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hi! can i pretty please request a bts reaction to when they kick you out of the car during an argument but then when he goes looking for you after coming to his senses, you're nowhere to be found? make it really angsty please i'm in the mood for heartbreak; thank u so much, ily and have a great day ahead!

He can't find you after asking you to leave during an argument ~ BTS Reactions

Genre: Heavy Angst Warnings: Curse Words, Intense arguments, The reason for the argument in Jungkook's scenarios is quite ambiguous so you can choose any situation that you like.

A/n: Since you've asked for angst ;) also struggled to come up with a scenario for joonie who can't drive, like who'd ask the driver to get out of the car LMAO

Kim Namjoon:

The car had been parked at the side of the highway, your fingers trembling because of how firmly you were gripping the steering wheel.

"What is your problem, Namjoon?" you sighed in defeat. "You've been ignoring me for the past two hours. If you have a problem with me then just tell me. You didn't need to behave as though I was invisible to you in front of everyone. That was embarrassing."

Namjoon sat quietly in the passenger seat, bouncing his leg and looking out of the window at the passing cars.

"Just tell me what's the problem," you pleaded desperately. "Namjoon, talk to me-"

He moved away from you when you reached for his hand, staring back at you through the darkness of the car.

"You," he stated simply. "You're the problem."

"What?" you whispered in shock. "What do you mean?"

"I can't believe you, (Y/n). You-" he clicked his tongue. "You're saying that you were embarrassed? You embarrassed me, (Y/n). How could you have spoken that way to my parents?"

You turned to look away, pained at the words that were falling from his mouth.

"That was so unlike you? You're never this way, and it really surprised me to see the way you were talking with them. Not in a good way, by the way."

You nodded meekly. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it."

"There's a reason why I've not been speaking to you, (Y/n). It angered me so much because my mum was clearly upset. I didn't want to talk about this until I was calm because I know you'd get upset. I just wanted to be by myself, I'm surprised you didn't get the hint already."

At least the darkness surrounding the two of you hid your tears away from Namjoon.

"Okay, alright. We won't be home for another forty minutes, do you think you could handle being with me until then?"

He sighed deeply, turning to look away from you.

"Could you like, give me some time?"

You breathed out shakily, understanding what he was meaning to say.

"Okay."

Without another word, you opened the door and stepped out, leaving the keys and everything that you had with you back in the car. You understood that Namjoon needed to be alone for a while, and truth be told, you couldn't stand staying in the car anymore.

So with the first breath of fresh air that you took in, you let the tears fall, keeping your head low as you closed the door and walked to the other side of the road next to the bridge.

Ten minutes later, Namjoon got off of the phone with his mum. Although she was upset, she explained that after speaking with Namjoon's father who had noticed you being incredibly nervous to be meeting them for the first time, she realized that you speaking casually and oversharing was just because you were afraid.

After giving it some thought, Namjoon understood that it was only natural. He'd seen the way you couldn't sleep the night before because you'd been too scared to meet his parents, and instead of comforting you, he misunderstood your intentions and decided to take his anger out on you.

Maybe he just wanted everything to go smoothly. But at least now he could tell you that his mother didn't take it to heart. So, slipping his phone into his pocket, he opened the door of the car to call for you.

Frowning in confusion, Namjoon looked around for a few seconds in search of you, but he couldn't spot you anywhere. He walked towards the bridge so that he could have a better view, turning his head frantically in almost every direction, hoping that he'd catch sight of you.

"(Y/n)?!"

He immediately reached for his phone to call you, but you didn't answer his phone. He gulped anxiously, suddenly realizing that it was too late for you to be out alone. He walked back to your side of the car to take the keys out and lock the door when he noticed your phone on your seat.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, grabbing both your phone and the keys before slamming the door shut, turning first to the left and then to the right side of the highway. Which way should he take? You couldn't have gone too far, but he could lose you if he took the wrong way.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," he mumbled to himself, deciding to go left because it was in the opposite direction of the car. You could've walked that way so that Namjoon wouldn't notice you. He touched his forehead with fingers that were trembling, his eyes glossing over with tears of fear.

"I'm so sorry, please be safe."

Kim Seokjin:

"I don't understand why you're getting so worked up about this? Like - it's my kitchen too! I can cook what I want and when I want to? Why did you have to go and tell Yoongi to 'drive some sense' into me? What is actually wrong with you?"

"I can't believe you right now," you groaned in frustration.

"I have absolutely no problem with you cooking, Jin! The problem is that you cook like we're cooking for an entire army and then the food goes to waste! You keep saying you're cooking for the boys and then you leave the food back - which you don't even put in the fridge by the way - and then by the time we're both back home from work, the food is spoilt and stinking!"

"Why are you so bothered about it?" He yelled, raising a hand in question.

"Because I pay for the groceries, Jin!"

"Then get your hands off of it! For God's sake," Jin banged his hand on the steering wheel, "I didn't think I'd get married to a mother who never stops nagging! Sometimes I just wish you would shut up!"

"You know what? I will. I thought you'd be mature enough and at least listen to me!"

"(Y/n)," he sighed, clearing his throat and holding a hand up. "Don't give me that shit. I've been listening to you for the past few years. I'm tired of it now, okay? Just... stop. Please, give me a break."

"We're supposed to work through this, Jin."

"Well, I don't want to, okay?" He snapped, turning briefly to glare at you.

"Stop nagging me like a mother!"

"Then stop behaving like a stubborn brat!" You screamed back at him.

Jin's jaw clenched in fury, driving in absolute silence for a few seconds before he reached for the indicator. He stopped the car at the side of the road, unlocking your side of the door and pointing towards it.

"Get out."

"Why should I?"

"Get out of my car, (Y/n). If you think you're so great and mighty, find your own way back home. I can't stand being with you."

"How could you be so insensitive?" You asked him in disbelief, the sun that was streaming in through the window beginning to burn the skin of your arm.

"We're almost home! Just drive back without a fuss, will you?"

"No, I won't. I don't want to be with you right now. Please, just get out."

"Jin," you gasped. "Why are you doing this?"

"Just get out already before I say something that I regret!" He exploded, leaving you dumbfounded. A sudden wave of anger overcame you, opening the door in fury and stepping out.

"Screw you, Jin!"

Slamming the door as hard as you could, you began to walk away from the car, huffing in exasperation and holding a hand over your face to shield yourself from the scorching heat. The roar of the engine behind made you scoff, turning back to see Jin taking off without a second thought.

The screech of the tires over the ground of the basement made Jin wince, aggravating the dull headache that he'd been experiencing due to the heat. After parking the car, Jin reached over to take his sunglasses and wallet from the glove compartment, when he noticed a small carton of an ORS in the corner along with a sweet that you had kept in there.

A sudden wave of concern washed over Jin, realizing that you hadn't eaten lunch because of the fight that had taken place and you'd even left the drink and the chocolate back that you'd normally carry with you on a sunny day in case you felt dizzy.

Jin played with his lip, deep in thought. He reached home in 7 minutes, and the walk back home was around twenty minutes from where he'd left you. Without any hesitation, Jin turned the car back on, driving out of the basement of the apartment complex in search of you.

It frustrated him even more that you weren't answering his calls, hoping that you'd decline his call in anger so that he'd at least know that you're okay and were conscious enough to respond that way. But it kept ringing until he reached the automated voice message that said that you were busy.

After driving around for fifteen minutes, Jin gave up and got out of his car to go looking for you on foot, with the ORS and the chocolate in his hand in case he'd find you sitting down in some place due to weakness.

"Shit, (Y/n)," he whispered dreadfully to himself, not knowing how to find you, overcome with worry and regret. Wiping away the sweat on his forehead, he bent forward and gripped his knees, trying to catch his breath.

He hoped you'd be fine. Even if you would be mad at him for the way he spoke to you, he just hoped you'd be safe and alright until he finds you.

"I'm such an idiot."

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi had been sitting alone in his car for the past twenty minutes, silently cursing himself for behaving so horribly with you. His hair was a mess from the number of times he'd pulled at it in frustration, alternating between resting his head on the steering wheel and cringing at himself and then throwing his head back against the seat to yell out in frustration.

"I'm so glad no paparazzi saw us! I don't want to be seen with you! And even if they did, who would ever think I'll date someone like you?"

To top it off, when you had suggested giving him his space, he agreed and asked you to get out of his car. You did, of course. But you didn't leave. He watched you walk away from the car and sit on the pavement of the road, waiting for him to blow off his steam. But he had to - he just had to - drive off, leaving you stranded and alone.

He regretted it not even a minute after he started driving, but his anger didn't let him turn back. So he continued driving until the words that he had spat at your face finally made sense to him.

How could he have said that to you?

Yoongi really hated that quality about himself. He knew people's weaknesses and he also knew when and exactly how to use it against them when he was blinded by anger. But never had he regretted doing what he did more than he did now, sitting alone in his car after driving around the entire evening with no sign of you.

You'd turned your phone off, and he couldn't find you in any of the places that you usually go to. He called the boys and asked them if you'd gone there, but they all said no. He had even made a trip back home in case you chose to go there, but you didn't.

So, with tears in his eyes, he decided to send you a message, knowing that even when you'd turn your phone back on, you wouldn't answer his call. But he needed you to know what he had to say.

(9:46 PM) Yoongi: Darling, I'm so sorry. I've been looking for you everywhere, but I can't find you. Please, at least tell me you're alright. I don't even mind the 'seen' under this message, as long as I know you're safe and you're reading this.

(9:50 PM) Yoongi: I didn't mean what I said, I was just...so angry. I know it's a horrible excuse, but I swear, I was only angry.

(9:51 PM) Yoongi: What you told me this afternoon surprised me so much. Never did I ever expect you to have a history with Namjoon, and the fact that I didn't know about this hurt me even more. It made me insecure, I guess. I don't know. But I really could only think about why you didn't tell me this as soon as we started dating.

(9:55 PM) Yoongi: Please, believe me, I didn't mean a single word that I said. I even hate myself for telling you to get out of the car. That was so low of me. I understand if you're hurt and you want to be away from me, but all I ask of you is to just tell me that you're okay. Please.

(10:01 PM) Yoongi: I want you to know that I love you.

(10:05 PM) Yoongi: Please, come back to me

Yoongi looked up at the night sky, feeling weak and anxious. He regretted speaking the way that he did with you. He wished he could turn back time and simply apologize to you as soon as he had spoken them, even if you would've given him the silent treatment or cursed at him or told him off, at least he'd be relieved that you were safe and in front of him.

Now he had no idea where to go. He needed to get to you, yet he didn't know how.

"I'm so sorry, darling."

Jung Hoseok:

"I don't know, hyung!" Hoseok yelled out, frantic eyes looking around in panic. "She's not here!"

"Just calm down, she couldn't have gone far. Where did you leave her?" Seokjin tried to calm Hoseok down but he too was worried, although he tried not to show it.

Both Jin and Jimin tried to calm Hoseok down a few hours ago when the two of you were fighting over something as small as who'd cook the dinner that night, but it escalated within a matter of seconds and both the boys were flabbergasted when Hoseok started telling you things he shouldn't have.

It was only natural that Hoseok would feel anxious the way he was now, especially after telling Jin over the phone that he had kicked you out of the car on the way back home because you both had gotten into another fight, and now he couldn't find you.

"I stopped near this pharmacy, I thought she'd at least be safe and could catch a cab if she decided to go somewhere, but she's not here and the guy in the store said she walked to the opposite side of the street after buying a bottle of water from here."

"You little shit," Jin cursed Hoseok under his breath. "You could think of her safety but not about her feelings?"

"I do care about her," Hoseok defended himself with a deep frown. "I don't want her to get lost or hurt."

"What about the way you hurt her, Hoba?" Jin questioned him. "What about that?"

Hoseok sighed shakily, his gaze dropping to the floor. "It's all my fault."

"Damn right."

"I need to find her, hyung," Hoseok whispered into the phone. "It's getting late, I don't want her to be alone."

"What's on the opposite side of the street?" Jin asked.

"Uh..." Hoseok squinted, not being able to read the words on the store.

"Shit, I don't have my glasses."

"Hoba, just take a breath, okay? If you're not in the right state of mind, you'll not be able to find her. Just take a breath and think of where she could go."

"What if something's happened? She tried calling me after I left but I declined the call. What if she needed me?"

Jin fell silent on the other end of the phone. He looked over at Jimin helplessly who'd been listening to the conversation with a frown on his face. Jimin shrugged, not really knowing what to do.

"Wait there for a while and keep trying to call her. Jimin and I are coming, we'll look for her together."

Hoseok nodded wearily.

"Okay, hyung."

Sitting on his haunches, Hoseok gently wiped at the sweat that was forming over his upper lip, sighing sorrowfully and shaking his head in regret.

"You're talking as if I don't do anything in the house, (Y/n)! I pay the bills and I get you things that you like in the house - that are not cheap by the way! I wash the dishes after you cook dinner and make the kitchen into a literal war zone. And now you're telling me that I sit and do nothing?"

"That's because-"

"No. No, you're wrong. I work much harder than you, my job is physically demanding and you don't seem to even bother about how tired I get! You don't even work as much as I do so the least you could do is cook us a meal without making it into a big deal! Why are you being so ungrateful?"

Hoseok groaned, tugging forcefully at his hair and letting out a tiny yell into the distance. Would he ever be able to make it up to you? He wasn't too sure, but finding you was what he needed to do first.

Park Jimin:

"You're not getting it, (Y/n)," Jimin shook his head adamantly. "I can't do that and you know it."

"You've been missing so many events and you get away with the excuse of your work, Jimin. Can't you just make it this time? I'm not even asking you for my sake, it's for your own daughter's annual day at school, Jimin. She'd feel so proud to see you in the audience."

"Look, I get what you're saying..." Jimin pursed his lips in concentration when he had to take a turn onto the highway. Looking around distractedly, Jimin scratched his eyebrow before looking at you.

"Uh... what was I saying?"

"You're not even serious about this," you rolled your eyes.

"My train of thought broke, (Y/n)," Jimin sighed. "You can't blame me for trying not to get us into an accident."

"I never said that at all."

"You didn't need to."

"Jimin, I- ugh," you groaned out loud, slapping your thighs in frustration. "You always do this! You always tell me you can't make it and I'm left to play the bad cop and break the news to our daughter that her father can't make it to someplace she wants him to be at the most!"

"You don't even understand this, do you?" He turned to look at you.

"Do you even understand that I am a part of a band? That if I don't be present during a show, how big of a deal it would be? It's not just me but my managers and staff - including the members - would have to make up an excuse for my absence. It's not just a few kid's parents who would wonder where my child's father is, it will be the whole world questioning me, (Y/n)."

"Right," you nodded, turning to look outside the window. "As if being present in your daughter's life is not big enough of a reason."

"I am present," his voice rose slightly. "What are you trying to say?"

"So you really haven't been listening to what I've been trying to say."

"Can you stop telling me I've not been listening? I am, but I'm not getting your point because it makes no sense!"

"Arguing with you is pointless, Jimin."

"Then why do you even start speaking?"

"Because, Jimin!" You threw your hands up into the air, looking across at him incredulously.

"How are you not even understanding what I'm trying to say? I just want you to come for your own daughter's annual day and not some random stranger and you can't even do that! Why should I always be the one to tell her that you can't come? Why do I always have to hear her tell me how much she hates me because she's upset you're not there?!"

"You're overreacting," Jimin scoffed. "Okay, fine, I'll tell her this time, alright? Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted?"

"For fuck's sake." You closed your eyes, shaking your head at how difficult Jimin was being.

"There's no need to curse, (Y/n). Stop behaving that way."

"I can't stand you, Jimin," you muttered under your breath.

Jimin looked at you for a moment, feeling hurt by your words. Nodding to himself, he stopped the car by the side of the road, pointing out and gesturing for you to step out of the car.

"Go ahead and get to your friend's place by yourself. If you can't stand me then there's no need for me to drive you there. Go."

"Jimin, what are-"

"Get going, (Y/n)."

You stared at him, feeling cornered under his burning gaze, nodding and deciding that you didn't have any more energy to argue with him. You took your bag and opened the door, slamming it shut and walking away without turning back.

"Thank you so much for this," Jimin whispered in a rush, placing his daughter who had fallen asleep on your friend's couch.

"No worries, should I come to help you look for (Y/n)?"

"No, no," he shook his head, sighing shakily and glancing down at his daughter. "Just stay with her until we come to get her back. Thank you once again."

"Anytime, Jimin. I hope you find her soon."

He nodded, walking out of the door. "Yeah, me too."

Jimin had given you a call as soon as he picked his daughter up from school, but you didn't answer, so he'd let it be thinking you were upset with him. But then your friend rang him up asking him why you hadn't reached her place yet, and that's when Jimin got worried.

He did leave you in the middle of the road, and he took it for granted that you'd be fine and safe as soon as he left. But now it had been five hours with no sign of you, while your phone was out of reach for the last two.

To say that Jimin was afraid would be an understatement. The look on his daughter's face when she had fallen asleep had made him feel incredibly emotional, and the fact that he didn't know where you were and if you were fine drove him crazy.

So with one last look at the window behind which his baby was sleeping, Jimin walked back to his car, wiping away the first tear that fell from his eyes.

"Please be safe, (Y/n). Wherever you are, I hope you're safe."

Kim Taehyung:

"How could you make this big of a decision without telling me, (Y/n)?" Taehyung yelled across at you who were equally frustrated.

"Taehyung, this is my life. If I decided to buy that house, then you shouldn't be questioning me. And I've been working hard every year and it's not like I've not told you I won't be buying up a place. This has been my plan all along."

Taehyung looked at you in disbelief. "Your life?"

"Yes, Taehyung."

"So I'm nothing to you?" He turned back to the road, his jaw clenching.

"Don't put words in my mouth. I never said that."

"It goes unsaid, (Y/n)!" He exclaimed, exasperated.

"This situation would only be normal if I was nothing to you! How could you even make such a huge decision without me knowing?"

"It's not like I'm moving right away," you replied, shaking your head at him. His eyes widened comically, raising a hand up in question.

"That's... not even the point? Whether you're moving in three hours or three months, the problem is that you bought a house without me knowing. And it's not even in the state, for heaven's sake! Did you not think about us when you bought the house?"

"It was a great deal, Taehyung," you sighed. "I wouldn't have found a flat at a cheaper rate if I had waited longer."

"So you're fine with us doing long distance? With the kind of work both you and I have? You'll move out of our place?" He inquired urgently.

"Why are you thinking so much? We have a lot of time to sort all of this out."

"I can't help but wonder, (Y/n)," his voice cracked, looking into your eyes with tears glistening in his own. "I don't want us to break up, and I can't help but feel like you don't feel the same anymore."

"That's not true," you disagreed, avoiding his eye. "But just like how you've made your life and lived your dreams, I want to do that too, Taehyung. I want to live...too."

"When did I ever stop you?" Taehyung asked you.

"What do you think you're doing right now?" You questioned with a raised eyebrow.

He fell silent, eyes trembling and looking straight at the road in front of him.

"You think I'm stopping you from living your dream?" He whispered dreadfully. "Is that why you didn't tell me about this?"

You looked away.

Taehyung breathed in sharply, feeling threatened and hurt. Pulling the car over at the side of the road, Taehyung got out of the car and walked to your side of the car. Opening the door, he wordlessly unbuckled your seatbelt and tugged at your hand until you were standing up.

"Go."

"Where?" You whispered.

"Go live your dreams. Do what you want. If I'm stopping you in any way, I'm not the right person for you. I'd rather be alone than be a person you can't even share this big achievement of your life with, (Y/n)."

"Taehyung..."

"No. I can't believe I've made you keep something this big away from me, only because you feel like I will stop you. You're free to go do what you need to do."

You caught his hand for a moment but he slipped it out of your grip with a shake of his head.

"Just...go."

"(Y/n)... I don't know where you've gone, but please, call me back, please. I'm sorry, okay? I won't stop you from doing anything, I promise. I just want to know where you are, and if you're safe. Let me see you once, please. Just...call me back. I love you."

Taehyung sat on the swing after looking for you for the past four hours, not knowing what went wrong. He thought you would've gone back to your parent's house, but you didn't. He called all of your friends and his but neither of them had seen you. Taehyung even went to the extent of walking to every shop that you usually buy things from, but everyone told Taehyung that you hadn't come by today.

To say Taehyung was not afraid would be a big lie. He feared that you had left the state to the house you had recently bought, and the fact that you weren't answering your phone made his heart race in regret. He couldn't bear to let you leave just like that. Not without seeing you, not without holding you and telling you just how much he loves you.

Wiping away his tears, his eyes kept running over the digits under your name on his phone, desperately hoping that you'd call him back. he just needed to know that you were alright.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/n)."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Jungkook, don't do that!" Namjoon gasped from the backseat of the car, reaching over to catch Jungkook's collar before he could get out of the car, but Jungkook was faster.

He sprinted across to the passenger side of the car, opening your door and pulling you out of the car.

"Just... go."

"Jungkook-" Namjoon got out of the car as well. "Just calm down for a second, will you?"

"I cannot stand her anymore, hyung!" Jungkook exploded. "I've had enough!"

"It's okay, Namjoon," you nodded assuringly in Namjoon's direction. "I understand."

"No," he shook his head, grabbing Jungkook by the arm who was fuming with anger.

"Get your act straight, boy. Right this instant!"

"Hyung, please don't ask me to stop. I cannot. I just cannot anymore!" He finished with a yell in your direction.

The cars in the distance were a mere blur, the three of you rendered silent with heavy puffs of breath escaping Jungkook's mouth. He continued to shoot you cold glares which you kept avoiding in guilt.

"You've crossed every fucking line this time, (Y/n)!" Jungkook screamed, reaching you in a single step and shoving an accusing finger in your face.

Namjoon walked closer to the two of you, squeezing his way in between you and Jungkook and holding a hand up against Jungkook's chest.

"Back off, Jungkook."

"She needs to back off," Jungkook's eyes never left yours. "She needs to back the fuck out of my life. I'm done with her."

"Jungkook!"

"It's alright, Namjoon," you simply pulled at his t-shirt. "I don't blame him"

"Get in the car, hyung," Jungkook seethed. "Please! Don't treat me like a child this time. Let me handle this."

"Not if you're not handling it properly."

"It's okay, Namjoon," you murmured, pushing him out of the way. He looked down at you desperately. "It's alright."

"You sure?"

"Mhm," you nodded, hoping to keep up your strong front until he went back in. "I'll be fine."

"Right," Jungkook scoffed lightly. Namjoon looked conflicted, but he touched your arm tenderly before nodding.

"I'm only a call away."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. "I know."

And just like that, Jungkook had Namjoon in the car within a few seconds, the tires screeching over the road before the car took off, leaving you in a place you had no idea how to get out of.

"You're a fucking jerk," Namjoon cursed at Jungkook, who sat quietly after they'd parked the car outside of the company building. "She was being honest with you and that's how you treat her? Do you have any idea how difficult it must have been to open up to you?"

"Being honest at what cost, hyung? I'd rather have had her not tell me this at all!"

"Don't you think that she might've not been able to keep it from you any longer? That maybe she trusts you enough to let you in on something that has been draining her with guilt and instead of comforting her, you kicked her out of your fucking car!"

Jungkook bit his lip, knowing that Namjoon was right somewhere down the line. Maybe he did overreact, but in his defense, even Jungkook needed some time to accept the weight of your admission.

"Should we look for her?"

"It's about time you came to your senses, boy."

Three hours in and never in his wildest dreams did Namjoon think he'd have to handle a devastated boy who just wouldn't stop bawling on the pavement of the road. They'd been looking all over, but to much dismay, neither of them could find you.

Three hours was also enough for Jungkook to finally realize the depth of the words that he had so easily spat at your face in a moment of anger, and there was no other word that could describe the fear that he felt in those moments.

"Hyung," Jungkook sobbed, grabbing his own knees pitifully. "Get her back to me, please!"

Namjoon sighed wearily, running a hand across the skin of his forehead and wiping away his sweat.

"I don't know where she could've gone, Jungkook."

"Oh god, no!" He wept, shaking his head frantically. "I need to tell her that I didn't mean anything that I said!"

"She'll be fine. Just wait for a while, Jungkook. Maybe she needs some time to clear her head."

"Fuck," Jungkook cursed in regret. "I'm such a jerk."

"Control yourself, Jungkook," Namjoon winced when Jungkook slapped himself across the face. "Stop that!"

"I need to see her! I need to tell her that I'm sorry, hyung! Help me!"

With tears pricking his own eyes, Namjoon turned away and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"She'll come back when she's ready, Jungkook."

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— burning love | jhs

♨ pairing: firefighter!hobi X firefighter!reader ♨ au/genre: fire department AU, workplace au, anti-valentine’s, coworkers2lovers, fwb2l, fluff, smut, angst ♨ rating: M ♨ wc: 5,266 🜂 warnings: longtime pining, reader gets a minor injury in the line of duty, catching fire, explicit smut, fingering, handjob, shower sex, vaginal penetration, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, cuddling ♨ an: thank you to @downbad4yoongi and @ressjeon for beta reading, and to @colormepurplex2 for storyboarding last night! this fic has a small bit of self-indulgence in celebration of @peachiilovesot7‘s birthday, which she shares with our birthday man, Hobi! i wanted to post this yesterday, but unfortunately, due to circumstances outside of my control, it’s only a day late. i hope you enjoy!

Rolling out of the bed, you glance at your phone to see it’s just past 5:30am. Silencing the alarm that had been blaring for the past few minutes, you stretch before tiptoeing your way through Hoseok’s room. Once in his bathroom, you eyeball the marks he left.

You know that Hoseok likes you, hell, you know that he wants more out of this ‘friends with benefits’ deal the two of you have worked out, but you just can’t bring yourself to be in a relationship. As coworkers in a dangerous field, you think it best to keep the distance you have, seeking out one another for sex.

The only issue is that you tend to seek him out daily. The two of you work the same shift, and spend time together off the clock as well. You practically live at each other’s apartments, and according to your friends, you act like an old married couple. Except you refuse to acknowledge the feelings you’ve grown for him, and he for you.

Climbing into his shower, you reach for your bathing items that he’s set aside in their own designated spot and while the action warms your heart, it also makes you nervous that you’re becoming too comfortable carving out a space in his life that’s meant for a girlfriend. After showering, you grab your toothbrush placed next to his at the sink, and notice after the fact when you go to hang up your wet towel back where you procured it from that Hoseok recently added a hook to the wall next to his towel for yours.

It’s all a little too much, especially today. February 13th. The day before the day you hate. All of these things are just a reminder that maybe you’re too involved with Hoseok, and that despite not having discussed it, he may start to expect something you aren’t ready to give to him tomorrow. You finish getting ready in a silent panic, noting that Hoseok is still sleeping peacefully as you leave early for work.

Arriving at the two story building, you smile as the rising sun glances off the upper glass windows of your workplace. The bright red number seven showcases that you work at the best station in the district. Station 7 is your pride and joy, and as you open the door to enter, it’s a day like any other. Of course, today is a Monday, which means the station will be filming their weekly segment for the news, and with it being National Heart Month, the focus for the day is on ‘How to Keep a Heart Beating (with CPR)’.

As an anti-Valentine’s Day person, you find it a little cheesy that your coworkers want to decorate the station for Valentine’s Day tomorrow, as you’d much rather have a nice taco spread for Taco Tuesday, but your idea was vetoed at the monthly station meeting last month. So imagine your surprise when you walk in and see a lack of red and pink hearts decorating the front reception area.

Park Jimin, one of your closest friends, yawns from where he sits at the desk, covering his mouth before offering you a lazy wave.

“Morning, Sunshine.”

You look around the room, trying to find who Jimin is calling ‘Sunshine’.

“I don’t see Hoseok anywhere,” you announce after concluding it’s just the two of you in the intake area.

“Ha-ha, you are so funny this early,” Jimin says with a glare of his eyes. “But why am I not surprised that Hoseok is the first thing on your mind?”

Dropping your backpack onto the counter, it’s now your turn to glare at him.

“Shut up. We’re just fuck buddies.” You hide your face by unzipping your bag and pretending to look for something.

“Does he know that?” Jimin questions, and you break your defense to look up at him puzzled.

“Um, pretty sure he does, seeing as he literally was just pounding into me a couple of hours ago.”

“Sweetheart, while I typically love the details of your sex life, you know that the emphasis was on the ‘just’ part of the sentence. ‘Does Hoseok know that you two are just fuck buddies?’”

“He hasn’t ever said he wants more from me, so…just leave it, Jimin.”

“Hmm…touchy. Are you maybe…upset that he hasn’t expressed wanting more?”

Once again you dig in your bag, wishing you had just said good morning back and not engaged in this conversation.

“What? No, pshh, I told him when it started that we wouldn’t be more.”

Jimin sighs, leaning back and running a hand through his hair.

“Idiot.”

You throw the first thing you grab in your backpack—your deodorant— at him. “I meant that in the most loving way!”

“I’m going upstairs to put away my belongings. You’re off at 9am, right?”

“Yup, and then the next two days I’m off. Just in time for Valentine’s Day.”

“Oooh, hot plans with Theresa?” you ask over your shoulder as you begin climbing the stairs.

“She planned a surprise for me, you know Valentine’s is about the woman doing something for the man.” Jimin says with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah, and next month for White Day, it’ll be your turn.” The stairs turn once you reach the first platform, so now you can look down into the desk area and the top of Jimin’s head. He looks up at you with a smirk as he tosses your deodorant up to you.

“And if you don’t make a move tomorrow, you’ll be eating black jjajangmyeon in your black sweatpants the month after like the single loser you are!”

Stomping the rest of the way into the firefighter’s dormitory, you notice that two beds are occupied. Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are two regulars who work the same 6-day shift as you. Today just so happens to be your first day back from your rest period, so the three of you and Hoseok, will be doing the day shift from 9am to 6pm today and tomorrow.

“You guys slept here last night?” you ask, sitting on the bed across from Taehyung. You’re already dressed in your uniform, but still have a little under an hour until your shift starts so you put away the small deodorant canister and get comfortable.

“Yeah, we covered for Sammi and Vanessa. They were supposed to be on call for the One-Stop Support Center for residential fire fighting devices, but apparently they needed to prepare for tomorrow.”

“Why couldn’t they prepare today?”

“Oh, trust me, our doting, pregnant fiances have spent the past few days whispering and plotting away.”

You laugh at the image Taehyung paints of their significant others. Sammi, his fiance, is four months pregnant and works in the Control Center of the station with Jungkook’s fiance, Vanessa, who is also five months along. The two are often seen together giggling and chatting, and much like Hoseok, are rays of sunshine in the office.

“I bet it was boring being on call for the Support Center.” You make conversation as the two get up and begin shrugging on their field uniforms over their tank tops and athletic shorts.

“We had maybe three calls the entire time, and we were home until the last call came and it was this elderly man, he needed installation support at his shop. He runs a bakery and was about to start the ovens when he noticed that his gas detector wasn’t lit up. So at 4am, I’m in a deep sleep cuddling my babe, when the phone wakes us up and we have to stop here and get a new HKA-800 to install.” Jungkook sighs as if the elderly baker ruined his night.

“I hate installing gas leakage alarms,” Taehyung sighs. “They’re always in hard to reach spots, and I would’ve rather stayed in bed to be honest.”

“I feel like they knew a call was going to come in at that time…they’ve never swapped on call shifts with us before.” Jungkook muses.

“So, which of you pretty boys is filming today?”

“I am!”

You turn to the doorway of the dormitory and see Jung Hoseok enter with his duffel bag on his shoulder. He looks stunning as usual, black hair styled effortlessly to frame his face. He’s fully dressed in his field uniform, reflective vest situated over his lithe frame and you kind of hate how all of his clothing hides the marks you left last night, unable to show that he belongs to you, even if you tell yourself he’s only yours when the two of you are alone.

“I’m surprised Hobi, the whole place isn’t covered in candy hearts or red and pink decorations,” you tease. “I thought you would have wanted it to be all pretty for airing.”

Hoseok’s face makes a surprising change to irritation.

“When would I have had time last night to decorate?” He says with a raised eyebrow at you, alluding to your activities that kept him busy. “Besides, the Fire Chief didn’t give the approval until this morning! I saw the email when I woke up. I’ve got all of the supplies right here in my bag.”

“Oh no, you better watch out, Hobi, you know Sunshine over here hates Valentine’s Day.”

You roll your eyes, laying back onto the pillow and feigning disinterest.

“I just don’t understand why women have to declare their feelings first and then wait a whole month to have them reciprocated. What if you break up during the month between?”

Jimin trudges into the room, flopping onto a free mattress. Glancing at the clock, you see it’s ten till nine, and figure his replacement must’ve just arrived.

“Sammi is too pregnant to leave me, she wouldn’t make it five minutes down the road before calling me crying from the car to say she misses me. She would turn around and be back in my arms. Plus, Jaykay and I have already planned our White Day surprise for them. They have no need to worry.”

“If only we all could be so lucky to date best friends, get engaged, and pregnant all within a couple months of each other.”

“I mean, if you would—”

“Park Jimin, you shut your mouth right now!” You effectively cut him off as his eyes land on you, full of mirth. You wish looks can kill—Jimin would be frying under your burning gaze.

“Well, I’m going to start putting up the hearts now!”

Hobi begins to unzip his bag but jumps when the siren begins to sound.

Jumping out of the bed, you grab your vest from your bag, and the four of you hustle down to the trucks. 120 cases of fire are called into dispatch every 12 minutes across the country, and the life of a firefighter is always a race against time.

Valentine’s day is just another day to you, in fact, it’s your second day shift in a row, leaving you with ample time to celebrate, if you were the type. Yesterday was busy, which is unsurprising—the day before Valentine’s day many women are baking sweets and chocolates for the person who has caught their affection, and the stress of making the perfect treat often leads to a level of carelessness not usually seen. Eleven small kitchen fires took up the whole shift, and Hoseok was unable to film his CPR news clip or decorate the station.

The next morning, Hoseok is ready to turn your workplace into a Valentine’s Day extravaganza. As you approach the main door, you see window clings in the shape of hearts and cute phrases plastered against the glass.

Walking in, you see candy hearts attached to red yarn strung along the edge of the reception counter. Behind the desk, Hoseok stands on a ladder, hanging up red balloon letters that spell out L-O-V-E.

Unable to hold back a groan, you cause Hoseok to teeter dangerously as he realizes he’s not alone.

“Morning, babe!” Kim Seokjin greets cheerily from where he’s supposed to be holding said ladder, but you look around dejectedly.

“Damn it, Chief Kim really vetoed my Taco Tuesday idea?”

“Tacos?” Jungkook appears from the back room behind the reception desk, eating a bowl of cereal.

“Yeah, I thought maybe he would decide to order us tacos for Taco Tuesday.”

“It’s only 8:30, sunshine. Maybe it’ll be here at lunch time.”

“Good thinking, Kookie! So, let’s hope today is less busy than yesterday, so we can leave on time and you and Taehyung can enjoy your surprise.”

“I am begging. Tomorrow we work the night shift, so I’ll have plenty of time to sleep in. Do you have any plans?”

“Nothing planned, no. You know I don’t do Valentine’s Day.”

You miss the way Hoseok’s face falls as he turns back to the task at hand.

“Ah, yes, one day you will find someone, and maybe you won’t hate Valentine’s Day so much.”

“Maybe when pigs fly.”

You can’t lie though, Hoseok has the reception area looking festive in a non-cheesy way; you actually don’t want to vomit at the sight of it. Luckily, he isn’t able to make it far into the building with his bag of ornaments and tinsel, and the sound of the alarm going off halts his efforts once again.

“This is bullshit,” he huffs under his breath, but you hear him anyway as you walk side by side to the truck.

Valentine’s Day is really not your day. The first call of the morning sent you out to a residential area where a wild boar wandered into. Being chased by a wild boar before you even have a chance to stretch is not your idea of fun, but the guys were able to herd it back to where it came thanks to your sprint.

Back at the station, Fire Chief Kim Namjoon greets you in the hallway, and when you ask about tacos for lunch, he apologizes.

“I’m sorry, it slipped my mind. In order to feed everyone on staff, we would need to put in the order ahead of time, there’s too many departments. How about next Tuesday?” he offers, buff arm rubbing the back of his neck in guilt. You can’t stay mad at his dimples, so you let him off the hook, saying next week will be fine.

It’s not, not really, but you aren’t the type to say no to free food. You had just hoped to have something else to take your mind off of Valentine's Day. Especially with your crush/fuck buddy walking around the station in his perfectly fit uniform decorating the windows with hearts and talking about how much he loves today.

The only reprieve is that today is just as busy, and the window clings are as far as Hoseok gets before the alarm rings loudly, sending your group running once again. This time, it’s a fire, but not as small as the baking incidents yesterday. This one requires full gear and an extra truck from a neighboring station. And when Hoseok disappears back inside the building with Jungkook to locate a tearful child’s missing pet cat, you find yourself antsy to reach him.

Five minutes later, Jungkook comes stumbling out, saying that the smoke was too thick on the path he took to the left, but the right hallway Hoseok took should be easier to navigate since the fire started on his side.

Pacing as you wait for Hoseok to show, you can’t help the fear growing if he weren’t to return. You knew it was your own self-sabotage that kept this thing with Hoseok from turning into something more. You have had your heart broken in the past; you put in more effort to a man who did not deserve it and it backfired on you. Growing up you were raised to feel that it was safe for you to share your love with others, but now it just felt safer to keep Hoseok at arms length.

Still not seeing Hoseok return, you now know that you would have rather explored the feelings he brings out of you and let it turn into a burning flame than to lose him in one. There’s a reason why Sammi and Vanessa no longer fight fires with their significant others. Long before either was with child, the two switched to dispatch services, because of the warnings of the dangers of loving your firefighting partner.

Breaking all types of protocol, you run into the building and find Hoseok appearing through the heavy smoke with the cat in his arms, and a sigh of relief spreads through your body. This pause to take him in, inspect him for damages while still being inside a burning building is exactly why you shouldn’t have run inside.

A wooden beam, brittle from the flames eating away at its hold, crumbles to the ground around you. Hoseok, arms full with the fluffy pet and voice covered by the roar of the flames, is unable to do anything but watch as you fall to the ground, semi-pinned under the remnants of the beam.

Sprinting, he has a clear enough mind to leave you behind to get the cat to safety before returning with help from Taehyung less than a minute later. The two are able to lift the wood off of your leg, and Hoseok carries you from the building, now empty of residents and their pets. The other station takes over dousing the flames as a second station arrives to help, and with orders from the Fire Chief, your unit brings you back to the station.

You’re not that hurt, no broken bones, just a minor sprain and first degree burns where the beam lay on your leg. Luckily your protective gear prevented worse damage from occurring had you been in civilian clothing and in the infirmary at Station 7, you sit under the watchful eyes of your Fire Captain and Lead Aid Car Specialist, Min Yoongi.

“Please explain to me why I have to do a write up for Chief Kim explaining that you broke protocol and ended up injured.”

“I’m sorry Yoongi-Op—Captain Min.”

Your older brother glares at you.

“I promised Eomma that you would not get hurt under my watch. Luckily, I wasn’t there or I would’ve dragged you back myself.”

“I know. I wasn’t thinking, Yoongi. Hobi had just been in there for so long and Jungkook had already returned, and the flames were getting worse, so I just—”

“You just forgot your duty as a firefighter, and I think it’s time you tell him how you feel, Sunshine. In the meantime, you’re grounded.”

“What? But—”

“You had a beam fall on you in a burning building, leaving you with first degree burns—lowkey second degree—on your leg! You aren’t going out on any more calls until you’re cleared.”

Of course, before your brother can finish treating your wounds, the alarm is already calling away Hoseok, Jungkook, and Taehyung. This time, it’s a small incident with bees swarming a preschool’s playground area. You know Hoseok hates bugs, but with only three members of the team available, he has to go.

Seokjin strolls into the infirmary just as Yoongi bandages the last piece of gauze around your burn, and you prepare yourself for a stern talking to.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, sunshine. And you almost died trying to search for the man you deny having feelings for. I think it’s time to do something about this crush, don’t you think?”

Well, that was unexpected. When did everyone learn your true feelings?

“You’re not subtle in the slightest.” Seokjin shares, reading the look on your face. “Neither is he. You both like each other, so stop being stubborn.”

“Valentine’s Day is almost over, Seokjin. Even if I wanted to do something, I’m injured and there’s no time.”

Seokjin’s face morphs into determination.

“Hobi is the easiest man to please. You should know, he likes you, doesn’t he?”

“Rude!”

“I’m just pointing out the obvious. So let’s think, what has he wanted to do this whole time?”

“Decorate the office to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

“So what do you think would be a good way of showing him you care, and making yourself ineligible to participate in Black Day in a couple of months?”

“I…” you pause as if thinking about what you could do, but you already know the answer, “I can use his decorations and finish what he started. Maybe cave, and celebrate Valentine’s Day for once.”

“I knew you were smart and Hobi had to like you for a reason.”

“I’m also really good with my—”

“Really don’t want to know what you’re good at doing to my best friend!” Yoongi cuts you off, placing a cold compress to the wound.

“Alrighty!” Seokjin claps, “Moving on, so what are you going to have prepared when he asks to stay with you tonight, which we know he’s going to do, because he wants to take care of you.”

“Surprise him with tacos for Taco Tuesday and some bomb ass sex,” you say with a smile, happy to fulfill your own wish as well

“Sounds like a great plan. Though you may want to just accept the sex will be mid until your injury heals.”

“Alright, so this is all a great plan, but, small problem. I’m stuck here under medical watch until I get off! Who can help decorate my apartment?”

“Don’t be dense, Sunshine. I already texted the pregnant ones. They’re off today and done setting up for Tae and Jaykay, and they’re on their way to your place now. Text them your keycode so they can get in.”

“Why would they help me? They’re pregnant! And have their own things to prepare for!”

“Because, sweetie, we love you and we love Hoseok and we’ve had a bet going for ages that we’d love to have settled.”

You frown at his words, but understand. You love all of your coworkers too, trust them with your life—literally—and the fact that everyone has been rooting for you and Hoseok to work out thaws your frozen Valentine’s Day heart.

When your crew arrives back from the playground relocating the bees, you watch as Hoseok’s face breaks out into a blinding smile.

“Wow! You guys really did all of this?”

Seokjin is sitting at the reception desk with you and he nods his head in your direction.

“It was Sunshine’s idea.”

Hoseok turns wide eyes to you, and you think you see a little hope in them. Part of you knew that Hoseok always wanted more, but the other part of you doubted he could actually see you as his girlfriend. In the past, the guy who broke your heart couldn’t see you as his girlfriend despite you doting on him as if you were his wife, which is what led to your walls being so high. But thanks to your friends and the incident today, you realize that Hoseok is someone you can trust with your heart. You already trust him with your life.

“I thought it was the least I could do, I know you really wanted to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”

Coming around the desk, he kneels in front of you being mindful of your propped up leg.

“Thank you, Sunshine. I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

You can’t hold back your smile, and he pulls you into a hug. He’s warm, and you melt in his embrace as Seokjin pretends to wipe back happy tears as he watches the two of you.

“Sunshine, I’m sure you want to go home, but I still have to record the heart health clip, and then we’ll head to your place, okay?”

“No worries, Hobi, Seokjin and I took care of that for you too. And we made sure to showcase all of your decorations.”

If he could physically do it, Hoseok would be staring heart eyes at you. Even without transforming the shape of his eyes, you see more than the hope from earlier in them; there’s gratitude for making his very long day easier, and something else you aren’t sure if you can put into words.

“I’ll be right back.” Hoseok sprints from the reception area and up the stairs, returning only a few moments later with his duffel bag hanging to his side. Grasping your backpack from the counter, he threads his arms through the straps before bending his knees and reaching for you. Lifting you up bridal style, you laugh as he walks you out the glass doors, enjoying the smile adorned on his face.

Hoseok refuses to let you walk once at your place, carrying you from the car to your second floor apartment with ease. You were already showered from being on medical leave for the day, but as Hoseok types in the code to your door, he promises to shower fast so as not to leave you alone for long.

The words fade from his lips as he crosses the threshold with you in his arms, the sight of your apartment decorated romantically for the holiday shocking him silent. You thank your coworkers silently for their efforts, before tucking your face into Hoseok’s neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Hobi.” Your voice is low, but he hears you, and his spine shivers when you press a kiss to his neck.

He’s still silent, but you can feel his heart racing as he looks down at you in his arms.

“Shower with me.”

You nod, and he rushes to your bathroom, setting you down on the closed toilet lid so he can strip down, and you do the same, standing up gently once naked with your hand balancing you on the sink. Opening the glass shower door, he turns the tap on to a medium level due to your injury. Your brother said you were okay to shower, you just had to make sure to redress the wound and he would bring your antibiotics by tomorrow after he picked them up from the pharmacy.

Hoseok tugs you towards him lightly as you follow him gingerly into the warm water. The two of you silently wash each other, being gentle around sensitive areas. Once clean, he pulls you to his chest and into a hug you didn’t realize you needed. Being in his arms like this after today’s events, it finally hits you. You love this man. You feel your eyes start to water, sniffling, and he looks at you closely.

“What’s wrong, does your leg hurt, baby?” the pet name slips out.

“No, it’s fine. I just—” you take a deep breath before looking into his pretty brown eyes. “I think I have some really big feelings for you, and I was so worried about you earlier, if something had happened to you…”

“Nothing happened, Sunshine. I’ll always make my way back to you, you know that.”

“You better.”

He leans down and kisses you, soft, heart-shaped lips calming the storm in your mind.

“I will, baby.”

You pull him by his neck back to you, this time deepening the kiss as his hands begin to explore you. You feel his fingers slip between your thighs, spreading you open and entering you without wasting any time. Gasping into the kiss, you reach for him, feeling his semi-firm cock harden as you begin to stroke him. The water helps with your speed, and the two of you twirl your tongues together as you match pace.

“I need more, baby,” you pant, and Hoseok removes his fingers from where your walls have gripped him, reaching for the backs of your thighs to lift you up. Putting your back to the wall opposite the faucet, you squeal from the cold tile along your spine. Hoseok just chuckles while angling his now fully erect member at your opening, pushing himself inside slowly so he can savor every ridge of your pulsing walls.

Thrusting into you, his mouth decorates your skin with blooming maroon marks until you cry out in satisfaction as he makes you cum. The angle he holds you in is perfect for kissing your g-spot with the tip of his cock, and your skin tingles as your nerves react to the climax. Sliding out of his hold, he grunts when you push him where you had just been pinned, using his body to help you glide to your knees, careful of your shin injury.

Taking Hoseok into your mouth, you rival the loud sounds of the shower as you lewdly suck and slurp your essence off of his cock as his hands firmly hold the sides of your head. You look up at him as you press your nose to his taut abs, eyes wet with unshed tears as you breathe through your nose to gather enough to pause and swallow around him as you grip his thighs. You can tell when he’s at his breaking point, the pads of his fingers dragging along your scalp as his muscles tense and you bob with sucked in cheeks and flicks to his frenulum until he’s spilling his warm cum down your throat.

Hoseok grasps you under your arms and pulls you to him, kissing you hard.

“Fuck, Sunshine,” his nose drags softly along yours in an eskimo kiss. “I think I—”

The sound of your doorbell chiming through the apartment reaches your ears, having installed a small speaker in the bathroom and bedroom so that you never miss a delivery.

The two of you giggle as you decide who will get the door, but Hoseok, ever the gentleman, grabs a towel and your robe. You spend a few extra moments cleaning between your thighs before turning off the water and following Hoseok out of the bathroom.

Catching sight of him in the hallway, he’s walking a delivery bag from your favorite taco restaurant in Seoul to your kitchen counter. Stepping over the rose petals littered along the hallway, you join him.

“You even got us tacos?” he asks in awe, adoration lacing his tone.

“Of course, I did, it’s taco Tuesday and Valentine’s Day, and I just wanted to show you how I feel about you.” It feels good to admit it.

Turning away from the unopened bag, Hoseok picks you up again, carrying you to your bedroom.

This time, he makes love to you slowly, his hips rolling in that magical way he does, fingers laced with yours by your head as your bodies fit together deliciously. Your eyes never leave his, both of you staring deeply at each other as you rock in tandem. Feeling him all over you, reaching the deepest parts of you, you cry out as tears roll down your cheeks in pleasure.

“F-fuck Hobi, I’m so close,” you whimper, hands squeezing his tightly as the pressure builds.

“Give your all to me, Sunshine,” he begs, and you know he isn’t just asking for your orgasm.

“It’s yours, Hobi,” you admit, “I’m yours.”

Your words encourage him as he picks up speed and depth until you release together.

Cuddling into his arms, you turn your lips to his chin, placing tender kisses to his smooth skin.

“I love you, Hoseok.”

In the quiet of your room, it’s as if a roaring fire fills your ears as you wait to see if he’ll extinguish the worry that begins to spread—

“I love you too, Sunshine, have for a while.”

He tilts his head so he can return kisses to your lips before your bodies align once again to create a friction of burning love that blooms bright enough to consume you.

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btsqualityy · 2 years

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Ima need you to pound out a post lolla stage mama Jung Hobi Drabble asappppp bc if she don’t jump all over that, I will! Hahahaha

I got you!

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation, creampie

"You've worked so hard baby," you cooed with a soft smile. "So now that it's all over, it's my turn to take care of you." With that being said, you held the base of your husband's cock before you slowly sunk down onto it. You both moaned at the feeling, and you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders as you began to ride him.

"Fuck Y/N-ah," Hobi grumbled deeply as his hands came up to grab at your hips.

"You did so fucking good," you praised him, reaching up with one hand and slipping your hand into the hair at the back of his head, which was also still slightly damp from sweat. "Had everyone screaming so loud for you but that's to be expected."

"You really think it was good?" He wondered and you didn't hesitate to nod your head. "I don't know, I'm kind of worried about the-"

"Hey," you cut him off by setting the fingers of your free hand on his lips. "You literally couldn't have given a better show, alright? You were fantastic baby."

"Thank you," Hobi smiled, a low moan escaping him afterwards from how tight you were getting. "Fuck, are you about to come already?"

"I've been wet since you popped up out of the stage, sue me," you shrugged sheepishly.

"I can take care of you," Hobi offered but you shook your head.

"Tonight's about you."

"But-" he tried to say and to shut him up, you pushed two of your fingers into his mouth.

"Shut up and just relax, will you?" You huffed with a roll of your eyes. Instead of responding, Hobi just began to suck your fingertips while tightening his grip on your hips.

"Mmm, someone likes being forced to shut up," you smirked, speeding up the pace of your riding. Hobi groaned against your fingers when you gripped his hair tighter in your other hand, and you could literally feel his cock throb inside of you.

"So fucking good to me," Hobi burst when your fingers slipped out of his mouth. "Riding me so good, like a little slut."

"Your personal slut baby," you whispered before leaning down and pressing your lips against his in a rough kiss. The kiss was mostly your teeth clacking against his but it still didn't fail to further turn you on as your orgasm winded to its' end in your gut.

"God, I'm gonna come," you whispered, taking your fingers that were still shiny with Hobi's spit and using them to reach down and rub your clit.

"Gonna cream my cock baby? Hm?" Hobi murmured as he pressed his forehead to your jaw, his hands trailing downwards and palming your ass. "Gonna cum for me while I fill you up?"

"Fuck yes Hobi," you gasped, your body seizing as your orgasm slammed into you. Since you were in the middle of coming, Hobi took over for you, using his grip on you to thrust up into you. You just held onto Hobi as he fucked you, moaning lightly when you felt his cum flood into you.

"Shit," Hobi sighed as he sunk back against the headboard and you went with him, laying your head on his chest as you cuddled up to him. "I needed that."

"I could tell," you giggled. "You've been stressing and going crazy this whole week but I knew you needed to focus on the show."

"And that's why you jumped my bones as soon as I finished the live?" He laughed and you nodded.

"I'm so insanely proud of you, Hobi," you stated seriously. "I know that you had your doubts but trust me, it was amazing."

"Thank you, and thank you for being there for me," Hobi said, wrapping his arms around you. "I know I was probably a nightmare this week."

"Forget it," you said instantly. "I love you."

"I love you more," Hobi grinned, leaning down and kissing you sweetly.

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 10 months

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Where there's Sunshine, there's Midnight Rain

Pairing: Idol!Hoseok x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of struggle, fluff, established relationship, no mentions of reader's gender.

Summary: J-hope is sunshine in human form, but that makes him the midnight rain too. A short imagine of the reader helping Hoseok understand this.

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Another night, tossing and turning alone in a big bed. Waiting.. hoping, for the one who is the hope for a million people around the world. Another night spent reaching the cold side of the empty bed, staring at the sky counting down the minutes till daylight, sighing endlessly. Another night hoping hobi would return to you.

He's been home for a week since the tour but he hasn't been home since then. Even the bags were dropped off by his manager, who has visited three times since to collect the things he needed. As far as you knew there was no comeback anytime soon. There was effectively no requirement for him to stay over at the dorms at least for the next two weeks. Especially when he has a home studio set up in the house you both had bought together and decorated.

His not being home has become a routine, a habit even- albeit an excruciating one. What hurts more is the silence, even when on tour he texts or calls at least once a day. Sighing you open the same old chat to see the latest message from a week ago, the same text you have seen a million times till now.

Boarding the plan home. See you soon.

You scroll up the familiar chat screen and see that the messages become less expressive as the tour progresses. You also remember how the news articles and fan tweets raved more about J-hope the idol’s brilliance on stage at the exact same time. Another pattern you are used to, for every emoji his messages as j-hope had, Hoseok's messages became curt and to the point.

Once again, this isn’t new to you or him. In fact, you both met at the peak of j-hope and the absolute low of Hoseok. You might not have been a die-hard fan of the group but you knew enough to know j-hope was not the same shy, anxious and silent Hosoek you’d met by chance in that café. The contrast between who he has on stage and the person you grew to love were stark opposites. Not that you never saw the sunshine hobi, but he was present almost in equal parts as the Hoseok who walks around with a cloud on his head.

But Hoseok never went silent on you in this way. He might be verbally silent for days or weeks together but expressed his feelings in other ways. This time he was completely absent and that simply wouldn’t do. You gave him a week to himself and he still hasn’t returned home. This will simply not do.

And that’s how you find yourself at the door of his studio, at 2 AM, covered in layers of jackets and holding a bag of the dinner you’d made him today- just like you have done every day the past week.

You hesitate outside the studio, looking intently at the door as you contemplate knocking. You know he’s there, instinctively and also because you asked his manager. Huffing out another deep breath you knock on the door.

Silence.

That’s all there is for a minute before you try to open the door yourself, surprised to find it unlocked. You enter the room which reeks of the familiar scent that screams everything hobi- sunshine, flowers and carefree happiness, only to find your boyfriend curled up on the couch hugging his knees with his head down. You close the door slowly and go near him, he's shivering. The sight of him shatters your heavy heart and you reach out to caress him.

"hobi...", your voice comes out as a meek plea.

He shudders for a second and lifts his head up to look at you. His eyes are bloodshot, his usually plump cheeks stained with tears and his heart-shaped mouth in a frown. You drop to your knees and hold his face in your hands, helping him look at you eye to eye. His eyes immediately dart down and he lowers his knees. Just as he can try to push you away you sit next to him on the couch and turn him towards you. You hold his hand with a grip that tells him that he cannot run anymore.

"Please leave me alone." He begs, more tears streaming down his exhausted and ashamed face. You offer him a smile, not one of pity or empathy, just a smile of love.

"You had enough time. I won't let you hurt on your own."

Your voice comes out harsher than you intended but it works as he looks up, eyes now curious. In that second of pure vulnerability, he looks like a child. You reach out and wipe those damned tears away from his face and he leans into your touch.

When he talks again his voice cracks, "I knew I would end up hurting you eventually."

"You didn't hurt me hoba." He looks at me pointedly, "Of course, I did... look at us. I spent a week in the studio because I am too fucked in the head to be with you. All the other guys went home and are happily resting with their partners and I left you alone after months of being away... all because I feel like a fraud. Because I can't figure out why I am this way and why I never have any of me to give you. When I should be giving all of me to the one I love with my whole heart."

By this time he is on your lap, your fingers running through his hair, his hands holding your other hand for dear life.

"Everyone is a little messed up in the head. But it is even harder for someone like you who spends all his time giving every bit of happiness and kindness to everyone around you." You hear him sigh and he starts drawing patterns on your palm as you do the same with his scalp. "I don't really do all that you know..", he sounds unsure and you sense the venom of self-hate dripping in his tone.

"They call you human sunshine for a reason hobi."

He freezes in place for a second and nods slightly. You pause for a minute to look at him, really look at this exhausted, loving human who does so much for everyone around him and so little for himself. He notices the long pause and starts with his patterns again on your palm and settles on your lap. You realise that he needs to see himself for all he is and accept all that as it comes. And you hope he will let you stand with him the whole way.

"Hobi, you are human sunshine. I know it makes you happy to make everyone smile, to take care of your brothers and friends. I know you love being the reason to light up someone's day and being their hope. I also know that you do that because it's what gives you hope for yourself. But...". You pause to gauge his reactions but he shows none and taking that as a good sign you continue.

"But the thing is you are not sunshine... you are human. To be human is to understand that where there is sunshine there is also midnight rain. The more you give, the more you need to. To be sunshine is to burn yourself for others and that is not good for you. So it is okay for you to take your time. To soak in your rain, to be silent and just receive. It's okay for you to rest and pause... Hobi, it's okay for you to receive my love and happiness so that you can give it back tenfolds. You are human and you need your own dose of sunshine too."

He looks up at me with wet big eyes, this time the heart-shaped mouth turned upwards. He slowly gets up, never letting your hand go and moves closer and pulls you in a hug. He holds on to you until there is no space between both of you and rests his head on your shoulder. You reach out one hand to caress the back of his head and hold him by the waist in the other hand.

Time ceases to move as you both sit there, him slightly whimpering into your shoulders and you trying to ease all the pain from him. Hoping that the personification of hope himself will learn to accept himself- one deep breath and a tear at a time. Hoping that he can learn to embrace the rain that follows Hoseok by being the sunshine that j-hope is.

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still-with-koo · 1 year

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Dance with Me | JHS

summary: you’re in love with your best friend and that’s been enough for you all these years, satisfied with just being his friend. but when he surprises you with a home-cooked meal, tira misu, and impromptu dancing, something snaps in you. is this the start, or the end, of something beautiful?

pairing: hoseok x lawyer!reader

wc: 5,222

genre/warnings/rating: 15+; angst; fluff; best friends to lovers; pining; unrequited love; some (poor) attempts at humour; a few swear words; kissing; unexpected kissing; Hobi has a pet name for you (pumpkin); sexual innuendos; suggestive themes; some dancing; people barge in; cameo from namjoon and jimin; minor self doubt / self esteem issues. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: this is a repost of a birthday gift for Hobi <3

You’re done. Finally, after three weeks of full day hearings sandwiched between late nights working into early mornings, you just presented your final arguments to the judge. Your part is over and now it’s in the court’s hands.

It’s only now that you realize the full extent of your exhaustion. Almost at your apartment building, your legs feel like they might give out. The benefit of living close to the courthouse is that you can walk to it. It’s also the disadvantage on days like today. A lazy car ride seems much more appealing than a 20 minute walk after the last few weeks you’ve had.

Your head is buzzing from lack of sleep and food. All you want to do is melt into your couch and do absolutely nothing while someone serves you a warm home-cooked meal.

But you don’t have a someone unfortunately.

Finally you get to your door and turn the lock. But it’s already unlocked? Slowly opening the door, you scan the inside.

Oh no.

Someone’s in the kitchen.

You quickly pull out your phone only to be greeted with—

“Y/N?”

You sigh in relief at the sight of your best friend, Hobi, coming out of the kitchen.

He seems surprised to see you. Odd, considering it’s your apartment.

“Joon said you wouldn’t be back for another half hour,” Hobi exasperates, running his hand through his hair. “I haven’t finished the seasoning yet and the chicken still needs some more time.”

He pauses to look at you as you continue to stand in the doorway. His nose scrunches up as he tries to gauge your mood. This little habit of his always makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst. Even more so now; you’ve really missed seeing him these past few weeks.

“Ah, my timing is bad, right?”

You walk over to him, ignoring his question while he continues to stare at you, waiting for a response. His confusion is so endearing.

You suddenly throw your arms around him, startling him. You pull him in tight and as if a light switch turned on, his hands snake around you, squeezing you even tighter and letting out a low hum of satisfaction.

“I’m really happy you’re here, Hobi.”

You pull back your head a bit, “Just give me a heads up first next time, ok? I almost called the police.”

Hobi laughs and pulls you back into him.

“My bad. I just wanted to surprise you.”

He gives you a messy kiss on the side of your face as you playfully pull away, feigning disgust as you pretend to wipe it away while he pouts at you. His hand lingers on your waist and you let it fall away as you plop down onto your couch with a loud thump.

“I’m just kidding, Hobi. You know I love surprises and I love you… for doing this. I’m just exhausted.”

Hobi sits down beside you, rubbing your thigh soothingly as he looks over at you leaning back on the couch. You do look absolutely exhausted.

He notices several strands of hair in your eyes, which you don’t bother to move away as you close your eyes.

If your eyes had been open, you would have noticed Hobi furrowing his brows as he leans towards you. He couldn’t stand it when your hair got in your eyes.

You feel him press into the couch and when you open your eyes you see him merely inches from your face, gently leaning over you to brush the hair out of your eyes strand by strand. As you look up at him, you notice the concentration in his eyes. It’s intense and impossibly cute.

And you also notice how close his lips are to yours at this angle. Like little pink petals.

He looks down into your eyes and smiles. You blush at the feeling of his eyes gazing deeply into yours. You can usually control your feelings around him but something about the way he is staring into your soul—

“I missed you Y/N. You were so busy, pumpkin. I was worried about you.”

His eyes flutter to your lips for a split second and when his head dips slightly you feel a sudden urge to kiss him.

You bite your lip, settling for a quick glance instead.

But it seems you stared at his lips for a second too long.

“Are you feeling ok, pumpkin?”

“Huh?”

You flick your eyes back up to his quickly, hoping your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.

“You were just staring. Kind of cute, actually.”

“Ahem. I wasn’t staring.”

He backs up from you a bit and you can see the beginnings of a grin.

“I’ve known you long enough, Y/N. What are you thinking about?”

With that sly smile on his face, this felt like the beginning of some fantasy, a dream you’ve had far more times than you’d care to admit. One where you confess you wanted to kiss him and then...

But you couldn’t tell him that. Oh. Definitely not.

“Um, I’m just thinking about…” You trail off, blanking on anything other than the truth. I’m thinking about you, Hobi. About how much I want to kiss you.

He then breaks into a chuckle.

“I’m just teasing, pumpkin. You don’t have to tell me. I should go check on the chicken.”

As he starts to rise, you mindlessly throw your arms around his neck again, pulling him into you, throwing him off balance as he crashes into you.

“Y/N what—”

He immediately plants his hands on either side of you to avoid having his body crush you but you feel his weight on you anyway, relishing the closeness for a few seconds longer than you probably should.

You pull him tight against you and nuzzle against his neck, whispering against his ear sleepily, “Don’t go yet, Hobi. I missed you too. I missed your hugs sooo much.”

He just chuckles into your hair, his free hand snaking under your waist so he can give you a quick squeeze.

“I’m not going anywhere, pumpkin. But I need to check on the chicken. Unless you don’t mind charred chicken breast.”

“Mmm… I don’t mind.”

“Well, I do.”

He plants a soft kiss on the side of your head and pulls away, chuckling at the little whine you let out at his release. Your eyes are closed but you can sense his presence hovering over you for a few seconds before he walks away.

You let out a puff of air as you slowly open your eyes. Your forehead creases as you realize you are starting to become reckless. You are starting to cross the line from friendship into something more. You’re playing a dangerous game and you start to feel guilty.

You’re not sure how Hobi would feel about all this. Your unwitting partner in this dangerous game. You know your hidden feelings are unfair to him. Surely it’s wrong to take pleasure in contact that should be strictly platonic?

He sees you as a friend. And deep down you know you need to stay on the right side of that line.

But how can you? Friends don’t think about kissing each other. Friends don’t nuzzle into each other’s necks and leave soft kisses when they think the other won’t notice. Friends don’t fantasize about doing things to each other behind closed doors. Do they?

You want to tell him how you feel. But what if he doesn’t feel the same. What if he no longer wants to be around you anymore. You can’t imagine he would want to be around some weirdo who wants him when he just … doesn’t.

You close your eyes again, wondering if you’ll ever be able to confess your feelings to Hobi. Feelings that could turn your beautiful friend into a beautiful stranger all at once.

Could you survive on fantasy alone? It’s not like you have someone to take your mind off Hobi. Could you live with hidden glances and soft lingering touches that quicken your heartbeat while your friend sees you as nothing more than just that. A friend.

You shut your eyes even tighter, trying to convince yourself you feel nothing for him.

We’re just friends. Best friends. I love him. I don’t think about kissing him. I don’t imagine Hobi’s hands on my body. I don’t want his—

“Y/N?”

Shit. You were concentrating so hard on convincing yourself that you’re not sure if you said any of that out loud.

“Yeah, Hobi?”

He pops his head over the couch, his face right next to yours. And he’s grinning at you.

A very broad, ominous grin.

“Hobi… what is it?”

“What would you like me to do more than anything else right now?”

Hold on— Did you actually say it out loud? You start to panic as you think through the last few minutes. You’re certain it was just in your head.

In your panic, you can’t remember if you were thinking, or saying, anything incriminating. Anything that would give you away.

You pause, turning towards him a little more.

“What do I… want?”

“Yeah, if you could have anything right now, what would it be?”

This must be a trick question. There’s no way he’s talking about himself, right?

I want you, Hobi… Is that what he’s expecting you to say?

You realize this might not be the worst way to get this out in the open. Maybe it’s a blessing that he overheard you. Maybe he feels the same… could it be possible?

There’s no way. But then again…

“Um, what do I want?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well, there’s something I’ve been wanting for a long time.”

“Yeah, go on.”

“I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but now that you’re—”

“Yeah…”

“Now that, um, you’re—”

“Here it is! Sorry, you were taking too long. I’m just so excited.”

Words lose meaning as you turn to face him fully and you’re met with a plate hovering in front of your face. A plate of the very famous tira misu from that restaurant that’s always booked up months in advance. You had been going on and on about it for weeks before your hearing prep began.

Instead of absolute delight, Hobi is surprised to see your face fall, your eyes getting more glassy by the second.

“Y/N… what happened? I know I should have waited until after lunch but I thought you would…” His voice trails off as he stares at you in complete bewilderment.

You bury your face in your hands, wondering what the hell just happened. You were about to confess your feelings. You thought you were finally free to tell him how much you absolutely adore him. Now that the chance is gone (not there was a chance in the first place) you feel oddly empty. Turned inside out.

And poor Hobi will never know why.

Hobi. Right. He had just gone to a lot of trouble to get you your dream dessert. You need to show appreciation, no matter how hurt you’re feeling right now.

You ball up your fists and put on your biggest smile to face him.

“This is incredible, Hobi. I can’t believe you actually got it. I love you.”

You take the plate from his hand and place it on the coffee table in front of you before getting on your knees on top of the couch to give Hobi a proper hug. You kiss him on his cheek and linger for a moment too long before you quickly pull away and sit back down.

Placing the plate on your lap, you dig right in, gesturing for Hobi to join you.

“Come here, Hobi. Let’s share this. I know you love tira misu just as much as I do.”

To your surprise, Hobi stays still, seemingly frozen in place. You glance back and notice a crease in his brows, a sure sign he was thinking something through.

“This isn’t right.”

“Huh,” you mumble through a mouthful of tira misu.

He slowly comes around the couch, his fingers gliding over the cotton material until they lift off and land on your cheek.

He rubs your cheek delicately, wiping off the filling at the corner of your mouth. Your hand comes up subconsciously to wipe the same spot, your eyes trailing up to meet his, turning into round circles out of sheer surprise.

“W-what’s wrong?” You manage, gulping down the last of your bite.

Hobi bends down to eye level, smile gracing his beautiful face, both of his hands coming up to cup your face.

All you can do is stare into his eyes, those beautiful orbs of light that put the mighty sun to shame. Windows to the soul, so they say, and you never believed it until you met Hobi. You could see the effervescent soul of his shining through, the warmth only his gaze could give you.

And it stops. His attention shifts to your hair, his brows furrowing together as he flits a few strands to the side.

“There. Perfect.”

“Huh?”

He looks back down at you and smiles.

“I need to take a picture of this moment to post on Instagram.”

You roll your eyes and push him away as he starts laughing, asking “what?” over and over as he fights to give you a hug. You finally relent and he grabs his phone to snap a quick picture. And then two more before he stops.

His pause is a little unexpected.

“What?”

“Ah, nothing. You just… even after a long day, just out of the blue, and you look… like that…”

He brings his screen up to your face, pointing at you with his brows furrowed.

You’re confused. Should you be insulted?

“Like what?” You ask, eyebrow cocked.

“Like… ah nevermind.”

“No, say it. Like what, Hobi? I know I look exhausted but I don’t think I look that bad.”

His eyes widen at your words and you see a hint of panic in them.

“No, no, fuck no, Y/N. I was just amazed because look, here look at each of these pictures. You look so beautiful, Y/N. How can you look this perfect?”

He’s still staring at your picture but your attention shifts to him. The nervous little smile he has on his face as he flicks through the photos, trying to show you what he means. His lips, so very pink and perfect, animated in his cute attempts to reassure you.

He glances at you and suddenly realizes you aren’t looking at his screen. You aren’t even paying attention to what he is saying. You are just staring. At his lips. Again.

In the fraction of a second it takes for his gaze to dip to your lips you lean in ever so slightly. And just like a magnet, he leans in too.

Ding.

As if pulled out of a trance, your head snaps toward the sound.

“Oh, the chicken is done,” Hobi sighs, rubbing his thighs as he continues to look at you.

But you can hardly look at him.

You almost kissed him. This was the closest you’ve ever come to actually kissing him.

“You ok, Y/N?”

You glance at him quickly and nod a little too hard.

“Mhmm, I’m fine. Just tired.”

Hobi’s hand lands on yours and you look down to notice you had been rubbing your hands together. His grasp stops your motion and he releases to bring his hand to your face. He slowly turns your face towards him, but you continue to have a little trouble meeting his eyes.

“Give me a few minutes to finish the seasoning, ok?”

“Mhmm,” is all that comes out, your mind now whirring at a speed usually reserved for rockets.

Did you imagine it… or did he lean in, too?

You glance over the edge of the couch and watch Hobi as he scurries to and from in the kitchen, fixing you lunch and arranging every detail. He looks so cute hovering over the mixing bowl, fixing the additional seasoning, his specialty.

He glances back and notices you staring at him. He wiggles his butt at you and you laugh, a full belly laugh. He always knows how to make you laugh.

Noticing your face brighten up, his smile broadens and you can make out the crinkles around his eyes even from this distance.

You settle back into the couch, replaying the last few moments in your head over and over again. He leaned in. You’re sure of it.

Hobi comes back out, wiping his hands on the apron now tied around his waist. Noticing you eyeing the apron, he unwraps it and tosses onto the couch.

“I glazed the seasoning over it so it shouldn’t be too long now. How about some music?”

Music?

He crouches by your stereo system and connects his phone. You hear the opening beat to one of the songs you both used to belt out together at the karaoke bars before the lockdown had closed them all down.

“Is that… Tinashe?”

You chuckle as he nods.

“One of our favourites.”

“I’m going to need a few drinks in me before I can do our karaoke routine, Hobi. And I’m not sure my neighbours would appreciate it much either.” You laugh as he starts bouncing to the beat, his feet moving of their own accord.

“Oh, singing isn’t what I had in mind. Give me your hand.”

“Fuck, Hobi. I’m tired,” you whine as he pulls you up to dance with him. The hint of glee in your voice isn’t lost on him.

He starts mouthing the words along with Tinashe as he pops and locks to the beat. He moves like water, as if no bones exist in that perfect body of his. Talent like his belongs on the biggest stages across the world and yet here he is, giving you the show of a lifetime.

He catches you staring at him, motionless, and he brings your palms up to his neck while his hands naturally fall to your waist, twisting you side to side as you giggle, enjoying just watching this man move.

Before long, you’re bopping along with him, throwing in a few moves of your own to his delight.

“Geez, in all the years we’ve known each other, I’ve never seen you move like that, Y/N. Where have you been hiding?”

You blush at his compliment but as he expected, his words ignite a fire in you and you start grinding against him, relishing the way Hobi is able to immediately match your speed and movement, rapping the words along with you.

Thoroughly impressed he continues to sway along with you, and when the music gets to Tinashe’s dance break he simply stands back.

“What happened?”

“I know you know her choreo. I just wanted a better view.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. I want to see it.”

He steps back to his phone and rewinds it to the dance break again and hits play.

“No way, Hobi. I’m not doing it.”

“Come on, pumpkin. Let me watch you do it.”

He rewinds it again and you take a deep breath, glancing at him to catch his little smile. You know this is the part where they end up rubbing frosting on each other and something about Hobi asking you to do it quickens your heartbeat. Is he expecting that part too?

The anticipation drives you forward and you pop and lock to the beat, trying to match the moves the best you could remember.

It’s near the end of the choreo and you hit the final beat. Hobi jumps up and is about to hug you when he notices you moving to the tira misu and grabbing some of the filling that was left over.

You walk over to him and watch his eyes sparkle as they trail to your hand. Without warning you smoosh the chunk of filling on his lips and kiss him.

Hobi’s whole body freezes at your touch.

You kissed him.

You just kissed him. Oh My God.

You can hardly believe it. It happened so fast you barely even register what you did, let alone think it through. What in the fucking reflex was that? And there’s no excuse, nothing you can say to justify it.

You slowly back away, almost tripping over your feet, dazed and wobbly.

The look on Hobi’s face strikes panic in your heart. The wide eyes. The mouth fallen open, bits of filling at the edge of his lips. The eyebrows nearly at his hairline. It tethers you back to reality.

You fucking kissed him.

You feel completely humiliated.

“I-I’m so sorry, Hobi.”

You turn away but Hobi catches your wrist and pulls you back to face him.

You can hardly breathe. You risk a glance at him and watch as his face rearranges into a slow smile, a look in his eyes that brings a blush to your cheeks as your gaze falls. You can feel your heart beat to the pace of a jackhammer. Any faster and it would bounce right out of your chest.

Seeing you like this, his smile deepens. His voice fills the air, a statement that hangs like a banner for the world to see.

“You just kissed me.”

Ok, you definitely didn’t imagine it.

You can hardly look at him. Instead you focus on the way his hands are gripping your wrists, his thumbs absentmindedly drawing circles over your pulse.

Say something, Y/N. Anything.

The lump in your throat impedes any sound. Not that your head is clear enough to form a coherent sentence, let alone an explanation.

You feel him move, his head dipping down to try and meet your eyes.

Knock knock.

Without warning you hear a rumble of voices as your front door bursts open.

“What privacy? What could they be—”

Joon’s voice bellows across your living room and your head snaps to the sound.

“—doing…?”

In your doorway stand a few of your closest friends, eyes wide and mouths hung open at the sight of the two of you, hand in hand, Hobi’s face merely inches from yours.

“See, I told you not to barge in on them, Joon,” you hear Jimin whisper, although it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

Hobi lets go your wrists and sighs.

“I said I could handle making lunch for Y/N on my own. Why are you guys here?”

“Well,” Joon scratches the back of his neck, a small grin playing on his lips, “we thought we could surprise you guys with a party. I mean, Y/N did such a fantastic job in court and all.”

You notice Lia step forward, holding a bag of takeout in front of her. “We came prepared with extras and even grabbed a cake.” She points at Jimin, who raises the box in his hands, not able to look directly at either of you.

“Sorry,” you whisper, brushing past Hobi towards your bedroom. You need air. Lots of it.

Finally in your room, you lean against your door, thoughts flooding your mind, overwhelming you. You run over to your window and push it open, inhaling the cool winter air. With fresh oxygen, the whirring in your head slows down and the overlapping images in your mind fade away, leaving only one. Hobi’s smiling face.

You hear the sound of your bedroom door open and close. It could be anyone of your friends.

Friends.

Friend.

That’s right. He’s your friend. The best friend you could ever hope for.

And you put your beautiful friendship in jeopardy.

Hobi is more than a friend, though. He always has been. He’s your lifeline. The one person in the whole world who makes you feel safe, heard and understood. With him, the world makes sense. You can look into his beautiful eyes and know that everything will be alright. Because, as long as he is by your side, things will be alright.

But will he still be by your side after this?

“Y/N?”

Hobi’s soft voice fills the room, echoing against your bedroom walls and against the walls of your heart. You can’t lose him. Even if you have to bury the feelings you have for him.

You turn towards him and take in how his eyebrows are stitched together, the soft pursing of his lips as he considers you with such intensity you blush again. Fuck this, fuck the effect he has on you.

You risk another glance at him and see something shift in his eyes.

“Please don’t hate me for this,” Hobi grunts as he storms towards you, a look in his eye so intense it feels physical.

When he reaches you his head tilts slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands come up to your face, pulling you into him to close the gap between you.

In contrast to the force you were expecting, his lips feel soft. They melt into yours, the softest feeling you’ve ever experienced, like the first snowfall, a feeling of weightlessness, of floating in a waterfall. And he tastes so sweet, like cotton candy at the fair he took you to, like the caramel sundae you both shared. It feels effortless. It feels as though your lips were made for each other. As though you were made for each other.

It could have been seconds and it could have been hours, but finally you two break apart, a trail of saliva still connecting you both. You smile as Hobi catches your eye, his pupils completely blown out. You expect yours were too.

“Was that ok,” he asks tentatively, and as he notices your bright smile, his own lips pull into a smirk, “or should we try it again with the tira misu?”

You laugh out loud in response. He really does know how to make you laugh.

“That was better than ok, Hobi. But I don’t mind doing it again.”

A mischievous grin plays on his lips as he lets out a sigh of relief, leaning in to kiss you again.

When you break apart you’re both smiling. His hands had made their way to your waist and as he tries to pull them away your hands fall to his, squeezing them tight and smiling at him again.

“We should probably get back to them, Hobi. They must be wondering what we’re doing in here.”

“I sent them away, Y/N. I hope that’s ok.”

You let out a sigh of relief as your smile broadens.

“Perfect. I love them, of course, but I don’t really want to face them just yet.”

He leans in again to kiss your cheek, smiling at you as you blush even harder than you already were. He loves it, the redder you get the more he wants to kiss you again and again.

He gets up and smooths out his shirt before holding out his hand to you.

“Shall we?”

Grasping your hand in his, he leads you back into the living room.

You’re met with soft music emanating from your stereo. It’s a slow jam.

You expect him to let go your hand, but instead he gives it a soft kiss and whirls you around to face him.

“Hobi—”

He pulls you into him as he starts to gently sway to the music.

“Hobi, should we talk about… what we are…?”

He pulls you in tighter, kissing the side of your head as his arms wrap around your waist and you feel him rocking his hips against yours, your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.

“Shhh pumpkin.. just dance with me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and melt into his body, swaying along with him as the music plays. Before long you feel your worries become distant memories, only the movement of your bodies filling the small crevices in your mind.

Like the calm rumble of ocean waves, Hobi’s voice whispers into your ear.

“This feels like a dream and I’m not ready to wake up yet. How long I’ve waited to kiss you, Y/N. I fantasized about us but I never thought you might feel the way I do. But this can be anything you want, pumpkin. I don’t want to pressure you. Let’s just take things slow and see how it feels, hmm? Because no matter what, I love you and I’ll do anything for you.”

The weeks of exhaustion just melt away at his words. Nothing before this moment and nothing after will ever compare to how you feel right now, at peace in his blissful embrace, his comforting aura enveloping you so completely you feel it wash away any worries or exhaustion. You feel an indefinable warmth in your chest for this gorgeous man.

“I love you, Hobi.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

Ding.

Still wrapped in Hobi’s arms you turn towards the sound, pulling Hobi out of his trance.

“Oh, the chicken is done! Give me a few minutes and I can bring it out here for us, pumpkin. Just get comfy on the couch, ok?”

You nod your head and plop onto the couch, snuggling against the cushion and popping your head over the edge to watch Hobi fix you lunch.

Then it hits you.

The most perfect man in the world is making you lunch.

And you smile to yourself as you suddenly realize you do have a someone. That someone you had been waiting for. And it’s the best someone you could have ever hoped for.

#hoseok x reader #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst #hoseok imagine #hobi x reader #hobi fluff #hobi angst #hobi imagine #lilo fics #dance with me

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aseaofyoongi · 2 years

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for the night | jhs

pairing: jhs x reader (f)

genre: angst; smut

rating: mature audiences ONLY (18+)

word count: 4.3 thousand words

summary: you and hoseok are bestfriend and in the midst of a party and your hard to decipher feelings — you make the mistake of reciprociting your bffs sexual intentions.

warnings: one night stand; mentions of sex; suppressed feelings; foul language; friends to one night stand to its complicated; penetrative (protected) sex!; oral stimulation (f. receiving); (he puts her undies in her mouth); dirty talk; slight degradation kink; semi public sex; bickering; spanking; dom-ish hoseok; house party au; jealousy; descriptions of broken heart; unresolved emotions; hoseok is kind of a fuckboi; it is complicated to say the least

posted: sunday october 16, 2022 | 9:10AM

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Now. .

How did that saying go again? you swore you tried your hardest to recall. You did. But it was a given that past the blaring hip-hop beats being emitted (by whoever the fuck had the aux to the speaker sitting in the corner of the living room), your tympanum refused to fulfill its duty. You were still here but everything seemed just so far away — as if you were miles from here. You weren’t though because from where you stood at the foot of the stairs you were just steps away from the rather blurry swarm of bodies dancing to whatever the fuck was being played now.

Alcohol had not entered your system once that night but your head felt in a haze nevertheless and a pungent headache lurked right at its heel.

Still, everything remained at an arm’s length from reality — everything. Your hearing was muffled; your eyes couldn’t make out the simplest of details. And your body. . felt as if it was steering through the midnight sky, swimming past unobtrusive waxen clouds as the luminance of the bright stars served as your guide slowly leading your feet up the stairs.

Your hands intertwined in his — wrapped so tightly against one another it almost perfectly mimicked the loops of infinity.

It felt binding. As if you were meant to hold his hands like this forever and that very thought scared you — it was wrong. You knew deep down.

But. .

In that moment you couldn’t quite make out why you haven’t been in this situation before your clammy hands holding by his silky palms. . you’ve known eachother since diapers and you couldn’t remember the last time you both held hands at all — you have been deprived of his ravening touch.

. . because goddamn it felt do fucking right.

The stairs were congested as unrecognizable bodies lingered all over; some couples were kissing, others conversing and others simply stood around and though they were all occupied in their own endeavors you could feel their judgemental eyes on the two of you — on you.

Though the flashing lights made it nearly impossible to see; You felt dozens of prying eyes picking apart your actions as you neared the top of the stairs — his hands still leading you to the nearest available room.

All silently judging with their lingering stares and fingers pointed in your direction.

Still, the only thing on your mind concerned itself with was following him to what you knew would be the best and worst decision you’ve ever made.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he stopped abruptly in the middle of the ill-lit hallway. He spoke in a soft tone, of course, you could hear him better now as you were farther away from the ear-splitting music.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Would I have come all the way up here if I wasn’t?” You tried your hardest not to stumble on your words but you couldn’t help the feeling bubbling at the pit of your stomach. Truly, you couldn’t wait for him to take you inside one of these fucking room already.

Standing in-front of him you knew you always found your best friend attractive; you knew he had the type of beauty no other boy could embody — but you couldn’t quite pinpoint when it all just: shifted.

When everything began feeling like this.

But if there was one thing you were certain of it was what you feel is not how best friends are supposed to feel about each other.

“There's no need for formalities, Hoseok,” you grabbed him by his oversized shirt until your back met the wall directly behind you, “we’re just best friends helping each other out while at a shitty party.”

God, you were a fucking liar.

But your body ached for his touch and you just wanted to satisfy the craving even if it was just for one night.

His heart shaped lips hovered over yours while hands began to massage your inner thigh — hiking up your sundress just a bit.

“That’s the thing,” he whispered into the shell of your ear — there was a wave of electrical shocks making their way down your spine. His voice was soft as if mimicking the feeling of the grainy white sands of the beach under the soles of your feet. So soft and warm.

He continued: “You're my best friend. I really don’t want to fuck this up. But yo-”

His warm slender fingers inched closer to your core. There were traces of hesitation in his soothing exploration of your skin but you wanted all of him; all at once.

“—But what?” your arms rested on his shoulders as you raked your fingers through the long dark strands resting at his nape.

“But—” His dark eyes were cast over you like a nimbostratus cloud; you couldn’t deny it was intimidating. They were so expressive yet so difficult to read, “you know. .”

“You’re being super fucking vague, Hoseok.”

“I just want to make sure you’re aware of the implications at stake here,” his eyebrows were furrowed almost making it seem like he had a unibrow. There was a tinge of concern written over his sharp features.

You understood where his worries derived from — you did. But personally, your mind was clouded by his fingertips on your skin and personally you just craved the comforting feeling of his body heat in your vicinity to care about the consequences to follow at all.

At this moment, you couldn’t be bothered with what came next (although, you knew if anybody found out about this escapade it would be enough to cause a stir).

“Hoseok, I told you already,” you used your pointer and middle finger to guide his face closer to yours, “I just want to live in the moment.”

“I really didn’t want to hear those words from you,” his forehead was now resting on yours, “I don’t want to ruin. . us.”

“This will ruin nothing. Trust me tomorrow morning we’ll be best friends. Just as we’ve always been.”

“No feelings attached?” He asked.

There were blaring rumbles of thunder overshadowing the music just a floor below. All background noise ceased once again and you were left with a rumpus storm blazing just above you — its downpour washed over you like droplets of dismay drenching you with sorrow.

Of course, it was implied. You implied it.

But you couldn’t help how much those three fucking words gashed another wound into your heart.

“No strings attached.”

Those three fucking words. You couldn’t tell if you were pathetic or just fucking selfish.

His lips felt like pads of his cotton fingertips against your neck; all airy and light. Hoseok’s fingers reclaimed their position under the fabric of your dress and you couldn’t help the goosebumps forming on your skin.

closer.

Euphoric was truly the only way you could explain the way his digits felt against your folds even through the thin fabric of your underwear.

“Fuck—” you moaned softly, “it feels so good.”

“This isn’t even the best of it,” He rubbed gentle circles on your clit — nothing was off yet; you were both completely dressed but you already felt so indulged in pleasure your mind began dozing off causing a bit of dizziness to transpire. You were ready to comply with anything he requested.

. . That was until you heard the next few words uttered, “can you take your panties off please?”

His words were saccharine and you felt the way his soft tone bounced within your inner ear. A request which had your morals stripped but your body — your pussy, more specifically — wanted to comply without second thought.

“Like. .” you looked around the dim hallway. It was definitely vacant but you couldn’t help but feel like someone could walk up here at any moment — after all the cleanest bathroom was just a couple of doors from where he had you up against the wall, “right here. . right now?”

“What? Are you afraid someone might see us?”

Yes. No. Kinda.

Instead, though, you shook your head.

He leaned in slowly — his lips were now inches away from yours and still that smug expression remained plastered on his face.

“Then, what are you waiting for huh?” His command was masked behind a sensuous tone and though he posed his words in the form of a question, there was also a sense of command and you knew it wasn’t really a request.

If it was any other person this absurd request would’ve been thrown out the window and into the crisp midnight air to never be heard from again but it was |him|. And somehow - someway things felt different.

This was Jung Hoseok; your best friend.

He lifted your chin up — your gaze no longer lingering towards the carpeted floor.

He seemed concerned. . but you know there was no other intent of love behind his softhearted expression. At least, not how you wanted, you were only friends after all.

“Of course,” he cleared his throat, “that’s only if you want to.”

“I do.”

He flashed a smile so illuminating it could probably put that old bitch we call the sun right out of its daily occupance. Because even standing in between narrow walls making up the dark hallway his essence alone glowed so overwhelmingly bright — it was intoxicating yet comforting somehow.

You didn’t know. Your thoughts were just mush and all you could think about was his touch navigating every inch of your body.

“No, I mean—” he cleared his throat, backing away from you leaning on the way opposite from you, “are you sure you want this?” he pointed to the both of you, “I just want to make sure I’m not crossing a boundary I’m not supposed to and you seem a bit hesitant honestly.”

“It’s not hesitancy,” you began, “your, uh. . your little request took me a bit by surprise is all.”

He beamed teasingly, “Oh, I see. You’re a closed doors kind of girl.”

“Typically.”

“I’m sure there’s an available room behind one of these doors,” he shrugged.

“I suppose that’s more suitable but I’ve just decided I’m open to exploring new things beginning tonight.”

“Tonight?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Tonight.” you confirmed. Your hand slipped under your tight dress sluggardly removing the underwear that stood between you meeting Hoseok’s digits. He closed the distance between the two of you once again caging you back against the wall.

“Are these for me?” his delicate fingers grazed your hand as he grabbed your underwear right out of your hand and placed them in his back pocket.

“I’ll let you keep them if you answer one question. .” You just needed to know.

Hoseok began placing fragile kisses on the nape of your neck — time and time again you could feel the precipitous thunderbolt traveling down your spine as his lips met your scolding skin and continued to ignite that electrifying sensation in your stomach.

“Go ahead.”

“What happened with you and—” you didn’t need to finish; you could feel the hesitancy in his touch at the mention of her name.

He cleared his throat, “broke up last week.”

“You didn—”

“I didn’t want to remember. .” he huffed.

“But it’s me, remember?” you couldn’t mask the undeniable anger in your voice, “I thought we were closer than that.”

“We are. . And I was going to tell you but I was just really trying to avoid remembering. I don’t know,” he sighed, “It was a just—”

“Just. .”

“It was tough.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that alone,” you caressed the apples of his delicate cheeks, “but you also neglected my very reliable shoulder to cry on.”

He smiled, “I must be the worst best friend ever.”

“The worstest.”

“The worstest,” he repeated — both of his palms laid flat on the wall. One on either side of your head as he caged you into that very spot once again, “is there any way I can make it up to you?”

Although you could vaguely make out the tumultuous music just a few steps down the stairs, but the silence surrounding the bubble you two found yourselves in was deafening. It triggered an obnoxious ringing in your ear — and all your eyes were attentive to the was way his eyes roamed your figure.

Finally, the guilt you have let stand between you and acting on what you’ve felt for him (for quite sometime now) ceased.

Your brain had its time in controlling your actions — now it was time to listen to your body.

“I want you, Hoseok.”

Those four words served as the corroboration he needed in wanting to embark on his sinful endeavors because seconds after you vocalized your sexual reciprocation he was down on his knees in front of you. His hands were inching closer to your inner thighs — his fingers felt scorching hot against your skin.

“Hoseok,” he halted his ministrations on your thigh and looked up at you with dilated pupils.

“Can I eat you out doll?” He whispered his voice was low and tainted with sin.

You nodded eagerly.

He chuckled — it was deep; sedating; mischievous and it rumbled loudly coursing through you up like raucous lightning.

Hoseok didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to — you saw the way his head dipped under the dark fabric of your dress as he spread your legs further apart. Moving closer and to where your body yearned most for his attention.

It’s like you were floating on the serene waters of the ocean. The water made you feel completely weightless as the sun kissed your skin softly — that’s how it felt when Hoseok's lips met your folds in a delicate kiss.

His tongue was more menacing, though, and a bit torturous. You learned that quickly when he began swiping slow paced wet strides against your lips down below — slowly enacting a zigzag motion with the tip of his tongue on your clit. Your eyes were shut tightly as you continued carding your fingers through his hair pushing his face deeper against you completely drowning him in your juices.

And. . he continued with this subtle attack for a while but you were slowly growing impatient.

“Hoseok,” you moaned, “please, I need more.”

He hummed against your core which sent shock currents down your spine. It was chilling the power he already had over you even with just his tongue.

Hoseok grabbed the back of your thighs, placing your legs on his shoulder. You squealed as your right hand darted towards his dark locs immediately, “you’re so fucking wet you know that?”

“Damn, why haven’t I had you like this before?” His voice was a bit hoarse and a bit deeper than before. . Sexy.

He didn’t give you much time to respond at all — your head spun with a million ways to form the words, ‘I don’t know you idiot. You could’ve easily had me all along.’

But he didn’t give you time at all.

His lips hungrily crashed against your folds once again — his tongue switched to a combination of sucking and licking on the sensitive bud residing between your labia. It felt like bolts of electricity coursing through your body; the way your legs shook could attest to the avenue of pleasure he steered you down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” you panted as he began slurping your juices, “your so good Hoseok. You’re fucking tongue is so good.”

A string of curses left your mouth as he continued his desirous-starved attack. The dulcet noises you both emitted disappeared into the muggy air of the unfilled hallway. . well unfilled besides the two of you of course.

“Hoseok, I’m g-gonna cum.” you stuttered.

“Cum,” he hummed against you, “cum for me, doll.”

A massive wave of pleasure washed over your body as you felt the knot in your abdomen tightened. His name was the last coherent word out of your mouth before you succumbed to yelps of bliss while riding out your orgasm.

“You were so fucking good for me doll,” he wiped your juices right off his chin, “so sweet. . so fucking sweet.”

You wanted to express so much but your mouth simply did not comply. You were still floating on the cerulean waters, completely immersed in the tinges of pleasure which lingered behind.

“My tongue alone made you dumb?” He snickered, setting your feet back onto the floor.

“D-don’t get cocky Jung Hoseok,” you rolled your eyes.

“D-don’t,” he teased, “someone sounds clearly affected. Plus, if I remember correctly you were praising my tongue just seconds ago. . you know, before you made a mess of your face.”

You scoffed playfully, punching his arm, “I practically had to fake that whole thing.”

“Oh, yeah?” There are hints of an insinuated challenge lingering in his tone, “then what was the whole ‘Uh, Hoseok I’m coming — im coming’ about?” He dramaticized in a high pitch tone, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You’re delusional,” you glanced towards the top of the stairs — still, you two were alone.

“Don’t tell me you’re still anxious about our very discreet location choice?” he winked, “I told you no one comes up here. Joon’s very strict about it.”

You shrugged.

“That’s too bad. . I kinda had a great idea pop into my head just now.”

“Which would be?” your interest was definitely peaked but you just knew it would be something along the lines of his sexual desires (something you were definitely not opposed to), and this damned hallway.

“Can I fuck you right here?”

His words rammed into your head like a truck. If you were in a mental dismay before now your brain was completely reduced to a puddle of nothing — just a massive puréed mess sitting behind your skull.

It was simply not functioning anymore.

You’d imagine him to be like this behind closed doors. It would explain the trail of girls following behind him with broken hearts (even when he was in a relationship), but you never actually thought you’d be in this position — his filthy words expressed for your ears only.

“Yes,” You forcefully swallowed down your nervousness, “yes, please fuck me right here.”

“Turn around for me,” You did.

He hiked your dress up to your waist, exposing your bare ass in the process, “Damn, I really missed out on you before today. You’re all full of surprises aren’t you bestfriend?”

You giggled — God, you sounded like a high school girl with a crush.

“Just look at this ass,” he landed a smack after another on your bottom. Your ass felt red hot and you were sure his hand prints had marked you as his. And every single time his palm met your skin you could feel how drenched you became.

“Hoseok,” you cried out.

“You’re a fucking goddess.” Again, his honeyed praises were like a boastful ballad to your ears and you loved it; you were consumed by it — completely and utterly intoxicated by it.

“You’ll be the fucking death of me, Jung Hoseok.”

“Before that happens though, can you please open your mouth for me, doll?” He asked. You complied easily; leaning your head back to take a look at him to try and decipher what he was plotting. . instead you found him digging into his back pocket and you quickly seemed to put two-and-two together.

“Can I?” He asked rolling your underwear into the shape of a ball — you nodded welcoming the silk fabric past your lips. Hoseok held your chin; his eyes glued on yours, “you're more mesmerizing than the stars themselves. A dream is what you are. . so perfect.”

Still, stood pressed up against the wall with a warm sensation spreading to your cheeks at his adoring reassurances. Avidity pumped through your veins as your back faced him waiting as he slipped the condom on his erection. You wanted to tell him to hurry fuck up but instead you opted for patience plus you weren’t exactly in a position to communicate any intelligible words.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded vigorously — immediately his laugh rumbled through the hallway. Your evident ‘eagerness’ was still ‘likely’ a bit pathetic but you didn’t care.

Instead of basking in serenity while floating on the light current of the ocean water, as you previously were — your body was driven by anticipation and the persistent titillation bubbling deep in your stomach as you waited for him to fill you up.

Though, it didn’t take long at all for Hoseok to fulfill your unspoken wish as his cock pushed past your entrance, burying itself deep in you.

“Are you doing OK?” He asked after letting you adjust to him for a couple minutes, “can I move?”

You nodded once again as the makeshift gag prevented you from being vocal at all.

Hoseok’s pace was expeditious in the way it completely invaded your walls as he moved his hips to a pace that had you a mumbling mess in-front of him.

But he kept at it — forward and backward he moved. His delectable rhythm met your desire where you needed him most.

“You love this don’t you? You’ve been hiding from me all this time but I — fuck—,” Hoseok groaned as he continued pounding into your pussy, “I have you all figured out. You like to be fucked like a fucking slut.”

Your muffled moans were scarcely audible but both of you knew Hoseok was deciphering your body in a way no one ever has.

“You’re about to cum aren’t you baby? You’re fucking squeezing so tight agaisnt me,” You couldn’t see him at all but you knew — you just knew — he looked heavenly nearing his climax, “I’m so close too. . so fucking close.” he rambled on.

The both of you only lasted a couple more minutes before you were engulfed in a mountainous wave of pleasure.

“You were—” he began through uneven breaths, “fucking amazing.”

He removed the black underwear from your mouth, “you did all the work though.”

“It was the least I could do.”

There was a vibrant; and slightly idiotic smile plastered on your face, “you’re just saying that cause I finally let you fuck me.”

“I’m incapable of lying. You should know that.”

“You’re a pathological liar you mean,” you teased, “and give me my panties back. I need those!”

“Trust me, you don’t need these where we’re going,” he winked and he held out his hand for you — you placed your hand in his as he led you down the hallway and finally to the privacy of one of the rooms.

The rays of the early morning sun illuminated the room as they snuck their way in through the slightly drawn blinds. You yawned — stretching your hand to greet the boy who had spent the latter time of the night devoting himself to bringing you pleasure.

. . But he wasn’t there.

There was a slight crack opening in the walls of your heart as gloominess lingered in quickly followed by a vigorous rainstorm.

He left.

God, you were overthinking.

This meant nothing. He was likely just a floor below getting himself some breakfast.

Yeah.

Why did he leave you so fast though? You wanted to talk to him — to tell him how you really felt. You just wanted to let it all out.

Where was he?

Your dress was discarded on the floor — but his clothes were gone; no longer contributing to the pool of clothes composed of both of the garments you both rid yourselves just a few hours prior.

His clothes are gone. . You weren’t hung over. God knows you hadn’t touched a single drink at the party but your head was pounding — drumming to the beat of the strident crescendo thumping at your chest.

Quickly, you slid on your dress and traveled down the hallway of — memories — and down the stairs. The further you traveled into the living room area the more you realized nearly every inch of the house was disarranged and littered beyond recognition.

“Fuck—” you nearly triped on a mountain of discarded solo cups left on Joon’s floor.

“Who died?” You recognized that voice anywhere.

“I’m good, Namu. Not dead yet but I will hold you liable if I break my neck trying to make it to the kitchen,” you yelled back.

“And I will be happy to be held accountable no questions asked,” you smiled as you rounded the corner into the kitchen; he was making coffee. “So, what did you get into last night?” He held up a mug inaudibly asking if you wanted some as well and you nodded.

“Uh, I wasn’t feeling too good so I crashed in one of the guest rooms upstairs.”

“Did you at least have fun? I blacked out within the first fucking fifteen minutes and now look at this place,” he handed you your hot drink as he pulled out one of the stalls to take a seat beside you.

“Yeah,” you stammered trying to avoid any unintentional reaction to become visible on your features — you really didn’t feel like lying anymore than you already had to this morning, “it was definitely your best party yet.”

“I’m glad to hear.”

“Is anybody still around?” Though, ‘Is Hoseok still around?’ is what you really wanted to ask.

“Jimin and Jungkook are upstairs in Jungkook’s room. I’m not entirely sure where the rest are and Hoseok is outside talking to his ex or current girl,” he shrugged, “I’m not sure what’s happening there.”

No wonder he left you alone in bed.

He was talking to her.

The despairing song continued its loop blaringly and you could feel the cracks ripping apart the walls of your heart.

“I’m gonna run upstairs to shower and then clean around. Are you leaving now?”

“I’ll stay behind and help, if you want.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

Namjoon’s exit from the kitchen was your cue to stand by the window with a clear view to the backyard. . though you figured in the back of your head you knew you couldn’t help but feel utterly defeated when your eyes caught a glimpse of their lips dancing so passionately against each others.

The calming sea you once felt has grown hungry and in a swift movement it swallowed you down to the bottom of the sea.

As you laid on the floor of the ocean you recalled the saying your mind failed to remember the night before: do not sleep with your fucking bestfriend.

author’s note: well here we are again at — smut plaza — again, excuse if this bad as it is only my 2nd smut ever and I. . well I tried.

The playlist included at the top is a compilation of songs which kind of helped me write this truly; so I hope you all enjoy it as much as i did.

<3 thank you so much for reading!

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Play With Fire | JHS

▻ Play With Fire ↳ Arsonist!Hoseok x Criminal!f.Reader ⤜ Crime AU ⤜ Infatuated Lovers ⤜ WC: 8,170 ⤜ Rating: MA🔞 ⤜ Summary: Together forever- a promise. I'll never leave you- a guarantee.

Like a moth to the flame, you were drawn in from the moment you laid eyes on Jung Hoseok. Clouds of smoke and ash billowed around him, dark smudges on his cheeks and a wild, manic grin on his face. You had just finished emptying out the safe in the back office when some psycho threw a molotov through the front window of the convenience store. As you scrambled through the window you used to enter, you made the snap decision to run after the pyromaniac.

Little did you know you'd catch fire in an instant and burn hotter than hell. But, you're not the only thing burning. When a job goes sideways, you both vow to make the world burn...starting with the asshole that's betrayed you. He wants to play with fire; so you'll see to it that he burns. This is the first installment for a new mini-series, Burning Up. ⚠️ Blowjob, theft, dark thoughts revolving around arson and petty crimes, Yoongi is a crime kingpin that you and Hoseok work for, talk of murder, outdoor sex, sub/dom tones, manhandling, fire play, creampie, orgasm denial/edging, praise, restraints, fingering, guns/someone gets shot, blood, it’s all a little dark. Each part will have specific warnings at the top.

Chapter 1. Strike A Match

Chapter 2. Going Up In Smoke

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ February 2023 “Hearts On Fire” Writing Event.

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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hello there! can i make a request about One Night Stand with Hoseok? thank you

One Night Only

pairing; jung hoseok x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, one night stand au, music festival au

warnings; cursing, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, mentions of blood, small fight, dirty talk, praising, oral (m and f receiving), cum play, spit play, sex with a condom (be smart pls), hand job, fingering, blow job, cum swallowing, doggy style sex, rough sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 6,028

a/n; thank you so much for the request! like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated.

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Read the not so direct sequel -> Daydream

You met him through the latest dating app.

One that was mainly used to just hook up with people that were close by.

That should’ve been your first warning.

When he invited you to hang at a music festival taking place in the middle of the desert of fucking nowhere?

That should’ve been your second warning.

And the third? Well. That’s going to come later.

Transcendence is a massive festival around these parts, it seems. It’s three days of indie, alt, and punk music. Most people come out here in tents, campers, and RV’s alike to camp out.

As you begin the strenuous trek from the public parking section of the huge lot, you see other festival goers around you dressed in an eclectic mix of boho chic fashion trends, punk and alt styles, and what you can only describe as ‘homeless but make it $10,000’.

Finally making it past the festival gates after getting through what they deemed as ‘security’, but was really two people who acted like they really didn’t want to to be there and rushed everyone through, you realize this whole thing might be better than you originally thought. Eclectic art sculptures, people doing yoga, witnessing what you could only assume is some weird hippie pagan ritual, a man with a goat, and of course, the heavy smell of pot permeating throughout.

Wandering further into the festival, you seem to make it to the food portion of it. As you’re checking out the diverse food stalls as well as art installations littered around, your attention is suddenly drawn by an exaggeratedly loud and obnoxious giggle. You cringed. This girl was laying it on thick. You couldn’t help but overhear the conversation she was in, keeping your back to her and her mystery partner, not yet sure who she was talking with, but you wanted to see if her tactic would work.

“Yeah, so, like, your chakras are probably out of line. I could give you a reiki massage or—,” she trailed off in a suggestive tone. The only thing you could make out from your peripheral was that she was one of the boho dressed festival goers. You bit your lip to prevent the laugh that was starting to bubble up your throat, about ninety percent sure that this isn’t the first time she’s more than likely used this line on someone.

Deciding to take a peak, you acted as if you were stretching as you turned your body around to face them. To your surprise, it’s not just one boho chic girl, but a group of them. They were all surrounding one very relaxed guy who is leaning against what appears to be a renovated school bus and smoking a joint.

“Maybe another time.” The male spoke, disinterested, yet wore a friendly smile.

You snorted in disbelief, but thoroughly amused.

It was your supposed date for the evening — Jung Hoseok.

You’re not dating him, he’s free to do whatever he wants. With a confident strut, you approach. His eyes flicker up to meet yours when he notices you approach, his grin widening with each step you take towards him.

“Y/N!”

He practically shakes off the gaggle of women as he passes off his joint to a random person and jogs over to you the rest of the way. As he goes in for a hug, you begin to feel mischievous. You decided to take it one step further and lean up to press your lips firmly to his instead. To your surprise, he goes with it. Securing an arm around your waist, he pulls your body flush against his and returns the kiss in fervor.

When he pulls away, he’s smiling wider, if that’s even possible. You give him your flirtiest wink.

“I’m so glad you made it.” He spoke sincerely, voice laced with relief and excitement.

That’s when the previous boho chick wanted to ensure you both that she was still there.

“Uh, do you know them, Hobi?”

You both turn back to the woman, his arm still hung around your waist and your hand splayed on his chest as you lean against him. Some of the women have dispersed, clearly realizing that you are the one Hoseok is interested in. You look up to him to answer and see his eyes flash with a mischievous glint of their own.

“Yeah. This is y/n. We’re childhood friends.”

You feign a look of betrayal, the hand that was once on his chest coming up to cover your mouth before you smacked him in the chest, hard. He gave a wince at your action, but let you continue with your own little act.

“Is that all we are? What am I going to tell our son?!”

“S—Son?” He choked on his own spit, reply broken up as he stuttered, flabbergasted at the direction where you chose to take this charade of yours. “You didn’t tell me I had a son.”

“It’s because I adopted him and signed your name. Your signature isn’t as complicated as you think.”

He gave a fake sigh, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“You told me you wouldn’t do that again. In fact, you promised me, y/n.”

“Well—,” you paused for dramatic effect. “I lied to you. It was the only way.”

He rips his body away from yours as if being burned, crossing his arms over his chest. Angling his body away from yours, he replies angrily.

“I can’t believe you’ve conned me into adopting more children! I can’t forgive you this time.” He made a show of beginning to walk away as you threw yet another layer on top of your snowball of a lie.

“What if I told you I was pregnant?” Your face was serious when he stopped and pivoted on his heel to give you a look that was just as serious as yours.

“I would tell you to stop that.”

“Fair enough.”

“Right. Good luck with that.” The boho chick piped in, a look of disgust on her face.

The women dispersed after that, clearly not in on the joke and vaguely confused in general. Once they’re long out of sight, you look at Hoseok and snicker. He gives you a clap on the back, amused by the whole situation.

“Sorry. Were they your friends?” You face was one of faux concern, but your sarcastic tone contradicted it entirely.

“Okay.” He smiled sheepishly. “So, don’t judge me.”

“Oh boy.”

“I have no clue what any of their names are. They just kinda latched onto me from the moment I got here.”

“If you can just attract people like that, why the hell were you on that dating app?” You asked, genuinely curious, but not judging.

He clicked his tongue, pointing finger guns at you as he replied back.

“Well, see, there’s just a fundamental issue with all of them.”

“Which is….?” You trailed off, eyes squinting at him.

“None of them were you, of course.”

You throw your head back and let out a loud laugh and he swears he could listen to you laugh all day if you’d let him.

“What a smooth talker you are, Hoseok.”

“Hobi. Just call me Hobi.” He smiled warmly at you as you regained control of yourself from your little fit of laughter.

“Hobi.” You like the way it rolls off your tongue as you test it out, equally as warm smile appearing on your face in return.

“Shall we?” He thumbs behind him, then leads the way back over to the bus he was previously leaning on when you first saw him as you trailed steps behind him.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Can I get you something? Beer? Wine? Tequila?”

“Tequila, please.”

“Good choice.”

After popping open a folding chair so that you can settle in and sit down, he runs up the steps and into the elongated school bus. He then returns shortly, stepping down carefully with two red solo cups in hand. He passes one to you that you take with a grateful smile, murmuring your thanks. Unfolding another chair, he sits down next to you and takes a swig of the tequila. You do the same.

A comfortable silence forms, lasting all of five seconds until you can no longer hide your growing curiosity on the eyesore that is the bus in front of you.

“So, is that a school bus?”

“Huh?” He seemed to zone out for a second, his eyes surveying fellow festival goers as they walked past you both. “Oh, yeah.”

He laughs, looking back at the bus fondly. It’s definitely a school bus, but it’s been painted over, slate blue and white. Although, currently, it has more of a dusted orange tint to it due to the desert. He then satiated your wondering mind with an explanation.

“It was a project I’ve been working on for awhile. I’m just kinda traveling, so I decided to redo a bus and make it my home for the time being.” He then went on to describe exactly how much work he put into it which had you guffaw at him, face morphing into one of shock with each thing he listed. “Ripped out the inside, popped in a bed, a stereo system, a kitchen. It’s pretty lit inside if I do say so myself. I’ll show you later.”

As you’re about to ask another question, a group of alt guys walk by.

“Hey, Hobi!” The two fist bump with bright smiles.

“Hey! What’s up, man? You guys all finished with the sets?” Hobi asks the mystery male.

“Yeah! You wanna come hang with us at the pirate ship?”

Pirate ship? Why are you not surprised.

“Maybe later, man.”

Finally seeming to notice you through his stoner haze, the guy shifts his attention over to you. He smacks Hobi on the shoulder with a cheeky grin.

“Yo, who’s this?”

“This is y/n, she’s my—,” he looks over at you to finish, leaving it up to you. He should’ve known by now that that wouldn’t be a wise idea.

“I’m pregnant with his child.”

You stare point blank at the alt guy, as you take another large swig of the tequila that he obviously hasn’t noticed you nursing this whole time. Hobi just snorts and doubles over in laughter at your completely straight face.

He swears, you should become an actress. He curiously then wonders if you are, cause it would make a whole lot of sense if it was true. He stored that question in his mind to ask you later.

You continued on with your ruse, the guy fully believing you still, no doubt due to the high he was currently on.

“We met at the last music festival. Figured I’d better track him down and make an honest man out of him and whatnot.” You waved your hand in the air lazily, emitting an aura of nonchalance.

“We’re going to name the kid after the next music festival we attend together.”

“Tight. Alright man, we’ll catch you later. Nice meeting you, Hobi’s baby momma.”

“Yup. Later, bro.”

He gives one last fist bump to your apparent ‘baby daddy’ and salutes you with a wink, then he and the rest of the alt guys walk off and leave you two alone, yet again.

Your male companion then turns back to you with a wide smile, looking you up and down as if studying you.

“So, seeing as I’m gonna be a dad to our little music festival baby—,” he trailed off with a deep chuckle. “Tell me a bit about yourself?”

You angle your body in the chair towards him as you chug the rest of your tequila, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat and into your stomach with a warming sensation. He mimics your position in his own chair, chugging his drink to match your pace. Once done, he offers to take yours and he slides it underneath his, putting it in the cup holder on his chair.

When his attention was back on you, did you answer his question.

“I’m an artist.”

“Oh? Sick. What kind of artist?”

“I’m a musician.”

He could feel the effects of the alcohol take a slight toll on him as he says his next words.

“There’s something really beautiful about that. You’ll fit in around here.”

You could tell he was sincere with his words, and it made you give him a warm smile.

“Mhm. I already do!”

“Hey.” He leans in your direction. “But do you love what you do?”

“Yes.” Like Hobi, the effects of the tequila were starting to hit you as well, and if he found sober you entertaining? He was going to love drunk you. “And let me tell you.” You lift your pointer finger at him with emphasis. “The whole ‘if you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life thing’ that people always spew? Yeah, that’s bullshit.”

Noticing the slight hostility in your voice, he comes to the conclusion that this may or may not be a sensitive topic for you and decides it’s time to talk about something else, or better yet, do something else.

“Anyways, we’re here, might as well experience it to the fullest, right?” He offers, though backtracks a bit as he thinks on what exactly can occur during this music festival. “Although, if you just wanted to hang around here for now, I get it. Day one of any festival is pretty rowdy around this time.”

“What do you mean?” Considering this is the very first music festival you’ve ever attended, you had no idea what he was talking about.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Drunk people grinding on strangers, people stage diving, fights — it’s a real party, but it can be pretty fun. What do you say? Wanna risk it by the stage?”

You lean forward towards him, chair wobbling from the weight and threatening to topple over if you leaned any further to the one side. He cautiously puts his hands up in case he needed to catch your haphazard form. You didn’t take any notice.

“Bitch. I. So. Do.”

Laughing at your enthusiasm, he stands up and offers you his hand.

“Well then, shall we?”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

You head to one of the many stages scattered around the huge festival. A decently popular band called ‘Guys Not Dogs’ are playing. True to their name, they are, in fact, not dogs. Their music is actually really good, and soon enough both you and Hobi are dancing along with the crowd around you.

With a firm hand on your waist, he pulls you close to him, your back to his front. Your bodies grind against each other sensually as you sway to the music.

You’re pretty sure it’s a mix of the alcohol in your system and the loud vibration of the music you could feel shoot up your body from the soles of your feet, but you tilt your head back to lay it on his shoulder and look up at him with a need to suddenly kiss him.

His eyes are locked with yours as he reads the message you’re trying to send loud and clear, having his own hidden desire to kiss you again. You lock lips with him and he grips you tightly, your own hand raising to place it firmly on his cheek to push his head further down to deepen the kiss. Now, you’re both effectively making out in the crowd, not a care in the world. It’s extremely hot, and you can feel your heart beat pick up a bit.

Before either of you know it, you’ve stopped dancing completely in favor of kissing.

He slowly pulls away from you, a thin string of saliva connects your lips from the battle of tongues that ensued in your mouths, both of you too stubborn to let the other win, before it splits in half and your lips are fully disconnected. He smiles at you with his entire face.

After another song finishes, he turns to you, his hands on your hips tapping out a random beat as he asks you a question.

“I’m going to get us some drinks. Is there anything specific you’d like?”

“Wine cooler.” It was the first thing that came to mind, you just trying to get your answer out before the next song blasted through the speakers and left you deaf to his words.

“Okay, I’ll be right back!”

Soon as he runs off, the song starts and you cheer along with the crowd. You bob your head and sway your hips to the music, arms up in the air as you get lost in the vibe of the song.

Before long, someone comes up behind you and begins to dance with you. You let out a giddy laugh, and inwardly you’re impressed with how quick he was to return, you thinking it would take a lot longer.

You turn your body around with a compliment on your lips for Hobi, when it dies in your throat the instant you lock eyes with the person behind you.

Someone who definitely wasn’t him.

The guy who has come up to you sways and flashes you a goofy grin. You’ll admit, he was cute. But still, you felt awkward. And it doesn’t sit well with you knowing that he’s obviously very drunk already.

You tried to remedy the situation with a small, but albeit, friendly smile so as not to cause a scene.

“Uh, sorry? No. I—I’m waiting for someone.” Your tried to keep your tone light and friendly as you spoke loud enough for him to hear you over the loud bass.

“Huh?” He replies yelling loudly, a dumbfounded look on his face. “What do you mean?”

You take a step back as the spit that flies out of his mouth with his words land surreptitiously on your thoroughly disgusted face. He takes a step towards you, his legs wobbling. Within seconds he’s tripped over himself, knocking you right into the ground in his clumsy attempt to right himself.

You throw your hands up in front of your face to try and protect yourself as people still danced around you, only some of them aware that you are in a perfect trampling position. Your mind races as you try to figure out what to do, the alcohol in your system clouding your mind.

“Hey! What the fuck?!” You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear his very loud, very pissed off voice from somewhere above you. “Get away from her!”

You hear a loud ‘crack’, and then you’re violently jerked back up onto your feet. The sudden movement causing you to get lightheaded for a moment, before you fully regain your bearings and realize you’re not on your feet at all. Looking up into Hobi’s worried gaze, you come to the conclusion he’s carrying you bridal style. It’s not until his focus shifts from you to the ground, do you also look, and see the drunk guy who had just knocked you down cradling a bloody nose.

The neighboring crowd around you has stopped and created a circle to watch the chaos that has seemed to unfold, you could hear the murmuring and whispers as they try and piece together what exactly happened.

Apparently, it was even enough to make the actual band playing onstage pause their music, the lead singer’s voice suddenly booming through the speakers on it’s own, sounding slightly concerned, but mainly pissed off from being interrupted.

“Hey! What’s going on over there? Security!”

“You good to run?” Hobi questions you quickly, and you only nod your head.

Deeming it enough, he sets you back on the ground, and before you could straighten up completely, he’s grabbing your hand and running in a random direction, pushing through the crowd.

Only minutes later, once you are both safely away from the commotion of the stage and the crowd, does Hobi let go of your hand to fall on the ground in a sitting position catching his breath. His arms are dangling over his knees, and his head is tilted downward between them. You opt to still standing, but being hunched over with your hands on your knees, your own chest heaving from the physical exertion that your body wasn’t used too.

“You—Saved me?” You ask in between breaths, brows furrowed over the events you didn’t get to see, but could assume occurred.

Hobi let’s out a deep chuckle, his shoulders bouncing up and down in the process. He tilts his head back to look up at your standing form with a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, I guess. But, honestly? What was I supposed to do? You were in trouble.” His whole body may have been exhausted, but his voice still somehow remained both jovial and nonchalant, like he’s been through this kind of thing before with someone else and therefore wasn’t phased.

And maybe he has, but you were still extremely grateful for him being there in your time of need.

“Thank you, for getting me out of there.” You straightened back up with a small, but albet thankful smile, extending your hand out for him to grab in order to help him up off the ground. He takes it with a wide grin, standing back up on his feet in no time as you continue with your words of gratitude. “I was in a really bad spot after I got knocked to the ground. I’m glad you came. I could’ve really gotten hurt — but I’m okay, thanks to you.”

Hobi scratched the tip of his nose in embarrassment over your sincere words.

“I’m glad you’re alright. I really had no idea what happened. I just saw you on the ground with that guy standing over you and I thought he hit you.”

“He didn’t hit me, he was just drunk. I don’t think he meant to knock me on the ground at all. I was more worried about being trampled than anything though…” your voice trailed off at the end, your face becoming pale upon realizing exactly what could’ve happened, envisioning it in your head like a scene from a horror movie.

Hobi could read your facial expression and how the mood changed drastically in seconds, it didn’t take him long to pull you into his arms, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly.

“It’s okay now. I’m not going to leave you alone again, okay?” His breath fans your ear for a second, him pulling away shortly to check and make sure you were fine. When you didn’t give him any signs that you weren’t, he continued. “Come on, let’s just head back to camp for the night, okay?”

In all the ruckus, you didn’t notice how the sky that was once sky blue, was now a sea of orange and purple hues, the twinkling of stars beginning to appear in it’s wake.

And with that, you head away from the festival and back to his bus.

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

“It’s getting pretty late, you know? You live far?”

“About an hour and a half, two hours if traffic is bad.”

“What?!” His expression was one of mild shock. Hands flailing around him in a comical fashion. “You can’t head home now! Why don’t you just camp out here with me?”

You knew his worry and offer came from a place of sincerity and innocence, but you still couldn’t stop the way your cheeks tinted at your own inner lewd and wishful thoughts.

When you didn’t answer right away, he became aware of your flushed look, and immediately back tracked in hopes of not sounding like a creep.

“I have a daybed you can take for the night if you’re uncomfortable? I have no problems sleeping on the floor, really.”

Stuck in your lewd thoughts, you became emboldened with your next words.

“I was thinking this was going to be more—,” your own hands made an appearance to gesture in between your bodies with a hidden message. “—erotic?”

Your entire body cringed at the use of the word, but you didn’t know how else to say it, suddenly feeling like you were back in your awkward college day encounters when you were still a virgin.

“Oh?” His brows are furrowed, not yet registering the extent of your reply.

“OH.” His eyes widen considerably, a semi flustered look appearing at putting the pieces together.

“Oh.” He attempted to play his previous response off in a more smooth and suave way.

“Yes.” His answer is short, but resolute, and you think he’s done, until he throws you for a loop. “What say—,” he trails off mysteriously. “We make things interesting? Want to play a game?”

“Okay, Jigsaw.” He lets out a loud laugh at your horror reference, it only fueling his desire as he gives you a sultry smirk.

“Would you rather — sexy edition.”

Your brows raise in response as you wave at him to further explain.

“If you have done what is asked, then you receive a sexual favor. If you haven’t done what is asked, you give the other a sexual favor. Deal?”

Your smirk matches his as you reply.

“Deal.”

*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*

Both of you sit facing one another on his bed, now safe from the rowdy all nighter festival goers whose shouts and talking outside are muffled within the bus. You’re both only in your underwear.

As he asks the first question, the game begins.

“Okay, let me think. Never have I ever….been tied up in bed.”

You bite your lip in anticipation. You’ve done that.

“Guess you have to treat me.”

“Those are the rules.”

He feigns disappointment, but his voice says otherwise, eyes darkening in the lowlight of the bedroom as he shuffles on the bed to sit behind you to pull you close. His hot breath races past your ear as he makes open mouth kisses to the side of your neck.

In this position, your knees are bent as you lean against him. He taps the inside of the knee closest to him as encouragement to part them wider and give him more room and better access to your still clothed core. You oblige.

His hand strokes down your bare stomach until his fingertips are touching the hem of your lacy underwear. He gives you a moment to stop him if you wanted too, and after a few minutes when he doesn’t get any resistance on your part does he resume in his actions.

Sliding underneath the hem of the lacy material, he skims past your tufts of pubic hair that has him sucking in a sharp breath due to finding it extremely hot not being shaved, his fingertips travel further until they find the hood of your clit and teasingly rub against it in order to go to the main destination he has in mind.

You let out a low whimper at the light touch of his fingertips that trace your opening in teasing circles, him never fully sticking a finger in yet. Your whimper goes straight to his lower half and you can feel the bulge that’s starting to form on your lower back.

“Shit, baby. You’re this wet already?” He chuckled lowly, and you bite back the witty remark on your lips and replace it with a moan, him inserting his middle finger up to the knuckle in one swift movement. His finger pumps a few long strokes into your pussy, him taking them out to gather your slick and rub it on your now swollen clit with short and fast movements.

It’s not long before your toes begin to curl as he switches between sliding his finger into your pussy and rubbing your clit with expert precision. When you grab onto his forearms with a vice grip and your moans turn into short pants, he knows you’re close.

“Let go, baby. Come on. Cum for me.” His voice whispered encouragingly into your ear and you can’t hold it back any longer. Your hips rise off the bed in your lust filled haze and he keeps rubbing your clit at a brutal pace until you forcefully push his hand away from your over sensitive bud.

Your entire body slacks against his, chest heaving as you try and calm down your breathing. He coo’s into your ear with sweet words and praise as he rocks your bodies gently side to side, his own way of helping you through your post orgasm state. Your heart swells at his actions, but you try not to let it get to you too much, knowing this was all for a game, and it was now time for the next question.

“Is it time for me to give another one already?”

“It is indeed.” You reply breathlessly.

He doesn’t move from his position as he asks you another question.

“Okay. Never have I ever gotten off to erotica.” You can see his brows waggle from your peripheral and you let out a rather unladylike snort.

“Who reads erotica these days? And besides, reading and masturbating? That’s too many things at once!” Your voice is high, expression flabbergasted, as you thrust your arms out in front of you in emphasis on the sheer absurdity of it all.

He laughs, and you feel the rumble in his chest from it, your back still against his front. He knows he’s won this round.

“I don’t get it either, but—,” he trails off knowingly, letting your silence speak for itself as you purse your lips, not liking to lose any type of game.

You heave a feigned sigh of defeat and sit up straight to turn yourself around. Now facing him on your knees do you give him a look.

“Alright, alright. I got you.”

“You don’t have too—,” his words are cut off when you push him down into the bed by his shoulders so he’s laying on his back now.

You sensually crawl up his body to straddle his hips. Leaning down, you place a bruising kiss on his parted lips from the surprise of being shoved down into submission. Breaking the kiss, you trail down his body with open mouthed kisses until you get to the hem of his Tommy Hilfiger underwear.

Shoving your fingers underneath enough to grab a hold of the hem, do you then lift the hem up to release it without warning. He lets out a sharp hiss at the unexpected sting against his waist, but you know he enjoyed it, having an up close view of the obvious tent he was now sporting. He shoots you a look that you return with an innocent one, and while he’s distracted do you swiftly pull them down in one go, letting them fall off the bed carelessly, his hard erection springing free and hitting your stomach.

Again, without warning, you lean down and plant a chaste kiss to the tip of his engorged, pre-cum leaking tip before taking it fully past your lips, cheeks hallowing in the process. You begin to bob your head up and down his length, and what you couldn’t fit in, you used one of your hands instead to do quick, short strokes. The other hand finds purpose with gently fondling his balls.

You can feel his hips begin to buck up into your mouth, and you relax your throat to allow him to fully incase himself in your warm mouth. Saliva begins to drip down the sides of your mouth and your eyes begin to water from him hitting your gag reflex. He places a hand behind your head, grunting as he looks down to watch you with hooded eyes. You want to encourage him to let go the same way that he did with you, but knowing that you couldn’t in your current position, you decided to moan continuously around his throbbing shaft, letting the vibrations speak for you.

Small moans begin to escape his mouth accompanied by his heavy panting breaths.

“Fuck—Y/N—Baby, I’m close.” It’s not even moments later do his thrusts get sloppy and uneven as he releases his warm load into your awaiting mouth. Some dribbles past your lips at the sheer amount as you make sure to swallow the rest. You pull away from his now soft cock with a ‘pop’, fingers coming up to wipe the cum off your face only to place them in your mouth and lick them clean.

The sight alone makes his dick semi hard again. You chuckle in amusement, repositioning yourself to laying down next to him with a heavy sigh. He turns onto his side to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You raise yours in wonder but don’t say anything.

“Okay. One more.” He lifts his pointer finger up in the air between your bodies. You nod subtly. “Never have I ever hooked up at a music festival.”

“Aren’t we currently doing that?” You ask confused.

“Well, look at that. You’re right. I guess it’s a tie then.” He shrugs one shoulder nonchalantly.

Your eyes narrow in suspicion.

“What does that mean?

“It means we both win.” He replies with a shit eating grin.

He quickly, but gently pushes you so you’re laying on your stomach, as he begins to trail kisses up your spine and to your neck. Your arch your back at his ministrations, effectively lifting your butt up in the air and sensually grinding your ass into his now fully hard again cock.

With a rustle of sheets, you feel the bed dip from him leaning over you to reach the little drawer built into the side of the bed. Shortly after, you hear him opening what you could only assume was a condom wrapper, his body weight shifting again as he slides it on before climbing on top of you.

His fingers trace down your spine as he whispers seductively against the shell of your ear, his finger having already hooked its way into your panties to shove the material far enough to the side to poke his cock head against your fluttering hole.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You hiss at him impatiently.

With your consent, he sheathes himself into your constricting walls until his balls slap deliciously against your pulsating clit. Your hands are immediately gripping at his sheets in order to anchor yourself as your head falls sideways onto one of the pillows unceremoniously due to his relentless pace against you.

It takes only seconds until he has you a writhing, sobbing, blubbering mess underneath him.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. Holy shit.” He grinds out between a few sharp, hard, deep, thrusts.

You’re only response is a broken whimper as you focus on chasing your high, and he feels you begin thrusting your hips back into him. He reaches one hand underneath you to rub mercilessly against your heavily swollen bud that has you screaming his name as your walls catch his throbbing member in a vice grip, the spasms causing your slick to drip down your thighs and onto the sheets as you slump down into the mattress after your orgasm.

The only thing keeping your ass in the air is his bruising grip on your waist needed to chase his own final orgasm of the night. With one last hard thrust he stills, cock twitching inside of you as his cum fills up the condom with ease.

He gently lowers your exhausted body fully onto the mattress, pulling out of you to quickly tie the condom and throw it into the trash bin that sat near the side of the bed.

As he lays down next to your already half asleep form, he maneuvers you to lay on his chest, and only grabs the sheet to pull over your bodies due to the high heat both inside and outside of the bus.

Eyes closing, he follows you into dreamland, both of you blissfully unaware of the leaking condom that lay on the bottom of the trash bin from a hole the size of a pin needle. Nor would you ever notice, until it was too late.

And thus, came your third warning.

Two blazing pink lines.

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ficlibra-ry · 2 years

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✩ Favourite fics ❤︎ Hoseok ✩

I decided to split the list of my fav fics, so every member has their own page. As usual, I hope you'll find it useful and please remember to give some feed back to the authors 💕

FAV FICS MAIN LIST

✨ - Masterpieces (my all time favourites)

A Holly, Jolly Crisis by @kpopfanfictrash // one shot // 36.2k // f, s, a // friends to enemies au, enemies to lovers au, christmas au

Arranged (available only on AO3) by obiwrites // series // 337k // f, s, a // arranged marriage au, enemies to lovers au, ceo au

Heart-On by @junghelioseok // one shot // 10.1k // f, s // strangers to lovers au

Hot Rod by @kinktae // one shot // 10k // f, s // strangers to lovers au

Madeleine by @kpopfanfictrash // one shot // 21k // f, s, a // strangers to lovers au, arranged marriage au

Silver Bells and Cockle Shells + Sleigh Bells Ring by @readyplayerhobi // two shot // 22.2k + 10.2k // f, s, a // strangers to lovers au, established relationship au, parent au, christmas au (sequel)

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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Hi! Can you do part 2 to the “they can’t find you after a fight” reaction? Love your writings 💖

He can't find you after asking you to leave during an argument (part 2) ~ BTS Reactions

Genre: Angst, Fluff

A/n: Some won't have happy endings, just a heads up :)Alsooo I TOTALLY got carried away and wrote too much lol, enjoy!

← Part 1 // BTS Reactions // Masterlist

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon released a sigh of relief the moment his eyes landed on your figure not too far away from him, jogging up to you and frowning when you didn't look up at him.

"Why did you leave?" Namjoon huffed, wiping his brown and sitting down beside you on the pavement. His leg extended across the road, slipping his hand into his pocket to take your phone out.

"You even left this behind, you scared the shit out of me, (Y/n)."

You looked across at the passing cars without responding, the flashing lights occasionally illuminating your face and making the tears in your eyes visible to Namjoon.

"Baby, I'm sorry," Namjoon whispered under his breath. "I really am. Would you please look at me?"

Namjoon tentatively poked a finger into your forearm, testing the waters to see if you'd react badly. When you didn't, Namjoon delicately slipped his hand into your palm and ran his thumb over the skin of your wrist.

"I'm really sorry. I was being such a jerk."

When a lone tear rolled down the side of your face, Namjoon looked pained. He reached up and wiped it away with the back of his hand, giving it a few more swipes when he accidentally got some of the dirt that was on his hand onto your skin.

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

You breathed out shakily, dropping your gaze and looking down. When Namjoon shuffled closer to you, a tear in his jeans caught your attention.

"What's this?" You reached for the material over his knee. Namjoon quickly jerked away in panic, letting go of your hand and holding it over his knee.

"Nothing," he squeaked, clearing his throat and repeating it again.

"Show me," you placed your hand over his, tugging it away from his jeans. You tenderly touched the denim material that was darkened with dirt and mud, not missing the wince that came from him when you pulled it away from his skin.

"Did you fall?" You looked up into his eyes through the darkness of the night.

"No?"

"Don't lie to me," you snapped, losing your patience. You unlocked your phone to turn the torch on but his warm hand that covered yours stopped you.

"Don't see it."

"Namjoon," you tried to convince him. "Show me."

"No. I've hurt you enough already." Namjoon swallowed thickly, taking your phone away from you and pushing it back into his pocket.

"Seeing how bad it is won't hurt me, Namjoon."

"You sure about that?" He quipped, giving you a pointed look. You sighed, your shoulders dropping in defeat.

"At least tell me what happened."

"I fell for you, again," he smirked to himself when you clicked your tongue, shoving his shoulder lightly.

"Does it hurt?" You placed two delicate fingers over his thigh, frightened that you'd hurt him.

"A little, not as much as I hurt you, though."

"Right," you scoffed under your breath. "You did hurt me."

Namjoon nodded sadly. "I'm really sorry, baby. I didn't even take a moment to think about what you might've been feeling, that was really bad of me. I'm sorry for all the shit I told you."

"It's alri-"

"I'm sorry for asking you to leave the car. That was very low of me. It wasn't safe and I still let you go. I'm sorry."

"It's okay now," you sighed tiredly. "I knew you needed your time to calm down, so I let you be. I also know that you're genuinely sorry, so it's fine now. Let's just go home."

"At times like this, I wish I passed that stupid driving test," he mumbled under his breath. "I can't even drive you back home like a proper boyfriend should."

You snorted, standing up and holding a hand out for him to take.

"I'll teach you how to drive. Because if this ever happens again, I won't be sitting just a few minutes away from you. You'll need a car to find me, then."

"I'll just stick to running."

You gasped at his words.

"Are you saying that this could happen aga-"

Namjoon quickly covered your mouth with his hand, pushing you in the direction of the car.

"No. It's never happening again. Nope."

Kim Seokjin: (sunburnt Seokjin on demand)

Seokjin felt lightheaded, coming to a stop under a tree and holding a palm over his head.

"Holy shit," he gasped, pushing his fingers into his eyes that were burning. "Why is it so hot?"

Turning to see if he could sit down somewhere for a while, he paused when he caught sight of someone wearing the same shirt that you had worn. Blinking a few times, Seokjin let out a tiny scream, stomping his foot on the ground and looking back at you again.

"At least she's safe," he grumbled, making a run for it and wincing when a drop of sweat slipped into his right eye.

You jumped in surprise when the door of the little shop slammed open, the three heads that were peacefully eating their noodles all turning to look at the source of the noise.

"Looks like you're having fun, huh?" Seokjin exhaled, holding onto the last bit of his anger before deflating into a sigh and shaking his head.

"Why weren't you answering my calls?"

"I didn't want to," you shrugged, picking up your raspberry crush and taking a long sip. "Why were you calling me anyway? I was tempted to just answer and tell you to shut up."

"You should've," Seokjin complained, walking over to sit across from you. You quickly raised your feet from under the table, crossing them and placing them over the cushioned seat that he was going to sit on.

He looked up at you in disbelief.

"Go sit somewhere else."

"Is your name written on this seat that you're not letting me sit?" He sassed, placing the carton of ORS and the chocolate that he had been carrying all this time on the table.

"Actually it is," you took another sip before pointing at the seat. "Look closely."

Seokjin swallowed thickly at the sight of the icy refreshment in your hand, tempted to take it from you and drink the rest of it. Reluctantly detaching his gaze from the glass, Seokjin looked down at the seat to see a tissue placed over it with the words 'Seat reserved for people who are not jerks.'

"Pfft-" Seokjin scoffed, widening his eyes and looking at you like you had grown an extra head. "What the hell?"

"It is what it is, get out. Oh- thank you so much," you bowed gratefully at the old lady who waddled over with a plate of pasta and a warm smile. "This smells delicious."

"Eat well, and don't faint again, okay? I'll get you another juice."

Seokjin's eyes grew twice in size, his head snapping back to you when the lady walked away.

"You fainted?!"

"Not really," you rolled your eyes. "I told her to say that in front of you so that you'd feel like shit."

"You'd never admit that to me if you really did that, (Y/n)," he placed a hand over his hip. "Did you faint?"

"I didn't," you picked up your fork, avoiding his eye. Seokjin breathed out through his nose, taking a step towards you before pushing you further in and sitting beside you.

"Did you faint? I'm asking you for the last time."

"Oh?" your eyebrows raised at his words. "What will you do if I don't tell you? Kick me out of this restaurant?"

"You-" Seokjin resisted the urge to reach for your throat. "Just tell me if you fainted, (Y/n)."

"What will you do if I tell you that I did?" You picked up a lovely amount of the pasta, opening your mouth to take a big bite. Seokjin's eyes followed your movements, silently cursing himself when you sighed at the taste of the pasta.

"You fainted, didn't you?"

"Just for a moment," you mumbled with your mouth full. Seokjin reached for a tissue when he saw the sauce drip down from the side of your mouth, but you wiped it away before he could.

"I walked in here and wanted to ask for a drink, but I fell before I could reach the counter. That old lady helped me up."

"How do you feel right now?" Seokjin bit his lip guiltily.

"I'm fine," you shrugged, "It's been almost half an hour, and I've already had a few sweet things, so I'm alright now."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, looking down into his lap. "It didn't even strike me that you left without eating. I know how weak you get."

"I left?" you rolled your eyes. "You kicked me out."

"(Y/n)," Seokjin whined, looking away and brushing his hair out of his face. "I'm sorry, I really am. I almost died three deaths while trying to find you."

"You shouldn't have come looking for me," you took another bite of the pasta. "I'd be fine without you."

"But-"

"Actually," you held a hand up in the air. "You'd be fine without me."

"No." He shook his head firmly. "I'm not fine without you. I'm never fine without you."

The corner of your mouth lifted into a smirk, but you hid it by looking back at your plate. "I'd actually love to fight you on that, but I can see that you're not fine without me."

"Huh?"

You laughed lightly when your hand touched the flaming red skin of his forearm. "Poor thing, that probably burned a lot."

Seokjin rolled his eyes, brushing your hand away and taking your glass to finally quench his thirst.

"I went through shit and you're enjoying here."

You shrugged casually, taking the glass back from him before he could finish your juice. "I went through shit too. It's only fair that you get tortured in the heat that you kicked me out into."

"You really have a way of making me feel like I'm the worst husband in the world," he muttered under his breath.

"Are you?"

He grew silent, looking into your eyes that were glassing over with unshed tears.

"I am," he admitted regretfully in a low whisper. "I treated you like shit. I don't even deserve to be your- umph!"

Seokjin almost choked when you shoved a forkful of pasta into his mouth, eyes widening in surprise before trying to fit it all into his mouth. You took the tissue that was already in his hand, waiting for him to fit the rest of the pasta in before forcefully wiping at his lips, making him wince in pain.

"You deserve this much, but don't speak the rubbish that you were about to say."

Seokjin nodded, biting slowly and touching the side of his mouth that was burning.

"Sorry."

"You better be."

Min Yoongi:

It was almost like Yoongi was in someplace he'd probably go to once he'd die; white curtains, the sound of waves from outside the balcony, white walls with little butterflies, and a plain pair of white and black pajamas. He didn't know if he was dreaming, but there was something peaceful about the atmosphere, almost as if he was finally at home.

With you.

The thought made his eyes flutter open, instinctively turning his head to see if you really were there with him. But they landed on the empty spot beside him on the bed.

You weren't there.

Yoongi had somehow gotten used to the fluffy pillow with a lavender case. It reminded him of you. It smelt just like you. It felt like you.

Yoongi wasn't sure if it was normal to personify a pillow the way that he did. He treated it like it was you, live and with him, comforting him when he needs it the most, accompanying him when he felt lonely.

His fingers reached for the pillow again, the flowery scent drawing a deep sigh from the man.

You weren't there.

You hadn't been for the past six days.

Yoongi had begun to wonder if your absence in his life was a hallucination because oddly enough, he didn't hurt as much as he thought it would hurt. It's like you were right there. Somewhere. He couldn't know for sure, but his heart had begun to settle into a peaceful pace.

His soul yearned for you. It made him feel your presence even though his mind knew that you weren't there. It made him hear the uplift of your voice each time you spoke to him. It made him visualize the glistening twinkle in your eye when you gazed up into his own red ones.

He felt you, but he knew you weren't there.

Yoongi couldn't blame you for not showing up. No, he'd never do that. It was entirely his fault, and it took a mere gulp to swallow down his pride and admit that he was wrong.

After that night, Yoongi stopped contacting you. He wondered if you were doing fine, he wondered if you'd been eating your meals on time and if you'd been drinking enough water to keep yourself hydrated.

He wondered if you missed him.

He wondered if you knew how much he missed you.

Perhaps you did... because a knock was all it took for Yoongi to step out of his dreamland and tremble with fear.

"(Y/n)?"

You stood behind the door, holding the handle and pulling forcefully so that he wouldn't open the door. You just needed him to hear what you had to say. You couldn't face him just yet.

"Yoongi," he heard a broken whisper, muffled and soft from the other side of the door.

His own hand shivered as it held onto the handle, giving up trying to open it once he knew what you were trying to do.

"I just needed to hear your voice once before I left."

"Don't go."

Yoongi could feel his heart racing, the blood rushing to his ears, a lone sorrowful tear sliding down his pale cheek.

"Don't go," he repeated.

"I must," he heard you say. "I can't stay here any longer."

"Let me see you once," he pleaded. "Please, just once."

He wasn't sure if you'd already left, because all he got in response was silence.

His breathing fell into a shallow and rapid pace, panicked tears now falling faster than he could control.

"(Y/n)?"

With a little leap that his heart took, Yoongi pushed the handle down, a little cry leaving him when he couldn't feel the force that you had once kept on the handle from the other side. Fearful that he wouldn't see you when he'd open the door, Yoongi stayed frozen with his hand clenched around the handle of the door.

"Let me see you once," he whispered to himself, resting his forehead on the wood. "Please."

It was useless opening the door a few minutes later. You wouldn't have waited. You had probably left the apartment complex and gotten a cab for yourself.

He waited too long. He let himself drown in his own sorrow for too long.

But you had waited longer.

You always did.

Yoongi lost the ability to breath on his own the moment his eyes landed on you.

You'd stayed.

Yoongi felt as though his eyes met yours for a fleeting second, but the burn in his eyes let him know that he'd been staring at you for much longer than he thought.

"Can I hold you?"

Yoongi knew he was testing the limits. He'd been too greedy, too demanding of things when it came to you. But if this was the last of what he'd get to see of you, he could allow himself to be a little more greedy.

"One last time," he breathed out. "Please."

And maybe it had been a dream all along because the scent of your hair had been the same he'd gotten used to. Your skin was soft, just like the pillow that he'd been accustomed to falling asleep with.

Yoongi wasn't sure if the image of you in his arms was one he'd been creating in his mind or if it was real, but if he got the chance to hold you against his chest for the last time, he wouldn't let go of it.

He couldn't let go of you.

"I love you."

Jung Hoseok:

"Hoseok,"

"Ugh," the distraught man buried, his head further into the mattress, covering both of his ears and shaking his head vigorously.

"Stop. Stop. Please stop."

"Hoseok,"

"Stop!"

Hoseok pulled his knees further up against his chest, his arms trembling and eyes already shedding tears.

"You're not here, but why can I hear you? Please stop. Please!"

"Hoseok-ah!"

Hoseok grew silent, finally snapping back to reality at the sound of Seokjin's voice.

"Get up! (Y/n)'s here."

"What?" Hoseok immediately scrambled out of the bed, messily pulling his pants back into place and smoothening out his hair.

"What do you mean she's here? Where's she?"

Seokjin looked disappointed, looking back at the bed with a slight shake of his head.

"She's still outside. She's refusing to come in."

"What?"

Hoseok didn't give Seokjin any more time to respond before he was making his way through the bedroom door, frantic hands wiping at his tears and using the inside of his shirt to wipe away the saliva that had dried around his lips.

Taking in a deep breath, Hoseok's hand trembled as it reached for the doorknob, twisting it and opening it with a racing heart.

"(Y/n)," Hoseok breathed out at the sight of you in front of him. "I've missed you."

You looked across at the man who stood before you with a light frown. Hoseok gazed at you desperately with puffy eyes and twitching hands, wanting to just reach out to you and hold you.

"Hoseok," you trailed off, looking away and swallowing thickly. "I don't think I can be with you anymore."

"What?" Hoseok felt like he couldn't breathe, his chest tight and jaw falling open. "Why?"

"I can't be with you."

"(Y/n)," he took a desperate step in your direction, his heart physically hurting when you took one step away from him. "Please, you know I was just angry, let's work this out, please."

"I'm sorry, Hoseok," you mumbled under your breath. "I can't do that. I can't hold on anymore, I don't have the strength to fight for us anymore."

"Then let me!" Hoseok boldly took a hold of your hand. "Let me fight for us, please. Just give me one chance to show you how much I love you, one chance to prove to you that I didn't mean anything I said that night. Please!"

"Hoseok," you murmured, looking away and sighing. "I can't just get over what you told me, it has scarred me."

"I'm so sorry," he dreadfully rushed, hoping that you wouldn't just kick him as a reflex when he wrapped his arms around you.

"You know how I get, baby, please," he murmured into your hair.

"I was being an ass, and yes, I deserve to be broken up with, I deserve all of this, but please, please don't. I can't live without you."

You tried your hardest to not react to his words, but when a tear fell onto your shoulder, something tugged at your heart. You didn't want to give in so easily, you couldn't. You weren't so weak.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he vowed, pulling away and holding your face tenderly within his palms. "Please give me a chance to show you how much I regret doing what I did that day."

"Hobi," you finally exhaled, looking down at your feet. "Truth be told, I want to be with you too, I love you... but I need some time away, can you give me that?"

"Where do you want to go?" he inquired, sniffling hard and tucking your hair behind your ear. "Hmm? Tell me, I'll take you there."

"Hobi, no..." you shook your head. "I need some time away from you."

"Oh," he blinked, nodding a little after that. "Yeah, no problem, take all the time you need, as long as you come back to me. You'll come back right?"

For the first time that evening, your eyes glossed over with tears.

"I can't let you go otherwise," he decided with a firm nod of his head. "I can't risk losing you. I'll let you pull my hair out and kick me out ten times but I'll still stick to you like a leech."

"Right," you rolled your eyes. "I don't need that."

"But I need you."

"Hobi," you whined, pushing him away from you. "I didn't come here for this. I just need you to know that I'm going away for a while."

"But you're coming back right?"

You clicked your tongue, huffing in exasperation and looking back at the door.

"You're being annoying."

"I know," he easily accepted. "But I can't let you go if you're not coming back. No."

"Okay okay fine," you threw your hands up in defeat. "God, you never let me even scare you the way you've scared me."

"You have no idea how scared I am right now," Hoseok admitted.

"I'm sorry, baby. For everything. I really am, I don't know how to prove it to you. I'll let you go, if that's what you need, but I just need you to come back to me. Please, don't give up on us. Not because of how much of an ass I've been. Please."

"Ugh," you groaned in conflict, covering your eyes with both of your hands.

"Okay, fine. I'll come back. That was the plan anyway, I just came here to tell you about it."

"Promise?" Hoseok held his little finger up in the air. You looked at it for a moment before laughing dryly and interlinking your pinky with his.

"Yeah, I promise."

Park Jimin:

"I knew I'd find you here."

You turned to look back at Jimin who stood by the entrance of the church, a bouquet of white roses in his hand. Jimin stood still for just a moment, letting his eyes run over your form before he began to walk towards you timidly.

"Why are you here, Jimin?"

"I came to look for you," he murmured gently, choosing not to sit and instead knelt before you. You looked into his eyes, blinking away your tears and looking back at the alter in pain.

"I want to be alone."

"You've been alone for too long," Jimin whispered, placing the flowers in your lap and looking down at his fingers in regret. "I'm sorry I've left you alone."

"Where is-"

"She's sleeping at your friend's place. Safe, don't worry."

You nodded, breathing in deeply and looking down at the roses.

"When we were here a few years ago, I promised to stand by your side throughout everything. I'm sorry that I failed to do that."

Your eyes flitted up to the empty space before the altar, a red carpet that was once lined with white roses on the day of your wedding pulling a sigh from you.

"I've failed in many ways, and I want to thank you for never making me feel bad about it, even though I should. I deserve to be yelled at, I deserve to be insulted for the way I've been treating you and our daughter, but the one time that you tried to show me just how wrong I've been, I hurt you instead."

"Jimin..."

"I know," he whispered. "I've thought over everything you've said. Everything. You're right. You're right in every way and I'm sorry for not realizing that."

"It's not about who's right and wrong, Jimin," you shook your head. "I just want you to be there."

Jimin swallowed thickly, nodding and quickly looking down to hide the tear that slipped past his eyelid.

"I know, I'm sorry."

You sighed, looking up and closing your eyes.

"I don't know what else to say, Jimin."

"You don't need to say anything," Jimin wiped his cheek when he saw that you weren't looking. "You don't even need to forgive me. I'll work for it. I'll be there, for both of you. I'll show you."

You finally looked into the eyes of your husband, reaching a hand for him and tenderly touching the back of his hand.

"That's all I need."

"I want to give you more than just what you need, dear," Jimin looked down at the ring on your finger. "I also want to give you everything you want. Everything you want but never say."

"It's alright, Jimin," you shook your head. "We don't live in a fantasy world. Having you is all that I need - all that I want."

"I had also promised to treat you like a queen," Jimin turned to look back at the altar. "Not just any queen. My queen. I promised to make you smile over little things for no reason at all and I've failed at doing that too."

"You haven't been smiling much either."

"We'll talk about me later," Jimin insisted. "I've promised you the happiness that I failed to give you. I'm sorry."

"Jimin," you chuckled dryly. "You're making me feel bad now."

"Why?" He searched your eyes for an answer. "You don't need to feel bad, that's my job for now."

"It isn't anyone's job to feel bad," you reminded him. "Let's work through this and just get back to being happy again, Jimin."

"Okay," he nodded, straightening up and reaching for your other hand. "I'll make you happy, I promise."

You smiled softly at him, nodding a little. "Okay."

You noticed a little sparkly in Jimin's eye that you hadn't seen before, but before you could ask him, Jimin touched the side of your face as softly as he could.

"Will you dance with me?"

"Right now?"

"It's raining outside."

You turned to look outside the door, a tiny smile growing on your face at the memory of having your first dance with Jimin in the rain.

"Come," Jimin stood, holding your hand and guiding you up. You barely had a moment to place the flowers down before you were tugged towards the door, little joyous giggles pouring out of Jimin's chest when he ran out with you right behind him.

"Ah," you gasped at the cold droplets of rain that hit your skin, squinting and looking across at Jimin who was already looking at you with a grin.

"Dance with me?"

You looked at his palm that was extended out to you, slipping your fingers into his hand with a firm nod.

"I'd love to."

Kim Taehyung:

"What a sight to behold."

Taehyung's hand froze mid-air, the sound of your voice instantly bringing tears to his eyes.

"The Kim Taehyung is making coffee for himself."

"(Y/n)," Taehyung whispered in disbelief, dropping the spoon onto the counter and rushing towards you. His hand circled behind your head, tenderly holding you right up against him, his chest trembling as he tried not to ugly cry right into your shoulder.

"I thought you left."

"You left me, Taehyung," you reminded him with a muffled voice, turning your head a little so that you could breathe better. Gently resting your cheek against his collarbone, you repeated your words again.

"You left me."

"I'm sorry," he blubbered, inhaling sharply and wiping away his tears with one hand, never once leaving you. "I'm so sorry, that was so stupid of me, I'm so sorry."

Sighed softly, you nodded, finally letting your walls down and taking a hold of his sweater to pull him even closer.

"What you did really hurt me, but I told you then - and I'm telling you now - we have a lot of time to work this out."

"I just don't ever want you to leave," he admitted in a broken whisper. "The thought that you'll be moving away from me scared me to death."

"My little dummy," you cooed, pulling away and lightly hitting the side of his head. "You're too rich to even think of what I had in mind, silly."

"What?" he sniffled. "What does that mean?"

"Shall we sit and talk first? My feet are killing me."

"Oh- yeah yeah, come." Taehyung gripped your elbow, pulling you towards the couch before walking to the corner, disconnecting the lamp and putting it on the floor so that he could lift the little table and bring it for you to place your feet on.

"Here," he put a cushion beneath your feet, lifting both of them up and adjusting it so that you'd be comfortable. "Better?"

"Mhm," you nodded. "Come sit next to me."

Taehyung plopped down beside you, instantly reaching for your hand and pulling it into his lap, holding it as if you'd disappear any moment.

"To be honest," you began, "The moment I bought the house, you were the first person I wanted to tell. I really expected you to be on top of the world. I thought you'd be happy for me."

"I am..." Taehyung trailed off. "But I thought you were being dismissive of our relationship."

"Exactly. When you reacted badly, I got so upset, I immediately built these walls around me, you know?" You looked up into Taehyung's eyes, hoping that he was following you.

"You were the one person I wanted to share my happiness with but when I didn't see you being happy, that made me really upset. So in the heat of the moment, I let my mouth run too."

"How?" Taehyung wondered.

"I didn't mean it when I said that you were stopping me from living my dreams," you sighed sadly. "I guess I just wanted to hurt you at that moment the way you hurt me. I know you always want the best for me, I really do. I'm sorry I said that."

"Baby," Taehyung shook his head. "I'm not even bothered about that. If I'm being honest, I don't even remember the fight, all I could think of was that you left and I didn't get to even hold you once."

You chuckled light-heartedly. "I'm glad you don't remember it, but this is what caused the fight anyway- or rather the part where you kicked me out of your car."

"Shit," he looked away and cursed under his breath. "It sounds so much worse when I hear you say that."

"It was horrible," you nodded. "I didn't even know where I was at that time, but coming back to the point - you told me to leave only when I said that you were stopping me from living my dreams. So I understand where you're coming from."

"You're not supposed to be this understanding," Taehyung frowned sadly. "You're supposed to be mad at me and yell at me for kicking you out of my car. That was the cheapest thing I could've ever done. Shit- I'm so sorry."

"Oh, stop already," you waved him off. "What's done is done, we can't go back in time and make you not kick me out of the car, can we?"

Taehyung's lips pursed into a tight line.

"What I actually wanted to tell you was that me buying that house has a whole different purpose. Sure, I was angry and shit and I just kept telling you things that weren't true, so excuse me for that. The real reason why I bought that house is because it's an excellent investment."

"I know," Taehyung nodded in understanding. "When I explained this situation to Yoongi hyung, he told me the same thing."

"You spoke to Yoongi?"

"Who do you think told me to make the coffee?"

"Yoongi asked you to make coffee?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "He said since I hate it so much, at least it would distract me from the guilt of kicking you out of the car. And something along the lines of, 'you might even begin to like coffee,' and blah blah blah."

"Right," you chuckled. "Yoongi can't understand why you don't like coffee."

"It tastes like ass."

"How do you know what ass tastes like?"

Taehyung smirked, shrugging and choosing not to reply.

"Right- so the investment," you continued. "I have something under my name now, and the apartment is in a residential complex that's literally in the center of the city, which means that the value of the flat will increase in a few years."

"I know," Taehyung repeated. "Yoongi hyung told me everything, so you don't need to explain, okay?"

"Taehyung," you patted his thigh to get him to listen to you. "My point is that I don't need to live there."

His eyebrows raised in wonder. "Really?"

"I'll probably put that flat up for rent soon, that's what I've been meaning to say."

"Oh," he trailed off with a distracted nod, "I didn't even think about that."

"It really hurt my heart when you told me that I wasn't thinking about us, Tae," you tenderly ran your thumb over his knuckles. "I'm sorry I made you feel like I wasn't thinking about us."

"Aye," Taehyung waved his hand in the air like it was no big deal. "I was just scared, that's all. Don't stress about it."

"I should," you pressed. "No one should make their partner feel that way. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too, Jagiya," Taehyung lifted your hand so that he could place a tiny kiss on the back of your hand. "I hurt you as well. Probably much more than you think you've hurt me."

"It's okay now," you chuckled lightly. "I'm fine, as long as I'm with you."

"Surprisingly, I'm fine too. I'm so happy you're back home, with me. That's all I've ever wanted, all I really asked for."

"You're being too sweet, no?"

"Only for you, Jagiya."

Jeon Jungkook:

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon called out for the younger man who stumbled to the side of the stage and fell onto his knees.

"Can someone get me some water?" Namjoon gestured to the staff members who were already crowding around Jungkook.

Jungkook kept his head low, his mic turned off and lying right beside him on the flooring. When Namjoon kindly asked the rest of the female staff to move away, he quietly knelt beside Jungkook and placed a comforting hand over his back.

"You okay?"

Jungkook breathed out heavily with a weak shake of his head.

"I feel dizzy."

"Can you continue the show?" Namjoon gently whispered, running his palm along the length of Jungkook's back. Jungkook took a moment to think, before shaking his head again.

"Not sure."

"No problem," Namjoon instantly nodded, looking up and thanking the staff who returned with a cold bottle of water.

"Have some water and then go rest."

"Hyung," Jungkook looked up weakly. "Did she call?"

Namjoon looked pained, sighing deeply and wiping off the sweat that was dripping from his eyebrow.

"She did."

Jungkook felt his breath hitch, his mind going a bit hazy but fighting hard to hold onto his consciousness.

"What did she say?"

"She's leaving the state for a while, going back to her brother's place."

"Did she tell you when she'd be back?"

Namjoon looked away briefly, setting his own mic down and blowing out a puff of hot air.

"I'm not sure she'll come back, Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook inhaled shakily, falling to the side so that he wasn't on his knees anymore. A few staff members who were standing at a distance instantly rushed forwards to help the boy up.

"I'm not sure he can perform any longer, just let him rest, wouldn't want to hurt him even more," Namjoon briefly explained to his manager who was holding an icepack to the boy's forehead in worry.

"What's happening?"

"He's feeling dizzy, just take him in and let him lie down, I'll explain the situation to everyone."

Jungkook's eyes fluttered closed, the sounds around him tuning out into a ringing buzz, the only thought on his mind was that you weren't coming back.

He drove you away.

At a time when you might've needed him the most, he let you down and pushed you away. Jungkook finally realized that whatever courage you must've mustered up at that moment to finally let down your walls and talk to him about your life had been completely crushed by the weight of his insults.

It had been three weeks since that day. Three weeks since Jungkook spent that entire night out on the streets looking for you. Three weeks since he'd begun to sleep the whole day and spend the rest of the night drinking away his regrets.

Three weeks without you was enough torture for him - the little hope that he had left within him finally evaporating into thin air like it had never even been there in the first place.

With a final heave of regret, Jungkook slumped into the arms of the staff member who was holding onto him, a series of panicked yells filling the confined space backstage.

"Hyung, what happened?" Taehyung and Jimin came rushing towards the commotion, worried eyes following the people who were carrying Jungkook's unconscious form further in.

"Did he pass out?"

"What happened?"

Namjoon remained on the floor, the tips of his fingers pushing into the bridge of his nose, breathing wearily. Maybe this was for the best, for both Jungkook and you. Maybe this distance would somehow heal the two of you.

And if that was the case, Namjoon would have to hold on just a little more so that he could be strong for both of his best friends.

"He's reached his limit."

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btsqualityy · 2 years

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Blood On The Dance Floor: Chapter 15

Hoseok x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, established relationship, thriller, fatal attraction!AU (kind of, but with major changes), smut, angst, and fluff.

Summary: Everything comes to an end.

Warnings: assault, fighting, blood, violence, mentions of murder, and death.

WC: 3.1K

Author’s Note: This is the final chapter of this series! Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, left comments, and sent me asks about this story! This was definitely a different genre for me and I struggled writing it sometimes because of that, but you guys gave me the courage to finish it! I hope you all enjoy it!

Three entire months went by and again, neither of you heard anything from Bora. You and Hobi both reminded cautious though, given the pattern Bora had of completely leaving you alone before randomly popping up and causing chaos in your lives again.

By that point, the news of what Bora had done began to spread throughout the city and the police were even more determined to find her. Personally, you were convinced that the girl had either had extensive plastic surgery or had crawled into a hole, refusing to come out because there was no way that no one was able to catch sight of her in a city of nine million people.

The entire situation had also began to take it’s toll on your marriage. As much as you hated to admit it, you realized that you resented Hobi because in your mind, none of this would’ve happened if he hadn’t been so nice to the woman. In return, Hobi began to become frustrated with you because although he understood where you were coming from, it wasn’t his fault and there wasn’t much he could do to deter Bora’s ambitions.

After a few weeks of back and forth arguments and silent treatments, Hobi suggested that the both of you go to counseling which you readily agreed to. It was tough to open up about having someone literally try to murder you but after only a few weeks, you noticed great changes. You and Hobi had started to get back to the way you were when you first moved to Seoul and that made you happier than anything else.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, you know that?” Hobi said into the phone and you giggled as you finished putting the last of your toiletries into your suitcase.

“I know, you told me 20 times before you left this morning,” you smiled. One of your therapists suggestions was that you take a trip somewhere in order to relax and rejuvenate once you were fully healed. Since you had finals coming up in another month, you decided to take a short weekend trip to Jeju with Soonyoung, Namjoon’s fiancée, and Dara, Taehyung’s girlfriend after you got the clearance from your doctor.

“You have your mace with you, right?” Hobi checked. “And your personal alarm?”

“Yes and yes,” you assured him. “Got my brass knuckles too. They’re in my bag.”

“Good,” he sighed in relief. “What time are you meeting with the girls?”

“I’m about to go pick up Dara and we’re gonna meet Soonyoung at the airport,” you said. “Our flight leaves at 3.”

“Ok, well I’ll let you go since it’s already 12:30,” your husband replied. “Please watch your surroundings and call me when you land. Oh, and don’t forget to set the alarm system.”

“I will,” you replied. “I love you baby.”

“I love you more,” Hobi responded. “Have a good time.”

“Alright, bye,” you said before hanging up the phone. Just as you set your phone down on the bed and went to zip up your suitcase, your phone rung again. Picking it back up, you saw Dara’s name and hurriedly answered it.

“Hey!”

“Hey, are you on your way?” Dara wondered and you nodded to yourself as you slid the suitcase off of the bed and onto the floor.

“I’m about to leave the house now,” you told her, taking a quick glance around the room to make sure that you weren’t forgetting anything.

“Thank God because Taehyung is gonna make me murder his ass!” Dara shouted and you knew your friend well enough to know that she wanted to make sure that Taehyung heard her. Sure enough, you heard him yell his reply back to her.

“Fucking do it and take me out of my misery then!”

“What is going on with you two now?” You laughed as you slung your purse over your shoulder before grabbing the handle of your suitcase and making your way out of the bedroom and down the steps.

“He’s acting like he’s dying because we’re going on our girls’ trip!” She exclaimed. “You’d think the man had abandonment issues or some shit.”

“I do, and they’re from you!” Taehyung hollered, which made you crack up on the phone.

“Oh my gosh, he has lost it,” you giggled, opening the front door and taking a quick second to make sure that it was locked before walking out and shutting it behind you. “Well, I’m literally getting into my car now so I’ll be there in about 10 minutes.”

“Good, I’ll be waiting by the front door,” Dara sighed and you just shook your head before hanging up the phone. After hurriedly throwing your bags into the backseat, you got into your car and started it up, easily pulling out of the driveway and heading down the street.

10 minutes later, you pulled up in front of Dara and Taehyung’s apartment complex and sent her a quick text to let her know that you were waiting for her. She was obviously seriously about having been waiting by the front door because she appeared through the doors in record time. After throwing her suitcase into the backseat alongside yours, she then climbed into the passenger seat.

“Girl’s trip 2022 is in full effect!” Dara shouted, making you laugh as you leaned over and gave her a one armed hug.

“You have everything, right?” You asked. “I don’t want to have to have to turn around and Soonyoung will fuss if we’re late.”

“Yeah, I think so,” Dara murmured before going through her mental checklist. “Purse, suitcase, phone, keys, I didn’t have to set the alarm because Tae’s in the house-”

“Oh shit!” You exclaimed, smacking your hand up against your forehead.

“What?”

“I forgot to set the alarm at the house,” you sighed heavily, reaching down and starting the ignition. “I’ll have to swing back around.”

“That’s fine,” Dara replied. “Oh, did you pack that bucket hat of yours that I love? The pink one with graphic print?”

“No but we can grab it at the house,” you told her. “As long as you promise to return it!”

“I always do, don’t I?”

“No.”

“Damn, you don’t forget anything, do you?” Dara huffed, making you smile as you drove in the direction of your house. 10 minutes later, you pulled back into the driveway, and you and Dara quickly hopped out, walking up to the front door.

“You go ahead upstairs and get the hat while I set the alarm,” you told her after you let the two of you inside the house. “It’s on the rack of hats in our closet. You can’t miss it.”

“Ok, be right back,” Dara nodded before turning around and jogging up the steps. While you bent down to punch the code into the touchpad, you heard a yelp that was followed by a surprisingly loud thud. Whipping around, you looked up towards the landing but you couldn’t hear anymore movement.

“Dara?” You called out, your brows furrowing when you didn’t receive a response. You walked over to the steps then and began to climb them, your eyes widening at what you saw when you got to the top.

Dara was laid out of the ground, seemingly unconscious with a rapidly growing pool of blood underneath her head.

You rushed over to her, a loud gasp escaping your throat when you saw the sizeable wound on the side of her head which is where the blood was coming from.

“Dara! Dara, open your eyes for me,” you pleaded, your eyes becoming thick with wetness. “Dara, come on!”

“Yoohoo,” a voice whistled and when you looked towards it, you saw Bora sitting on your and Hobi’s bed. She had a red set of lingerie on her body, with matching stockings and high heels. The thing that had bile threatening to rise in your throat though, was the hammer that was hanging out of her hand, with bright red blood still dripping from it.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked darkly.

“Some little bimbo didn’t set the alarm system,” Bora smiled. “Which made it easier for me anyways since Hobi asked me to meet him here.”

“Like hell he did,” you shot back.

“Why can’t you just admit it?” Bora wondered as she stood up from the bed and not wanting to leave yourself defenseless, you stood up as well. “He wants to be with me so why couldn’t you just leave peacefully?”

“Because he’s never asked me to leave. In fact, he begged me to stay and I know you heard that for yourself,” you replied, smirking lightly when you saw her hard demeanor fall a little bit. “Now, I’m going to call the police and let them deal with you while I try to save my best friend’s life.”

“You don’t want to do that,” Bora said as she surged forward and when you realized that she was going to grab your arm, you stepped backwards out of her reach.

“Do not touch me,” you warned her.

“Or what?” Bora chuckled. “You gonna do something about it?” She reached out and grabbed your wrist, and your immediate reaction was to push her away from her. You pushed her so hard that she stumbled backwards and fell against the bed, and her stare when she looked up at you after steadying herself was murderous.

“Oh, you want to play, bitch?” Bora asked as she stood up straight, her hands completely free since the hammer had fallen out of her hands. “Let’s play then.”

Before you could even reply, Bora rushed you, her hands wrapping around your throat. You went into survival mode, bringing both of your arms up in between Bora’s and bracing them, forcing her hands from around your throat. You then punched her dead in the face, knocking her down onto the ground. Lifting her leg, she kicked you in the knee, making you scream as the muscles buckled and caused you to fall down onto the ground.

“Fucking bitch!” Bora screamed as she leaned over and climbed on top of you, hitting you in the nose. You instantly began to feel something wet coming from your nose and you knew that it was blood. You also knew by the way your nose felt that she had probably just broken it, and that only served to piss you off more.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You hollered, sitting up and managing to knock Bora off of you. You then got on top of her, grabbing ahold of her hair and lifting her head up just so that you could punch her back down to the ground.

“You tried to kill me,” you snapped, slapping her hard. “You tried to kill my fucking husband.” Another slap. “You broke my fucking ankle and had me doubting myself and my marriage. You better hope I don’t fucking kill your ass.”

“Like you’d have the guts,” Bora challenged, yelling out in pain when you punched her in the eye.

“Try me,” you dared her. Taking both of your hands, you took a firm grip on her hair and forced her head down onto the ground, slamming her head into the wood. As you did, you noticed that her hand was reaching upwards over her head and when you looked, you realized that she was reaching for the discarded hammer. You snatched her hand up by the wrist, holding it so tightly that you knew it had to be painful as you continued to bang her head against the floor with your other hand.

You both went back and forth like that for a while, struggling against each other and landing blows where you could.

Somehow, Bora managed to get from underneath you and as soon as she did, she ran out of the bedroom and down the hall. You were hot on her trail though, chasing after her and grabbing her by her bra strap, yanking her backwards and throwing her down onto the ground. Bora rolled away from you, moving closer to the top of the stairs and you went after her, bending down to punch her again. When you did though, Bora grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you with her as the two of you went rolling down the stairs.

The fall was even more terrifying than you remembered it to be, with the addition of another person falling alongside you and their limbs also hitting you at the same time that the steps did. When you landed at the bottom this time, the same amount of pain flooded your senses but as far as you could tell, nothing was broken and no new blood was coming out of your body.

“Fuck,” you sighed, taking your time as you sat up straight from where you had landed. Looking around, you realized that Bora wasn’t next to you and that put you right back on edge. You looked around wildly for her but you didn’t see her.

It took you about a good two minutes to lift yourself up off of the floor but once you did and were able to shake yourself off, you seemed ok and that’s when you began to slowly walk through the house to look for Bora. You could see that she wasn’t in the kitchen and as you made your way through the living room, you saw that she wasn’t there either.

“Come out, Bora!” You shouted. “You could push me down the fucking steps when my back was turnt but you can’t fight me face to face?!”

Tip toeing down the hall, you saw the door to the office was opened and when you peaked inside, you still didn’t see Bora. Cautiously taking a step inside, you looked around and allowed yourself to relax just a little bit when she still wasn’t visible.

“Turn around bitch,” you suddenly heard her voice and when you turned around, Bora ran towards you and pushed a stapler into your right shoulder.

“Fuck!” You bellowed and Bora took advantage of you being preoccupied with the pain to punch you in your stomach twice in quick succession. She then punched you in the face which sent you falling to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

“Damn,” Bora huffed, bending down and placing her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. “God, I did not want to have to kill you, bitch but you just wouldn’t go the fuck away so now I have to kill you before Hobi gets home and bury both you and your little friend. I’ll also have to deal with Hobi mourning you but whatever. I can get him to forget your whiny ass pretty easily and if in the off chance I can’t, I’ll just kill him like I killed Akiro.”

Bora looked down at your unmoving body and felt overcome with a feeling of peace as she looked down at the enemy she had, seemingly, finally vanquished.

“Just one last hit for my satisfaction,” Bora said as she raised her foot to kick you in the stomach. When she did though, you opened your eyes and grabbed her leg, making her fall onto the floor hard. You elbowed her in the eye, taking pleasure in the way that she screamed as you rolled over to get on top of her.

Zoning out, you dealt several devastating blows to her face, head, and chest and by the time you realized what you were doing and stopped hitting her, Bora was knocked out with a mangled face. You backed away from her and stood up straight again, gasping at how much blood covered your body and hands. Remembering Dara, you went to turn your back on Bora to go back upstairs and call the police but you remembered every other time you turned your back on that woman.

When you turned back to look at Bora, sure enough, she had gotten up off of the floor and was running over to you.

“That’s all you got, bitch?!” Bora screamed and without thinking, you lifted your leg up and kicked her in the stomach. The strength of your leg extending outwards propelled Bora backwards to where she fell through the window, crashing into the sharp bushes that sat outside. When you walked over to look, you saw branches literally sticking out of her body and her eyes were wide open.

She was dead.

“Huh, fuck,” you panted, allowing yourself to breathe easier now that you weren’t actively fighting anymore. Before you could even think about your next moves, you heard the sounds of sirens relatively close so with one last look at Bora, you walked out of the office and down the hallway into the living room. Hobi burst through the door then, his eyes widening as he ran over to you while several paramedics and police officers filed in behind him.

“Baby, you’re ok!” Hobi exclaimed as he gently cupped your face in his hands, placing kisses all over your face in relief. Being in the safety of your husband’s arms caused the dam to break, and you found yourself sobbing harshly as you clutched his shirt in your hands.

“H-how did you, how did you know?” You asked through your tears.

“Dara managed to call me and 911,” he explained and you lifted your head as you began to look around wildly.

“Dara! I have to go to Dara!” You screamed as you tried to turn around and walk up the steps but Hobi wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against his body.

“The paramedics will take care of her but you need to take care of yourself,” he told you firmly.

“Bora...s-she hit Dara with a, a hammer,” you stammered before bursting out into more tears and burying your face into your husband’s chest.

“Ok, breathe for me, please,” Hobi said and you did your best to try and regulate your breathing.

“Excuse me,” Officer Ito said and both you and Hobi looked over at him. “Is she still here?”

“In the office,” you muttered.

“Dead?”

“What do you think?” You replied smartly, and Officer Ito sighed heavily before reaching out and gently patting your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” he told you before walking through the living room and down the hallway, followed by several other officers.

“I’m so fucking sorry baby, for all of this,” Hobi said and you looked at him. “I’ll never be able to make it up to you for putting you in this situation.”

“It’s not your fault,” you assured him. “She was just...fucking psychotic.”

“You’re right but it’s all over now, ok?” Hobi said and you nodded before wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly.

“It’s all over,” you whispered to yourself, letting your eyes to flutter closed as the nightmare finally ended.

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oxzie · 2 years

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Love is like a lost puppy

Here’s a trailer for a spin off of Love is Like a Lost Puppy 🐶

Hope you enjoy I Think I Might Be In Love Mang

Summary : Hoseok has a problem he’s in love with his best friend ( originally you ) ( who we shall call Aria) but then another women comes into his life. Although Aria has a boyfriend she can’t help but feel jealous of her Hobi simping over you. *mang will be slipped in somehow

word count: ?

warnings:none

Genre: Fluff, bt21 au, against

“Hey y/n I have something to tell you”

“Oh good I also have something to tell you”

“Hobi I think I’m in love”

Hoseok heart was beating faster and his breathing had become difficult to maintain. It was going to happen the girl of his dreams and his best friend,

“With who”

“Jimin”

This was the first time that Jung Hoseok heart had been broken. His heart stopped and he fainted.

*ps looking for someone who can help me make a banner

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gurlwithluvx3 · 2 years

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1 step forward, 3 steps back | jhs

Pairing: non-idol!Hobi x reader

Summary: You’re doing your best to move on, but it’s easier said than done.

Word count: ~1.7K

Genre/warning: angst

Masterlist | enough for you

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For once, you’re actually excited to go on a date. You’ve been on dating apps for a couple of months and found very few men attractive. Yet, one guy particularly slipped through the cracks, getting your full attention.

You’ve been talking for a month before he finally found the courage to ask you out. And though you were hesitant, you said yes.

And the hesitancy you ask? It’s due to none other than your ex, Jung Hoseok. You’ve been hooking up here and there, but maybe because of that very reason you’re not able to move on.

So you decided it’s time to actually try. The more effort you put into kicking him out of your life, the more clear it is that he isn’t a good fit for you.

You went shopping for a new outfit, got your nails done, and put on the fullest pair of falsies you could find for this date. And the more you prepare for it, the more you’re genuinely excited.

You meet him at a restaurant you frequent downtown and he meets you where you’ve parked. He brought you sunflowers, your favorite flower, and you can’t help but smile. He actually pays attention to you, unlike someone you know.

The date started out awkward at first, but it’s probably because of how nervous you’ve been. Unsure how to act, you had to mentally yell at yourself to just be yourself.

But once the food arrived and had something to do besides talk, it became easier for you. Everything felt more natural, and you felt at ease.

You found yourself laughing often, sometimes to the point where you’ve captured others’ attentions. You can’t remember the last time you were this happy on a date.

But the moment you found yourself getting lost in the date, of course would be the moment where it would go south.

You and your date were having an intense debate about cats and dogs and which is the better pet, laughing at each point he made when you saw a familiar face in the crowd of the restaurant.

At first you denied it, your mind is just playing tricks with you, you tell yourself. But that wasn’t the case at all.

Your ex sits directly behind your date having dinner with his best friend, Yoongi, and they seem to pay no attention to you and your date.

“So Y/N” your date says a little louder than expected, “what do you prefer for dessert?”

You just smile, trying not to look panicked, having to play all this off.

“Hm, I don’t really have a preference. How about you?” you ask, avoiding looking up only because of the people behind your date.

“I’m actually thinking about the creme brûlée, would you like to split it with me?” he says and you just nod your head and smile while looking to get your waiter’s attention.

“Actually, do you mind ordering it? I’m gonna use the restroom really quick” he says abruptly, already standing up.

No, please don’t leave you say to yourself. But he’s already gone and almost out of sight.

Your waiter comes around and grabs both of your empty plates and you order your dessert, but even then your date hasn’t returned.

“So that’s why you’ve been ignoring my texts?” you hear Hob’s voice. You hadn’t noticed him approaching you because you were doing all that you could to not look at his direction.

“Hobi, please leave” you say out of desperation. You just want to get this night over with at this rate, and to be as far away from Hobi as possible.

“Y/N” he says with his deep voice and even though you know you shouldn’t, you still look up and you’re met with a familiar expression on Hobi. He’s upset, but beyond that, he looks at you with so much hurt.

You were about to explain all of this when Hobi himself notices your date returning back from the restroom.

“It was nice to see you again, Y/N, enjoy the rest of your date” Hobi, emphasizing the word date. He gives you one last look and then turns around to his table, and you catch Hobi staring at you before he turns around.

Your date comes back and the dessert is set down on the table only seconds after him returning. You want to be present for the rest of your date, but you know it’s impossible. It’s impossible when you can feel Hobi glaring at you.

“Hey, are you okay?” Your date asks when he realizes you’re not giving the same energy as before.

“Actually, I don’t think I’m feeling too well” and at least you’re being honest, not having to find an excuse. You just want to be home, in the comfort of your own bed.

“Okay, let me just get the check” he says, trying to flag down the waiter.

Moments later, you’re grabbing your belongings and you just want to bolt out the door. But your toxic self looks in Hobi’s direction and he’s looking back right at you. You can’t read his expression, nor do you want an explanation.

Your date walks you to your car and opens your door for you and asks you to text him once you get home, wishing you feel better.

You get home in 20 minutes. After putting the beautiful sunflowers in a vase, you decided to take a bath to wash off all that you’re feeling. You text your date that you made it home and that you had a good time tonight. Or at least you had a good time until your ex showed up.

You leave your phone on your bed and spend the next forty-five minutes soaking it all in. Tonight would have been a great night had your ex not shown up. What do you do moving forward?

You take your time getting ready for bed, turning wine in hopes that it would help knock you out. You don’t want to think anymore.

And just as you were about to lay down, you hear someone knocking at your door.

“Shit” you say to yourself, knowing damn well who it is.

You should just pretend that you’re sleeping, maybe ignoring him will give him the impression that you’re not home or awake. But before you could even do that, you drop your glass of wine, leaving pieces and a puddle of white wine right by your bed.

“Y/N?!” you hear Hobi say.

You carefully leave your room and grab the broom and an old towel to clean the mess up. Maybe Hobi will get the hint that you won’t let him in.

“Y/N, please. I just want to make sure you’re okay,” you hear the tone in Hobi’s voice and you know he’s genuinely concerned.

You slowly open the door, not wanting him to come in.

“Are you okay? I heard glass shattering” he says, trying to look past you, knowing that he towers over you.

“Yeah, I just broke another wine glass” you say, laughing out of nervousness.

“Can we talk?” he says out of nowhere, and a change in tone as well. You look up to him and he’s unreadable. “Can I come in or do you have company?”

You open the door for him reluctantly.

“Look Hobi. I don’t want this anymore. I can’t keep doing this to myself” you begin to explain the moment you close the door, not facing him just yet.

“Aren’t you tired of this?” you ask, and you finally gathered the courage to turn around, only to find him looking at the collection of polaroids on the wall.

“You really are trying to move on” he says very solemnly. He stares at your polaroids a little longer and then slowly looks at you.

“Hobi” you say, trying to hold down the fort for yourself, but the moment you see the look in his eyes, you’re sure the walls will come crashing down soon enough.

“I’m sorry Y/N” he says, taking one step closer to you. “I messed this up for you. This chance of being happy” he says and takes another step.

You find yourself taking a step back, not wanting to succumb to whatever this was with Hobi. You need to be strong if you want to end this cycle. But Hobi only takes a bigger step towards you, to the point where you can smell his cologne. He grabs both of your hands and you gasp, not knowing he would do that.

He waits until you’re looking into his eyes, which are as somber as you’ve ever seen. “I just want you to be happy,” he says.

You stare into his eyes and you can tell that he’s been thinking about this. You’re usually met with his hope-filled eyes but not this time. This time you’re met with so much sadness.

“I’m sorry for messing this up for the both of us” he says and you can see tears welling up.

You don’t know what to say. Moments ago you were ready to fight and end it, but now, all you wanted to do was comfort him.

You don’t waste another minute and rush to him to hug him. Now it was his turn to gasp, surprised at your sudden gesture.

He slowly wraps his arms around you and for a moment you both stay still. Even if he wasn’t good to you, you still cared for him, you still cared for each other.

He holds you tighter, hearing his heart beating in his chest and you’re instantly brought back to the nights where you’d be lying in bed, just listening to him breathing and hearing his heart beating and you knew you’d be a goner.

He sighs deeply and lets go of his hold on you. Is this really it? Is this the end of the cycle? Is this the end of it?

You look up to find him looking right at you. He’s staring at you with so much pain yet with so much longing. And you know you’re staring at him the same way. This isn’t the end, you know this is just another setback.

#bts fanfic #hobi x reader #hobi angst

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