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Heartstrings | Chapter 3 - A New Perspective

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Synopsis: You and Hoseok spend some more time together, and Hoseok grows fond of you.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x female reader | Best friend Min Yoongi x female reader

Genres: Fake dating | Nothing to lovers | University AU

Word Count: 9,7K

TW: makeout sesh in the woods and smoking (not cigarettes)

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Monday

Hoseok walks into the hall and spots his group of friends immediately, which isn't hard. They're standing bunched up together, rowdy as ever, talking loudly amongst themselves. As he walks up to them, he greets them hello before taking a place in the circle that has now formed, the conversation already resumed as if nothing happened. From here, he can see the whole hall. He doesn't look for you, but you're not hard to spot as you walk up to a blond man. Your steps are slow as you move, almost as if you're uncertain.

"You coming, too?" Jimin asks, drawing Hoseok´s attention. He turns his eyes to the man beside him, giving his best smile to his best friend.

"I´ll have to see."

"See about what? What reason can you possible have to miss a party?" one of his friends, Brian, asks him.

Hoseok doesn't answer. Brian's word annoys him, which isn't rare for Brian, who has the tendency to say necessarily mean and negative thing. Just like now. Hoseok, who would barely count himself as Brian's friend, should be able to sit out one party without Brian acting like a spoiled brat about it.

"Come on! Are you a mute now? Tell me!"

Hoseok bites his tongue and tightens his fists, trying all his might not to lash out like a toddler who hasn't gotten a hang of his emotions yet.

"Dude, it's Monday. We went out three days ago, can you relax a little?" he replies with a playful smile. Brian nods and pats Hoseok´s back. Hoseok gets a bad taste in his mouth, leaning away from Brian as casually as he can.

"I'm just exited!"

"You should be, I am going, and I am not going quietly," Jimin moves the conversation away from him, much to Hoseok´s appreciation.

"Do you ever go quietly?" another one of Hoseok´s other friends, Zelo, asks then, laughing teasingly.

Hoseok´s eyes drifts over to you, still standing with the blonde man, who he has learned is named Yoongi. You're both looking down at your phones, and Hoseok wonders what happened between Friday and now. On Friday he saw the two of you laughing comfortably together during the lesson, completely relaxed. Now, he can feel the tension emanating from across the room. Yoongi suddenly says something, and you look up at him, offering him that same kind smile you're always willing to give, giving your reply. At your replay, Hoseok sees Yoongi´s faces suddenly turn from friendly to sour at your words. Your phones are forgotten now, laying lonely in your hands as you're clearly trying to appease your friend. You take a step towards him to place a hand on his arm, shaking your head. Yoongi really doesn't look happy.

You're trying to tell Yoongi something, once again, when Zelo claps his hand on Hoseok´s shoulder.

"Let's go in, yeah? Lesson is about to start."

A part of Hoseok doesn't want to go in, leaving you alone while having this conversation, which is clearly not going well. During the weekend he saw how not fine you are deep down, and he wants to make sure you're alright before just leaving.

A different part of Hoseok is telling him to calm down. This has nothing to with him, and he knows you can handle yourself. You definitely don't need him to defend you. With that in mind, he walks after his friends. Taking his seat next to Jimin on the far end of the row, he finds his notepad and pen before settling back against the seat, keeping an eye on the door.

"How was the rest of your weekend?" Jimin asks.

"Miserable. My hungover was so bad, man."

"Last I saw you, you were pretty alright." Hoseok laughs. "Guess you kept on drinking after I left?"

Hoseok hasn't told any of his friends about the deal he has with you, which means they have no idea he even left his apartment during the weekend. Some things he likes to keep to himself, especially when it comes this specific friend group. If there is something he doesn't want to be made fin of, it's best not to tell these friends.

Jimin, however, is diffrent. Hoseok would count Jimin as his personal friend. If it was just him here, he could tell him everything.

You enter the room, and Hoseok turns to the front, not wanting you to catch him looking. It's so stupid, the way he's acting like a teenager around you. Quickly, he scrambles for something to say in order to look busy.

"I did. I found some old friend, tried to catch up over a game of never have I ever. The only thing I took from that, was the question of when I had time to do all that shit. What about you? Did you leave with that-"

"Shut up," Jimin says quickly, making Hoseok laugh.

"I know, I know. What I was going to say was: did you leave with that hottie I saw you with?"

Jimin blushes, but nods his head, confirming. Hoseok wants to bottle up the bright smile on Jimin´s face. "Got breakfast in the morning, too."

"Sunny side up, I bet."

In the corner of his eye, Hoseok sees you talking to the woman Jungkook is dating. She is gushing about something and making you laugh. He looks for Yoongi, but can't seem to find him.

A thought enters his mind, a thought he wishes wouldn't penetrate everything in him. After a couple of seconds, he can't help himself, and takes out his phone. He already has an opening line.

_____ _____

Hi.

Jungkook asked if we wanted to tag along to dinner and some arcade-games with him and Dea on Friday…

You down to play? 😉

Always

It's a surprise for Dea, so don't say anything!

How sweet of him!

Jungkook, always the romantic 🙄

You dont think it's cute?

No, it's cute! But he's making me look bad

What you lack in creativity you make up for in cuteness

🤧

Now shush, the lecture is starting back up again

It's not?

Shush

Hoseok looks over, seing you grin down at your phone. The professor standing up to start the lecture again and Hoseok re-focuses, ridding himself of his own grin.

Thursday

Just like every other day, Hoseok is standing with his group of friend, wishing that it's time to go inside in order for him to escape this conversation. This morning, Brian managed to tell Hoseok he was a no good suck up. He didn't say it in those exact words, but the sentiment was still very clear, and now Hoseok is just done. He doesn't want to deal with this group today. It's been a long week, listening to the same conversation about the same party that is happening this weekend, over and over again.

He looks around for a distraction and spots a very familiar figure. The only person he can imagine making his mood better in this room is you, and you're walking into the auditorium. Alone today.

"Bye," Hoseok says, removing himself from the group before they can make a move to stop him. Following you into the auditorium and down the steps, he stops and lays a hand on the seat beside you.

"This seat taken?" He smiles, noticing how you look up at him and smile as you see him.

During this week he has noticed you several times, greeting you in passing then trying his best not to pay it much mind, but also failing immensely. Tuesday you sat with Dea. He noticed the blonde haired man wasn't around, the conversation from Monday coming back to his head. That day, you still had your smile. Yesterday, however, he noticed you sitting with another man, a tall and bulky one, your bright smile dulled to a small one that wouldn't spread further than your lips. Even though this isn't the first time the two of you have knowledge each other, this is the first time he has approached you.

You shake your head and move your backpack to make room for Hoseok before turning to your computer. Hoseok takes a seat next to you, turning to you. It looks like you're tired today, your cheeks a little more hollow than normal, eyes a little darker, and your hair in a high pony-tail.

"Crazy night last night?" he ask.

You smile and shake your head. "I wish! Long shift at the boring retail job." You're looking at him in that way that makes his mind spin, with your eyes roaming all over his face and taking him in. It's making him feel naked. "You're looking better," you comment. Hoseok can't stop the heat from forming in the back of his neck.

"Thanks?" he jokes it away.

"You know what I mean," you chuckle, nudging him slightly.

"Yeah, I can finally relax now that I don't have a dinner with horrible, judging parents to worry about."

"What horrible person would put you through that?" you fake shock.

"Some random woman who just came up to me on street. She basically said she wanted to buy me. Insulted me, told me I was only worth a small cup of coffee."

You shake your head and tisk. "Should have ran away."

"Her offer was one I just could not pass up."

You finally laugh before opening your mouth to speak, only to be cut off by lecturer starting the lecture. Hoseok looks away from you, wearing a stupid grin. Opening his notepad, he directs his focus on the lecturer.

"I will take you all through the next five lectures, so I hope we will get along!" the round man says, scratching his beard. Hoseok leans into you.

"Santa came early this year," he whispers, making you laugh silently into your hand. Hoseok ignores the leaping feeling in his stomach when he watches your eyes look up at him in delight, clearly appreciating his comment.

"I don't think he will grand out wishes, though" you whisper back.

"Better go and find out."

You're about to get up, but Hoseok grabs your hand in panic, dragging you down. "Don't," he whispers.

"I just want to make my wish" you pout.

"Just sta-"

Someone behind you shushes, making you giggle even more. He can't help but laugh with you, probably enjoying this a little bit too much.

"Be quiet," you pretend to scold him, swatting his arm lightly. You turn and pretend to type on your computer, fingers going ham over the keyboard, not actually pressing down on any of the keys.

Hoseok tries to get rid of his smile by clearing his throat, to no avail. Only when the lecturer starts his slideshow and Hoseok focuses, does his smile go away.

The first hour of the lecture goes by quickly, and suddenly Mr. Santa calls for a break. Hoseok turns and sees his friends beckoning him over for their usual coffee break. He would rather just stay here with you, but coffee sounds too good to pass up right now.

He stands up. "I'm going to buy a coffee with my friends, want to join?"

"Sure."

Hoseok leads the two of you out of the auditorium, delaying the meeting between you and his friends by walking as slowly as he can. He doesn't particularly want to introduce his friends to you, afraid of what they might say. Afraid of how they might offend you. They're not necessarily the most favourable people, but they're the people that he has, and they have never turned him down. At least some of them haven´t.

"Please don't judge me based on these people."

"What?" you ask, confused.

"It's just that… Please keep in mind that I don't agree with everything they say."

"Alright," you say, still confused but sending Hoseok a smile as the two of you walk up the group.

"This is _____," he says. They take turns shaking your hand and introducing themselves. You smile extra when you recognize Jimin.

"Nice to see you again," he says, kissing the back of your hand. Hoseok smiles at the theatricality of it all, always so charmed by Jimin.

"Jimin," you say back.

When the introductions are over and done with, which went way more smoothly than Hoseok anticipated, the conversation is turned back to this Saturday and the party happening. Hoseok is painfully aware that you're not invited, and wishes they would choose another topic to talk about. He is tense, really hoping you haven't take noffense, when Brian turns to him, placing his big hand on his shoulder.

"Too bad this dickhead isn't going."

"I didn't say I wasn't going, Brian," Hoseok sighs now. "I said I have to see."

This is the moment Jimin decides to turns to you, sparking a conversation between the two of you. "I didn't noticed you leaving the party last weekend. Did you get home alright?" Jimin asks. His words sparks a new memory in your mind, one you didn't even know existed.

Hoseok turns to you as well, consequently splitting the group into two.

"I think I saw you in the staircase, and if it was you, I totally understand why you didn't notice me," you tease, winking at Jimin, making him red in the face. So you know about Jimin, too, Hoseok thinks. Clearly you found out by accident, but judging by your reaction, you really don't care.

"You saw us? Please, don't tell anyone, people don't know…" Jimin looks back at the group of men behind him, eyes wide. Hoseok notices your eyes fleet to him. "He knows," Jimin says, which clearly relaxes you.

"Sorry. I would never tell on you. I was just saying, nice work," you shrug.

The queue moves and Jimin has to turn and give his order, leaving you and Hoseok to yourselves.

"What do you want to drink?" you ask Hoseok, turning fully to him.

"Sorry?"

"You help me out with my family, I buy you coffee, remember?"

"Large black coffee is fine, but you really don't have to."

Hoseok tries to collect his wallet out from his back pocket, but you stop him, your hand lingering on his."It's a coffee, Hoseok, please let me. As a small thank you."

Hoseok takes a step towards you, that same playful grin on his face. He moves his hand slowly up your arm, feeling goosebumps rise on your arm. He watches as you swallow hard. More than anything, he loves all the clues that tells him you feel it too: the effect you have on him, he has it on you too. "You can always show you gratitude in other, more pleasant, ways." He watches you, your cheeks bright red now, your eyes trailing down to his lips. He goes on. "Or is that just a bonus?"

"Next!"

Before he can react, you turn around and walk up to the lady at the stand, leaving him with a stupid grin he doesn't quite manage to pull back. Hoseok moves from the line and waits for you a couple of steps away. A minute later you approach him, a coffee in each hand. He doesn't mean to fumble with the cup, but when he notices you staring at someone in line, he turns to see who you're looking at. Yoongi is standing in line, forehead creased as he watches the two of you. The pieces are slowly added together, Hoseok´s suspicion growing now.

Trying to not make this worse, he quickly grabs the coffee and steps away, creating the space he believes is needed. "Thank you." You look up at him and nod, face blank. The two of you walk towards the auditorium in silence. Hoseok is almost out of the hall when he notices you lingering behind, eyes going to the spot Yoongi stood. Hoseok can tell by your frown that Yoongi isn't there anymore.

"_____?" Hoseok considers you as he waits for you a couple of steps ahead, wondering what would make you feel better. He lifts his eyebrows, wanting to ask but not wanting to overstep. Instead of asking, he takes a sip of coffee and half moans. "Ahh, the taste of being bought!" he says, making you smile. Your smile edges him on, giving hi courage to go on. "I was wondering if you're doing anything after the lecture?"

"I start work at seven, why?"

"Would you hang out with me?" He wants to convey more, but can't quite find the words. The silence feels heavy and meaningful.

"What were you thinking of doing?" you ask.

"I didn't think that far," he answers, looking down at the ground, his neck warm once again. It feels silly now. "Doesn't matter to me, you can decide." You and Hoseok take your time walking into the auditorium and down the steps towards your seats. As the two of you take your seats, you are yet to answered him. It's been almost a minute now, and the hope that you will say yes decreases by the second, creating this awkward tension in Hoseok´s mind.

He turns to let you know you can say no, and finds you, to his surprise, smiling brightly at him.

"Alright. Let's do something."

Hoseok doesn't answer, only smiles at you as mr. Santa starts his slide back up.

"Alright, friends!"

For once, Hoseok is able to focus without the other guys whispering between themselves during the lecture.

Once out in daylight, you continue to walk aimlessly, following the flow of your steps. Hoseok finds talking easy when he's with you, and he catches himself laughing at a story that you're telling, despite it not being all that funny.

Turning the corner, Hoseok suddenly recognizes the house in front of him. The memory flows back, bringing with it all the excitement he felt back in that moment.

"This!" he says excitedly. He walks over to the wall and you stay a couple of steps away as he speaks, watching him. "This is where I had my first dance performance in this town. Two years ago," he takes a stance in front of the wall, posing as he did before the dance started, "I stood like this, ready to give that one old lady on her way back from doing her shopping a real show." He does a part of the dance before stopping, sighing happily. "I guess you can't really call it a performance, we just decided to pick a random place and dance," he shrugs.

"Did you really just dance out here?"

"Yeah." He looks to you from his spot, still imagining what happened that day. "If you look up there, you can see the local elementary school. A lot of kids walked past on their way home, and some even joined us. It was a lot of fun."

"Did you collect some money, as well?"

"We have little to no expenses, so we don't actually need any money. Over the years people have hire us, but we mostly do passion projects."

You're smiling so warmly at him he thinks he might overheat.

"It seems like this means a lot."

He can feel the heat on his neck again. This time it spreads to his ears and cheeks as well, probably giving him a red hue. All words are gone, he can only focus on how he's feeling right now. How you make him feel: like his body is suddenly warmer; like his heart is beating a little steadier; like he should be dancing.

"I love it."

"What got you into dance?"

"I'm not sure. When I was younger, I tried everything, but dance and tennis were the only things that stuck. I probably kept at it because people were so positive to it. If my teachers had told me everything I was doing was wrong, I wouldn't have the connection to it that I do now. Dance became this safe space. I was so happy when my parents boasted to their friends about me, telling them about the medals I won. That feeling transferred, and one day I found myself enjoying dancing and doing tennis, even if I didn't win or get positive feedback."

"I suppose. It wouldn't bring you joy if people told you you're no good at it, or made fun of you for it. It validates you, makes you feel worth something when people thinks highly of you. Almost like you're not worth something if you have nothing to show." You shrug.

Hoseok has been to one family dinner of yours, and he can guess how you're feeling right now. He can imagine how you have internalized that thought pattern you just described, based only on how your family are treating you, and he can draw the conclusion from there.

He picks up his backpack and approaches you, considering what to say next. Considering if he should go there. "Do you feel like that?"

"Sometimes."

Hoseok waits, but you don't say anything else.

"It's not true, though. Even if I wasn't good at dancing or playing tennis, I would still be a good person. I would still be good son, a sturdy brother and a dedicated friend. I would still be me."

"What if I'm not even those things. I'm clearly a horrible daughter, my parents hates me. I'm not any better at being a sister, the way even my brother can't stand me," you tell him as the two of you fall into steps beside each other. "I'm even a shitty friend," you mutter.

"I'm sure it's got nothing to do with you, but sometimes people are just shitty for no reason. You're not a bad daughter and sister, it's them who are bad parents and and a brother. They should love you unconditionally, and definitely not treat you the way the way they do."

You shrug. "If it's not me, then why is it only me? Why don't they treat Seokjin the same way?"

Hoseok´s heart aches.

"I don´t know."

Silence.

"Sometimes I wish I could have one thing I was really great at, or something I was really passionate about. Maybe thing would be better."

"You should find it."

"What?"

"You passion. Not to impress anyone, but to have it for yourself. When it all comes to it, dance for me is a safe space I can go when I need it. You should have that, too."

"You make it sound so easy," you smile.

"Isn't it? You try something new until you find something you really enjoy."

"Maybe," you say.

"I´ll be your coach."

"Oh will you?" You ask, sounding more positive now. Hoseok nods. "What does this project entail, coach Jung?"

"Don't worry, you're in good hands. I'll take it slow." He winks, watching as you're once again affected by the innuendo. In attempt to avoid his gaze, your eyes roam the surroundings.

"Right there," you say, pointing to the bench in front of you as you walk towards it - away from Hoseok. "I remember I used to sit here with my friends. We bought ice creams in the summer and ate them here while gossiping. I heard some of the most shocking things out here, like that time Christina frenched a guy two years older than us, or like how Liam and Cole came out by making out in the cafeteria. And you can't forget that time I heard that Namjoon and his first girlfriend had finally had sex. They were the first ones in our year, so of course we interrogated her later." You laugh, taking a seat on the bench, patting it affectionately. "Right here."

Hoseok takes a seat next to you, turning to you as he speaks.

"I remember one time when my best friend ran all the way from school to my place just to tell me he had passed a note to a girl he liked. We gushed about it for like an hour, acting like it was the biggest deal ever. The teenage years were something else. I remember I was walking a girl I liked home one time - now promise me you won't laugh - but I tripped and dragged her down with me, right into a mud puddle. It looked like I had shat my pants."

Hoseok realizes he would tell every little embarrassing detail of his childhood if it could make laugh like this. If it could make you lean into his like this.

"I can't believe how big of a deal everything was back then. If anyone we knew had done something we had to know."

"Everything was so new. Things we didn't think was possible was happening to people we knew. To us! How could we not talk about it?"

There is a beat.

"I have a question."

"Is it a gossip bench kind of question?" Hoseok teases, surprised when you nod. "Oh, go ahead."

"Why doesn't Jimin want people to know?"

"That he occasionally likes to french," he raises his eyebrow teasingly at the term you used earlier, "men?" You nod, settling yourself back on the bench. Hoseok follows, relaxing against the bench with his arms propped up on the back of the bench. "I don't know. Maybe he's afraid of people treating him differently?"

"Hm," you hum, lost in thought now.

"He came out to his friend when he was younger. Didn't go so well, and now he holds the cards closer to his chest."

"What did they do?"

"I´m not familiar with the details, but from what I have gathered, she spread the word in the small town he lived in. Eventually, it came back to him. People didn't accept it and started avoiding his whole family. They ended up moving to my town. We became friends, but when I accidentally found out by walking in on him and his ex, he was really defensive, saying I would be an asshole if I told anyone, and that it's not his business to have an opinion, which it isn't. After a while, I managed to convince him that I didn't care, but he made med promise not to tell anyone."

"I hate that."

"So do I. And he does too. I wish I could tell him our friends would be alright with it, but some of them are real assholes who would probably turn it into a joke."

"Why do you even hang out with them?"

There is the big question. He can't actually answer it. Over time the friend group has evolved into what it is now, and Hoseok wishes he didn't have to hang out with all of them. But not hanging out with some of them means not hanging out with any of them, which isn't an alternative.

"Good question."

"You should find someone else to hang out with."

"It's fine, really. I can hang out with them at school, I just don't like them enough to be with them on my spare time."

"Is that why you sat with me today? To get away from them?"

"Yes," Hoseok says, looking at you. You're so open like this, looking at him with your emotions emanating from you: your eyes shine with happiness; you mouth turned up in a teasing smile. "Yes and no."

He wanted to hang out with you, which is why he sat down next to you. Because he likes you. It's as easy as that. Saying it in broad daylight isn't as easy, however, when he can be so easily turned down. So, he choses to say: "I have noticed you haven't been with Dea and what's his face most of this week, and wanted to know how you were doing." At them mention of Yoongi, you turn your head down. He waits for you to say something, and when you don't, he asks, "are you alright?"

"Yeah." None of you believe that. With a small shake of your shoulders, you put on a smile. "It's alright. Things will work out the way they're supposed to." You clearly don't want to talk about it.

"Should we get going?" Hoseok asks, wanting to lighten the mood.

Hoseok follows your lead, walking in comfortable silence for a few minutes. As you walk, your surroundings turn quickly from tall buildings and paved sidewalks, to houses and alleys, and then to trees and footpaths. After ten minutes of walking, you walk up to a river. Hoseok is about to walk along the stream but stops when he notices that you've stopped. You're staring at the river with a shiny eyes, your lips turned to a smile.

"Familiar spot?" he questions.

"Me and my friends used to hang out here all the time when I was younger. I got my first boyfriend right here, even had my first kiss against that tree. We used to to do everything here," you tell him, amused.

"Sounds like you were happy," he points out.

"Yeah. Until he broke up with me after six months. Right here," you point to the spot beneath you. After a couple of seconds you go on. "Also, me and my grandma used to come here. She was the one who showed me this place."

"Were you close? You and your grandma?"

"She would call med every night to say goodnight," you say. "And every weekend I would go over to her house and we would bake cookies. She was my favorite person," you smile to Hoseok.

"I bet. She sounds like a great woman," he comments. When you finally look up at meet his eyes with yours, he smiles. "I'm glad you had her growing up."

"And that boyfriend," you joke, to which Hoseok chuckles.

"And you stupid ass of a boyfriend," he agrees. "How was he to you?"

"He was alright to me, but he wasn't exactly great to my friends. Sadly that's the type of guys I'm attracted to," you shrug.

Can Hoseok be filed under that same category, he wonders. What was it about that guy that made you like him, and does Hoseok possess those same quality? He can't imagine ever doing something like that.

"And what are you attracted to, exactly?"

"Assholes?" you laugh.

"I´m not an asshole," Hoseok can't help himself, putting himself out there.

"I suppose not."

You're too quiet, and not saying much is a bad sign, at least when it comes to you. And he knows he has come on strong - maybe too strong. His words somehow feels different than the light atmosphere that has been worked up between the two of you. This could be a time to come right out and say how you're feeling towards him, but you don't take it. Maybe you're not ready to put the attraction into a definition, which is fine.

To avoid more awkward tension, he decides to speak again.

"Have you had many asshole boyfriends, then?"

There is pause where your eyes roam Hoseok´s face, looking for something; he doesn't know what, but smiles encouragingly anyway.

"A couple. After the fourth one I swore off guys, which is why I'm here, fake dating you instead of getting myself a real boyfriend."

His whole neck and face is flaming hot. He hasn't kept it a secret that he's attracted to you, - on the contrary - but he thought you wanted him too. You kissed him back. You even kissed him first. When he's been openly flirting and hoping to make it into something, you've been on the opposite side, not wanting to go there. At all. It's embarrassing how blind he's been, because a kiss doesn't mean anything. Falling asleep together doesn't mean anything more than that, and now his face is flaming red, calling him out on his own feelings when there shouldn't be any. It doesn't matter what he says after this, because your eyes are watching him, seing how much your words have affected him.

"I think I have been sending some mixed signals, so I want to be clear. I think it would be best if we're only friends. I got a little carried away this weekend, that's all."

There is no point in playing it cool now. "What's stopping you?" You don't answer him. "Do you think I'm an asshole, as well? Because I'm really not."

"All assholes says that," you tease, rolling your eyes.

Suddenly he realize something.

"Is it Yoongi?"

You shrug.

That's not a no.

"Do you have feelings for him?" You shake your head, a clear no. "Are you afraid of how he will react, or something?" You shake your head once again. "I'm enjoying spending time with you, and it seems like you're enjoying spending time with me, too."

"Can you stop pushing this?" you say, voice suddenly loud.

"Right." Hoseok is quiet for a second, wondering how to put what he's thinking into words. "All I'm wondering is what's stopping us, when we're both clearly attracted to each other."

You're staring directly at him now, eyes fiery. "I'm not attracted to you."

He knows that's not true, and can't help but laugh a little as he takes a step towards you. You can deny it with words, but he can read your body like an open book. Wanting to prove something, he moves closer to you. Closer and closer until he's flushed against you. His hand is resting against you back, trapping you against him. He doesn't need answers, but he wants them. Just like he doesn't need to feel your lips on his again, but he wants to.

"Really? So you don't feel anything if I do this?" he whispers, resting his hand on the back of your neck, putting pressure on it. "Or if I do this?" He leans in as if he's about to kiss you, and your eyes fall shut, welcoming him. He stops just as his lips are about to meet yours. You let out a deep breath when you realize he isn't going to kiss you.

"No." Your voice is weak and full of doubt, eyes still closed.

He moves the hand that is on your nape, to your cheek, caressing it carefully before moving his thumb to your lips. Those damned lips. He feels your arm as it moves around his waist, the other one clutching to his shirt. If this is you not being attracted to him, he needs to reevaluate everything he has learned in his life. "You're loving this just as much as I am," he says, putting pressure on your lips to part them.

"Hoseok," you breathe out.

"Yes, sweetie?"

At the pet name he feels you relax in his arms. Now, a want has turned to the need to kiss you. Before you answer him he moves forwards, capturing your lips with his. As soon as his lips meets your, it is as if a band has finally snapped. You press yourself closer to him, dragging, pushing, clawing at him - anything to get him closer to you. It's as if his own attraction reverberates in you and is being pushed back into him, filling him with tenfolds of the attraction he had.

You're getting lost in the kiss now, Hoseok setting a slow pace. He'll be damned if he wouldn't make this kiss last. Slowly, he starts to feel crazy. No matter what he does, it's as if he can't anchor his mind. He kisses you hard, then softly, quickly before turning it slower again. His finger that was on your lip is back at the nape, firmly pushing your face upward to him. All the longing he has felt finally has a place to go. If he was a better man he would have stepped away instead of pushing. Thank god he isn't a better man.

Then, after what feels like way too short of a time, he pulls back a little, only for you to follow after him, kissing him more. He chuckles as he parts fully from you, breathing a little heavier than normal. You're laughing too, leaning to him and hiding your face in his chest, cutely ashamed. Hoseok holds you completely now, both arms around your waist.

"Alright, so I'm attracted to you," you mutter.

"Not shit, Sherlock."

"Don´t push it," you laugh softly, shaking your head.

"Then what's the problem?"

"I'm just not looking for anything like that right now. I want to figure some things out first, which is why I want to stay friends. It's a door I don't want to open. Or, I want to, but I know I shouldn't," you say, looking up with a wicked grin. Hoseok looks at your pink lips, feeling that same pull and dips down once again, pecking your lips.

"Alright," he says, kissing you again and again, making you giggle.

Pushing him away, you force out, "I mean it," though your laughter.

"Can we be friends that occasionally make out?"

"Hoseok," you fake scold, your grin never leaving.

"Please," he whines.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Whatever the hell you want, that's kind of my point."

You're smile falters now, and you think you might be crazy because you're saying one thing, but do the opposite. For example right now, you said you don't want to go there, but still, you're grabbing Hoseok by the collar to kiss him passionately.

Hoseok smiles into the kiss, brushing your hair away from your face in an attempt to distract himself from the discomfort that is building. He usually isn't one for public display of affection like this, but you have in a state where he would let you do anything to him if you smiled at him the right way. The discomfort grows by the second, and he has to pull back.

"_____, as much as I'm enjoying this, we should stop."

"Yeah."

The two of you pull away from each other and catch your breaths for a couple of seconds. Hoseok tries his best to readjust without letting you see, and turns around in one final attempt. When he turns back, your fingers are brushing against your bright red lips. Meeting your eyes, that same smile comes to his face. His insides are finally calming down, and he can finally think, which gives room for the realization that he wants this so bad. He would probably agree to only hold hands if that's all you were willing to give. You, on the other hand, seem to be thinking like crazy. Your eyes go back and forth, not focusing on anything as you're lost in though. Hoseok wishes so badly he could read your thoughts, that way he would know what to do or say next. That way he wouldn't be standing here, awkwardly smiling, waiting for your judgement.

"Friends don't make out," you say, making it sound final.

And Hoseok doesn't get it. Then again, it's not his job to understand it, he just has to respect it.

He can feel it, the disappointment settling deep down in his stomach, but tries to smile and nod. He respects your decision, muttering an "ok," because of course it is. It's up to you. That doesn't mean the sour taste taking over him isn't prominent to the point that he can't smile anymore.

"Sorry."

"It's alright. Of course, it's up to you."

He realize that he has just been friend zoned, and he could probably cry if he wasn't with you. He wanted this with you, of course, and he wonders exactly when his feeling caught up to him. When did he catch these feeling, and when did they become strong enough to actually become sad to only be your friend. You turning him down is equivalent to saying you don't like him enough, which hurts him more than he would have thought.

Maybe his imagination got the best of him, he tells himself, putting on a smile.

"Should we call off the dinner with Dea and Jungkook tomorrow, then?" he asks. He thought the dinner was a good idea when he asked, but now he's unsure. A double date is probably something you don't want to go on now.

"Why?"

He wonders if you realize it's a double date, but can't get himself to ask. Instead, he shrugs. "Never mind. Let me walk you home so you can eat before your shift starts."

"That would be great. Thanks Hoseok."

"Any time."

"Just dont drag me down into a mud puddle," you tease, making both of you laugh.

The walk back is spent in awkward silence, both of you having too much going on in your minds. At the door, both of you say your goodbyes, and Hoseok watches you get inside, sighing, and then turning away. He knows exactly what he needs, and dials Jimin´s number.

Twenty minutes later he's on the rooftop, this time without you in his arms. Instead, he's sitting on the floor next to Jimin, Jungkook opposite to them. They're taking turns smoking up and passing it forward.

"Spill it, Jung." Jungkook lightly kicks Hoseok, his eyes watching him intently. Hoseok hasn't said anything, yet they always seem to know when something is bother him. This time, however, he feels like a fool and would rather not talk about it.

"What?"

"You called Jimin asking for this," he holds up the blunt, "which you never do. What happened?"

"Nothi-"

Jimin cuts him off. "It's that girl from last week, isn't it? _____?"

"Who? Sleeping beauty? What, she finally woke up and decided to run far, far away from you? Wise girl."

"She didn't." Hoseok pauses and lays down on his back. It's only Jimin and Jungkook, the two people he would trust his life with, maybe they can help him somehow. With a heavy sigh, he goes on. "Alright, yes, she friend zoned me. You know me, my feelings are fragile, and now I'm all sad and shit."

"Sorry." Jungkook says. Someone places their hand on Hoseok´s foot. "It's never a good feeling getting rejected."

"What happened? I thought she liked you, the way you were acting earlier."

"You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. _____ would kill me."

"Wouldn't be that be something," Jungkook sighs happily, only for Jimin to hit his arm.

"We won't say anything. Now, spill."

"We´re pretending to date in front of her parents. I know, stupid, but she asked me last week and I said yes. Then Friday happened, but she left before we did anything. We had already made plans for Saturday, and I went over to her place. Nothing really happened, I kissed her as I left. Sunday came and we had dinner with her parents, just as I promised I would, pretending to be her boyfriend. She wasn't feeling good after dinner and I took her to the movies before I drove her home. I wanted to make her feel better, I don't know… This time she kissed me as I dropped her off. Today she told me she wasn't interested in a relationship, and the whole thing is so stupid because we're so attracted to each other. It shouldn't bother me so much when we've only kissed a handful of times, but here we are, getting high and mending my hurt feelings."

"Are you sure it's not just your ego that's bruised?"

"You are a hopeless romantic, Hoseok. You take one look at a girl you find pretty and probably imagine your wedding. You have a crush, it's not a bad thing. But you also has to remember that some people want to protect their hearts and make sure you're in it for the right reasons. I, myself, find many people attractive, and there are many people I would make out with, but that doesn't mean I would risk getting my heart broken by anyone," Jimin says, his voice gentle. "Maybe give her some time and a little space to figure you out."

"What I'm not getting is when dating became such a big thing. Going out for a date doesn't mean we're getting married," Jungkook asks, extinguishing the blunt.

"Me neither. I know I'm a romantic fool, but I don't want to marry her. I want to take her out and get to know her. That's it. I'm not proposing."

"Are you listening to yourselves?" Jimin asks. "What about her? What does she want?"

"Nothing. She wants me, but not enough, apparently." Hoseok can hear his own voice, sour and spiteful.

"She doesn't owe you anything."

"I know that, but there is an attraction there and I don't understand why she won't run with it."

"She probably felt grateful and kissed you, then had a second to think and realized she doesn't want a relationship. Just respect it and let it go. Anyway, if she's pretending to date you she's probably not in the best place. I mean, she can't face her family alone. You're her buffer, which is putting her in a exposed position. Would you expose yourself even more if you were her situation? If you have just bared your soul for her, would you really be open for even more?"

Would he? He can understand that you're probably embarrassed after the dinner, he would definitely be. But he doesn't care, it's just your family, which you can't do anything with. It doesn't have anything to do with who you are as a person.

"I wouldn't care," Jungkook says after a couple of seconds of silence. "Sex is sex." He shrugs.

"Oh, and to think I had a crush on you," Jimin rolls his eyes.

"You did?" Jungkook asks, surprised. Jimin nods. "Best confident booster ever!"

"It's really not," Hoseok says. "He even tried to kiss me once. He has a crush on anyone who has a nice dick and two legs."

"Not true!" Jimin says, pointing his finger a Hoseok. "They don't have to have a nice dick."

Friday

Ever since the conversation with you yesterday, then the talk with Jimin and Jungkook, Hoseok´s head hasn't stopped churning. Today he spent thirty minutes in the shower, thinking. His head is actually starting to hurt. This is the first time since getting into bed last night, that his head isn't full of thoughts and uneasiness, replaced by a goal of finding you, Jungkook and Dea in the busy restaurant. Making his way through the arcade part of the venue, he spots you on the other side of the room. It's the first time he's seing you after yesterday, and his heart does a double beat. You're in the middle of a conversation, your face serious as you're listening to Dea. Hoseok is the last one to arrive. He forces all thoughts away as he approaches the three of you, smiling widely. He refuses to be a dick about the rejection, he knows that much. You've made your decision, and now he has to let it go.

"Jk," he says, clasping his hand on his friend´s shoulder in passing.

"Hobi."

Hoseok takes the seat next to you, nodding his head slightly in your direction, earning a very small smile. He knows he is overthinking, but knowing he is overthinking doesn't stop said overthinking. It doesn't stop the questions running in his mind. Does she feel as awkward as me. Does she feel weirded out by me looking at her. Now that we're just friends, do I have to act differently? What do I say now?

None of you know what to say after yesterday, making for a couple seconds of awkward tension as you stare at each other before Hoseok surrenders first, avoiding your gaze by turning to Dea.

"It's good to see you, Dea. How are you?"

"All good here," she says over the menu. "Hungry."

"Everyone, you have one minute to chose before she explodes," Jungkook jokes, pretending to be in pain when Dea hits his shoulder. "Ok, thirty seconds."

"You're so mean," Dea says, pouting.

"I thought you liked it when I'm mean." Jungkook winks.

You clear your throat, drawing everyone's attention. Hoseok sees how red your cheeks are getting by the attention. Then he notices how high your shoulders are, and how hard you're clutching your bag, clearly a little on edge. He wants to do something to calm you, but grabbing your hand doesn't feel very friendly to him. Neither does giving you a hug. So, in the end, he only sends you a smile.

"Should we go and order, Jung?"

The restaurant is one of the ´do it yourself´ types of restaurants, where you order and collect your food at the register. After hearing what you and Dea want to eat, the two men make their way through the restaurant. Hoseok and Jungkook order the food, and Hoseok is handed a puck shaped object which apparently will light up when the food is ready. They make smalltalk while waiting for their drinks to be made.

"This is so awkward," Jungkook says suddenly.

"Yeah, wonder why," Hoseok answers, voice bitter. He should be

"Can you try to relax a little? This is supposed to be a fun little date, you're making it weird."

"It's not a date," Hoseok mutters, spinning the chip between his fingers. "She doesn't want to date me, remember?"

"Try to relax, man. Enjoy yourself. Don't think too much, you're weird when you think too much, ok?"

The last drinks is being served, and before Hoseok can answer, Jungkook is turning around, a drink in each hand, and walking away.

Taking a deep breath, Hoseok picks up the remaining drinks and makes his way back to the table. Jungkook is right, he needs to relax. From now on, he won't think too much, he decides before walking back to the table as well. Handing you your drink, he makes a point of asking you if you've been here before, which you have. In fact, when you were younger you went almost every weekend.

While the four of you wait for the dinner, you talk about the the arcade and the games that are here. Dea proclaims she is going to beat Jungkook at the motorcycle game, which makes you all laugh. The conversation flows, and by the time the puck lights up, you're all perfectly relaxed. This time, you and Dea goes to get the food.

Even as you're devouring the food, silence never fully falls over the table. It seems that the four of you always have something to say, a comment to make or a joke to crack. Hoseok can't remember the last time he has felt so worry free.

You're all done eating when Dea stands up, saying "alright, I'll be right back." She disappears quickly behind the corner, an extra bounce in her step.

"Be right back," Jungkook says ten seconds after, grinning as he walks in the same direction as Dea.

"Well, good for them," you say awkwardly, laughing at the two of them and their bunny tendencies.

There is a second where you and Hoseok sit in silence, you taking a second to check you phone. Then, Hoseok turns to you, drawing your attention.

"You wanna go play some games?" he asks, nodding his head in the direction of the arcade.

"Yes, please."

The two of you gather your belongings and make your way over to the arcade, stopping by the first game, which turns out to be a basketball game.

"I suck at this," he admits.

"Great! Let's play," you tease, taking your place by the machine.

It turns out, Hoseok isn't just bad at the game, like he thought. He is absolutely horrendous. He makes one basket, by accident, while you're putting one ball after the other through the basket. The whole thing has him so mad, because how hard can it be? You're doing it, so why can't he manage to do it? This can´t be his own doing, someone has to be setting him up as a prank. By the time the timer runs out, his whole face is red, and not because he's embarrassed. The anger running in him is all-consuming, and it has to come out.

Hitting the machine as hard as he can, he says, probably loud enough for him to be embarrassed later, "You stupid piece of shit." He kicks the machine, needing it to feel the anger he is feeling. "Fucking machine."

He looks up when he feels most of the anger has seeped out, calm enough to take in your round eyes. You have your hand over your mouth. Now, his redness is due to embarrassment. You're watching him carefully, your hand covering a smile.

"Sorry!" he apologizes quickly. Anger is never a good look. "I might be a little bit of a sore loser."

Much to Hoseok´s surprise, you erupt with laughter. He watches as you gasp for air, your laugh bouncing off the walls for everyone to hear. Your laugh is enough to extinguish the last of Hoseok´s anger. In it's place comes joy. He laughs with you, not because he is embarrassed or because he finds this funny, but because your laughter is infectious. In attempt to stay upright, you lean against him, using his arm to support yourself. The two of you are still laughing together when Dea and Jungkook approach, smiling at the sight of you. They are clearly amused at the two of you, both of them chuckling as well. Or maybe it's their rendezvous that has them happy.

"Ah, I needed that laugh. How do you always make me laugh?" you ask as you dry your tears.

"You're just bullying me," Hoseok grins.

"Hey, I am not! If you could see yourself, you would probably be laughing ten times as hard." Hoseok pouts. "It was funny. Cute, even." There is a slight pause where your eyes goes wide and you raise your eyebrows. "Do you think they would give me the CCTV if I asked nicely?"

"I wanna see it, too! Should we go straight back and ask, _____?" Jungkook teases, trying his best to keep a straight face. He fails.

"Can you not edge her on?" Hoseok turns Jungkook, pretending to be helpless. "She is already merciless."

"I think you brought this on to yourself, man. I told you we shouldn't go here, but you insisted. ´It'll be fun,` you said. ´I'll impress her by showing her how good I am at those games,` you said."

Hoseok wishes looks could kill, because, yes, he did say those things, but he also said it in a joking way, and he didn't want you to know you ever said anything like that. It's one thing that he thought he could be decent at those games, but it's something else, completely that he wanted to show that to you. That he wanted to impress you. He said that about a week ago, and now you're just friends…

You approach them, and Hoseok manages to fix his stare just as you stand beside him.

"Stop lying," Dea says, interfering. "You were the one wanting to come here. I remember you said, and I quote, I'll show you what a real alpha looks like, end quote."

"I didn't say that?" Jungkook says.

"You didn't, but it wasn't that far off."

"Anyway," you cut in. "I think it's time for Dea to show you all her motorcycle skills."

"Yes!" Dea almost jumps at the suggestion, grabbing Jungkook´s hand and dragging him with her. "I think this is the one game I can actually beat you in," she says happily, everyone following her.

"I hope she can beat him," Hoseok whispers to you as you walk over to the machine.

"Just you wait. She's deadly on that thing."

The two of you take your stance beside the machine meanwhile Jungkook and Dea take their seats on the bikes, already bickering over who is the best. They take a while deciding on their settings, but after they hit ready, the screen goes black. Then, a countdown starts. The fight isn't exactly fair; Jungkook tries to push Dea off the bike multiple times, but in the end, Dea crosses the finish line a couple of second before Jungkook.

Hoseok is extatic, just having gotten a video of Jungkook cheating in a game, but still managing to lose. He sends the video in the group-chat immediately, showing you the responses as Dea is trying to lighten up a pouting Jungkook.

The next hour is more or less the same. The four of you competing in different games. You all win some, and you all lose some, making a great vibe. That is, until Jungkook suddenly demands a rematch, wanting to redeem himself in the motorcycle game. You and Hoseok decide to grab something to drink at the bar instead of watching yet another intense match against the very competitive couple.

Making your way over, the two of you settle down by the bar.

"I have an idea. If you let me order something for you, you can order something for me."

"Sounds fun!" You take a look at what they offer, trying to find the sweetest drink you can for Hoseok.

You order the drinks, and take the first sip, you both giggle, enjoying the foreign tastes.

"This is very good!"

"If you think this is good, you should come with me at a bar down town called shots and giggles. Jimin brought me the first time I went, but they have the best drinks, I swear."

"Do you take all your friends to gay bars, then?" you laugh, taking another sip of the drink.

"Only the ones I'm interested in."

Hoseok doesn't even realize what he has said until five seconds later. He said it jokingly, but you both know there is some truth to it. He wishes the floor could soak him right up.

The silence that follows is painful. He can feel it all down in his bones, and it's the way you´re fidgeting with your glass and turning back and forth in the chair. He has made you uncomfortable.

A high pitched noise bring his attention to your phone. You pick it up and read the message.

"Sorry," you say quickly, standing up. "It's Yoongi. Something happened and he needs me," you place your phone back in your bag and turn away. Not once did you make eye contact with him. "Sorry to just leave like this, but I'll see you later."

And you're gone. Just like that, with a bad excuse.

#jung hoseok #Hoseok fanfic #Hoseok ff #Jung Hoseok fanfic #Jung Hoseok ff #JHS ff #Min Yoongi #Min Yoongi fanfic #Yoongi ff #Min Yoongi ff #Suga ff #Suga fanfic #Hobi ff #Hobi fanfic #Yoongi bestfriend

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bippiti · 10 months

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hobie w a spider! reader who has sensitive hearing

- hobie is incredibly attuned to your needs as a bc of your hearing. he knows bc notices the impact certain sounds can have on you and takes extra care to create a quiet and comfortable environment whenever he can

noise cancelling trinkets bc he’s known to be somewhat of an engineer and tinkers often. he creates specialized noise-canceling devices to help lower the effects of loud sounds on your sensitive hearing. they gadgets can be worn in your ears, and they allow you to have better focus during missions

whispers hobie knows that you perfer soft speaking or whispers when possible, so he tends to speak to you in hushed tones. he knows that even the quietest of sounds can be way louder for you, so he adjusts his voice accordingly, making sure youre comfortable

apartment mods hobie makes modifications to your shared apartment, creating a safe haven of sorts where loud sounds are minimized. he installs soundproofing materials, places white noise machines, and even incorporates acoustic-friendly furniture, all designed to provide you with a quiet peaceful environment

music therapy hobie discovers that certain frequencies or types of music can actually help soothe and relax your sensitive hearing. he makes a bunch of playlists specifically designed to provide a calming and enjoyable experience for you, using music as a form of therapy and stress relief

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown smut #hobie brown hcs #hobie brown head anons #hobie brown ff #spider-man across the spiderverse fanfiction #hobie brown x male reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x gn reader

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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months

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'End cringe culture!!!'You guys can't even handle adults who love kids cartoons because they have lgbt representation

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milimeters-morales · 11 months

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another reason why Hobie can’t stand Miguel’s ass

#miles morales #spiderman #spider man #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #m&m posts #shit does that count as spoilers? probably ffs i’ll put it at the end of the tags #spoilers mentioned ->#i originally was gonna do gwen being dragged into the fight but there were issues #bc if you replaced miles with hobie it wouldn’t make sense seeing as his parents aren’t in his life #even if he let her stay with him for some months

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kooksbunnnn · 2 months

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Fuck around and..? JHS

Summary: Being neglected can bring out the brat inside you, little do you know that he loves to be the brat tamer.

Warnings: dom!hoseok × brat!reader. MATURE. 18+ Overstimulation? Edging? It's a mixture. Vibrator. Fingering. Unprotected sex(it's a no-no in reality). Reader cries and begs. THEY ARE DANCERS. Please tell me if I missed something.

Words: 1.7k approx.

Authors note: I am a little rusty and this is slightly unedited as well so please forgive if I make any mistake. Also, you can ask me to add you in the permanent taglist, so when I upload any drabble or story you could be notified🫶 ___________________________________________

"It seems like I underestimated how obidient you are. My perfect disciple."

The most important thing in dance is discipline, Hoseok told you that on the first day you visited his studio. You heard about how much body control he had, you just didn't realize how much you wanted him to control your body as well.

You used to imagine how his hands would feel around your throat or inside you. How would his dick feel in your throat or any of your holes. Never had you felt so out of control around someone. Always trying to get praised for how you move your hips.

Compliments about your dance turned into rewards so quick you didnt realize when he started to praise you for how good you looked riding him rather than at a move he taught.

And soon, you realized why you felt so powerless around him. It was like he stripped you of your powers as soon as you walked in that studio. He didn't have to say it verbally it was just the way he looked at you that made you submit to him.

You did not wanna upset him or disobey him. He made that very clear when you both started to date and get intimate, but getting less attention from him during crowded classes just wanted you to test his patience.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He says with a smile, fake, you can tell, calling you near your camera that was already set to film the routine, while all the dancers take a break.

"Tying my hair?" You say in a tone which makes his jaw tick. He hated you practicing with your hair tied up in front of others. Any other hairstyles were okay but this was his to hold, his to play around with, his to pull on while you got your throat fucked.

It made him want to bend you in front of everyone and tell them whom you belong to.

But as long as it got his attention, you were ready to risk it all.

He just glares at you as you stop letting your hair fall for the moment where you put your band in between your teeth, his gaze now unable to stay still on your eyes. You turn away from him to fidget with the camera's settings, pretending to fix something he told you to.

"Dont test me, doll." He says with his eyes squeezed, head tilted towards his feet.

"Oh yeah?" Stepping away from the camera, you start to put your hair very slowly in a ponytail, your top rising above your navel. He raises his head, eyes slowly trailing over your body.

Looking straight in your eyes, he steps towards you and scoffs. Looking at you, he raises a challenging brow meanwhile you finish your hairstyle by pulling the hair tie from your lips dramatically.

Tightening the hold of the hair tie on your messy pony tail with a raised brow, you tilt your head smiling innocently.

"Whatchu you gonna do about it, sir?" You challenge him with a smirk.

He smiles,"why dont you fuck around and find out, brat?"

A muffled cry escapes you as you feel your orgasm approaching. Once again.

The question, would he let you come or edge you again comes back. Again.

Hands at your back tied with a tie and mouth stuffed with a ball gag covered in spit, your knees were bruising against the satin sheets. You spread your shaking knees apart enough for your folds to touch the mattress and the vibrator that hoseok holds under your pussy.

He had been surprising you with different personas every time you saw him perform, but this? This dominant persona is your favorite, it is overwhelming to experience yet so cunt-clenchingly exciting every time.

"That's it, doll, let it go." He coos mockingly, and his voice sounds so soft against his appearance, shirtless and trousers unbottoned, making his briefs visible.

His voice makes you shiver in anticipation and makes you believe he is gonna let you come but then he can be so unpredictable.

Since he was choosing when to let you come, he has also been randomly edging you, you dont want to believe his words anymore.

You knew the first orgasm was gonna be a mind numbing one but he just laughed and removed the vibrator away from your pussy, laughing at how pathetically you cried. Surprising you with an orgasm after that by just lightly tapping your clit, soon followed by another one that almost made you blackout of overstimulation.

"Yeah? You wanna?"

Nodding your head slowly, your head falls back with a muffled moan. Tears falling over mixing with your spit your knees shake as he holds you with one hand and presses the vibrator harder on your clit with the other.

"Ohhhhh, feels good, right?"

He lets out at the same time you let out a low groan, making fun of how you shake and moan in front of him.

You nod your head again with garbled sounds coming from your mouth. Leaning in, he kisses your cheek, warm breath fanning your face, and you open your eyes to look at his dark ones, whining and mumbling a plea.

"Did you say something?" He says, pausing when you mumble something behind the gag. When you dont respond to his question, he immediately removes the pressure and puts the device aside.

"Look at me." He says gently holding your face with bith of his hands. "Are you okay? Still green?" You nod but he still loosens your gag.

"Words."

"Yes, green, just needed a sec." You say with a tired smile to assure his suddenly softening and concerned eyes.

"You're doing great baby, so perfect," he says, kissing you, which immediately makes you feel safe. Tightening the gag at your assurance, he leans down to lick a stripe from your tits to the spot behind your ear, making you flinch with sensitivity. Laughing, he grabs your waist to stop you from running.

Switching the vibrating device, he replaces it with his long fingers.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet." He breathes lightly rubbing his hand sideways and shifts his other hand from your waist to your head slowly. Your head falls back as his hand grazes your spine but soon gets yanked back to place by your ponytail in order to make sure you look him straight in the eye.

"I know you wanna cum all over my hands, baby, but have you been a good girl?" You nod almost too quickly at his question making him tsk in disappointment.

"Wow" he scoffs, "you really got some nerve, huh?" He snarls and slips two of his fingers inside you while unlocking the gag behind your head. You gasp as it falls off, and your head lols forward at the way his fingers felt inside you. Pulling your head back by your hair again, he says through his teeth,

"I am gonna ask you again, do you deserve to cum?" He grits his teeth while pulling his fingers out now palming your mound sloppily and slowly waiting for you to answer.

"I-I am sorry. Please-" he slaps your cunt making you gasp as soon as he hears your throaty plea.

"Yes or no!" He says now rubbing your folds with his palm slowly as you squirm with your mouth open in silent moan.

"No, no, oh shit, no!" You cry.

Parting your pussy lips with his index and ring finger he slowly flicks your clit making your body twitch with every movementhis finger does.

"Such a good slut, so obidient." He coos licking your earlobe and you shake in his hold. Pressing his fingers in again he groans at how wet and sloppy you are. Letting your hands fall free from the back he opens the knot and pushes you lightly on the bed.

You watch with hooded eyes as he takes his dick out of his trousers and then throws his shirt somewhere on the ground. Rubbing his length all over your pussy, he enters you.

You gasp, feeling him inside you, stretch burning your walls. Your tears fall out as your hands reach to hold him.

"F-fuuuuck so tight- ah shit"

"Oh thats it"

You both moan at the same time. You could feel every ridge his dick had, its head reaching spots that makes you see stars.

"Oh, you're soooo dick drunk, baby," he smiles, wiping away the drool at the corner of your lips, and you moan, eyes rolling back.

"Such a good girl, so pretty. Fucking gorgeous" he says giving sloppy kisses to your neck and collarbones. You gasp when he bites your nipple while almost picking you up from the mattress from how hard he presses your body closer to his.

"Squeezing me so good, baby" he breathes.

"H-hobi," you squirm out of sensitivity, so he pulls out and quickly maneuvers your legs on one side, sliding in once again. The angle makes you both feel each other in a better way, tighter and closer.

Thrusting in and out, he reaches to your hand, which tries to find something to hold, entwining your fingers with his. He holds it beside your head against the mattress, slightly twisting you.

While your other hand goes up in his hair, he kisses you with fervor, grunting in your mouth licking up all your whines. He groans at the way you squeeze him. He pushes in once again grinding and rolling his dick deeper inside you.

"Oh my god," you gasp, pulling on his hair.

"Take it, I know you can." He says, gritting his teeth and sloppily thrusting in and out of you, signaling his climax. You both grunt at how harsh his thrusts are, almost punishing with a bruising hold on your hips as the sound of your skin smacking fills the room.

"Go on baby, ah fuck- tell me, who do you belong to?" He says, holding your jaw with his fingers turning your face towards him.

"You," you gasp, his lips brushing on yours.

"Me who, doll?" He licks in your mouth but pulls back before you can suck on it.

"Hoseok." You breathe out heavily followed by a moan on a particularly sharp thrust.

"Again-" he moans biting your chin.

"H-Hoseok," you moan louder this time.

"Louder." He grunts

"Hos-ohh," he shifts back to spread your legs open once again. Fisting the sheets above your head, he thrusts in you faster.

"Louder!"

"Hoseok- fuck oh my god!" You scream and he groans kissing you.

"Fuck. Cum, doll"

Your back arches and you clamp around his cock making him give a hard thrust followed by thick white spurts released into you. You moan at how filled you feel.

Chests heaving you both try to catch your breath, body sweaty and sticky you both stay in the position for some seconds. Coming back from his high, he peppers your body with small kisses, making your eyes flutter at the warm satiated feeling.

Tiredness take over you and you feel yourself falling asleep. Hoseok tries to slip out of you but you lock your hands over his shoulders, whining sleepily and making him slip inside you once again.

He smiles at how clingy and cute you become post-sex. Kissing you once again, he hums deep in your ear,

"Sweetie, I gotta clean you up." tucking a hair lock behind your ear, he pats your side gently.

"5 more minutes." You mumble, hugging him again.

"Baby-"

"Please," you pull him in tighter and wrap your legs around him, gasping at the feeling of his dick inside you. He teasingly thrusts his softening dick inside you once again, making you whine and bury your head in his neck.

He chuckles giving in, "Fine. Brat."

Date: 18th february 2024

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chimsworldsstuff · 3 months

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BTS FANFICTIONS RECOMMANDATIONS PT.2

Min Yoongi

Hush | coworkers au series | by @alphabetboyluvr

Only yestarday | neighbours au series | by @borathae

Kintsugi | strangers to lovers AU | by @moni-logues

Mixtape | friends to lovers series | by @sailoryooons

Jung Hoseok

I fell first but he fell harder | dancing series AU | by @back2bluesidex

Park Jimin

Non sense | enemies to lovers series | by @muniimyg

Nectar | vampire AU series | roommates to lovers series | by @gimmethatagustd

The iron ring | fantasy AU series | by @sailoryooons

Caught in a lie | strangers to friends to lovers AU | by @jkeuphoriadreamland

Better | best friends to lovers series | by @jeonggukookies

Kim Taehyung

Please love me | friends with benefits AU series | by @muniimyg

I hate you, I love you | enemies to lovers AU series | by @borathae

Jeon Jungkook

Too young | single parent AU series | by @jeonggukookies

Dextrocardia | enemies to lovers series | by @jeonstudios

He doesn't deserve you | strangers to lovers series| by @ahgasegotarmy116

New girl | roommates to lovers series | by @jjkeverlast

Best friends..? | best friends to lovers drabble series | by @just4koo

Casual | idiots to lovers series | fuckboys and love triangle AU series | by @muniimyg

#bangtan #bangtan boys #bts #jimin #jungkook #namjoon fanfiction #bts smut #hoseok #taehyung #hobi #bts ff #bts ff recs #bts fanfction #bts fanfic

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 4 months

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"Peter didn't say anything to Miguel cause he was scared of Miguel after what he just saw him do."

umm what did he see

I mean yeah he saw Miguel bugging out but like..

Peter just saw Miles - a 15 year old - beat Miguel. I don't know

if he's still SO scared of Miguel in that moment doesn't that imply that Peter thinks he's weaker than Miles?

IS he weaker than Miles? Cause if that's the case-

But if he is more powerful than Miles then wouldn't he be able to beat Mig-

you know what girl I ain't even gonna let that thought be thunk lemme shut the hell up

#hmm #like Peter could attack Miguel from behind and he wouldn't see it coming 😭😭#he has no spidersense 😭😭 just jump him ffs #you know what nvm #let me not think about that #fuck Peter b all my Hobies hate Peter b (not a typo)#spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #miles morales #peter b parker #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #Peter b #Peter b hate post

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youmyjhope · 10 months

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plz make an audio of hoseok fucking slow plzZZZZ :'c im in need

i miss my baby so much :(

#hoseok smut #im so sad without him yall dont understand #hoseok x you #hoseok audio #bts smut #hoseok imagine #hobi best boy #bts x reader #bts ff

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acenolee · 11 months

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BTS Reaction To Hearing You Singing

Not a request but I've been thinking about writing something like this because I haven't been able to stop vibing to BTS's songs lately and someone walked in on me - 🤦🏽‍♀️

Seokjin

“Do you want to listen to music?” Seokjin asked as he passed you the cutting board, a knife, and some salt. “I have a playlist on my phone.”

The two of you had decided to go all out on cooking dinner tonight - for no particular reason - and Seokjin was starting to feel exhausted from the sheer amount of topics you could bring up in just under thirty minutes or so.

So now he was suggesting music in a hopes that it would get you to focus more on cooking rather than striking up a thousand different conversations.

You shook your head. “Not really.” But then you paused and glanced at your boyfriend, whose face was inscrutable. “Well if you really want to it’s fine.”

He shrugged indifferently. "Let's just focus on dinner."

Nodding, you brandished the carrots and set them on the cutting board, beginning to slice them up into 2-3 pieces. A relaxing silence fell over the both of you as you concentrated. However Seokjin's mind had wandered to his career as he watched you cut up the carrots, and he found himself subconsciously humming along to a few of his songs before he finally couldn't bear the silence any longer.

"How about I sing?" Jin eventually suggested.

You nearly dropped the knife in shock, jerking your head towards Seokjin whose eyes had taken a somewhat distant - almost wistful - look to them. You'd asked him to sing for you many times before, but he usually rejected it in fear of overusing his voice. But now that he was the one suggesting it, you couldn't hide your excitement.

"Really?"

"Really."

Seokjin smiled when you nodded eagerly and started to sing Life Goes On. "오늘도 비가 내릴 것 같아, 흠뻑 젖어버렸네, 아직도 멈추질 않아~"

Jin's enchanting voice floated through the kitchen and you closed your eyes briefly, taking a few minutes to appreciate his lovely vocals. And then you also joined in, singing along quietly. You'd never sung in front of him before - you were far to shy to do that - but when Seokjin sung it was like there was some irresistible instinct to join in as well.

"끝이 보이지 않아, 출구가 있긴 할까?" You hummed quietly, and Seokjin paused upon hearing you sing a few more verses with him, surprised at just how gorgeous your singing voice sounded. "발이 떼지질 않아, 않아, oh."

You looked at him in surprise upon realizing that he stopped singing and was watching you. "Why'd you stop?"

A huge grin spread across his face. "You didn't tell me that you could sing jagi. You sounded so beautiful."

Blushing, you turned your head away. "It was nothing."

"It was certainly something." Seokjin insisted, putting his elbow on the counter and tipping his head towards you. "You sounded like an angel~"

"Jinnie~" You whined. "Stop it, you know compliments make me shy."

"But it's true!" He said, coming over to kiss your head and brush the hair from your eyes. "A princess like you only deserves to hear the truth."

Giggling shyly, you shook your head and mumbled thank you. Seokjin was beaming - either because he enjoyed seeing you so flustered or because he was still gushing over your voice, you couldn't tell.

After a while, when you two had returned to cooking, Seokjin asked, "Why haven't you sung for me before?"

"I was too nervous." You answered.

"Aww you're just the cutest thing aren't you!" He poked your cheeks with the most affection smile ever, causing you to redden.

"You have to sing for me more often." He declared. "I need to hear your voice more often - it's like a serotonin boost."

"I don't know..."

He grabbed your hands and tugged you closer, pouting a bit. "Please jagi?"

You hesitated before nodding. "Alright."

Seokjin broke into the cutest smile ever and did a little celebratory dance. "We can sing DNA together - how does that sound?"

"Good." You said, but then he added with a playful - but mischievous smirk,

"You're doing the majority of the verses," Before you could protest, he brought his finger to your lips. "And I'm getting a video of you."

"Hey-"

Seokjin was already reaching for his phone. "C'mon you said you'd do it. How am I going to pass up on such an opportunity to hear you, beautiful?"

Yoongi

"Trust me jagi, you're going to do just fine." Yoongi reassured you, noticing just how nervous you'd become.

He'd finally convinced you too rap some of his lines in Daechwita. Yes, they were difficult but he knew that you were more than capable of rapping to his level - he'd come home on several occasions to overhearing you rap to either his songs or another artist's.

He didn't let it show but he was very excited that you'd agreed - he could hardly sit still in his chair. He'd wanted to ask you to rap for him much sooner but knowing just how shy you could be, he'd waited until you were more comfortable around him.

"Are you sure?" You asked nervously, biting your nails. Yoongi quickly grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your face so you would stop biting and nodded. "I'm sure princess, you can do it. Here, I'll even turn around if it helps. And I'll give you all the time you need."

"Okay."

Doing as he'd promised, Yoongi turned around and waited for you to begin rapping. Glancing up from the sheet he'd given you, you studied the back of his chair for a couple of seconds to make sure he wasn't peeking.

"대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타." You rapped the first couple of verses. Although Yoongi felt like he was going to explode with excitement upon hearing your voice, he remained silent. "대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타, 빛이 나 빛이 나 내 왕관이 빛이 나, 잊지 마 잊지 마 지난 날을 잊지 마."

He hummed along quietly and pulled out his phone to record you. Of course he wouldn't tell you but he was definitely going to send this to Bangtan. He would keep it on repeat when you weren't in the house with him and would listen to it on tour whenever he was missing you or felt anxious.

As you continued rapping, you began to feel more and more confident, and as you entered the last few verses, you could practically feel Yoongi's pride floating around the studio. "I'm a king, I'm a boss, 다 알잖아 내 이름, 입만 산 새끼들, 당장 놈의 목을 쳐."

"대취타 대취타 자 울려라 대취타." You finished with a small pant and looked up as you heard some shuffling. Yoongi stopped recording and spun around, his eyes glowing with pride. “Was it okay?”

“It was wonderful jagi.” Yoongi said, his adorable gummy smile on full display. “You’ve gotten do this for me more often.”

You nodded sheepishly. “Okay.”

Yoongi brightened and beckoned you over. When you complied, he pulled you into his lap and smiled at you, ruffling your hair a bit and chuckling. The two of you didn’t need words to communicate - it was already clear what was being said.

“Will you do a duet with me?” He suddenly asked, surprising you.

“W-with you?” You stammered, and Yoongi nodded in confirmation. “I-I don’t know…”

Yoongi pouted. “Pleaseee?” He drawled out.

Yoongi wasn’t really one to beg, but he so wanted to do a rap duet with you that he was willing to do just about anything.

“Okay fine.” You eventually agreed, much to your boyfriend’s excitement.

The next few hours were spent with Yoongi getting you more comfortable singing and rapping around him. And when you finally didn’t feel shy anymore and you’d practiced with him, he was all up in your face getting lots of videos of you rapping, much to your horror.

“Don’t hide from the camera jagi~”

“You never told me you were going to record me!”

Yoongi sighed and shook his head.“Tsk, you really should’ve anticipated this baby.”

Hoseok

“아 지금 바로 딱 갈게요, 제발 집엔 보내지 마세요~”

Hoseok practically leaped out of bed upon hearing your voice float in from the living room. He was both shocked and delighted as he scrambled to a halt in the hallway that led to the living room, slapping a hand over his mouth with a wide smile sprewding across his face as your voice rang clearly throughout the apartment.

You were busy doing some spring cleaning, subconsciously singing Run BTS as you worked. As you turned around to reach for another rag, you trailed off in surprise upon seeing Hobi standing in the hallway watching you with the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

He looked so cute like that; and you fought the urge to run over and start to tease him about it.

“Hi Hobi.” You said, letting the rag drop to the ground. “What’s up?”

Hobi stared for a couple more seconds before he finally looked down, seeming suddenly very shy.

“I’ve never heard you sing before.” Hobi replied quietly, looking up to meet your gaze with sparkling eyes. “You should’ve told me what a pretty voice you have. And you were signing one of our songs-you sounded amazing jagi.”

You smiled and walked over, wrapping him in a hug as he opened his arms and buried your face into the crook of his neck. Partly to hide your own embarrassment but also because he just looked so damn adorable - it was hard not to want to hug him and smother him in kisses.

“Thanks baby~”

The two of you stood in the living room for a while, wrapped up in each others arms and just taking a moment to appreciate each other. Hobi closed his eyes, and ran his fingers through your hair, thinking about taking a video of you singing to send to Bangtan so he could brag to them about his baby being able to sing.

“Will you continue?” Hobi eventually asked, desperate to hear more of your angelic voice. When you said maybe later because you wanted to finish up cleaning, he practically got on the floor and pleaded with you, promising to sing with you. “Please please Y/N? Your voice is so beautiful I want to hear more of it!”

You giggled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and proceeded to start offering up a list of more things he’d do in order to get you to sing for him. “Okay okay! Calm down love, you don’t need to do anything but just let me sing and finish cleaning, hmm?”

And Hobi’s entire face lit up and he eagerly nodded. “Yes yes, whatever you want.”

Laughing, you then picked up the rag you dropped and asked Hobi for a beat, and then began to sing. The entire time Hobi’s was a ball of joy, squealing with joy whenever you covered his lines and clapping frantically and showering you with compliments at the end of each song. And you better believe he got the video of you and sent it straight to Bangtan, taking every opportunity to prove to the members how amazing your vocal skills were.

Namjoon

“Jooniee.” You whined, wrapping your arms around the stubborn Namjoon who wouldn’t budge from his chair and tried to physically hoist him him out of the seat to no avail. “C’mon take a break - you’re going to overwork yourself.”

Namjoon let out an exasperated breath and pushed you away lightly, trying to concentrate on what he’d been working on. Although he wouldn’t admit it, he found your whining to be very adorable and incredibly infuriating - it tore at his heart to ignore your precious pleading.

“I’ll take a break in ten minutes.” He promised, taking his gaze off the computer screen for just a moment to look into your eyes.

“That’s what you’ve been saying for the past twenty.” You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

He sighed softly. “I know jagi but I have to work on this. It’s important. I’ll be in the living in just a few - alright? And then we can cuddle and do whatever you want.”

Dissatisfied, you turned and left his office without saying anything, the disappointment evident on your face. Namjoon felt incredibly guilty as he turned to work on the track, trying to push your pouty face from his mind.

But so god help him - it was nearly impossible.

“Aish, Y/N’s going to be the death of me.” Namjoon muttered to himself.

As the moments ticked by and Namjoon began more and more engrossed in his project, his stress rose and so did your longing for him. You paced the kitchen and made yourself a small breakfast sandwich that tasted bland.

And then an idea came to your mind as soon as you curled up in your bed to try and take a nap.

“Namjoon?” You called, darting into his studio with a brilliant smile on your face.

Namjoon turned and tried to hide his irritation. The stews was getting to him and he really didn’t need any distractions right now.

“What?”

You walked over and laced your fingers with his, much to his confusion, and pulled him out of the seat. He tried to pry your fingers loose but you were using so much strength that it was incredibly difficult.

“C’mon dance with me.” You giggled, spinning him round.

“Y/N-”

“손가락질 해!” You sang whilst doing a funny little dance. Namjoon’s eyes widened as he recognized his own song - Idol - and a smile broke out on his face. “I know you wanna sing too.” You teased, continuing to do your funny dance. Namjoon shook his head and smiled, content to just watch you. “나는 전혀 신경 쓰지 않네.”

And then you did the strangest - perhaps the most startling - dance he’d ever seen and sang in such a high pitch that your voice cracked.

”Wait stop!” He said, breaking into a huge belly laugh as you continued to do your dance around him and singing the lyrics to idol. “I-I can’t breathe Y/N!”

Chuckling, you replied, “Don’t wanna Joon~”

“지화자 좋다~”

Namjoon completely fell over and laughed until his face was red and his laughter almost fell silent. You were the funniest thing, really, and you always knew just how to get him to laugh. He was a complete mess, sprawled on the floor with tears clinging to his eyelashes and begging you to stop singing. It was utterly hilarious to him, what you were doing to get him to stop working.

As you entered the final chorus, he broke down into another fit of laughter, actually thinking that he was going to pass out from laughing so loud. When you stopped, he was too out of breath to say anything, and you were also feeling quite exhausted.

“You know.” You hummed, leaning down and placing your hands on his shoulders. “I could sing DNA or Blood Sweat & Tears.” His eyes widened and he shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. “If you won’t take a break then I will start singing again, cutie. It made you laugh so much and you seem so much happier so you must enjoy it~”

Namjoon flushed and he grabbed your hands, tears of mirth trickling down his face. “P-please don’t baby, I’ll take a break - I swear.”

You smirked and let him pull you into his arms, helping him calm down. “Good.” And then you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You worked hard today, I’m so proud.”

He relaxed against you and let out a small exhale, nestling into your chest. “Thanks baby. For the compliment and for cheering me up.”

“Of course Joonie.”

After a while, Namjoon looked up at you and said, “I really need to hear you singing in a normal pitch though.”

You smiled. “We’ll see.”

Jimin

Jimin opened the door to the apartment he shared with you and sighed, exhausted after a day of intense dance practice to perfect some of the choreography he struggled with for Like Crazy. All he wanted to do was lie down, go to sleep, and cuddle with you.

After setting his bags down and taking off his shoes, Jimin was ready to go change into some comfy pajamas when suddenly the sound of your voice came in from the bathroom, making him pause to listen. It sounded like you were singing - to Like Crazy.

“Y/N?”

“Hi Jimin!” You called when you heard him. “I’ll be right out in second and we can talk about your day if your not to tired.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t mention overhearing you singing, hoping that you would start again, but much to his disappointment you remained silently, probably already flustered at having been caught singing.

Jimin, however, was determined to hear your voice again.

He quickly changed into plaid pajamas and made it sound like he’d left the room, but really he was hanging by the door in case you started to sing again. And sure enough, after a while you began to sing again.

“아침도 취해서 오지 않게. 시끄러운 음악 속에 희미해진 나.”

He was more than surprised to hear you singing, and be it that it’s his song, nonetheless. But accompanied by the surprise he felt pride and excitement.

When you came out of the bathroom after a few more minutes, you were surprised to see Jimin waiting for you, and paused in the doorway.

“Jiminie?”

“Hi jagi.” Jimin said, rushing over and wrapping you up in an embrace. He pressed a kiss to your head, surprising you.

“Hi Jimin.” You said, letting him pepper you with kisses before asking, “Everything okay?”

“Yep.” He reassured you, burying his head in your hair. “I just missed you.”

“You saw me just this morning baby.”

“I know but it’s felt like so long jagi.” Jimin pulled away and physically lifted you off the ground, carrying you to the bed. “Let’s go cuddle.”

“Aren’t you hungry though?” You asked as he set you down and put his head in your lap.

“Nope.”

“How was your day?”

You were still trying to figure out why Jimin was acting so clingy all the sudden. He was usually very shy when it came to cuddles or anything of the sort. You so rarely saw him like this unless he was sad, but he didn’t particularly seem to be the case here.

“Better now that I get to hang out with you~”

“Hmm.” You mused, pulling him closer. You waited awhile before beginning saying, “If anything-”

“Shh.” He hushed, pulling a finger to your lips and looking up at you with the cutest face ever. “Just let me cuddle with you, okay?”

You frowned but didn’t push any further. “If you say so.”

Jimin let his eyes close as you ran your fingers through his hair, letting the sensation lull him into a relaxed state. You massaged his legs, arms, and shoulders, feeling a bit better as he released the tension in his muscles.

Half asleep, he mumbled, “Were you singing earlier?”

Surprised, you glanced down at him to make sure he wasn’t sleep talking - you’d thought he’d already fallen asleep - and said, “Yeah. I was singing Like Crazy.”

Jimin made a little humming sound and smiled. “I heard you. You sounded so good jagi~”

“Aw thank you.” You said with a giggle, kissing his forehead.

Jimin yawned and snuggled against you. “Show me more about it in the morning?”

“Alright.”

“Night jagi, love you~”

“Love you too~”

Taehyung

“I just can’t get it jagi.” Taehyung said, letting out an exasperated sigh and slouching back in his chair. “I’m trying - I really am. I just can’t do it.”

And then he broke into tears.

Immediately you leapt out of your chair - dropping both your phone and the sheet music - and wrapped your arms around Taehyung, heart shattering upon seeing his tears.

“It’s okay sweetie.” You comforted him, rubbing circles into his back. “You’re trying, that’s all that matters. Do you want some water? Or a blanket?”

Taehyung shook his head, tugging you closer and falling into your embrace as he sobbed. “I-I just w-want you to s-stay here.”

“Of course Tae.” You said, running your fingers through his hair to soothe you. “I’m not going anyway.”

He never wanted you to see him like this, and he felt more than embarrassed upon breaking down in front of you.

After his sobbing continued for a while without pause, you began to worry. Knowing that Taehyung would be under a lot of stress due to the upcoming comeback, you’d made it your mission to try and keep everything in the house running smoothly and offer to do whatever he needed. Whether it be cuddles, some cheer up time, showering him in compliments, or running to the grocery store, you always tried your best to do whatever was asked of you.

But now you started to wonder if you hadn’t done nearly enough.

“Taehyung baby please talk to me.” You begged, tipping his head up so he would look at you. “I’m here for you. Whatever you’re feeling right now you’d don’t have go through alone.”

Taehyung turned his head away, sniffling. “I-It’s nothing jagi. I’m just tired.”

“Baby I can see it’s more than that. You can tell me anything.”

“I can’t hit this one note,” Taehyung explained tearfully, accepting the tissue you offered and blowing his nose. “I normally would be able to. It’s in my range so I don’t know why.”

“But Tae that’s not a reason to beat yourself up.” You told him, frowning. Taehyung didn’t seem convinced so you leaned forward and brushed the hair from his eyes, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Maybe your voice needs a rest.”

He shook his head. “We’re supposed to be shooting the scenes for the music video next week - and we can’t do that without a recording. Y/N I don’t want to be the reason why we fall behind schedule.” Taehyung’s lip began to tremble. “N-Namjoon hyung tried to help me but none of his tips were useful. You should’ve seen his face Y/N, he looked so disappointed. I’m going to drag everyone behind and slow down production.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks and he began crying again.

“Tae your health should be prioritized above all else.” You stated firmly, rubbing circles into his back and patting his knee. “If you need time to work on your vocals to make sure you can hit this note, then you should be given the time to be able to do that. You’re not dragging behind anyone, trust me, and if anyone gives you a hard time about it then they’ll have to go through me. Believe me when I say I can become Bang PD’s worst nightmare if he so much as asks why. And the same message is extended to Bangtan if they give you trouble about it.”

Taehyung looked up with a wobbly smile, wiping away some of his tears. “Thank you jagi, you always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“Of course.” You said, nuzzling into his chest. “I’d do anything for you.”

Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder and asked a little sheepishly. “Will you sing for me? It’ll make me feel ten times better.”

You looked in surprise. “Sing? This came out of nowhere.”

“I know but I’ve been meaning to ask you. I think I heard you singing along to Bixby one time and it made me so happy. Do it for me now?”

Taehyung peppered you in kisses and kept asking even after when you declined, stating that your singing voice wasn’t the best. He just wanted to hear it regardless.

You sighed and relented. “Alright alright. If it’ll make you feel better.” Taehyung beamed and nodded eagerly. “It will.”

With a small grunt, you began singing the chorus of Anpanman. “계속 돌려 돌려 나의 Anpan. Keep ballin', ballin', still 방탄.” You covered two more verses before stopping and looking down at Taehyung. “How was that?”

Taehyung immediately started to applaud, a smile stretching across his face and looking much happier. “You were great jagi! Why don’t we sing together?”

You raised your eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you rest your voice though…?”

Taehyung pouted. “Please jagi? I’ll be careful.”

“Fine.”

Taehyung beamed and asked, “Ready?” To which you replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

And the two of you began from the beginning of Anpanman. You had to admit that it was much more fun than you’d anticipated. Even when your voice cracked and Taehyung giggled a bit, it was still worth it to see him smiling brightly at you.

“You were amazing jagi.” Taehyung said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and burying his face in your neck. “Thanks for cheering me up.”

“Anytime, tiger.”

Jungkook

“Kookie!” You called as he pushed his way into the bedroom, running over and wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. Jungkook nearly fell over, caught off guard. He was used to your high energy levels but none of this sort. Wrapping his arms around your lower body so you wouldn’t fall, Jungkook asked, “What’s up?”

“Can you help me with something?”

Chuckling while ruffling your hair, Jungkook said, “Sure baby what is it?”

Excited, you hurried to explain, “I’m trying to learn the choreography for Fire and I’m struggling with a particular part, can you teach me?”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow, slightly impressed that you were trying to learn the choreography but not surprised, and nodded. With a squeal of excitement you untangled yourself from him and went to show him what you were struggling with.

“Ah,” Jungkook said once you showed him. “That’s a hard one. Here, let me show you.”

Soon your boyfriend was demonstrating the choreography, offering tips on how to execute it better once you tried to copy him.

It was no secret that Jungkook absolutely loved when you asked him for help trying to learn choreography - it was one of his favorite actives to do with you and served as a huge destresser knowing that he didn’t have to be 100% perfect in front of you.

“You’re doing great jagi~” Jungkook complimented when you danced to the pre-chorus, giggling when you beamed at him.

“Thanks.” You said, almost out of breath. “C’mon join me Kookie!”

Jungkook extended his hands and you took them, pulling you up from the bed and starting to dance with you.

“Jagi you’re like an overexcited child.” Jungkook chuckled.

You’d become distracted midway through the song and had started to dance around in a hilarious way, punching your fists into the air and hopping up and down.

You laughed with him. “Can’t help it Kookie!” And then you proceeded to yell out some gibberish, making Jungkook laugh even harder.

After getting you to focus on the Fire choreography again, you and Jungkook finished and practically fell into each others arms.

“Good job jagi.” Jungkook gave you his bunny smile and you giggled in response, leaning into him as he steadied you.

“Thanks bun.” You murmured.

Noticing how tired you were, Jungkook picked you up and set you down on the bed, and you crawled over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your head in his chest.

Jungkook was going to snuggle for longer, ready to just relax and let you pamper him, but then something occurred to him.

“Wait jagi, are you going to put on one of your funny shows tonight?”

“Oh yeah.” You piped up, suddenly becoming reenergized. “I’ve been preparing for the acappella version! And they’re not funny - they’re the most serious thing ever!”

Jungkook laughed. “You’re the most unserious person I’ve ever met, jagi.”

“Heyyy.” You whined, playfully swatting at his hands and initiating a mock play fight with him. “That’s not true!”

“It is too!” Jungkook insisted, letting you pin him to the bed before wrapping his arms around your torso and gently tickling you until you let go. “And what’s all this about acappella I hear, hmm?”

“I’m going to sing for you!”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm!”

“Well now you’ve really got my attention.”

Jungkook was more than curious to hear your singing voice. You always had some trick up your sleeve - some cheeky prank or a hidden talent, typically the latter. And he had not a doubt in his mind that you would be a wonderful singer.

“Baby, baby.” He said, excited, lifting you into his lap and placing his hands on your torso.

“Hm?”

“Will you give me a preview? I want to hear you sing.”

“How could I say no?” You were literally beaming at the simple request, and Jungkook’s heart fluttered at just how cute you were. “Ready? One, two, three. 다 만신창이로 취했어, 취했어. 막 욕해 길에서, 길에서.”

Jungkook almost shoved you off his lap upon hearing your voice and immediately joined in, bunny smile on full display. “나 맛이 갔지, 미친놈 같지. 다 엉망진창 livin' like 삐이.”

The two of you continued to sing together for almost the entire night. Jungkook even convinced you to record of video of you two singing. By the time you two were finished, it was almost past night and the both of you were properly worn out.

“You should’ve told me you could sing.” Jungkook eventually said, lifting your chin so you would look at him. “You sounded so beautiful. I would’ve joined your little performances in a heartbeat.”

“I was just waiting for the right time,” You murmured sleepily into his ear. “And I was a little nervous as well.”

“Aww jagi,” Jungkook cooed, engulfing you in an embrace and pressing a couple of kisses to your head. “You don’t ever have to be shy about anything around me, okay?”

You nodded sheepishly. “Okay Kookie.”

“Good.” Kook pressed another kiss to your forehead and pulled you close. You closed your eyes and soon fell asleep in his arms. “Good night princess~”

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vaguelyvoid · 1 year

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Needy | jhs

Pairing: Hoseok x fem reader

Genre: smut, established relationship, non-idol au

Rated: 18+

Summary: During a long day at work, all you can think about is Hoseok, but when you get home, he seems to be too engrossed in his game than he is with you, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Warnings: explicit language, descriptive sex, dom hoseok, sub reader, dirty talk, masturbation, thigh riding, light choking, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation, shirt used as a mouth gag, praise, degradation, unprotected sex (don’t be like them), multiple orgasms, cum eating

Word Count: 2.3k

Sitting in your office chair, all you could think about was when the day was gonna be over. Your mind kept wandering to your boyfriend, Hoseok, who you so desperately wanted right now. You know this is NOT the time and place but all that was going through your head was the view of his face over yours, scrunched up in pleasure, a replay of last night’s escapade.

“Y/n!”

You snap your head up at your boss, looking right at you.

“You need to finish that document before you leave today” says Mr. Choi.

“Yes, I’m almost done with it.” You squeeze your thighs together under the desk and release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Ugh, just a couple more hours and the day’s over.

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Arriving at your apartment, it was unusually quiet. The living room was empty, and Hoseok wasn’t to be seen.

You wandered into the bedroom and see Hoseok playing a shooting game on his pc, facing away from you with headphones on. He normally doesn’t play games very often but when he does, he can play for hours at a time.

“Hobi!” You exclaim as you make yourself visible to him, standing next to his chair.

He glances at your eyes quickly and smiles briefly.

“Hey babe, just give me one second- let me finish this match.” he replies. Your heart slightly drops from his flatness. You waited all day with nothing but him on your mind, but he seems to find the game more important.

“Oh ok” you say softly and walk away, Hoseok’s eyes never leaving the screen.

Sitting on the bed, you try and make yourself busy with your phone as you wait for him, but you have been scrolling on Instagram for over ten minutes when you get a little impatient.

“…Hobiii!” You whine, but all you get is a groan and a view of the back of his head as he smashes the keyboard.

You are so tired from work, and you feel really needy right now. Frustrated with his ignorance, you peel your pants off and scoot to the top of the bed, leaning against the pillows.

You know this is kind of pathetic, but he isn’t paying attention to you, and you need this right now. Trailing your fingers down your stomach, you tickle your skin and goosebumps form on your legs. Dipping your hand into your panties, your fingers slide through the slick of your folds.

Your inhale sharply as you circle your clit with two fingers and your other hand grabs your breast from under your shirt.

You look over at Hobi and he’s still engrossed in his game. A little growl escapes your mouth as you close your eyes and quicken your fingers against your heat but it’s not enough.

Your hips move in circles with your fingers and little breathless moans leave your lips. Your other hand pinching your nipple and you gasp. A little too loud because Hoseok hears it and sees the reflection of you in his screen. His head whips around at the sight of you, sprawled out on the bed, hand in your panties, mouth open and eyes screwed shut, fucking yourself on the bed.

“Hey!” He yells as he pulls the headphones off his head and your eyes snap open, shutting your legs and pulling your hand to your chest- your orgasm ripped from you.

His eyes soften at your scared expression, and he smirks to himself, “My baby couldn’t wait for me?”

He walks over to the bed and grabs your hand that was pulled to your chest, wrapping his mouth around your two digits, and swirling his tongue around them, tasting your arousal. Your stomach flips at the sight and his eyes meet yours as he moans at the taste.

“So fucking sweet.” He says and you bite your lip. “Hm... taste.” And he leans down to capture your lips with his, tongue pushing into your mouth as you taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulls away and chuckles at your blown out pupils and surprised expression.

“You could have told me you wanted to fuck, babe.” He gives you a cheeky grin and you roll your eyes.

“I didn’t wanna bother you...” You start, but he leans down and presses his lips to your neck, feathering kisses down to your collarbone.

“You should have.” he replies, and his mouth opens to swirl his tongue over your skin. Your hands immediately find their way into his hair and tug him back to your lips, hungrily kissing them.

Hoseok always knew what to do to make you putty in his hands. His hands caressed the side of your face as he kissed you and his thigh made its way in between your legs to press onto your core, rubbing the thin material of your panties against your wetness.

You grab onto his arm, needing to hold something and your hips start to grind against his thigh; sweet little moans leaving your mouth.

“It’s not enough Hobe...” you whine, and he groans into your mouth.

“Nothing’s enough for you, huh?” he questions, and you whine, shamelessly grinding into his thigh. It felt too good to stop.

“Is there a reason you’re so worked up baby?” He smirks and stares into your eyes as you try to keep yours open.

“You have no idea; I was wet all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about you” At this, he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip and presses his thigh harder against your cunt.

A high-pitched moan escapes your mouth and he brushes your hair out of your face. You looked so beautiful like this- a whimpering mess underneath him and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

You grab his face with both hands and pull him into another deep kiss, exploring his mouth and muffling your moans with his mouth which he gladly swallows.

“It’s so good Hobe.” His hand finds its way around your neck and lightly squeezes briefly.

“Then cum.” He says and it all hits you too fast. Pleasure shoots through your body and Hoseok’s name leaves your lips in little echoes. Your head hits the pillow and Hoseok dips his head down to suck on your collarbone as you come down from your high.

“I’m not even close to done with you baby.” And you smile at him, reaching down to cup his length over his joggers- already hard. He intakes a sharp breath as you palm him over the fabric. It takes everything in him to take your hand off of him, but he does.

“I wanna see how wet you are for me.” His body slides down the bed, so your crotch is right in front of his face. The large wet spot over your panties is hard to miss, even some arousal leaking down your thighs and Hoseok looks up at you with an erotic glint in his eyes.

He brings his tongue out to lick against your clothed pussy and you shudder, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. You take deep breaths to calm yourself down, the fact he can make you feel this good without taking your panties off is insane. But that thought is short-lived because Hoseok pulls the fabric to the side and buries his face into your core.

Your legs try to close around his head, but he doesn’t let that happen, holding your thighs open.

“Oh my god, Hoseok.” Your eyes roll back into your head and both of your hands grab your breasts under your shirt.

He looks up at you, mouth attached to your clit as he sucks, and the sight is so fucking hot but your eyes screw shut from the intensity of it all. His fingers circle your entrance and enter slowly.

You gasp and you plead with him, “I can’t cum again, I need you inside me.”

He detaches his mouth from you but continues brushing inside your walls with his fingers. His lips puffy and wet from your arousal, he kisses the inside of your thigh, “You can, and you will babe. I wanna see you lose yourself tonight.” An embarrassing cry leaves your mouth, and he returns his tongue to your clit, flicking at a fast pace.

Your hips buck into his face and a hand goes into his hair to hold him against you. Your orgasm rips through you but you don’t make a sound, just shaking underneath his tongue and clenching down on his fingers.

Hoseok pulls away and breathes deeply. “Nothing beats the way you look when you cum, Y/n. So fucking beautiful.” You already feel spent but if the night ends without him inside of you, you might die.

Hoseok pulls his shirt over his head and your eyes rake down his toned chest. All the years of dancing paid off with his body, every muscle slightly defined and tanned to perfection.

Despite feeling tired, you bring yourself to your knees and Hoseok kneels on the bed in front of you.

“Take me out.” He says, and you lick your lips before taking him out of his joggers. He really was perfect. His cock hard and leaking pre-cum. Your mouth instinctively drools in front of him, and you give him a kiss on the tip while looking up at him through your lashes. You give him a couple more kisses around the top of his dick while you grip the bottom.

“Stop teasing babe.” He breathes out and you chuckle.

“You’re always so impatient.” But you take him into your mouth, sucking at the tip. Hoseok groans and you moan around his length, the vibrations adding more stimulation for him.

His hands collect your hair and hold it into a makeshift ponytail. You pull away and spit on his dick, using your hand to smear the wetness all down his length before taking him in your mouth again.

“Fuck baby, you’re so good.” The praise sends butterflies to your lower stomach, and you take him deeper into your mouth. The urge to gag comes and you pull away before you can, inhaling deeply and eyes watering, mouth swollen.

You continue stroking him, cock right next to your face as you look up at him, “You like me like that?” You smile up at him and his eyes widen before pushing his tongue into his cheek.

“You sexy little thing, get up here.” He takes your chin in between his fingers to pull you up to his mouth, kissing you deeply. Your arms latch around his neck and his hands circle your waist, groping your asscheeks in between kisses.

“I need you now.” You whisper into his mouth, and he smirks, pushing you back against the pillows. He takes off his pants and boxers fully, and you take off your underwear. He grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, no bra on underneath. He wraps the shirt into a rope, “Open” he commands, and you open your mouth. He places the shirt in your mouth like a gag and you lean back against the pillows. His hand trails down your body, pinching a nipple on the way down and wrapping his hand around his dick, tugging it a few times before pushing it into you.

The stretch fills you deliciously and your moan is muffled by the shirt. Hoseok pulls out almost all the way, keeping the tip in, before filling you right back up again. Slowly, he keeps repeating this motion and his cock fits perfectly in your pussy, hitting all the right spots.

“You’re always so fucking tight, gonna make me cum already.” He continues his thrusts and your eyes water from the pleasure, trying to reach onto him with your hands. He sees this gesture and leans down close to your face, removing the shirt from your mouth and your arms wrap around his back.

“You feel so good, Hobe.” And you nip at his ear. He moans into your neck, and you run your hands through his hair.

“No one else can make you cum like I can huh?” He questions and you feel yourself getting even wetter from his words.

“Only you.” You breathe out and he captures your lips with his, increasing the speeds of his thrusts. Your hand goes down to your clit and circle your fingers around it.

Hoseok chuckles again, “You always need more... such a little slut.” He removes your hand and replaces it with his, stimulating your clit with his fingers while fucking into you relentlessly. The pressure builds in your lower stomach and high-pitched moans leave your mouth again, Hoseok’s sign that you’re about to cum.

“Cum on my cock baby.” He orders and you lose yourself in the pleasure of his body and words, shaking underneath him and clenching around him repeatedly.

“Fuck Y/n, you’re so hot.” Hoseok chases his orgasm, and you breathe deeply, letting him use you. You whimper and bring your hands behind your head, elbows against your head, the tingles of your orgasm still moving through you.

Hoseok growls and pulls out of you, tugging his tip a couple of times before he releases ropes of cum onto your stomach and between your breasts. You loved watching him cum, eyebrows furrowed, almost pained expression adorned his face, and sweat dripping from his temples.

Hoseok opens his eyes and meets yours with a lazy grin. His hand rubs one of your thighs, looking down at you with adoration in his eyes.

“I love you so fucking much, Y/n.”

“I love you too.” You smile and trail your fingers down your torso to collect a little bit of his cum and wrapping your mouth around your fingers.

“Fuck, don’t do that.” He pulls your fingers out of your mouth and you laugh.

“Why?” He smiles at you.

“Because I’m gonna have to fuck you all over again.”

A/N: This is my first drabble ever written! If you like, please heart the fic or comment, I would love to see some feedback! It will motivate me to write more if people like it! 🫶

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lachimolala22019 · 11 months

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Heart full of love

Chapter 1

After losing a beloved person to a war of greed and money.

She never thought a business trip to a small village would lead her to her fate.

She never thought the heart that was once empty will be filled with so much love and adoration for these seven men who she would do anything for.

For first time after the incident her heart was full of love.

They were her family and she will burn anyone who dares to harm them.

Pairing: Hybrid!BTS X Hybrid!reader

Genre: poly, hybrid, mates

Warning: mistreatment.

Masterlist

The loud sound of a metal pipe hitting the iron door made me wake up with a jolt. With my ears pressed to my head, and dilated eyes I look at the door of my room in fright.

I came back to my senses after hearing Marine yelling for us to wake up. It was already seven in the morning, but there was no sunlight coming from the cracked windows. The sky was still covered in thick clouds.

I got up from the cold floor rubbing my eyes to start my daily schedule.

Luckily there was no water on the floor near me through the dripping roof. I would have had to work with damp clothes if my clothes got wet.

The walls however were soaked in water and the mold had gotten worse. There was a strange smell all over the room.

I decided to ignore it as I was already used to it and went out to wash up before I had to get to work. There were around 20 hybrids in the faculty the work was divided between them. I and 6 other hybrids were in charge of cleaning the building.

Walking towards the bathrooms there was a queue of hybrids, I spotted Nate in the line and went toward her.

Nate was a rabbit hybrid who was in charge of cleaning the building with me. Nate came into the faculty a year before me but she was the same age as me.

She was the closest thing to a friend I ever had.

When I came, Nate was the person that was assigned to me to tell me about my work in the faculty. Unlike others, she didn't look at me as if I was her enemy.

Standing behind her, I smiled at her as she faced me. She had a sad pout on her face almost as if she was about to cry.

"What happened Nate?" I asked holding her cold hand in mine.

"The building is a mess because of the rain and thunderstorm, it is going to take us so much time to clean today."

I finally noticed the floors which had a few small tree branches, leaf and mud lying on it. If this was the condition of the bathroom I couldn't imagine what the hallways and canteen look like as they were fully opened.

The fact that the building was near a forest didn't help us at all.

"If we can't clean the building before lunchtime we won't be able to eat," Nate says as she moves forward in line.

"I know, but we can't do anything other than hope that we finish cleaning on time. There are still 6 hours before lunch.", I tell her as we move forward since it was now our turn to use the bathrooms.

There were 4 bathroom in total 2 were used by the girls and the other two by the boys.

After cleaning up and wearing our clothes again we went to the storage room where the cleaning supplies were kept. The other 5 hybrids already picked up their cleaning supplies and went to work.

Nate and I were in charge of the 2nd floor along with James an otter hybrid.

He never talked to us choosing to ignore us and doing his part of the cleaning silently. I didn't know how old he was but seeing his height I could tell he was at least a few years older than us.

Without wasting any further time we quickly picked up our supplies and went to the second floor with the help of stairs.

James was already there picking up the broken branches and shards of a broken glass window.

We spent the whole morning cleaning the 2nd floor. James had already left as soon as the cleaning was done. There was no call for lunch, so we knew we still had some time before we had to go.

I went toward the open window and looked at the small garden, there were some wild plants and weeds with overgrown grass. A small gust of wind blew making my hair blow back, as I closed my eyes to feel the cool air. The scent of wet soil was calming my mind.

I looked back as I felt someone tap my back.

"Y/n it's time for lunch, let's go." Nate said with a tired smile feeling hungry after all the cleaning.

I just nod and followed her, there was a strange ache in my chest and my head felt a bit heavy.

We went to the canteen to have our fill and sat at our usual table. The food was bland the bread was stale, but it was good enough to eat. We also didn't care enough about it as long as we were getting something to fill our stomachs and keep us alive.

Nate and I spent some of our time talking about the adventure we had done when we were roaming the streets, and playing some games I once saw the children in the playground playing.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful I went back to my room as the headache was getting worse and worse. Laying down on the room floor I closed my eyes from exhaustion.

I woke up with a sour throat and pounding in my head. I had no idea what time it was but looking at the dark room and silent hallway it must be nighttime.

My throat was hurting badly I wanted water. I got up from the floor and went to get water from the water jug that was placed at the front desk.

The sound of strong wind was the only thing to be heard in the building.

"It looks like it's going to rain again," I said moving forward in the pitch-black hallway. If it was not for my hybrid eyes I would have tripped on something.

As I reached the front desk I picked up the jug of water and drank some before putting it down.

The sleep had already left me so I decided to go to the garden to take my mind off my throbbing head. I went to a silent corner in the garden and sat on the damp grass which hasn't dried fully yet.

Looking at the sky covered in dark clouds I thought of nothing and decided to close my eyes and fall back on the ground below me trying to relax.

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#hybrid au #hybrid bts #hybrid reader #reader x bts #bts x bts #yoongi x reader #bts ot7 #bts ff #jimin x reader #jin x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #hobi x reader #mates #ot7 x reader #ot7 x yn #bangtan ot7

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emerald-notes · 1 year

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Noona! Please! Help! - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 1.3K Words Warning: Mention of other idols such as Lisa and Ryujin, tearing down clothes, breakdown, crying etc. Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Not Really the Best Dancer:

06:45 a.m. 1st September, 2015

I still have more than an hour before Hobi’s aka Hoseok’s dance starts. So, I decided to take a shower and apply some light makeup that would suit all the occasions I am to participate in. I had taken a day off work today. Because, I’m about to meet my seven little brothers, that too, at different times in one single day.

I make a mental note of my schedule and get out of my house (Sorry, it’s actually my granma's house) 10 minutes prior to Hobi’s dance. He is going to participate in the finale of the dance competition he had been practicing for for the last three years. Though a little nervous, I’m pretty positive he is going to win. I mean, why not? He’s the best dancer I have ever seen.

“Come here!” Hobi waves his hand while talking to me on the phone. I go straight to him pushing the crowd ahead of me.

“You should have hurried, Noona!” Hobi says with a pout, “I have to go change. The show’s starting.”

“Alright!” I tell him, “Go on, then. I’ll be cheering you on from the crowd. Are you nervous?”

“Nah!” Hobi dismisses the question with a slight wave of his hand and by putting a bright smile on his face, “Why would I be? I’ve got you.”

I take his hands in mine, clearly noticing the sweaty palms, “Fighting!”

“Fighting!” with a little shake of the hands he disappears inside the dressing room.

Lisa starts her performance with a loud applause from the crowd. I had watched some of the previous dance performances of others in the videos Hoseok brought home for me to see. But I don’t remember watching any of her. Watching her perform live in front of me makes me a little nervous. She has one of the best body controls. And it is definitely something to worry about.

The next participant gets as much cheers from the crowd as her previous competitor. Her name’s Ryujin and I had seen her collaborating with Hobi before. I liked that dance so much at the time. Now, I’m not really sure I’m liking her moves. Of course, she can dance. And that is exactly my problem.

Finally, Hoseok takes the stage as ‘J-Hope’ and the crowd bursts into loud screams from the enthusiasts. All my anxieties take some rest. But as soon as he starts to move along the beat, I feel like I’m holding my breath. As if that would ensure his perfect performance.

Everything goes smoothly until at a point Hoseok rips off his shirt; earning more screams from the audience. I’m shocked at the revelation. Is it a mistake? I mean, Hoseok would never do that. Once he had told me himself that he doesn’t like showing much skin. It’s the choreography that matters more to him.

But it seems like I’m the only one who’s confused. Others around me seem to be enjoying the dance along with that little distraction that he made. However, I gather myself just before the end so that I don’t forget to cheer and clap the loudest for my little Hobi.

There’s a thirty minute break before they announce the winner of the long one month competition. I check my phone and gasp.

Three missed calls from Yoongi.

I check the time. It’s already 8:48 a.m. Yoongi’s game starts at 8:30 a.m. I was supposed to be with him now. I look out for Hobi.

“You did great!” I compliment him hurriedly.

“Thanks but…” Hobi frowns.

“What’s the matter?” I take a closer look at his sweaty face.

“It’s just that” Hobi continues, “I feel like I made a mistake.”

My phone rings before I could tell him anything. It’s Yoongi again.

“Umm…” I hesitate before speaking, “I still believe you’re going to win. Hobi… Please don’t mind but… I really have to be somewhere now.”

“What?” Hobi looks up, “No way! Wait for the announcement at least. Please, Noona! You promised!”

“I promised I will watch you perform. And I did that. Besides, you didn’t mention the results will take that long to be announced. I have to meet Yoongi. Apparently he has an important match too.”

Hobi scoffs, “As if he’s the one playing.”

I can sense the anger rising within him. First of all, he’s upset about some mistakes that he made. Now that I’ve mentioned Yoongi, he’s definitely pissed. Hoseok never liked the fact that Yoongi bets money on basketball matches. According to him, “It’s a waste of money if you lose. And a waste of character if you win.”

“You can go if you want.” Hobi says finally, “It’s not even a huge deal.”

I know he doesn’t mean that. It is in fact a huge deal for him. My common sense tells me it is better to deal with an angry Yoongi than with an angry Hoseok.

I smile and pull him into a hug. He’s surprised by my sudden action. “What’re you doing?”

“Don’t worry!” I say, “Noona will stay so that you win.”

“Oh yeah!” Hobi hugs me back, “Then, I’ll definitely win.”

“I’ll be there as soon as it ends.” I yell at Yoongi through my phone because of the loud audience around me.

“Yeah, take your time.” Yoongi says bitterly, “Looks like Hoba is in need of some luck more than I do today. ‘Cause we’re already winning.” Then, he cuts the line.

I don’t have the time to think about his last remark. The three participants walk to the stage and the crowd cheers louder, as if it is even possible. I cheer for Hobi too, mentally praying to God that my little brother gets the fruit that he’s been nurturing for so long.

With some dramatic speeches and hearts beating up to our throats, the result is finally revealed. And J-Hope is not the winner.

Looks like Ryujin outdid the others this time and she is as shocked as I am to find it out. Both Lisa and Hobi are clapping with bright smiles on their faces. They are both bowing to Ryujin, who in turn is bowing to them. The flower bouquet is presented to her and the rest of the celebration goes on in blur.

I went backstage to meet Hobi. But I only see two girls hugging and complimenting each other. Hobi is nowhere to be seen. I look through the dressing room and he’s not there.

I decide to peek at the boy’s bathroom to check and I sigh in relief. Hobi is bending towards the basin, his hands covering the face while the faucet runs beneath.

“Hobi!” I call him softly.

“Please, Noona!” His voice cracks as he tries to speak, “Just give me some time. I promise I’ll be okay. Just some time is all I need.”

Contemplating on why it is hard for me to believe that he is crying out of failure, I find that it is because I had never experienced Hoseok openly displaying sadness before. He was always the ray of sunshine, the restless butterfly or the sweet smelling flower of our family. As if it is what’s expected of him.

Even right now, in such a vulnerable state of mind, he doesn’t seem to be trusting me enough to have confided in me. Instead, he’s willing to go through a breakdown all alone until he’s ready to smile brightly again.

I am dumbfounded. I feel like I need to tell him something, comfort him and let him know that he’s not here alone. I want to make him feel that it's okay to fail. That he’s still loved and that’s what should matter the most.

My phone rings in my pocket once again and Hoseok looks up from the sink. With teary red eyes he says, “It must be Yoongi Hyung. Don’t make him wait any longer. Just go. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, confused.

“I guess,” he sniffs, “I accept my defeat. Maybe, I’m not really the best dancer that you used to think I am.”

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gurlwithluvx3 · 2 years

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enough for you | jhs

Pairing: non-idol!hobi x f. Reader

Summary: you’re tired of your current ‘arrangement’ with hobi that you decided it’s time to give him the ultimatum, but instead of having ‘the talk’ something else happens..

Word count: ~2.3K

Genre/Warnings: angst (starts and ends with angst, my bad), explicit smut, friends with benefit situation, fingering, missionary position, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (please protect yourselves irl)

A/N: shoutout to the lovely @call-me-amanda for the mood board. you're truly the sweetest x3

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“i made it!” you texted your best friend. your adrenaline is rushing as soon as you park your car in front of his place.

“just parked” you texted hobi right after your best friend wished you good luck.

inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale you think to yourself before stepping out of your car.

you’re here because you’re done with this ‘arrangement’ you and hobi initially had set up: you’re more than friends but not exactly lovers.

you don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore. it’s either you’re both all in or you’re both out.

so that’s why you’re here today - to give him that ultimatum. you make it to the front of the door and find that it’s slightly cracked open.

you take off your shoes and make your way to his living room.

“hey!” he says, showing off a slight smirk as he focuses right back on the wine that he’s pouring.

‘you can do this,’ you tell yourself and take a deep breath.

“hobi, we need to talk,” you say, not wanting to waste any time. but he knows you all too well.

“i know and we will,” he says as he sets the bottle down on his coffee table and looks up at you.

“but first, we need to celebrate!” he says happily and suddenly you’re curious. he sees your facial expression and he brings his hands together, as if he was about to pray.

“i finally got the promotion!” he says almost squealing. and suddenly your stomach is doing flips.

“oh my gosh! congratulations hobi!” you say, finding your way to hobi as he reels you in for one of his killer hugs.

you’re suddenly bombarded by his cologne and damn does he smell good.

‘snap out of it’ you tell yourself, hitting yourself and thankfully he doesn’t notice.

“thank you y/n! so tonight before we talk” emphasizing the word talk, “can we at least celebrate this milestone?” he says.

“of course hobi” you find yourself telling him, feeling a sense of guilt. you had a mission but now looking at hobi and his sincerity, you budge.

he orders pizza that you both devour almost instantly and now you two are on the second bottle of wine.

after the both of you catch up on each other’s lives you find yourself staring at hobi. and at first you don’t think anything of it.

until you realize that he’s inches closer to you than before. one of his arms is resting behind you on the sofa and you hadn’t noticed the way your body was leaning into and yearning for his touch.

when you both finish the second bottle of wine, you find yourself giggling into his side over the small things, whether it was from the tv show you two were barely watching, or some random joke he would make.

twenty minutes pass and you find yourselves cozying up with one another, you completely nuzzled to his side while he leans on you like his life depended on it.

with one arm around you, he reaches his other hand to your thigh, slowly caressing it and this random gesture makes your stomach flip.

“i’m really happy you’re here” he whispers as he continues to rub your thigh and even though you’re not supposed to be this happy, you can’t help yourself now that you’re intoxicated.

“hobi” you whimper as he squeezes your thigh, and you know that you’re both hooked. he reaches up to hold your cheek in his hand and reels you in to kiss you.

and at first it was innocent and gentle. but fuck that, you don’t want innocent and gentle. you want hard and rough.

you move away to kiss his neck and jaw and make your way up to his ear and whisper, “i want you” before gently nibbling on his earlobe.

“fuck” he says and then moves you so that you can straddle over his thighs. and for reasons beyond you, you can’t help but continue to kiss him all over his neck and jawline.

he grabs your ass and wiggles it because he knows how much you love that shit.

your lips make their way back to his lips and you feel him forming a smile. he knows he has you under his spell. and just as much as you want to be free from it, you cave.

you carefully bite his lower lip which makes him moan. and soon enough your tongues dance around one another as his hands grips your ass firmly, making you squirm at his touch.

your hands are on his shoulders, but slowly make its way down his body and you feel his bulge growing from underneath you.

you roll your hips as you continue to kiss him when he grunts into your mouth. damn that was so hot you think to yourself.

suddenly, he stops and asks if you want to take it to his bedroom, and for a quick second you have the chance to stop it before you get carried away.

but instead of listening to your instinct, you give in to your desire and eagerly nod.

he leads you to his room and carefully pushes you onto the bed so that you’re lying on your back, leaning back on your elbows.

you can’t help but stare at his physique and almost drool as you watch him take off his clothes, starting with his shirt that exposes his toned abs.

he catches you staring and smirks as he takes off both his pants and boxers off simultaneously and you’re just about ready to devour him here and now, when he brings his hand to your chin.

“you like what you see baby?” he says very seductively that it sends shivers throughout your body. he leans in to kiss you and moments later he tugs at your leggings and you lift your hips up so that he can take it off in one swift movement, taking your panties off as well.

and before he hovers over you, he takes a step back to admire your figure.

“always so beautiful” he says as he licks his bottom lip. he leans forward and has one leg in between your thighs and you feel your heart beating so fast.

he kisses you softly and makes his way down your body, leaving traces of his kisses from your neck to your collarbone and down to your breasts. he slowly breathes your scent in and looks up at you as if you’ve just hypnotized him just by your scent alone.

as he takes one of your perked buds in his mouth, he’s gently pinching your other bud and you can’t help but moan. he looks up at you and smirks again before licking your bud fervently.

his hand that was on your other breast makes its way down one of your thighs before he brings it close to your core. his licks are now erratic but you can’t help but moan at the sensation.

his hand is now over your core and you want nothing more than for him to do anything to you, but instead he just lets it rest there. you lift your hips up to feel some satisfaction when he chuckles, knowing just what you want.

“you’re gonna have to beg for it baby” he says as he stops licking your perked bud.

“more” you say whining softly and then his hand moves to your inner thigh, and you can’t help but sigh from the loss of his touch.

“i can’t hear you,” he says, shifting his weight so that he’s on one side of your body.

“please touch me” you say more firmly as you grab the hand that’s on your thigh and bring it back to your core. “right here” you say, staring deep into his soul at this point.

he smirks his devilish smile and immediately begins playing with your folds and you can’t help but gasp. damn does his fingers feel so good on your skin, but also damn do you need more.

and it’s as if he could read your mind because he suddenly inserts one of his fingers with no warning. your eyes roll back as you moan shamelessly as he starts with a slow pace.

“is this enough for you baby?” he asks and you shake your head. you want more. you need more. he chuckles to himself and then adds another finger.

“fuck” you can’t help but whimper, “it feels so good” you say, arching your back. his touch is driving you insane and you know you’re already close to your climax.

his pace quickens as he brings his thumb to your clit and soon enough his pace is merciless. you’re a mess but you don’t care because all you want to do is focus on your approaching orgasm.

“hobi!” you yell as you grab his forearm as if it would bring relief but soon enough you come undone on his fingers.

hobi’s helping you ride your high and he can’t stop staring at you, even though you don’t realize it since your eyes are closed shut from being fingered so well.

it takes a minute for you to get yourself together, but the moment you open your eyes, you see in hobi’s glare that he’s ready for your go signal. so you spread your legs wide and look right at him.

“i need you” you manage to say, even though you’re still catching your breath. he doesn’t need to be told twice as he gets on top of you and you instantly feel his hard, long dick close to your aching core.

“say that again baby” he says almost inaudibly. he’s long gone by now, fully devoured by lust and all he can focus on is putting his dick inside of you.

he hovers over you, rubbing the tip of his dick between your folds and you can’t help but moan. but you gather all the strength that you have to look him in the eyes.

“fuck me hobi. please fuck me” you beg and that’s all he needed to hear.

slowly he thrusts himself into you which has you both moaning. he lowers himself so that his weight is on his palms and begins to thrust in and out at a slow consistent pace.

“oh shit” he grunts and hearing him moan for you is music to your ears. he’s staring at you while you close your eyes to feel more of him.

you can feel every inch of him inside of you and it feels amazing. and out of reflex you move your legs so that your ankles are crossed behind him, and you instantly moan from this new angle.

hobi begins to go at a faster pace, causing him to grunt more often, which makes you open your eyes for a quick second. the moment that you do, his eyes are on you.

you’re a writhing and moaning mess underneath him, because of him, and he absolutely loves it.

you catch him staring at you mindlessly so you jokingly slap his shoulder and he chuckles.

but then suddenly, his long slender fingers wrap around your throat.

“is this enough for you baby?” he says as his grunts continue and his pace quickens all the more.

“shit, yes hobi. so good” you exclaim as you hold tight to his arm that’s now around your neck.

“such a good girl” he says and suddenly his pace is relentless. “fuck i’m gonna cum soon” he says trying to not blow his load at this very moment.

you let go of his arm and begin rubbing your clit at a steady pace and then stare back at him.

“cum with me” he says as his breath staggers and you try to increase the pace of your fingers on your clit.

you lift your hips and he deepens the thrust when you feel your second orgasm approaching.

“fuck” you say hastily and soon enough you come undone for the second time tonight.

the way your pussy clenches against his dick has him coming undone seconds after you, painting your walls with his cum.

“shit” he says as he tries to help the both of you ride out your high.

when his dick softens, he lays beside you and you’re both breathing deeply and heavily, because damn did that feel good.

“that was amazing,” he says after a deep inhale and exhale. “so amazing”

you’re both staring up at the ceiling, and then suddenly you remember why you even came over in the first place.

so you wait until he cleans himself up. but when he comes back to the bed you realize that you should clean up after yourself too.

you’re staring at the mirror now, ready to give him the ultimatum, tired of this back and forth with him. you nod at yourself and head back to the bed.

as soon as you get back to his bedroom, he’s just about knocked out or fucked out or maybe a mix of both.

but once he sees you, he taps the bed, inviting you to stay the night. and as much as you want to say your piece and leave, you find yourself on his bed, next to him.

you’re both laying on your back when suddenly he turns so that he’s facing you and once you see his sleepy smile you know that having this talk is useless.

you wait until his soft snores fills the air when you turn your head to face him.

“will i ever be enough for you?” you whisper, finally finding the guts to share your thoughts. but of course he doesn’t respond because he’s already fast asleep.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #jung hoseok ff #hobi x reader #hobi smut #hoseok smut #jhope smut

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singguks · 2 years

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la vie en rose → jung hoseok.

synopsis. life feels dull and colorless until you spot him dancing, that alone is enough to start a fire in your heart.

pairing. hoseok | reader

genre. dance au, fluff

word count. 2636

warnings. just dancer hoseok really, he does the job. that and his adorableness!!

rating. PG-13

a/n. to the dearest @narimiese ♡ may your life be filled with joy and countless sparks; hobi's especially!! happy birthday, beautiful!

You had been inside that subway for twenty minutes now.

Twenty minutes of staring at its window absentmindedly while listening to some random playlist in search of new music, or just new inspiration really. Lately, life had been moving slowly, with a bunch of unwanted breaks just like the course of the subway you found yourself in. It felt like never arriving home.

Nothing new or out of the ordinary seemed to happen to you recently, and with a heavy sigh, you skip yet another song on the device you held firmly between your hands. Am I just tired?, the thought crosses your mind, but no. That wasn’t it, and you knew it. A dormant spark traveled through your body, ready to ignite. You just didn’t know when or for what.

The wagon softly hit the brakes again, another stop. Your eyes go from your cellphone, to check the hours, to the window once more.

The scenery before you is beautiful; the night sky engulfs the huddle of buildings, and neon lights start to shine giving the street all the colors it needed to feel alive. You feel the urge to take a picture, as the street in question finds itself rather empty for the grand Seoul you knew by heart, but one of the buildings—a smaller one in height that was just straight across your sight—felt busy, making a beautiful contrast.

One of the few alight windows caught your attention, and that’s the reason why you stop in the middle of completing the movement to take the so-desired photo. Inside the framed window there’s this guy, dancing. He seems so absorbed in what he’s doing, so happy, so free, that the moment feels almost magical; his dancing matches the tune playing softly in your ears, and without even realizing a smile forms on your features. Suddenly it’s like you are looking at the world through tinted glasses while looking at him. Like you were able to find this secret door to another universe entirely.

But the subway goes on, and you are forced to return to reality. Back to the journey full of breaks, cut by sighs in between.

You are unable to shake the feeling, however, or the image of the dancer.

A week goes by. The same stops, the same thoughts, the same longing feeling, but a new expectancy and curious eyes that search intently to find that window, or more specifically, that boy.

And you do. On and on again, for a week, you see him there, dancing after hours… Completely free. Somedays he checks his groovy moves in the mirror, others he just ignores it, preferring to dance with closed eyes and a different kind of passion. The window is always open. You can’t help but make a mental note of how well-dressed he always is. As a fashion major yourself, that was always the first thing you noticed about a person—what shoes they used, what accessories they added, what color combination they went for… It all helped to form a better picture of a person and their personality to you.

And his seemed bright. Lit, and ready to burn.

Just like you felt inside.

And so this feeling of curiosity, of wanting to know how he externalized that, started to feel reoccurring. You couldn’t go by more than half an hour without thinking about it, without thoughts of him dancing popping into your mind.

It was during work, on your coffee breaks… While brushing your teeth, while staring at the crowd in a busy restaurant… You even drew some sketches of him and his movements in your journal. One that you used strickly to design new clothes but had been on your shelf for too long now. Ever since you finished your studies in Paris and came home.

See, maybe this was the spark you needed. You had always wanted to try to launch your own brand, that’s why you studied so intently abroad, but it never felt aligned with your reality. No. You spent your days working for someone else’s brand instead. A really nice one for the matter. Who didn’t like Celine after all?

You did, and you were exhilarated when you got accepted to work there. But with time, the constant thought of being made to do something of your own would always appear at the back of your mind. Perhaps that was why you had been feeling so low on energy lately. So stuck in time.

One of those nights, when searching for his window was no longer enough, you saw yourself hopping off of the subway one stop before the dance studio building, without much thinking. Something moved you.

When you realized, you were already standing in front of where it all started, the place you became so familiar with over the last weeks. You looked at the front door hesitantly. And looking up, to state the obvious, you saw light coming from his window, that as always was very much alight. You mustered your courage with a deep breath and walked in decidedly.

There was no need to search for what floor his studio was located on, you could simply follow the loud hip-hop music echoing in the corridors. It seemed like the beat was following your own heart, which pumped with force, loudly and somewhat wild.

Much like his window, his studio door is also open, light pouring out on the long corridor. You approach the room rather nervous, after all, this was a first in your life. Something that came up in the heat of the moment, and if you were to be completely honest, you are not really sure of what you want of him. At least not until you are able to see him from up close.

He was dashing, even if he was wearing a bucket hat covering half of his face.

The boy in question was kneeling next to a big speaker, paying close attention to something on his phone. He was so focused, that he didn’t notice your presence by the door and you take the opportunity to annalize him further.

He wears a less distinguished-colored outfit today. A double-sleeve zip-up jacket, black, and it’s zipped just a tad bit down, enough for you to see he was wearing a simple white tee beneath, that surprisingly showed his physique very well. And he keeps it simple, pairing the fit with double-knee work pants. Whoever came along, and saw him like this, would think he is all about simple and casual, but this man had nothing of the sort about him. You could pinpoint that rather easily, all it took was a look at the pair of sneakers he was wearing—an Off White collab with Air force 1 low.

From the color scheme of the fit to the skull print bucket hat that covered half his face while he was looking down, everything was very much to your liking. And you start to muse while staring at his figure, if he is naturally inclined to fashion, or if he followed some kind of trend until he looks up and the music ceases. You didn’t even notice how loud it was until a screaming silence fills the place.

“Hi,” he greets kind of confused when noticing your presence by the door but still manages to open a shining smile while getting up. “Can I help you?”

For a moment you blank. You hold your breath thinking of a plausible excuse for being there this late, even glance towards the flight of stairs in the long corridor pondering a quick exit, but as you return to his gaze, which grew more inquisitive to the second, you decide for blurting out the truth instead. You wouldn’t be able to think of a lie out of the blue, that was not your strong suit.

“Uhm- hi,” you greet back with a defeated smile that denounced how embarrassed you were. He chuckles back at you, amused, and you could dare to say a bit intrigued as well. He fetches a small towel on top of the speaker and begins drying his neck while discreetly sizing you up. “I uh- I was passing by… And I saw your window lit- From outside I mean,” You fumble with your words as his presence is rather strong, even if his smile increases in size due to your explanation. He doesn’t reply, at least not yet, and you feel like he is giving you space to say something more, to explain further. “Uhm, I didn’t mean to interrupt or something-” You try, but he doesn’t let you finish the sentence this time.

“You don’t,” He assures you cheerfully while taking off the bucket hat to dry his forehead as well. For a moment you forget he even replied, eyes scanning every inch of his face you had not seen before. What before felt like a powerful presence became a bubbly one. Something about his eyes made his heart-shaped smile look overly adorable. Perhaps the way it reached them like they too were smiling at you. “Are you here looking for someone?” He asks after getting no reply on your part, looking at you with a tilted head and you had to bite down a smile of your own.

“Yes, actually,” you confess, taking a bold step inside the studio. “I was looking for you.”

“Me?” the way he tilted, even more, his head, with furrowed brows and a cartoonish pout while pointing at his chest made you finally chuckle more relaxed. As you nod him affirmatively, a smile still on your face, he glances up, pensively. “I don’t remember you. I’m pretty sure I would…” He clarifies more to himself than to you.

“You don’t know me yet,” you cut his train of thoughts, kind of anxious—in a good way—for his reaction. As he looked back at you waiting for further clarification, with yet another adorable expression on his face, you continue. “Every day coming from work I see you dancing… I hope I don’t sound weird or anything-” before he could say something you see yourself blurting out word after word, fingers fidgeting by the side of your body. The streak of courageousness that had hit you previously felt like dissipating all of a sudden. “I just happened to look at this building the other day and then everything was dark except for your window and as I said, I saw you dancing and it, uhm… It moved me.”

You finally look at him, searching on his features for something that could tell you about what he was thinking, much like a test you felt a need to pass. When he discards the piece of cloth on top of the speaker and places both his hands on his hips, you are on the brink of slapping yourself for sounding so weird; a million thoughts rushing in your mind.

What was I thinking? I can’t just barge on someone’s studio and-

He starts walking toward you and you can’t quite describe what his intentions are, but your brain is screaming that he’s probably going to shove you out of the studio. Much to your surprise, he stops before you, a mere feet away. You look up to meet his eyes, and once again they are shaped in a rainbow way, along with a dimpled smile. “I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.” he offers his hand for you to shake in the friendliest manner, the other disappears to the inside of his baggy pants’ pocket. He’s so… My style.

You don’t hesitate much before taking his hand in yours and saying your name. And this time you can’t really fight over the urge to smile. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, your hands still softly wrapped with each other, and it goes from a handshake to a simple hold, one that says a lot as you both keep looking into each other’s eyes.

“So what can I help you with?” Hoseok asks almost in a whisper, his chocolate brown eyes shifting between yours. As you realize that you’re still holding his hand, something that apparently doesn’t bother him, you quickly let go, laughing shyly and making him laugh along.

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you answer him anyway. “Perhaps… Would you teach me?”

“Do you like to dance?” it’s the question he shoots at you and you are taken by surprise.

“Well, I think so,” you answer truthfully as you had never thought about the subject before, and your face must show your confusion about it since his smile—one that apparently hardly left the corners of his lips—got wider and wider.

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning a bit forward and you had to look higher up. “But dancing isn’t something made to think,” As he started talking you held your breath, afraid that any movement you made could trigger the evident tension that was starting to build up between the two of you. “It’s made to feel,” and before you could say something, he straightened his back again, and you could swear your heart was about to make an escape and fly off the window. His window.

“So what do you say?” Hoseok asks again as your brain started musing over his words. “I’ll see you here tomorrow? Same time?”

And here it was. The spark you needed to unfreeze time.

“Yes. Yes, you will.” There is an undeniable tone of challenge in your voice. From the moment you had seen him, still from far away, inside the subway, he had already done something to you.

Your eyes lingered in each other’s again, and as you offered him a last smile, ready to leave, he stopped you in a rush. “Wait!” You look at him with a surprised smile before he speaks again, “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you about uh…” His eyes scan the place and yours follow, trying to understand what is going on or what Hoseok is looking for. “The box!”

“The box…?” You ask confused.

“Yes! The box.” He nods his head exaggeratedly. “We have this box here that uh… We use for a… A prize draw! That’s right!” He crosses his arms and presses his mouth in a thin line, showing the smallest dimple you had ever seen.

“Ok…” you laugh it out, not quite understanding what the box had to do with you, but finding it funny nevertheless.

“And what I was trying to say is that you should definitely apply to it! You just need to submit your name and phone number, and who knows? You might get the prize!” Hoseok explains, his right hand coming to the back of his neck and you can’t help but scrunch your nose amused by his antics. There’s no prize draw, right?, is what you think of saying, but he looks at you so expectant and warmly that you decide on taking the bait.

“Sure! Why not! Where do I apply?”

The grin he has on his face slowly fades as he looks around the room again, trying to improvise, and you learn yet another thing about him. Much like yourself, he is not a great liar, and you find that endearing. “Uh…”

“What about I just give you my number instead? Like on your phone. And then once you find the box you add it for me?” you suggest and he almost sighs relieved, retrieving the device from his pocket and handing it over to you.

You go home that night with sparks in your heart and an insistent smile that never left your face, especially not after you received the following text:

[ unknown number @ 20:18 ] hi! it’s hoseok… from the dance studio! about that box… 😅🥺

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temptingempress · 1 year

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MORE AND MORE

Word count: 5k

Genre: Psychology, comedic,

summary: when two worlds collide. Opposite who want the other things. When they finally discover eachother they just want to unravel more.

Warning: bad words, mentions of cuts, mentions of glass shards, a little smut just a sprinkle!, heavy making out, cheating, bed squeaks, rushed dramatic backstories lol, uhhhh I think that's it but if there's more inform me through dm 😙

Her skin represents dripping golden honey and her round lips tinted a rose pink. She prances around the small colorful coffee shop in her white long sleeved dress and her golden locks bouncing up and down. "Bye Jimin" she kissed her beloved cheeks before she left.

Areum Bailey

A young adult trying to navigate her life in nyc. She lives by herself... well, with her cat, Mindy. She's been working at this Cafe ever since her auntie passed away taking the lead manager role. It was nice on some days. When the days were rainy and the crowd was calm and collective but on days like these, mid summer days, the cafe was bustling with people of all sorts. Buisness leads trying to rush the baristas, old ladies holding the lines up, and your typical Karens not getting what they want.

But there was one person that the cafe was well known too. A regular you could say.

Jung Hoseok

Everytime he walked in his presence was known. He towered over everyone and his style was too specific. Hard but casual. Just a plain black turtle neck that showed off his wonderful broad shoulders and black cargo pants and not to mention a peek of his tattoo. He walked up to the counter looking down at Areum.

They don't know eachother formally but they do have mutual friends

"Mister Jung." Areum smiled "what will you be having today?"

Hoseok answered almost automatically "the usual. Plain. black. coffee." He emphasized and set more than enough cash down revealing his sleeve and into her eyes. This always happens. He likes to keep eye contact even when it feels unnatural

"Keep the tip. Nice pearls." He stares at her neck for a second then leaves.

"Uh.. thank you." That was as awkward as ever.. she thought to herself.

He was the epitome of nonchalant, getting a genuine reaction out of him seemed impossible. Areum distributed the cash properly. She always wondered about him. "Plain black!" She shouted to the baristas. It was his usual.

He never liked anything frilly or new. He always stuck with what he knew the best. Areum notes that he always came into her shop with nothing but some cash. He always stands up and waits for his coffee. It was like he was in a rush but he wasn't... something in the way he speaks or the way he looks is odd.. like he was hiding something.

"For Jung Hoseok!" She hands the coffee to him and he gently bows taking the coffee from her hands. "Thank you"

With that he walks away, making Areum even more curious about his life but no, she cannot fawn over customers that's improper work behavior. One of her colleagues, Frey often spoke about him in a conversation they were having at the time. "I went to college with him... he's very handsome and was a great student but 3rd year he got kicked out for some reason..." She turns towards Areum "he commits to this coffee shop more than he ever did in school. I think he likes you."

Areum laughed a bit as she prepared to close down "Frey, first of all i have a boyfriend and i am not trying to be that girl. he literally comes in, orders like any other paying customer, then walks out. He doesn't like me and quite frankly I hope he doesnt." She scoffed.

Frey sighed, her colleague was also her good friend. She was a fashion student "come on Areum. He comes in, orders a plain black coffee that his ass could just make from home, them leaves to where ever the f he goes!" She laughed. "I'm pretty sure he's coming for a bootycall at this point."

"I'm good with my cats and my current boyfriend thank you." Areum rolled her eyes. "And I'm not gonna get with some college drop out."

"Eieie, you're so harsh. He was a good student but I forgot that you live by whatever the hell your parents say. Arent they the one who set him up with you 'i can only see him once a week' boyfriend. Damn, do they even set up your bootycalls?"

"Can we stop talking about bootycalls in this warm kid friendly environment?" She ran her hand through her hair with a slight chuckle. "And no, I make my own decisions. Jimin and i... are very happy. He's very busy. Hes always on work trips and such" She mumbles the last part. A tiny part in her heart doubts that's true but Areum she has hope in this man... he's the best thing that's ever happened to her... right?

"Sure, whatever you say elmo." Frey ruffled Areums hair. She got her bag and prepared to leave "I'm just saying that you never know. Hoseok might just be right up your alley. Literally. I don't know much about him but the sexual tension is rising oooo, its getting hot!" She teased as she opened the door. Areum threw a empty bottle at her as she laughed and went along with her day.

The day went on and it was finally time for her to clock out and go home. Maybe catch up on some netflix. She drove home and unlocks the door to her own one story house. She was a stable women, with a stable check. Everything her parents ever wanted her to be. She had a good life and good friends but deep down inside she wanted to be living a different life.

She lied down on the couch and grabbed the remote, turning on dancing with the stars. When the show turned on she tossed the remote down and went to the bathroom.

She wanted to be one of them. One of the well known celebrities. She wanted her life to be fabricated. All the glitz and glam she really took care of herself to give that illusion.

Taking a makeup wipe she clears her face.

Even though she had everything she wanted... she wanted more. Like a girl that could never get satisfied. She needed something exciting in her life.. new... interesting. Something to keep her entertained

. "I went to college with him... he's very handsome and was a great student but 3rd year he got kicked out for some reason..."

The words echoed in her ear as she grabbed her face wash and squirted some on her hands. "Jung Hoseok..." She mumbles. Her mind stays on him.. what was he really like.

Jung hoseok..

She opened her computer screen and looked his name up. She couldn't help herself. She found a instagram page of him wearing a suit. It was set to private but the bio said "Secretary of Myrion Corporations"

Curse her lack to respect other people's privacy. Maybe Frey was right.

She looked up the company and apparently it was linked with her father's. A mining company. "What..." She didn't even know her dad had a partner until now. Not that she ever paid attention to her dad's buisness. She looked up the partnered ceo's name which apparently he had the same last name as Hoseok. "Yunho Jung..."

She quickly opened instagram up again and saw that his page wasn't private. "Partnered owner of Myrion Company..." She scrolled down and "bingo." She found a photo of Hoseok. He had a faint smile on his face as he shook hands with some important buisness people the caption said "glad my son is following in my footsteps." All his tattoos were covered

BANG BANG BANG

she hears amd quickly exits all of the tabs. "Who- who is it?" She stutters as she puts her computer away.

"It's your favorite! I came with pizza!" His voice booms. She could recognize his booming voice from miles away. The king of destruction. She opens the door "did you also come with the money you owed me for literally smashing my wall in?" She jested with a fake smile

"I was hoping the pizza would cover for that" he invited himself in. "What chu watching? Bad chics of Beverly Hills?"

She chuckled and helped Namjoon with the pizza. A genuine friend she cant deny. Shes known him since high school. "no, Dancing with the Stars. "

"Boring "

"I can't watch Beverly hills anymore because it rubs off on me! Last week when the mail man came I literally spilled all my junior high drama to him" she pulled a slice of pizza "then I got mad at him for not agreeing with me and then I apologized to him because I-"

"Damn fighting with the mail man, whatta new low for you." He sung. Areum scoffs and throws a pillow at him as he laughed. "Frey told me about your new crush. "

Areum sinks in the couch, pretending not to hear him. Of course she did... "I always loved pineapple on my pizza"

"Don't get with him. He's bad news" Namjoon sighed and took a huge bite. Areum bites her lip trying to hold back her curiosity but his comment made it even more difficult. "What do you mean..."

"Drugs, cheating, stealing, whatever you can think of this man has probably done it"

"Whaat?" She turns to him "no way! He can't be associated with any of those things. He's working under-" oops, her tongue slipped.

"Don't even act surprised that you can't hold a secret either. I know you looked him up. There were rumors going on about him. Him and I went to the same college. He got kicked out cause he was dealing drugs." He licks his fingers "and besides every day of the week he's with every other girl you could possibly imagine. Probably pulled Kim K once HA! You don't want him."

"Yeah i dont... I was just curious.. but aren't those just rumors? I saw his Instagram page and it looked professional"

"That was a font baby" he chuckled "you're better off with your part time boyfriend. Hand me the remote I wanna watch the last of us!"

"Here." She ponders on what he has said and looked at the time. Her eyes widened as she read '1:01' she had work the next morning and so did Namjoon. "Namjoon why are you even here!"

"Rents due."

The next morning was nice. It was the onset of fall and fall break for most young kids. So the cafe wasn't that busy. She set the mood of the cafe putting some lofi music on and welcomed her employees. The day was nice. Nobody called out and everything seemed to be unproblematic until her usual customer stumbled in.

This time besides his cargo pants he was in something more professional. A white button down that revealed a tiny part of his toned chest and grey slacks. Probably because of his new promotion. Everyone fawned over him today. Today was different ... somebody was alongside his hip.

A woman with her hair up in a bun. She wore a mini black flowy dress with business heels and lucky for Areum she knew exactly who this middle aged women was.

"Emma?"

Emma smiled at her "long time no see." Emma was the favorite in her dad's company. She held a much higher authority than Areum will ever. She has her PHD in buisness and yes she was an older girl. In her late 30s which made Areum even more curious why the hell Hoseok would choose her out of everyone

She will not get involved. She doesn't care who Hoseok lays his beautiful brown eyes on. "Long time no see to you." She smiled. Emma excused herself to use the bathroom as Hoseok just stares at her, waiting for her to say something. Areum sighed "your usual?"

"Mhm." Was his response but this time he whipped out his card.

"I didn't know you knew Emma." Areum tried to crack the awkwardness flowing around the air. It was almost painful to her. "Well what do I know huh" she chuckled.

Hoseok remained silent for a bit "you didnt?"

"..." what was that supposed to mean? Of course she didn't. "Of course not." She chuckled "you're just my customer, how would I know."

Chill Areum it's not a huge deal she thought.

He sighed and put his card back into his wallet "you know. If you wanted to know me you could've asked."

"what."

Emma then returns. "Oo! And this" She adds a cake pop to the table "I'll be in the car honey." And then walks away.

Areum waits until she walked away to clear her throat "well mister jung... it's hard to not be curious when a customer walks into your store everyday and orders nothing but a black coffee."

"Whats wrong with black coffee?"

She was thrown off and hoseok just smirks. "If you are that curious about me Areum I'd rather you not stalk my page." He pays for the cake pop. She was out of words because he was right but at the same time it was so embarrassing to get confronted about it. "How did you even know.."

"Spygirl360? You couldn't of made things less obvious. Your number is linked with your account so it shows you. I'm sure that like on my dad's buisness promotion post was an accident eh?"

Areum was silent, twiddling her fingers. He caught her. Now she's wishing he'd just leave "look, would you stop taunting me about it i understand that you're mad.. I'm s-"

"I never said I was mad. Here."

"Whats this?"

"My number. Call me sometimes.. with that he walked away like nothing ever happened. Damn you Hoseok.

The days are long and hard. Ever since the encounter with Hoseok he hasn't been coming into her coffee shop anymore. She felt like Joe Goldberg and even her boyfriend couldn't fill her empty void of curiosity but on the bright side it was their week together finally. Areum was at the store picking out only the freshest wine. She didn't reach out to Hoseok because why would she. She had a wonderful boyfriend. Jimin

She knew him every since they were kids and once they were of age both their parents set them up together. Because they were destined. The agreement was to get married by 30 and they'd have a set life with sufficient funds supported by each of their families. They weren't 30 yet but it was fastly approaching. Jimin came from a rich family. Much richer than Areum's. Some days it felt like they didn't agree among anything. His opinions were always one sided, he was always right but other days of was as if he was the happiest man on earth able to give her anything except sexual intimacy. They both never felt that way towards each other but tonight

Tonight Areum hoped to change that. She wanted to get rid of that void in her stomach. She wanted to try something exciting for the first time in her life so she wanted to take Freys advice to get laid. She threw on her red fenty under her short white dress. Jimin was supposedly already at her house just waiting on her.

"Long time no see." A deep voice approached behind her

Oh no, it was him. The man she's been trying to keep out of her head the entire time. She looked at him "hi."

"Why are you dressed so fancy today?" He walked closer to her "and where are your pearls?" Very close to her and reached for the whiskey above her. She blushed and finally stuttered out "i-I have a date actually!"

Hoseok let out a small laugh "oh?"

"Mhm!" For some reason she felt the urge to somewhat prove to him that she isn't some girl who stalks people all day and reads smut. No! She's definitely not.

"Well if you're looking to get laid that's not gonna get the job done." He took the alcohol put of her hand.

"Yah!" She whined "I'm not... I'm.. we're just gonna chill?"

"Well your fuck me dress says otherwise."

"Excuse me?"

"Look if you're looking to get laid miss innocent I prefer you buy this one." He hands her a bottle of liquor. "Mix it in some orange juice if you can't handle your alcohol." Areum takes the bottle from his hands in disbelief how blunt he was... he wasn't wrong.

"Bye miss Bailey." With that he was on his way. Areum shakes her head from her recent encounter then goes to grab a bottle of orange juice. "Screw you Jung Hoseok." How did he even know her last name?

Once she makes it home she heard squeaking of some sort. "What the..." maybe a fossit is broken or something? "Jimin?" She shouts. She sets her bags down and walks closer to the room. "Jimin!?"

The sound became more clear. A horrible melancholy of his moans mixed with some other girls. "What the hell!" She pulls the sheets up and what she saw shocked the living hell out of her

"FREY?"

That night was a blur. Yelling things out that she didn't even know she had in her mind. As if she turned into a whole nother being. Saying things she'd never say. She threw stuff around her house as her eyes flooded with tears. Her body was on auto pilot but her emotions were on a high. All for a bunch of "how could you" ,"I thought you loved me" , all for Jimin to say it was all a font and Frey to quietly get her stuff and leave. It was too much to take in

That night Areum sat on her living room floor, surrounded by glass thinking this was never what she wanted. What Jimin said "all of it was fake. We never loved eachother. " was true but Areum didn't want to believe that. It wasn't supposed to turn out this was. That night she had drowned herself in whiskey and picked up her phone

She had called Hoseok because why the not? There was a silence before he spoke "Areum?"

"Hey! Wanna come over?" Her words slurred.

On the other end Hoseok had just gotten out of bed. He was just in grey joggers and nothing else and when he heard Areums voice he knew automatically something was wrong. She spoke again "I wanna know more about! Ow!" She shouts then giggles. Hoseok sighed and rubs his eyes. "Areum... send me your address."

When he finally arrived he could see Areum with multiple cuts along her thighs. Her dress was rolled up and it seemed that the glass shards on the floor graced her smooth legs. He quickly picks up Areum from the floor. Her drunken state couldn't feel the pain, she just giggled when she saw Hoseok. "Mister Jung is here."

He sat her on the bed. "Areum look at me." He held her droopy face and paid attention to her to see if she was alright. Areum just laughs "no man has ever held me like that...:

He lets her face go gently and gets a first aid kit she had in the bathroom. He's been in this situation one too many times to know what to do. He sits on the bed and places Areums legs in his thighs. Taking his time time to treat them efficiently. She gasps at the alcohol stinging her skin but blushes at the proximity he was to her.

She had pretty thighs but it pained him to see the cuts on them. He knew her

Areum Bailey, 23, her father always talks about how good she is and how excellent she is at owning her small cafe alongside her supporting now ex boyfriend, Jimin. He follows her recent posts on instagram and he even knew her before she even opened the shop. He always saw her at Myrion. Always admired how outgoing she was, her smile, and her cute little mistakes. A girl who was the definition of successful in her parents eyes. Something Hoseok could never be but he knew there was a part in her that wasn't so innocent and he wanted to dimish her disguise so badly, tear her down, and see what she's hiding

But she didn't deserve that. Not by him. That's what he thought until he saw her in this state. He always visited her cafe to support her cause he has always admired her. He was just not good with his words.

"So I heard you were a bad boy!" She blurts. "Like a drug dealer ! How exciting! " hoseok looked at her, all his thoughts stopped. "I've always wanted to do something naughty"

"Im sure youve heard a lot of things aboht me." He finishes bandaging her legs "and you miss perfect." He gently pinned her down to the bed. Both of her wrist trapped with his hands "what are you hiding?" With that he took his things and left her in bed.

"I..." She could feel herself slowly drifting off in a haze.

Areum woke up the next morning with a major headache. She groans loudly and helps herself up. She simply couldn't remember anything that happened last night... why was her room so trashed. She lifted all the thick covers from her body. "What the?" Why were her legs wrapped in white bandages. She carefully got out of bed and looked around. Her door was closed. She looked in her bathroom mirror to see her makeup smudged and her hair a mess. "Yikes... goddamm did I fight a bear or something?" She turns the shower on and freshens up, letting the hot droplets of water cleanse her skin.

Once she goes in front of the mirror she trues to recollect what happened to her that night. She picks her makeup up and fixes herself. Molding herself into an acceptable image. She looks at herself one last time before going to her dresser. She didn't have work today so she opted for just a oversized black t shirt. She took her dress off in front of her vanity just to be revealed with some very...very. revealing lingerie. Then it hits her.

"Areum?" Her door slides open. It was Hoseok, she quickly covers herself and blurts "did we do anything!"

Hoseok eyes her body. Even though she tried to cover herself up her vanity reveals her backside which Areum is quick to notice. "H-Hoseok!" Hoseok laughed a bit and closed the door, not answering her question.

"Oh my god ,oh my god ,oh my god." She repeats as she quickly takes her lingerie off and changes her clothes. She pulled on some pajama pants and quickly made her way to Hoseok. He was on his way out. "Nuh uh!" She blocks the door. "What the hell happened last night!"

"I dunno princess you tell me." he hummed

She looked at him "no.. no we.." and then she looked around the house. "I broke up with Jimin.."

"Mhm."

"But why are you here. And why was I" her hands swiftly went to her head. She groans as banging pain inflamed. "Whats going on." She whined.

Hoseok sighed as he looked at the time. It was time for hom to go to his job, his father, forced him into working. It wasn't like he wanted that promotion. That time he was promoted his father found out he was dealing drugs in college. Something that he's ashamed of ever since but he did it because he needed the money and he'd do it again in a heart beat.

He was everything his father never wanted...

He sighed as he took Areum by the shoulders leading her to her couch. He picked up most of the glass that night but he fell asleep to finish. He needed to stay and make sure she was alright.

"Sit down." He gets her a glass of water and some pills " look. I don't know what happened all that well but you called me and yoh were flat out drunk I'm guessing because you broke up with Jimin and you didn't mix your alcohol." He sighed.

"And I called you." Everything is slowly hitting her. She remembers what she told him that night and she could feel her heart going down to her stomach. "I'm so sorry." She runs her hands threw her hair and throws her head back on the couch.

"For what?" Hoseok stared at her "all you did was call me a drug dealer. "

"Augh." She drags as she fakes a bang on her head. "I'm sorry for that too! I." She finally gets the courage to look at him. "Look. I've just always been curious about you.. and I've heard things... I was just too scared to ask."

He looks into her eyes, he could tell she was speaking from her heart. "If you must know." He fixes Areums hair "I was dealing at a time in my life. My biological mother needed surgery and my father denied to supply. So I had too."

Areum listened intendly and Hoseok chuckled a bit "everything you heard about me was probably true. I'm not your perfect suit and tie guy." His eyes drift her her lips and defined collarbone. "The only reason I accepted that damn job was because of my mom. Her dying wish was for me to accept it. After all that she still died."

Areum heard him, she really did. He wasn't afraid to go against anyone, even though it was a bad choice it was his. He had his profound own freedom and achieved his own things... even though his ways were twisted but everytime he let out a small laugh she could feel her heart beating a mile a minute. She could feel his eyes mentally undressing her and even when it was silent it wasnt..

"But you. You are little miss innocent right?" He teased "you've never done anything that goes against what your parents say. Always in the modest outfits, cleanest makeup, even the way you speak is proficient"

"I..." Areum sighed, she didn't know of that was a compliment or. She could feel her cheeks getting red again. She hasn't experienced her own life yet.

"It's cute..." He kept caressing her face and lifted her chin. Yes, she still had an agonizing headache but it was as if everything stopped. "I'm guessing you called me because you wanted to change that?"

She was speechless but Hoseok was doing all the speaking for her "thats why I'm here... right princess?"

She meekly nodded her head, a part of her feeling guilty to admitting something she denied to heavily before.

"I will... but for right now I need you to rest." He picks her up and places her in bed. "Goodnight Areum."

That day over. Hoseok left but now she's waiting for him in a flowey lilac dress at a fancy rooftop restaurant she picked out. She really wanted to impress him today. She didn't see him at the shop so her anticipation to see him today was super high. Whenever she saw him it was as if she had a freedom. She chose him.. not anyone else. She did.

He finally shows up wearing a loose white button down and dress pants. "What a fancy place." He looks down at Areum and raises a brow.

As they sat it was silent. A lot of small talk as if they were just... buisness partners. Areum sipped her red wine.. maybe this wasn't gonna work. She couldn't think of a single word to say to him. Hoseok laughed a bit and got up. She finally spoke "are you leaving?"

"You clearly don't have good taste in restaurants so yeah." He extended his hand to her. "Lets go. I know a place not far from here."

She smiles as she took his hand. The elevator door opened for them and they were the only two going down. "I like your pearls." Hoseok complimented.

"Th-thank you." She gets the courage to compliment him back "I like your uh.. jawline."

There was a silence and they both laughed. The rest of the night was better.

Turned out the lady with a PhD owned a small cafe down the street that Hoseok helps out with. The waitress hands them their menus. Hoseok sits right by Areum, thigh on thigh as he points out to his favorites in the menu. He was very animated but not unnatural. She really loved getting to know him. His hands touched her as he leaned closer. "Yahhh." She blushed and giggles feeling his breath on her neck.

"You're such a hopeless romantic." He teased her more.

The night went on and they just visited local shops. Areum bought stupid souvenirs the small town had to offer. "Look! Imma a potato! Im your potato!" She turned to Hoseok with a potato hat and Hoseok smiled at the cashier a little embarrassed she had said it so loudly. "Okay Areum, let's go."

The night ended, it was very late. Areum texted Namjoon not to barge in tonight because she had something in mind... Hoseok had walked with her to her front door. He rested his shoulder on her door frame as he said his last goodbyes. "It was nice seeing you tonight. We should do this again."

"Mhm." Areum really couldn't focus on whatever this man was saying. He pushed all th right buttons today and his deep voice only pushed them in deeper. He continued on "so I guess I'll see you mnhm-!"

She couldn't help herself. She took him by the collar and gave him a deep kiss. She never had sex before but she was a good kisser... well.. at least she thought so.

Hoseok moaned as his firm being hands grasped her waist, pulling her closer. "Mm what a naughty girl we have?" He slightly pushed her into her house. Closing the door behind them he kissed her against the wall. Their tongues waltzing inside one another's mouths.

His hands ran up her curves , eager to just slip underneath her dress. He felt her dirty moans vibrating in his lips. "I wanna remember this." He smirks as he picks her up. He placed her on her kitchen counter and grabbed her thighs, intensly staring her down. His manhood was already hard and quite frankly, he's been hard ever since the date

A similar stare as hw had before in the coffee shop but more intimidating. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk anymore princess " his hands ran up her breast as his lips pranced around her neck finally sucking her sweet spot.

Kissing turned into stripping and Areum revealed to him a new black piece of lingerie, "mmyou were anticipating this?"

"Maybe.." areum giggled making hoseok laugh a little. She finally spoke again "but... I... never done anything like this before."

"Really?" Hoseok looked at her shocked

"Uh.. is that bad. I uhm-"

"No its just surprising. Your so beautiful..." He kissed her lips sweetly before continuing "if anytime you want me to stop or slow down." He kissed up her cheek "just say so baby. I'll go slow."

"Mhm" areum moaned.

Hoseok stopped and lookes into her eyes with a little chuckle "what did I say?"

"Hoseok.." Areum whines from his sudden stop.

"Come on Areum this is serious." He hummed and held her chin up so she could look directly in his eyes

"If I want you to stop... I just say so."

Hoseok nods and then touches her gently, throwing Areum way back.

He wanted to crack her code. She was more than what met the eye.. he just knew it. The night was fantastic towards both of them. They both wanted eachother. Areum wanting to have freedom like Hoseok and Hoseok wanted to do at least something right in his life like Areum but there was more to meet the eye in both of their lives...

As they gently carresed eachother in bed, taking care of eachother after their session they craved more.

There had to be more...

Authors note: and I definitely have more for this "series" if you're interested give me a shout out! The coming chapters will definitely be more detailed on the characters backstories and even more psychologically thrilling.

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