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Bunkoo running a therapy snuggle bunny business where they go from one office to the next to help relieve office stress. He imprints on Yoongi, the shy and quiet office manager who rarely joins in on office events.

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It had started as a bit of a joke, but Bunkoo’s been a therapy snuggle bunny for a few years now. He’d never anticipated how many people were in need of such a distraction, nor did he realize how quickly his little network of clients would grow.

He and his fluffle have quite a few recurring stops and the mutual appreciation for each other’s presence has been nothing if not beneficial.

A fair number of clients refer their services to other offices and more often than not they get added to their list of stops.

He was even surprised that he’d needed to reach out to more of his bunny hybrids to join his business so that they could manage the demand.

Of course, he’d built a strict set of rules for all interactions, especially after that one incident where Taehyung got trapped in a big CEO’s office by accident and was locked in there all weekend because the power had gone out and none of the doors could be unlocked manually.

At any rate, Bunkoo’s business had grown so much that he rarely participated in the cuddle sessions and it was starting to make him sad. He enjoyed bringing happiness to others, even strangers. He missed how they would coo and hum and pet and love on him.

So every now and then, he would have someone else in the fluffle monitor the day’s schedule in order that he could join.

It worked beautifully.

On one such day, Bunkoo hopped into the crate along with his fellow buns and sighed deeply knowing he was on his way to cuddles and exploration of a new client they’d acquired a little over a month prior.

He’d loved the space in his human form and the clients had even created an area specifically for them whenever they visited.

Arriving right on time, a handful of employees were already sitting in the designated area, chatting quietly so as to not disturb their coworkers still trudging about their days.

When the crate door opens, the bunnies hop out and approach people as they feel comfortable or explore the little huts and ramps and other toys set out for their enjoyment.

The space is relatively large, given the circumstances, a full conference room where the client had moved the long table against the wall for everyone to spread out. Bunkoo hops into one of the cardboard huts perched at the top of a ramp.

It gives him the best view of the whole area and he can watch his other bunnies more effectively.

He considers taking a nap. The bedding is fresh and soft. It has a bit of a woodsy scent and it reminds him of his own nest back home. Safe. Warm. Comfy.

He chews absentmindedly on one of the chew toys he’d found buried underneath the bedding and feels his eyes drooping lazily and his ears relaxing.

He’s almost asleep when a new scent drifts into the room.

He blinks open his eyes, the haze of an interrupted nap clouds his vision for a moment. The scent is citrusy, maybe cool, sort of spicy, it makes Bunkoo’s fur stand on end.

The man standing at the doorway appears hesitant, unsure of whether or not he should step into the room.

Bunkoo notices how his hands twitch at his side and how he quickly shoves them into his pockets. He whispers a few words of fondness to a coworker who’s leaning uncomfortably against the wall and cuddling one of Bunkoo’s best friends.

Mini is extremely happy to be snuggled around the man’s neck, already purring and on his way to dreamland.

“He’s so cute, Joon-ah,” the man says, voice deep and raspy as if he’d been a smoker for the better part of a decade.

“Hyung, you really should join us. You won’t hurt them, I promise.”

The man hesitates further.

“I’m serious. Just sit down and let one of them come to you.”

The man mumbles something Bunkoo can’t hear before he turns and walks away.

He returns shortly thereafter with a metal water bottle and one of the small cups of treats that Bunkoo always makes sure to pack in case anyone wants to hand them out.

He sits against the wall next to the other man and stretches his legs out in front of himself.

“Do I shake it or something?” He asks the other man, lifting the cup of treats.

The other laughs, “I mean, you could try, I guess.”

But Bunkoo doesn’t give him a chance to shake it. He jumps straight out of the hut and makes his way towards the shy man.

He’s pretty, Bunkoo thinks the closer he gets and he feels his heart pulling and shifting and drifting in all of the tumbling ways that one might expect when seeing someone they know, intuitively, will become part of their life.

He pauses at the man’s shoes and looks up. The man’s eyes are cat-like, he blinks slowly and cautiously and Bunkoo puts one small paw on his leg before hopping up.

“Oh, shit,” the man whispers and then giggles softly. He extends the cup of treats and Bunkoo sniffs more for show than actual interest. He maintains eye contact, heart racing, nose twitching before hopping up the man’s leg and putting his paws on his torso.

“Joon-ah,” he says. “What do I do? Does he want to be picked up? I don’t wanna scare him?”

Bunkoo can feel the man’s pulse increasing and his body temperature rising, his scent souring with anxiety. He drops back onto all fours, balancing on the man’s upper thigh.

He opts to make the choice for him by settling into a loaf of fur and twitching his nose cutely. The man takes the hint and gently runs his hand from the top of Bunkoo’s head and down his back.

He feels his ears pushed back softly and the way the warmth of the man’s hands spreads through his body.

He stretches his limbs out fully and yawns, purring instantly upon settling.

The man’s leg is warm and firm but still squishy enough that it doesn’t make Bunkoo’s tummy uncomfortable given how he’s draped. His heart thumps steadily and he can smell the man’s scent evening back out.

He wonders if the man wears a cologne that accentuates his natural smell or if it’s just simply that strong. He nuzzles his face to the side and flops himself over, exposing his belly just enough.

“Oh, he really likes you,” the man’s coworker says.

“Something’s always told me to get a bunny but I’ve never done it because it was never the right time.”

“Maybe this is your sign,” the other says.

“Just a little ball of fluff zooming around the house or curled up in the corner of the couch or snuggled up while we watch a movie or digging around in the yard when we go outside. Cute as hell. Or when they chomp on their food or rearrange their bedding. Or…”

“Hyung, just do it. You’re clearly already in love with the one you don’t even have.”

A pause while the two men observe their own snuggle bunnies and the others hopping around the room with their own companions.

“Shit. Do you think they understand us? I just realized we’re talking about full bunnies and not hybrids and I probably sound like an absolute creep. Ugh, I’m sorry, little dude.”

If Bunkoo could giggle in his current state, he would. It’s not uncommon to hear those sorts of conversations and he’s well aware they’re harmless in nature. Most people are respectful of hybrids and take care to do their best not to make them uncomfortable.

He listens while the two men continue their conversation and Bunkoo slowly drifts into a light slumber, the vibration of the man’s voice soothing his entire being.

A phone rings obnoxiously, scaring both men and their hybrids.

The man fishes out the phone from his pocket, jostling Bunkoo slightly. He apologizes softly and smooths his hand along his exposed side.

“Yoongi here,” he answers and Bunkoo swoons at the name because it seems to suit him perfectly.

He looks like a Yoongi. Smells like a Yoongi. Sounds like a Yoongi. Feels like a Yoongi.

Yoongi moves to stand and Bunkoo panics because he’s not ready to be let go. He nuzzles closely, eyes wide and watering, searching Yoongi’s face and hoping he understands he wants to be brought along with.

The man doesn’t even look down. Instead, he cradles Bunkoo gently, steps over the baby gate, and walks to his office. He chats easily with whoever it was that called and Bunkoo feels himself melting into his hold, cozy, comfortable, inevitable.

Inevitable.

Home.

Oh, no, Bunkoo thinks. His mind scrambles. He’s not supposed to smell someone well enough to pick out certain scent notes and while he hasn’t solidified the notes, he knows his brain is well on the way.

He’s not supposed to feel his heart rate increase unless there’s danger. He’s not supposed to roll over and expose his tummy so easily…

Unless…

It’s rare, imprinting. But it’s also not unheard of. Not that he knows anyone personally…he just…he knows it happens.

He spends the rest of his time fretting over this potential life shift and how to address it. Imprints are only supposed to happen between hybrids, as far as Bunkoo is aware.

“Wait, say that again?” Hobi says when Bunkoo flops onto the couch next to his roommate that night.

“I think I imprinted on a non-hybrid.”

“Is that even possible?” Taehyung asks. He whips out his phone and starts digging around online.

“Mini, you were there, did you smell or sense anything out of the ordinary?” Hobi asks.

“No,” Mini says, a light flush on his cheeks. “Although, mine did smell like fresh laundry and his deep voice lulled me to sleep within minutes.” He sighs dramatically and lays his head down into Taehyung’s lap, a goofy smile spread across his face.

“Next time, go in your human form,” Taehyung says without removing his eyes from his phone screen. “Also, make sure I’m with. I’ll keep an eye on everything.”

Three agonizing weeks later, after nights of Bunkoo’s chest hurting and whining and groaning and days of longing mixed with melancholic separation anxiety, the four of them head into Yoongi’s office with the rest of their assigned bunnies.

Bunkoo and Hobi are there to supervise while the other two join the fluffle. Even in their bunny forms, Taehyung looks determined and Mini looks lovestruck.

Yoongi and Joon make their way into the room and sit against the wall just like they did the last time.

“He’s not here,” Yoongi pouts quietly.

“What?”

“My bun from last time,” his lips stick out more and Bunkoo wants to kiss it away immediately.

“How can you even tell? He looked like all the other ones,” Joon says as Mini hops up directly into his hold. “I only know this one because he’s all white.”

Bunkoo giggles when Mini thumps his back foot in frustration, eyes glaring up at Joon.

“Oh, I guess I said something I shouldn’t have,” the man says. “Sorry, baby.”

Mini nuzzles into the crook of the man’s arm and yawns.

Hobi and Bunkoo exchange looks, silently questioning whether or not they should go into the room or continue sitting outside.

Their thoughts are interrupted when Yoongi sighs.

“Not that the rest of them aren’t special, but he was special.”

Joon chuckles at his hyung’s exasperation and reaches out to welcome Taehyung into his lap. “Maybe he needed a break or something. It can’t be easy being manhandled by so many people all day.”

“I wanna be the only one to manhandle bun,” Yoongi’s eyes snap open fully. “Why the fuck did I say that?” He hides his face in his hands.

Joon laughs loudly, disturbing Mini and rustling Taehyung. “Good lord, poor guy is lucky he isn’t here. You sound insane.”

“He sounds imprinted,” Hobi whispers so only Bunkoo can hear and he realizes he’s been trembling and his skin has been itching from the second he laid eyes on Yoongi.

The man had been focused on his phone screen when he initially walked past the hybrids before stepping over the baby gate into the conference room.

But Bunkoo felt the same pull in his heart, smelled the same clear scent, felt the same need to roll belly up (not even in submission, although, much to the embarrassment of Bunkoo’s hornier side, that was part of it, but more to show trust and comfort).

Without a second thought, Bunkoo steps over the baby gate and into the conference room. He walks towards the table and leans on it. He pretends to observe the room but knows for a fact that Yoongi is staring directly at him. He avoids making any sort of eye contact.

Wills himself to believe that if it’s possible that Yoongi feels the same, he’ll make the first move. As a hybrid, Bunkoo doubts whether or not it’s appropriate to pursue such things with non-hybrids, especially an imprinted one.

He’s told himself he can live without a partner damn near every day but this situation is different.

It takes a few moments of him shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another, resisting the urge to scratch his arms in a self-soothing manner, when he thinks he should leave.

Except that Yoongi gets up from his spot on the floor and makes his way to Bunkoo’s side where they sit in silence for a handful of minutes.

Yoongi bumps shoulders with Bunkoo and he returns the gesture.

They smile quietly at one another, a tiny acknowledgement of their shared connection.

“Do you have time to grab lunch?” Yoongi whispers.

Hobi seems to hear from across the room, he nods, knowing Bunkoo is worried about the time but asserting that he can do what he wants.

“Yes, please,” he smiles.

They leave the conference room in silence, Yoongi guiding them with their hands entwined. He steps into his office to grab his wallet and he pops his head into the neighboring office.

“Jin-hyung, I’m stepping out for lunch.”

The man looks between Yoongi and Bunkoo with a smirk. “I wasn’t aware the snuggle bunnies was a dating service.”

Bunkoo shies away from the door, pink with embarrassment.

“Hyung!”

“I’m teasing! Yeesh!” Jin laughs, high pitched and squeaking. “Take the rest of the day, it’s slow anyways.” He shoos them out of his space with a wink.

They agree on a small café down the street where Bunkoo orders a hearty salad and Yoongi orders a sandwich that makes Bunkoo’s nose twitch.

“Do you wanna try it?” He offers a bite to the hybrid who shakes his head no.

“Can’t eat bread. It makes my tummy hurt.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Yoongi frowns. “Bread is the best thing known to man.”

“Hay,” Bunkoo counters.

“What?”

“You know, hay. Grass. Straw. Whatever you wanna call it.” Bunkoo giggles when he realizes Yoongi thought he was trying to grab his attention.

The man closes his eyes and a full smile erupts across his face showing his full teeth and gums and Bunkoo’s heart flips half a dozen times. His shoulders relax and he allows himself to open up more.

He’d suspected they were both shy and while he was right, their mutual embarrassment opened the door to an easy conversation about their lives, jobs, and hobbies.

“So, what exactly is this?” Yoongi asks hours after they’ve left the café and meandered to a nearby park.

“What is what?” Bunkoo tilts his head in question.

“This, I don’t know, this weird connection,” Yoongi stumbles over his words. “Not weird in a bad way, just…Yeah.”

“Imprinting, I think,” Bunkoo replies. “It is weird, don’t worry.”

A comfortable lull sits between them and they watch a group of hybrid children running towards the playground. Various ears and tails flopping and bounding. A handful of non-hybrid children greet them happily with cheers and screams.

Some of them clearly know each other because they hug and rough and tumble immediately. Fearless. Full of laughter.

Bunkoo hums to himself. “It’s uncommon,” he continues. “And probably rare between hybrids and non-hybrids. But it’s the only explanation.”

“Did you know right away?”

“No. Well, I didn’t recognize it as such until later, I suppose.” Bunkoo huffs. “It wasn’t until I realized I shouldn’t be smelling you from across the room…”

“You can smell me?” Yoongi sounds alarmed.

“Yeah. A bit like grapefruit and mint and black licorice and something woodsy…took me a few days to break it down but my brain wouldn’t let go of it.” He ducks his head shyly and fiddles with the hem of his shirt.

“Your ears and eyes,” Yoongi says.

“Hmm?”

“Joon asked how I could tell you apart from the others. Your ears are uneven and your eyes,” Yoongi clears his throat. “Your eyes are gorgeous.

Bunkoo looks up from where he’s fidgeting, brows raised.

“No. Nope,” Yoongi waves a hand in front of Bunkoo’s face. “You can’t use them on me. It’s not fair.”

Bunkoo smiles coyly.

“I will literally give you anything and everything if you look at me like that.”

Bunkoo breaks out into a full laugh. “Anything?”

“Yes, my god.”

“Kiss me, hyung.”

“What?”

“You said anything,” Bunkoo pouts, purposefully widens his eyes and bats his lashes.

“You’re evil.”

And before Bunkoo can reply, Yoongi presses their lips together tender but sure. Bunkoo leans into the warm hand that cradles his face. Their lips part for a second.

Their breaths huff into one another before their lips connect again, opening for each other, finding a rhythm that spreads light through Bunkoo’s body, shimmering and calm through his veins.

“Hyung,” he says when they break apart for air. “Keep me. Make me yours, please.”

“Yes, Bun. You’re mine. Forever mine.”

✨fin✨

A/N shout out to a non-army friend who sent me a screenshot of an email from her work announcing they would have a bunch of bunnies in the office next week for cuddle time. I couldn’t resist 🥹🤭