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switchundercover · 7 months

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Tickletober Day 4: Weak Spot

A/N: Hello hello everyone! I'm back with another spiderverse tk fic because I am not normal about spiderverse or tks (the fact that I say 'tks' should tell you everything you need to know-) ANYWAYS! I'm doing day 4 of tickletober, again with lee!hobie because I love this tall punk and he needs to be wrecked to hell and back. I've decided I'm not going to do every single day of tickletober, really just ones I feel like doing and have the motivation for. I realistically wouldn't be able to do every day anyways, as I'm fairly busy with school atm. Anyways, I won't take up anymore of your time, so just enjoy the fic! :D

TW: swearing, tickles

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It took a lot to shake Hobie Brown, a lot to catch him off guard, to make him tick. Not even counting the spidey-sense that he and every other spider-person had, it still took a lot to even mildly surprise him. All of his friends knew this, and they were driven mad by this fact.

Which led to now.

"Okay, so operation 'Finally surprise Hobie' is a go?" Miles asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Gwen and Pavitr. The three teenagers were located in the spider-society cafeteria, getting a bite to eat as they discussed their master plan. Pavitr shrugged, tilting his head to the side.

"Well," Pavitr began, drawing out the word. "We could do it after we eat.. but! I do have an idea on how we can really get him!" He beamed, a huge grin on his face. Miles and Gwen looked at Pavitr, a look of curiosity, but also a bit of mischief to it.

"Go on.." Gwen urged, her eyes shining with pure mischief.

"Okay.. so you guys don't know this, but..."

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Hobie chuckled as he saw Miles approach him, tilting his head to the side. Miles was running to Hobie with a sense of urgency, which spiked the punks curiosity. He gave Miles a small wave, looking down at the panting teenager.

"Ay Miles, watcha need? Seems urgent." Hobie said, giving Miles a small, yet curious grin. Miles wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead, straightening his slightly bent posture to look at Hobie. "Yeah, actually.. I.." Miles paused, taking a moment to catch his breath.. and also try his best to hide the growing smirk that was appearing on his face.

"Me.. Pav, Gwen.. we need your help." Miles said, quickly thinking up a story to elaborate on. "We lost one of Miguel's.. gadgets- don't ask why we have it- and we can't find it anywhere. Last I checked it was somewhere in Pav's room but.." Miles paused a second time, trying to make up a convincing enough story to fool Hobie, which was pretty damn hard with him usually being the main prankster of the group.

And yet, there was no elaboration needed, because Hobie was apparently none the wiser.

"Pfft. Sure, I'll help you guys out. You don't want Miguel on your ass for losin' something of his, lemme tell ya." He agreed, a low chuckle coming from the punk. Miles had to fight the huge mischievous grin that threatened to appear on his face, opting for a soft smile instead.

"Great, thanks man!" Miles said, bouncing on his heels. "Gwen and Pav are already in his dimension so I'll just.." Miles created a portal to Earth-50101 for him and Hobie, looking back at the punk before jumping in, with said punk following close behind.

Gwen's leg bounced as she sat on Pavitr's bed, looking up at the Indian Spider-Man with a slightly worried expression. "You know if we do this we're dead right?" Gwen said, looking around Pavitr's room almost haphazardly.

"Don't worry!" Pavitr reassured, cracking his knuckles in slight preparation. "If he's getting anyone back, it's me! This was my idea after all!" He added, looking to Gwen with a determined expression.

A portal in Pavitr's room opened suddenly, with Miles hopping out and Hobie right behind him, his hands in his vest pockets. Gwen looked to Miles, her expression practically asking Miles if Hobie bought the lie. Miles got the message and gave her a thumbs up when Hobie wasn't looking.

"Right, so, you lot ended up losin' one of Miguel's gadgets if I'm not mistaken?" Hobie asked, raising an eyebrow at the three teenagers in front of him. Miles nodded, praying that Gwen and Pavitr did the same. Miles internally cursed himself for not telling Gwen and Pavitr what lie he came up before hand, but he let out an internal sigh of relief when Gwen began to speak.

"Uh.. yeah. Lost it somewhere in Pav's room.." Gwen said, pretending to look underneath Pavitr's bed in search for the gadget they 'lost'. Hobie chuckled and actually began looking for this not-really-lost gadget, looking at the higher shelves that were in Pavitr's room. While Hobie wasn't looking, Miles gave Pavitr and Gwen a huge grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Gwen and Pavitr returned the mischievous expression, all of them looking to Hobie with a devilish smirk.

An idea brewed in Miles' mind, walking over to Hobie and trying to hide the devilish grin on his face. "Is it not up here?" Miles asked, looking up to Hobie. "Uh.. don't think so." Hobie replied, sighing as he looked down at Miles. "Alright.. thanks, by the way." Miles added, giving Hobie a small poke or two to the torso as thanks, also just to check if Hobie reacted.

Hobie didn't even flinch.

Miles internally sighed at the lack of a reaction, going back to Gwen and Pavitr, who were pretending to look for the gadget. Miles bent down to Pavitr's level, the teen pretending to look in a few drawers.

"I thought you said he was ticklish?" Miles whispered, keeping his tone incredibly soft so Hobie wouldn't hear. "He is! You just gotta know where to poke!" Pavitr replied, giving Miles a poke to the ribs to prove his point. Miles squeaked and jumped back, lightly slapping Pavitr's arm. "Well where do I poke?" Miles asked, widening his eyes as another way to ask for further elaboration.

Pavitr couldn't help but giggle, cocking his head to the side. "Here.. give me a second.."

Pavitr walked up to Hobie, grabbing his hands rather quickly and dragging him closer to the middle of the room. Hobie let out a small yelp, stumbling on his feet from the sudden movement. "Pav, what're you doin'? If you needed help over here you coulda shouted for me." Hobie said, looking at Pavitr with a mildly confused expression. His expression only grew more confused when Pavitr started giggling, and also when Gwen and Miles looked up from where they were 'searching'.

Gwen and Miles had to stop themselves from giggling, both of them covering their mouths with their hands. Pavitr looked towards Gwen and Miles, not even being able to hide the mischief in his eyes. "I'll let you guys take the lead, I feel like it's not as fun if I tell you guys where he's ticklish!"

Hobie's eyes widened very slightly, covering up his mild nervousness with a smirk and a laugh. "Ha! That's funny you guys, that's bloody hilarious! I'm not even ticklish." He said, his tone as smug as ever. Miles, Gwen, and especially Pavitr didn't buy the lie, with Pavitr shaking his head and chuckling. "C'mon Hobie! You can't keep up that facade forever! They had to find out eventually!" Pavitr giggled, a slightly teasing lilt to his voice. The tone of Pavitr's voice made Hobie's stomach do flips, but he would never admit it out loud. The punk took a step back, the first crack in his confident facade.

"There isn't a missing gadget is there? you lot tricked me, is that it?" Hobie's questions were met with more giggling, which Hobie assumed meant 'Yeah, we tricked you and you fell for it'.

"It was Pav's idea!" Miles was quick to blame, pointing a finger at Pavitr before anything else. Pavitr shrugged in response, looking at Miles before returning his attention to Hobie. "I know you're gonna destroy me after this, but in my opinion this is worth it!"

Miles was the first to pounce, tackling Hobie to the ground and relentlessly scratching at his stomach, seeing how the punk would react. Hobie was a bit surprised by the sudden display of strange that ended up literally sweeping the punk off his feet. He was also surprised by the bold move by Miles' fingernails scratching and scribbling at his torso, a choked giggle coming from the punk.

"I'm not ticklish mate. Give it up.." Hobie said, turning his head to the side as he felt the tiniest giggle build up inside of him. Pavitr could be heard chuckling, once again shaking his head as he looked at Hobie.

"Here, I'll give you guys a hint! There's one really ticklish spot on his body! Once you find that, he'll start going crazy!" Pavitr grinned, watching Hobie begin to squirm underneath Miles' weight. Seeing Miles struggle to stay on top of Hobie, Gwen quickly moved to sit on his thighs, her back facing Miles. Pavitr thought it was only fair if he didn't interfere, as he already knew every little spot on Hobie's body that made him crack, opting to just watch Gwen and Miles figure it out themselves.

"Sorry Hobie, you kind of deserve this, let's be honest." Miles moved his fingers to Hobie's sides as Gwen's sharp nails began working on Hobie's legs, starting at his thighs. Hobie found it a bit harder to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips, but he managed to hide them pretty well.

"I thought I told you guys-! I'm not ticklish!" Hobie said, his tone becoming a bit more high-pitched as he let out the softest giggle. Hobie squirmed underneath Miles and Gwen's weight, finding it surprisingly hard to wiggle out from underneath them. Miles and Gwen didn't buy what came out of Hobie's mouth, instead continuing to relentlessly tickle Hobie as Pavitr watched, the boy giggling at Hobie's expense.

Miles and Gwen grinned widely at the tiny giggle that came from Hobie, now knowing they had to persist, and find that aforementioned sweet spot that Pavitr told them about. Gwen and Miles' hands worked in an unpredictable fashion, keeping Hobie guessing where they would strike next. Miles' hands ruthlessly clawed at Hobie's stomach, trying to find the softest spots on his torso, and Gwen's fingernails scraped along his thighs, occasionally moving a bit lower, right next to his knee. This is where Gwen noticed something, where she noticed Hobie would tense up and squirm around a bit more whenever she got to close to his knees. Gwen nudged Miles' shoulder with her own, urging him to look at her.

"Hey, Miles.." Gwen whispered, a devilish smirk on her face. Miles looked behind him to see Gwen, his fingers still squeezing and scribbling Hobie's torso as if it was a usual thing he did that didn't require any extra thought. (Miles would now want it to be a usual thing if it meant Hobie reacted in the honestly adorable way that he did.)

"Yeah? Did you find something?" Miles grinned, his eyes sparkling at the idea. Gwen nodded and pointed to Hobie's knee, circling one finger around his kneecap. Hobie's leg jerked as he put a hand to his mouth, his squirming only increasing as he tried to get the two teenagers off of him.

"You little- pfft-! S-stop that!" Hobie attempted to bark out an insult, but ended up fighting back a squeak as Gwen began scribbling along his knee. Hobie grit his teeth and made an attempt to kick his legs out, but his attempt at doing so were only met with more tickles. Miles decided that it'd be a good idea to help Gwen out, the two teens sitting on each of Hobie's legs and skittering their fingers along Hobie's knees.

Hobie did a pretty decent job at hiding his giggles, which disappointed Miles and Gwen, who both looked to Pavitr for help. Pavitr chuckled in response and pointed to his own knee, but pointed to the backside as opposed to the front. Gwen's and Miles' eyes widened in response, their grins growing impossibly wider as they wasting no time and started scratching along the backsides of Hobie's knees.

Hobie actually screamed.

"PFFTHAHAHAHAHAHA-! YOU LITTLE SHIHIHIHITS!! STOP THAHAHAHAT!" Hobie screeched, throwing his head back as he dissolved into loud cackles. Miles and Gwen's grins grew incredibly wide, and Pavitr could be heard giggling and clapping his hands.

"Well, you guys got close.. but in the end I still had to help!" Pavitr chuckled, shuffling over to Hobie. Pavitr smirked and began scribbling at Hobie's stomach, earning louder laughter from the punk. "F-FUHUHAHACK PAHAV-! STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAT!!" Hobie begged, his eyes stained with mirthful tears.

Pavitr in fact, did not stop, knowing that Hobie would only actually need a break if he stopped resisting, which he wasn't in the slightest. Hobie kicked and thrashed underneath the weight of Miles and Gwen, and he also weakly batted at Pavitr's arms, it didn't do much to deter the thirty fingers that were scratching at his body as fast as possible, but it was worth a shot right?

"Wow, Hobie. And I thought you said you weren't ticklish.." Miles said, continuing to scratch behind Hobie's knee with one hand, and looking down at his other hand as a cruel idea flicked into his mind. Hobie's only response was flipping Miles off, being to incapacitated from his laughter to do anything else. Gwen chuckled as she saw Hobie give Miles the finger, experimentally squeezing the skin underneath Hobie's knee, only to be met with more cackles and shrieks.

A few sparks of blue electricity flicked across Miles' fingers, a wide smirk appearing on his face. Miles stopped tickling Hobie, and zapped the skin underneath his knee with one finger, all the electricity he charged up going straight to Hobie. The feeling didn't hurt in the slightest, in fact, Hobie would argue it did the exact opposite as he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched shriek.

"MILES-!! FUHUHUCKIN STAHAP- SHIHIHIT NOT AGAHAIN-! NAHAHAHAHAHA MILES!" Hobie screamed as Miles zapped behind his knee a second time, his eyes shut as mirthful tears began to fall down his face. Hobie's squirming lessened significantly, the only thing the punk had the energy to was laugh, and even his own laughter was beginning to go silent. Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr noticed this, and they all slowly came to a stop, looking down at the panting Hobie.

"You alright? We didn't kill you did we?" Gwen asked, her tone mostly teasing, but with a slight hint of genuine worry. Hobie shook his head, giving Gwen a shaky thumbs up.

"N-nah.. I'm fine.." Hobie replied, still stuck in a fit of giggles. Hobie put the back of his hand to his forehead, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the lingering tingles that stayed on his body even after the three teenagers pulled their hands away.

Once Hobie regained enough energy, he sighed, lifting his head up slightly. "Could you guys.. get offa me?" Hobie asked, being met with two nods and Gwen and Miles getting off of Hobie. Hobie sat up, and as if he hadn't lost a single bit of energy, sprung up to his feet, wiping his eyes as laughter-induced tears still stained them. The three other teens in the room followed Hobie, each and every one of them springing up to their feet with similar energy.

"Right.. now if I remember correctly, Miles said you were the instigator behind all this, right Pav?" Hobie asked, cracking his knuckles and looking at Pavitr with an expression that said 'I'm gonna tickle the shit out of you.'

Pavitr responded with a nervous giggle, gingerly backing up from where Hobie stood. "W-well.. Miles and Gwen did agree to it, so.." Pavitr stammered, trying to convince Hobie to go after the other two instead.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm gettin' em back later. But for now.."

"H-hobie-! W-wait, wait wait- HOHOHOHOHOHOBIE-!"

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#tickle #tickles #atsv tickles #atsv tickle #across the spiderverse tickles #lee!hobie #ler!miles #ler!gwen #ler!pavitr #hobie needs to be wrecked /a #noticing a servere lack of gwen in tk fics and i won't stand for it

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almostkoo · 4 years

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pairings: jung hoseok x oc

summary: oc notices something strange about hoseok, their friend who’s normally upbeat and cheerful suddenly things start going left quickly in the middle of using a ouija board for fun with friends things get really weird really quick

word count: 2.0k

warnings: language, mentions of wine, a switchblade is mentioned a few times, demon possession

authors note: fifth story!! of spooktober i hope you guys don’t mind i threw in one of my favorite kpop girlies, i love her so much. this is my first time in general really trying to write something “scary”, i hope i did well i didn’t want to overdo it! i hope you guys enjoy !

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You, Hoseok, Jungkook and Nayeon stood outside the door leading to the basement of you and Hoseok’s shared house. Anxiety washed over your being and clung to you like a wet blanket. You couldn’t shake the fear that something bad was going to happen. Standing in the back of everything gave you a better view of everyone. Jungkook was dressed in all black (with the exception of his pink bunny slippers on his feet), Hoseok dressed in his pajamas and Nayeon dressed comfortably in an oversized shirt and joggers.

The impromptu “seance” that was about to be performed in the basement interrupted everyone. Nayeon and Hoseok who were in the middle of doing sheet masks and you in the kitchen pouring up refills of wine for everyone while Jungkook had disappeared moments before only to return with a ouija board.

Now here you were Jungkook with the ouija board tucked under one arm and his hand on the door knob waiting for everyone’s approval to open the door.

“Jungkook, why are we doing this?” Nayeon asked.

“Why not? Y/n and Hoseok say their house is haunted. What better time to investigate than at a slumber party with their friends? Especially during spooky season? The more the merrier!” He smiled.

“Our house isn’t haunted. Ghosts don’t exist, you clown. It’s probably old water pipes or some shit making all those weird noises.” You grumbled.

“Water pipes? Okay what about all the moaning Hoseok heard? Or the last time Nayeon was here and someone wrote in her lipstick on the bathroom mirror while she was showering?” Jungkook questioned. You sighed loudly to make a point on how exhausted you were with the back and forth discourse between you and Jungkook on whether or not the house was haunted.

“I feel like you want our house to be haunted.” you said.

“No but if it is you both need to get the hell out of dodge before shit starts getting real. The lipstick on the mirror would’ve been enough to send me flying out the house.”

“Same and I normally stay out of this whole ghost discussion but.. that’s really odd Y/n you can’t even lie.” Nayeon stated. You glanced over at Hoseok who was turned away from you, picking at the hem of his shirt. You and Hoseok had been living in your current home for three months and about two weeks into your stay things started getting extremely weird. From you finding him standing out on the balcony in the pouring rain, the weird arts and crafts figurines he would make and that one time you found him ready to take a bite out of a raw steak out the fridge.

But he passed that last one off as him being drunk.

You didn’t believe in ghosts or demons or really too much supernatural stuff. But the strange behaviors that Hoseok had been portraying alarmed you. You weren’t quite sure what exactly was going on. You hadn’t seen him smile in weeks and it was worrying.

“Fuck it. If we’re doing this can we go on and do it because I really wanna get back to my wine.” you whined. Jungkook opened the door, reaching for the light switch. Only to flick it and realize the light in the basement wasn’t working.

“How much weirder could this shit get.” you heard Jungkook mumble under his breath, fumbling in his pocket for his phone. You all slowly stepped down the stairs. Taking a look around the basement it was fairly empty except a pair of skis and other miscellaneous belongings split between you both.

Jungkook cleared a spot in the middle of the floor. The only light was from the small basement windows lining the walls.

“Do you not owe any candles or a lantern?” Jungkook asked.

“Hoseok has some of those boring non scented ones in the kitchen cabinet above the stove.” You glanced over at Nayeon who quickly started shaking her head and waving her hands.

“No. Hell no. Don’t make me go up there.”

“Nayeon please.”

“What if I run up there and then the spooky ghost haunting you gets me ?”

“It won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t. But like we haven’t been harmed yet.”

She stomped her feet. “If something happens I’m haunting everyone here.” Nayeon dashed up the steps. Hearing a little bit of shuffling before she came back carrying as many candles as she could.

“You’re lucky I remembered the lighter while I was up there because that trip wasn’t happening again.” You lit all of the candles before settling and sitting down. Hoseok, blank faced had already sat down as soon as you all made it down the steps scooted closer to you all.

“Alright let’s get it.” Jungkook took the ouija board out of its box, putting the planchette on the board. You eyes the box.

“A fucking ouija from mattel is supposed to potentially tell us if this house is haunted?” You questioned.

“Where did you get this from? Target?” Nayeon asked.

Jungkook sighed, scratching at the sides of his hair.

“And if I did? Where else would I get it from? Amazon? Jeff Bezos isn’t seeing a dime of my Starbucks checks” He scoffed “look I'm sure you know how this whole ouija thing is supposed to go. Just like in the movies two fingers on the planchette. We say hello and don’t finish until we say goodbye. No moving the planchette for fun. I will have a heart attack and Jeon Jungkook will no longer exist. Alright?” Jungkook stated. You and Nayeon nodded.

Placing your two fingers on the planchette, followed by everyone else. So it began.

“Hello. Hi spirits we have questions.” Jungkook said, looking around the room. Nayeon hit his arm. Jungkook gave a quizzical look.

“Is that really how you’re gonna ask the higher powers?” she asked.

“I don’t know how the fuck else to address them. Hi spirits. Are you there?” he questioned. You looked around the room, watching your friends facial expressions. The mild drunk feeling that was over you quickly made you sober up as the air seemed to get colder around you.

The planchette slowly started moving towards the top left corner, the small glass hovering above the “yes”.

“Before we continue. Is anyone fucking with me right now?” Jungkook mumbled.

“No I swear I’m not.” Nayeon stated.

“No.” You all looked at Hoseok who was staring at the board blank, as if he wasn’t looking at anything in the first place.

“I think he’s drunk. Maybe he had too much wine. You know he’s a lightweight.” Nayeon cracked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Hoseok lacked the permanent blush he seemed to have when he did drink too much. But the glossy look to his eyes still remained. You shrugged it off but the look he had was eerily similar to the one he had on the night you found him on the balcony.

“Ask another question, Jungkook.” you said.

“Okay umh. Let’s just get to it. Are there any spirits lingering in this house?” The temperature dropped, causing a slight shiver to escape Nayeon. The planchette jerked back and circled back around to “yes”.

“I’m gonna be sick.” Nayeon whispered. “Jungkook are you fucking with us?”

“What? No! I swear to the heavens I wouldn’t fuck with you guys on something like this! I’m not moving it.” he said, both sets of eyes laid on you.

“Now y’all both know good and well I don’t even believe in this shit why would I fuck with you with this?” You said, borderline offended at them.

“Because that’s what non believers always do.” Jungkook stated.

“I’m a non believer not an asshole. Keep asking it questions.” you grumbled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Is there anything you want from this house?” The planchette pushed back, before slowly moving back to yes. You started sweating and the basement getting chillier by the second didn’t help as you tried to resist the full body chill that threatened to shake through you.

“What do you want?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. The planchette moved slow once again, going from letter to letter. You, Nayeon and Jungkook looked on.

H-O-S-E-O-K

You heard Nayeon gasp from the side of you. While your jaw just parted. Jungkook froze in his spot, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

“I don’t think I want to play this anymore.” Your eyes shot up to Hoseok, who looked at Jungkook with a wicked grin on his face.

“Uh Hobi. We can wrap up. But can you stop looking at me like that?” Jungkook said, a shake to his words.

Nayeon stared Hoseok down. “Something’s not right here.”

“What’s the matter, Nayeon? Aren’t we all playing a game?” Hoseok turned in her direction.

“Jungkook, wrap this shit up now.” You instructed, keeping your eyes on Hoseok.

Before Jungkook could open his mouth, he suddenly flung backwards into the wall. The candles went out.

“I said I didn’t want to play anymore.” through the soft moonlight filtering through the windows you could see Hoseok stand up. You and Nayeon shuffled back against the wall. A few feet away from where Jungkook laid unconscious. Nayeon shuffled with her phone, the screen light illuminating her features. You could see the tears streaking her cheeks. The flashlight turned on shining on Hoseok; his soft brown eyes were now cold and empty, a black void.

“What the fuck are you?” Nayeon yelled, struggling to keep her cool.

“What do you think I am?” He questioned, stalking towards you.

“Stay the fuck away from us! I mean it!” You shouted. The fear you felt ran through your veins icy and cold. Making you want to curl up and wish the situation away.

Hoseok reached in his pocket, pulling out a small switchblade.

“I think it’s time to slice, I’m sorry I mean spice things up.”

You threw yourself in front of Nayeon, remaining firm despite her protests asking you to move.

“Aw isn’t this cute? You want to protect your friend.” Hoseok’s lips curved into his signature heart shaped smile. One that normally wanted your heart, filled you with even more dread than possible. That smile didn’t belong to him. It. Whatever was in your best friend.

Hoseok rolled his eyes, the smile dropping from his face as quick as it showed up. “I don’t even remember the last time I had friends.” He walked towards you and Nayeon, who’s hands gripped your shoulders. Preparing for the worst you closed your eyes.

Suddenly another voice filled the basement. You opened your eyes, there stood Jungkook your knight in shining armor. Well more like knight in plaid pajamas but attire was besides the point. You watched as Jungkook held his hands up muttering words in foreign language as Hoseok froze rigid, slowly lifting off the ground. The switchblade falling from his grip. A dark purple smoke escaped his mouth before shattering one of the glass windows. Hoseok’s body slumped to the ground and Jungkook dropped to his knees.

You got up running to Hoseok to check him out. Holding a finger up under his nose to feel soft air leave him. You draped yourself over him as he slowly stirred.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jung Hoseok never in your life get possessed by a demon again. I’ve never been more fucking scared before.”

Hoseok looked at you confused as he sat up, rubbing at his head.

“I don’t even know what’s going on. Last thing I remember was trying to figure out where to hang my jackets in my closet.” He said. That must mean he was possessed for a while. You frowned at the thought.

Jungkook and Nayeon walked over to you. Jungkook wiping his bloody nose on the back of his sleeve.

“You mind sharing where you learned that neat little trick?” You asked.

“My grandfather is a priest. Stuff like that kinda runs in the family.” Jungkook tilted his head back pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Am I going to be fine?” Hoseok asked, fear laced in his words.

“Yeah you might just not remember the past few months. But that demon is gone. Sent back to where the foul bastard came from.” Jungkook said.

“I am literally never spending the night here ever again. Not even for a million dollars.” Nayeon said.

“That’s a lie you’ll be back.” You chuckled.

“Make it two and maybe I will.” She smiled.

#hoseok drabbles #hoseok fics #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts drabbles #hoseok x reader #bts fic recs #hoseok fic recs #bts fanfic #bts reader insert

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mininky · 5 years

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Crash Landing

Summary: Jung Hoseok. Notorious hot dude on campus. Excellent dancer. Bad boy. Tattoos. Your best friend’s older brother. There were a lot of reasons why he was a terrible idea. Scratch that, fucking awful life ruining idea. But hey, you’re here to win ‘dumbest idea of the century’ award apparently.

Pairing: Dancer!Hoseok x Uni Student!reader (fem)

Genre: Slow Burn, best friend’s older brother AU, Uni AU, smut, romance

Warnings: mentions of divorce, mentions of Hobi having been cheated on, protected sex, oral sex (fem. receiving), Hoseok with tattoos

Word Count: 13.4K

Meeting Hoseok had been a freak event unlike anything else in your mostly uneventful life, and in that way, it was completely fitting. He had quite literally stumbled into your life. Well, crash landed is more like it. While seated on a bench spacing out into another dimension that was void of any sentient thought after finals he had face planted into the bush right next to you. You're not sure how long you'd been sitting there on the bench, possibly long enough to grow moss, and really you didn't think that anything could get you to move from your spot. You were on the fast track to becoming a Buddhist monk until Hoseok's ill-timed passing out had finally gotten you to move. At a lightning speed that you didn't think was possible after five finals back to back in one day fueled by sheer willpower and too much caffeine to be safe for human consumption you were next to him.

You had been convinced at the lack of protest or noise at falling face first into a very thorny bush that the man had most certainly died. Fight or flight responses had miraculously kicked on and as adrenaline surged the first thing you thought to do instead of asking him if he was okay was to slap his face as hard as possible. He groaned but otherwise didn't stir until you started to pull out your phone with trembling hands to call 911. You recognized him as his hands suddenly came up to move the phone away with surprising strength. The man you were sure was dying in front of you was none other than Jung Hoseok. Your best friend's older brother, who normally looked the spitting image of the sun and good health in all of the pictures you'd seen of him but now looked closer to a strung out druggy who took one hit too many. You've also noticed that he has a ton of tattoos that weren't in any of the pictures you've seen of him. Intricate poke and needle types, all littered around his arms.

"Holy shit, Hoseok?" He groaned again before struggling to sit up, hand clawing away some leaves and thorns stuck in his hair.

"Please don't call 911. I don't have insurance. Just tired. Please let me sleep." With that, his head slumped back with an unnervingly loud thwack on the concrete.

You had a few options at this point. Option #1: Leave and just let him possibly die of a concussion after hitting his head that hard Option #2: call your best friend and let her know that her brother is dying and won't let you call 911 because of his lack of health insurance Option #3: slap him again, try to get him to move and drag him back to wherever he lives Option #4 (should probably be the first but your brain is fried and adrenaline is a hell of a drug): call 911 anyways and then be forced to work three jobs and drop out of school to pay the medical bills you've forced on him Option #5: try to drag him yourself back to your dorm which is only a short distance from the very bench you've been spacing out at.

You went with a combination of option five and three. In which you slapped him (open-palmed and left a beautiful red mark behind and your palm stinging unpleasantly) and forced him to get up. In a bizarre zombie state he slumped over your shoulder and it took you the longest fifteen minutes of your life to finally get into your dorm and throw him into your bed. Now you'd like to lie and say that at this point you tried to give some sort of shitty and iffy medical aid, but your own exhaustion had taken over and you'd fallen asleep slumped at the edge of your bed only five minutes later.

It was hours later that you'd finally woken up to the sound of Hoseok stirring and groaning before freaking out at his unknown surroundings. "Where the fuck am I? Who are you? What the fuck is going on?"

"Wow, first of all, I'd appreciate a thank you for carrying your deceptively heavy ass up three flights of stairs when you were mostly unconscious. Second of all, I'm (Y/N), your knight in shining armor and also I happen to be Sam's best friend. You biffed it face first into a bush and told me not to call 911 and that you just needed to sleep. So after slapping you...twice actually...I carried you into my room." You wipe away a few crusties from your eyes as you look at the man in front of you.

He's unnervingly handsome. In a way that makes you wonder how humans can be created his way. Perfectly well-shaped nose, a jaw that's both soft and chiseled, pouty lips, hair that flops in that painfully sexy disheveled way that some men spend hours to get just so for a picture on Instagram but refuse to admit that they did, eyes that hold a hint of playful mystery in their murky brown gaze. Even with bags under his eye and lackluster pallor from finals week he still looks like he deserves sculptures and shrines dedicated to him.

But the real sucker punch gut-wrenching charm was his laugh. The way his eyes crinkled up and perfect teeth shined as he heard this news had all the breath forced out of you slowly like a careful pinprick to a balloon. You should have known then that nothing good could come from Jung Hoseok. You should have known. But instead, you just stared up at him the floor like you were staring straight at the sun. So dazzlingly beautiful that looking right at it caused physical pain, although looking at him didn't cause you to sneeze at least.

"Well, thank you for saving me oh knight in shining armor. Also, sorry for bailing every time Sam asks me to hang out with you guys. But you know, if the guys see me hanging out with freshman girls there will be inevitable questions and then I'll have to fight a horde of douchebags to protect my sister or whatever so really I've been doing you guys a favor." He gets up from the bed, carefully so as to not kick you straight in the face as you scramble off your knees and walk over to the door with him. "Oh, and do me a favor. Don't tell my sister. As far as you're concerned this never happened and you never met me."

Just like that Hosoek was gone, as if he hadn't stumbled face first into a bush and nearly died. As if he hadn't made your finals addled brain nearly short circuit and all the breath leave your lungs from simply laughing. You kept your end of the bargain. You never told Sam what happened. Partially because you were convinced that it never did actually happen. You were sure that you had conjured up an obscure illusion or that it all had been some sort of strange dream. Until you met Hoseok again that is.

It would be another three months before you would be destined to see Hoseok again. This time he would have that natural glow back to his skin, and the bags under his eyes were gone. Sam had dragged you to the coffee shop he worked at, fueled with a rage that was rather unnatural for her as she slammed into the quiet business with steam coming out of her ears and foam around the mouth as she tore into her brother with little care of innocent bystanders in her path. "Oy, you. You think you're too good to text me back asshole?"

"Sam, not now. I'm working." He glanced at the one lone customer sitting at the worn leather couch three feet away who was staring openly at the debacle unfolding in front of him.

"It's always not now! You're always too busy for me!" You made the mistake of trying to slip away, but Sam was too quick for you. She grabbed your hand before lighting back into her brother. "It's one thing to skip out on me, but really? Skipping out on dinner with mom last night?"

"Shit, that was last night? I thought that was supposed to be tonight. God, I'm so sorry Sammy, I promise I'll make it up to you and mom. I promise."

The beast would not be tamed, however. Sam, you're typically sweet best friend had a side to her that luckily rarely showed. The angry side. The side that could be heard across the county. The side that would slash all your tires. "Well, you fucking better Jung Hoseok." With that, she turned around and dragged you out of the coffee shop while you tried mouthing 'I'm so sorry' to the bewildered and painfully embarrassed Hoseok.

Sam would later explain that she brought you along for the wild ride for two reasons. First, so you could stop her from committing a crime. Secondly, but most importantly, because you were the one with a car and she didn't want to pay for an uber over to the coffee shop.

You know that in her heart of hearts Sam was angrier at the general shit show her family had turned into than Hoseok per se. He had just been the one closest in proximity and therefore the line of fire. Her parents were getting divorced, her family falling apart, and Hoseok had just kind of ghosted her. Bullshit reasons about fighting off the guys or whatever that had been earlier weren't good enough. She was angry at being abandoned. By her parents, by her brother, by the world. College was supposed to be the start of freedom, but for her, it had started in shambles. The two of you hadn't known each other before university, but you were in the same major and worked at the same small used bookstore and had fast become friends and then inseparable best friends. She spent more nights than you could count on the floor of your dorm just to get away from it all, and because you had lucked out and gotten the smallest room that was honestly more like a closet and could only house one bed so you had no roommate.

After that incident, she had broken into a fit of angry tears in your room and explained all of this to you. A word vomit of pain, anger, and angst. This all should have done something to dispell Hoseok to you, and yet it hadn't. Instead, you wondered what was going on in his head. You were curious about how and why he had withdrawn from his sister when she explained that before he went away to school they were closer than close. That he had always been her protector, her best friend. Sure they fought, they were siblings after all, but they were each other's rocks. Until he was just gone. And she thought going to the same school as him would fix it. Instead, the distance somehow felt larger now. So close in proximity but emotionally miles and miles away. Again, this should have shattered the perfect image of Hoseok that had been crafted in your brain after that odd encounter months ago but instead, it lent depths and layers to the man that made you want to peel everything back and study it closely.

The third time you would meet Hoseok would be proof that the first encounter had, in fact, happened. It was two in the morning approximately a month later. You stumbled out of bed in a zombie state, sure that the only person who could possibly be knocking on your door this late at night could be Sam. It wasn't (unfortunately) entirely uncommon with her insane sleep schedule. So when you swung the door open in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear you could feel all color drain from your face at the sight of a very tired and sweaty Hoseok standing in front of you.

"I know this is going to sound really weird, but my girlfriend and I broke up and I've been crashing couches but my friend has someone over tonight so then I tried sleeping in the library but it was just too uncomfortable so would you mind if I crash here? I noticed last time you didn't have a roommate. I can take the floor." Now you had two options at this point. (You're too tired to come up with 5 this time, thank god it was a lot of work having to detail your thoughts last time. You really should stop overthinking, I'm a little worried for you at this point. Sorry, I'll get back to the story.) Option #1: slam the door on his face and crawl back into bed. You don't technically know him and it's not your problem. Option #2: have pity on this painfully good-looking man and kiss a decent night's sleep goodbye because lord knows you won't be able to sleep when he's in the same room as you a second time.

You went with option number two. Who are you kidding, you aren't evil enough to go with option number one. You just pray that his new distance with his sister and break up with his girlfriend isn't because he's actually secretly a serial killer and is going to chop you up into tiny bits. Although...on the plus side of that...no student loans!

You opened the door wider and stepped off to the side. Covering your mouth for any offending morning breath as you spoke. "Sure, I've got an extra pillow and blanket too." You wanted to say more. There were so many questions about this random appearance, but really you didn't feel it was very polite to ask any of them. Not that knocking on the door of a near stranger at two in the morning to see if you can crash there is polite, but really one of you needs to respect boundaries. Right?

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. Free coffee and baked goodies for life when I'm on shift. I promise." He stretched and let out a loud yawn as you tried to grab a pillow and blanket for him without bending over. He took them from your hands gingerly and you watched him try to get comfortable on the floor before you turned around, shut off the light, and crawled back into bed.

You tried counting sheep. You tried doing simple math. You tried willing sleep to come. But everything brought your thoughts back around in a vicious cycle to the man laying on your floor. The man you knew almost nothing about. Save that he was your best friend's older brother, worked in a coffee shop, and went to the same school as you. Dance major, and that had earned him being cut off from his family financially if you remembered correctly. But that doesn't mean you know him. You've never actually had a proper conversation with him.

At the sound of you stirring in bed once again you can hear his gravely voice from the floor calling out to you. "Can't sleep (y/n)?"

You thought about playing dead or asleep or whatever. But figured there was no point. So instead you mumbled a quiet, "yeah."

"Me neither. Can't sleep for shit lately." He pauses for a moment before sighing. "I'm sorry for just showing up here. I know we don't know each other, but I wasn't sure where else to go."

"Nah, it's cool. Mi casa es su casa." You can hear him give one of those small snort laughs, the kind that's more like a loud exhale through the nose, and you can feel little butterflies start to hit your ribcage.

"Well, I really appreciate it." You wait for a moment before calling out to him.

"Are you okay, Hosoek?"

"Ah, the million dollar question. I don't know. Are any of us?" There's something about the way his brooding words contrast sharply with his typically sunny appearance that has your heart singing. All of those layers around his heart built up like an impenetrable fortress has your curiosity in overdrive. It's not a safe place, you know that. But there's something about Hoseok that just lights things up around you.

You've never been interested in another man this way. Every single person you've ever dated or hooked up with has been out of convenience. You were actually starting to question if you were some subcategory of Asexual. If there was a sexual category for people who couldn't hold romantic interest but did still get horny. That's a thing right? Aromantic? But Hoseok, now Hoseok is the type of guy that you can picture curled up next to after sex tracing at all of his tattoos and talking about everything and nothing for hours at a time. The type of guy that makes you start to understand why high school crushes are so painful. And you know it's slightly irrational. You know next to nothing about him, but god do you want to. If you could change your major to Hoseok you fucking would.

After a long pause, he starts talking again. His voice hoarser, as if he's trying to hold back tears. Or maybe he is crying, you can't tell in the dark. "No, I'm not okay. And I don't think I have been for a really long time. My parents weren't exactly the loving type. I tried my best to be there for Sam, but the moment I could get my freedom I took it. I rebelled, and my father cut me off for it as I'm sure she told you. But I didn't care. I was finally free. I was finally doing what I wanted, and I met this girl. I thought she was the love of my life. The one, you know? Listen, I don't normally give good advice but never date someone who tattoos you because it's going to end and you're going to wish that you didn't get all of them from her. I used to go into the shop just to see her. And then we started dating. And then she started cheating. And now we're not together and I don't have a place to live and it's middle of the year so I can't do dorms again and apartments are way too expensive. My boss said he'll give me the room in the back of the coffee shop tomorrow after he clears everything out, so at least after tonight I'll have a place to stay. But everything's a mess. My family is a mess, I'm a giant fucking mess, my grades have been slipping lately and I might lose my scholarships, and I've been homeless for a week now."

Why did you have to really like the guy with all the baggage? The one with neon blinking signs that say 'no trespassing!' The best friend's older brother who has serious emotional issues to hammer out who's spilling his guts to a near stranger at three in the morning? And why is it that you have the emotional skills of a fucking rock at this moment? "Wow, that fucking sucks man." Really, that's all you can muster up? You tack on, "I'm sorry," for good measure.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. I'm sorry for dumping this all on you. I uh...I don't usually talk about this kind of stuff. To anyone. I guess you're just easy to talk to."

"You should try talking more about it. It's not healthy to keep it all bottled in, you know?" You can hear him shuffle on the pillow, nodding his head you assume while you try not to squeal when he said you were easy to talk to.

"How's Sam doing by the way? I've been a really shitty brother..."

"Good right now. She had a few mental breakdowns, but she's on the quick road to recovery. She's taking the family falling apart in stride. She said that she kind of always knew this would happen, I think the harder thing has been the lack of contact with you. But don't worry, I won't tell her anything you told me. Just...talk to her when you're ready." You pause for a moment, trying to organize your thoughts before you add softly, "you know it's not always a bad thing for something to fall apart. Think of this as a new clean slate. There's still plenty of time this semester to pull your grades back up. And like you said you've got a place to stay lined up. And your parents...well there's nothing you can do about that. It honestly sounds like it was all for the better from the stories I've heard. Just...work on things one at a time. Don't try to do everything at once because then you won't do anything. And if things ever feel overwhelming like I said, mi casa es su casa. Think of me as like the emergency friend therapist or whatever."

"Thanks (y/n)..." You can feel your cheeks heat up from the tone of his quiet voice and pray that your voice doesn't sound too squeaky when you call out a quiet goodnight.

The next morning Hoseok is already gone by the time you wake up at ten. He's folded up the blanket and left a note on top of the pillow. "(y/n), thanks again for everything. If you ever need anything just let me know. (###) ###-####. -Hobi."

It wasn't fair the way your heart hammered away first thing in the morning. It also was admittedly really creepy that the next thing you did was pick up the blanket to see if it smelled like him. It did. And you very much approve of his cologne choice. It's woodsy and citrusy and you're incredibly thankful that no one is around to see your face buried in the blanket. After your brain clicks back on and you realize that you're a certifiable creep at this point you slowly enter him as a contact. A strange, unfamiliar part of you wanted to give him some cutesy name but you realize how bizarre that would look and instead you simply enter him in as 'Hoseok' with no additional heart emojis.

Part of you really wants to text him. Perhaps use the excuse of checking up on him, because you were actually really curious. There was a lot going on in his life and by the sounds of it he was cracking under pressure and not talking to anyone about it. Instead, though you simply stare at the contact, take a deep breath, and get ready for work.

-----------------three weeks later--------------------

"Oh, come on (y/n), it'll be fun! Please? You always turn down my party invites but I promise this one won't be too over the top. It's not even at a frat house or anything!" You try not to glare in Sam's direction as you put away the last of the books received in this morning. You aren't exactly a party person. You're the mom friend, that's your role and while you don't readily admit it it's the truth. You're the friend that at parties always inevitably gets stuck trying to corral your pathetic, drunk, and often times sick friends back home. Which is why you don't do parties. That and they make you slightly claustrophobic. It's not that you hate people, you just prefer more conversationally stimulating environments than a party has to offer. Also, you hate the smell of shitty beer and body odor, which is the main fragrance of all college parties. And random creepy drunk dudes who smell like said hated fragrance mixed with cheap body spray trying to get into your pants? Yeah, that's a big no for you.

"Sam, I don't know. I mean, you know how I feel about parties. Listen, I love you. And I love hanging out with you. But I've seen you drunk, and it ain't pretty. Besides, I still have that paper I need to finish for my Lit class." You try to avoid her potent puppy eyes as you walk behind the counter to slap price stickers on the rest of the books.

"Listen, if you don't wanna go that's fine. But like, when's the last time you got some? It's been months since you broke up with Aaron, and from the sounds of it he didn't know how to find a clit so do yourself a favor and just come with me for a little bit? If there are no guys there that spark your interest ditch me. But don't use the paper as an excuse to stay in your fortress for another lame Saturday. It's not even due for another week and you're already in editing phase. We literally had that conversation half an hour ago." You make the mistake of glancing over at Sam. She's giving you more than just puppy eyes, she's even giving you a full quivering bottom lip. Ugh, why do you have to be such a sucker for her?

"Fine. Fine, I'll go." You hold up your hand as she starts squealing, "But I make no promises on staying for very long."

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Two hours later and you're nursing a warm Smirnoff ice in the corner. Not surprisingly thirty minutes ago almost immediately after entering the party, Samantha ditched you for a guy who looks like he does keg stands professionally. You swear she has the worst taste in men. The obnoxious little voice in the back of your head cackles at the sentiment, reminding you that at least Sam isn't pining after a guy who just so happens to be her best friend's brother that she knows next to nothing about other than he has a mountain of baggage and most certainly isn't interested. You take a swig of the warm, sweet drink in spite until your eyes lock onto the man standing in front of you. You're pretty sure you have a class with him, what was his name again?

"Jimin." Shit, can he read minds? "Sorry, didn't mean to freak you out you just looked like you were trying to place my name. We share that intro to lit class."

"Ah, yeah sorry about that I'm-"

"(Y/N), yeah I know. You're kind of hard to forget."

"Oh." You'll admit, Jimin is very cute. But cute is really the key word for him, and try as you might to summon an urge to jump his bones you just don't feel anything. There's no spark there, no lust to drag him into the nearest bed and explore all he has to offer. Too bad getting over a one-sided crush isn't that simple.

Jimin is about to say something, but he's soon tackled by someone behind him. "Dude, it took me forever to find you. Yoongi's refusing to play beer pong on my team. Please, help me?" Jimin narrows his eyes on the other guy before swiveling back to you, his lips jutting out into a formidable puppy pout that your sure would make most women swoon.

"Do you wanna come with? You looked a little bored." You should say no, you should just crawl back into the comforting confines that is your bed and pray to whatever deity to allow you to go back to a normal life where you didn't know a demigod walked the campus but no instead you fall prey to the puppy pout. Again damnit. (Y/N): 0, puppy eyes: 2.

"Sure." Jimin looks triumphant as he grabs your hand and weaves through the throngs of people until you arrive at the back porch where things seem to be much more comfortably quiet. Until you lock eyes with the earlier mentioned demigod himself.

"(Y/N)?" Hoseok stares at you in disbelief for a moment in front of the beer pong table, before smiling. Oh god, that smile. You swear you can feel your heart trying to escape from you again, you can hear corny Disney music playing in the background, an angel halo placed above his head as a random backlight makes his tan glow nearly gold until you blink away the momentary insanity. You wish you could blame all of that on alcohol, but you haven't had nearly enough liquid courage to induce that montage.

"Uh, hey." Fuck, why did you have to say uh? Jimin is staring at the interaction and oh god, he knows. He fucking knows. And you can't kill him, not here. Too many witnesses. Instead, you'll just have to pray for the world to open up and swallow you whole. Or a zombie to come over and take you first in the zombie apocalypse. Jimin, thank the sweet heavens, doesn't say anything. He just looks at the two of you a moment before winking at you and taking his place across from Hoseok.

"You ready to go down, Hobi?" The other boy looks eager to start, he's stretching his wrists while glaring at the other team.

You cast a glance behind you and take a seat at an empty bench to watch it all unfold. The boy that roped Jimin into all of this is Taehyung, and the one on Hoseok's team is Namjoon. Yoongi, the one who refused to play, at some point ambled over to you and offered a cigarette before beginning to loudly tell you why everyone playing sucks each time they miss. You're assuming based off of the shit eating grin on his face that he's doing it solely to mess everyone up, and it works on just about everyone. Except for Hoseok, who seems completely unaffected.

It doesn't take long before everything is over and Jimin and Taehyung are forced to chug the remaining drinks. You polish off the last of your sugary alcoholic drink and start looking for the nearest escape before Hoseok is ambling over towards you.

"Hey, I didn't expect to see you here. Is Sam here?" You nod quietly before slowly adding.

"I wouldn't...uh...go looking for her though." Hoseok sighs and nods before sitting next to you on the bench.

"You don't seem like much of a party person."

"I'm really not. But it's nice out here, it's quiet." You glance over to see Jimin giving a now very drunk Yoongi a ride on his back. "Your friends are interesting."

Hoseok snorts. "They're idiots, but loveable."

"Did you get that room situation at the cafe all figured out?"

"Yup, got all my stuff moved in and everything. Thanks for not telling Sam by the way. I've been talking to her you know."

"I know, she's been over the moon about it. Oh, you know your mom is coming over next week?"

"How do you know this and I don't?" Hoseok sighs but adds a quiet thanks.

"Oh, uh, sorry. But, I know that they're planning on doing dinner again. I think we're going to Olive Garden, which means plenty of breadsticks to swipe."

"We're?"

"I was invited." Hoseok chuckles at this before shaking his head.

"I think I should be offended that I've been replaced."

"You haven't been replaced by me. I'm telling you all this so you can make sure to talk to your mom if you want to go. Or avoid it like the plague, it's your choice."

"Thank you. I suppose I've done enough avoiding though, I'll try texting her." At this point an awkward silence begins to fall and before you start babbling you decide to finally make your exit.

"Well, I should probably get going. I'll see you around." Hoseok jumps up, shaking his head.

"I'll walk you home." He holds up his hand as you start to protest. "I need to get going anyways and you're on the way. Besides, it'll give me a great excuse to get out of here before they try to wrangle me into another round."

You nod and start to walk forward before you call out behind you, "I'll see you in class tomorrow, Jimin!" Jimin sends a bright smile to you and waves, sending another all too knowing wink before Yoongi accidentally (at least you hope it's accidentally) starts strangling him.

You weave your way to the back gate with Hoseok in close proximity as you start quietly making your way to your dorm. There's a lot that you want to say, but you aren't sure really what you should say. After all telling him that he's breathtakingly handsome probably won't end well. You mean, it might, but probably just for a night and for once you're not really interested in catch and release.

"So...you never texted me."

"Well...I haven't exactly had a need to." Oh god, you sound so harsh. "I mean, I didn't really want to bother you unless I really needed help or something. I figure you're pretty busy."

You glance over at Hoseok to see him...smiling? He's actually smiling? "Well, it doesn't have to be an emergency or anything. Text me, whenever you want. I mean it (y/n). I appreciate all the help you've given me, so even if you just need someone to like vent to or something I'm here for you." God, he isn't helping matters. Why can't he be an asshole that you could just hatefuck and get everything out of your system? "Looks like we're here. Have a good night (y/n). It was nice seeing you again."

"Um, you too Hoseok!" You turn away quickly and dash into the dorm. Never have you been more grateful for your tiny dorm room and not having a dormmate before as you squeal into your pillow before flipping onto your back and staring at your phone.

It feels like ages before you finally type out on the too bright screen, "Did you make it home okay?"

You get a response just a moment later.

[Hoseok]: Yes mom

You groan before staring at the typing bubble pop up and disappear repeatedly. God, what is he typing? Why won't he just fucking say it? Does he hate you? Did he not really mean it when he said to text him whenever? Do you look clingy? CURSE THOSE THREE PERIODS! Oh god. You heaved a sigh of relief when you finally see the text appear.

[Hoseok]: Just kidding, it was nice seeing you again btw

[you]: How have things been going for you btw?

[Hoseok]: Better, I took your advice. I'm doing better in my classes, I've been talking to Sam more. Things are starting to actually look up.

[you]: That's great! I'm glad things are doing better!

[Hoseok]: How about you though? Any dudes I should beat up?

Have you just been banished to the sister realm? You're pretty sure you have been.

[You]: No I'm pretty boring. Just trying to finish all of my papers.

[Hoseok]: what's your major?

[You]: Creative writing, made the mistake of taking ten classes this semester, and most of them are morning lectures.

[Hoseok]: Are you a superhuman? Like, how???

[You]: I've given up on free time

[Hoseok]: You sound like you need a break

[you]: When I space out too long I can actually hear my grades falling

[Hoseok]: ah, the woes of college. I'm glad I don't have to do many papers for dance

[you]: Yeah, but you still have to practice and perform and honestly I'd rather have someone shoot me in my face than have to perform in front of people

[Hoseok]: Wow, those are some intense feelings you have there

[you]: Most sane humans don't enjoy being in front of others like that. I don't know how you do it.

[Hoseok]: you get used to it. I promise. Hey, I have a performance upcoming that you might really like. It's in a month

[you]: Oh yeah! Sam told me about that, she already got us tickets

[Hoseok]:...she could have just asked me for them? I can't believe she actually paid for them

[you]: I think she was trying to surprise you. Please don't tell her I told you

[Hoseok]: It'll be our secret. Again. We seem to hold a lot of secrets, huh?

[you]: I blame you.

After that the two of you send a few memes back and forth before you finally fall asleep, your dream being an odd montage of Hoseok dancing and kissing you in the rain until Sam starts screaming at you. Luckily the Sam screaming at you part seems to do more with her poorly timed wake up call.

"WAKE UP ALREADY!" Sam unceremoniously rips your blankets off of you as you blearily open your eyes. "Christ, I swear you could sleep through anything. Wanna go get coffee? I have so much to tell you."

You grunt in response before slowly changing and trudging behind Samantha as she heads over to your car. Luckily she doesn't even protest when you toss her the keys and try to squeeze in a few more minutes of sweet sleep before you pull up to Hoseok's coffee shop. God, why now? Why couldn't you have spruced up a bit more? Worn something other than a ratty t-shirt and leggings to see him again? And your face still has pillow marks, god this is horrible. You take a deep breath and follow behind Sam, praying she hasn't noticed your delay.

The world must truly hate you because the moment you walk in you see Hoseok behind the counter smiling over at the two of you. "Hey sis, you won't be screaming at me this time, right?"

"Unfortunately today I've decided to be civilized. Also, I came for free coffee." Hoseok snorts before nodding for her to continue. "Um, two flat whites. Also whatever muffins you recommend."

"Got it, I'll be over to you guys in a bit." You try shrinking away as quietly as possible to the couch that Sam flops down on.

"Listen, so I was going to go you know hang out with Bobby last night,"

"Ew, his name even sucks."

"Shut up! Anyway, as I was saying, I was going to but then all of a sudden that girl Heather the cheerleader all the guys are goo goo eyed for? Well, she came out of nowhere and started screaming at Bobby for knocking her up! Swear to god, I felt like I was living an episode of the Maury show." Samantha goes into more detail and you can feel your eyes glazing over. You actually have no clue who this Heather is, and you honestly don't care. You feel bad that Sam got stuck in the middle of it all, but this kind of drama has always been uninteresting to you. You're not sure if you should shriek that Hoseok has to once again witness you in this state or thank the gods that Sam finally seems to be finished telling the tale at the sight of her brother.

"Hey, Hobi, wait! Before you go I've been meaning to tell you that Mom asked me to invite you to go to dinner with us next Friday. Do you think you can make it?"

"I'll see what I can do. What time?"

"Around six I think? At Olive Garden, which means all the breadsticks we can steal for later!" Hoseok winks at you as Sam occupies herself with her blueberry muffin for a minute.

"Got it, I'll be there." You try your best to not get caught watching him walk away. God, even his ass looks great. How do some people get all the good genes while you're sitting here looking like an unwashed potato?

--------------------1 week later---------------

You're munching on a breadstick, listening to soon to no longer be Mrs. Jung go on and on about how proud she is of Sam as your eyes narrow in on Hoseok sauntering over. No man should look that good in just a white T-shirt and jeans, and you're having a hard time not staring. Over the last week, the two of you have texted nearly nonstop. He's sweet and funny, and he has an arsenal of really good memes that he sends you at the most unexpected of times. It's just not fair. You can't have it all. You can't look that good AND have such a killer sense of humor and be witty and intelligent.

Sam keeps pestering you asking who you could possibly be texting, and at one point you blurted out Jimin. Which isn't entirely a lie. The two of you have actually hung out a few times this last week, and he is convinced that he needs to be a wingman for you and Hoseok so you're pretty sure he'd have no problem covering for you. Apparently, you need to work on your poker face better if Jimin caught on so quickly. You hate that you've lied to your best friend, but at the same time you're not sure how to spill the beans that you have a thing for her older brother who she's incredibly protective over. Someday either you'll get over it or you'll finally buck up and tell her. Today, however, is not that day.

"Hobi, my baby!" Mrs. Jung jumps up at the sight of her son and wraps him into a tight embrace before reluctantly pulling away so he can have a seat. After quietly wiping away a stray tear her eyes laser in on the tattoos. "When...did you get all of those?"

"Uh, about a year ago I guess." His eyes cast down at the table, guilt clearly washing over his features at not having seen his family in so long. "You know mom, I uh, I have a dance performance upcoming and I have a solo part. I'd really like it if you could come."

Her eyes finally look away from the tattoos and back up to his face before she nods. "Of course, of course, I'll come. You know, I always did think you were a great dancer it was your father who-"

"Mom, mom it's okay. We know. Let's just enjoy tonight." Sam interjects and you find yourself awkwardly cramming a breadstick into your mouth as you try to astral project out of this family conversation you're intruding on. Hoseok glances between the three women around the table before cracking up loudly at the sight of your cheeks stuffed to full bread capacity.

"Oh, Hoseok I guess I've never properly introduced you to (y/n). (Y/N), don't let his looks fool you. He's super lame. He once failed a test because he was up all night playing pokemon go and he's super loud which is totally not cool."

"Sam! Be nice to your brother!" Hoseok laughs as he waves off his mother's warning.

"Well, at least I don't still sleep with Mr. Porky your childhood stuffed pig."

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!"

Your eyes dart between the siblings as they quarrel with one another. Siblings look like fun, and there's something so heartwarming about the way how they interact even when fighting. Okay, well maybe not that time that Sam ripped him a new one at his job, but this time it looks fun. It's also nice to see Hoseok so relaxed and happy, so comfortable and not like the world is going to fall apart or with a bunch of thorns sticking out of his hair.

The rest of the night you try not to glance over at Hoseok too much. It's hard to keep up the conversations and not include him, but you realized rather quickly that speaking to him too much cause your cheeks to burst a flaming red and words to come out slightly wobbly. It's so easy to text him, but in person (especially while trying to keep your friendship as a secret) it's like fighting a boss battle. By the time you get back home you're exhausted, utterly wiped out from trying to keep yourself sane.

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A month later and you're sitting next to Sam as the performance finishes up. You've never seen modern dance before, but you can guarantee it won't be the last time. The way he moved, the raw emotions that each movement gave it was like watching a silent movie but knowing all the dialogue. It's also at this moment that you realize you don't like Hoseok. You don't have a crush on Hoseok. No, you love him. You love his quirky sense of humor, you love the darker brooding side of him, you love the way his eyes turn into little crescents as his cheeks press up when he smiles, you love the way he's so effortlessly him. Perhaps you fell in love the moment you started texting him, the moment you started unraveling this. But this is dangerous and unfair to your best friend and to Hoseok who most likely sees you as only a friend. So before the very end of the show, you fake a stomach ache and head home, you're in far too much of a mess at this stunningly obvious realization to see Hoseok face to face with his family around.

The guilt that already felt heavy to begin with now feels like a boulder on your shoulders when you get a text from Sam followed by one from Hoseok shortly after, both of them concerned how you're feeling. While at first, you wanted to save your integrity instead you just say, "I ate too much ice cream and didn't take a Lactaid." There, embarrassing but believable and certainly easier to admit than "I'm head over heels in love with Hoseok and I've been secretly texting him." It's at this point that you do something even dumber, you text your secret ally Jimin.

[You]: I have a problem

[Jimin]: ?

[You]: I'm in love with him. Please shoot me.

[Jimin]: No thanks, I don't handle blood well. But you just noticed this? How are you slow on the uptake about your own emotions?

[You]: Ouch, could you try to comfort me. I don't know what the fuck to do

[Jimin]: Put your big girl pants on and tell him

[You]: Fuck no. Are you crazy? My best friend, his fucking sister, doesn't even know we talk

[Jimin]: Yeah I know. Just tell her.

[You]: Life isn't that simple assface

[Jimin]: I'll take that as a compliment, I have a great ass. Also it is that simple. I assure you. It only doesn't seem that simple because you're afraid. Don't be. I know Hobi and...just trust me if his sister is anything like him tell her and trust me when I say just be honest. What's the worst that can happen?

[You]: I'm not ready to hear no, I think I might die from heartbreak

[Jimin]: Ohmygod you are so freaking dramatic. Tell them bitch or I will!

[You]: You fucking wouldn't

[Jimin]: Well someone has to...

It's at this point that you throw your phone at the wall out of frustration at the same time as a few knocks are heard on your door. Fear seizes you at the thought that it might be Sam or Hobi. Fuck. Fuck. Oh god, you really screwed yourself over. "Open up loser, I know you're in there."

For someone so cute and tiny with such a quiet voice you've learned that Jimin certainly has a snarky side to him which you've clearly awakened if his tone through the door is anything to go by. "Don't wanna. Let me die in peace."

"I will kick the door down in five four three" You begrudgingly open the door for him before shutting it and shuffling back under the blankets.

"What are you doing over here Jimin?"

"Trying to talk some sense into you. Besides, emotional support is better in person. So, I saw you at the show tonight. Snuck out early huh? I left as soon as I got changed to stop you from blubbering alone."

"Got changed? You were there?" You don't remember seeing Jimin in the crowd, although you were rather focused on the show.

"Ouch, I'm one of the dancers remember? How cruel and heartless." Jimin fakes a sob before he socks a punch on your shoulder and wraps you up in his arms. "Seriously though, I know it's scary but just tell them already. Look at you, you can't keep this a secret much longer. It's like ripping a bandaid off, you need to let it happen."

You try to weigh everything out, and you spend the next hour formulating a plan with Jimin. He's right, you do need to tell them. And while Jimin thinks you should tell Hobi first and get it over with, your allegiance to your friend holds more importance to you. Instead, you decide in the morning you'll talk to her first and then you'll try to talk to Hoseok. It might ruin the friendship that you've built, but it's no use pining after him from a distance. As much as you hate to admit it, Jimin is right. It's time to finally come clean after months of this.

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It was now or never. It was d-day, game time, time for the world to possibly collapse and have your best friend punch you in your throat. You're nervously clutching at the hem of your hoodie as she blabbers on about dinner with her mom and her brother, and you can feel yourself almost bursting. You have to tell her, and soon.

"Ugh, I feel so bad that you had to miss dinner though. We went to this little Mexican place and they had this flan that you would have loved. I would have saved you some but one I have no self-control, let's be real, and two you would've just forgotten to take a Lactaid and gotten sicker."

"Sam," You take a wobbly breath and interject her thousand words a minute rambling. She looks up from her phone and rolls over on your bed, an eyebrow cocked at the serious tone in your voice. "Sam, I uh, I have something to tell you..."

"What, you're fucking Jimin? Yeah, I figured that one out already. So what, are you guys dating or just-"

"What? NO? Oh my god, no why would you-"

"-Well, why wouldn't I? When I was talking to Hobi about it last night even he agreed that you guys must be dating. Especially when he took off so fast after the show suspiciously around the time that you left. You don't have to lie about."

"Oh. Oh god, oh no. Hobi doesn't really think that, does he? Fuck. Okay, Sam, Jimin was right I need to be honest. I'm not fucking Jimin, nor have I ever-"

"That's a shame, he has a great ass."

"Yeah, sure, back to the point." You can feel a cold sweat start to take over as you gulp in air, "I'minlovewithyourbrother." You say the words as fast as possible, eyes squeezed shut as you brace for impact.

"What? You're...howzthatevenpossible? Since like when? And...love...not like...girl I am so confused." You slowly open your eyes, one at a time to see a very lost look on her face.

"Okay so it's like this...I've met Hoseok before the incident at the coffee shop. Way before. Only once though. He passed out on campus and I helped him out. We didn't talk. But then at that party where you ditched me for Mr. Keg stands-"

"-His name is Bobby, and I told you we didn't have sex he-"

"-Knocked up the cheerleader, yeah I know. Anyways, we ran into each other at the party and we got to talking and then we started texting and I know he sees me as just a friend or maybe just a friend of his sister...but...I really like him. Like him like him, like love like." Great, now you're incoherent. Sam is dumbfounded, and for once she isn't talking. After a moment of awkward silence, she clears her throat.

"You do realize he's a dork? Like a giant dork? And that he freaking lives in a coffee shop? And that he has a lot of baggage? And that honestly, as your friend I should warn you, probably has gotten an STD at some point in his life? Like...you're way too good for my dipshit older brother. I love him, but like honestly. Him?" Well, this wasn't the direction you expected at all. "I get that some girls think he's cute and all, but you've never had to do his laundry. It's gross. He smells like gross boy."

"He smells like citrus and pine needle most of the time, you can't blame him for sweating when he dances."

"Did...did you just defend his body odor? And how the fuck do you know that he smells like citrus and pine needle? What, are you some kind of scent expert? You know what, no please don't answer that. I don't want to know." Sam shakes her head before clasping your hand. "Listen, I'm not here to police who you date or who my brother dates. I'll support you. Or console you." Gee thanks for the vote of confidence. "But I think I might have fucked everything up. You should talk to him soon."

"Well yeah, you did kind of make him think I was fucking Jimin. How bad was it?"

Sam tilts her head, eyes narrowing as she recalls the memory. "Well...he was pretty surprised, but then he put on his typical 'nice guy' smile and said that you guys made a good pair and he could see it."

You groan in frustration as you grab your phone, getting ready to send him a text before Sam slaps it out of your hold.

"No, nope, you're not texting him this. Listen, there's a party tonight that I know he'll be going to after he finishes up work. You're going. That'll be the best way to talk to him." God, not another party. This isn't at all how you wanted to admit your stupid feelings. Damn emotions, you swear they're like dandelions growing in the least expected places. But the look on Sam's face says she's not going to take no for an answer. But she's right, if he's working right now the best time to get a hold of him today will be at that party.

You take a deep breath in and nod resolutely. Just because she's right doesn't mean that you have to like it and you still stand by your hatred for parties. At least this time you have a reason. As long as you can find Hoseok. "What if I can't find him?"

"I'll text him, dummy. I've got your back."

"More like you'll have the popcorn to watch this all unfold."

"Well, yeah that too. But I mean, I'm rooting for you." You pick up a pillow and hurl it at her face before groaning as you flop over her on the bed.

"What time is the party?"

"Well it starts at 9, and it's five now. So if I were you I would start getting ready now."

"Now? What for?" Uh oh, you know that face.

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There are few things in life that Samantha Jung loves more than giving people makeovers. You've been thoroughly groomed and primped to perfection and it somehow took the full four hours. Your skin is glowing in a way you didn't realize it could but after enough exfoliating, a clay mask, a sheet mask, and a hydropack later it's sparkling in a way that shouts "I drink tons of water and eat my weight in kale!" Not that you do, you probably should though. You're highlighted and contoured to perfection, and while Sam is clearly proud you have zero problems with admitting that it will never look this way again. She did at least let you wear your own comfortable choice of jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers.

"He's in the backyard, playing beer pong again." Jimin appears by your side the moment the two of you walk in, answering the golden question before you can even think it.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me Jimin." Jimin snickers as he hands both of you drinks.

"Sorry about that princess. Well, what are you waiting for? Go show your very dewy face off to him."

"Oh god do I look like an oil slick?" Sam hits him as you pull out your phone and check in the camera.

"No no no, you look great." Jimin is trying to stop the blows Samantha is hurling his way as you sigh and glance around the party. You don't know most of these people. Apparently it's mostly music and dance students celebrating that they've finished all of their showcases. You can feel dread fill you with each step closer to the door as you move past the crowd. It feels like ages before you're finally standing in front of the door. You take a swig of the Kool-Aid and bottom-shelf vodka concoction before finally stepping out.

If you weren't oily before you know that you will be soon. It's humid, sticky, and sweltering even after the sun has gone down. You can see the fireflies already coming out, cicadas can be heard buzzing in the distance, and you're sure mosquitos are actively hunting. If it weren't for your eyes landing right on Hoseok you would've walked right back into the comfortable air conditioning. Why anyone would want to play beer pong outside in this weather is beyond you.

You take a deep breath before promptly taking a seat next to Yoongi. You'd like to lie and say you walked right up to Hoseok, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him...but that's not asking for consent for one, and you also would probably fall flat on your face if you tried. Yoongi nods your way before offering his cigarette, you shake your head in a silent response before taking another swig of your drink.

"Hey Yoongi, who's the new friend?" A man you don't recognize stops playing beer pong momentarily and you try hard to not sweat as you feel Hoseok's gaze land on you.

"(Y/N), what are you doing here? Oh! Jimin just walked into the house if you're looking for him." You try not to laugh too pitifully as you wave your hand as if to shoo the thought away.

"No, no. I know where he is." You're so sorry Sam, but it's your turn to throw her under the bus. "In fact, I'm pretty sure he's still with Sam. She had some sort of uh...misunderstanding that I think she's rather eager to sort out." You look up from the dandelion you've been concentrating on when you hear his sing-song laughter and you feel like you've been sucker punched in the gut. His hair is slicked back for once, cheeks glowing a pretty shade of pink under the patio light, sweat trailing down his temple onto his collar bones and all of his tattoos on full display in his tank top. Lord give you strength to not die from thirst on the spot.

"Sam has a bad habit of jumping to conclusions."

"Hey, are we going to play or what?" The guy you don't know throws an empty cup at the back of Hoseok's head as he speaks. Hoseok rolls his eyes before sending you a wink and turning back to the broad-shouldered stranger.

"Yeah yeah Jin. Ready to get your ass kicked again?"

There are a few things you learn in the next few minutes. Hoseok is really good at beer pong, you figured that last time but considering that the defeat only took a total of three minutes it's much more obvious now. You've also learned that Jin sucks and that Yoongi loves nothing more than to pick on him each time he misses. Which is every time.

"Aish, that's it. I'm done. I quit." Jin groans after chugging back the last cup before he ambles over to another group further in the backyard. Yoongi coughs before winking at you and heading over with Jin, leaving you and Hoseok alone. Bless that tiny angry man for being the best unexpected wingman. Hoseok glances around for a minute before sitting down next to you.

"You were really good by the way. The show I mean, the beer pong too though. I had no clue someone could dance like that. You chose the right pursuit in life, I'm sure of it."

Hoseok laughs as he takes a swig of beer. "Thanks, I appreciate that. It's a shame you had all that ice cream. Lactose intolerant huh? I've been fucking you up with all those free coffees and I didn't even know it." You can feel your cheeks burning bright red as you jump to your feet. The sudden movement causes Hoseok to jerk back as you point your finger at his chest.

"For your information that was a lie, although I would appreciate if you used almond milk in the future. But that's beside the point! I was completely fine, just a scaredy cat. So here goes nothing, Jung Hoseok I'd like to take you out on a date!" You can feel the blush travel from your cheeks up to your ears but force yourself to look at Hoseok. He's smiling, ear to ear with cheeks pushing his eyes into those cute little crescents you love to see.

"Okay. Let's go."

"What?"

"You said you want to take me out on a date. I'm saying yes, let's go. Come on, what are you waiting for?" Your mind goes blank as he stands up and clasps your hand in his. It's so warm (kind of sweaty if you're honest, but hey, so is yours) and so perfect. Your brain freezes, your mental record scratches as you follow him through the house and out to the front lawn. (Excuse me, this is your friendly narrator, I'd like to interrupt for just a moment. This story could have been much shorter if you didn't overthink everything so much. Believe in yourself more! Okay, that's enough interruptions. I'll get back to the story now.)

"Wait, wait, Hoseok where are we going?" Hoseok gives you a bright smile as he looks down at you.

"There's a diner a block away from here. You didn't bring your car did you?" You shake your head no as you follow him. "They do really good pancakes. Breakfast for dinner is the best." At the sound of you suddenly going mute Hoseok looks back down as he squeezes your hand reassuringly. "So why'd you ask me out?"

"Why wouldn't I? You're hot for one, but you're also really funny and sweet and relatable, and honestly, it's impossible to not fall for you. You have this bright sunny smile, but under all these layers is this really sweet but vulnerable man that I..." Hoseok stops walking for a moment, his face turned away as if to hide the blush creeping up his face. You take a deep breath before asking, "...why...why did you accept?"

"Why wouldn't I?" You laugh at the way he imitates you before he starts walking again. "You're beautiful, and you've saved my ass twice because you're either insane or insanely nice, you're funny, smart, and the moment we started talking my life turned around. Honestly, yesterday I wanted to punch Jimin in the throat but then I realized it was my fault for not beating him to the punch. I would've asked you out if you hadn't, you know. Ah, we're here." Hobi leads you into the diner and slides into a booth as you slide into the other side. You stare down at the shiny black lacquered table for a moment before peeking up to look up at Hoseok.

He's peering intently at the laminated menu. You've never noticed before but he has beautiful, long fingers with well-groomed cuticles. "Do you get manicures?"

"No, but Sam recently had one of her makeover moments with me and decides that my nails had to have some work done on them."

"She did a good job, they look nice." Hoseok glances up and smiles at you before sliding another menu to you. You take it and stare down for a moment before a waitress comes up to your table.

"What can I get you guys?"

"Oh, uh I'll just get a water and a small stack of pancakes."

"A sprite and the stackhouse, eggs over easy." The waitress nods as she scribbles it down before walking away. Hoseok fiddles with a napkin for a moment before piping up. "Okay, so really important question here, what are your top songs right now?"

"What genre?"

"Rap?" He looks hopeful and you pull up your phone.

"Well, always J Cole and Kendrick, but let's see...songs...hmm. Recently I've been listening to Justin Bieber by Coogie a lot, Uzuhan by Uzuhan, Pink Blue Dawn by Dumbfoundead. Honestly, I've been listening to more R&B lately. Lots of Sabrina Claudio, Sinead Harnett, and Steve Lacey."

"Holy sweet Jesus, mary me."

"Were you praying to Jesus and his mother or asking for my hand in marriage?"

"A bit of both."

"Oh well Kevin in first grade and I got married by the swingset after he gave me a ring pop so I think I'll have to get those divorce papers first. Sorry. My turn for questions. In a dream world, what would you be doing?"

"Well marrying you because Kevin never gave you that ring pop obviously, and I'd be working as an established choreographer with my own studio."

"You'll get there. I'm sure of it."

"Such confidence. What about you? What would you be doing?"

You want to say 'you' to him but you would definitely die from embarrassment. You can see the shitty epitaph now just thinking about it. "Well, I guess I'd be an established author on a much-needed vacation on a beautiful island basking in the warm sun without a worry because I've dug myself out of student loan debt."

"Ooh, that sounds nice. I'm thinking Hawaii, ooh or maybe Jeju, you know it's the Hawaii of Korea?"

At that moment the food comes out and the two of you spend the next hour or so discussing random topics until finally, you get up to leave after not so subtle hints from the waitress that you've overstayed your welcome. The two of you choose to walk back to your dorm rather than wait for an uber. It's only a few blocks away and it gives both of you more time to just bask in each other's presence. You never guessed that he would say yes to a date, or that it would feel so natural. All this time you've been able to hide away with text messages, making it easier to be unguarded the way face to face conversations typically make you a nervous ball of anxiety. But with Hobi? It all just feels so right, so easy as if it was supposed to be this way all along.

You can feel your heart sink though with each step closer to the dorm, and you're pretty sure that Hoseok feels the same way based off of how he slows down. By the time you're standing in front of the building, you're suddenly feeling an overwhelming urge to not let the night end, afraid that you'll wake up tomorrow and the fairytale spell that's been magically cast will vanish.

His hand is still tightly gripped around yours, the moon and dim security lights casting a silvery glow over his skin. Cicadas are still buzzing, fireflies glowing in the distance as if to remind you that the night isn't over yet. You glance up at Hobi and notice that it looks like he's trying to say something but no sound is coming out. His lips are slightly open, brows furrowed together. God, his lips look so soft and perfect and pillowy. Before you can even think you're standing up on your tiptoes and weaving your free hand into his hair as you softly plant a kiss on his lips.

What starts out as a soft and unsure peck quickly escalates as he grips your hip and deepens the kiss. He tastes like syrup and sprite and everything right. You can feel yourself growing dizzy, hungry for more as his tongue parts your lips. You always assumed he'd be a good kisser, if you're honest you've fantasized about it far more than you'd ever willingly admit, but he's even better than you could have guessed. A soft breathy moan leaves your mouth as he brings your bodies closer together and the guttural groan that leaves him as he finally separates and the two of you try to breathe has you reconfirming that you really don't want this night to end.

"I, wow that was..." Hobi's eyes are glittering, the world cast in a haze of twinkling euphoria as you look back up at him.

"Hobi, would you like to come up with me?" You're suddenly regretting your sudden boldness at the way he stops moving for a minute. Perhaps you're moving too fast, maybe he thinks you're a floozy or something and you've ruined it. Your overthinking goes into overdrive before his hand cups your chin and forces you to look back up at him.

"I would love to, but if I go up there I...listen I really want you. So if you just want to hang out I need you to give me a second so I can calm down." At that, you peek down to realize that he's clearly grown excited, and you can feel a surge of need trickle down your panties.

"I...I don't want to just hang out. I want you."

"Ah, fuck. Are you sure?" You nod your head before reaching back up and placing a firm kiss on his lips. The green light seems to go off in his head at this, his hands gripping you tightly to him as tongues melt together before he pries away and you quickly lead him up. Unfortunately, the elevator has been broken for almost the entire year so you have to make the trip by jumping up the stairs, fever clawing at you the closer you get.

By the time you're finally in your room you can feel sexual tension hanging thickly in the air. The moment you shut the door he hooks your legs around his waist and presses you against the wall, mouth quick to find yours again. Your hips jut against his, desperate for friction at this point and the groan of pleasure that leaves him has you clawing away at his shirt. You knew that he had a great figure, you've seen it before at the recital but to see it so close in person is another story. Your hands etch over his firm abs, dipping down to that oh so drool worthy V as you unbuckle his pants while his lips attach to your neck.

"I don't think you understand how long I've wanted you." Hobi stops his ministrations as he speaks, eyes boring into yours before he moves you off the wall and onto your bed. You watch as he shuffles out of his shoes and pants before crawling back over you. In a matter of moments, the two of you are both in just your underwear, his eyes trained on the obvious wet patch of your pink underwear. "You look so beautiful, so perfect."

The feeling of his soft fingers trailing over your body raises goosebumps, your eyes shutting at the sensation as one hand trails from your calf up to your inner thigh. "Look at you, so wet for me. All for me, all mine." His words have you whimpering, your hand gripping his.

"Please touch me, I need you. Please, Hobi." His eyes squeeze shut for a moment as he grips at your thighs, shuffling until his face is just millimeters from where you need it.

"How can I say no to that face?" Finally, he's tearing off your underwear. For a moment you're afraid that he's just going to stay there forever, face hovering over before finally he dips down. You're so wound up that even just the lightest pressure when he lays his tongue down and licks one long stripe has both of you groaning in satisfaction. "Fuck, how do you taste so good?"

"Please stop talking and just help me. I need you. I need you so bad." You weave your hands through his hair, trying to move him closer to where you need him most. Hoseok shoots you a smirk before relenting, finally diving in like a man starved. His tongue is everywhere all at once, diving between your folds one second before reaching back up to swirl around your swollen clit. Your hands grip tighter into his hair as your hips roll on reflex at the sensation. If the rumors are true and Hoseok really has fucked half the campus at some point then you must admit that the studying has been worth it. If the rumors aren't true then he's either a sex god or a prodigy because holy shit you've never felt yourself come so unglued just from oral sex before.

His hands grip your asscheeks to bring you closer as you mewl out his name, his own pleasure rumbling deep from his chest and vibrating through you. God, this is so much better than your own fantasies. "Fuck, fuck, you're so good. Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm going to cum." The tell-tale knot deep in your belly is on fire, legs quaking around his head as you throw your neck back. The feeling of two of his fingers gliding into you as he latches onto your clit is all you need to tumble head first into euphoria. Everything feels fuzzy as if cotton has been stuck in your ears and your muscles have become weightless. Floating. Flying. Breezing right into heaven.

You don't even realize that you've been moaning the entire time, or that Hoseok has stopped moving to watch you as you fuck yourself onto his fingers slowly, coming back down to reality as the stars fade from your vision. "You're so beautiful, I could watch you all day." His voice is gruff with desire as he leans down and captures your lips in a wet, needy kiss. "I need you, I need you right now." His lips lead a sticky trail down to your chest as he finally pries the offending bra off and flings it off to the side of the bed with an ominous sounding crash that neither of you pay attention to. You're too absorbed in your own lustful world to notice anything else.

As his teeth bear down onto your nipple your hand grasps his clothed erection. God, why is he still in boxers? The sudden attention being placed back on him has his eyes closing as a guttural rumble of pleasure leaves his throat. You try to pry his boxers off, but at the angle you're positioned in you can only manage to get it down half his ass. In lightning speed he's standing before you bare, his weeping cock bobbing proudly in the air. The sight has you drooling as you shuffle closer to see him. Veiny, thick, shining with precum. It looks delicious as he slowly fists it, eyes boring into yours the entire time.

"Do you...have a condom?" Hoseok's voice breaks you out of your spell and you nod before reaching over to your nightstand and pulling one out. He quickly grabs the foil and you watch with keen interest as he rolls it on and tosses the foil into your small waste bin. "You're...you're sure about this right?"

"Hobi, I've thought about fucking you more times than I can count. Please, fuck me already." His adam's apple bobs at the admission and he pulls you up into a heated kiss before twisting you around and placing you on all fours. One hand pulls your ass apart as the other grips your hip for support. The feeling of him finally entering zaps you with electricity, each small movement as he sinks further into your dripping cunt has your eyes rolling back into your head.

"Holy shit, how are you so tight?" You clench at his words, hips rolling back to urge him to move. "Keep doing that baby girl and I'm not going to last long." The pet name has you moaning, hands gripping the sheets tighter as he slowly pulls out and slams back in, balls slapping against your swollen clit. Hoseok sets into a steady pace, hips slamming into yours each time he hits your cervix. You feel so full, so utterly filled and the knowledge that it's Hoseok, finally him deep inside you has your head reeling and your second orgasm fast approaching.

"Faster, I'm going to cum!" He grunts as he twists your hair around his hand, pulling you up so your back is flat on his chest as he drills into you at a brutal speed. The sound of moans, flesh on flesh, and wet sex fills the room.

His mouth lowers to your ear as you start spiraling out of control, "come on, cum with me baby girl. Let go." For the second time you see blinding white, toes curling as his hand circles over your clit, walls clenching around him as you milk him to his own completion.

The two of you remain there for a few moments, panting as you try to come back down to earth before you finally slump forward, his softening cock slipping out. When you turn around you see him grinning back down at you, pushing his hair out of the way as he flashes you that full crescent eye smile you love so much. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he ties up the condom and tosses it. He rolls onto the bed and pulls you into his arms before speaking.

"You know, I can't remember the last time I was this happy? You're just so beautiful, and funny, and nice and I don't want you thinking that I was only in it for this. I...I know the rumors about me but I haven't been that guy in a long time. And I really want this..us...fuck do I sound super lame right now?"

You place a soft peck on his cheek as you beam up at him. "No Hobi, you don't sound lame at all. I kinda figured on the rumor front, considering your ex and how serious that seemed. Besides, I don't care even if it was still true as long as you...only want me...now..." Your voice trails off towards the end, cheeks heating up as you look away before glancing back up at the sound of his loud laugh.

"Trust me, you're the only thing that's been running through my mind for months now. I'm all yours."

"All mine?" You watch him smile and nod before he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. The act feeling somehow so intimate. That night you fall asleep in his arms, trying to count all his tattoos as the two of you whisper about everything and nothing all at the same time. You were right, he's certainly the kind of guy that you can lay in bed with for hours after sex so that's exactly what the two of you do.

One year later Hoseok graduates and the two of you are more in love than you thought possible. Two years later the two of you are living together as you try to finish up your degree. Three years later and you're working for a publisher while trying to establish yourself as an author as Hoseok finally opens up his own dance studio. Four years later Hoseok proposes to you in front of the slides at a park with a beautiful morganite ring, sneering a comment about 'take that Kevin' after you tearfully accept. Five years later and you're walking down the aisle as Sam bawls her eyes out as your maid of honor. There were ups and downs in the relationship (luckily usually between the sheets), but the two of you worked through everything. Somehow that crash landing all those years ago brought Hoseok into your life, and you wouldn't change how anything happened for the world.

#btssmutclub #hoseok smut #hoseok fanfic #hoseok fanfiction #hobi smut #hobi fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #hoseok reader insert

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bahmsmomma · 4 years

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Sidekick

Summary: Jung Hoseok has head over heels fallen for his best friend but is way too scared to keep his friendship at stake. While you are still confused with your feelings towards him, will you ever figure out what your heart wants or let your mind dominate until you lose him?

Genre: Fluff

The sun shining on top of his head makes it difficult to read his eyes but it is quite evident that he is smiling. Smiling at you in gleeful happiness. Just like a ripe fruit falls on the ground without engaging anyone's attention, this guy in brown locks that are soaked due to mud, entered into your heart without even you noticing it. Such is your love. The kind of love that you feel for your best friend seems unrequited. And that's the reason perhaps you have never acknowledged the rapid pulsation of your heart whenever he stares at you or the tickling sensation on your skin caused by his subtle touches.

Until now you were quite okay with pushing your feelings back and standing right beside him as a sidekick. But suddenly you have these feelings knocking your door when you know that neither him nor you are going to accept it. But these feelings tend to never go away and with him constantly being by your side, supporting you, holding you affectionately when you're sad or simply bunking college to look after you when you're sick, his sweet eye smiles, all of the things that he does makes it so hard for you to not fall. But you're just not ready to accept it because you don't want to misinterpret something. You have a cynical mind when it comes to relationships. "And what if we ever fall out of love, will it be easy to return back to best friends?" That's the question that brutally mires your head. You can go from best friends to lovers but the reciprocal won't be that easy.

For him, you are his sunshine and he is your hope. Right now when you're trying to clean up his muddy head due to the nail biting football match, he can't help but try to decipher the right hue of your eyes while intently staring at you. Its as if the whole universe resides in your eyes, he doubts himself for being so poetic but that's the effect you have on him, you're making him fall harder everyday. "What?" you asked him while brushing off the mud from his forehead.

"From when did your eyes become green?"

"Stupid, you're playing since morning under this scorching sun, its obvious for you to see things green "

He laughed a little and then shoved you away. "You better not stick to me. I smell like a horse"

"You are one" You chuckled.

For him to give you uninvited visits was normal. He was resorting on completing his assignments. When you asked why he didn't settle on doing it in his dorm, he said that he doesn't get to check out beautiful girls in his dorm. And that's when you wanted to slam the door on his face but he was fast enough to barge in, hopping into your bed with a loud laugh. He just knew how to rile you up.

"Get your ass down you brat, I made the bed right now."

"Nah, its comfortable and thank you for making the bed for me. You know how much I love you right" He laughed. If only the words he spoke had any meaning to it. You sighed and let him ruin your bed.

You made him some snacks and both of you were indulged in your work while discussing nonsensical topics like how would it feel like to be a God and how 1+1 is a window.

He pushed your fringe behind your ear when suddenly you take notice in what position you both were in. Him resting his head on your lap and you unintentionally leaning in and closing your eyes to his touch. "I am not going to kiss you stupid." He muttered draining all the flushness of your face in one swift. Your face was replaced by a huge scowl. "As if I wanted you to!"

"Why? You wouldn't like me kissing you?" He looked offended.

"N-no." You stammered,"You're gross. Always smelling like horse, why would I kiss you?" You grimaced.

"What?! I used a perfume today" he smelt his arm,"Ah, I smell good, dummy"

Thank fully you were able to brush off the awkward topic of kissing your best friend without getting any feelings involved.

However, he gave you a breathless, tight hug, squishing your side with his strangely good perfume. You were happy and his arms felt so safe to be in. Suddenly, this sweet moment was interrupted when you heard your friends come in. Hoseok quickly got up and started to pack up his things.

You went out to greet them. Your roommates, Suji and Ara were back holding some shopping bags in hand. "Oh, Ya'll are back? How was the double date?"

"It was fine but Suji''s date didn't turn up." Ara said.

"Oh that's sad...I am sorry Suji."

"That's alright. I had a nice time shopping anyway" She said as she began walking into your and her shared bedroom.

"Uh Suji..." You wanted to interrupt her before she could see Hoseok but you were late.

"Oh hey Hoseok!" She beamed when she saw him coming out of the room.

"Hey!" He smiled,"How are you?"

After Hobi had gone, you were drinking water when Suji approached you with a big smile.

"Tell me, Y/n, you and hobi... are not a thing right?" She asked smiling sheepishly.

"N-no" The water from your mouth was about to spill,"We're best friends. Why do you ask?" You looked skeptically at her.

"No! Nothing special...I was just keen to know if he is single?"

"Oh" You muttered. A sudden feeling settled in your heart,"He is single" You kept your words short. Why did it feel so wrong to set up your best friend with someone else?

"Oh, so do you think I have a chance? Because he is a really nice..."

Your heart clenched at that. "Actually, he is not looking up for dating right now" You lied. You couldn't believe your own ears.

"Oh..." She looked sadly at the ground.

You felt like a bitch. But the feeling resting in your heart suddenly empowered your mind and you had to lie to her. And now you felt guilty.

"I am sorry Suji..." You said, more like apologized for the guilt clinching up.

"That's okay, Y/n, anyway I am making some cookies today, wanna help me out?" She offered and went inside the kitchen.

You placed your hand at the window sill, looking at the white clouds , something really did hurt. The feeling didn't reconcile when you thought how eventually, Hobi would find a girl and start dating in future. Why does this thought causes your breath to be tremulous and your mind to be hazy ?

And that's when you concluded.

You could never share him with anyone.

He should only be yours.

But was he?

The next day you tried to keep yourself busy, or rather tried to stay away from Hoseok. You knew this feeling was just for the time being. It would go away in a few weeks. That's what you thought. Hobi was worried with the sudden change in your behavior.

"Listen, is anything bugging you? Is that douche troubling you? I'll beat his ass. Tell me, Y/n..." He asked on the phone.

"No...Its nothing like that."

"Then are you on periods?"

"God no Hobi!"

"Then why are you ignoring me and simply just not picking up my calls?! I called you like 17 times today and you're picking up at the 18th one with just a 'nothing like that' How dare you?"

"I am sorry Hoseok...I can't do this..."

"Do what?"

"I am lying..."

He was very confused and was worried with your breaking voice. "Look, Y/n, just tell me what is happening with you! Otherwise I am coming at your dorm right now."

"Don't. I am out."

"Okay, where?"

"No...Hobi...Just leave me alone for sometime. My mind is clogged."

On the other side, Hobi felt the noise of children quarrelling and he guessed where you were. Without telling you, he started to walk to the nearest park of your dormitory.

"Why is your mind clogged? I am your best friend, I know you...Just tell me."

"Hoseok, bye."

"Hey, tell me whom are you lying to? Please, I'll kill you if you don't tell me"

"You already have." You muttered.

"What? What is wrong Y/n? Did I do something?!"

"You did nothing" You replied and settled on the park bench with your pounding head in your hand.

"I can see..." you heard his voice, well not from the phone but from your left side. He held your hand and sandwiched them into his large palms."What has gone wrong with my baby?" He cooed. You instantly melted and felt like crying loads.

"I ...l-lied to Suji"

"About what?"

"She asked me if you were single..." You said looking at the ground,"And I lied that you are not interested in dating with anyone." You cried into his chest. He abruptly pushed your face away and looked at you with big poking eyes,"A-are you angry with me now? I am sorry Hobi! I didn't do that intentionally I don't know but I felt something..something so weird. I-"

You felt his warm lips on yours. For that moment, everything stopped. The kids playing, the traffic noise, mothers calling out for their children, everything had just paused and the feeling left you in utmost euphoria. Your heart was going to burst out with its loud beating. Hobi broke the kiss and wiped your tears away.

"You didn't lie. I am not interested in dating anyone but you." He smirked,"Stupid, I like you...It took so much time for you to realize that I always came to check out one beautiful girl in your dorm and that was you, Y/n. Just You"

"I like you too..." You hugged him burying your head into his warm chest.

#hoseok #bts #bts fluff #jhope #best friends to lovers #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #oneshot #hobi #sunshine

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barbika1508 · 5 years

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Status; Legendary (Demon! Hoseok x Reader)

Word count: 5,3k

Pairing: Demon! Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Supernatural (not the show), Romance, Smut

Disclaimer: Hell is described from my own imagination, I have many variations of it I didn’t base it onto anything really, didn’t follow any religious tones or anything, it’s all based loosely and it is just fiction.

Summary; Inspired by this post: Why would I fuck a demon? Simple, the status. Imagine rolling up into hell already having had your back blown out by one of their own. Imagine you and a gang of other losers standing at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? Legendary.

Authors Notes: Optional the song ‘Legend’ by ‘The Score’ listen to it when the gates open

‘’You can’t be serious!’’

‘’Oh, come on baby girl! Its been a while!’’ the puppy eyes he offers doesn’t help my case ‘’Don’t you love me no more?’’

‘’Do you want me to punch you that bad?’’ I threaten nerves spiking at the stupid last comment which has him giggling, and wrapping his arm around me properly burying his face into my neck again, breath ghosting over my bare skin ‘’Laugh it off yeah.’’ I nod along clapping my hands holding them over him, as he’s comfortably rested over me ‘’I have practice in 2 hours Hoseok-ah. Final stages you know we’ll be repeating the routine over, and over, and over and over again…’’ he bites into my neck stopping my rant by making me yelp. I lower my head down to glare at him, not surprised upon seeing the devilish smirk he’s offering.

‘’Didn’t stop you any time before, love.’’ He teases, crawling closer again his hard-on very present against my thigh, hands itching upwards.

‘’Did I ever tell you how annoying you are?’’ I sigh glaring at the ceiling trying to hide my smile, as he switches to pressing kisses to my neck.

‘’Twice a day everyday yes.’’ He jokes raising onto his elbows and hovers close making my eyes dart to his lips then back up. He grins widely ridiculously so but I can’t help it as the feeling of love and affection towards him overtakes me. My heart fucking soars even more so at his widening smile which is proof that he can hear how it speeds up ‘’So is that a yes?’’ he goes on blinking innocently tilting his head for effect which works. I should be saying no, I will regret this so much this whole week not only tomorrow. But what am I supposed to do? Say no? To him?

‘’Fine.’’ I groan which has him leaning in stealing a kiss ‘’But you better massage my poor sore muscles later, and draw me a bath and…’’ as I list the things, I want he’s quick to kick of the blanket we were under, and lie on his back, his hands dragging me by my forearms up and over so I’m straddling him. One glance down at his hard cock, and up his abs it has heat pooling in my cheeks, as well as spreading all over my body, my core getting practically zapped with arousal that’s gradually starting to rise, especially when I met his black eyes which are filled with lust.

‘’Anything my queen wants ugh…’’ he groans when I move my hips his cock sliding between my lower lips, my arousal and wetness starting to increase ‘’…and desires.’’ His tone goes deep, making me shiver and smirk at the affect I have on him while he’s staring at me with lips parted eyes terrifyingly black, which make him look like the embodiment of sin, despite my own position and doings that would suggest otherwise from another point of view as I am, teasing him, rubbing my pussy over his aching hard almost purple colored dick.

‘’Anything?’’ I ask looking down at him, sinking my bloody red nails into his shoulders. It was spur of a moment to do a manicure but he loved them instantly as I wore a matching lipstick the previous night when he came over under the pretense of us having a chill movie night in. I buck my hips harshly his hands lifting up to my hips, grip tight but not enough to bruise me.

‘’Ahh, please….’’ He breathes out as I move my hips forwards and backwards basically getting myself off more, as his dick brushes against my clit perfectly whenever I sway forward. I simply grin mimicking his devilish smile from before, licking over my lower lip once he opens his eyes cocking an eyebrow up. He groans again mewls practically, hands forcing my hips back where they stay. I drop onto one elbow getting closer. He’s quick to raise up wanting to meet my lips into a bruising kiss I assume, hence why I duck back avoiding him ending up chuckling amusedly, the thunderously low growl he lets out is indicating danger, and would concern anyone, but it only tells me I’m doing everything right.

‘’Impatient, aren’t we?’’ I continue to taunt him and with the hand I’m not supporting myself I use my fingers to trace them down the side of his face. He furrows his brows and pouts fingers raising as they dig into the flesh of my ass making me grin showing of my teeth another whine ripping from his lips.

‘’You are mean.’’ he whines adorably, as I lift my ass up and start slowly leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, trailing my lips upwards to his temple as I brace myself, hand shooting down once I don’t feel him against me. I grasp his cock, blowing some air past his ear down his neck which has him shuddering underneath me, hands tugging me downwards, while my fingers work over the tip of his cock, thumb occasionally brushing over the slit which earns me an occasional breathless moan.

‘’I’m just making you feel good Hobi.’’ I tease ending up chuckling leaning up to look at how frustrated he is, black eyes staring at me. He looks dangerous whenever he lets go of his concentration, with blank eyes which still after all this time I have a feeling like they see into my soul. And they do which makes this whole thing more exhilarating to have someone like him, a powerful demon underneath me like this rendered into a whining and sensitive mess.

‘’You ar…’’ he hisses as I let go of his cock and trail my hand up brushing my palm from my fingers down over his nipple, that has him tugging me down because of the clearly unexpected touch ‘’Y/N…’’ he practically growls and I think if he was more heated up or frustrated there would be smoke coming from his mouth, judging by the serious glare he is giving me. I pout at him innocently, blinking a few times for good measure and then lean in pressing the lightest kiss to his nose, pushing myself to straighten up for a moment, his eyes falling down over my body.

Running my hand through my hair I push it away to the side, keeping my eyes on him as he takes me in, his own hands having fallen down my thighs where they are resting ‘’Good boy.’’ I say sounding impressed his eyes snapping up to meet my own. We’ve been together for so long, so the eye thing doesn’t scare me anymore at all. (or the horns on occasion and other things) He’s quick to raise up, posture proper while his arms raise, fingertips pressing onto the skin over my spine, while his eyes melt back to the normal warm brown color which I first fell in love with.

‘’You’re pushing it today.’’ He murmurs as, as I let the tips of my nails gently rake downwards over his front, all the way till his cock, fingers stopping near the base ‘’Reallyyyyyy, pushing it.’’ he says through his teeth, as his fingers trace the round complex symbols that he left over my back and spine. They serve as protection marks, and it’s a way of claiming me as I’m a mere human and very, very fragile in his own words.

‘’Not more than the usual, my prince.’’ I murmur pressing a kiss to his forehead, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance as I grasp his dick firmer ‘’I’m just stating that you are being good, and that I should maybe give you a reward but I’m not so sure right now, with the attitude you are giving me.’’ I have my right hand resting on his shoulder, feeling how he tenses up at my words.

He growls more animalistic as he glares as me with a dark look, but I proceed to lower myself down mouth falling open at the sensation. Even though we’ve just both cum not even 15 minutes ago, the feeling of him entering me, will never get boring or the same. It’s like my body is made for him, it knows and anticipates his touches. Even seeing him arouses me, I crave him in every sense. And I shouldn’t; he is a demon after all, but life is too short. You gotta fuck up at some point in your life, but I’m not counting him as a mistake.

‘’FFfffaaaaaaa…’’ he slurs out grip on my hips tight, as I readjust blood rushing through my veins, heart pounding in my ears the feeling of fulness overwhelming me for a solid moment. Staring down at him, his eyes have fallen shut mouth parted, chest raising up and down heavily. Experimentally I rock my hips forward and back which has him letting out a moan from the depths of his throat, as I settle into gentle rocking, my nipples brushing against his every time I rock forward.

It feels so fucking good, it’s so hard keeping the concentration of simply rocking myself, lifting and lowering only slightly for starters. He fills me up so good, cock thick, and curved just right so it brushes against my g-spot dead on, every time I move. Its why it doesn’t take long to bring me to my height. At the mere thought of him fucking into me moving hips as if he’s a dancer has me clenching up, fingers digging into his shoulder, only prickling his skin.

‘’M-move, princessss…’’ he breathes out his hands letting go of me, in favor of tracing his long slim fingers upwards my ribs to cup my breasts firmly as an encouragement. I’ve long reached the point where my brain is turned to much, so I simply follow his order and brace myself lifting up, and then fall back down onto him. I can feel his tights clench whenever I lower down, and fingers pinch my nipples whenever I raise up. My thighs work with effort as I bounce on him, changing it up by moving my hips at one point, doing figure 8 while he eagerly latches his mouth onto one nipple. It makes me shudder, feeling his tongue run around it before it flickers over, teeth sinking into the nub a moment lately harshly leaving in it’s wake some pain with the pleasurable sensation.

Gathering some sanity, despite the pleasurable slide again my walls, I place my hands firmly onto his shoulders bringing his attention up to me ‘’Lie down.’’ I simply say which has him tilting his head briefly, expression shifting into one of pleasure a moment later as I slam myself harder down onto him. He goes down willingly with a high-pitched hum. I brace my hands over his chest getting steadier which helps me speed up the sensations insanely pleasurable from how wet and turned on I am, and how perfect he is inside me, reaching so deep.

With parted lips, I stare down at my boyfriend watching his reactions carefully. He has tilted his head back, eyes tightly closed concentration clear. I smirk to myself, the tingles in my neglected clit making me want to reach down but I hold myself back, clenching around him, his hands snapping finally onto my hips.

‘’Are you close baby??’’ I tease grinning widely even more once he manages to open his eyes, them darting down where we are connected before he looks up at me, with the familiar blankness the sensation of being exposed once more present.

‘’S-so c-close…’’ he hisses thrusting up, the movement not entirely surprising me but at the angle he thrusted more forcefully it has the head of his dick slightly brushing against my g-spot. My head falls forward fingers digging into his skin, as my momentum breaks thighs aflame by now.

But he is quick to whine and then readjust his grip on me, raising me up and then just starts to thrust into me without abandon. Gasping a shout gets lost upon the assault of pleasure, my mind getting completely fogged up. I barely register as I’m being flipped over, and my legs are being bent up almost till my head while he hovers over me, covering me up ‘’T-that’s it, princesssss…’’ he hisses in the end, holding onto me beneath the knees, keeping me in place as he pistons away pace brutal, skin hitting skin which is the loudest sound in the room besides the moans that at one point started to spill from my lips.

Its maddening, the feeling, the thought of him, the everything…

‘’Eyes on me princess.’’ Comes a surprisingly steady order, his husky voice making me clench automatically, with which I do earn myself a guttural moan from him. Opening my eyes, I don’t miss how his gorgeous expression twists into one of pleasure again, eyebrows furrowed eyes having turned normal as they re-focus back onto me with a glare of pure lust.

‘’H-H-Hob-b-i…’’ I barely manage out, the tidal wave of destruction reaching its peak in my lower belly, only a string holding it together. Its starting to hurt, my clit throbbing, everything starting to feel too much but not enough. I’m getting sensitive and I know he knows it because he shifts his knees right under me, and slows his thrust down in favor or going deeper and harder, literally knocking air out of my lungs.

‘’I got you baby…’’ he breathes out smiling, letting go of my legs to lean forward on one elbow as he cups my cheek, his other hand disappearing from my view. I stare at him completely starstruck, enamored with every part of my soul. Eyes darting to his lips he instantly closes the distance into a messy kiss which he takes advantage to swallow my moans, as in the same moment his fingers make contact with my clit.

He continues to move steadily, some thrust faster than other which means he’s close but is persisting because of me. The thought alone, has me clenching again and just looking at him once he leans back is enough. A flick from his skilled fingers just breaks that string and releases the tidal wave, that makes stars explode everywhere a pleasant white noise starting to play in my ears. I faintly hear his grunts as he just fucks me without abandon, quick to reach his own release. He shudders a few times, moans occasionally leave from his lips as he accommodates our both, lowering my legs down into a comfortable position while he still remains inside me, and now lies his head comfortably over my chest. Now the loudest sound in the room is our labored breathing, brains fried.

‘’I think you broke a part of my brain.’’ Comes the statement making me instantly chuckle once the words register properly ‘’What? It’s true!’’ he persists groaning, as he shifts raising his head up. Only now I notice how his hair has gotten messed up, some strands plastered onto his forehead others sticking out in every direction.

‘’I did no such thing.’’ My voice has gone a bit too from all the moaning, but nothing a nice cut of tea can’t fix ‘’You owe me big time though. My thighs are…’’ I groan shifting my leg briefly feeling the burn ‘’I want a bath, pizza, candles the fancy nice smelling ones, wine, your attention the whole night…’’

He ends up chuckling kissing my cheek and then lips shutting me up, as I smile opening my eyes which have fallen closed ‘’Make a list for me, I’ll make sure to do whatever my queen wishes.’’ He smiles genuinely, cupping my face gently while his eyes take me in as if he’s trying to engrave my features in his memory.

‘’Good.’’ I reply cockily ‘’You better.’’

Chuckling he leans in to kiss me again, even though its awkward as we’re both smiling ‘’Everything and anything for you.’’ He whispers breaking the kiss, leaning his forehead against my own.

‘’Everything, anything and beyond.’’ I whisper in return. Fuck how much I fucking love this man. He’s doing to be the death of me.

*30 minutes later*

Two…alright 5 steps out of my apartment and out into the cold, very cold freezing weather the frown just etched itself onto my expression, glare accompanying it. every step I make is not pleasant, my thighs burning with the strain from before. It’s as if it’s leg day that kind of pain after a 1-hour workout. And just as my luck would have it, the bus arrives just before me so I had to sprint before the bus driver would just drive away. I hate running but I hate being late even more. I’m not even surprised as every single seat on the bus is taken, or the guy that shamelessly pushes me away before I can sit myself next to an old lady who even offered a polite smile and nod to join her. alright asshole. The cheery on the top is that I get pushed to the middle of the long vehicle, and have people standing in my personal space.

Also, I got to say people are weird. Humans are weird. Surprisingly they freak me out more than for example demons. There’s this one girl that’s staring at me intensely, which prompted me to turn around, and yet I can see her reflection in the windows on some turns. But it does enable me to see the pitch-black eyes. Ugh. I don’t need to deal with demons today either, so it would be nice if she’d fuck off but that’s probably too much to ask. As the song ends through my earphones, I bring my phone out smiling at the lengthy text message I got from Hoseok, which contains mostly hearts that cover the whole screen of my phone.

Shifting the song into a more upbeat one, I hock my arm around the pole and start to reply with ‘I love you’s’ in all the languages I know and have learned as we both learned to say I love you in multiple languages. Yes, we are that cute!

Everything happens instantly thought. Through the earphones I faintly hear the screech of wheels, just as my finger hits send, my head snaps up towards the front of the bus where I watch as a car gets flipped over heading directly towards us. I literally don’t have any time to feel any kind of way, or to react for that matter.

I just blink in confusion as I don’t exactly comprehend what happened and is happening. At one point I’m literally watching how the car hits the windshield of the bus shattering it into million tiny bits of deadly glass, but before one can hit me with a blink of an eye, I find myself somewhere completely else. I blink in complete confusion at the weirdly blue wasteland I’m standing in. Its as if its night time, but with a ceiling that’s kind of like a sky without any kind of starts or cloud or planets, there’s only infinity of nothingness. The ground is solid, not concrete or laminated its just…solid flawless ground. My music is still blasting but has switched onto the playlist Hoseok made for me.

I don’t miss how the song that’s playing the title is ‘Save my Soul’.

Narrowing my eyes, I glance around and properly turn on my feet only now realizing I’m not alone. There’s are a few people near and around me, some looking as I am around in confusion, some are freaking out badly, and the rest are just standing still like statues frozen, which has me thinking that maybe they haven’t processed what had happened.

Squinting my eyes in the distance I can see something which gets my immediate attention…okay it’s not glinting because there’s no sunlight but I see something shiny. Given that there’s nothingness all around me, I scratch my itchy nose and glance around at the confused people before making the first step heading towards the thing.

I take my phone out briefly checking for the service which there’s none, and I’m not really surprised that there isn’t any. So, I continue listening to music, making my way forward glaring at whoever tries to approach me, as some look at me clearly confused and lost, and with puppy eyes but I ignore them making my way forward. They do start to follow me, the hysteric ones luckily at a safe distance. I take a glance at their faces noticing two things; 1. The girl that stared at me isn’t present, 2. This is half of the bus of people I rode with.

Shaking my head to myself, my fingers wrap around the pepper spray in the jacket I have on which is Hoseok’s as I stole it because its warmer, the fake fur inside the jacket truly a blessing for the chilly autumn. Although here right now I don’t feel particularly anything, temperature or emotionally wise. I mean there is this urgency I feel, but unlike some I can’t bring myself to worry about this situation. The shiny thing I was talking about is actually a gated door and fence on both side of it, only stretching around I don’t know either it’s 1 meter or 5 I’m bad at judging distance and math in general. Its bronze…of course it is. It looks fancy to, reminding me of the one in Buckingham palace in London, its in that style but with more details on it. I don’t know what’s the point of it exactly besides the appealing decorations, so I just figure it must be magic or something.

Reaching it I stop a few steps away, admiring it squinting my eyes looking for any clues as; why the fuck its here. Why the fuck am I here? Where the fuck am I even? Why the fuck am I using so many fucks?!

‘’Run! We should run while we still can!’’ a guy starts to shout in hysteria next to me suddenly, as he stares at the gates in horror ‘’RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!’’ he goes on turning to stare at me urgently itching closer to touch me, but I pull my hand out pointing my finger at him in warning daring him to move an inch. He clearly reconsiders it gulping nervously.

‘’There’s nowhere to run!’’ a girl says behind us getting his attention as I tug my earphones out ‘’It’s all emptiness! Where even are we?!’’ she goes on her breathing getting laboured eyes glossy.

‘’I’m not supposed to be here!!’’ another guy says.

‘’What the fuck do we do!’’

As the people gather around complaining raising their voices, I keep calm and collected going as far as to fold my earphones and put them away in my bag. At least I got all my things with me here. Taking the water bottle I’ve got I take a sip examining the gates again.

‘’How can you be so calm?’’ a voice cuts through the crowd shushing everyone down. I glance to the side at the angry looking man, capping the bottle back. Is the asshole who stole my seat.

‘’Panic isn’t going to help me.’’ I reply simply shrugging, zipping up my bag again.

‘’We’re in hell, aren’t we?’’ at the statement I glance to the old man on the edge of the group of 20 people. He looks calm staring at the gates unimpressed, before he looks towards us in question. It has everyone clearly thinking looking at the gates and around themselves. I cross my arms pursing my lips as I examine the symbols on the crests on the doors.

‘’Oh no.’’

‘’I can’t be here!’’

‘’Stop joking around old man!’’

‘’Don’t say nonsense!’’

‘’It can’t be hell!’’

‘’Yep this is definitely hell, fuck.’’

‘’Stop saying that!!!!’’

‘’Hey lady calm down.’’

‘’I don’t want to die I don’t deserve this!!!’’

‘’What is your deal?’’ the same man from before is suddenly right in front of me glaring down ‘’You’re the only calm one, what’s your problem? Do you know something that we don’t?’’ he hisses in the end, standing way to close to my liking, the scene he’s making capturing everyone’s attentions again.

‘’Yeah, what’s wrong with you??’’ another guy asks.

‘’She knows something! Tell us!! Where the fuck are, we?’’ a woman demands, while I keep glaring at the tall man before me, in his mid-thirties is my guess, wearing a decent suit, and has a polished up typical hairstyle. I just stare at him unfaltering which is clearly pissing him off. Anger issues?

‘’I don’t know anything like you.’’ I reply back calmly ‘’Stop assuming shit.’’

‘’Little girl you better tell us what’s happening…’’ he starts.

‘’I NEED TO GET HOME!’’ a woman rushes over putting herself into my face ‘’I HAVE 3 KIDS, THEY NEED ME! I’M A LOVING MOTHER I NEED TO GET BACK TO THEM!’’ she insists crying, as I back away. The shouts begin like domino after her, the people all suddenly yelling right at me. I settle for turning my back onto them and glaring at the gates, wondering if we are in hell for real. The crest on the doors that gets my attention the most is the one on top. My eyes only briefly glance over it, the picture it represents, the bloody red diamond getting my attention. As if it knows and senses my curiosity something in the air shifts, a light breeze suddenly whisking past us, making the people finally shut up, and stare at the gates that are opening.

The door doesn’t even fully start to open when a guy is suddenly walking from the other side. I only give him an unimpressed glare as he strides to the line of the gates with a cheerful smile on his face, wearing all black of course, tight jeans, and a long shirt that has see through sleeves. The belt he has over his chest, and around his waist I narrow my eyes slightly at because okay my first thought is kinky, but his attire is kind of hot I’m not going to lie. His hair is parted making him look more dangerous once the smile turns slightly sinister as he glances around at the people, until he meets my gaze. His mood shifts as a gentle smile appears expression softening.

‘’There you are.’’ He says clearly unbothered by the people staring. He raises his hand up in invitation as I straighten up from my slightly hunched position ‘’C’mon we’re going to be late!’’ he says enthusiastically urging me on.

‘’Yeah yeah.’’ I grumble ‘’My legs hurt still.’’ I point out no fucks given for the others as I stalk walking towards my boyfriend who looks to giddy about this whole situation.

‘’Awww my poor princess.’’ He coos as I quickly reach him taking his hand in my own.

‘’Hey!!’’ the guy from before shouts interrupting Hobi just as he was about to say something ‘’What about us?!’’ turning back he’s glaring at my boyfriend.

‘’Yeah what about us?’’ the uproar begins quickly but nobody dares to step forward which I find fascinating. They do protest and shout and demand answers. I turn to the love of my life instead looking up at him in question.

‘’Can we go?’’ I ask instead shifting from one foot to another. He grins wider tugging me closer to him but doesn’t give me a kiss or anything yet.

‘’We can in 30 seconds. Jimin is on his way, to take care of them.’’ He replies casually and then points with his other hand to the man that ganged up on me from the very beginning ‘’You!’’ he states ‘’You’ve earned yourself additional penalties for harassing not only a sweet and fairly innocent young woman…’’ I quickly jab my elbow into his side briefly making him chuckle ‘’…but also for even considering of touching her, and for having filthy thoughts about her. She’s mine.’’ The last part comes out as a growl anger rising. I can feel he’s trying to hold himself back ‘’If you weren’t dead already…’’ he tilts his head to the side taking in a breath, while I squeeze my hand tighter in his.

‘’Let it go Hope-ah.’’ I try to assure him glancing back at Jimin who’s smirking already as he approaches us, wearing similar attire that looks way sexual to me ‘’Hey Jiminie.’’ I greet him his smirk widening.

‘’Hey little bird.’’ I only shake my head at the nickname as I don’t find it fitting but he’s to stubborn to change his mind.

‘’Are you done?’’ Hoseok snaps suddenly making me chuckle.

‘’Okay that’s enough.’’ The guy suddenly states starting to march towards us angrily. I raise an eyebrow as he approaches us watching as his steps falter, eyes widening as he stares ahead of us, eyes widening fear twisting his features ‘’No.’’ he whispers ‘’No. NO!’’ and there it is madness. I curiously glance to my left past the gate but I don’t see anything just more wasteland.

‘’I want this one and those 5 others given special privileges.’’ Hoseok says casually. I know it’s an order thought. Glancing at Jimin his sweet smile turns upwards more promising nothing good for the said 5 chosen ones.

‘’Noted and notified hyung.’’ he says sweetly ‘’It will be my honour to deliver the privileges myself.’’

‘’You have one runaway. A guy ran off.’’ I quickly pipe in the now blue haired demon giving me a thankful and pleasant smile nodding his head.

‘’Have fun Noona.’’ Is what he says before stepping forward while I turn to Hoseok who leans down and kisses me completely catching me off guard. He doesn’t give me time to return the kiss as he breaks it unexpectedly. Again, like before within a blink of an eye find myself in a completely different area. I’m taken aback at the room we’re standing in. I do immediately notice the orange, yellow and red lighting from the outside of the windows, but my attention goes to the rose petals on the bed, and many candles placed around the huge bedroom decorated in Hoseok’s style. I glance towards the desk on my left where I can spot two boxes of pizza, and bottles of my favourite wine.

‘’C’mon.’’ he gently urges me, tugging my bag off letting it drop to the ground. He tugs me forward by hand, to the next room, the bathroom even more grand than the room almost. There’s a giant bathtub filled up with water and bubbles, candles placed everywhere as well as music already playing softly and quietly ‘’So did I achieve your demands?’’ he asks, fingers quietly tracing over my arms up my shoulders to the front of the jacket. As he stands behind me, he starts sliding it off which I do let him with a smile on my face, my heart filling up with so much love towards him.

The jacket drops without care on the floor, yet my attention is completely on his touch, on the way his hands are both sliding over my back, over my hips going around to take both hands into my own as he presses his front flush to my back. A gentle kiss lands on the side of my neck, making me hum in content as the familiarity fully settles back into my bones, and I find myself instantly relaxing into his hold ‘’Now I know why you were so gentle with me today.’’ I point out hearing him chuckle as he lulls us side to side to the music.

‘’I’m always gentle with you.’’ Comes the reply making me snort and glance back ‘’Mostly.’’ He adds and complies with me by letting go enough so I can turn in his hold, and take his hand properly, my right one resting on his shoulder while his other goes around my waist as he easily lulls us into a slow dance.

‘’So, my time was up huh?’’ I ask his stare loving and almost entranced as his eyes are taking me in.

‘’As a human yes.’’ He replies pressing a kiss to my forehead ‘’But as my queen, it’s only the beginning my love.’’

#bts smut #bts hoseok x reader #bts jhope #bts hoseok #bts demon #jhope x reader #bts demon au #bts fanfic #bts jung hoseok #bts fanfction #jung hoseok x reader

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smoljams · 6 years

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‘Nothing Like Us’ part 1/? ~ Jungkook Imagine

Ughh im bored and just thought up this scenario bcs i have no life. I’m sorry if this is bad, its my first one!! x

genre; gonna be a ‘best friends to lovers’ type fic if you want me to do more parts, just let me know :))

warnings; its my first time and there's a couple swear words

“Y/N~ahhh come dance with us~”

You look up from your phone to see 3 pouty faces looking down at you - Tae, Jimin and Kookie. It’s currently 9:25 am and the three of them are full of energy, dancing around to various songs; ranging from CL, to Blackpink, to PSY, to even their own music.

“Please jagiiii” Jungkook was now kneeling in front of you, they really wanted you to join in huh? You sigh and get up from the couch. Immediately you had three grown men hugging you all at once, unintentionally squishing you.

“Yay come on Y/N. Lets dance to airplane pt 2!” giggled Tae. You were the same age as Jimin and Tae, just a couple of months younger, but it always seemed to surprise you how someone with such a deep voice could act like a 2 year old. You loved it though! You loved all your 7 best friends. They’ve always been there for you since you could remember, that’s why you decided to move in with them 4 years ago. And if you were completely honest with yourself, it was probably one of the best decisions you have ever made.

“Noooonaaa” Jungkook whined “come stand by me~”

You didn’t even have a choice, before you knew it he was pulling you over by your arm.

*roughly 1 hour later*

“Hey guys we’re ba- wow there’s a party going on in here” Hobi laughed as he walked in, the others from the hyung line following behind. Hoseok being Hoseok, he joins in with the funniest aegyo dance moves ever.

The other 3 hyungs make themselves at home; Not really paying attention to the noise as it's normal for the younger boys to create chaos. That is until ‘Rainism’ comes on.

Not knowing the dance to this one, you sat down next to Yoongi on the sofa. The way Jungkook's persona changed - going from the cutest baby boy to the hottest man you've ever seen - had given you butterflies. Everything about him had you in a trance.

His tousled, brown hair was like hues of a woodland, with each strand sitting perfectly on his head, weaving together to frame his golden face. His gorgeous dark eyes filled with confidence and lust. Your own eyes wander down, his jawline flawlessly sculptured, outlining his mesmerising profile. His face was strong and defined; his features carved from granite. Jungkook’s usual boyish ‘bunny’ grin had now been tugged upwards, forming a sensual smirk on his god-like face. Oh boy, he knew he looked heavenly. He was wearing a black, oversized t-shirt and misty grey jogging bottoms; his strong forearms disappearing into the short sleeves - the outfit might be basic but Jungkook looked surreal. Every dance move flowed faultlessly. His big hands and long, yet strong fingers made you feel some type of way. His lips were parted slightly, his breath rough and slightly jagged, concentration evident on his beautiful face.

He had never looked like this before. Looked so different. Looked so perfect. You hadn't realized that Namjoon had walked into the room, let alone sit the other side of you, that was until he elbowed your arm.

"Hey y/n, I wouldn't get too lost in the maknae like that" Joonie laughed. "It kinda seems like you have a crush on him"

You did have a crush on him. But you could never admit to that. Jungkook was one of your best friends, one of your roommates, and as far as you were aware, you were the only girl he could talk too without malfunctioning. His has always been so comfortable around you and you the same with him.. But you suppose that’s just because you act like ‘one of the guys’. Come on, you think to yourself, he’d never like you back, he is Jeon fucking Jungkook, and you’re just Y/N. You can’t confess to him because he’d say no and then it’d be awkward for everyone, wouldn't it? The last thing you want to do is jeopardize not only you and Jungkook’s friendship but your friendship with the other guys too.

“um Y/N..you okay there?” Namjoon’s hushed tone quickly brought you back to reality.

“Yeah Namjoon I’m fine, I’ve just got a headache.” The small white lie slipped out, but you don’t think too much about it - it’s not like you could have told him the truth.

Out of the 7 guys, Namjoon is the ‘big brother’ figure for you. He was the one who invited you to live with them 4 years ago, made you feel right at home in South Korea, helped you develop your pronunciation, and, well, annoyed the fuck out of you when he felt necessary. Perhaps it was because you reminded him of his younger sister? It must have been pretty difficult for him to leave behind his baby sister, while he travelled the world, selling out arenas with his best friends - whereas a normal dude would be at home, making fun of his sister and scaring away any other guys who dared to go near her.

Unfortunately for you, Namjoon is an intellectual. Of course he saw straight through your lie. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to call you out on it, oh no, he’s going to do anything and everything in his power to get you closer to Jungkook.

A/N: omfg was this any good? Please let me know if you want a part 2 - i have so many ideas for this bestfriendau! Thanks for reading!!xx

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aesthetics-and-fics · 6 years

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{Part 4}

Genre(s): Fluff, Angst (Like wow)

Pairing: Hybrid! Rap line (Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi) X Female Reader

Word Count: 1875 Words

Tags/Trigger Warnings: Themes of darker pasts and angst, themes of fluffy romance and the cheesiest of cheese. Prep yourself for the rollercoaster bbs.

Summary: Y/N and Hobi get angsty and you’ll learn a lot about them both this chapter. GET THE TISSUES

You woke up to an empty bed and a neatly written on the side table. You were disappointed yet oddly happy with the solitude. You reached across and picked up the notebook paper and read it through half-lidded eyes.

Hey, y/n. I went out to get groceries because I knew you would never let me run errands alone if I tried to go if you were awake. I hope you slept well and the boys should be home by the time you’re up. Be Home soon. -Joon

You smiled at his cunning. You wouldn’t have let him go and you laughed lightly at how he already knew you so well. You got out of bed and dressed again. Throwing on a large tee shirt, baggy sweats, and socks, you walked into the hall to see Yoongi laying and sleeping in his room but Hoseok was nowhere to be seen. Where was your puppy? Was he sleeping? You get kind of worried. Normally he was so loud and out there, so he must be asleep. Maybe not home?

You searched all over the house. The kitchen, then the living room, you even checked the laundry room he was spooked about. But you found him in the bedroom closet. He was all curled up in the corner asleep and it made you smile wide. He looked so cute this way. He was calm and still and looked as if nothing could harm him.

All of that changed the moment he saw you watching you were met with a deep growl.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you puppy!”

“Get away from me.” He said coldly as he glared at you.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be mad.” He turned away from you and didn’t say a word. You walked away not wanting to disturb him anymore. He didn’t speak to either you or Yoongi all day for 4 whole days.

11am- Silent

1pm- Silent

3pm when you usually walked him- Silent

5pm at dinner- Silent

9pm before bed when you would say goodnight- growls and glares

You became increasingly more concerned with every passing silent meeting. Where was the boisterous puppy you adopted?

You walked right back to the closet he had used for shelter from you after the other two went out to give him a chance to talk with you privately and opened the closet door slowly. Once again you were greeted with a deep growl from the large pups’ throat. You were taken aback by the anger behind it.

“What is up with you, puppy? You can talk to me about it. You ok?”

“Fuck off.” He growled deeply once again as you tried to pet behind his ear.

He had never sworn at you before and you were very caught off guard by this language. You refused to back down to him though. Everything in those books said to assert our dominance and make sure he understood who was boss.

“Enough Hoseok!” You shook your finger at him to point blame at the bad behavior, “Do NOT growl at me. Tell me what is bothering you! I am done with this treatment.”

“Then send me away. You don’t need me around anyway, do you?”

Your heart dropped at his words, “Where is this coming from Hoseok? I always want you around.”

“You don’t need me around so don’t lie to me. Just fuck off or send me away.”

“Not a chance in hell!” You yelled back. He stood up in opposition to your bravery. He hovered over you as his gaze became more and more furious.

“I. Said. FUCK OFF!” He yelled back at you. Little did he know, you were too stubborn to back down now, and his tone only fed that red fire. You became angry at the man, which topped the emotional cake and its beautiful layers of confusion and sadness.

“And I said. NOT A CHANCE IN HELL!” You stood there against him, chest to chest.

He was slightly impressed but still pushed forward against you to make you back away. “You don’t need me here so why shouldn’t I just leave?!”

“Where is this coming from Hoseok?! Tell me what made you feel this way?”

“HIM!” he screamed at you as pinpricks of tears threatened to escape his eyes.

“Who is him Hobi? I need to know details! Just talk to me! I’m not gonna be mad!”

“Damn right you won’t be mad! You’d have no fucking right! You fucked him! You let him do those things and what is worse is you tried to LIE to me! You tried to hide it, y/n! I thought you were going to be different from the other owners.”

Your heart dropped to your feet and your jaw soon followed. He knew. Oh god, what did you do?

“Hobi I- “

“NO! Shut up! You didn’t think I would smell it? Or see him grab your ass and hold you! Are hybrids just pets to you? Objects? Are we a fetish?”

“It isn’t like that at all! I don’t want that! You mean so much to me! Please just let me- “

“I SAID SHUT UP!” He turned away from you and ran his hands through the brown mop of hair he had, “I can’t wear this anymore.”

He threw down the collar you had bought him and refused to look at it for more than seconds before turning from it in disgust. “I thought you were gonna be different! I thought we could all live together and you would care about me! But no, its just another place to sleep because you care about him! Do you love him? Hm?”

“Puppy-“

“DO. YOU. LOVE. HIM?”

“Yes, but if you’d just let me- “

“God DAMMIT.” He yelled deeply as he grabbed the nearest object, the pillow thank god, into the wall with a strength you hadn’t seen from him, “I thought you were gonna be different y/n.”

“FOR FUCK SAKE HOBI LET ME SPEAK.” The husky was shocked at your volume. His head snapped toward you to see you completely breaking down. But rather than sobbing you yelled at him, “I am different! I love you all for different reasons! All 3 of you! I wouldn’t have hidden it if-“, one sob slipped out mid-rant, “If I had known it’d hurt you but I thought it would hurt worse for you to know.”

“You don’t love me. You don’t lie to people you love. What you think is love is sick if it involves this shit y/n”

“I don’t know as much about love as you think you ass! You act like you’re the only one with a bad past Hoseok! That’s why I got you all! I wanted to make someone happy and love something so that you would love me too. I was lonely!”

“Doesn’t mean you can use us and lie to us! You have no right to patronize me for being hurt!”

“And you have no right to yell at me before you hear me out!”

“THE TELL ME WHY?”

“THEN LET ME!”

A silence befell the two of you as your chests heaved in anger. You just stared at each other, you had reached an impasse. He nodded at you moments after as if it was approved for you to begin the explanation. You sat on the single bed and stared at your shaky hands as tears silently streamed down your face.

“I was lonely. This house was so empty, and I debated getting a hybrid for a while. I wanted someone there when I came home, and full humans are fucking stupid. I needed someone to care for. I don’t know relationships, or at least not healthy ones. I need you to know I am trying SO hard to keep you all happy and I hate that I made you cry and I know I’m a failure but please know I love you all! I don’t want you to ever feel you have to leave again! You three are all I have.”

His whole body softened as you spoke. His shoulders slumped, and his expression moved to one of sadness rather than hate. He moved to sit beside you but refrained from touching you. He was still very hurt.

“I wanted you to love me first. I wanted to be that one for you. To be the one to get to hold you and make you smile more than the others.” He looked at his own hands before turning to look you in your eyes.

“I have never been treated this good before. The other owners I had never understood me. I was a fetish for a while, then an object to show off in those fucking dog shows they have for hybrids now. I was never me. So, to know you fucked him, to know that was something you liked, was torture y/n” He passed to assess the truths of his feelings and you couldn’t feel worse. You hurt him badly and you hated yourself for it. But he continued, “but I sat and really thought about it and realized that it wasn’t that he fucked you or ‘that it was wrong’ at all. It was that is wasn’t me. I’m not the one to get to do that. Yoongi doesn’t seem to be fazed by it but he’s sad too. I just wanted to be the one to get to hold you first, but Yoongi got to. I wanted to be intimate with you first, but Namjoon got there first. I just feel like I should just go.”

“Don’t ever think you don’t belong here, Hoseok. I love you all. I love my hyper puppy that bounces off walls and drives the cat nuts. You always make me smile and I just want you happy.”

“Because I’m a pet. I’m just a dog to you y/n. I’m not like the- “, you cut him off with your hands in his and your tear salted lips pressed against his. He savored this surprise and kissed back after a moment of processing. His lips were soft and gentle against yours. You broke the kiss and smiled slightly at the chase of his lips as yours left.

“I love you all Hobi. All of you. I love you. You are never pets. I know you’re hurt and I am so unbelievably sorry. Please just be patient with me. This is all new to me too.”

He smiled weakly as he gripped your hand tighter, “Ok. But please don’t you ever lie to me again. You broke my heart, y/n.”

“Never again. And you are the first for one thing, puppy.”

His nub of a tail wagged slightly for the first time in days. You smiled at his excitement. You loved to see him happy. All you ever wanted was your sunshine back. “What is that then?”

“You’re the first one I’ve said I love you too.”

And there it was. His smile beamed wide and he damn near tackled you over onto the bed, digging his face into your neck as he spoke, “I love you too, y/n. I really do. We’ll be ok. Right?”

You kissed his head softly, “Always, sunshine. Always.”

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thetrueghostqueen · 5 years

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Stalked- Chapter 3

masterlist cover prologue chapter 1 chapter 2

The next week left all of BTs irritated and confused. The scene that they had gotten used to of Jin, Kaylee, and Hoseok was gone.

The new normal was watching Kaylee enter with their drink orders. Her personally giving theirs to them except Hoseok's. His was placed by the mirrors and then she'd sit in the back of the studio with head phones and ignore them.

Namjoon and Yoongi tried to speak to Hoseok but he wasn't talking. Jin tried talking to Kaylee since she was the closest to him next to Hoseok but she wouldn't give either.

Dinners were awkward. She'd cook, they'd sit, she'd leave. Not leave like to her room, no she left the dorm.

It's been 7 days of this tense behavior. Jimin wanted the tension gone. During break he made his way over to Kaylee and sat down. He smiled at her and gestured to her ear bud.

She nodded and he put it up to his ear. She was listening to a GOT7 song. "Your favorite group?" Jimin asked.

Kaylee turned her head to Jimin. "You could say that." She whispered.

Hoseok watched them in the mirror. He spent the last week pissed off and confused. Hours and hours he went over and analyzed everything. Worried and wondering if he got all of the signs wrong.

He admits her wanted her but she made the first move. She asked to kiss him. He could still feel her body pressed against his. The way her lips molded to his as if they were created to be his perfect match.

Confessing he wanted her. Watching her and Jimin laughing about God knows what caused his fists to clench in anger. "My name's not Kaylee." Her last confession entered his mind. She lied to him. She lied to them all.

Was anything she told them true? Yes she was vague when answering questions about herself to the group, but he really believed she had opened up to him and Jin. She played them all. She played him.

He stood up. He was angry. So angry he couldn't stay in the room any longer. With one last look in the mirror he made his way to the door. He opened the door to leave and stopped. His voice ringing loud and clear in the room. "Careful Min. Don't get too close, she's a lying bitch." The door slammed behind him.

Everyone turned their attention to Kaylee after Hoseok's words. They watched as she silently wiped a tear from her eye and covered her head with her hoodie pressing her tiny frame as close to the wall as she could.

Nobody spoke. The practice room was silent with the exception of breathing. BTS waited for over an hour for Hoseok to return. When it was evident that he wouldn't Namjoon called it a day.

Silently and with her head down Kaylee fled the practice room and ran all the way home. Her vision was blurry because of tears and the horrible contacts she was forced to wear that she didn't see the body leaning against her door.

"We need to talk."

She stopped and tried to see the face pf the person who spoke. It sounded like Hoseok but he hadn't spoken to her in a week. However the words were said with enough anger that it was probably was. "Let me be, Hoseok."

Hoseok pushed off the door and stepped closer. "How many?"

Kaylee was confused. "How many what?"

"First Jin and I now Min. Are you trying to get through all of BTS?"

Kaylee bit back tears at his question. First a lying bitch and now a hoe. "Is that what you think of me?" she croaked.

Hoseok sighed. "It's not what I want to think but it's what it seems like. What should I believe?"

Kaylee let out a frustrated groan. She moved passed him and opened her door. "Get in." she ordered.

Hoseok walked in and took a seat on the couch. He studied her as she paced in front of him. Was he going to get the truth or more lies.

"I-I didn't lie exactly." She started. "It was supposed to be easy they said. A few months top and you'll be back."

Now Hoseok was lost. Confused long gone out the window. "What?"

Kaylee stopped pacing and looked at Hoseok. "I wasn't supposed to get close to anyone. That's why I tried to be silent. Not give any details of my life. Because until this ends my life no longer exists."

"What does that mean?" Hoseok queried. "Not your life?"

Kaylee groaned and ran her fingers through her hair. They got stuck with bobby pins halfway through. "Stay here. I'll be right back to explain. Just don't go."

She got up quickly leaving the room not waiting for an answer. Hoseok stayed seated on the couch thinking over every confused thing she told him trying to make sense of it all.

He was so lost in thought he didn't notice the girl in front of him. "Hobi?" She whispered.

Hoseok looked up. The girl in front of him was the same height as Kaylee but that was they only thing the same. Kaylee had long curly dark brown hair. This girl had light brown hair that was straight. Kaylee's features were more angled. This girl was soft and ethereal. Kaylee was pretty and cute. This girl was beautiful and stunning.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She changed out of those hideous baggy clothes into a tank top and shorts. He wanted to speak but was afraid the vision before him would disappear if her did.

"This is the real me, Hobi." She whispered.

"Why? I don't understand. Why the hiding?" He finally spoke.

"Do you, Do you not know who I am?" she asked.

Hoseok frowned. Was he supposed to? Obviously she wasn't the girl he spent the last few weeks with. But no he could honestly say he didn't know. He shook his head in answer.

She kneeled in front of him. "My name is not Kaylee. My name is Sayora. I'm..."

Hoseok cut her off pushing her away to stand. "Hold it." He started his mind churning again. "Sayora, like worldwide superstar Sayora?"

She sat back on the floor and looked up at him. "Yes." She whispered.

Anger flared again. Was this girl really expecting him to believe that one of the most famous superstars in the world was in hiding masquerading as a nobody Personal Assistant for a K-Pop Idol Group? Bull shit.

He glared at her as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and made a call. his glare intensified as the call connected. "You home?" He spoke.

After the person on the other ended responded he hung up and picked the girl up and left her apartment. He crossed the hall to BTS dorm.

He walked passed all the curious faces of his group and stopped in front of Jimin. "Who is she?" Hoseok demanded.

Jimin looked at Hoseok before trailing his eyes down to the girl in his arms. His eyes widened in shock when he recognized her. He jerked his eyes back to Hoseok. "Hyung why are you holding Sayora?"

#angst #romance #bts #bts fanfiction #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #jeon jungguk #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #park jimin #min yoongi #upcoming #new #xreader

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artificialskyway-archives · 6 years

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Close Call

Members: Hoseok x Reader

Type: Fluff

Length: 1,489

You were walking home from class, only a few blocks away from your school. The day wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. The sun shone, clouds passed by slowly, cars and people kept zooming by. It was all just a normal, busy day. You came to the end of the sidewalk, waiting for the big, bright, walking figure to show on the light pole. Once it finally switched on you carried on your way, walking across the street; only half aware of your surroundings. You had only taken two steps before you saw a car zooming down the street, right towards you. Before you had any time to process your next move a pair of hands were on your waist, pulling you out of the street and back onto the sidewalk, ripping you from your frozen state. The hands spun you around and your mind was racing a mile a minute. Looking up, to thank your silent hero you frozen once more. The silence overcame you once you laid eyes on the face in front of you. He must have been one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen.

This guy was quite tall, he had strong, high cheekbones that looked like they were personally handcrafted by the gods themselves. His bright orange hair reflected nicely under the sun, looking soft and fluffy. You noticed the look of concern that was painted all over his face and you soon snapped back to reality. You almost got run over by a car after all.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I am now,” you let out with a small huff, your eyes never leaving his beautifully symmetric face. Realizing what you just said, you quickly pulled away from him and tried to mend the situation.

“Um. Th-thank you. I don't want to think about what would've happened if you hadn't pulled me away,” you continued. You stood there, mind still trying to process the last few minutes but all you could focus on was the tall, gorgeous hero staring back at you.

“You're very welcome… um… what's your name?”

A rush of relief washed over you after seeing how he even seemed to be almost as nervous as you. “Y/N,” you replied with a smile.

“That's a pretty name. Y/N.” His smile grew as he repeated your name. You could feel your cheeks getting warmer by the second.

“My name's Hoseok, but everybody calls me Hobi.”

“It's nice to meet you, Hobi.” You responded, unable to look anywhere but into his sparkling eyes; for a moment it seemed like he was doing the same. “I wish there was a way I could repay you.”

“How about you let me take you to lunch? I was on my way to a very good restaurant, and I would definitely like to have your company.”

“That sounds good,” you accepted and he took your hand in his as he happily pulled you along with him. Normally if a guy you just met grabbed your hand you would’ve been offended or yanked your hand away, but for some reason holding his hand just felt right. What did this mean? Why did this random stranger make your heart flutter? Did he feel the same way? You walked a couple blocks to a tiny restaurant nestled in between two local shops. As you two came closer you recognized everything about it; it just so happened to be your favorite restaurant.

Because you both had already shared so much during your walk, you began to feel your nerves escalating since you couldn't think of anything else to talk about while you two were eating. Instead, you both glanced and smiled at each other every now and then during the meal. There was an awkward feel to the whole situation, but Hobi’s eyes looked at you with such warmth, it made it worth it. Once you were done, you two just sat in each other’s company for a while, looking out the window, observing others passing by. As you two continued to sit there, you realize your favorite song was playing in the background.

“Ah. I love this song,” he said, it’s almost as if he read your mind.

“Me too!” You shared, and you both laughed at the coincidence. This song wasn’t one that most people would consider their favorite. It was rather slow, but you just really loved the way the artist’s voice blends so perfectly with the melody of the instruments. It always managed to captivate you and put you in a sweet melodic trance.

Snapping you back to reality, Hobi got up and stood next to you, extending his hand.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Here? Um, there's no dance floor.” You stated.

“Then let's make one.” He said plainly, taking your hand.

When you stood up he put his other hand on the small of your back, pulling you in close to him. The sweet smell of his cologne burned a beautiful hole in your senses. “Is this okay?” he asked, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You nodded, putting your empty hand on his shoulder, and burying your face in his chest, slightly embarrassed and shy by the current situation. But Hoseok’s aura captivated you and made all your nerves fly away. Eventually, you started dancing, getting lost in the sound of the song’s melody.

The cashier behind the counter stopped taking a customer's order when she caught sight of what was going on. She quickly ran to the chef and had him take a look at the couple that just transformed their restaurant into a small dance hall. Everyone in the restaurant was looking at you two, but you had no idea until the song ended. You didn't know why, but you felt safe in his arms. It was like you two fit perfectly.

After you two stopped dancing, you heard a light applause all around you and Hobi. You were so embarrassed that you buried your face in his chest again, a smile forming on your heated face. You could feel him chuckle as he held you close, resting his chin on the top of your head.

You both returned to your seats, exchanging quick smiles and ‘thank you’s’ to those around you. You glanced at Hobi, and he was staring back at you with his sweet, dark brown eyes. “I think they liked it.” he uttered, a light giggle leaving his lips.

You laughed at his comment, and stared down at the table. The chef then came over to your table, he exchanged words with you two, telling you about how beautiful it was to see two young people incredibly in love with each other. He gave you a free chocolate cheesecake and thanked you both for the sweet glimmer of hope. You wanted to tell the chef that you thought he was crazy, that you couldn’t be in love. Yet, somehow you knew that would be a lie. You and Hobi enjoyed the free dessert together, exchanging little comments about the deliciousness of the sweet dessert.

Once you two left the restaurant, Hoseok offered to walk you to your apartment and you agreed. The day was going so well, and you simply didn’t want it to end. When he got to the door, he pulled you close to him by your waist. His swift moves all seemed so brave, but his touches were soft and gentle. You could tell he was nervous but you admired that he didn’t let his nerves stop him from being bold. Hobi leaned in closer to you, your faces incredibly close. He hesitated for half a second before his smooth lips landed softly on yours. Taken aback you froze in your tracks, but his silky touch made you feel empowered and comfortable. You reached your hands up to his hair, intertwining your fingers in the locks and pulled him in closer. After a moment he broke away, letting you both catch your breaths. Your head was spinning at the sudden rush of bliss and sweet adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Is it too early to ask you to be mine?” Hobi asked, a light huff of air leaving his mouth.

“Not at all. I mean you did save my life. I have to repay you in some way,” you replied with a smile. This time, you kissed him first and his arms wrapped tighter around you, holding you close. After the kiss, his lips moved up and he kissed your forehead.

He gave you his number and said his goodbyes before leaving. As he walked away, you couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring his height, the way he floated through life with such vibrant boldness, all while his eyes carried such soft warmth. You spent the next hour in total bliss, thinking about nothing but today’s events, trying to figure out how you got to be so lucky.

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#hoseok fluff #hoseok scenario #hoseok oneshot #hoseok fic #jhope fic #jhope scenario #jhope fluff #jhope oneshot #bts hoseok #bts jhope

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taehyvnggs · 7 years

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Park Jimin // “Side Hoe”

Summary: You didn’t mean to kiss Jimin...it just happened. And now you can’t stop thinking about it.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: there’s cheating:-(, mentions of sex

It was all a drunken mistake. Partying with Jimin was part of your normal weekend agenda. The goal was to get safely shitfaced and call Jungkook for a ride home. It’s what best friends do! Weekdays are reserved for Jimin’s girlfriend, Sana. That was just how the cookie crumbled, and you made a note to not complain about it.

The number one rule to your nights: Don’t get involved in games that may lead to a hookup. You didn’t have much to lose, but Jimin had his relationship on the line. Even piss drunk, Jimin understood this concept. That’s why his girlfriend trusted him so much -- Jimin knew where the line was, and he knew not to cross it.

Except when you both were stumbling home because Jungkook was out of town. He just kissed you underneath a flickering street light. It was completely out of the blue, but you still kissed him back. You didn’t regret it in the moment, but now you do. You haven’t even spoken about it with Jimin, and it was two months ago. You both have been distancing yourselves from each other. There are only brief conversations and small smiles when you walk past each other. You talk to Sana more than you talk to Jimin now.

You didn’t want to stop being friends with Jimin, but you assumed that it’d be better off that way. All you thought about was kissing him again. How could you possibly do that to him and his girlfriend? Coming between them was the last thing that you’d want. That being said, cutting off Jimin would reduce the likeliness of catching feelings. It made you feel like shit, but so be it.

“Jeez, Y/N. If you like Jimin, why not just tell him? You will get a straight answer!” Yoongi says before taking a sip of his coffee. His is hot and black while yours is iced and creamy. It’s the perfect display of how you two are polar opposites. It’s a miracle how you’ve both been tolerating each other’s presence for two months.

You cross your arms and lean back against the cafe’s chair. “That ruins friendships. Plus, I don’t like him!” you defend yourself. Yoongi never really understood the concept of “having feelings” because he’s too involved with work to see the googly eyes he gets from people. The other business majors are swooning after him but he’s got his nose so far up in his textbook that he’ll never notice.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and adjusts his dark hair. Under the day’s sunrise, it looks pretty good. “My ass. You’ve been talking about him awfully much. You have also been spending more time with me.”

“Yoongi, I always spend time with you when Jimin’s with his girlfriend,” you counter.

“Y/N, that’s during week nights. It’s five in the morning on a Saturday,” he responds quickly to prove his point. “I mean, I’m not complaining, because I love you as a person, but I can’t help you when you reject my advice.”

“Because I don’t want to see him, Yoongi. Every approach you have hurts me in the long run.” You sip your cold coffee and feel it make its way to your stomach.

Yoongi laughs. “Well that’s inconvenient for you. You’re both history education majors and have the same exact classes.”

“Damn Jimin for suggesting that,” you huff.

“You see him every day, dude.”

“I’ve been sitting with other people,” you mention. Jimin hasn’t really cared much about that. If he did, he would have confronted you about it by now. You’ve learned to accept the fact.

“And you’ve been seeing other people,” Yoongi adds, smiling cheekily at you. Part of you wants to vomit because you know he’s referring to himself.

“Not interested,” you say like it’s a chore.

“Wasn’t implied,” he smirks. “Morning, Hoseok.”

Yoongi scoots over so that Hoseok can sit next to him. He’s wearing a black sweatshirt and gray joggers. He looks dead tired with bags under his eyes and black coffee in his hands. At least he looks good while tired.

“Hey, lovebirds. What’s today’s topic of interest?” yawns Hoseok before taking a gulp of his coffee.

“Y/N’s plain and obvious love for Jimin. She should tell him about her feelings already. Agree?” Yoongi tells Hoseok like this is something you’d actually do. All you do in response is stare itently at Yoongi.

“Well, not all of us kiss our best friends and nearly have sex underneath a lamp post,” Hoseok states before drinking his coffee and looking away from you two.

“You did not tell me about that last part,” Yoongi snickers, almost about to break into complete laughter.

“She told me in vivid detail,” Hobi chimes, setting his cup on the table.

“I say you just tell him your thoughts,” Yoongi mumbles before resting his head on the table.

“But what about Sana? You know, the girl Jimin has been dating for six months now.” You glare at Yoongi for his dumb suggestion.

“Maybe she’s one of those girls that are like, ‘Tell my man you like him. It’ll boost his confidence. I won’t hate you for that because I trust him and know that he loves me,’” Hobi points out an obvious lie. Sana is very protective of JImin.

“Dude, she put another girl on blast for holding the door for him,” Yoongi states while showing Hoseok a Facebook post that you’ve read one too many times. It makes you wonder why she hasn’t done that to you yet. As of now, you are more than deserving. “She’s been pretty lowkey lately, so I wouldn’t fret.”

Hoseok purses his lips and looks at you with his scheming face. “If she trusts you enough not to blast you, why not just be Jimin’s side hoe?”

“I don’t condone the ‘side hoe’ concept and I don’t like being called a hoe. I also respect their relationship,” you scowl at the two nodding boys. How they think so little about a relationship stumps you.

“Side chick?”

“Yoongi!” you hiss at your friend, who averts his gaze from you. Neither of these boys would understand this if it hit them in the face.

“What’s stopping you from doing anything?” asks Yoongi, still not looking at you. “Are you scared of Sana?”

Compared to you, Sana is a pea. You both have the same demeanor, but hers is more intense. Physically, you could definitely take her on. Mentally, she would conquer you.

“I’m not scared of her. I simply respect her relationship. It’s common courtesy, asswipe,” you mutter, trying to reach over the table in order to whack Yoongi. He reacts quickly by taking shelter behind Hobi.

“Hey! It was just a question!” Yoongi yelps and hops back onto his chair when Hobi deems it safe. “Plus you didn’t respect their relationship when you made out with Jimin.”

“We get where you’re coming from. You still have to talk to Park Jimin about this. Relationship or not, it’s clearly been bugging you. Stress kills, Y/N,” Hobi lectures you.

“Fine!” you exclaim. “I’ll talk to him!”

“You’ve finally relented,” sighs Yoongi. “Let’s head back to campus now. We can begin our movie day without another Jimin discussion.”

The three of you slide out of your stools and push them underneath the table. You hold your coffee cup in your hand like it’ll warm you up, but it is doing quite the opposite. Your hands are not only ice cold, but they are wet too.

You are wedged between the two boys, walking sluggishly. As much as you enjoy five o’clock coffee, it has slowly been draining you. Yoongi and Hoseok are the only two that would voluntarily wake up at five in the morning for you. Jimin never agreed to waking up this early.

A boy dressed up in a white button down and slacks approaches the three of you. His droopy brown hair identifies hm immediately. Plus, that peace sign greeting wouldn’t be used by just anyone. How could someone look this extra so early in the day?

“Taehyung-ah, you’re going to get robbed if you’re dressed like that,” Yoongi scolds the smiley boy that begins skipping over to you. The kid’s smile lights up your day, but you’re still exhausted.

“Y/N! Yoongi hyung! Hobi hyung!” Taehyung exclaims, grabbing your cold hands. Hoseok pulls your coffee out of your hands so that it doesn’t spill. “How have you all been? I haven’t seen you in two weeks!”

You smile at Taehyung as he jumps up and down. He sways your hands side to side and you just let him continue.

“I’ve missed you quite a bit too, Taehyung,” you chime and go along with Taehyung pulling you around.

Suddenly, your wrists are wrapped by something cold. It’s finished with a click, and Yoongi shrugs once he’s done putting it on you. Handcuffs? Why? Is now really a good time to kidnap you?

“I’m so sorry,” Taehyung mouths to you. His smile has faded and been replaced by a frown.

“Yoongi?” you raise your voice at your friend while Taehyung picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You pound your handcuffed hands against his muscular back as they begin taking you somewhere.

“Y/N, we’re doing your dirty work for you because we love you,” Yoongi attempts to assure you. He tries too hard to sound nice, which in turn makes him sound evil with an ulterior motive. You retaliate by kicking Taehyung as hard as you can.

The boy carrying you groans in response to your actions. “Y/N, you don’t attack your allies!” Tae whines while Yoongi ties up your ankles.

Hoseok stares innocently at you as he drinks down more coffee. “This wasn’t my idea.”

“Whose idea was it?” you shout at all three boys knowing that they are all scared of you. “Min Yoongi, was this your idea?”

Yoongi steps behind Taehyung so that you can get a good view of him. “Half,” he admits. “The rest was Namjoon’s.” He smiles at you and gives you a thumbs up. You simply glare at him, as well as everyone else that was in on it.

“This looks illegal, but I promise it isn’t. You do get something good from this,” Taehyung says to you. His own stab at being reassuring doesn’t help your cause either. This causes you to punch Taehyung’s back.

“None of this is enlightening!” you screech, elbowing Taehyung’s shoulder blade. “Let me go, you assholes!”

“Personally, I am against this. The outcome will be beneficial though,” Hobi says between sips. As soon as you’re released, he’s the first person you’re going for. He can act as innocent as he wants, but he’s still doing nothing to help set you free. That’s punch-deserving.

Eventually, you give up flailing and let Taehyung haul you to wherever they want to keep you hostage. They’re too clumsy to purposely inflict damage upon you, so you’re not scared -- just anxious. These boys are exhausting.

“You three give me angina,” you quip when you realize you’re being brought to a park. It’s not one of you go to often, but you’ve been here a handful of times. Each time you’ve been here, it was with Jimin.

In the distance, you can hear shouts. Because you don’t have the strength to lift yourself and look, you remain slumped over Tae’s shoulder. Now is one of those times where curiosity does not get the best of you. Considering this could be a kidnapping, you should probably at least care a little bit. Too bad you don’t care anymore. You want this dumb thing to be over with. These boys aren’t capable of purposely doing anything bad to you.

“They look like they handled that terribly,” whispers Yoongi when he gets a glimpse of people from across the park -- likely the ones that were shouting. He winces, which causes Hoseok to do so too.

“He looks dead,” Taehyung points out all too casually. He’s only giddy because you’ve stopped hitting him. He’d be grumpy if you had continued the assault. “Did they kill him? Oh my.”

You shoot up and try to look past Tae. Unfortunately, you can’t see anything because Taehyung swivels you away. “If you’ve witnessed a murder, you have to report it!” you yell, beginning to flail again. If you’re in the midst of murderers, there’s no way you’d be caught dead here. Literally.

Yoongi shushes you and waves his pale hands in your face. “We didn’t witness it! The guy’s also alive, so stop yelling bloody murder this early in the morning!”

If you had the ability to cross your arms, you would’ve done so. Instead, you pout and give Yoongi angry brows.

“Hey, guys,” Hoseok greets people you cannot see.

“Good morning to the four of you,” grunts an exhausted voice. You could recognize that voice anywhere.

“Kim Namjoon! This is all your fault!” you wail. “Kim Taehyung, let me down this instant!”

“Apologies,” Namjoon smiles sweetly at you and frees one of your hands from the cuffs.

You take this opportunity to try to jump from Tae’s grasp. Realizing your attempted escape, Taehyung grips even harder onto you. You hit his shoulder blade again and he merely endures it.

“I don’t forgive you,” you answer Namjoon and look away from him.

“Then I guess I won’t feel bad when I do this,” replies Namjoon. You feel metal around your free wrist and then a click following it. It wasn’t even the cuff he just unlocked -- he put a whole new one on you. “Have fun!”

Taehyung promptly sets you down and you look over at the other end of your second handcuff. A light silver-haired boy smiles weakly at you. Your first instinct is to hit his shoulder. Hard.

“What was that for?” Jimin asks while the other boys run off to a dreary tree across the park.

“For not talking to me anymore!” you reply with an angry frown. “I missed you, idiot!”

Jimin stares blankly at you, and you take his bareface in all its glory. He’d never wake up this early for you...so what did Namjoon bribe him with to get him out of bed? “What are you talking about? I’ve been trying to text you everyday for the past two weeks to confront you about it and you hadn’t texted back. I assumed you were mad at me, and I know you like your space when you’re upset.”

“Texts? I didn’t get anything,” your voice slowly enters a mumbling tone. “Please don’t lie to me, Jimin.”

Jimin fishes in the pocket of his gray sweatshirt and pulls his phone out. He clicks it on and you notice that his lockscreen is an old picture of the both of you from high school. It was taken in a shady photobooth on a sketchy part of town. Part of you is grateful for still being a key part of his life past the odd turns.

“Look,” Jimin says as he scrolls through a series of text messages, “I sent a good morning and goodnight text every single day. No response from your end.”

He’s not lying. He did send you messages every single day. The question is: why didn’t you get the messages?

You pull out your phone this time and show him your thread. There’s nothing, just a text asking for homework answers that Jimin didn’t respond to. When he didn’t respond that day, you started avoiding him more often. That settled it between you two.

“My messages say delivered,” jimin says as he peruses through his messages. “If it didn’t go to you, then where’d they go?” he asks sadly.

Suddenly, you press the contact icon to see your phone number. To both your dismays, that phone number isn’t even relatively close to yours. It’s just a bunch of random numbers that doesn’t look familiar at all.

“You’ve been texting a stranger,” you tell him.

“That’s Sana’s number…” Jimin rolls his eyes. “She must’ve switched your contact information. I’m so sorry, Y/N. She probably blocked your number too.”

“Your girlfriend’s a psycho,” you sneer and tug your end of the handcuffs away from Jimin.

“Ex-girlfriend. We ended it a week after you and I kissed. I had to tell her.” Jimin smiles sadly at you. He looks absolutely heartbroken. This isn’t what you wanted. Jimin doesn’t deserve this.

“Come here,” you say and pull Jimin closer to you with your free hand. He places his head on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Chim. You dated a psycho. Did you break up with her?”

He sighs; his forehead still pressed against your shoulder like it’s home. “She ended it. I didn’t think she’d be jealous of you.”

“Why is that?” you ask as you rub his back to comfort him. You’re a little offended because are you not worthy of being jealous of? Well, you didn’t really want Sana to be jealous of you at all...but still.

“Because she was everything that I needed! I loved her so much, Y/N.”

Your heart aches at those words. Your best friend, madly in love with another girl. You never saw Jimin as the type to fall in love, and you never wanted to be his girlfriend. Your friendship had been extremely platonic until he put his lips on yours. That was the game changer.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Yes I did. I kissed you.”

“Okay, so you deserved that, but you didn’t deserve to have our numbers switched like that. Sana did a shitty thing,” you clarify.

“If my breakup means I get more Y/N time, then I have accepted the fact,” Jimin says, pulling away from your shoulder so that you can see his face. He has a great big grin, but his tear-stained face says otherwise.

“Jimin, if we’re going to be friends again, I have to be truthful with you,” you sigh and look down at his black Pumas.

“Of course!” Jimin sways your handcuffed hands side-to-side.

WIth a deep breath, you quickly say, “Truthfully, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. That kiss was...completely unexpected. I know that you knew you were kissing me, not your girlfriend. I keep wondering why you did it, and why I didn’t stop it. There’s a possibility that I have feelings for you, but I haven’t admitted it to myself yet.”

He stares at you. His eyes look like cinnamon in the light. His lips are now pursed, not smiling. Just the sight of him has your heart lurching. Did you say the wrong thing?

“I’m sorry if that’s creepy and taints our friendship. If you don’t want that, I’ll make Namjoon unlock us and I’ll never speak to you again.”

“Y/N…” Jimin says to you very calmly and quietly.

You turn away and shake your head to avoid his stare. This is the end. All of those years have gone to waste. Maybe you don’t deserve a boy as wholehearted as Jimin. Karma has decided your fate, and you have accepted it. You kissed jimin; it’s only fair.

“No, Jimin. Don’t pity me. You know I hate when you do that -- of all people.” You look back at him with tears in your eyes. It’s not that unrequited feelings hurt, but you’re losing JImin, and it’s official this time.

“I wish you would’ve told me this sooner,” he says to you while wiping tears away from your face. His hands are warm in comparison to your cold wet face. You knit your brows together, which causes him to laugh at your vulnerability.

“I was scared to lose you,” you say once he pulls you into his arms for an awkward handcuffed hug. “I can’t keep spending my mornings with Yoongi! He’s getting tired of me.”

“I love Sana,” Jimin murmurs into your hair.

“I know,” you reply with more tears that dampen his sweatshirt. “I’m sorry for coming between you two.”

“Let me finish, Y/N-ah!” JImin laughs at you as he rubs your bac with a free hand. “I love Sana, but I love you so much more. Yes, I felt bad for kissing you, but it was a weight lifted off of my chest. You are beautiful inside and out --”

“Like a mango?” you ask before wiping away the last of your tears.

He sighs, “Yes, like a mango. You know every last bit of me. Sana wasn’t very happy when I told her about what happened, but she made out with another guy not long after we called it quits. That goes to show how much she valued me. Jungkook told me that she was at some party on top of another guy while we were dating. He didn’t tell me until after the breakup though. That dumbass.”

“So you both were unfaithful,” you point out, not really feeling much sympathy as the ‘side chick,’ in Yoongi’s words.

“What I mean is,” Jimin pauses and looks at you.

“I’m waiting.”

“Well…” he trails off, causing you to vie him a confused look.

He quickly kisses you, one hand on your hip and the other lacing his fingers with yours. It’s not like last time, with the bitter taste of alcohol on his lips. This time it’s much more careful and slow.

“Get a room!” Jungkook shouts at you two, causing you to pull away from Jimin with a cherry red face.

“I don’t promote sex,” Seokjin says from behind you. “It looks like you don’t need these handcuffs anymore,” he adds, pointing to your laced fingers.

“I didn’t know that you were here, Seokjin,” you say, slightly startled by his appearance.

“I assisted Namjoon and Jungkook in hauling Jimin’s sorry ass here,” replies Seokjin while pulling out a small key from his pocket.

“They made Jungkook carry me because both of them are old and weak,” Jimin tells you while simultaneously making a face at Jin.

“Don’t make me handcuff you again, kid.” Jin glares at his friend once he sets you both free.

“Sir, yes sir!” Jimin grins at his hyung.

“No sex is safe sex!” he shouts back at you, walking away from the scene.

“Someone better tell Hoseok that,” you giggle and lock your fingers again.

Jimin pulls you closer to him and places a sweet kiss to the top of your head. How wonderful it is to be loved by him again.

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allsortsofthingsactualtrash · 7 years

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Framed Ch.1

Summary: I’m no one and this is my story. I will tell you everything. Honestly, I don’t have time anymore and I can’t die not knowing that nobody will know. I live with this unceasing fear. When I turn my back, I get this growing feeling that they are there watching.

Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin

Genre: Smut, angst, mind fuck, thriller, first person

Rating: Explicit

Word: 3,225

Warning: This fan fiction contains blood (a lot of it), sex (Not always legal), sweat (’Cause they are running) and a lot of tears (angst). Please do not read if that bothers you or makes you feel uncomfortable.

I’m no one and this is my story. I will tell you everything. Honestly, I don’t have time anymore and I can’t die not knowing that nobody will know. I live with this unceasing fear. When I turn my back, I get this growing feeling that they are there.

I run, I’m out of breath. I have this bitter taste in my throat. But they are there, ready to sanction. Ready to see me make the mistake that would inevitably lead to my death. Can they feel remorse? Remorse, for all the lives that went to shit because of them?

Did you ask yourself these questions before you enlisted me?

Did you ask yourself if I had a chance?

Or you just did like usual, you threw me and played with me? I don’t think it was your fault. I think you had your fun and you just got bored. But please, tell me Jimin, if it’s really the end. Will you cry for me? Will you regret those moments that were ours? Jimin, please, for this time, only for me, think of me as someone great.

That morning I remember getting up with this desire to stay in bed. I was lying down, my cell phone was ringing, and I knew I had to go if I didn’t want to be late. But I wanted to stay. Sleep and spend my day laying around. I got up nevertheless. I had missed a lot class recently and my parents were starting to ask questions. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I watched my reflection in the mirror. I was tired, I was always tired. I dressed myself and went downstairs. Nobody, as per usual. A note had been left on the refrigerator.

We’re already at the restaurant. Please, don’t be late Yoongi-ah.

-mom

I took my bag and managed my tired self towards my bike. The morning freshness awakened me slowly. Houses and apartments slowly blurred themselves to become office towers. I stopped near the school building and got off my bike. At this point, I was already used to making the rest on foot. It gave Hoseok some time to catch up to me so we could do the rest of the walk together.

Frankly, he was an ally during my last years in high school. Once we both enter university I’m certain that our friendship wasn’t going to last long, but for the time being, it had been pleasant. I saw him waving his arms frantically toward me as I approach the corner of the street.

"Yoongi- Hyung! "

I greeted him back with a less significant wave of my own. He seemed out of breath. Just like me, he had woken up late.

"If only you knew the night I had. The girl... " by this point his eyes weren’t focused anymore. He was most certainly still playing the other evening in his head.

“You know what I mean.”

He smiled with all his teeth and I simply shrugged. He always liked to boast himself with his one night stand.

"Don’t you want to know?”

I shrugged yet again. He seemed disappointed. When I think about it today, I would’ve liked to hear his story or at least interest myself more in the bullshit he was able to tell me during this short route that separated us of the school ward. But, I never did.

"I met a girl in the club last night. A friend of a friend, you know? "

I nodded.

"Well, I think you'd like her. She plays guitar. Isn't it cool? "

"I've been to those club before. Don’t you remember how it ended?”

He smiled, embarrassed. This famous time, he introduced me to a girl with whom he left later that evening.

“Look, you’ve got to be quicker. I can’t control myself, you know me.”

The outline of the school building was visible in the distance. The last students who were in the ward were running, trying not to be late.

”That’s my stop. Hyung, think about it.”

”I will.”

I watched him go quickly to his class. I locked my bike, grabbed my bag and walked towards my class.

The hours were long, much more than usual knowing that in a few months, I will be completely done with high school. The class ended in the same fashion that it had begun. The teacher distributed the cell phones.

While retrieving my phone I noticed, with surprise, a missed call and a text message from Hoseok.

Hobi:

Come to the entrance of the building quick. Hurry, hyung.

15:33 AM

I left my things in the classroom. What was so important that he had taken the trouble to call me during the hour? How had he even been allowed to use his phone? Soon after, I went to the entrance and waited. The minutes passed. After trying repeatedly to join him, without answer, I returned to my desk. The classroom already voided of any students. It isn't surprising considering the workload they gave to seniors this year. Any sane students normally would hurry back to work after class.

I took my bag and found a brown kraft envelope laying beneath it. I opened it, without suspecting what it could contain. The photos I discovered inside turn my stomach upside down. Releasing it suddenly, the content spread to the ground.

"What the,"

I picked it up and stifled a cry.

The first photo was one of a girl sequestered. On the second one, a finger was cut. And finally, the last that shocked me the most, was of a man kneeling next to this woman now unconscious.

This individual, who was flashing a glorious smile, was me. My face was in this picture and I had no idea how I could have been there at that moment. Everything was there. My shoes stained with paint close to the sole, my pants torn at the knees and my hoodie. I took the picture to analyze it more closely. Something was wrong. Of course, my presence of the latter was shocking, but it was this paint spot on the sole of my shoe that nag me. I helped paint my parent’s restaurant this weekend. We were Monday. The photo must have been taken Sunday night. How could this person have had access to these shoes? And besides, this girl was still alive. I had to notify the authorities as quickly as possible. I crouched down on the floor to put the rest of the evidence in the envelope.

Documents that I had not noticed before were pinned to one of the photographs. It was an impression of a text conversation.

Sept. 25

Did you send the pictures? 3: 00 am

Not yet 3: 06 am

Do it quick. 3: 06 am

Yes 3:11 am

She will not last long. If we do it, it’s now. 3: 11 am

I know 3: 19 am

My doubts were confirmed. This event took place on Monday, in the wee hours. I had to hurry and hand the documents over to the police.

I stopped abruptly. The first number of the conversation had been erased, but the other one, who was responsible for handing the photos, was still there. I felt nauseous. It was my number. I took my phone out of my pocket and looked for the conversations that would have happened on the previous night. It was there, everyone could see it. How could I have not noticed this? It was there from the beginning. These individuals had access to my personal belongings and my phone. What else did they have?

I'm ashamed to admit it now, but at that moment I panicked. I know, I should have been calmer, but I did not. You will understand later on what prompted me to react in this way. And if, on the contrary, you’re still certain that I’m only an idiot, well be it.

In short, I picked up the entire contents of the envelope and hid it in the bottom of my bag. I took out my disinfectant bottle and washed the floor. I know, completely stupid, but I was so scared, you cannot even imagine. I then cleaned my hands, checked to make sure that I had left nothing behind and rushed to the exit.

"There you are, what are you still doing here? " Hoseok said while dragging me back in the building by the forearms.

I didn’t know if he could feel the dampness of my fear on his palms. His close proximity did not help in any way reducing the sweat dripping from my body.

I avoided his gaze.

"I had some s-stuff to check with the teacher, but I'm going now."

"Stay! I have to clean the class and afterwards we can go out! "

"Not tonight, I don’t feel good. I'll just go home and... I should probably help tonight at the cafe as well. "

I confess, I'm certainly not a born actor. I'm frank with people. Therefore, I'm not used to lie. I tried to faint a smile, and hoped that my excuse would dissuade him from insisting.

"Don’t worry. We'll do it another day."

He released me and I rushed down the corridor.

"Hyung, you're looking pale as fuck you should rest." I heard him scream as I walked away. I nod my head even though that I knew he couldn't see me. Then, I went quickly to the exit to catch my bike.

What do you think you’re going to do when you are 19 years old and your bag is filled with evidences of a crime you did not commit? You panic, you freak out, you question.

No, but seriously. Why the fuck this happened to me? And then you think.

What do I do now?

On that day, I remember that I stopped in front of the police station. I recalled looking at the entrance for a long time, weighing the pros and cons of the situation. I remember the sweat that soaked my uniform. I also remember that heavy feeling deep inside me. What would happen if I couldn’t prove that it wasn’t me in this photograph? I scratched the bottom of my head, searching desperately for a solution. Nothing came to me and I panicked more and more. I finally decided not to say anything. An error that still haunts me. But you see, I cannot live by telling myself what if. What if I had told everything? What if they had believed me? What if this whole story would never have happened? Well, it did happen and nothing can change this fact.

I gathered the reason I had left and returned home. I entered the household without making any noise only to find that there was no one. Surely all busy at the restaurant, perfect. I climbed the stairs to my room, put my bag somewhere and opened the light to find another envelope.

"For fuck’s sake!"

Placed in the center of my bed, another seal document was there to taunt me. I didn’t want to have to do this anymore. I spread the contents over my bed. A USB stick, a small box and a fucking tissue stained with blood. I was disgusted. Was it the blood of this girl? Or had he even had access to my DNA? I put the Kleenex back inside the envelope and grabbed the black box. In appearance, it looked like any jewellery boxes. You know the one box that is seen in all the jewellery shops, velvety black and with a sober appearance. I opened it to discover with disgust a finger carefully cut off. The nail painted with a layer of black nail polish, the blood had not even completely dried. It was freshly done. I closed the box and placed it with the handkerchief. I took the key and inserted it into my computer. A single video document was there, named Crazy Suga :). What did that mean? I swallowed at the thought of what I was going to find there and clicked on the link. The quality was mediocre. The cameraman was laughing, making the camera unstable. A woman was seated, her mouth tightly sealed with a bandana. One of her arms was held at the table by a wooden press. The cameraman's hand slowly stroking the woman's cheek.

"Today we’re having fun."

My heart had stopped. The voice, in this clip, was mine. There was no doubt, anyone could identify it. The man handed the camera to a second.

"Record me, I want a memory.”

The face of the man who sported my voice was covered. He was wearing a disgusting rabbit mask. I hate rabbits.

"You know what's waiting for you.” The man addressed the girl. Even under this mask, one could guess his repugnant smile.

"You've been very bad.”

My voice disgusted me. I wanted to vomit, shout, and break this computer. He grabbed the woman's hand on the table and squeezed it. The new cameraman seemed to shudder.

"Yoongi, you're not going to do this now?”

I stopped the video. I quickly understood the rest of the story and I had no desire to continue. The finger that was in this box belonged to this girl and it didn’t just appear there by magic. I picked up the USB key and put it back to its original location.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and thought. Let's recap. They know where I study. They got access to my shoes, which I currently wear. They have my face, they have my voice, and they have my cell phone. And now they have my address, possibly the key to go back at any time. At this point, I was annihilated. They were me. He was me. Me on these pictures. Me on this video. Just me. And that girl. Who was she? Where was she? Had he already killed her? Or should I say, had I already killed her?

At that moment, I doubted myself. I wasn’t a particularly violent person. I once had an altercation with the police, which I would surely tell you about later, but none of that compares. However, everything pointed to me. I was beginning to question myself. Maybe I was suffering from amnesia. Maybe I was crazy, and I didn’t realise it.

Then something came to my me, it was Hoseok who had texted me. He was the one who made me go look for him, so it was probably him who left the envelope on my desk. That asshole! This can surely only has been a very bad joke or whatever. I grabbed my cell phone to call him. I scrolled through my contact list and I understood my mistake. There were two Hoseok in my list. A new contact had been added, a second Hoseok. My friend had never contacted me, hence the reason why he never showed up. I took the second envelope and stuffed it like the first one at the bottom of my bag. I had to get rid of everything.

I quickly went downstairs. I opened the garage door where I had left my bike. I then straddled it and went down the street. I rode for several miles. The night was beginning to show its nose, the humid air of the day becoming a refreshing breeze. My uniform was drying slowly. I stopped at a park, far from the city, and I waited for the night.

My cell phone rang a few times. Probably my mother. If she’d asked me where I went, I would’ve told her that I spent the evening with Hoseok. I had planned everything. I will ask Hoseok to confirm my lie if anything happens. I'll tell him that I was with a girl. He will want to hear the details and everything will go in order. Everything was going to work out. The park emptied slowly. I looked at my phone, 23:36. I was alone now. I walked over to a distant trash bin and put the two envelopes in it. I pulled a lighter out of my bag. I stole it from my father this week at the same time as his pack of cigarettes. I had thought about my mother's rage if she had learned that I was smoking. Now that I was going to burn the evidence that probably binds me to a murder, I suppose smoking did not seem so serious anymore. I took the papers out of my agenda and threw them with the rest in the trash to start the fire. I sat down at a table to watch the progress. I lay my head against the cold wood. I thought to myself "This day will never end."

Then I felt a hand fall into my hair. I jumped. I never saw that man coming. From there, if my life had not already been completely fucked up, he sent it to hell.

"You okay?” I stared at him, looked at the dumpster behind him. He noticed the anxiety on my face and let out a little laugh.

"This isn’t the most illegal thing I've seen tonight, don’t worry. "

I remained stiff, paralyzed. He sat himself beside me, fumbled in his bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"Want one?"I nodded and took it.

"Come closer.”

He lit it between my lips. I took a long breath and looked away. He was making me uncomfortable. "Park Jimin" he said.

The smell of fire, wood and cigarettes were mixed. Little by little I calmed down and then turn to face him.

"Min Yoongi.”

"So what's going on, Min Yoongi?”

"Nothing in particular, "

We remained silent for a few moments. His blond hairs were dancing with the wind.

"What do you burn in this dumpster?"

"Nothing in particular.” He shrugged as if, basically, he didn’t care what I was doing. He crushed his cigarette and threw it away.

"I should stop, it's a bad habit."

I ignored him. He stood up, rubbed his shoulders and walk toward the trash. He leaned over to observe.

"Your fire is practically dead. You should go back soon."

He smiled at me. I didn’t know what he wanted, maybe company. I was fine at that time. I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me. We were only there waiting. It was definitely the most peaceful moment of the day. He looked up at the sky.

"It's a shame, we don’t see the stars in town.”

I nodded. I had nothing to say, but it didn’t bother him. I finish my cigarette and turn to the garbage. He was right. Almost everything was gone, I was relieved. He noticed it.

"All right, everything seems to be working out.”

"Yes, I think.”

I grabbed my bag on the bench and headed for my bicycle. I looked at the dumpster one last time, I had left nothing behind. It was gone. I didn’t know yet how I was going to get rid of these identity thieves, but for now the evidence was reduced to ashes and I needed to sleep more than anything. I began to walk away.

"Your phone! "

He handed me my phone. I smiled as form of thank you.

"I have question before you go, Yoongi.” I looked up. The flames reflected on his face and distorted his features.

"Is it easy to burn a finger?"

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xiumin-on-this-shit · 7 years

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I Am An Alpha Ch 12: Run

A/N: Okay lovelies I just want to make it clear if you didn’t see my post earlier, Insoo calls the boys hyung because she was raised as a boy in the military for the last 100 years. Since she is so used to it she continues to call every older man hyung even though it is not right which is why EXO was so confused by it. I hope this clears everything up for you lovelies!

Half of the table is on their feet, low growls come from deep in their chests, sending me sinking into my seat. My face burns with embarrassment at Chanyeol’s question, I find myself hiding me face in my hands, thankful that no one is really paying attention to me but focusing all of their rage at the giant on the other side of the table. I have been dreading this question, secretly praying they wouldn’t even think to ask but of course they did, they must be curious.

“Chanyeol,” Head alpha snarls, “Out.”

The tall boy gulps as he stands from his seat and shuffles towards the back yard where I’m guessing he will transform and sit outside for his punishment. I feel a little guilty, he is just curious, he doesn’t deserve to be punished for that. In a quick decision I jump up from my seat to defend him.

“Wait Hyung, it’s okay, I understand that you want to know.”

Kris shakes his head, “We all discussed this, you don’t have to explain anything you are not ready to say. Chanyeol knows that we wanted to wait before we asked personal questions like that.”

“You guys don’t have to wait to ask anything,” I reassure. “You guys are my mates, you are going to learn about these things no matter what, and they are going to be embarrassing to admit no matter what so might as well get all of those things out of the way now.”

“Are you sure?” Minseok rests his hand on my shoulder, his gaze much softer.

I nod, “Yes, there shouldn’t be any secrets, right?”

“Yes but since I can imagine this will be followed by even more questions can we wait for the answer until you are done eating?” Kris pushes my half eaten plate of food closer.

The table nods.

“Are there any questions you would like to ask us?” Luhan wonders.

“Um…” I think for a moment, “From the way Kris hyung was dressed yesterday, I take it you guys have jobs? What do you do?”

Kris is the one who responds, “We shadow run a few companies and business that are under our family name.”

I cock my head in confusion, “Shadow run?”

“We have a family that serves us be the face of the company since we don’t age. We are the ones who do the paper work, approve everything and other things, they just get to sit in the office with the title.” Suho explains.

“But we all still work in the company, just at lower levels to make sure things are running good,” Yixing ads on.

“So what will I do when you all go to work? How long do you work for? I mean I can get along fine I just,” I pause, debating if I want to sound as desperate as I imagine I do.

Yixing catches on to my struggle and tries to help, “You don’t want to be alone?”

I nod.

“No need to be shy about that Love,” Luhan coos sweetly from across the table. “We don’t want to leave you either.”

I push my plate away with the last large bite of food stuffed in my mouth. A silent signal that I’m done. They all watch me with amusement as I struggle to finish the massive bite. I give them a big smile when I’m done, “That was the most delicious meal I’ve ever had in my life, thank you so much Hyung!”

“Are you sure you are full?” Yixing questions as he pats my head.

“I’m full. I want to answer anymore questions you have for me as soon as possible. I don’t want worry to be weighing down on your minds like I know it is right now. So to answer you question,” I take a deep breath to try and calm my racing heart and ease the burning in my cheeks. “I would have to handle it by myself. Jin or Namjoon hyung would lie to our superiors that we had a lead about some group of powerful alphas so we could leave base. When we were far enough away from everyone they would send me off to a cave with some previsions and I would um, take care of myself for that week.”

Suho grimaces, “Did they leave you out there by yourself while in heat? What if some wolves came along and caught your scent?”

“Jin hyung stayed close by but Namjoon hyung had to take the others farther away so they wouldn’t feel tempted to come after me.”

“What about when your pack members would be in rut?”

“Whenever a solider was in rut they would kick him out of camp until he could handle himself. Kookie was the only one who ever actually tried to do anything to me and he stopped the moment he realized what he was doing.”

Kai snarls, “What the hell did the little punk do?”

“He crossed a line and I made sure to let him know. The rest of the pack gave him hell so you have nothing to worry about.”

“But you do,” Chen hums with an amused smile, “One of your mates will be going into rut here soon and the rest of usually follow.”

Again the room goes silent, my face is burning with embarrassment, “Really? How soon is soon?”

“Chen,” Kris warns.

“What Hyung?” Chen fakes innocent, “Embarrassed to talk about your rut? It’s a completely normal thing that you have gone through before, but this will be your first time with a mate. Don’t tell me your aren’t excited. I’m over the moon at the thought.”

The room fills with strong alpha pheromones that have me sinking into my seat. Kris is on his feet, his eyes a brilliant gold, “We need to go for a run, now, apparently everyone has too much energy. Everyone out!” The group of men quickly pushes away from the table and rush towards the back doors that lead to the forest. Kris is the last one, his hands are gripping the table, eyes closed tightly for a moment while he tries to rein in his wolf. When he opens his eyes again they are their usual brown. “I am sorry about that.”

“These are things we need to talk about, no need to apologize. Now go for your run, I’ll be fine here.” I try to wave him away but he shakes his head.

“You haven’t transformed into a wolf for a long time, this would be a good time to do it.”

“I can’t control myself very well when I’m like that, I don’t want to do something wrong.”

He chuckles, “You won’t do anything wrong, plus don’t you want to show us your wolf? I’m dying to see what you look like. I bet the rest of the pack is too.” He holds a hand out to me that I quickly accept not wanting to keep all the others waiting. “You can take off your clothes in here so come out when you are ready okay?”

I want to disagree again but I close my mouth when I see the stern look on his face. He gives me a smile before walking the way the rest of them went, leaving me alone to transform. I sigh, it has been so long since I’ve transformed and I’m actually scared of how I’m going to do once I step on the snow-covered ground. But a small howl comes from the living room and I know it’s them telling me to come. I slowly begin sheading Yixing’s clothes and for a minute I just stand there with my arms wrapped around my trembling body. My chests rises and falls as I take long deep breaths, relaxing as much as I can.

I grunt when I feel my bones start t contort, my shoulders go back before shifting legs send me forward on all fours. A snarl leaves my chest as my bones begin to crack before snapping back into place. It doesn’t hurt like the first time I transformed but it isn’t the most pleasant feeling now either. My fur pours out of my pores until I’m completely covered sandy colored hair. I can’t hold in the howl that rips threw my lungs and fills the empty house.

My ears ring as the world buzzes around me. It has been so long since my senses have been this sensitive. It is strange walking on all fours again after so long, I don’t imagine I look very graceful as stumble into the living room and out on to the patio but they are looking at me with the golden eyes I suddenly feel beautiful. My omega status is obvious in my wolf form, I have never been so thankful for the military’s rule against transforming. There is only so much I can hide. Being half the size of an alpha that isn’t something I can hide. Kris tires to approach me but Chanyeol happily hops in the way, making the head alpha growl. Chanyeol sniffs the air around me before going straight for my neck. I jump back surprised by his sudden attack.

That’s all it takes to have the others rushing over and tackling the other to the ground. Yixing comes in between me and the fight breaking out, a small whine of concern comes from the sweet man. He leans down so we are nose to nose, I lick his nose softly to let him know I’m okay, just surprised. I happily nuzzles into his neck breathing in his sweet scent when another wolf appears next to me. Kyungsoo is there glaring at the older, obviously upset with our closeness.

Kris comes over to defuse the situation pushing both boys away. I don’t know what he says to them through their pack bond but they part like the red sea. Head alpha nudges me forward into the snow, I know he wants to have fun in my wolf form but I already feel the urge to run when I see the massive forest at the edge of the field. But when he pushes me forward again I quickly follow his orders and my urges. Without anymore persuasion I shoot past all of them straight to the forest. Apparently that is not what Kris wanted because the next thing I know they are running after me, their snarls echoing through the forest. Of course they can easily catch up to me but not before I catch the scent of my pack near by. I didn’t think I could reach this far so quickly but apparently I am a lot faster than I thought.

Kookie! Jiminie! Taetae! Hobi! Hyungs! I scream gleefully, briefly forgetting the group of alphas only feet behind me. The idea of showing them I transformed has me smiling in my mind but that smile is quickly wiped away when someone tackles me. I roll on to my back to see Kai leering over me his teeth bared. My heart stops and I let out a small whimper. Out of nowhere a black wolf takes Kai down, they roll together, nipping at each others throats, Jongin manages to get on top of the younger wolf

Jungkook!

My pup whines when the older bites down on his throat, his hind legs kicking in a panic. I rush over and try to push Jongin off but he’s too strong for me. The others only watch with a bit of satisfaction in their eyes that makes me snarl. Without hesitation I bite Jongin’s leg, he jumps but doesn’t move away, from Kookie whine I think he actually bites harder. A second later my thought is confirmed when the smell of Jungkook’s blond enters my nostrils. I jump at Jongin again and again but he won’t budge. Kookie’s whines become more frantic, our pack must hear us. They come rushing into the forest in their human form.

“What the hell is going on?” Namjoon roars, my pack bare their teeth at the site of Jungkook on his back and me whining in obvious distress.

The black dragons return the action. Kris comes forward with obvious irritation in his eyes. I look to Namjoon, begging him with my eyes to help Kookie.

“Get off our pup!” Jin commands.

Kai snarls.

I scratch at his side gently hoping it might work but when his eyes flick to me they are still red. I do it again and again my whines becoming more and more desperate. But he continues to ignore me.

“Are you trying to make her hate you?” Yoongi snaps, “That pup matters more to her than all of you combined!”

Wrong thing to say. Jungkook screams, I charge at Jongin one last time but fail. With no other choice I transform, ready to beg of his life if that’s what it takes. On my knees my legs are buried in the snow, my whole body bared but I don’t care. My fingers tangle in Jongin’s fur, I rest my forehead on his rib cage and beg, “Please stop. Please don’t kill my pup. I can’t loose anymore of my family.” Tears are streaming down my face, my body is trembling from the cold and the small cries vibrating in my chest.

“You idiot! It’s fucking freezing! You can’t transform!” Jin tries to run to me but half of my mates get in between us, Yixing wraps himself around me to keep the cold at bay but I push him away.

Glaring over my shoulder I snap, “Now you want to help?”

His mouth opens as if he is trying to say something but it snaps closed when his eyes scan my back. Scars, so many scars from punishments and raids gone wrong. Is he just noticing them now? I look back to Jongin and gently tug on his fur.

“Hyung please,” I mumble softly. He releases Jungkook’s throat, he slowly steps away allowing me to collapse on top of my pup. I rest my head on his chest and let out a sigh of relief. “I thought you were going to die,” I admit quietly. Kookie rolls over, a small whine escaping his muzzle. Our press our forehead together, “I know I said I would never beg but I was so scared. I can’t loose you Kookie, I can’t let you die because of me.”

“Insoo what the hell is going on?” Namjoon questions.

“I’m sorry Hyung, I got excited when I transformed and rushed here to show you guys because I got so excited.”

“But what’s with all the hostility?” Hobi gulps.

“I’m not sure,” I confess. “Jongin hyung tackled me and Kookie came to try and save me and things just got so messy.”

“Can you get out of the way before she fucking freezes?” Jin spits. He must have ran inside quick. In his arms are some of my clothes that my mates will probably not approve of because of the scent. But right now I couldn’t care less. I stand up and walk past my mates to Jin. I happily accept the clothes, noticing the intense atmosphere when my mates notice the scars on my back. I throw on the long sleeve shirt and pull on the wore out pair of jeans. Jin nicely helps me with my boots and jacket. “There all better.”

“Thank you Hyung.”

“Now you should get going,” He pats my head.

I curse, “What? You expect me to go back with them after that?”

“They probably thought you were coming to run off with us or something. Go home and talk.”

“Hyung!”

“Insoo,” He warns. “You can’t expect this to be simple. This is going to take a lot of work. If you expect them to understand you, you have to understand that they are going to be possessive.”

“But I want to be with you guys!”

“Tomorrow, okay? We can spend time together tomorrow okay?” He pulls me into a hug. “I know this is hard but you have no idea how hard it would be to be a part from them. Plus they saw your back they are going to be concerned.”

I sigh but turn around. Kookie runs up to me and licks my cheek, I pat his head with a smile, “See you tomorrow pup. Stop causing trouble.” I walk closer to my mates and try to pick who I hate the least at the moment. Yixing, Kris, and Jongin, can go fuck themselves right now. None of them helped so it’s hard to decide. Jongdae is staring at me with big eyes that draw me towards him, “Jongdae hyung, can I ride on your back?”

……………………………………….

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” I end with a firm glare directed at the doe eyed man who asked.

Luhan frowns, “I know you are upset with us right now but we want you to be able to talk to us even if we are in a bad spot. Insoo you have scars all over your body, what are they from?”

I groan, “They are from years of abuse and torture in a slave army, what do you think they are from?”

“Insoo,” Kris warns.

“I’m sorry, am I being insensitive? I imagine it’s really hard to think about all the things that could have happened, I have no idea what it must be like to think about things like that. It’s not like I had to go through it.”

“You need to go cool down,” Kris commands.

“Oh really? Are you going to make me?”

“I don’t want to make you but if I have to I will.”

I scoff, “You really think you can make me?”

He grabs my hand and pulls me along. We leave the others behind, they huff and mumble to each other about me and I’m guessing about what could happened to me to get so many scars. Kris doesn’t say anything as he drags me up the stairs and to the door all the way at the end of the hall. I don’t put up much of a fight when he throws me inside and stomps into the closet. He emerges with a t-shirt in his hand that he tosses at me.

“Change.”

“No.”

He growls, “I am going to talk with my pack. I want to be out of those stinky clothes by the time I get back.”

“You can’t talk to me like that! I am not some pathetic omega you can just order around!.”

“I am speaking to you the same way I speak to any other disobedient alpha. Regardless of the fact you are my mate I will not let you disrespect my pack like that. This not how I want to talk to my mate but you are leaving me no option.”

“You guys attacked my pack today!”

“Because we were all horrified that they were trying to runaway with you.”

“I told you I didn’t want to go for a run! I told you I would do something wrong but you assured me there is nothing I could do wrong!”

He is silent for a minute, “I’m sorry for raising me voice and speaking so rudely to you.”

“I’m sorry for snapping.”

“I really need to talk to the others so can you please change out of those clothes? I’ll be back in a little while.” He turns on his heel and leaves. I stare at the shirt in my hand before pulling off my clothes like an upset child. The shirt is like a dress on me, I grumble to myself about finding some pants but I really don’t want to go digging through things and start another fight. I eye up his bed for a minute before crawling on to it. It smells like firewood a scent that warms my insides. I bury myself in the blankets and pillows hoping if I dig deep enough I’ll just disappear.

God I made such a mess. I should have controlled my wolf and my mouth better. How could I let things get so out of control? Kookie could have died today. My mates don’t trust me and pretty much hate me right now. Did they really think I was just going to run? Do they really think that little of me? I want to scream and cry but all I can do burrow deeper into Kris’s scent. Maybe this will be better when I wake up.

I can only hope.

I’m so sorry if this sucks, I’m half asleep and wanted to finish this while I still have the determination!

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