Jeongin was a… troubled… fox hybrid. He had been taken away from his family at a young age and been moved around a lot, from hybrid shelters where he’s been in fights with other hybrids, to put in homes trying to make him a house pet. You just so happened to work at the shelter where he was currently at.

you had been tasked to give him some food since it was around lunch time. You entered his room, though it seemed more like a cell with the way it looked, you placed the plate down near him.

“Try to eat, okay?”

you said softly. You then went to leave, turned the handle, and it was locked. You tried again and heard faint giggling from outside. These assholes locked you in. It wasn’t a new thing. These new boys kept locking staff in cages with the hybrids. Normally it would be fine but this was Jeongin. He was unpredictable.