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"That is the last of it! I am so frickin excited!" Jin said, looking over the new adjustments to the menu as he drew the last little details with chalk on the wall.
"Jin, it's amazing. I can't believe we are finally here. You have been working so hard and so long and now, the cafe is thriving." I said, giving him a warm smile.
"I know, it is so wonderful. I couldn't have done it without your help though." he grinned back, getting down from the ladder.
"Oh yes you could have, you were born for this." I replied, folding the menus.
"But you are the one who helped me create this fabulous menu! I have many thanks to give you, as well as Namjoon. None of this would be possible without him." he said, a blissful look settling over his face.
"Now that is the truth. You got so incredibly lucky he came along, and has always been supportive of you and your dreams. Your life is so much different than it was a few years ago, and I have never seen you happier. I mean, you got your dream cafe, a fiancé who loves you unconditionally, and everything that goes along with that. We are really both in the best places we have ever been in." I said, letting out a satisfied sigh.
"That is the truth. But, y/n...are you really happy? I mean, I know you are happy with the cafe and everything. Is everything really ok?" he asked slowly. That was his polite way of saying, hey I think you should have a boyfriend.
"Really, everything is ok. My parents are off on their 25th wedding anniversary trip, my younger brother is in college and doing amazing, my older sister is happily married and pregnant with my nephew, my niece is just starting pre-k. Both of my best friends are in happy, and beautiful relationships. I'm happy, and I don't need anyone at home to keep me that way. I am good." I replied as he patted my arm.
"I'm happy to hear it. Now, let's shut this place down since I have an early day tomorrow with all the final adjustments." he said, picking up the ladder.
We both finished cleaning up and closed down the cafe, heading home to get some rest. The cafe was in an ideal location, only a few blocks away from both of our houses, meaning on nice days, we would be able to walk to work.
As I walked home, what seemed like a very dark night turned into a stormy one. Thunder began to rumble overhead, as the wind picked up, making me quicken my pace, hoping to beat the storm. As luck would have it, the sky opened up, raining sheets on my head, making me squeal as I began to run, my clothes and hair soaked in seconds.
As I almost reached my house, I saw a figure in the dark stumbling closer to the area where I kept my trash cans. I heard one of them get knocked over as I turned my jog into a slow walk, worried about the fact that there was a possible intruder poking around my house.
I quietly pulled my keys from my pocked and reached for the pepper spray I had on the key chain. I almost tiptoed closer and readied the spray, ready to douse whoever was prowling around my house. I heard a groan and just as I was about to spray, something I saw made me take pause. His blonde hair was matted to his head with the rain, a pair of floppy ears drooping. He had his head leaned back against the wall, a little bit of blood trickling down the side of his forehead. His face looked pained as he clutched at his side, breathing heavily but slowly.
"H-Hi there." I said quietly, barely audible over the sound of the rain hitting the roof. He jumped and winced, drawing further back as his eyes went wide.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't mean to trespass. I was just looking for shelter from the rain, but I'll leave. Please, just don't call anyone." he said softly, scooting to stand slowly. He whimpered slightly as his eyes rolled around in his head. He stumbled and leaned against the house, panting ever so slightly.
"You're hurt. Look, this is my house, why don't you come inside and at least let me patch you up." I said, making him shake his head quickly before closing his eyes and wincing.
"N-No that won't be necessary. I'll be fine, I just need to catch my breath." he said, grunting as he moved.
"Please, I mean it. I know you don't know me, so I know you're probably not inclined to trust me, but you really look like you need some help. Please just let me help you." I said softly as I noticed him shiver slightly.
"I....I....O-Ok." he said softly, biting his lip.
"Come on, follow me." I said, walking around to the front of the house. He moved slowly, his body shivering slightly as he winced. I felt horrible for him and wondered what happened to him. I slipped my key in the door and opened it, flipping on the light switch. His head whipped around slightly as he took in his surroundings.
"I'm s-sorry again." he said softly, his body still trembling.
"Don't be. There is nothing wrong with needing some help. Ok now I see the cut on your forehead but you are clenching your side. Do you mind if I take you back to my bathroom and have a look?" I asked, as he looked at me wide eyed.
"Um...uh...I guess not." he said, his voice slightly shaky. I led him down the hall and into my bathroom, turning on all the lights so I could see everything a little more clearly.
"Alright, now I am going to need you to remove your shirt so I can take a look at that, ok?" I asked a little softer as I could clearly see him shivering. He nodded and let go of his side, gripping the bottom of his wet shirt. I swallowed hard as I saw him peel it from his skin, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. My soft smile quickly faded when I saw scars littering his body and fresh wounds on his abdomen. They looked like lashes or whip marks, and it made me sick to my stomach. He shivered as he looked at me with a sad eyes, barely glancing up from the floor.
"Is...is it bad?" he asked, lifting his arm slightly so I could clearly look at his side.
"Yes! I mean…your injury isn't severe, but this is bad. Who has been treating you like this?" I asked, the sad look in his eyes making me almost hurt.
"My o-owner...former owner." he mumbled, rubbing his arms as chills raised over his skin.
"Since none of these injuries are severe, and you look like you are freezing, why don't you take a hot shower and get cleaned up before I patch you up. I have some clothes you can wear, my friend Jin is a hybrid and he stays over here sometimes." I said, walking out of the room and into the guest room across the hall.
"You don't have to do that, really." he shouted to me from the bathroom as I came back with a pair of boxers, some sweatpants and a t-shirt.
"I know I don't have to, but you need it. I have a couple friends who are hybrids and I am actually working with my friend Jin at a new hybrid cafe. I would never be able to live with myself if I saw you hurting and didn't do anything to help. So please, take a nice warm shower, clean off and then I will patch you up." I replied, giving him a soft smile. He nodded slowly as I left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. A minute or so later, I heard the shower start up, making me sigh in relief. How in this day and age people were so abusive to hybrids was something I would never understand. I listened to him shower off, hearing an occasional whimper, making my heart clench. I didn't know how much help what I was offering would actually be, but I hoped it would make him feel a little better at the least.
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A/N: Jungkook won't appear for SEVERAL chapters so hold your horses lol
