NO LOVE ZONE 1

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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.

Come here,” Jeongguk says firmly, leaving no room for discussion as he pats the empty space beside him on the bed. “I'm not going to touch you if that's what you're afraid of.” Taehyung huffs and then pouts, and Jeongguk's eyebrows rise at how comfortable the hybrid seems to be around him now. And it's clear how desperate he is to know Jeongguk's name. Jeongguk convinces himself that he'll think about the implications of his actions and what to do with the hybrid tomorrow as he drifts off to sleep, the soothing sound of rain filling his ears and an unprompted image of Taehyung's smiling face flashing in his mind. You're not strong, but you're definitely brave,” Jeongguk comments. “The gun is empty,” he says as he reaches out and wraps his hand around Taehyung's elbow, hauling him up and dragging him to his car.I could have waited for you a little longer! I hope you didn't rush over for me,” Taehyung says, and Jeongguk clenches his teeth as he realizes he did, infact, rush over for the hybrid. He broke all the traffic signals and almost caused an accident. He completely lost control.

Sir,” Jeongguk replies. He doesn't see the point in telling the hybrid his name if their arrangement is only temporary. He doesn't want the hybrid to get attached to him. “Are you hungry?”Jeongguk clenches his jaw and averts his gaze from Taehyung. A seed of guilt sprouts in his chest, and he feels the need to rip it from its very root before it grows and begins to influence his emotions and actions. Still, despite the emptiness of the area and the silence that extends over the rain, Jeongguk rushes towards the door, already planning to get the mall to open up for him to ensure Taehyung isn't somewhere inside, all alone. He opens his mouth to call out the hybrid's name, but the words die on his tongue, and he comes to an abrupt halt when he sees him.

Taehyung swallows, intertwining his fingers on his lap as he responds slowly, “For about a year, I believe. Before that, I used to live in a hybrid facility… in a small cell. They didn’t want to keep me because they couldn’t afford to pay for my meals. They starved me most of the time before selling me to my previous owner. My master was–” Jeongguk will never tell Taehyung his name because he has no intention of keeping him for long. It would be like crossing another invisible line he's drawn between them, and he can't afford to do so because he's already crossed so many. 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. 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. We always slept together,” the hybrid says casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

What about the hybrid?” As soon as Jeongguk's driver notices him approaching the car by himself, he asks. “Do we have to wait for him?” No!" the hybrid cries, looking at Jeongguk with desperation, as if he doesn't want him to misunderstand. “It's just that I have never…” he stutters, clearly struggling to find the right words. A moment later, he sighs and tentatively climbs over the bed, squeezing his pillow to his chest, unsure of what to do.