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So me and @vioartist (a they drew Pav!!!) did a silly :]]]]
wonderful artist and even greater friend, check out the other half of the collab and their art ‘cause this was SO FUN to work on <3333
#minty art#minty collabs#oooo new tag#spider man: across the spider verse#spider punk#hobie brown#pavitr prabhakar#community#troy and abed#AAAAAAAAAA#I LITERALLY HAD SUCH A BLAST ON THIS#Hobie’ s face was so much fun to study
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Being friends with them!!
a/n : just some friendly hang out sessions with the great spider four >_<★!!
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Characters : Miles Morales / Gwen Stacy / Pavitr Prabhakar / Hobie Brown
content : headcanon / fluff / platonic / pure silliness
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Miles Morales!! (Small Ganke mention!!)
☆ study sessions with these two ofcourse
☆ ^and by study sessions I mean Miles is doing work and Ganke's been done and has been playing videos games since you came over to their dorm
☆ Miles asks for help with English, and you ask for help with whatever you're missing
☆ if not study sesh, then definitely out and about spray painting a new wall
☆ ^I can imagine late night talks with him after he's finished a piece are very heart to heart, he loves to speak his mind to you and hopes you do aswell
☆ I can imagine you meeting his parents are a little nerve wracking since he's mentioned that they didn't like ganke or Gwen
☆ so you tried to be as respectful and kind to them as you possibly could (probably also kissing up to them idk I would too)
☆ if you also do art, you guys compare drawings and give eachother advice on what you need to work on
☆ ^definitely the type to steal your notes and draw in them during class
☆ ^will also steal said notes for a week and forger he has them till your banging on his door in the middle of the night before your assignments due and those notes are very much important to you
Gwen stacy!!
☆ it took a long time for her to actually consider you a friend, a lot of the time you just stayed following her and talking
☆ ^anything you said in those few months prior to her considering you a friend, went through one ear and out the other
☆ She's definitely a teaser, making fun of you in a friendly manner
☆ movie night, or weekly sleepovers at one another's house is a must with her
☆ ^she says she's into horror/action but is really into romcoms, she won't admit that outloud though
☆ I feel like she's really bad at cooking so teaching her how better her cooking skills has definitely happened once or twice
☆ ^she loves when you make her lunches, she usually buys you lunch for the next two days in return
☆ when she's playing the drums you usually sit right outside her window with headphones because she's likes to have her room shut off
☆ ^but she still wants to hang out so she makes you wait outside for about an hour till she's done and has you back inside for dinner
Pavitr Prabhakar!!
☆ Study sessions pt2!
☆ he's a straight A, top of the class student. He doesn't really need to do homework because he does it in class
☆ he does help you with yours though, especially if you're failing
☆ early morning walks, he's an early bird and makes you walk with him because "It's good for the mind!"
☆ if you're not an earlybird, you're grumbling the entire walk about how it's a "weekend" and how "you do this everyday pavitr" and how "you need to stop making me do this"
☆ he doesn't understand whatever you're trying to say and pushes you lightly the rest of the walk (that last part definitelywasnt written by pavitr, no definitely not)
☆ he loves to rant about his girlfriend, talking about how they sneaked out and went on a late night walk that week
☆ if you have an s/o you're definitely talking about them with pavitr, telling him all about them
☆ he's definitely a dog person, he always has a dog following him no matter what
☆ you guys are walking to school? There's a dog right behind you. Hanging out at his house? There's a dog right outside his bedroom window. LITERALLY IN SCHOOL?? A DOG HAS WALKED IN DURING THE MIDDLE OF CLASS AND SAT DOWN NEXT TO HIM WHILE THE TEACHER WAS AWAY
☆ ^everyone think he just has some sort of dog treats on him always but it's really from just recognizing his face from him always feeding them, such a sweetheart
Hobie Brown!!
☆ draws on your hand a lot
☆ ^you always have faded sharpie on you no matter what because of him
☆ you tease him for his accent constantly, saying "pip pip cheerio," or "ello luv." In the most horrible accent ever
☆ You have to go to protests or big government events with him, whether you're political or not he's dragging you along
☆ Always has little trinkets for you everytime you hang out
☆ hang outs in an abandoned building are a daily thing
☆ ^he's probably made you carry a big couch for him to put in a new hang out spot because he said he "knew a place."
☆ he did infact know a place
☆ the playlist guy, he's the one with fire songs to hype everyone up at rallies/protests
☆ knows how to design, outfits, or banners whatever. He knows how to do it right
☆ you'll always have heart to heart conversations with him, early in the morning, mid-day, or late at night
☆ if you ever bring up the topic, "you think we're friends in another universe?" He just looks at you and nods (I've mentioned this before in my hobie hcs)
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#spiderman atsv#spiderman : across the spiderverse#across the spiderverse#Atsv x reader#Miles morales#Miles x reader#miles morales x reader#gwen stacy#Gwen stacy x reader#pavitr prabhakar#Pavitr x reader#Hobie brown#Hobie brown x reader#Gwen x reader#Pavitr Prabhakar x reader
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Hobie doing his best attempt at a none marriage proposal, proposal
sorry this took so long!! and i kinda lost the plot wit this one but 🤷🏾♀️
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Staring into the blinding lights of New York had somehow made Miles’s senses even more sensitive. The soft breeze is warm tonight, just in time for summer. The crumbling concrete rooftop of the building he sat upon was particularly rough. And the hot flush on his cheeks was a reminder that Hobie had made his seat next to him.
They had finished up swinging around, sneaking out after Miles’s parents were in a deep sleep, and decided to have some fun on their own. Quick flirtations and quips were thrown back and forth and were seared in Miles’s mind as he replayed them over and over again in his mind. A chuckle came out at the thought of a particular advance made from Hobie
“What’s so funny luv?” Hobie asked, a small grin appearing on his stained lips.
“Nothin, it’s just… earlier you said that my eyes were perfectly brown like a hazelnut, and it reminded me how much I’ve been craving a damn Ferrero Rocher lately”
Hobie smiled “What’s a Ferrero Rochay’? S’ that like a candy?”
Miles’s eyes widened, “You’ve never heard of a Ferrero Rocher?! They’re so good man, like my top candy ever. There’s a crumbly shell of chocolate topped with like these nuts that surrounds this hazelnut spread. And it’s creamy and rich and chocolatey and so good. I’d right an essay about them if I wanted.” He felt his mouth water at the thought of it, his eyes starry with imagination.
The punk paused “Ay, hope you’re describin’ me like that when I’m not by your side. You gave a whole lil speech right then” Hobie teased with a laugh.
Miles rolled his eyes as he chuckled and gave a weak punch to Hobie’s shoulder.
“Ok bro. Sorry I like chocolate and you can’t appreciate that”
“Nah, I do ‘preciate it. It’s cute when you talk like that, puttin’ your private school education to use.”
Miles huffed an amused exhale. When Hobie said stuff like that, so boldly and outright, it made Miles love him even more. Maybe it was because he liked the confirmation of Hobie’s words, it made him secure in himself. He turned slightly to steal a glance at the other.
Sparks created when their eyes met, love and admiration for the other as they stared.
Hobie looked at Miles like he was taking him apart, studying every feature on his face. The other made quick glances at Hobie’s lips, noting his dark lipstick. Miles was the first one to look away with a shy smile on his face.
Hobie broke the silence once again.
“You’ve been drawin’? Last time I was here, you said you’d show me your piecebook”
Miles was taken back, and a little embarrassed. If anyone looked in his piecebook they’d find multiple doodles of Hobie, so many in fact that even extreme stalkers would be stunned.
“Uh…yeah. You could say that. Been sketchin’ some new designs that I wanna paint on a few buildings” He shrugged, reframing from looking at the other.
Hobie hummed in acknowledgment. “I wanna go ‘round and paint wit ya one day. You gotta show me your favorite spots. Think it’d be proper fun, ‘specially wit your talents”
“Sure, I got a few places in mind already” Miles said as he continued to stare at the lights below. He could still feel his cheeks burning at the boy that sat next to him. Hobie just seemed to never let up.
He could feel Hobie staring at him.
“Miles, look at me luv” Hobie’s voice was close to a whisper, tone as gentle as his movements as he slowly reached a hand over to Miles’s face.
Miles let Hobie’s hand control his head as he turned, trusting the other with him.
“Sorry, I just-You’re a damn flirt machine man, and I can’t handle all this praise in the span of like 5 minutes” Miles chuckled, still looking to the side, so obviously avoiding eye contact with the other.
Hobie’s hands were massive compared to Miles’s face, holding the mass carefully like a newborn baby.
They stared at each other once again, before Hobie spoke, once again.
“Miles, I really like you. And… fuck, this is gonna be a long one, don’t get mad at me if I mess up” Hobie chuckled.
Miles felt his breath hitch.
“…I want to stay by your side for a very very long time Miles. I want to praise you endlessly in the span of seconds. I want to hear you rant about an endless slew of random things, like your piecebook or your favorite chocolates”
“I want to stay by your side long enough until our monikers are on each building and corner of New York and then some. I want to see a piece of us, together, wherever we look-A reminder that we’re together in all this shit. I want to be with you for a long while, Miles Morales. Will you stay by my side, for a long while.”
Hobie stared into Miles’s eyes. Miles’s stared into Hobie’s eyes.
“Hobie, I-“ Miles didn’t know what to say truthfully. He has so much admiration and love and respect and suprise for Hobie in this moment that he couldn’t truthfully put it into words. So he put it into action.
Miles leaned forward, face inches away from Hobie before he closed the gap. Lips met and Miles had never felt more at peace. They moved in sync as they let their love for each other communicate.
He loved this, physical intimacy that can’t be denied or not justified. He liked having this conformation that someone understood and loved him. And that was Hobie.
Hobie’s lips were soft, yet chapped and cold, yet warm and plump. Maybe he was just romanticizing his first kiss, but this was the best kiss he’s ever experienced.
They parted, unfortunately for the both of them and stared at each other. A beat skipped in Hobie’s heart when he heard Miles speak.
“I’ll stay by your side. For as long as possible, for as long as we’re together, I’ll stay with you forever, Hobie” A genuine smile displayed on Miles’s face.
He loved him so much.
#miles morales#spider punk#hobie brown#hobart brown#sony spiderverse#across the spiderverse#spiderverse#punkflower#flowerpunk#miles x hobie#miles spiderman#ship: miles/hobie#hobie x miles#spiderman into the spiderverse
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Inside “The Pact”
Hello! For those of you that followed along with The Pact, I received a few questions and requests to get an inside look. I’ll link the post here that explains a bit more about what this is gonna be about.
We’re gonna break this down into sections: first will be answering your questions about The Pact & the characters. Then I’ll show you guys a little about my notes & decision making process (which is very obscure because I just tend to keep a hypothetical tab open in my brain most of the time lol) as well as some pictures of my ideas!!
Thanks for requesting such a fun thing to do now that this series is over. It’s been fun to look back!
Q. What song did the boys dedicate to y/n?
A. “Her” || This is a sad song, but I felt like it fit so well with how the boys had to hide a part of themselves (their feelings) away for the sake of the pact!
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Q. Did the boys get mad/how did the boys react to Jungkook’s kiss?
A. Jungkook was a little shocked, and felt extremely guilty on the drive back home. He wasn’t sure if he could stand to tell his hyungs, but he also knew he couldn’t lie to them. Naturally, the second he walked in the house and everyone saw his face, they knew. It was just quiet, everybody was a little hesitant to say anything/bring it up because they were all upset. Only Jimin has heard all of the details of JK’s kiss, whereas the others are simply aware that he kissed her and that’s that.
Namjoon was the most upset, although he didn’t say anything. He just sat there on the couch and did the jaw-clenching thing he always does. Yoongi just tried to change the subject and ask about other aspects of the date. Taehyung was actually pretty pissed, especially because he’d been so good about refraining from kissing you even when you’d asked for it. Hobi had a chat with him later that night and calmed him down. Jin wasn’t angry so much as he was worried that he missed his shot & couldn’t stop replaying his date in his head.
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Q. Who fell for y/n last?
A. Namjoon. He’d had a little crush, and that’s why he was willing to go along with the pact. But it hit a point less than a year ago when he fell hard and fast. (you called him in the middle of the night when he was on tour and he realized that your sleepy voice is possibly the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard) The boys noticed and as a result teased him endlessly about it, because he doesn’t quite know how to navigate his feelings.
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Q. Who did the boys bet on? (We already know that Jimin bet on Yoongi and won lol)
A. Namjoon bet on JK, Tae bet on Hobi, Hobi bet on JK, Jin bet on JK, and Yoongi bet on Jin, and JK bet on Namjoon (because we all know JK would pick Namjoon lol)
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Q. Didn’t y/n ever date other guys? How did the boys react?
A. hahaha ok I actually would have such a fun time writing this Yes, she dated around a bit. For the first year of the pact, she had an on again, off again bf. It wasn’t very serious, and she always made that clear to the boys. They still hated the dude. After they broke up, she only went on a few dates here and there. Didn’t really seriously date. (except for that one time she went on vacation and had a fling, but everyone has decided to forget that) They just smiled and supported her, although Tae was always very clear that he didn’t like any of the guys she dated.
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Q. In Namjoon’s date, who was the 1950′s author mentioned?
A. Agatha Christie, the queen.
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Q. How did y/n meet Jimin? (he was the one that introduced her to the rest of the group)
A. She was a PR intern for Lee Hyun. Jimin and Lee Hyun are close, and they crossed paths fairly often until Jimin decided to invite her to hang out.
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Q. What is y/n studying in school?
A. Public Relations (which will honestly come in handy with her new relationship lol)
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Q. Where was Jin in the last chapter when y/n came to the studio?
A. Agh how could you ask me this and bring back all that pain?! Jin was at his brother’s restaurant for some much needed R&R. He ended up staying the night with him, not wanting to go home just yet and have to face his decision.
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Q. Who would you personally choose to end up with and why?
A. KIM SEOKJIN. Date #5 was basically for me lol. Like, unapologetically wrote that for myself. Not just because he’s my bias, but because I personally felt like I could picture myself chilling on that couch watching Dateline with him. And it was beautiful. 🤧 Also, while Jin can be loud and goofy, he’s an introvert. I’m an extravert with introverted tendencies, so I just feel like his date would have been the most comfortable for me.
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CREATING THE PACT - AN INSIDE LOOK AT MY NOTES
First thing’s first, I have an on-going page in my notes on my phone which is FILLED with ideas & half-formed thoughts. Before I began writing The Pact (or even Spooked, for that matter), this happened:
So you can see that I had no idea what I was doing lol, but I thought that it would be cool. Mainly I wanted an excuse to write OT7 and display all the members in a sweet light. Also, we see that not all of these actually made it into the series. (Tae w/ the family)
BUT THEN, “SPOOKED” HAPPENED, AND A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY POPPED UP
ngl, I cracked up when I looked back at my notes and saw this.
“Sweet Gloria what am I doing to myself” 😂😂 this was when I was pushing “Lost & Found” out and planning for Taehyung’s series (which is why so much is blocked out on my notes, because it’s riddled with spoilers lol) so I literally had no idea why I was jumping into another project as I was already super busy. That’s why I scheduled it for just Saturday’s! (and also why I sometimes posted super late at night lol)
As you can see, Seokjinnie’s date was literally always on my mind. From the very beginning. Which is odd, considering the fact that he didn’t end up being endgame. wow it’s like he’s my bias or something
Occasionally I’d take breaks from hw and work on getting to know how the boys were with y/n. Quotes and poetry serve as a great source of inspiration, and I assigned a quote to each member. (notice the little stars by Jin, Yoongi’s and JK’s names lol, they were my top three as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now)
There were a couple of things that I didn’t think of adding until I was reading through your theories and got an idea of what you needed to push the series in the right decision. i.e. bringing Gina back to explain that she closed the door in Spooked.
I have a whiteboard in my room that I use to map out what I need to do that week for whatever series I’m working on (as well as jot down ideas for new series, which I why this photo doesn’t show the whole board haha)
So here’s a peek at my thought process for writing about how the pact was formed. Sorry if you can’t read it haha
NOW, the last few questions you guys had:
Q. Did you ever change your mind while writing the pact?
A. Yes! I actually originally intended for Hobi to have written the note. It fit very well with how angry he was at first and how worried he was during the date. But by the time I'd gotten to Jin’s date I kinda knew that he wouldn’t be that petty but Jin would haha
I also planned on Yoongi kissing y/n on their date. It was supposed to be on a rooftop somewhere, which we know didn’t happen. In fact, I didn’t really intend for their date to be so disastrous until I was coming closer to having to write it. I think I was a mess, so the date was a mess lol
I had no idea what I was doing for Tae’s date until I wrote it, all I knew was that there had to be a museum. The rest I just made up as I wrote and hoped that it made sense. (also, for some reason I hated the museum portion of the date. Idk why, but it just felt so stark to me. still don’t like it lol)
Q. When did you know how it was going to end?
A. That’s a....difficult question lol. Honestly, I thought of just doing an audio recording and uploading it because it I didn’t really know how to put it into words, but then I realized that most people probably wouldn’t wanna listen to that lol. So here we are.
I had the ending scene in mind before The Pact even became a thing. I knew I had a series that I wanted to end with baking cookies. (weird, I know.) It didn’t exactly go how I planned, but I remember having the thought while writing Spooked (when I thought I was just writing a one shot) that it would be nice for y/n to be with Yoongi. I just instantly felt like they had a connection, when he was the first one she went toward. From then on out, I always kinda kept Yoongi in the background.
I had a crisis about halfway through (right before Jin’s date) when there were a bunch of people rooting for Tae, because he hadn’t even been on my radar. But then Jin’s date went much better than I thought it was going to/received better, so I think that got me back on track.
But from the beginning, Yoongi was #1. (I wrote this in the back of my Career’s notebook lol) when I was trying to figure out for myself who wrote the pact.
So yeah! There you have it! Just an FYI, I had to physically restrain myself from throwing caution to the wind and making Jin endgame. Especially when so many of you were on board. :( However, the survey helped because Yoongi was the majority of votes (closely followed by Jin & JK) and that showed me that we were still on the right track!
Ngl, my brain stopped working around Wednesday of last week, so writing the finale took FOREVER because nothing would compute. But I’m so happy you guys enjoyed it and reached out to me about it! This really is like a part-time job most days, and I really felt like this series paid off.
Hopefully I covered everything! To end, here's the most satisfying part of every project for me:
Thanks guys!
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Adventures of a closeted exhibitionist | 01 (m)
Pairing: hoseok x reader, f2l (future)
Genre: do i ever write anything other than smut
Words: 3k
Warnings: exhibitionism lol, hoseok is a FREAK freak, oral (f receiving), dirty talk.
Summary: where hoseok explores with his bff. i hope u like it pls validate me.
a/n: this is an idea I pitched to @parkmuse and she n i were going to collab but then she got a cat and DITCHED ME (jeepers is v cute ngl). so instead of a full length one shot, im gunna make this a series. like a small one lol. this is unedited beyond microsoft putting the annoying red lines to tell me im illiterate.
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It was roughly 9pm. Despite it being a Friday night, there were a fair few people still drifting about in the 24 hour library. This time of the semester being closer to the exam time you guess this isn’t such an atypical incidence. What was rare though, was you being here. On a Friday night. Where you’re usually getting shit-faced with your friends at Park Jimin’s weekly parties. Not here with your best friend Hoseok – who frequented the place more than you, actually – about to have sex with him. Yup. You heard right.
“Can you walk faster y/n? We’ll lose our spot!” His hurried whisper didn’t do much to mask and the nervous tremble in his voice. It was obvious your best friend wasn’t very adventurous and thus here you were, helping him out.
Slightly regretting your decision. This place was more crowded than you thought. You run forward to catch up with Hoseok’s long legs that kept weaving through the massive bookshelves with ease. Whereas if you were here by yourself – you’d certainly be lost.
“We won’t with the speed you are walking. Slow down, Hoseok.” Grumbling under your breath as you see no sign of him stopping to let you remember the way you guys had come to this part of the quiet library, you just opt to following him around like a lost puppy. Usually it’s the other way around.
Especially when Hoseok had asked you one day to try public sex with him.
“Well well well, never knew my reclusive best friend was such an exhibitionist.” You’d been whistling and hooting while smirking his way, watching him shuffle on his feet awkwardly. He was never too confident in speaking about his sex life and watching him squirm was so much fun to the evil part of your brain. Not that he had much of a sex life to expose. Hosoek was a sweet boy who did relationships. Long term ones. And he hadn’t even been on a date recently.
“W-Well, I’m not. Not yet. I’ve never tried anything like that. And you obviously have.”
You’d just shrugged nonchalantly in response.
“So… I want to try something. With you.” Naturally, your response had been to blink repeatedly, making sure you heard him right.
“No fucking way, Josè.”
“Please, please, please?! I don’t trust anyone other than you to do this with and not be weird about it.”
“What about you get an actual girlfriend Hobi? Hm? Ever thought of that.” He’d rubbed his temple with a pout on his face when you’d mockingly knocked your fingers against it. How did he not see how attractive he was? He could get anyone. Literally anyone.
“I haven’t had luck in that department, you know that.” Him gritting his answer through his teeth is probably one of the most frustrated you’d seen him and it makes you snort.
“Then just find someone willing and fuck her at the party?” The crude words bring a blush to his pretty face. How does he even plan on having sex in public?
“You know I can’t do that.” Shaking his head, he turns back towards you, “Besides… I don’t want it to be just anywhere. I want to d-do this at the library.” Your eyes had bugged out of your head once again at that. How did you not know how kinky your best friend was?
“Oh my god.” You can’t help the giggles that fight their way through your throat, “I cannot believe it Hoseok! You’re such a closeted freak.” Now you were full on cackling.
“Stop. I just wanted to try something.” The pout was back on his face and the little glazed look he had in his eyes had diminished slightly.
“Yeah and public sex from the get go? What will you be ‘trying’ next? Pegging and Anal?”
His brows furrow adorably. “What’s pegging?”
“Oookay. Let’s just get back to the topic at hand.” You didn’t want to give him any more ideas. Yet.
Somehow in the next few hours, you’d agreed to sleep with your best friend. At a library at that.
And here you were, nestled in a corner at one of the desks that were set up between the isles for people who wanted to browse journals and other various literature. Where you both sat was relatively isolated. Only the people who occasionally walked past the isles would be able to see two people sitting at a table – the table shielding your lower halves of the body – and only if they looked. The table was set against one of the isles and that would probably be the only concerning area. That someone on the other side of that shelf would be able to decipher what was going on. Okay maybe this was making you rethink your decision. Just a little.
“So, what do you think?” Hoseok was panting slightly as he looked around you both repeatedly, making sure no one was lingering on the fact that two students had disappeared off to a section that they could do more than study in. But you couldn’t see anything of the sort. Just everyone minding their own business for now. Besides, how loud could you both be anyway? This shouldn’t take too long.
“Pretty good. You must come here a lot to know such a precise spot?” Brows wagging teasingly in his direction, making his cheeks flare up even more.
“I do. But to study usually so this feels a bit… exhilarating.” His face tells you how excited he is but he is definitely nervous as well if the sweating is anything to go by.
You bump your shoulder slightly with his to ease his worries. “Hey, don’t sweat it. Literally.” You can’t help the laugh that he then tries to muffle with his hand. “No really! I’m very good at quickies.”
Your wink makes him blush but he still seems apprehensive. “It’s not that… I’m. Well. I-I can kind of lose control sometimes.”
You continue to deadpan him. Hoseok and losing control? Were you hearing correctly? Your sweet, nerdy, studious, calm and collected, shy best friend losing control? It can’t be that bad, right?
“I’m serious y/n. B-But I’ll try to keep in check.”
“…Okay. Anyway. You ready?” There is a moment of silence and it is quiet. You can hear when Hoseok swallows, the way he drags his gaze all over your coat cladded form and then finally, looks into your eyes. You never noticed how attractive Hoseok was up-close and that was what was making you nervous.
“I-I think so? How are we going to do this? Shit I didn’t think about the logistics through before coming here.” Hoseok had started to nervous ramble so you decided to take matters into your hand by sitting directly on his lap, facing him.
“W-Wha…. Is this how we’re- Wouldn’t that look too suspicious.” You tried not to roll your eyes.
“We’re about to screw in a library surrounded by people. Anything we do will make us look like horny college kids. At least this way if someone catches us people will think we’re only making out or something.”
Hoseok’s pretty mouth falls open in an ‘o’ understanding your reasoning. The law library is more dimly lit compared to others so it was easier to fly under the radar. It was obvious that Hoseok had brought you here to take full advantage of that. If Hoseok tends to lose control as he's said, it shouldn't attract too much attention even if he's a tad too loud. Wait, is it even about his volume?
Leaning down you level your face to his baby browns while he leans back as if you're infectious and not about to have sex, "What do you mean about lose control by the way? You're not going to scream up a storm are you? I swear to god Hoseok if you get us arrested-"
"It's not me you should be worried about," the reply comes without any stutters unlike how he spoke before, making your breath hitch. He's calm and collected, gaze slithering down your body like you were an otherworldly marvel.
This was not how you'd seen your best friend act in all the years you'd known him. Never have you felt this attracted to your usually shy, meek friend who seemed to be the most quaint person in your group of friends. Perhaps that's why you'd never really sexualised him before. Though it did always baffle you how he managed to date the prettiest girls.
"Okay weirdo."
The tremble in your voice is barely masked but you try and regain some of your composure by aggressively adjusting and slipping down your panties to mid thigh. Effectively breaking Hoseok's bravado when he audibly gulps, looking around him. It doesn't take long for you to feel the effects of your activities as Hoseok already feels considerably solid underneath you. A flush of embarrassment evident in your cheeks when he rubs the damp material of your panties between his index finger and thumb.
"You're so wet, y/n." The skin of your naked thighs covered in goosebumps with each carrels of Hoseok's veiny hands. When did they get so callous? The feeling brought another embarrassing amount of wetness down your thighs.
"S-Sorry." You shook your own head at your apology. Why did you say sorry? Guys love that, you knew.
Somehow, it felt different with Hoseok. You were being a lot more conscious about his likes and dislikes instead of your own. Which should've been a red flag. Yet, you continued with the dangerous game you were both playing. The perspiration on Hoseok's forehead gave away how affected he was as well despite the cool temperature inside the library.
"Are you kidding? I've... I've never been this turned on in my whole life."
You don't get a chance to respond, only garbled gasps when his cool fingers slip between your thighs, massaging the slick in the sensitive skin that connected your inner thighs to your pussy.
"H-Hoseok." His thumbs spread the wetness from your nether lips back to the sensitive patch of skin.
"Is this okay?" You're too caught up in the heat of the moment and the thousands of nerve endings that Hoseok's fingers were stimulating.
Your head was lolling around like you were drunk and that was enough indication for him to carry on. It was terrifying how little he had done and you were already lacking the ability to comprehend anything other than his touch. Your hands were dropping beneath you carelessly, trying to find the hard length that was persistently pressing in you. You were turned on beyond belief and you needed to feel Hoseok inside you. Now.
Hoseok had other plans.
"Slow down, y/n." His chuckle is breezy, albeit a little throatier than usual. But it doesn't stop your quest to get your hands inside his pants.
"Hoseok I need you to get inside me." Your plan to be stern backfires.
You had hoped that telling Hoseok you meant business would get him to submit to you like it usually does. However, the heady look in his eyes tells you otherwise. You're proven wrong when instead, Hoseok locks his eyes with yours, as if challenging the autonomy you had in this situation. You're unable to move, just feel as the plunge of his nimble fingers inside you has you gripping his shoulders for a lifeline. Your head was already mushy and all basic comprehension had gone out the door. The sounds accompanying each agonising push and pull extremely erotic, making the blush bloom deeper on your already heated skin.
The onslaught of sensations had made it easy to forget about the world around you. If someone was to catch you right now, you weren't sure if you would let Hoseok stop the delicious friction inside you. The way he looked at his fingers sliding their rhythm inside you, completely entranced by your body, made another gush of wetness flow down his thrusting digits. He had barely fingered you for five minutes and you were already like a full damn ready to burst. Hoseok finally looked up when the scissoring motion of his fingers made you gasp loud enough to startle him.
it was getting increasingly difficult to keep your volume down. Now you knew why Hoseok had redirected the question about being quiet, to you. His other hands wrapped around your hips, just above the dip in your spine to keep you from thrashing off his lap. You were at the point where your body was so close that every thrust of his wrist bordered on pushing you over the edge. Body moving towards the movement and away from it in the same second.
“I don’t think I want that just yet.” His lips shone from the constant contact with his tongue.
Maybe he was giving you a tongue show on purpose. To be even more cruel when you were already suffering (in the best way possible). Hoseok was always mischievous. Not as obvious as your other friends like Taehyung or Jungkook. And you were finding out just how devious he is. Dragging on the assault on your pussy. Stretching the thread until you’re clawing your hands down his back, whispering ‘please’ like a symphony.
“You like this?”
“Y-Yes Hoseok. Please just f-fuck me already.” Your threatening growl only makes him smirk and fasten the pace of the three fingers inside you.
“I really wanna watch you squirt y/n. With all these people just a few feet away. Can you do that for me?”
His whispers near your ear makes you flinch away with each word. Body so sensitive to any form of stimulation that you were scared you were going to cum just from listening to the low timbre of his voice. Hoseok’s eyes were glazed over, the hard insistent bulge was digging in your thighs with even more ferocity. Yet, he denied himself the pleasure you were so readily offering. Why was he torturing the both of you like this, ugh.
Suddenly, he pushes you back against the table behind you, making you grasp the wooden edges in order to brace yourself. However, the action left you exposed, skirt pushed up enough to reveal Hoseok’s hands rhythmically pushing forward and backwards. The open position of your thighs and the air now touching your heated skin making you feel everything just a bit more. His fingers were hitting the spongy spot on the top of your walls just right that you’re whimpering and clenching your hands around the wood, just not the type you wanted to be holding.
“F-Fuck Hoseok if w-we get caught p-people-”
“Will see your cunt swallowing my fingers? I know y/n.” His smile is devilish. He’s reveling in your fear of being found out and you know this is exactly what his fantasy is.
Your breathing is harsh and you’re bordering on being a little too loud. It becomes even more of a problem when you start feeling the zaps of pleasure in your core that are hurtling you towards completion. Hoseok’s angled fingers repeat the motions that elicited the response when he sees you thrashing.
“Right there huh? That feel good?”
You can’t speak. Biting so hard on your lip, trying to not scream blooding murder, that tears are pooling in your eyes, blurring your vision. The strength in your arms leaves as you collapse on the table, head pushing back and one hand going to hold the one almost fisting inside you. You’re so close you can almost taste it. Everything is too much and it’s an impossible feat to stay quiet and inconspicuous.
“God, you’re being so loud. If you’re any louder people will hear you cumming all the way from outside.” And yet he doesn’t sound concerned.
Hoseok’s eyes are feral, watching you hold on to his hand while his wrist is snapping powerfully towards that one spot that has you seeing spots. You’re moaning even louder now and he has to get up from his seat to put his other hand around your mouth to drown out your sounds that are going straight to his dick. God, you were so sexy he was going to cum in his pants from just watching the tears roll down the side of your face.
“Yeah? You’re gunna cum baby? Squirt all over my fingers?”
He wasn’t expecting a response from you with how fucked out you were but your eyes peering into his let him know that you heard him. And that you were going to cum. Hoseok slips his thumb up to your clit, rolling it in tandem with his deep thrusts and within seconds, you’re screaming out your orgasm. Your cunt grabbing his fingers like a vice but Hoseok is still dragging his digits along your walls to prolong the pleasure. His whole hand is thoroughly wet because you indeed, squirted like he asked.
It’s hard to comprehend if what you experienced was a fever dream or you actually blacked out for a few seconds because of how hard you came. You’re still breathing hard and you feel hoseok’s hand ease around your mouth. He’s pressing kisses along your decolletage, fingers till lazily moving inside you until you’re pushing them away.
“That was so hot. Thank you y/n, you’re the best.” You were getting whiplash from how he’d turned back into his sickly sweet self when he was just giving you the best orgasm of your life a few minutes ago.
“Yeah, w-well, I may not be able to walk out of here.” you can’t quite look him in the eyes yet. Not when he’d just fucked your brains out and real fucking was about to come.
“Don’t worry, I think you’ve had enough today so that’s for next time.” He smiles his 1000 watt smile at you before sucking the wetness off his fingers. Your face is so red you might pass out.
Next time?
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The Magic Touch - hyung line
Pairing: hyung line member x reader
Wordcount: 1.2-1.8k words
Genre: smut, angst, fluff
Rating: 18+
Hello there everyone! I was very conflicted about posting, especially since I realised some of you might be focusing your energies on the BLM movement -- at the same time I thought that, as a writer, one of my priorities is to offer a momentary getaway from real life, especially since many countries are still affected by quarantine and lockdown, and many of us might need to get away from all the stress in the meantime.
As I mentioned in my previous post, I’m pretty busy with exams and studying but I really wanted to post it (even though I don’t know when I’ll be able to finish the maknae line, Jimin’s scenario is giving me a rough time). I really, really want to post because last week, on May 28th, we celebrated International Masturbation Day! So, as you can see, the theme is masturbation.
I think that the general message here is that you don’t have to be single to masturbate, and that masturbation and couple life are not mutually exclusive.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: There is swearing. Also, well THIS IS QUITE DESCRIPTIVE (sometimes even too descriptive for my own good), pretty much any kind of masturbation, mostly mutual, but also individual, of course this thing is filled with exhibitionism and voyeurism, these guys are not shy about porn and some of the girlfriends aren’t either (ahem), unprotected foreplay and spit play, mentions of unprotected sex (GUYS, PLAY IT SAFE, CONDOMS, DENTAL DAMS, GET TESTED REGULARLY!!!!), sensory deprivation, blindfold (again, guess who’s the freakiest of them all ? ;)))))))) mentions of sextapes. Jin’s scenario might contain some angst, based on the little gap I imagine between Jin’s fictional gf and him; Hobi’s scenery also contains slight angst but waterfalls of fluff too; Joon’s a daddy, fucking fight me; Yoongi and his gf could talk abt sex for hours and they would be absolutely fine with it (talk your kinks out with your s/o, sex gets 100 times more intimate and fun!!!!!)
Here you can find the maknae line
And here you can find my masterlist
Namjoon
“Hello there,” Namjoon said, standing against the door.
You turned, without even feeling guilty or shy. “Hello.” Your hand slowed down, the motion subsided to focus on the conversation with your boyfriend.
“Didn’t know you had started without me.”
“Wanna join?” With a smirk you patted on the bed beside you.
“What you watching?”
“Mh, just scrolling.”
“Yeah?”
He took off his jacket and shirt, his hands fumbling with his belt.
“Slow down, Joonie, we don’t want you to trip and hurt yourself.” You chuckled, your hand again picking up the rhythm.
You had come home early from the office and headed straight for the shower. Wrapped in a towel, you had realised you still had a bit more than an hour to yourself. You laid down and let the towel unwrap, stretching to reach your phone on the bedside table. It had been only twenty minutes when you heard the keys enter the lock at the front door, though he didn’t call for you. He hadn’t expected you home yet.
Still, you let your whimpers resound louder from the room, moaning his name, hoping he would hear you.
When Namjoon found you, you were laying against the headboard, one hand scrolling through random NSFW gifs, the other caressing your pubis, quite innocently, not to actually reach completion, but merely to arouse.
“Where do you want me?” He asked, climbing on the bed beside you, his boxers still on.
“Behind me, I wanna lay against you.” You sat up and moved your hips forward, letting him sit behind you, his head and back propped against the pillows, as you lay with your shoulders against his chest.
“Are we looking for anything in particular?”
“Don’t know. The usual?”
He kissed the tender skin behind your ear. “Want me to take over?” He was already reaching for your chest, gripping a breast with a heavy touch.
You thought about it for a second. Nodding, you moved the hand between your legs inch away, the tips of his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin under your belly button.
“What do we have here? Let me see, love.” He half-whispered with that deep voice of his.
In the meanwhile your hand reached for his thigh, your nails scraping against the soft, sensitive skin there. “It’s been a long week. I need to decompress.”
“You wanted some alone time? Want me to go?” He said, understanding filling his voice.
“I want you to take me there. Help me stop thinking.” You tapped on a gif, looking at the way a woman’s hips undulated against a man’s face.
“I’m here for you.” His lips venerated you. “You like that?” He meant the gif.
“You know I love your lips there.”
“The weekend’s long, let’s save that for later.” His palm started stroking your outer labia, your spine muscles relaxing against his chest.
Another gif, now of a woman performing oral on a man. “What about this?” You teased.
He moaned when you turned your arm behind your back, reaching for his manhood over the fabric. “Your mouth’s pretty. I like fucking it. Prefer your hands though.” You knew you would find loads of lovebites on your neck and shoulders later in the evening.
“You’re enormous, just one third of you fills my mouth. The problem’s the thickness.”
He chuckled. “Doll’s mouth. So tiny.”
You reached inside his underwear. “Oh, I like this one,” You said, looking at the screen, a man fucking a woman while standing, lifting her up and down against his length.
“I’ll have to hit the gym like JK to get that.”
“Bet his girlfriend gets a lot of that game — Wait, yes, there...” you replied, his hand circling your clit just right.
“Like this?” He questioned.
You nodded. “We’re lazier.” You said, continuing your previous conversation.
“We’re older. We like the mind games.” He commented. You giggled agreeingly. “Look at you. Half of the sex happens in your brain. No youngling could give you that.”
“You know what I like.” The hand on your breast moved to your nape, massaging your scalp and tense tendons. “That’s it...” You abandoned yourself against him.
“I wanna take off my boxers but I don’t wanna let go of you.” He kissed the tip of you ear.
“Take ‘em off.” You gave him space to manoeuvre out of them, licking your lips at the sight of his sex. You swallowed, your mouth salivating, your desire inhibiting your embarrassment.
“Not yet, come back here.”
You didn’t waste time easing back, your free hand naturally reaching for him.
“You taught me a lot with your naughty hands.” He commented as he again started touching you, now with more pressure. He let two fingers slip inside, your arousal making the insertion so easy you blushed.
“So wet. Bet your pretty pussy is clenching for me. Thinking about my cock.”
“Joon-“
With two of his fingers tweaking your nipple, other two pressing your g-spot, you started stimulating him with more pressure, adding a squeeze.
“____, yes, just like that.” He praised, calling out your name. His tip was blunt and soft, the texture like marshmallow. The heady smell of your arousal filled the room, his moans intensifying with the way you rolled your thumb against his frenulum.
“Open wide baby, wanna use both my hands on you.” You spread your legs further, obediently, the addition of his middle finger caressing your clit making you focus and suddenly turn very quiet, your breaths becoming more shallow and rare.
“Keep going like that, baby, don’t stop, I’m so close.” He moaned, licking your neck.
“Joonie— ”
“Let go, love.” As you took one last breath you felt your limbs catching fire and caving in, your whole body melting.
“Yes, babe.” Taking the hand on your clit away from you, he kept massaging your inner walls heavily and slowly, applying that pressure that you always needed to fully enjoy and ease out of your orgasm. With one hand joining yours, he helped you around his girth, squeezing the base as you fondled the head.
“There, yes— ” He moaned again, his hips now rutting against you, and finally with a groan you felt him spilling over, the orgasm catching him by surprise as he collapsed over your shoulder, “There. Love, fuck, yes.” The warmth of his cum hit your hand and your lower back, and you used the lubrication to caress him gently, slowly, accompanying him out of the high.
Your phone now discarded on the bed, you turned around, laying your front against his. “Joon, I love you.”
“Love you too, little vixen. My pretty doll.” He palmed your ass and kissed your lips calmly. “Wanna get cleaned up.”
“By now the sheets are messed up. Might as well finish the job.”
He smiled viciously then bit the inside of his cheek. “Then get on your knees, Princess.”
Seokjin
“I’m not sure I’m allowed to do this.” He said.
“Why not?”
“It’s- Private?”
“Don’t you like it?”
Jin loves you. Every little inch of you. Every nook and cradle. He loves the air around you, worships the ground you walk on. And of course the feeling is mutual. “Don’t ask dumb questions.”
“Maybe I just wanna hear you say it.”
“I love you. And I really like it. But are you truly okay with it?”
“I’m doing it because I love how you look at me.”
“How do I look at you?”
“Like I have all the secrets in the universe.” He kissed your lips tenderly. He could barely hold himself together. He was scared to move. His eyes hesitant, he gave in and started getting caught up in the video again.
“That mole over there,” he whispered, eyes droopy as you kissed his face, your hand spurring him on. “It’s so yours. Unique.”
You took a deep breath.
“Why are we watching it on the screen when you could be doing that right in front of me?”
“Because I caught you jacking off to one of the videos I sent you while you were on tour. Now I wanna see what you do when I’m not around.”
“Why is your hand on me, though?” He said with a playful smirk.
“Because I can’t help wanting to touch you.” You replied matter of factly.
“Keep your hands to yourself and sit on the chair, please.” He suggested, exiling you to the comfy armchair in the near corner of the room and getting the bed all to himself. With one hand he kept the phone propped to a comfortable angle, the other, a bit shaking, timidly propped against his jutting hipbone. He let his fingers tentatively spider to his sex, laying against his lower belly, so hard and looking so delicious.
You watched how his hand wrapped around himself, how the thumb started teasing the head, without much pressure. From his breathy moans you could tell it wouldn’t be long until he come apart. Oh, how his eyes were glued to the screen… Normally you wouldn’t be this affected, he’s looked at you with those eyes from up close while you were making love, still seeing this from a distance, as a third party, really made you understand how much he loves you. And how much you love him too.
“So beautiful.” He murmured, his eyes still entranced. “I can’t believe I can have that whenever I want.”
“I’m yours.” You said in a small voice from your corner.
His hand got still for a second, his head turning towards you. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You replied, your stare gently holding his. “I want to see you cum.”
He blinked slowly, his gaze again on the video, his hand massaging slowly from the base to the tip, squeezing, the soft of the palm on his hand stroking against his tip. His slightly high pitched groan was all you needed to tell that he’d be lasting less than seconds now. His face wrinkling, his legs flexing and his back arching, you marvelled at how his hips snapped up, his dick forcefully fucking his hand. You got truly surprised at how strong he could be, and how much he must have always restrained himself while fucking you. He was always careful about your well being, holding himself back not to hurt you.
“That’s my handsome, lovely man.” You commented from the chair, licking your lips as a thin string of his semen dangled from his palm and fell to his lower stomach. He had avoided making a mess, keeping himself in his palm.
You wanted a taste.
You climbed onto the bed, crawling between his legs.
“What are you doing?” He looked wary.
“I’m hungry.”
“Want me to cook?” He asked, getting ready to get up.
“No. I want to taste you.” His lips curled, his expression doubtful. Oral sex wasn’t among your most common activities. Sometimes he felt too shy for it, like it was too daring.
Sometimes you marveled at all the things he didn’t do because of nerves or because “it’s not really appropriate”.
As you saw the discomfort lingering on his face, you took a step back, hands retreating to your own comfort zone. You felt yourself shutting off.
There are differences between you and Jin, and you’ve always known it. He wouldn’t always explore with you. Considering how far you’ve gone together today, you really didn’t know why you felt so disappointed.
“What is it?” He asked, concern overcoming shyness.
“Does it bother you? That I’m so dirty?” You asked, avoiding his stare.
“No. I’m just afraid of hurting you. When you put your mouth on me I get nervous and I can barely concentrate on anything but the feel of you. Makes it very difficult not to snap. And when it happened you always ended up with a sore throat.” He used his clean hand to tip your chin towards him. “Maybe you don’t realise it, but you’re so cute and small and sometimes I just wished I could trap you beneath me and do you messy, but when I let go, I see you wince and I get back in control.”
“I might wince or choke or end up with a sore throat but I don’t care. All I care about is I was looking at you right now, wishing you did me like that, hard and fast. Every now and then.”
“You want it like that?” He asked with wonder.
“I just need you to get me ready, warm me up a little and be patient if I ask you to slow it down a notch.”
The hand on your chin caressed your face.
“Okay. And of course we can go gradually. See how far you can take it.” He kissed you temple and then your lips.
Naked and below him, his fingers started exploring your most intimate parts, toying with your delicate breasts, adoringly caressing your sides, reaching you hipbones and carefully tipping closer to the apex of your thighs.
There was nothing but adoration in his eyes as you gripped his strong shoulders as an anchor, his caresses teasing all the right places, stimulating all the right nerve endings, his fingers inside pressing the exact same spot of his digits outside you.
You went off in record time, much to his surprise, eyes blown wide and imploring as he gently accompanied you in your high. You loved his hands. But the thing you adored the most were his eyes, bathing in the vision of you, covering you in nothing but love.
Yoongi
You were both being lazy on the sofa, nothing to do on the rainy Sunday afternoon. You were almost ready to head to bed for a cozy winter nap when he tutted with his mouth a couple times, then pouted a little and turned to you.
"Do you wanna watch something?"
You turned on your side, looking at him from your side of the sofa. He was sitting at one end, a book in his lap, one hand innocently trapped between his thighs, close to his knees, as if to warm it up. You were on the other side, curled up under a blanket that covered you up to your nose, only your hand, your phone and your eyes coming out of the covers.
"Mh. What do you wanna watch?"
"I was thinking of trying something."
"Like?"
"Porn?"
You chuckled, thinking it was a joke. He was dead serious though. You stopped laughing and looked at him with fascination. "Okay."
"Good." He grabbed the TV-remote and quickly connected it.
"Do you usually watch it on the TV?"
"If I need to, I watch it on the laptop, but I used the TV while you were away."
You had been on a 10-day trip for a family party -- a cousin of yours was getting married and wanted you to be there as a bridesmaid, and Yoongi had preferred to stay at home, waiting for a better moment to be introduced to your family, not wanting to steal the attention from the bride and groom.
"Was it a satisfactory experience?"
He looked at you, questioning whether it was a test. "I guess…"
"What were you watching?" You asked curiously.
"I didn't watch it all, just some foreplay. I wasn't in the mood. But it was good, that's why I thought you could enjoy it too. The director's a woman and you can really tell it's female-supporting."
You smiled at that, your man being considerate in every single way. "That's very nice of you, Yoongi."
"I'm glad you wanna try this with me." He showed you the platform, the different titles and the one he had selected. Even the cover picture looked quite decent and classy.
He sat on the sofa again, this time closer to you. You also sat up, cuddling against him.
"Ready?" He asked. "We don't have to do this, you know."
"Yeah, but I want to." You took his hand and kissed his cheek.
He pressed play. It looked cute. A nice dinner at home, candles, flowers, slightly cliché but really cute, romantic. The chemistry between the actors was cute. They looked like they were dating.
"That looks very nice."
"Yeah, mundane. Average. I thought it was nice because it shows them in a relationship. It's like 'you know, you can do this stuff with your girlfriend, cause maybe that's the stuff she likes.'" He said, shrugging.
"That's cool."
They were kissing.
“Sometimes I forget not all couples talk it out.” He commented, still watching the video.
“I like it this way, being open about it. I think it makes us happier.”
Some clothes were now missing. She was wearing sexy lingerie, still something realistic. One of your triggers were the disgustingly cheap, poorly made and revealing clothes these actress usually wear. As if you need a short chequered skirt and no panties to be turned on. Usually all it took you was one of Yoongi’s enormous white T-shirts and very unsexy grandma cotton briefs to turn him on, often leading to him bending you over the closest flat surface or burying his tongue between your folds.
“What would you do if I were more vanilla?”
You thought about it, staring at the screen without really watching. “I don’t know. We could talk it out. Explore what you’re willing to try. Probably I’d masturbate more.” You quietly mulled over the idea.
“You wouldn’t leave me?”
“It’ll probably be a revelation to you but I’m not just here for the sex.”
He laughed, leaning against you.
“I think I’d leave you if I found myself wanting someone else, something more. If I found out that I’m really missing it rough. And also if you felt uncomfortable about the imbalance.”
“That’s good. Honest,” he replied, his tone neutral and reasonable.
“But you’re not all that vanilla.” You commented, looking at him from head to toe.
“Maybe I am.” He said, looking at the way the man picked the woman up and kissed her against the wall. With a furtive motion you delicately strokes you hand down your thigh, reaching for the spot where your knee connected with his. He parted his legs a little more, looking lazily at your leg for a second, then focusing again on the tv.
You were slightly bothered by the lack of attention he was paying you, most surely teasing you.
The couple had moved to the sofa, she was getting rid of the underwear, he was touching himself to the sight of her.
“Were you vanilla when you fucked me against the mirror in the walk in closet last Saturday?” You nudged your hand higher up his inner thigh.
“Pay attention to the movie, please.” He said with a snicker.
“I’m sure I’m not missing out on the plot.”
“How arrogant,” He commented. As a reply you pushed your palm against his clothed crotch.
“You say I’m arrogant?”
“We both know you act all bold but if I were to touch you now you wouldn’t last a minute.”
“Is it a challenge?” You asked, stroking him with more passion now.
“Wanna see how long’s gonna take me?” He taunted. “Off with those pants and open up wide, kitten.”
“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” He smiled at you with a cheeky grin.
A few minutes later you were both naked from the waist down, his pants rolled around his calves, his eyes on the screen, one of his hands comfy and snug against your sex, the other behind your shoulders playing with your chest and nipple.
“You eat me out way better than he’s doing with her.” You commented, both your hands busy around his shaft, every now and then caressing his testicles gently. You were a complicated tangle of arms and legs, your left one flung over his right, in order to gain more space for him to finger you, but also to keep him open.
“Because I love you.” He commented. “And because you taste like sugar.”
You moaned, warning him that you were reaching your limit. “Are you close?”
“If you keep doing that with my balls I might.”
Without even knowing how, you found yourself both spent, your head propped against the headrest of the sofa, cradled in his arm, his sensitive eyes hidden in the crook of your neck, mouthing at it in the calm that possessed him after an orgasm.
“We’re way better.” You replied.
“That’s why I usually watch our videos.” He deadpanned.
Hoseok
“Yes? No? Maybe?”
“I think it’s a yes.”
“Great. Amazing.” He grabbed some lube and poured it over himself. “Is it good like this?”
“Perfect.”
“Want me to switch the light off?”
“No, the bedside lamp is good.” You answered sweetly.
“Do you want me to start?”
You paused and licked your lips. “I think I’m a bit nervous.”
“I don’t really understand why, but I think I’m a tad nervous too.”
You suddenly sat up, your mood set aflame. “Yeah, right, I mean, we’ve done way more kinky stuff than this. I don’t get why I’m so tense.”
“Maybe it’s because we usually don’t plan it like this. It comes natural.”
“I mean, some nights we do plan it out like a week ahead, so everything’s ready and we don’t risk any accident. But it’s just jerking off, in front of each other. I’ve touched myself in front of you so many times already. Fuck me, I actually squirted while you fingered me. Why am I so damn tense?”
“It’s okay, sweetie. No need to do this tonight.” He said, understandingly, not a sliver of disappointment in his voice.
“But look at you.” You frowned. All you wished was to reach out and touch him. “You look so hot.” He was hard, naked, beautiful in front of you.
“What do you want me to do?” He said, leaning over you, kissing you with devotion.
You needed to have control. His usually domineering attitude didn’t relax you tonight. You needed to hold the reins. That’s when the idea struck you: you rummaged in the drawer beside the bed, finding one of the first articles you’d bought as a couple. A silky black blindfold.
He looked at you. “I guess that’s not for you.” He smiled.
“Not tonight, no.”
You hoped he trusted you enough to let you watch him while he couldn’t see you. “Do you want to put it on me?”
“Sit against the headboard. You’ll be more comfortable.” His face got warm at your display of concern.
He settled as you suggested, pressing a frilly kiss against his smile, your hands slipping the blindfold around his head and over his eyes. “You ready?” You asked.
“Whenever, darling.”
“Can’t wait to see you like this, Hobi.” You were trembling with anticipation to see him this vulnerable.
In the meanwhile he had noticed how sensitive his senses grew when his vision was inhibited. He thought your breathing was already louder. Had you already started touching yourself? His memory helped him create an image. You kneeling, knees wide apart, your whole palm moving in circles against your lower belly, every motion inching closer to your intimate parts.
He grabbed the base of his shaft, the lube now warmer though a bit dry. He felt your weight dip the mattress on each side of his hips, then a warm liquid falling over his sex, from the tip to the base. “Is that you?”
“Thought you needed it wetter than that,” you said apprehensively.
“Thank you. Is it…”
“You love it when I use my saliva.”
“Good god.” The sudden image of you, eyes closed, mouth open and drool dripping down your tongue.
Then he heard your quiet moan. “Are you touching yourself already?”
“Two fingers inside me. I could probably insert a third. You’re so sexy. You’re making me so fucking wet I’m dripping, Hobi.”
“Let me feel it. Can I use it to stroke myself?”
You guided the hand on his cock between your legs, dragging against the inner side of your legs, where your thighs grew tender, and you let him feel how your wetness reached even there. Impatiently he cupped your cunt. “Sweetie, you’re so warm and sensitive. You must be so turned on. So fucking plump. And so, so wet.” He licked his lips and brought his hand to his mouth. “So sweet. If I entered you now I would be gone in seconds.” He chuckled. “So embarrassing.”
“It’d be lovely. You’d like it so much you wouldn’t even be able to help yourself. And we know you’re always ready for multiples,” you giggled. “It wouldn’t affect your overall perfect streak at all.”
“I love making you cum with my fingers.” In the meanwhile he was back to your thighs, using his full hand to tease you with some friction, then using your wetness on his dick, tugging himself slowly but with quite some pressure. “I love getting hard again while I finger you. You’re ten times tighter when I enter you again. And you always lose it. Really, it’s so easy to overstimulate you. It’s my favourite thing.” He emitted a grunt as he reached the tip and circled his all palm over the sensitive sponge tissue, the colour a bright red.
You thought of how easy it would be to make him cum now if you trapped his glans between your cheeks and tongue, rolling it against his frenulum. Your hips started undulating on their own against your fingers. Hoseok immediately heard the small whine you emitted. "I wanna know when you're close."
"I need to see you cum first."
He grew impatient and whiny. "Come on." The rhythm of his hand was now furious, his hips writhing like wild, vicious, the kind of pace that made your legs shake and you eyes roll shut when he moved inside you.
"Come on baby, if you cum I'll let you see me."
"Touch me, please. I need you," he cried, feverishly needy.
One of your hands cupped his balls, the other caressing his face, comforting him. "I'm here, baby."
His panic subsided but his frenzy kept spurring him, his brow creasing. You kissed his forehead, his mouth opening and a silent cry leaving his throat.
You were used to him being noisy and shameless, but this vulnerability and softness were rare and precious.
He came, his semen spilling on his hand and his abs, hot spurts coming out almost endlessly, causing in you both wonder and worry. With his hips slowing down, his essence started bubbling more discreetly on his tip, rolling down in pearly globes down his shaft and onto your hand.
"Are you okay, my love?" You instantly removed the blindfold, his eyes searching for your face.
"It was the most intense thing ever." He said, almost scared, finding peace in your arms.
You stretched to the t-shirt you had abandoned on the bed, drying the sweat on his face. "You are the most marvellous thing I have ever seen." You kissed him again in comfort and praise. "I've got you." You pondered over licking him clean or simply cleaning him with your cloth. Considering how sensitive he must be, you gently dabbed the fabric against his abdomen, then using it to clean your hand and, very with a very light touch, his soft sex.
"Did you…?"
"You were all I needed."
You didn't mind helping him get clean in the shower, your needs shut down by his own.
You didn't mind falling asleep beside him right after you finished taking care of him.
Most importantly, you didn't mind when he woke you up with his mouth on your nipple, pressing his hard on against your clit and finally helping you with your arousal. After all, for him once was never enough.
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hi hi hi !! may i please request a personality ship with bts and ateez !! i apologize in advance bc it's super long </3
I’m a 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) girl with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark on my bottom lip!), my long legs (that look so so so so good in skirts and dresses), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with), and i am an i/enfj (i got 51% extravert 49% intra the first time, then 50% for both the second time!! ) and i honestly agree—i’m an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up.
i’m extremely passionate about the issues and people i care about and the goals and dreams i have. I’m creative, patient, an extremely good listener, caring, a social butterfly, and extremely hardworking. my friends always told me of my heart of gold and how perceptive i am of the people around me—noticing immediately when something is wrong and trying to make them feel better. I’m also very headstrong, detailed, and determined!! my friends also call me a nerd since i’ve had all a’s since kindergarten—i LOVE school and would describe myself as intelligent. i really like that i’m empathetic and motivational to those around me. it’s really easy for me to show my affection, adoration, and support for someone because i just want everyone to feel loved and safe :( i HATE seeing my loved ones sad, and when people usually have problems about anything (from family to just school), i’m the one they come to talk to because of my warm and openminded heart. I love sharing happiness with my friends in their goals and always hype them up no matter what, and it makes me so so so so happy seeing my loved ones content. im also really, really funny (my fave personality trait of mine tbh)!! I’m always cracking jokes and laughing (sometimes for no reason LMAOO). i would be in the library at like 7 am with my friends and struggle with stifling my laugh from jokes i told </3
I also love to go out and explore—whether trying out a new restaurant in the city or a newly opened amusement park or trying something new, like skydiving (or some other crazy but fun idea), trying recipes from around the world, or trying sledding for the first time! at the same time, i like really chill, mellow spending-time-alone-or-with-one-other-person activities like baking (my favorite treat to bake is red velvet cupcakes and cheddar bay biscuits) and dancing !! (i’ve been a dancer for more than 12 years!!). i can also speak more than 5 languages (including korean!) and i’m always saying random phrases (like thank you, i love u so much!, gtfo my face, that sucks ass) in a random language too LMFAOOO. i often think being a coffee/cafe lover is a personality trait (i love love love love love coffee) i also love accessories (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, etc) and would die of happiness when the day i can wear matching accessories with my s/o comes.
besides being my bestfriend who i can kiss and whatnot (hehe), my ideal type is a TALL (THEY DONT HAVE TO BE but 5’9+...i’m already tall but pls .5 of an inch taller would be enough) man who has eyes for me and only me !!! they may look cold/cool/mysterious/laid back at first glance (like “i dont like u lol” or “yeah haha 🙂" to any other girls but “hi baby what can i do for u today to please the loml” with me <3) but turn into the sweetest, warmest, cutest honey bun once i get to know them! (kinda like me)!! ALSO a man who can pull off all black outfits like those are my FAVORITE omg. he needs to have a BIG sense of humor (like i want to laugh every second i’m with him and laugh so hard that our stomachs start hurting and we beg each other to stop making jokes type of humor), fashionable (so i can learn fashion pls and wear coordinated outfits with him). i just want a boy who i could talk to and listen to for HOURS. like i would follow him into the bathroom as he showers and sit on the toilet and just listen to him talk about his day or vent to him, but also a boy that loves comfortable silence!! like just cuddling with each other or im studying, and hes working on a personal project so that just being with him makes me feel warm <3 i want a s/o who’s willing to go out and travel with me so i could take off guard pics of him and make him my wallpaper until he begs me to change it. im also not good at conflict so if conflict arises, id love a boy who knows how to talk me down and open up the room for conversation and make me feel safe and not as if im confronted or wrong, someone where we can just talk, resolve our problem, and make it up with a hug or night out!! this kinda leads to me wanting a relationship where we both help improve each other and our flaws (for example some of my flaws are callousness, taking things to heart sometimes, and not opening up easily, etc), so i’d really appreciate a relationship where my partner and i can help each other grow as people. i also love love love to cook, so i’d love an s/o that loves cooking with me and teaching each other how to cook each other’s cultural foods (i would love to teach my bf how to cook jollof rice and have a cookoff one day). I like ALL 5 of the love languages but my top 3 tied for 1st are quality time (THIS i want to spend everyday with my bf at chinatown or a new city exploring), words of affirmation (someone who reaffirms me of their love continuously, supportively, and in sweet ways), and acts of service (cooking my favorite food when i’m down, doing chores that i cant do when tired). men who are really expressive through touch are also ideal <3 i'd shy away from pda, but inside the house i’d be so happy yet so shy and flustered when they express their love through touch (like laying in my lap so i can play with their hair, holding my hand while watching tv, cuddling while talking about whatever). OR like the SLIGHTEST compliment or act of love (LIKE BACKHUGS OR HOLDING HANDS OR KISSING MY BEAUTY MARKS OR FOREHEAD KISSESJSJSJSJ). i love a man who's goal oriented, know what he wants, and makes the move first (kinda like taking control of the relationship!!) in all, i’d just love to be really appreciated and loved and also show the same love, support, warmth, closeness, and happiness to my bf <3 tysm <333
Hi hi~! You sound like such a sweetheart and so cute 😍💕 I’ll be super happy to ship you~!
Bts
Yoongi 🥳
I thought of Yoongi right away while reading your submission. You sound like such a sweet and supportive person that I think Yoongi would benefit from being in a relationship with you. You also remind me a lot of hobi when I was reading your description so I think you two would be best friends too~! Yoongi would be intrigued by your appearance, your intimidating aura around you would make him want to know you more. Surely there’s more than meets the eye...and Yoongi was correct. After getting to know you more. He soon learned how such a happy and sweet person you are. He would love the duality of you. It’s keeps him on his toes and yearns to learn more o about you~! Yoongi is a very passionate person as well, especially with his career and his members. And I’m sure he’d be passionate with you too, but he’ll show you in his own little ways. For example, writing songs about you for bts’ new comeback, getting you your favorite foods and drinks when you both have had a long day...he just loves you so much. I can see you, and sope being the three musketeers of bts, you three would do SO much together. Yoongi can be a silly and goofy person as we’ve seen, but only certain people can drawl that aspect out of him, so you and hobi would do SOO well at making him feel comfortable to let loose and have fun~! I can see you and hobi goofing around at the studio with each other and Yoongi would shake his head and act unimpressed, but we all see right through him and he truly adores you in that state~! Yoongi would also think it’s super adorable how flustered and shy you get when he gets touchy with you 👀💜. Just a very cute and wholesome relationship~! 🥰
Ateez
Seonghwa 🥳
You love when your partner takes control? You don’t need to tell Seonghwa twice! The boy would LOVE to take care of you and take the lead in the relationship. I think he’s also naturally dominate, so it would be no problem for him~! I can see you two going on cute coffee dates to local cafè shops close by. Seonghwa would absolutely adore how excited you are about coffee~! He would also think it’s hella attractive that you’re a dancer 👀. He LOOOOVES to watch you dance for himself maybe he would create a dance for only you two to perform. Your legs and lips are how absolute favorite physical traits of yours. Seonghwa would always have a hand on your leg or knee whenever you guys are sitting down. And if you’d let him, Seonghwa would kiss you all day long~! He just loves the feeling of your soft lips against his 💜. Seonghwa also adores how happy and cheerful you are. Especially on hard long days full of practices and performances, your cheerful and loving nature always makes him feel better and soooo much more relaxed. I can see both of you mothering the other members too~! He appreciates you taking care of him at times, but he’s also take opportunities to take care of you too~! Overall a very sweet and loving relationship~! ❤️🔥
Again, I am very sorry for the long ass wait 🥺. I hope you enjoy your ships love~! Stay happy and healthy~! 🤗💜
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case studkrkgksnwk // jhs
⇢ Study study study. You have to revise for upcoming exams, but your boyfriend Hoseok is tired of having to share you with your textbooks.
Genre/warning: established relationship! Fluff, smut. Oral (f recieving), fingering, swearing.
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: hello! Happy Valentines! Here is my drabble for the ksmutclub’s Secret Admirer project. The apple of my eye was @justonedaywithmysunshine ! Talking about you going back to college got this idea in my head, I hope you don’t mind 👀 I hope you enjoy, I loved getting to talk to you and being your Tulip 🌷more to come soon 🥴
You shuck your coat off your shoulders, letting it crumple to the floor as you stagger through your apartment.
Hoseok sits up from the sofa, the sound of you dragging through your shared place unmistakable.
“Hey.” He smiles, dropping his phone beside him.
He leans up and hangs over the edge of the chair, waiting expectantly, beaming up at you. His smile is so bright that you can’t help but mirror him. You step forward and plant a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s lips before stepping back and watching his heart-shaped smile sit easily.
“Hey.” You mirror, walking away to drop your heavy rucksack on the dining table.
The table was littered with papers and pages of your scrawly handwriting. Hoseok tried his best to keep it ordered and neat but you were like a tornado, sending pages flying in a frantic bid to keep your studies up to date.
He swivels on his spot on the couch and watches as you empty the contents of your bag onto the surface, dark brown eyes narrowed. You glance over at him, but he looks away quickly, running a finger and thumb through his dark hair.
“How was class? You better not be making a mess up there.” He makes his voice low and authoritative, but you know he’s only playing. You merely stick out your tongue in response, to which he scrunches his face.
“It was okay. I’ve got a mountain of things to do though.” You groan, slumping into the chair. You take a moment to roll your shoulders before sitting up and getting to work.
You flip open your laptop and spread your books out around you, bleary eyes slowly scanning across the assorted pile of information. You hear Hoseok whine as he gets to his feet, shuffling towards you.
He stands beside you, fingers absently tracing patterns into the sleeve of your shirt. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the fact that you���d not been able to truly get to cuddle - let alone anything else - for a few weeks now. It was starting to get to the both of you.
“Do you have to do that now?” He whines, pouting his lips dramatically at you.
“Yes, I have a test tomorrow and the day after.” You sigh, shuffling your books around.
He huffs, slumping as he watches you. You raise an eyebrow at him before averting your gaze, trying hard to ignore the puppy-dog eyes he was trying to lure you in with.
Your computer boots finally, and as you begin to pull up note from your lecture, his finger drags up your shoulder and pushes your hair aside. You let your eyes flicker for a second but ignore him, determined to see this study session through.
It isn’t until his lips press at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder that your eyes slam shut. A gasp leaves your lips as he moves up your neck, gently placing soft kisses behind your ear.
“H-Hobi… wait.” You whisper, voice breaking.
“What love? I’m not trying to stop you.”
“You’re distracting me.”
“Fine.” He sighs, stepping back and letting your hair fall back into place.
You ignore the disappointment that settles in your stomach as you start to read back over your notes. He’s pushed from your mind as you begin to get into it, transfering important information to your botes.
You barely hear him sulking around over the top of your keyboard, but it isn’t until you feel something budge your leg that you snap out of your trance.
“Hobi?”
There’s no reply. After a moment you move back to your work, assuming that he’d gone to do some work on his own assignment.
Barely a minute passes before fingers are reaching into the waistband of your leggings and panties, tugging them down past your knees. You yelp as you’re jolted in the seat, cool air hitting your core.
“What the fu-“
“I don’t hear you working.”
“I’m half naked, Hoseok!”
You shuffle your panties back up, but as you make a grab for your leggins he rips them back down again. You lean down and glare at him, watching as he pouts up at you.
“Do you not want to have some fun, Y/N?” He asks, voice soft despite how awkwardly he is bent under the table.
“Of course baby, but I have to study.”
He purses his lips, the neediness plain on his face.
“Fine.”
“Great.” You roll your eyes, sitting up and moving to pull up your underwear at the very least.
“But... let me try something. I saw it in a Cosmo one.”
You stifle a giggle as you lean back under the table, eyebrow raised. He looks at you with a glint in his eye.
“You’ve read Cosmo?”
“Yeah, I wanted to read a review they had on a moisturiser.” He shrugs. “Just sit up and get back to work. Trust me.”
You stare at him for a moment before sighing, giving in to his request. You ponder for just a moment as to where his mind could possibly be going when you feel his finger slide up your slit.
You gasp, sitting bolt upright in the chair as his finger rocks back down lightly over your core.
“Hobi!”
“Keep working.” His voice is low and authoritative.
An excited jolt runs through you as you subconsciously let your legs fall open wider. You wait, but he makes no more moves, simply letting himself lean against your legs. His breath rolls up the inside of your thighs, the soft scent of his shampoo drifting up, the combination almost heady.
Cautiously you begin to type out another sentence, your body practically thrumming for him. It isn’t until you had been typing for another solid ten seconds or so that you feel another finger ghost across your clit. Your eyes flutter for a moment, but you’re determined not to let the sensation go.
You continue to move notes across, fighting the roll of your hip with each gentle pass that Hoseok floats over your clit.
“Keep going, Y/N.” Comes the voice from beneath the table, and you bite your lip in anticipation.
You flip your page, forcing your hips to still before typing again. This time you felt nothing, and was considering to check if he was still there-
Hoseok licks a wide strip up your slit, tongue flicking ever so lightly across your clit.
“Hobi…” you moan, fingers scrunching the pages scattered before you.
“I can’t hear you working.” His voice is barely above a whisper, lips so close to your clit that you can practically feel him grazing you.
With a blank mind, you absently begin to press random keys, hoping to lure him back out.
It works. He presses his fingers into the soft insides of your thighs, spreading you for him. He’s on you within a second, rolling his tongue over your clit.
You suck in a breath, fingers barely tapping keys as the tip of his tongue darts across your core. A hand slides down to tangle in his hair, to pull him closer and stop the teasing but he pulls away, detaching your grip from his dark locks.
“Now now, you said you needed to study.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you’re almost glad you can’t see the smug look through the table.
You whine, bringing your hand back on top of the table but shuffling forward in your seat so that you’re right on the edge.
“How can I concentrate?” You moan, trying to subtly thrust your hips at him.
“Positive reinf-“
“Hobi, if you’re trying to Pavlov me into remembering my notes because you’re eating me out, I swear-“
You’re cut off as he puts his lips on your clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it quickly with his tongue. Your words choke off as your hands grip the edge of the table, rolling your hips into his face.
His thumb brushes the inside of your thighs, stroking the soft skin as he lets his tongue swirl your sensitive nub.
He pulls off you with a wet pop, letting a delicate finger trace around the throbbing area before moving his finger down to pool in your growing wetness. Those pretty lips that you could spend eternity kissing purse at you, a slim eyebrow crooked at you.
“Keep working love.”
You want to flip the table, to drag him by the collar and have your way with him but you know Hoseok would never budge. You made your bed, and now you’d have to lie in it.
You move to the keyboard again, take a deep breath and begin to type at random.
Hoseok doesn’t wait this time, dragging his tongue up the full length of your slit and sucking your clut into his mouth again. He flicks at it, moaning as he works. Your head falls back as you smack at random keys, letting your hips roll.
The wet noises that rise to meet the clacking of your keyboard makes heat burn across your face, and it takes all your concentration to keep pressing at the keyboard.
He works at you ferociously, moving between licking fat stripes up your soaking core to take you in his mouth and making you see stars. You slam your hand down, random letters flying across the screen as your body shudders.
“Hobi, baby…” you whimper, the stiffness from where you sat awkwardly pushed far from your mind as pleasure rolls through you.
It isn’t until you feel one of his delicate fingers is circling at your entrance that you finally drop the pretence of typing.
He begins to press the finger inside of you slowly. A whimper of his name leaves you, the drag of his knuckles blurring your mind.
His mouth is back on you as he begins to move his finger inside you, deft precise movements that only Hoseok could do. Every touch, flick and moan is perfectly tailored to you, and as much as his perfection can bristle you, you love it endlessly.
You rock on his finger and he lets you, watching as you work yourself up on his fingers. You squeeze on his digits and he groans, the vibrations making your clit throb.
“Here..” he rasps, sliding another finger inside. You groan, your knuckles turning white from where you grip the table so hard.
“Wanna touch you.” You whimper, your breath short.
He seemed to be in an extra giving mood. You let out a yelp as Hoseok pushes your chair back, moving you both out from under the table. But he doesn’t miss a beat, mouth still attached to you and fingers still deep inside you.
His eyes flick up to yours, a mischievous glint in his eye as he rolls a thick tongue across your clit. You choke on a gasp, letting your fingers finally knot in his silky hair.
His fingers pump into you, rolling up to brush over your soft spot. You roll your hips into him, keeping him pressed to you as you feel yourself reaching the edge.
“I’m gonna-“
“Show me, Y/N.”
With a few final fucks of his fingers you come undone.
You cry out his name as your orgasm washes over you, body juddering as you clamp down on him. He works you through it, eyes screwed shut as you roll against his face.
Soon the waves fade out, and Hoseok let’s his wet fingers slip from you. He takes a second to lick away your mess, soft eyes floating up to you. When you twitch with over-sensitivity he finally stops, moving to lean against one of your thighs and grin at you.
You smile down at him as you return back to reality, everything blurry but your boyfriend. His heart-shaped smile glistens at you, your wetness sitting prettily on his lips. You wipe him with your hand before you pull him up for a kiss, the taste of you fresh on his tongue.
He brushes hair back from your face as he grins down at you, delicate fingers grazing the tip of your ear. The tender touch brings heat to your face, comfy and loved.
Your eyes flick to your screen once you sit back in your seat, and a giggle bubbles out of you.
Do you wanna see my notes?” You laugh, eyes flicking between him and your screen.
He stands up between your legs and peers down at your screen, mouth moving as he scans the rows of text:
‘-but we can see from the case studkrkgksnwk…’
Hobi leans back from your laptop and laughs, eyes crinkling as he scrolls through the wall of keysmash. He looks back down at you, infectiously happy aura radiating from him and you feel your heart swell.
“You’ve worked hard.” He giggles, reaching out a hand to you. You let him pull you to your feet and press a soft kiss to your lips.
You can feel his hard length press into your stomach, and a blush burning bright on his cheeks. You smirk at him, letting your hand stroke him over his sweatpants. His eyes flutter, lips parting at the sensation.
“Wah…” he gasps.
You smile at the effect you have on him, stepping out of your leggings and panties, leaving them crumpled on the floor beside your bag.
“I thought you had work to do?” He asks, regaining control of his face as he meets your gaze.
“I’m sure we can be quick...” you shrug, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards your bedroom. He grins, a bounce in his step.
“We’ll see about that!”
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Dance lessons from Hobi
Best friend! Hoseok x YN, Idol! BTS
AN: So I decided to give writing another go seeing as I am temporarily unemployed because of the Corona measures in my country. If you like this please leave a message and/or a like 😊 If you’d like me to continue writing please let me know, it has been years since I last wrote and it is a new fandom I am now writing for. Feedback/messages are always welcome 💜
“Y/N, I found an amazing club, please come with me next time.” Before you could even open your mouth and object Hoseok turned around and gave you his best attempt at doe eyes. “It is not the same without my best friend.” He pleaded. “Yoongi would be happy to know he is being missed so much, maybe you should ask him if you want him there.” You said as you sat yourself down on Hoseok's desk chair. Hoseok lowered the shirt he was holding up and gave you a glare that made it hard to hold your laughter. “Are you considering a career in the Comical arts much?” He returned his attention back to the mirror as he continued his preselection of outfits for the next day. “You know I meant you, Y/N. I got as much of a chance getting Yoongi to go to a club with me than Jimin swearing off alcohol.” You chuckled at the idea.
“I’m serious, Y/N, why don’t you want to go with me?” you grunted and let yourself fall back against the backrest of his desk chair. “Just because…” You tried hoping he would let go. He turned to face you looking you straight in the eyes. “Just tell me why you don’t want to go to the club, and I promise I will never ask again, I just want to understand.” You let out a heavy sigh. There was no getting underneath it this time. “I can’t dance.” You muffled in the sleeve of your oversized sweater. “Keep eating your sweater, Y/N. I still want to know, you can tell me, I won’t judge.” He said, slightly getting concerned. “Okay, okay, okay. I can’t dance. There I said it. I can’t dance.” Hobi just dropped the two shirts he was holding for comparison and stared at you blankly. “You told me you wouldn’t judge me!!!” You said trying to hide behind your sweater. “I was expecting something bad!” He tried to save himself. “This is nothing, nothing I can’t try to fix. If you would like of course.” “I don’t know Hobi, I think I am a lost cause.” Hoseok dropped to his knees next to you, holding up a shushing finger to your lips. “If the Hyungs can learn how to dance when they said they couldn’t, then you can learn as well. We will meet tomorrow at the studio at 9am, okay?” You just sighed. “What have I gotten myself into?”
The next day you arrived at the Big Hit studios, with your gym bag in hand. The staff let you up, already knowing you from the visits you make bringing the boys lunch as they tend to forget it sometimes. I arrived at the dance studio and saw Hoseok doing a routine to a number you know didn’t belong to them but that was all that you could tell. You leaned back against the wall and just watched. It took him until the song was over to realize you were there. “Ya! How long have you been standing there? Liked what you saw?” Hoseok said trying to catch his breath. “Not long, and yes sure, but that isn’t a surprise seeing as I was watching the dance Captain himself.” You tried to casually say, pulling up your shoulders, while trying to hide the fact that him dancing like that scared the crap out of you. Damn, he was going to have a field day with you. “Oh nice, then we can start, so did you see the beginning, or should I recap so we can start?” Hoseok looked at you seriously. You froze in the spot. “Yah! You serious? Hobi you were going to teach me to dance at a club, this looks like one of your choreo’s. I am new at this, Hello?!” All of a sudden Hoseok bursts out laughing and falls on the floor. “Oh, you should have seen your face! Priceless!” You ran over ready to hit him with your towel for playing you like that. He was quick to catch on and you both started this cat and mouse game in the studio. “I’m going to kill you!” He just laughed while you tried to catch up with him. “Great warm up don’t you think, but next we should also work on your running because you are slow.” And right at that time, you managed to whip his ass with the towel. A clear slapping sound echoed throughout the studio followed by a typical Hoseok cry of receiving painful justice. “Serves you right, you shouldn’t laugh at me like that. I am fragile.”
After a few hours, a lot of “pa pam pa pa ba”s, what seemed like blood, sweat and tears, a bruised butt, and more dance moves than you can count, you demanded a break. “But we still got 7 more moves to cover. We should keep going you are getting there!” Hoseok tried while handing you a water bottle. “Damn Hobi, are you trying to help me blend in at the club or push me up the stage… or just kill me in general?” You said spending like what felt like your last breath on it. You let yourself fall to the floor and just laid there, trying to find your breath again. “I thought Tae could be a drama queen or even Jin, who studied to be an actor. We’ve only been at it for 2 hours, Y/N.” Hoseok said kneeling next to you throwing you a towel. “You are so damn lucky you are my best friend and that I have like no energy anymore or I would whip your butt again.” Hoseok just merely chuckled at you. “You are cute sometimes when you want to be a badass.” “Just let me die and live with the fact you murdered the best thing you have in your life… ME.” At that Hobi fell next to you on the floor laughing.
At that moment Jin and Namjoon walked in, being a bit confused by the situation. “Oh, my bad, we didn’t know this room was being used. We will come back later.” Jin said. “Oh no, it is fine, you can stay, we don’t take up much roo-” Hoseok tried before you cut him off. “No, RUN guys while you still can, save yourselves!” You tried to persuade them. “They just laughed. “The amount of times he killed us off are beyond us. Welcome to Bootcamp Sis. We’ve been expecting you.” Namjoon just chuckled. You let yourself fall down again with a heavy sigh. “Thanks…”
A few days after
After an extensive dress rehearsal and outfit check, we arrived at the club. “Can you stop pulling at your skirt. We checked it; your buns are safe! Now let’s go have fun.” Hoseok said slapping my hand away. “I still don’t see why I couldn’t have worn the skinny jeans.” You said with a pout. “Y/N-ah, you look more than fine! Use that pout to sip some soju, so we can party! Come on.” Taehyung said pulling your arm, dragging you to the bar. “Bring something for us as well!” Jimin shouted after us.
When Taehyung and you were about to place your order Jungkook came running in your direction. “Have you ordered yet?” He said when he reached you. “We were just about to. You want something as well?” You asked him. “Let’s prank Jimin. Please?” Of course, Taehyung was instantly all for it. You sighed. “Sure, I guess. What did you have in mind?” You asked, curious about what the Maknae was up to. “But nothing to mean!”
“Jimin here is your drink. I got you a glass of water because they didn’t have any decent beer.” You held up a glass with a clear liquid in it. Jimin just looked at you with a look that was wondering if you were kidding, or if he should kill you. “You are kidding, I hope?” The two youngest behind you obviously started laughing. “Of course, Jimin, it is Vodka, don’t worry.” You said winking at the easy victim.
Jungkook and you had been sitting at a table with a clear view of the dancefloor. Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok were giving a performance some girls could find illegal. At some point you saw Hoseok approaching the table with you in his cross heirs. You know how late it was. “Come on Y/N. We didn’t spend all that time in the studio so you could sit on your butt all night.” Without even getting a chance to answer you were getting dragged to the dancefloor and Hoseok had backup because Jungkook was pushing you from behind.
You decided to just let go and have fun. You got lost in the flow of the song quite fast when you saw the positive feedback from your best friends. At some point Hoseok was dancing with you and the Maknaes stood there hyping the both of you up. You were laughing so hard; this is so much fun. You really thought of all the fun you missed so far.
After five songs you went back to your table to take a sip of your drink. “This is actually so much fun, thanks Hobi.” You said giving Hoseok a finger heart. “Most welcome, you already look like a natural! Certainly, looks like you are having fun!” He said giving you a finger heart back.
“Y/N, you were killing it out there!” Taehyung said as excited as ever making you blush. “Come and dance with me! Now I have a dance partner I can make the entire club jealous with!” And with that you got dragged to the dance floor again. Hearing Jimin huff “He wishes! I’ll show you later who will make the club truly jealous with her!”
It ended up being the best night of your life so far. A true dancing machine was born, who loved having a good time dancing with her friends!
AN: this ended up being longer than planned. Hope you still liked it ^^
Of course, I respect my superiors and always take their advice into account. Thank you for the help with the ending Katie and for taking the time to proofread it! You are an amazing friend! 💜 @bangtan-sonyeonddaeng
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Guns and Blankets
A/n: not requested but I have been doing too many Stray Kids posts lately holy crap this got long. yes it is heavily inspired by BBC sherlock
ASKS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Member: Jung Hoseok ft. BTS
WARNINGS: Mild violence, swearing, partial smut?, smoking (don't do it kids), alcohol
Summary: Y/n L/n is the world's closest thing to Sherlock Holmes. Her intellect was unparalleled by anyone, but her snide and sarcastic remarks and attitude kept her from joining the force. However, Chief of Police Kim Namjoon can't help but enlist the services of the consulting detective. To the outside, Y/n may seem cold, calculating, and emotionless, but her partner ( Dr.Jung Hoseok) sees a different side of her.
Genre: nonidol!au, detective!au, police!au, sherlockholmes!au, mystery, comedy, angst
I paced the floor of my dark apartment, mind running. "Is your goal to create a dent, because you are doing mighty good work." I scoffed at my partner who sat in the armchair reading the paper.
"I'm waiting. I thought domestic people like you understood that concept." The young man with dark hair chuckled as he watched me burn a hole through my wood floor. My head shot towards the window at the sound of a car pulling up. "Finally, Kim shows up with something to do!"
"A nice murder. That always cheers you up, love."
I could hear the grin in Hoseok's words. "Oh shut up! You love it as much as I do, Mr. Military Doctor." I couldn't kept the smile from breaking onto my face no matter how hard I tried. "Y/n!" The familiar voice of Chief Inspector Kim Namjoon came up the stairs to my apartment.
"What is it this time, Kim?" He stopped in the doorway, out of breath. "Body? Kidnapping? Attempted political assassination? All very fun." He shook his head and started to pull his phone out of his pocket. "No. This was sent to me twenty minutes ago." He showed me a picture of a shabby empty room, but something was ominous and familiar about it.
"I know this room. Where do I know this room." Hoseok came behind me to look over my shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by my cellphone ringing on the table.
Handing Hoseok the phone I went to pick up mine. "Y/n L/n speaking." There was silence on the other end. The two men spoke in hushed tones conversing about the photo. "Hello?" The line was live and my ears picked up the slightest sound of breathing on the other side. "You're wasting my very valuable time by-"
"Y/n."
"Yes, Hoseok. What is it?"
"The room. Isn't it the apartment downstairs?"
Hanging up the phone I looked again at the photo. Without a word, I took off down the stairs yelling for out landlady, Mrs. Yang. Grabbing the keys from her painted nails I rushed to the door and opened it, Kim and Hoseok hot on my heels. I froze when my eyes landed on the center of the room.
"What? What is it?" A pair of women's trainers lay side by side in the exact center of the room. Dusty light came through the old windows illuminating the area.
"Well that's not creepy."
The second I took a step forward my phone rang once again, breaking the heavy silence. Gingerly, I pulled out the device and put it on speaker. "Hello." I said quietly still examining the shoes from afar.
Heavy,shaky breathing filled the room before a women's voice spoke. "H-hello...s-se-sexy..." In my peripherals I saw Hoseok move to my right near the wall.
"Who is this-"
"I....s-sent you a...li-little p-puzzle.....Just to say...h-hi."
"Whose talking? Why are you crying?"
Kim's eyes moved between me and the shoes. My mind was reeling with the new information being shown to me.
"I'm n-not crying...I'm t-typing...and this stupid...b-bitch is reading my w-words."
My feet moved forward towards the shoes to examine them. "Careful!" Kim said. "This sounds like a power play. The guy could be a bomber."
Handing Hoseok the phone I crouched lightly on the floor, putting the pieces together.
"14...hours to solve m-my puzzle,...Y/n.....or I will b-be ve-very naughty."
More crying could be heard on the line. I turned to my right to see Hoseok with his eyes closed and head against the wall, a strained expression on his face.
"Time starts now..."
The line went dead and silence filled the room. Hoseok opened his eyes only to flinch as I lifted the shoes from the floor. "I know these shoes...."
"You have the department's full support. Anything you need."
"Oh, Yoongi will be happy about that."
Hoseok chuckled and slipped my phone in my pocket as I turned to him.
"Come on, Hoseok. I'm sure Tae is at the lab. We've got a puzzle to solve."
"I'm sure Taehyung will be very happy to see you." Every inch of Hoseok's voice was dripping with jealousy. Something I rather enjoyed hearing.
Five hours had passed as I studied the shoes. Taehyung was more than happy to let us use the morgue's lab once again. Hoseok idly chatted with me as I worked, something I had grown accustomed to but did not so much to say enjoy. The short silence was broken once again by my cell.
"Pass me my phone?" My eyes never left the microscope as I spoke to him.
"Where is it?"
"Pocket."
With a sigh, Hoseok got up and reach into my back pocket.
"Careful there, Hobi." A smirk played on my lips as I turned to him behind me. That small knowing smile creeped onto his face. He knew something the rest of the world didn't. I had quite the soft spot for him. In more ways than one.
As he opened my phone I turned to the computer screen to analyze the new results. "Text from your brother."
"Delete it. It's not important."
"He seems to think so. Something about national security codes."
"Codes are already out of the country by now. Nothing I can do about it. Besides he pretty much is the South Korean government he can fix it like a big boy. All by himself."
Hoseok tossed my phone beside me on the table and walked back to his seat on my right.
"Besides....someone else is being way more fun."
The computer finished just as the door opened to reveal Taehyung with starry eyes aimed towards me. "Any luck?" "Yes, finally." A warm body followed behind him shortly after.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Hyun- Hi! Oh my God! No come in."
The woman came over slowly to stand next to Tae, but I paid her no mind, continuing with my work.
"Hyunah, this Y/n L/n. And her.....Juny Hoseok." My partner politely shook hands with her but I could feel her stare on my back, though I ignored it.
"Hi...So....you're Y/n L/n. Taehyung has told me all about you." Her voice had a sultry tone to it.
"Yes, dear Tae has a tendency to do that."
"Are you working on one of your cases? I'm such a fan." She moved near Hoseok to try and peek at the screen. "Hyunah works in IT upstairs. That's how we met. Office romance!" My eyes scanned her over picking up every detail about her.
"Gay."
"Sorry what?" Tae said shocked.
"Nothing sorry. Hey."
Cast a nod towards her, she smiled and dropped a metal pan that rest on the edge of the table.
"Oh sorry! Oh my god!" She bent down to pick it up revealing the bright red skivy up her skirt, causing Hoseok to look away.
"I should be going." She placed the pan back on the table and bade a quick farewell to Tae with a kiss on the cheek before exiting.
"Gay? We're together."
"And domestic life must suit you Taehyung. You've put on three pounds."
"It's not three! Maybe two and a half!"
"Three."
"She's not gay! She's n- Y/n why do you have to spoil-"
"With that hair color?"
Hoseok scoffed beside me. "What because she died her hair orange. I've died my hair before." "No, love you've bleached your hair. There's a difference."
"She isn't gay."
"You failed to notice those tired clubbers eyes, the quite prominent pride themed tattoo on inside of her forearm, and obviously the short nails. Most women don't really like that you know feeling."
"Short nails?"
"Also the extremely suggestive fact that she slipped me her number before leaving."
Pulling the sticky note from under the pan Hyunah knocked over I handed it to Taehyung before looking back at the microscope.
"Call me xoxo. She quite straight to the point. I'd say you'd better break it off now and save yourself the pain, Tae."
With a glare mixed with hurt Taehyung simply turned and left the room. "Charming. Well done, Y/n."
"Oh please. You are you jealous a girl has put more moves on me than you have."
Getting out of his chair Hoseok came to tower over me. "You know that's not my problem but yours." It was true. I liked fucking with him, but I was afraid to let my heart have precedence over my head.
Two and a half days later and two puzzles had been solved within the time limit. Now I was just waiting for something to happen. I sighed as I flexed my arm. Promising Hobi I'd quit smoking was maybe the hardest things I'd encountered.
"I've brought take out and vodka-what are you doing!?"
"Nicotine patch."
"Three of them?"
"It's a three patch problem."
He sighed and opened the bottle pouring himself a glass before downing all of it. "Why isn't he doing anything?" Hoseok collapsed onto my couch, his arm spread over the back behind my head and his other hand pulling my legs into his lap so we could both fit on the small couch.
"I don't know. I'm happy not to think about anything for a while."
"What's it like living in your head? It must be awfully boring."
"Not really, I have you to keep me on my toes."
See most people would recognize the consequences of hard liquor and sexual tension, but I honestly didn't care. So when the sky grew dark all other senses are heightened. Sound. Taste. Touch.
That seemed to be the favorite of the night touch. His hands felt secure on my body as the moved across it like paint on a canvas. My lips couldn't help but find pieces of raw skin waiting to be marked as Hoseok lay on top of me. The smell of smoke and alcohol filled the bedroom, leaving my mind a blur.
The feeling of Hoseok filled my entire body and was better than any alcohol or drug I had ever taken. I felt a lack of control and I loved it. Hoseok thrust into me at a deep and steady pace and his lips moved down to my chest and attaching themselves to my breast. My fingers pulled at his dark locks eliciting a deep melodical groan from Hoseok that fueled my need even more.
A heavy pounding on my door awakened me from a heavy sleep. Light was just beginning to break outside my window. Hoseok lay under me with an arm wrapped tightly around my stomach. Hoseok still stayed fast asleep so quietly I got out of bed and slipped on a pair of sweats and put my black bra back on. The pounding continued.
"ALRIGHT! I'M COMING!" I screamed before running to open the door. Opening the door I found Kim And Min Yoongi standing in the hall. "Yoongi."
"Y/n."
"Yoongi face the other way. You're putting me off."
"Nice sex hair."
"At least I can get off with fucking and not having to be an ignorant asswipe."
"Yoongi shut up. Y/n let us inside." I opened the door further and motioned for the two men to enter, but not without flipping off the idiot.
"Another one?" Kim nodded before responding. "Down by the docks. We got a call this morning. You have 12 hours. Sounded like an older woman this time. Aparently she's blind." I smiled, excited by the new development in our little game.
"Hobi, nice of you to join us. Sorry I left you darling." I turned hearing footsteps coming from the bedroom. Hoseok stood with messy hair in only a pair of sweats he kept at my place. "You're fine." He said with a small but sad smile.
Yoongi scoffed before turning to me, taking in both of our states. "I didn't realize a psychopath like you could have a soft spot for your little doctor."
"I'm not a psychopath, Yoongi. I'm a high-functioning sociopath, do your fucking research."
"Ladies, stop fighting. We've got a murder to solve."
After changing Hoseok and I followed the two officers in a taxi to the docks. A slight mist rained down on us as we arrived at the destination. Police tape bordered the area and several officers milled about a car parked near some shipping crates.
As we got closer, I could see blood dripping out of the driver's side door. My eyes searched the car over. "Car was hired yesterday by a Jeon Minhyuk. Looks like about a pint of blood." Kim said, crouching next to the open car.
"Not about. Exactly. Most likely planted here on purpose. Our victim-"
"Jeon Minhyuk."
"Yeah, whatever. Long story short. Abduction not murder."
My eyes caught the sight of a middle aged woman crying next to some officers. "Who's that?" Yoongi nodded towards her. "Jeon's wife. Got here just before you did."
I nodded and stuffed my hands in my pockets as I turned to Hoseok. "Let's go talk to her, darling."
I took a breath of cold air before approaching the crying woman. "Mrs.Jeon?" She turned and frowned at our presence. "Yes, look I've already spoken with the police-" "Yes, ma'am. We aren't police." Hoseok interrupted politely.
"Y/n L/n." I reached out to shake her hand with a broken look.
"A very good friend of your husband's. We-uh... we grew up together."Tears started to fall from my cheeks as I 'recalled' the memory.
"I'm sorry? Who are you?" She said shaking her head.
"This is my husband, Hoseok." He politely shook her hand while casting me a side glance.
"I-don't think he ever mentioned you."
"No-no. He must've- I just can't believe it. I was just with him the other day. Same old Minhyuk not a care in the world."
Her face changed dramatically. "I'm sorry, but my husband has been depressed for months. Who are you?"
"Strange that he hired a car?" I said looking back the car and wiping away some of the tears. "Why would he do that? But suspicious isn't it?"
"No it isn't! He forgot to renew the tax on the car that's all."
"Ah. That was Minhyuk. That was Minhyuk all over. Forgetting everything."
"No it wasn't!"
"Wasn't it? Interesting."
My face turned straight and I turned back to the car walking away. "Do you enjoy lying to people?" Hoseok asked with a smile. "People don't like to tell you things, but they love to contradict you." I couldn't help but smile at Hobi's laugh. "Did you notice?" I asked.
"What?"
"I referred to her husband in the past tense and she joined in. Bit premature. We've only found the car. She's in on it."
My eyes drifted to a sticker on the bumper. Janus Cars. "Hobi." Pointing to the sticker he crouched to inspect it. "Janus? The only Janus I know is the top headed Egyptian god."
"Well let's go see."
Five hours were down as we entered the office of Kim Hyojong, owner of Janus cars. "Yeah rented the car out to him yesterday." The man said as he scratched his arm. "Mazda Rx8 I believe. Wouldn't mind one myself." He smirked as he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt revealing an expensive watch.
"Is that one?" I pointed to a random picture on the wall as I walked around. When he turned I quickly inspected the back of his neck before turning around. "Uh... that's a jag. Not a car girl I see."
"Surely you can afford one, a Mazda I mean." Hoseok said, pulling the attention off of me for a moment as I inspected the man for a few more minutes.
"Have you got any change for the cigarette machine? I'm practically gasping." Hoseok shot me a glare as I held out a ten and watched as the man pulled out his wallet.
"No, sorry."
After thanking him the two of us walked out side by side. "If absolutely need to....here. I've got change."
"Don't need it, darling. Nicotine patches, remember?" I said pulling up my sleeve to reveal another two added on my arm. "Too expensive to smoke nowadays anyhow."
"So what was that all about?" He said pulling down my sleeve quickly. "Needed to see inside his wallet. Did you see? All foreign bills." My growing speech was interrupted by my phone ringing.
"Y/n L/n."
"The clue is in the name. Janus Cars."
An older female voice came through the phone. The blind lady. Yes almost forgot. Bomb and everything.
"Why are you giving me a hint?"
"Why does anyone do anything......I like to watch....you...dance...."
The line went dead. Hoseok looked to me with brows raised. "Phone Kim. Tell him to bring the car to the garage."
Eight hours in and I was sure. Kim and Hoseok stood with me in front of the car, waiting for my explanation.
"The blood was their first mistake. Exactly a pint. But it is definitely Jeon Minhyuk's, though frozen. There are traces. I had Tae run some tests. I think Minhyuk gave a pint of his blood a while ago and that it was Janus Car's spread on the seat."
"Janus Cars?"
"Yes, the clue is in the name."
"That God with two faces?" Namjoon asked.
"Exactly. Janus Cars offers a less than legal service to help you disappear from certain problems whatever they may be."
"So where is Jeon?" Kim questioned again.
"Brazil." I said closing the car door.
"What?"
"Kim Hyojong had a 20000 Brazilian peso note in his wallet as well as some change, the dick. Which means he had been abroad recently. When I asked him about the cars he turned and I saw an obvious tan line on his neck. Somewhere hot, but not for pleasure. No one wears a shirt on the fucking beach. Next his arm-"
"His arm?"
"Do stop interrupting. It's quite annoying and we have a bomb to stop. Yes his arm. He was scratching it and It was bleeding. Most likely because he had a booster jab. The therefore out Jeon Minhyuk is somewhere lying in a cabana in Brazil thanks to Janus Cars."
I pulled out my phone and posted the answer on my website like I had the past two times. "Y/n how long have you known?" "It was very simple. I knew the bomber had given us twelve hours so I finished this and was able to complete other things."
"Other things! That woman has been sitting there with a bomb strapped to her chest." Immediately my phone rang.
"Hello."
"Help me...." the woman cried out softly.
"Tell us where you are. Address."
"They were....so-....They're voice was-"
"No! Don't tell me anything about them!"
"They sounded...so soft-"
The sound of an explosion could be heard right before the line went dead. "Hello!" My shaking hand dropped the phone. I stood frozen in place. Hoseok took my face in his hands. "Y/n? Y/n, love? Look at me. What happened?" The words were stuck in my throat.
"It's-.....it's not fair. I answered! She started to describe him and she- Oh my god!" My fingers pulled at the roots of my hair and anxiety and panic started to kick in.
"Namjoon, there was an explosion go get a squad. I'll take care of her." Hoseok pried my hands away from my face where my nails where scratching at my hair and skin in panic.
"Y/n....I'm right here it's okay. Fuck!" My vision spun and it felt like nails were driving into my skull. Clutching my head I collapsed on the parking garage floor. "I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE! TAKE IT AWAY! TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed and pushed Hoseok's hands away as he tried to rip off all five of the nicotine patches, which certainly weren't helping the situation.
"I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE! THERE IS TOO MUCH UP HERE! There's no room for me." I clutched my head even tighter as tears spilled onto my cheeks. Hoseok tried to pull me towards him in Hope's of calming me down.
"I don't want this gift! I don't want it! There is no more room for me! It's too much stuff in my head! Hoseok, please make it go away!" I pounded on his chest and cried like a baby as he pulled me into his lap on the ground.
"I don't want to be smart anymore.......It's too much......I can't be responsible for all of this!"
The last thing I remember was passing out in Hoseok's arms.
I woke up again to darkness. Sitting up, my coat was hanging on the door and I had been put in a tshirt that wasn't mine. The clock on my beside table read two a.m. Hoseok lay next to me, sleeping soundly. I sighed and pulled open the drawer searching for a pack of cigarettes. After finding a singular one I walked to the door and pulled a flash drive out of my coat pocket.
Lighting the cigarette I walked into the living room and to my laptop. Quickly I posted something on my website and got dressed. As I walked towards the front door, my eyes got sight of the bedroom. Hoseok shifted in his sleep a little bit.
With a sigh I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note.
1067 Hangguk Ave.
Trust me.
Taping it on the door, I closed it and grabbed a taxi to take me downtown.
I entered the large ornate library in silence. My footsteps were the only sound that echoed throughout the three store building. Hundreds of book shelves lined the area, the only light was from the bright moon as it shone through the huge glass window in the back.
"I've brought you a little getting to know you present." I said my voice echoing off the rounded roof as I held up the flash drive.
"This is what it has all been for right? All your little puzzles. Making me dance....Just for this."
The sound of a door opening made me turn around. It took all of my power not to let the look of terror show on my face. A figure walked towards me through the dark. A figure I knew. My half brother.
"Seokjin?"
He wore a black winter trench coat and a straight expression. "Evening."
"This is a twist, isn't it Y/n? Bet you didn't see this coming." My hand lowered to my side as I tried to regain my composure.
"What...would you like me....to make him say.... next?"
Seokjin opened his coat to reveal several bombs strapped to his chest over his normal suit. A little red dot was also now trained on his chest. Frantically I searched for the shooter in the balconies.
"Humpty Dumpty....sat on a wall.....Humpty Dumpty.....had a......great...fall-"
"ENOUGH!" I screamed.
"He is one of the only....people you care about....isn't that right.......Y/n."
"Stop it."
"I can stop his heart.....if you like...."
Seokjin's face fell and he gulped at his own words. It was true. Seokjin had always looked out for me, even though I was a huge smartass. He never complained once about his ten year old sister being in junior year with him.
"Who are you?" Another door opened behind me and the sound of heels clicked across the floor.
"Gave you my number. Thought you might call."
Shadows drifted across her face as she came to stand in the moonlight. A playful smirk was drawn on her painted lips.
"Is that .45 Dan Wesson Specialist in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
Her voice was smooth like honey and dripped with confidence. “Both.” Keeping my face straight I pulled the gun out from my jacket. “Kim HyunA......Hi.” The woman stepped further into the light, revealing the rest of her sculpted face.
“Hyunah? Hyunah from the morgue? Huh. Did I really make such a fleeting impression on you? But then I suppose that was the point of the whole thing.” She stepped closer. Something about the way she spoke sent shivers down my spine. My grip on the gun grew tighter. My eyes flickered to my brother to see the red dot still there.
“Oh don’t be silly, love. Someone else is holding to gun. Don’t really like to get my hands dirty.” She circled to stand behind my brother, and evil smile on her lips. “All those puzzles; did you like them?” The look on her face told she wasn’t looking for an answer she was just toying with me.
“I’ve given you a glimpse, Y/n. Just the tiniest glimpse of what I have got going on in this big bad world. No one ever gets to me.” Her stare never left me as she whispered in Jin’s ear, chuckling as he shuddered.
“I did.” My fingers cocked the gun and kept it aimed towards her. She coolly moved to the right of my brother and towards me.
“You’ve come the closest. Now you’re in my way.”
“Aww thanks.”
“Didn’t mean it as a compliment, love.”
“Yes you did.”
“Yeah, okay I did.”
Her words left a playful ring in the air and often went up in tone giving me chills. There was a fire beneath her eyes. Something dangerous. Something deadly. “But, the flirting is over, Y/n. Mommy has had enough now!” Her painted nails played with my brothers jacket. The most subtle sign of dominance. She was in control of everything.
“I’ve cut loose all those people. All those problems-”
“People have died.”
“That’s what people DO!”
Her voice echoed off the cavernous walls making me realize how alone we truly were. A moment of eerie silence followed causing me to reach into my pocket pulling out a simple black flash drive. My brother visibly gulped when he saw them. “Y/n you wouldn’t. Those codes are top secret.”
“This is what you want yes?” She smirked and came over, plucking the drive from my hands. “Oooo. Missile codes.” She eyes the small object in her hands before meeting my gaze again.
“I could’ve got them anywhere.” With that she dropped the drive on the floor and crushed it with her heel. “Y/n, I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet but I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order if I wanted to at any second.”
She pulled a gun from under her blazer. “So take this as a friendly warning. Back off.” She brought up the weapon and clearly aimed it at me. “What if I was to shoot you now?” She gave a sing song laugh that rang throughout the room. “Well then you would be able to cherish the look of surprise on my face. Because, if you did, Y/n, I would truly be surprised. But, you wouldn’t be able to cherish it for long.” She loaded and cocked her own gun as well.
“As you might have figured out, I can’t very much leave you here after I leave, so......” With a shrug she pointed the gun back at me, a smirk on her face.
“Ciao, Y/n L/n-”
The sound of a gunshot sounded and I closed my eyes for the briefest moment and I felt blood splatter across my cheek. Opening my eyes, I saw HyunA lying on the ground. Dead. Turning around I saw a small hole in the window where the bullet must have come through. My eyes then looked towards the building across the street.
“Y/n?” My brother called out.
Rushing to him I hastily threw the coat as far away from us as possible. The both of us looked up at the sound of sirens and red and blue flashing lights coming from the front. Within seconds five policemen burst through the door and took us outside to waiting ambulances.
My feet dangled off the back of an ambulance as I sat there trying to get the EMT to take the stupid orange blanket off of me. Chief Kim interrupted the scene.
"Why do I need this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me."
"It's for shock."
"I'm not in shock. Nothing is shocking about a man getting shot." He scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"No sign of the shooter." Kim shook his head and looked to the building across the street. "Cleared off before we got here. We've got nothing to go on."
A single disapproving look from me shut him up. "I wouldn't say that." He nodded for me to continue with a smile. "The bullet the just dug from the bookcase is a handgun. A kill shot over that distance with that type of weapon is a crack shot we're looking for. Not just a marksman; a fighter. Hands wouldn't have shaken which means they're acclimatized to violence. They didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, so one would infer they have great moral principle."
My eyes wandered as I spoke, trying to recall every detail I could gather about the shooting.
"You are most likely look for a male with a history of military service, nerves of steel, who-......." My eyes landed on Hoseok who was standing by one of the police cars simply watching all that was going around him and my words sort of trailed off. He turned and smiled innocently at me, shaking me from my trance. "Actually you know what. Ignore me."
"Sorry?"
"Ignore everything I just said. It's uh-it's just the uh-shock talking. Yeah sure."
"Where are you going? I've still got questions!"
"Oh what now! I'm in shock! Look I've got a blanket and everything!"
Kim called out to me as I walked away towards Hoseok who smiled as I came closer. "What's with the blanket?" "It's for shock. Please take the fucking thing away from me." He laughed as I shoved it into his arms. We walked side by side to the nearest main street to catch a taxi.
"Nice shot by the way."
"Yes, must have been."
"You would know."
He looked at his feet, a smile creeping onto his cheeks. "Thank you, Hoseok." My hand reached over for his and quickly latched onto his fingers. "You were very dumb to leave alone."
"Yes, but I knew you'd follow me."
"How on earth did you deduce that?"
"You love me."
He smiled down at me, the tips of his ears turning pink. "A very good deduction." His hand came up to my cheek and stroked the skin their lovingly. "I'm impatient kiss me already." He laughed and lent down to place a kiss on my lips.
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messy love | how they met
requested by @turtle-street ! i just didnt wanna give this long ass answer in the ask box so im doin it here uwu :
jungkook - y/n met jungkook when they were in college; she was in the year above him and already friends with jimin, and he just happened to take the seat next to jimin in his first class. he and jimin hit it off almost immediately, joking around for most of lecture and walking out together once the class was over. jimin had forgotten he was supposed to meet y/n after class because she told him she would buy him coffee to celebrate his first day of college. it didnt take jungkook a long time to fall for her tbh- actually it took the span of her introducing herself and claiming that she would buy him coffee too just because she wanted to. from that point on whenever he would see her - in the library, in a coffee shop, on the quad, etc - he would run up to her with a huge smile on his face and walk her to wherever she was going, even if he was late for something. and every time she would find him about to do something like skip class or ignore his basic human needs like food and sleep during exam season, she would scold him until he agreed to be better and then she would treat him to food and call him a cutie because she felt bad about yelling at such a good bean. this girl definitely started falling for him about a year after they met, on their one year friend-versary to be exact, when he showed up at her door with gifts and a big smile and a confession of how happy he was to have sat next to jimin that day because she was the one person on campus he felt completely comfortable around and that he was really grateful to have her in his life. that confession, man- that shit got her.
tae - y/n met tae at a party actually! in her second year of college, she decided she was gonna try going out and having fun more, so she went to a party with jin and had a damn blast. but when she got there she lost the older boy pretty early on and was forced to just wander around with an empty red solo cup in her hand trying to find a good place to park herself and stay for the night. eventually she found a little corner where she could see everything and look for jin, but she had no idea that she was standing next to the guy she would later end up dancing the night away with. tae was a first year, and while he’s not a shy person, it was his first college party and he was kinda just lingering and trying to find the right vibe. he was also holding an empty cup, something that he was really embarrassed to show anyone, but he just wanted to fit in for the night. at one point y/n glanced over at tae, but he was already looking at her. he swears he had only been looking for a second, but y/n always jokes that he was staring for like ten minutes before he finally got his attention. what actually happened is that tae noticed her because she had come to stand next to him and, upon a quick glance and then a double take, he realized her cup was just as dry as his. so he spent like five minutes trying to find something to say to her that wasn’t completely lame, but she caught him staring in the process. somewhere along the line they started talking quietly and realized that they had the exact same sense of humor. they also realized that they had some mutual friends - tae had gone to high school with namjoon and hobi, and he had actually come to the party with them but lost them at some point. y/n doesn’t remember when she started falling for him, but his chaotic nature and sense of humor played a huge part in making her feel as excited as she did whenever he was in the room, and- well. tae had already fallen for her when he saw her empty cup at that party.
jimin - y/n remembers the day she met jimin with such clarity that sometimes she thinks she’s still in high school. by the time jimin started his freshman year, y/n was already friends with yoongi and jin, and she felt pretty secure in all her friend groups. she really didn’t think she would have anything in common with the people in the year below her, but jimin showed up in her life like a whirlwind mixture of cute and crazy, and it still blows her mind that her little ball of squish is the same guy that tripped over his own shoelaces in the hallway and fell to the ground right by her feet all those years ago. her little sweet prince is the same guy who hit the ground like a rock and then proceeded to hide his embarrassment by staring up at her from the floor and awkwardly choking out the words“haha,,, looks like i’ve fallen for you,,, haha,,,” . to this day, whenever yoongi or jin wants to tease jimin, all they have to do is whisper those words and he’s immediately whining for them to leave him alone. jimin was a little uncomfortable to be around in those days, kind of shy and kind of painfully awkward, but after a few weeks of hanging out with y/n and the older boys, his inner squish revealed itself and she was just absolutely hooked on him after that, always gushing about how adorable and cute he was when he wasn’t around.
namjoon - y/n met namjoon during her college orientation- he was that dorky kid sitting at the front who had collected all the pamphlets he could find and was sorting through them slowly because he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do with his free time. y/n was actually late to that orientation meeting, so the only seat left was the one next to him all the way at the front. she felt so humiliated when she sat down that namjoon took one glance at her and just passed her some pamphlets so that she wouldn’t look so unprepared . when the meeting was over and she was giving the pamphlets back to him awkwardly, he just smiled sweetly and asked her for her name. they found out after a few minutes of talking that they had a class together, at which point he insisted that she meet his best friend hoseok since he was also taking the class. that was how the three of them became so close - and it was during exam season that he realized he was beginning to fall for her. it was one of those nights before their midterm where they were sitting in her dorm room until like 5 am just studying their asses off, but at some point in the middle of the night they all started acting like a bunch of crackheads and namjoon found himself laughing so hard that he couldnt believe someone as perfect as her existed. y/n fell for him not that long after - during the exam to be exact. she was so sleep deprived that she just found herself staring off into space for part of the exam, but she was actually just staring at the side of namjoon’s face for those ten minutes. at some point her sleep-deprived brain just registered how attractive he was, especially when he was concentrating this hard, and she was absolutely whipped for him after that exam [which she failed, btw, but thats fine].
hoseok - as namjoon’s childhood best friend, he was automatically dragged into whatever namjoon was up to at any point in time, and that included skipping lunch to meet namjoon outside of his orientation meeting for what sounded like something urgent. when he got there and realized namjoon just wanted to introduce him to a girl, however, he couldnt help that he tried to strangle joon for making him miss lunch. he almost missed the way y/n laughed at his threats and offered to pay for his lunch to make it up to him. “we have a class together now,, i cant have you hating me already”, she had said with a smile, and hoseok couldnt help the way he relaxed almost immediately, smiling back at her sweetly and saying that he couldn’t hate her. he didnt realize how true that statement would become as he found himself falling for her more and more every day, saving her a seat in lecture and holding her head up for her when she fell asleep in the middle of class. their days were spent bickering about the most random shit and trying to distract namjoon during class, and their nights were spent sending each other memes and making lunch plans for the next day. there was only one day in their whole time in college that they were unable to hang out as a full set of three - the day toward the end of their first year that joon caught a stomach bug and was confined to his room all day. that was the only day she and hoseok spent alone, and it became a late night sleepover filled with life talks, drinking games, and disney movies. at some point hoseok started drunkenly rambling about how much he loved her and namjoon, and how he was so glad to have turned his duo into a trio, and that he would never let her go. y/n almost kissed him that night, but she restrained herself.
yoongi - oh, y/n fell for this bitch on s i g h t. he and jin had met in their freshman year of high school, and as the saying goes, opposites attract. where jin was loud, cheerful, and popular, yoongi was quiet, awkward, and preferred to be left alone. he was really nice, but he just didnt see the need to show people that. so he just stayed out of everyone’s way and let jin do his thing. and that’s why y/n was so confused by yoongi when she first met him. she was just barely getting to really know jin, but his friendship with yoongi always confused her. she had to admit, though, that the first time she met him, she could already see that he was really kind and just quiet, and she couldn’t help that she thought he was the most beautiful human she’d ever seen as soon as she laid eyes on him. she found herself following him places and bothering him all day, even when jin wasn’t around. but yoongi never complained. even with jin he complained sometimes, claiming that the guy was too happy to be human - but with y/n he never complained, just letting her follow him and poke at him constantly. yoongi always had a soft spot for y/n, as much as he claimed he didnt, but it wasn’t until about the end of his first year of college that he actually realized he had fallen for her. she had just received her college acceptance letter - to the same school as him and jin - and, to his surprise, she had called him instead of jin [something that jin still complains about to this day]. hearing her on the phone, sounding so excited and bright, after he had had a stressful and draining day - it was enough to make him smile and feel warm inside. it was then that he realized just how much he had come to love her voice and her personality, and it drove him insane every day after that.
jin - y/n and jin have actually known each other the longest out of any of them; they met in elementary school. jin was that cute older boy who everyone liked and wanted to be friends with, and y/n was that crackhead younger girl who just wanted to run around with her friends and have fun. they were always kind of aware of each other, you know how you sort of know everyone you go to school with at that age but you never talk? they were like that. and then he left for high school and she forgot about him and that should have been the end of that - until she ended up at the same high school as him a couple years later and they made eye contact again on her first day. by then jin was growing into the kind of boy that did whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. so he did what he always kinda wanted to do and approached her- he asked her what her name was and if she needed help getting around. that’s how they actually became friends, but y/n swears they were always lowkey kinda friends because she’s a nutcase, and jin just lets her say that because he lowkey thinks the same thing. and there’s no telling when they started to fall for each other, it was always kinda there with them- an attraction like the strongest of magnets
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b i t t e r ⬴ ʇ ǝ ǝ ʍ s // chapter four
➴pairing – jimin x reader – taehyung x reader – [ft. namjoon]
➴genre – fluff // angst
➴theme – college!au // jimin!barista // taehyung!artist
You developed a little crush on the barista at your local coffee shop, Jimin. While you start going to the cafe regularly, thinking it as harmless and innocent, you don’t realize that your interest in him will catch the attention of Taehyung, the most-liked boy in school. As the two of them stir up an almost espresso-and-milk-kind-of element to your school life and study load, you find yourself involved in a more complicated situation than you were prepared for.
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You stared out the window, chin resting on your hand. How would Jimin and Taehyung know each other? Let alone, how could they be friends?
Just the thought almost made your stomach churn again. Like you had swallowed something bitter. They just don’t seem like two people whose worlds would ever overlap.. you contemplated.
Strangely, unknowingly, you had never been at the coffee shop at the right times, in which Taehyung would frequently visit Jimin, keeping him company by checking in on him, or just hanging in the cafe to study or do homework. Even though the two were roommates and Tae saw Jimin basically every day.
I’m here to support my friend, Taehyung would always make as an excuse, jokingly, I have to show that you’re brining in customers. That the business is profiting just by having you as their employee. Of course I’m not the only one coming in for Park Jimin, but I’m here to represent your case.
Nevertheless, you couldn’t imagine such a thing. Even though you didn’t really know Taehyung that well. But you did know of him, for sure. The whole school did, you had to admit.
Very abruptly breaking your daze, Namjoon popped himself right in your field of view, in the chair on the other side of the table. You could only look at him startled, delayed enough that Namjoon picked right up on it. “Daydreaming?” He gently accused. Without waiting for you to respond, “You didn’t get anything for me?” He paused, confusedly, “Or for yourself, I see…?”
“Wait- how’d you- when-” After stuttering for a few moments, you gave up.
“Oh come on, Y/N. You’re always here. If I really need to find you, I don’t have to try that hard. Besides, considering the way you were acting last night, and the fact that you haven’t been responding to my texts, I knew you’d be here.” He informed you matter-of-factly. “But you usually do have coffee on you at all times.”
Before you had a chance to deny any of it or offer a salty retort, Jimin had quietly approached your table. He placed a beautifully layered cappuccino in front of you, the cream and espresso and foam forming three distinct layers, topped with caramel drizzle- and you had to stop your brief gawking to smile, bubbles forming in your chest. The caramel was in the shape of a smiley face—childish but not cringy, coming from Jimin.
Jimin just laughed, a little embarrassed, and left rather quickly. But not before you saw him quickly catch a glimpse of Namjoon.
You didn’t even have time to process, and Joon teased, “I also know that it doesn’t hurt when barista boy is here.” He wiggled his eyebrows a little, shamelessly giving you a knowing look. “Is that him?” He took a moment, glaring at Jimin intensely. “Wait!” You could tell he was becoming more and more intrigued, “Wasn’t he there last night? At Club Avenue? Is that why-”
Before Joon could finish his sentence, and he started picking out the clues and hounding you with questions, slightly embarrassed and slightly annoyed, you tried diverting the conversation, “Barista boy has a name.”
Namjoon just raised his eyebrows, anticipating.
You whispered, exasperated, “Jimin.” You just leaned back in your chair, arms crossed. As soon as you felt your cheeks warming, you turned your head to look back out at the window, avoiding any obligation to continue the conversation.
Namjoon also leaned back, smirking in amusement. He didn’t bask too long in the moment, though he would have if his eyes hadn’t caught the scribbles on the napkin Jimin had left with your coffee.
Hope this helps you start off your new day :)
You caught Namjoon in the act, and you followed his line of vision. You picked up the napkin, dumbfounded, and brought it closer to your face. A bit too enthusiastic and confused, you exclaimed, “Huh?” Much more quietly, you tried to contain the mix of excitement and fluster that was melting your heart. When you realized what it said, and who wrote it, you brought it to your chest to conceal it, as if it would erase the memory from Namjoon’s mind.
After your sudden burst of elation faded, the realization brought you back to reality almost immediately. Now every other emotion was overburdened by your recurring feeling of embarrassment. Whether Joon had been there or not, your face wouldn’t have been an any lighter shade of red.
“A love note?” He teased, mocking your look of swoon, or at least his interpretation of it.
“Yah! Hajima, stop that.” But this time, you didn’t hide the shy smile that started to give itself away, or the giddiness glowing all over your face, or your bubbles of light laughter.
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Jimin nervously bit his lower lip. Why am I so nervous about one little note?
Before he could see you discover what he had shyly tried to hide under your plate and cup, Jimin had sprinted and hid, excusing himself to wash a few dishes in the back and “check inventory.” He had stayed there for about the past ten minutes, driving himself crazy with over-thinking everything.
He ran his hand through his hair, deep in contemplation, eyebrows furrowed, and then suddenly let out an exasperated scream “Ahhhh- wae! Why’d I do that?”
After a moment or two for him to calm himself down, one of his coworkers peaked his head in the back, “Um.. Is everything okay back here?”
Jimin scrambled to make himself look busy, “Ah- everything’s fine-” his slight panic, mixed with a sudden clumsiness, had him knocking over a box from the shelf. “Oh!” He quickly recovered it, laughing nervously in the process, looking back at his coworker. “I’ll be out right away!”
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You could still feel your face burning. You could feel the pink on your face. I know this doesn’t mean anything. But.. it’s still really nice. He actually noticed you, and you could feel the sweetness in the coffee he made you. You didn’t know why this mattered so much to you but—it meant you had made at least a small connection, and Jimin must have acknowledged that too.
After a few more minutes spent deep in thought, you turned back to Joon, more seriously. “Hey.. Joon..” You approached him with your words hesitantly, eyes shifting to look at the napkin your fingers were absentmindedly folding.
There was something at your core. It was bothering you, but you couldn’t give it a name. It was bothering you so much, that the barista boy’s kind gesture made you feel even more anxious.
“Eo, wae? Museun il-iya? Hmm, what is it?” Even though he seemed relaxed, Joon was wavering just a bit inside, anxious as to why you had been extra stressed and somewhat distant this past semester. Usually the both of you would relieve the others’ stress, watching movies together and laughing about stupid things, taking late night walks to get a break from never-ending term papers, anything to help each other put on those we don’t care that we’re failing classes even though they kinda mean everything right now or we don’t know what we’re gonna do after we graduate but we’re just here to live life one day at a time attitudes, to brave it all as the others’ partner-in-crime through life. But you wouldn’t let him in as openly as you had before, when you used to talk about everything.
When you had gathered yourself again, you quickly scanned your surroundings, noticing students from your school. Though they were wrapped up in their own worlds and own concerns, something like paranoia squeezed at your chest.
You looked Joon in the eyes, “Do you wanna go, like, to the library.. or something?”
He didn’t even question the fact that it was already winter break, and that there wasn’t really a reason to be there. He knew you needed the quiet and to be lost in a maze of bookshelves, and a friend to keep you more company than the books could offer.
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You weren’t doing anything for winter break. And you didn’t want to stay in your dorm room to feel yourself slowly going insane, or bathing in self-loathe—over how lame it was to not be spending your vacation with family or friends. So, you decided the most productive thing you could do was work on finding a job. You couldn’t afford the time or the finances to take a break.
You were FaceTiming Joon, because—heck—going from seeing him everyday to not at all made you feel lonely, and, you admitted, you missed him (just a little).
“Yeah! So you know that one bookstore—the one on the corner by you and Hobi’s apartment?”
“You mean the one that I’ve been going to since freshman year.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded your head enthusiastically, wanting to continue with your announcement. “Well I-”
“You mean the one-” he interrupted, “that you were so excited to find last semester. The one we pass like all the time to go to 7/11. And you felt so proud to discover for the first time.” He started laughing, but he kept going, as he could see your face falling into a scowl. “And you were all like ‘Joon-ie! I discovered the best place to study, you won’t believe it.’ And you kept going on, ‘They have new books, like really crisp and fresh. But then they also have like classic used ones- like you know the ones with that old book smell and-’”
He was having way too much fun imitating you.
“Hey!” You interrupted, half-heartedly trying to defend yourself, “..I never call you.. Joonie.”
But he wasn’t listening to you, still cackling over the memory as it resurfaced in his memory, “‘It’s just so cute.’” He mimicked you. And at this point all you could do was fume at his fun-making in silence. “And then you were so upset at me, when I wasn’t excited to hear about something I had already found like months ago. And you were mad at me for not sharing the place with you, but I had literally told you it was there, or mentioned it, when we passed by it. Like more than once, Y/N.”
Namjoon’s eyes scrunched up, and he put his hand over his eyes as he continued giggling.
The whole time you scoffed, or tried to interject, but you knew it was pointless. You secretly loved it, but on the outside you were as indifferent and annoyed as you could feign. “Okay, I get it. I’m totally oblivious.”
“Now-” You started again, determinedly, as if Namjoon had not just made you recount the mortifying moment. “As I was saying, I talked to the owner—you know the really cute haraboji—and he was happy to hire someone to help around the store.”
As Namjoon was still collecting himself, you frowned, waiting for him to start listening to you again. “Okay, okay, I’m listening. Yes, really cute grandpa. That’s definitely a perk.”
You continued, “Yeah, and you know how it’s really hard to get in the smaller spaces or maneuver around some of the piles of books.”
“Mhmmm.”
“Yeah, well.. I guess I can be somewhat useful..”
Namjoon laughed, this time in an endearing way, “Yeah. That’s great, Y/N.”
“And alsooooo,” you batted your lashes, “You’ll probably get to see more of me. Since I’ll be so close.”
He pretended to be confused, waiting for more information.
“Okay, well, is that not interesting enough for you?”
“It’s great, I’m just thinking about how to keep you from coming over and eating all my snacks.”
You tried to hit him through the screen and he laughed. And then you just started laughing, only half-attempting to pretend to be mad, “Well fine then. I guess I’ll just come over to see Hobi.”
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A week’s worth of winter break had already passed, and you had settled into a comfortable routine: waking up late—or what was late for not having 8AM classes—working the afternoon shift, and hanging at the coffee shop in the evenings—even though a certain barista hadn’t been there—and alternating between reading and writing.
And you’d usually make up an excuse to call Namjoon everyday, usually at the same time. Eventually he caught on, and even called you when you didn’t stick to your normal pattern. “Did something happen to you? You usually call by now. I have to make sure you’re not dead. It’s not like you have a next door neighbor or something to check on you.”
But, lately, you had been busy writing about a main character who was an artist, and so you had spent what free time you had reading about different methods of art and famous art pieces. Luckily, you worked in the perfect place to find resources with that kind of information.
You would admit it, that you took advantage your position a little. But in all honestly, the store haraboji didn’t mind at all. You knew he had already caught you a couple of times perusing some of the aisles when it was slow.
You walked back to one of the far corners of the store to return one of the painting books you had been scanning. But, along with your feet, your heart stopped dead in their tracks. You were paralyzed. “Kim T-T-Taehyung,” you whispered to yourself, in partial stun and partial fear.
He was standing, head down and eyes intensely attentive to the page he was studying. His fingers, long and slender, moved along the text of the page, and his eyes followed. Like his features, the movement was precise and delicate. As you unknowingly concentrated on him, the ends of his hair brushing against his eyelashes, his lips relaxed and slightly parted, totally enveloped by what he was reading—your heart started racing in a different way. Not out of fear. Something about his presence, when you took a moment to take it in, was relaxing. No wonder people found him pleasant.. pleasant to talk to, pleasant to look at..
“Um, excuse me-” You jumped a little, squeaking at the brisk voice slicing through your reverie.
When you turned around, you saw another very familiar face. Lee Mina. She had been in one of your classes last year. She was the same year as you. Before you could recoil from the nasty memories she brought back, she asked, “Could you put this back?” As she shoved it in your hands, she looked you up and down and then commented, displeased, “I don’t want it anymore.”
You scowled, mouth half-open about respond to her rude remark, but she walked right past you, “Oh- Taehyung-oppa.”
You just cringed. For more than one reason, but mostly because of how fake Mina’s surprised act was, and how her voice suddenly became a pitch or two higher.
You couldn’t resist, to turn your head and watch Taehyung’s reaction. And for the first time in a year, you and Taehyung made eye contact.
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A/N: so the question is--did tae go to the bookshop intentionally, or was it just “fate”? ;))
i was actually planning on posting this at the end of summer, but things got really crazy. I was actually studying abroad in Korea this past semester--it was amazing~~ If you’re still here--whether you’re coming back for more, or if you’ve just stumbled upon this little guy--thank you for reading!! this is my precious bb, because i actually have a lot of plans, ideas for plot direction. and some later content already prepared, ayeeee. but it has been a bit neglected, ahhh ㅠㅠ
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BTS (OT7) - S/O Surprising Them During a Run Episode
SEOKJIN: Per the usual, Jin was in the midst of scolding the others when you arrived. It had been nearly six months since you two had seen each other, what with his touring schedule and your frequent visits back in your home country, and it was taking a visible toll on the gorgeous idol. The perky, upbeat, punny Jin had turned into a shell of his former self; he was quick to anger, bitter, and extremely hard on himself and the other boys.
Neither them nor you were happy about this new side of Jin. Even through the phone, you could sense how different he was; how his answers were short and curt, how he sighed every few minutes. The boys, for their part, were extremely fed up with their hyung’s new attitude, and had no reservations when it came to telling him off.
By the time your schedules finally lined up, it was hard for you to remember the normal, happy-go-lucky Seokjin you’d said goodbye to before you left. It was the longest you two had been apart in the three years you’d been dating, and though you knew it wouldn’t be easy, you certainly didn’t think it would affect him like this.
With a little help from the boys, you decided to surprise him, hoping an early reunion may lift his spirits. As far as he knew, you were staying in your home country indefinitely, as your brother got sick and needed you to take care of him; what he didn’t know was that your brother had recovered, and you were on the next flight back to Seoul.
Jin was pacing back and forth in front of the others, going on and on about how they had messed up the shoot for the new “Run” episode, complaining about the pranks he used to love, yelling at the people he cared about the most. The boys were on the brink of exploding, and you have no doubt that they would have, had they not seen you approaching. Your legs carried you almost without effort, and you found yourself breaking out into a full on sprint toward your boyfriend.
You collided with him so hard you were both knocked to the ground. He groaned and glared at you, getting ready to tell you off before he realized who you were; when he did, he began to tear up. “Y/N?” He asked in disbelief. You chuckled and nodded, leaning down to press your lips against his own. It wasn’t the kind of hot, passionate kiss the others were expecting, though you were sure that would come later. This kiss was soft and gentle, a delicate reminder that you were here, you were together, and he could be happy again.
“Surprise.”
YOONGI: Lil’ Meow Meow was - surprise, surprise - sleeping. He and the others had just finished filming the first part of the newest “Run” episode, and to say that he was exhausted would be an understatement. He’d been practicing nonstop for four days, so much so that he was sure his legs would give out the next time he stood up; Namjoon practically had to carry him out of the house just to get him to the filming location.
It was a fairly tame episode, by their standards: the boys were to divide into teams and compete against one another in a game of baseball. Simple, right? Well, normally, but for Yoongi, it was all but impossible. He was so tired that he fell asleep while he was supposed to be pitching, and got hit in the head with the bat while he wasn’t paying attention; needless to say, the injury didn’t help his mood.
What also didn’t help his mood was the fact that he hadn’t seen you in over a week, and he was pretty sure he was going through withdrawals. You were in the midst of your midterms, and while he understood that you had to study, seeing you lock yourself up in your apartment for a week didn’t do wonders for his general disposition. He couldn’t sleep properly without you - which, for Yoongi, is saying quite a lot - and he missed your beautiful face and sarcastic humor.
By the time their lunch break rolled around, he was fit to drop, and used the time to retreat to the nearest dugout, falling into a heap of dust on the floor and closing his eyes. The others didn’t even bother trying to wake him up; they knew he was in a sour mood, and quite frankly didn’t feel like poking the bear.
He was so conked out that he didn’t even hear you come in. Your exams, thankfully, were over, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the next few days with your boyfriend and his friends. Taehyung told you earlier that they would be filming at the field, and you rushed over, so eager to be with Yoongi it hurt.
The sight of him passed out on the floor was not unexpected, but still a bit comical. His limbs were stretched out all over the place, and his mouth was hanging open, the tiniest bit of drool escaping. You chuckled and walked up to him, crouching down to further inspect him. It was then that he heard noise, and began swatting at nothing.
“Damn it, Hobi, go away,” he insisted, eyes still closed. You chuckled and leaned in toward his ear. “Hate to disappoint, but I’m not Hobi,” you said. Never the one for big grand gestures, he merely smiles and, eyes still closed, reaches forward and pulls you to the ground with him. You don’t have it in you to protest as he wraps an arm around your waist and snuggles into your chest.
“Sleep now, talk later.”
HOSEOK: Hobi was, for lack of better words, driving himself absolutely crazy. With the newest BTS album on the horizon, he had gone into overdrive, practicing in the studio day and night. You lived together, yet you hardly ever saw each other; in the past two weeks, the only words you’d exchanged were “I’ll see you later” and “I love you.”
You were well used to your boyfriend’s perfectionism when it came to his career, his dancing in particular, but it never stopped bothering you. Watching the love of your life work himself to the bone, often coming home exhausted and on the brink of collapse, was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. It hurt more knowing there was virtually nothing you could do to stop it; he would just have to wear himself out, and you would be waiting with open arms to catch him when he fell.
Still, just because you were used to, that didn’t mean you had to like it. If there was anything you could do to lift his spirits even a little, you would do it in a heartbeat; this thought in mind, and with the help of the boys, you’d planned a little surprise for him during the next “Run” episode.
The latest episode saw them journeying to Busan, where they were going to try exotic foods from all over the world. Knowing how much Hobi loves adventure and trying new things, you called ahead to the restaurant, letting them know of your plan.
When they arrived, they were confused as to why you were there; delighted, of course, but still confused. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Hoseok asked, habitually wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Oh, I just figured I’d sit in on the shoot. It’s always fun watching you guys film,” you say; while you wholeheartedly agree with your words, you are lying through your teeth. You tug on his hand wordlessly and pull him inside, where the lights all been turned off.
Before he has time to react, the lights are flicked on, and a horde of young fans are revealed, all smiling and waving in their BTS shirts. He is floored, jaw practically on the ground as he stares at them. You wiggle your eyebrow, and the fans begin chanting. “We love you, Hobi! We love you, Hobi!”
One by one, they all come up for pictures and short conversations, being sure to thank you for the invitation on the way out. After the final fan leaves, you are lifted into a bear hug by Hobi, who is smiling so wide you’re afraid his cheeks may break.
“I love you so much.”
NAMJOON: It had been two months since the last time you saw Namjoon.
Two. Months.
How you had survived was beyond you.
“Love Yourself: Answer” had just been released, and the boys dove headfirst into their extensive tour around the globe. They were all so excited, and it warmed your heart to see them so happy; though, you’ll admit, it did pain you to see your boyfriend go.
There was, thankfully, a silver lining to the situation, in that the two of you would be crossing paths in America. He, of course, would be there for the tour, while you were there to visit your family. The two of you had stayed up for hours planning out your trip through America together, laughing and giggling at the prospect of all the trouble you could get into.
Originally, the plan had been to meet up in Chicago, then continue on with the rest of the tour; you, however, had different plans. Knowing how much he hated flying internationally, you decided to surprise him, booking an early ticket in order to arrive just hours before he did.
You were utterly exhausted when you arrived, but paid no mind to your fatigue, instead running to the nearest store to grab a posterboard and smoke Sharpies. A few passing faces gave you strange looks, but you paid no mind to them, instead focusing on the sign.
When the boys’ flight landed, you had positioned yourself perfectly, standing right outside their gate with a large “NAMJOON” sign. You could feel your excitement build as they strolled through the gate, obviously jet-lagged but still excited. The camera crew follows behind them; you immediately realize they must be filming a new “Run” episode, but you don’t falter.
Namjoon came out last, hauling the carry-on you’d bought for him with a tired smile. He looked around the airport with a fairly blank expression; that is, until his eyes fell on you.
As soon as he saw you, he dropped his bag and started running, tackling you so hard you nearly fell over; instead, you laughed gleefully and wrapped your arms around him. “I can’t believe you’re here!” He gushed, picking you up and holding you tight. You lean down to place a quick kiss on his lips, which he readily returns. “Of course I am,” you said, “I needed to cross off the airport scene from my rom-com bucket list.”
JIMIN: “Chimmy.” “Chimbo.” “Baby Boy.” Jimin has many names, but to you, he would forever be known as the eloquent “Squish.” There really isn’t much of a story behind the name; he had squishy cheeks, you were fond of squishing them, ergo, Squish. He didn’t mind the nickname, though he may pretend otherwise sometimes. In fact, you’re pretty sure he likes it, since his cheeks go rosy every time you say the word.
Lately, something was wrong with your Squish, and you weren’t happy about it. The endless parade of public appearances seemed to be getting the better of him. Their schedule was endless; interview, meet and greet, red carpet, another interview, so on and so on. Slowly but surely, he began to change.
Squish’s cheeks weren’t as squishy anymore. His stomach became unhealthily flat and thin, and his legs shrank to almost half their normal size. It broke your heart to see him this way, to think about the fact that Jimin - your beautiful, kind, talented, funny, absolutely amazing boyfriend - saw flaws in himself that simply weren’t there. It made you so angry, yet so sad, and all you wanted to do was hold him close to you.
He began dragging himself through the days, almost as if every step took a tremendous amount of effort. Small patches of grey began peeking out beneath his eyes, and you could see how he winced every time he danced. Watching him refuse to eat nearly killed you, as did the solemn looks he sent your way. You wanted to know what made him feel this way, and you wanted to know why, and you wanted to know now.
Still, for all your adversities, you knew confronting him head on would do nothing but upset him. As someone who had dealt with self-esteem issues yourself, you knew that someone calling you out on it would only make you feel worse. So, with a little help from a culinary wizard you knew (*cough* Jin *cough*), you set to work on lifting your boyfriend’s spirits.
The first phase of your plan began while they were shooting the newest episode of “Run.” You approach them in the park holding the biggest picnic basket anyone has ever seen; in fact, you’re quite certain that you’ve made enough food to feed twenty people - or Kook and Tae for five minutes. As soon as the boys see you, they drop what they’re doing and charge, taking the food you offer with grateful smiles.
Jimin follows closely behind them, though noticeably slower, and you can’t help but frown at how utterly tired he seems. Still, he forces a smile for you, placing a small kiss on your check once he reaches your side.
“Hey,” you greet. “Hey,” he returns, “what are you doing here?” You gesture toward the basket and smile. “I was around and figured we could all have lunch together,” you admit. His smile falters a bit, and his grip on your hand tightens. “Oh, I’m not really hungry,” he claims. You sigh and pull out a small sandwich, placing it delicately in his hand. “Just half,” you insist. He hesitates, but seeing your determined eyes, leans down and takes a bite.
You can’t help but feel instantly happier. While he nibbles at the sandwich, you wrap your arms around him, mumbling a fond “I love you, Squish.”
TAEHYUNG: His birthday was coming up, and you had absolutely no idea what to get him. Part of you is disappointed in yourself; you’ve been dating for years, how could you not know what to get him? The other part of you is completely lost, because seriously, the boy has everything he could ever want, and you have three dollars and a gift card to Yogurtland.
You wrack your brain for weeks trying to figure it out, nearly losing the remainder of your sanity along the way. The boys found it funnny (and, honestly, so did you) but this was serious. Tae was your boyfriend, your best friend, the love of your life, and the single most important day of his year is fast approaching - and you have absolutely no idea what to get him for it.
Countless ideas are written off in your brainstorming sessions. Editing software? No, Yoongi had that base covered. Video games? No, Jungkook would just steal them. Socks? Nice try, buddy. Not all of your ideas were bad, but none of them were perfect, and that’s what got under your skin - because Taehyung, to you, is absolutely perfect, and deserved nothing less than the best.
There are only two days left when the idea finallly hits you like a lighting bolt. As soon as it crosses your mind, you take out your phone and start pulling some strings, determined to make this the best gift anyone has ever given Taehyung.
His birthday party actually goes off without a hitch. Despite filming the occasion for a “Run” episode, it feels as natural as it always has. It is a surprise, of course - it’s always fun to see the look on his face when you and his fellow members pop out of the shadows. They all exchange gifts with him, most of them being gags, but a few actually spot on.
Of course, he gets to yours last. You are on the edge of your seat as he rips open the wrapping paper. When he finally sees what is hidden underneath, he pauses, his breath seemingly taken away. You immediately begin to freak out, thinking he hated it and hated you and that you’d ruined his birthday; that is, until he smiles wider than you’ve ever seen him before.
“Y/N, this is amazing,” he says in awe. “What is it?” Jimin asks. Still smiling, he turns the frame around, revealing a chibi-like drawing of you, him, and Yeontan. Everyone chuckles, aside from Tae, who is admiring it as if it is the most breathtaking piece of art he’s ever come across in his life.
Without warning, he gently sets the frame on the table and leans over to kiss you. “I love it. Thank you,” he says between kisses. Your smile only grows. “Happy birthday, Tae.”
JUNGKOOK: At first, it was a game.
Now, it is w a r.
It all began three weeks ago, just as you arrived home from work. The moment you stepped inside your apartment, you were hit square in the chest by a water balloon. Many more were to follow; the assailant, of course, was none other than Jungkook, who somehow managed to simultaneously hold the titles of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘arch-nemesis.’
You were quick in your retaliation. This time, he was the one to stumble through the doorway, swaying slightly in his inebriated state. As soon as he is in position, you pull on the string, effectively covering him head to toe in honey and feathers. Even in his drunken state, he is conscious enough to know that this is not just retaliation - it is a challenge, and he has accepted.
What started as the most innocent of pranks quickly erupted into an all out prank war. No one was safe, not even your friends, as they’d all been roped into your little game one way or another. Jungkook managed to wrangle Jimin, Hobi, and Namjoon into his little schemes, while you won over Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jin.
Each side - and their respective soldiers - were dedicated to the fight, eager to prove once and for all that their leader was the Lord of Pranks™️. From then on, no one was safe; whoopie cushions replaced couch cushions, hair dye had been poured into toothpaste bottles, bags of flour emptied into hairdryers. It was mayhem, and you loved every second of it.
As the war raged on, you realized that you’d have to pull out the big guns if you wanted to defeat your worth adversary. Those big guns came in the form of Taehyung, who presented you with the single greatest idea you’d ever heard. You and your soldiers immediately went about planning for this glorious event, laughing mischievously all the while.
Your victory came while the boys were filming their next episode of “Run.” You tagged along on the bus as they rode to wherever it was they were going, claiming you needed some experience for your film class. Even better for you, Jungkook fell asleep about halfway into the trip, leaving him completely defenseless.
Wordlessly, you and Taehyung grab the set of permanent markers you brought with you and begin doodling. Lame, you know, but it gets better. Once your drawings are done, you rig a string confetti launchers to the top of the bus. Laughing, you pull an air horn out of your bag, and turn to give one last smile to the boys before blaring it in your boyfriend’s ear.
He shoots up immediately, hitting his head on he roof just as you’d intended. The pressure immediately sets off the confetti launchers, scaring him so bad he falls back-first on to the floor. It is there that he looks up and sees the reflective surface of the bus’ roof, revealing his newly purple eyebrows, evil mustache, and devil horns. Before he has time to stare at himself any longer, you pop up in his face, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “I win!”
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A/N: holy shiT that was so much fun to write. Sorry if the quality isn’t great, I’ve been swamped with schoolwork, but I still wanted to get this written. Please let me know what you think! 😘
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Could u pls do some 2seok where Jin fattens hobi up so much that the poor baby gets stuck in a door or breaks a chair? N he doesn't know how to feel but jinnie comforts him n feeds him n gives him tummy rubs n jst luvs him :(( ♡
—ok so,,, mayhaps,,, i got a little carried away,,,and wrote,,, over 5k words???? IM SORYY I HAVE A THING FOR 2SEOK. I love this request too!! It’s my first time writting a prompt about a character breaking something (that isnt clothing) so i really hope i dont let you down with this one!!–
Seokjin had already adopted their entire life to fit Hoseok’s size. The large size chairs with no arms, changing a wooden bed for a double matress on the floor, wide doors, open spaces. Every measure to make the younger as cozy as possible in the comfort of their own home. But this week, Mrs and Mr. Jung had asked the couple if they could watch over the house as they went on a short vacation; cramped rooms, old chairs, childhood beds. To say Hoseok was frightened would be an understatement.
In his defence, he had every right to be anxious. There had been a drastic change on Hoseok’s frame, and his parents were too very slim individuals. He knew they had asked him and not sister just because she was on a short trip to Japan, he wasn’t the closest with his parents. They were judgmental enough when he was only chubby but now it had been a couple of months since his last visit, and anyone could say he was now properly obese. It wasn’t even an exaggeration at this point. His face had rounded out completely, and neck had disappeared entirely only to be replaced with a thick layer of fat. His chest had grown enough to be considered breasts, sagging down and resting on his enormous belly; which had grown enough to get in Hoseok’s way of normal everyday basics: he had a hard time putting on shoes, most times opting for sandals, put on pants, or well, joggers with extreme difficulty, he couldn’t even see his feet anymore! But it wasn’t a risky guess to say they were probably chubby as well. His stomach took so much space his arms, now flabby and with jiggly wings, couldn’t reach the bottom of it. His overhang so low it took up most space of his crotch; that also had a little separate pouch of fat above it. His love handles were now big enough to connect with the rolls of fat on his back. His legs had grown inwards and outwards, making it harder to walk or move in general. And it was all Kim Seokjin’s fault.
Hoseok was really fit once, lean muscles and sharp angles. In constant fear of dropping people’s expectations of him; that he was going to make it big, the world known dancer he had to become. The pressure was suffocating and soon turned the thing he loved the most, into the biggest toll on his mental health; to the point once he moved out of his parents’ house, the once extroverted cheerful boy isolated himself from not only his hometown friends but also the ones he had quickly made in Seoul. It was shocking to Seokjin when the guy he had not so long ago became his boyfriend, stopped talking to him entirely, even though he was older, he understood the stress of university. But it was summer vacation and there was still no sign of the dancer, of course, he didn’t expect him to burst out crying when he confronted the younger in his own apartment door. Yet with the discovery that this was much more than just stress from studies, Seokjin felt only more motivated to stay and to bring back the joyful man he met when the boy first entered university and their friend group. So he started hanging out more in the younger’s apartment, most days cooking his own meals for two; knowing fully well how more often than not, Hoseok would skip his everyday meals. And to Seokjin’s luck, the dancer not only accepted them but also ate them gleefully. Or at least that’s what the older could say from the now healthy weight he had gained. His ribs aren’t as noticeable and his every angle felt at least a little soter.; hi mood was better too, less anxious and even more confident in his own skin. Not as unsure, but the fun, extroverted and cheerful man he was before. Not only that, but Hoseok had also started to spend less time practicing in the dance studio, and more time at home; which gave the older the perfect opportunity to shower him with love, even though he was letting loose a little, it didn’t mean his incertenties disappeared. So the older would automatically preparee little details for huis boyfriend to see, from a single cupcake next to a post it with an encouraging message on it, or an ice cream after a particularly hard day, or a full on feast of celebration. It was Seokjin’s way of expressing support, especially considering how hard Hoseok wa son his body. For example, there was a feast with all of the dancer, or well, ex-dancer, when he decided to change his major to literature. It wasn’t that Seokjin was against dancing, but it had become such a toxic aspect of his boyfriend’s life, the reason behind all of his insecurities and anxieties. The older couldn’t say he was upset with the change, rather excited by it. Hoseok, of course was still uncertain but not only with Seokjin but with the help of everyone, he learnt to feel comfortable on his current major.
When Hoseok was majoring in dancing composition, all of his boyfriend`s rich foods would burn out throughout the week; however, it just so happened that the literature major did not require half as much movement as his former one. So it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when the younger began to gain weight, barely noticeable at first as Hoseok had the metabolism of a teenager. But that could only keep him fit solong; slowly, and very gradually weight began to settle. Barely noticeable, a soft stomach rounder thighs, but now, it would be the first thing people saw in him when he walked past.
It was hard, even though he was near finishing his major, in a happy relationship., with an amazing group of friends who stood by him; Hoseok still had his doubts about his change in career, especially with the metamorphosis his body had gone through. But with his boyfriends’ help, they adjusted their life till it was hardly noticeable that he was any different to their friends. But that was in their apartment, in Seoul.
“Seokjin I don’t fit through the door.” Hoseok stated mortified in front of the too slim entrance.
“Oh come on, Hobi! No with that attitude you won’t!”
“I am physically unable to go through this door.” He stood rigid as he saw his boyfriend laugh hysterically already inside the house.
“Don’t be ridiculous Seokie! Come I’ll help you in.” The older stood now outside in front of Hoseok, Slim crooked fingers holding fat ones. “Do you wanna try sideways or normal?”
“Lets try sideways.” The younger said waddling till he was no longer facing the door but the house next to them. Seokjin slides his hands from his arms to the very center of the massive expanse of his stomach.
“Ok, now walk slowly, try sucking in once you reach the door.” The older’s calmness was somewhat contagious as Hoseok walked over to the door, his boyfriend was already inside though his hands were still on him, pushing the fat slightly inwards, he would squish and ohs every side that went past the door frame so that he would fit. And just like that, slowly and carefully, Hoseok was inside his childhood home.
“If I have to do that everytime to get in an out of the house I think I’ll just stay in the entire week.” Hoseok groaned instantly finding a chair to sit down, cringing at the loud creak it produced. His breathing was heavy already, he could feel the heat radiating from his most likely red cheeks.
“Then don’t? I mean, you always used to complained how there wasn’t anything to do here anyway. And your parents already left tons of food for us to eat.” He shrugged cheekily “I say we use this week to relax, I know how stressed you’ve been with your thesis on that book..um…?” He gestured vaguely with his large hands.
“Demian” The younger started with a loud exhale of air, feeling the exhaustion from just the name of the novel alone.
“See? You are in need of a break, and you are in luck your amazing boyfriend is going to make sure, you have a good time!” He exclaimed rather dramatically, which earnt a fit of bubbly giggles from the younger. “I’m thinking….”He paused for a moment’s shifting his weight from one long leg to the other. “Movie marathon, blanket fort, and that stew you told me your mom left us.” Hoseok’s heart shaped smiled split his face in half, nodding quickly. And with that his boyfriend left to the living room, probably top build that for the mentioned. The younger would go grab the food and plates, however he had to get up first; a basic day to day thing that had become a difficulty with time. It took a few attempts but he was finally up and waddling his way into the cramped kitchen. It was hard, his ass constantly brushing against the counters, sometimes pushing pots in the process of moving; though he finally was able to not only waddle his way into the living room carrying the huge pot, but also go back for two large sodas and their plates glasses and chopsticks.
His childhood living room was turned into a blanket fortress, which wasn’t surprising knowing it was Seokjin’s specialty. The floor covered with pillows and blankets, making it comfortable to sit on the ground rather than the couch; it was a good call considering how small this couch was in comparison to theirs, Hoseok probably would only be able to fit half of his ass on it. Besides why would he choose the couch when he had his boyfriend already waiting open arms on floor, “The Lion King” ready to play in the tv in front of them, lights already dim and ready. With an adoring smile he wobbled his way into the floor, sitting down with a loud thud and a long exhale of breath; automatically his boyfriend began to serve him a large portion and set on top of his massive stomach. It pulled down enough for his overhang to be completely settled on the floor covering his crotch; which was also being squished between the fat of his thighs which he had to have spread for ther eot be room for his overflowing stomach. He began to eat happily, one hand bringing food into his parted lipos and the other holding him up from behind; though his flabby arm got tired and he had to push himself backwards against the couch, his whole body jiggling violently with the movement.
He finished his serving quite quickly, and his appetite had changed drastically over the last couple of years, so he pushed himself forward to get a second. Though he finished that one at amazing speed too, so he had to move again to get his third; but by the forth serving Hoseok was growing tired of moving forward and back constantly and eye his boyfriend who had an arm over his shoulder and another hand mindlessly on his not yet bloated stomach. All it took was a slight cough from the younger and Seokjin is already bringing the pot near them to serve him his fifth serving of stew. There was nearly half of the pot left, though Hoseok kept up a fast pace until his seventh serving, he was feeling a little full, his stomach hardening on the slightest; yet this isn’t a worry on the younger’s mind as the large kept it’s steady rhythm tracing circles around the expanse of fat. It was on the eight serving where he had to take a break, his breathing reduced to heavy intakes of air; signalling silently for hs boyfriend to bring him one of the bottles of soda, not needing to be told to help him hold it the older did anyways; knowing Hoseok’s arms would only resist so long, long crooked fingers placed firmly on top of chubby ones as the younger gulped down. There was less than half the bottle left, and his stomach had expanded ridiculously almost no fat left to squish; a loud whine made it past his oily lips before the younger could restrain it.
“Aw, Hoseokie, we both know there is still room left.” He left no time for the other to respond as a hand sneaked its way under the tight shirt and began pressing at the sides, massaging the pain away strongly. It took a couple of minutes but the younger finally felt a wave of hunger go through him because of the smell of the stew that is yet to be eaten inside the pot.
“I’m ready.” He stated quietly, though this time he didn’t move to grab Seokjin’s hand with the next serving on it. The older was quick to realize what he had to do, and pressed himself against Hoseok’s side, sinking into the flesh as he brought a mouthful of food into his lazily parted lips. Neither of them were paying attention to the movie anymore, both of them completely absorbed with what was happening. Stuffings weren’t a rare occurrence though every time both Hoseok and Seokjin got completely lost in it; the younger shivered with the feeling of hot stew slipping down his throat easily, warm all over because of their overeating, and Seokjin’s hot breath on his thick neck. A deep brush tainted his cheeks as he panted, poking his eyes open at the lack of food being sent his way, only to be found with an empty pot.
“I think this was meant to last us the entire week.” Seokjin’s says breathless, the younger knew he was excited by this too. They both acknowledged it, though never spoke of it. He felt the same way too, and even though Hoseok did spend a lot of his time eating and Seokjin feeding him; never like this. Not hours of stuffing that left both of them breathless, they both knew the other wanted that, though they never found the time. That was until they were asked to look out for the Jung parents’ house, all alone for an entire week. Maybe this week wouldn’t be so bad.
And he had been right, it was in this week were both lovers discovered the very wonders of feederism; testing the younger’s limits on every meal which had him on a constant state of fullness and laziness. Tonight was their last diner in the house before they had to leave the house. Seokjin was currently out, looking for all of their orders at the various restaurants Hoseok had ordered form. Not so much to their surprise, they had finished all of the food Hoseok’s parents had left them by the lunch of day two; or well at least the younger did. Even though his hometown wasn’t necessarily the biggest, there so many orders that had Hoseok’s stomach rumbling angrily, but there was no food left! Unless…
He swung his gigantic mass forward and back looking for impulse to stand; it took a couple of tries but with a violent speed he stood up. The enormous amount of weight in his middle almost making him fall forward, he was already panting and he could feel his hearts speeding up. It took some moments of recomposure until he began to waddle his way into his parents’ bedroom; if his memory didn’t fail him, his mother had a secret stock of fattening foods for when she was on her diets. He sneaked his fat mass through the slim door into her closet and spread his knees seperate ways to make room for the giant rolls that formed whenever he crouched. and there it was the large “shoe box” underneath layer wsof clothes that covered it.
Happily he took it, though all this walking had tir4ed him out; he eyed the chair on hispàrents’ desk. It might not be the most comfortable, but he didn’t have the time to clean the crumbs he was going to leave in their bed afterwards, nor the energy to walk back to the living room. So with a sigh, he laid all of his weight aggressively on the weak chair. It creaked loudly but that was a normality now for Hoseok so he proceeded to excitedly open the box. He could start eating now, and when he had more energy go back to the couch, right?
He didn’t exactly know what he was going to find inside the box, though at this point he was willing to eat anything; he actually had a hard time reaching the insides of the box, having to be at a distance from the desk, his stomach getting in the way between him and the food. He let the desk sink into his belly as he reached over the massive chocolate bar and began to eat. His plans of going to the couch being forgotten not only because he got lost on the eating and the feeling of his hunger decreasing gradually; but also the feeling of revenge on his parents. Knowing how much of a pig they would think he is ass overspilling on the chair, gut too fat pushing against the desk, too spoiled to be able to wait less than an hour without food. It was thrilling, knowing how much o a pig he was; he wants to slow down so Seokjin could see him like this when he arrived; but i couldn’t help the speed at which food enters his mouth, he was so hungry. His train of thought had already stopped long ago, the feeling of food settling down at the bottom of his large stomach, in fact he had begin to close his eyes in pleasure, only hearing his heavy breathing and the noise of him biting and swallowing food he didn’t even took the time to recognize. So lost in the feeling, perhaps, too lost, as he couldn’t anticipate the loud crack coming from underneath him. Hoseok didn’t have time to process what had just happened, but the broken pieces of chair sinking into his flabby ass and the fact that he was now sitting on the floor; made it pretty clear. He broke his parents’ chair.
He felt a wave of horror rush through him, the only thought that occupied his mind was “Failure”. He shouldn’t have dropped out of dance, he shouldn’t have gained al this weight; now it was too late, he was just a big fat disappointment to everyone who once knew him; this was probably too much for Seokjin too. What kind of person would want a morbidly obese partner? And like a bad ironic joke to Hoseok, he heard the door open.
“Hobi?” The older called loud voice resonating through the house. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want the othe to see him like this; so hurriedly and ungracefully he attempted to stand up, he failed at first and fell with a loud thud making the floor vibrate as an aftermath. The learning footsteps only made the younger more determined as he stood up after a large intake of air and waddlñed towards the door, just at the same time as his boyfriend.
“Oh, Seokjinnie, hi.” His voice sounded raspy and out of breath, and he saw Seokjin had rushed to him with the multiple orders still in his hand.
“Are you ok? I heard something cracking…Why are you in your parents`room?” Hoseok wa squick to overcompensate.
“Oh yeah I was feeling a little nostalgic and I know my mom had a box on her wardrobe with photos and stuff though I couldn’t find it, I just ended up knocking stuff over… Haha you know me I can be a little clumsy!!” Hoseok considered himself a good liar, and it had just been proven with the dark look that took over Seokjin. However, he could guess what was coming and after his insecurity break down, the last thing he wanted to do was eat. But if it got him out of his parents’ bedroom, he’d take it.
“Oh, I bet you looked great, your fat ass squished into that tiny little room.” Hoseok’s eyes widen, they had talked about those types of nicknames during the week, and HOseok was actively in favor of them. But Now, all they did was make his stomach twist in a nauseous nature. He let out an exaggerated whine
“Seokjin, can’t we just go and eat in the living room? I’m too hungry to wait.” It wasn’t really a lie, as much self deprecation he felt. He still wasn’t quite full. He tensed in fear as he felt one of his boyfriend’s long fingers brush against the outside of his mouth, cleaning off a stain of dark chocolate.
“Even after you stuffed your face while I was gone, pig?” Hoseok stood rigid, he felt another large hand press against the top of his stomach pushing him further inside slightly. The younger’s lack of answer only encouraged the other to continue. “Maybe I spoiled you too much, huh fatso? You can’t even wait 40 minutes without food in your mouth. And what’s worse is you probably are hungry. It’s never enough for you, just can’t stop gorging yourself into what you are now, a big, fat pig.”
“Airplane!” Hoseok couldn’t hold the scream that left his lips. The use of the safeword instantly making Seokjin’s eyes softened, he didn’t barge the younger with questions, knowing fully well this would only overwhelm him more. Instead he placed a cold hand on his round heated cheek. Though he remained silent, though his nerves urged him to know and with the most gentle voice he could muster he spoke.
“Seokie, you can tell me.” He pleaded silently although he was desperate. The younger was looking down, ashamed, Seokjin’s caring voice being the only thing that motivated him to tell.
“I broke my parents’ chair.” He stated in a quiet voice. “I sat in it and after a couple of minutes it just fell apart” As he went further explaining the situation he could hear his voice wobbling. “A-and now, I just can’t stop thinking about what would they think, and how disappointed they must feel, they hate me enough knowing that I gave up becoming a dancer. B-but I can’t even imagine what they would think if they saw me like this. Fuck, it must be disgusting even for- for you.” He didn’t dare to look at Seokjin’s reaction, fear shaking him to the point of crying. Though he didn’t realize he was doing so until he felt soft touches over his long ago faded cheekbones, he looked up startled.
“Hoseok.” The older’s tone sounded serious, stern even . “I could never disgusted by you. You know how gorgeous I think you are, any weight, any size. I- I wish I would have been here when it happened, made sure you were comfortable. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He sounded helpless as his dark eyes searched within Hoseok’s.
“It was embarrassing ok? I was already beginning to think you would be grossed out by me.” He said sounding a lot more comfortable in the situation.
“Well, you thought wrong…And…I get if you don’t want to do the stuffing, though you are still having something for dinner.” The older too was regaining his cheeky demeanor as he spoke. And although what happened had left him feeling self conscious, the idea of Seokjin taking care of him with a sesion didn’t seem that bad; the thought of gentle hands and caring words took over his head as he answered almost automatically.
“No no! Actually, I would really like that.” His words came out desesperante at first and then became shy and embarrassed, though his words caused a wide grin to his boyfriend’s face. He passed all the bag orders into one hand, which honestly seemed to be straining his slim fingers and with the other he extended it fo Hoseok to grab. Holding onto it tightly they walked together through the thin corridors into the living room. The younger sitting with a heavy exhale, the loud creak of the couch brought back memories of what had just happened minutes ago., though luckily, Seokjin wa squickly next to him, all orders splayed out on the coffee table a careful hand caressing his chubby cheek.
“What would you like to start with baby?” His voice was so soft, the older clearly understood what Hoseok needed instead of their ordinary rather more intense stuffings. And Hoseok was grateful for that.
“With the chicken.” The younger’s voice came out equally quiet. ANd no more words were needed as Seokjin reached out onto the table grabbing the dish and bringing mouthfuls into his boyfriend’s lips; their pace was slow and steady. The older’s nose brushing against Hoseok’s flabby cheek, nuzzling closer to his side with each bite. It wasn’t long until he finished the plate, lips oily with grease, though Seokjin didn’t seem to mind as he kissed him sweetly.
“You are doing so good already Hobi. So good for me. How’s your stomach feeling?” Hoseok is only able to answer with a low whine, chubby fingers reaching out to the center of his stomach, where his fingers met Seokjin’s. “No,no. Let me take care of you.” And with a tight squeeze to the younger’s hand, he continued rubbing circles all along the top of the massive dome lightly. Hoseok didn’t feel that full, though it helped to take things slowly and gently. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, him leaning back relaxing enough to have his eyes closed as Seokjin’s hands found each their way to knead they doughty flesh. Quiet hums escaped his lips under the pressure of the older’s hands. Until they stopped moving, and suddenly he felt a warm breath against his ear. “What next love?” Hoseok peaked his eyes opened and analized what was before him. Avoiding to look at his boyfriend knowing fully well the rosey tinted his face would have under the use of that type of nicknames.
“Pork please.” His voice was cheerful once again, which only gave Seokjin more motivation to reach out and began feeding him, still slowly yet the atmosphere had changed; the air seemed lighter and it had seemed as if the chair incident had been forgotten. The older leaned in to spread light kisses over all of Hoseok’s soft shoulder; which earnt as a result contagious giggles from the other. Though he was quick to shut up when the food was brought to his mouth. This time, a lot more open than when they had first started the stuffing, the younger hummed in approval; could be because of the taste of the food, or because Seokjin’s kisses to his body had become sloppy and slow. The feeling of tightness was taking over Hoisoek’s expanded middle, ever so slightly he whined and took the plate from Seokjin’s hands, earning a confused glance. “I-I’ll go one, but, rub my stomach?” He didn’t sound desperate though, the way his face scrunched up in pleasure once the older began massaging his dome was enough.
“Of course baby, you know how much I love taking care of you. Seeing you treat yourself, eat to your heart’s content; it makes me so happy Seokie.” Long fingers groped gently the large overhang of Hoseok’s stomach, whilst the other hand rubbed circles all over the middle strongly. Warm words encouraged the younger to speed up his pace as he ate his way through the second dish, finishing it quickly. Seokjin’s eyes were on him constantly, looking mesmerized as he saw his boyfriend eat. “What next sweetheart?” There were only two more dishes left before going into desserts, so there wasn’t that much choice.
“Pass me the stake and I’ll eat the burger last.” And instantly he had the dish placed carefully on the top of his large stomach. He began to eat, his pace even quicker than before, a rush of motivation getting to him. Of course his boyfriend noticed, acknowledging HOseok’’s efforts with a tight squeeze to his thick love handles.
“You are finishing them so fast, ‘m so proud. You are doing amazing baby, enjoying yourself to the fullest, well fed; taken care of, that’s what you deserve. “ Gentle words came along with a burger set in front of him. Hoseok was already feeling properly full by now, pace still fast though not as willingly. He bit into the large burger and moaned around it, the flavour of the burger mixing with the way Seokjin’s strong hands roamed and groped all over him, sending him waves of pleasure. The younger’s eyes were half lidded, his breathing has become heavy and a thin layer of sweat covered his entire mass. Though finishing the burger was becoming hard, his stomach had hardened to its majority which lead to a lethargic lazy pace of eating. He counted the bites left for him to finish it, and once he did, he was saddened at the lost of not only Seokjin’s hands over his body but the warmth of his body next to him. The older was bringing the two desserts that they had ordered onto the couch, occupying the space where Seokjin had formerly been sitting; and with that he happily sat on Hoseok’s lap, slim torso pushing against hard dome earning a loud moan from both of them. “Your stomach is so hard, you ate so much, Seokie. You did so well, how about we mix both the ice cream and the cake for you to drink huh? How does that sound?” Seokjin’s voice remained gentle and caring, HOseok keened at the praise nodding desperately at the amazing suggestion. The older stood up and walked the kitchen where the noise of the blender could be heard. Quickly the weight of his tall boyfriend was again on his laps as he handed him the large glass with a straw, holding it with both hands as he drank it easily. The feeling of cold liquid sliding down his throat, made his entire body relax. Seokjin took both of his free hands as an opportunity hands caressing and pressing onto the places he saw impacted Hoseok the most, the younger had his full attention as he saw his expression change when he pressed his side or the top of his stomach. Though he found the sweet post once he saw Hoseok’s face scrunch up when he groped and jiggled strongly the overhang of his massive stomach. With both hands at the bottom, he leaned down and began to spread kisses all over the clothed dome, in between kisses soft caring murmurs made their way past Seokjin’s full lips. “So good Hobi, so good for me. You are so beautiful, so stunning.” Hoseok’s face heated up at the encouraging words, motivating him to finish his dessert even though he felt to his limit. With a big intake of air, he swallowed what was left of his milkshake; he finished and his stomach was throbbing, making him scrunch his face up in pain and not pleasure. Though no words were needed as Seokjin’s expert hands pushed his sides inwards with slight strength, leaning in for his boyfriends chocolate lips, the sweet taste of what he had just eaten taking over his own mouth. Their kiss started quick and chaste but grew sloppy and slow, with the only interventions being the older praise.
“You did amazing Hoseok, I’m so proud of you. My beautiful, boyfriend, did so good, so full and happy just for me…We’ll have to get them a new chair though.”
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Too short too long {Yoongi/Seokjin scenario}
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Request: Hello, i found this prompt on twitter and i was wondering whether there exists an actual fic like this, regardless of the ship: an au where yoongi and seokjin were on a vacation but their luggages got switched,, then they bumped into each other at a supermarket wearing each other's clothes. ~Thank you! (By @mathsaerie literaly SO LONG AGO, I’m sorry!)
Mini scenarios with each member. If you like it, please check the masterlist for more.
Warnings: none, just pure cuteness I guess.
HOPE YALL ENJOY, THERE’S PROBABLY A TON OF MISTAKES BECAUSE I’M SO SLEEPY, BUT I JUST SAW THIS SEATING IN MY REQUESTS AND I HAD TO DO IT!
-Fucking hell! -The boy curses under his breath for what feels like the hundredth time.
The youngest of the group rolls his eyes at his hyung and reaches for another bite of his steak. The rest of the boys don't even acknowledge Seokjin's tantrum, too busy sipping on their beers and discussing what was the best 2018 meme. Only their disinterest doesn't slow him down one bit.
-Yah Jungkook! Don't roll your eyes at me you brat! -He points his finger at the unaffected boy, who just keeps poking the meat with his chopsticks. -This is serious okay? I don't know what to do!
-Ah hyung! first, stop marching in circles, you'll open a hole in the floor! -Says a tipsy Jung Hoseok, with his red nose shining in the orange lights of the hotel room. -Secondly, what can we do now? We told you not to get a black bag... -He gazes away from Seokjin's psychotic stare as soon as he's done speaking, instead choosing to silently ask for Jimin's help.
Jimin clears his throat after finishing the rest of his beer in one swing, running his fingers through his hair to take it away from his face.
-Hyung, don't overthink it. You just switched luggage, I'm sure the guy that has your stuff is as confused and upset as you are right now, he'll probably try to find you at some point.
Seokjin plops on the bed and covers his eyes with his arms, he feels like screaming but gives up once remembering that he is in America and it's pretty late already.
-This is ridiculous... How does someone not put any contact information in his bag? Is he a drug dealer or something? Aah this guy... -He mumbles curses and blindly kicks the black bag on the floor. -What should I do until then?
Hoseok stands up and stretches his legs, letting out a tired sigh before bending down to check the dark clothes that fill the back.
-Hyung, they are pretty stylish! -He unfolds a couple of t-shirts, eyes droopy as they get every time he has one too many drinks. -You might as well have fun with it!
-Heey, what are you talking?? How can he wear someone else's clothes? It's weird! -Exclaims Jungkook from the table, still happily stuffing his face and speaking in dialect.
-What else are you supposed to do? We are going to be here for another 15 days, might as well not waste a fortune in new clothes! -Says Jimin, also getting up to join Hoseok by the bag. -And Hobi is right, they are pretty cool! I might get one of those for myself back in Korea! -He jokes around, pulling a black leather jacket from the luggage.
Seokjin lifts his arms from his eyes to stare at them, hissing in his old man fashion.
-Yah you two are having way too much fun with this! ...
Yoongi sits in his room, blankly staring at the black bag as if he had zoomed out at the face of a crisis.
-Hyung are you okay? -Taehyung pokes his cheek playfully, flashing the older one of his signature boxy smiles.
He takes a long pause before answering with a simple nod, eyes completely empty. He's always hard to reach in those situations, whenever something goes wrong, Yoongi instantly shuts down all expressions.
Namjoon storms inside the room, tripping over taehyung's bag and almost falling face first. He curses and gives taehyung a harsh look for abandoning his luggage by the door.
-Okay, I just notified the airline, they are going to check all the people from that flight to see if someone else is missing their bag, until then, there's not much we can do. -He tries to calm Yoongi with a gentle smile, but the boy keeps staring at the pile of unfolded clothes that are jumping out of the stranger's bag. -Is something else bothering you? What's wrong? -The considerate guy places his hand in Yoongi's shoulder, also examining the bag from his position.
Taehyung sits down and starts going through the clothes right away, nodding every once in a while as if he's a fashion designer studying someone's work.
-There's nothing wrong it's just... -He tilts his head and hisses a little, his accent becomes a little bit evident when he's surprised. -That guy is just absurd! -He chuckles, exposing his gummy smile, the other two follow his actions, staring at each other in confusion. -Look at his clothes, is he a rainbow? Why is everything so colorful??
Now Yoongi seems to be laughing at his poor situation, tears forming at the corner of his eyes, he finds it to be so funny and Taehyung and Namjoon can't help but laugh along with him,
-Hyung, they might not be your style... -Exclaims Taehyung once he controls his laughter, also wiping the corners of his eyes. -They might not be, but they are pretty good! I'm sure you can pull it off!
Yoongi reaches for a bright yellow piece that sticks from the bottom of the mess, pulling it out to realize it's a sweater that says "Save the bees", they stare at it for a few seconds.
-What... -And just like that, they are laughing uncontrollably again, pressing at their stomach.
-It's okay! It's okay, it's okay! -Namjoon tries to be helpful, pulling a pair of dark jeans from the bag. -Just give it a shot, it won't be bad!
-Yes! Try them I want to see it! -Says an excited Taehyung, jumping on his feet.
It takes a lot of convincing but they finally manage to get Yoongi out of his comfortable spot in the large bed of his bedroom and into the bathroom to change into the stranger's clothes. He comes out a bit later, hands behind his back and a pout on his lips.
Taehyung and Namjoon exclaim from the other side of the room, looking very excited. Sure, it's not like Yoongi but it's not bad at all! Seems pretty decent actually.
-The pants are okay I guess... -He starts, looking at his thin tights in the dark jeans, and the way they end nicely on his ankles. -But...
His friends exchange a concerned look, both focusing on Yoongi's last words.
-Why are his arms so long?! -He reveals his hands, that are completely engulfed in the large sweater, making him look tiny. -Is he slender man?
-AAAAH so cute!!! -Exclaims Taehyung, while Namjoon is rolling on the bed with laughter, getting red by the second, the youngest grabs his phone instantly to snap some pictures of his hyung.
-Yah! Do you have a death wish?! Kim Taehyung! ...
-I don't like this, I don't like this at all! -Says Seokjin as the four of them jump out of the car and into the busy streets. -I look so ridiculous! -He points his wrists, as to remind them one more time of how short are the sleeves of this coat.
-Don't worry hyung, no one's going to notice that, it's dark inside! -Jimin points the noisy club a few feet ahead with excitement in his puppy eyes.
-Nah! Everyone is going to notice, and they'll think "what a weird, weird man!" -teases Jungkook, running away as soon as Seokjin jumps to beat his ass. ...
-No matter what I put on, It always looks like I'm in my pajamas. -Laughs Yoongi in front of the mirror. Namjoon chuckles behind his beer can and Taehyung finally knocks on their door.
They talk about the places they want to visit during their stay as they make their way into the bar to meet their producer and friends.
The story of how Yoongi got the wrong bag got told hundreds of times and the embarrassing photos were sent to everybody as they drank away their worries, laughing loudly at stupid jokes.
-In the end, did you hear from the airline? -ask one of the guys from the producing staff. -Did you find any information on him?
Yoongi shakes his head and crosses his legs, resting his fingers on his knees.
-I've told you, the guy is completely crazy -He laughs- We only got an email address, worldwidehandsome, something, something!
... The group of four guys walks down the street, or rather, stumble down the street as the first lights of morning begging to cut the skies. The fools sing traditional Korean songs in funny voices and laugh like crazy at each other over the smallest things.
They finally come across a 24h convenience store a few blocks away from the club, and because Jungkook is a whining baby, they get in to buy the maknae some food.
The lady at the cashier seems completely oblivious to the boy's mess, even when they throw bags of chips at each other she just chooses to ignore it and just focus on her magazine instead.
The bell rings, a new group walks in but they follow to different aisles, not paying the group of four any attention.
-You are so full of yourself! Why would she be staring at you?? -Accuses Hoseok at Seokjin after the boy's absurd bragging.
-What's the chance of us finding soju? -Asks Taehyung, immediately turning to Namjoon as if he's the source of all knowledge.
-Ah, should we have soju? -Asks Yoongi in his quiet, yet drunk swept voice.
From the other side of the store, the two keep up with their bickering.
-YAH I'm telling you!!! I'm worldwide handsome! - Screams Seokjin, laughing hysterically shortly after.
Namjoon and Taehyung exchange looks one more time, then gaze at Yoongi, waiting for his reaction to match theirs.
He doesn't move, just stares at them with a confused look on his face.
-Worldwide handsome! -Shouts Taehyung, running all the way to the other side of the store to find Seokjin still laughing with his friends.
Yoongi and Namjoon show up at the aisle after him, all staring at the guys with clothes too small for him.
-Oh?! That's my favorite coat! -Says Yoongi, pointing at the stranger!
Seokjin turns around at the use of Korean, also surprised, with wide eyes.
-Oh! Mister drug dealer!
-Slander man!
They both exclaim at the same time.
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APPEARANCE: I am 5’10 (178 cm for my european friends), I have short green-ish hair, and a very pale face (gotta hate the ginger genes) but im planning to redye my hair to a kind of red Jin once had.
My eyes are a mix between green and brown and actually only cool when the sunlight shines right into them creating a magical green color. I like to dress in a way to feel good. So i mostly wear oversized shirts, black skinny jeans and sneakers. (Jins street style is kinda me) i mostly wear black tho. There is my emo side lol
PERSONALITY: I usually act very cold but have my soft emotinal moments (s/o Yoongi lol) Sometimes the right words can make me soft, talkative and reachable but i usually like to be cold and untouchable. My attitude’s like fuck everything most of the time and i’m trying my best at just being the happiest i can. I don’t judge people and i don’t like being judged although i like to provoke lol. I love it when people talk about things they love/are passionate about, i love the way their eyes light up when they get into those topics.
also i hate nazis and every form of discrimination.
Besides i am a hardcore clean freak so no one is allowed to touch me because to me everyone is ‘not clean’. even i am dirty to myself most of the time. I wash my hands too much and in winter i always have cracked skin due to that. so just DONT TOUCH MY FACEU (s/o hobi)
Another thing which i have never told anyone but one person is that i may identify as non-binary but i am literally so not sure about what i feel like i am. I also dont know if im bi or not but actually idfc i love who i love. i stan who i stan
I am currently in High School and trying my best to finish in order to go to Uni after that if it ever works out even though i have no idea what to study. Probably languages.
ABILITY: I dont know i’m not very good at anything. I like the idea of education in general but education systems simply suck so i dont know. but i find languages really really interesting and as i said would like to study some in the future. (i speak 3 fluently rn) also i mean i made it to highschool i cant be totally stupid lol. But yeah no special ability here.
HOBBIES: MUSIC AND SPORTS even though i dont practise any of this myself okay listen i am crazy like i can go from watching a basketball match to watching cute bts english speakeu videos, as well as go from scremo bands to classic music so i basically stan everything. also i just love when people have something in common, something they love, and then gather for that reason, no matter whether its a concert or a sports game, they gather and have fun together and that proves that there is still love in this world,
other than that i love reading and then highlighting special paragraphs/lines. But sadly i just dont have the time for it. i also really love drawing lyrics and hangining it on my wall and ofc listening to music.
i used to enjoy writing short stories/poetry and it helped me alot too, but i just havent had a single idea for like a year now. sucks how creativity just left me.
(a really weird fact is that i love cleaning the kitchen/house because in the end i get to see a result and everything is clean and ahhhh)
RELATIONSHIPS: lol what you talking bout. im in multiple fandoms, my life’s 70% spent home/on the internet 30% social so hell yeahhhh. i have loved the same guy for easily 3 years and still get them butterflies whenever i see him. ofc i had crushes on other guys (2 of them my friends lol) but never got loved back lmaoo fun. i am currently 17 years old and never been in any kind of romantic relationship. it makes me sad yes it does but i also think i wouldnt have time to have a partner right now. apart from that who wanna date a short haired not even a lil bit girly not even kinda cute fandom obsessed messed up girl?
Also i dont really have friends anymore. like, of course i do but those friendships are either fake or just not very close. one of them is kinda toxic too. i lost two of my best friends recently because either them or i changed alot. but it still hurts. i dont feel like i am important to anyone at all anymore. it doesnt feel like they need me. everybody has somebody else.
RANDOM STUFF: i sleep whenever and whereever i can.
I have a thing for bands.
i am trying to spread love peace and positivity the best and whenever i can even though i still carry alot of hate within me. but i am giving my best to be better everyday. and i think we all should. so if you have bad days or whatever please dont hesitate to hit me up.
my favorite non alcoholic drink is ice tea.
i fall asleep hugging a pillow most of the time.
music means more than anything to me.
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