It takes a non-human soul to feel the essence of humanity.

Kyungsoo walked down the hallway, heels clicking on the sterile hallway. It was alpha shift on a Monday morning, meaning her turn to look after the eleven subjects of Ward Epsilon. Her inbox had been empty in her office, so she looked forward to getting to spend time with her charges on a more personal level. She would never admit it out loud (more for safety than lack of desire), but she adored them as if they were her own family, even the obnoxious box of noise which was Baekhyun.

"She's an android. She's just an android, Hongbin." Maybe if he kept repeating it, it would sound more true. "She's metal and hydrolics and microchips. You can't fall in love with a machine. And that's what she- she- That's what it is. It's a machine."

Jungkook hadn't even done anything wrong this time. He hadn't responded to the man who had flirted with him, had kept his head down and hadn't strayed far enough to make the leash go taut, nor close enough to trip his master up. So, how then, he wound up getting a brutal beating in the alley beside the store he didn't know. All he knew was that the man with the pink hair that tenderly picked him up after, soothingly through his hair, was officially his favourite person to exist.

Jaebum loved her, as broken and convoluted as that may seem. Jackson brought life and colour where there would otherwise be none. To hell with the fact she was a ghost. 

Hakyeon's omega status and his cursemark - his dark skin - seen him pushed to the edge of his village, alone and rejected. He grew up this way from the time his parents could leave him to his own devices, looking to distance themselves from their devilspawn, their bad omen. Having been at the mercy his vain village elders, he wasn't surprised when he was the only one who would take in the silver-haired stranger.

Taehyung watched Seokjin walk up to the statue. He watched him kiss the stone's lips, gently, as if afraid to break it. He thought there would be something bitter or empty that filled him, but there was nothing. He didn't feel a thing. His heart didn't even stutter in it's rhythm. He didn't know why it didn't hurt to see someone grant an inanimate angel what they wouldn't for a real one. His shoulders didn't even ache with the memory anymore. 

Jackson was one of those hyungs that Bambam just adored. The man was everything he'd envisioned in his ideal type and then everything else he hadn't thought of and on top of it all, Jackson was an omega. There was only one problem that halted Bambam from confessing to Jackson, for better or worse. That problem's name is Jaebum, his loved and respected leader, and it's Jaebum's mark that Jackson's got on his neck.

Mark had told him straight up. There was no such thing as catching Carly Lee. And to be fair, Jaebum knew he was probably right. But he couldn't let down the chase - there was something that compelled him on and he wasn't going to let her go until he got all the answers he'd been clawing after all this time. 

Taekwoon had been cast out of her pack years ago for being the wrong thing - a female alpha wolf. But as time and miles passed her by, her bitterness faded and she took on a cause as accidental as it was rewarding: helping five abused and scarred omegas find freedom, choice and peace. If that happened to be at her side, she wasn't going to complain. 

Taekwoon had never had problems with soulmates. She thought it was kind of nice to not have to worry about knowing whether or not there would be someone to love you unconditionally. She just wondered if such a thing was still possible when she had five marks on her body.

There was something wonderfully fulfilling about being with Daesung. Up on stage with him like this, Jiyong was sure that she had managed to find perfection.

It was very important to him to meet your family. His family had adored you and now with the ring he'd put on your finger, there was no way you could stall any longer. 

Wonshik is terrified. She's only been dating Taekwoon for just over a year and they screwed up already. She doesn't have any idea about how to tell him she's pregnant. 

Jackson had hooked up with Namjoon. Mark really wanted to be nasty about him, call BTS' leader out as the clumsy, idiot dork that he really was, but watching the way he made Jackson smile, the way her face would light up whenever he called her or her soft little giggle from the top bunk which meant he'd texted her goodnight back . . . He couldn't bring himself to be that much of an .  (Sorry to anyone who read this before. It's actually finsihed now, properly.)

Jungkook was staring down at his hands. "I was talking to him twenty minutes ago. Twenty minutes ago, he was smiling at us. They both were."

The feelings of torture never undo, and one never forgets pain, especially when there was no lesson to be learned. Daesung hadn't been born in that facility, had smelt the humans' fear of him long before his capture. After his escape, he had tried so hard to keep his nature hidden, to lead a human existence. But Seungri - his lovely dongsaeng, his precious young one - had found the branding of the facility's serial number on his chest and it was hell from there. 

Being mated to Taekwoon was easy. Except when other Wolves come along and decide they want an easy lay from a human. 

Taekwoonie was a simple woman, really. She liked cats, naps, stealing small morsels of food. And Wonshik, Hakyeon thought with a smile. 

Follow up to Domestic. Wonshik takes Taekwoon back to his pack lands to show her his secondary form. 

Daesung had never actively tried to hide it, but it had just never been brought up; hadn't realized that the others didn't know. Thank God Yongbae was the first to find out. 

Daesung had tried with nearly every company, but everytime it was the same thing: her face was too ugly. So, she had let the dream go and simply watched idols from afar, become a fan. And by far, her favourite idol was Taeyang. 

Taekwoon hadn't thought much of it the first time it happened. But when Wonshik always seemed to know, sometimes before her, when her period was on, she started paying attention. Something was up with Wonshik, even if the rest of VIXX thought he was fine.

Should have been an alpha, born an omega. Missing nothing but the knot. Seungri had been suppressing since his first heat, living life as a beta, if unable to gain the status he should have had. But, perhaps, just maybe, he forgot to acknowledge that there was another omega in the group who didn't see his status as less than any other.