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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years

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more niche boyfriend things i think bts would do

a/n: 🥺👉👈 you guys seemed to like the first one i did a lot and i’m clearly delusional so i figured the only thing better than one part would be two; don’t get any ideas tho they’re still mine 😤🤺

warnings: this is like 90% fluff but it does get a little raunchy in some parts nothing explicit but definitely some implied/suggestive scenarios

part 1 | part 2

namjoon:

insists on going for a walk in the rain; has an extra large umbrella that shelters you both but somehow mishandles it when a strong gust of wind blows and breaks it; you’re 80% water and 20% irritation when you finally make it back home but he cuddles you after your shower and makes it all better

sends you a copy of his schedule every week so you can coordinate for mandatory date nights

gets you the most expensive gifts like… all them sponsors and luxury brands chasing after his attention…. gucci, louis v, tiffany etc. they know they got it when they include a gift to you as well

his mind be all over the place so sometimes he just don’t be listening to you; it’s like he’ll only hear one part of your sentence and roll with it; like he could be going to the convenience store and ask if you want anything and you’ll be like “i want a matcha kitkat, but if they don’t have that bring me a reese’s” nd he’ll come back with a snickers bc they didn’t have the matcha kitkat; “😐” “what’s wrong?” “what did i ask for?” “i know but they were out of the matcha kitkat. you like snickers right?” “yes but i said if they were out get me a reese’s.” “oh.”

the type to show off your relationship; your privacy is respected of course but everyone gon know he got a girl; like traces of you all through his insta; clasped hands; a mirror selfie of you tucked into his side face pressed into his chest; you facing away from the camera as he holds out a flower he picked for you from the meadow you had a picnic in; whole fandom will be in flames

despite you constantly reassuring him that his financial contributions are more than enough and that you don’t mind taking care of the housework he wants to keep it as 50/50 as possible when it comes to chores; results in him sometimes coming home from work at like 1am and waking you up out of your sleep bc he decided that was the perfect time to vacuum

has a moderate obsession with your thighs especially if you’re on the thick side; loves resting a hand on one of them whenever you’re seated next to each other, before rubbing in small circles and playing his own personal game of chicken where he sees how far up you’ll let his hand wander squeezing the inner part at each check point; loves even more when you’re at home and he can pull you on top of him and his hands can move about with unrestricted access; loses his mind a bit trying to figure out which part of him he wants them wrapped around

long bike rides together <333

refuses to argue with you over the phone; like if y’all are texting or on call and start to get into it he’s gonna hit you with the “we should talk about this in person”; which is irritating bc sometimes you need to say what you need to say in that moment and if you do he’s just gonna take it, let you get whatever you need to say out but he won’t respond just gonna be like “i’ll be over at such and such time” when you’re finished; sometimes it’s immediately sometimes it’s hours later after work; you’re almost never as upset as you were in the moment and even if you are once you’re in his presence and he’s calmly trying to understand where you’re coming from, explain his side, and see what he can do to fix it you can’t stay upset; that was his plot the entire time

sometimes when he’s off diet you wake up at like midnight to use the bathroom and catch him in the kitchen leaned over the counter digging into a pint of ice cream; naturally you drift over to him wrapping your arms around his middle, head pressed in between his shoulder blades; he gently pries you off of his back and pulls you in front of him before pressing a kiss to your mouth; he tastes sweet just like the snack he’s eating and you decide then and there that you want some too; next bite he takes, you catch his wrist and direct the spoon towards your mouth; he doesn’t question it just hoists you onto the counter for easier accessibility and alternates between feeding you and himself until the ice cream is gone

seokjin:

likes it when you watch him play games; especially loves it when you prepare snacks for him while he’s playing and feed them to him during the rounds; secretly makes him simp for you harder

if you ever can’t come to a compromise about something in your relationship you make a decision via rock paper scissors; you do this for big and little things; for bigger decisions it’s usually used as a way to lighten the mood when tensions are rising and to draw out your true feelings on a matter

the type to hug you from behind, draping his arms over your shoulders and lean his weight onto you which is all cute and well and good except he won’t let go so when you wanna move you can’t really walk you gotta waddle slowly with him hanging off you trailing behind

decides to bake you a cake or brownies or something one day bc you said you’re craving sweets but refuses to actually follow an exact recipe bc he says cooking is something done with ur heart; learns soon after that cooking and baking are two different things; you do come home to sweets but it’s from a local bakery and you have to help him scrub out the mess he made in the oven

would be offended if you turnt up with any other bt21 merch aside from rj; like them tata slides and that shooky crossbody got to go it’s rj nation

surprises you with custom lingerie; will spend months secretly taking your measurements and talking to whatever designer to get the piece of his dreams made for you; probably some kind of pastel lacy mesh jewel encrusted body suit with like bows and garters or something whatever it is you can tell it’s expensive and luxurious and fits you like a glove; makes a whole event out of your wearing it for him; like plans a whole fancy date night properly wining and dining you in anticipation of the reveal; even tho he was very involved in the creation of the garment was aware of how pretty it was it’s nothing compared to how beautiful you are in it; when he sees you his jaw drops and his eyes bulge out of his skull, there’s no other thought or feeling other than how much he wants you; you’re up until the sun rises

he lets his guard down around you; he’s a bit of a clown around everyone else always joking and making the mood but around you he doesn’t feel the need to be performative so he’s more serious; he’s still funny, a clown, still jokes but he doesn’t feel like he always has to be that way around you he can just be and he loves you for that

not particularly romantic so he sometimes feels like he’s not doing enough for you and on a whim he’ll plan something super sweet like taking you to his family’s strawberry farm for a weekend or something

would find out you read manga bc of you complaining that you can’t find the next book in stores; decides to read between the lines and take that as you asking him to get you the next book; but instead of just buying you the one he buys you the entire series; “oh my god seokjin what did you do” “there was a discount for buying the whole set it made more sense!” “babe i don’t have anywhere to put all these” “don’t worry i got you”; so now you quite literally have a library in his house like a whole wall with a built in bookshelf filled with all the different manga (and other books) that you read; he keeps up with the release dates of ongoing series and buys them for you as soon as they come out without you even asking

if you’re at some kind of function where it’s loud and you’re trying to say something to him but he can’t hear you he’ll bend down slightly as you stand on your tip toes to reach his ear and rest his hand on your lower back to keep you steady; the hand stays even after the conversation is over keeping you glued to him the entire night; which when you agreed to date him you already contractually obligated yourself to be with him the entire night anyway but once he gets his hands on you he finds it hard to let go so he doesn’t; it calms his nerves 🥺

yoongi:

has a snack station in his room where he keeps water bottles, gatorades, bananas etc. bc you’re prone to muscle cramps; always massages your legs until the cramp goes away

whenever he’s off and you’re not you always come home to a nice hot home cooked meal

not the most expressive so when you tell him you love him he doesn’t always say it back but he always acknowledges it; a kiss on the lips; squeezing your hand held tightly in his; his arm around your hips pulling you closer to him; so even if he doesn’t always say it back you know he feels it

if you liked to sing he would learn your favorite songs on piano or guitar so he could play while you sang and have your own little homemade karaoke sessions

complains when you randomly give him a weird nickname like suga buga and will only call him that for like two weeks; says it’s embarrassing but he secretly loves it; when you tell him you’ll stop if he really doesn’t like it he’ll look off into the middle distance and be like “no it’s alright call me whatever you want”

first thing yoongi does in the morning is reach for you; he slides his hand under your shirt and rubs your tummy then pulls you closer to him and nuzzles his face in your neck; it grounds him reminds him that he’s there you’re there and if he doesn’t have anything else he has you

when he feels like he’s up for a change he lets you dye his hair whatever color you want; doesn’t complain about the pictures you take with him in a poncho and his hair wrapped up

he loves when you dress up for him; like the hair done makeup done little black dress number is gon do it for him every time; when you come out the room all done up and are grabbing the rest of your belongings making sure you’re ready to go he’ll spend a good 2 minutes just checking you out; and you’re just standing there looking at him like “😳 what?” ; and then he’ll walk over to you and pull you flush against him, his hand gently tracing the lining of your panties over your dress and be like “you look good baby”

he’s not stupid he knows a good thing when he’s got it and you’re a very good thing; but he’s independent, needs a lot of time to himself and sometimes that gets good to him and he forgets to prioritize you; he doesn’t always realize that tho so when you complain about him always filling his time with things that aren’t you it irritates him and even if he may want to pop off a little in the moment he tries not to; instead he takes some time to calm down and think over what you said and when he realizes you’re right invites you to join him for some of his lessons; so even tho you had no plans for self improvement you recognize he’s extending a proverbial olive branch and are now doing pilates with him and learning japanese

the type to clear his schedule for a couple days if you ever got sick; doesn’t care about the possibility of him getting sick too and will wait on you hand and foot like the only time you’re getting out of bed is to go to the bathroom; he makes you soup (will feed you it spoon by spoon if you pouted enough), keeps a glass of water on standby to keep you hydrated, and has your medicine ready every 4 hours until you’re the picture of health again

hoseok:

helps you get better storage and organization solutions for your room when he sees how messy it is; creates and decorates a cute little cleaning schedule and sticks it on the mini fridge you have in your room

creates a private instagram account so he can follow you and like and comment on all your posts

you know he wants to take things farther when you’re sitting in his lap making out and his hands start roaming; they start off at your hips but then slide up your back little by little until he’s toying with the clasps of your bra but he doesn’t undo it just yet; brings his hands back down and slowly lifts your shirt stopping briefly when he makes his way back up to your bra gently tracing over the design embroidered on the cups before finally breaking apart so the shirt can come off and the real fun can begin

takes you out for brunch at least twice a month like…. breakfast at 11 is gon do it for him every time; cuts up your fruit and sprays whipped cream on your waffles in the shape of a smiley face

has a note on his phone where he keeps all the information he’s learned about you (i.e. your likes, dislikes, things you want, places you want to go, important thoughts and opinions etc.); updates it constantly like y’all could be dating for a year when you accidentally come across it and it’s gon have yesterday’s date as the last time it was edited

lets you braid his hair and take cute photos of him

he thinks you’re the most adorable thing on this planet like super cute so he always smothers you in kisses; like you could be the baddest chick on o block but to him you’re his princess cupcake cutie pie nd he will treat you as such; your cheeks smushed between his hands as he presses his lips against every surface of your face is just something you have to get used to; and if he’s not able to be with you physically you might as well call him soulja boy bc he gon kiss you thru the phone

whenever you playfully hit him he grabs your hand before it gets too far away and interlaces your fingers

y’all have several different conversation threads going across various platforms; like you’ll be in messages talking about what y’all should have for dinner, on instagram sending each other cat videos, and on kakaotalk flirting; it’s not uncommon for y’all to be going back and forth between these simultaneously in the same room looking up at each other and giggling sometimes responding out loud instead of through the phone; if anyone else is in the room when this happens they’re probably an equal mix of confused amused and grossed out at how cute y’all are

takes anniversaries very seriously like he plugs it into his phone as soon as you agree to date him bc he just has this really strong gut feeling about you; bc j hope always has a plan he does something special for you for each one; they get increasingly more elaborate the longer you’re together; first month it’s a singular flower a box of chocolates and a walk in the park; three months he strings up some fairly lights in his living room spreads some rose petals on the floor and cooks you a really nice meal; six months you get a whole bouquet of your favorite flowers he buys you a couple of designer outfits and rents out an entire restaurant for you; one year he takes you out of the city for a few days to some luxury spa resort where you both can be pampered and relax in privacy he showers you in gifts the whole time, one of which is a fine silver necklace with a diamond encrusted pandora’s box charm sitting in the middle with diamond earrings to match; on your second anniversary he surprises you with a ten day trip to the maldives; he proposes there

jimin:

is fascinated by the sight of you taking down your hair from a bun or ponytail; watches with a dazed expression as the hair skirts down your neck and rests on your shoulders

wraps one arm around you and walks his fingers up your spine when you’re laying in bed facing each other; likes to see you shiver and feel the goosebumps raise on your skin in real time bc he loves knowing how much he affects you

absolutely canNOT handle fighting with you; will give you approximately 20 minutes of space if he gets on your bad side; lingers around you with a pitiful look on his face figuratively poking and prodding you for signs that you two will be okay; most situations are resolved by the end of the day bc the thought of not having you by his side as he sleeps is unbearable

likes to lay between your legs, his back to your front, head resting on your chest with your arms wrapped around him while he watches tv

you’ll spend months trying to convince mr puppy kitty himself to get a kitten with you and when he finally agrees and y’all find the perfect one to take in, the cat end up liking him more than you even tho you take care of it most of the time 😭; like he’ll come home and the cat will fly to him and they’ll spend hours cuddled up watching tv; you might as well not even be there

loves to tease; will see you laying down on the couch wearing only an oversized t shirt just being regular messing around on your phone and innocently sit down at the opposite end of the couch as to not arise suspicion even tho you’re already suspicious bc he always doing something but you let it go; not five minutes later he’s rubbing at your ankles which again you don’t comment on you don’t want to provoke him; but next thing you know he’s kissing a path up your legs to your inner thighs, your tummy, a brief stop around your collar bones and neck where he leaves a series of marks, all over your face; basically his lips are everywhere but where you need them to be; doesn’t give in until you’re panting and whining underneath him, locking your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck forcing him to you while he’s giggling at how desperate he’s got you

will call you just bc he misses your voice 🥺

learns how to do things exactly the way you like it; like if you like your coffee a specific way or your eggs cooked a certain way he’s gonna make it his own personal mission to figure out how to do it perfectly for you; then every time you want it even if you were planning to do it yourself he’s gonna shoo you away bc he claims he’s the only person who knows how to do it right even tho you were the one who showed him

has a sixth sense for when you’re in emotional distress and will hug you for as long as you need to

4am ramen dates when you can’t sleep and he’s just casually awake anyway bc he has the worst sleep schedule in the world; will spend the next few hours eating junk you know y’all will both regret later, talking about nothing and everything, doing lip sync battle worthy karaoke performances, and running around playing tag or something; y’all finally pass out around 7am and don’t wake up until like 7pm; hobi judges y’all when he finds out about it

taehyung:

likes to join you for your nightly routine bc it’s a clear indicator of your togetherness; he likes looking in the mirror and seeing the two of you doing separate tasks but together; likes to see the two toothbrushes in the cup on the counter, 2 towels, 2 sponges; all your skin care products in one drawer; and his cleanser and toner on the other; just loves the evidence that it’s not just him anymore he has you

if you’re ever showing any cleavage he knows bc that’s where all his attention has been focused; eyes glued to your chest with a spaced out expression on his face and the corner of his lip tucked under his teeth; pls do not try to give him any information of value at that moment bc he will not retain it; his mind is elsewhere

says he’s going on a diet and pesters you to do it with him for moral support but two days later you walk into him with his face in a bowl of jjajangmyeon

he requires a lot of verbal reassurance so there’s a whole lot of checking in; like you’re always on the same page about your relationship bc there’s a “you like me, right?” type conversation every other week

if you’re sitting side by side in chairs that are like a normal distance apart he pulls your chair until it’s right next to him and rests his arm around you on the back of the chair

he be picking fights 😭; sometimes bc he lets little things that really shouldn’t bother him that much get to him other times he just wants attention and will take it any way he can get it even if it’s negative; it never gets too far past moderate irritation tho; he gets on your nerves just enough to have to make up with you which is like his favorite part of fighting

when he’s bored he will try to have a conversation with you using only selfies and emojis; like you’ll be busy and then come back to check yo phone nd it’s like: “attachment: 1 image 🙋🏻‍♂️🙋🏻‍♂️” “🥸🫵” “🥺👾🙋🏻‍♂️🙋‍♀️⁉️” “attachment: 3 images 😩😭👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🙏”

enjoys feeling needed by you so sometimes he will go through the trouble of intentionally moving things out of your reach just so you’ll have to ask him for help

not the type to flaunt his wealth at all but he has this quiet insistence to always pay for you; he has more than enough means to provide for you and it’s important to him that he does; like if y’all went to an ice cream shop and he went to the bathroom after he ordered and it was time to pay before he got back and you just went and paid for it bc it’s only like $5 he would be annoyed with you; buys you something that’s like 20 times more expensive to make up for it like a week’s worth of groceries

tries very hard to get you into jazz as much as he is which admittedly isn’t as hard as he thinks it is especially on nights when he spends time sorting through his vinyls until he finds the perfect one to introduce to you; as he carefully places the record onto the player and gently lays the needle down, soft sounds of saxophones and trumpets fill the air; then he reaches his hand out to you beckoning you to slow dance with him around the living room; you fall in love with a lot more than the song

jungkook:

would play “this little piggy” with your toes if you were barefoot and put your feet in his lap

randomly manhandles you like if you’re sitting farther away from him than he would like he just pulls you closer; or when you’re both in bed and he gets the urge to cuddle he just grabs your hand and rolls you until your face is pressed against his chest

he likes to keep you to himself; y’all can be separate like you can go do your thing with your friends and he can do his thing with his friends but if y’all are together he’d rather be together alone bc he knows he’s a little crazy; he can get possessive and if he sees you tasting little bits of his friends food or leaning toward them when you laugh and playfully hitting their arms he’s liable to get very irritated nd he’d rather not fight with you

feels a lot for you but isn’t the best with words so he gets a little frustrated sometimes; starts to clam up a bit bc he wants to tell you but he can’t bc he doesn’t know how; may get a little distant and spaced out bc he’s overwhelmed and needs time to sort out his head; takes a bit of gentle prodding after he’s had that time to help him open up; you in his lap, his hands around your lower back, yours perched on his shoulders, periodically traveling down his chest then up his back, cradling his neck fingers toying with the hairs that rest on its nape, as you kiss on him, across his shoulders, up his neck, all over his face, gentle lingering ones on his lips, creating an environment where he feels comfortable and reassured of your feelings for him; after he’s said all he needed to say you gently push him back so he’s laying down and physically show him how much you reciprocate his feelings; clings to you heavy for the week after that conversation; like you have to stay the night every day or he might cry

is a fan of sitting across from you when you go out to eat; is particularly fond of interlocking both your hands with his as you talk

coerces you into taking boxing lessons with him; refuses to settle for you being his cheerleader like you tried to convince him; drags you to enough that you actually make a decent sparring partner; terrified of hurting you so he always pulls his punches if he even hits you at all

is chill like 90% of the time but he’s also a very particular person so sometimes he gets irritated with you when you mess up his flow; like if you changed and left your clothes on the floor he’s gonna make sure you see him and give you a very pointed look as he picks them up and put them on the hamper; and he has the groceries in his fridge stocked in a very specific manner so if you didn’t put it back exactly where you got it from he’s gonna pout and whine at you about it

he be dragging yooouuuuu; like god forbid you ever make a typo and he finds it amusing; he’s gonna talk about it continuously for the next hour; he’s gonna use the typo in lieu of whatever word it was supposed to be every time you text; it’s gonna play on his brain on loop nd he’s gonna giggle to himself about it every few hours for a week; the members gon catch him giggling about it nd ask what’s so funny nd when tells them they gon get a kick out of it; it’s now the new bangtan inside joke nd they’re all gonna change your contact name in they phone to the typo

gives you piggyback rides at the end of your nights out when your shoes are unbearably comfortable and your feet are aching; will actually just give you a piggyback ride whenever you want bc he’s easily persuaded

he be sniffing you 🥴 like he be using that big old nose of his to the full with you; his favorite times to invade your space and breathe you in are when you’ve just gotten out of the shower and are fresh with the scent of your shower gel and lotion and on wash days after your hair is nice and clean and you’ve revitalized it with your leave in conditioner, detangling lotion, and moisturizers and oils like the mix of all your hair products is heavenly to him; he also just enjoys your natural aroma a little earthy, a little sweet, all you and he loves you; 100% the type to have you sleep in one of his shirts for a couple days before he has to go abroad so he can have a piece of you with him even when you’re not there

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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Practice Room of Doom

Request: Hello! May I request j-hope with the quote “Don't look at them. Look at me." Maybe where he encourages her to street dance, but she’s very shy. Or whatever you come up with. Thank you!

Prompt:

2) "Don't look at them. Look at me."

Pairing: BTS J-Hope x Reader

Genre: Fluff

This moment felt oddly reminiscent of your first day of kindergarten. As an adult, you never thought you'd find yourself sitting crisscross applesauce on a foam mat, waiting for your teacher to walk into the room.

Maybe "teacher" wasn't exactly the correct word. Instructor? Dance Master?

Nope, that made it weird.

"I smell burning," your friend, Bee, sighed. She gave you a side eye. "I think you're thinking too much."

"Or you're having a stroke," you muttered. "Burnt toast?"

"Burnt brain," she laughed, smacking you on the shoulder. "What are you worrying about over there?"

"Oh, I don't know," you sighed. "Maybe the fact that I haven't danced since our fourth-grade pageant where I was, for whatever reason, cast as Abraham Lincoln."

"Your beard was very impressive for a nine-year-old."

"I hate you and I want to go home."

"It's going to be fiiiine," Bee cooed. "We're going to learn a badass dance from someone who is really well known in the dance world, and then that'll be it."

"That'll be it," you nodded. "It's just that simple."

"Absolutely," your friend grinned before looking away. "And then we'll film our choreo for the YouTube channel and I'll take you for boba."

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked, gaping.

"You like boba," she continued nonchalantly. "Personally, I prefer the fruit smoothies, but-"

"Before that," you croaked.

"We're going to learn a badass dance," she nodded.

"After that."

"Oh, filming?" she said, furrowing her brows. "Yeah, the studio's YouTube is pretty well known, so they film when they have different guest instructors in."

"Okay," you sighed, moving to stand up. "That's it, I'm-"

Just as Bee had grabbed the bottom half of your hoodie and began to tug you back down, excited whispers filled the room. Looking up from your semi-kneeling position, you were knocked on your butt when a small group of people walked in.

One of them you recognized as the studio owner. You had seen her advertisements enough to place her face. Next, you identified her main dance instructor, who happened to have Bee drooling on a daily basis. And the third person didn't resonate with you, but you did have to reconcile with one thing.

He was hot.

Like melt your face hot.

Walking in with a confident swagger, his dark eyes swept across the room in quiet assessment. As if you manifested it, his gaze settled on your body now sprawled across the floor. You watched in horror as the corner of his mouth hitched up to a smirk before he looked away again.

"Dancers!" the owner called, clapping her hands. "I want you to meet our guest for the next few days, Jung Hoseok!"

The crowd erupted into applause as Hoseok took a bow.

"Am I supposed to know who he is?" you whispered, clapping nonetheless.

"Probably not," Bee chuckled. "I wouldn't have expected you to, but I think everyone here just creamed their jeans."

"So eloquent with words, best friend," you muttered.

She rolled her eyes before continuing. "He's a big deal in the dance world."

"I gathered."

You focused again on the stranger. He would be a big deal in any world. He radiated a sort of...lightness that only grew brighter as he waited for the applause to settle. Dressed in fitted, red, Nike joggers and an oversized white tee, you were surprised at how his simplicity made him look so cool. He wore a cap, turned backward, a small blessing that allowed you to really see his handsome face.

And that smile.

While he was already bright on his own, the grin kicked it up at least another hundred watts.

"Thank you!" he laughed as the clapping dyed down. "You guys can call me Hobi."

"Ho-bi," a gentle whisper of the crowd echoed across the room. This caused Hoseok to peel into laughter.

"We're going to work on learning some choreography today," he nodded after pulling himself together. "We'll get the steps down, and then I want you guys to pair off to practice. We'll give you the day tomorrow to perfect your movements, and then we'll be filming some clips the day after. Sound good?"

A muddled cheer lifted into the air as people began to wiggle to a standing position. Getting up on wobbly legs, you looked around the room and let out a sigh of relief. It was packed with at least 30-40 people. The chance of anyone noticing you besides Bee was pretty slim and you wanted to keep it that way.

The lesson went relatively quickly. You did much better than you had anticipated and actually felt a little flutter of happiness as you and Bee practiced side by side. The dance was much sexier than anything you would have attempted on your own (if you had even attempted to dance in the first place).

"Great job!" Hobi called, panting as he walked in between the dancers. "You've all got so much talent!"

You looked around at everyone who had expressions similar to your own. Pure joy and pride lit up the room.

"Now! Before we all go, I want you to split off into pairs or groups of three to practice tomorrow!"

"Hobi?" a girl toward the front row asked. Timidly lowering her hand, she waited until Hoseok turned her way, eyebrows lifted. "Will you be picking someone to film with tomorrow as well?"

"Ah, yes!" he laughed, clapping his hands. "I almost forgot. Who wants to be my partner?"

You could feel yourself shrinking into your own shoulders as he scanned the room. People squeaked and jumped, nearly every person holding their hand in the air.

To your horror, and Bee's delight, Hobi stopped his pacing and settled himself in front of you. "What's your name?"

You looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to open your mouth.

"Y/N!" Bee called behind you, leaning forward to shake your shoulders. "That's their name."

"Y/N," Hoseok said thoughtfully, crossing his arms. "Looks like I'm taken! Y/N is my partner!"

Your stomach felt like a lead weight as you trudged up to the door of the dance studio. While other groups were practicing wherever they saw fit, you had agreed to meet Hoseok back at the studio you had been tricked into participating in yesterday. It was never your intention to even be filmed. You had fully planned on learning the dance that evening and never showing your face there ever again.

Walking through the door, your feet led you to the practice room of doom. Standing outside for a moment, you watched through the small window as you saw Hobi freestyling something you hadn't learned the previous day. A light sweat already glistening on his tanned skin, you tried to tamp down the inappropriate thoughts swirling in your head. Swallowing, you set your hand on the handle and pushed.

Immediately stopping his motions, Hobi ran to the speaker to turn off the music pumping from his phone. Turning to you with that trademark smile, he waved.

"Y/N," he said, crossing the room to take your hand in his. "We were never properly introduced."

"Right," you cringed. "Hoseok, master of the dance."

What was wrong with you?

Hobi let out a huff of a laugh as he took a step back. "Is that what my new street rep is? Master of the dance?"

"I, uh," you croaked, wincing. "To be honest, I'm not that plugged in to what anyone's street rep is...let alone when it comes to well-known dancers."

"We'll change that," he smiled, patting you on the arm. You suddenly forgot how to breath as he looked you slowly up and down. "Ready when you are."

...

The torture was slow and painful.

You realized Hobi was a big name in dance, but you hadn't realized he would be as much of a perfectionist as he was. Since you weren't trained even a little bit, it made for a really rough lesson.

"I think I'm going to vomit," you whispered, falling to all fours on the hardwood.

"Water," Hobi nodded, immediately sweeping over to you with an ice-cold bottle. "You haven't been drinking enough."

"It'll just make me sweat more," you grumbled, plopping over. Whatever facade of elegance you had put on in an attempt to appease your instructor had dropped long ago. You had cursed, yelled, and nearly cried in front of him, so the charade was for nothing.

"That's good. It's when you stop sweating that we get worried," Hobi chuckled, crouching on the floor beside you.

Looking over, you were a bit surprised at how close he was sitting, especially considering how drenched you were.

"You did well today," Hobi said with a gentle smile. "And I apologize."

"For what?" you groaned. "Besides you know, nearly killing me."

"I should've helped you stretch first," he nodded with a grimace. "And maybe not have pushed so hard."

"Maybe?" you laughed. "Maybe I should have faked an injury at least an hour ago."

This caused a loud laugh to erupt from the man next to you. You had grown to love the sound over the past few hours.

"But then I wouldn't have the amazing, talented, and beautiful partner I do now," he grinned.

As you looked at him with wide eyes, your expression caused his own face to fall into something more static. "What?"

"At least two of those descriptors aren't true," you said quietly. Your eyes moved to your shoes. They were much easier to look at than him. "I just can't decide which ones."

"Hey," Hobi hummed, not shying away. He tentatively touched your chin before gripping it and redirecting your gaze to him. "You aren't giving yourself enough credit."

You chewed on your lip, searching his face for something you weren't even sure you'd find. "Why pick me? You watched us all. I wasn't the best. I wasn't the smoothest. I wasn't even the hottest if you wanted someone good looking for your video."

Hobi chuckled before dropping your chin and scooting so you sat shoulder to shoulder. "Want me to let you in on a secret?"

You nodded even though you were hesitant to hear what he had to say.

"It's not about being the best, or the smoothest," he said quietly. You watched in confusion as a blush began to color the tops of his ears. "And you should probably reevaluate the good-looking part."

You lifted your brows in surprise. This dancing sex God thought YOU were attractive? Well, I'll be damned.

"I picked you," he continued. "Because your shock at your own skills that day was a really amazing thing to watch. And I'll admit, I mostly did it because you thought I wouldn't."

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it again.

"Everyone can dance, Y/N," Hobi nodded. "It just matters if you want to try."

"There's at least a 70% chance that I'm going to make you look like an idiot tomorrow," you grumbled.

"And there's a 100% chance that I already make myself look like one every day," he grinned. "Who cares?"

"I mean everyone at the studio will be watching..."

"Don't look at them," he said firmly, causing your head to swivel in his direction. You locked eyes and nearly forgot how to breath. "Look at me."

The two of you remained locked in a staring contest, the room becoming significantly warmer for a different reason. Just as you were about to honestly ask Hobi, "What are we?" he conceded by reaching up and booping your nose.

"Did you just boop me?" you whispered.

"I don't know, did you think it was cute?" he laughed.

"Sure?" you smirked.

"Good," he nodded. Taking a moment longer to look at you, he finally pulled himself up and dangled a hand for you to take. "Should we get back to it?"

"Do we have to?"

"Yes," he nodded before a smile spread slowly across his face. "I have to start getting you prepared."

"For?" you asked, tilting your head. You had a funny feeling that he meant more than just the filming tomorrow.

"I'm thinking about taking up an instructor position here," he grinned. "And guess who's going to be my assistant for the foreseeable future?"

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hyungieyoongi · 1 year

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Bad Things Come in Threes

Pairing: Hobi x Reader

Genre: Established Relationship + FLUFF

Word Count: 750+

A/N: requested by anon for my follower milestone celebration! I love nothing more than writing about sweet, sweet Hobi (especially since he is leaving soon and literally I will sob).

“What is that saying again? Bad things come in threes?” you asked your coworker, speaking in the direction of the beige carpet of your office floor. Your forehead was resting on your desk, eyes closed as you ignored your computer dinging continuously with email notifications.

“Yep, that’s the one,” your coworker responded, all too cheerily, typing away on her laptop on the couch in your office. “Maybe you could escape this hell and get home before the third one happens.”

You lifted your head to glare at her. She rolled her eyes at your expression.

“I’m serious, Y/N, go home. It’s late. All of this will be here in the morning waiting for you, anyway,” your coworker said, trying to sound comforting. You groaned.

“Fine, fine, you’re right, I should go. Besides, Hoseok probably thinks I died,” you joked, looking at your phone to see five unread texts from Hobi, likely asking when you would leave the office and threatening to come get you himself if you didn’t stop working for the day. “We’ll deal with all of this tomorrow.”

“Here, here!” your coworker cheered, shutting her laptop with a gleeful snap. You opened your phone to text your boyfriend.

DO NOT COME TO THE OFFICE. I’m on my way home right now. - Y/N

Are you lying? - Hobi 💜

Of course not.

Are you sure?

I am positive.

Good, I’ll see you soon, baby.

---

You walked into the door of your shared apartment with Hoseok, the sounds of relaxing music softly filling your ears as you shut the door behind you. You startled slightly as you unexpectedly felt hands removing your coat from your shoulders, relaxing when you heard your boyfriend laughing at your reaction.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Hobi murmured, placing your coat on the hooks by the door. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead in apology. “I’m sorry you had such a hard day, my love.” You let yourself be wrapped in his arms, taking a deep breath as you felt the tension leave your shoulders for the first time in hours.

“I’m just happy to be home,” you mumbled, voice slightly muffled by Hobi’s oversized sweater.

“I have a surprise for you,” Hobi said, grabbing your hand to lead you through your home.

“You do?” you asked, confused, racking your brain for any hints that Hobi might have left throughout the day that you had failed to pick up on.

“Follow me.” As Hobi led you to your master bathroom, the music you had heard earlier got slightly louder and clearer. The lights were dimmed in the bathroom, candles lit throughout the room, casting a golden glow on the white tiles. The counter was lined with products—sheet masks, nail polish, moisturizers—everything you could want for a relaxing at-home spa night.

“I think you’d be more comfortable if you changed,” Hobi said behind you, chin propped on your shoulder, arms intertwined around your waist in a back hug. You noticed your robe was hanging next to his on the opposite door frame. They were his and her matching robes that Hobi had bought for the two of you on your last anniversary; ridiculously overpriced and designer, of course, but the soft fabric always felt like a warm hug at night.

“You didn’t have to do all of this, babe,” you said quietly, leaning back into his chest. Hobi kissed the side of your neck lightly.

“Yes, I did,” he whispered next to your ear.

You turned around, leaning forward to kiss him. “Thank you,” you murmured. You felt him smile against your lips, deepening the kiss before pulling away.

“Come on, we can paint each other’s nails and then do face masks,” he said, grabbing your robe off of the hanger and holding it for you to put on as you shrugged out of your work dress.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” you asked, tightening the belt on your robe as Hobi put his on so you would match.

“Hmm, I think you might have mentioned it once or twice,” Hobi teased, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “And I’ll never get tired of hearing it.” He pecked your lips briefly, making you giggle.

“However, it is time to get down to business,” Hoseok joked, a mock serious expression on his face as he held up two bottles of nail polish from the counter, “pick a color.”

Maybe bad things didn’t actually come in threes when Hoseok was around.

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sugarwithtea · 1 year

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Hello can you do 3 14 and 12 from fluff2 plz

rise and shine | jhs

pairing : boyfriend!hoseok x reader

genre : fluff, humour

rating : sfw

summary : hobi wakes you up but you are being whiny.

word count : 793

warnings : swearing

author's note : this one was a very cute request, thankyou so much!! also, thanks to @oddinary4bts for beta-ing this cute guy so quickly hehe! ily!

prompt : "good morning, sweetie" + "sad...i have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with." + "your hugs are nice.." from this list.

Were your dreams always so colorful?

Or is it something which happened after the entry of a certain someone in your life?

Well, sadly, you aren't able to dwell on that feeling too much because that certain someone has been trying to wake you up for the last 15 minutes.

"Good morning, sweetie." He adds the pet name just to annoy you. Bastard.

"Hobi please," you whine and pull the blanket over your head.

It's fucking 10 am.

This guy can't be serious to wake you up this early on a goddamn Sunday.

"Rise and shine, sunshine," he almost yells – or you feel like he does because your state is still partially lucid.

"Call me an emo bitch. I am not a sunshine" you grumble and turn the other side.

You snuggle deeper into your bed when there's no noise from him but then grimace a second layer when he suddenly opens up the curtains.

"Ah. Just met an emo bitch named sunshine."

"Hobi. I don't need memes on a Sunday morning."

He laughs as he comes near you and his scent invades your senses.

It's comfortable, colorful and very warm. You have a habit of describing people and scents with colors, and Hobi feels like yellow mixed with pink. But he also has an alter-aura – if that's a thing – which gives off severe deep orange and emerald vibes. And as always, your morning thoughts do not make any sense.

He pats your cheek twice and pinches it, as you squirm in your place like a child and roll away from him, lying on your stomach.

A sigh sounds out in the room and you realize it's his Sunday morning too. You aren't tired or exhausted, you are just being lazy. And if he has been trying to wake you up from the past few minutes, you feel that you should comply with him.

So, grumbling absolute gibberish, you roll over and sit up in bed, and almost immediately something hits your head.

"Ow."

It's pink and squishy. With those signature Kaws symbols. Fucking Hoseok.

"Oh my god I'm-" he doubles down while laughing as you take the fluff toy in your hand, "I'm sorry. I thought you wouldn’t wake up so I was," ha ha ha the only sound that comes out of him as he sits down on the floor with his hand on his tummy, "I was going to hit you with it, but you sat up suddenly. Oh my god."

Your grumbling doesn't stop as he straightens up and looks at you cheerfully, enjoying your disheveled state.

"I was waking up for your sake but now I'm ughh," you whine and sit back against the headboard, moving your blanket here and there.

"Now you are what?" he tries, holding his laughter in with pursed lips.

"Sad … I have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with." You also spread your blanket to emphasize your statement and look down with a pout.

He laughs and your pout turns into a small smile, held back by you chewing the inside of your cheeks. Your hands are still fluffing up the blanket when he pulls it out of your hand. You look up, surprised, and watch him getting into the bed, pulling the blanket over his legs with his mouth set in a triangle.

"This is all because I love you," he grumbles and you smile brighter than the sun. You know he does this because he loves you, but you also know how much he enjoys your lazy shenanigans. It's just a matter of how long it will take him to break his character – which convinces absolutely no one.

You snuggle up to his side and look up at him with that same shit-eating grin of yours. It's a hobby. Annoying your boyfriend is your hobby. And you love it – as much as you love him. You wrap your hand around his torso, as you lay your head on his chest, eyes closing at the feeling of utter comfort.

And of course, he breaks. Not even a second later his hand finds solace on your waist and he tugs you closer (if possible). The way you can feel his smile shining on his face, even with your eyes closed, makes it impossible to stop the rising feeling in your chest. You can never ask for a better Sunday morning than being wrapped up in his arms.

"Your hugs are so nice-"

"Always, yes. One of my talents," he cuts you off and you let him continue about how useful his talents are for you.

And certainly, you can't deny it. Because there is nothing in your life that you value more than Jung Hoseok.

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btsmosphere · 2 years

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autumn with: hobi

~pairing: hobi x reader ~word count: 2.5k (bullet fic!) ~genre: fluff fluff and more fluff, college au, friends to lovers ~rating: g (no warnings:))

a look at autumn and halloween with our beloved hobi! since I’m feeling very fall lately, I went on a hunt and found some lovely prompt lists from @crockettmarcel @flufftober and @lavenderotpprompts 💜I shook them all together to make a snippet of autumn for each of the boys- at the end, I’ll include the list I put together for hobi!

also a thank you to @moccahobi and @ssaboala for reading this and helping keep me in the autumn spirit!! I really appreciate it🥰

autumn with: masterlist

Everyone moves back into the dorm for the start of term in September

It’s not the dramatic reunion some might think, everyone turns up in dribs and drabs instead of all arriving at once

You chose to head back pretty early

In fact, so early that you aren’t sure anyone else is here yet

Well, someone has to be the first, right?

It feels a bit barren, but it’s quiet and there’s something nice in that too. You stop for a bit in the hallway between all the rooms, where there are big windows and you can see the trees, the ends of the leaves starting to curl and brown

A huge cacophony of what sounds like the kitchen falling down shakes you

After a moment frozen, you turn towards the sound

It definitely came from the kitchen

But the door is still standing there as if nothing happens

Is there a ghost in your dorm? Should you have stayed back and waited until there was safety in numbers? Is this the beginning of your very own horror movie??

A loud curse echoes from the kitchen and you laugh instead

Hobi.

When you enter the kitchen, you find flour splatted on the floor, upturned bowl and one Jung Hoseok with his hair sticking up- you’re pretty sure he’s run his floury fingers through it, unless he’s going for some reverse Guy Fieri look

Unable to control your laughter, you set to work together

Hobi wants to make cookies

Shouldn’t be too hard

He has a goal this year, he says. He’s going to take up baking as a hobby so he can feed everyone nice things

You have to admit, when he lists off the cinnamon buns, apple pies and chocolate brownies he wants to make, you find your mouth watering. So you’re going to help him make those darn cookies

Your intervention might be the only thing that gets them out alive, to be honest

But Hobi is grinning so widely when you finally get to bite into them that you encourage him to bake something else soon

It’s been a long time away, and the plate of cookies doesn’t make it to the morning, having been slowly eaten by you two as you stayed curled up over the kitchen table cradling hot chocolates and laughing at each other

The kitchen lights were warm while it was dark outside. Now the morning light is the opposite, cold and pale as it wakes to frostbitten lawns

Hobi crawls out of bed while you’re blearily snacking on cereal

The moment he sees you, he yells and pulls back, hiding behind the door with just his face and fluffy hair visible

Oh. He’s topless

“I got flour on my only top,” he complains, “I haven’t unpacked anything yet.”

You call him a lazybones, but still go to fish something out of your wardrobe

It’s on the bigger side, but cropped, and he looks a little funny wearing it. Your style is so different from his, but he doesn’t complain

He eats toast and looks thoroughly adorable, dammit

It’s October before he completely unpacks

It’s chaotic, but you turn a blind eye. At least he’s done it now, and won’t have to go rooting through a suitcase every time he wants something

You should have foreseen, though, that with one victory, that only leaves something else weird to happen instead

You can never escape the weird

Not with Hobi

Which is why you’re staring at him now, stuck between shock and laughter

He’s in the kitchen, having forcibly sat you down to watch his fashion show, and right now you don’t think he could physically be wearing any more jumpers

You fend off the laughter and go straight for incredulity

“What are you doing?”

“It’s sweater season!” he defends himself

“It’s not even that cold out! And we’re not even out!”

“Let’s change that, then”

He clearly ignored the first part of your argument, but here you are outside, winding between the trees away from your dorm

Okay, so maybe it is a little chilly out

But there’s no way you’ll give that to Hobi. He’s still wearing entirely too many sweaters, even after you made him take some off

Anyway, you bite your lip. He’s having fun- his cheeks are round and a bit red as he smiles, looking around. He breathes in, rubbing his hands together and looking like all is right with the world now autumn in on its way

Then a leaf smacks him in the face

He flails around for a split second, blowing little raspberries as a defense mechanism against the onslaught of the leaf

All the while, you howl with laughter until he turns to you with a pout

It only makes you laugh more

“Autumn loves you as much as you love it!” you giggle

Hobi folds his arms, as far as the sweater bundle will let him

“I bet you can’t catch a leaf”

So now you’re running around like a lunatic

How did it end up this way, with Hobi laughing at you?? He’s the weird one

Your weird friend is lying back on a leafy carpet when you skip over, triumphantly holding a bright red leaf above your head

He struggles to sit up, but claps and woops for you

He has to clap with his arms straight

To save him the trouble, you flop down next to him, panting little gusts into the air

They show up in front of your nose, ghostly and lingering in the air; is it really that cold already?

It probably has something to do with the fact it’s also getting dark now, but neither of you move

Clouds drift over, just as lazy as you

You’ve been there a while, and you aren’t out of breath any more. The air is cool as it fills your lungs

Whispering leaves announce Hobi rolling over to face you

“Are you cold?”

And you’ve been so busy feeling warm inside at the afternoon filled with giggles and the prospect of autumn setting in that you hadn’t noticed

But cold is a side effect of the season

You were only shivering a bit

He smothers your protests and denial, knowing it’s only a bid to keep up your disdain at his outfit

His smug grin won’t let you forget about it when he finally thrusts a woolly cardigan over you, practically lying on top of you now, the result of your scrambling playfight that, admittedly, may have defeated the need of a warm jumper

Now that you have it though, it’s not bad, though no substitute for his warmth which leaves as he slides off to sit on the ground beside you

You cuddle into the material like Hobi had earlier, and he glows

The rest of the day is warm, even as light leaks from the sky

You’re back in the warm kitchen with warm food and warm laughter

And all the way until Halloween you’re caught up in the whirlwind of Hobi

It’s a budget Halloween, of course. You’re students, after all

Luckily, as Hobi puts it, some of the trees nearby are apple trees, and he’s hell-bent on apple bobbing on Halloween

“It’s only right,” he’ll say

And of course you’ll go along with it. One look at his hopeful grin is always enough to get you agreeing to his hairbrained schemes

No one knows if it’s legal to take or eat the apples, being on public property

Or if they’re edible

But surely all apples are edible?

You hope so, you think gingerly as you place another one in your bag

It may have looked more picture-perfect with those cute baskets, or if you were in a meadow, but instead your friends are all clustered under a line of apple trees that grow along the road, putting the apples into your backpacks like it’s something shady, underhand

Just as you reach for another, Hobi shrieks, and from your position sitting on his shoulders you wobble perilously

Looking around in alarm, you grab at his bobble hat for stability, feeling him clutch tighter to your legs

Somehow, you both stay upright as Tae runs off giggling, being shooed by Jin

“What if yn dropped an apple on his head, you punk!” he was yelling, “we don’t need to re-discover the theory of gravity!”

“Got enough?” Hobi asks

Confirming, you let him crouch to put you down

You’re both a little breathless

“Let’s see”

He bends closer, pulling your backpack open to see the shining apples nestled there

“I’ll make a good pie with these,” he promises

You give him a look

“I really will this time!” he exclaims at that, “the brownies were an exception!”

Chuckling, you acquiesce

“Alright,” this is how it always goes, “I trust you”

In the end, the home-made Halloween is great

Everyone has decorated their doorway – though you wonder how many Hobi actually helped with – and you take turns rushing up and down, calling ‘trick or treat’ like little kids

Of course, you all have costumes, as well as little bags for sweets, which are only plastic bags from the supermarket, but Hobi glued little paper fangs onto the top

Hobi’s a witch, and his black cloak swooshes out behind him

Of course this means he won’t stop running up and down the hall even after the lot of you have squished together in a pile to eat sweets in the kitchen

“I’ll eat all of yours!” Jimin threatens

This brings Hobi dashing back again

The evening is fun and full of you and Hobi feeding each other sweets, pretending you aren’t giving him the ones you know he likes the most

“ugh, another one of these, I don’t like them that much”

You’re not sure if he believes you

The others certainly don’t, but you ignore the way they look at you as you hold another up to Hobi’s lips

Hobi swears off the horror film later, but you follow him to the kitchen

Honestly, it’s out of fear for the apple pie

And nothing else at all

You laugh together and steal some of the leftover sweets as he makes it through one failed batch of dough

Namjoon goes to bed

You’re pretty sure the others have fallen asleep in the living room

They can have some pie tomorrow, if it ever gets made. Or if it does, then if it isn’t all eaten before they can get to it

This time around, Hobi deems the batch successful and finally it’s in the oven, complete with strawberry jam leaking out of the sides

“It has to look spooky!”

Hobi falls into a chair beside you, covered in flour and fruit and looking much better than he has any right to

“Let’s go outside, the pie has to bake for a while”

You don’t question your enthusiasm to go with him

At this point, you get excited along with him, and after seeing how brilliant the stars look, you can only half concentrate

Staring at him instead is just as tempting

You know the joy you’ll find there

It’s darker as you pass under the trees, further from the building

Still you don’t look away

Did you see that?”

Hobi gasps, a hand flying out to catch your own

His fingers around soft around your wrist, and slip down to grasp your hand

Eventually, he brings his gaze back to earth, frowning around at you

Blinking, you realise he asked you something

“See what?”

Your voice is no more than a breath in the air

All he says is “look”

There are other things you would rather look at, but you turn your head to the sky

You’ve stopped walking at this point, just standing still among the leaves

The tree branches stretch into the sky, much thinner than they used to look

You breathe

Hobi’s hand is still holding yours, calling you back to earth, but you force your eyes to search the heavens a bit more

You’re about the ask Hobi what he’s on about when you see it, at last

A flicker, quick enough that you could have missed it in a blink

Satisfied, Hobi turns to you

This time, it’s his turn to admire your face as it transforms, disbelief to wonder

“Was that-?”

“A shooting star!”

You wonder if he really was a witch, and if so what kind of spell he cast to make this Halloween work out so well

He holds his hand out

Doesn’t even ask

Without knowing, you realise your trust has grown well enough, so firm within your chest, that you take it without a second thought

And now you’re dancing

He really loves this cape, and spins you around as an excuse to make it fly behind him

Almost losing your balance, you grab him harder, laughing

And he pulls you closer once you stand up

Your feet are scuffling in the broken leaves like so many times before as you messed around

You trip and lose the rhythm, and spin too many times that you should stop, but you end up dizzy with a wide grin

When he kisses you, it’s like you had done it a hundred times before

No questions in your mind, you lean in more, hands sliding into the warmth under his silly cloak. And you wonder if you’re really just dizzy from spinning

The apple pie burns

You and Hobi still eat it, and the inside is really very nice

Like you would have before, you share spoonfuls, eating the whole thing over gossip and laughter

Only this time, you curl in his lap, and then he in yours because it gets uncomfy

In the morning, Namjoon finds everyone out of bed, sleeping on the sofas or the kitchen table, as is your case

And no one is surprised, or seems to bat an eye beyond smiling at the two of you

You wrap up in each other’s clothes, and walk under the trees, and dance, and suffer the results of baking- which will get better, he promises every single time

And you trust him

Thank you for reading!! this was made with the following prompts: baking - back to school/university – “I bet you can’t catch a leaf” - wearing someone else’s clothes - trick or treating - apple picking – warmth - “it’s sweater season!” - “are you cold?” - “I trust you” - shooting stars - first dance

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taetaespeaches · 2 years

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“You were so pleasant when we first met.”

hoseok x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 4.4K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Petal/reader is meeting Hobi’s family for the first time in this and she’s a bit uncharacteristically anxious. And Hobi is honestly the sweetest. This could serve as a part 3 or a resolution to “You’re a shitty liar” in which Petal finds out Hobi has been hiding her from his family for 6 months. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

“Are we sure it’s not too soon?” You asked your boyfriend, picking at your cuticles as you avoided eye contact with him. He was seated on the sofa a few feet away as you stood at the edge of the room.

You were met with silence for a few seconds before a sigh met your ears, the man discarding the phone from his hands and setting it on the couch cushion next to him. He had been interacting with fans, but your expression of doubt had gained his full attention. “You know they genuinely want to meet you, right? I want you to meet each other.”

Your anxiety getting the better of you, you added in chewing the inside of your cheek to the nervous habits you exhibited as you nodded. “I know, it’s just-” Shrugging at him and scrunching your nose, you lifted your gaze to finally meet his considerate and concerned one.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized suddenly, shaking his head as though he was disappointed. Pulling your eyebrows together in question, you waited for him to elaborate. “I can’t help but feel this is my fault, Petal.”

“Hm?”

“With me not telling them about you for so long, I just, I don’t know, I feel like I gave you an anxiety you wouldn’t have had otherwise,” he tsked at himself, twitching his head to the side as he directed his eyes to the ground. With a huff, he looked back up at you to see you staring at him thoughtfully. “It should have been easy for you to meet them, but I fucked that up.”

“No you didn’t, I would have been nervous regardless,” you defended him. However, he wasn’t totally wrong, as much as you hated to admit that. Of course it was always nerve wracking meeting your significant other’s parents, no matter the circumstance, but it did get scarier when you found out you were kept a secret for six months. The people raised Hoseok and he adored them, so you had no doubt that they would be incredibly kind and welcoming to you. But you still couldn’t help but worry that they’d be scrutinizing you with a magnifying glass as they searched for reasons as to why you would be kept hidden for months. You knew it wasn’t like that, Hoseok only keeping you secret because he simply didn’t want his parents to think he was taking their sacrifices for his career for granted. However, the doubt in yourself still lingered in the very back of your mind. The idea of being picked apart in search of faults by people you really wanted acceptance from was unsettling to say the least.

Suddenly the man was standing in front of you, breaking you out of your thoughts as his hands reached out for yours. “Petal,” he spoke gently, pulling your hands apart to stop you from shredding your cuticles. You hadn’t even realized you were still picking at them. Intertwining his fingers with your own, he caught your gaze, holding it as he talked to you. “You’ve always been so sure of yourself, ever since I’ve known you, even back when you couldn’t stand me,” he smiled, you chuckling slightly at the memories. “I can’t help but think I put this little seed of doubt in your mind.”

“I’m gonna be fine,” you assured him. “You’re important to me, so it’s just scary meeting the people who raised you.” When he looked at you skeptically, you rolled your eyes. “I’m serious, stop blaming yourself. I’m just nervous.”

“Even my tough girl gets nervous sometimes, huh?” He cooed at you, making you sigh in feigned annoyance.

Through a small pout, you admitted the insecurity that rarely existed but made its appearance every now and then. “I want to impress them and I know I don’t always make the best first impression, as you know.”

Widening his eyes in feigned shock, he dramatically shook his head at you. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, you were so pleasant when we first met.” Laughing, you used the back of his own hand that was wrapped up with yours to gently hit him on his hip. You were horribly unpleasant your first time meeting Hoseok, along with the few times after that, and if it hadn’t been for his persistence, patience, and generosity with his kindness and understanding, you wouldn’t be hand in hand with him inside your apartment that very moment. “You were very intriguing, I have no complaints.”

“I just worry about small talk and all that for a whole dinner, I’m not great in those kinds of situations. And your family is so bright and communicative, I just don’t want them to think I’m cold and uninterested in them.” Sitting at a dinner with damn near strangers was pretty much your nightmare. You typically needed five to ten business days with a person before you started warming up to them enough to show that you actually did have a personality and you weren’t aloof and stuck up like your face and demeanor tried to introduce you as.

Hoseok’s expression became serious as he searched your features. “They will love you,” he assured you. “Your parents love me.”

“You’re so easy to love, Sunshine,” you groaned, the man smiling as you bit back a grin of your own.

“So are you,” he told you, and he said it so earnestly that you couldn’t even argue it.

“Ok, but what if they think we’re not compatible because you’re so openly bright and I’m this cold little witch?” you proposed, half joking, though your boyfriend could sense the seriousness behind the comment.

“Witch?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “First of all, you’re not cold and I love your personality. I always have. And second of all, I don’t care if they think we’re compatible or not because I know we are.” Humming at him, you nodded slowly. He made valid points, damn him. “Listen to me,” he started, his voice slightly stern. Letting out a small sigh, you stared into his eyes as he flashed you a stunning and comforting smile. “I love you, and they’ll love you, because there’s nothing not to love. You’re great, it would be impossible for them not to see that.”

Biting back the smile that was threatening to spread across your face, you chose to roll your eyes instead. Groaning at you, Hoseok wrapped his arms around the back of your head pulling you against his body as he pressed kisses across your face, despite your half-assed attempt to squirm away. You didn’t really want to go anywhere that was even two inches from the man, but you didn’t want him to know that. “Tell me that my parents are gonna love you,” he insisted, looking down at your features as he held you close. Whining in his arms, he giggled at you. “Say it.”

“Your parents are gonna love me,” you groaned, Hoseok only laughing further in content and victory.

“And why are they gonna love you?”

“Oh jesus,” you dismissed, trying to pull out of his hold, placing your hands to his waist and attempting to shove away from him. His arms stayed firm around you however as he pressed more kisses to your forehead.

“Say it!” He demanded cheerfully.

“Because I’m great,” you groaned.

“Damn right you are,” he immediately agreed with a proud grin, letting you push him off of you.

“You’re so obnoxious,” you lightly giggled, not taking any steps away from the man.

“I know,” he beamed, watching as you stayed firmly in place, noticing how you didn’t put any space between you both. “Want another hug?”

Without answering him, you rolled your eyes once more before reaching out to grasp the oversized hoodie at his abdomen, tugging him to you. Giggles slipped from his mouth, ringing beautifully in your ears as he wrapped his arms around the back of your head again, yours snaking their way around his waist. “I love you,” you mumbled against his shoulder.

Hoseok’s lips met the top of your head in response. “I love you too. So much,” he whispered into your hair. “And so will my parents,” he added teasingly, eliciting an immediate groan from you. “Because you’re great.” He was so annoying, but beyond sweet. And you appreciated him more than he would ever fully comprehend.

Stuffing cold kimchi rice into bowls for you and Hoseok, music playing from his phone, you hummed along to the tune. “Hey is the studio you do pottery at open tonight?” He asked out of the blue, confusion setting into your features.

“Um, no,” you answered. “They close early on Tuesdays.”

“But you have a key right? They let you go in whenever you want?” He questioned you, making you slightly suspicious as you glanced at him.

“Yeah,” you confirmed skeptically. He hummed in response, making you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Why?”

“We should go.”

Scrunching your eyebrows together, you looked at him in confusion. “We have dinner with your parents tonight.”

“Exactly. Don’t you think you’d rather do pottery instead of a stuffy dinner?”

“Wait,” you halted your movements, holding a full bowl of food as you stared at him curiously. “Are you saying we should do pottery with your parents? Instead of dinner?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, taking the bowl out of your hands and placing it in front of him, preparing to dig in.

Opening your mouth to respond, you closed it again, cocking your head at him. “I- but- would they even like that?”

“I think so,” he nodded sincerely at you. “Plus, your opinion matters too and I just had a feeling you’d rather do something like that instead of a dinner.”

“Hobi,” you sighed. “I don’t want to make your parents do something just for me, their comfort matters more than mine.”

“It definitely does not matter more than yours, and also, like I said, I think they’d enjoy it.” He ate some rice, chewing on it for a moment before continuing to speak with his hand covering his mouth. “I’m not just talking out of my ass, I told my mom a couple weeks ago that you do pottery and she was super interested in it. Said she always wanted to try it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my dad too, actually,” he said just before shoving another spoonful of rice into his mouth. Grinning at you around the bite, you chuckled lightly, shaking your head.

“So you’re saying I could teach them a little something?” The man nodded enthusiastically. “Okay,” you agreed tentatively. “If you’re one hundred percent sure that they would be good with it. Actually, one hundred and fifty percent sure,” you corrected as Hoseok swallowed the food.

“I’m sure,” he assured. “I promise.”

It felt as though a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, along with some of the doubt that had taken residency in your mind. Staring at Hoseok as he ate, you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. When his gaze met your own, he mimicked the expression, his eyes narrowing in question. “What?”

“I just can’t believe you,” you told him, staring at him in utter appreciation.

“In a good way or-?”

“Yes,” you breathily giggled. “You’re amazing.”

He simply smiled in response as he continued eating his rice. And your heart was full of gratitude for one Mr. Jung Hoseok.

“So you’re bringing them here, right? I’m not in the completely wrong place, am I?” You asked your boyfriend through the phone as you trudged around the pottery studio, gathering supplies and laying them all out. You had agreed earlier that he would pick his parents up and bring them to the studio where you would be waiting, but your nerves had you second guessing everything.

“Yes, they’re in the car right now,” he chuckled, heat rushing through your body in embarrassment. “We’ll be there in less than five minutes.”

“Oh,” you commented tentatively, unsure whether you were on speaker or not. “Ok, good.”

“You’re not on speaker,” he chuckled as he answered your un-asked question, drawing an immediate groan from you.

“Hoseok.”

Laughing at you, you could picture the warm smile on his face. He’s lucky he’s adorable, you thought. “See you soon, Petal.”

“Ok, tell them hi for me. Or- I don’t know, I’ll see you soon,” you groaned once more.

“I love you,” he cooed through the phone’s speaker. You could have cringed at the affectionate words being tossed around so blatantly in front of your boyfriend’s parents, but instead you found yourself smiling softly as your heart pounded inside your chest in fond appreciation.

“Love you, too,” you smiled just before hanging up.

Less than five minutes. Fuck.

It was rare for you to care so much about what someone thought of you, and it wasn’t a feeling you were all too fond of. You liked being sure of yourself, not caring if someone found you to be cold or aloof. You knew who you were, you didn’t need anyone else’s opinion of you, and quite frankly, how someone else thought of you was none of your business. These people weren’t just anyone though. They were Hoseok’s parents, the people who raised him, who loved and supported him his whole life, the people you wanted desperately to accept you as family.

And they were minutes away from finally meeting you after over half a year of dating their son; the secret girlfriend. You were minutes away from their first impression of you dictating the trajectory of your relationship with them. All you wanted from this evening was for them to see you as worthy of their son’s love and affection.

Sighing to yourself, you looked over the supplies, ensuring each pottery wheel had buckets of water, sponges, ribs, wire cutters, aprons, and towels. You had already wedged the clay for them so there would be no air bubbles that destroyed their pieces. Everything was set up perfectly, but setting up pottery stations wouldn’t make you appear impressive to them.

When the sound of a car pulling up out front met your ears, your eyes immediately fell on the familiar vehicle. Fuck. Hoseok was the first out, looking over the top of the car to find you inside the building. He flashed you a stunning smile, the expression putting you at ease just slightly. You were doing this with Hoseok, he would be at your side all night, and with Hoseok next to you nothing could go too wrong. You knew that.

His parents stepped out of the car next, waiting patiently for their son to guide them inside the building. As the door opened, you hoped they wouldn’t be able to hear the pound of your heart against your ribcage.

“Hi Petal,” Hoseok greeted you instantly, flashing you that same comforting smile as he quickly stepped across the room. As soon as he stood in front of you, he wrapped an arm around your lower back and pressed his lips to your cheek in a sweet welcoming kiss. “You look beautiful,” he whispered to you before smirking teasingly. “And you’re great,” he jokingly told you, nearly making you roll your eyes before he stepped to your side, but keeping his hand on your lower back in a comforting gesture. You were so thankful for him in that moment, despite the teasing, that if you were alone you probably would have burst into tears or made love to him that very second. Maybe even both. Realization flooded your entire being as you understood what he was doing. With his greeting, your nerves settled immensely as you discovered he was leaving zero room for any judgment to touch you, simply because of his sincere and obvious love for you. Hoseok made it immediately clear to his parents that ultimately their opinion of you would not change the way he loved you. You both wanted them to like you, and that was very clear to you both, but it was beyond relieving to know that no matter what opinion of you his parents carried out with them at the end of the night, Hoseok’s love for you was unwavering. You were untouchable in Hoseok’s eyes.

“Hi,” you looked from Hoseok to his parents. “Hello,” you bowed politely.

“Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend,” Hoseok introduced you by name. “And Petal,” he turned to you, flashing you a soft smile. “These are my parents.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you told them, putting on your friendliest face, as you bowed once more.

The properness of the interaction was shattered almost instantly when his mother sighed dramatically. “Finally,” Hoseok’s mom sighed, marching toward you with a bright smile that resembled your boyfriend’s. “It’s so good to meet you,” she told you just before pulling you into a hug that stunned you, though you folded your arms around her back nonetheless. “Hoseok is foolish for not introducing us earlier,” she took a lighthearted shot at your boyfriend, though the glare she directed at him told you both she was a bit perturbed with having been kept from this portion of his life for so long.

“Ah, I made a mistake,” he defended, eliciting a soft giggle from you. Hoseok’s dad then made his way to you, closing your hand between both of his, shaking it gently and warmly.

“We have a pottery class at the school and I’ve always wanted to try,” he told you, looking around the studio. At the mention of a school, you were reminded that he was a high school teacher. With his warm presence, you were certain he was one of those teachers that made students excited to come to class, or at least not completely dread it.

“Oh, well I’m happy that you’re looking forward to this,” you replied with a smile.

So far, so good, you thought.

As you walked around like an instructor, helping Hoseok and his parents with centering the clay on the wheel, you finally felt somewhat settled into the evening. Your heart was no longer pounding as though it was trying to break free from your chest and abandon you in the stress of the night. Instead, you felt rather comfortable in the interaction, you and Hoseok’s family feeding off of each other’s energy fairly easily.

“Petal,” your boyfriend called for you as he struggled to center the clay. “Is this centered?” He asked as he failed to wrangle the wild piece of clay in front of him. Smiling in amusement at him, you shook your head.

“Absolutely not,” you told him, the man tossing his head back in laughter. “Your arms and shoulders shouldn’t wobble at all when it’s centered, your body should stay totally still.” He definitely knew this, as you had taken him on pottery dates in the past and have already taught all of this to him. It had been a while, though, so it was possible he had genuinely forgotten the learned skills. It was also entirely possible he was putting on a bit of an act to keep things light and fun.

“You might need to come show me. Ghost style,” he flirted, making you immediately shoot him a glare before stealing a glance at his parents, worried about the intimate movie reference he casually threw out for everyone to hear. They appeared amused at least.

“I haven’t seen that movie in years,” his mom commented, replying to his Ghost comment. “What particular scene are you referring to, Hoseok?” Oh? You thought as you realized she was fucking with him, fully intending to embarrass him into leaving you alone. You watched as your boyfriend’s face flooded with red as he shied away from his teasing of you. Go mom!

Chuckling at the way she put her son in his place, you nodded to the clay she had expertly centered on the wheel. “Sunshine, look at your mom, that’s what it looks like when the clay is centered.”

“Why are you so good at this?” Hoseok asked in shock as he stopped his wheel, looking over at his mom.

“Ok, so this is where you open the clay up,” you told her, making your way back to your own wheel. All three of them watched as you quickly and easily made sure your clay was centered so you could show the next steps. You had already thrown a bowl, basic and simple for you, but challenging to the beginner potter. Hoseok’s dad was the funniest of the bunch as he ooh’d and awe’d while you quickly created the bowl before setting them loose on their own wheels.

“Ok, so you want to make sure you have a good amount of water in your sponge so you can keep the clay pliable as you open it up,” you told them, dunking your sponge in the bucket of water and squeezing it onto the rotating clay. “And then you place your thumbs at the top, right in the middle here, and you start pushing them into the clay to create a hole,” you spoke as your hands exhibited the instructions you were giving. “You leave about an inch at the bottom and then start widening the opening by dragging your thumbs outward,” you continued your lesson. When you looked up, you found Hoseok’s mom’s eyes bouncing between your hands and her son’s face. Directing your gaze to your boyfriend, you noticed he was watching you in awe and appreciation, a soft smile on his face. The man had watched you create pot after pot, yet his amazement at how your hands worked with the clay never seemed to dissipate. In fact, he seemed to be fascinated with everything you did, your supposed impressiveness never being lost on him.

His mom seemed to be fond of how her son looked at you. And that fact only made you more comfortable in the situation as your heart grew just a bit bigger to accommodate your growing love for Hoseok and his family.

Hoseok’s mom was definitely the best potter of the three, having created three bowls already, another one in the process. His dad opted to make a cup, which was a bit bulky on the bottom but not bad for a first piece.

Hoseok had managed to make a bowl as well and was working on a mug, though he was already stressing about having to make a handle for it. You mentioned he’d need to score the pot when it dried a bit more so the handle would stick to it and his confused expression made it seem as though you had just asked him to do calculus in his head.

Standing beside your boyfriend as you helped him drag a wire cutter underneath his to-be mug, you couldn’t help but smile as his mom let out a small cheer after completing the final pull on her fourth bowl. Your eyes fell on Hoseok when you realized he was looking up at you. “You know, I’m a bit jealous of how many smiles my parents have earned from you tonight compared to the night I met you.” Glaring at him, he giggled. “Getting a smile from you was like a victory back then and here you are, flashing your pretty grins left and right.”

“Hoseok,” you complained through your shock and embarrassment. He was so unabashed when referencing details of your relationship. When you noticed both his parents staring at you in expectation of a story, you cleared your throat, but not without a light poke at the side of Hoseok’s abdomen as just a minimal piece of payback. “Uh, when we first met I don’t think I had ever met anyone so openly and sincerely bright before and I didn’t really know how to take it, so I was a bit standoffish with him.” Standoffish was a nice way to put it, considering you were outrightly perturbed with the man, but you were thankful Hoseok didn’t correct you.

“I took her by surprise,” your boyfriend gloated. “She made me work for her,” he shook his head fondly. “Took me ages to get her to give me a chance.”

“Ok, but you enjoyed teasing me so you weren’t exactly helping your case,” you smiled fondly at the memories. You actually found him to be arrogant and a bit phony the first few times you met the man, but you were glad he didn’t use those exact terms.

“Touché,” he responded giddily. You noticed the way his parents smiled at how you and Hoseok spoke to each other, finding your rapport cute. “I also won her over instantly when she finally did give me that chance.”

“I wouldn’t say instantly,” you teased, Hoseok’s dad chuckling warmly at your comment. He absolutely did win you over almost immediately, which your boyfriend knew as he flashed you a knowing grin.

“The best partners are always the ones who challenge you,” his dad noted, drawing your eyes to him as he went back to work on his pot.

The piece of wisdom stuck with you long after that night, because of the truth within them. Hoseok was constantly challenging you, convincing you to look within yourself, and encouraging you to pull the best of you out. It was one of the reasons you loved and appreciated him so much. The idea of being challenged by Hoseok for the rest of your days excited you, while bringing you an immense amount of comfort. You had known for a while that you wanted to be with Hoseok forever, but it was perhaps that moment that you realized just how badly you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, always challenging each other, while always giving each other a home.

Glancing at your boyfriend, you found him already looking at you with a smile, and you felt your heart pound and melt at once inside your chest. And when the man nudged your bicep with his nose, just before leaving a kiss to the bare skin on your arm, you found yourself smiling fondly, lifting your clay covered finger to swipe some of the substance on his cheek.

Hoseok giggled lightly before speaking. “My little challenge,” he teased, making you scoff as you rolled your eyes. And then, in a moment just between you both, he mouthed the words, I love you. And god, you were so lucky he did.

Smiling softly at him, you nodded, as if to tell him you knew. You felt it always. And you hoped he felt it from you as well. I love you, too, you mouthed back. You really truly did. With your entire being. And the smile he flashed at you told you that he knew that as well.

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 3 months

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To live. To die. And option Hoseok never had. For he only walked this Earth with a purpose given by fate. But when he met someone like him, for the first time he felt his heart beat. Even when you were to die by his kiss. A kiss of poison and bliss.

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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[ 3:23pm ]

“Oh my god! Look how many flavours they have!!” You said excitedly, walking up to the ice cream stand at the amusement park. Your boyfriend, Hoseok, trailed slightly behind you, taking pictures of the beautiful clear day.

“What flavour do you want?” You asked, grabbing his arm and pulling him up to look at the option. He smiled, looking over the flavours.

“Hmm.. mint choco chip?”

“You’re always the same~” You teased, “I’ll get raspberry choco chip.”

You two got your cones and walked to a table. “What do you want to do with the rest of the day?” You asked, licking your ice cream happily.

“I want to try to win you a teddy bear.” He giggled, holding your hand from across the table and intertwining your fingers.

“Awww, you’re gonna make me fall in love with you again.” You smiled widely, making his heart melt like the ice cream he was holding.

You suddenly laughed, and Hobi’s attention was drawn back to your face. “What is it?” He asked, smiling.

“You’re so cute.” You let out, leaning over the table, and wiping a bit of melted ice cream from beside his lip.

A blush spread over his cheeks, “Oh there was ice cream there- you should have told me?” His sentence was stuttered slightly from how flustered he had become and you giggled again.

Instead of sitting back down, you leaned closer to his face and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was addicting and you couldn’t help but smile through it. You pulled away eventually, looking at him with lovestruck eyes.

“Your ice cream tastes good.”

“Stop! You’ll make me blush again.” He said, pouting.

“And you’ll make me want to kiss you again.” You said simply, finishing off your ice cream. “Shall we go get that teddy bear now?” You suggested, holding out your hand.

Hoseok gladly stood up, giving you a bright smile and taking your hand in his. He swung it playfully back and forth while you walked, and he was rewarded with your laugh again.

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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years

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this is something that has been weighing heavy on my mind for like a week and i just gotta get it out of my head so i can move on with my life and onto other delusions so i just need to lay out rn which member is the type of bf to sit beside you or sit across from you when you go out to eat

a/n: as always this is based on nothing other than my astute observations, delusions, and vibes but also i know i’m right 😌

namjoon:

joon sits across from you

as soft and gentle vibes as this man gives off you’d think he’d be less of a liability than he is

you can’t completely avoid the splash zone when you’re still within a five foot radius but you’ll miss the brunt of it if there’s some sort of condiment mishap or knocked over beverage

besides my baby is an extrovert he likes to make connections and it’s easier to do that when he can look you in the eyes and read your body language, comprehending what you’re saying even when your mouth is stuffed full of rice

seokjin:

mr eat jin himself is definitely sitting across from you

like his appetite may not be as big as it once was but he is still a culinary arts connoisseur

he got to have space to spread out when he sit down to have a nice meal

besides he has a better view of you from across and can see how he can assist you better should you need your shrimps peeled or the like

yoongi:

he’s gonna sit beside you bc one thing about him is he tryna look everywhere but at you

like eye contact it just ain’t his strong suit he can’t maintain it

also he doesn’t care about societal norms like yeah you’re in a booth yeah one side is unoccupied no it doesn’t bother him

hoseok:

acrossssss!!!

half of the entertainment of going out to eat with hobi is sitting across from him

he’s literally the most animated person on earth and it’d be a crime to miss how his face twists and turns as he gorges down his food

also i’ve probably said it before nd i will say it again he very much gives one shake two straws and i really just imagine that happening from across the table okay that’s my story and i’m sticking to it

jimin:

first of all i’d just like to point out that the only thing i had to google in order to find this gif is ‘jimin vlive flirting’ no other context nd the worldwide web knew exactly what i was looking for

that being said he obviously sits across from you

he loves to flirt and loves to fluster even more and the main way to do that is through the eyes

loves to have his moments where he just stares at you while you’re talking and when you finally make eye contact with him that’s how he’s looking at you

that’s how he’ll continue to look at you until you break looking away heat dancing across your cheeks no matter how long you’ve been together

taehyung:

beside you 100%

like there’s infinitely more cute stuff he can do while sitting beside you than across from you

like putting his arm around your shoulders and sharing the menu

and dropping kisses on your forehead

and rubbing his thumb in circles on your thigh

and on a more mischievous note stealing bites of food off of your plate

all in all he just doesn’t like to be too far away from you if he doesn’t have to be

jungkook:

i don’t know if it’s proper to call him a switch in this situation but that’s the term that i’m using

like my brain went back and forth for days tryna figure out what this mans does and in the end i can equally see him sitting across from and beside you

bc on the one hand he definitely doesn’t see the point in not utilizing both sides of the table

and it’s easier to play footsie when he’s across from you; intermittently nudging his leg against yours before deciding to just trap it in his for the rest of the night bc you’re his anyway

but on the other hand he always marches to the beat of his own drum and he’ll allow his clingy side to tell him that the other side of the table is too far from you nd he needs y’all to be glued at the hip, that way you’re in perfect range for him to steal your food while he smacks in your ear talking bout how good the food is

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theaspen · 2 years

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pairing : Hoseok x you

genre: fluff, just a very short drabble

warnings: none except ugh high-school Jung hoseok 🥰🥰

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"You joined WHAT NOW??"

Hoseok, internally winced at Taehyung's loud voice of protest, but he kept a col mask on pretending to be into reading 'How to kill a Mockingbird'. In the middle of lunch with spaghetti sauce stained on his tee.

Taehyung groaned banging his head on the table while the rest of the boys looked at Hoseom like he had grown another eye.

Namjoon himself, who would usually encourage when one of the boys tried something new also looked dumbfounded.

"You're telling me. You joined the mathletes, the same club you called "A pity party for nerds".

"You see, I've taken a different path now. Maybe my constant attacks on education were simply an urge to- "

"Oh please, you rolled on to the ground sobbing when you bit into a raisin cookie instead of a chocolate the other day. "

This is the final straw for Hoseok apparently as he slams the bomb down harshly glaring at all of them, who look equally startled-except for taehyung who's face was smashed against a ham sandwich and if you looked really closely you could spot the tear stains on it.

"What is wrong with all you? Is it so bad that I want to turn my ways around? I expected all of you to encourage me?" He said whisper yelling at all of them except taehyung because he did promise the poor guy he would join the soccer club with him.

"So just to be clear this new sudden change of lifestyle has nothing to do with the girl who you thought was super cute and how you just can't shut up about just happens to be the captain of said mathletes?"

"W-what! no! God, how much convincing does it take you guys to believe that I genuinely wanna do better?"

Right at that moment you pop in and spot Hoseok who immediately notices your presence. You smile sweetly at him and wave , your glasses slipping down a bit.

Hoseok of course waves back-a bit over enthusiastically knocking over a glass of juice right into Taehyung's face who still hasn't gotten up.

the other guys snicker loudly, "Oh yeah, really for your grades huh?"

"Oh shut up. "

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Sam, I miss your writing somuch! Will you write somth sweet soon?

Hello sweet anon <3. I know you requested this a few days ago and I was waiting till inspiration struck.

Last night, my wonderful friend @youmyjhope told me that it had been six months since we became friends, and it began with the first piece of smut I wrote for BTS, (which I still think is a pretty solid piece of writing, find it here.) So here's a little something to honour our six months of a roller coaster, where we defos went through a lot individually, but managed to be there for each other in our little corner of peace. Ily sweets <33

I'm your Hope ~ JHS

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Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Hosoek x fem!reader.

Word count: 833 words (teeny tiny)

Waking up from sleep hadn’t been really enjoyable for you in the past few months. You had always woken up to an empty bed, and despite the fact that you had tried not to think too much about it, you had felt the cold absence of your fiancé beside you. But he’d been back for a couple of days, and the joy of mornings was back.

Honestly, it felt like the sunshine had come back into your life. And it wasn’t wrong. Because your sunshine had returned to you. Turning around to face him in the dim light, you admired the rise and fall of his strong chest. He was a dancer, so his body had always been toned and beautiful, but since he’d been on tour, his shoulders were wider, his chest more muscular, his abs more defined. His face remained the pristine example of adorableness, though. His cheeks puffy and his lips swollen as they always were when he slept. A wave of warmth and love washed over you, as you craned your neck to press fond little kisses along his chest, up to his beautiful collar bones, to his neck, along his sharp jaw and his puffy cheeks.

Smiling, you lay and admired him for a moment longer before wrapping your arms around his sleeping form and nuzzling your nose into his neck, taking in his scent, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the calm sounds of his exhales matching the rhythms of your heartbeat, pressing soft kisses, alternating into soft bites into his supple skin. As expected, you earned a groan from his throat. With a smug grin, you stopped and pulled away, pretending to close your eyes.

Hobi was quiet for a minute, unmoving. Then he groaned again and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you,

“Why’d you stop?” he grumbled in your ear.

His gruff voice sent goosebumps down your spine and heat pooling to your core. All day, he’d be loud and playful, his voice high pitched, his actions holding child-like joy, but in the early moments of the morning, when he’d just woken up, he’d sound totally different. And the privilege to hear that voice, was yours and yours only.

You shrugged softly.

“Do it again.” The gravel in his voice was driving you mad. You turned around to look at his perfect face.

Cupping his cheeks, you advanced your hands into his hair, pulling him closer again, as you assaulted his face with sweet kisses, giving every part attention except his lips, something he was quick to catch upon, as you noticed he had a heart-shaped pout ready for you when you opened your eyes again.

You giggled and booped his nose, letting him have a chaste peck on the lips.

“Baaabe,” he whined.

Chuckling softly, you pressed your lips against his properly, letting him take charge of the morning kiss he wanted so bad.

Pulling back after what seemed to be an eternity, a radiant smile on his face, he beamed at you. “Happy birthday, my Hope.” You whispered into his ear.

“That, I am.” He said, tiredly. He was still massively jetlagged as he had been in so many time zones, and was still adjusting to a proper schedule.

“Say it.” You asked, with wide, pleading eyes.

He laughed, his shoulders and chest moving delightfully with the mirth.

“My little baby.” He petted your head, fondly.

“Hobiiii, say it please. You know I love to hear you say it.” You pestered him again.

Hobi sat up then, pulling you up with him as he pulled you closer, cupping your face, his favorite face in the whole world, in his skilled hands.

“I’m your hope,” he kissed your left cheek, “You’re my hope,” a kiss to your right cheek, “I’m J-Hope” he whispered seductively in your ear.

You shuddered in his hold. That had certainly been unexpected. You wriggled in his arms, pushing him away softly and made to get up from the bed.

Successfully pulling away, you looked back at him. “Where are you going?” he had his weapons out. And by his weapons, I mean a deadly pout and the softest, most innocent puppy eyes you’d ever seen on a man.

“To cook you a birthday breakfast.” You told him, but his expression didn’t change. Infact, he raised his arms to you, like a lost little kid. You could clearly see through his pretense, despite it being so well designed, right to what he really wanted. But you could never say no to those eyes. The sharp contrast of his puffy cheeks and child-like expression and god-like body shining in the morning light, was enough to make your resolve crumble, as you extended your hand back to him saying, “I guess that can wait.”

Immediately tugging you with all his strength, catching you on the soft pillows, he hovered over you, all innocence drained, eyes dark and lidded, “Good, because I’d much rather just have you.”

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