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When Yoongi had originally contacted the ad for another roommate, he had not thought that he would end up in a three bedroom apartment with six supernaturals. This isn’t to say that, after a cautious trial period where he realized that he wasn’t in fact going to be used for a ritual or as dinner, that he didn’t grow to love those boys as his own brothers. Conversations had been awkward and stilted in the early days, the boys commenting more than once how they had never lived with ‘one of his kind’ before and that if they ever overstepped to please let them know. Yoongi tried not to take offense to that statement, understanding that sure, most of them probably were a bit more sheltered than the few supernaturals he had interacted with in the past and that it was very possible that they hadn’t, in fact, bunked with a human before.
Jimin, who’s mother was a mermaid and father a siren, had spent a long time just staring at Yoongi when he first moved in. He was perturbed by the young hybrid at first, shifting uneasily under the boy’s inquisitive eyes until Jimin finally approached him with a cautious hand. “Can I feel?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper so as to not spell the human.
“You want... to feel me?” Yoongi had asked, a bit perturbed but open to the possibility nonetheless.
Jimin nodded, scooting forward further and reaching out a hand until it was mere inches from the elder’s face. “I just... I’ve always been curious...”
Yoongi shrugged, not seeing the harm in what Jimin was asking for. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”
The ensuing smile nearly blinded the elder in it’s luminescence as Jimin pushed forward to finally cup Yoongi’s cheek in his small hand. His fingers danced against the human’s skin reverently for a few moments, eyes wide in shock. “You’re so... warm.”
He huffed out a laugh, “What did you expect?”
“Not that,” Jimin breathed, still staring at Yoongi in complete fascination.
Eventually he released Yoongi but the human’s acceptance towards Jimin’s touch seemed to have opened an invitation to the rest of his new roommates as they all clambered towards him to feel how warm he was for themselves.
“Fascinating,” Namjoon, a witch with a proclivity for pyrotechnics, surmised. “I’ve read about this before. It’s a genetic mutation that some of your kind possess. Did you eat recently?”
Yoongi felt like he was going to get whiplash with these supernatural kids. “Uh, yeah,” he finally answered, feeling a bit disoriented at the way Namjoon seemed to jump topics so abruptly. “This morning— before I got here.”
The witch nodded as though that explained everything about this strange interaction. Yoongi didn’t think that his body temperature was higher than average— at least not enough to warrant this sort of response from his new roommates. He chalked the oddity of the boys as being a part of their supernatural genetics and brushed it off.
They were weird, sure, but Yoongi didn’t mind any of their strange behaviors more than any normal human roommate he’d had in the past. Honestly, Yoongi thought that these were some of his favorite people and he was genuinely more endeared by their strange habits than anything else.
Taehyung, one of the three werewolves living in the house, loved to scent with the others. Yoongi had learned early on that the three wolves had a strange little pack that included the non-wolves in the house as well. He had quickly upped the scent neutralizer that he applied every day, not wanting to disturb the wolves, especially once he learned that Jungkook, the youngest, had a particularly strong sense of smell. It only took three weeks before Taehyung was wrapped around Yoongi, soft and sleepy at the late hour, while Yoongi had been making use of the otherwise empty living room to get a change of scenery as he worked on his latest commission.
The sleepy wolf had come lumbering out of his bedroom and had latched onto Yoongi’s back immediately, careful not to disrupt the elder’s steady hands on his canvas. “Pretty,” Taehyung murmured, his lips tickling the sensitive skin of Yoogni’s neck as the wolf burrowed in. “You’re really talented, hyung.”
Yoongi smiled, tilting his head slightly to give the wolf better access even knowing that he wouldn’t be able to catch much of a scent. Taehyung dug in immediately, going through the motions with sleepy muscle memory, only growling a little bit at the lack of scent before settling again. Yoongi found it oddly relaxing to have Taehyung draped across his shoulders while he worked, the wolf bringing a sense of ease along with him that settled Yoongi so that he could focus on his piece without stressing about the minor details.
As the sun rose above the horizon, Hoseok, the tiny little pack’s alpha, ventured out of their shared bedroom with sleep-riddled hair, looking for his lost pup.
“Ah— sorry, hyung,” Hoseok apologized softly, padding over to the two of them as he took in Taehyung’s sleeping figure still nuzzled against the elder. “Tae-ah tends to sleepwalk... and sleepscent.”
“It’s okay,” Yoongi murmured, finally packing away his paints now that he recognized the burn behind his eyes telling him that it was time to sleep. “I hope I didn’t overstep by allowing him to scent me.”
Hoseok’s eyes softened immensely, stepping over to scoop up his wayward dongsaeng to allow Yoongi to stand up. The elder nodded gratefully, stretching his arms above his head as he tried to shake the tingling feeling where Taehyung’s head had rested for the last few hours. The wolf jerked his head towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms. “Go to bed, hyung,” he said. “I’ll clean this up and put it on your desk. You look exhausted.”
Yoongi nodded tiredly, not about to argue with the mother hen of an alpha. He had learned quickly that both Hoseok and Jin, the eldest of the house, were not to be argued against. And Hoseok did have a point, Yoongi was exhausted so he paddeded into his shared bedroom with Jimin and collapsed facedown on his bed. Jimin didn’t so much as twitch at the elder’s entrance and by the time the siren woke up hours later, Yoongi was entirely dead to the world.
Yoongi had grown to love the six of them quite a lot over the following months. He did come to dread certain odd habits that his roommates had however. One such habit of theirs was how Namjoon always had blood in the refrigerator with Yoongi’s name on it. When he had asked about it, feeling very much like he might be in danger, Namjoon had given him an embarrassed chuckle and explained that it was his blood for Yoongi but only if the elder wanted it.
The human was, quite understandably, horrified by the implication that Namjoon, his clumsy, insanely intelligent, dongsaeng, had decided to bleed into a jar for Yoongi. He didn’t understand and was honestly too scared to ask, so he chalked it up to a weird witch thing and thanked the man for his kind gesture, if a bit tersely. Namjoon floated on air after that, grinning proudly whenever someone glanced between Yoongi and himself.
He tried googling what the blood might be for but, like most information involving anything supernatural, the internet came up a bit vague. According to what he found, the offer of blood could mean anything from a marriage proposal to a death threat. Yoongi quickly clicked out of that particular website and decided to just let sleeping dogs lie. The blood wasn’t hurting anyone and it was clearly labeled as ‘Joonie’s blood for hyung <3’ so that no one in the house would accidentally drink it.
Another slightly odd quirk about his roommates were the wolves. Or maybe it was normal for werewolves and Yoongi was just sorely under educated when it came to supernatural species. Honestly, it was probably the latter one. The public schooling system was severely lacking when it came to species studies and the lack of information on public domains didn’t help the matter either.
The one thing that Yoongi knew for a fact when it came to supernaturals, and werewolves in particular, was that they had a keen sense of smell. They lived their entire lives based around which scents melded well together. It was also a well-known fact that humans did not have a very pleasing smell to most supernaturals. They stunk of iron and sweat and very rarely had an actual distinguishable scent underneath their stench. It was possible for a human to have a scent if they had trace mystical DNA in their blood but it was so rare that it was generally just assumed that if you were a human, you smelled a bit rancid to werewolves and fae.
Yoongi, understandably, did not want to repulse his new friends with his less than pleasant smell and therefore purchased scent neutralizing deodorant and always kept a thick coating over his glands.
What was odd, however, was the way the three wolves, and even Jin, pouted whenever they leaned into him and came away with their noses flared as though they were trying to catch his scent. Yoongi knew that it was more instinct than anything else but that didn’t stop the hurt, dejected looks on their faces whenever they realized that they couldn’t catch a scent on him.
Strangely enough, Jungkook had taken to crowding Yoongi the second he got home from the gym when Yoogni’s natural scent had to have been at its strongest. The wolf had learned which days Yoongi left and was always waiting for him in the pre-morning light like an eager puppy. Jungkook wrapped his long arms around Yoongi as soon as his shoes were off, ignoring the elder’s sweaty back as he burrowed his nose into the crevice of Yoongi’s neck for a few minutes before reluctantly letting him go to shower.
Yoongi thought that the wolf’s behavior was especially strange considering that he had overheard the others talking about Jungkook’s incredibly sensitive nose more than once and that being that close to Yoongi couldn’t have been easy but the youngest of the house was also the most physically affectionate so Yoongi assumed that the baby wolf just really liked hugging him and put up with his scent to do so.
It was also weird how the residents of the house quickly adapted their lifestyles to reflect Yoongi’s mostly nocturnal one. The human had learned in college that he always did his best work at two am and had henceforth changed his circadian rhythm to reflect his own artistic needs. The fact that the rest of the house also went semi-nocturnal in order to spend time with him while he was awake was absolutely endearing and mildly concerning that an entire housefull of individuals so easily changed their lifestyles for a relative stranger.
He had even asked Jin about it one morning, after most of them had left for their jobs for the day and the elder was crab walking an exhausted Yoongi into his bedroom to sleep.
“You belong here,” Jin said, tugging Yoongi’s paint splattered hoodie over his head despite the younger’s halfhearted protests. “It’s not a coincidence that you answered our ad. And you’re right, we don’t know each other well right now but we will. Have some faith in us, Yoongi-yah. Trust your pack to take care of you.”
It seemed like Jin’s words held a double meaning to them but Yoongi was much too tired to understand what those words might be so instead he had just nodded his head and sunk into his bed, allowing Jin to tuck him in and turn out the light for him. He didn’t really put too much thought into it after he woke up either, if he was being honest with himself.
A part of him acknowledged that this strange eclectic group of supernaturals had, for some reason, decided to adopt him, a human, into their pack only months after meeting him. He wasn’t complaining but he was slightly worried about how trusting those six were. Though, in the same breath, Yoongi knew that, as supernatural creatures, the six of them could take Yoongi out with their pinkies alone. He was about as threatening as a kitten compared to them so being adopted into their pack was probably more for his sake than their own.
Overall though, Yoongi loved living with the pack and he found himself ready to do anything to keep his boys happy and healthy. It was really strange how easily those boys had wormed their way under his skin and around his heart but he wasn’t about to start complaining. He had been alone long enough in his young adult life and he was happy for the change.
Everything, however, upturned on a random Wednesday afternoon.
Yoongi was exhausted, having had to pull himself from sleep to go meet with a very needed commissioner who had demanded to meet him in the middle of the afternoon— Yoongi’s prime sleeping time. He had agreed, obviously, because this particular client was one of his best and tipped a small fortune on each piece she purchased. He didn’t think much about, well, anything as he got dressed and clumsily ran a brush through his hair before staggering out of his bedroom.
Vaguely, he recognized the tinkling, happy music of one of Jungkook’s favorite video games coming out of the living room’s TV speakers. Jungkook and Taehyung’s playfully arguing voices also trickled out of the living room as he passed by, eyes only half open as he made his way towards the front door on exhausted feet.
“Hyung?” Jungkook’s curious voice called.
Yoongi brought a hand up to wave at the younger, grunting softly in greeting as he collected his keys and slipped on his shoes, too tired to form an actual response in what was the middle of the night for him.
The second time Jungkook called him, with Yoongi’s hand on the doorknob, he sounded much more alarmed but Yoongi was too exhausted to worry about it and opened the door, stepping out into the bright afternoon sunlight.
He barely made it more than three steps outside before he was tackled to the ground. The werewolf was heavy on top of him making Yoongi groan and grunt out his first words of the day to the younger. “Jungkook-ah,” he moaned, his voice cracking with sleep. “It’s too early for this. Get off. Hyung needs to leave.”
Jungkook didn’t listen, scooping Yoongi up bridal-style in his arms and shielding the elder from the sun as he quickly made his way back into the house, screaming out a very alarmed, “Hyungs! Come quick!” into the otherwise silent house.
The wolf deposited him into a shaking Taehyung’s lap, the elder wolf immediately wrapping his long arms around Yoongi’s waist to hold him in place as Jungkook squatted down in front of him. His fingers danced across Yoongi’s exposed skin in fluttering terror, checking for what, Yoongi had no clue but he was decidedly more awake than he had been two minutes ago and couldn’t help the well of irritation at the younger two’s antics.
“That’s enough,” he said, trying to wiggle out of Taehyung’s grip unsuccessfully. “Let me go. What’s gotten into you?”
They both ignored him as Jin came sprinting out from the bedrooms, eyes wide in cautiously restrained panic as he made his way over to the three of them.
“Hyung,” Jungkook breathed, hands still petting Yoongi’s skin as he addressed the fae. “Yoongi-hyung was sleepwalking, Jin-hyung. He nearly got outside but— I don’t— I don’t think he’s burned at all luckily.”
Yoongi wriggled in agitation again, grunting when his movement only seemed to encourage Taehyung to tighten his grip. “What are you talking about?” he asked, completely disgruntled. “Why would I have gotten burned? Listen, I’m going to be late. Tae-ah, let me go. We can talk about whatever this was when I get back, alright?”
Jin huffed as though Yoongi were an unruly toddler unwilling to go down for a nap as he collected the human into his own lap. “You will do no such thing, Yoongichi,” he chided, petting back Yoongi’s bangs as he felt the younger’s forehead. “Are you sick, baby? Is that what’s going on?” He shifted, using some of his magic to make a small cut on his wrist before holding it up to Yoongi’s lips much to Yoongi’s complete horror. “Come on, sweetie,” he encouraged. “I know fae blood doesn’t taste the best but it’ll make you feel better.”
Yoongi wriggled uselessly, clamping his mouth shut tight as he tilted his head away in horror. “Hyung—” he gasped out, tilting away from Jin’s bleeding wrist once again. “What— what are you talking about, hyung? Why are you— why are you trying to feed me your blood? Fae blood is toxic to humans!”
Everyone seemed to freeze at those words and Yoongi sagged in Jin’s hold when the elder jerked his wrist away as though he had been burned. “You—” he gasped out, staring at Yoongi in mounting horror. “Are you saying that you’re... human?”
Now Yoongi was annoyed. Well, more so than he had been before. “Of course I am,” he grunted, pushing himself out of Jin’s now-lax grip. He huffed, patting down his wrinkled shirt in irritation. “Look— I really do need to go. This whole... fiasco is going to make me late for a meeting with a very good client of mine. So can we talk about whatever this was when I get back?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge at the three shocked supernaturals before making his way towards their front door once again when no one made to stop him.
Jungkook trotted behind him as he opened the door and stepped out into the sunlight once again, whining softly the second the light hit his skin. He followed the elder for half a block before finally turning around and going back inside with one last worried glance at Yoongi.
Yoongi made it to his meeting on time, but only just. He met with his client and got his next commission and stopped to get himself a coffee on his way home, not yet ready to face whatever the hell had happened that afternoon.
By the time he finally stepped back into his apartment, the rest of the household was home and were all waiting anxiously in the living room for him. He sighed, kicking off his shoes before making his way towards his stressed roommates. The second he settled on the couch he had Jungkook and Taehyung both wrapped around him, the pups’ noses buried in either side of his neck. While the rest of the pack watched on.
“So,” Namjoon started, his voice trembling slightly. “You’re, uh— human?”
Yoongi nodded a bit dumbly. “Yeah? Of course I am. What did you think I was?”
“A vampire,” Jimin said plainly, eyes examining Yoongi thoroughly, making the elder feel as though he were under a microscope.
The elder couldn’t stop the loud bubble of laughter from escaping his mouth. “A vampire?” he asked, nearly folding himself in half in his mirth if it hadn’t been for his puppy leeches on either side of him holding him up. “How did you even come up with that conclusion? I— you guys— I ate garlic parmesan last week!”
The boys looked more than a little embarrassed sitting across from him.
“But— you’re nocturnal, hyung,” Hoseok argued weakly.
“Yeah, it works better for my artistic flow,” the elder explained, swallowing down his remaining chuckles in favor of clearing up the massive misunderstanding. “I learned in college that I can’t get shit done during the daytime so in favor of actually being able to sleep semi-regularily I flipped my schedule so that I could sleep in the day and still get projects done at night.”
“You don’t smell like a human though,” Jungkook argued. “Except when you come back at night from wherever you go, I can sort of smell someone. That’s not— that’s not your bloodslave?”
Yoongi choked on his own spit as he stared at Jungkook in horror. “What the hell is a bloodslave? God no— I just— I go to the gym and the sweat works off my neutralizer.”
Jin frowned, shifting to crouch down in front of Yoongi and cup his cheeks imploringly. “But why would you hide from us? Your scent— why keep that from us? We thought you were just embarrassed by your vampire heritage and didn’t want us to acknowledge it more than we had to.”
“Jungkookie has a sensitive nose,” Yoongi explained, feeling unnecessarily guilty. “I didn’t want to upset him by— by stinking up the place. I know— I know humans don’t smell the best to supernaturals and I just— I didn’t want to make you guys uncomfortable.”
Jungkook whined, pulling Yoongi entirely into his lap as he pressed insistently against Yoongi’s neck. “You mean the tangerine scent is your’s, hyung?” he complained, opening his mouth to drag his teeth up and down the column of the elder’s neck, trying to dislodge the deodorant.
Yoongi shrugged, having never smelled anything that resembled a tangerine coming from himself before. “I guess? I’m sorry, I’ll try to cover it up better in the future.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, hyung,” Hoseok growled, glaring at the elder fiercely. “You smell fucking delicious.”
The human tried to duck his head in embarrassment though he didn’t get far with how many hands were holding him steady.
“Go shower, hyung,” Jungkook demanded, bodily picking Yoongi up himself and carrying him towards the bathroom and depositing him on the sink counter. “And don't you dare use any more of that deodorant.”
Yoongi nodded dumbfoundedly, complying on autopilot as the wolf started the shower for him and tugged restlessly on the elder’s clothes until he was standing in just his boxers and a firm frown on his face as he pushed the pup towards the door.
“And use my body wash. I don’t want any other scents on you,” the youngest ordered, pointing a finger at the elder threateningly.
Yoongi did as requested, scrubbing off all of the neutralizer thoroughly before getting out. He laughed when he realized that Jungkook had snuck into the bathroom again and had left a change of clothes on the counter for him. He tugged on his maknae’s hoodie and Hoseok’s sweatpants fondly before making his way back out to the living room where the wolves immediately tugged him into their cuddle pile. Jimin, Namjoon, and Jin quickly followed, and Yoongi found himself being encompassed on all sides by his overly affectionate roommates.
“I really don’t stink?” he asked softly, unsure whether or not he actually wanted to hear their answer.
“You smell divine, Yoongi-yah,” Jin reassured, nosing into the younger’s palm reverently. “Never hide this part of yourself from us again, alright?”
“Is this why Namjoonie gave me his blood?” Yoongi asked, eyes fluttering every so often in his exhaustion as he relaxed, boneless, against Hoseok’s chest.
The witch coughed in embarrassment, hiding his face in Taehyung’s back. “A witch’s blood is closest to a human’s. We weren’t— we weren’t sure what your, uh... feeding situation looked like and we wanted to make sure that you always had... blood on hand if you needed it.”
“A bloodslave can be unreliable,” Jimin continued from where his head was resting in Yoongi’s lap. “We were afraid you’d lose them and that you’d be too embarrassed to ask for help from us. So hyung volunteered to make sure you always had access to food if you should need it.”
“Vampires are entirely dependent on others for their sustenance,” Hoseok explained, his voice rumbling softly against the shell of Yoongi’s ear. “It makes them feel weak and beneath other species so they tend not to talk about themselves if they can help it. We thought it was the same for you.”
Yoongi nodded, finally allowing his eyes to close in exhaustion. “That makes sense,” he mumbled. “This... this doesn’t change anything though, right? You’re not gonna kick me out for being human?”
Jin gasped, his hand coming up to cup the back of Yoogni’s neck. “Never,” he breathed. “I told you, you’re a part of our pack. You answered our ad for a reason. You’re our’s, Yoongi. The fact that you’re human just means we can take more liberties when we care for you.”
“I’m an adult,” Yoongi grumbled petulantly, trying not to whine at the lovely feeling of Jin’s fingers scratching at the base of his scalp. “I can take care of myself.”
“You certainly cannot, hyung,” Jimin scoffed, the smile in his voice evident even without the elder being able to see it. “But that’s okay, because you take care of us too.”
He finally dropped off to sleep, content in his pack’s arms, with the knowledge that he was safe with these boys. Yoongi also promised himself that he was going to tease them relentlessly for weeks to come once he was more well rested because this was the funniest misunderstanding in his entire life and he wasn’t about to miss out on this opportunity.