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Sunshine (A Scions Story) | JHS

✼Scions Masterlist✼

Pairing: JHS x Fem!Reader; Fem!Reader Sister + Kim Brothers

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Friends to lovers; idiots to lovers; Sibling’s best friend; KimSiblings!AU; drama; some humor angst; smut; fluff

Warnings: ANGST!!!; DRAMA!!!; sibling bickering; small-town setting; overprotective/overbearing older sibling; lots of crying; vulnerable confessions; cussing; pining; unrequited love; emotional outbursts; oral (mutual); fingering; dirty-talk; breast/nipple play; unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; ANGST (yep, as if the first mention of it wasn’t enough of a warning)

Word count: 15,280 words

Summary: A look back at how things between you and Hoseok came to be.

A/N: This is a companion chapter to Scions. You could read the published chapters for context but I think that this story can stand alone. I’ve hinted at this relationship a bunch and thought that rather than inserting a bunch of long-ass flashbacks in my main chapters, I would just write a one-off for these two. And I have to say, I was in love with this story so much that I decided to sprinkle in some of my favorite “sibling’s best friend” scenes from popular movies and TV shows. I hope you’ll enjoy those!

AN/2: A bunch of huge time jumps occur throughout this chapter so hopefully it’s not too jarring. I tried to add dividers where applicable. And lastly, thank you to my loves, @internetjunkdrawer and @deepseavibez for getting through this monster chapter and being so encouraging and sharing my enthusiasm for this story! ILY!

Whenever your mom was on break from filming, she would be up early to make you all breakfast, pack your lunches, and drop you all off at school.

One particular day was special. Not only were you expecting your results from the grade acceleration aptitude test that you took to determine whether you can jump from the 2nd grade into the 3rd grade classes with Namjoon; but it was also picture day.

She excitedly put your hair up in a pair of braids, tying little red bows at the ends. You felt really pretty that day.

Taehyung waved goodbye to you and Namjoon before turning to Hoseok, who was already there when you arrived with your siblings. You normally carpooled with him and his mom.

“Buh-bye, Hobi-hyung!” He had trouble saying ‘Hoseokie-hyung’ when he was smaller so ‘Hobi’ was the next best thing. It just stuck.

Jin took your little brother’s hand and walked him to his Kindergarten classroom.

The three of you remained right outside the second and third grade classrooms, waiting for the bell to ring.

Hobi waved ‘hi’ to Namjoon, then he turned to greet you.

“Nice hair,” he remarked.

Before you could answer, Namjoon interjects with a frown. “Ugh. My mom put hair gel on it then brushed it back this morning. I hate it,” he mumbled while scratching his head.

Hobi chewed at his bottom lip and cringed, his eyes shifting from Namjoon to you.

You giggled at your brother. “I think he meant me, dummy!”

“Oh,” Namjoon says, affronted.

“Your hair looks like that character in that book–Little Miss Sunshine!” Hobi smiled.

Namjoon snickered at that. He thought of a big, round ball with braids and tiny hands covering its big mouth.

You felt insecure for a second–wondering if Hobi meant it as a backhanded compliment or–

“I think you look pretty.” Hobi immediately says with a sincere smile, making Namjoon shut up.

Your cheeks flushed, making you shyly fidget with the ends of one of your braids. “T-thanks, Hobi.”

Namjoon’s face soured. “Eeew, do you like her or something?”

Hobi’s eyes widened in a panic, but before he could answer, the bell rang, much to his relief. He and Namjoon walk towards their classroom while you walk across the hall into yours. Before you walk in, you look back and find him giving you a shy smile before he disappears inside.

Hobi steps out of Namjoon’s room for a bathroom break while his friend organizes his Pokémon cards in his binder. Heading down the hallway, he pauses when he catches sight of you as he passes the window–your little spot on the roof.

He walks towards the window, sticks his head out and calls out to you. “Hey, sunshine!”

“Hey, Hobi.” You turned around and greeted him, the sound of him saying his pet-name for you made your heart swell.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks, wearing that same shy smile from years ago.

You chuckle at him. “Nothing. Just…looking up at the stars.”

He laughs. “The stars, huh?”

“Yeah.”

He hums then leans on the window sill. “Need some company?”

Deep down, you’d love for him to sit next to you. You weren’t exactly sure what it was but you always felt safe around Hobi. And… as if you didn’t have more than enough of them, he was like a brother to you.

“Aren’t you and Joon supposed to be playing Xbox or sorting out your Pokémon cards?”

He gives you a half-smile then shrugs. “He’s a little preoccupied with the handbook–trying to organize his cards and figuring out which ones he still needs…which means that I don’t think he’s noticed that I’ve left the room,” he laughs. “I can spend a few minutes with you, though. I mean, if you want?”

“Are you sure?” You knew that he had a fear of heights–you found that out when your family took him to the amusement park recently. It was on one of your vacations while your mom was back in town. With that in mind, you found it strange that he would offer to sit next to you–on the roof.

“Yeah. I-it’s fine,” he tries to sound casual.

“Alright then. Be my guest!” You relented.

He carefully climbs out of the window sill and steps onto the roof tiles. You feel the surface shake a little and his breathing turns a bit uneven after he settles next to you.

You kept your eyes straight up on the night sky, affording him some privacy as he gathered himself, but you were still hyper-aware of his presence. He takes a few deep, shaky breaths to calm himself.

You turned your head to him and smiled. “Are you okay?” You were concerned about him passing out from fear.

He grinned uncomfortably. “Of course,” he says almost immediately. Desperate for a distraction, he cleared his throat. “So…do you do this often?”

“Sometimes,” you say with a hint of nonchalance. Honestly, you did this a lot. Being a teenager had its ups and downs. Having a moment on the rooftop brought some things back into perspective for you.

“I heard your mom’s show got picked up for a full season?”

You nodded wistfully. “Yeah, it’s good. Hopefully that would make her filming schedules more predictable than a movie.”

“That’s cool. Maybe she’ll be home more?”

“I hope so...unless her agent books another project for her,” you sighed heavily, hugging your knees to your chest. “I miss her a lot.”

“I’m sure you do,” he says sympathetically.

You really did miss her…more than usual.

“Yah! There you are! I thought you got lost on the way to the bathroom or something,” Namjoon says.

“Oh…I thought YN could use some company.”

“Oof, better watch yourself, Hobi. You don’t want to make Austin Cheng jealous,” he teases you.

When your mom called yesterday, you dragged the phone all the way back into your room after she spoke to your brothers. You warned them not to pick up the extension.

Once you had a private moment, you told her about a boy you’d been crushing on at school. When she asked who it was, you stopped short because you heard a crackling sound on the other end–a sign that someone–most likely Taehyung–picked up the extension to listen in, so you had to think fast.

Austin wasn’t bad. He was nice; one of those ‘math-letes.’ While most people would think that translates to ‘giant nerd’ it actually meant that he not only excelled in academics but he was an amazing athlete as well.

“Austin Cheng?” Hobi repeats while he eyed you curiously.

“Yeah! It’s why she’s been acting all weird since we got back from our vacation!” Namjoon adds.

But Austin wasn’t really the reason you were acting all stupid…it was just the first name you blurted out while on the phone with your mom. And sure, you thought he was cute and he and Namjoon were also good friends, but you didn’t like him-like him.

“Don’t worry, sis. Austin and I are cool. Although…his personality is a little dry,” he adds flatly. “Anyway, we’ll make sure that he doesn’t try anything crazy on you. Won’t we, Hobi?” He looks to his best friend for support.

“Uh…I…I guess?” Hobi answers slowly, still looking confused.

“Cool! Now that we have that settled, I’ve got the game all set up! You ready?” Namjoon asks Hobi.

“Y-yeah, sure,” he says to Namjoon before turning his attention back to you. “Are you gonna be okay out here?”

“I’ll be fine, Hobi. Have a good night,” you say to him as he steps back into the house. He gives you one final look, his expression was unreadable.

“Good night, YN.”

******

The truth was, since returning from that amusement park trip, you started to look at Hobi… differently. Before that, you have never spent that much time with him…alone.

While your brothers thoroughly enjoyed themselves going on marathon rides, you could tell that Hobi went gray every time he watched them zoom by while he waited in line.

You didn’t call him out but told your brothers you’d sit out the rest of the big rides, pretending to get a headache from all the whiplash. In reality, you felt bad that he had to put on a brave face for Namjoon when all he really wanted were his feet firmly planted on solid ground.

Hobi, seizing the opportunity to skip the rest of the rollercoasters, said that he didn’t want you wandering around the park by yourself so he volunteered to hang out with you.

It turned out to be one of the best days ever. You ate churros, beignets, then went on an astro-blaster adventure, and rode the same teacup ride over and over.

It was so amazing that you decided to fake a neck injury the following day so you could do all of the same things with him again. You stood in line for all of the ‘gentler’ rides, talking and laughing about the most random things. You shared more overpriced snacks together while you strolled around the park. Then when night fell, you stood elbow-to-elbow with him while you watched the fireworks and fountain shows right before closing time.

Something had shifted then because you started to feel awkward around him when you got back. Whether it was at his house or when you carpooled; or when he approached you during lunch–which was something he did on a regular basis–your heart rate picked up and your cheeks would feel flushed.

It felt like torture! The thought of describing it that way sounded dramatic, but as a teen, most things and feelings were described in superlatives.

When Namjoon noticed, you tried to play it cool and dismissed it as typical girl-stuff, which made him back off immediately. You didn’t want to make a big fuss over it. This was Jung Hoseok, for crying out loud! Your next door neighbor whom you’ve known since you were in preschool. The same Hobi you went on family vacations with and would sleep over on a regular basis especially after hours of gaming and watching sci-fi movies.

More importantly, he was also your brother’s best friend!

Your ‘weird’ feelings didn’t seem to affect him. He would still hang out at your house and often sleep over during the weekend. At that point, seeing his face became too much for you that you began to hide in your room to avoid any uncomfortable run-ins when he was at your house.

Once, you made your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth, unaware that it was occupied since the door was cracked open. And then you saw him.

You mumbled some form of apology trying to back away while saying you’d wait until he was done brushing his teeth. You forgot that he and Namjoon were pulling an all-nighter. But instead of letting you leave, he stopped you and mentioned that he could always make room for you by the sink. He also said that it was better for the planet if you just brushed your teeth together.

“You know, I hold my breath for 10 seconds every day to help decrease carbon emissions.”

His comment made you snort and diffused the tension considerably. But because he said it so earnestly, you relented, in an effort to keep things ‘normal’ between you two.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that being trapped in a small space with him was a huge mistake. Every time you glanced up at the mirror, you’d catch him staring at your reflection before he immediately averted his eyes, pretending not to look.

You both carried on like this for what felt like hours…even though it had only been about a minute. You rushed through flossing and blindly dabbed your mouth with a towel so you could scurry back to your room.

But he tugs at your wrist. “Hang on, you missed a spot,” he points out. Before you could figure out what he was talking about, his thumb gently swipes at some leftover toothpaste from the corner of your mouth.

Nervously, you murmured something unintelligible and made a hasty exit to run back into your bedroom, leaving him utterly confused.

******

Somehow this “fake-crush” reveal has thrown off Namjoon’s curiosity, much to your relief. He’s always been persistent

Weeks later, it was Homecoming at school and you wanted to make an effort to get dolled up and look a bit different.

Okay, maybe not exactly different, but more like–a better version of yourself?

“YN! Hurry up!” Namjoon bellows from the bottom of the stairs.

“Geez, okay. I’m coming!” You growled from your room.

Namjoon has been extra “big brother-y” since Jin had gone away to college. He had taken it upon himself to keep you and Taehyung in line.

“Girl, quit fussing!” Naya says as she swats your hand away from your hair, tucking one final bobby pin into your head and smoothing wayward strands with the tip of a rattail comb.

You groan at yourself but give her a grateful, appreciative look. You desperately needed help with your hair tonight and Naya has been offering to give you a mini-makeover for years! She let out a deafening squeal of elation when you finally asked her.

Naya steps back and gives you a once-over. “You look amazing! I really outdid myself!”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. But you had to admit, you looked better than usual. You wouldn’t have been able to manage this on your own. Naya even helped you pick out the perfect dress and shoes, which your mom happily sent money for.

You stood up and looked at yourself in front of your full-length mirror.

It was a floral print, knee-length, spaghetti-strap dress with a tasteful V-neckline. Cute, by your standards. More importantly, you didn’t look like you were trying too hard.

“You look so much like your mom!” She cocked her head to the side and smiled at your reflection dreamily.

Naya would never blow smoke up your ass. She was a great friend.

“Thank you,” you smiled back at her before you distantly heard Namjoon yelling your name again. “Now let’s go before Namjoon’s face melts off.”

You carefully take steps down the stairs in your chunky-heeled booties–which were a sensible two-and-a-half inches high cute but still comfy, as Naya pointed out at the store.

As soon as you reach the bottom of the steps, Hobi coincidentally walks out of the kitchen and into the foyer to grab his car keys by the doorway.

“Hi!” you beamed at him.

At the sound of your voice his head turns in your direction. His mouth falls slightly open at the sight of you. He blinked a few times and stuttered. “Uh…H-hi. W-wow…”

Just then, Taehyung and Jimin walk out from the living room and stop by the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh, you look pretty, noona,” Jimin remarked with a smile, which made Taehyung’s head whip around at his friend. “Bro, calm down! She’s my sister!”

“I didn’t think there was anything wrong with what I said,” Jimin counters. His eyes drift to Hobi, who looks to be stunned, still staring at you. He nudges Taehyung gently and jerks his chin towards Hobi’s direction.

Taehyung stifles a grin. “Hyungie, are you okay?” he asks with a soft chuckle.

Hobi snaps out of it, his eyes wide and flicking back and forth between you and Jimin and Taehyung. “Uh…s-sorry,” he stammered before shifting his attention back to you. “Uhm, y-you look…”

You nervously anticipate his remark until…

“Holy hell! What took you so long?” Namjoon grumbled as he came from the kitchen, with his eyes wide at you.

“Just wanted to look cute!” You snarked while Naya giggled behind you.

“For whom?” He countered.

You shrugged your shoulders, playing innocent, knowing that you’d already achieved the effect that you were going for.

“I think Austin’s definitely going to want to hang out with you tonight,” Naya teases.

After your little white lie about Austin, you decided to strike up a conversation with him to keep the ruse going. As it turns out, his personality wasn’t as ‘dry’ as Namjoon made it out to be. You’ve been talking to him since. And though it wasn’t anything serious, there was still a lot of heavy flirting there–which irked Namjoon.

“Don’t!” Namjoon barked at Naya.

You and Naya scoffed then rolled your eyes at him.

“Why can’t I just look cute for myself? I don’t always have to do things just so a boy can notice me.” Your eyes briefly shift to Hobi, who was still staring at you, before looking back at your brother.

“Hm. Good point,” Namjoon purses his lips. “And for the record, you look beautiful, sis...with or without all that stuff on your face.”

You smiled warmly at your brother. “Thank you, oppa.”

“Agreed,” Jimin adds. “Don’t you think noona looks pretty, Hobi-hyung?” He waggled his eyebrows at him.

“Oh! Uhm…y-yeah...she does,” Hobi says quietly.

Jimin and Taehyung chuckle to themselves.

Namjoon decides to remind everyone of the time. “Alright, alright! We really have to get going. Tae–are you good riding with Jiminie?”

“Yes, hyung.”

“Okay, good. I called dad to let him know we’ll probably be home late. He just told us to have fun and stay safe.”

“It’s a good tip,” Naya comments, winking at you, making you giggle.

Namjoon eyes you and Naya suspiciously. “Just for good measure, we’ll keep an eye on Austin. Right, Hobi?”

Hobi cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, yeah. F-for sure,” he stuttered.

“Sheesh, calm down, guys. It’s just high school dating,” Naya says in exasperation. “Quit overreacting.“

Taehyung and Jimin look at Hobi, who was uncomfortably rubbing the back of his neck, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Anyway! Ready to go, Hobi?” Namjoon turns to Hobi

“Right…we should go,” Hobi answers hurriedly and proceeds to walk out the door, clutching his keys while the rest of you follow. Namjoon switches the porchlight on before locking the front door.

******

“Uggghhh,” Namjoon turned away growling after seeing you and Austin giggling and whispering into each other’s ears from a distance.

“She’s doing that on purpose because she knows I’m here and I can see them. C’mon, Hobi, switch spots with me!” Namjoon tries to pull Hobi to where he was standing so he wouldn’t have to have a clear line of sight to you and Austin.

Hobi pushes him off and stays in place. “Hell no, man! What makes you think that I want to see that?”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed. “What? It’s not like she’s your sister.”

Hobi scrambles for a valid excuse. “I know that! I–I’m just saying…I don’t want–”

Namjoon interjects. “What do you think Austin sees in her?”

“You’re asking me?” Hobi asks incredulously.

“Yeah.”

Hobi chuckles nervously. “I mean…I don’t know. The better question is, what does she see in him?”

“Well…” Namjoon begins, “He’s smart, plays three sports competitively, speaks four languages, and pretty much has a clear path to any ivy league school in the country. What’s not to like?”

Hobi scoffed in annoyance. “Sounds like you might be interested in him, too?”

Namjoon laughed. “I’m simply stating facts. Logic allows me to look past extraneous details.”

“You just called him a ‘cocky bastard’ the other day,” Hobi deadpanned.

“That’s because I was having a rough morning with college applications and student council stuff...” Then he cleared his throat. “Besides, he had his hands all over my sister during lunch! Hating on the guy she sucks face with is pretty much a natural reaction.”

“I guess that’s valid.” Hobi slowly mumbles as he sips on some punch, wishing that Jimin had gone through with his plan to spike it with alcohol–before Namjoon stopped him.

“But seriously, though. What do you think he sees in her?” Namjoon decides to reiterate his question directly at Hobi.

Hobi sighs uncomfortably, finally turning around to see you and Austin laughing about something.

Then he takes a good look at you, warmth blooming within his chest. “She’s nice. Smart. She’s got a wicked sense of humor. And she’s pretty.”

Namjoon latches onto those last words. “Pretty?” he repeated.

Hobi paused to clear his throat, suddenly remembering who he was talking to. “Y-yeah. You know, she’s not bad looking.”

“Not bad looking?” Namjoon echoed with a slight chuckle.

“What can I say? Your family has good genes,” Hobi says scrambled. “She’s got nice skin!”

“Skin?” Namjoon echoed. “You think Austin is dating my sister because she has ‘nice skin’?”

Hobi realizes that he’s dug himself into a hole that he can’t get out of. He turns to face the opposite way and internally panics. “I-I’m just saying, you know, it could be a contributing factor.”

“Huh.” Namjoon cocked his head sideways. “Do you think YN has nice skin?”

“I mean…” Hobi let out a nervous laugh, “You say it as if I think about it a lot–which–I do not, for the record,” he says defensively.

Namjoon laughs out loud and smacks his friend’s back. “Chill out, dude! We’re just talking here.”

“I know that,” Hobi grimaces. “I’m totally cool!” He turns around again to see you wrapped in Austin’s arms.

******

Hobi walks out of his class with his algebra tutor, Dara, hot on his heels.

“Hoseokie!”

He turns around as she catches up to him. “What’s up?”

Dara had been extra friendly in the last few weeks. She felt all giddy when he asked if she could help him out some days after school with algebra.

“Was there something that we forgot to cover earlier?”

She was sweet, but he wasn’t really interested in her in that way.

“Oh no, it’s not that,” she says shyly. “I was wondering if we could hang out…uhm…” He barely registers what she says because his eyes focus at the end of the hallway where you and Austin were talking. He could see that you were upset. You were gesturing aimlessly with your hands while Austin stood there, mumbling something that made you shut your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose.

Moments later, he sees Austin exhale, shake his head briefly before walking away from you.

“Hoseok?” Dara murmured, trying to get his attention back.

“Uh, Dara–c-can you hold that thought? I just need to check on somebody…” he trailed off before making a beeline for you.

“Hey, YN–are you okay?”

You look up to find Hobi standing in front of you in a protective stance. “I’m-I’m good.” You mustered a smile, sniffled, and wiped tears away.

“You don’t look like it.”

Your lower lip quivers, as you try your best not to completely break down in front of him.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked softly.

“C-can you please take me home?” You whispered.

“Of course. I’ll text Namjoon. I’ll let him know that I can circle back to pick him and Taehyungie up later.”

Shit. You forgot about Namjoon. “No, Hobi…that’s okay. I’ll uhm…I’ll ask Naya to–”

“Hey–it’s fine. I’ll take you home. Don’t think anything of it!”

******

You whimpered quietly on the ride home. Hobi didn’t force you to talk about it, and frankly, you didn’t want to hash it all out–especially with him.

Austin’s been insanely busy with his college applications and campus tours. He’s also been in an intensive training program for his violin lessons as he was planning to double-major in music and engineering.

He didn’t have much of a choice since his parents wanted him to attend the best university in the country. It wasn’t like he had to try that hard…but it was still putting a strain in your relationship. It was fun for the first couple weeks until his schedule was packed and you saw less of each other.

Even though you didn’t tell Hobi that, Namjoon had mentioned it to him in passing since he noticed that you weren’t on the phone with Austin as much in recent days. Your sour mood was also a good indicator.

You vaguely hear Hobi angrily muttering under his breath.

“You know what? If I was him, I would have made time for you. In fact, I would always make time for you. If I was him, I’d be like—screw violin classes, I’d rather go see that new Marvel movie with my girlfriend!”

You sniffled, holding your tongue while you listened to him ramble on until he pulled up in front of your house.

“There’s so much more to life than trying to get into a top university. I mean…shit, we’re in high school! If I was him, I’d be enjoying whatever’s left of my childhood. Maybe fall in love with the girl next door or…” he stops short.

Latching onto his last words, you turn your head to him.

His eyes widened and he immediately switched tact. “I’m just saying that, if I were in his place—“

Exasperated and tired, you snapped. “You know, if you wanted to be in his place, then you should have just done that to begin with!”

His brows furrowed in shock. “YN…wh…I-I…” he stumbles on his words.

You cut him off. “A girl can only wait for so long, Jung Hoseok!” You nearly take the car door off its hinges, practically kicking it open then slamming it shut as hard as you could before storming off into your house.

Utterly dumbfounded, Hobi stares wide-eyed at the empty walkway to your front door, wondering what the hell all that was about.

This was the first time you ever lashed out on him. You always got along well and never bickered like you did with your brothers. He wasn’t exactly sure of what he did to be on the receiving end of your ire but he knew that he couldn’t settle until he made things right with you.

******

Hobi walks out of his house to take out the trash when he sees you sitting on the rooftop while you read a book.

He walked across the street and stopped right below where you sat and called out to you.

“Hey. Can we talk?”

You lower your book and look down towards where he stood. “What for?”

“I…I just wanted to…fix whatever I messed up today. It’s been bugging me all afternoon.”

You let out a huff.

“Are you mad at me?” He wondered out loud.

You sighed heavily. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” you say dismissively before raising the book to your eyes again–trying to hide the embarrassment in your face.

He scoffed. “C’mon, YN. We’ve never fought like that. Or…” he stopped to think, “I don’t know. Was it a fight? I’m not really sure.”

“It’s okay, Hobi. We’re fine! Just forget what I said!” You say evenly, still hiding your face.

He didn’t answer after a few beats of silence, you hoped he would just go back inside his house and forget you ever sort-of confessed that you liked him.

Next thing you knew, you heard a rustling by the side of your house–it was Hobi climbing up to the roof using the trellis and drain pipe.

“Oh my god! What do you think you’re doing?” You gasped, scared the pipe might break off and he’d fall and seriously injure himself.

“We’re going to talk, if it’s the last thing I do!” He heaves himself up on the roof, almost forgetting about his acro- and basophobia.

“Hobi, there’s nothing to talk about–”

“Why did you say what you said to me earlier?” He asks calmly while he sits next to you.

You play dumb. “Say what?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” he says firmly, keeping his eyes on you.

You look away from him, feeling flustered. “It was nothing. I was just pissed at Austin, that’s all.”

“If it’s nothing, then why can’t you look at me when you say it.”

“I just…” you sighed in frustration before turning your attention back to him. ”I–”

His face was close to yours–too close. It made your pulse race. Your mouth went dry and breathing was ragged.

“You just–what?”

You tried to form words in your brain but they just wouldn’t come out. All your sass out the window. But you hang onto your last shred of self-preservation. You scoffed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing, Hobi. It’s stupid. Can we just drop it? I’m sorry I flipped out on you,” you mumbled, while your head hung low.

He groans, running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. He bends his knees and rests his elbows on them.

“Want to hear something stupid?”

You turned your head to regard him quietly.

“When you said that you liked Austin…I…” He chuckles, “My first thought was: this is someone who deserves to be with YN. He’s athletic, ivy league-bound, his parents are rich…I can totally see the appeal.”

You stared at him while he kept his head down, picking at some roof tile whose edge was sticking out a bit.

“Then I thought…” He sighed, “There’s no way I’d ever be able to stand up to that.”

You gasped softly. Did you hear him right?

He peered up carefully at you. “I’m just the kid next door,” he shrugged.

You both silently stared at each other.

“Hobi…”

“Funny how things shift after you’ve been rescued from crazy-ass amusement park rides,” he said quietly.

Your eyebrows knitted, then seconds later, your mouth falls open at his confession.

He scoffed and smiled at you. “I did say you were going to hear something stupid, right?”

“W-why didn’t you say anything?”

“I just didn’t want to be the brother’s weirdo best friend trying to sabotage his sister’s relationship,” he uttered.

His eyes turned downcast. “I mean…what did I have to offer anyway?” He continued, ignoring your question. “We’ve known each other for…ages! We grew up together. You’ve seen snot dripping out of my nose and watched me do pretty stupid shit,” he laughed wryly.

“Everything about me just screams perpetual friend-zone.” He then looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours again. It made your heart crumble that you both had felt the same way about each other the whole time and were both afraid to tell the other how they felt.

You chewed at your bottom lip before speaking. “Hobi, I love that we’re great friends and the fact that we grew up together…it means I know you inside-out. I know that you’re loyal and trustworthy. And…” You sighed, trying to calm your heart beating out of your ears. “I wish that I hadn’t been an idiot and just told you that I liked you, too.”

He chuckled. “Don’t mess with me! I’m already freaking out at how high up we are and that I could slide off your roof any second!”

You laughed. “I’m not! I…thought it was just some stupid crush at first and that I’d get over it but…I really like you. I just had no idea if you felt…the same.”

“Guess we’re both idiots, huh,” he says outright with a grin.

You laughed together.

Once he calms down, he reaches up to touch your cheek. The small gesture sends a warm feeling coursing through your chest. “I hate that he made you cry.”

You scoffed, shaking your head, eyes flicking downward.

But he tilts your chin up so you could meet his eyes. “That won’t happen under my watch,” he says earnestly.

You stared at each other for what felt like ages. You’d known each other for so long; seen each other in their worst, ugliest, most embarrassing moments that you would relentlessly tease each other about. And yet, at this point in time, you both found those to be the most endearing thing; realizing that there wasn’t anything that neither of you could hide from each other. There was nobody around here that needed to be impressed.

“Are you going to kiss me now, Hoseok?” You ask impatiently.

He narrowed his eyes, feigning annoyance all while trying to stifle a smile. “Can you not mess up my game right now?”

You rolled your eyes and groaned at him. “Who’s playing games? Just shut up and ki–”

And he sure did.

Although this was the first time you had kissed him, it felt oddly familiar. It was as if your lips were perfectly molded to his; as if you’d always been meant to kiss them. Your belly fluttered and your heartbeat thrummed in near-perfect synchronicity to his.

You both smile as you pull away from each other.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he says quietly.

You chuckled softly. “Better late than never, right?” He laughs in response. “Aw, man…Namjoonie should find this interesting,” he muses.

You inhale sharply at the mention of your brother’s name. “A-actually…can we not tell Joon first?”

“Huh?”

“I mean…he’s already kind of pissed at Austin and told me that he basically ripped him a new one before leaving school. And he said something about keeping a really close eye on the next guy who tries to get with me,” you grimaced. “I just thought, to be on the safe side…maybe we should wait a bit.”

He cocked an eyebrow at that. After you stormed off this afternoon, Hoseok drove back to school to drive Namjoon and Taehyung home. He didn’t really talk about Austin but he looked visibly irate.

“How long do you think we should wait?” He asks with apprehension.

“A few days maybe? He’s also stressed about student council stuff. I just want to wait until that calms down a bit.”

He’s tentative about it at first since he and Namjoon practically talked about everything. But he thought back to lunchtime when his friend was angrily ranting about one of the student council members for slacking on the job.

“You know what? You’re right. Let’s wait a few days and let’s gauge his mood and we can tell him together?” He suggested.

“Good idea!” You concurred, making him smile again.

“Would it be weird if I kissed you again?”

You giggled. “No, because I was going to ask you the same thing.”

You both laughed then his face softened. He cupped your face and slowly closed in to press another kiss on your lips.

******

You and Hobi tried to be slick about it but your dad knew that something was up. He caught Hobi climbing down from your window one night as he was coming back from the restaurant.

You thought that your dad had turned in for the night when you gave Hobi the all-clear to come hang out. But he suddenly received a security alert on his phone so he had to drive back to the restaurant to make sure that nobody had broken in.

“It’s amazing what a couple days in an amusement park can do,” he commented the next day, while sipping on his coffee.

He wasn’t mad. In fact, he encouraged Hobi to exit the front door next time. You guiltily confessed that you hadn’t told Namjoon yet and since his room was right across from yours, the window guaranteed your secret.

“Princess–give the poor kid a break. He’s terrified of falling!”

“I know that but…I think he’s more afraid of Namjoon finding out?” You countered.

Sighing, your dad offered to prop up his ladder by the side of the house so Hobi wouldn’t have to keep hanging onto the rain gutter for support.

Taehyung, on the other hand, caught both of you stealing kisses in the kitchen during a random movie night with Namjoon.

“Oh, chill out! I saw you guys kiss on the rooftop that night,” Taehyung said nonchalantly while he sipped on his orange soda. Being the youngest had its advantages.

“I think it’s great!” He quipped. Aside from getting away with a few things, he sometimes slipped in and out of the room unnoticed.

“I wouldn’t wait too long to tell Namjoonie-hyung, though,” he remarked ominously before walking away. “He might get upset.”

******

Another day, another morning with Hobi sneaking out of your house. Namjoon went out for an early bike ride that day so Hobi was able to walk out of the front door.

He steps out but turns back around while you hold onto the door jamb. “I’ll call you later?” He whispers.

“Okay,” you smiled dreamily before he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips. Before your kiss gets deeper, you pull away from him. “Better hurry before Joon gets home.”

He gives you one final peck before he crosses the street and back to his house. After one final wave, you shut the door quietly.

“Good morning,” says a deep, mischievous voice.

Your forehead prickles in a panic. You thought that you and Hobi were completely alone and up before anybody else in this house. You whip your head around and are shocked to find Jin, who was standing by the basement door with a coffee cup in his hand and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Oppa! W-what…what are you doing here?” It sounded like a dumb question as soon as the words left your mouth.

He chuckled. “Last I checked, I thought I still lived here.” He shuts the basement door and walks towards the kitchen.

You shook your head, trying to shuffle your thoughts around so they could come out more logically. You nervously walk after him. “N-no, I just meant–I-I thought you had midterms and that you weren’t planning on coming home this weekend?”

“Well, we had a massive power failure on campus so...while the admin is still trying to clean that up, our midterms have been pushed back to next week. I thought I’d come home to get some laundry done, maybe surprise you guys. I didn’t realize that I was in for one, too.”

“Oh my god, oppa–” you said, mortified. “H-how much did you see?”

“Enough,” he says flatly while refilling his coffee cup before turning back to face you. “How long has this been going on?”

“A few weeks,” you mumbled.

He eyed you silently for a minute. “Shit, took you guys long enough!” He roared in laughter.

“Y-you’re not mad?” Your dad and Taehyung knew but you weren’t sure about Jin. He hovered just as much as Namjoon did when he detected boys sniffing around. But since he’s been away at college, you didn’t think much about how he’d react.

He exhaled dramatically. “You know, I’ve watched the way Hoseokie has looked at you all these years. I didn’t think he had it in him to ever make a move,” he chuckled again. “What does Namjoonie think?”

“Uh…” You internally panic, “We haven’t told him yet, oppa. So please–don’t–”

“Geez…calm down!” He laughed, “I was just asking!”

“I told Hobi that we just need to find the right time. He’s been feeling some pressure at school with college applications…his girlfriend,” you mumbled. Namjoon hadn’t been with his girlfriend that long but she was a bit high-maintenance and the stress of all that has led him to take more bike rides during the weekends.

Jin laughed again while picking up his mug. “Say no more! Your secret’s safe with me. But uh…let me know when you plan on telling Joon.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”

“I wanna see how fast he can make Hoseok run across town,” he chuckled, drinking his coffee.

******

“Hey!”

“Hi,” you beamed back at Hobi. You kept a safe distance, in case anybody was watching, while he opened the car door for you.

You climbed into the back seat while you waited for your brothers. Taehyung said that he was talking to his teacher to try and get some extra work to raise his D to a C in Chem class. Namjoon, on the other hand, was wrapping up a quick student council meeting to discuss final details for prom night.

“Aren’t you on the committee this year?” Hobi asks as he slides back into the driver seat.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on both sides of the front seats. “Yeah, but I have all my ducks in a row, that’s why I got to leave early. Namjoon wanted to talk about the faculty chaperones. I guess we need a couple more so he’s trying to delegate.”

Hobi laughed. “He was made for this job.”

“Oh, I know,” you sighed. “I almost dread what kind of person he’s going to morph into by the time graduation rolls around. He’s trying to oversee the yearbook committee, too.” You clicked your teeth, “But, I guess some people just thrive on that type of pressure.”

He groaned. “Not too stressed, I hope. I really want us to talk to him soon–at least before this weekend. I don’t want him to be all shocked that we’re going to prom...as a couple.”

You sighed. “Well, I guess…” you sighed again, “If he was in a shitty mood, we could still try to play it off as if we were going as friends?” You squint one eye at Hobi, unsure of what kind of headspace Namjoon would be in this weekend. You and Hobi were tired of sneaking around behind his back and he was feeling extra guilty about lying to his best friend about skipping their game nights to hang out with you–in your bedroom, across the hall from him.

He chuckled. “We could go as friends but…what if I wanted to hold your hand or pull you closer when we dance?” He leaned in further, “Or…kiss you?”

You crack a smile so wide, your face nearly splits in half. “Hobi…”

“What? Couples make out at prom…and…stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah…” He lowered his voice, his face inching closer to you until the tip of his nose touches yours. “You know…stuff.”

“You’d like to do stuff with me?”

“Only if you’re okay with it.

You looked out the windshield to make sure that Namjoon wasn’t walking down towards the van yet. When the coast was clear, you smiled against Hobi’s lips. “Can you settle for a kiss for the time-being?”

“Always.”

His kiss was tender–all of his kisses were. It was as if he took the utmost care not to bruise somebody he thought about so delicately–even though you were anything but. He just wanted to make sure that you were handled with great care…and that he deserved to be the one to do so.

Little did you know, while you were both lost in your stolen moment, Namjoon stood a few feet away, catching you in the act.

******

Namjoon is quiet the whole ride, which you found very strange.

Normally, he would always joke around; talk about the last student council meeting; or spout some random factoid of the day. Today, there was none of that. He just stared out the window, with his elbow on the passenger door while his chin rested on his hand.

You, Taehyung, and Hobi continued to laugh about something that happened at the cafeteria during lunch – no smartass quips from Namjoon.

His jaw was clenched from the moment he got in the passenger seat, right up until Hobi makes that final turn into your street.

Hobi pulls the car by the curb, leaving the engine on to let you all off before he makes that sharp turn into their driveway across the street. You thought it was really attractive whenever he did it in one swift move…which was pretty much all the time.

“Alright, see you tomorrow, guys.” Hobi says with a smile. He glances up at the rearview mirror at you and you smile back at him. You distantly hear Namjoon’s teeth click in his mouth.

“Thank you, Hobi. See you tomorrow.” You reach around from behind the driver seat and give his shoulder a squeeze. Something you had done many times before.

Namjoon catches a glimpse of the gesture and tenses up further. “Taehyung-ah, get out of the car.”

The rest of you look at each other in confusion. You weren’t sure where Namjoon’s sudden hostility was coming from. Maybe his meeting didn’t end so well?

“H-hyung?” Your little brother asks tentatively, making sure that he heard Namjoon right. Taehyung was seated behind him so he couldn’t tell if he was being serious.

“Did I stutter?” Namjoon snaps again.

“Uh…o-okay.” Taehyung keeps his head down, grabs his backpack, then exits the car to walk up the path to your front door.

You make a grab for the car door but Namjoon stops you. “No, you stay,” he says gruffly.

“Excuse me?” You sassed.

He turned his body toward the backseat and looked you straight in the eye. “I said, stay, Kim YN-ah!” He barked.

It made you gasp. That was usually Jin’s line. Namjoon very rarely used that ‘older brother’ tone on you.

Hobi’s brows knitted for a second but he relaxes his features, to try to break the tension. “Namjoonie, what’s up with—“

“What do you think you’re doing, Jung Hoseok?” His glare stops Hobi in his tracks.

This confuses you even further. What crawled up his ass today?

“Joon, what are—“

“Are you trying to fuck with me, Hoseok-ah?”

Hobi is taken aback by his question. “Namjoonie, I don’t understand—“

“I saw you at the parking lot earlier…touching my sister!” Namjoon’s eyes look like they’re about to fire laser beams at his friend.

Your mouth falls open, head prickling while your mind races, flashing back to the little moment that you and Hobi shared earlier. A moment that you both thought was private and hidden enough as you waited for Namjoon and Taehyung.

“Joon!”

Namjoon continued his ranting, completely ignoring you. “What happened to our bro-code, man? My sister is off-limits!”

You scoffed at your brother. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Be quiet!” Namjoon bellows at you, making your shoulders jerk.

Hobi’s face turns into a look of concern. He was afraid of this. He knew that he shouldn’t have let things get this far without telling his best friend. “Namjoon, it’s not what you think. YN and I, we—“

“No-no-no-no…” He lets out a humorless chuckle. “There is no ‘we’ between you and my sister. You and I agreed—“

“Excuse me but your sister is right here, and I have a name!” You exclaim angrily, having had enough of being referred to in the third person. “You keep talking about me as if I was invisible! What the fuck!”

“Watch your language!”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at Namjoon. “Don’t play the ‘oppa’ trump card on me, Namjoon. It doesn’t suit you.”

“I am still older than you, YN-ah.”

You roll your eyes again. “Please–just stop–”

“Namjoonie–we wanted to tell you sooner, I swear,” Hobi finally says.

There was a long, silent pause–only filled by the sounds of the idling engine and Namjoon’s heavy breathing.

“Then why didn’t you?” Namjoon kept his voice low but it still had an edge to it.

Hobi opens his mouth to try to reason with his friend but you interject. “Because I told him to hold off on it. We just wanted to find the right moment.”

Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to rein in his unreasonable anger. “I never would have thought–my best friend and my sister!” He shakes a clenched fist in mid-air.

“We didn’t plan on this happening. It just…kind of did.” You pulled the sassiness back and soften your tone.

“And you both decided to just mess around behind my back?”

Hobi finally turns the engine off. He took in a sharp breath before he lifted his chin to look Namjoon in the eye. “Namjoonie, I’m not messing around!” He says defensively. Your ears started to heat up and your heart pounded. You’ve never seen Hobi and Namjoon talk to each other like this. They’ve bickered and fought over trivial things like Pokemon cards or someone not returning the other’s Nas or Tupac CD. But at the end of the day, they always forgot about it and moved on as if nothing happened.

“I would never ever do that…not with her. I…” He paused for a beat to steady his breathing. “I’m in love with her, bro.”

You gasped softly. It was the first time he had ever said the words. Although his actions were more than enough to show you, hearing the words escape his lips felt near-euphoric.

Namjoon’s features soften. Suddenly, the urge to rip his friend’s head off was starting to fade.

Hobi turns his body to glance back at you and reaches for your hand. You interlace your fingers with his. “I’m sorry. I…didn’t plan on telling you like this but–” He smiled softly. “I love you,” he says evenly and confidently.

“Y-you’re in love with her?” Namjoon asks, still in disbelief.

Hobi kept his eyes on you. “Yeah. I have been, for a while,” he says in earnest. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

Your heart soars at his untimely confession but it didn’t matter. You loved him, too... so much…and for so long. You grinned at Hobi and couldn’t help but reach up to touch his cheek with your free hand.

Namjoon squirms at the sight of you looking at Hobi lovingly. He growls annoyingly. “Yaahh!!! What the fuck? I can’t believe this! How the hell did this happen?”

You give Namjoon a deadpan look. “Look, Joon–does it matter?” You turned your head back to Hobi. “I love him, too. And besides, dad and mom are okay with it. Jin-oppa and Tae are cool with it–”

“Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait–” Namjoon cuts you off. “You mean to tell me–that I am the last person to find out about this?”

You and Hobi grimace at each other, guilt painted all over your faces.

“I–I can’t believe this,” Namjoon says, sounding defeated. All that barking from earlier had been reduced to soft puppy-like whines. Regret eats away at you further. You and Namjoon were the closest out of all of your siblings. You practically shared everything together–whether by choice or otherwise. It was that openness between you two that strengthened your bond.

But since getting into a relationship with Hobi, you had been more secretive. Even though you meant well and fully intended on coming clean to him, you felt sorry for lying to him. And although half of your fears were warranted–based on his intense reaction earlier, you still felt bad.

You released Hobi’s hand and scooted closer to your brother. “Joon…I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. It wasn’t Hobi’s fault. I told him that we should hold off on telling you. I just…I wasn’t sure how you’d react and–well…truthfully, I didn’t want you to murder my boyfriend.”

He winces at the sound of the term. Your ‘boyfriend.’ Hobi was no longer a friend who happened to be a boy–oh, no. He was a boyfriend. He shuddered at the thought. Just when he was getting used to the idea of you dating. He wished Jin was here to back him up.

“Was Jin-hyung pissed?”

You bit your lip guiltily and shifted in your seat. “Uhm…n-not exactly.”

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked.

“H-he…he said that…he wanted to be here when I told you...And he wondered how fast Hobi could run.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrowed at that. He thought Jin would have a stronger reaction since he almost blew his gasket when he caught his varsity teammate chatting you up right before a game nearly two years ago.

You and Hobi almost jump up on your seats when Namjoon bursts out laughing hysterically. You think maybe the shock had gone straight to his brain and he had started to lose his mind.

“I…I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He chokes out after he calms down from all of the laughing. “I just feel like I’m having a Ross Gellar moment here.”

Namjoon loved his ‘Friends’ references. If there was an opportunity to insert it at any point during a conversation, he would. It somewhat calmed you down.

“I meant what I said, Joon,” Hobi says, turning serious. “I love YN. I would never do anything to hurt her.”

Namjoon sighed, shifting his eyes between you and Hobi. “Damn. My best friend…and my sister,” he shook his head gently then chuckled.

You and Hobi took it as his blessing. You scoot over closer to Hobi, smiling and gazing at each other, as if a giant boulder had been lifted off your chests. You touched your nose to his.

“Yah!” Namjoon squawks, interrupting your moment with Hobi. “I may be cool with both of you dating but please…I am begging you not to do all that,” he gestures his hand aimlessly at both of you, “...In front of me! Or…at least keep it to a minimum.”

You roll your eyes at Namjoon. “Fine. Now can you please get out of the car so I can kiss my boyfriend goodbye?”

Namjoon starts to gag at the thought. “Fuck, man,” he says under his breath before he pulls at the car door’s latch to open it.

“By the way, he’s coming over after dinner to watch a movie with me tonight.”

Namjoon groans. “As long as you both watch in the living room.” He steps out onto the curb.

You called out from the open window in the van. “Well, it’s a nice change of pace since we usually just watch in my room,” you laughed.

Namjoon lets out another pained cry, clutching his ears as if they started to bleed.

Once your front door shuts, you climb over to the front seat next to Hobi, still giggling.

“Don’t torture him, YN.” Hobi says, trying to defend his friend.

“I know, I know. I’m just…happy that we don’t need to sneak around anymore.”

Hobi sighed, seemingly content. “Yeah.” He leaned in closer to you. “But if I’m being honest, I’ll miss the whole ‘sneaking around’. It was kind of exciting.” He grinned mischievously at you before cocking an eyebrow knowingly.

“Jung Hoseok!” You grinned at him, suddenly feeling flustered.

He chuckled. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Actually, it’s a nice thought to actually leave from the front door rather than climbing down your window. I almost broke my ankle that one night!”

You laughed at him. “I’m sorry, jagiya.”

He laughed in return. “I know, I know. I meant what I told him, though. I love you, sunshine.” He touched his finger to your cheek, making your eyes close instinctively at the contact.

When you opened them, you smiled warmly at him. “And I love you, too.” At the sound of that, he closed the gap between you two to press his lips against yours. He cupped your jaw and you melted into him. Your kiss wasn’t frantic or rushed because you weren’t trying to hide from anybody. It was all out in the open.

You loved Hobi and he loved you. And you were happy to show everyone that.

High school graduation and the next four years of college were not without its challenges. But anytime things got difficult, you and Hobi always had each other to lean on. Namjoon had his own thing going–doubling back between university and traveling into the city to send demos and mix-tapes.

Taehyung was off partying God-knows-where, enjoying his college years, and Jin was back home helping your dad at the restaurant. Things between him and Yoojung were getting more serious–they had just moved in together. Your parents thought that an engagement would be on the horizon soon.

You and Hobi would talk about the future, too. Even though graduation was several months away, you were intent on securing a job in the city. There were more prospects for you there and opportunities for growth in your chosen industry: fashion.

“So, I have a couple of internships that I applied to. I should be hearing back from them in the next week or so. Have you looked into those other places that I emailed to you?”

You looked up at Hobi from your laptop screen. He was busy polishing some glasses behind the bar.

“Jagi?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if you checked out those places that I forwarded to you. They’re big accounting firms in the city and are accepting at least 5-10 interns this year.”

“Yeah, I did. I reached out and sent my application in.”

You smiled at him. Hobi dragged his feet with his internship applications but you gently nudged him–by sending him a few potential companies that he could work at. Hobi decided to major in accounting, just like his mom. He was already getting some real-time training in bookkeeping when he helped out at Hangsang, the local pub his family owned and ran.

“You know, if you do well, they’ll hire you directly. You’d be set right before graduation,” you say encouragingly.

“You don’t have to say all that. If I get it, I get it. Otherwise, I can just go and find a job elsewhere.”

That made you frown. For months, you and Hobi have talked about moving to the city together after graduation. He never really expressed any misgivings every time you brought it up. But as your senior year at university drew to a close, it seemed as if he wasn’t so keen on the idea.

“Don’t think like that, jagi. You have to be positive! You have such a great personality and you’re so smart. I’m sure you’ll ace the interview.”

He gave you a small smile. “Well, if my girlfriend believes in it then, who am I to question it?”

You beam at him then lean over to peck him on the lips. When you pull away, he’s smiling but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Is there something else bothering you, jagi?”

He sighed. “I’m just nervous, I guess. We’re far from home and we won’t know anybody there…”

“Namjoonie will be there,” You say in an attempt to console him.

“I know, but he’ll be doing his own thing. It’s not like he can hang out with us every single day.”

“Then we’ll just have to make new friends!”

He looked at you ruefully. “What’s wrong with the friends that we have?”

“That’s not what I mean, Hobi. What I’m saying is that we should make more friends…in addition to the ones that we have. It’s all part of getting acclimated, you know?”

Hobi, although incredibly outgoing once you got to know him, was painfully shy when it came to meeting new people. He always kept with the same inner circle and rarely ventured out. You knew that this was a stretch for him.

You cupped his face and gazed at him lovingly. “Jagi, it’s going to be difficult. I’m fully aware of that. I’m scared, too–I don’t know how things will play out for us. But you know what? Knowing that we’re doing this together? That’s all that I need to help me get through anything.”

He stared back at you, his thumb gently brushing over your eyebrow.

“Can we please just try? Please, Hoseokie?” You gave him your best puppy-eyes.

After a few beats, he nods softly. You beam with excitement and pepper him with kisses.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles. When you calm down and pull away from him, his expression turns sober again.

“And if it doesn’t work out?”

You pursed your lips. Truthfully, you didn’t want to think of a scenario where things didn’t work out. But because you love him, you didn’t want him to be unhappy. He was already stepping out of his comfort zone for you but only with the assurance that you’d be in this together. You owed him that much.

You looked him straight in the eye. “Then we’ll come back. We’ll put our roots down here.”

He touched the tip of his nose to yours. “Okay then,” he acquiesced and smiled more broadly this time.

You smiled back and kissed him. “I love you, Hoseok.”

“Love you, too, Sunshine.”

After a day of moving, you and Hobi finally settle into your new place in the city. Once the moving truck was empty, you repaid your family with some delicious, extra greasy takeout food while Hobi picked up two 6-packs of beer from the liquor store around the corner from your building.

It was just a little past 8 PM and Jin, Taehyung, Jimin, his dad and your dad just left to drive back home. Namjoon left slightly earlier because he had a meeting with a music producer the next day.

The whole process went pretty smoothly except when your furniture got delivered. The couch was good, the dining table was good, but when it came to your bed, the company seemed to have shipped it with the wrong frame. They apologized and promised to deliver it in two days since it had to come from a different warehouse.

“I mean…I guess we’ll be okay for a couple days?” You stood in your bedroom, hands on your hips, staring at the floor, where the mattress currently laid. You wondered if it was worth putting sheets on it now or you’d be better off sleeping on the couch–which had a pull-out bed.

You felt Hobi’s hands wrap around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You instinctively lean your head back to him, fatigue, suddenly hitting you.

“I don’t mind roughing it for a couple days.”

His comment made you chuckle. You were hardly ‘roughing it.’ You got lucky scoring the apartment. Not only was it in a decent neighborhood but it was rent-controlled, too. Your dad beamed with pride at you.

“So…” he began. “Do you want to christen it?”

You snorted. “Are you kidding? With the mattress on the floor?”

“Oh, c’mon,” he says slyly, “At least it’s on a mattress and not the backseat of my mom’s minivan?”

You roll your eyes at the reminder of where you had sex the first time. “Sure. And the sound of plastic sheeting crinkling under my naked body has always been a little kink of mine.” There may have been a mattress but you hadn’t unwrapped it yet since the frame hadn’t been delivered.

He laughed out loud. “That’s a very solvable problem.” He leaves the room quickly and is back in a few seconds with one of your throw-blankets. He quickly unfurls it and spreads it across the top.

He crouched down to sit on the edge of the mattress before scooting back to stretch out fully, putting his hands behind his head and laying on them.

“See? Nice and comfy already!”

You smiled. Leave it to him to always be solution-focused and see the bright side of things.

With a sigh, you bent down to crawl up to the mattress. He pulled his left hand from under his nape to stretch it across the empty space. You rested your head on it and snuggled up next to him. He pulls you in closer and plants a chaste kiss to your forehead.

You crane your neck up slightly to look at him. “Are you happy, jagi?” You ask him quietly. Before you left home, he had some reservations about moving away.

His thumb gently brushed over your eyebrow while he regarded you intently. “Wherever I’m at, as long as I’m with you–I’ll always be happy.”

“I love you, Hobi.”

“I love you too, sunshine.” He tilts your chin up, lowered his lips to yours and kissed you. It was soft, almost leisurely at first. It wasn’t long before you were licking and moaning into his mouth while his tongue also fought its way into yours.

You moved your body closer to his, feeling his hardon pressing against your center. You grind onto it, making him groan into your mouth.

He withdrew himself from you to pull his shirt off. You sit up and do the same then reach behind you with one hand to unclasp your bra.

He cursed under his breath once your breasts came into view.

Despite the humidity in the room, your nipples tightened into hard points. With a soft grunt, he sinks his mouth onto one to suck on it. You let out a moan when he flicked your nipple with the tip of his tongue. You feel your panties soak through in an instant.

“Hobi…I want you now,” you begged.

“Nah-uh. You know I love to take my time with you,” he crooned.

“But I’m ready,” you whined petulantly while dragged his mouth down your sternum, placing soft kisses on your ribcage.

“Just let me savor you first,” he says in between kisses. “And when I’m done, I promise I’ll give you what you want.”

You groan in frustration but in the back of your mind, you knew he was good for it—especially when he paused right below your navel, tugging on the waistband of your bottoms and underwear, peeling them off you, and tossed them somewhere on the floor.

Your thighs parted, as if they had a mind of their own, in anticipation of what would happen next.

He slots himself between you, resting the backs of your legs on his shoulders to open you up wider for him.

He swipes your clit with the tip of his nose to take a whiff of you, making your breath hitch in response. It didn’t matter if you were covered in dried up sweat from moving and unpacking boxes all day today. Your scent always turned him on. Something about the mixture of your pleasure and arousal made him feel euphoric.

He brushes your clit with his fingertips prolonging the agony for you, before pushing two fingers into your cunt.

“You’re all soaked,” he purred while simultaneously sliding his fingers in and out.

“I told you I was ready,” you mewled while you bucked your hips against his hand. “Stop playing with me and just fuck me, please!”

He chuckled, ignoring your pleas. “Always impatient, huh? You know I always want to make you cum first.” With that, he withdrew his fingers. You watched him lick them, and you would have cum right then.

Then he lowered his head again, dragging his tongue against your folds. You hissed through your teeth and tugged at his hair when he wrapped his lips around you, sucking and fluttering his tongue on your clit.

Your pulse quickened, feeling your climax building up within you.

“Fuck, Hobi…you’re so good at that.”

He hummed into your clit at the sound of your praise, the vibration pushing you closer to the edge.

“Oooh shit, I’m so close, fuck…”

Pushing two fingers into you, he curls them upwards and massages the sensitive tissues within you while he continues to tongue your clit.

With a few more gentle suctions and some hard licks, you cried out hoarsely once your orgasm hit, your core pulsing and squeezing around his fingers that he continued to pump in and out of you. You flinch, trying to pull away from him once overstimulation starts to set.

Still in a daze, you barely register him getting rid of his bottoms. But then you came back to full awareness once you felt him sink his length into you. Your walls make room for him while he stretched and filled you.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and churned your hips restlessly…your body quietly begging for more.

You looked into his eyes, they were dark and glazed with equal amounts of lust and love. He dipped his head to kiss you. You taste your arousal from his lips, igniting your desire even more.

His full weight was on you while deep, sexy groans vibrated against your chest. Your walls convulsed while he thrusted in and out, boring deeper into you.

Then, he paused to shift your bodies on the mattress, where he sat up and you were on top of him. He loved this position–when he would watch your tits bounce or suck on them while you rode his cock until you came all over him.

He licked the beads of sweat that dripped between the valley of your breasts, then moved to gently bite each nipple, sending another rush of shivers down your spine.

He cupped your face in his hands and locked eyes with you. “You’re so beautiful…I love you…”

You pressed your forehead to his. “I love you, jagi…so much.” You kissed him again while you rolled your hips to him. He breaks the kiss only to suck on his thumb before he slid his hand between you. He massaged your clit in slow, rhythmic circles. You lean back a little to give him better access, keeping your hands on his shoulders for leverage while his free hand holds your waist securely to him.

You contract your insides furiously, building up another climax as the feel of his cock fucking into you and his thumb on your clit work you up into a frenzy.

The way he knew your body was insane. He knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, how to tease and how far to push it. He knew all of your cues, every shudder, a hitch on your breathing, and your moans…

You dragged one out while he hit a sensitive bundle of nerves in you. “Mm…getting close again, huh?”

You nod your head furiously, which only spurred him further. He kept stroking your clit and met your thrusts, goading your climax. The sensitivity made you thrash against the onslaught. A few more pulses of his finger on your clit sent you over the edge. You came again, letting out a hoarse, broken cry.

A rough sound rumbled within his chest while he swelled inside you, chasing his own climax.

“I’m close…where can I cum?”

“Lemme suck you off,” you breathed out.

He slowed his tempo. “You sure?”

You leaned in to kiss him. “Yes.”

He held you as you pulled yourself off him gingerly. He watched while you sat on your heels and settled between his legs. The flat of your tongue traced a vein up his length and up to the tip, making him drag out a groan. You took him in your mouth again, your neck arching back as you lowered.

“Holy fuck…” He threw his head back as his cock hit the back of your throat. You pulled back, your tongue coated in your arousal mixed with the rich flavor of him.

He groaned, his hands cupping your jaw. “Don’t stop, baby. Suck me dry.”

Your cheeks hollowed as you found your rhythm, while the sound of his ragged breaths and moans filled the room.

“Fuck, baby…gonna cum…” He ground out. His cock swelled in your mouth. Your scalp stung as his hand fisted and pulled at your hair.

His mouth fell open, his abdomen clenched as he let out a guttural cry, his body shuddering as he came hard.

He cursed as you swallowed. He emptied himself in thick, hot bursts, as if it was the last thing he’d ever do. By the time he finished, you were gasping for air.

He pulled you to your feet while you both stumbled backwards onto the mattress, tucking you to his side. His lungs struggled to catch his breath while he came down from his high. His hands roughly roamed your sweat-slicked body as he pulled you in tighter.

“Holy shit, I think I can see spots before my eyes!” He choked out, pressing a quick, rough kiss to your forehead. “Who knew blowjobs could cause temporary blindness?”

You curled into him, resting your head against his chest while his heart pounded loudly while you sighed. “Wow, I’ll take that as a compliment!” He lets out a throaty laugh.

You held each other like that for a while, his fingers sifting through your hair and gliding gently down your back.

“I’m so happy,” he said quietly while his lips tickled your temple.

You craned your neck to peer up at him. “You make me happy.” Swallowing a lump in your throat, you whispered, “Don’t ever leave me.”

He smiled and caressed your cheek. “I don’t think I could ever do life without you.”

******

“Hey…you haven’t touched your dinner.”

Even though you hear Hobi’s voice from a distance, you couldn’t make out what he was actually saying since your eyes were glued to your laptop and piles of paperwork that you’ve been poring over all weekend.

It was close to 11PM and you had a deadline–it technically wasn’t for another few days but you wanted to finish early and leave a great impression on the bosses.

You and Hobi were supposed to head back home for the long weekend but you volunteered to put together a capsule collection that was shaping up to be high-profile. It was a collaboration effort with a celebrity so you had to spend many hours picking and choosing possible pieces along with moodboards to present to your client. You saw it as a great opportunity to give you that leg up that you need to secure this permanent position at the company.

For a moment, you closed your eyes and stretched your neck from side-to-side. You tried to convince Hobi that he could still make the trip home to go see his parents and you would just stay back at your apartment in the city to finish work.

He refused to leave without you.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” His voice snaps you out of your hazy state–fatigue mixed with hunger and irritation. He was standing right behind you now, rubbing your neck and shoulders.

“You should get some rest.” He bends down and places a kiss on the crown of your head.

You leaned back towards him briefly, focusing on his hands that worked the pent up tension off your back. A few seconds later, you hunched over your laptop again. “I just need another two hours, jagiya. I have this all figured out–I only need to line this all up to make sure everything’s within the theme…then I can get all of it done before tomorrow.”

“I thought you said this wasn’t due ‘til next Friday? You know, on account of the holiday this weekend.” He took the seat next to you on the dining table.

You sighed, rubbing your cheeks slowly, willing some life back into them. Hobi watched you silently. You’d dropped a bit of weight since you were stressed and overworked.

“You should eat something. I can feed you, if you like?” he offers.

You chuckled at the idea. “Hobi, I’m not a little kid. You don’t have to do that.”

He remained serious and stared at you with concern. “I know I don’t have to but–I just get worried when you skip meals.” He cupped your hollowed cheeks. “You’ll get sick, sunshine. At least take a break and have a few bites?”

You gave him a small smile and relent. “Okay,” you say quietly. You take your plate of food that he made you and gingerly get up from your seat to microwave it. But as soon as you stood up, your vision went blurry for a second. The next thing you knew, your world had turned upside down.

Hobi curses, catching you before you hit the floor.

*********

A week later, after a long day at work, you come home to your apartment. You were surprised to see Hobi home early since he previously mentioned that he was meant to pull an all-nighter at the office to get through piles of paperwork.

“Hey.” He greets you after you toed your shoes off by the door. “I thought you had some stuff to finish at the office?”

“Eh…I just thought I put in enough hours this week. Someone else can start pulling their weight. How was your day?”

You flopped yourself on the couch next to him and he instantly wraps his arms around you.

“Fucking long,” you say emphatically, then sighing heavily. “I got in trouble today because one of the other junior staff fucked up on one of the documents, so I pretty much ate shit for the better part of the day.”

“What? And you didn’t say anything?”

“Well–technically, I handed off the work to her because I already had a ton of stuff going on. It was my responsibility to give her all of the information and…I missed a few details.” You groaned at the headache that started to build up.

“That’s fucked up! Did you tell your boss that it wasn’t your fault?”

“Hobi–I already apologized, I corrected the mistake—“

“Why? Why would you apologize for someone else’s screwup?”

“Hobi, please…I just wanted to avoid more trouble. Trying to argue would have just aggravated the situation and I really didn’t want to make it worse.”

He shakes his head. “That’s fucked up,” he says under his breath.

You scoffed. “Excuse me? In case you’ve forgotten, we need to keep our jobs to stay afloat here.”

“Mm…and getting treated for exhaustion is part of staying afloat?”

You bit the inside of your cheek at the sound of that. This job took its toll–but you had to work hard. All of this effort you were putting in was going towards your future.

“We should just go back home,” he says unceremoniously.

Your head jerked back in surprise. “Go back home? W-why?”

“Because, I hate watching you struggle like this! That night I took you to the hospital? It scared the shit out of me!”

A pang of guilt hits you. “I…I’m sorry for that, jagi. I’m trying to take care of myself now. I’m eating, taking breaks…”

“It’s not just that,” he interjects. He opens his mouth, hesitating for a few seconds before continuing. “You collapsing was the final straw!”

Your shoulders slump, utterly at a loss for words at this. You weren’t sure where all of this negativity was coming from. Day in and day out, you both went to your jobs, fully committed to reach your goals.

Final straw?

“What are you saying?”

He sighed heavily. “I’ve held on for as long as I could…but I just can’t anymore. I’ve been struggling…a lot. I hate my job, I’m tired, and I’m stressed all the time. What’s worse is that I don’t like how it’s all starting to affect us.”

“Hobi–I…” you moistened your dry lips. “Look, we knew it wasn’t going to be easy, right? And that it wasn’t going to be smooth-sailing? We’d get some bumps in the road…” you trailed off, trying to justify your situation.

“I know that but–we go out, come home…then we fight. It wasn’t like this before. I don’t want us to resent each other.”

“What? Jagi, I don’t resent you. Work is just…there’s just a lot of pressure involved for me and I’m sure what you’re going through is a rough patch. That’s what happens when we’re just starting out, right? Once we’re a bit more established–”

“I quit.”

“W-what?” Your voice faltered in disbelief.

“I quit my job. Today.” He deadpanned.

“W-wait–you quit?” You heard exactly what he said but you wanted him to repeat it once more just to make sure that this wasn’t one of his ‘gotcha’ jokes.

He nodded. “I was just getting pushed too hard and I couldn’t stand it anymore. Nobody should be allowed to treat people that way!”

Hobi had struggled at work from the get-go but he didn’t talk about it openly. He was usually vague when you asked him about it. In reality, he had a difficult time relating to people at the office, much less pleasing his boss.

In an effort to cheer him up, you tried taking him with you to happy hours with your coworkers and casual nights out with your new friends but something in him still felt off.

“Hoseok–” you groaned. “That is irresponsible of you. What about our rent? Bills? I–How…” You tried to form coherent sentences. “What are we going to do?”

After a beat of silence, he looked you straight in the eye. “We can go home.”

His suggestion stopped you in your tracks. “But…what about my job?”

“Sunshine, we can start over back home! The great thing is that we’re already familiar with it. We don’t need to make changes, everything can just stay the same! And the rent and utilities? Since we’re not locked into a lease anymore, we can just finish out the month in this place. That’s in two weeks!”

“Two…weeks?” You say vaguely. You felt as if you were having an out-of-body experience.

“I could see how this internship has been taking its toll on you. It’s just not right. You’re putting in all of this effort for a job that may not even get offered to you in the end. There’s no guarantee in that!”

He had a point. There was absolutely no assurance that you were going to get selected for the full-time position at the company. Although your boss promised that they would write everyone great recommendations, it wasn’t enough for you to bank on that.

“Huh…two weeks?” You ask again.

“Yeah, we’re out of here in two weeks!”

Your mouth opens tentatively, “Wow…that’s…really soon…”

Softening his features, he moves closer to you, cupping your face. His eyes glistened differently. It was this bright, warm light that seemed to have been snuffed out not long after you moved away from home. But now, with the promise of leaving all this behind, that glow was back.

“I know it’s a lot to take in. But think about it, we’ll be back home! No more stress, no pressure,” he assures you.

“R-right,” you concurred.

Then, he gets an idea. “C’mon, you must be starving! I’ll make you dinner, okay? It’ll be done by the time you get out of the shower,” he grinned.

A week later…

Hobi busied himself, packing and boxing up your things. Unfortunately, work has been riding your ass so much that you haven’t had the time to pack or sort through your stuff at the apartment.

Today, you came home early after a big meeting with your manager.

You were standing in the kitchen when the door opened and he saw you. He was just coming back from running errands all morning.

“Hey, sunshine,” he beamed at you.

You gave a somber greeting back. He walks straight to you to give you a kiss.

“I just spoke to our landlord,” he began excitedly, “She said that she’s sad to see us go since we’ve been such good tenants. She also said that if we ever change our minds and come back, she’d be happy to refer us to one of her other properties. I said that was a nice offer but I don’t think we’d be back anytime soon,” he chuckled. Leaning onto the counter, he sees that you were still quiet.

“Are you okay? Are you hungry? I can fix you something–”

“No, I’m…I’m okay right now,” you answer him. “Just had a pretty eventful day at work.”

“I’m sure,” he grinned. “Is your boss stressing out over your replacement after your two weeks are up?”

You exhaled nervously. “Actually…I wanted to talk to you about that.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Talk to me about what?”

“Work.”

“Work?” He repeated. “What’s there to talk about? You put in your two weeks, right?”

You shifted your weight on your feet anxiously and sank your teeth into your bottom lip.

“You did put in your two weeks, right? YN?”

“I got offered the full-time position today…” You paused to gauge his reaction before continuing. When he didn’t speak, you said, “...And I accepted it.”

His jaw falls open from shock and confusion. “I…I don’t understand. I thought that you–”

“I was, I was! I…I fully intended on putting my two weeks in but I–”

“Is that why you haven’t packed?” He looked around the apartment where your things were still strewn about.

You stared at him blankly and didn’t answer.

“YN…” He gripped his forehead in exasperation. “I don’t get it. What else would be keeping you here?”

“A guarantee,” you answer quietly.

“What? What do you mean?” He was incredulous.

“You’ve told me that I keep hanging onto something that wasn’t even guaranteed. But now that it is, I’ve decided that I’m staying. I can’t leave now.”

His voice rose. “Yes, you can! Just as we came here, we can get out of here.”

“No!” You said firmly.

“I’m sorry…did you just say ‘no’?” He chuckled bitterly. “You really want to stay in this hell-hole?”

“It is not a hell-hole! Namjoon lives here and he’s doing just fine!”

“But that’s how Namjoon is! He grits his teeth and pushes through it. Doesn’t matter if his shit gets rejected 30 times. He’ll keep at it until he gets the validation that he needs. I’m not like that!”

“Well, maybe you just need to grow thicker skin!”

His eyebrows knitted at how absurd that was. “Thicker skin? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Meaning, you shouldn’t give up so easily. You have to keep pushing yourself to do better! This is all fuel—to make you stronger…better!”

His jaw drops in shock. “Better? Stronger?” He laughs bitterly.

“Yes! Things aren’t supposed to be just handed to you. You have to work for them!”

“You don’t think I worked my ass off in the last year?” He was agitated and started to pace around the room.

“I never said anything like that! But I also don’t understand why you are being so narrow-minded about all this.”

He stopped and stared at you, his expression hardening. “Oh, I’m narrow-minded? Will you listen to yourself? I just told you that I was unhappy at my job and our life here and you tell me to-to-to grow thicker skin? You are completely blinded by your ambition!”

You stared back at him, indignant. “My ambition? Wasn’t this supposed to be our dream to begin with? For our future?” You say loudly.

“This was not my dream nor was it what I envisioned as our future. This isn’t the life that I want.”

“Well, what kind of life did you have in mind?” You challenged.

“Just a simple, quiet life…with you.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. “See, that’s the problem with you. You’re just completely content in staying where you’re at. You don’t aim high enough.”

“The problem with you,” he points at you aggressively, “...is that nothing is ever enough. You always want more!”

You square your shoulders and tilted your chin up at him. “What’s wrong with wanting more?”

He caught his lower lip with his teeth, pain etched all over his beautiful face. “Because it means that I will never be enough for you.”

Your mouth drops at his remark and you let out a faint whimper. “Hobi…that’s…that’s not even–”

“I tried. I really tried. I tried adapting to life in the city. I went to work…tried to make new friends just to help me get used to it all even though I kept feeling out of place. And I did it all for you. But I realized that…I can’t do this for the rest of my life. It’s only been a year and I already feel exhausted. I’m done!”

You felt off-balance again, just as you did last week. Except that it wasn’t exhaustion or skipped meals that was causing it. After Hobi’s confession, you felt the need to lean against something. You settled for the kitchen counter.

“Please, YN, let’s go home,” he pleads, “While I still have my dignity.”

“If you’re exhausted and done with all of this…then leave,” you said quietly.

The crease between his eyebrows deepened. “Now you’re just being selfish.”

“Oh, I’m being selfish?” You pointed to yourself. “Working to build a nice future for us is selfish?”

“We can still have that! Why does it matter where we’re at?”

“Precisely! If where we’re at doesn’t matter to you, then why do we have to go back? Why can’t we stay here?”

Hobi runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation. “We’re going around in circles, sunshine–”

“Don’t call me that.” Your eyes turned downcast. His term of endearment always made your heart bloom, but hearing it now just made it sink.

“I resent the fact that you’d call me selfish.” Tears stung your eyes. “I am not nor have I ever been selfish when it came to you.”

You also worked your ass off in the last year. Working overtime, taking on more projects. You also did all of these things with him in mind. For both of you.

“YN…” He tried to reach out for you but you backed away from him.

You gazed at him wordlessly.

“I can’t leave without you,” he pleaded.

You sank your teeth to your bottom lip in an attempt to steady its quivering. “But I know that you can’t stay with me either.”

It’s been over two months. It felt more like years. But no, it’s only been a couple months.

You moved in with Namjoon temporarily until you saved up enough to find a place that you could afford. He didn’t mind you living with him and wasn’t pressuring you to move out, either. But since he’d been seeing this new girl, you didn’t want to cramp his style.

Since living in a new neighborhood, your usual work commute continued—albeit a different train stop. Luckily, both locations were still within walking distance.

“Miss! Miss!”

You look around to find a man chasing after you. While Namjoon’s neighborhood was relatively safe, living in the city has kept you hyper-vigilant and skeptical of random people trying to grab your attention at the train station.

You immediately dug your hand into your purse, finger firmly placed on the trigger of the can of mace that you carried with you.

“You dropped this,” the man says, holding up a familiar object.

Your other hand instinctively grabs at the carabiner keychain clipped to your purse strap. It held your office access badge and your metro card in a plastic card case. The card case was no longer attached to it.

“Oh my god!” You took your metro card and badge as he handed it back to you. The plastic case seemed to have broken off the keychain by accident. “Thank you,” you uttered in relief.

“You’re welcome. Might want to hang on to that,” he said, pointing to your transit pass.

“I had just reloaded this, too,” you said worriedly.

He smiled. “I noticed that you take the same train every night.”

You slowly reached into your purse for that can of mace again. “Y-yeah…”

The look on his face showed worry and confusion. “Oh…I wasn’t saying that to be a creep or anything. This is my stop, too. I just wanted to point out that we always seem to end up taking the same train often…the same car, even!”

You were still apprehensive. “I just happen to stand at a specific spot so that when I get off the train, I’m right by the escalators or stairs.”

He laughed. “I’m the same! I’d rather get in and out conveniently. I work around Montgomery Street,” he reveals.

“Oh, wow,” you let out a laugh, “That stop gets really packed.”

He nods. “I know.”

“I, uh, get on at the Powell Street stop.”

“Ah. Lots of retail shops there.”

“I work in fashion,” you affirm.

“I see,” he nodded again. “I didn’t catch your name—“

“I never gave it,” you responded.

He put his hand over his chest to introduce himself. “I’m Sam, by the way,” he smiled warmly. “And although I took a peek at your work badge, I’m hoping you would still tell me your name?”

He seemed a little less threatening now. You loosened your hold on the pepper spray.

“I’m YN.”

His smile grew wider. “It’s great to finally meet you.”

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📝 christmas is all about spending time with the ones you love, having fun and creating beautiful memories but that was never how it turned out for you. You were dreading the annual family Christmas, but an idea was proposed to you, and shockingly Namjoon agreed to it as well as yourself. But will it help or will it turn out to be a mistake?

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🗨️ AFGJFKGHLKFDHGJGKJHG— 🥵🥵🥵 Yes, I’ve resulted to key smashing because I’m speechless, but I’ll try to give a few words anyway: first, this was incredibly hot, I can’t even begin to articulate properly, and the writing, like I’m a so in love with the writing, like the language is so descriptive and imaginative that I can clearly imagine every little fucking detail— and the words? Well they just flow seamlessly! ✨

⭐My Plus One @btsgotjams27 [5.4k] // ksj x f.reader // fake dating!au, i2l // 🥰🌩️

📝 when you and jin have weddings to attend, you decide to help one another by agreeing to being each other's plus ones.

🗨️ It was so sweet, it was cute and fluffy and so damn funny! Like there were so many times I was just laughing with the biggest grin plastered on my face. So thank you, thank you for writing this and for cheering me up ✨💯

⭐Meet Me at the Bar [epilogue] @eoieopda [7.5k] // ksj x f.reader // law school!au, study buddies, bf2l // 🥰😂🥵

📝 you're supposed to be staring down the barrel of the last — and most important — examination of your life, but you only have eyes for your study buddy.

🗨️ omg these two cute fools are so fucking adorable 😭 It was really good, loved everything in it, the writing, the characters and how they have been in love with each other for so long but never said anything to each other, and FINALLY, BAM ✨

⭐Forever @oddinary4bts [25.2k] // ksj x f.reader // idol!au, ex-fiancés to lovers // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 three years ago, your relationship with jin ended in fights and tears. When life puts him back on your path, you catch a glimpse of light in his eyes that you thought had died when you broke up. Will your relationship blossom into a well-deserved forever or will you lose the love of your life again?

🗨️ so much love and sadness in this! The nostalgia is high, there’s a lot of feelings, a lot of heartbreak. The thoughts about going back for fear of getting your heart broken again, or moving on and shielding the broken pieces of heartbreak? Fuck! So fucking good. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: everything Ella writes is just pure gold 🥹✨

⭐A Time Just for Us [part of a completed series] @bluewhale52 [5.4k] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, idol!au // 🥰🥵

📝 you are desperate for a baby.

🗨️ I haven’t even read the series– like I started with this, but it was so freaking good! It was somehow cute, but very very very dirty 😂🥵

⭐Cat Cafes and More @jeonsbabygirlsworld [0.7k] // myg x f.reader // established relationship // 🥰

📝 you insist yoongi to visit the cat cafe which has cats up for adoption which ends up you adopting a white Persian cat even though you have holly with you both.

🗨️ omg this was just so fucking cute 😭💕Overall just a really cute, fluffy and lovely drabble 🥰💜

⭐Less of Them [ongoing series] @casuallyimagining [currently loading] // myg x f.reader // established relationship, arranged marriage!au, star-crossed lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰🪄

📝 as the daughter of one of the oldest families in the kingdom, when the king decides that it's you he wishes to marry, you're forced to make a decision and fulfill your duty, leaving behind everything you've ever known--and the only man you've ever loved.

🗨️ this chapter was so fucking good, I don’t even know where to begin! First, it was so sad and emotional (at least for me 😭), like OC has been through so fucking much 😭 The poor thing is traumatized and the whole paragraph about her learning the royal life that her father never could have prepared her for 😭😭😭 It’s such an amazing story, you simple have to read it if you haven’t. There’s two out of three parts out.

⭐Would u? [3tan drabble ongoing series] @kithtaehyung [2.3K] // myg x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥰

📝 you see a certain fruit-centered trend online.. and decide to test it on yoongi.

🗨️ so fucking sweet and fluffy… This was just so cute, I just love this couple and I can’t get enough of them omg 🥹 and reader being on her period and Yoongi just distracting her pain away, by naturally being himself and doing mundane things 🥹 so domestic I love it! 😭✨ And the tangerines 😭😭😭💖

⭐Strawberry Sundae @youtifulhobi [6k] // jhs x f.reader // slice of life!au, lifeguard!hobi, olympian swimmer!reader, established relationship // 🥰

📝 a few years after you begin dating Jung Hoseok, the two of you reminisce about how you met when he was a lifeguard and saved you from drowning, when in reality you had just fell off your strawberry floatie and he just wanted to talk to you.

🗨️ honestly, this is just fucking cute, adorable really! I really loved it and it’s definitely one of my favorite Hoseok fics now 🥰💯

⭐Sweetest Crush @minjoonalist [4.7k] // jhs x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au // 🥵

📝 what would you do if your friend’s younger sibling suddenly asks you for sex?

🗨️ KBFKDSBFKGH it was so filthy I don’t even know what I read (also there’s just something about a brother’s best friend!!!) 🥵😂

⭐Melatonin @taeinparis [3k] // jhs x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 sleeping at night was difficult for you, and atop of your boyfriend’s lawn mower-esk snoring, it was impossible. But luckily for you, he knows just the remedy to cure your sleeplessness (and hopefully his snoring).

🗨️ Iiiih this was so dirty, I loved it 💖 there was also a dash of fluff sprinkled in there, but mainly just smut 😂 🥵✨

⭐Our ‘Get Along’ Shirt @dreamyjoons [14.2k] // pjm x f.reader // e2l // 🥵

📝 another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. It’s never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.

🗨️ JFHKJSFKSDJDH— This was so fucking hilarious 😂 The sexual tension between them was SO HIGH 🥵 and when they finally snapped, oh dear God, it was so good! And the whole shit concept, so hilarious and their banter 😂 AND THE SWEAT??? I’m weak okay!! So freaking good, I loved it so much and Namjoon and the rest of the gang were just priceless. Jin at the end had me laughing so hard 🤭💯

⭐Just a Taste @yoonieper [14.2k] // pjm x f.reader // vampire!au, established relationship // 🥵🌩️😂

📝 they said having a relationship with a human wasn’t a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didn’t know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. That’s at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a drought….

🗨️ FUCK 😭 This was so fucking good I don’t even know where to begin??? The story in itself was so extremely good, whaaat. And Jimin was so nice, and their love for each other, so fucking pure 💜 This was an emotional rollercoaster and I fucking loved everything about it 😭 and the smut, God, it was so good— I don’t know what to say 😭 And then at the ending, the angst, fuck, I was so afraid if it was going to end just like that, but I was so glad that they found each other again 😭 This is a new favorite of mine, so good, it was slightly sad at times, like angsty, but the love that the have for each other, FUCK. So so fucking incredible 😭 Don’t mind all the crying, it’s happy tears, I promise 💖💯 Also, it’s mostly told in Jimin’s POV, which I just freaking love and it makes the story so good!!!

⭐High on Love @peachypinkygloss [6.4k] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship, racer!jimin // 🥵

📝 Jimin has once again won a race and he takes you out on a ride for the night, taking dangerous but very exciting risks. He should have expected that the rush of adrenaline in your body always turns you into a horny mess.

🗨️ I am just BLOWN AWAY by the fic– holy molly, was it dirty? Yes! Needy? Yes! Cute? Yes! Oh and the car racing, love, love, love! Like, everything in this. And the smut 🥵🥵🥵 I mean, it was so dirt and needy (yes I know I’m using the same words, lol), but FUCK. Incredible! Another ont to add to my faves ✨ And a big bonus for the phone messages, because that was fucking hot too!!! 🥵💯

⭐Bodyguard (there’s a pt 2) @yoonpobs [2.1k] // kth x f.reader // e2l, bodyguard!au // 🥵

📝 you protect taehyung from people but forget about the biggest threat. yourself.

🗨️ omg 🥵 This extremely good, so enticing and there was just all the build up sexual tension at the end— ugh! So good! 🥵 There wasn’t any smut in it, but damn it, it was still very lustful (I love those undertones). What’s not to love? It’s short, sweet and sensual ✨💯 There’s even a part two that I haven’t read yet!!!

⭐New Tricks @geniuslab [10.1k] // kth x f.reader // dog trainer!au, s2l // 🥵😂🥰

📝 when your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

🗨️ awww this was so fucking cute and fluff, I loved it som much 💖💯

⭐In my Head @sketchguk [8k] // kth x f.reader // college!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 taehyung’s friends love you ー adore you. they probably want to fuck you, but they’ll never admit to it. instead, they’ll push taehyung’s limits in the middle of a frat party, testing just how close they can get to you before he takes you to bed in a fit of jealousy. and maybe, just maybe, one of his friends can have a taste too (if he’s lucky).

🗨️ okay, okay. This was hella 🥵 Like WOAH, filthy, steamy and just dirty! I am so mad at Taehyung though! Like why can’t he be with OC? What is it that he can’t give her? But tbh, with the way that he’s acting, I feel like she should just get with one of his friends instead 😭 Like, it seems like Guk loves her so much, or Jimin, the little freak he was in this 🥵

⭐Gold Rush @ditttiii [4.4k] // kth x f.reader // s2l!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 kim taehyung is a walking heartbreak waiting to happen. all narrow eyes and long nose and devilish smirks, he is everyone’s dream. after months of sharing an elevator with the man who makes your heart race until you can scarcely breathe when the chance finally comes; are you willing to risk it all for his touch?

🗨️ OMG— I finally got to read this, and FUCK. SHIT. It is INSANELY beautiful (and sad too 🥹). But goddamn it, the love OC has for Taehyung, oh my. And the bittersweet feelings are what makes this hauntingly beautiful 💖 Again, I have a hard time coming up with words, words for how beautiful this masterpiece truly is 😭 Just— perfection 💯 Also, because it was so bittersweet, I really love the open ending, like getting to imagine whatever you like for this couple 😭💜

⭐To Give a Helping Hand (part 2) @oddinary4bts [3.1k] // jjk x f.reader // idol!au // 🥵

📝 when Jungkook finally approaches you at the gym, he realizes you’ve been wanting him just as badly as he’s been wanting you.

🗨️ In case you haven’t read part two, here’s your psa to do so right now. It’s just incredible (as everything that Ella writes, tbh ✨). OC is really being a brat in this one and JK is down baaaaaad 🥵

⭐Desire [ongoing series] pt1 + pt2 @jeonsbabygirlsworld [3k] // jjk x f.reader + myg x f.reader (ft. eunwoo) // slice of life!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 life was easy until you meet the eye candy of your life and the adventure with him is a hell of ride, but there is certain someone who seems to get hurt in this.

🗨️ It’s a very interesting story, it’s very complex and I can’t wait to read more!

⭐When Worlds Collide [ongoing series] @letjungcoook7 [currently loading…] // jjk x f.reader // college!au, slice of life!au, s2l, fuckboy!jk, virgin!reader // 🥵🌩️

📝 since your mother's passing a year ago, life has been a whirlwind. balancing your passion for ballet with a low-key presence at college, where you’re the top student, was your norm until Jungkook stepped into your world. known for his reputation preceding him, jungkook is the talk of the campus with his casual rendezvous that have the girls buzzing. despite his allure, you're puzzled by his need for your tutoring prowess, especially given his own academic merit. yet, succumbing to his persistent requests, you reluctantly agree, only to find yourself thrust into the spotlight you've always avoided.

🗨️ I’ve read the first two parts and they are AMAZING! The story is so interesting and I already know that there’s so much more to Jungkook and OC in this one. So exciting to read more!! ❤️‍🔥

⭐Liquor Lips @letjungcoook7 [1.5k] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 author didn’t write a summary.

🗨️ it was incredible good, like I want to read more (it’s not a series though!). It’s the perfect dirty little one-shot/drabble ❤️‍🔥

This month was really tough for me, mentally… I struggled with my own mental health and it got really bad. I was writing my major series (18 chapters god what was I thinking 😂) at the same time (still am lol), and I struggled with reading as I used to, so the list isn’t as long as normally, maybe, I did try to read a lot by the end of the month to make up for it. But yeah 🫶 Hopefully I have more time next month, because I expect to finish my series there, and then I’ll take a small break from writing and just read, because I really miss it 🥹

If you want more, you’re more than welcome to follow me! I do monthly rec lists and sometimes I post my own writing too (only bangtan).

Love you and Borahae 💜

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It's Always Been You

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A:N this isn't exactly what I pictured for this chapter, but it goes into more detail about their feelings. Which idk about you, but I have been dying to figure out.

Y/N stepped out of the apartment building, the cold night air whipping at her face and stinging her tear-stained cheeks. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to compose herself as she made her way down the sidewalk, her heels clicking against the pavement.

As she approached the curb, she saw a sleek grey Mercedes parked along the street, its engine idling softly. The driver's side door opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out, a concerned expression on his face as he hurried to greet her.

"Hi," he said, his voice warm and slightly hesitant. "Are you alright? I got scared you were gonna ditch me out here."

Y/N forced a laugh, the sound hollow and brittle to her own ears. She felt a pang of guilt at the concern in his voice. If only he knew how close she had come to canceling.

How the thought of walking back into that apartment and facing Jack again made her stomach churn with a sickening mixture of heartbreak and humiliation.

She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over once again.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't bear the thought of spending another night alone in her room, crying herself to sleep over a man who would never love her the way she wanted him to.

So instead, she pasted on a smile, straightening her shoulders with false bravado, hoping that the dim streetlights would hide the redness of her eyes and the tremor in her hands.

"No, no, I wouldn't do that," she said, her voice falsely bright. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit.

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. I just had a little trouble finding my keys." The lie tasted bitter on her tongue.

Liam studied her face for a moment, his blue eyes searching hers. His brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You look upset." He reached out tentatively, his fingertips grazing her arm in a comforting gesture.

Y/n hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as she debated whether to tell him the truth. She had only matched with Liam a while ago, and the last thing she wanted was to burden him with her problems.

But there was something about his gentle, caring demeanor that made her feel safe and understood. She met his gaze, seeing only kindness and warmth reflected back at her.

"It's nothing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She averted her gaze, focusing on a crack in the sidewalk. "Me and my roommate just had a disagreement. Happens all the time." The words felt flimsy, a poor attempt to downplay the depth of her pain.

Liam's expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his. His touch was warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the icy cold that surrounded them.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I hope tonight makes you feel better." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing gesture.

Y/N nodded, blinking back fresh tears. She drew in a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm sure it will Liam." She managed a small, grateful smile, hoping it reached her eyes.

The man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he held out his hand to her. "No worries," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.

"I'm just glad you're here. I've been looking forward to this all week." His excitement was palpable, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/N felt a flicker of warmth in her chest at his words, a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, this night wouldn't be a complete disaster.

She hesitated for a brief moment before placing her hand in his, letting him help her into the car, the leather seats cool and smooth against her bare legs. The simple chivalrous gesture made her feel cared for, a welcome change from the emptiness that had consumed her.

As they climbed into the warmth of the Mercedes, Y/N felt a flicker of something she hadn't felt in a long time: hope. Maybe, just maybe, Liam could help her forget about Jack, even for a little while.

She glanced over at him as he settled into the driver's seat, admiring the strong line of his jaw and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel with easy confidence.

they drove away from the curb, Y/N leaned her head back against the headrest, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to block out the memory of Jack's words, the look of pity and regret on his face as he shattered her heart into a million tiny pieces. She forced herself to take deep, even breaths, focusing on the present moment and the possibility of a fresh start.

.…

Jacks POV

Jack stormed back into the apartment, slamming the door behind him with a force that rattled the walls. His heart heart throbbed violently, a nauseating mixture of anger, jealousy, and regret churning in his stomach as he replayed the conversation with Y/N over and over again in his mind.

He paced the length of the living room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to calm the rage that threatened to consume him. The apartment felt too small, too cramped, the walls closing in on him as he struggled to breathe past the lump in his throat.

Everywhere he looked, he saw reminders of Y/N - the soft grey blanket she always curled up with on movie nights, the stack of her favorite books on the coffee table, the framed picture of the two of them at graduation, their arms around each other and their smiles wide and carefree.

He picked up the picture and stared at it for a long moment, his heart aching. He couldn't believe that everything was over. They had been together for so long, he couldn't imagine his life without her. He threw the picture across the room, where it shattered against the wall.

He sank down on the couch, his head in his hands.

With a growl of frustration, Jack snatched up his phone, his fingers shaking as he opened the tracking app and searched for Y/N's location. He knew it was wrong, knew that he had no right to invade her privacy like this, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know where she was, needed to know that she was safe.

The app showed her moving through the city, the little red dot that represented her weaving through the streets at a steady pace. Jack watched it for a long moment, his heart clenching with every passing second, before he finally tore his eyes away, disgusted with himself.

He stalked into the kitchen, his mind racing as he tried to think of something, anything, to distract himself from the pain that threatened to tear him apart.

His eyes fell on the recipe box that Y/N had brought with her when she moved in, the faded index cards inside filled with her grandmother's handwriting and the smells of childhood memories.

Before he knew what he was doing, Jack pulled the box open and flipped through the cards, his fingers tracing the loops and whorls of each letter.

He stopped at a card that had 'Grandma's Best Chocolate Chip Cookies' written in large, loopy letters. It was Y/N's favorite recipe, the one she always used to make when she was feeling down or just wanted to fill the house with the scent of home.

Jack was pulling out ingredients, his hands moving on autopilot as he measured and mixed and stirred, his movements slow and deliberate. He measured the flour and sugar, added the butter and eggs, and then stirred in the chocolate chips.

The smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air, the warm, comforting scent of Y/N's favorite cookies wrapping around him like a hug.

Jack took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He could do this. He could make these cookies, and maybe, just maybe, it would help him to feel a little bit closer to Y/N.

But even as he worked, his mind wouldn't let him rest. He kept seeing the look on Y/N's face as he told her he didn't feel the same way, the way her eyes had filled with tears and her lips had trembled with the effort of holding back a sob.

He kept hearing the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away from him, the finality of it like a knife to the heart.

The cookies came out of the oven, golden brown and perfect, but Jack barely noticed. He was too busy pacing the length of the kitchen, his phone clutched in his hand as he checked Y/N's location over and over again, watching as the little red dot moved further and further away from him.

The hours ticked by, the night deepening outside the windows as Jack lost himself in his thoughts. The apartment was a mess, the kitchen counter covered in flour and sugar and dirty mixing bowls, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

All he could think about was Y/N, and the way he had ruined everything with his cowardice and his fear.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Jack collapsed onto the couch, his body exhausted and his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes.

He closed his eyes, the image of Y/N's tear-stained face burned into his mind like a brand, a reminder of everything he had lost and everything he had thrown away.

Jack knew that he had no one to blame but himself, knew that he had let his own insecurities and doubts get in the way of something that could have been beautiful.

And now, as he lay there in the silence of the empty apartment, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon still lingering in the air, he couldn't help but wonder if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

…

Jack stood at the edge of the rink, his eyes glued to his phone as he refreshed Y/N's location for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Three days had passed since their argument, three days since she had walked out of the apartment and out of his life, and he still hadn't heard a word from her.

He had texted her countless times, his messages ranging from frantic apologies to desperate pleas for her to come home. But every time, he was met with silence, the little blue checkmarks next to his messages taunting him with their unresponsiveness.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice jolted him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Nico gliding towards him, a concerned expression on his face. Jack quickly shoved his phone into his pocket, hoping that his teammate hadn't noticed the way his hands were shaking.

"What's wrong with you, Jack?" Nico asked, his thick Swiss accent making the words sound even more blunt than they already were. "Did you break up with your girlfriend again?"

Jack flinched at the question, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. If only it were that simple, he thought bitterly. If only he had a girlfriend to break up with, instead of a best friend he had driven away with his own stupidity and cowardice.

"No," he said, his voice rough and hoarse from lack of sleep. "It's not that. It's... it's Y/N."

Nico's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in the dark circles beneath Jack's eyes and the gauntness of his cheeks. "Y/N?" he repeated, his voice laced with confusion. "What happened with Y/N?"

Jack sighed, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't told anyone about the argument, hadn't wanted to admit to the world how badly he had screwed things up.

But standing there on the ice, with Nico looking at him with such concern and understanding, he felt the words spilling out of him before he could stop them.

"I messed up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I told her I didn't feel the same way about her, and now she's gone. She hasn't come home in three days, and she won't answer any of my texts or calls. I don't know what to do."

“You idiot,” he said, but his voice lacked any real malice. “Why would you say something like that to her? You know how much she cares about you.”

“I know,” Jack said miserably. “I just... I panicked. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to hurt her. But I guess I did anyway.”

Nico was silent for a moment, his eyes searching Jack's face as if he were trying to read the truth behind his words. Finally, he spoke, his voice gentle but firm.

"Jack," he said, his hand coming up to rest on his teammate's shoulder. "I know you care about Y/N, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. You need to give her space, need to let her come to you when she's ready."

Jack shook his head, his eyes stinging with the threat of tears. "I can't," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose her, Nico. She's my best friend, the most important person in my life. I don't know how to be without her."

Nico sighed, his eyes softening with sympathy. "I know," he said, his voice almost tender. "But you can't force her to forgive you, Jack. You have to let her come to that decision on her own. And in the meantime, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. You're no good to anyone if you're running yourself into the ground like this."

Jack knew that Nico was right, knew that he couldn't keep going on like this. But the thought of letting go, of giving up on the one person who meant everything to him, made his chest ache with a pain that felt almost physical.

"I don't know if I can do that," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat. "I don't know if I'm strong enough."

Nico smiled, his hand squeezing Jack's shoulder in a gesture of comfort and support. "You are," he said, his voice filled with quiet confidence.

"You're one of the strongest people I know, Jack. And you're not alone in this. Your team is here for you, and we'll support you every step of the way."

Jack felt a rush of gratitude at his teammate's words, a tiny flicker of hope sparking to life in his chest. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be days when the pain would feel like too much to bear.

But with his friends by his side, and the memory of Y/N's smile to guide him, he knew that he could find his way back to the light, no matter how dark the path might seem.

"Thanks, Nico," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Nico grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Probably drive yourself crazy," he said, his tone teasing. "But that's what friends are for, right?"

Jack laughed, the sound weak and watery, but genuine, nonetheless. And as he stepped back onto the ice, his skates cutting through the smooth surface with a newfound sense of purpose.

…

y/n’s POV

Y/N sat on Liam's couch, her phone clutched in her hand as she scrolled mindlessly through her social media feeds. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the shower running in the bathroom. She tried to focus on the pictures and posts flashing across her screen, but her mind kept drifting back to the one person she was trying so hard to forget.

Jack.

The name echoed in her mind like a heartbeat, a constant reminder of the pain and heartbreak she had left behind. It had been three days since she had walked out of their apartment, three days since she had last seen his face or heard his voice.

And yet, he was still there, lurking in the corners of her mind like a ghost she couldn't shake.

She knew that she was just using Liam as a distraction, a way to numb the ache in her chest and forget about the hole in her heart. But he was a good one, always there with a smile and a joke whenever she needed it most.

Whenever she found herself slipping back into thoughts of Jack, Liam would appear at her side, his presence a comforting reminder that she wasn't alone.

Y/N sighed, her fingers hovering over her phone screen as she debated whether to check Jack's social media. She knew it was a bad idea, knew that seeing his face would only make the pain worse. But a part of her couldn't help but wonder what he was doing, couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking of her too.

Before she could give in to the temptation, the sound of Liam's voice broke through her thoughts.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower, Y/N," he called out, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he grabbed some clothes from his bedroom.

Y/N looked up from her phone, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Okay, don't take too long," she called back, her voice light and teasing.

She heard the bathroom door click shut, and then the sound of the shower turning on, the water pattering against the tiles in a steady rhythm. Y/N leaned back against the couch cushions, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to push away the thoughts of Jack that still lingered in her mind.

But even as she sat there, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Liam's apartment, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The ache in her chest was still there, a constant reminder of the love she had lost and the friendship she had left behind.

Jack's absence left a void that no amount of distraction could fill, and Y/n was beginning to realize that she needed to confront her feelings head-on. The sound of running water filled the room, Y/n closed her eyes, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation with her emotions.

Her phone pinging broke the silence of his living room. "can’t wait to see you! mom and I gonna pick you up from the airport." The text from Luke read.

Y/N's heart sank as she read the text message, the words on the screen a stark reminder of the life she had left behind. In the whirlwind of emotions and distractions of the past few days, she had completely forgotten about their planned weekend trip back to Michigan.

She cursed under her breath, her mind already racing with the logistics of packing and getting to the airport on time. A glance at the clock on the wall told her it was already 10:30, and she knew that Jack would likely be home by now, probably wondering where she was and why she hadn't come back.

With a sigh, Y/N threw her phone into her purse and made her way over to the bathroom door. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the wood as she debated what to say. Finally, she knocked softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

"Hey Liam," she called out, her tone apologetic. "I totally forgot I have a weekend trip to pack for. I need to head out."

There was a pause, and then the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. Liam peeked his head out, his hair damp and his skin glistening with water droplets. He had a small smile on his lips, but Y/N could see the disappointment lurking in his eyes.

"Oh, okay," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Do you need a ride? I can take you."

Y/N hesitated, the offer tempting in its simplicity. It would be so easy to let Liam drive her home, to put off the inevitable confrontation with Jack for just a little while longer.

But she knew that she couldn't keep running forever, knew that eventually, she would have to face the music and deal with the consequences of her actions.

"No, that's okay," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I can take a cab. I don't want to put you out."

Liam shook his head, his smile widening. "Don't be silly," he said, his tone light and teasing. "I was just getting out anyway. Let me drive you back home."

Y/N felt a rush of gratitude at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest at the kindness and generosity of his offer. She knew that she was lucky to have him in her life, knew that he would always be there for her, no matter what the future might hold.

"Okay," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Liam. I really appreciate it."

Liam grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anything for you, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with a fondness that made her heart ache. "Just give me a minute to get dressed, and we'll be on our way."

Y/N nodded, her throat tight with emotion as she watched him disappear back into the bathroom. She knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be moments of doubt and uncertainty.

And as she stood there, waiting for Liam to emerge from the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, the journey ahead would lead her back to the place she had always called home, back to the love that had always been waiting for her, just out of reach.

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The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the emergency exit sign at the end of the corridor. Her footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, each step bringing her closer to the door of the apartment she shared with Jack.

Y/N's heart raced as she stepped out of the elevator, the familiar scent of home filling her nostrils.

Liam followed close behind her, his presence a comforting warmth at her back. Y/N could feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her shirt, and for a moment, she allowed herself to lean into him, to draw strength from his solid, steady presence.

But just as they were about to reach the door, Liam's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around Y/N's wrist and pulling her back towards him. She let out a gasp of surprise, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face him.

In the dim light of the hallway, Liam's face was shadowed, his features obscured by the darkness. But Y/N could still see the glint of his eyes, the curve of his lips as he smiled down at her. His breath ghosted across her cheek, warm and slightly sweet, like he had just taken a sip of hot cocoa.

Y/N's heart raced as Liam pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist like a coil of heat. The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the elevator buttons behind them.

The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and the faint aroma of cleaning products, a sharp contrast to the warm, spicy scent of Liam's cologne.

His face was mere inches from hers, his eyes dark and intense in the dim light. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the sound so loud that she was sure he could hear it too.

"I had a great few days with you," Liam murmured, his voice low and husky. His fingers trailed up her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Y/N shivered, her skin tingling with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.

She knew that she should pull away, knew that this was a dangerous game to play. But there was something about the way Liam looked at her, something about the heat in his gaze and the strength of his touch, that made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

The world around them seemed to fade away, the sound of the elevator and the hum of the fluorescent lights receding into the background.

All Y/N could focus on was the warmth of Liam's body against hers, the way his fingers tangled in her hair and his breath mingled with her own.

She didn't hear the soft ding of the elevator arriving on their floor, didn't hear the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart, the rush of blood in her ears as Liam leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above her own.

Her head was spinning, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger, frustration, and desperation. It was time to stop chasing after a dream that would never come true, time to stop pining for a man who would never see her as anything more than a friend.

And in that moment, something inside her snapped. Before she could think twice, Y/N reached up and grabbed Liam's face, pulling him down to her level and crashing her lips against his.

The kiss was hot and hungry, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing that had been building inside her for so long. Y/N poured everything she had into that kiss, every ounce of emotion and desire and desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, she could find with Liam what she had always wanted with Jack.

But even as Liam's arms wrapped around her waist, even as his tongue tangled with hers and his hands roamed over her body, Y/N knew that it wasn't enough.

The spark that she felt with Jack, the electricity that crackled between them every time they touched, was conspicuously absent.

Kissing Liam was nice, but it didn't set her soul on fire the way Jack's mere presence did.

Finally, Y/N pulled back, her chest heaving and her lips swollen. She looked up at Liam, her eyes searching his face for some sign of the connection she so desperately craved.

But all she saw was a man who cared for her, who wanted to be there for her, but who could never make her feel the way Jack did.

"I'll see you when I get back, Liam," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Three days. And I’ll come home."

Liam's face softened, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks. "Okay, Y/N," he murmured, his voice gentle and understanding. "Don’t forget about me." And so, with a final, shuddering breath, Y/N pulled back from Liam's embrace, her eyes shining with a new determination.

"Y/N?"

Y/N's shoulders tensed, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face the source of the sound. And there, standing at the end of the hallway, his face a mask of shock and hurt, was Jack.

The sight of him hit her like a punch to the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp. He looked tired and worn, his hair disheveled and his eyes rimmed with red.

Even in the dim light of the hallway, she could see the pain etched into every line of his face, the betrayal and confusion swirling in his gaze.

"Jack," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

But even as the words left her lips, she knew they were a mistake. She could see the anger flashing in Jack's eyes, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

In that moment, she knew that whatever fragile peace they had managed to maintain over the past few days was about to come crashing down around them.

The hallway suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in on her like a vice. The scent of cigarette smoke and cleaning products was overwhelming, making her head spin and her stomach churn. And still, Jack stood there, his gaze boring into hers like a laser, his presence a physical force that she could feel in every cell of her body.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, to try to explain or apologize or beg for forgiveness. But before she could get a word out she thought back to their fight. The things jack had said to her in this same cover of darkness.

Jack brushed past, his steps leading him into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding thud. Y/N felt like she had been punched in the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp.

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jung-shook-iieee · 1 year

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3:15 | JJK

⊶ pairing : jungkook x venom x reader. (f)

⊶ Warnings : cw: 18+ , alien sex? Not technically lol, unprotected sex, creampies, size difference, size kink, belly bulge, stalking, mention of eating people.. Yikes *, overstimulation.

⊶ Word count : 1.4k

" Jungkook and venom really likes you. "

⊶ A/N : venom is scary. Isn't he? 👀

⊶ A/N2 : don't ask me why I wrote this I mean i was just watching an edit of jk x venom and in the next few moment I started writing this. Hehe :)

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Jungkook and his alien buddy aka venom doesn't know if that is love.

They only know that you make their heart beats fast every time they see you; they know that their palms start to sweat when they watch you smile at men who are not them; they both know why their stomach stops growling when your eyes meet by sheer coincidence and they know their cocks gets hard when they silently watch you sleep, hiding in the darkness of your bedroom.

Even though jungkook's body accepted the symbiote but still venom needed permission from his higher ups to stay here a bit longer.

You won't believe how strongly jungkook and the symbiote had built their relationship over a short period of time. They were one after all.

They both followed you around town while you ran errands in that nice short sundress and picturing how you were wearing nothing underneath. They would learned the streets and routes you took when you went out shopping with your friends, the stores you liked best, the dishes you preferred to eat when you went out to lunch with them, the drinks you loved to sip on warm afternoons. They watched as you turned away men who approached you on the way home, the ones who whistled at you - and wasn't it quite mysterious why those men disappeared the next day?

And there's no way you would know that the symbiote ate them alive after you left. Right? :)

And they weren't always this crazy about you. They weren't even aware of your existence until that day. The day when you were going home back and you were drunk, some old perverts tried to molest you. You surely did not remember them, but the moment jungkook laid his eyes on you he lost it, and so did venom. They helped you did not they? Venom munched on their livers in front of you and you weren't even scared of that..!! That's how they knew you were the one.

But jungkook did not wanted to take risk so he asked venom not to do something stupid, which might scare you away.

But then why in the middle of the night you feel yourself being dragged out of your bed by a strange presence??? It must be your dreams, those filthy dreams which can not be converted into reality right? But the grip on your hips were too strong to be a dream.

Jungkook sometimes fail to resist you, he's a human after all! and venom would only ignite his filthy thoughts about you , so they both sneak in your room and sometimes he let venom take control.....!!!!

Jungkook easily lifts you by the waist. he rips off your panties with his thick fingers, his chest is hard as he pulls you toward him, and a thick cock begins to rub between your folds.

"we're gonna make you feel so good princess. " Venom speaks inside jungkook's mind and jungkook mumbled a ' yes. '

" She's ours gguk, make her ours. " Venom growls over jungkook's shoulders, jungkook nodded his head, " She's mine, she's ours. "

it certainly can't be a dream, right? not when your cunt is completely soaked and jungkook starts hissing in frustration when his thick cock doesn't fit your tight slit.

your head falls back as the thick tip of his cock rubs between your slick folds and brushed against your nub.

" Just fuck her goddam kid. " Venom grumbles impatiently.

" Shut up V. We don't want to wake her up now. It's too risky. " Jungkook warned venom.

" Then let her see us, feel us. Let me out I'll take her. " Venom said impatiently inside jungkook's head. Jungkook knew you would not be able to take the symbiote for sure, he would have to prep you for that first.

" No we can't do that right now, fuck fine wait. " Jungkook frowned and he slammed his inside you making you whimper in your sleep. You arched your back and opened your mouth slightly.

"feels good, doesn't it, pretty baby?" Jungkook asks clutching your hips and using you like a fleshlight.

your sloppy cunt makes obscene noises as you are rocked back and forth, your nails scratch his thick arms, and as you reach the edge you gush onto his long shaft.

his chest slowly rises and falls, Beel feels so frustrated. your sweet cunt is too tight for his monstrous cock - damn it, by dint of grinding his head into your slit he'll end up cumming even before he has tasted your smooth walls.

" Ahh. Sto-p." you sob, looking between your thighs, with blurry eyes, slick of pre-cum mixed with your cream coats his huge cock, sliding over your thighs and down your legs.

" Don't stop gguk she's desperate for us. You cannot stop. " Jungkook nods and bites lower lip as started thrusting faster inside you.

Venom increased jungkook's dick size inside you and you can't get enough of it. Your eyes we're teary you could clearly make the difference between a dream and reality but you couldn't utter any word. You weren't pushing him away either and that made jungkook confused

Jungkook holds you firmly under your knees before spreading your legs wide and taking a deep breath. "you smell good and i'm sure you taste even better," he licks his lips before lining you up on his cock.

"Yes she smells divine jeon, the next time I'm eating her out till she faints. " Venom said over jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook only laughed at that.

his cock bullies its way into your slit. he stretches and spreads your cunt inch by inch. you cream when he's half inside, making his job easier.

You moan and cry out as his big hands hold you firmly, . his fat cock throbs inside your slit - in the darkness of the room you can glimpse the outline of his cock in your belly. it makes you feel dirty and aroused, being used as a toy by that creature or human as if you were made just to satisfy those huge, hungry beasts.

Jungkook knows venom is making his dick too big for you, but nothing can stop him, not now that your pretty pussy tightens around his fat girth. his cock throbs as he thrusts deep into it, his balls finally hitting your ass as he begins to bounce you on his veiny shaft.

he tosses you up and down on his veiny cock clutching you behind your knees, holding you wide open as you scream and cum - and he thrusts even deeper, making you come again and again.

" She's such a good girl," Venom murmurs in jungkook's ear as your legs dangle over his forearms. you could cum again just from the position, you're sure.

you become a doll in jungkook's arms as he uses you, bounces you up and down, licks and sucks your neck, murmurs in your ear before filling your belly with his sticky seed

there's so much of it. more and more, there seems to be no end. fills your belly and overflows from your cunt. his cum gushes from your slit even though his thick cock plugs it inside.

when he pulls it out, a pop echoes in your room.

your mixed cum slides out of you and he casually drops you on the mattress. shocked and still shaking you try to catch your breath, your spread pussy is aching, and your limbs are flabby as you slump onto the pillow and fall asleep exhausted.

They both admire the view huffing, venom would fuck you the next time he already made that decision.

They kissed you and cleaned you, though venom was persistent on leaving you like this so you could remember this but jungkook cleaned you nevertheless. He's a good guy isn't he?

Jungkook tucked you under the blanket and left with venom.

maybe you'll have a different dream this time or maybe you'll dream them again. Because, it was a dream after all, wasn't it?

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btsugarush · 4 months

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In These Streets | jhs [m.list]

❝i don’t care what anyone says, i want you.❞

summary: in this modern day romeo and juliet, you fall in love with jung hoseok; a carefree, street tough who introduces you to life in his hood.

pairings: jung hoseok x f!reader.

warnings: smut, fluff, drugs, strong language, violence, angst, 18+, minors dni.

author’s note: so, this is another wip that i’ve been thinking of for a while. i’ve wanted to write for hoseok since i first wrote gangsta so here it is.

©btsugarush. please do not repost.

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eoieopda · 1 year

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liar, liar (jhs)

Hoseok suspects that you’re “phoning it in” while sexting and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t call your bluff.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x AFAB!Reader Type: Smut (18+ — EXPLICIT — MINORS DNI!) Word Count: 5K CW: Hoseok POV; cocky, fuckbuddy!Hoseok; soooo much teasing; masturbation with an audience (f); oh, the dirty talk; unprotected sex (p in v); Hoseok hits it from the back; overstimulation; squirting; multiple orgasms, etc. A/N: Inspired by some of the responses to @here2bbtstrash’s horny headcanon ask game 😈 Specifically, this and this.

Hoseok is a lot of things: a connoisseur with a dutifully refined palate; an archivist, collecting your artful nudes in a museum only his face can unlock; an absolute demon in his sexual prime. What Hoseok isn’t is a much shorter list: a goddamn idiot, though you seem to be taking him for one.

He’s not sure how he knows it — maybe he has a sixth sense for this sort of thing — but when he reads your text, telling him how wet you are for him, that’s not the way he pictures you.

Little liar that you are, Hoseok suspects that you’re half-awake in bed, going through the motions while some mindless drama plays in the background. In fact, if he knows you the way he thinks he does, you’re probably elbow-deep in a bag of kkobuk chips.

To your credit, you don’t make it obvious — not in your words, that is. You describe in poetically pornographic detail what you claim to want to do to him; and he’d be lying if he said his joggers weren’t growing increasingly tight with every little obscenity you send his way. You made one mistake, though, and Hoseok can’t let it go.

He could pick your disastrously thick, downright bite-worthy ass out of a lineup — and he knows that the picture you just sent him is one you’ve sent before.

It takes a minute for him to force his eyes off your supple skin and throw himself out of his bed, but Hoseok eventually manages. He tugs on a shirt, then a jacket for good measure, and then he stalks off towards the door to his apartment. Shoes on and keys in hand, he’s on his way to you before he can think once, let alone twice.

When he hits the sidewalk, it’s the fury of a fuck buddy scorned that propels him up four blocks to your place. Then, desperation and aching balls force him to skip the usual, friendly conversation with your doorman as he breaches your apartment building. Finally, with a bit of menace — for zest — his knuckles rap against your door. His jaw is clenched and twitching slightly when you finally answer, looking good enough to eat in your baggy sweatpants and shocked expression.

“Jay?” You squeak out your little nickname for him. Cute. Your frenzied hands then fly up to scrape fly-aways back into the bun sitting crooked on the top of your head. “What are you doing here? My place is a mess right now. I’m a mess right now — I wasn’t expecting company.”

Hoseok smirks, revels in the fact that he’s caught you red-handed, and slips past you into your apartment. Before your brain can catch up to this turn events, he gazes at you through narrowed eyes while his head cocks to one side. At first, he says nothing. He simply lets you simmer; make-up free cheeks burning maroon while your dumbstruck mouth hangs slightly open.

“So,” he snips. Your knees wobble a bit under the heat of his gaze; he knows exactly what it does to you when he plays up the assertive attitude. "It would seem that we’ve got a credibility problem, petal.”

Your mouth closes, but your eyes grow wider with the practiced, twinkling innocence only a guilty person can sell. Hoseok can hear the gears turning in your brain as you try to think up an excuse for sexting him on autopilot. Lucky for you, he’s got all the time in the world to wait while you spin your wheels over the issue.

Lucky for him, granting you leave to answer and toying with you aren’t mutually exclusive.

When he steps closer to you, you inch away until your back bumps against the wall behind you. A tiny gasp escapes; your warm breath fans out over his neck as he leans down to you. You’re not entirely chest-to-chest — not yet anyway — but the consequences your actions had on him earlier are still palpable. He knows you can feel it, too, nudging the space just above your hip bone.

Hoseok, ever the tease, takes the hem of your t-shirt between his thumb and middle finger. Running the tips along the seam there, he tugs so lightly that the movement barely registers. Even still, it’s enough pressure to make your nipples peak through the fabric — just like he’d hoped. Meanwhile, your eyes shake as you stare, unblinking, up at him.

You are so fucking pretty when you shiver.

Pulling just a little bit harder on the end of your shirt, Hoseok leans in even closer. You push up, ever so slightly, onto your toes like you’re waiting to be kissed. He wants to indulge you — he knows you know that — but he’s determined to hold the line. You whine when he turns away at the eleventh hour so that his lips instead hover below your ear.

“You had so much to say over text,” he hums as he fidgets absently with your top. “Can’t help but feel a little neglected, honestly. Where’s all that big talk now?”

With his voice dropped low like that, Hoseok wonders if you feel it vibrate against your neck. You whimper, wordlessly confirming that you do. When he eliminates whatever remains of the distance between you, the tip of his nose bumps your jaw at the same time his swollen dick presses more firmly against your abdomen. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of you swallowing down a moan.

He smirks as you shift. You’re subtle with it, but he knows what you’re trying to do — sidle up closer, get his lips to finally touch your skin. On any other day, you’d win him over in a heartbeat. You’d get him now if you used those honeyed words of yours in person.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts with a disapproving click of his tongue. Doubling down, he holds his hands up and out to the side where you can see them but not touch them, “Not laying a finger on you until you speak up.”

You pinch your bottom lip between your teeth as the tip of his nose once again prods your jaw. Now, that won’t do. “Not gonna give you my lips, or teeth, or tongue, either, if you can’t say that same filthy shit with your whole chest.”

What he does give you is a microscopic roll of his hips. There’s hardly friction at all — no relief. Maddeningly, it just compounds that dull ache you cursed him with. The only benefit Hoseok reaps from that tiny movement is the pout that blossoms on your face when you realize:

Playing stupid games wins you stupid prizes.

“Aren’t you curious?” His gaze drops to your lips for half a moment — long enough for you notice — then his eyes raise again to bore into yours. “About how good you could have it if you weren’t just going through the motions?”

You finally open your mouth. All he gets is his last initial, drawn out and quiet, but still so needy.

“Jay.”

“Nah,” he laughs darkly. The corner of his mouth pulls up into that smug, lopsided smile he knows will fuck you right up. “I’m Hoseok to you tonight, petal — and I don’t give a shit about the state of your apartment, or whether or not you shaved your legs.”

Your frown deepens when he backs away, but goddamn, does your face light up when he starts walking in the direction of your bedroom.

With how expressive you are, you’re unbelievably easy to tease. Any reaction Hoseok could ever want from you is broadcasted in an instant all over your sweet face. He has to bite back an endeared grin before he glances back at you over his shoulder — only to find that you’re still holding the wall up.

“Cat got your tongue and your legs? Damn!”

He’s already crossing the threshold into your bedroom when you finally take your cue to follow him. That adorable, confused crease reappears between your eyebrows when he goes for your vanity instead of the bed set up on the opposite side of your room. Grabbing the stool, he pulls it out and sits down. He then gestures languidly with his palm extended, silently inviting you to sit across from him on the edge of your mattress.

Abundantly cautious, you quietly study his face as you sink down onto your unmade bed. Your voice drips with suspicion when you ask, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Hoseok chuckles with a shake of his head and an admittedly devilish grin. He runs his palms over the thighs of his joggers, praying he’ll be able to shed them soon — just not too soon. “That’s precisely the point, petal.”

His words clearly haven’t sunk in yet, so you cross your arms over your chest and one leg over the other. Then, you wait — albeit not patiently — for an explanation he’s not going to offer.

Hoseok tilts his head to the side as he stares back at you. On the nights when you actually expect to see him, you tend to be more dolled up than you are now. He understands that, but he can’t figure out what you meant when you called yourself a mess. You may not be wearing the fatal lingerie from that recycled photo, but that fact doesn’t make him want to unwrap the gift in front of him any less.

Doesn’t make him want to tease you any less, either.

“Well, then,” he starts simply with a shrug, “Show me.”

You might be genuinely puzzled by this, but then again, you might be fucking with him now, too. You swallow, blink back at him all slow and cute. “Show you what, exactly?”

Hoseok leans back against your vanity and rests his elbows on the tabletop. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he answers, and the way your hungry eyes follow its path isn’t lost on him. Though he won’t show his cards just yet, he’s dying to give you every sick little thing you want — so long as you open that pretty mouth of yours and speak it into existence.

Until then, he’s prepared to coax it out of you.

“Show me how you want me to touch you.”

Your eyebrows raise. That cotton candy blush sweeps over your cheeks again and it takes a conscious effort not to palm his own dick through his pants. He wonders if you taste like cotton candy, too.

A few moments stagger past while the two of you sit at an impasse, simply staring at one another in tension-riddled silence. He’s determined not to buckle, though that little pout of yours would normally have him on his knees by now. He’ll gladly be your toy any other night of the week, but this time, he’s not backing down.

With a tiny huff, you stand up on wobbly knees. Your arms cross over your stomach as you reach for the hem of your shirt, then you pull them back up slowly, taking your shirt with them. It’s not a sight he’ll ever get tired of — not one he ever takes for granted, either — watching the way your tits bounce when their only covering slips up and away.

When it really comes down to it, though, it’s what comes next that really turns him feral.

Your nimble fingers work out the knotted drawstring at the waistband of your sweatpants; Hoseok is all but drooling with anticipation. No late night photo of your ass could ever replicate the effect that the real thing has on him. There’s no comparison, no substitute. He groans without meaning to when that thick fabric slides down your silky thighs and lands with a muffled sound at your feet.

As he suspected, there’s no black lace to be found underneath. Hoseok feels validated, but more importantly, he feels his dick twitch against the confines of his pants when he sees the faint gloss of arousal on the upper-most part of your inner thighs. He tears his eyes away and follows your legs all the way down when you bend to pull your discarded sweats off your ankles.

He’s not sure if he’s capable of speech, so he doesn’t instruct you further. Instead, he opts to observe with a clenched jaw as you sit down on the edge of your bed. Once your bare ass meets the duvet, you push yourself back until there’s enough room for your legs. Your heels come to rest in front of you, but you keep your knees together — still hiding.

Really, he’s on the brink of begging. Hoseok can’t let it show, though. He fixes his dark-eyed stare on you and smirks, hoping one look is enough to prompt those perfect legs to spread. When they actually do, he swallows down a growl.

Fuck.

Your face and your pussy are tied for first, both the most angelic thing Hoseok’s ever fucking seen. Inside his mouth, he captures his tongue between the tips of his teeth to keep it to himself. There isn’t a part of you he doesn’t want to savor. Nowhere on your body he doesn’t want to nip at, suckle and mark.

Leaning your weight onto one hand, you slide the other down your navel. Then, his eyes follow it as it trails over the soft hair he’s told you a thousand times he doesn’t mind; but which is likely the reason you look so self-conscious now. Your hand stops to rest just above your clit and Hoseok doesn’t know if it’s nerves or showmanship that justifies the pause.

“Go on,” he sounds casual when he says it as if this isn’t killing him any less than it is you. “Prove that you meant what you say.”

Finally. Movement.

The tip of your middle finger dips down between your folds, and Hoseok can hear how thoroughly you’ve drenched yourself. He can hear your little mewls, too, as your fingertip wades through your wet heat, then travels back up to your clit. Slow spirals follow, underscored by breathy moans.

“Shit,” you sigh as your eyes flutter and your head falls back. Is that really all you’ve got to say? You push up slightly onto your heels, swirl your hips in microscopic circles opposite to your finger’s ministrations.

Hoseok knows it’s not enough for you. Your greedy pussy is screaming for more; he hears it loud and clear from his spot several meters away. It begs to be filled, knuckle-deep, and craves teasing pressure at an angle that’s difficult for you to meet on your own. He doesn’t move to help you, though. He just lets you try to mimic the way his longer digits make you feel.

It’s frustrating, sitting there with his hands kept to himself. If he’s not going to wield them against you, his only other instinct is to tend to the painfully hard dick leaking pre-cum inside his boxers. Unfortunately, it’s your touch he wants, not his own. Maybe if he gets you talking, you’ll unravel faster and earn a reward.

“I wanna see you finger-fuck yourself,” Hoseok’s gruff voice surprises you and causes your doe eyes to snap open. They lock in on his face, clearly flustered by his assertiveness. “Stretch that pretty pussy for me, petal. Need to know you can take it when I finally let you have my cock.”

You sound like an angel when you sigh like that. Hoseok grits his teeth and swallows hard. It dawns on him then that he may be torturing himself more than he’s torturing you. Every muscle in his body is threatening to mutiny, but he refuses to indulge their cries to move. Thankfully, you do.

As your finger penetrates your hole for the first time, Hoseok’s can’t decide which sound is his favorite: the moan that starts in the depths of your chest and only builds as it exits your mouth, or the squelch of your cunt as you tease yourself. Maybe it’s the slight squeak of the bed frame when you begin to grind down against your hand, pushing your finger in deeper towards your detonator and increasing the pressure of the heel of your hand against your clit.

You whimper his name and that settles it — that little plea is the best noise he’s ever heard. “H-Hoseok!”

At this point, he’d be quick to soothe you, rush over to gift you that orgasm you’re so desperately chasing. Instead, he stays planted in his seat, tilts his head to the side, and hums fondly, “Yes, petal? You wanna cum?”

He gets an eager, desperate nod in response which is nowhere near good enough. Please just learn your lesson so he can fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Just — “Tell me, then. I’ve read your bark; show me your bite.”

You add a second finger, and your head drops forward. The pace increases and — fuck — you’re gushing. Your arousal catches the light as it drips down the length of your fingers and pools in the palm of your hand.

Please, please, please just say what you need.

“Agh!” Your frustration peaks and you wail, panting. A sheen of sweat breaks out on your forehead, matching the slick on your collarbones. “Want to cum. Fuck, I — ah! — I need to cum so fucking bad, Hoseok, p-please. I want to feel you in my stomach. I — mmnh — need you to fill me.”

Hoseok has options. He could continue to sit there, watching you fall apart, and try not to cream his fucking pants. He could break his cardinal rule and impale you on his dick before making you cum twice first. Or, he could tag you out; take care of you and guide you right off the edge.

He gets to his feet before he even settles on a plan. The distance between you closes quickly, and then he wraps his hand around your straining wrist. You crash back against the mattress with relief washing over your face — and you have no idea what that aid is going to look like. He settles on his knees, one between yours and the other on the outside of your right leg.

“Got you, petal,” Hoseok murmurs.

His left hand cradles the back of your neck and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. As he does, his right hand slips between your thighs. You moan into his open mouth, and he swallows it. He accepts your tongue without resistance, too; the same way your pussy takes his middle and ring fingers. Thoroughly soaked, he bottoms out quickly at the knuckles.

Immediately, he angles his fingers upright, presses the tips against your g-spot, and sets a punishing pace. The babbling that pulls from you is barely louder than current below, but Hoseok gives credit where it’s due: You cry out, clear as a bell, “G-gonna make me cum all over your fingers. Feel so f-fucking good!”

And you do, hard. Your release spills over his hand and soaks the sheet underneath you as you writhe underneath him.

Hoseok kisses you, deep and desperate, but he can’t stop there. He presses his forehead against yours, looks you dead in the eye, and then he begs, “One more, petal. Gimme one more and then I’ll fuck you stupid, I promise.”

You clench your jaw tightly and nod. Thankfully, you don’t make him wait long. He watches your eyes screw shut, then your mouth fall open. When your second orgasm rips through you, you’re too far gone to make a sound. On otherwise dead air, it’s just the flurry of expletives tumbling out of Hoseok’s mouth and the river he’s fucked out of you.

When the aftershocks eventually peter out, you slump back on top of your doused duvet. You throw an arm over your face as you attempt to catch your breath. While you do, Hoseok’s hand finds a new occupation in caressing the curve of your hip. You can’t see the pride in his smile, but it’s there.

“Don’t think I’ve ever heard you say cum out loud before,” He grins. Your move your arm just slightly, but it’s enough for him to see the one eye you’ve cracked open to glare at him. He gently and repeatedly taps your hip bone with the pad of his thumb until your face dissolves into a hard-fought smile. “Hot as fuck, in case you were wondering.”

You give up your hiding place and let your arm drop down beside you. Better still, you raise an eyebrow and hum, “I wasn’t, but d’you wanna know what I am wondering?”

Hoseok captures your lips in another kiss, though he doesn’t linger the way he wants to. “Sure fuckin’ do,” he says on a weighty exhale. He means it; he’s dying to hear whatever it is you’re about to say.

It’s difficult with the way you’ve melted into your bed, but you still manage to tilt your head to the side. Though he can’t know for sure, Hoseok suspects that the way your tongue glides over your kiss-bitten lips is payback for the way he’d looked at you earlier. He’s certain that this little tease looks far better on you than on anyone else — himself included.

As you speak, you pinch the hem of his shirt between your thumb and middle finger. You trace the seam, tug it with a force that barely makes the fabric flutter but still threatens to knock him out. Shit, the toll you take on him when you use his own actions against him…

“Tell me why you’re not naked yet, Hoseok,” you drawl, letting the last syllable click in your mouth. The wicked glint in your eyes makes his dick twitch; he knows you felt it jump on the top of your thigh. “You gonna fuck me stupid, or are you a liar, too?”

In a frenzy, he grabs both sides of your face and kisses you hard. You open your mouth against his, keening as he licks into your mouth. It’s now that he realizes he was right about something else, too: there’s a faint taste of kkobuk chips that barely registers when his tongue savors yours.

With a melodramatic gasp, he pulls away in order to point an accusatory finger at you, “I fucking knew it!”

It’s clear by the slight furrow of your brows that you have no idea what he’s talking about. In short order, you ignore the self-satisfied grin he’s wearing. Then, you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. You pull a growl out of him in the process, “Goddamn it. I love it when you do that.”

“Hoseok!” You whine as your restless hands paw at his still-clothed chest. The pout he loves so much takes up residency on your face, shuts him right up. “Clothes off! Please, please, please — I’m dying here.”

He, a bastard, blinks down at you with the most convincing bemusement he can muster at a time like this. He asks, “Dying? For what?”

You don’t bother to respond with words this time. Lips pursed with effort, you wrap your arms around him tight and pull him all the way down on top of you. Undeterred by the weight of his body on yours, your unchecked arousal empowers you to roll until you’ve got him pinned on his back beneath you.

That look in your eyes — that feral one, where your pupils swallow up your irises — tells him everything he needs to know. He lets your rabid hands rip his shirt over his head; his hands drop down until his thumbs hook under the waistbands of his joggers and boxers in tandem. Before he can begin to tug them down, you swat his hands away and take over.

“Shit,” he hums, impressed, “Did I awaken something in you, petal?”

You shoot him a smirk and the way his unrestrained dick leaps at the sight of you makes Hoseok consider the possibility that you’re telekinetic. Amusement clear on your face, you lift a hand to run the top of your index finger along the vein trailing down his length. You shrug, suddenly nonchalant, “You wanna sit here and discuss it, or do you wanna feel that cock twitch inside of me?”

Oh, fuck.

Now unspeakably eager, Hoseok sits up until he’s face to face with you. “Turn around,” he instructs, and you listen.

Once you’re on your knees with your back to him, you lean forward and stretch your arms out on the mattress in front of you. As you wait, head down and perfect ass up, Hoseok is momentarily hypnotized by the subtle way you swivel your hips. The way your cheeks jiggle, even with the slightest shift.

“Liar and a tease,” he sucks his teeth. “You really wanna be my downfall, don’t you, petal?”

You bend your neck to look over your shoulder at him, knowing full well that he dies a thousand times whenever you stare up at him from under your lashes like that. Jesus Christ, you’re a dream. He’d pinch himself, but he doesn’t have the time; you reach back between your spread legs and take his dick in your hand.

Rolling your wrist, you work his tip at a goddamn snail’s pace like you want him to drop dead behind you. He’s unable to keep from groaning, and he can’t stop his hips from rutting forward into your fist, either. You do him the favor of squeezing the crown tighter when you finally do let him go, hand sticky with pre-cum.

“Well then,” you echo his earlier statement with that familiar twinkling innocence in your eyes, “Show me how good I can have it.”

Part of Hoseok is stalling because he knows that he won’t last long. He’s been so impossibly hard for so long now, the way you grip him will have him blacked out and drooling in a matter of minutes. However, the rules he’s made for himself dictate that you have to finish three times before he gets to. And so, with that perverted sense of duty in mind, his hand picks up where yours left off.

You both groan when his tip slides through your folds — goddamn, he wants to drown in you later — but he goes mute the second he finally enters you.

“Oh, fuck. How are you thicker than last time?” you croak because you know his ego hasn’t hit the ceiling yet. Your heads slumps down towards your elbows like you’re dead already, halfway to buried in a mess of sheets. “Swear to God, I’ll get used to this someday.”

Hoseok grins even though you can’t see him do it. The pads of his thumbs find the Venus dimples sitting pretty above your ass. It’s arrogant — he knows this — but he likes to think they were made for him, placed intentionally where his hands can find them when he gets ahold of you.

Rubbing spirals at the base of your spine, he calls, “All good, petal?”

“Fuck me,” you answer.

And he does.

The first thrust tests the waters to make sure you’re actually able to comfortably take him and it’s not simply wishful thinking on your part. You’re impatient, though, and you push your hips back when his second thrust snaps forward. For a moment, Hoseok fears he’s gone blind. Thankfully, it’s temporary; just the haze that overtakes his fucked-out brain whenever he feels your velvet walls squeezing the life out of him.

You match his movements every time he grinds himself into you. Either you’re as desperate as he is to cum, or you know his unspoken rule and intend to kamikaze dive off the edge with him in tow.

Whatever your motivation is, he can’t keep his train of thought on track — not with the way your slick has coated his balls, which slap sickly against your clit when he drives himself into you; not with the sight of your ass bouncing so deliciously against his pelvis, more so the harder he fucks you.

“Thrust are getting a little sloppy there, Hoseok,” you lilt through gritted teeth. Your teasing is interrupted by a breathless moan, but you still persist, “You about to cum, baby?”

He’s holding on for dear life — to your hips, to the last shred of his resolve. He is going to cum, but not before you do.

“N-no. Could do this all night.”

You shriek when his fingers dig deeper into your doughy flesh and slam you down onto his cock; the force of your thighs colliding with his leaves him tingling.

Two things happen in such quick succession that Hoseok doesn’t have time to process them. There’s you, creaming on his cock with a wail. Then there’s you calling him a liar as your cunt flutters around him, forcing him to empty himself completely with a toe-curling groan.

Hoseok collapses in a heap behind you when he finally finds the strength to pull his still-twitching dick out of your pussy. A potent mix of your joint release spills out of you in his absence; he’s only graced with the sight of it in the split-second before you turn around and crawl back over to him. Unceremoniously, you drop yourself into the space next to him and rest your head on his heaving chest.

“So,” he sighs, thoroughly blissed. He glances down his nose at you as he gently unsticks strands of your hair from the layer of sweat on his chest. “What did we learn about mouths writing checks?”

You try to hide your smile when you roll your eyes up at him. You sound exhausted but thoroughly amused when you respond, “Ass better be able to cash them.”

Hoseok pats your ass cheek affectionately, gives it a light squeeze for good measure. “Damn straight, petal.”

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sugaimhome · 1 year

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listener - jhs

pairing: best friend hoseok x female reader

minors dni !!

genre: smut, angst, maybe fluff if you squint, mostly pwp

warnings: dom hoseok, sub reader, a lot of manhandling, mentions of unsafe driving (?), reader has a praise + degradation kink, some slapping, oral (female receiving), hair pulling.

word count: 2k

summary: hoseok has always been a listener, but when you tell him about your inability to feel good in bed, he takes his listening a step further

a/n: I wrote this after a very nice dream I had, its only short and moves very quick but I love it so...

not proof read

“And, oh honestly, I can’t even begin to explain it.” you turn away from him, blushing. Regardless of who had started this conversation (Hoseok) and how comfortable you knew he was talking about these subjects (very), it still wasn't easy.

“Try to explain it Y/N, you know I am here to listen.” Hoseok replies, tilting his head in the corner of your eye. You look back at him, momentarily, and then look away again.

“I know Hobi, but-” you pause, maybe you should just tell him. “He hasn’t made me orgasm once. I know it's a stupid thing to leave a relationship for because I think I like him a lot but sexual gratification means a lot to me. Gosh do I sound like a brat?”

The thing was, you’d been seeing this guy you had met at a bar for nearly a month, he was a nice guy, you’d had sex a few times (a lot) and despite you feeling open enough to tell him what worked for you, he had failed to pull through on any of those requests.

“Does it even feel good?” Hoseok asks, of course he’s referring to whether or not he had gotten you even close to an orgasm, the answer is a simple...

“No” that has you blushing, because you felt like it was your fault you felt like this. Maybe it was, maybe your weird requests in bed were just a little too odd for the average male. You sigh, resting your forehead on your hand. “I can’t help but think I am just incapable of an orgasm, it's been months.”

There's silence for a moment, it's in this silence that you realise you’d admitted that to Hoseok, you hadn’t really meant to, he was just a really good listener. “Can you make yourself orgasm?” he asks, his voice completely neutral.

Part of you is annoyed that you can’t seem to tackle this subject with the maturity that Hoseok did. “Of course, I know what I like.”

When you look back to Hoseok, after he doesn’t respond, you’re met with two very dilated, perhaps angry pupils. You stare him right in the eye for a moment, you’re sure his eyes darken a shade as you do. “Are you okay?” you ask him, thinking you’d said something wrong.

“No, I'm just pissed off, so many men don’t know how to please a woman.” he sounds very passionate about the situation and you’re very embarrassed when heat rushes to your core with the thought of that voice commanding you to-

You stop thinking before you dig yourself a hole. Hoseok looks completely out of it, his fists clenching and unclenching at his side. “He doesn’t deserve someone like you Y/N”

“You’ve never met him, Hoseok, he’s really nice.”

“Nice enough to give you exactly what you want? Nice enough to put aside his pleasure to make you feel good?”

You gulp, perhaps this wasn’t a good idea to bring up with Hoseok.

“That’s not nice Y/N that's selfish.” he sighs.

“That's fine Hoseok, but find me a man who respects me but also wants to throw me about in bed, then I'll listen to you.”

He doesn’t reply, but he sits and looks at you with such intent written on his features that you announce you’re going. He grabs you by the hand before you can even begin to move. “Let me show you.” his eyes tell a completely different story than what they had before, completely soft and sincere, it has you hesitating. What exactly did he mean here?

“Hoseok…” you whisper. You don’t pull away. You don’t think you can.

“I could make you cum so many times you forget everything but my name, make you orgasm until you see stars. Fuck you dumb.”

You shakily inhale. Heat rushing towards your cheeks and your core. Shock must be evident on your features because he drops your hand, sighs, and says. “Sexual pleasure is key to a relationship, Y/N, don’t let his kindness distract you from the fact there's no chemistry.”

You blink, “Are you suggesting that we have chemistry Hoseok?”

When he replies with a “yes”, you shock yourself by sighing and admitting…

“I know.”

It had been undeniable for years. Evident in the way your pulse skipped a beat whenever he touched you, the way your heart had dropped when he announced he had a girlfriend, and risen again two years later when they broke up. Not even mentioning the time you had to sit on his lap in the back of Jungkook's car because there were too many of you to all sit in an individual seat, you could have sworn you felt him against your arse (like his dick), but you'd assumed it was because you'd just been in a club where girls had been grinding on him all night.

Hoseok looks as shocked at your agreement as you were. There's not many words spoken as he pulls you from your seat so you're standing in front of him. He traces circles on the back of your hand. "Are you being serious?" you ask.

"Of course I am." he replies, "I don't want you to feel pressured"

"I trust you" you'd trusted him for years, ever since you could remember, and you would have done this years ago if given the chance.

Grabbing your waist he pulls you down so you're straddling his lap, your thighs on either side of his. "What do you like?" He asks, sending heat to your core as he kisses your neck and the exposed skin of your breasts.

It's hard to admit whilst he's right in front of you so you hide your face in his neck as he runs his hand up and down your clothed body. "Come on, Y/N, tell me how to make you feel good, be a good girl"

You whimper, he had hit the nail on the head with that one. "A praise kink" he continued "I thought so..."

You don't have time to process what that means exactly before he's speaking again, "now we know you're nothing but a slut-"

Your legs clench together, and seeing that Hoseok is directly between your legs, he picks up on this, only chuckling a low laugh, only making things worse for you as you (again) clench your thighs. "I think I have you figured out, Y/N, you can come out of hiding now"

When you return from the (very nice smelling) crook of his neck you're relieved to see a smile coating his lips. "You can stop this at any time, just say, please" He says as he squeezes his hands around the soft flesh of your thighs, there was no way he was about to lift you-

You're in the air, your legs gripping around his torso and your arms around his neck to keep from falling to the hardwood floor (this was not the only hard wood in this area.) You're surprised that he can support your weight all the way up your stairs until you're on your back with all your clothes off laying on your bed.

He regards you with nothing but lust in his eyes as he stands at the bottom of the bed, completely clothed, just watching you. His intense glare has you closing your legs, trying to hide from his deadly glare, but he only grabs your ankles and forces your legs open. "Such a good girl, all wet for me already"

You nod your head, hoping he'll do something.

"Who are you wet for, Y/N?" He asks, his voice deeper than it usually was.

"You"

"Say my name, who are you wet for?"

"I am wet for Hoseok"

"Good girl"

He climbs up onto the bed, his head stopping at your core, where he nips into the sensitive skin of your thighs. "So beautiful" he smiles, pressing a kiss to your clit, causing you to flinch away. Most of the men who you'd dated in the past would have needed a 100 step manual to find your clit, or a map (X marks the spot for an orgasm) the instant contact causes an unfiltered moan to escape your lips. Hoseok only hums, sending vibrations into your core. He's licking and slurping away, the sounds so vulgar you want to record them and keep them forever, his hands are on your ankles, holding your legs above you as he continues his attack on your pussy, licking one stripe straight though your folds and into your entrance. "Ohmygod" you manage to say, hardly even breathing, you were shocked to believe you were so close already, all because a man had put a moment of attention towards your clit. "Amclose" you breathe.

And you wish you hadn't said a thing, Hoseok pulls away, the wetness from you coating his chin. "You only get to cum when it's around my cock"

"Please Hobi, please"

He chuckles again, pressing a few kisses to your stomach and chest, attacking your nipple for a moment before grabbing your waist and practically chucking you onto your stomach. This. This is what you needed. You lift your hips, as he unbuckles his belt, the sound of his zip being pulled down like music to your ears. You're looking around, watching his, not overly long (average), but thick cock escape its confinements as he pulls down his boxers, stepping out of them and kicking them somewhere in your room. The weight of him as he gets back onto the bed almost makes you orgasm in itself. "Are you ready for me?" He asks.

You nod, "Yes, yes, yes, please"

"Such an eager slut" he sneers as he presses his cock to your folds, holding it at its base and running it up and down to hit your clit. You don't think you'll ever feel something as liberating as Hoseok entering you to the hilt, entering you until you're filled perfectly, his head hitting a sensitive spot inside of you. Him thrusting in and out until you're a moaning mess. You desperately want to watch him enter you, coated in your slick, but he grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down into the pillow and using you as an anchor to push deeper. You're crying, stimulated so well. He changes his angle each time until he's hitting your g-spot with each hard thrust m, his balls slapping your clit. "You're doing so well for me, love"

"You feel so good" You manage to reply, and you realise he had been right earlier, all you could think about was Hoseok, his cock dragging through the ridges of your pussy, his body smothering yours, his hand in your hair and the restriction he had created in this position. You cum. It causes the world to blur at the edges of your vision, your eyes clamping shut as you shake, your toes clenching. Hoseok doesn't relent the whole time, and before you know it you're severely over stimulated moving into your next orgasm as you use your legs to help Hoseok push into you further.

"I'm really close, love, but I need you to cum with me, okay"

You nod, obeying him even though you weren't sure you physically could. That all changes when he releases your waist, using his now free hand to smack your left ass cheek, then kneading the flesh, before shaking the right, and doing the same.

"Cum for me" he demands of you, and you're happy to obey as you again shake, you think you say his name, but your brain can't function past the way he was currently shooting warm fluid into you. It consumed you until you could no longer function, limp from an orgasm you never thought you could access so easily.

"I told you-" Hoseok breathes, completely out of breath, soft inside your over sensitive, clenching pussy. "It's not you, it's the incompatible men"

#bts #bts smut #bangtan #bts x reader #hoseok #jhope smut #hoseok smut #smut #jhope x reader #hoseok x reader #listener jhs

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kiestrokes · 8 months

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How BTS Would React to You Coming Home Drunk (and Horny) from a Night Out with Friends | NSFW

Pairing: BTS x Reader/You/Yn (some gendered + some non-gendered) Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Word Count: 691ish Genre: scenario/imagine, smut, sprinklings or crack/fluff, established relationships. Warnings: mentions of drinking (consensual drunken behavior between partners), reader is wearing a dress because ease of access.

Sexually Explicit Content: penetration (penis is whatever you want to imagine: vagina/ass), cunnilingus, fellatio, nipple play, cockwarming, kissing/making out, overstiumulation, cuddling. Let me know if I missed anything!

🗝️ Note: I’ll format this tomorrow. But in tradition of when this imagine was made, that’s a sober Kie problem. A repost from @/goodsoop. Edited 8/20/23 to include warnings!

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted here.

KSJ: would be mildly "unapproving" of your loose behavior but would fix himself a double and quickly get on your level. Until you both were drunk, loudly playing video games on the couch of the game room. This of course escalates into you attempting to cheat by climbing into his lap. You end up getting distracted by his beautiful lips and it turns into a sloppy, laughter filled fuck on the sectional. Jin boasts that he, of course, won. In the game and in getting you off.

MYG: was asleep when you drunkenly climbed into bed, laying on top of him Jung-Hoseok-spread-eagle style. Grumbles about the fact you’re going to have a hangover tomorrow. Slips out from under you and begins to remove your clothes. Batting away your wandering hands that are attempting to climb under his shirt. He leaves you passed out on top of the covers to get water and pain reliever. Returning to your sad attempt at getting yourself off. Huffs at you to let him do it, because he secretly loves how pliable and vocal you are when he gives you head this way.

JHS: is also in bed, you strip down to your panties and climb under the covers with him. He sleepily pulls you back into him, large hands drifting down your bare body. You have no trouble rousing Hoseok for drunken foreplay, he’s already hard. But he just wants a little cock warming tonight. To feel you clench around him as he plucks your nipples between nimble fingers and drifts off into the wettest dream of his life.

KNJ: was up late reading, stands up to greet you, reading glasses still on. Catches your mouth just as you tug his face to yours. The two of you clumsily fumbling with each other across the living room. He curses as he accidentally drops you onto the coffee table. But you’re unharmed and laughing, hands already reaching to tug down his sweats. Giving him a thoroughly dedicated blow job. Until he coats your throat and is moaning at you to stop.

PJM: is waiting for you in the bedroom, watching a new drama. Waiting in his boxers for the return of handsy and affectionate you. This is the only time that you’re almost as touchy with him as he is you. You don’t even take your dress off, just drop your panties at the bedroom door. Climbing onto Jimin’s lap to kiss the lips you had been thinking about since your second drink. It’s slow and intense sex that has you both crying out from overstimulation.

KTH: is mopey of course that he couldn’t go with you and the "girls". Has a bit of a wine buzz and is dancing around the kitchen to some Leon Bridges. You slip into his waltz and Tae serenades you, spinning you around the island. Until you’re pulled into a mutual kiss like two magnets, charged by the music and alcohol pulsing through your veins. He pins you against the island with his husky, low groans. Fingers slipping under the hem of your dress, and under your panties until his fingers are coated in your essence. He swallows your cries of pleasure, murmuring quiet pleas against your lips, begging for you to take him out next time.

JJK: he of course is gaming when you get home. So you slip past him, dropping your clothes along the way to catch his attention. He grumbles to his teammates in frustration, excusing himself from the game. Running to catch up with you just as you make it to the bedroom door, nude as fuck. You squeal as he spins you around and peppers wet, open mouth, kisses from your neck to the top of your knees. Before folding you across the edge of the bed, ass bare to him. Making quick, erratic work of your orgasms. Before collapsing on top of you, his t-shirt collecting the sweat that had accumulated on your back. He abandons the game to climb into bed with you, cuddling naked.

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luv-gukkie · 10 months

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cherry | 𖦊 : seven

pairing: yandere! park jimin x f. reader, yandere! jung hoseok x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1.3k

tags/warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap it up guys), a small peek at hoseok liking praises, creampie, squirting, basically stalking/ spying, soft sex?, size difference, jimin cares for reader (too much…), living room sex, hoseok umm…knows stuff~

notes: sorry it took a bit too long :’(

tag list: @bananamochidaisy @mageprincess7 @darkuni63 @princess-sunshyn @redeyezbloodymouth @bxcndd @iloverubberduckiez-blog

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"seo-jun, nice to see you again." jimin smiles at him, leaning forward in the chair. all seo-jun does is nod at his words before looking around the cafe, a questioning look on his face. "it's to blend in; it's loud enough to cover our conversation and too many people for somebody to notice us." seo-jun gives jimin a thumbs up before opening the menu, eyes widening at the prices for food and drinks. "eat whatever you want, i'll pay." he grins at the quiet man. after jimin orders what they both want to the waiter, he finally starts to talk about you. "so, tell me how is (y/n)? is she all right? has she been," he pauses at the thought of realizing he'll find out the truth, "um, seeing anyone?" seo-jun quickly takes out an ipad from his bag, opening up that file before handing the ipad to an impatient jimin. who looks anxious and sick at the thought of seeing pictures of you with someone else. it makes him wanna throw up but at the same time, he understands that if he wants to keep you to himself, he'll have to do whatever it takes. everything is normal; no sign of you with someone else or anything. you're just living your daily routine. jimin smiles at the pictures where he can see your face clearly, especially the one where you're smiling. seo-jun eyes him in curiosity, questions bundling in his head but he won't ask. jimin was never the type to do this. and he's known jimin for quite some time. so who are you, (y/n)? he wonders. noting the fact that jimin said they were fiancés, yet their situation seemed a bit too different for it to be like that. seo-jun watches the smile falter at one picture, "his name is nolan; he's in one of the same classes as her, he's 19, lives with a roommate in an apartment on-" jimin cuts him off, "yeah, i know him. i don't think i have to wo-", then a sudden memory comes flashing to him. how nolan stared at you all throughout the amusement park. "follow him." he says with a sweet smile that doesn't match with his eyes as the waiter places down their food.

"oh hobi, it my best friend's toothbrush. she stays over sometimes. we have the best sleepovers!" you cheer. hoseok face changes in a quick second,"aww, really? that's nice. so i'm taking she likes the color blue." you nod at his words, eyes switching back to the board game and pretending to think on how to gain another victory. "her name's olivia, right?" you feel your heart stop at the mention of her name coming out of hoseok's mouth. how does he know her? you've never mentioned her at all to hoseok. your body doesn't turn to face him, small sound of agreement to his question. "yeah, did i ever tell you about her?" you ask with a sweet tone that doesn't make hoseok suspect a single thing. "yeah, a while back though." he responds, lying to you. where does he know her from? you don't notice how hoseok walks right behind you, too deep in thought that it scares you when he kisses your ear. "how about we both take the victory for tonight?"

his question goes unanswered when he kisses you and lifts you up. your legs wrap around his waist as he takes you to the couch in your living room. your mind is still on the realization that you've never told hoseok about any of your personal things, not your friends or family. so how does he know olivia? your mind finally snaps when your underwear is being tugged off you, his hands caressing your legs as they slide off. "gosh, you're so pretty." his brown eyes stare down at you with that beautiful smile that, somehow, always makes your heart flutter. he kisses you on your forehead and then lips gently, before spreading your legs apart. hoseok grunts as he views your cunt, all wet for him. hoseok kisses your clit softly, before, without warning, furiously sucking on it. you moan at the feeling. your eyes roll to the back of your head after his tongue dips into your pussy. your hand finds its way to his hair, gripping his hair into a tight fist. hoseok continues to fuck your hole with his tongue, impatient to have your sweet essence down his throat. it has your back arching when he suddenly goes at a quicker pace.

"hobi!" you moan out as you cum on his tongue. he slurps every drop, ignoring your tugs of his hair when you try to push him because of how sensitive you are. his chin is dripping wet, but all he does is kiss you while his hands push his boxers and pants down. his tongue fighting dominance with your own, until he finally wins. hoseok makes sure you feel his cock at your entrance. he rubs it along with your slit and teases your hole with his tip. he snickers when you whine at him, "please hobi!" but he doesn't listen. you've finally had enough for of his little teases. you push your hips downwards and your hand grabs his cock before lining it up with your entrance and forcing it in. the both of you moan in pleasure, "such a feisty girl." he chuckles at your movements. his hips start moving and hitting your own with a hard pace, you're for sure that you'll bruise. it's something that can't happen, not when you might see seokjin or taehyung or any of the men. "ow, hobi!" you cry out a painful moan that convinces him enough to slow down. "shit, i'm sorry." hoseok pecks your forehead, then lips before going to suck your collarbone. you immediately pull him up to kiss his lips. taking one of his hands to touch your clit while his cock pushes past your folds over and over. "fuck, you're so tight." he groans once your lips finally let him go. your saliva covers his lips, and vice versa. you're so close to releasing, hand squeezing hoseok's shoulder while the other scratches his back, leaving a trail of pink.

you're cumming when hoseok hits your g-spot repeatedly. you have such a tight grip on him, he can't stop the moans that leave his lips in a hurry. the cum on his dick only makes it easier for him to move in and out of your cunt. you whisper words of encouragement to him, sweet words of nothing, moaning right next to his ear. you suck on his neck and collarbone, leaving small spots of red surrounded by your lipstick. "gosh hobi," you pant and sob at overstimulation before continuing, "you look so handsome like this, covered with my lipstick; my marks." his eyes roll back at your dirty comment that makes his face heat. hoseok's cum floods your walls, twitching inside of you as he thrusts through his high. he connects both of your hands, not slipping out of you, before bringing you into a hug. "see, it's a win-win." he laughs when you smack his shoulder. "what are you doing over the weekend?" hoseok asks. "i'm going to visit my family. i miss them, more than usual." he coos at your statement, "aww, that's adorable. but i was, uh, kinda hoping i could take you out?" he suggests, but then shakes his head, "maybe sunday?" your mind goes back to namjoon; you were meeting him on saturday and going to visit them on sunday. "i'm gonna be with them the whole weekend, hobi! sorry." he nods at you, "it's all right."

you fall asleep no later in his arms. when it's all quiet and he's sure you're asleep, "i know you're lying to me; olivia's been staying with her family since monday, a place five hours from here. so who's been here, huh, my (y/n)?"

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gimmethatagustd · 1 year

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If you are still taking requests I found this and I thought it was funny so I wanted to see if you could please write something with demon Hoseok and this idea thank you😊

satan: I HAVE COME TO TAKE YOU TO THE DEPTHS OF H-

me: wow you're tall

satan: thanks?

me : how tall are you?

Satan : i dunno like 6'6 6'11 with the horns?

me [ twirling hair] omg with horns! You are so funny

NOT TODAY, SATAN | JHS

If you had known the demon tasked with reaping your soul would be a total #daddy you would have gone to Hell sooner!

» pairing: demon!hoseok x reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | supernatural | humor | a lil bit of smut

» wc/date: 3.7k | october 2022

» notes: THIS REQUEST MADE ME CACKLE. i decided to post it for spooky szn~ so i hope that's ok 🥺 (i'm also dying cuz there's like lowkey unintentional parallels to this and my hobi idol au that's really killing me)

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» what was jai listening to? all the good girls go to hell - billie eilish

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Purgatory looked like the DMV.

You should have expected it, honestly. Wasn’t it represented as some type of waiting room in Beetlejuice? Or maybe you were misremembering. Ever since you’d stepped through the front doors, your mind felt foggy. When you looked back through the windows, no parking lot met your gaze. Instead, a soft gray haze was pressed against the glass, causing a bit of condensation to gather.

How had you gotten here?

The answer to that seemed a bit foggy, too.

“Are you going to take a fucking number or just stand there like an idiot?”

The bristled voice shocked you into action. Stepping forward, you ripped a number tag from the stand directly in front of the door and moved to the side for the voice behind you. A few droplets of water splattered against your ankles when the person reached for their tag.

You suppressed a gasp.

She was completely soaked, so wet that she left a trail of water wherever she walked, like some kind of snail or slug. It was difficult to tell what her original complexion was because her skin was now a deep turquoise. Bits of twigs and what looked like seaweed twisted into her hair.

You followed the stranger’s water trail through the folding chairs lining the large waiting room. The speckled brown carpet squished beneath your sneakers. A bit of water was leaking inside to wet your socks.

“Number 746!”

A robotic voice beeped out the number over the speakers just as you sank into an empty folding chair. A man with large, dirty bandages wrapped around his head and over one eye stood from his seat beside you. He clutched a folder of papers to his chest and limped to the counter at the front of the room.

Three people in matching black professional uniforms sat behind the counter. You thought they resembled bank tellers from how they were spread out with glass barriers separating each person’s portion of the counter. The first two employees sat too far away to make out important details of their faces, but the third was only a few feet away from you.

He was easily the most beautiful person you’d ever seen in your life. The sharp cut of his jawline and the thin length of his nose slicing through high cheekbones and deep-set eyes made it difficult for you to pull your gaze away from him. Luckily, he was none the wiser of your ogling, for his attention was spent on assisting the person standing in front of the counter. You were free to marvel at his angular features, eventually shifting your eyes from the bow of his lips to examine some of his gentler features. His hair was dark like his outfit and fell soft against his forehead. Poking out of the layered waves were two thick… horns.

You pressed your thumbs into your eyes, but when you moved them away the horns remained.

They twisted at the tips, spiraling in opposite directions. A swirling pattern was etched into each of them. It reminded you of fingerprints.

“Number 749!”

You glanced down at the crumbled tag in your hand. 749.

With a sigh, you trudged up to the counter and stood in front of the beautiful man with twisted horns poking out of dark, luscious hair.

“I need an official form of identification and your death certificate.”

You stared at him blankly.

“An official form of identification and your death certificate,” he repeated with more force.

“I… don’t have a death certificate.”

Were you dead? How had you died? How could you have possibly received a death certificate if you were dead? You assumed your mother would have it; that was how things went, right?

The name badge clipped to his shirt read Hoseok, Assistant Manager. Assistant Manager of what? Purgatory?? What in the fuck was going on.

Hoseok turned to the computer sitting off to the side of his desk.

“What is your full name and date of birth?”

You gave him the information he was looking for and leaned forward to watch him tap away at the keyboard. What appeared to be a profile of you flashed across the screen. There was a photo of you, the one from your driver’s license. A few stats about you like your height and where you were born. Toward the bottom of the screen in large red block letters read TIME OF DEATH. You were pretty sure the date was recent, but you didn’t know what day it was currently. Before you could read further, Hoseok closed out the page.

“I need you to come with me,” Hoseok said abruptly. He gestured for you to step around the counter.

You took a look over your shoulder. No one else needed to go behind the counter, as far as you could tell. Although, you hadn’t paid much attention to the other people waiting for… whatever it was everyone was doing here. You still didn’t know.

With a nervous inhale that tickled your throat, you followed the… man? Whatever he was, through a door marked for employees only.

(So they were called employees. Hence the Assistant Manager badge, and all. What the fuck kind of job was this?)

Scurrying behind him to catch up with his long gait, you noticed that this person was tall. Like, impossibly tall. Come to think of it, it wasn’t just his height that was staggering. Everything about his presence seemed larger than life, like the very walls of the hallway needed to shift and expand to accommodate the power radiating off of him as he walked. You kept your eyes trained on his lean shoulders, watching the way his shoulder blades and back muscles made his shirt ripple when he breathed or turned around the corner.

“Ahem.” You cleared your throat.

Silence.

“Ahem.”

You did a little skip to speed up your walking and finally fell in line with the man. You flashed him what you’d consider an award-winning grin.

“Hoseok, right? You’re really fucking tall.”

He glanced down at you out of the corner of his eye.

So, a man of few words. Unless he was snapping at you about IDs and death certificates. Apparently.

“Where are we going?”

Hoseok immediately halted, catching you by surprise and nearly causing you to trip.

“Here.” With an outstretched arm, Hoseok opened the door to a simple office. He held it for you as you crossed the threshold.

“Please, take a seat.”

You eased into one of the chairs in front of the desk, which Hoseok sat behind once he snapped the door shut. The fabric scratched into the back of your legs.

Up close, Hoseok was even more breathtaking. You found that the horns weren’t as much of a creepy turnoff as you may have initially thought. Somehow, paired with the shimmering red tint to his eyes and the slits he had instead of proper circular pupils, you were rather turned on by this… otherworldly look he had going for him. It was spooky, in an “emo kid who works at Hot Topic and thinks Happy Tree Friends is edgy” kind of way. So… not spooky at all. Just endearing to the part of your brain where you’d locked up all your teen angst.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

You watched a transparent film slide sideways across Hoseok’s eyes and you realized he blinked with a third eyelid.

Weird, but kind of hot. Fuck conventional beauty standards! You could dig it.

“Because a handsome stranger brought me here?” You took a shot in the dark, though Hoseok didn’t appear to have followed you. He stared at you with his third eyelid and his slitted pupils and his sharpened teeth.

Wow, he had really pointy teeth.

“You’re here because…” Hoseok drummed his fingers against the surface of his desk. His nails were black and chipped. “You were never reaped.”

“Reaped? Like, the Grim Reaper?”

A low hiss came from the back of Hoseok’s throat. The sound made your skin prickle.

“The Grim Reaper is not real.” His voice slithered out of his mouth at the same time his tongue did. It was red and forked. “You were supposed to be reaped by one of us when you died,” he gestured to himself, “a demon.”

Well, obviously he was a demon. Or else he had a great sense of fashion.

You leaned forward to rest your arms on Hoseok’s desk. If he thought his freaky tongue and animalistic eyes were going to scare you, he was terribly wrong. You’d been on Vampirefreaks.com back when it was still a social media platform.

“Listen, Hoseokie. Can I call you Hoseokie?” Silence. “I don’t know why I’m here and I don’t know how I got here, but I promise you, I am not dead.”

With a sigh, Hoseok flipped open the laptop on his desk. After a few moments of typing, he slid it toward you, adjusting the screen to make it easier for you to see.

There was your profile again. Hoseok quickly scrolled down to the section you hadn’t gotten to read earlier, the part about when you’d died.

“In my records, it states you are dead. As of,” he turned the screen toward himself for a moment, “As of 7 PM yesterday. Yet there is no record of how you died, where you died, nor which demon escorted you here. And no death certificate on file.”

Clearly, the missing death certificate situation had rubbed the guy the wrong way.

Maybe you should have felt more concerned that you had a snake-eyed self-proclaimed demon trying to convince you that you were dead and chilling out in Purgatory unchaperoned. But this was all fake, obviously. A dream. There was nothing to worry about.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Hoseokie.” You gave the man - demon - a shrug.

Hoseok’s eyebrows pulled toward each other, causing the skin on his forehead to crease.

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh really?”

Hoseok pursed his lips and gave you a curt nod.

“It already states here that you’ll be going to Hell, so I may as well just reap you myself since no one else has. I need to go downstairs anyway. We’ve been getting a high volume of damned souls recently and working overtime can be sustainable for only so long…”

Whatever else Hoseok had to say about “demon burnout” during a time when debauchery was at its highest on Earth (“Aside from the 70s, wow, the 70s was a time.”), you didn’t hear the rest of it. There were more important things to worry about.

You were going to Hell.

“Wait, wait, wait, Hoseokie, wait a minute.” You curled your fingers around the edge of his laptop screen. “I’m going to Hell? For what?! I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life.”

This was the part where Hoseok was supposed to say, “I know this, and I love you.”

Except he didn’t! The bastard just let his gorgeous mouth hang open and flicked his freaky forked tongue over those pearly fangs.

“I beg to differ.”

“How would you know?”

A small smirk flitted across Hoseok’s face and you felt your stomach twist into knots.

“Your memories, your experiences, your life - none of that belongs to you.”

You couldn’t tell which was more unnerving, the words he said or the dark tone he said them in. With a shiver, you chose to ignore whatever riddle he was speaking to you in and tried to change your strategy.

“Hoseokie, baby.” You ran your perfectly normal tongue along your lips and leaned even further into your companion’s personal space - as much as you could with a desk in between you. “Let’s not get carried away here.”

“Proper protocol was not followed, so we must rectify that,” Hoseok huffed. His shoulders sagged slightly, causing him to lean inward. Maybe your cute nickname was finally breaking him.

“Do we really?”

“Yes.”

“But, really? Hoseokie, babe, do I look like I belong in Hell?”

The demon blinked with his third eyelid a few times. You watched the slit of his pupils flicker as he genuinely took the time to look you over. It was a hypothetical question and now you were scared of the actual answer. He was a demon, after all. He’d know what a damned soul looked like, right?

“Well.” You watched Hoseok’s throat bob as he swallowed. “You did read a lot of serial killer fanfiction on AO3.”

You scoffed, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms against your chest.

“Are you kink-shaming me right now?”

Hoseok mirrored your scoff and busied himself with tidying up a stack of loose papers on his desk, but you saw the way his cheeks turned a healthy shade of pink.

Interesting.

“So, I’m going to Hell because I read One Direction serial killer AUs? Really? That’s why I’m going to Hell?”

“No!” Hoseok huffed again, louder this time. He ran his fingers through his hair and gave you a pleading look. “I don’t know! I don’t decide who goes to Hell, I just take them there!”

“Then don’t take me.”

It seemed like the obvious solution, but Hoseok looked at you like you’d threatened to kill him.

“I have to take you.”

“Oh yeah? Or else what?” You were back to leaning against his desk, your head in your hands and your elbows on the surface. “Satan damns you to some horrible eternal punishment?”

Hoseok turned his head and mumbled to the side, “Something like that.”

You wanted to ask him what it mattered if he was already a demon working for Satan, but you figured that would push him a bit too far. Instead, you were just going to beg. Considering the circumstances, you allowed yourself to do it without hurting your self-respect. Dire times, dire measures.

“Hoseokie, please,” you whined with your bottom lip jutted out. You reached out to hook your finger around one of his, pulling his hand away from where it rested against his chin. “Please, don’t take me to Hell. Let me stay here, with you.”

“With me?” Hoseok’s eyes widened, slitted pupils dilating into ovals.

“Mhmm, wouldn’t that be nice?” you purred, lightly tracing the lines of his palm with your index finger. “You’re so pretty and you look so stressed. What did you say earlier, about burnout? They aren’t taking care of you here, are they, Hoseokie?”

The demon bit his lip. His razor-sharp teeth pressed deep indents into what you knew were soft pink lips.

“I could help you out, Hoseokie, baby.”

Those dark eyes shimmered red and finally met your gaze, though his face was still flushed and his expression almost… timid.

“Help me out?” he murmured, almost as though he were talking himself through the conversation rather than asking you a question.

“Mhmm…”

You pressed your hands flat against the desk and hoisted yourself on top of it. The stack of papers Hoseok had just fixed went flying. He weakly reached out to stop a few of them from slipping off and floating to the carpeted floor.

“I don’t know.” Hoseok’s voice wavered, though you had to give him credit for his ability to maintain eye contact with you as you scooted across the desk.

“I think you do know, Hoseokie.”

Hoseok shook his head, third eyelids putting in work to blink away the shock when you eased yourself into his lap.

You’d been so caught up on how tall and menacing he’d looked in the hallway that you hadn’t stopped to consider the rest of his details, like how firm and comfortable his thighs were. You wiggled your ass to get settled, eliciting a low groan from the demon whose red eyes still rounded under your gaze.

“I’m going to get in trouble,” he pleaded with you when you dug your fingers into his hair and yanked his head backward. “I really don’t want to get in trouble.”

“And I really don’t want to go to Hell.” You dug your teeth into the soft skin of his throat and Hoseok let out a whimpered hiss. “Do you see our problem here?”

Of course, he could see the problem, but Hoseok was driven mute by your free hand palming his cock through his pants. His hold on your waist was bruisingly tight, but you kept a firm grip on his hair and a hot hand on his crotch. There was no way he was getting an upper hand in this, not that you expected him to. He was whimpering and pliant underneath you already.

Maybe you were absolutely insane, but if you had to suck some demon dick to get out of Hell, you were going to fucking do it. No matter how weird it probably looked.

“Y/N, wait.” Hoseok shuddered as you popped open the button of his pants and dragged down the zipper. “Listen to me, it’s not, it’s not a good idea.”

You let your fingertips dance along the waistband of his underwear. You weren’t sure why it was funny that he was wearing underwear; it just seemed like such a silly thing for a demon to need. Out here reaping souls and getting angry over death certificates, and going to the store to buy underwear after work.

It was just funny.

“Why not, Hoseokie? Don’t tell me they don’t let you have a little fun around here.” You batted your eyes at him and slide your hand beneath the fabric.

“It’s not- fuck.”

Hoseok tried to lean forward, to curl into himself, when you pressed your thumb against his leaking slit, but you kept his head pulled backward by his hair.

“Now, I’m gonna tell you what we’re gonna do, okay Hoseokie baby?”

The demon opened his mouth to speak and you shivered as his forked tongue wet his lips.

“Okay.”

“Good little demon, thank you,” you cooed praise that made his face flush an even deeper red. “I’m going to suck your dick and then you’re gonna delete whatever record you have of me and we’re going to forget I was ever even here, alright?”

When Hoseok didn’t speak, you squeezed the head of his cock.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, alright,” he sputtered.

“Good.”

The bright side to all of this was that his dick didn’t look any different from any other dick you’d ever seen, although it did seem a bit long. Which was fine. You had hands, didn’t you? You knew how to do a little two-hand twist when needed.

Just as you were about to slide off Hoseok’s lap and get on your knees, the door to his office flung open so hard it slammed against the wall.

“Oh fuck,” Hoseok gulped. He quickly stuffed his cock back inside his pants and zipped his pants up with trembling fingers.

“Oh fuck is right. What the fuck is going on here?”

You turned to look over your shoulder at the person who owned such a smooth, sinister voice that dripped enough malice for you to drown in it. You felt your entire body grow cold when you were met with slitted eyes that glowed even more brightly than Hoseok’s. The eyes roamed your face, your body, your position still straddling Hoseok’s lap. And you did the same, your human eyes taking in the man’s black fitted suit, the swell of his thighs beneath the fabric, the pout of his lips, the craters his dimples made in his cheeks as he sucked on his teeth in seething anger.

“I-I-I-I, Your Majesty,” Hoseok’s tongue fumbled over the words as he tried shoving you off of him.

Oh shit, was this God? He was way too hot to be God.

You stood when Hoseok did, the two of you blinking with your eyes wide and mouths hanging open like idiots in front of the sharply dressed man. Just past the doorway, you could see a few other men flanking the entrance, as though they were guarding it.

“Don’t fucking call me Your Majesty while your cock is twitching in your pants, Hoseok. Have some decency,” the dimpled man chastised with a snort.

Was God allowed to curse? You supposed he was, but multiple F-bombs and a casual “cock” thrown around seemed like a lot for a guy who was meant to be the holiest of the holy.

“And you.”

You poked your index finger against your chest when the man suddenly loomed over you.

“Me?”

“You’re supposed to be with me.”

You rose your eyebrows and shot Hoseok a look, but he had his eyes on the floor.

“Oh… you’re not God…”

You felt fire lick and burn up your chest and across your throat when the man leaned his head back to bellow a laugh so deep you swore the walls moved just as they had for Hoseok when he walked.

“Sweet of you to think so highly of the Devil, little human.”

Aw, fuck.

You were going to Hell.

“Now, listen, the One Direction serial killer AUs weren’t actually that bad. Like, if you’d just give it a chance, you’d understand,” you began.

“Reasoning with me is futile, pet.”

The sound of your teeth clamping shut echoed through the room. You probably should have been scared of how poisonous his tone sounded, but excitement thrummed in your stomach.

No one had ever called you pet before. It was kind of cute.

“Now, let’s go, shall we?”

If Satan had a problem with the way you whimpered when he wrapped a smooth, tan hand around your bicep to haul you out of the room, he didn’t make any indication. If anything, you thought he squeezed you a bit tighter.

“I didn’t think Satan would be so buff,” you murmured and you heard Hoseok choke.

You’d all but forgotten about the guy.

“Oh! Hoseokie!” You twisted your neck around to face him as Satan began leading you away. “Thanks for hanging out! I forgive you for being such a rule follower!”

You turned up to look at Satan’s face which was a bit hard to do considering he was so tall and all legs and pecs that looked better than any boobs you’d ever seen. It was very distracting.

“You’re not going to damn him to some horrible eternal punishment, are you?”

“I think working here is punishment enough, don’t you?”

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laura's hoseok recs

I’ve been reading fics in here nonstop way before I started this blog. It felt like a sin not compiling a list of some of the stories that I loved and hadn’t gotten around to sharing yet, a few of them safe in my drafts until I was ready to make this.

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S E R I E S

the purge by @jungblue ◦ violence, gore, angst

heartbeat by @joonbird ♡ ◦ gang au, angst, smut

guarded by @xjoonchildx ♡ ◦ mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

madeleine by @kpopfanfictrash ♡ ◦ arranged marriage au, one night stand au, angst, fluff, smut

airplane mode by @out-of-jams ◦ idol au, soulmate au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

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polaris by @junghelioseok ♡ ◦ time traveler au, fluff, smut

covenant by @junghelioseok ◦ werewolf au, friends to lovers, angst, smut

party on you by @here2bbtstrash ◦ idol au, light fluff, smut

a universe to you by @readyplayerhobi ◦ soulmate au, angst, smut

oranges & lemons by @fantasybangtan ◦ modern greek mythology, smut

sonic rain by @jungblue ♡ ◦ college au, dancer au, smut, fluff, light angst

it's you by @jinpanman ◦ friends to lovers, teacher au, coworkers, fluff

note #1: if any fic recommended is in hiatus, the author has yet to update or left altogether, please do not pester them with updates.

note #2: These are not all of my JHS recs! There’s more with extensive commentary from me here and you can find more of my favorites here

#jhs #hoseok x reader #hoseok smut #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst #hoseok au #hoseok fic rec #bts au #bts x reader #it was genuinely tough not marking all of these as favorites cause tbh they all are 😭

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bitter69uk · 6 months

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Born on this day: British artist Joseph Henry Lynch (28 October 1911 – 16 January 1989), far better known simply as “J H Lynch”. When it comes to kitsch mid-twentieth century art, his only rivals are Vladimir Tretchikoff and of course the Keanes. No home is complete without a framed print of Lynch’s mass-produced idealized portraits of bouffant-haired, false-eyelashed temptresses like Tina, Woodland Goddess, Water Nymph or Autumn Leaves (pictured). If you go to a vintage furniture flea market and there are NO J H Lynch prints on offer, walk out immediately!

#j h lynch #jh lynch #kitsch #lobotomy room #mid twentieth century #retro #bad taste #shock value #mass produced art #bouffant hair #vintage smut #false eyelashes

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jung-shook-iieee · 1 year

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Hot Wheels | KNJ

➳Pairings: idol Namjoon x reader (f)

➳ rating: M ( obviously minors dni!)

➳ genre: idol verse, relationship au.

➳ warnings: namjoon is filthy hot here, super angry dom, sexy namjoon, use of degrading words, humiliation, teasing, y/n was literally walking on thin ice, until joonie breaks it, super meany joon, mmhh y/n playing with herself ( does that count as masturbation? Becoz joonie didn't let her finish?) Risky, joon was live y'all, Armies being very suspicious lol, joon flashes his bulge * mistakenly, joon cursing on live??????? and super dirty talking. ( I dunno what to add more lmao.)

➳ summary: teasing namjoon when he goes live could never get you in serious trouble, right?

➳ word count: 1.6k

➳ a/n: I actually..... Can someone just tell me what in the world do i have to do to get fucked by joon? I mean seriously... I can not take this anymore. I'm going FERAL for him. Xxxxxxxxxxxx

➳ a/n2: I live for mean joonie, I just can not stop myself from writing this. And I have no shame. No regrets. Do reblog tho, if you like it. Feedbacks are always welcomed. <333

" Don't you dare baby, stay like this kay? Don't make this hard for both of us. I'll be quick. " Namjoon wrapped his muscular and veiny hand around your neck to keep you still. You've been a very bad, bad girl according to him, but you knew what you were doing.

It will easily piss Namjoon off, But you can't help it, can you? you love to see when he struggled.......Struggled because of you, it was rare tho. It's always the other way around, you struggling for him and him being a sadist enjoyed your misery every single time.

So even if he punished you afterwards, you will willingly take your punishments. You totally loved the messier and clumsier side of him, usually Kim Namjoon carried himself as a wolf. Strong, powerful, and dominant but behind those cameras and people he's the clumsiest person you've ever seen.

Tease him about his mistakes and he will not think twice before railing you against the nearest wall so you could remember your place.

He loves you of course he does, but he loves you even more when you cry for him, from the pleasures he gives you. When you beg, squirm and cum for him.

So when he told you he is going live for armies and asked you to behave you don't why but your inner bitch told you other wise.

When he was setting up the things for his live , you simply stood up and walked towards the cupboard, the lower section was filled with different toys. You took out a simple black mini rabbit vibrator.

Namjoon didn't looked at you he was busy in his live by now. You walked back, discarded your clothes and threw your bra at his feet, which made him look at you.

He was speechless, he clearly told you to not make any sounds and here you were throwing your bra at him. Irony. He looked back at the tab and ignored your presence completely.

You started playing with yourself. You massaged your breast slowly, taking all the time in the world making yourself ready to play with, fondling your perky breast, twisting and pinching your soft nipples. You sensually snaked your hands on your stomach then slowly you reached at your lower part.

You were a dripping mess, so wet just by the mere thought of seducing Namjoon while he was on air, interacting with millions of armies.

Namjoon could see what you were doing, it was driving him crazy. He loved when you act as a brat, a bold person in front of him. Because after that he could punishment you all like he wants.

You turned around, ass in air and pussy all spread out for him to watch. The mini vibrator caused the shaking of your legs, namjoon sweared at the sight. You looked so tempting, so inviting like a sex goddess indeed.

He forced himself to tear his graze from you and focus on the live, sure by now all people would be curious and he knew that.

He just couldn't help himself but grab his aching bulge between his legs. You really made his cock rock hard, he was struggling keeping his posture straight.

He drank water frequently, paused while giving answers and he just sweared on live. What else can he do to get more troubles?

" Is someone with you oppa? " Namjoon repeated a comment and narrowed his eyes then replied, " Ohh aniyo... It's just the... Curtains. Haha. They keep disturbing me. " He struggled answering their question, which only made your lips twitch upward slightly and you turned around and pulled out the toy which was deep inside you.

You stood up and took out a hitachi wand from your cupboard. Namjoon bought it for you as a gift. You still remember the first time he used that thing on you, the orgasms from this thing were really strong and powerful.

You switched on the toy and placed the settings at one.

The vibrations were killing you, if you continued longer you didn't know if you would be able to keep your moans suppressed. You muffled your moans by placing your small hand above your mouth.

It was really tough for Namjoon to keep his sanity intact. The mere sight of you was driving him crazy, your legs were wide spread, your boobs looked so soft, a toy was stimulating your throbbing clit , you were so wet he could easily see your slick all over your thighs and bedsheet.

You mouthed PLEASE asking him to fuck you, Namjoon forcefully dragged his eyes from you to the tab he pretended like he's interested in the live but no he wasn't. All of his attention was on you now, you did got his attention.

It was getting impossible for him to remain collected so he asked, " Just a second people I'll be back, I need to use restroom hehe. I'll be quick. " And he muted his live, he forgot that the people might see his aching big buldge but he do not give two fucks about that now.

When he marched towards you, to say you were scared will be a understatement. His jaw was clenched and he fisted his hands. You quickly closed your legs and tried to sit up but he dragged you up by your neck, " What do you think you're doing huh?" That voice. That fucking voice sent chills down your spine, you Whimpered from the way he was squeezing your neck tight, cutting the supply of air.

" Do you FUCKING THINK this shit is FUNNY huh?? " He whispered yelled and slammed your head against the headboard and slapped your wet cunt, throwing the expensive wand on floor, making you whimper.

" Don't... Don't fucking close your legs on me now baby, you were spreading your legs like a whore just a minute ago. " He whispered in your ear, his voice could easily make you cum let his hands and dick alone.

" M'sorr-yyyy joon" You gasped sang, barely audible but he heard you, " Now, now, now don't say that okay? I know your not FUCKING SORRY." You but your lower lips knowingly, you knew this was coming, you asked for it. Actually no you begged for it so you can do nothing but to take his punishments like a big girl.

He stuffed his big and thick fingers inside your little cunt making you arch your back and he rammed his fingers so fast and deep inside you making you out of breath.

He pulled away after a minute or two, he needs to get back to the live and may be end it properly. You quickly held his hands and dragged his fingers on your needy cunt for more but he pulled away his hands " Don't you dare baby, stay like this kay? Don't make this hard for both of us. I'll be quick. " Namjoon wrapped his muscular and veiny hand around your neck to keep you still. You only nodded and waited for him.

You obeyed him because you don't want to piss him any more, you knew after this he would be leaving you with a numb and sore pussy anyway.

He sucked his fingers clean, closed his eyes tasting your essence. He growled, you tasted so good he just couldn't wait. You immediately shut your legs close feeling more wet at his lewd action.

He adjusted his crotch and went back on his chair. He unmuted the live and again started answering their questions and laughing with them.

They did asked questions because they were suspicious but he made excuses and cleared there doubts. After 5-10 mins he bid goodbye and turned off the tab.

He closed his eyes, and sighed. You could see how tense he was, the fear of getting caught by army was exciting but scary also. It could've lead him to some serious trouble.

He opened his eyes and looked at you, silently. His breath was slow, his dragon eyes covered in lust and anger. He looked so intimidating to you. You were scared, so scared. Neither you nor he was speaking anything but his gaze was sending you over the edge. You stared at your legs, you just couldn't look at him in his eyes.

Your breath hitched when he stood up and started taking slow steps towards you, you didn't dared to raise your eyes but you could feel him standing next to you.

He grabbed your jaw harshly making you whimper, " Explain. " He demanded. You couldn't speak the words out from your mouth. His grip was becoming harsher.

" Pl-easeee-" , " Please what?? Huh? Did I fucking stuttered baby? Or did I gave you the permission to touch yourself? Or to touch the toys? " He questioned but you were in a deep haze from the pain and pleasure that you couldn't make yourself to speak.

" You're just a dumb whore right? You can't speak unless I force you? " He was speaking with so much anger and authority that even his degradation was sending direct waves of pleasure to your core.

He took off his sweatshirt and his chest looked so good, so tempting . Your palms were itching to touch him you slowly raised your hands towards him but he gripped it harshly making you groan in displeasure," After the stunt you've pulled y/n do you think I'm letting you touch me.?" The tone of his voice was cold, like a warning to you, bet any other person would run away but you, you begged him to treat you this way.

he stood beside you with his naked broad chest. The pecs really looked yummy tho, namjoon's muscles only got thicker after he started doing gym.

He climbed up in the bed, stood on his knees and spoke in your ears, " You really put me in a bad position today baby, now I'll exactly give you what you've been craving for. "

Well, you couldn't deny him can you!? You just gotta take what he gives.

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sopejinsunflower · 1 year

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a/n: ok so this started out with a completely different idea but when idk, somewhere along the way the plot kinda left the chat and it just screams horny horny brain is horny so yeah…but I had this idea ever since Arson came out lol I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. It has been sitting in my WIP since December and I honestly didn't do much editing or proofreading >.<

Title: Was actually originally called Devil May Care

Warning: 18+, violence implied, gun use, minor DNI

Summary: You are a very highly respectable business woman but your scene is less than…ideal. You need a new head of security but with a tight schedule, you have to hire someone with just the basic qualification. It’s all fine until you realise your new head of security is someone you’ve been masturbating to for most of your adult life. And to make things worse (or better), he knows you know.

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x you, Park Jimin

Tags: Employer-employee AU! Penetrative sex, masturbation implied, violence mentioned, slight Hoseok dom because no way I’m NOT putting that in.

Word count: 19k

You slam your bag onto the surface of your desk hard enough for the sound to jerk everyone upright, standing rigidly waiting for you to unleash your anger.

You raise your gaze, glaring daggers at the man standing across from you with his eyes downcast, hands clasped together in front of him. “Explain yourself,” you growl out in between gritted teeth.

He only purses his lips, unable to come up with anything. He fucked up, he knows, and as your head of security, he knows he’s about to get the axe. You don’t repeat yourself, knowing full well what happened and how it had happened but you just wanted him to admit it and he can’t even do that. Your instructions had been simple, and yet it had seemed to be a tall order for someone with twenty-five years under the belt as a security guard to high risk VIPs such as yourself; working in the diamond industry comes with its perks.

He had one job: protect you. When you are closing in on deals, most times the merchandise is already with you, hidden in secretly-sewn pockets to be retrieved once everything is signed and the payment method is handed over and checked. Payment method, because people don’t usually pay with cash, especially those black organisations that insist on meeting in dark dingy rooms or empty parking lots. And you can never trust them fully to not fuck you over during those meetings so his job was to make sure that there are no unpleasant surprises beforehand and if it does happen, get you out of there safely.

But here you are, standing in your office, half the guards smelling like gunsmokes, three of them currently being tended to by your private doctor for bullet wounds and there’s a thin, light scratch over your forehead and your shoulders are starting to ache from having to fire your own Glock while running. The situation had been far from safe and it all fell onto his shoulders. You check your reflection in the cabinet glass, huff and turn around. “Get the fuck out of my face. You’re fired.”

He gives you one last bow and walks out of the room, hands clenched in fists. You’re not an easy employer, even you know that, but you are fair and pay people five times the market rate, more than fair for the kind of environment they have to work in. But those high wages don’t come easy; you have strict criterias and requirements for both the roles and the responsibilities they carry. You’re not irrational but you have to maintain the highest vigilance not just for your sake, but for everyone involved. When you need job A to be done in a certain way, it must be followed to the T. Or things like this happen.

You heave a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Without looking, you wave your hand to dismiss the other guards and plop yourself in your reclining leather chair, feeling a thousand pounds heavier than you did in the morning. To be completely honest, you had been having the same nagging feeling for a week now, leading to that meeting with the Ryuukai, the Dragon Organisation, but, then again, you always feel weird during the days prior to a black market deal. If only you’d listened more to your gut feeling, but hindsight is always fifty-fifty.

First thing’s first: you need a new head of security.

You rub at your face, sigh again, and call for your executive secretary. Park Jimin swishes in through the door not three seconds later and you look up in surprise. He’s holding a glass of water and an ibuprofen for the headache that’s starting up, his usual notebook clamped in his armpit. “How long were you waiting outside the door?” you ask, taking the glass and painkiller gratefully.

“Just right after Hank walked out,” he answers airily, sitting down in one of the velvet chairs across from you, crossing his legs and taking out his pen and notebook.

Jimin is in a three-piece suit but without the jacket and his sleeves rolled up. Honestly, he dresses like a boss himself instead of a secretary but working with you means he’s technically in charge of the whole office. His nickname is God’s Messenger because when he delivers your orders or instructions, the others obey without a word. He’s more of a right-hand-man, too, by how much you rely on him when you’re not in.

You place the pill at the back of your tongue and take huge gulps of the water to swallow it, almost finishing the whole tall glass. You sigh, sitting back, eyes still closed. “Why does it seem like you’re the only one who knows to do your job well? It’s so hard to find reliable employees these days.”

Jimin preens in his chair, sitting up straighter. “Well, first, I don’t seem to do my job well, I do my job well. Second, stop sighing like an old woman. Third, I don’t have any response regarding reliable employees but I’m assuming we’ll need to hire a new one?”

You nod, sitting up and letting out another long, heavy sigh much to Jimin’s annoyance. “Do you think you can find someone in two weeks?”

“You’re getting more and more demanding,” he says nonchalantly, writing down something in his notebook. “Two weeks, got it. Shall I put ‘psychic’ as the requirement?” At the confused look from you, he adds, waving the pen around, “Oh, you know, so he’s able to tell if a situation could go bad. Like Hank couldn’t.”

Your face immediately turns sour. “A thorough investigation would have been enough to avoid that whole mess,” you hiss, clenching the edge of the desk. “I almost lost men out there!”

Jimin suppresses from rolling his eyes. “Right, right. So someone thorough, got it. Two weeks won’t be enough time to find someone of your high standards. Are you sure you don’t want to postpone that deal with the Sumiyoshi?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “This meeting has been scheduled for months now. I can’t mess this up. They’re already pissed about the last botched merch from last time. And I’m still pissed about that.”

Jimin scoffs in between his writing. “Don’t worry. The guy is still paying for his mistakes until today in some basement out there. You made sure of that. I don’t know if we can find quality and reliable candidates in this short time but I’ll dig around. No promises, though.”

“Update me again in a week,” you tell him as he’s leaving your office.

He pauses in the doorway, leaning back to look at you. A genuine look of concern is clear on his face. “Go home and rest. You look like shit. I’ll handle things here.”

You give him an appreciative smile and pack up your things, wanting nothing more than a long warm bath and pulling your fluffy duvet over you so you can curl up and sleep in your empty king bed. You get home, get undressed and strut around naked in your apartment. You start to fill up the bath and while the water is going, you head for a glass of white wine in the kitchen, something to calm your nerves. It didn’t help much.

The bath beeps and you head to the bathroom, throw in your favourite bath bomb and watch it fizzle as you take a quick shower to rinse off; you hate the idea of sitting in your own filth. Then you step in and have about a fifteen-minute soak. The warm water helps soothe your aching muscles and your left hand, the one you use to shoot your gun, finally stops shaking. You add another bath bomb to the water but when you step out, you can still smell the gunpowder. You take a second shower and spend extra time rubbing your body with a loofah and washing your hair.

Satisfied that there’s no more smell, you pull on a comfortable satin slip, dry your hair and dive into bed. The thick, black-out curtains have been pulled shut and you’re hoping to take a nap but no matter how long you lie there, you keep blinking up at the ceiling, replaying today’s shitshow over and over again.

It’s not your first shoot-out, of course, but it doesn’t make it any less scary each time. The Ryuukai is known to be difficult but you’ve done deals with them in the past before and they have all gone smoothly enough. This time though, you learnt that there had been a shift in the organisation and there were new faces, even the middleman was someone you’ve never met before and not the person you talked to a month prior to setting up the meeting. Everything had felt fishy and shadier than usual and you wish you had followed your gut.

Your entourage had been ambushed. The Ryuukai had attempted to get their hands on the diamonds by force and your whole team had walked straight into a trap. When it was obvious they couldn’t find where the merchandise was, they chose violence. To be fair, Jimin was right; Hank couldn’t have known how that would turn out but there’s a reason one of his main responsibilities is to stake out and investigate every little detail ahead of the meeting. It’s to avoid things like this from happening because it has happened in the past. These measures aren’t put there for fun; they’re implemented so that every one of your men gets to go home to their families at the end of the day.

And three of them almost didn’t. Lawyers have been dispatched to deal with the families regarding the situation but you can’t help but feel it was avoidable. Hank had been with you for five years with no problems but lately his head has been out of the game. You’re not privy to his personal lives, literally not your concern, but the one thing you ask of your employees is that they don’t bring home matters to work. If Hank had been going through some tough shit outside of work, then he never communicated it. You’re not a monster; you would’ve taken him off of work without him losing his job or income if he had needed time to sort things out first.

You sigh and hear your secretary's voice in your ear about being an old woman. You roll your eyes to the ceiling. Your phone pings and you check the message.

Jimin: The families have signed the NDAs. It’s on your desk.

PING!

Jimin: Stop staring at the ceiling and sleep.

What the fuck?! Does he have a spy camera or something? You sit up in bed, paranoid, looking around the room.

PING!

Jimin: No, there’s no camera. I just know you too well (rolling eyes emoji)

You slap the phone face down on the bedside table after putting it on silent mode and pull the duvet back over your head. Nothing’s more frustrating than someone who is always right and knows it, too. One of these days you’ll find a nicer more submissive PA but you doubt it. He’s too damn good at his job for you to find any good reason to get rid of him.

BUZZ!

You groan out loud but grab the phone anyway.

Jimin: I had a food delivery schedule for around 7PM. I don’t think cooking will be on your to-do list today.

Too damn good, you think with a snort, putting away the phone for the last time because by hook or by crook, you’ll force that nap to come. Fifteen minutes later, after much tossing and turning, sleep still eludes you like a fish flitting through water. You’re still somehow high-strung, your brain refusing to forget today’s botched deal as it replays each scene for you to do a play-by-play; from the moment you notice the shiftiness of the Ryuukai’s men, the fact that you don’t recognise any of them, right down to the last moment of the shoot-out, you running, gunshots ringing in your ears until you’re safely in the car and Hank slammed the door behind you.

Then you remember something; your little emergency stash under the bed made especially for times like this. You crawl over to the edge, lean halfway off the bed and rummage around under there trying to pull out the little box. It feels a little childish to be hiding stuff in that old tin box, something you’ve had with you for a very long time, even now when you’re one of the most powerful figures of the underworld living in one of the luxurious penthouses in the middle of the city.

You pry open the lid and sift through the stuff in there. If anyone found that box, one would think it belongs to a teenage girl by the content: an old bookmark handmade from a laminated maple leaf, 16th and 21st birthday cards from old friends and families, a beaded bracelet, a few foreign coins, a few loose buttons, a few Polaroid photos faded with time. You ignore all the rest and pull out from the bottom an old and very well-used folded up poster. You put everything away and lay back on your pillow, carefully unfolding the piece of A3 paper.

Immediately you can feel the tension slip off of your shoulders at the sight of your favourite man in the world: Hoya, in all of his glorious nakedness besides the silver necklaces around his neck, the black masquerade mask that hides half of his face, and the little detective hat that he’s tipping over with that petulant smirk on his handsome face that screams, “Bet you wish you can have me, don’t you?”

Yes, yes I do, you think, this time with a wistful sigh, your eyes roaming his body, imagining you can put your hands all over those biceps and rock-hard abs and kiss that Celtic hope tattoo on his chest, suck on his fingers and suckle on his nipples before…your eyes move downwards, saving that view for last even if you’ve seen it a thousand times. It works every time like a charm.

You lie back onto your pillow, the poster in hand. This is from one of his earlier issues from a few years back and by far your favourite, thus why it’s stored in your mental emergency box. You know a few things about this man; his age (three years younger than you), his favourite food (Korean), his favourite alcohol (soju and he drinks it only once a week), his favourite book (Living, Loving, Learning), his favourite song (it changes every three months), what he wanted to be as a child, what he wants now as an adult, his preferred type of woman (demure, sweet and kind but loves it spicy in the bedroom), and his hobby.

You know his favourite position in bed, his kinks (D&M, bondage), his favourite subject in school (maths, surprisingly) and even the name of his first pet (Mickey). You know why he has that scar on his left eyebrow (at a judo tournament in high school when the opponent split his head but he won the competition anyway), the neighbourhood he grew up in and that he has an older sister who he’s close with. You know that he visits his parents every other weekend to have dinner with them because he prioritises family time. You know that he hates sleeping in the dark because of that one time a friend played a prank by locking him up in the closet and forgot about him, so he sleeps with a nightlight the shape of a crescent moon. You also know his birth zodiac but that he doesn’t believe in fate.

You know all this information about this man that graces the monthly adult magazine you subscribe to since university and yet you don’t know his real name nor what he actually looks like. All of his posters and photos were masked. Someone in your position could easily have attained his real name at least but you decide not to. The mystery of it all kind of enhances his charm, you think, but fuck, if only you could, at least once in your life, to be able to wrap your mouth around that perfect cock of his.

“You think you deserve this, baby?” the Hoya in your head asks as he looms over you, one hand leaning against the headboard above your head. He swings his hips close to your face, teasing you with his giant cock inches from your lips.

“Yesss,” you mewl back, batting your eyelashes prettily for him. “Please.”

“Please what, sugar?”

You writhe under your blanket, your fingers quickly finding the wet spot in between your legs, eyes closed as you imagine the scene. “Please, daddy. I want it.”

And in your fantasies, Hoya always does. He always satisfies you, prioritising your needs as he winds you up and up and up and letting you come crashing down on your highs. He teases and taunts you, worships you like the goddess that you are and you’d scream his name over and over again as he rams into you until you’re all spent and blissful and he’d love you up more softly this time, rocking you both gently until he comes. Those scenes were enough ammo for your fingers to work furiously underneath the thick duvet, arching your back against your pillow, murmuring words you pretend the adult model can hear until you come, toes curling and sighing out his stage name.

Then the guilt comes creeping in and you jump out of bed to clean yourself, chastising yourself that it’s just distasteful for someone like you to get so lost in your own head when your team was almost annihilated today. You bury yourself back in bed and this time, sleep comes much easier.

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“So…about the new head of security…”

Jimin follows you into your office and watches you straighten out your desk before you finally look up at him. “I don’t think we’ll find anyone in two weeks. I’m serious about postponing it because at this rate we’ll-”

“No.” You cut him short, plopping down into your seat and powering on the iMac. “The meeting with the Sumiyoshi is too important, Jimin, you know this. I can’t risk losing another business because we are not dealing with the Ryuukais anymore after last night.”

Jimin clicks his fingers. “Oh, right! I’ve sent a team as you requested to their headquarters. You’ll hear about it at around…” he checks his watch casually, “noon, perhaps.”

You nod but the look on your face was clear to Jimin that you barely listened, clicking away on your computer, eyebrows furrowing. Jimin sighs. “Hey, look at me.”

You stop what you were doing and shift your gaze to him without turning your head. He scowls but says, “I’m serious about recruiting a head of security this willy-nilly. We’re talking about the head here, not some disposable goons. He’ll be responsible for your safety. You know, keeping you alive in situations similar to last night?”

You roll your eyes, throwing your head back. “Get to the point, Jimin.”

“I refuse to hire just anyone,” he says with a serious look on his face. “I won’t do it and risk you getting shot dead. It took us months to hire and train Hank and you want me to find someone to fill the role in two weeks? That’s not just crazy; that’s stupid.”

You grit your teeth, fingers flexing and unflexing. Anyone else who would speak to you like that would not still be standing as sturdily as Jimin is in that moment, holding his own almost like he’s the boss reprimanding you. But to your credit, you sit there in silence; one of Jimin’s many skills is to make you listen and you trust him enough to do so without protest.

“Fine, then,” you concede, although your tone of voice is still very forceful. “We’ll hire a temporary one, then, if that makes you feel better. Someone good enough for the meeting in two weeks. Someone who won’t need much training but has enough experience to handle something like that.”

“Something like what? A meeting between two underground groups to exchange illegal material for cases of cash?” Jimin writes something in his notebook, arching an eyebrow as he speaks. “Noted. I have doubts but I’ll keep my eyes peeled and in the meantime find someone long term.”

He gives you a condescending smirk and waltzes right out. Just as you thought you were finished dealing with him, he pops his head back in. “Gang things may not sound appealing. Shall I fish them with a higher salary?”

“Do whatever you need to, Jimin,” you reply impatiently, waving your hand at him. “Just go away.”

“Neatto,” he chimes, disappearing again.

Around noon, as Jimin predicted, the front page of most major online newspapers are covering the same story: “Mass murder, arson; the dragon has fallen”. Fancy news title to report on the demise of a mafia group but it is what it is. The shootout at the parking garage, however, wasn’t even mentioned anywhere. You don’t even bother reading the rest of it, clicking away to focus on other more important things, like the arrival of the goods for the Sumiyoshi next week. Customs a bitch to deal with but you have your strings to pull.

You don’t hear from Jimin the rest of the day and that’s fine. It means that work is progressing smoothly and your only hope is for him to find candidates for the open position. You consider rehiring Hank but that would bruise your ego so you squash the idea. For now. If the Ryuukais were bad, the Sumiyoshi would be even worse and a head of security would give the peace of mind you’d need and also a sort of deterrent as well for any fuckery they planned.

You can’t trust those men and the moment they think they see an opening, they’d take it. They can’t stand having to bow to a woman but you rule the diamond business in this part of the world and they have no other reasonable choices. You are known to be fair and trustworthy, an empire you took years to build, carving in your name after you took over from your grandfather. You’re more of a businesswoman than a gang leader but taking over the business meant you had to take over every aspect of it; the good, the bad and the shady illegal shit that you only discovered after signing the handover agreement.

You rub your eyes with your fingertips. You rarely feel sorry for yourself. Why should you? You live in a luxurious apartment that has 24-hour heavy security, you have a driver most times, your status gives you a free pass almost always, money is just a means of transaction that you’ve never hesitated to blow off if you needed to, and power over all the right people. Your business is as clean as you can keep it, you don’t have blood on your hands. Some deals are a little under the table, yes, but nowhere near the same category as the groups and gangs you deal with. You are, technically, legitimate. So why do you feel so shackled?

People your age are married with kids these days, happy as they lived their lives like any normal person would. See, you want kids. Someday. But your life doesn’t have any space for even a lover. They are a hindrance, a bargaining chip that can easily be used against you. And they’re rarely ever loyal, not when to die for love’ could be literal in your world. No one actually means it when they say it.

Then, like always when you think about the topic, Hoya’s face floats in front of your eyes; that cheeky glint in his eyes behind the mask, the parted lips with his tongue just slightly sticking out, enough for you to imagine things with it and the long, slender fingers that you’ve fantasise about doing more than just sticking them in your mouth. You shake your head to clear away the dirty thoughts creeping in. No, I’m at work! You slap your cheeks a few times and return back to the computer screen.

It’s not until the end of the week when Jimin informs you, with an unamused look on his face, that so far there were only three applicants and one of them is totally a reject because the guy is fresh out of college looking for a lucrative part time job before he leaves for Australia.

“So that leaves us with two,” Jimin is saying, the iPad completely hiding his face from where you sit. “I’ve talked to them both. One has a military background. A captain in Iraq. Came back and currently working as a mall night security guard. Has PTSD so can’t commit to a nine to five. Looks promising but he has teenage kids and a dead wife.”

“And the other one?”

Jimin shakes his head. “I don’t really like this one.”

“Why not?” You frown, curious.

Jimin sighs. “Well, for one, the only good thing going for him is that he has multiple martial arts skills - judo, taekwondo, karate. This guy needs a new hobby.”

“So what’s wrong about him? Those are useful in this industry,” you say, sitting back in your chair and swinging it from side to side.

“What’s wrong about him is that he’s in his mid-twenties but no full time job to account for,” Jimin answers as he scrolls through the man’s resume. “He graduated in economics, worked part time at a bar for a few months and then nothing. Said he does small freelance gigs here and there but won’t say what. I don’t like him.”

You laugh. “Pretty sure you can run a background check on him easily.”

“I know but it’s suspicious. I don’t like someone who I can’t read,” Jimin retorts. “I say go with the vet and then after the meeting we’ll reassess if we’d want to keep him. I’ll keep the job posting up in case we’d get better candidates.”

You mull over the information Jimin has provided you. The military vet does seem to be the obvious choice; he has experience and skills a head security needs but the fact that he’s the only thing standing in between whether his kids will grow up with one parent or end up in foster care makes everything a tad bit harder. That, or the fact that his kids could also be used as leverage by the enemies. Not a pretty thought but, again, it has happened.

On the other hand, Jimin is correct about the martial arts guy. A person who has something to hide could be detrimental to you and the company. He has a good education but no job worth of note. Now, in the normal world, it would be understandable that not everyone is lucky enough but in your life, it’s a red flag. Your enemies are always finding ways to get close to you and you can’t risk being negligent now.

But you’re running out of time.

You nod your head and turn to your secretary. “Alright, then. Give it to the vet. Have him report in on Monday morning.”

Jimin beams. “Consider it done.”

On Monday morning, you walk into the office and are met with a sour-faced Jimin talking heatedly on the phone in the corner of the pantry area. When he sees you, he ends the call and strides over. “He’s not coming,” he huffs.

“Who’s not coming?”

“The vet guy,” he explains bitterly. “Apparently his friend got him a job on the weekend and he felt better to go with the other option.”

“And you told him off on the phone?” You arched an eyebrow at him, incredulous.

Jimin looks confused. “What? No, that wasn’t him. That was the recruiter.” He rolls his eyes and you have the urge to call him an old man but don’t. “Anyway,” he sighs, “I’ve asked the other candidate to come in at ten for a “final” interview.” Jimin makes air quotes with his fingers. “Figured we can talk to him and then see how it goes.”

You stare at the clock. “That’s in thirty minutes.”

Jimin curses, checking his watch. “Fuck!”

“Are you okay? You seem out of sorts today,” you ask, walking over to the coffee machine.

“Are you serious right now?”

You look at him, the coffee machine whirring in the background. “What?”

“Didn’t you see the email I sent you last night?”

“No. Why?”

Jimin looks a little pale. “It’s on your desk,” he says dryly, raising his phone to his ears. “I’ll just go and make sure the guy comes in today.” He walks out of the pantry talking on the phone, his voice harsh and cold to whoever he’s speaking to. You carry your coffee mug into your office and make a straight beeline to the single sheet of paper placed in the middle of it. You pick it up and read through Jimin’s cursive handwriting.

“Sonofabitch!”

***

Jung Hoseok walks into the huge office feeling only slightly intimidated by the large windows and the fact that he was literally three hundred metres above ground. He involuntarily shivers.

“Hi,” he says as he approaches the man dressed in a three-piece suit. The man looks up and smiles and Hoseok is immediately taken aback by how pretty he looks. He clears his throat and continues, “I’m here for the interview.”

“Jung Hoseok?” Jimin asks, though already knowing the answer. He looks the tall man up and down, dressed in a full suit minus a tie; a little odd considering this is an interview.

Hoseok nods. He notices the other man staring at his bare collar and consciously tug at it. “I forgot it. Hope it won’t affect the interview,” Hoseok mumbles, not meaning any word of it. He hates ties, plain and simple.

Jimin stands up and offers his hand. “No worries. We’re not that conventional. I’m Park Jimin, the secretary.” He notices how Hoseok’s eyes grow infinitesimally wider at that but continues, “Please have a seat while I let the boss know you’re here. Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

“No problem. I was in the neighbourhood,” Hoseok replies as he follows Jimin to a lounge chair outside a set of oak double doors. Another lie. He just needed the job and would think about the multiple traffic rules he broke on the way over later. Hoseok watches as the secretary disappears behind the double doors as he sits down. He strains his ear to hear beyond it but no sound comes through.

Hoseok takes this time to compose his thoughts, running through his head the things that he thinks would be good to say. A temporary head of security position and with his lack of experience, he’s very surprised (and very suspicious) that he even got a callback, never mind a final face-to-face interview directly with the boss. Judging by the place and the very vague ad, he has an idea what sort of man he’d have to keep safe; old, filthy rich with probably illegal money, and most possibly a narcissist. All the top dogs are usually one, especially when their office is this fucking high up in the sky. Why can’t it be something more grounded, for fuck’s sake?

Never mind, he just needs the money. All he has to do is smile and agree to everything the old geezer says and tells him to do. It’s temporary anyway. No biggie.

The oak door opens and Jimin steps out. He gestures to the door. “The boss is ready for you. Go on in.”

Hoseok stands up and takes a few deep breaths. Jimin eyes him, not even hiding the fact that he’s watching the taller man with as much interest as a lion has its prey. The small smile on the secretary’s face is starting to grate Hoseok the wrong way but he straightens himself up and walks past him and into the room without another look.

Jimin waltzes back to his desk, whistling. “Whew, I do sure hope he aces the interview,” he whispers to himself.

Inside, Hoseok is looking around the massive room. Everything about it screams old, rich man smoking cigars his whole life; the dark mahogany desk, the shelves of thick books on economics, world history, business, diamonds and a few others that looked to be in Italian and Japanese, the bare mantelpiece with a couple of plagues to certify that the business is legit. No ashtray, though. The office has a warm brown tone, calming but, again, confirms his earlier assumptions. On the bright side, it also means that the money promised on the ad is something he can expect if he gets the job, an amount that would definitely give him the life that he so desperately wants.

The office is empty and it takes him a while to register the water running in a connecting restroom. He stands in front of the desk, hands clasped in front of him, and waits patiently. He has to give a good impression. This job will be his one ticket to freedom.

The restroom door opens and he turns around, expecting an elderly man with an extended stomach to waddle out. At the sight of you, in a light grey suit with an open top white blouse underneath, Hoseok stumbles backward, hitting one of the chairs behind him, making it scrape back noisily.

“Sorry for the wait,” you say, walking to the other side of the desk. “I just needed to freshen up. Hectic morning. Please, have a seat.”

Hoseok looks around the room again, waiting for someone else to come in. You watch him, a small sarcastic smile on your lips. “Are you looking for someone?”

Hoseok looks back at you, eyebrows furrowed. “I thought-”

His eyes fall on the nameplate in front of him with the title Chief Executive Officer above your name. He looks at you then down at the nameplate and then back at you. You sit back in your chair, watching, amused. “You thought a woman can’t be the boss?”

There’s no contrition on Hoseok’s face, no embarrassment of sorts for having had that sexist thought right in front of a prospective employer. He just looked genuinely confused and then he shrugs, sitting down. “I just had a different idea initially,” he finally says, unbuttoning his suit jacket and crossing his legs at the knee. Five seconds later, he uncrosses it and sits up straighter.

“You’re not used to this, are you?” you ask, tilting your head, observing him.

Hoseok doesn’t answer, his face remaining passive.

You lean your elbows on the desk, steepling your fingers together. “Tell me, what sort of jobs have you had before,” you glance at the resume in front of you, “Jung Hoseok?”

“Different things,” he says casually. “A little bit of this and that.”

You eye him. A small part of you is annoyed by his rudeness but a bigger part of you is actually curious, dying to know what a handsome man like him does for a living that he’s not comfortable in this formal setting. You notice his slender, pretty fingers lightly drumming against his knee while the other hand rests against his cheek, looking at you like he’s the one conducting the interview instead. It’s somewhat angering and yet oddly amusing, like you wanted to see more of this devil-may-care behaviour of his.

“I need specifics, Mr Jung,” you say. “I can’t hire someone I don’t know anything about and your resume,” you lift it up, “is pretty much empty. I don’t know what impression you got of our company but I can assure you I have high standards.”

He looks pointedly at you. “Then why did you request me to come in?”

You blink at him, dumbfounded. “Well, touché,” you laugh lightly, sitting back again. “To be honest, I was attracted by your martial art skills and I’m impressed. I think it will be useful for this position.”

Hoseok slides lower in his seat and spreads his legs in the typical way a man sits. He leans an elbow against the arm of the chair, resting his head lightly on three fingers. Suddenly, you lost your train of thoughts. Something about the way he sits, down to the tapping forefinger against the side of his temple, seems familiar. The set jaws, the serious lips and the tinge of iciness in his eyes; all seem to be ringing a bell in the back of your mind. Especially the eyes. Where have you seen it before?

“If it’s only the martial arts, then you won’t need to know my work history,” he says, his tone of voice cool and even with a touch of airiness that makes you think you’re beneath him. “But if you must know, I work part time as a judo instructor at a gym near my place.”

You glance at the piece of paper in your hand. It’s the only information available there and it doesn’t answer your question. You glare at him but he continues to speak. “Other than that I just do a bit of odd jobs here and there. I didn’t think it would be relevant nor make a good impression so I just left them out.”

“What kind of odd jobs?” you push, narrowing your eyes.

He returns your look coolly and takes five whole seconds before answering. “A bit of bartending, a bit of labour work. Different things like that.”

Outside, Jimin is pouring over the short email he had just received. The background check on Jung Hoseok doesn’t yield much information either, only that he was recruited into a hospitality agency and currently still is an employee there. Jimin Googled the agency but all that comes out is that it’s an outsourcing company, supplying workers to a variety of clients ranging from construction companies to restaurants and bars. He guesses the man wasn’t lying after all. He calls up the agency and speaks to an admin, taking out his pen to jot down in his trusty notebook.

In the office, you check Hoseok’s resume again. “It says here you went to college and graduated with a degree in economics. You’ve been part-timing since then?”

*Yes,” he answers curtly.

“Is there any particular reason for that?”

“The economy is shit these days,” he mutters out. “Look,” he sits up straighter, getting honestly tired of this whole thing, “I’m not here to bullshit with you. I need the money. If you think my martial arts skill will be good for the position, then hire me. If not, let me know so I can get to the next interview.”

You sit there, mouth agape at his audacity. “You’re the one who needs the job, you know,” you retort back, getting angry. “Would it kill you to at least pretend to be nice?”

Hoseok sighs, scratching the side of his head. “Would that make it easier for you?”

“Yes!” You give him an incredulous look but also surprised at yourself for actually answering him. What the hell is wrong with him? “What’s your problem, man?”

Now it’s his turn to look a little shocked, raising his eyebrows at you. Collecting himself, he stands up. “Look, this is a temporary position, right? Just until the end of this week? I’ll lay it out for you: I’m good at kicking ass and I know how to handle a firearm.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I served in the military for eighteen months.”

You scan the resume again. “Then why the hell didn’t you put it here?”

He rolls his eyes. “Because I’m Korean and it’s just a mandatory requirement. It wouldn’t have mattered here.”

“What? Of course it matters! Especially in the job position you’re applying for!” You’re standing up, too, absolutely frustrated with him. “Why did you even bother coming in if this is the attitude you’re giving?”

“Because I needed the job,” he shrugs, answering.

“That’s a rhetorical question!”

He frowns at you as if you’re the one not making any sense. He puts a fist against his hip, looking like he’s ready to walk out the door, and asks, “Do you want me or not?”

Un-fucking-believable. Never in your life have you ever met someone so audacious, so frustrating, so full of himself, and you deal with drug lords and gang leaders and mafias and all sorts of the lowest of lows and yet here you are, amazed by this one man’s ability to rile you up. None of those groups of people that you do business with, shady or not, have ever spoken to you the way he did, with no regards of the consequences whatsoever, and they rule the underworld with iron fists. Even they have respect for you!

Hoseok watches you fluster, your face turning red, your eyes glazing over with what looks like tears, your fists clenching and unclenching as your mouth works to form words. Watching you like that, something tweaks at his heart and he feels just a tad bit guilty. He sighs and throws his gaze out the huge window overlooking the city.

Hoseok is not one to feel sorry for anybody because he grew up with no one feeling sorry for him. That part of him never wired right so for him to actually feel a little sympathy for you is new and honestly, he’s not all too sure what to do about it. He shifts his gaze back to you. “Does the position mean I have to answer to you?”

You grit your teeth. “Yes.”

“Do I have a say in any decisions?”

You think before answering through a strained voice, “Yes, if it’s pertaining to my safety. You can make the call.”

Hoseok looks around the room as if looking for some hints of what the job might actually entail. He notices the many books on diamonds and rocks but other than that, there’s nothing. “Do I have to kill people?” he asks.

You hesitate, shuffling from one foot to the other. You square your shoulders and answer, “Only if and when it’s necessary.”

Hoseok nods quietly to himself, looking down to the plush carpet under his feet as if he’s weighing the pros and cons of it all. He looks up again and his face is more determined. “Do I have to wear a stupid suit?”

You almost laugh but stifle it, schooling your face to look impassive. “Haven’t you seen bodyguards before?” When he doesn’t answer but just stares back at you unfazed, you add, “Never mind. I do expect some sort of professionalism and cleanliness, though. What you have on now is fine.”

“I’m not going to wear any damn ties,” he snaps and it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“Whatever. You start tomorrow.”

You call for Jimin to come in with the employment contract and five minutes later, Jung Hoseok is signing the papers without even looking past the salary offered. He doesn’t even ask about the NDA paperworks nor does he even ask about the one-page loyalty pledge that would have him sign away every right he has over his own life, assets and name should he ever risk, betray, or act insubordinate in any way that could cost your life or the company’s. You and Jimin exchange glances a few times, the regret starting to sink in in the pit of your stomach but you remain quiet throughout the ordeal.

When Hoseok finally left, Jimin stormed straight into your office and raised both arms into the air. “What the fuck was that?”

You’re pinching the bridge of your nose. “No idea. Don’t ask. I feel like I’ve just been bullied into hiring someone and I’m already regretting the decision.”

Jimin narrows his eyes at you. “Well, good thing it’s only temporary because girl, you’re honestly losing it.”

“Did you find anything on him?” you ask through a scowl.

Jimin pouts. “Apart from him being a tall glass of water I would definitely slurp empty, nope. Nada. He’s listed on one of those agencies that outsource workers, that’s about it.”

“Explains the odd jobs,” you mumble. “Find me an actual, qualified person with experience this time, Jimin. We’re getting rid of him after the meeting. Fuck!” You let out a loud frustrated sigh. “I can’t fucking believe they move the meeting to this Friday, fucking bastards.”

*~*

Hoseok comes in pretty early the next day, the same time as Jimin walks out of the elevator and sees him in the pantry, a cup of iced coffee in one hand, scowling at something in the direction of the window.

“Morning,” chirps Jimin cheerily, joining the new hire. He’s in a dark pair of jeans, Chelsea boots, and a dark crisp shirt under his unbuttoned suit jacket. Jimin can clearly see the top of Hoseok’s chest by how many buttons he disregarded; not professional but not something Jimin is going to complain about, especially when he can sneak a peek at the hint of a tattoo there on the left side.

Hoseok doesn’t respond to Jimin but only mildly nods his way. He finally turns away from the window but his eyebrows are still furrowed. “When does she usually come in?”

Jimin glances at the clock. “Around this time. She’ll be here soon and it’s My Lady to you, newbie.”

“You call her that?” Hoseok asks, stirring his coffee with his straw.

Jimin snorts. “The others do. I don’t but we have a long history. You, on the other hand, should know your place.”

“Who should know whose place?” you ask, walking into the pantry.

Jimin hands you your steaming cup of coffee and walks out, saying from over his shoulder, “Ask the newbie.”

You raise your eyebrows at Hoseok but the man just shrugs and walks out after the secretary, leaving you standing there completely clueless. Honestly, you might as well just do a whole reorg because what the hell is with this attitude? You’re their boss!

***

Hoseok spent his first day in hours of briefing with you, Jimin and another person simply referred to as ‘The Coordinator’, who talked mostly about the people or businesses they deal with and honestly, Hoseok barely listened.

Once the one-day onboarding process was finished, the only thing Hoseok fully understood was the reason why the salary was so high it was ridiculous. And also why you needed a head of security. He’s basically a personal bodyguard that has his own team of seven to direct and manage. His one and only job is to stick close to you like gum and make sure you remain alive for the length of his contract period, which isn’t all that long considering he’s mainly hired for the big meeting on Friday, three days away. Easy.

Now, Hoseok might not have listened to any of the lectures he was subjected to but he had been highly attuned to you, reading your body language and facial expression, mainly because he was curious as to why a woman like you is in a business like this. Whatever this big meeting is on Friday, it’s so important to you that you barely sat still. He understood the desperation of hiring him for only four days in total just by the way you chew on your lips and shake your knees as Jimin and the The Coordinator explained to him all about what’s supposed to go down with this big, bad group called, the Sumiyoshi.

At the end of the day, while Hoseok retreats to the restroom, you and Jimin convene together to talk about, well, about him.

“I still don’t like him but hot damn he’s a whole meal,” Jimin says as he leans closer to your face to make sure no other ears are listening. “I say we just keep him on as a pseudo bodyguard after the meeting. I’d appreciate eye candy at the office.”

You nudge him with your elbow hard enough he tilts sideways. “First of all, that’ll be sexual harassment of lusting over your coworker. Second of all, I completely agree with you. Although…”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Although what?”

“I don’t know,” you say, shaking your head. “Just feel like I’ve seen him from somewhere before. There’s something about those eyes.”

Jimin snorts. “You mean those mean looking eyes that could undress you with one look?”

You swat at his arm and Jimin laughs. “Admit it. You feel it, too. Like he’s judging everybody.” He exaggerates a shiver and then one look at your crimson cheeks he gasps. “Wait a minute, I didn’t mean that kind of undressing, you dirty girl!”

Hoseok walks in with a glum look on his face and frowns at the two of you laughing together. For some reason, it irks him to see Jimin’s hand casually over yours and you leaning into his side. You both straighten up at the sight of him.

“What happened?” you ask, spotting his wet shirt.

“The sink attacked me,” he replies solemnly, heading over to grab some paper towels from the pantry. You and Jimin look at each other before you follow Hoseok out and Jimin goes back to his desk.

“I’m doubting your ability to fill this position,” you say as you walk into the pantry to Hoseok’s futile attempts at dabbing at his shirt.

“Why’s that?” he asks, nonchalant, not even looking up.

“Well,” you start, standing in front of him and removing his hands to see the damage, “you can’t even handle a sink, so…” you give him a wry smile before gesturing to a closet in the corner. “There’s some extra shirts in there. There should be something that could fit you.”

Hoseok walks over to the closet. “You guys have a shirt closet at the office?”

You shrug. “For emergencies,” you answer, thinking about all the times your men came back from an awry meeting having to get rid of their blood-soaked clothes or to not smell of gunsmoke before going home to their families. Most of those times, that shirt closet saved them from a lot of headaches to deal with, especially your team of lawyers.

To your surprise, Hoseok takes off his shirt on the spot, his broad shoulders in full display. “What the hell? You could have gone into the restroom, for fuck’s sake!” you cry out, going over to the pantry door and shutting it.

Hoseok turns around while still unbuttoning the fresh shirt. What’s even more surprising than him stripping half naked in the pantry is the fact that there’s a playful, sarcastic smile on his lips as he looks at you. “You’ve never seen a man’s torso before, My Lady?”

The way he calls you My Lady was in no way respectful. It was teasing, taunting, arrogant. You cross your arms over your chest, standing a little bit taller. “As a matter of fact, I have. And I’m speaking for the rest of the office. No one wants to see you half naked, Jung Hoseok.” But that’s a complete lie. You can count at least two people who would want to, Jimin being the other person.

You can’t help but stare at the very visible abs, the bellybutton peeking just above the belt around his waist, the wide chest, the tattoo on- wait a second. Your eyes zone in on the tattoo symbol on the left side of his chest and your heart starts racing. Hoseok notices where you’re looking and he hurries to pull the shirt over his head instead, turning away towards the huge window to finish buttoning up everything except for the last ones around the collar.

“That tattoo,” he hears you mutter from behind him.

He finally turns back around, feigning nonchalance once again and picks up his own wet shirt from the floor. “What about it?”

You stare at him, not knowing what to say. If you tell him you recognise it, then you’d have to explain where you’ve seen it before and your employee doesn't need to know what kind of magazines you subscribe to. But those eyes, it’s starting to dawn on you why they’re so familiar, having looked at them almost every night before sleep. And it’s not just those eyes that you’ve been looking at, too. Holy fucking shit.

What did you tell Jimin earlier? That it’s sexual harassment to lust over a coworker? You can feel your whole face on fire as you whirl on your heels and walk off, marching past Jimin who gives you a weird look, before slamming your office door behind you.

You lean against the door, heaving. What in the actual fuck? Jung Hoseok is Hoya?!

*~*

You are acting weird, Jimin thinks.

The rest of that Tuesday, you shut yourself in your office and only came out at the end of the day, not a word to anybody, not even Jimin himself. You zoomed past him and quickly left, leaving Hoseok standing there, looking at him as he had all the answers regarding you because Hoseok was supposed to escort you home. That was part of his job scopes. Well, Jimin didn’t have any answers that day and he dismissed Hoseok for the day.

Today, again, you hole up in the office, not even meeting Jimin in the morning in the pantry as usual, only allowing Jimin to come in and out for business purposes only. Jimin chalks it up to you being under stress. The package delivery is on its way and it’s a very high risk time window; anything could go wrong in between the cargo being loaded up into the plane and for it to arrive into your hands. But something else isn’t adding up: you refuse to even acknowledge Hoseok, your head of security, and requested that any communication between them go through Jimin. A pain in the ass because he has other things to deal with but he kept his mouth shut the whole morning.

You, on the other hand, are a complete mess. The package delivery be damned, your whole integrity is about to implode and you have high suspicions that Hoseok knows that you know because you’ve made a fool of yourself by making it obvious. The good thing is, he hasn’t come outright to ask you about it.

Why the hell didn’t that info come up on the background check? Did Jimin fuck up? Or was Hoseok just that good at hiding his side gig? I mean, he does go by a stage name and not listing that job only meant he had wanted to keep things separate but oh my god, how do you keep things separate when the person you’ve been masturbating to is the person on your payroll?! That’s completely unethical! It makes you such a hypocrite, too, if you confide in Jimin about this whole thing and you rather keep to yourself than be laughed at for the rest of your life.

That’s it. That’s what you’ll do. Just keep it to yourself the same way Hoseok is keeping that part of his life a secret. Pretend that everything is fine and dandy. You can do that. You slump in your seat and bury your face in your hands, groaning inwardly. And just like that, an image of your favourite Hoya poster pops in front of your eyes, cock and all, and you scream and stand up.

Jimin opens the door, eyebrows furrowed so deeply they almost merged. “What’s wrong? Did something happen to the delivery?”

The door is pushed open wider and Hoseok peers from behind Jimin’s shoulder, curious, hands in his pockets. Suddenly, his top disappears from your mind and all you can see is the smooth skin of his body and that hope tattoo on his chest. You can even pick out the veins running along his neck, picturing yourself tracing kisses down it, going further south-

“Earth to y/n!” Jimin calls out, coming over to the desk to look at you more closely. The door swings open wider and Hoseok steps in, leaning against the wall of the office, crossing his legs by the ankle. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing,” you squeak out finally. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Nothing. I’m just- just stressed out. The usual. You know how these times are for me.” You pretend to shuffle around some papers on your desk and Jimin only narrows his eyes.

“The delivery is going as planned,” Hoseok says coolly, his voice even. “My team is monitoring it closely. There shouldn’t be any worry. My Lady.”

You don’t look at him, looking at the spot on the wall next to his head instead and nod. “Right. Good, good.” You swallow, noticing, or probably imagining that strange tone he used to call you ‘my lady’. Most of your men call you that, it’s nothing new, nothing strange. But him? Why does it bother you so much? Maybe because you’ve seen him fucking naked.

“I’m going out to lunch,” you announce, gathering your things.

“Really?” Jimin arches an eyebrow, genuinely perplexed by your behaviour and bordering on worry. “Is it safe to be out and about now? Delivery time is a sensitive one, you usually lay low. I can have your lunch delivered. What would you like?”

“No, no. I need to get some fresh air,” you retort, picking up your bag and rushing for the exit, taking the emergency stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.

Jimin and Hoseok glance at each other. Hoseok pushes off the wall and heads out. “I’ll take care of it,” he says without turning around.

Jimin follows him out to the elevator, still wondering about you. “Bring her back in one piece, Jung.”

The elevator arrives and Hoseok steps in. He gives Jimin a blase two-finger salute before the doors close. As Jimin is about to go back, he notices another odd thing: Hoseok is not going all the way down but only to the level five floors below. Jimin snorts. He guesses the newbie is pretty reliable after all.

You only go as far as five floors down when you start to get breathless and your thighs ache and storming down the stairs in heels isn’t the best of ideas. You pause, leaning against the handrail for support when the emergency door behind you opens and Hoseok leans against one arm to prop it open. “Get out. We’re taking the elevator,” he orders, gesturing with his head. “Hurry before it leaves.”

You want to say no but the thought of going all the way down via the stairs when you’re this high up isn't appealing, crazy almost, so you oblige. In the elevator, both of you remain quiet. It’s a long ride down and it’s the most uncomfortable elevator moment you’ve ever had, cancelling out that one time you were stuck with the Italian mafia right-hand man who was obviously flirting in a language you couldn’t grasp but that you couldn’t say no outright because the deal hasn’t been made yet. And why is it so hot in here?

Finally they arrive and Hoseok pushes past you to lead the way to the waiting car, speaking through his in-ear walkie-talkie. Up in the office, you’ve only ever seen casual Hoseok, nonchalant and calm and looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But down here, where you’re exposed and Hoseok is in his security mode, he’s a complete one-eighty. His eyes are sharp and narrowed, his jaws set and his pace are brisk. He seems to take the role seriously, for someone hired for four days.

And he’s tall. Very tall, taller than you realise. You knew his height, have memorised the numbers in your head because it's basic information of your fantasy lover, but actually seeing it firsthand and being able to compare yourself to him (you barely come up to his shoulders), is different. You shake your head, clearing your thoughts. Focus, you tell yourself. I’m his motherfucking boss.

Throughout lunch and all the way back to the office, you had hoped that he would bring it up, the fact that he’s Hoya, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even ask you if you knew. He doesn’t speak more than he has to, only replying in curt replies, eyes always looking out and around. He seems to be very aware of his surroundings and you suddenly notice the bulge on his waist side; the company-issued firearm.

“It’s good that you’re taking the job seriously,” you say as you both ride the elevator up to the office, stomachs full and you feeling less out of control.

He gives you a dirty look as if you had offended him. “Of course I am.”

After a few minutes of silence, he adds, “I don’t know what kind of person you take me for, but I take my jobs seriously. You get what you pay for.”

You pull a face, confident you’re out of view standing slightly behind him. “Well, thank you for your service,” you remark, intending to sound sarcastic but Hoseok only shrugs, clearly seeing the face you make through the reflective surface of the elevator door.

Just then, Hoseok receives a message through his walkie-talkie that the package has arrived and passed immigration. He relays the message to you, who slump your shoulders as if the information weighs heavily on them. You lean against the back of the elevator, your face hardening, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Almost there,” he hears you mumble. Again, Hoseok feels the same pang of sympathy he had when they first met. He has so many questions to ask you, mainly how you got involved in this side of business but mostly he’s trying to tell himself not to care. The job is temporary and after Friday, he’ll walk out of this office with enough money to do what he had always dreamt of doing. Easy. Cut and dry. So why does the thought of never returning give him a heavy feeling in his chest?

Hoseok takes another look at you through the reflection. You’re leaning against the back wall, eyes staring at a spot somewhere on the carpet floor of the elevator. You’re thinking of something as your forehead creases over and you start biting on your bottom lip. A sudden urge fills him to whip around and pin you against the wall and kiss you hard enough your lips will bleed. But then your eyes look up to meet his and immediately you smile.

“I hope you’re ready for what’s to come, Jung Hoseok,” you say softly, pushing off the wall as the elevator pings. Gone was the troubled look on your face, replaced with the confidence of a person who knows a lot of things are depending on her ability to lead well. For a brief moment, Hoseok could clearly see the bodies you had stepped on to get here and he’s not sure if he’s disgusted by it or turned on.

He’ll find out soon enough.

*~*

Friday is finally here.

Hoseok has been away since Tuesday night; doing surveillance, putting tabs on the Sumiyoshi to make sure they’re not planning a surprise, investigating every square feet of the meeting location to make sure that nothing is planted and no sniper will camp on any buildings or high places on a thirty-mile radius, just to be safe. He had a whole manual book on what to do for these things and as much as he cursed every step of the way, Hoseok made sure he did everything right to the T.

After all, his head is on the line, too.

But also, he’s actually physically sick worrying about all the possibilities of what could go wrong. Hoseok isn’t one to show emotions; he hides them all behind a solid poker face, one he has been putting on these past couple of days whenever he has to see you or speak to Jimin. His hunch about you knowing about the magazine has been confirmed but he decided that if the issue should be addressed, it wouldn’t come from him and he bet you wouldn’t talk about it, too, because then you have to explain how you even know. It’s a niche market, a type of magazine you don’t just stumble upon by accident, though it does make him crazy curious if you actually subscribe to it. That would be interesting.

Friday morning, Hoseok rides the elevator up to the office and finds the place empty of the other usual employees. Instead, there’s a small group of men (and one woman) standing around speaking in a hush tone. All the desks are empty and there’s a sullen atmosphere in the air. The group looks up when he enters.

Jimin walks in, dressed in all black, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He’s in dark jeans and not the usual three-piece. “Jung, you’re here. Good,” he says. To the group, he introduces Hoseok. “The new and temporary head of security. You can calm down, Vera.”

That’s when Hoseok sees the woman slide back the knife up her sleeves, nodding at him in acknowledgement. Hoseok joins to stand next to Jimin but he looks around once, searching for you. Jimin must have noticed and says, “She’s in her office, meditating. These are the couriers.”

“Where’s the package?” asks Hoseok.

Jimin gestures to your office doors. “In there.” To the one called Vera, he hands over a navy duffel bag. “Everything’s in there. You can count them if you want.”

Vera passes the bag over to the man on her left and he opens the zipper just an inch before nodding and zipping it back up. Vera offers a hand to Jimin. “Always nice doing business with you, Park,” she says in an accent Hoseok can’t quite place. “Although I have to warn you, the day we arrived we were tailed and it took awhile to shake them off. We didn’t get to identify them.”

Jimin’s face clouds over. “And were you tailed today?”

“No,” Vera snaps. “I made sure of that. But I advise you to keep your eyes open.” She looks pointedly at Hoseok.

They left and Hoseok goes off into the pantry to check in with his team via the radio while Jimin knocks on your door. He peeks in. “Ready when you are, boss.”

“And Hoseok?” you finish buttoning up your blouse over the Kevlar vest and turn around to Jimin.

“In the pantry. Checking in with the team,” replies Jimin. “Everything looks good.” Jimin approaches and helps you put on your jacket, subtly running his fingers over the vest to make sure everything is properly secured. “How do you feel today?”

Jimin’s voice is soft, a voice only reserved for times like this, when tomorrow feels unsure and Jimin will be left for hours at his desk for news on which protocol to follow: the Meredith Grey Protocol, to which he will have all the privately-hired doctors at the ready and set up lawyers to arrange NDAs as well as mobilise the clean up crew, or the Genocide Protocol for worst case scenarios. In the long existence of this company, the latter had been activated only once, the day your grandfather died and it wasn’t even by Jimin.

“Like I want to throw up,” you answer, letting Jimin fuss with the coat because you can feel him checking the vest. “I honestly feel the same way I did that time the lawyer came to my place to let me know I was about to carry on my grandfather’s business.”

Jimin chuckles. “I remember that day. We just graduated.”

You don’t respond.

Hoseok opens the door and his eyes narrow at Jimin. “The car’s here. We should get going.”

Jimin steps away, crossing his arms over his chest to hide how much his hands are shaking. “Good to go.”

“I can see the vest from here,” Hoseok states matter-of-factly. “Don’t you have darker-coloured tops?”

“Watch your tone, temp,” Jimin snarls but he goes into the restroom to rummage through the drawers in there. He comes out with a different blouse in hand and passes it over to you. The phone outside rings and Jimin rushes out to get it, forgetting to drag Hoseok out, too. Hoseok checks his watch; they’re running a minute late and yet you haven’t made any move to change. The vest being seen isn’t a big deal but it might convey the fact that you are expecting something to go bad, which communicates no trust towards the group you’re doing business with. Safety has to be done tactfully to ensure future relationships. Business is business.

Hoseok catches your fingers fumbling with the buttons of your blouse and he’s honestly a little irked. Aren’t you supposed to be some powerful mogul in the diamond business?

Getting impatient, Hoseok steps forward and roughly pulls off the coat from your shoulders, drapes it over his arm and deftly undo the buttons of your blouse. It’s not like you’re completely naked under there and you aren’t even objecting, merely standing there letting him do whatever.

“Get it together,” he hisses as he yanks the top from your arms. “ Is this what you want to show to your business partners, that you’re just a scared little girl?”

Your eyes flashes dangerously at him. You push him away much to his surprise and grab the blouse from him, putting it on over your head by undoing only a couple of the top buttons. You take the coat from him and take a deep breath. You round on him, poking a finger into his chest. “Don’t ever talk to me like that again.”

You walk out just as Jimin finishes the call. “Everybody’s on the move,” Jimin reports. If he notices the stormy look on your face, he leaves it for later, as a promise to himself that you will be back. “Good luck out there.”

You nod at him and force a smile. “Hold down the fort for me, will ya?”

Jimin doesn’t answer but watches you leave. As Hoseok is passing him, he pulls on the other man’s arm, making him stop and turn angrily. “You let anything happen to her, your ass is mine.”

Hoseok sneers at Jimin’s threat but takes it as an offence to his job albeit it being about to end at the end of the day, one way or another. “I’ll bring the princess back, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he jabs back, turning around and walking out after you.

In the car, you are silent the whole ride. Hoseok sits in front, quietly listening to the reports of his team in his ear, noting bits and pieces of information that are important. So far, everything looks according to plan. He’s aware that the Sumiyoshi also have the same type of team keeping tabs on them the same way he is and that’s fine. As long as both parties play their parts well, neither of them will have anything to complain about and they all can go home safe and sound.

But Hoseok can’t quite get rid of this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, growing stronger as they get nearer to the meeting place. He tells himself that it’s just nerves but no matter how much he tries, he can’t completely get rid of it. He’s been pestering his team too much now that he can even hear the annoyance in their voices. In the end, he remains in his seat, fist tightly gripping the handle above his head.

The meeting place is an office space on the thirteenth floor of a building downtown. Bright open space with floor to ceiling windows at a three-sixty degree of the room, with other taller buildings surrounding it. The Sumiyoshi, as bad as they are, have a reputation of doing things in broad daylight, aware of the power they hold. Hoseok remains leading the way for you, making sure that you are always behind him at all times and three of his teammates in a circle around you; one on each side of you and one bringing up the rear.

The other four are off site, in a place where they are able to monitor all entrance and exit points as well as having a clear view of the room they are in. Hoseok has all their specific locations noted, casually glancing at the neighbouring buildings even though he can’t see them. The Sumiyoshi are already there; a total of eight of them, big burly men in suits with golden something on either their necks or their wrists or their fingers. There are only five of us, he thinks.

As you take your seat at the big table, Hoseok and his team remain standing behind you. Hoseok stands right next to your shoulder, close enough to touch but further enough for them to know that he’s only a bodyguard. He doesn’t even bother to hide the firearm on his side but the one under his right armpit is starting to feel uncomfortable.

The meeting starts smoothly; a little back and forth about the weather and the economics, a little bit about this really nice restaurant one of the men went to that they think you should really try, and a bit about home life thrown in, asking you if the behaviour of their wives are all normal or if they were all crazy chicks just after the money.

Through all the topics, Hoseok watches you smile politely, laugh softly at all the right places, agree with their views on how shit the economy is now, tell them that the restaurant sounds lovely and force a laugh at wives issues they are having, telling them you’re not married so you’re not sure if you know what normal is in that situation. All pleasantries and just about what they want to hear without involving yourself too much, just vague answers that sound a lot like agreements than you holding back your tongue. Smart, Hoseok thinks, and you do it so with ease; all signs that you really know how to spin these types of guys easily.

But it’s all just surface-level, both you and the eight men know. A little dance everybody does to keep things light before the real thing starts, and the real thing finally starts when the man sitting in the middle clears his throat and adjusts his sitting position. The atmosphere completely shifts and even Hoseok notices it, sucking in a breath and stiffening his spine, listening to his four men in his ear reporting the all clear, nothing suspicious. But his gut is acting up again and he has to clasp his hands together to keep still.

“Now, let’s get down to business, shall we?” the man in the middle speaks, leaning over the table. “Do you have it?”

A part of Hoseok wonders why buying diamonds has to be so shifty like this. They’re just diamonds, you can walk into any jewellery store and get them. He never really thought about it much before but being in this meeting is starting to make him wonder the origin of the diamonds. Why do these men buy diamonds from you? Are they illegal? Why? And why are you involved in this business?

You lean back in your seat, a soft smile on your lips. “Of course I do, Kenji-san. The question is, do you have the payment method ready?”

The man called Kenji breaks into a wide smile and the man next to him brings up a small briefcase and places it on the table in front of him. He taps it. “All in here, sweetheart.”

“You know I hate pet names,” you say sweetly. “But I’ll let it slide this time.” You gesture to Hoseok to get the briefcase but Kenji stops him.

“The merchandise first, sweetheart,” he drawls, his tone losing the pleasantness just seconds ago.

You return his gaze, unmoving, and Hoseok is on high alert, waiting for any signal from you. Your face is completely blank of any emotions but your eyes are calculative, narrowing ever so slightly that Hoseok would probably not have seen it if he hadn’t been keeping his eyes on you. With his hand behind his back, he signals the others to stay alert, something he didn’t actually have to do because unlike him, they are not new.

You stretch out a palm to Hoseok. “Your knife, please, Hoseok.”

The eight men stiffen up, sitting straight in their seats at the mention of a knife. You giggle quietly. “Relax, guys,” you say, taking the knife Hoseok passes over from his ankle strap and pulling open the right side of your coat. With one swift swipe, you make a slit and pull out a small velvet bag. You dangle it in front of you and Hoseok can hear the small stones inside. His heart is starting to beat a little faster.

One of the Sumiyoshi’s men stands up from his seat and Hoseok glares at him. The man looks coolly back at him with a crooked smile. He reaches for the briefcase and takes a few steps forward just as you stand up. Hoseok follows you as you approach the man and he can feel all the hairs on his neck rise up. He has this tingling feeling creeping down his back and everything in his being is telling him to make a break for it, pull you away and out of this building right this second.

You nod for Hoseok to take the briefcase being handed over and he does, palms sweating. Just as the man wraps his beefy hand around the velvet pouch, he lets go of the briefcase and both you and Hoseok step back almost casually, away from the man’s reach. As if a gun couldn’t do what his hands couldn’t, Hoseok thinks darkly, but relief all the same as he literally pulls you by your coat back to your seat.

Hoseok watches as the pouch trades hands to Kenji who unlaces it and tips the content into the palm of his hand and immediately Hoseok understands. The diamonds are raw diamonds, uncut and untraceable, and mostly, very much illegal. Although the price of raw diamonds is cheap, the fact that it’s unregistered gives the owner an infinite capacity to manipulate them. The business isn’t about money at all; it’s about power. The handle of the briefcase burns that much hotter in Hoseok’s hand and he’s confident he won’t find cash inside. It’s too light anyway.

You lean over and take the briefcase from him, setting it on the table. Opening it, you reveal the content inside for Hoseok to see. A single envelope lays in the middle, thin and white, and you take it and pull out the paper inside. Hoseok glances at it. It’s a list of names, none of which Hoseok recognises. You fold the paper into a tiny square before slipping it into the same opened seam from where the diamond was hidden earlier and one pull at a thread, the pocket closes up nicely.

“It’s nice doing business with you, sweetheart,” Kenji says as he puts away the diamonds.

“Likewise,” you reply with a smile, closing the briefcase and sliding it back across the table. “If there’s nothing else, then I better get going.”

“Did you hear about the Ryuukais?”

You pause and raise your eyes to look at Kenji. “Unfortunate, yes.”

“Mhmm.” Kenji places a cigar in between his lips, sits back, cuts the tip and lights it up. He blows out a puff of smoke before saying, “Didn’t you wrap up a deal with them just the night before?”

You don’t respond, training your face to remain calm. There’s a small smile on your lips bordering on acidic, looking nowhere near as sweet as it did earlier. “Yes, I did, actually.”

“How did it go?”

Hoseok watches your jaw ticks before you answer. “We both know I can’t disclose information about the businesses I deal with. It’s confidential.”

Hoseok doesn’t like the way the men are looking at you; eyes leery with a hint of amusement, like they know something Hoseok doesn’t, like they’re shared a joke earlier and are now recalling it in their heads. He steps closer to you. His men outside must have noticed as there’s a flurry of voices in his ear as they check the surrounding areas. They are trained to read body languages and Hoseok’s body language, through the lens of their snipers, is screaming danger.

“From what I heard it didn’t go very well,” he adds, puffing on the thick cigar. “I must say, should we ever come to a disagreement of sorts, would we be next?”

You smile at him but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “I assure you it wasn’t just a disagreement, Kenji-san. As long as we remain cordial and honest, I can see our relationship going beyond into the future.”

Kenji looks at you, blinking lazily as if he’s contemplating on something. At that moment, you remember something; the Ryuukais and the Sumiyoshi are practically brothers. This isn’t going to go well. You had been so focused on the deal that you forgot this little detail and now it makes sense why they moved the meeting up. As much as you had been stressing about the meeting, they had also been eager to see you.

Fuck. How the fuck did you miss this?

Kenji stands up, the cigar in between his fingers. *I don’t know about our relationship going into the future,” he says as softly as if he’s talking about the weather.

Something passes over Hoseok’s eyes that makes him blink and the next thing he knows is looking at the faint red dot in the middle of your chest. He doesn’t even think about it, doesn’t even get to register what he’s doing until it’s done and he’s pinning you to the floor and the window to the side has burst into a million pieces. His men immediately go into cover and retrieve mode; fanning out on your sides, guns blazing, returning bullets with the eight men on the other end, hunkering down and using the table and chairs as shields.

Hoseok doesn’t wait for you to regain your balance, pulling up on your feet and dragging out of the room by the wrist before pulling you under his arm, using his jacket to shield your upper half as you both run across the room. He can hear the shouts of his snipers in his ears, exchanging information about the enemies location and readjusting their positions so they can cover your exit. Hoseok lunges for the emergency stairs and escorts you all the way down. As you both burst out into the lobby, you are met with a group of gunmen, not yours, but the Sumiyoshi’s, with their guns drawn.

Hoseok jumps forward, pushing you behind him and he starts shooting. The sound of guns going on ring in your ears and you see your car pulling up, bullets bouncing off of its bulletproof windows.

“Go, go, go!” Hoseok shouts angrily from over his shoulder and you run like hell, Hoseok close behind you. A bullet zips past you and bounces off the car’s body and you duck. It’s the exact moment when Hoseok comes flying into you, holding his abdomen. “Fuck,” he hisses, sitting up, grimacing, and continuing to shoot to the men now two left.

Panicking, you get the door open and attempt to drag Hoseok in but he’s too preoccupied to cooperate with you. When he realises what you’re trying to do, he pushes off onto his feet and walks backward to enter the car. He manages to half-turn and roughly shoves you in first that you tumble into the backseat. A bullet hits Hoseok on the neck and he screams as he’s flung backward. One final shot of Hoseok’s gun, the last man outside is thrown to the floor and you finally manage to pull the door closed, the car screeching away from the building.

In the silence of the car, with your ears still ringing, you shift to Hoseok, clamping down on the side of his neck, blood seeping from in between his fingers. First, you tore away his suit jacket, remembering that he had been shot in the stomach but there’s no signs of blood, except for the hole in his shirt. Then you see the Kevlar vest and actually sigh with relief. Hoseok groans in pain and you realise he still has a hole in his neck.

“Back to the office! Tell Jimin to have a doctor ready!” you scream at the driver, probably too loudly as you can’t quite hear your own voice, mostly from the panic in your chest, partly from the tinnitus that won’t go away. You help Hoseok clamp down over his hand, praying that they get there in time.

During the whole car ride back to the office, Hoseok’s eyes never left yours and for once since you met him, there was no iciness in them, just pure concern and worry, especially when he reaches over and touches the bleeding scratch on your cheek. “Sorry for that,” he croaks and you swat his hand away.

“Hush,” you chastise him, angry that he had the time to worry about a scratch when he’s bleeding out all over your car.

***

Jimin holds the door open as you help Hoseok into the office, alarmed at the sight of blood all over your hands and Hoseok’s.

“Have you sent in the retrieval team for the others?” you bark at Jimin under the weight of your Head of Security.

“They’re already on the way,” Jimin replies. “The doctor’s inside.” He rushes forward to help open the door to your private office before helping you transfer Hoseok into a chair. Dr. Min Yoongi steps up, gently prying your hand off of the bleeding area so he can take a look at Hoseok. There’s a lot of blood and he gets to work cleaning the wound area so he can see better.

He glances up at you. “I need you to move your ass and sit over there. You’re in the way, sis.”

Begrudgingly, you step back but don’t sit down, watching with eagle eyes as your brother works with a gauge and a pair of forceps to dab away the mess. Jimin turns you around and pats you all over. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.” You shrug him off, focused only on Hoseok, white as a sheet. “Go and make sure the others get back safely.”

Jimin looks reluctant to move but at least he’s made sure you’re fine. Finally, he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. You go to sit in the chair next to Hoseok, who’s turned the other way to let Yoongi access the wound area. He hisses with every dab and once the place is clear enough, Yoongi releases a sigh.

“What? How bad is it?” you ask, sitting on the edge of your seat.

“It’s just a graze,” Yoongi explains with a scoff. “But it must have hit close to the main artery. I just need to close it off and he’ll be fine.”

Relief washes over you and you feel your limbs go weak. Thankfully, you’re in a chair already and slump backward, throwing your head back. Yoongi watches you carefully as he fixes up the other man, amused at the fact you care this much.

“Still hurts like a motherfucker,” Hoseok groans through gritted teeth.

Yoongi chuckles. “I’ve seen worse wounds. You’ll live.”

“Try and get shot at and let me know if you feel the same,” mumbles Hoseok and Yoongi only laughs. “Stay still, punk,” Yoongi tells him.

It doesn’t take long. Once the wound is patched up, the blood immediately stops and Yoongi administered him a shot for the pain because now that the adrenaline is gone, Hoseok is starting to ache everywhere. The spot where his bulletproof vest had been shot at is starting to bloom a nasty-looking bruise. All the while, you stayed by his side.

When Yoongi finishes and Hoseok has shuffled into your powder room to change into a fresh T-shirt, Yoongi pulls you aside as he packs up. “So, what’s up with the new guy?” At the surprised look on your face, he adds, “Jimin told me while we were waiting.”

“Oh.”

��Well?”

You give him a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“You’re hovering over him,” says Yoongi with an eye-roll. “You never hover, never mind an employee.”

You frown at him. “He almost died protecting me.”

“First, he didn’t. It’s just a graze,” Yoongi corrects, counting on a finger, then adding another. “Second, that’s his job. Plus, I never see you fawn over Hank the same way.”

“I wasn’t fawning!” you retort, scowling as you watch Yoongi stuff his bags. “Was I?”

“Sis,” Yoongi laughs, zipping up his bag and going for the door. “Seriously, figure that out yourself. I’m going to wait outside for words about the others. From the sound of things, it’s not looking good and I might have to call in Jin for help. Wait, you’re not going to hover over the other men, right?”

You pull a face at him. “Get out.”

“You’re very welcome, sis,” he says sarcastically as he leaves.

“What was that about?”

You jump, whirling around to see Hoseok standing there, neck bandaged, touching the gauze gingerly. You approach him, eyeing the bandage to make sure Yoongi did a good job. Of course he did. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” he answers, sitting down. Under the light of your office directly above him, you notice that you can see the hope tattoo through the T-shirt. Hoseok notices you looking at the spot on his chest. To redirect your attention, he asks, “You still have the vest on?”

You look down at yourself. “Oh, yeah.” You start to paw at the velcro of the vest but without taking off your own blouse, you wouldn’t be able to take the Kevlar off and for some reason, you keep struggling with it. Hoseok watches you silently for a few minutes, noting the faraway look in your eyes, the way your lower lip quivers and realises that you’re just coming down from the adrenaline now.

He stands up and walks over to you, as quietly as he can as you continue to struggle. Once he’s standing in front of you, just a foot apart, you finally look up and something squeezes Hoseok’s heart like a vice at the sight of your Bambi eyes. A sneak attack, he thinks, right after I’ve been shot. So unfair.

Without a word, Hoseok hooks his fingers around the hem of your blouse and pulls it off; he does it in slow motion, waiting every second for you to protest, to tell him to fuck off. But you don’t, standing there almost listlessly, letting him undress you. Then, he works on the Kevlar, strapping it off of you and throwing it into the chair where it lands heavily. Now, you’re both standing there, motionless; him with his wrapped neck, you in your bra.

Your eyes are glued to the spot where the tattoo on his chest is and this time you don’t bother to pretend ignorance. With tentative fingers, you reach out to touch it over the T-shirt and Hoseok lets you, watching you curiously. On a whim, he takes off the shirt and watches you stare, a little wide-eyed at the tattoo. There’s recognition in the way you’re looking at it and Hoseok’s confirmed on what he already knows.

You touch the tattoo, your finger hot on his skin. Again, call it a whim or call it immaturity because Hoseok is suddenly angry for whatever reason - probably from what just went down earlier, because as much as he has had experience with shooting a gun, he had never had to shoot at someone before and having it shot back in his direction, because target practice in the military don’t shoot back and he’s starting to feel that he wasn’t fully prepared for the whole shitshow - he presses your palm over the tattoo.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say something,” he hisses into your face. “I know you know.” You try to pull away but Hoseok holds you in place, taking one step forward and pinning you against the desk, anger surging. “I know you know who I am and I bet you’ve fantasised about me, too, in bed. Haven’t you?”

The anger swells up though he can’t quite pinpoint what the cause is. He’s angry that no one told him that he could die on the job? He’s angry at himself for being so lackadaisical about it when signing the damn employee contract? He’s angry at you for not saying anything and treating him for a fool, the same way you didn’t warn him that a meeting could go south in a blink of an eye? None of the reasons, if Hoseok was thinking clearly, made any sense because he’s not a child. But he’s angry all the same and he needs to direct it somewhere. He nearly fucking die, damn it!

You’re quiet, not saying anything, only looking back at him, breathing heavily. That only makes him angrier. “You have, haven’t you? When you realised who I was, did you fantasise about this, too? Hoya taking you on this desk, in this office?”

He’s squeezing the flesh on your side. “Answer me, goddammit!”

“I don’t,” you finally whisper.

“Liar!” he growls, face inches from yours. “Admit that you’ve been fantasising about him in your bed and how much you want him to fuck you right here!” He slams his fist into the desk. “Admit it!”

You meet his gaze. “I don’t. I don’t fantasise about Hoya.” In a lower voice as you look away, you add, “Not anymore.”

It feels like having to admit your deepest, darkest secret in public and you’ve never felt so humiliated. Forget about bruised egos, you wish the floor would just open up and swallow you whole. Your fantasy lover, your sweet, sexy Hoya has been slowly disintegrating in your mind the day you realised who Hoseok was, slowly, slowly replacing with images of the real person, Hoseok himself. Lusting for a coworker is sexual harassment, your own voice echoes in your head.

You hook a finger through a belt loop in his pants and pull him closer, crotch to crotch and immediately you can feel him, hard and poking against your pubic bone. Looking him in the eye, you say, “I don’t fantasise about Hoya.”

For a moment, Hoseok can’t comprehend what you’re saying; the fact that his cock is pressing up against you could be the main reason why his brains are scrambled. There’s a petulance in the look in your eyes and the way you’re looking at him challengingly, daring him to take the hint and act on it. Why are you doing this to him? Why do you make him so angry? Why is he so angry?

The fact that you did, in the past, had fantasised about the adult model leaves him with a bitter taste in his mouth at the unfairness. Why does Hoya get everything? Even you, for a moment. “Why not?” he asks, genuinely curious. “Why not anymore?”

You lean on your tiptoes, pressing your palms against his chest, the spot where his cock is digging in searing hot. “Because,” you say, your breath falling on his lips. “I’ve been fantasising about you, Jung Hoseok. I don’t want Hoya anymore when I have the real thing right here.” You lean in closer. “But, I won’t do anything. I’m your boss.”

You push him away, catching him by surprise that he stumbles backward a few steps. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I-”

Hoseok grabs your wrist and wrenches you backward. “Actually,” he says, purring into your ear, “you’re not my boss anymore. As of five o’clock just now, my contract ended.”

You scowl at the clock on the wall: 5.01. You glance back at Hoseok, arching an eyebrow. “And?”

“Fuck, you make my blood boil,” he hisses, eyes glaring at you angrily, mouth connecting with yours without a warning, teeth gnashing together that you taste blood on your tongue the same way you can taste Hoseok’s overflowing emotions. You recognise it well, have gone through it in the past too many times too much after every gunfight. It’s not anger that he’s feeling but he probably hasn’t figured that out yet, confusing it with anger because that’s the emotion he knows and can place.

He’s still running on adrenaline, never switching off his fight-or-flight response and since he had been on fight mode to get you out of the situation earlier, he’s still there, but since there’s nothing to fight, he’s channelling it differently. To be honest, you’re still in that same haze, too, probably why you never fight him off when he kisses you, probably also why you pull him in closer, pressing your front up against him and letting him lift you up and plops you on the edge of the desk. He needs this as much as you do.

“Tell me,” he says in between kisses, “what do you want me to do, my lady?”

The words my lady makes a shiver run down your spine, even more when he says it like that; spitefully, sarcastically. The fire burning in Hoseok’s eyes is somehow turning you on even more than the icy cold look that Hoya always has. You want that fire to burn you, too, and maybe it could clean away all the parts you hate and free you of the burden you’ve felt since taking over the company. You want Hoseok to incinerate you if it means liberation.

Hoseok peppers your neck with kisses so rough little red spots dot your skin. As he sucks on your earlobe, you let out a whine that only fuels him on. “FYI, I’m better than him,” he growls and only for a second, you wonder why he refers to Hoya in the third person but the thought completely wipes out from your mind the moment he pulls your bra down and wraps his mouth around your already perky nipple.

You lean back on your hands, giving him free access, clamping your mouth shut from making any noise but the way he rolls your nipple in between his teeth and tongue almost makes you lose it. There’s a soft knock on the door but you ignore it, your eyes closed and focused on Hoseok’s mouth. It’s not long until he’s shimmying off your pants and underwear together, kneeling by the desk, fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps your legs from closing around his head.

You’re already so wet that when Hoseok’s mouth lands on your soaked cunt, he makes this loud slurping sound as he sucks on your throbbing clit. This time, you bite onto your arm to keep from screaming out. That long tongue you’ve seen on posters, that you’ve dreamed of having on you, is now actually teasing and prodding your entrance, tongue-fucking you so well you’re starting not to care that they are people outside the door, one of them your own older brother.

Hoseok stands up and the strain in his pants is very much evident. He doesn’t even bother to take it off fully, pushing it down to his knees, enough to spring his length free for you to finally gaze at its glory. It’s exactly like the poster but much larger, sticking up erect against his stomach. Without wasting time, you widen your legs as an invite and Hoseok lines himself up. He glides it over your clit a few times, gathering your juice before slowly, painfully slowly, sinks in, letting your warmth cover him tip to base, feeling every ridge of your wall swallow him whole. You pulsate around him, adjusting to his size as he leans his forehead against yours.

Something inside you screams that this isn’t the time or place for this type of debauchery but the way Hoseok’s eyes set you on fire, you can barely think clearly. You can hear familiar voices outside your door and can tell that Yoongi must have called Jin over. There’s a soft knock on the door and Hoseok growls, “Fuck off,” and whoever is on the other side must have heard the fury in his voice and doesn’t bother to knock again.

“Your team needs medical attention when they get back,” you say breathlessly, fully aware of the parts of you and Hoseok that are connected. “We should-”

Hoseok pulls out and rams in, knocking the breath out of you in a loud gasp as your toes curl at the delicious feeling. “Finally found a way to shut you up, My Lady,” he comments with a smirk. “See if you can keep quiet for me.”

The desk rattles underneath you but you’re stubborn in your own ways, clamping your mouth shut, whimpering in your throat as you brace your knuckles against the surface of the desk. Hoseok pounds into you until your eyes roll back into your head, him grunting softly, you a whining mess. Unsatisfied and annoyed, Hoseok pulls you off the desk and readjust you, hitting you from the back while holding one of your legs up by the knee, an angle that lets him reach in deep, leaving your mouth hanging open, not even a squeak uttered as it feels like you can barely breathe. The sound of wet skin slapping against skin is resounding in your ears.

“Look at you, taking orders so well,” Hoseok hisses in my ear. “Is this what you fantasise about happening between you and Hoya?”

“Just get it over and done with,” you snap back, leaning against the desk for support. You can hear a slight commotion outside the door as the team left behind is back. You can hear the scraping of furniture as things are being moved around to create space.

Again Hoseok wrenches your wrist over to your office chair, guiding you to straddle him. Once you slide back onto his length, sighing softly, Hoseok roughly cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Look at me so you can see it’s not Hoya,” he orders. “I want you to remember that it’s me making you feel this way, me stuffing you full. Not him.”

You nod weakly, wanting nothing than to appease the fire in his eyes, the same fire that seems to be burning stronger in the pit of your stomach with every plunge as you move on top of him. You can feel that familiar twist, the coiling of pleasure as it winds tighter and tighter. Hoseok gets the signal from the way you fist his shirt and the way your pussy clenches harder around his cock. You’re close and so is he.

You’re losing momentum, growing tired from having to move on tiptoes to have as much control on your movements so Hoseok places both hands over your ass and lifts you up, transporting you onto the desk once again, your back flat on it. Then he gets to work; his strokes are relentless yet even, assisted by how overflowing your cunt is, making everything that much more pleasurable.

“I’m close,” you manage to squeak out.

“Keep your eyes open,” Hoseok warns but this time his voice is softer. “Keep your eyes on me, princess. Say my name.”

You’re a little confused but obliged, his name coming out in a whisper at first. The orgasm is close now. “Louder,” urges Hoseok, chasing it.

“Hoseok,” you mumble, spreading your legs wider, letting him hit exactly in that sweet spot. You’re oh so close your back is arching off the desk. “Hoseok.” Your voice is growing louder and the desk makes a loud sound as it’s suddenly pushed back slightly.

Not a minute later, you’re pulling Hoseok in by the neck, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the scream spilling from your lips as you orgasm hard enough for Hoseok to have a few last strokes before pulling out and spilling all over your stomach, covering your skin with hot milky liquid that you barely pay attention to as you come down from your high. When you finally let go of Hoseok, a crimson set of teeth marks bloom on the shoulder of his shirt.

Hoseok glances at the spot, frowning. “You bit me.”

“You told me to be quiet,” you retort sweetly.

***

Your office door finally opens and Jimin sighs, “Finally, thank God! You finally decide to-”

He stops, looking at you from head to toe, noticing that you’re in a pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt, not what you were wearing earlier. Hoseok is also in a fresh dark T. You fake nonchalance, typing up your hair into a ponytail to manage the mess and walk over to Yoongi tending to one of your men. He doesn’t seem to have any serious wounds. Hoseok goes over to the others, crouching on the floor to talk to one of them.

Yoongi doesn’t even bother looking up but there’s a smug look on his face. “Finished debriefing your Head of Security?”

You catch Yoongi looking at you in the reflection in the window and glare at him. “Yes. It was satisfactory.” He snorts a laugh but doesn’t say anything more.

The team came back mostly intact, suffering from light wounds that can easily be taken care of. After the doctors finished looking at them, Hoseok takes them to another room to have a post mortem regarding the situation and you help Yoongi and Jin pack up. Jimin is already on the phone with the clean-up crew, occasionally flicking his eyes over at you like he’s got something to say and is antsy to say it.

Honestly, you’re not up to dealing with him right now, so you pack up your things and head home. Jimin will take care of things, that much you know, and you’ll deal with the Sumiyoshi another day. Right now, all you can think about is your bed and how warm and safe it would feel under the thick blankets because now that the adrenaline is gone, you feel bone tired, dragging your feet as you arrive home and climb into bed.

You must have dozed off because when you open your eyes again, the room is dark and someone is ringing your doorbell incessantly. You get up and squint at the intercom through your sleepy eyes and see Hoseok standing in the lobby area, waiting to be let in with one hand against his hip.

“What is it?” you croak through the speaker, hoping he'll just go away.

Hoseok looks up directly into the camera. “Let me in already.”

“Just go away.”

You watch as he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He holds up a paper bag to the camera. “I suppose you’re not hungry then.”

Your stomach lets out a loud rumble.

***

You eat in silence, Hoseok sitting across from you as he pushes his food around with his fork, watching your plate to make sure your food is eaten.

“How’d you know my favourite shop?” you ask, trying to alleviate the awkwardness.

“Jimin,” he grunts out.

Suddenly, the memories of earlier in the office come rushing in and your fork pauses just inches from your lips. “Oh,” you say quietly. “Did he, um…did he say anything to you?”

Hoseok shakes his head. “Why? Should he?”

You shrug, feeling a little relieved. “Just wondering.”

Hoseok puts down his fork and crosses his arms over his chest. “Are you two in a weird situationship or something? Because I’m not going to waste my time getting in the middle of that.”

You almost choke on your food as you laugh, shaking your head and coughing, fingers wiping your eyes. “Where the hell did you get that idea from?”

“You guys look really close.” You look up and can’t believe to see the pout on his face as he looks down to the floor, scowling. Something about the way he looks at that moment makes you feel weirdly protective of him.

“We are,” you say, continuing to eat. “We practically grew up together. He had been there since the beginning and I guess we bonded over shared trauma.”

Hoseok raises an eyebrow.

You chuckle. “It’s just something we say. When my grandfather died, we were both only seventeen, fresh out of high school. He was the grandson of my grandfather’s right-hand man who died the same day my grandfather did. Well, you can imagine how.”

Hoseok gives a small nod.

“Yeah, well, after that, it was a whole shitshow of finding a successor and because I’m a girl, the company wasn’t confident. But my grandfather’s will was ironclad so they sent me off to college and groomed me to be the next head. Jimin, too. He would have been a professional dancer by now, you know? If they had let him be.”

Hoseok watches you stare into your plate, barely eating now. There’s a melancholy in your voice and a bittersweet smile lingering on your lips. “Jimin tells me that he agreed to the role so he can keep an eye on me,” you laugh, “but I’m certain that he was subjected to more pressure than I was and not with words.” You give him a knowing look. “So when I finally stepped into the position, I swore I was going to do things differently.”

Hoseok scoffs. “Is it really any different now?”

You smile at him. “My grandfather led the top underground organisation of his time. This company is built on the bones of his enemies. Literally.”

“You still deal with the same type of people,” Hoseok points out.

You sigh. “Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can never wash off the bloodstains. Not completely.” You stand up and collect the plates, bringing them over to the sink. “Enough about me. What about you?”

“What about me?”

You lean against the sink, looking at him. “Look, I know you know that I know you’re Hoya, let’s get that out in the open now. Yes, I buy those stupid magazines, kill me.”

He smirks but his eyes clouded over. “I thought lusting over a coworker is wrong.”

You roll your eyes. “We’re not coworkers, I’m your boss.”

“Which makes it even worse.”

You let out a groan. “Seriously, stop trying to distract me!”

“From what?”

“From demanding that you just admit it.”

“Admit what?”

That you’re Hoya! That you work as an adult model on the side!” You’re so frustrated now you’re actually screaming at Hoseok who only looks mildly amused.

“I’m not,” he says simply.

“Ugh, fine. Whatever, I don’t care,” you snap, proceeding to start doing the dishes. “You can go now. I’m just going back to bed after this.”

Hoseok stands up and walks over to stand next to you. He leans over slightly so you’re forced to look at him. “I’m not Hoya,” he repeats.

“I saw the tattoo on your chest,” you retort. “You don’t have to lie.”

Hoseok touches the spot over his T-shirt. “Yeah, we got matching tattoos.”

You give him an incredulous look. “What the hell? Do you have some kind of multiple personality thing or something?”

“No, I don’t. I’m not Hoya, and Hoya isn’t me.”

You stare at him, the water running in the background. “I don’t get it.”

Hoseok leans back against the kitchen cabinet. “He’s my twin.”

“What kind of bullshit is that?”

“I have a twin brother. It’s not bullshit,” Hoseok reiterates, frowning. He fishes out his phone from his pocket, scrolls around on it and produces a photo to show you. “See? Twins.”

You stare, open-mouthed, at the picture of two identical men; one clearly Hoseok with his serious face, barely a smile, the other one the complete opposite with a bright smile and a peace sign over his eyes, his other arm thrown over Hoseok’s shoulders.

“Holy shit,” you breathe out. “You’re twins!”

“Like I was telling you,” Hoseok replies, rolling his eyes and putting the phone away.

“Wow,” you say again. “That’s…that’s…”

Hoseok crosses his arms again, the smirk on his face growing into a grin. “Yeah, you lusted over your employee’s family member. Should I report to HR?”

Flustered, you tell him, “Actually your contract ended so you’re not my employee anymore.” You turn back around to do the dishes, hiding the fact that your face is burning red.

Hoseok nods. “Right.”

You feel his arms snake around your middle, pulling you up against him as he places his lips to your ear. “Since I’m not an employee anymore,” he whispers, “how about we continue where we left off earlier? Hmm? I heard you have a king bed.”

Against your better judgement, you melted into him. “Let me guess; Jimin told you about that too?”

Hoseok purrs. “He implied, yes.”

While Jimin prepares for battle at the office, making a few phone calls and arranging a few meetings here and there for you, you and Hoseok retreat to the bedroom and for the first time since the bed was bought, you’re about to see if the quality is as good as the brand company promised; sturdy and quiet.

You left your phone in the kitchen so you missed the text from Jimin: I hope the tall glass of water I sent your way is rejuvenating

a/n2: so I wrote this before news of jhope's enlistment came up and kinda hate myself for writing it into existance :') cmon be honest, what did you think? lol give it to me in the comments or ask IM READEHHH lmaoooo

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