#Hobies like no please Calm Up I want the attention
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His hips. Tummy. I can't breathe
#this is what I mean by Diane would be standing in a room with him and not know how to act#just stare and gushing and squealing#cause He#and everyone is like Calm Down#Hobies like no please Calm Up I want the attention#i want to grab his hips#I thought this picture was nice#spiderman#atsv#spider man#marvel#across the spiderverse#hobie brown#spider punk#spiderpunk
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SOJU | jjk
pairing: fuck buddy!jungkook x f. reader (feat. hobi)
genre: heavy angst, heavy smut
word count: 10.4k
summary: jungkook gives you all that he has—his feelings, his dominance and his cum.
playlist: soju / pinterest board: wine
warnings: sex flashbacks, alcohol consumption, jungkook is drunk emotional and a mess, jealousy, reader has daddy issues (like the writer), almost heavy dd/lg themes, plushie used during intercourse, inner child healing, use of a sex toy, oral sex (f. receiving), ass play and nipple play, provocation, dirty talk, hair pulling, dry humping, rough sex, overstimulation, pain felt during intercourse, jungkook instructs reader like the teacher he is, pet names and one particular title used, squirting, praise kink, jungkook is mean and cruel and just so horny
note: i will never forget this fic. never. this is the third part of 'wine' and therefore the very end to this adventitious series. even though, this part has a little bit information and quirks in it from the other two fics, it's fine to read as a standalone, but i do recommend reading all three parts as they interlink and you can beautifully see the process and the change of their relationship. i want to thank the lovely soul who asked me to make this a series because writing this made me incredibly happy—and all the themes i used mean the world to me. i also want to thank all of you for reading and for all the love. i hope you like this as much as i do. please, heed the warnings as there are dd/lg themes that not everyone can be comfortable with. with that being said, enjoy your reading and let me know what you think, let me know your favorite parts. ᡣ𐭩
side note: drunk 3D jungkook being all mean, dominant and daddy is, quite literally, the epitome of my sexuality.
Jungkook will always be a man of his word.
It’s the foundation that keeps his back straight as he leads you through the crowd. The core of the whole promise is the very strength of his fingers as they clasp around your much smaller hand because he notices, under the washed out lights of red and violet, that you’re the center of attention.
He feels as though he’s dragging the hand of a child like a protective father. Except, he has the impulsive need to cover you with his body.
It’s a blasting alarm within the ear splitting chaos of his mind. Louder than the modern music he cares little for; louder than the song of the hard, quickening beats of his heart that he’s unable to ignore. He promised he’d make it up to you about the party because he’d made you drunk with lust. Now that he’s taken you here, he’d much rather be back home with you. Wouldn’t even have the need to seduce you—he just doesn’t want to be here. Doesn’t want you to be the apple of everyone’s eye.
Sweat glistens on the planes of his forehead.
Jungkook returns every inquisitive look of people he doesn’t know with a stern furrow of his brows. Figures he needs a drink; figures he needs his hyung, at least one familiar face among strangers.
A strong one, to calm the storm within, and a big hug from the host himself.
He hates people.
Leading you to the makeshift bar of spirits in the kitchen, he has a protective hand over the small of your back as you climb on the bar stool. Watches as your ass lifts over the leather and almost jumps out of his own skin when the outsole of your high-heeled shoe slips on the footrest and you fall back onto the chair with a thud. A precious set of treble giggles billow out of your mouth, followed by a reassuring flick of your hand that you’re okay, and Jungkook’s own hand trembles when he lifts it off your back. While you open your purse to reapply your lip gloss, he hides behind his tight, feigned smile the need to run and calm his breathing.
His irises wander over the contents of that purse of yours. Finds a long brown pencil there, your phone, a pack of cigarettes with a purple lighter and a ring of keys adorned with the tiniest Hello Kitty he’s ever seen. No wallet, no cash tucked beneath. A smirk tugs the corner of his mouth, hand acting out of its own will—coming over to your long hair, smoothing it down as you focus on lining your lips with another set of glitter and pinkness. Perhaps the gesture is owed to the proudness he feels due to the fact you’re expecting to be provided for throughout the night, wherever it takes you both after this party. Blurred within is the smugness that he’s the reason you’re dolling yourself up again because he couldn’t help but make a mess of your mouth in the car. It makes his cock grow tight in his pants.
He wears the smugness all over his features. From the gleaming cosmos in his eyes, to the smudged kiss stains of all the roses in the world scattering over his nose and cheeks, down to the deepening smirk. He thinks he’d buy you anything your eyes would linger a heartbeat longer on, with snacks included in case you’d get hungry, as he silently praises you for your good behavior, for that smart brain of yours by the brush of his hand down your hair. A sick part of him wants to even get in debt for you for the pure fun of it—the fun being the primal core of your wishes and needs being gratified, for your satisfaction to shine through the veins on your skin like little sun rays, all while having the time of your life on the night out he promised you.
He’s not afraid to admit he’d do anything for you as long as it stays safely stashed within his system. Can’t risk voicing it out. Can’t risk you knowing. Can’t risk shit.
Studying the shape of your lips as you hold up a small heart-shaped mirror, he twirls the ends of your hair as he waits for you to be done to ask you what you want to drink. Is reminded of the way those pillows wrapped around the straw of the banana milk you brought for him the last time he saw you. Of the way they sucked his fingers when he used them for lubrication to rub your clit while he was fully buried inside your tight, dew-sprinkled cunt. He suddenly feels hot under his collar.
He’s a slave to flashbacks. Always has been.
The celestial concoction of your needy moans and his, kept safe within the confines of his car, loop in his brain. The look of agonized lust when he bit your bottom lip in a heated kiss that he soon alleviated with the swipe of his tongue, with the suction of his lips that begged him to take more of you. Jungkook hears it as if there wasn’t any music at all, as if its thrumming wasn’t enveloping the corridors of his panic-stricken heart. He hears your words, embellished by those giggles of yours, in his ears all over again: “Stop, you’re making me horny. We should go inside.” His own, too: “You dance better for me when your panties are wet. I know you do.” Sees again, as if the moment is happening again and you’re standing in front of him, the way you reacted to his hands warming up your sides in the cold after you stumbled out of his car. Sighing softly, glossy eyes whirling upwards to the drowsy sky full of quivering stars, tipsy on the desire he’s obsessed with awakening in you while being tipsy just the same. The smile rising on your lips when he asked: “Show me how you’re gonna dance for me.” The way you moved your hips in such a silly way that squeezed his heart until it was difficult to breathe.
He’s fucked. Knows he is. Has known it for a while now.
You’re the origin of the chaos within his mind. The body of it itself. He has a teeny-tiny version of you in his mind that lives there, and lives there well because he feeds her, brushes her hair and gives her kisses, despite the storm.
He could never tell you—how much he thinks about you daily.
To a certain extent, he almost did the last time you came around, in a frenzy of sensuality and pent-up desire that consumed him. Prayed you didn’t see it for the way it really was.
It’s not just lust, and it’s more than just a friendship.
He figured as much—doesn’t have any fucking idea what to do with it.
Not a single one. Especially not when you pucker your lips at him and screw the applicator back into the tube.
He doesn’t want to lose you. Doesn’t ever want to lose the sight of that pucker of yours. And he fears that if he tells you of his weakness for you, he might never see it again.
So, he opts to keep things safe, keep things casual. That is until he eventually bursts.
That’s another promise, too.
He pulls on one of your strands. Your head knocks back, eyes wide at the audacity of it all. He laughs at your reaction.
“Can you stop?”
Jungkook does it again just to see the shock written over your face, full on belly laughing.
“What the fuck?” You slap his shoulder, the impact so small he barely feels it. “You want me to pull your hair, too?”
He grabs his stomach. “No, what I want to know is what you wanna drink.”
You purse your lips in feigned anger, fingers outstretched by the back of his head to play-pull his hair or perhaps slap him into oblivion. If you could manage it.
He doesn’t think you could.
He goes around you to sit beside you on the bar stool, studying the bottles of liquor his hyung bought. Is ignorant to the way you’re studying him, to the way the corners of your mouth lift ever so slightly at the discovery of the current situation in his intimate parts.
Pulls out one to acknowledge himself with it. Asks you if you wanna drink it.
You don’t say anything.
When Jungkook lifts his eyes to scold you for not paying attention, all the words get hitched in his throat. You’re grinning from ear to ear. All those damned words are forgotten immediately.
“Are you hard?” you whisper, flushed at the face, glossy eyes glimmering, ever so excited about your discovery.
He feels himself twitch. Hides it by cupping himself discreetly.
Averts his eyes. “I’m always hard around you,” he mutters, twisting the bottle open. “I’ve gotten used to it.”
He doesn’t look at you when he pours you a shot, but he focuses on the way your breathing gains speed. Fights the smile threatening his lips caused by how easy it is to provoke you.
“You wanna get out of here?”
You’re hasty as you ask, looking around you, inspecting which room you could use to drag him into and relieve him of his problem, but he assures you it’s no problem at all with a curt shake of his head.
Strangely, he found a way to like the tension in his pants. Thinks it digs deep into the depth of the moment—simply makes it more exciting.
“We just got here,” Jungkook says flatly, screwing the lid back on. “Don’t be rude.”
He filled your shot to the brim not necessarily with the intention to make you drunk as fast as he can, but to watch your eyes widen the way they do so sweetly. And you don’t disappoint him at all when you do just that, the smile on your lips blossoming still. An aura of shyness envelops you in softness due to his disapproving words and Jungkook realizes he grazed your submission by reprimanding you. While it magnifies his smugness, he feels a little bit bad for you. Knows how much it turns you on when his fatherliness looms out, but blames you for it nonetheless. You rouse it in him.
You may have never told him about your father wounds, but his instincts sensed it in you—sought it out like its own child and cradled it in his arms, promising to never let go.
Promise. There it is again.
He wants to spend the rest of his life promising you things. Doesn’t matter what. He just wants the security, the cord of trust, that you’ll be here; that you’ll be here for a long time. It truly doesn’t matter if he promises you things internally or outwardly.
Jungkook cups your chin. Wants to say something. Wants to reassure you that you can take the shot, encourage you a tiny bit. But what you say to him dries up his throat completely.
“You don’t want a blowie?”
Your words were a mere silky noise, but he heard you. Curled his fingers tight into fists in order not to bend you over the bar stool and take you right then and there in front of everyone.
Decides he will provoke you right back.
“You don’t want a lickie?” he murmurs, drawing close to you so you’re the only one who hears him. “You don’t want Daddy’s tongue on your little clit?”
You gasp and grip his knee, your legs intuitively spreading.
Jungkook skims his surroundings to see if anyone’s watching. When the coast is clear—people mindlessly mingling, having conversations—he hovers his lips against your ear, hand coming in between your legs, not to touch you but to cover you. Whispers, “or you don’t want Daddy’s tongue fucking you fast? Licking over your little ass? Hm, you don’t know how good that feels yet, do you?”
You’re holding in a sob—Jungkook sees it in the way your eyes and lips round, brows furrowing. He made you wet. Serves you right.
He pulls away to pour you a chaser. Asks which one you want.
You take a deep breath, flicking your hair back. “Coca cola,” you chirp, despite the deathly grip you have on his knee, perhaps to hold your sanity together, other fingers wrapping around the shot. Small, so fitting for an equally small glass.
Jungkook laughs. Loves it. Loves…
The realization, of what he almost granted access to within his system, strangles his heart. He hears nothing for a moment, not the music, not the tremor of his weak heart. Nothing.
A can of Coke waits for you behind the bar on the kitchen counter and before any thought flicks through his brain, Jungkook stands to his feet to fetch it for you—to get his blood pumping again so he can gain control of his senses. It scares him, the nothingness. Even his eyes fail to focus as he looks for the metallic red can he swore he saw hardly a minute ago. He feels a slap on his back and a familiar face, at last, comes into view.
Hobi.
The first thought that resurfaces is filled with thankfulness enveloping around that name, dispersed with tiny kisses of ‘you saved me, hyung’. Jungkook dives head-first into the offering hug of his savior, his senses returning to him like magnets attaching to metal. He takes in a deep breath as if he was under water and just came up for air.
“So glad to see you,” Hobi says, rubbing his back.
Jungkook squeezes his shoulder. Says something that doesn’t reflect what he truly wants to say, keeps up the small talk while burying under layers upon layers of mud the confession that he almost told himself he loved you.
Which reminds him that he didn’t introduce you.
“There’s someone I want you to meet,” Jungkook says, grabbing the can of Coke his eyesight is now clear enough to spot and an empty, tall glass for you. Guides his friend to where you’re sitting but what he sees almost makes him jump out of his own skin for the second time in the span of an hour—almost sobs tearfully at the unfortunate discovery.
A mop of dirty blonde curls shaking at the impact of his laughter as he whispers sweet nothing into the shell of your ear. He towers from behind you, compressing you in the muscly width of his half-barren chest. An electricity of anguish spasms down the course of Jungkook’s body, for in a flash he’s reminded of the way you towered above him just the same the last time. His sweat cools as you listen to him, a pang after pang of jealousy stinging him in his abdomen. He’s frozen on the spot—Hobi says something, but Jungkook can’t hear him—that is until you make a face of discomfort.
Jungkook sees red.
His heart slams hard against his chest, but he doesn’t feel it. He doesn’t feel its intention to break his ribcage.
The words unfurl out of his tight mouth before he can think them through. “Can I fucking help you?” he hisses through his teeth, setting the glass and the can down harshly. The noise makes you jump, which instantly drives him to regret his actions—and it puts an end to his rage.
He didn’t mean to scare you. Doesn’t want you to regard him this way.
The sudden softness welcomes his senses back with a gentle beckoning.
Lifting his eyes, the guy ignores the question. Whispers something again that forces you to pierce your stare into the fire that burns within Jungkook’s irises. Not the fire he let you see throughout the trajectory of your casual relationship, the blue, the dreamily sultry one.
The one that licks over his eyes is black. Pitch black. No sign of stars, no dots of reflection of light. Pure pitch black.
But you hold his gaze, unafraid of the darkness.
For a reason unknown to him, it ignites you with strength to shove raggedy Barbie Ken away. Your touch lingers on his chest for a mere second and is not as scorching as the bite of your words: “Yes, I’m here with him and I’m not interested in you. Go away.”
Jungkook doesn’t look at the guy. Doesn’t give two shits about the painful twists of his features as he staggers away. Forgets about Hobi; forgets about the questioning looks of strangers digging into his back. All he sees is you. All he hears is the sigh of relief once he’s gone. And Jungkook is hasty as he reaches for you, relieved himself—relieved that he didn’t have to fight the fucker and alter the trust you have in him—needing you close, needing to gain back his control. He’s almost smiling uncomfortably at the ridiculous twist of events, but then the tug of his mouth stills.
You slip out of his grasp and move past him.
There’s silence within Jungkook’s ribcage. Not one beat or flutter, not one kick.
Nothing.
***
Knocking back shots after shots, Jungkook remains silent. Doesn’t answer any of his hyung’s questions. Doesn’t look at any of the girls who sashay to Hobi’s thigh to chitchat. His gaze merely remains fixed on the empty glass of the chaser he never had the chance to pour you.
Your shot of the dark liquor is also left untouched.
It’s the twinge of pity he feels that gives the order to his feet to rise. Hobi grabs his arm, long fingers digging into the hard leather of his jacket. Jungkook doesn’t reciprocate his stare, despite its heavy energy. Keeps his head low instead.
“Give her more time,” Hobi says, lugging him down to a seated position but Jungkook untangles out of his grip.
Grabs a bottle of soju as he mutters, “half an hour is more than enough.”
He makes a way through the corridor towards the door you slinked into, the translucent bottle swinging by his jean-clothed thigh. Doesn’t knock on the wood, instead walks straight in as if he owned the place.
You’re sitting by the foot of the bed. The yellowness of the subdued bedside lamp drapes your sagged shoulders in gold, filtering through your hair that obscures your face. You had taken off your shoes and they lie crooked and alone by your stocking-clad feet. Jungkook wonders if that’s how you feel.
His weakness caused by the unfortunate events and the sadness engulfing you stops him from moving a step closer to you as he beholds your puny form, but Jungkook fights it—fights for you. He needs to be in control. Of his own body and emotions, no matter how strenuous he finds it. He needs to be strong—and he needs to be strong for you to make things right.
He clicks the door shut behind him. As he walks towards you, he opens the bottle of soju with the firmness of his phone and takes a long sip. Settles in between your legs on the ground, crossing his legs at the ankles. Probs you on the calf to make his presence known to you, cooing your name.
You sniff your nose, gathering your hair to the side, curling the shorter pieces behind your ear. Your face glistens from the rivers of tears he wasn’t there to wipe away, cheeks flushed from all the onrush of emotions that wasn’t of the coy or sensuous kind he likes so much. The hard stone of his heart cracks at your broken countenance and the back and forth swipe of his fingers on the nylon of your stocking grows more tender the more he takes in your sadness. He wishes to inhale it, rid you of it once and for all. Thinks it doesn’t belong to you. Wants to fight the guy, make you laugh—make a fool out of himself—and make love to you. Wants all of those things at the same time, but he realizes he can’t tear himself apart.
He decides being here is enough. He can fix whatever has been broken here in Hobi’s room.
“This is so fucked up, Jungkook.”
You’re the first one to break the silence and it takes a slight weight off of his shoulders. Jungkook hums, prompts you to speak further on what hurts your heart. Wraps his entire hand around the muscle of your calf, thumb tracing figures of eight on your skin.
The warmth helps you look him in the eye, but you don’t say anything else.
Jungkook figures it’s his turn.
“I wouldn’t let him touch you,” he says softly, hand drifting down to cradle the heel of your lifted foot. You’re mine, he doesn’t add.
Your mouth rounds once again in a wave of emotion that clutches you. You don’t let the tears fall, looking up to the ceiling so the little pearls don’t trickle out of your tear ducts. Jungkook notices puffy marks of darkness under your bottom lashes, where he swore he saw thin pathways of glitter, small shooting stars traveling around the globe of your eyes. They’re nowhere to be found now, you’ve rubbed them away.
“I know, it’s not about that.” You sniff, hands hooking under the hem of your skirt just to have something to hold onto, to busy your fingers a little—as if he wasn’t right there. “I think I kinda get you know.”
Jungkook makes a sound that asks you to enlighten him, taking a swig of the sweet liquor to aid him in forgetting what he didn’t say. But the more he drinks, the more he remembers—the more his feelings splutter to life. It’s like he didn’t drink a drop at all.
“I never understood why you need to be in control all the time,” you start, fixing your gaze on his. “But I finally did when that guy had his arms around me and wouldn’t let go. I wished I had even a small bit of control in that moment when I was alone. I hated feeling like I had to endure it when all I wanted to do was run away.” You break apart at your last words and Jungkook’s world crumbles in his hands.
There’s chaos in his mind. A chaos of selfish nature that wants to prove you wrong because no, he doesn’t have any control when it comes to you, when you’re dressed, perfect and broken altogether. He doesn’t have shit—he’s nothing. A complete mess. And perhaps it’s his bruised heart that acts out despite this self-pitying mayhem grappling him, shutting it out into eternal darkness, for Jungkook doesn’t even know how he does it when he pulls you down onto his lap by a careful drag of your legs and encases you within the heated snugness of his arms.
He doesn’t even understand his own words when he says, “You can take all of mine. It’s yours.”
Jungkook doesn’t care about anything at all because when you start to sob into his shoulders, he breaks along with you—bursts at the seams completely.
“I know you were scared, but that won’t happen again. Not when I give you all of my control.” His words are smooth amidst the stream of his liquid emotions and Jungkook is glad for it—glad to be a pillar you can lean on. He imagines transferring all of his being, not just his control, to you like a blanket draping around your shoulders, so the situation never happens again.
His tears soak your hair strands and they carry his sorrowful kiss to the crook of your neck. He doesn’t want to utter a sound, wants to remain strong, but his heavy exhales betray him, wafting against you as he tightens his grip around your violently shuddering body in effort to soothe it. Considers this moment to be yours alone, doesn’t want to be selfish. Wants to be there for you.
“You helped me when I saw you,” you say against his skin, the sound muffled but he hears you—tightens his lips in a firm line in order not to wail. “When I saw that you were there, I was strong enough to push him away. You were my backup, Jungkook.”
He agrees with a soft sound, rocking you back and forth as he cradles you. Leans his head against the side of yours, shielding you from the world and its wickedness.
Your cries quieten. “But I want to be strong even when you’re not there.”
Jungkook strokes your hair, understands you even when it pains him—his attachment to you pulled so taut he fears it’ll break. “You’re strong now. I gave you my control, didn’t I?”
To his surprise, you nod.
After you pull away to breathe and Jungkook sweeps your tears away with his thumb, he’s smothered with the reminder that he made a promise to himself—a promise that is on the brink of being fulfilled.
The walls close in on him, but he doesn’t care. He promised to keep things casual until he bursts. He refuses to go another day pretending you’re just a friend he feels nothing for. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the heavily charged emotions that make the decision for him, but he simply doesn’t care about the outcome anymore. The truth has to come out into the light.
Jungkook calls you by your name. Brushes your hair back so he can look properly in the faded lush of your eyes; cradles your face in his hands like that. You call him by his name as well, whispering it into the shadows of the room. Such a soft, silky sound that puts pink plasters over the cracks in his heart. He says your name in the same intonation just to get a taste of liberty.
“I’m yours,” he confesses, a lump forming in his throat, and he’s too late to blink the tears away. “I’ve been yours since the day I met you; since the moment you laid your hands on me. Yours for the taking. My heart, my control—it’s all yours.”
The bridge constricting his throat collapses when you give him a look of endearment, your features softening, rounding in emotion. Jungkook watches as a tear rolls down your cheek; feels an identical one going down the same path on his own skin, fiery and hot.
“I’m sorry.” He breaks into sobs—and break, break, break is all he does. “I’m sorry if you wanted to stay casual, but I can’t… and-and I can’t let you go. I can’t let anyone else have you.”
You bunch the material of his wife-beater in your fists under his jacket, mewling tender weeping sounds. Jungkook bites his lip to prevent himself from spilling in your hands, needing you to say something, anything, so he can straighten his back and call it a night. You bury your head in his chest and Jungkook lulls you to calmness while needing it himself. He suddenly feels alone. Alone and crooked like your shoes, as if he said the wrong thing, as if he didn’t deserve any reassurement, any love for what he just did—
You mumble something into his skin.
His heart jumps.
“I didn’t catch that, baby.”
You lift your head, clutching the sides of his neck. “I like you, too, Jungkook.”
Your words tell him a lot of things.
He didn’t make a mistake tonight. He didn’t do anything bad, didn’t lose you for the rest of his life. He will see that pucker of yours for the months to come, your glitter and all your shooting stars will be there to guide him home.
And the other thing is—he fell for you first. Because while you like him, he absolutely and irrevocably loves all of who you are.
He smiles at you, though. The bridge takes the heft on his shoulders along with it and disperses into nothingness. He wants to thank you. He wants to thank you for the kindness you expressed towards him, for your hands that hold him. And he does by kissing you, by inhaling you, taking away all your sadness and the bad events that caused it.
“You mean a lot to me,” you say against his lips, pretty wet eyelashes fluttering. Jungkook feels their dewiness; wants to feel yours, too. There’s a pout to his mouth as he listens to you. “You changed my life. You make it better.” He nods at your words, senses them opening a window in his heart to let the fresh air in. “I don’t ever wanna lose you, Gguk. You’re too important.”
He almost says it. Those three words. But he keeps them stored within the now brisk chamber of his heart, full of spring. Flowers grow, in place of the plasters.
Jungkook caresses your cheek. “I want to make you forget.”
You beam at him—and there he feels it, the pulse of his heart, its song and its steady, balmy notes.
“Make me forget about tonight, please.”
He kisses you, adds in a million tiny pecks in between, sliding his tongue inside your mouth in brief greeting. His fingers blindly find the bottle of Soju and when he withdraws with a pop, he presents it to you.
“Look at what I got you,” Jungkook says, chuckling.
You wrap your hand around his on the bottle and he tips it to your mouth, helping you drink it. You widen your eyes at him when he wants you to drink more than you do, and he lowers his hand with a grin. Loves those eyes of yours. Loves your mouth as he wipes it clean with his thumb.
It’s lighthearted, the state of his emotions. He had tasted liberty by fondly mimicking your intonation, but now it courses through his veins, now it’s his. He feels so very glad to be alive at this moment and he wants to celebrate in the only way he knows he can.
“I got you another thing as well, but it’s back home,” Jungkook says. “I can’t drive but we can take an Uber.”
“Let’s go.”
Jungkook straps your heels, fixes your skirt and swipes his thumbs under your eyes to rid you of black mascara stains. Offering you his hand, you take his pinky and ring finger and he leads you out of the room with you following behind. He skims the living room to find Hobi but, again, he’s nowhere in sight until you tap his shoulder and point to the right side of the corridor. Hobi is rising to his feet from sitting on the stairs. The thought of his hyung staying around for him instead of enjoying the party squeezes his heart in gratitude. He hugs him and when it’s your turn to say your goodbye, Hobi pulls you in for a hug as well, rubbing your back as he asks you if you’re okay.
The soju remains in your hand. Sitting on the curb outside, both of you finish it while waiting to be picked up with Jungkook’s hand on your thigh and rough kisses shared in between. The wind doesn’t dare to disturb the intimacy, but watches on with a fond care, the stars hanging low, peeking through to witness at least one good thing of the night.
***
“If this breaks me out, I’m gonna kill you.”
Jungkook is carefully tender as he drags the makeup wipe along the perimeters of your cheeks, scowling at the sun-filled tint coloring the whiteness of the wet cloth. He had spent half an hour choosing the right brand in the drugstore earlier in the morning because he decided you were going to sleep over without telling you, reading each small letter on the packaging, despite the fact he understood shit.
You’re still clothed and so is he, resting in the middle of the comfort of his bed as he hovers above you, knees perched at the foot of the bed. The aching ball of your own foot grazes the bulge in his intimate parts and Jungkook himself is at wonder how he’s able to focus when it stimulates all of his senses, adding heat to his body.
“It’s Korean, it won’t break you out,” he mutters, swiping along the underside of your eye with extra care.
“I once had a toner that—”
Jungkook covers your mouth with his palm. “It’s Korean,” he whispers, furrowing his brows at you.
You giggle and he drops his glower, beaming down at you.
“You know I can do it myself. I’m not that drunk.”
He focuses on your forehead now, cleaning off your foundation and all those sparkles.
“I know you can, but let me.”
You babble on and Jungkook decides he’s had enough of it. He clicks his tongue. “I’m gonna shut you up.”
He dumps the makeup wipe on your face and rummages through his bedside drawer. While you use it to cleanse off your neck, Jungkook spoils your surprise and opens your present. Is discreet as he smuggles it between your legs, pressing it against your clothed clit.
The soft vibrations spread throughout his whole hand. He increases the intensity.
You freeze, flicking your eyes to his, makeup wipe long forgotten. You roll your hips against the toy.
“Oh my god.”
Serves you fucking right.
“Keep talking,” Jungkook mutters. “Hm, keep fucking talking and dare to come.”
It’s maniacal, his laugh, but gentle and amorous in nature because he fucking loves you, loves to tease you, loves to make you feel good—show your body new things that it willingly accepts. You wiggle your hips, chasing the pleasure, mouth fallen open, emitting tiny satiny legato whimpers, which cause his cock to twitch in his pants—so much that he begins to move the purple toy all around your femininity while palming himself. He notices your lack of babbling.
“What’s wrong?” he asks in feigned sympathy. “You suddenly have nothing to say?”
You smile at him, and it stops everything. The roleplay of his mean dominance, the vibrations buzzing his hand. He turns the toy off and is straightforward as he says, “undress.”
Does so himself.
He takes off his leather jacket and unbuttons his pants; watches you as you drag the skirt down those hips he wants nothing more than to kiss and hold in his hands. When it pools around your knees, he chucks the material behind him. You hook your thumbs beneath the waistband of your stockings and Jungkook thinks about how he’d like to tear them apart and make you lose your mind through the hole he’d create as he strokes the outer side of your thigh. He wanted to be gentle with you tonight, but he just can’t help it.
You rouse it him and he just listens.
His hands are quick as they rip a hole above the center of your rosily pink panties. He smirks at your shocked gasp, so short and dry, drawing close to your pussy, kissing her, nuzzling his face in her. The tension in his intimate parts is almost unbearable when you run your hands through his hair and incite him to do more. He licks over the tiny wet spot on the frail material that he’s the artist of, adding to it, and watches the roll of your eyes because there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. It’s a dance what your hips do, the most unkind torture and he longs to squeeze them.
He’s a good boy when it comes to listening to his body’s desires.
Making a way through the beige hole, ripping it further in the process, he grabs the supple skin, thumbs fondling over your hip bones. So small, so delicious. Jungkook licks his lips, pushes your underwear to the side to reveal your dewy little seashell—fixes it so it stays put. Looks up at you. “Top off. I wanna see those pretty tits.”
You’re a good girl, too, when it comes to obeying his wishes.
A praiseful coo ripples out of his mouth once you reveal your black padded bra. Jungkook decides he wants it to be in line of his sight, so he lowers the straps down your arms and merely tugs the undergarment below your breasts. The spillage and the ripple of their fullness almost makes him die right then and there. Jungkook bites his bottom lip until he draws blood.
Two hindrances. The silky straps on your arms, the stockings he will soon lower down your thighs. Jungkook curses under his breath; thinks he should’ve gotten the ropes he was eyeing after his drugstore run. Pink and rough, just the kind you would’ve liked.
Perhaps it isn’t needed for the lovemaking he longs for with you. Playtime and lovemaking are two different things, he concludes.
He’s so horny he might lose his mind first. And he does—with nose pressed against your sternum, babbling nonsense while he buries his head in your tits. Inhaling your vanilla and tuberose scent, he kisses the valley leading up to the peak of your stiffened nub, trails it with his tongue, goes the extra mile to suck it into his mouth, hearing its call. He’s just listening—listening to your body language that asks for him. His eyes are blurry when he gazes at you. You’ve fled to the pink planet again, but he wants you here with him. While he flicks your nipple with his nimble tongue, he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks. Would die for your adorableness. Would go to war for it, a thousand times over.
Jungkook sucks the nub to make your travel back to Earth faster and he accomplishes what he wants. With a roll of your body and a moan, you’re back, looking down at him, cradling him, brushing his hair back. He makes sure you see the way he toys with your nipple—keeps his mouth open as he circles it, flicks it before he sucks it back inside.
“Stay here with me,” Jungkook mumbles, switching to the other nipple. “Please.”
You nod, grinding your hips against his stomach. Another call. Your hands slide lower to his neck and Jungkook understands you want more.
“Take control of me, baby,” he says. “Flip me over.”
Your breath is shaky. A light flickers in your eyes, glints like his saliva adorning your nipple in the yellow dimness of the room. You grab a hold of his neck with your one hand like he does to you every time while the other comes around his shoulder and you push him to his back in one swift motion.
Jungkook feels proud. You learn well from him. So studious, so smart, so cute.
You straddle his hips and Jungkook begins to trace your thighs, fingertips gliding back and forth on the nylon, until he grips your hips—and grips them hard. He forces you down on the bulge of his cock, hissing at the pleasure rising up his abdomen. He feels your dewiness against the material of his boxers soaking it through. He guides your hips in a steady but firm rhythm and once you familiarize yourself with it and hump him on your own, he brushes his fingers across your wet nipples. The sensation sends you toppling back, spine arched as you ride him like you rode his Hello Kitty plushie, but Jungkook keeps his fingers on those two little nubs. Your tits bounce and slap against each other and he just follows their movement, squeezing, grazing, leading you to the burst of your climax. When he lets go, you lower your body enough for him to nuzzle his face in them, moving you to the tip of his cock that peeks out of his boxers. The contact of your little soaked clit with his oozing arousal makes Jungkook moan into your skin, and he feels his balls tighten.
He lets you know by squeezing your arm, as if his furrowed brows, flushed face and the planes of his forehead shining in a layer of sweat weren’t indicating the matter enough.
You enjoy every second of the torment you bestow upon him, back upright now, fingertip playing with his navel.
Even more so as you flip around and ride him reverse cowgirl style, the nylon of your stockings stretched taut over your ass. Jungkook feels faint.
You’re wearing a thong that is but a thin fabric and would cover absolutely nothing if it were in its right place. He can see your little puckered hole that he’s very hungry for, starved actually, with each backward movement you make. He yanks his boxers down, granting you access to paint his manhood with the loveliness of your shiny dewiness. Grunts at the sloppiness of your flesh gliding back and forth as you toy with his ballsack. On the top of his cock, your juices mix with his—creating a pretty, pretty palette.
The way your pussy lips barely wrap around his girth, your little breaths and sobs—Jungkook can’t take it. White flashes in his eyesight, the build up of his orgasm nearing the end.
“You feel so good,” you murmur, flicking your hair behind your shoulders as you arch your back, your hair like a waterfall cascading down your spine.
Jungkook pulls on it, halting your torture. “You’re gonna make me come,” he purrs. “What a waste that would be—for me to come all over my pants like a teenager when your cunnie is right here.”
He rips your stocking further to reveal more of your ass. Pushes you towards his face until you’re sitting on it and—
He devours you.
You cry out. The sound propels him to tighten his grip around the small of your back, to quicken the shakes of his head while his tongue stimulates your engorged clit, occasionally flicking against the muscle to hear more of your little noises. Your palm feels up his wet shaft and Jungkook rewards you for being such a good girl that thinks of her Daddy by taking your bundle between his lips and sucking it. Your body quivers, plays tag with his tongue and Jungkook growls, your taste the sweetest thing he’s had all week and he can’t get enough. Needs more, needs…
“Fuck yourself on my tongue.”
He guides you. Spanks you when you find him. And the sobs you let out, interlaced with the naughtiest of whimpers, make him ache. Your walls press against him—stars fill his vision—and he can’t breathe. Needs you to come, needs a release himself, needs to taste your tiny hole that has never been touched before.
His hand extends for the purple toy, keeping it on the low setting. He presses it against your clit and the way you tighten around him lets him know you’re soaring; mere seconds away from ascending fully to the pearly gates.
Jungkook lets you reach your climax on your own, even though his hands itch to grab you and invigorate your thrusts. He wants you to have full control; wants you to get a heady taste of that liberty.
Wants you to get used to it.
You slow down your movement and Jungkook hears your cry first before your body begins to convulse. He holds you through your orgasm whilst he rubs the vibrator all over your clit and is ever so fucking mesmerized when he catches your pussy drooling and clenching.
He aches—aches badly to be inside of you.
Ridding you entirely of the mere cobwebs that your stockings have become, Jungkook holds your panties in place. His tongue darts out to swipe at your trickling hole, drags it past your skin across the other hole he’s yearning for. He feels you clench; he hears the litany of your incoherent words as you take in the new pleasure. He doesn’t touch your clit—he knows how sensitive it is after such an intense orgasm, so he just drags his tongue up and down both of your holes, swirling around the tight entrance.
When he penetrates you there, you scream.
You scream a bunch of yes’ in a row and Jungkook imagines your eyes are rolling back like they always are—imagines a grin on that fucked-out face of yours, eyelashes fluttering and wet with liquid emotions. It drives him to drill his tongue there in faster staccatos, moaning against you; the entirety of his bloodstream flowing to his intimate parts. He’s so hard he might burst, length heavy and solid against his stomach, but it brings him a great deal of pleasure to have you open like this, to taste you in a place no one has ever touched before, to give you a new experience that you’ll remember for a long time and possibly beg him for again.
He sighs against you, drinking you to relax his jaw. Is drunk on the moment, probably enjoys it more than you do.
You begin riding his face and he just offers you his tongue. Lets you do whatever you want.
“Feels so fucking good, Jungkook, oh my god.”
You’re fast now and Jungkook feels proud of you. You’re taking charge, chasing your pleasure. His heart skips a beat when you want him in your ass again, and he willingly obliges, fucking you there until the tremor of your body signals him of the thunder of your approaching orgasm.
You come on his tongue violently. Shuddering, screaming, leaving his neck, mouth, chin and cheeks wet. Dewiness for tears—he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Turning around, you don’t let him breathe before you grab his face and kiss him, licking into his mouth, moaning at the taste of your own rich flavor. Jungkook reciprocates all of your kisses and swipes of your tongue, doesn’t try to dominate you but instead revels in the nasty kiss, bucking his hips against your heat. So slippery, so fleshy. He grunts into your mouth.
When Jungkook sees your blissed-out face, he grins at you. Is blissed-out himself. “How’s that?” he asks. “You have all of my control. All of it.”
Your voice is hoarse when you say, “so fucking amazing, thank you,” and grin down at him just the same.
Joy beats through his chest, illuminating him from within as if he had his own tapestry of the whole night sky right there above his heart.
You sink lower down his thighs and pepper kisses along the length of his sticky cock. The gesture moves him and he lets you stay there for a moment while he briefly ponders over how a paralyzing form of pain led him to such a pure, expanding joy that he feels right now.
Tears well up in his eyes.
“Come here,” Jungkook pleads and you lift your head like a puppy.
He decides that he doesn’t want any restrictions on your body anymore. Each move of his hand is calculated as he unclips your bra and tugs your stockings, along with your underwear, down your legs. Even his own clothes come off in a blink of an eye because all he wants is skin to skin contact, to be connected with you on the deepest, most raw level that there is.
There’s a bit of nervousness coating his voice when he asks you to ride him due to his vulnerability. And when he feels the beginning of you, your heat encompassing him like the warm wind he last had grazing his body in his summer childhood days, the tears that loom in his eyes rush out.
It feels like he’s back in those days, but only this time all things are made right. But he can’t lie his head down in that tall grass of his childhood and escape—not when you struggle to take him from the angle you’re not used to.
He doesn’t think he ever let you ride him. Not even once. He apprehends you don’t know how to go about it.
“I know it hurts from this angle, but you can take it,” he says, willing his voice to be smooth as if he wasn’t crying at all—is thankful for the dimness that obscures his vulnerability from you. “You’ve taken me before, you can do it. Relax for me, sweetheart.”
You clench around him, stay frozen on the spot, and Jungkook can’t see. Filmy vision, emotions hurling at him like an incoming surge of waves. But all of that takes a step back when you mewl a pained noise and let yourself fall on his chest, his cock only a quarter of the way in.
“I’m scared. It’s too sensitive, it hurts.”
You shift your hips so he slips out of you. Jungkook kisses your forehead, wraps an arm around you while the other travels further down, below the roundness of your cheeks. Makes sure you look at him as he says, “don’t be scared, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. There’s no rush. Nothing bad is gonna happen to you.”
He looks at you for a long while—recognizes only some of your features in the dark—and so do you whilst he lulls you into a state of serenity by humming a song his mother sang to him during those summer days, by petting your head ever so fondly. He never realized how broken his inner child truly was until you kiss his tears away—see them, alas—and the boy inside him leaps into the sun-breathed air of the past. Grows into a young man with a dream in his heart and pensive thoughts beneath the thick set of black hair. Transforms into an adult man with love for a dream instead, for all that has become of his ambitions is the desire to be loved, to be wanted.
Dream or desire, none of it matters now because all of it, in a strange way that heals him, intermingles with each exhale of your breath against his cheek—and with the inch you think you’re ready to take—all of it is fulfilled.
A dream come true. A desire gratified.
You’re his and he is yours. And he tells you.
You kiss him everywhere. Nose, cheeks, neck. Grab his bunny plushie and tuck him into the crook of his elbow. Jungkook holds onto him as you take another inch, other hand holding his shaft as you sink down little by little, stopping whenever it gets too much.
“You’ve always taken it so well,” he murmurs onto your pained expression, unable to take his eyes off of you. “I was made for you. It’s yours, baby. It’s yours. You can do whatever you want with it.”
You clench at his words and the noise that you squeak makes him grunt onto your lips.
“That’s right, baby. I’m so proud of you for trying to take me so well like this when your little pussy is so sensitive from my tongue. You deserve to be rewarded, don’t you?”
The smile blossoming on your mouth is dangerous with its coyness but confidence at the same time. He falls in love with you all over again, feels the tall grass of his childhood bending over his head, sifting through his hair.
“I’m doing it for you,” you say. “I want to make you feel good.”
A hum of appreciation. A kiss full of tongue. “Throw your hips back a little. Just like when we dance.”
He’s not fully sheathed inside of you, but he feels your gummy walls smothering the half of his length and it’s enough. He doesn’t want to hurt you by filling you to the brim—he’s heedful even as he guides your hips with his hands, rolling them back as if you were grinding against him. Both of you danced like that many times before and because you know the move, you’re comfortable once you latch onto his hands and lift them, intertwining your fingers with his, pinning them down onto the mattress. Your hips gain speed, bouncing on him as your chest lifts a little, hovers above him and the bunny in the middle of his stomach, and Jungkook doesn’t let himself feel pleasure until your eyes lid and turn to the ceiling.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good. You’re a fucking”—Jungkook whines at the impact of a distinct hard slam of your hips down on his—“pro. My little fucking pro. Doing so good for me.”
He’s losing it and it’s so quick. The change of energy in the room, the arousal rising like fine dust in the air. All because his words nourished you with confidence that blazes the atmosphere around the bed. It’s just you, him and bunny in this microcosm and Jungkook longs to hold onto the plushie. Feels so much like you when he’s the one in control; feels as though you’ve become one in this emotionally charged act. He can’t differentiate between himself and you anymore.
He’s simply become you because he loves you. Or has been you the whole time due to that very fact. Perhaps loving someone truly means becoming them because what you learn from them, what you mimic from them is perpetually yours.
An awareness of how tired you must be drifts across his mind. He knows that with each excellent performance comes the burning of the muscles so without thinking twice, he maneuvers you to his favorite position—remaining on his lap with your back against his chest and bunny stacked on top of you. He takes the lead but lets you decide the pace. You’re the boss. “Fast or slow?”
“Fast.”
Jungkook hums, raising a brow. “Fast? Cunnie isn’t sensitive anymore?”
You shake your head ‘no’, propping an arm behind his neck. “I want it fast.”
It’s simultaneous—the deed of two hands, yours and his, grabbing a hold of the fluffy belly of the plushie, fingers traveling and interlocking without a thought, without a direction, and yet meeting. Like two shooting stars. Like the ones you wear under your bottom lashes.
One person. One mind, one heart.
Jungkook taps your belly button with the tip of his cock. You laugh softly. He remembers how wide your eyes were in fear when you sat upright on his lower stomach and could clearly see how far he reached inside of you.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He sinks his length into your warmth. The grass, the caress of the summer wind. You’re the personification of his childhood and Jungkook kisses you hard, tells you of it by the press of his lips on yours. Is ruthless as he ruts into you. His free hand clutches the vibrator and finds your clit under the small dangling legs of bunny. The low intensity is but a thrum, though by the gasps you emit, by the moans that rise in echoes within the atmosphere, he deduces it’s good.
Smugness returns, hand in hand with his control. He presses the toy harder against you, rubbing it side to side—and this time he doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t stop fucking you.
Vigorous with strength, empowered by the free rein of his emotions that were accepted and loved, he pistons his hard cock into that tightness of yours, regardless whether you can handle it or not. Feels right at home, feels—
“Who’s your Daddy?” he questions without slowing down the rhythm of his brutal pace. “Who’s fucking you this good?”
You hum, licking your lips, and your confidence fucks with him, strips him bare of any sanity he had left. You give him the eyes, flick your tongue against his lips before you tilt your head to kiss him with a brief passion. “You are.”
Butterflies.
Jungkook drops the vibrator on the bed. Has to touch you, has to grip you—and he does. His hand finds your throat and he squeezes, kissing you with the same passion, prolonging it because what you did wasn’t fair. He needs the passion; he needs to swallow it down and feel it course down his body. And when you give him just that, along with your luscious moans, he rewards you.
Gives you all of his cock.
He rams himself into you, balls deep. Repeats it over and over, each thrust harder than the one before. Watches your irises disappear from your eyes, mouth agape, voice gone. Jungkook senses you’re leaving planet Earth again and he stops you.
“Is this Daddy of yours your boyfriend now?”
Like a bell, his heart is clanging and the freedom in that sentence losing its principle of ever being a risk causes his eyes to fill with tears again. He’s a mess. His emotions are a mess. But he’s so happy.
And the smile you give him due to that question—it charges him with the longing power to own it, own you, so he grabs you everywhere. Your chin, your cheeks, your mouth, and you never stop smiling, not even when you say, “he is my boyfriend now, you got a problem with that?”
The chuckle that rumbles out of his chest is a surprise to him because dizziness takes a hold of his entire being. He’s gone—he’s about to die. This is it.
He kisses you and the act of your lips wrapping around his makes this so much more real. He squeezes you and bunny in his arms, hips grinding his circles now. “Does it hurt when I’m this deep?” he murmurs.
“No, feels good.”
“Let me know if it starts hurting, alright?”
You nod, pecking him, gripping his hair.
Jungkook lets go of your hand and slowly lifts you up and down on the hardness of his cock from behind. You’re so light in his hands, like a little angel assigned to his side, just his to play with. You tip your head back, the smile of yours having bloomed into a full grin. Jungkook watches you in awe.
“Look at you riding me. You don’t need any help.”
You giggle. Jungkook feels his cheeks fire up. Thinks the sound is angelic, it must be. Thinks the squelch of your pussy taking him, leaving him dewy, is angelic, too.
It makes him stop playing with you and fuck you properly instead.
He sits up. Angles your head so your lips touch his, but he doesn’t kiss you. He wants you there so you swallow all of the words that will come off his tongue, so you remember them even when the delirium wears off.
He pounds into you.
You’re no longer smiling.
Takes the vibrator again. Provokes you, just because he can’t help it, by turning up the intensity and letting it only float above your clit, never letting it touch you. He’s not fast as he fucks you. On the contrary, his thrusts are hard.
Merciless.
He feels evil when he removes the toy completely, makes sure you watch, and presses it down into the softness between bunny’s legs. He turns your head back to face him and he mimics your moans, scrunches his features in pleasure, giving life to the plushie—acting for her.
But his meanness makes you come and you fall apart in his hands. He feels bad, terribly bad for you, and the feeling begins to consume his insides—so much that he gives you the pleasure he denied you mid climax. He presses the toy against your clit and—
You’re gone.
Your stream of pleasure forces him out of you and it makes him moan loudly. It makes him moan when he rubs the vibrator all over your absolutely drenched cunt and you just keep coming. And it makes him moan when you beg him to keep fucking you.
Who is he to say no to you?
“You just want it bad, don’t you?”
You nod against his head. Gone, gone, gone. He follows you into that rabbit hole, pounding you rough and fast this time, keeping you caged against him, fingers back in an intricate interlock. You smother him with your femininity and Jungkook is perpetually at wonder how you manage to do that, how you manage to never have enough. It makes him lose his fucking mind, lose everything—lose his identity. He just blurs into you. The stars in his chest pour like liquid into your ribcage. He feels them quivering when he touches your breasts all over. Wonders if you’ll come again for him.
“Pussy molded just for me, hm, isn’t it?” he breathes. Hot, sweaty, on the brink of insanity. White flashes. Balls tight. Dizziness stealing his senses. “Good little pussy, always wanting more.”
The air grows dense.
“Mine,” he growls, voice strained—so close, so fucking close. “My pussy. Mine to fuck. Mine to eat. Mine to love—”
His gut tenses. Flames burn it hot. Time stops. Knuckles turn ivory in the feverish grip of your fingers upon bunny’s tummy; your walls, too, splattered in magnificent white. Jungkook fucks his cum into you, once, twice, for the last time—pumping you full. Giving you all that he has.
He falls limp against his pillows. The toy buzzes on upon the comforter, long abandoned.
His exhaustion doesn’t let him open his eyes. Not when his eyes sting with tears once more, not even when your warmth leaves his manhood. He knows you didn’t come this time around, however he doesn’t have the strength to fix it. His vigor oozed out of him and nestled within you—like his control, like his love, like his cum.
He will make it up to you tomorrow morning.
Now he needs sleep. He needs the tears to halt their hurting by leaking out of the inner corners of his eyes. Would prefer if you weren’t the witness to it because with his vigor departing, his vulnerability heightened. He’s ashamed of the sea of his feelings, but there’s nothing he can do to change that. He just loves you.
He’s so happy that he’s yours and he fucked you so good and—
“You tired, baby?”
You sound just like him.
Jungkook suppresses his sob, swallows it right down.
“I’m spent.” Too emotional. “Too spent to wash up.”
He feels a kiss on his nose, the comforter lifting, small warm hands on his body as he’s being tucked into his bed. Jungkook lies on his side. Feels too lonely. As if you had insight into his soul, you settle into the spaces of his form that you know are there for you to hide in.
With a barrier in between.
You push bunny’s back against his chest. Click the lamp off.
In the darkness, Jungkook allows his lungs to expand in their silent weeping. Finds bunny, finds your arm. Moves you closer until the plushie serves like a heart in the middle of your bodies. Fingers petting your hair, he allows another thing—
“I love you.”
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Yandere Miguel and Hobie with a gn darling who's always sleepy
Warnings: yandere behavior
A/N: I'm the person who takes naps all the fucking time so I wanted to write these cuties. Hope you enjoy <33
Miguel O’Hara:
At first, Miguel would be really worried. Why do you sleep so much? Do you have a condition he’s not told about? Is it possible you’re sick? Though, when learning this is you, he calms down a bit and tries to make your sleeping patterns closer to his.
He’s sleep-deprived. Once coming home, smelling home, and finding your sleeping body waiting for him – he smiles, before taking off his clothes and getting in beside you, cuddling you close to his chest as he peppers your face with many kisses.
Miguel on one hand is happy you don’t seek out anyone’s attention, making his possessiveness more prominent; he can hold you as long as he’d like. But, on the other side, is worried and frustrated at how ‘lazy’ you are.
This usually results in him yelling at you. But, his anger isn’t directed at you, more so at your unhealthy sleeping patterns. With this said, he likely will wake you up before leaving the house – often bringing you to HQ to sleep in his arms or keep you awake by ordering you to do simple things.
He’s constantly looking for you. Looking under every nook and cranny to make sure you’re sleeping comfortably. And if he needs to, he’ll carry you in his arms while he works; something he wouldn’t appreciate, but isn’t going to deny if someone asks.
Will definitely carry a blanket around and always has a bottle of water (or tea!) for you to drink when waking up. He kisses your forehead, asking if you slept well.
Hobie Brown:
Isn’t bothered or worried. Rather neutral about it. Though, Hobie does find it endearing – rather cute that you'll fall asleep anywhere, especially on the floor.
He loves to watch your sleeping position, smiling to himself at how lucky he is. But, that doesn’t stop his mischievous acts. You’ll wake up with multiple drawings on your face, specifically a mustache.
Jokingly calls you his ‘sleeping beauty’, that is, until it actually becomes your name.
Uses your sleepiness to keep you home more. Want to watch a movie together? Within 20 minutes, you’re falling asleep on his shoulder and Hobie ‘accidentally’ texts your friends to cancel your meetup. When waking, you don’t remember it sending that text? Maybe you were too tired! His suggestion is to always sleep more, it wouldn’t hurt, right?
Will gladly carry you if he sees you wobbling or yawning too much. He loves to hold you, so getting to carry you in a bridal style or piggyback ride is really fun. Plus, he likes to see if you’ll wake up if he decides to swing around whilst holding you.
Not one to carry a blanket around, but will offer you his jacket. Teases you to not drool on it, but in reality, he doesn’t mind it.
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It's been a while I know 💀
I just have something in my head and can't get my head out of it. Just hear me out- 😭
Spider!Reader being Miles', Gwen's and Mayday's work-mom (basically their mom at work). Reader just loves kids (haha can't relate 💀) and is a natural mother.
Miguel realizes that he wants needs to put a baby in Reader asap. (Breeding kink basically)
- Solecito (aka. Spanish anon 🇪🇸)
Me coming right back to life from how GOOD this ask is... Holy shit you put me in a mood 🥲
Motherly Instinct.
A Miguel O’hara drabble ; MDNI, NSFW under the cut!
Summary: What Solecito said, except I took the creative liberty to ensure reader speaks Spanish and also Mayday kind of has MJ (/other variations of her) so I’m going to add Pav and Hobie!!! Also reader isn’t necessarily a spider-person but def in the medical part of the spider society, so you go ahead with your little imagination <3
R/N: this put me in such a mood I need to find more fics like this smh and extra note, I feel you Solecito, I HATE TODDLERS!!!! babies are fine, so are teens, but TODDLERS??? TODDLERS???? my patience is thin... But I personally would like kids and especially with Miguel O’hara...
Warnings: NSFW under cut!!!! Obviously breeding kink warnings, mating press ig, Miguel physically cannot get his hands off reader...
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You’ve been in the society for quite a while now. From Miguel’s start to the shablam with Miles and the final acceptance of the boy into the society, even if Miguel was a bit sour about it...
Either way, it’s been long enough so that Miguel put a ring on that finger...
For the time being, your husband hasn’t had time to discuss babies, which is something that you’ve been thinking about, and subtly (not) been bringing up. He promises that someday in the future.
Well, someday is still too far away.
You’ve been at least calming your raging baby fever by talking with the younger spiders and doing your best to take care of their occasional reckless behavior...
“Hey! Heyyy!!! I told you I was fine!” Gwen puffed as she was bandaged up from the shards of glass due to her impromptu landing, Hobie just chuckled— probably his idea...— more than anything to land that way.
“Oi, “ma’...” do me a favo’ ’n check on my ’vitr, thanks, luv.” he mused, he seemed unfazed, despite the wraps tied around his wrists and arms.
“Will do, Hobie...” you smiled warmly, nodding at the younger spider, while Miles nervously fidgeted. “Miles...” you began before you gently patted his arm, “It’s okay, don’t worry.” you smiled reassuringly, trying to soothe his nerves— seeing Gwen and Pavitr get hurt like that, definitely must have altered the nerves in the young man.
“I know... I just... I guess I’m nervous. I would talk it out with mí mamí, but I guess I just... Well. It’s nice talking to you, not lie a replacement, but... Like a supplement? Wait... No that sounds wrong...” he mumbled— which got him out of that loop.
“You sound like a gym bro...” Pavitr finally giggled. Hobie let out a small sigh of relief and chuckled.
“Swolemates, huh?” Hobie chuckled, you rolled your eyes and smiled at them, the little group of preteens filled the room with easy chatter.
You smiled and nodded at them, unaware of Miguel’s gaze from the sight of the cameras that filled the screens of his monitoring.
Honestly, Miguel wasn’t paying much attention, until Lyla’s alarming noises went off.
“What the shock, Lyla?!”
The snarky hologram just smirked, “Oh nothing.”
“I just wanted to show you this!” she chirped with a smile.
He just rolled his eyes for a while— until the screen lit up with your face and the chit-chats with the younger spiders.
Mom? Ma?
Fuck.
He was so down bad.
Embarrassing, really, wasn’t it?
Either way, Miguel just stood and grumbled.
“Lyla. Shock. Call her in.”
“C’monn...”
“Shut the shock up and call her in!”
“C’mon! C’mon!”
“Please, can you just shocking—”
“Yeah, I already called her.” Lyla smirked as Miguel grumbled and swatted her off.
“Boss got you on track, huh ma?” Hobie smirked as you smiled nervously and swatted him off.
“I bet it’s not important...” you mused before Lyla interrupted.
“It’s very important!!!”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure everything is okay? Maybe it’s important— but in a good way?” Gwen offered with a small smile and tilted her head quietly.
“Don’t be that way,” Miles muttered, but he shuddered, perhaps he was getting the PTSD that Miguel put him through.
“You are all such pessimists! The passion is palpable, how can you concentrate when our big bad boss is in loooove?” Pavitr quickly shot back in absolute delight.
You shooed them off with a smile before retreating to Miguel’s... Lair. If you could call it that. Office? Same thing.
You walked off quickly, and entered his office. If you could call it that.
Miguel watched you sternly and crossed his arms as he stalked over your smaller form
“Hola, Miguelito!”
“Ay. You’re finally here.” he grumbled, putting his large hand on the top of your head, pushing back stray locks of hair to kiss your forehead.
You smiled warmly, unaware of the daunting gaze he held on you.
“I have to ask something of you.” he mumbled as he lightly peppered your face in kisses, “És muy importante...”*
“Lo que tú quieras...”*
He stared down for a moment.
“Quiero un bebé.”*
Oh.
Oh.
You stared up at him nervously, your face flushed as your hands twittered together, and you gazed nervously up at him, “Oh?”
“Shock.” he hissed and held your chin as his kisses became more passionate, “Wanna get you pregnant, I want to give you a little baby. A little baby that looks like you, shock. You would make such a good mommy. Cuidando chamacos qué ni son tuyos... Y lo hacés tan bién...”*
Your breath hitched but you smiled up at him, “Me gustaría tener un bebé contigo...”*
The bed screeched underneath the brutal pace Miguel was going at, how many hours had it been?
Fuck.
Your clammy hands pulling at the sheets and the hiccups and tears that left your eyes as he pounded over and over again.
His tip prodding at your abused cervix, the harsh little veins scratching at your sweetest spots, and the scruffiness of his happy trail scratching at your little pearl of nerves.
God knows how many orgasms you had, your ankles over his shoulders as he bent you in half had your squelching cunt shaking and twitching as tears left your eyes at rapid paces.
“Dios. Ay! Miguel, por favor—Sisisi— ay! Ahí! Ahí!”* you begged in tears, both of you reduced to mingled Spanish as he gruffed and grunted.
“Te voy a llenar otraves, así te gusta. Sí. Tómalo todo. No dejes qué sé salga nada. Te voy a llenar de bebés. Te voy a dejar redonda y hinchada, hasta qué quedes bién embarazada y tengas mí bebé. Hasta qué grites de tan sensible y débil qué estés...”* he hissed back and kissed you with a stronger passion.
He was relentless with his pace as his fingers worked your nipples and he mused something about getting to drink from your swollen boobs, and getting to dress you in maternity clothes— how he couldn’t wait to watch it work wonders on your body. And how well he would take care of you with his baby. How his spoiled little wife would get nothing but the best, and have her with the most beautiful baby imaginable.
No mercy was bestowed on your poor body and less so that night. Your poor cunt was seeping his essence, and every time that a single drop leaked, he gave you another round until you passed out, only to fall asleep to his gentle praises and his gentle caresses.
Because he wouldn’t have it any other way; you would make the perfect mommy, and god was he lucky, that ring on your finger was absolutely perfect...
But what would make this more perfect? A little baby in your arms.
Surely, as soon as the baby was here, it wouldn’t be very long until he wanted another.
♡
Translations:
It’s very important...
Whatever you want.
I want a baby.
Taking care of rascals that aren’t even yours... And you do it so well...
I would like to have a baby with you...
There, there!
I’m going to fill you up again. That’s how you like it. Yes. Take it all. Don’t let anything spill out. I’m going to fill you with babies. I’m going to leave you round and swollen. Until you’re pregnant and you have my baby. Until you scream from how sensitive and weak you are...
#atsv miguel#miguel spiderman#miguel o'hara#miguel spiderverse#miguel x reader#miguel smut#miguel o'hara smut#dom miguel o’hara#dom!miguel o’hara
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hello! Could you make a hobie brownxfemvirginreader? That it’s her first time and she is kinda scared but hobie tries to calm her? If it’s a okay to you!^^
First ask YIPPIEEE!! and yes i can ♥︎
Heads up! Hobie calls reader Doll, Sweetheart and Baby. Reader calls Hobie 'Bee' once or twice. Use of the pull out method (actual protection is adviced)
You're not sure how you ended up in this.. situation. It was supposed to be a casual sleepover with your boyfriend, yet it feels like anything but casual when hes caressing your face like this, kissing you slowly, his tongue cautious yet seeking entrance.
The tickle of his cool lip ring against your warm skin and his hand sliding down makes you gasp, Hobie takes it as an opportunity to glide his tongue against yours, making you let out the quietest whine. And the warmth pooling between your thighs cant be ignored anymore.. you shuffle uncomfortably, signaling Hobie to check on you.
"Y'alright?" He murmurs against your mouth, his hand ghosting over your torso, right underneath your breast. "Yeah.. yeah, its just.. alot." You admit, sure you've kissed other people before, but it was never really more than that. with Hobie it feels different, hes so gentle, patient, pouring love and care into each movement. He looks you over, reading you like a book, he always does. "You're a virgin?" He asks, the bluntness making you shoot up, searching his features for any disgust or even boredom, but all you find is kindness and genuine curiosity.
"Yes." You nod, looking down to avoid his gaze, but ofcourse you can still fucking feel it, feel him.
"We can stop if you wanna..-" he starts but you shake your head. "No, i want it.. I want you." You admit, fidgeting with a seam on his t-shirt.
"Okay," hobie climbs over, now hovering above you, he saids "we'll take it slow, yeah?" He kisses you, once, twice. "I'll take care of you." He affirms you with his hand back on your cheek, his thumb caressing back and forth. He kisses you again, and you return it with fervour.
Minutes pass like seconds and suddenly you're laying back, with Hobie between your legs, kissing and nipping at the plush of your thighs while rubbing your pussy through your underwear, slow, slow circles around your clit, making you tense every time he rubs it just right.
"'Bee.." you pant, looking down at him with need. He meets your gaze with his own teasing one, not once stopping the movement over your clothed clit, making you struggle to find the words. "Please," you whine. "Quit fucking around." You giggle, making Hobie chuckle.
"Can't help myself, doll.." he shrugs. "You're so" kiss "kissable." Kiss
You let out a breathy giggle, sinking into the cushions with a faint smile. And thats when Hobie decides hes done "fucking around". He sits up and pulls down your underwear, the cool air hitting your wetness makes you shiver and close your legs. Hobie opens them again. you look down at what he doing, and thats when you see it.. his cock straining against his jeans, rock hard, begging for attention.
He leans back and palms himself, letting out a weak groan as his head falls back. You feel yourself clench at the sight. Hobie begins undoing his belt, making quick work of the button and zipper, he pulls his pants down along with his briefs.
You gasps as his cock springs up and hits his stomach, it swaying slightly as he takes his pants all the way off. He climbs on top of you, grabbing his dick and sliding the dark pink head between your wet folds, he looks up at you. "You're okay with this, yeah?" You nod. "Yeah." He kisses your forehead, slowly pushing inside, filling you up inch by inch.
"Ahh.. fuck." You breathe, the words coming out in a whisper. Hes not even all the way in when his tip nudges your cervix. He pulls out halfway only to thrust back inside, making you both gasp. You hold onto him as he finds a rythmn, grabbing at his back and torso desparately. "Takin' it so well, doll." He purrs. "You feel good?" He asks, caressing your thigh, gently draging his fingers over the marks he left there. "Mhm.. shit!" Your eyes squeeze shut as Hobies thrusts quicken.
He grabs your hands, holding them by either side of your head as he comes closer, your noses touch as you pant against eachothers mouths. He kisses you sloppily, dragging his tongue against yours. You muster up some courage and begin to suck on his slippery muscle, ripping a guttural groan out of him, he squeezes your hands as he slams into your g-spot, making you let go of his tongue with a loud moan. "Shit, baby.. you're doin' so good, so good f'me." He grunts, readjusting himself so he'll hit your g-spot with each thrust. This new angle has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Your throats getting dry from all the heavy panting. You let out another broken moan, already feeling yourself getting close. "Hobie!!" You shriek. "I know, sweetheart.. shit- me too.." he grunts, letting go of one of your hands, he leans back and spits, letting his saliva dribble onto your cunt. He starts rubbing circles on your clit, that combined with him slamming into your g-spot over and over again being what eventually tips you over the edge, you begin pulsating around him, grabbing onto his arm for support and squeezing his other hand. "H-Hobie, m'so close! M'so fucking close!" You slur your words, digging your nails into his bicep. "Yeah? Cum on my cock, Baby." Hobie whines as you tighten around him, choking his dick.
Your legs shake as your orgasm takes over full force, you let out wheezy moans and broken whimpers and all you see is white for a solid 15 seconds.
Hobies thrusts lose their rythmn as he comes closer and closer to release, his hips stuttering as he tries VERY hard not to cum, wanting to let you ride out your orgasm before he pulls out. His movement on your clit slows and eventually stops as you start getting overstimulated. He pulls out gently before jacking himself off frantically over your stomach, cumming with a low groan.
He bucks into his hand, thick spurts of white cum hitting your warm skin. His head falls back as he comes down from his high, still panting heavily.
He crouches back down and pets your hair. "Y'alright?" He mumbles before kissing your cheek. "Yeah.. thank you, 'Bee." You hum, a stupid grin on your face as he keeps kissing you all over, whispering praises in your ear.
Being my first writing (this long, anyway) i hope this was alright :')
#hobie brown smut#hobie brown fluff#hobie brown x reader#spiderpunk x reader#spider punk smut#smut#hobie brown across the spiderverse#hobie brown atsv#fanfic
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No Kisses
Pairing: hobie brown x fem black reader
Summary: Hobie forgot to kiss you before leaving. You decide to mess with him
A/n: I'm still figuring out how to use British slang so if anyone has tips I'll gladly take them
Being Spider-Man was a huge responsibility, even for someone as allergic to responsibility and consistency as Hobie. Of course, he was devoted to his city and the cause, but you never knew that devotion could surpass you.
Honestly, you weren't mad that Hobie forgot to kiss you before swinging out of the window, but it would have been fun to act like you were. He left around noon, and it was eleven at night when he returned. In the living room, you laid on the couch snuggled in a blanket and rewatching one of your favorite shows. Hobie knew where to look first when you weren't in the bedroom. Already unmasked, he went to join you on the couch. However, when he greeted you and patted your thighs for you to move your legs, you didn't budge. You kept your eyes straight ahead at the TV screen.
Hobie's brows furrowed in confusion as he waved his hand in front of your face, "baby?" He called.
An annoyed sigh came from you as you moved Hobie's hand from your view. He knew that face. The tight lips, slightly squinted eyes, and a small scrunch of your nose. You were irritated. Normally, Hobie would've thought you looked adorable in your little mood, but it was obvious you were irritated with him.
"I do somethin' wrong, babe?" He asked with a tilt of his head.
Finally, you looked at him, but it was only a quick glance before your attention was redirected at the TV. Your look made Hobie wince as his fist thumped lightly on his forehead.
"Ah, shit, what'd I do?" He mentally recounted his entire day.
After coming up with nothing, Hobie crouched next to you and placed his hand on the free couch space in front of you.
"Look at me, baby?"
Adding a slight pout for good measure, you stood your ground as Hobie tried to get your attention again.
"Babe, please." he called, but you remained a statue.
Unfortunately for you, however, Hobie knew a sure fire way to grab your attention. By this point he had caught on that you were pretending. He's seen you when you were mad at him, and you had a habit of not staying around him until you calmed down. Besides, the two of you normally had very good communication. You gave him no choice; if you wanted to play, the gloves were coming off.
Hobie lowered his voice. "Peng ting."
The statue blinked at that stupid phrase. Hobie didn't just throw that phrase around with you; it only came from the deepest part of his heart. It was like a second name he had given you. You relaxed your face without even noticing, but a smile spread across Hobie's.
"There you are." His voice was honeyed as he tapped a finger underneath your chin, inching closer.
You tried to resist, moving your face as Hobie continued to tickle the underside of your chin.
A quiet laugh came from you as you finally spoke. "Stop."
As a smile stretched across your face, Hobie felt warmth spread throughout his body.
"Nah, I thought you were having a laugh wit’ me, babe; thought you were mad at me?"
"I am!" Taking your hand from under your blanket, you playfully pushed away Hobie's face
Before you could draw it back, Hobie grabbed your hand and ran his thumb across your knuckles. Now on his knees, Hobie leaned in closer to you.
"Right." Hobie went to kiss you, but before your lips could connect you sat up, taking your hand back and folding your arms over your chest.
As you stared down at Hobie, he curiously stared back while resting himself in your lap.
"So, I can't kiss you, is that it?" He asked.
With a small eye roll, you turned away. This was really the performance of your life.
"It's crazy you wanna give me an 'I'm home' kiss but not an 'I'm leaving' one."
Hobie's head tilted, resting on his arm as his eyes searched around in thought. He looked up at you again.
"I didn't kiss you before I left?" He asked
As a reply, you simply glanced at Hobie before leaning fully into the couch with a light sigh. A small laugh came from Hobie as he began to stand before sitting down next to you.
“My bad, baby, I’m sorry,” He leaned into you, his eyes gazing over the features of your face. “But I can make it up, can’t I?”
When you turned back, you were met with a hungry smile on Hobie’s face that caused a small smirk to form on your lips.
“I don’t know.” You shrugged.
Hobie couldn’t stand you playing hard to get like this; he wanted nothing more than to kiss your lips, your cheeks, and nose thousands of times. Why did you have to act so cruel?
“Why you gotta act mad with me, baby?” Hobie started poking at you, but you wouldn’t give in.
You cocked an eyebrow as you glared at him, “Acting,” you turned away again. “Nah, I thought you loved me.”
Suddenly, you felt two of Hobie’s fingers turning your head one last time to meet his gaze, and his face was dead serious.
“Aye, don’t play like that, baby,” He said. “You know I love you.”
A smile spread across your face as you felt his touch on your cheek, “Do I?” you asked.
From your dark eyes to your gorgeous lips, Hobie’s eyes traveled. His entire hand cupped the side of your face, his thumb stroking across your skin.
His voice could barely rise above a whisper, “Yeah,” he said before leaning in to place a deep kiss on your lips. “Yeah, you do.”
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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 || 𝐌.𝐎
pairing || miguel o'hara x venom!fem!reader
summary || Miguel is cold, bossy and grumpy. You on the other hand are warm, considerate and sunshine. The two of you couldn't be more different, but that’s exactly why you were made for each other
warnings || no smut, just fluff! I wanted smut but then didn't have the motivation for it so here it is. ngl I kinda hate it, but I'll let you be the judge of that
note || this does not fully follow the story line of the movie - none of my fics do, just wanted to put that out there. This is for all my girls who want to be a sunshine but are not and of course for our sunshines! who are too cute too walk this earth. Also someone please tell me they have the same problem that they just don' wanna disappoint anyone. please reblog/comment and give feedback!
legend || ven aquí, cariño. ¿Por qué estás llorando? = ?come here, darling. Why are you crying?; ten cuidado cariño = be careful honey; mi amor = my love
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Saving a universe was nothing new to you, only the Spider-Man you just met was. Miles Morales, a young boy who wore a black and red suit and was amazed by the people he just met.
It seemed he already knew Gwen, but Hobie and Pavitr were yet unknown to him as were you. For a while you just observed them before holding out your hand for him, introducing yourself. You adored how excited he was, “he looks yummy too,” a voice in your head-butted in. “Venom, stop it!” you giggled and turned all the attention to you.
Miles tilted his head up in confusion, “who are you talking to?” he questioned looking around.
“Oh, my symbiont Venom, because of him I have this cool suit,” you gushed showing off your suit. Your whole body was covered in black, with one huge white spider on your chest and unlike most your mask only covered your eyes, making them look white.
Your hair was slicked back to prevent any loose strands from falling into your face. The rest of your hair was open with dark strands of black.
“Yeah, she got this weird thing inside ‘er,” Hobie said and pointed at you as behind you a tentacle emerged, Venom heard exactly what Spider-Punk said. As a result, he lunged at him, which Hobie could duck, “come on, mate!”
“You know better than that!” you gently scolded him with a grin as Venom retrieved himself.
Jessica interrupted the moment, telling Miles that Miguel wanted him in the HQ, with excitement you jumped up and down. “You’re gonna love it in the HQ, everyone’s so cool,” you explained and followed Jess, “he’s already waiting for you,” she whispered to you. Her words made your heartbeat faster.
You all walked through the HQ, though you had a tad more speed on you than the others, “someone’s got a pap in their step,” Venom teased you, but he was already aware of how much you loved Miguel.
“Well why wouldn’t I? I haven’t seen him in forever,” you spoke out aloud, “yesterday, you saw him yesterday,” he told you. Playfully you rolled your eyes at him, smiling to yourself at the thought of your boyfriend.
No one paid your conversation any attention, besides Miles who was still amazed how you talked with Venom.
Quickly he caught up with you, “so that thing in your head…what exactly is it?” he asked you. “Thing? I’m not a thing!” Venom got louder in your head, you chuckled at his actions.
“He’s an alien who was brought to earth, at first he wanted to kill everyone,” “still kinda do,” but now he wants to fight the bad guys,” you told Miles and ignored Venom’s comment. It wasn’t true, he was just being protective over you.
“An alien? That’s so cool, but is he like a parasite?” Oh, no. Venom hated the word ‘parasite’, “what did that little shit just say?” “Hey, calm down, he didn’t mean to be rude. Miles is just curious,” you tried to smooth Venom and excused yourself for a moment.
Miles stood back dumbfounded, processing what just happened as suddenly an arm wrapped over his shoulder, “you’ll get used to it,” Hobie shrugged.
When you were a few more steps away from them Venom’s head came from your shoulder looking as dangerous as ever. “You can’t take to heart everything that people say,” you said with a smile, “but I’m not a parasite,” he argued. You noticed him pouting to which you giggled, “don’t be sad, you’re not! Ignore it.”
Venom could be a real drama queen but enjoyed it just as much, he was just too cute when he was mad.
After he felt better you rejoined the group who now stood by Miguel’s platform, with one jump you were next to him. Miguel looked as grumpy as ever, once he saw you however his face lit up a little.
“We finished our mission successfully,” you told him with a proud smile as you came to a stop in front of him. “Mhm, I saw that…you did an amazing job mi amor,” the last part was only meant for your ears, whispered just loud enough for you to hear.
You interlocked your fingers with his and looked up at him with heart shaped eyes. Your expression held pure adoration for Miguel and his was no different.
Miguel would do everything for you - does everything for you. Because for him you were the apple of his eye, the one he got a second chance with and would never lose again.
“Miles meet Miguel O’Hara,” Gwen introduced the two, Miguel glared at them. He knew Miles already - hell he knew everyone - and wasn’t fond of the boy - okay there were like three or four people Miguel liked.
Suddenly Venom decided to make an appearance and stick his head out, moving between you and Miguel, “he called me a parasite,” internally you smacked Venom, that little drama queen. Miles jumped back once he saw what came from your shoulder, Venom did his usual scary face.
Miles caught himself and started telling Miguel how he could speak Spanish too, that he got him an Empanada. Long story short, Miguel didn’t like it and threw the Empanada across the room. From the corner of your eye, you saw Hobie snatching the Empanada which caused you to giggle lightly.
The sound made Miguel relax a little, but he was still in rage over Miles which was interrupted by Peter Parker, “go easy on him Miguel, he had a terrible teacher.”
Excitement overtook you as you saw him, “Mayday!” you shouted and jumped from the platform, “ten cuidado cariño,” Miguel called after you, concern laced in his tone. The toddler reached her hands out for you, and you gladly took her.
You walked with her back to Miguel, “hold on tight yeah?” you told her and jumped back up to Miguel.
“Oh, of course that would explain why he blows holes into the multiverse,” Miguel snapped at Peter, his words made your ears perk up. You thought you had ended the mission with success, but if there were holes then that would mean the opposite.
“I thought we were successful,” you voiced your concern to your boyfriend who looked at you. Suddenly he was at a loss of words, how could he tell you that saving the people was wrong? It tore his heart apart when he saw your disappointed expression, he decided on the only thing he could bear.
“You did, the mission you had was successful,” assured you, the answer had you confused. Was your mission different from the others?
When he spoke to you his voice turned softer, more considerate as when he talked to Miles and Peter. He didn't want to hurt your feelings hence why he couldn't tell you.
For a moment you studied him, you weren't stupid you knew something was up. The look on his face told you that saving the people was wrong, the canon had been broken. You pouted, you hated upsetting anyone, especially Miguel.
Miguel’s body language drastically changed, his once confident and intimidating posture faltered. His expression was helpless, “mi amor, please don’t pout, you did the right thing. It’s what you do,” his hand rested on your heated cheeks. You looked up at him, teary eyes and not knowing what to do.
“You don’t need to sweet talk me, we should’ve let the canon event happen and not stop it…,” you said, all of a sudden not being able to meet his eyes, instead looking down at your feet.
“Hold on, why is what she did right and I did wrong?” Miles questioned, pointing at you. He was offended, Miguel had lectured him and Gwen but you get away with it? “Shouldn’t she know better as well?” he added, taking a step forward.
Miguel turned back to the boy, face hard and a cold stare. He stood tall, posture back with a hint of possessiveness.
“It’s not the first time you blew a hole into the multiverse and you think you can just come here and act as if you didn’t do anything?” Miguel’s rage picked up with every second he looked at Miles.
The reason why he didn’t lecture you wasn’t because he loved you – though a part of him didn’t because of that – but because you went on the mission last minute. You weren’t supposed to come with them, you didn’t know what event had to happen.“Miguel, I’m sorry,” you said, trying to calm the situation, “don’t take it out on Miles,” you lifted your head to meet his eyes, hand gently touching his forearm.
Everything was wiped away the moment he heard your soft voice, felt your touch. His blood pressure calmed down, relaxing slightly when turned to meet your gaze. No, it wasn’t your fault, you shouldn’t have to apologize.
“This isn’t over, now go,” Miguel snapped at the three Spider-Man variants before giving you his full attention.
You felt guilty, maybe you shouldn’t but you did. You have been in the society almost as long as Miguel and should’ve informed yourself about the mission. Now here you were the reason Miles and Gwen got a lecture from your boyfriend while you thought the mission went well. Apparently not.
“Stop it, mi amor. I can see your thoughts running. You did nothing wrong, I could have told you what needed to be done,” his tone was soft, quiet.
Miguel laid his hands on your cheeks, thumb stroking over your temple and resting his forehead against yours. That was when he felt the first tear running along his hand, “vYou wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him as tight as you could.
“I disappointed you,” you mumbled into his chest, fingers interlocking to keep him as close as possible. He closed his eyes, his heart burned with pain.
He hated seeing you fault yourself for something that wasn’t your fault. You also didn’t disappoint him, it was an impossible task, “mi amor, if there is one thing you could never do is disappoint me. Yes, you broke the canon, but you didn’t know what was canon and I will not fault you for that.”
You sniffed, his words only made it partly better but his hug. Oh, his hug made everything better. Miguel O’Hara gave the best hugs in the world.
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Miguel hated eating in the cafeteria. Everything and everyone was so loud, they wanted to talk, sit next to you and make their "funny" jokes.
You loved eating in the cafeteria. Everyone would tell their stories of whom they fought or just something funny.
If it weren't for you, Miguel wouldn't set a foot in there but you liked eating there so here he was. Sitting with you on one of the tables, as far away from everyone as possible.
He had his usual grumpy expression on while you told him about the cows you so the other day. Occasionally slipping Venom some of your french fries. The story of how you feed them warmed his heart, he could listen forever – until unwanted guests came.
"Hey, sunshine," Peter B. greeted you with Mayday sitting in front of his chest. The nickname was a common one amongst the spider people.
"Miguel, my friend! See I just wanted to come and ask you some things," he enthusiastically said and sat down beside him. Mayday escaped him and crawled towards you, Venom who had one of his tentacles out started playing with her.
"So I was thinking," Peter started and Miguel already let his head hang low, "why don't we make like a little get together to celebrate-," "dios mío, no," Miguel instantly shut down the idea.
"Come on, it will be fun!" Peter continued to try and convince Miguel, but it was no use.
"It's dangerous, we have missions and we can't ignore them," Miguel shook his head and went back to eating his food. Peter pouted and looked at you for help, you didn’t immediately notice him as you were busy with Mayday.
Once you did your eyes widened, quickly it downed on you what he was asking of you. “I think it could be fun, it doesn’t have to be big and nobody has to come.”
Miguel stopped eating and looked at you with a cocked brow, his expression was one you got often when you asked him for something because of someone else. Well he couldn’t exactly say no to you.
“Mhm, can’t say no huh?” Venom said to him as he showed his face, Miguel grumbled something under his breath which no one could make out.
“Fine,” he stated and got up from his seat to leave for his office, Venom turned his head to you, knowing you’d follow him. “You’re welcome! I’m already excited and we would love to come. Oh, you know what, I'm gonna bake some cupcakes with little spiders on top, they’re gonna look so cool!” you gushed at Peter with a huge grin before skipping after Miguel.
“Miguel this is gonna be so much fun, we gotta have music and food! Maybe you could bring some decoration, like these spider garlands you can get on Halloween,” you ranted, telling him all the ideas you had.
Your eyes were filled with excitement, it made Miguel happy to see how much you enjoyed planning this. He knew it was dangerous but maybe for one little moment it could be okay.
“Stop frowning,” you commented and nudged your hip against him, in response he rolled his eyes sitting down in his chair. Slightly offended, you gasped, “did you just roll your eyes at me.” Miguel chuckled and pulled you into his lap
“Don’t act as you never roll your eyes at me,” he argued to which you gave a huff, “I do not!”
His hands traveled along your waist, head leaning into the crook of your neck, “mhm, I seem to remember how your eyes roll when I have you filled to the brim with my cock,” his words made you shiver and cheeks heat up.
You whined when you felt his lips kiss along your neck, “Miggy,” he was teasing you. Arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close.
“How about we recreate that, mhm mi amor?” His voice was deep, filled with lust and you could feel his hardness pressing against your ass. Your panties were already drenched, thighs pressing together.
“Yup, that’s my que to leave.”
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Fa(i)lling (JJK.)
synopsis. He’s so embarrassing, pathetic, super bad at lying and hopelessly in love with you.
pairing: secret soft yandere simp!jungkook x barista!reader.
warnings. Soft yandere, fluff, manipulation, obsession, lying, mentions of stalking, he’s such a pathetic fool in love 😭, fluffy fluffy fluffy!!
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part two of CRUSH.
Jungkook doesn’t like you.
And maybe the why his heart is pounding so abnormally fast is because he just wants to get over with this, he’s trying to convince himself; that,
That’s the reason why he is feeling all of these sickly feelings in his stomach.
But he knows in his heart, that’s not the reason.
The reason is you.
You, you who he wants to hate so bad.
But too bad that he’s so obsessed with you.
Jungkook taps his feet on the marble floor, his fingers bounce on the black table as he waits for you to come.
God, he’s so pathetic.
Why is he like this? And the biggest problem was? He needed to think of an excuse.
He obviously couldn’t tell you that he was here stalking— no, he wasn’t stalking you! He was just…. watching you,
No, that sounds even more creepy.
He is chewing on his lower lip, he’s biting on the meat so hard that it feels painful, “Jungkook?” He almost feels startled by your voice.
But the man immediately fixes his posture and clears his throat. You give him a sweet look as you sit down infront of him, the coffee’s in your hand.
Jungkook can’t help but wonder what you like? What if you guys have similar tastes? That would be nice— no, he stops his thoughts from getting ahead.
He should stop being so delusional.
Stop thinking, idiot.
“So here’s your coffee…” you begin the conversation, he notices the cold brew as you pass it to him, his cheeks tighten when he realises that it’s the same for the both of you,
And he likes it too. He can feel he’s blushing, your eyes are looking at him, you can sense his flustered state, just by his expressions.
Shit, I’m so fucking embarrassing!
Jungkook wants to drown in the ocean. He’s sure he’s having heart eyes like in the cartoons.
“I hope you’ll like it, what did you want to talk about?” You cross your hands, he sighs, he can’t bring himself to calm down, its like his body is on fire.
Why do you make him feel so helpless?
“U-Um..” he avoids your e/c eyes, he hates your eyes, so much, they’re so hypnotic,
and he can’t afford to speak the truth so he needs so focus.
“Can you..” he’s thinking so hard about it, Jungkook is the biggest idiot in the world, if only he could slap himself.
He can’t come up with anything that sounds believable.
Well it’s too late, now or never.
“Can you tutor me?”
You almost choke, he closes his eyes so you don’t sense the nervousness, “i-it’s just that I really can’t stand physics… I fuckin’ hate it.” He almost doesn’t stutter.
He is getting good at this.
“Because I’m almost failing it.”
He wants to see you often, more.
“Look yn you can’t refuse!”
“Ex-Excuse me?”
“Be my teacher I mean! J-Just agree already please!” Jungkook’s eyes are now open and wide, his tone is borderline desperate but yet he sounds so demanding.
Way to go jungkook! He thinks to himself. He leans closer to the table, “please?”
“U-Um okay, I guess?” You reply, you’re so confused. “But I can’t give you much of my time.”
He’s confused too, but he doesn’t regret his lie.
“What do you mean?”
“… I tutor a guy in my calculus class so… we need to discus and adjust on the timings.”
Jungkook’s jaw is clenching, he feels his skin itch at that, he needs your time only on him.
Fuck that dude.
“But I need you- i-i mean your attention- tutoring wise more!” He argues. “I think I’m failing calculus too!”
Another lie. What the fuck is wrong with me.
“Please agree yn… I’ll pay you double! I need you-your time! Ditch that guy!”
He’s so fucking pathetic.
“Umm… Jungkook okay?” You nod, seemingly in deep thoughts.
He finally sighs in relief and takes a sip of his coffee, it’s hard for him to contain his growing smirk but he can’t let you find him weird.
“Thank you! So… you like whip cream on your brew?”
He’s so dumb.
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Can you write a small thing of the reader(Gn! Reader please) finding out Hobie is Spiderpunk? I just really wanna see what you think would happen honestly.
It's a-okay if you don't! Thank you!
Thank you for requesting l! 😘
Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, a dash of hurt/comfort, Fluff.
Wrote this as a sequel to this fic
A/N: a sequel to my first ever fic? I have come full circle 🤣
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You pace back and forth in your shared flat, the floors seem to leave indents of your foot falls from how much you're walking around. Your mind fails to wrap around the fact that Hobie and Spider-Man are one and the same. The familiar embrace and sturdy chest you fell on proves it. But you wouldn't know if your deduction is correct if you don't ask him yourself.
Not knowing how to react, you chew your bottom lip, your nose still aching from the impact. So you wait for him to finally get home, with the sound of keys rattling outside your doors, heart thumping loudly, you sit on the settee to calm your nerves.
Hobie doesn't waste time to come look for you nor take off his boots at the door, he speed walks over to you in a hurry after finding you sitting forlorn on the couch. Your eyes meet his, he immediately crouches in front of you, wrapping his arms around your torso, hiding you from the world. His palm guides your head over the crook of his neck, placing a weighted kiss over your temple; wishing, hoping the pain you feel will subside.
"Came as soon as I saw your message, 'm sorry. Are you alright?" He traces your spine with his hand, comforting and calming your lingering adrenaline. You feel the bandage over his hand through your thin shirt.
"Hobie?" You ask in a small voice.
"Yeah, love?"
You get to the point, there's no point in dilly dallying "Are you Spider-Man?"
His reaction wasn't what you expected, Hobie chuckles deeply like you just told him an inside joke only you two could know. You pull away slightly, hands still holding him, anchoring you.
"Figured me out, huh?" Hobie brushes his knuckles atop your cheeks, careful of your injured nose. "Knew you would notice"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Tears threaten to spill over. A hundred questions fly past your mind, insecurity filling you.
He reads you like an open book, "I trust you with my life, hey" Hobie wipes a stray tear, you sniff, paying attention to every word. "Didn't want you to get hurt because of me, someone might get wind of you, and I wouldn't know what I would do if something did happen to you. That's why I kept it from you, 'm sorry" your shoulders relax, sighing in understanding.
Hobie takes your hands in his, you feel the scratchy cloth over his palm. You rub your thumb over it softly, reassuringly.
"You saved me, twice." Your eyes trail over the bandages. "Thank you" you finally look up at him, eyes soft, leaning over to peck his forehead. You hope your love permeates through the kiss.
He sighs, eyes closed in content. You lean back to Hobie's dismay. "I won't stop you from being Spider-Man, just be careful. Come home in one piece?" You smile at him, in return Hobie kisses your knuckles, each kiss longer than the last.
"For you, I will" He gently guides you over with his hand on the back of your neck, meeting your lips for a proper kiss. You move in tandem, hand squeezing his.
Needing air back in your lungs, you pull away, eyes twinkling. "Can't believe my boyfriend and crush are one and the same, is that why you were never jealous whenever I gush about Spiderman?"
"You were inadvertently feeding my ego."
You laugh, placing your forehead against his in affection.
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Stay Alive (12)
BTS poly!ot7 x Reader
Magical Creatures AU
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Warnings: None
A/N NOT BETA READ (I did try the best to my ability) As normally! I love all your expressions over the whole chapter. Keep them coming! I love you guys!
Namjoon had settled you in the park area to give you space from everyone else. Your panicked state had affected some of the other patients so the large man thought it best to keep you away from everyone. However he had been called to go somewhere else, which prompted him to ask Taehyung to watch over you.
The boy looked around for you, shuffling over so as to not startle you. He tried to act the same way his brothers would with him when he was upset or uneasy. So he wanted to try his best at keeping you from getting even more upset.
“Everything okay?” He asked you softly, taking a seat next to you on the bench. He sat a few inches away, trying to avoid you. He wanted to gauge out the reaction you would have to him coddling you. Baby steps, as Hobi would tell him.
“Yeah,” You quietly told him, trying your best to give him a small smile. “I'm just worried about Jungkook.”
“He's okay.” The boy grinned. “I promise you.”
You seemed to calm down some when you turned to see Taehyung’s boxy grin. It looked so adorable on him that it made you smile just watching it. You giggled quietly. “Okay. I believe you, Tae.”
As the boy grew closer to you, wanting to place his arms around your shoulders a nurse called out to him. “Taehyung, it's time for your tests.” You both turned to face the nurse.
Your eyebrows furrowed as this was the second time another nurse had come in to ruin your time with the boys. The last one had come to take you away from Jungkook. While it left a bitter feeling in your chest to be separated from any of them at the moment, you knew the nurses were just doing their jobs.
“Already?” Taehyung frowned. “But I just did them.” His voice grew quiet as his shoulders dropped.
Your lips pulled into a frown as you felt a pang in your chest watching the boy look so crestfallen. Looking back over to the nurse, you noticed he had his arms crossed with a deep frown settled on his lips. He looked annoyed and it made you worry more for Taehyung.
“You did them a month ago.” The nurse rolled his eyes. “You know how these go. Don't make this harder.” He gave Taehyung a pointed look.
“But-”
“Taehyung, please go.” You softly spoke, turning to the boy. You didn’t want him to get hurt because he wasn’t doing what they asked. However, it did leave you anxious as you realized Taehyung did not like doing his tests. After being so worried for Jungkook, you suddenly become hyper aware of each of the boy's feelings.
“I'll find you afterwards, okay.” You gave him a small smile, hoping he would go along with what the nurse needed to. Hopefully the incentive would help him go through the tests without problem.
“Promise?” He asked, eyes wide as he waited for your answer.
“I promise.” He didn’t give you a smile back. Only nodded his head as he shuffled to get up. He followed after the nurse, head tucked down as he tried to look small.
Your heart began to ache as you thought about how down he looked. He seemed like a child going to get shots at the doctors. He knew it needed to be done but he still didn’t want them. You didn’t know what was wrong with Taehyung or what kinds of tests they ran, but you figured it must have been something he didn’t like to have looked the way he did.
There wasn’t much you could do, so you opted to get up and find something to occupy your time. You walked through the corridors, hoping to come across someone–preferably one of the boys. However, walking further along the hallways you sighed to yourself when none of them made an appearance. Maybe they had been watching over Jungkook.
As you were about to make your way towards the boy’s room, the door to the pool caught your attention. There was a sign on the door that read occupied which made you frown your eyebrows. You figured it must have been Jimin in the pool, however you didn’t really think much about the warning. You were a nurse after all, it was your job to watch over all of the patients.
You walked in without thinking, following along the locker room hallway and towards the pool entrance.
Your head peaked around the corner, hearing someone swim around in the water. “Jimin?” You called out. “You in here?”
There was no answer, so you moved closer to where you finally noticed Jimin swimming around alone. He seemed to be in his own world, hums falling from his lips.
“I'd rather be lost in the lights-lost in the lights.” You head tilted to the side when you realized he was singing to himself. As you got closer his lovely voice drifted into your ears once more.
“I'm outta my mind. Can you help me numb the pain?” His voice was like that of an angel that called everyone’s attention. Everything seemed to go numb as you shuffled your feet along the floor, getting closer to Jimin who had yet to notice you.
“Each night, you spin me up high. Emotions on ice.” Your head bobbed from side to side, as your mind went blank completely the more the man sang to himself.
Before you realized it, you felt yourself floating in an endless sea of darkness. You were no longer in the mortal world, you were drifting on your own in a dream-like state within your own mind.
“Let me have a taste. Give me a good ride. It's gon' be a good night.” Your feet touched the edge of the pool, dipping into the water as you made your way deeper. The man who was back under didn’t seem to notice the new presence.
“Forever, you and I. This will break me–This is gonna break me.” You continued to walk down the steps, the water soaking into your scrubs as your eyes seemed to be glazed over. While Jimin seemed to be under water, your head was still buzzing with his soothing voice.
“No, don't you wake me. I wanna stay in this dream, don't save me. Don't you try to save me. I need a way we–I need a way we can dream on.” By the time the boy had finished with his song, you were already shoulder deep in the water, continuing your way even deeper.
“Jimin!” Someone screamed, stopping the said boy from singing even more.
He turned to look at Jin jumping into the pool in a dive, finally noticing the presence of someone else. His eyes went wide as he saw your body fall over and under into the water.
“(Y/N).” He spoke up, quickly diving under to reach you at record speeds.
He was there before Jin even got the chance to pull you up. The boy hauled you up, dragging you to the edge to put you back on solid ground. Jin quickly pulled himself out of the pool, moving to hold you in his lap.
The older boy placed his head to your chest, sighing when he felt your heart still beating. However you were struggling to breathe as you had inhaled some water when Jimin broke his singing.
Jimin quickly took notice and stuck his hand onto your chest. His other went up to your mouth, pulling the water that had caught in your lungs out of your mouth. You began to cough it up, your hacking making the boys flinch as they worried for you.
When your breathing finally returned to normal, they let out a breath as you seemed to stay unconscious from the influence you had been under.
“What are you doing?” Seokjin scolded the younger boy. “You could've gotten in trouble. Do you remember what happened last time you killed a nurse?” He looked at him with worry.
“I had my sign up.” Jimin only sighed, looking away. He felt terrible for what had happened, however he knew it wasn’t his fault.
“How was she supposed to know?” Jin sighed, moving his hands to ring some of the water in your scrubs out.
As his hands came up between your shoulder blades, the man frowned when he felt a sudden electric sting touch his fingertips. Seokjin could feel the energy that radiated off whatever it was, causing him to frown. He was prone to feeling magic on occasions with how intune he was to nature, so feeling something like this come from you caused him to frown.
“What's this?” Jin asked, pulling you up to sit.
Your limp body moved along with movements, head pulled back as Jimin went to help his friend pull the neck of your scrubs down. Just under the cervical part of your spine, there was an upside down crescent moon shape with three raindrops under it. It looked like a birthmark, blending into your skin like nothing.
Jimin titled his head, eyes going wide as he looked up at his elder. “It's a spell marking.” The boy spoke astounded. He suddenly frowned as he looked back down at you. “You don't think Hobi-”
“No.” Jin immediately said. “He would've told us.” He shook his head, frowning as he tried to come up with an answer.
“Taehyung?” Jimin asked, his hand subconsciously rubbing at the mark.
“I don't think he knows how to do that yet.” Jin once again shot down Jimin’s thoughts.
Jimin looked at your face, watching as you seemed to be asleep completely. He was glad you weren’t out of it, hopeful that you would wake up soon. “What do we do?” He asked.
Jin pursed his lips before ultimately getting up. He easily picked you up in his arms, carrying you out the pool area. “We have to tell the others.”
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Finally home
💌. Summary: Hobie has been occupied with different missions and he has stayed away from you for a long time…
or
…when Hobie returns home to you.
💌. Warning: female reader, slight violence, mention of a panic attack, angst and then fluff, grammar errors. English is not my first language! I don’t know many British slangs!
It had been a long time since she had seen Hobie. Almost a week without him. He had been summoned by Miguel for a fairly complicated mission but fortunately one that he and the others could surely solve. Or so Miguel said.
But they were still not back. And Hobie was still with them. They had been gone for too long and she was starting to worry seriously.
(Y/n) knew perfectly well that the boy was able to defend himself thanks to his spider senses and powers, but that did not mean that he could not be injured.
And the worst part could have been him being injured and all alone. No one there to take care of him.
When she thought about that she only worried more, her heart started to beat faster, her anxiety increasing bit by bit, her hands getting really sweaty.
Her mind was getting dizzy, like a thick fog blurring all her thoughts and worries, and that alerted the girl more. Her not being able to being in control even of herself was only making things worse. She had to remain calm, but she couldn't when the only person chasing away all her worries was who knows where doing who knows what.
A shuddering breath left her lips, now as pale as her face. Her eyes were closed tightly, her forehead beaded with cold sweat and her chest was always moving.
Her breathing was laboured, too hurried and frantic. Her hand on her chest felt her heart beat irregularly, without precise coordination with her breathing.
Too many thoughts were piling up in her mind, too clouded by panic and anxiety to really care about them. Her eyes moved in different directions from behind her eyelids, as if she was following something invisible with her gaze covered.
Then suddenly everything ceased. The incessant noise in her ears, the tearing thoughts, the movement of her eyes behind her eyelids, the sweating, the laboured breathing, the irregular heartbeat.
Everything stopped. Her eyes remained closed and her ears perceived a different noise from the one that had reigned in the house for almost a week.
It was a very faint noise, as if something was opening in the air. Something very thin and very light, almost imperceptible.
A loud thud echoed across the floor. (Y/n)’s bare feet felt it clearly. Slowly her eyelids opened and her eyes adjusted to the atmosphere of the room.
With a staggering but light step, the girl crossed the flat until she reached the living room, which was covered in immense darkness. Not even the moonbeams could penetrate that darkness.
But her eyes, once accustomed to the atmosphere, could make out a figure. Someone was in her living room.
Her breath caught in her throat and unconsciously her trembling hand covered her mouth, to avoid attracting the stranger's attention.
Where the fuck was Hobie when he was needed?
The figure remained motionless in the centre of the living room, only a faint wheeze echoed in the room. But still no movement from it, no sound.
But even as the girl remained as still and silent as possible, the figure turned around in the darkness, initially appearing disoriented but then with slow steps began to approach the girl.
A terrified look appeared on her face. Involuntarily she took a step backwards, hitting a chair and making noise.
“I-I don’t know who you are o-or what do you w-want!” She stuttered out terrified, her hands stretched out in front of her as a form of defence.
“P-please…leave me alone!” It was becoming hard for her to breath, her heart thumping so loudly that even the sound arrived in her ears. Tears formed into her eyes.
The figure, hearing the girl's tone of voice, suddenly stopped, a deep choked sound escaped its lips but it ceased immediately.
Afterwards it coughed slightly. "’s me, love...'s me." A familiar male voice mumbled out loud enough for her to recognise the voice.
Another chocked cry left her lips, tears now rolling down her pale cheeks. The male with a groan crouched near her, his knees hitting the ground and slowly he dragged his figure closer to the female’s trembling one.
Big and warm hands gently cupped her face, his thumbs tried to dry the salty tears as best as he could.
Even if it was dark, her blurry vision caught Hobie’s appearance. His suit was ruined and ripped in certain spots. Dry blood also perfectly visible.
His face showed tiredness and fatigue, however his eyes conveyed softness, love but also slight regret. The regret of leaving her there alone for too long, making her worry.
“‘M sorry love, so so sorry. Shouldn’t have left you alone for so long.” He mumbled in caring tone, comforting her and lovingly caressing her face.
“H-Hobie…” she hiccuped, tears still rolling down her face and devastation written all over her face. She really got scared and already thought the worst.
But her lover’s touch immediately calmed her down, now her body just occasionally twitching and her breath still quite heavy.
Lazily, Hobie shook his head, his eyes manifesting all the guilt he was feeling. It was his fault if she had been alone for so long.
When Miguel recruited him and the others for a mission he thought it wasn’t going to be something so complicated. On the contrary, one of those easy mission he usually assigned to them. Because for Miguel they were just alborotadores. [troublemakers.]
A weak groan left his lips when suddenly he was met with (Y/n)’s crushing embrace, wanting to show him how much she had missed him. Even if he already knew that.
Softly Hobie pecked her head, his arms now wrapping around her smaller figure. “‘M so sorry love…I had to be quicker…” he mumbled quietly, his soul still heavy with regret.
He should have finished that damned mission faster and come home to her.
“You don’ deserve to be treated like this. Darling, you deserve more, so much more.”
The hero was expressing his deepest insecurities to her. He always thought that she only was worthy of someone who could shower her with love, not worry her constantly and always be there for her.
And Hobie knew that he couldn’t always fulfill these requests, only because he had different dimensions to take care of.
But for him, his main priority would always be (Y/n).
His train of thoughts had been interrupted by a little movement coming from the girl in his arms. She was slowly shaking her head in denial.
“…no…” she murmured lowly “…I don’t deserve anyone else…’cause you’re the only one I truly want…” her big glossy eyes were looking up at him.
“I only want to be with you ‘cause you’re the only one who can shower me with infinite love, who will always be here for me when I need and who can comfort me like a pro.”
Her voice was quite raspy but still music for his ears, and those words made his heart melt completely.
He surely didn’t deserve her.
A heartily chuckle left his lips, his face now more relaxed. “Love you s’much, love.” He murmured, pecking lovingly at her lips.
She pecked him back, a small grin on her lips. “I love you more, Hobie.”
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“Love, y’know I can tend my wounds…” Hovie hissed breathily when the cotton pad was placed on a rather big cut on his arm.
“Shut the fuck up and let me be the good and caring girlfriend I am.” (Y/n) barked back in a second, her attentive gaze never leaving the injury.
At her words, his chest trembled with a loud laugh.
“My bad. I forget you’re also ma personal nurse.” A teasing smirk was plastered on his face.
In response she simply stuck her tongue out at him.
“Then I also think I need a special treatment, right doc?”
“I’m going to hurt you more Hobie. You better shut your trap.”
The smirk widened. He leaned his face closer to her ear.
“Make me.”
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A First Kiss and a Lie
When asked, Yoongi lies about your first kiss which leads to an argument and a revelation as to why.
Kind of based on an episode of The Big Bang Theory.
“Y/N I love you and they will love you too.”, your boyfriend Yoongi said trying to calm your nerves. The two of you were standing outside the dorm heading to have dinner with the rest of the group. You were meeting them for the first time and you were pretty nervous. “I know I just really want them to like me.”, you said. He smiled and squeezed your hand before opening the door and leading you inside.
The boys instantly ran up and greeted you with hugs and asking a million questions. Jimin grabbed your hand and led you to the kitchen offering you a drink causing Yoongi to smile. He knew you’d fit right in. Dinner went smoothly and wasn’t as bad as you had thought. They continued to ask you questions trying to get to know you even though Hobi said they felt like pretty much knew you since Yoongi talked about you nonstop causing your boyfriend to groan and turn a light shade of red.
After dinner Yoongi invited you to stay and hang out. The two of you cuddled up on the couch while Jungkook and Jin played a video game and Namjoon was reading a book. Taehyung came and sat down next to the two of you with a smile on his face, “So Y/N how did you get this guy to turn into such a softy?”You chuckled at his question while Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. I think he’s secretly always been a softy at heart.”, you said before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Taehyung laughed at how Yoongi pretended to be disgusted. Yoongi’s phone started ringing and he excused himself as it was an important call he had been waiting for. Taehyung slid over closer to you, “Soooo Y/N how are things with Yoongi? I heard he’s quite the romantic these days. Even planning your first kiss at that cabin he rented for you two on your birthday.” You thought back to that trip three weeks ago, it was really nice and sweet and you had a great time but it caught your attention that Taehyung had said your first kiss was there. Your first kiss was actually at a party a few months ago.
Before you could question him Yoongi returned and shooed Taehyung away so he could take his seat next to you back. “What are you two talking about?”, he asked. “I was asking Y/N about your romantic antics like renting that cabin for your first kiss.”, Taehyung said. “Yeah Yoongi. How come you told them that you were planning our first kiss at the cabin even though we had already kissed at that party?” He shook his head, “No Y/N our first kiss was at the cabin remember? While you were showering I built a fire and lit a bunch of candles and then when you came out I played that song I wrote for you and then at the end of it I leaned in and kissed you.” With anger starting to rise you shook your head, “No it was at that party in the back yard on that bench. How do you not remember our first kiss?”
Taehyung could sense the tension and excused himself feeling guilty for causing this argument. You were glaring at Yoongi. Suddenly not feeling like being social you turned to look at him, “Can we please go home? I’m not feeling well.” Yoongi didn’t say anything. He just nodded his head. The two of you apologized for ending the evening early and said your goodbyes before making your way to his car. The ride home was silent for the most part. As you thought about Yoongi not remembering your first kiss the sadness in you bubbled up to the service and a few tears slipped out. Yoongi looked over and saw you wiping at your eyes, “Please don’t cry Y/N.”
“How can you not remember our first kiss? I thought that moment was so special. It was the moment I started to fall in love with you. And you don’t even remember it.”, you said the tears coming in full force now. He sighed, “Y/N why do we have to argue about this? Why cant we just agree that our first kiss was that night at the cabin?” Thankfully he just pulled up into the parking lot of your shared apartment and you got out of the car slamming the door behind you and stormed inside not waiting for him.
Once inside he tried to grab your hand but you pushed him off of you, “I’m going to take a shower. Maybe you should sit here and decide how much else of our relationship you want to forget.”
You set the water as hot as you could handle hoping to wash away the anger. While in the shower you started to replay everything over and over in your head and you started to feel bad. You shouldn’t have gotten so upset with him. It’s not like he lied about having a first kiss or anything. And he did work really hard to make that kiss at the cabin memorable. After your shower was finished you felt better and more relaxed. You got dressed and made your way out of the bedroom to find Yoongi and apologize. Luckily you didn’t have to look too far. You found him sitting on the couch in the dark staring out of the window. You swear you heard him sniffle when you first walked in which broke your heart.
You made your way over to him slowly so you didn’t startle him and lowered yourself down on the couch. “I’m sorry I got so upset with you. I was just hurt that you didn’t remember our first kiss.”, you said while wrapping your arms around his waist. He put his arm around you and you both sat there in silence for while. “I do remember our first kiss. It was that night at the party. We were sitting on the bench next to the flower garden. You were wearing that pink dress. You looked so pretty. I had wanted to kiss you all night but I was so scared.”, he said with a smile thinking back to that night.
“If you remember all of that then why did you lie and tell everyone our fist kiss was that night at the cabin?”, you said turning to look at him. “I hated that our first kiss was that night at the party.”, he said biting his lip. You were about to argue again but he continued, “I had just gotten in that huge fight with my brother. I was angry and crying. I smelled like whiskey and was really drunk. I mean I almost missed your mouth because I couldn’t see straight.” You both chuckled at that memory.
Yoongi grabbed your hand and held it in his, “I wanted a redo on our first kiss. That’s why I planned that whole cabin trip and tried to make it special so that it could be memorable to us for all the right reasons. I wanted to have a nice story to tell people if they asked and not just say yeah it was a drunken kiss at a party neither of us wanted to be at. I always thought maybe you’d be embarrassed to tell people that was our first kiss as you deserve better than that.”, he said shyly looking over at you.
You thought for a few moments about what he had said your heart swelling with love for him. “Okay the cabin kiss will be our first kiss. It is a really nice story.”, you said before giving him a kiss. Yoongi flashed a big gummy smile before leaning his head on your shoulder, “Thank you Y/N. I really appreciate that.” “Yeah plus I’ll get to see you get all flustered every time I tell that story and people realize you’re not cold hearted but actually a big romantic goofball.”, you said laughing as Yoongi pushed you onto the couch tickling you as revenge.
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•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes
•••> Summary: Some people don’t actually like seeing their exes upset. Do you?
•••> Pairing(s): Hoseok / Female Reader (ft. Choi Yeonjun)
•••> Word Count: 16.57k [Unedited]
•••> Rating: 18+
•••> Tags: eventual smut (in second part) | angst | ExFiancè!Hoseok | ExesToLovers!Hoseok | Boss!Hoseok | Military!Reader | Veteran!Reader
•••> Warnings: angst, cussing, mentioned gunshot wound/forced discharge due to physical handicap, alcohol use, jealousy, unrequited feelings, engagement cancellation, mild toxicity if you know how to read red flags, rejection, arguing, loss of feelings, eventual smut, You know the drill. If you don’t want to read, don’t. If you’re under 18, don’t.
Copyright © 2023 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.
PART ONE -> PART TWO
His loud guffaw is what drags your attention to him in the first place.
It isn’t his black sequin jacket; it’s not his flame orange hair; it’s not the gold ring that wraps around his pinky.
It’s his god-damned laugh.
He’s standing there with his friends, laughing at something that Jimin has just said, when you notice him.
Your ex-fiancé.
Your fingers clutch a little bit tighter around your flute of champagne as soon as you take Hoseok in. It’s been months since you’ve seen him. An awful, lonely stretch that has been a slow process to use as healing. Despite the time you’ve had, you feel your blood boil the more you stare at his irritatingly handsome face.
Because it isn’t fair. He shouldn’t be smiling all brightly like that. He shouldn’t be happy or joyful or unreservedly calm like he always was. He shouldn’t be the same old Hoseok that you grew to fall in love with at one point in your life.
Is that toxicity you sense? Some red flags in your personality? Meh. Perhaps.
“I promise that it’s not you; it’s me.”
As you stare at the way he raises his glass to his lips and tips his head back to take a sip of his own champagne, you can’t help but remember the phrase. The downpour on your car lightened to make it that much more deafening.
“It’s you?” you ask him. “How in the hell is it you? I’m the one who’s busy. I can make more time for us, Hobi.”
The man in the driver’s seat chuckles dryly and leans forward to place his forehead against the steering wheel, his black hair falling forward with the motion. “But that’s not the problem, Y/N. I don’t want you to make more time for us. You’re doing so well now and I know that you have the promotion in a few months. I can’t get in the way of that.”
You sit back in your chair and stare at him, holding his ring to your chest. It feels so heavy in your grasp that you think it could pierce through the floor of the car and drop to the wet pavement below.
“Hoseok,” Your voice is a broken whisper whilst the tears collect in your eyes, the dread of loss rearing its ugly head to gaze upon you. “You know that you mean more to me than anything I’ve ever known. I can drop everything and I- I can be better. Please,” you beg. “Please don’t do this.”
“But I don’t want to be the reason that you throw your life away. I can’t be that person that just…” He takes a breath and throws his hands up in exasperation. “… accepts others putting themselves down for me. I’m sorry. I just can’t do this anymore.”
He starts your car without waiting for your response and your desperate mind pushes you to reach out and grab onto his arm to try and stop him from running away. The rain continues to patter against the roof and windshield.
“I don’t know what you want me to do. This-” you cut yourself off for a moment and look down, searching for the words to say in the reflection of the street light on the shifter. “-it can’t end like this. Tell me what to do to make it right.”
Hoseok clutches the steering wheel tightly and shuts his eyes, exhaling with a low rumble in his chest.
“I’m not the one you should be doing things for, Y/N. You should be making decisions for yourself and doing things because you want to do them- not because I want you to.” He opens his eyes and turns his head away from you to stare out the window.
“I don’t want your world to revolve around me.”
The man you watch lowers his glass to the table that he leans on and continues to listen intently to what Taehyung has to say. You assume the younger one is going on about data and stocks with how serious the conversation became in the short span of a few moments. The smile that was on Hoseok’s face is nowhere to be seen now.
He looks a bit stern from the way he purses his lips and furrows an eyebrow. When it seems that Taehyung says something that boggles his mind, he cuts in to add his piece. He was never one to just be quiet and truly listen, you think spitefully.
“Y/N!”
Petty Officer Blake calls your name, drawing you away from the sight of your ex and back to his uniformed arm slung casually over your shoulders. The weight of his bicep presses the collar of your own uniform into the back of your neck even further and makes for a scratchy sensation that you put up with only because it’s your friend who’s close to you.
“What?” you ask, turning your head to look at him. His gelled hair has fallen into his forehead a little and begun to break uniform regulation, but you don’t bring yourself to care. The formal portion of the evening ended ten minutes ago and no one cares if a few hairs are out of place.
“I get that we’re relaxed now, but you’d kill me for not reminding you. I asked if you submitted the muster report to Ensign Trias.”
You clear your throat and speak confidently despite your inner turmoil, a skill you learned during your grueling weeks at boot camp.
“I did. She’ll be happy to know that we’re all present or accounted for.”
Blake agrees with a grin. “Yes, she will.”
With a final swig, you finish your champagne and place it on the table with thoughts of Hoseok creeping back into your skull. Why is he here?
You know the answer, though. Taehyung and Jungkook obviously invited him. Your shipmates are the reason you’d met Hoseok in the first place. Now that you’re back from your underway at your home port for the first time since early November, they obviously thought to reunite the group for the ship’s New Year’s ball.
Everyone in your group of friends left home, although it was only you, Taehyung, and Jungkook who decided to enlist to leave. The three of you met at boot camp fresh out of high school. Looking back on it, it feels like a lifetime ago.
The three of you are all chiefs now, years and years of service in the military under your belts, and you couldn’t have been happier when you found out that the both of them would be deployed on your ship for the next eight months.
On your first deployment as a young and inexperienced sailor, Taehyung was the only face you recognized amongst the sea of them aboard your ship. His friendship was what made you begin to actually enjoy the military in the first place. Long hours of watch and constant maintenance was draining, so when Taehyung invited you to go to a bar he was familiar with once you pulled into port again, you were all for it.
Hoseok was the first amongst his friends that you’d met. He lived in the local area that you were ported in and you’d instantly grown intrigued by him when you found out he was also from your hometown.
He sipped on bourbon and passionately took part in the conversation alongside Jungkook, who was completing a shore tour at the same base, while you watched him quietly. Being a naturally brave person with military confidence instilled in your psyche, you were the one to speak first when he wasn’t speaking with the others.
“What’s your rate?”
The man looks up from his glass and focuses on you with wide eyes whilst the rest of the table continues the conversation without him. He’s seemingly shocked that you’re speaking to him in the middle of their banter. After a beat of realization, he replies.
“Oh- um. I’m not in the military.”
You lean against the table your group is sitting at and place your chin onto your fist with a small smile. “You’re not? You definitely have the hair.”
He thoughtfully raises his hand up and strokes the side of his head where his fade tapers at his ear. “I’m not. I just like the style.”
“Me too,” you agree, giving him a neutrally flirtatious compliment. When he doesn’t speak again, you turn your eyes back to the center of the tables’ attention and pick up on the conversation between Taehyung, Jungkook, and their friend, Jimin.
���I told you that we were going to be home for St. Patrick’s Day. I planned ahead so that we could go to the Irish Channel and celebrate- and now you’re bailing on us?” Jimin is offended by the fact that Taehyung can’t make it to the holiday party he planned. That much is obvious by the way his eyebrows turn up in disbelief and he holds a hand to his chest.
“ ‘s not my fault,” Taehyung replies through a mouthful of fries. “Blame the powerful men who decide our fate by getting into fights with each other. Blame the system.”
Jimin sighs and puts his face into his hands. “Fucking hell.”
Jungkook grumbles to himself lowly, inaudible. With a snap of his neck, Jimin turns to him. “What?”
The younger one pipes up. “I won’t be able to make it either.”
“Fuck, guys!” Jimin exclaims. “What the hell happened to us? We used to hang out all the time!”
“Life happened, man.” Hoseok butts into the conversation and you turn to him to find that he’s staring down into his empty glass. “We grew up.”
You just stare at him in awe.
“Did you see that dude with the orange hair?” Blake leans into you to whisper the question. You don’t respond even though a quiet voice inside you bites back that Hoseok’s hair is actually flame orange, not just orange. “Someone’s definitely going to say something to him. This is a military event for fuck’s sake.”
Blake bringing up Hoseok’s presence makes the the walls of the large room feel like they’re closing in on you. Like the world is slowly becoming smaller. Blake is so unaware of the torment that you’ve suffered because of the man that’s he’s mentioned, but you can’t explain the heartbreak to him. You can’t explain the life that never was nor the dreams that were lost. Suddenly, it’s difficult for you to breathe.
The chair legs scrape against the floor as you stand from your seat. Consequently, Blake’s arm falls from around your neck and he looks up at you with questioning eyes at the abrupt action.
“Going to the bathroom. I’ll be back,” you mumble. You can’t bring yourself to be confident with the negativity that has filled your mind since you first noticed Hoseok.
“Want me to come with?”
You look at him with furrowed eyebrows when you realize what he’s just asked you and he puts his hands up in mock surrender. “Kidding! I’m kidding.”
You roll your eyes and push in your chair, readjusting your dress jacket draped over the back so that it doesn’t fall off when you let go of it.
Your steps are slow as you make your way to the corner of the room where the bathrooms are and it’s in your steps that you take the time to think about the past. Are you the one running this time? The more you ponder over your retreat from the room, the more you criticize yourself for doing the same thing that Hoseok did all that time ago.
“Hey Y/N,” A voice stops you in your path. “Ready for the new year?”
Laci.
Stiffly, you turn to face the woman and her lips are pulled into a knowing smile by the time your eyes reach her face.
Smug bitch.
The woman’s smile is patronizing as she regards you, her lengthy blue dress swaying when she leans onto one foot and places a hand on her hip. It fits her well, her curves filling it to perfection in a way that makes her model-esque lifestyle obvious. She doesn’t spend her time sweating over machinery or working out to prepare for fitness tests like you do. Instead, she diets and pays to shape her body in the way that she wants it. To your dismay, she’s utterly perfect.
On the outside.
“Hey there, Laci. You look beautiful as always.” You manage to mumble through the annoyance.
“Oh, thank you!” She smiles even wider. “Took me two hours to make everything look right. The dress is a little itchy, though.”
You try to keep your voice level with hers, a byproduct of your resentment for the woman combined with your need to appear kind. “I love the dress. It suits you.”
“You do? Hobi told me the same when he picked it out, although I don’t know if it’s really my style…”
Ouch.
You hold back the instant desire to clock her in the jaw because you are way above the notion of physically assaulting someone. Despite your handle on your emotions, you still loathe her.
Never, in any of the conversations you’ve had with her, has she missed an opportunity to rub in your face that her and Hoseok are dating. She has a knack for being able to drag your attention to something he’s bought her without saying so at first so that she can give you the time to unknowingly compliment it. It irritates the fuck out of you because she knows she does it. Laci parades her absolute prize of a boyfriend in front of you because she loves knowing that he loves her and not you.
“I see,” you quip, turning to begin leaving so that the conversation can conclude. “Regardless, you look great.”
“Thanks,” She giggles in her flattery, but there’s a touch of poison in the soft sound. “I feel so bad for you. You never get to dress up and look pretty.”
You take the hit and purse your lips at the offending remark. Frankly, you don’t feel confident dressed in anything but your uniform now. It’s second nature since you hardly find the time to be out of it these days.
“Yeah,” You breathe evenly whilst you turn away and begin stepping off. “It’s too bad.”
“Y/N?”
Your feet freeze mid-stride. Your heart skips a beat.
“It’s good to see you.”
Slowly, you turn back to face where Laci stands and immediately hold your breath at the sight before you.
And suddenly, it’s as if he just ended things with you yesterday.
Hoseok stands, his arm sliding around Laci’s waist, as she leans into his touch and presses her nose into the side of his neck with a smile. The sight alone makes you jealous- seeing him with another woman is heartbreaking- and you can’t help the acidic touch of spite beginning to taint your mind. Despite the pain the sight of him causes, you still know in your heart that that should be you.
Your heart pounds woefully for him. You miss him so fucking much and you passionately hate him simultaneously, but his attention on you makes your chest cave in under the weight of it. Meeting his eyes takes you back to the first time he looked at your own, He looks divine- just like he did before.
“Good to see you too, Hoseok.”
You hardly ever called him by his full name when you were together. The only times you did were when the two of you were talking about something serious. After your failed engagement more than three years prior, his nickname never got another chance to leave your lips.
“How’s everything?”
You close your eyes for a moment, taking a cautious breath to calm yourself before you answer his deep voice, and then open them again to find his left eyebrow taking on the ever-familiar position of concern for you.
“It’s alright.” Your voice seems to be lost somewhere in the midst of the pain that accompanies his appearance. “I’m making an announcement later on.”
“Is that so?” Hoseok smiles softly while he allows Laci to thread her fingers into his. “How late is later?”
“In about an hour. Don’t want it to get in the way of the countdown.”
You know the announcement won’t matter to him; it’s too late for him to change his mind. Him and Laci have been together far too long for him to come back to you.
The two of you broke up for a good reason- you’ll give him that. He had every right to feel the way he did because you didn’t give him the time and attention that he needed.
You regret many things in your life. No matter how much you’ve tried to live with no regrets, the blasted things always manage to creep back in and remind you of all the mistakes you’ve made throughout the years. The wrong decision that had bad results, the wrong statement that upset someone, the wrong timing of a poorly delivered joke; many of your past actions bother you in your day-to-day life.
Being unable to keep Jung Hoseok by your side is the worst of them all.
“Well, we definitely look forward to your announcement! I think Hoseok and I are going to see if we can get a few moments to ourselves before the fun starts.”
You nod your head only once as Laci smirks at you. Hoseok offers a tight-lipped smile in place of words and it’s in this moment that you finally accept that your once-fiancé has fully moved on from you. He doesn’t even spare you another glance before he turns around with Laci wedged under his arm.
The tear in your eye fights to come through to the corner, but you lightly snort to choke it back down and prevent yourself from crying at the sight of Hoseok turning his back on you.
Again.
Splash some water on your face. Take a deep breath. Don't let yourself cry over him again. You chant the words in your mind like a mantra as you stare into the mirror in the bathroom. The water you just splashed onto your face drips off of your chin.
The music continues to play in the dining hall without you. Although it's muffled, it serves as the perfect reminder that peoples' lives will continue to go on without you. You lean against the sink even harder with the weight of the statement bearing down on your shoulders.
A sharp knock on the door follows shortly after you lean your face into the sink again, prompting you to whip your head around to face the sound.
"Y/N?" Blake. "You in there?"
"Shit." You curse lowly while you fumble for some paper towels to press against your wet skin. After giving yourself a final glance and concluding that you still look like a wreck, you turn to the door and open it to step out.
"What's up?” You plaster a smile on your face as you greet his curiously concerned blue eyes.
"The captain's looking for you." His eyebrows are furrowed and the worry lines in his forehead are deeper than usual. When you move to step around him and avoid that conversation, he presses a hand to your shoulder to stop you. "Are you okay? What's going on?'
You sigh and look away from him to hide your predicament- one he is completely oblivious to. "Nothing. Don’t worry about it."
“Why? There’s obviously something wrong. We agreed we’d be transparent with each other.” He grabs onto your hand and brushes his thumb over the top. “Talk to me.”
Suddenly, you become acutely aware of the presence by the end of the hall where it turns to open up into the dining room. When you glance over Blake’s shoulder towards the movement, you find a flash of flame orange hair. With the revelation of who stands there, watching you, you are propositioned with two options.
On one hand, you could reciprocate Blake’s support and give in to his comfort like you want to, although it would appear much differently to Hoseok who watches from afar and only sees the action of Blake holding your hand. Perception is reality.
On the other hand, you could give your coworker and friend the cold shoulder to display to Hoseok that you are, after all this time, by your lonesome. Being alone like the way he left you would undoubtedly display how big of an emotional crater he left in your soul.
Maybe it would make him feel bad. You want him to feel bad. At least it’d mean he feels something for you.
Although you know you would have gone through with the second option two or three years ago- when you were freshly bitter from the split- your facade has hardened into a detached permanence since then. Time has not done you well.
You look up to Blake then, eyes beaming with the ache of tears that beg to break through, and smile into his concern as carelessly as possible so that you can brush off the emotion. Gently, you take his hand.
“I’m fine. Just a little wound up is all.”
The concern and worry seem to disappear from his face all at once as he smiles a toothy grin. “Announcement making you nervous?”
“Something like that,” you chide.
When you get the chance to peek over your friend’s shoulder again, Hoseok is gone. Damn. It was too easy to get him away. You can't help but wonder if you made the right decision because of how your heart slightly twists at the thought that maybe- just maybe- your ex-fiance still has feelings for you. You brush off the hope just as soon as it arrives.
With a knowing smirk, Blake backs away and swings his arm out in the direction of the ballroom, beckoning you to return to it. "Ladies first."
You giggle and begin walking. "How kind of you, sailor."
"Just trying to look chivalrous, miss." He smiles.
You maintain your smile as you walk back into the ballroom, searching for your captain while you avoid anything relatively close to the shade of orange you know to be somewhere on the dance floor.
You find your captain with a glass in his hand and the executive officer below his other arm, laughing with rosy cheeks at something one of the department heads has just said to the two of them.
"Gentlemen," you address them. "I hope you’ve been having a good evening. Captain? You sent for me?”
“Y/L/N!” He looks at you and smiles, the crinkles by his eyes deepening. “Good to see you! Is everything in order for your announcement?”
You nod as you respond to him. "Yessir. The DJ is ready."
“Good, good. Carry it out whenever you're ready, Chief."
Your eyes are cast to the floor in preparation of what you will be speaking into reality. "Aye aye, sir."
Time begins to slow as you make your trek over to the DJ’s table to ask for the microphone. Your legs struggle to move at a normal speed and your mind is attempting to escape all of the memories that surface. Stretched across a thousand agonizing moments, you prepare to move on from this chapter of your life while it flashes before your very eyes.
Robotically, you nod at the DJ who smiles and then hands you the mic, knowing very well what you are about to tell the crowd of people. It feels like you are separated from your body, but your tight grip on the cool metal grounds you and keeps your feet moving to the podium.
Once you come to a standstill and face the crowd, the DJ follows the movement of you bringing the mic to your mouth and lowers the music when you clear your throat.
"May I have everyone's attention, please?"
As expected from a military event, the people quiet themselves particularly fast.
You struggle to breathe for a moment, the weight of your announcement making the lump of nervousness in your throat that much more burdensome to breathe around. As the silence becomes deafening like the night it did in your car, you swallow thickly.
"I'm..." You trail off for a brief second. "I'm sure you all have heard that I will be making an announcement tonight and some of you were probably wondering what it will be."
The sailors of your division are, without surprise, gathered together in a large group. They cheer from the side of the dance floor closest to the bar. No surprise there.
"Hell yeah, Senior Chief!" You recognize GM2 Green’s chirpy voice and internally cringe at the rank she’s just called you. It’s the next rank above your own. The one you should be promoting to.
LPO Promise yells right after her, his deep voice bellowing amongst the hoots and hollers. "Get that promo, girl!"
Blake stands amongst them and smiles sadly at you because he is the only one, besides your captain and division officer, who knows what your announcement is.
Your smile is bittersweet as you regard your division’s support because- as much as you appreciate how happy they are for you- they are dead wrong.
Because you won't be promoting.
"Well, after a lot of thought and tons of paperwork, I can finally deliver my announcement with no going back."
You wince as you see your division grab onto each other with excitement.
"It’s with a heavy heart and so much appreciation to everyone aboard the Hybe that l inform you all that I have been cleared to be discharged at the beginning of February."
The room goes awfully silent before it erupts with congratulatory applause.
And suddenly, your eyes find the flame orange hair in the sea of natural colors.
Hoseok’s face is expressionless as you look at him. You know that he understands what this means for you and what it would have meant if he had just been a little more patient with your love for your work. If he had just waited three more fucking years, the two of you could have been together the way you both wanted.
But what you want is never in your cards. You don’t want to retire; you don’t want to leave your life in the Navy behind.
You don’t want to be physically handicapped.
But you are.
The gunshot wound you took to your shoulder two years ago still burns into your skin as you clench feeling back into your fingers. With so much nerve damage caused by the hollow point of the 9mm bullet that was shot into your axillary nerve, you lost feeling in your shoulder and a good portion of your arm.
Unfortunately, it served as the perfect basis for the Navy to discharge you. You have barely more than two months to find another occupation to make a living.
The trigger-happy dumbass who decided to load his magazine with the unapproved ammunition had accidentally fired it while you were still on range. Although he claimed that his pistol misfired after the ceasefire was called, you knew the guy- he was dangerous and careless when it came to gun safety and it resulted in your injury. Mishandling a deadly weapon will always have its consequences.
The callous sailor got his court martial and dishonorable discharge way before the Navy first informed you of your forced separation.
Thankfully, the people of your division were there with you during your recovery and supported you through the process of rehabilitating the damage. What none of you knew was that the Navy was tracking your injury the entire time and was able to disqualify you because of your permanent physical handicap. No matter how much you want to cry out that it’s not fair, you wouldn’t be able to kid yourself
Life isn't fair, but the decision to let you go is fair. Besides, how could you protect the people you love when you're broken?
You let your eyes leave Hoseok to look at your division who are already approaching the podium with obvious tears in their eyes. You’re surprised to find that you also have tears of your own- tears that were on the verge because of Hoseok and carried out by losing yet another ones- even if your contribution is minuscule- is what drives you in your career. To be retiring after only ten years of service utterly kills you when you think back on how long you planned to stay in upon your enlistment at such a young age.
The Navy is your life. And now? You have to let it go.
“Thank you to everyone- CO, XO, CMC, the entire crew- for being a great team during my last tour.”
The lump in your throat becomes monstrous as your tears stream down your cheeks and your heart breaks. Your voice is much too wobbly to continue for much longer. “It’s been a pleasure serving with you all and I can’t wait to see what you are able to do to carry out our mission towards a better future.” Sniff. “Bora haewa, sailors. May you continue to gain the respect that you all deserve. I wish you fair winds and following seas.”
With that, you leave the podium and return the mic to the DJ who was obviously moved by your speech and now exhibits shiny eyes that he attempts to blink away. Your own tears continue to run down your skin as you repeatedly wipe them off.
You only have two months to get your new life in line and say goodbye to this one yet you merely want to stand watch on the Hybe one more time and joke around with your division. Simpler times you took for granted are now so precious that you find yourself already missing the life even though you will be in for a few more weeks.
“Chief,” Green cries and throws herself on you as leave the DJ table. “Why didn’t you tell us you were leaving us?”
“Good for you.” You could recognize Isom’s drearily monotone voice anywhere even as you dig your face into Green’s shoulder. “You’re finally getting out of this hellhole.”
“Shut your mouth, Isom.” Promise growls. “We don’t need that negativity here. You can obviously tell this means a lot to her.”
“Whatever.” The man replies, rolling his eyes as he almost painfully reaches his hand out to give your shoulder a few pats. “Congratulations.”
Promise replaces the older sailor’s hand with his own, letting his fingers linger to squeeze in comfort. “Congrats on the retirement, Chief. I’m excited to see where your new life takes you.”
“Thanks guys.” You sniffle. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but it was a pretty quick process that was really difficult for me to keep up with.”
"No, we get it." Promise says. Green emits a small 'mhm' as she raises a hand and wipes her nose with the back of it. You can't bear to go without hugging her small frame even more as you see that the white in her eyes has turned red. Promise faces her. “It’ll be good for her."
“And it's time for her to move on." You hear Blake walk up from behind the two of you as he adds on to what Promise has said and it is then that you decide to release Green so that you can turn to him. He smiles at you softly, expectantly, and you return the expression with one of your own, accompanied with outstretched arms.
The hug with him is warm and caring, a rare occurrence for him to be physically affectionate, yet it is because of the few drinks he's had that he decides to communicate his care for you- for once.
People filter to you as the minutes go by so that they can give you their congratulations or upset speeches about why retirement is the end of the road. As saddening as it is to think about what you should do after retirement with your injury, you don't blame your shipmates for bringing it up because they have no idea why you're retiring. They probably think it's easy for veterans to get jobs since they’re so much younger than you.
Your harsh reality is that there aren't many places who would hire a physically disabled person, as awful as it is. In your harsh reality, your veteran status nor your disability status will help much.
The clock at the head table- conveniently placed by the Officer-In-Charge of the event- reads 23:17. Forty-three minutes until midnight and the new year. Should you enter the new year wasted? Or should you just remain sober and cry it out as you truly lose everything you have ever loved?
Blake ensures that you have at least a few drinks in your system before the clock reads 23:45. He was never one to pass up free booze and neither were you, so why would you change that pattern for the new year?
By the time everyone gets settled together, it’s 23:52. You don’t find Hoseok anywhere- that goes without saying that you can’t seem to find Blake nor your other shipmates either. As far as a New Years’ kiss is from your mind, you hope for the bare minimum of someone you care for at least standing next to you. Anything else would just be the icing on the cake.
You search around for a few minutes, slowly feeling the loneliness you’ve felt for years creep into your skull with such adamant ferocity that you merely stand in the back of the crowd and admit your defeat with a large gulp of the drink in your hand. So far, the alcohol you hold and the one before it have provided you with the buzz that stirs in your veins.
At least you feel something.
Suddenly, you spot Blake in the crowd. It's not surprising that he has a woman under his arm- Blake is incredibly good looking- but it's surprising that the woman who wraps her arm around his waist is none other than Green. The sight makes you wonder when that happened.
23:58. Two minutes until the New Year.
You glance down at the drink in your hand and swirl the contents of it with intentions of downing it once the clock reads 00:00.
"Y/N!”
You look up at Blake and Green with a jump of surprise and realize that they are beckoning you over to them.
"Get over here!' Green yells with a rapidly-curling arm.
You make your way over to them quickly, joy coursing through every cell in your body because of the people you care about. It's a small thing that brings you happiness- simply being around your loved ones. When you come to stand next to Blake, you take a look at the clock again.
23:59.
Blake holds Green tighter to his side. You simply hold your drink a little tighter between your fingers.
The sailors of the Hybe begin chanting when it hits the thirty-second mark. In comfortable delight next to the two people who hold most of your heart, you chant with them and look around at the cheering crowd in utter enjoyment.
At six seconds, your voice dies before you can make any more sound. You can't seem to find any air to take into your lungs as you spot orange hair and brown eyes that hold rays of sunlight within them.
He smiles down at her with the light of a thousand glowing stars as she cups his jaw and smiles up at him.
“Three!”
The world slows.
“Two!”
His orange hair drapes onto her forehead as they both lean into eachother.
“One!”
He pulls her more tightly to him by her waist and closes his eyes.
“Happy New Year!”
Your heart breaks all over again as they kiss.
The fanfare of the New Year falls on your deaf ears because all you can seem to process is the constant string of deafening words in your head.
That should be me. That should be me. That should be me.
It's hard to know how, but you manage to break away from Blake and Green, who kiss with such intensity that you have to gasp for your own air. They’re so preoccupied with each other that they don't see the tears in your eyes.
The look on Hoseok’s face was all too familiar. It brings back distant memories you thought you had buried as you gulp down the last of your drink and make a beeline for the door. You need to leave before you make a fool out of yourself.
It's not specifically the kiss that is burned into your skull. The kiss stirs your envy and jealousy in a way that you are used to because of Laci's constant jabs. It stings, but you are familiar with it.
The thing you are not particularly familiar with is the sensation that came before the kiss. This is the sensation that forces you to leave the party through the closest exit.
The feeling is one of acceptance, although you're not sure of how far-reaching the damage is. It's heartbreak and it's happiness all in one emotion yet you cannot place a word on it at all because you've never quite felt it in the volume that you feel it now.
You're heartbroken because you mourn what you've lost with Jung Hoseok. You weep for what could have been yet never was and never will be.
And the never will be is also what you are happy about.
You are happy that the world will continue to be blessed by his smile of ardor. Even though the smile on his lips and the wonderful shine in his eyes are no longer meant for you, it's the fact that he will continue to give it to someone who has truly made him feel the way he used to make you feel. It's because of your never will be that Jung Hoseok has been given what you were too blind to give up- everything.
The look that Hoseok gave Laci is one that would make even a stranger proud of the beautiful things that he has accomplished. The smile of adoration and love is a look you know all too well. It's as familiar as it is heartbreaking.
You remember when he used to look at you like that.
Snow falls steadily on the sidewalk as you order an Uber. You receive a text from Blake that asks where you are, yet you can only seem to ask him to grab your dress jacket as a response.
Don't forget we have drills on Monday is all he says and you huff out a shaky breath of gratitude for how well he knows you. He knows that you need space and you manage to elicit a small smile past your cascading tears.
The Uber arrives soon after you give up on looking at your phone and when you manage to slide into the backseat of it, slightly buzzed, your body slumps into the seat all the way back to your apartment because of how physically and emotionally drained you feel.
You spend the rest of the night in your room, reminiscing about your time with Hoseok.
He asked for you to be his girlfriend in the parking lot that was in front of your ship. The sun was just beginning to set on the horizon of the bay it was ported in. After two months underway, he was there to greet you for family day.
Like any gentleman, he showed up with flowers and charmed himself straight into your heart after so many hangouts with you and the rest of the crew. It was the first time you saw that look in his eyes as he tilted his head down to you.
And right there, in front of so many of your shipmates, he kissed you for the first time.
Taehyung and Jungkook freaked out like the pair of spazzes they were. Hoseok flicked them off behind your back as you wrapped your arms around him, but it wasn’t noticed by you until hours later when Jungkook finally sent the pictures of your first kiss with Hoseok to you.
And you were in love with him then. Just as you are now.
If you really love him, though, you think it’s about time you finally let him go.
You lie in your bed, letting tears stream down to soak into your pillow, and delete the photo- along with all of the others that chronicled your happy days as Hoseok’s.
The number of photos and videos came out to be 1,753.
It's much too difficult to ignore Namjoon’s voice as he speaks to Taehyung. The bass of it carries a lot farther than the falsetto of Jimin's, who stands with them.
"Yeah, I heard it was so bad that he had to change his locks."
"Oh, no way!" Jimin seems to laugh out of pure astonishment. "She's that crazy?"
Namjoon sips on his drink. “Apparently so.”
For a moment, they’re silent. You take this opportunity to rejoin the group and walk up slowly.
“Does Y/N know?” Jungkook asks.
You quirk your eyebrow when you get to them. “Know what?”
The five men turn to stare at you in surprise and you can see that the youngest one winces.
“Uh…” Jimin trails off, lost. “The…”
None of the men seem to be able to speak. You have obviously reentered the conversation at a bad time.
Finally, once he’s done looking at the others in disdain, Yoongi scoffs. “It’s not like he wants to keep it a secret. She’s our friend too.”
“What’s going on?” You set your drink on the table and put a hand on your hip expectantly.
Yoongi grabs onto your shoulder. “Laci cheated on Hobi.”
Suddenly, you forget about the comedic way the men look like deer caught in headlights. Instead, your blood boils.
“What?”
There’s no happiness gained from the news; you feel no satisfaction from learning of the reason behind the end to his relationship. Hoseok, as much as it was his decision to end things between the two of you, deserves nothing but the best that this world has to give. Knowing that he’s been wronged like this just makes you angry- and feeling a little protective.
“Yeah,” Taehyung has the nerve to laugh. "Turns out she was banging her manager to get that bonus she was gloating about."
"You missed a golden opportunity." Jungkook coughs and brings his soda to his lips to poorly cover up the statement. Taehyung looks at him crookedly, confused, and Jungkook sighs. “She was boning her manager to get that bon-”
Yoongi’s fingers grip a little more tightly into your skin when he cuts off the younger man. "I find this topic hardly appropriate for a retirement party. I just wanted her to know."
Despite his statement, you turn to him. "Is he alright? When did he find out?"
Namjoon speaks up instead, running a hand through his hair. "He was sulking around and hardly came out of his room for a few days. He finally told me about it the day before yesterday."
In the beat of silence that follows the revelation, you worry for Jung Hoseok. Misplaced guilt makes itself known in the feeling of your stomach dropping because you become acutely aware that all of his friends are here, at your retirement party, with you.
"But is he alright?" You repeat the unanswered question adamantly.
A brief pause passes between you and the group of men. No one seems to have the desire to answer you.
"He's a mess," Yoongi sighs, finally. "-but he'll be fine. You know he doesn't like it when we hover."
The older man is right. For as long as you've known him, Hoseok always prefers to do the comforting rather than be comforted. He isn’t a reserved man, but he is less likely to seek help from others because he has his own, private healing system.
Jungkook chuckles. "You should've seen the groupchat when we were talking about the party."
Shit.
You have to take a seat as you process what Jungkook has just said.
Hoseok has just been cheated on; he just broke up with his girlfriend; all of his friends are here at your party while he does whatever he does and handles his issues alone. You didn’t even have the courage to invite him.
The thought makes you feel awful.
“That’s enough.” Yoongi says. “We’re here to celebrate Y/N’s retirement. Let’s not bring up her ex-fiancé anymore, yeah?”
Quietly, the group murmurs in agreement and proceeds to talk about whatever it is they talk about as you turn around to greet more of your former shipmates. The party continues in full.
But you can't seem to get the thoughts of Hoseok out of your head.
“We’re really glad you decided to join us. Your résumé is really impressive!” The woman, Kyla, walks just slightly in front of you as she speaks.
You smile and shift the box of your belongings in your arms. “Thanks! It was super tough trying to find work around here.”
She turns her head slightly so that you can see the smile on her face. “Oh, I get it. The job search is increasingly difficult these days. I’m glad we found you!”
The workspace is surprisingly homey when you take a look around. At the nineteenth floor of the office building, you expected cubicles and white walls, however, you’re surprised to find that each employee has their own office- granted, they’re a bit small- and each space is decorated differently.
“Employees are free to decorate their spaces as they deem fit. We, at BigHit, believe artistic freedom encourages more efficient production.” Kyla stops in front of an empty office and turns to you. “You are welcome to do the same, Y/N.”
“Thank you,” You can’t help but breathe out the graciousness a little, thankful for the opportunity that has been afforded to you. Although you’re on a military pension due to your honorable discharge, it’s not nearly enough to support a comfortable lifestyle, and you’re still so young- you can’t not work. “I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all we ask for.” Kyla gestures her well-manicured fingers into your space. “Please, make yourself at home. The chief supervisor of this floor will come by to help you settle in soon.”
You squeeze in through the door with your box in hand and misty eyes. After two months of job-searching and extremely strict budgeting, you finally have a job. Not only will you be able to relax in your apartment now, but you will be able to support yourself even more than you did before. Life is finally getting better.
Your new office is quite small; it seems to be a standard eight-by-ten workspace with a desk perpendicular to the far-right wall, a company-provided desktop computer, and a set of drawers against the wall that sit next to the desk. Although it’s not much, you begin picturing all of the ways you can make it your own because, after all, you’re extremely lucky to have landed the job in the first place.
“Again, Kyla,” You set your box down onto the desk and turn to her. “Thank you.”
She laughs lightly and begins walking towards the door. “I’m just here to make sure you’re happy and content. The chief supervisor is actually the one who signed off your application, so save all that for him. Let me know if you need anything- anything at all- and I’ll be here to work it out.”
You nod and reach into your box to start taking your things out. “Sounds good.”
“Oh, and Y/N?” Kyla pauses, halfway out the door, and turns to you again. You stop to look at her with questioning eyes.
“Thank you for your service.”
You’ve heard the phrase hundreds of times before, yet it still sends you into a fit of confusion when someone hits you with it.
Did you really serve? Was your time fulfilling maintenance requests and working on heavy machinery enough to be considered service to your country?
Are you enough?
“Uh,” You scramble for the right words awkwardly. “Th-thank you for your support.”
Kyla nods, smiles, and then leaves with the closing of your door.
Twenty minutes and an empty cardboard box later, you sit in front of your new desktop monitor when there’s a knock on your door. It’s a familiar cadence that taps to a specific beat, yet you can’t place where you know it from.
“Come in!” You voice at a volume a little less than a yell. There’s a beat of hesitation before the knob turns.
Ever so slowly, the door opens.
Flame orange hair.
Mocha brown eyes.
Jung fucking Hoseok.
Your heart drops to the floor as your ex-fiancé stands in the doorway. Suddenly, all of the air in the room seems to be vacuumed out. He’s stolen it, rendering your ability to breathe practically nonexistent.
“H-Hoseok?” You stutter his name. “W-what’re you-”
“I’m- uh-” He seems to be just as dismayed as you, eyebrows furrowing incredibly hard whilst he looks at the floor. “I’m the Chief Supervisor.”
Dumbly, you continue to stare at him in silence, at a loss for words. He speaks again. “I see you’ve- er- settled in well.”
His brown eyes are inquisitive and shocked, although you don’t understand why.
If anything, you should be the one who’s surprised seeing as he’s apparently the one who hired you. He saw your name on the application- allegedly, he’s the one who approved it- so why does it look like he walked into the wrong office?
“Kyla helped me out.” You struggle to make small talk with him, scurrying for development yet becoming unsure of how to go about conversing with him.
You eye Hoseok critically, wondering why he’s being so awkward, and note the way his natural brown hair begins to push the orange out to reveal itself at its roots in an almost natural way. It gives away that he’s gotten his hair done since the last time you saw him on New Years Eve.
His eyes look tired because of the bags under them, something you’re not used to, yet he seems to have gained the smallest bit of mass around his shoulders and arms. Despite what he’s gone through in the last few months, he looks good.
And as much as you’d love to hate him, you still can’t.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Hoseok’s voice is almost a whisper, yet you can still hear the slight edge of bass that you used to love so much. Almost delicately, he steps into your office and you eye when he places his hand on the door to close it. Then, he decides against it, dropping his arm back to his side while he takes another step to stand in front of your desk. “Were you able to access your profile yet?
It’s hard to speak past the lump in your throat as you look up at him from your chair. “Not yet, no.”
“Wait,” He shifts his weight to the other foot and crosses his arms over his chest almost as if he’s trying to protect himself. His body language practically screams that he’s uneasy. “Did Kyla give you your log-in information yet?”
“She didn’t,” you answer him.
He toes the ground awkwardly. “Oh…”
In the tiny and quiet space of your office, the two of you go silent. Neither one of you speak for a few seconds.
Hesitantly, Hoseok grabs the back of the chair in front of your desk and moves to sit.
“So…” His voice is uneven. His eyes meet yours and there is something in them that throws you off. “How’ve you been?”
The tension in the question is palpable, although you can’t seem to place what kind of tension it is. Is it guilt? Obligation?
Sexual?
Suddenly, you can feel his hands skating up your thighs and coming to rest at your waist. His arms pulling you close to his warm body. Loving kisses to your cheeks and the corners of your lips.
The ghost of his touch hits you like a truck as he sits there and expects an answer from you. You have to shudder out a breath to collect yourself from the notion of missing his touch and love.
“I’ve been better,” you clear your throat. “But I’ve been worse.”
Hoseok’s smile is small and courteous, although, it is easy to see that something has changed him since the last time you saw him smile. His smile was blinding and beautiful when you saw him on New Years, but now? The light that contested the sun is nowhere to be seen.
He looks down at the floor again, breaking the line of tension and allowing you space to breathe. “I guess that’s… good.”
It’s easy to see that he’s lost. His lack of confidence is horribly obvious in the face of your judgement. The room goes quiet again and you can hear your own heartbeat pulsing in your ears because of how much it quickens from the situation.
“So you’re the one who hired me?” You place your hands onto your desk and lean into the question.
Hoseok raises his hand to the back of his neck and rubs sheepishly. “Oh- uh- yeah. I did.”
“Why?”
It’s a million-dollar question. One that has a simple answer. It could be dealt with professionally and truthfully with the way Kyla explained it earlier. He could take care of it smoothly and cleanly and move on with your professional relationship. But you don’t want him to.
Because, after all this time, you realize-
You still hope that he will come back to you.
The possibility that he hired you because he still cares about you lingers in the back of your mind. Even if he still cares about you as a friend, you cling to that hope like a koala clings to a tree. Jung Hoseok is a good person and you want him in your life in any way that you can have him.
Despite the fact that he gave up on you.
“I saw your application,” he says. “You’re more than qualified for this job.”
The statement does not satisfy your hopeful thoughts; instead of the answer you wanted, you got the answer that you needed.
It’s enough for you to see a future with Hoseok in it, but it’s not enough for a future that you thought about once upon a time. It’s also enough for you to know that he is no longer in love with you. That ship sailed long before you were forced to accept it.
Now that you have gotten to speak to him cordially and seen that there is nothing but friendly attitude, you can finally put any remaining reservations you had for him down into the grave of who you used to be.
“Well,” you say after a moment, clearing your throat of emotion. “Thank you for the opportunity. It was really hard to find a job.”
“It’ll be nice to have you around.” He smiles the smallest of smiles.
And in his eyes, you see the beginning rays of a sunrise.
“So, Y/N!”
Yeonjun yells a little over the music of the bar. You look at him with a quirked eyebrow.
“What brought you to BigHit?”
You set your glass on the table and turn your body to face him while the others continue to eat their food.
“I actually stumbled across it on Indeed! I saw they were hiring a technician and I needed a job really bad so I applied.”
He places his cheek on his hand and nods while you speak. When you give him the straightforward answer, he leans in a little. “Do you like it here so far?”
“It’s very nice.” You smile genuinely even though you’ve heard the question hundreds of times in the last four days. “It’s a huge culture shock.”
RaKeisha turns her head to look at you. “Oh yeah! You did tell me that you used to be in the military! I can’t imagine how much more lax it is.”
“Loads.” You laugh.
RaKeisha’s words seem to incite curiosity in Yeonjun.
“Oh?” He asks. “You were in the military?”
You nod and pick up your drink. “For ten years.”
The man hardly misses a beat before he says, “Military women are pretty admirable.”
The table of your new coworkers goes silent for a split second before erupting into a chorus of ohhhhhhh’s that make you duck your head in embarrassment.
“Christ.” You mutter and smile bashfully, blushing into your cup before taking another sip.
Another one of your coworkers, Soobin, claps a hand onto Yeonjun’s shoulder. “My man!”
As the dinner continues, you think more and more about the man who sits at the other end of the table. He casts you glances every now and then with the slightest of grins on his lips. He’s a little cute.
His blonde hair shines under the low light and his eyes are borderline flirtatious. You note the way his full lips twitch just slightly every time you make eye contact with him. He’s young- younger than you by a few years, you think- but he still carries himself like a man. Although his eyes are not full of sunshine, they are full of potential.
You like potential.
After twenty minutes of the back and forth, you finally smile back at him.
A chair scrapes loudly and the sound of cutlery clattering on the table distracts you from the moment. Everyone turns their heads towards the interruption.
Hoseok walks away briskly in his gray suit, however, you see a slight sway to his step that causes his path to become partially diagonal as he makes his way towards the restroom. It makes it obvious that he has begun to feel the alcohol that he’s been drinking.
He doesn’t turn around once.
RaKeisha furrows her eyebrows in confusion and leans in to whisper to you. “What was that about? Is he going to throw up or something?”
You brush off the strange action. It isn’t your business to meddle in his affairs anymore. To maintain the professionalism he set when he first came to talk to you, you shrug in response to your coworkers question.
“I don’t know. Something.”
"♨️Keep your clothes warm♨️"
The caption on your screen is short as you stare at the photos you’ve come across.
You lie in your bed and hold your phone while you lay on your side, scrolling through Hoseok’s instagram page in deep thought. Only recently did the two of you begin following each other again.
In the photo collection that is accompanied by the caption, he wore a Louis Vuitton scarf and a brown skull cap that concealed his eyes. He posed in an elevator where he used a certain filter that caused a fish-eye effect from the floor of it. You can’t help the small smile at how dorky he looks in each of the photos.
He’s just as dorky as you remember.
Yeonjun
iMessage
The notification slides down from the top of your screen and you quickly click it to get yourself out of the mild stalking you’re doing.
Fancy some more ice cream?
You smile at the message and then look at the time on your phone. It reads 11:24.
Kinda late to be getting ice cream, don’t you think?
His response bubble pops up almost immediately after your message is delivered.
We went out at like
2 am last time
You scoff and tap away at your phone.
We didn’t have work the next morning lol
Yeonjun replies quickly.
So? We won’t be long. I’ll pick you up in 20 mins
You roll your eyes at him, wondering how he manages to be so cute yet so annoying. Still, you get up and put on some shorts and a t-shirt.
Your adventures with Yeonjun have become normal in the last month or so. Even though he is increasingly flirtatious with you, he likes to keep what you do together private. No one at work knows of how the first team dinner kicked off a potential situationship with the man. It’s a little exhilarating. It makes you feel younger.
You’d like to think it’s a little game; there is obvious tension between him and you, but you are not going to be the one to make the first move, given your history, and, apparently, neither is he. Whoever gives in first? Well…
You’ll get to that part when you get there.
You also find that it is much too difficult to ignore the fact that you are afraid of what Hoseok would think of you finally getting into another relationship after all these years. Even as you walk out of your door and take the elevator to meet Yeonjun in the lobby, you quickly remedy the thought with a correction- you are afraid of what your Chief Supervisor would think of two of his employees getting into a relationship.
“There she is.” Yeonjun stands by the door and smiles at you, raising his hand to offer you the smallest of waves.
You smile back. “Here I am.”
The two of you head to his car in the warm spring night, giggling like teenagers when you resume your efforts of trying to trip each other. You finally get into the car with slight tears in your eyes from how hard you were laughing when his face was graced with a look of shock after actually stumbling.
You can feel the chemistry as he drives. You feel the attraction. He is undoubtedly handsome as he props an arm up on the steering wheel and hums along with the song playing on his stereo. If all of his flirtations are evidence of it, you think that he just might have feelings for you.
Maybe you can develop some for him too.
Rita’s stares back at you as the two of you pull up to the establishment. A short line of people stand in front of the window where a young girl serves her customers. She looks like she’s still in high school. You glance down and unbuckle your seatbelt as the brief thought of I remember being that young skates across your mind.
Everything is routine at this point; Yeonjun waits at the front of his car for you, you smile at him and he smiles at you excitedly- ‘gosh, it’s really nice to be doing this with you’- and you walk up to the line together. The place is always busier on Friday nights.
But then a wrench is thrown into your routine.
Yeonjun’s arm encircles your waist when the two of you stop at the back of the line. There’s hesitation in the way he does it. You can feel it in the way his fingers just barely feather against your hip, pull away, and then press completely down so that they can fully hold you.
It’s impossible to stop your head from looking up at him in surprise. Although it’s not the reaction you think he wanted you to have, you try to play it off by arching an eyebrow at him.
“Getting a little brave, are we?” You tease.
“Only for you, sweetheart.”
His response is smooth and quick. The way he lowered his voice to say it makes your heart lurch in your chest and your breathing falter for just a moment. How exciting.
Countless customers are served and, before you know it, you’re standing at the front and ordering alongside Yeonjun. A brief argument about who will pay and you begrudgingly letting him hand over his card later, you leave the window with him stuck to your side.
As you wait for your orders, he keeps his arm around your waist. It’s almost instinct for you to place your hand to his stomach because of how close you are to him. You can’t let him be the only one that proceeds forward now that he’s made a move. Another boundary has been passed and it’s your turn to meet the new one.
Yeonjun’s heart beats against your fingertips, strongly and surely pulsing below his skin. He’s warm and comfortable in your embrace. Being so close to him, so cozy, has you feeling a type of excitement that you haven’t felt since…
Hoseok.
The thought of him turns you cold instantly. You don’t have the slightest clue as to why it feels like his name breaks you out of a stupor- what about your current situation makes you stupid?
When the young girl calls Yeonjun’s name for the order, you detach from him quickly. For whatever reason, you can’t stay near him after thinking about your ex. It feels wrong.
You know that the sensation of being with Yeonjun opens you up to a potential relationship with him- if nothing else, a friend with benefits situation that can take care of your needs- so why doesn’t it feel right?
Even as Yeonjun looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, confused with why you’re rushing away from him, you wince- a confirmation that something is up. You’ve never been one to conceal your emotions well- you faced hell for it during your time in the military.
When you walk back over to him with your orders in hand, he still has the same look of perplexity on his face.
“You okay?” He asks.
You were expecting the question. It doesn't make answering it any easier, though.
"I..." You trail. "I don't know."
His eyes get a little wide and he clasps his hands together nervously. "D-did I... Did I make you uncomfortable?"
Quickly, you rush to comfort his worries. "No no, you didn't." You take a breath to try calming yourself so that you can organize your raging thoughts. "I'm just... thinking about some things."
"Some... things..." Yeonjun echoes what you've just said with puzzlement. Enough time has passed since you were served that his order of mint chocolate ice cream begins to melt just slightly. "Are they things I should be worried about?"
A burst of courage suddenly hits you. Without worrying any more about it, you grab his free hand and pull him away from the crowded area so that you can gain some privacy with the conversation.. "Yeonjun? I'm going to be honest with you."
"Okay..." He’s visibly confused as he raises his ice cream to his lips and licks up some of the dripping cream.
"But first," You say, taking a breath. It’s now or never.
“I need you to kiss me.”
Even as you say the words, you’re surprised that you actually say them aloud. The look of shock on his face is replicated with your own because neither of you were expecting to hear it.
“W-what?”
“Please,” you rush. “Just kiss me.”
“Y/N… not that I don’t want to,” You think he looks mildly horrified by your statement as he sits on the curb. “But why?”
“Because I-” You cut yourself off and go to sit down beside him, trying to figure out how to say what you want to say and panicking a little when no words come out. “- because-”
The sound of stuttering brings back the concerned look on his face. Your mild freak out has obviously made him uneasy.
“Hey,” He leans forward and grabs ahold of your hand in his. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to tell me now, okay? I’m just not sure I want our first kiss to be something that you need. I want you to want it.”
Yeonjun’s words stop your blazing path of courage in its spot. Do you want to kiss him?
You’ll give it to him; Yeonjun is hot. His blonde hair falls over beautifully brown eyes and frames his face when it stops right at his cheekbones. You think he looks like he could be in a movie when he slicks his hair back for work.
His lips are kissable. They’re full and plump and so pink as he stands and stares at you in expectation. No matter how much you can see the possibility of kissing him in your head, though, you’re left wondering- do you want that possibility to become a reality?
It could possibly remove you of the leftover feelings you have for Hoseok. You know that people get into relationships to get over old ones everyday; are you the type of person who needs a new guy to move on?
On the other end of the spectrum, kissing him could prove to you that you haven’t truly moved on from Hoseok.
Desperately, you want to find out, so- yes- you want to kiss him.
“Yeonjun,”
You whisper his name and place your hand over his. His fingers dig into your skin lightly and you scoot closer to him to remove the extra space. When he looks down at you headily, you press your chest to his. “I want you to kiss me.”
His free hand is slow to move. It skates up your side and gently cups your jaw to accompany his face as he leans in.
“Are you sure?”
His question is whispered mere inches away from your lips. Within the few moments he used to lean in, you started holding your breath. You don’t know why, though. Are you excited? Or nervous?
Rather than think about it any longer, you bring back your potent burst of intrepidity.
You barely get the ‘I’m sure’ out before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and closing the remaining distance.
Yeonjun's lips are soft as they smash up against yours and you have to sigh at the sensation. He’s warm, embrace tight and secure, as he pulls you against him, and his breath tastes like mint chocolate. Although you don’t particularly favor his flavor of ice cream, it tastes wonderful when he slips his tongue onto the edge of your bottom lip to lave against it.
Yeonjun lets his hand on your face drop to your bent knee and squeezes it gently while he moves his lips against yours. Your heart rate picks up and your spine tingles with excitement because it's everything you’ve ever wanted in a first kiss with someone.
But that's just what it is- a kiss with someone.
Your body reacts naturally to having intimate, physical contact with a human being, but you realize that butterflies don't fill your stomach. Your thighs clench together with lust, but there is no passion. The possibilities of a future with this man are hardly there as he lowly grunts.
In this moment of time, where you share your breaths with someone who isn’t Jung Hoseok, you can’t help but feel like it is the most unnatural thing in the universe.
No one can make you feel the same and, because you kissed Yeonjun, you know for sure now- you're still not over Hoseok.
In your study of the kiss, you fail to reciprocate his lips' movements and go still. He must notice that your fervor is gone because his rhythm against you drastically slows.
Deliberately but surely, Yeonjun pulls away with a satisfied exhale on his lips and his eyes fluttering open. You can tell from the way he looks at you dreamily that he felt a lot more in the kiss than you did.
As you part your lips to take a breath, you feel how well-kissed they are. They tingle, and remnants of mint chocolate still sit on your lips when you lick them. Damn, he's a pretty good kisser. It’s shallow to think it, but you figure it’s your mind’s way of trying to soothe yourself.
"So," he whispers. You look at him with your hands still around his neck, unsure of how to handle the revelation. "I'm not the one, huh?"
The question burns your chest and makes you feel so guilty that you let your lips part to take an exhale of shocked shame. It’s so heavy and cumbersome that your heart breaks for him that very moment.
You lean your forehead against his and close your eyes while you try to sort out your thoughts.
“Yeonjun…” You hesitate again. It’s becoming more difficult to speak. “I…”
He pulls away to put his hand back on your cheek and thumb over your cheekbone.
“Is there someone else?”
You wince sheepishly. "Not exactly. It's... It's complicated."
Yeonjun chuckles at your words and slowly relaxes his hold on you. "I see. So it's like that."
"It is." You stiffly nod to confirm his thoughts.
The man who sits in front of you has a disheartened smile on his lips. The look tears you apart because the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him. As much as you feel bad for him, though, you know that you can’t delay the inevitable.
"Thank you."
Yeonjun expresses his gratefulness lowly and removes his arm from around you so that he can lean away and pick up his abandoned ice cream. Guilt and confusion still prevent you from doing the same.
"For what?" you ask.
Thoughtfully, he chews on his ice cream and then looks at you with a click of his tongue.
"For being honest with me." His smile turns crooked as he regards you. "It saved me from a lot of hurt."
His statement wasn't meant to make you feel guilty you don't think- Yeonjun doesn't seem like the petty type- yet you feel the ugliness of the sensation pressing on your chest like a truck. It makes the task of breathing just that much harder.
"Yeonjun, I'm-"
"Don't apologize." He cuts you off and places a hand on your shoulder.
"But, Yeonjun-"
"No ‘buts’, Y/N. I’m already so lucky that you even gave me a chance."
Suddenly, you look at him, feeling even more horrible because the compliment manages to actually flatter you. He’s too kind for his own good.
“Oh, come on, Jun. It’s not all that.”
Yeonjun smiles and looks at the ground with a blush on his cheeks.
“It is, though,” he says. “All of us at the office know how amazing you are. Soobin, Chanyeol, Mr. Jung-” You choke and splutter in shock from the unexpected name. With a quirked and worried eyebrow, he trails off. “-Mark… Y/N, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” You clear your throat and pump your fist to your chest a few times to try assisting your struggle. “Just choked on my spit a little.”
“O… kay…” He shakes his head and continues. “As I was saying, all the guys think you’re an amazing woman. They talk about you all the time.”
“Even Hoseok?”
Oh fuck. You were not supposed to fucking say that.
In a panic, your eyes widen as he narrows his at you.
"Is he the one who's making it complicated?"
You’re rushing to mend your slip up before you can even think about it.
“No! No. Uh…” You swallow thickly. “I was just wondering because- uh…” Shit. Think of something. “… because he’s our Chief Supervisor! It’s a little weird. Heh.” Nervously, you laugh, applauding yourself for coming up with something so quick. Once you finish laughing, you search his eyes to see if he’s bought your excuse.
Yeonjun’s face is unmoving for a moment, his eyes still picking you apart like you are an unsolved mystery, and it makes your heart leap away with anxiety.
Then, his face relaxes and he chuckles. “Well, yeah. Even Mr. Jung talks about you.”
You can’t press any further into the topic of your ex because it would allow Yeonjun to see right through your lie.
“That’s so weird,” you say instead. You need to make the conversation general again. “All of you talk about me?”
“Yep.” He struggles to answer you past his new mouthful of ice cream. “Ever since they saw me flirting with you at that team dinner.”
“Oh, good god.” You accidentally snort as you cover your face with your hand. “It’s been that long?”
Again, he takes a mouthful. “Mhm. ‘ou should sh-ee how much Chan-eol and Mish’ter Jung tal’ abou- ‘ou.” He swallows the melted dessert. “They’re like teenagers in high school.”
“What do they say?”
You ask the question with curiosity and hope bubbling up in your chest like fragile butterflies that have been blown away countless times before. They shudder under the weight of the pressure that the memories cause. It’s hard to forget what has happened to them over the years.
“Well, they talk about your work ethic a lot. And how you look extra beautiful when you’re working hard.”
The comment shocks you. You were prepared to hear something about your physical appearance, so when you hear Yeonjun point out something that’s not exactly physical- as you expected from a group of men- you become pleasantly surprised.
“Really?”
“You get this look on your face when you focus,” he says thoughtfully. “Your eyebrows kinda come together and everything. It’s really pretty.”
You become flushed and duck your head to begin eating your own dessert as something to occupy your facial features.
As flustered as you are by Yeonjun’s compliments, you find it’s hard to think about them when you've just been told that Jung Hoseok talks about you like he's not your ex-fiancé.
"Thanks, Jun…"
There’s an uneasy feeling that comes with the knowledge. It’s hard to think with people around you. After a beat, you speak your need.
"Actually… Can you take me home?”
He winces. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"
"You didn't..." you say, stressing the first word so that he knows you are actually uncomfortable. "But I think I'd like to be alone for the rest of the night. It's getting late anyway."
"I understand."
Yeonjun gets up and gives a few brushes to his backside to remove his shorts of any dirt that might be clinging there.
Your ice cream, forgotten, sits on the pavement as you walk back towards the car. Your mind is too muddled to remember it.
Yeonjun frowns, picks it up, and tosses it into the nearby trash can.
Now that you know to look, you can feel his eyes on you as you pour yourself another cup of coffee in the break room.
It’s your third one today. Wait, is it the fourth? Or fifth? You’d like to think that the reasoning behind you losing count is because of how focused you are on your work, but you know that the coffee has been unnecessary since the second cup. There’s no way around the fact that you’ve lost count because you keep getting cups so that you can see him put his eyes on you.
Since Yeonjun told you of your obvious influence on the men of the office, you’ve been especially watchful of whose eyes linger on you. It’s quite difficult, at first, until you realize that they all manage to avert their gazes just fast enough when you let yourself search.
But his eyes- Hoseok’s- they linger just the slightest bit too long. It’s long enough for you to see that he is looking at you with with a blank expression on his face. You expected curiosity or distaste- hate, even- but his face is almost devoid of any emotion. It’s certainly beginning to throw you off.
It throws you off so much that you pour the coffee until it spills over the sides of your mug.
“Shit,” you mutter and back away from the edge of the counter as it threatens to spill over onto the floor.
“Whoa there,” a familiar voice says from behind you. You turn to look at who you know to be Yeonjun lurking behind you. “What happened here?”
You sigh in frustration and turn to face him after putting the cup down. “Just kind of lost myself for a second and stopped paying attention.”
He smiles softly and reaches past you to grab some of the napkins from the dispenser. “Here, let me help.”
The two of you begin sopping up the spilled coffee and you keep your eyes down while the heat of embarrassment rises on your cheeks. Yeonjun tries to reassure you that what’s happened is nothing, ‘relax, babe,’ yet you can’t help but feel mortified that you made such a slip in front of your Chief Supervisor- in front of your ex-fiancé.
Once the coffee is cleaned, you both turn to toss the napkins in your hands into the trash can.
Thunk!
Yeonjun’s shoulder bumps into your forehead as he turns towards you at the same time that you turn towards him. You immediately shoot your hand up to soothe the dull ache that the force has incited and the man is quick to do the same to comfort you.
“Oh fuck,” He grabs onto your shoulder and leans down to look into your downturned face. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re good.” You wince, rubbing your forehead affectionately. It only takes a brief moment for you to remember that someone else has seen the entire interaction and you quickly jerk your head in the direction of where you know him to be standing.
Brown eyes no longer train your figure. In fact, he has completely left the break room.
His absence leaves a terribly noticeable emptiness in your chest.
Glasses clink together and beers slightly spill over the edges from the contact. A chorus of cheers accompany the movement.
“Congrats, team! Another fiscal for the books!”
Hoseok smiles brightly as he regards his team, loving every moment of the camaraderie. He lets his eyes sweep over every member who bring their glasses to their lips and watches as each one takes sips and gulps of the golden beverage.
“Chug! Chug! Chug!”
The man’s attention is drawn to his accounting manager, Yeonjun, as he continues to gulp when everyone else has ceased. As soon as he sees Yeonjun, though, he also sees you egging him on with the most excited of smiles on your face.
Hoseok can’t help but try to distract himself with the bitter taste of the beer.
He hates the idea of the two of you, but rumors about how you began spending time with the younger man started circulating the office ages ago. It's an unavoidable truth now.
He sees the way Yeonjun makes you happy; he noticed the way you became no longer interested in anything to do with himself mere weeks after you first started; Hoseok grew to accept that you no longer loved him long before he, himself, had begun to lose those feelings.
Just one more hug.
You gave the best hugs in his opinion.
Even as you lean into Yeonjun while he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, Hoseok can’t think of anything but being able to wrap his arms around you and pull you to him one more time. You had this habit of giggling whenever he picked a random moment to encase you in his embrace and he used to revel in the feeling of your body vibrating with happiness against his own.
Now, he begs for the sensation.
If he were brave, he’d throw all caution to the wind and march right over to you so that he could feel your hug again. He would press his nose into your neck and crush you to him like he wants whilst everyone else watches their boss crumble below your fingertips.
But he’s not brave. He’s a fucking coward. Hoseok proved the statement to himself when he cancelled his engagement and broke up with you.
He was too much of a coward to handle your lifestyle. He wasn’t brave enough to continue loving you even after the fact because he wasn’t able to charge through the obstacles that came with loving someone in the military. Worst of all, he was too much of a chicken to approach you on the night of the New Years’ party. He was so ashamed that he couldn’t even look at you.
So he dyed his hair flame orange.
Don’t get him wrong- he definitely likes the style- but he wouldn’t do something crazy like that on a normal day and he could definitely think of a few other aesthetic things he could do to his body to make you look at him.
Maybe an eyebrow piercing. Maybe a lip piercing. Hoseok doubled back on those thoughts when he thought about their more permanent- and painful- consequences.
So he ended up dying his hair. He did it so that you’d have to instinctually look at the strong color; so that you’d have to look at him first.
He also got himself a girlfriend. Maybe it would spur the jealousy in you so that he could know for sure if you still cared or not.
To say that his plan worked was the truth- you undoubtedly eyed his hair when he stepped in front of you after Laci approached you- but you didn’t look at him in the way that he wanted you to. In fact, you almost seemed to dote on his relationship like a proud mother. The notion made him frustrated.
Because you were happy for him; he didn’t want you to be happy for him. He’s usually so good at keeping his emotions concealed from those around him, but when he had Laci on his side and your happy eyes driving him further into the ground, he couldn’t help but feel the guilt of a thousand criminals weighing on his psyche.
That’s what he is, anyway. A criminal. He had no right to do what he did to you.
Hoseok is very aware of the pain he caused you on the night that he left you and he is also conscious of the fact that you felt that pain for a very long time from the way Namjoon had explained it. He’d heard through the grape vine that you stopped talking to the guys as often as you used to and that you had been in a handful of reckless situations after the breakup. For crying out loud, you’d apparently gotten fucking shot.
It seems that that stage of your life has long been over, though.
You sit so content now, next to Yeonjun, and you have a beautiful smile on your lips that displays just how much you’ve grown since being his fiancé.
He hates the idea of you with someone else now but he loves the idea of you being content. When you left the New Years’ party, he knew that any future he had with you was over and done with. It didn’t matter that you were retiring- any hope he might have had to maybe be yours again was long gone.
Like he did at many of the team dinners before, Hoseok gets up with jealousy pushing his anger to the visible surface. His chair scrapes loudly against the floor despite the loud commotion of the occupants in the restaurant and he can feel the eyes of his employees on him as he begins stalking angrily away.
The bathroom at this place has become his sanctuary by this point. He finds that he makes an escape to it every time they come here after work. His own little solitude, away from the chaos that you bring into his mind at these dinners, serves as the perfect oasis to calm him down.
Hoseok follows the corridor down to where the single bathroom sits nudged into the center, under a lone ceiling light, and he goes to grab the brass knob but finds it locked.
Sighing heavily, he leans against the wall and tips his head back with his eyes closed in wait. Many things cross his mind now that he's separated himself from the loudness of the team dinner.
Unsure of how much time has gone by, he blames the lengthy silence for how much he jumps when the door finally opens and RaKeisha steps out.
“Mr. Jung?“
He smiles quickly to cover up the unsound state of his mind.
"You took your time,” he jokes.
The woman steps out from the bathroom slowly, unsurely, and he can tell from the way she slightly missteps that the alcohol has begun to affect her equilibrium.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was just trying to freshen up a little."
"Don't fret, Kei. I was just messing around. And how many times must I tell you to call me Hoseok at these functions?"
She giggles lightly and begins to walk forward. "At least once more, Mr. Jung."
Suddenly, she stumbles, and he instinctively rushes to catch her.
Hoseok grunts with effort as she spills into his arms heavily. Her hands fly desperately to assist in catching herself and she makes a small sound- a squeak- as she was preparing to meet her end.
He's able to steady her after a few struggle-filled moments and he's thankful that he acted quick enough to keep her from tumbling onto the floor.
“Are you okay?” He asks, looking down at her worriedly.
She chuckles sheepishly with embarrassment.
“I am.”
And then she looks up at him with those eyes.
Somehow, they look like yours.
Rakeisha’s skin complexion is much different from yours. Her eyebrows are shaped differently and her hair isn't the same. Overall, she looks nothing like you.
But the way she looks at him is the way you once did.
Rakeisha's eyes are wide and undeniably beautiful as she looks up at him and he can't help but only see you as her face gets close to his. Your nose, your lips, your eyelashes; you stare up at him as he stares down at you.
“Hoseok,” you whisper in the voice that isn't yours. His heart gallops away in his chest as he scrambles to clear his mind of the illusion. His arms tighten around the body that isn't yours, yet his mind remembers exactly what it was like to hold you so intimately.
And then you lean in. And so does he.
Hoseok kisses the lips that aren't yours as if they are, clutching tightly onto you so that he can pour out everything he feels for you to let you know he wanted to come back to you. He really did. And now, it’s too late.
But then, you gasp. The real you gasps.
He thinks he imagines it as he feels his adrenaline pump in his veins and his heart hammer away in his chest. Maybe you feel it when he tightens his arms around you and pulls you so that your chest presses against his own. He wants you to feel everything.
But then, the illusion is gone and it is RaKeisha who still stands fused to his body. You are not the one he holds like his life depends on it. He’s not holding the one who truly makes him happy.
Hoseok turns to look at your wide, shocked eyes with RaKeisha still chasing after his lips in his arms.
Looking back, continuing to hang out with Yeonjun whilst knowing that he wanted to be with you may not have been your wisest decision.
The both of you agreed that you did not want anything like that- it's purely friendship at this point- but you can't help the shame that comes with yet another failed attempt at moving on. It's now been almost four years since the separation and you've failed every time you tried again.
But when you see Hoseok storm off to the bathroom yet again, you can't help the small itch at the back of your mind that tells you that it could be because of you.
You want your presence to irritate him. You want him to be bothered by the fact that you're being friendly with another guy. The idea of making Hoseok jealous is much too enticing to resist.
Is this yet another red flag?
Meh.
The likelihood that his jealousy stems from being without you is extremely minuscule- if not nonexistent. It's a lot more likely that he's jealous of you.
He's also failed at getting into another relationship since Laci and it might have torn him up a lot more than he lets on. And, although the two of them are no longer together, you tend to catch yourself comparing yourself to her on occasion.
The dinner continues without your Chief Supervisor and people begin to get antsy because of his absence. A few of the younger employees get a little out of hand and the older ones wonder where he is so that he can instill some professionalism back into the group.
You volunteer to go check on him without thinking twice about it. Must be the beer.
You leave the large room, following Hoseok’s path, and look down at the floor unconsciously so that you can walk straighter. Part of you wonders if he’s actually using the bathroom or if he’s just sitting in there shutting himself away like he does when he’s overcome with emotion.
When you look up, the hallway to the bathroom is dark yet the door to it is lit by the ceiling light right above it like a spotlight. It allows you to see the silhouettes of two people entangled with each other. Immediately, you recognize the shape of Hoseok’s hair draped over whoever he is bound to. It falls just long enough to touch her forehead.
He grunts softly and his arms tighten around whoever he’s with as you get closer, yet your steps are losing the speed they were at before because you realize that your heart is quickly crumbling to the floor.
When you get close enough, you pick out the locks on RaKeisha’s head dangling down. Hoseok holds her to him so tightly that her back is forced to bow her body into him.
You couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving your lips if you tried. The sight punches a hole in your chest and the air from your lungs.
They don’t move at the sound of your breath, yet they detach from each other quickly after another beat of heated kissing and tightening arms. As if they convey ‘I don’t want to let you go.’ Your emotions are a maelstrom in your head and the chaos makes it seem like things move in slow motion.
Hoseok brings his hand up to thumb at the corner of his lips. RaKeisha adjusts her shirt back over her stomach because it had somehow ridden up over her waist while they were kissing.
“Y/N-” she starts, swallowing thickly. “I- uh-”
Even though you know you shouldn’t be, you feel extremely petty and unnaturally jealous of her as you wait for her to spout some nonsense to you. She’s your friend, yet the audacity she had to kiss your ex-fiancé- even though she didn’t know about your history with him at all- temporarily wipes you of common sense.
“Y/N,” Hoseok speaks instead, out of breath and donning an extremely guilty look on his face. It’s too dark to tell, but you’re almost one hundred percent sure that he’d look pale if you could see him properly.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes. The pettiness has left a bitter taste on your tongue and a block of ice in place of your heart. It prevents you from putting any effort towards trying to understand the situation because- oh, for fuck’s sake- it’s obvious that it is exactly what it looks like.
“I didn’t ask,” you say. Okay, maybe you drank a bit more than you thought. You’re not usually this short with people.
Hoseok hesitates for a moment while RaKeisha ducks her head and books it. The retreat leaves you alone with him.
“Okay.” His voice is lowered by the uncertainty in it.
You respond almost automatically. “Okay.”
He stands there, head lowered, and purses his lips while you stare at him observantly. He can’t seem to meet your eyes because of how you’re looking at him. Good, you muse. You hope he feels small.
“Well,” You suck in a breath, bring your lips between your teeth, and begin to turn away. “I’m going back to the dinner.”
“Y/N-” He stumbles forward as he reaches out. “Wait.”
“Why the fuck would I wait for you?” It’s too easy for the question to come spilling out and it comes out too fast for you to at least control the way you ask it. You turn to look at him with your anger finally exposed on your face and he recoils and pulls his hand back to his side as if the question has burned him. Red hot rage boils in your blood and controls your words. “You couldn’t wait for me.”
He opens his mouth and then closes it because you know that he has absolutely nothing to say. You are right and he knows it.
Instead of speaking to further the conversation any more, you begin walking away.
His fingers wrap around your arm in a crushing grip and yank you back in such a direction that your back thumps against the wall. A dull ache resounds from where your shoulder blades came into contact with it. The action alone makes you want to fight him because of how he thinks he just has the right to touch you.
“What the fuck, Hoseok!” You hiss and raise your arm to rip it from his grasp.
“Just-” He raises his hands up in surrender, obviously apologetic, and looks away from you. “Just stop-” He grits his teeth, balls his hands into fists, and drops them to his sides. “- stop leaving me.”
“What the hell do you mean?” You bite. It feels good to cuss so much at him. “What else am I supposed to do?”
Angrily, you poke your finger into his chest to accentuate your words. “You left me, asshole.”
He sighs harshly and leans into you with his hand on the wall despite the aggression in your actions. Unconsciously, your hands come up and fold in front of your chest at the new closeness.
“That wasn’t- it wasn’t-” He bares his teeth in frustration and then licks his lips, struggling. “It didn’t end how I wanted it to.”
You scoff in disbelief. “Look, Hoseok. What we had is over with. It has been for years.” It hurts you to say it. “But what still hurts is the fact that you wanted it to end.”
He slams his hand against the wall twice, shaking his head vehemently. “No, no! Not like that! I didn’t wa-”
But you don’t want to hear what he has to say. You’re done with his excuses. “I’m not who I used to be, so don’t give me that.”
He goes quiet again, letting you speak.
“But thank you for everything. Genuinely, thank you. You were the best and worst thing that ever happened to me and I’m grateful that you did what you did because it allowed me to grow.”
He’s incredibly silent as you conclude your interaction. “I’m done with this conversation.”
And you walk away, leaving him in the dark hallway.
Hey! Thanks for reading! Part two will be out soon!
#fic: fair winds#jung hoseok#hoseok x reader#hoseok angst#hoseok smut#hoseok fic#jhope#jhope x reader#jhope smut#jhope fic#bts fanfic#jhope angst#choi yeonjun#yeonjun#bts fic#jhope au#hoseok au#hobi#hobi fic
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can I request a hobie brown x black reader who has a symbiote.
Toxic
Hobie x black!gn!reader
There’s no warnings for this one I don’t think!
Hobie had zoned out a while ago as Miguel debriefed him, Miles, and Pav for their next mission. He tried to listen. He really honestly did. Miguel just has such a boring face and tone, nothing but ‘teamwork’ this and ‘rules’ that or his personal favorite, ‘Hobie stop going in head first!’ That followed by him probably cursing in Spanish.
He slouched in the chair and glanced over at Miles who was paying very close attention to everything being said. His leg bouncing as he…is he taking notes?!
Before Hobie could poke fun at him a portal opened revealing two people dressed in civilian clothes unlike the other spiders. One was a taller man that he recognized as one of his few friends in the society. He had a symbiote called venom. The other was someone he didn’t recognize but wanted to very soon when he saw those form fitting jeans and that sweet looking face.
“This is Eric James aka Venom of Earth 6-45 and [f.name] [l.name] aka Toxin of Earth 5-428. They’re gonna be your muscle for this mission but that doesn’t mean slack off. I’ll leave you to come up with a plan for tomorrow.” Hobie rolled his eyes as he walked off.
He felt eyes on him and turned to see you reading over a file but it wasn’t you that was staring. It was the only black head with large white eyes and razor teeth that came from your shoulder. It stared at him silently before you sighed and looked up at him apologetic. “Sorry about them. They have a staring problem.” Your voice was soft and calm. He didn’t know how to explain it but you sounded like lavender.
“I’m working on it!” The head argued with a rainbow sheen shining in the light.
You nodded and laughed a bit, “you’re working on it.”
The Brit smirked, “eh, s’lright. I get stares often.”
You looked at him and batted your lashes, “I bet you do.” Your symbiote visibly perked up, “oh we are flirting?” White milky eyes wide and grin even larger. You huff, “well I was trying Tox.” The head bobbed as it nodded, “tell him he is hot!” “Toxin! Please!”
Hobie struggled to hold in his laughter as he watched the two of you bicker. Miles walked up beside him and stared concerned and curious. “What’s happening?” The boy asked.
His punk friend through an arm over his shoulder, “pretty sure ‘m gettin’ hit on, bruv.”
“Ugh, you can’t read the room for shit!”
“I’m trying to help you [name]! You’re not doing a very good job, he's laughing at you…”
“I wonder why…”
#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x black!reader#atsv x black!reader#atsv x reader#I just HAD to change mate to bruv it was giving Australian#I couldn’t take it!
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Dance class
Hobie x goofy reader
Pole dancing
Slightly teasing from reader
Lightly edited sorry if it flows weird I was adding over months now lol
I did a private pole dancing class for my friends and me for my birthday back in August and had been sitting on this since then 😮💨 I just couldn't wrap it up so I kept putting it aside.
Anyways it was a lot of fun and definitely a work out!I'm thinking about going back for classes when I get a more normal work schedule. 10/10 would recommend as long as you're ready to be sore the next day that is 🤣.
Hobie stepped through your window to the sound of music playing. He came to a hault watching you walk in a seductive circle next to the arm of the couch before dropping with a little bounce using the couch arm as leverage.
"Well, now what do we 'ave here?" He gave a low whistle as his eye raked your form. You were in a crop top and shorts looking a little out of breath.
"Hobie!" You smiled, getting up only to proceed to jump on the man, knowing he could catch you. "Hey!" You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso.
"Hey to you too, didn't except such a warm welcome... maybe i should go away for long times more often," he chuckles, his hands rested under your thighs to keep you steady.
He had a habit of coming and going as he pleased that you didn't mind. He reminded you of the stray cat you used to feed when you were younger. As long as he responded to your messages every so often or stopped in, you'd always welcome him. You guys had been in an unlabeled, sorta relationship. You didn't feel the need to pressure him into anything and vice versa. As long as you both were comfortable that's all you cared about.
"Like you don't already," you teased, rolling your eyes before placing a small peck on his lips and jumping down.
"Hm" He hummed shaking his head as he watched you started the music over, getting back into what he assumed was your starting position.
"So what's this about, then?" He took a seat on the ground,placing his guitar against the wall.
"Ah right! Remember how I told you iI wanted to start taking some sorta dance class?" You paused your music talking to him as you stretched. Bending over to reach as far as you could toward your toes, you looked up at him, seeing him nod.
"I decided to take pole dancing classes! They've been really fun! Everyone's super sweet and supportive, and I've never been in a space so body positive before! They accept female and male students at the classes too its really...Hobie? Love? Are you listening?" You stood up looking down at hobie, who seemed to be in a daze.
His mind was racing, the idea of you pole dancing, setting his thoughts...ablaze. The idea had never crossed his mind before. When you said you were thinking of taking a dance class he'd assumed it'd be something like zumba, maybe ballet , even a hip hop class but pole dancing...his eyes focused on your body starting from you thighs up. You were closer than before snapping to get his attention.
As his eyes made contact with your worried face, he Shaking his head to bring himself back to you. He hoped you wouldn't notice the heat burning his cheeks or the way he couldnt quite meet your eyes...and maybe anyone else might not have noticed. However, you always did pick up on these things.
Your hand came to rest on his forehead, checking if he had a temperature before cupping his cheeks and titling his head side to side gently, checking for any signs of injury.
"Are you okay, darling...I didn't even check on you like I normally do when you come back. I didn't see any visible damage so I just assumed..." You voice was sweet and so full of worry as you looked him over only making the heat and his embarrassment worsen as he realized he'd been caught.
"No uh I'm fine luv really just had a moment that's all" his hands came to rest on yours pulling them from his cheeks. His eyes couldn't meet yours as he tried to calm himself down. You looked him over, gaze calculating as you tried to figure out what's wrong or could have happened.
You didn't remember seeing anything major for spiderpunk recently and the sudden change was only after you told him...
oh so that's what it is. You smiled. A mischievous look in your eyes.
"Hobie~ don't tell me you're all flustered because I told you I took up pole dancing~" you teased. You felt his fingers twitch against yours as he still refused to look at you.
"Look at me,love" you laced your fingers with his giving them a squeeze. He gave an embarrassed chuckle before looking into your amused eyes.
"You're getting a kick out this ain't ya" He huffed, feigning annoyance, the sheepish grin on his face giving away his real feelings.
"That I am! You're just so cute like this!" You boop his nose causing him to scoff in mock offense.
"I knew me pole dancing would get a rise out of you but I didn't expect it to fluster you so much mr.cool guy" you snickered before deciding to back off, winking you stood up mentally taking a picture of the obviously ruffled punk.
"Anyway, as i was saying before somebody's mind wandered off on me. It's pretty fun a little bruising, and I've been sore for days now but fun none the less" you chuckled, pointing out your sore muscles as if he could magically see the nonvisble bruising.
"Now i'm gonna go back to practicing beacuse as you know im horrible at staying on beat, " chuckling, you once again restarted the music. Hobie nodded, giving you his full attention as he watched you get into position and start a routine. He watched as you walked in a slow seductive circle, the way your hips moved to the beat ,maybe your own beat, but he wasn't judging, when you swung them from side to side. You gave him a little wink over your shoulder as you bent at the waist, giving your ass a little shake that caused the heat to rush back up his neck, definitely just to his face. He coughed to trying to hide his surprise causing you to laugh before focusing on the next move. He watched the whole time in silence. Watching the way you moved and laughed as you just enjoyed yourself and immersed in the dancing. It was sexy yeah but it was also beautiful to see you so confident and happy in yourself. He could see the moments you'd stumble due to not having the pole, and he pondered in if he could build one for you before an idea hit him.
Your dance came to an end with you sitting back on your knees in front of him. Hobie clapped and whistled, yelling praises, causing you to laugh, grinning widely as you thanked him.
"So whatcha think! It's a bit weird for me. The pole isn't that big a part of the routines, but it's definitely important to it. I'll have to record myself at the next class so you can see the full thing...or maybe I should get one of those poles you can put in your house" You pondered aloud as hobie got up to help you up. You smiled up at him in thanks before continuing on talking about the poles you'd looked up online. You paused as hobie nodded along obviously not listening before he walked to the middle of your living room. He moved your coffee table to the side before looking up to the roof in thought.
"Hobie? Love? Did I lose you again? If I'm boring ya you could just say so..." You voiced your confusion sounding a bit hurt. It wasn't normal for Hobie to ignore you like this. Usually he was hanging onto your every word regardless of the topic but as you watched him stand in the middle of your living room, his brows pinched in thought you realized he definitely wasn't paying attention to your words.
"I'm gonna go get a water then....did you want anything?" At his silence you walked past him toward your kitchen,grabbing a water bottle you leaned against the fridge a clear view of hobie who was still just staring between your roof and the floor in thought.
You huffed, taking a gulp of water only to almost choke when hobie shot his webbing at your ceiling. He continued connecting muiple webs between the ceiling and floor. You watched ,stunned, not sure what was happening.
Your eyes widened as he stood back, nodding with a grin before he jumped at the webbing, using his arms to hold him up as he span around it before letting go landing in front of you.
Your shocked expression quickly became one of laughter as hobie stood up, turning to you with clear pride and accomplishment on his face.
"What...whats so funny,huh?" He grinned coming to stand in front of you. Laughter shook your body as his hands reached for yours wanting to guide you to his masterpiece.
You took his hand finally calming down. Hobie guided you to the webbing in your livingroom excited to show what he'd done.
"Nothing nothing it's just not everyday you see the hobie brown stand in silence only to do parkour in the middle of your livingroom" You teased a few giggles still escaping.
"Well, it's not every day the hobie brown comes up with amazing ideas..actually scratch that my ideas are usually this amazing so you're welcome" He said in a false haughty tone, smiling as you rolled your eyes playfully before looking the webbing over.
"Alright, what's this amazing idea have to do with you webbing my living room. Hm? I hope that comes off without ruining the walls?" You raised an eyebrow at him glaring playfully. This definitely wasn't the first time webbing had made its way into your place but the large amount concerned you a bit.
"I made you a pole! It's sturdy, holds any weight, and is definitely softer on the body than any pole you'd buy. And don't worry I'll get you the dissolvent when you need it. You wont even notice it was there" his grin was wide, he was obviously very pleased with himself and was waiting for you to be too.
"Hmm" You hummed in exaggerated agreement. Placing a hand out you gripped the so called pole surprised by the firmness. It really did feel similar enough to the poles you'd been working with at the class. You leaned against it content as it didn't shift or move against your weight. Nodding in approval you peaked at hobie to see him pretending not to care about your examination.
You walked around it looking it over from top to bottom. The top and bottom were thick and flared wide against your roof and floor boards. As you looked it over you realized he had made it similar to the pole you rambled about earlier.
'Guess he was listening...' You think to yourself a small smile on your face as you look over to him. He was still watching you face relaxed. He gave off an air of nonchalance but you knew better than to fall for his poker face.
"Hobie~and here i thought you were ignoring me earlier!" you said his name in a sing-song voice causing him to crack a smile immediately. He shook his head in amusement as you walked over the smile never dropping.
"So what do you think?" His hands came to rest on your waist as you placed yours on his cheeks, squishing slightly.
"Its amazing hobs. Thank you for making it for me. I'm sure it's better than any I'd have bought especially since my favorite boy made it for me~" you wink at him at the end. You might not see it but his skin warming under your hands and the way his eyes flicker across your face before coming back to meet yours tells you he's flustered once more.
"You'll have to give my thanks to spiderpunk" you tease laughing as you lean up and give him a quick peck before pulling away, excited to try out the pole and put on a hopefully better show for him. You hear him huff, muttering something about tease under his breath.
"Come on I wanna do the dance for you properly now!! At least, to the best of my abilities!" You laugh as you run over to start the music back up. Hobie smiles going to sit down on the couch you'd been using earlier glad to see he was able to make you so happy.
"Alright, let's see it then. You'll have to teach me a few moves, yeah?" He watched you nod eagerly, excited to share your current pastime with him.
#hobie brown x reader#rainbow's bookshelf#spiderpunk x y/n#shameless projecting#i really have been sotting on this forever so enjoy i hope lol
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Hobie Brown x Fem! reader spicy
imagine, you and Hobie are together at a party with your other friends, like Gwen, Miles… etc. etc
in this small party, the place was very crowded, the music was loud but at that moment you didn't care that much, you just wanted to have fun for one night
You were bored so you made Gwen come to the dance floor with you because Hobie walked out of the party with Miles
While you and Gwen were dancing you feel a hand on your ass, at first you didn't pay much attention thinking it was Hobie when you turned around and were shocked and scared at the same time
the unknown boy said, "hey cutie what's a little thing like you doing here?"
Gwen replied to the boy defending you: “who do you think you are? leave her alone!”
the boy gave Gwen a hand on the shoulder making her fall, after that he started stroking your cheek and said “come on baby, could you come to my house and be together~”
you were about to reply in a rage when I heard a hoarse voice: “get those dirty hands off my girlfriend, you dickhead”
you turn around and see it was Hobie, Miles was there as well helping Gwen up off the floor
the boy replied with a laugh: "Why asshole otherwise what are you doing?"
Hobie walked up to me and said: “baby could you do me a favor and close your eyes? you won't like the show"
you were about to stop Hobie when Miles grabbed your arm leading you out of the club, you were worried… but Miles he try to calm you telling you Hobie will have no problem arguing with that guy
after half an hour of time, you saw Hobie leave the club with a pissed look on his face, you tried to hug him but he said: "when we get home let's have a talk"
this time you were more worried than ever, Hobie picked you up clinging to the buildings and you arrived at your apartment
have you tried to speak saying with teary eyes with the fear that he wanted to leave you: "hobie I'm sorry I acted like a fool, I should have known how to defend myself but I was so scared ... and sorry-"
he took your cheeks with one hand kissing you hard and said: "don't say those things anymore, I will do everything to protect ya, I'm so pissed that asshole put his hands on ya”
he approached your ear whispering and licking the lobe and biting it gently: "only I can touch ya, no one else… because you are mine and only"
after you heard those words spoken by Hobie, you felt your cunt throb, this whole situation was turning you on more and more
“Do ya understand baby?”
to answer her question, you nod your head because it was a completely awkward situation
“Nono baby, I wanna hear ya”
you looked down completely red in the face, Hobie always had this sexy and dominant attitude that turned you on… from the first day you saw him
“look at me when i talk to ya baby… i want your pretty eyes on me”
you finally looked up to face and please him:
“Yes… Hobie, I- I understand and I’m yours”
he laughed and started looking at you with a hunger in his eyes, all he wanted was to make you scream his name
“good girl, was it that hard to say it?”
after that, he releases his hand from your cheeks and with both hands he begins to explore your body causing more excitement
“In this dress it wouldn't surprise me that some motherfucker is approaching ya"
you looked at him and you say: "Hobie I'm sorry, if you want I won't wear it anymore... I-"
"Shut up, that's not what I meant, ya look beautiful in that dress I just mean that you are so beautiful that every guy approaches you and this makes me jealous"
in response to what he said, you hugged him and said against his chest "Hobie, I only want you"
he returned the hug by squeezing your hips and kissing your head
“I just want to protect ya and love ya, that's all I want”
“Hobie…awww you are so sweet, you gonna make me cry”
you pulled away from him, kissed him and he reciprocated making the situation hot again
“how about we go to the bedroom now huh?”
you had no chance to answer that he grabbed you and threw you on the bed closing the door
do you all want a second part~?
For those interested, I'm writing a wattpad story about Hobie brown!
Account: federica2601, story name: “you are my muse” <3
#hobie headcanons#hobie spiderverse#hobie smut#hobie x y/n#hobie x you#hobie my beloved#hobie brown#hobie x reader
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