Would you like to go shopping?" Jeongguk asks before his heart persuades his mind to not do it. Ever. Jeongguk looks down at it, feels the softness of the fur against his skin as his eyebrows pinch together, and his heart swells with something akin to adoration that he hasn't felt in a long time. Jeongguk lingers around for a few more minutes. He shows Taehyung how to use the shower and where everything is stored in the cabinets. It’s a task. It's bothersome, and Jeongguk isn't used to doing all this. Taehyung's mere presence is unusual, and his twitching ears and swishing tail are nothing but distracting. Jeongguk would not describe himself as kind, and he certainly did not save Taehyung as an act of it. He's not sure why he did it, and the fact that there was no ulterior motive to it makes him feel unsettled, as if he did something wrong. He does not help or save people, particularly broken yet eccentric, skittish tiger hybrids. Taehyung turns to look at Jeongguk, as if waiting for his permission to speak, and when Jeongguk nods, he timidly responds, “Kim Taehyung.”

They walk out of the store together, Taehyung trailing behind Jeongguk, dejected. “Are we going home now?” he asks as Jeongguk comes to a halt in front of a seating bench and turns to look at Taehyung. I don’t think the traffic will clear out any soon. Shall I take a different route?” Jeongguk’s driver asks, glancing at him through the rear view mirror. Anyway,” Hoseok begins, “I wanted to let you know that the animal within him is dormant. He hasn't shifted yet, he probably hasn’t even gone into heat. I didn't ask him about it because I didn't want to embarrass him.” Jeongguk leans in, his warm breath fanning against Taehyung's ear as he whispers, “I'll be right there, okay? If he does something he isn't supposed to do, I'll kill him just like I killed your owner. You know I'm always carrying a gun.” Sangwoo sobs, indiscernible words spilling from his lips like a chant of forgiveness as he shakes his head.

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Please take a seat. Don't be nervous at all,” Hoseok says with a grin. Jeongguk snorts, sneaking a glance at Taehyung, who is sitting awkwardly in his chair, shoulders stiff as his eyes dart around the room, looking everywhere but at Hoseok. Basically, the plot of this one is that a kinda shitty, shallow, salaryman getting harassed at work because he wasn't attracted to someone in high school. The manwha frames this as a moral failing on the protagonist, and we're meant to be amused that his shallow taste is biting him in the ass. Okay,” Taehyung replies softly as he pulls the covers over his body and sinks into the soft mattress before shuffling to the very edge, far away from Jeongguk. His expression is one of delight, and he sinks his teeth into his lower lip as if trying not to make a sound.

As they walk into the collar store, Jeongguk’s heart starts racing in his chest. It’s been a while since he has felt this way. As if he's sinning or doing something wrong. It's similar to how he felt when he killed a man for the first time. Yes. They're rare, difficult to tame, and quite ferocious, so I'm surprised the owner isn't dead by now, given how he's treating the hybrid.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “He would have gone to get the hybrid even if I hadn't told him to. Why is he blaming me for it?” he mutters as Jeongguk disappears from his sight.I'm still giving him an ointment for his bruises. Other than that, he's fine. I hope he finds a good owner. Poor kitten.” Why are you here, hyung?” Jeongguk asks, his voice tinged with frustration as he looks up at Yoongi, whose lips part to puff out smoke.