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hamsterclaw · 2 years ago

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Royal Pain

Crown Prince Hoseok has had his kingdom taken from him, and you're going to help him take it back, with a little help from your friends.

Pairing: Hoseok x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Fantasy AU, royalty AU, smut, angst

Word count: 7.6k

Warnings: Sex, swearing, magical themes, mentions of blood and killing, references to fire, Namjoon on a dragon

Hey there @xjoonchildx and @hobi-gif -- sorry about the blue balls!

Hoseok’s back muscles glisten with rivulets of water from the stream. Fully dressed, he looks lithe, slim. It’s only when he’s like this, naked that it becomes obvious that he’s dense with muscle.

The mark on his shoulder blade, high up, is pale in the bright sunlight. He’s had it since you were children. You’d always planned to ask your parents about it but then the invasion had happened.

Hoseok had been with you in your chamber when the treacherous Halians had stormed the palace, and it’s the only reason you’d both managed to get away without being killed.

No one would have thought of looking for the crown prince of Daranthia in the quarters of a servant family.

You were training to be a royal guard, but no one ever let you forget you were descended from peasants.

Now you’re both in Eosul, a coastal city far enough from Daranthia that you both feel safe, but close enough that you can keep abreast of the turmoil the invasion threw your city into.

Hoseok turns to face you, and you know he’s only done it to show you more of his beautiful body.

Your eyes travel from his shoulders, down his torso, to the hint of darkness just below the water level of the stream.

‘Done preening, my prince?’ you ask, voice heavy with sarcasm.

You and Hoseok played together as children. There were other children living within the palace gates, but none as close in age as the two of you.

The Queen had doted on you like you were her own daughter.

‘Why don’t you join me?’ he asks, smile inviting as he gestures. ‘The water’s perfect.’

You enjoy Hoseok’s easy flirtatious charm. You’ve seen him use it to great effect on the ladies and men in the royal court, and he’s flustered many a servant girl with his beautiful manners and equally dazzling smile.

Perhaps the servants’ quarters were not such an unexpected place to find the crown prince of Daranthia.

The Halian army’s lack of intelligent strategy was your and Hoseok’s gain. You’ll never be caught off-guard again.

You keep your thin chemise on as you enter the stream, and modestly turn your back on Hoseok, which is why you miss the way his eyes linger on the curve of your ass and the line of your straight spine.

You’re nearly done washing when Hoseok asks, ‘Did you ever find out about the mark?’

The reason why you’re so curious about Hoseok’s mark is that you have an almost identical one on your own shoulderblade.

‘Maybe they did it so you couldn’t be swapped with another baby,’ you speculate. ‘All babies look the same, after all.’

Hoseok snorts. ‘I was a very regal baby.’

You laugh and climb out of the water. ‘You’re regal now, my prince,’ you say, teasing. Hoseok’s still wearing the plain garments he wore when he came to see you that day. You’d planned on going hiking in the mountains, just the two of you.

Hoseok doesn’t answer immediately, and you realise he’s looking at your front. The wet chemise hides nothing.

You give him a look to show you’ve noticed his lapse in decorum, and turn pointedly to gather your clothes from the grass.

‘It’s as beautiful a view from the back,’ Hoseok remarks, and he sounds so much closer than before you take a big step forward and look back warily.

Hoseok’s on the bank of the stream with you, but he’s already turned away to get dressed himself.

You don’t want him to have the last word.

‘Same to you, my prince,’ you call.

Without turning around, Hoseok says, ‘If I thought you meant that, I’d take my comfort from you right now.’

You finish getting dressed in silence.

***

You were born with elemental power but you’re by no means good at magic. You can spark a fire if the kindling’s dry enough and there’s no humidity in the air.

As far as you know, Hoseok has no magical abilities.

Both of you combined can’t hold a candle to the man you’re watching juggle fireballs without using his hands.

Hoseok rolls his eyes at you. ‘Come on, we have a lot of things to do. We need food, and lodgings, and a means to make money.’

‘Very practical of you, my prince,’ you say, approvingly.

‘Stop calling me your prince. We’re incognito,’ Hoseok complains. There’s a spark of something in his eyes. ‘Unless we’re in bed, then you can worship this royal ass all you like.’

‘You certainly are a royal ass,’ you agree, ducking the arm he tries to put around your shoulders.

Hoseok turns to go, and a fireball zips past his head, singeing the edges of his hair.

You step in front of him and turn to face your attacker.

The man who’d been juggling fireballs is approaching you quickly.

‘I’m sorry!’ he says, raising his hands up as you square up to him.

This close, he looks more a boy than a man, wide-eyed and worried.

Hoseok nudges you out of the way, and you step aside reluctantly. You haven’t finished your royal guard training, but it’s always been your instinct to protect Hoseok.

He is the prince, after all, and he’s shit at protecting himself.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says again. ‘I got distracted and my fireball went wild.’

‘It’s fine,’ Hoseok says, magnanimous. ‘We’re new to the city, do you live here?’

‘My whole life,’ the man-boy says, beaming at you.

You can’t help melting at sweetness of his smile. ‘I’m Y/N,’ you say.

‘Jungkook,’ he replies. You smile at each other.

Hoseok clears his throat. ‘I’m Hoseok, if anyone was interested,’ he says, dryly.

You roll your eyes. ‘Sorry, he’s had a tough week,’ you say to Jungkook.

Hoseok snorts. ‘We need help. Can you show us around the city, Jungkook?’

***

Your new friend Jungkook knows the city like the back of his hand, eats like it’s his last meal, every time, and is able to control fire almost effortlessly. You’re both in awe of how powerful he is, and flummoxed by how ridiculous he is otherwise.

Hoseok and you are watching Jungkook form fireballs as you train, using sticks Hoseok’s carved from waste timber. You hadn’t realised he was so skilled.

Hoseok’s thrust hits you right in the middle of the chest as you lunge towards him and slip in the mud.

Thankfully the point of his stick isn’t enough to impale you. Neither of you have healing powers.

Jungkook comes running, fireballs extinguished. ‘Are you ok, Y/N? he asks, breathlessly.

He pulls the stick out of Hoseok’s loosened grip and tosses it away, like Hoseok would use it on either of you.

‘I’m fine, Jungkook, we’re just training.’

‘I want to learn to fight too,’ Jungkook says.

From the look on Jungkook’s face as he crouches next to you on the ground, Hoseok’s a little worried about his motivations.

Also, the kid’s obvious strength is mildly terrifying.

‘I’ll train you,’ you say to Jungkook, smiling sweetly at Hoseok.

‘You’re a good fighter aren’t you, Y/N, you swore an oath to protect your people,’ Hoseok reminds you. ‘All your people.’

Jungkook and you spend the rest of the afternoon training whilst Hoseok thinks about how he’s going to reclaim his kingdom and protect his people.

***

You stare at the barmaid who’s just escorted you and Hoseok to your rooms.

Except there’s only one room, not two, and there’s only one bed.

You say immediately, ‘I’ll sleep in the stables.’

‘We don’t have a stables,’ says the barmaid. ‘This is all we have.’

‘We’ll take it,’ Hoseok says smoothly, paying her.

‘I’ll take the floor,’ you say, begrudging.

‘You can have the bed,’ Hoseok says.

‘You’re the prince, I can’t take the bed.’

‘Want to share it with me?’ asks Hoseok.

‘Can you keep your hands to yourself?’ you ask.

Hoseok raises a brow, as though he’s taken aback by your forwardness.

‘I’m a royal prince,’ he says, huffy. ‘Of course I have no impulse control.’

You groan. ‘I’ll sleep in the forest.’

Hoseok says, ‘Don’t be ridiculous. We can share the bed, of course.’

‘I have no desire to be -‘ you break off, trying to find the right phrase.

‘Mounted in your sleep?’ suggests Hoseok.

You stare at him in horror.

‘Ravaged like a siren?’

Your mouth opens, but no words come out.

‘Robbed of your virginal innocence?’

You glare at Hoseok.

‘Have you ever considered that we have matching marks on our backs because we might be blood relatives?’ you ask sweetly.

‘Like siblings?’

Hoseok’s face fills with profound and deep horror.

‘Don’t be disgusting,’ he snaps.

‘Why is that disgusting?’ you ask, voice dripping with honey. ‘Have you had thoughts about me, my prince?’

Hoseok’s getting paler by the second.

He’s muttering to himself. You can’t make out much of it apart from ‘but your ass,’ and something about ‘lush lips’.

You strip off, and to your satisfaction, Hoseok can’t even look your way.

You’re between the sheets and asleep long before he calms enough to go to bed.

***

You’re snuggled against a warm chest, a long leg thrown over your hips.

You turn your face right into Hoseok’s beautiful one.

His lashes make pretty fans on his cheeks, his heart shaped lips are slightly pursed. He looks adorable.

Then he opens his eyes.

‘Good morning, wench,’ he says, affection in his voice.

‘Wench? I was almost part of the royal guard,’ you protest.

He still hasn’t moved his leg off your hips.

‘You look beautiful,’ he tells you.

‘I could be your sister,’ you tell him.

‘I thought about this before I got into bed with you, whilst you were dreaming.’

He pauses, ‘What were you dreaming, by the way? You sounded delectable.’

Your face warms all over.

‘We can’t be blood related. We wouldn’t have been able to have our naming ceremonies if we were.’

He’s right. Each of you had had a naming ceremony with your mother, and they’d been within less than six months of each other.

Hoseok’s father had died within months of his birth, and your father was the most honest, upstanding person you’ve ever known.

The timings can’t possibly line up.

‘Thank Jaesu for that,’ Hoseok says. ‘Now I can go back to my fantasies about-‘

You cut him off.

‘I don’t wish to hear about your lurid fantasies,’ you say, as haughtily as you can.

Hoseok just smiles. ‘When you’re ready I can share them with you.’

He slips his leg off your hips, and your traitorous body mourns the loss of his warmth.

You try not to let it show on your face.

Hoseok’s already half dressed, muscles im his back rippling as he slips on his loose linen shirt over his breeches.

You step out of bed and gather your clothes.

‘That lacy contraption makes your breasts look delectable,’ Hoseok remarks, ‘but it must be uncomfortable to sleep in.’

‘If you were a gentleman you wouldn’t be staring at my breasts whilst I’m asleep,’ you retort.

Hoseok’s soft boots pad on the wooden floor as he approaches you.

He lifts your hair out of your cloak with gentle hands, barely tugging.

‘Lucky for you, I’m not a gentleman,’ he says, and the smugness of his smirk is almost too much to bear as he reminds you, ‘I’m a royal prince.’

You groan and stomp out of the room.

***

To defeat the Halians, Hoseok has to raise an army.

He’s never been a stickler for the right way of doing things, in fact, he’s always favoured a dirty shortcut if he can find one.

‘You want to what?’ you half-shout.

Hoseok winces, and Jungkook’s mouth opens slightly in what can only be described as a confused pout.

‘The dragon-riders of Eosul are our best bet for defeating the Halians, fast,’ Hoseok says, reasonably, he feels.

‘The dragon-riders can’t be trusted,’ you argue. ‘What if they turn on you?’

‘I have a plan,’ Hoseok says, reassuring.

There’s a beat, two, of silence.

‘I will come up with a plan,’ Hoseok amends. ‘It takes two days to get to the summit of Mount Halji. I’ll have a plan by then.’

You groan and put your head in your hands. Jungkook pats your back, trying to be reassuring.

‘My fire power’s been getting more accurate lately,’ he tells you, smiling sweetly.

‘Accurate enough to defeat a dragon?’ you ask grimly.

***

The hike up Mount Halji starts off easy enough. You’re taking a break even though you’re the only one who seems to need one.

Hoseok’s quiet today, you guess he’s still thinking of a plan.

You spark tiny fires to entertain Jungkook whilst you and Hoseok speak.

‘Do you really think the dragon-riders will help us?’ you ask, quizzical.

‘I used to train with one of them,’ Hoseok tells you.

‘Ah you didn’t say you had a dragon-rider friend!’ you say. This is looking hopeful.

‘We aren’t really friends,’ Hoseok says. There’s a scowl on his face. ‘He’s kind of annoying.’

‘How annoying can he be, if he helps you?’ you point out.

‘Namjoon’s just — annoying,’ Hoseok grumbles. ‘You’ll see when you meet him.’

You light another little fire to lure Jungkook back from the edge of the mountain path.

‘Your frenemy is our best option right now,’ you remind Hoseok.

‘I know,’ grumbles Hoseok. You realise he’s staring hard at your chest. You cross your arms.

‘Sorry,’ Hoseok says. ‘Just trying to see what undergarment you’re wearing today.’

You scowl at him. ‘I don’t ask you to drop your breeches to show me yours.’

‘I wish you would,’ sighs Hoseok, wistful. He smiles at you faintly, then calls to Jungkook to stop running and join you both to continue your journey.

***

The dragon-riders of Eosul live in a well-guarded enclave at the top of Mount Halji.

You’re a little unsettled as you approach the forbidding-looking gates, and beside you, Jungkook’s fallen silent for the first time.

Hoseok, with his lifetime of confidence as the Crown Prince of Daranthia, walks right up to the gates and calls, ‘Is this such a savage place that it doesn’t recognise royal blood when it sees it?’

You step next to him hurriedly. ‘It’s the Crown Prince of Daranthia, Jung Hoseok. Open the gates, please.’

Hoseok eyes you like you’re the crazy one.

‘Do we need some fire?’ Jungkook asks, timid.

Thankfully, the gates swing open.

The group of men standing beyond the gates look just as forbidding as the gates themselves.

The leader, a man so tall you have to look up to see him properly, steps forward.

‘Crown Prince Hoseok,’ he says, inclining his head in the slightest of bows in greeting.

The disrespect! You’ve never bowed to Hobi in your life but he is a royal prince after all.

You’re already stepping forward, ready to tear him off a piece of your mind, when Hoseok says, ‘Commander Namjoon.’

Commander Namjoon’s eyes fall on you and Jungkook. You straighten up and try to look intimidating. Beside you, you can sense Jungkook doing the same. You hope he’s not smiling.

The rudeness of these people rankles.

Beside Namjoon, a shorter man with blond hair and a scar along his neck tilts his head.

‘The Great Hall is ready for our guests, Commander.’ His voice is light, musical, with a silvery quality to it that makes you think of bells.

He smiles at you. ‘My name is Jimin. I’m Namjoon’s second in command.’

His smile is so pretty you find yourself smiling back. ‘I’m Y/N, and this is Jungkook.’

‘Allow us to lead you to the Hall,’ Namjoon says, his deep voice resonating through the emptiness of the entry compound.

As you follow the group, you look around you, awed despite yourself at the scale of the dragon-riders’ enclave. This high up, there’s nothing but mountains to see, a cool mist blanketing the more distant peaks.

The air’s fresh and sweet.

There’s a distant reverberation, a rumble, and you look at Hoseok, worried.

‘The dragons,’ Namjoon says, and you realise he’s been looking at you. ‘There’s a patrol around the periphery every hour.’

‘Who’d want to fuck with a bunch of dragons?’ Hoseok mutters.

‘You’d be surprised,’ Namjoon says. He smiles at you, and you’re surprised by the appearance of dimples in his cheeks.

He’s still as tall, broad and forbidding looking as he was, but the dimples make him look almost attractive.

He moves past Hobi to stand next to you. ‘How did you get saddled with the job of protecting a liability like Hoseok?’ he asks.

His question startles a laugh out of you. ‘He’s my oldest friend,’ you say, loyal.

You’ve reached the entrance of the Great Hall, and Namjoon offers you his arm to climb up the stone steps.

You take it, and he presses your hand into his side as he leads you up to the entrance.

You wait for him to let you go, but he seems content to hold your hand tucked into the crook of his admittedly strong arm as he guides you into your seat at the huge, round wooden table.

He looks at you as you thank him, and the intensity of his hooded gaze makes you feel warm.

Hoseok slides into the seat next to yours. ‘I told you he was annoying,’ he says to you in a too-loud stage-whisper.

You don’t think Commander Namjoon is annoying at all.

‘His arms are bigger than Jungkook’s,’ you say, stupidly.

Jungkook, next to you, lets out a petulant half-whine, half-growl.

‘But I’m sure you’re much better at fire,’ you say, reassuringly.

Hoseok mutters something disgruntled as he turns back to the table.

Namjoon looks piercingly at Hoseok. ‘What do we get in return for helping you?’

Hoseok holds his own. You rarely ever see him serious, but as he faces off against the serious dragon-rider leader, you see shades of the king he was about to become before your kingdom was invaded.

‘How about freedom?’ Hoseok says, so casual you almost miss the meaning of what he says.

Jimin glances at Namjoon.

‘I was most of the way through drafting an agreement with the Emperor of Eosul recognising Mount Halji as an independent state,’ Hoseok says. His voice is still light, but his eyes are intent on Namjoon’s.

‘Help me reclaim Daranthia, and I’ll make Mount Halji an independent state as my first ruling on the throne.’

A muscle ticks in Namjoon’s jaw.

‘The Halian army is huge in numbers, and they have unlimited gunpowder from the caves of Ijil,’ Jimin points out. ‘Defeating them won’t be as easy as summoning our dragons.’

‘I also plan to invoke the Flames of Daranthia,’ Hoseok says.

Your eyes snap to his.

The Flames of Daranthia are a legend every Daranthian child hears about growing up, a mythology passed down to every descendant.

The Flames haven’t been invoked in your lifetime, or in your parents’ lifetimes either.

The legend goes that all full-blooded Daranthians are descended from the fire gods, and that the true royal family of Daranthia are blessed with the power to invoke the flames and lay waste to any enemies of the kingdom. You know Hoseok’s been taught the incantation, it was part of his training as Crown Prince, but you’ve never seen him so much as light fire to a candle without a match.

Beside you, Jungkook looks confused.

For the first time, you find yourself as confused as Jungkook.

***

Hoseok’s stripping out of his clothes, getting ready for dinner.

You turn your back on him to afford him privacy even though he’s insisted you can watch him.

‘Can you invoke the Flames, Hoseok?’ you ask quietly.

He sighs. ‘I know how. It’s never worked for me before,’ he says, and for the first time, you can hear bitterness in his voice.

You turn, wanting to see his face.

He’s shirtless still, breeches low on his hips.

His body is beautiful. He’s beautiful.

He looks at you, and his pretty mouth twists in a smile.

‘Why do you always look at me like that?’ he asks.

‘Like what?’ you ask.

‘Like you’re enjoying what you see,’ he says.

You laugh and turn away.

‘Don’t worry about looking away,’ he says, and there’s a rasp now to his voice that wasn’t there a moment ago. ‘I like it.’

Your eyes fly to his, and he’s taken a step forward, closer to you.

‘Do you need to get dressed too?’ he asks, voice low.

You try hard to keep your voice steady as you reply. ‘I think there’s a dress in my chamber.’

‘Let’s go. I’ll give you a hand.’

‘I can get dressed on my own, Hoseok,’ you say, dryly.

He’s already slipping a shirt over his shoulders, shrugging into it carelessly, letting it drape over his razor sharp collarbones.

‘But I want to help you,’ he tells you.

He follows you to your chamber, down the corridor from his.

You look worriedly at the dress that’s been gifted to you. ‘I’ll just wear what I have on,’ you say.

Hoseok smiles at you. ‘Come on. Live a little. Our kingdom might be a fiery wasteland tomorrow.’

You snort as you take the dress from him. ‘Pretty confident in your ability to invoke the Flames for someone who can’t even light a candle.’

Hoseok laughs, sounding like his usual self for the first time since you arrived on Mount Halji.

You motion for him to turn around and slip the dress on.

‘Ready.’

Hoseok turns, already holding his arm out for you to take.

He stills as he looks at you. The look in his eyes makes you feel like you’re burning up from the inside.

He laughs softly. ‘I can’t light a candle, but looks like I can make you burn up,’ he says, mocking.

‘I’m getting changed back,’ you say.

He takes your arm and slips your hand into the crook of his.

‘You look beautiful,’ he says, with such sincerity your heart does a funny double beat. Then, ‘bloody Namjoon. If you’re going to be on anyone’s arm it’s mine.’

You mull over his words as you head to the banquet hall, wondering why they make you feel all fluttery and molten inside.

***

The dragon-riders of Eosul fight like warriors, swear like sailors and apparently party like it’s their last night on Earth.

You press a little closer to Jungkook as two large men come barrelling down the hall, narrowly missing you.

‘What the fuck is in the mead?’ you ask.

Jungkook hiccups. ‘No idea. But it’s potent.’

You look up at him and realise his eyes are glazed over. ‘Jaesu, Jungkook, how much have you had to drink already?’

‘Just —’ Jungkook tilts his head to one side, open-mouthed, counting out loud.

You stop listening when he gets past five.

‘Come on, I’m gonna get you some water.’

You’re half-carrying Jungkook to the water fountain when a warm arm slides around his waist from the other side, taking his weight off you.

You look up to see Namjoon, still dressed in the black chain-mail of his armour.

He smiles at you. ‘It looked like you needed a hand,’ he says, holding Jungkook up effortlessly.

You smile gratefully at him. ‘I was just going to get him some water,’ you say.

Jungkook’s smiling to himself, oblivious to you and Namjoon holding him up. He sings a raunchy ballad as you get him to his chamber. The sweetness of his voice somehow manages to temper the fact that he’s singing about fucking.

Namjoon gets him into bed and you pull the covers over him.

Jungkook falls asleep promptly, tucking his hands under his face like a child.

Outside his chamber, you turn to Namjoon. ‘Thank you for helping me,’ you say.

Namjoon tilts his head to one side. A dimple flashes in one cheek.

His chain-mail clad arm rests on the wall beside your head, and he’s standing so close to you, sandwiching you between his broad frame and the wall, that you can feel how warm he is.

The man radiates warmth, both from the sheer size of him, and the intense, fiery look in his eyes.

‘You look very beautiful, blue suits you,’ he tells you.

You can feel yourself melting under his gaze.

A tremendous crash reverberates through the castle, shaking the walls.

Namjoon swears. ‘It’s the dragons,’ he tells you. ‘When everyone gets merry like this, sometimes the dragons get worked up.’

You stare up at him, wide-eyed.

‘You’ll be fine,’ he says. ‘Stay here where it’s safe.’

He’s already turning, running down the corridor, fast despite his size.

You check in on Jungkook, who miraculously, is still asleep.

Then you run after Namjoon.

There’s no fucking way you’re missing a chance to see the dragons in action.

***

You can’t believe you’re watching a dragon fight.

You’re on one of the castle balconies, watching in awe as Jimin wrangles one of the magnificent beasts. His skin glows in the moonlight, and with his light hair, he looks ethereal. Well, he would look ethereal, if it weren’t for the fact he’s inexplicably shirtless, muscles rippling in his back as he leans forward over the neck of the dragon, graceful and deadly.

Next to him, Namjoon, regrettably still dressed, has mounted a dragon with scales as black as his armour. They’re a striking, incredible pair, the size of his beast bigger than the rest of the creatures in the fray.

A flame licks out metres from where you’re standing, and you step back quickly.

Beside you, a throat clears. ‘May I?’

You’re nodding without clarifying, and an instant later, the man who’s asked permission mutters, ‘Force field.’

The air shimmers around you.

‘It’s safer to watch from under a forcefield,’ he explains.

‘Oh, thank you,’ you say, grateful. ‘I’m Y/N, from Daranthia.’

‘Min Yoongi,’ says the man. He looks at you, eyes sharp and penetrating.

You wonder what’s in the water on Mount Halji that makes all the men who live here able to fluster you with their gaze.

‘That mark on your back,’ he says, casual. ‘It looks familiar.’

You’d forgotten that the gown gifted to you is backless, cut almost to the curve of your ass.

You turn away from the dragons clashing in front of you and look at him curiously. ‘Have you seen it before?’

Min Yoongi isn’t in armour like the other men you’ve met so far, in fact, he’s dressed simply, in a velvet jacket and shirt.

He nods at your curious look. ‘I’m a sage from Ijil, across the gulf.’

You’ve never been to Ijil, but that’s not unusual. Ijil’s residents are descended from enchanters and wizards, the whole place teems with magic and wisdom. Or so you’ve heard. Ijil protects its borders by being difficult, almost impossible to find.

He hasn’t answered your question.

‘What brings you to Eosul?’ you ask.

‘This and that,’ he says, vague.

Seeing your incredulous look, he laughs. ‘I’m friends with Jimin.’

A flash of heat licks along the forcefield he’s conjured over the two of you, and Yoongi grimaces. ‘It’s getting hot. Should we go inside?’

You glance at the magnificent beasts flying above you. The conflict seems to be dying down.

You follow Yoongi into the castle and run into Hoseok, panting like he’s run a marathon.

‘Where were you?’ he asks. He runs a hand over his face. ‘I —-‘

He doesn’t finish his sentence because Namjoon strides up to your group. He’s sweating, large chest heaving as he looks at you and asks, ‘are you all right?’

Yoongi stands apart from your little triangle and snickers.

You say, very firmly, ‘I’m fine. Yoongi conjured a forcefield to keep us safe. Good night, boys.’

You turn and walk down the corridor to your room.

You feel eyes burning into your bare back as you go. You’re not sure who you want them to belong to.

***

Jungkook’s eaten his way through most of the breakfast spread by the time you’ve finished nursing your mug of arabica.

He offers you a tangerine he’s just peeled, proudly.

You accept and are rewarded with a boyish smile.

‘Should we practice with our lances after this?’ he asks.

‘Sure,’ you agree. ‘Let me just check on Hoseok and I’ll meet you in the courtyard.’

You knock on Hoseok’s door and push it open when you hear his voice.

He’s on the floor by the bed, stretching. There’s a light sheen of sweat on his skin.

‘Just wanted to check you were ok,’ you say. ‘Jungkook and I are going to do lance practice in the courtyard.’

‘I’ll be down in a moment,’ Hoseok says.

His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and it’s so unlike him you stop.

‘Are you ok, Hobi?’ you ask.

‘What kind of prince would give up on his kingdom?’ he asks.

He looks at you, his beautiful mouth twisting into something that’s more a grimace than a smile.

‘We’ll get Daranthia back,’ you tell him. You kneel in front of him so he’ll look at you.

Quickly, you kiss his cheek, near his mouth.

‘Don’t lose hope, Hobi.’

He’s still staring at your mouth. ‘Y/N,’ he says, husky.

You’re already up, heading for the door.

***

You’re sparring with Jungkook, working up a sweat because although you’ve trained him, he’s taken to it like a duck to water.

Your lances clash, the wood vibrating under the force of your blows.

As you whirl, you realise you’re no longer alone.

Namjoon and Jimin are on the edge of the courtyard, watching. They’re out of armour, dressed simply like you and Jungkook.

Jungkook’s swing would have hit you on the head if you hadn’t leaned back at the last instant. As it is, it catches your hair, flipping it into your face.

You dive for his feet and he stumbles. You lunge the point of your lance against his chest, pinning him to the ground.

‘Can I spar with you?’ Namjoon asks. He’s much closer than before.

You can’t help it, the flirt in you snaps, ‘why? Do you wish to see me impaled on your stick, Commander?’

He laughs, voice so deep it’s like a rumble in his chest.

‘Plenty of time for that later, my lady.’

‘If anyone’s doing any impaling, it’ll be me,’ Hoseok says. He reaches for your lance. ‘Let’s go, Joon.’

You watch apprehensively as Hoseok and Namjoon circle each other, lances braced.

‘Wow,’ comes Yoongi’s dry voice. ‘A clash of manhood.’

You laugh. ‘I believe the other name for lance is penis extension.’

‘Size never matters as much as attention to detail,’ Yoongi murmurs.

His dark eyes flick to yours, and the heat in your face makes his lips curl in a smirk.

‘You could at least pretend to be watching, princess,’ Yoongi says. ‘They’re fighting for your favour, you know.’

‘I’m not a princess,’ you say, rolling your eyes.

‘Aren’t you?’ muses Yoongi.

He jerks his chin to Hoseok and Namjoon, grappling like a kingdom’s at stake.

Namjoon’s stronger, bolder in his strikes, whilst Hoseok’s quick on his feet, pressing any advantage he’s given.

You’d say they’re evenly matched.

The lances clash up in the air, and you watch, worried, as the cross starts listing towards Hoseok.

There’s a sharp crack, a blinding flash, and the smell of burning fills the air.

Both lances are on fire. They fall to the ground.

Hoseok looks up. ‘Jungkook?’

‘It wasn’t me,’ Jungkook pipes up from the edge of the courtyard.

You glance at Yoongi, but he just nods to himself and walks off.

Namjoon glares at Hoseok. ‘Did you just invoke the Flames because you were losing?’

‘Firstly, I wasn’t losing,’ Hoseok replies, a picture of innocence. ‘But also, that wasn’t me.’

Namjoon looks unconvinced.

‘We set off at mid-day,’ he says. He glances at you. ‘You can ride with me, if you wish.’

‘I can ride my own steed,’ you reply, ‘but thank you, Commander.’

You bow politely as Namjoon leaves.

***

You were silly to not take Commander Namjoon up on his offer to ride with him.

The big man looks as magnificent on a horse as he does on a dragon.

You’re starting to think he’d look good mounting anything. Including you.

Jungkook and Jimin are riding ahead, playing a ridiculous but deadly serious game involving low-hanging branches and acrobatics that seem to require boundless amounts of core strength.

Yoongi’s up ahead with Namjoon, reading a tome that looks like it smells of witchery and mustiness. He’s cleverly conjured a leather strap connecting his steed to Namjoon’s stallion.

Hoseok pulls up beside you.

‘Remember when we used to ride in the forests of Paitin,’ he asks.

You smile at the memory. You’re not much of a rider, but Hoseok is. He used to drag you along with him, following the path of the Juran stream that runs through Paitin.

The sunlight filtering through the canopy had always flattered Hoseok’s beautiful profile.

You remember finding an abandoned cottage in the woods once.

You’ll always remember the way Hoseok had held you that one time, the breathless kisses you’d shared. The way his golden skin felt under your hands.

You glance at him, and he’s looking back at you, a smile on his face.

There’s no mocking in it, not that you can see, anyway.

You’re distracted by loud shouting from up ahead.

‘Get the horses to shelter,’ Namjoon commands, doubling back to you and Hoseok. ‘It’s fire demons.’

God damn it.

Fire demons are deeply irritating in so many ways, with their stony bodies and penchants for shooting firebolts. Horses are terrified of them.

You’re already on the ground, taking the reins Hoseok’s slapped into your palm, curling them around your fist with your own.

Namjoon tosses you his reins, and he and Hoseok take off to help Jimin and Jungkook.

Namjoon’s huge stallion stamps its foot restlessly. You put your face against its nose, trying to calm it.

Beside you, Yoongi’s murmuring what sounds like a calming incantation, his deep voice low and melodic.

You lead the horses away from the fray to a clearing.

Moments later, Jimin and Jungkook run into view, flanked by their horses.

Namjoon’s right behind them.

‘A forcefield would be good right about now,’ he bellows to Yoongi.

Yoongi looks at him and raises a brow. ‘Say magic is better than muscles.’

You laugh despite yourself at Namjoon’s face.

‘Muscles are better,’ mutters Jungkook.

‘Where’s Hobi?’ you ask.

‘Magic is better than muscles. Forcefield us, Yoongi, or I swear to Jaesu –’

Hoseok barrels into the clearing, a fire demon hot on his tail. A bolt flashes past his arm, and you grab him.

‘Get back!’ Hoseok shouts. He tackles you to the ground.

You land hard on your back, Hoseok’s body covering yours.

‘Forcefield,’ Yoongi finally says, casual.

The air shimmers above you, halting the firebolt that would have landed on Hoseok’s back.

Hoseok buries his face in your neck.

‘Am I dead?’ he asks.

‘Not yet,’ you reply.

‘Really?’ he asks. He lifts his head to smile at you. ‘Because it feels pretty fucking heavenly being on top of you like this.’

You don’t want to encourage his bad pick-up lines but you do find him pretty fucking funny, you’re not gonna lie.

***

You’re helping Hoseok tend to the wounds he got in the fire demon attack, in a small brook near the clearing.

He’s trying to convince you that you could have been injured too when he tackled you, and that he needs to check your ass.

You laugh when he makes a big fuss over a small graze near your elbow.

He runs a finger over it gently.

The late afternoon sun makes the water in the brook look like it’s liquid fire. It’s how your insides feel when Hoseok’s touching you like this.

‘Can I see your mark?’ he asks quietly.

You turn and he tugs gently at the neck of your loose top. His lips on your mark make you shiver.

‘I want you,’ he says, simply.

You turn in his arms for the kiss you’ve been waiting for since you started on this journey.

He’s the royal prince of Daranthia, but even if he were just Hobi he’d still be everything you ever wanted.

***

There’s something about Hoseok’s height when he’s got you like this, pinned against a tree, that makes you feel weak at the knees. He’s solid, strong, just tall enough that you have to look up at him to meet his eyes.

You press a kiss to the line of his collarbone, and he huffs out a breath against your cheek.

‘What if someone walks in on us?’ you ask, breathlessly because his lips are tracing your cheekbone, heading south to your mouth.

‘Then they’ll get to see the crown jewels,’ Hoseok says, straight-faced.

You burst out laughing and shove at him. He doesn’t budge an inch.

‘When did you get so strong?’ you murmur.

‘I was always this strong,’ he replies. ‘I just let you protect me because it’s cute.’

You want to slap the smirk off his face, but damn it to hellfire, you want to kiss him more.

Hoseok’s lips are firm, warm like you remember them, and the feel of them on yours makes your toes curl.

‘Hobi,’ you murmur, and he rolls his hips against yours, knowing, ready to give you what you’re asking for.

He slips a hand under the waistband of your cotton breeches, cupping you, fingertips pressing against you.

‘I’ve been thinking about you, like this,’ he tells you, voice raspy against your ear.

‘Against a tree?’ you ask, trying not to moan as his fingers explore.

‘I’ll get Yoongi to magic up a bed right now if you want one,’ he says, and you know he would if you asked, shameless freak that he is.

‘But honestly, any surface will do as long as you’ll let me fuck you into it,’ he continues.

‘Romantic,’ you tease. Your hand slides down his front, over his flat stomach, over the bulge in his breeches. He hisses as you stroke him over the soft material.

‘I’m gonna make a mess if you don’t stop,’ he tells you, hand covering yours, making you still.

His thumb circles your clit slowly, purposefully, like he has all the time in the world despite the urgency you can hear in his voice.

‘Do you want romance?’ he asks, quietly, against your ear. ‘I’d give up my kingdom for you, my love. I would take you right now and run, abandon my people and my responsibilities, if I could guarantee you the life you deserve.’

His voice, low in your ear, raspy with want, coupled with his skillful fingers, makes the moan you’ve been holding back spill from your lips.

‘Do you want that?’ he asks, and there’s a note in his voice now that makes you look at him closely.

‘I want you, Hobi,’ you say, honestly, and he groans then.

‘Stop looking at me like that, my love. It makes me want to give you the world.’

‘Why don’t we start with your cock?’ you ask.

Hoseok’s still laughing as he enters you. He stops talking then, and for a long time, the world’s reduced to his body against yours, the feeling of his cock filling you, the touch of his lips against your skin.

He picks up the pace as you sigh into his ear, body taut like a bow. You marvel over his control, the strength vibrating through him as he takes his pleasure from you and gives you yours.

Afterward, he lays you on the ground with him.

‘Did you mean what you said?’ you ask.

‘That your cunt makes me believe in miracles?’ Hoseok asks, idly tracing a finger over your bare shoulder.

‘Did you say that?’ you ask, horrified.

‘It does,’ Hoseok affirms. ‘But I suspect you’re asking about me giving up the kingdom for you.’

You meet his gaze.

‘In a heartbeat,’ he tells you.

There’s footsteps in the brush, you sit up quickly as Jimin comes into view.

‘We’ve got to go. They’ve got Jungkook.’

***

‘They’ are the treacherous Halians, who’d kidnapped Jungkook whilst you and Hoseok had been cannoodling in the woods.

Namjoon eyes you and Hoseok as you approach but doesn’t say anything.

‘If we take the dragons and fly all night we can be at Daranthia by first light,’ Jimin says.

‘And then we fight?’

‘Then we fight,’ Namjoon says, grimly. He glances at Hoseok. ‘You’d better be ready to invoke the Flames.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Hoseok replies, determined. ‘I’ll do my part. Let’s get Jungkook.’

Namjoon and Jimin exchange a look.

‘The dragons are up on the ridge, waiting,’ Namjoon tells you.

Yoongi looks the most animated you’ve ever seen him. ‘Let’s get the kid back.’

You raise an eyebrow at him.

‘What?’ Yoongi asks, defensive. ‘He’s too muscle-bound for his own good, but he’s a nice kid.’

You, Yoongi and Jimin climb onto one dragon whilst Hoseok and Namjoon mount the other.

Jimin looks over his shoulder at you and Yoongi. ‘Ever ridden a dragon before?’

***

It’s first light when you land on the cliffs overlooking Daranthia. The dawn is stunning, the blanket of night giving way to the pinks and purples of early morning.

To the west lies the sea of Arahi, and to the east, the mountains of Eosul.

Sandwiched in between is Daranthia, the most beautiful city this side of heaven.

Namjoon, now dressed in full battle gear, imposing and terrifying in his all-black armour, looks at you and Hobi.

‘I’ll lead the first wave,’ he says, calm.

The stillness of the air around you is broken by the arrival of the army of dragon-riders.

Dozens of dragons, each topped by a dragon-rider in battle gear, get into formation above your heads.

The thundering of wings is enough to strike fear into your heart, even though you know they’re not here for you.

For the first time, you feel a modicum of pity for the treacherous Halians.

They haven’t got a chance.

‘I’ll see you on the other side,’ Namjoon says.

He mounts his beast, and raises his arm above his head. And then they’re off, swooping towards Daranthia.

Jimin’s already on his dragon. He tosses you a wave as he flies off, tasked with finding Jungkook.

‘It’s just us left,’ you say quietly.

Hoseok nods. ‘Time to invoke the Flames.’

‘In case you haven’t figured it out yet,’ Yoongi says.

You both turn to him.

‘The mark on your shoulder blade. It’s the brand of the royal family of Daranthia.’

Hoseok furrows his brow, perplexed.

Yoongi tilts his head at you, almost exasperated.

‘Invoking the Flames of Daranthia is an inherited talent passed on to those of the true royal family,’ Yoongi says, rolling his eyes. ‘That’s you, princess.’

Your head is spinning.

‘What? Hoseok’s the royal prince.’

‘Call him whatever you want in the bedroom, I don’t care. But there’s only one person here of royal blood, and it’s not him,’ Yoongi tells you, gently.

‘What’s my mark?’ Hoseok asks.

‘It’s the mark of the one who serves the royal princess,’ Yoongi says. ‘It’s ingenious really, swapping you at birth like that.’

Hoseok’s nodding, and you’re struggling to keep up.

‘It wasn’t me who invoked the Flame when I was sparring with Namjoon,’ Hoseok says, awed. ‘It was you.’

‘As much as I’d like to give you time to process,’ Yoongi says, sounding like he’s thinking the exact opposite, ‘there’s a war that’s just begun, and you’ve got the power to stop it before too much blood is shed.’

‘Come on, princess. Let’s get the kingdom back,’ Hoseok says.

He takes your hand, and you repeat the words of the incantation after him.

Moments later, the Flames of Daranthia scorch a path across your kingdom, laying waste to the treacherous villains within it.

And then, the world implodes in the inferno.

***

You, Yoongi and Hoseok have made it to the Daranthian palace.

Jimin’s the first to arrive, landing gracefully in the courtyard with his beautiful, sleek dragon and a sweaty but unharmed Jungkook.

He runs for a hug, and you swipe your thumb over the soot on his cheek. ‘You ok, Jungkook?’

‘I’m good,’ he replies, trying to pull Yoongi into a hug with you. Yoongi ducks under his heavy arm with a muttered, ‘no thank you.’

Next to arrive is Namjoon, sweeping into the courtyard like he belongs here. There’s blood trickling down his sweaty brow, but it only adds to his overall appeal.

Damn, his arms.

Hoseok nudges you. ‘Close your mouth, princess.’

You check to see if he’s bothered by this, but he just smiles.

‘Good job, Hoseok,’ Namjoon says.

‘It was Y/N, actually. Turns out she’s the real princess of Daranthia.’

Namjoon absorbs this and turns to you.

He drops to one knee in front you, all six feet of him, and bows his head. ‘My queen.’

Hoseok rolls his eyes and steps in between you. ‘So fucking annoying,’ he mutters.

Hoseok turns to you. ‘Now that it turns out I’m not the actual royal prince, all I have to offer you is my pretty face, my beautiful body and my cheeky but irreverent charm. Will you still have me, my love?’

You look up at Hoseok, the man you’ve always loved. His eyes are steady on yours.

‘Yeah you’ll do,’ you say.

His smile is bright like the sun.

©hamsterclaw 2022

#hoseok x reader #hoseok fanfic #hoseok smut #fantasy au #btscarnivalnet #jhope smut #jhope x reader

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blu-joons · 3 years ago

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When They Get Clingy ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

“That’s what the delicious smell is,” Jin chimed as he walked down the stairs and straight into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I didn’t know where you’d got to.”

Your hand quickly hit Jin’s away as he tried to grab the ladle and give you a helping hand. “I thought I’d come without telling you so that I can try and cook without you trying to help me out.”

“But I enjoy helping you and teaching you.”

Your eyes glanced back as he rested against your shoulder, “you don’t help, you just think you’re helping as an excuse to spend more time with me.”

“You know me so well,” he chuckled back at you, “do you need any help by any chance?”

The smile on his face widened, which he knew always cornered you. “I don’t need help, but you can stay here if you want to that badly.”

“Sounds good to me,” he mused, swaying your figure from side to side, “I hope you weren’t just planning on making that for you though.”

There was a moment of pause before you spoke, “of course, I was definitely going to share.”

“You’re such a liar, I can’t believe you.”

Yoongi:

“Oi,” a voice grumbled as you continued to type away on your laptop. Yoongi’s figure walked across the room, perching on the end of your desk, watching what you did closely.

Once you’d finished typing your email, your eyes glanced across to him. “Why are you saying oi?” You laughed, placing your laptop out of your lap and onto your desk. “Do you want something?”

“You’ve been working for ages, what about me?”

Your hand instantly reached out as Yoongi’s reached to try and close down your laptop. “No, I’m busy, you’re just going to have to wait a while.”

“No,” Yoongi whined, pouting back at you, “I know you can’t resist me for too long.”

Your head shook back at him, “I reckon I could resist you for a good while when I’ve got an inbox full of emails that need replying to.”

“I’ll help,” he offered cheerfully, sliding further along your desk, “or I’ll just keep you company, just let me stay here for a while.”

A soft sigh came from you, “you can stay, just try not to get too clingy so I can work.”

“I’m not making any promises right now.”

Hoseok:

“Dance with me,” Hobi blushed as the music that played in the background turned slow. Your head shook, but he stepped closer towards you anyway. “Come on, it’ll be a nice moment for us.”

Before you could argue, his hand had grabbed you anyway and pulled you tightly into his chest. “I don’t dance,” you tried to protest as his hands relaxed against your waist, swaying you gently.

“I’ll teach you, just stay nice and close to me.”

Your hands pressed against Hobi’s chest as you tried to follow his lead as best as you could. “I never realised that this was the sort of dance that you knew.”

“It’s not,” he laughed, “but I’ll take any chance that I can to get a little bit closer to you.”

Your head shook as a soft kiss was placed to the tip of your nose. “You know you can just say if you want to be a little closer to me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He grinned, picking up the pace in your movements, “we’ve got to practice these kinds of things for the future.”

Your eyes glanced back to him, “that’s a pretty big step into the future you’re thinking about.”

“I know, but I wouldn’t do it if I wasn’t certain.”

Namjoon:

“I’ve seen you read that same article several times,” a voice spoke up, startling you as you read across the newspaper, with the figure coming between you and the paper.

You chuckled softly as the top of Namjoon’s head nudged against your chin. “I’m just fascinated by the article, it’s actually quite an interesting read, if there wasn’t a head stopping me from doing so.”

“I’ve got some fascinating stories to share too.”

Your head shook back at Namjoon, “you tell me your fascinating stories all the time, but these ones are about the world, they’re important.”

“I’m important,” he continued to argue, “I’m the most important thing in the world to you.”

Your smile widened as your head nodded, “that may be true, but sometimes even the most important things need time on their own.”

“That’s tough luck for you, because I’m quite enjoying laying here, I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he quickly clarified for you.

Your chin nudged against his head, “you really want to be with me this much right now?”

“More than anything, I’ll be still, promise.”

Jimin:

“Y/N,” Jimin whined from the sofa as you walked down the stairs, bag in hand ready to head out. “Why do you have to leave me? Isn’t a night in with me much more appealing?”

Your head shook as you walked into the room, “drinks with the girls has been organised for weeks, I’m sure you can survive just one night by yourself Jimin, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Can’t I come, just to spend time with you?”

As you grabbed your phone, your eyes shot a glare in his direction. “I hate to break it to you, but the evening is called girl’s night for a reason.”

“I can be the exception,” he frowned, “I don’t want to be by myself right now, I want you.”

Your head shook once again in his direction, “call one of the boys if you’re that desperate for company, I’m sure they’ll come round.”

“But they’re not you,” he cried out, trying to grab onto your hand. “Are you really picking girl’s night over a cosy night in with me.”

Your head nodded, “stop being so dramatic, it’s one night, and I’m sure that you’ll survive.”

“I can’t believe you’re abandoning me Y/N.”

Taehyung:

“You look beautiful,” Taehyung’s voice complimented as soon as he walked into the room, admiring the outfit that you wore. “I’m definitely going to keep you well protected looking like that.”

You spun around slowly so that Taehyung could get a good look at your outfit. “It fits a lot better now that I’ve got my hair and makeup done, I just hope I look good enough around the others.”

“You’ll look the best; I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

Your eyes rolled as Taehyung closed the gap between the two of you, “you’re at a work event tonight, you don’t want to cause any bother for yourself.”

“Even if I do,” he began to reply, “it’ll be your fault for looking so beautiful tonight.”

Your hand pushed gently against his chest, “no way am I going to let you excuse your clingy behaviour on me, that’s all on you.”

“I don’t care,” he admitted, resting his hands on your hips, “I can’t wait to show you off tonight and show everyone how well I’ve done.”

Once more, your eyes rolled, “remember this is about work tonight, and not us Taehyung.”

“Every moment of my life is about you secretly.”

Jungkook:

“I’m here,” a soft voice whimpered, pressing themselves against your back, with their arm snaking around your waist, waking you up as you tried to drift off into a sweet dream.

You hummed behind you to Jungkook, “I didn’t realise that I’d lost you,” you teased, feeling his grip on you tighten. “You’re extra cuddly this evening, has anything happened to make you like this?”

“Just you. I just want to be with you.”

A soft chuckle escaped from you, thankful that the dark room hid the blush on your cheeks. “You’ve been with me all day on your day off Kook.”

“I know,” he responded in a whisper, “which is why I’ve realised how much I need you today.”

Your smile continued to widen, resting your hands over his on your waist. “I’m always here waiting for you, you’re just so busy these days.”

“I hate it,” he murmured against your back, “I wish I could hold onto you right now and never have to let you go again for work, or anything.”

You hummed softly, “for some reason, I think you might not be allowed to do that Kook.”

“I really wish I was sometimes though.”

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mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa · 2 years ago

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Lol I wasn't trying to pick a fight. When I said poorly done edits I meant by bighit editors like teleporting them and stuff 😆. I was really curious as to what made you believe in them because sometimes you have good knck of analysis that so many things makes sense. I just wanted to know if you havediff perspective. You also said in one anons ask that you prefer concrete evidence so thought I'll ask.

No worries I get sometimes it's hard to explain our beliefs.

Hi, thanks for clarifying what you meant. And yes the BigHit editors are notorious, lol, particularly pre-2020.

Whilst I can't pinpoint the moment, as it took place over several months of realising that this ship was real, I can say 2018 as a whole and what I observed was probably the key era. There are several things, when added up, started to solidify in my mind there relationship was probably more than just friends...

The Namsen Hotel Date

Taekook on 26th January were photographed at the restaurant of a Namsen hotel, about 10 mins aware from their Dorm at the time, they were along. In order to book at the hotel, reservations most be done in advance. Two months later, Jimin said this in a magazine interview:

Dispatch, Contract negotiations and the rumour of a gay couple, 2 years apart in age from the same top idol group

Back in 2016, a rumour emerged of a high profile idol group had a couple where the two were 2 years apart in age, that in Dispatch's 2017, would be the annual couple revealed by them. After this, Taekook were clearly being separated and content edited to show them as not being close. The rumour re-emerged in 2018, just as BTS's contract renewal/possibly disbandment was happening. All those rumours disappeared once the contract was renewed, and it appeared that Dispatch had a special arrangement with BTS for exclusive content. But here's the thing everytime Dispatched published anything about BTS, the featured photo would always be Taekook. And let us not forget the instagram post when Dispatched use the love hearts and the gay male couple emojis with a photo of Taekook...

Yoongi's Text to just them and the way the members talked about and treated them

During Festa 2018 (then again in a Japanese TV show, Taekook talk about receiving same a long message from Yoongi telling them he loves them. They were together when reading and supposed both cried. I found it very strange that Yoongi would need to send them both the same message unless it directly related to both of them.

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Another thing that happen this year was the constant way the members would push them together, or mentioned them as being the same or different that the rest of the members, and only share playlists with each other and not the group...

Summer Package, Bon Voyage 3 & GCF

Summer Package and Saipan GCF, showed a very clingy Taekook, Tae wanting JK to do the same thing as him. The fact they went for an early morning stroll on the beach in pyjamas to film part of the GCF (something of a recurring them for them in both In the Soop and a private holiday. The, summer package was when JK challenged Tae when he called JK a friend (everything a little weird for a bit there).

Also let us not forget GCF Newark and vlive from the previous day that was suspicious.

Bon Voyage, was interesting, because 1 big thing happened at that time, Tae's grandfather passed away shortly before filming, and was the reason for his absence. Whilst, Tae was not there JK was constantly on his phone, when he arrived in Malta we barely saw it again. Then of course JK (and the teams) not so subtle way of allowing Tae to share with JK, in a double bed. There were weird things happening, like the ever depleted toilet tissue and JK's weird way of waking up, like he had something on his fingers, the cuddling and how the members tried to make a joke of it but it was not really working. Things were just odd. Then of course were the hidden moments not in BV3, like Taekook going for a stroll together and two bodyguards, only to be stopped by a Red Bull van, or the moonlight walk and drinks that only Taekook appeared to do together.

The two Taekook kisses and general clinginess.

Kiss 1 the concert nape kiss:

JK's reaction was interesting...

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Then you have the exclusive fan content cheek kisses:

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The reaction and what the members say is interesting, as it seems that do this sort of thing a lot in the dorm and they are also concern if they are allowed to do this...

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Also this year, Taekook became very clingy...

Like I said, not one thing but many that make me think... yep a couple.

About the Concrete Evidence

Regarding, concrete evidence, perhaps "concrete" isn't the correct word to use and maybe "actual" is better. All fans and shippers who create content (outside of fan fiction, of course), will focus that content on what they love. Taekookers focus the content on Tae and JK, Jikookers on JK and Jimin etc... sometimes to the point of editing out other people and additional context that gives you a bigger picture to what you're seeing.

That is why, whenever I watch a Taekook Analysis or Compilation Video, see a post on Tumblr or a Tweet that says/shows something, I'm aware that what I may be seeing is not be the whole picture or context.

So I try best to find and watch the original video, photo or tweet etc, without a Taekook fan's focus on it, so I can see the full context of what they're trying to say.

I would tell anyone to do the same with anything Taekook/BTS related posted on here. Don't just take my word for it, do your own research and make up your own mind.

#my asks #taekook #taekook is real #why i think JK and Tae might be real

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bts-hyperfixation · 3 years ago

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Another Failed Pregnancy Test.

Warning: This is a reaction to Y/N struggling to conceive. I have added the majority under the cut as I know it can be triggering.

BTS reactions to you finding it difficult to get pregnant

Namjoon

You've been trying to conceive pretty much since your honeymoon… 2 years ago

He is smiling and trying to reassure you

The smile doesn't reach his eyes anymore

The doctor can't find anything wrong making it even more frustrating

The next night you come home to a perfectly catered date night flower petals, non pregnancy-oriented food, cocktails, and a movie set up on the projector facing the hot tub

You try to talk about your options but namjoon shushes shipped every time tonight is a night to let go

A few days later you research fostering can't hurt to help and love more kids while you keep trying

The more the merrier in your home

Seokjin

You had decided to wait

BTS were the height of their careers when you got married and he still had military service left fulfil

A decision you regret as you stand hands entwined together in your bathroom 6 years into your marriage and another white stick showing a negative result

The doctors told you it be difficult but not impossible and that little shining thread was keeping you going

He pulls you in close and whispers the same affirmations as last time and the time before

He mostly just holds you so you can't see the tears in his eyes despite the fact you know they’re there

Yoongi

Baby number one came so easily

Your perfect little honeymoon baby born nine months to the day after your wedding

Around his 2nd birthday he asked for a baby brother or sister. You and Yoongi agreed it would be the right time to try again

But then his third birthday rolls around

Then his 4th

And his fifth

Still no joy

Luckily as he gained more friends he stopped asking but it didn't make you any less sad

Eventually doctors managed to find a complication they must have missed from your original pregnancy referring you to IVF or surrogacy

It hurts a little too much to think of someone else carrying your baby right now.

Hoseok

Hobi is the best at hiding his sad feelings

The first year and a half didn't even seem to dent him

Ever the optimist

He doesn't let you see the panic as he holds you close

You find the facility letter hidden in his desk while searching for a pen

It’s late when he comes home from practise you shower him with affection making him laugh and try to hold you at bay

He takes off his shoes and lets you lead him to his study

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“I didn't want to worry you”

“In sickness and in health Hobi.”

You open the letter together.

Jimin

Every negative is a challenge to Jimin

More research

New exercises

Food from old wives tales

Anything that could possibly have any effect

You draw a line at ice baths whole lemons trying to talk him down

It's only been 12 months and you’re young

You have time

You force him to relax.

You hide his books from him and turn the Wi-Fi off when he gets that look in his eyes.

Taehyung

Tae wants an army of his own

His own Vonn Trapp family production

And slowly he took you from two kids to four

Problem was you were struggling with one

The longer the negatives went on the more worried you got about not being able to give tae the only thing he'd ever asked you for

Your heart broke more every time he squeezed your hand and told you that you could just try again

You went to get checked without him

But he picked up the phone when they called with the results

He cried for a long time when you realised you were scared to tell him how worried you were

He spent ages reassuring you that just you are enough for him, and there were other options to have kids if you’re open to them, but he is happy staying just the two of you.

He was so busy trying to make you feel better, it slipped his mind for a little too long the doctor said you were medically fine.

Jungkook

Funny thing is for the first test you had been hoping for a negative result

You had been dating for two years and it was just after a world tour, and you’d forgotten to be careful.

It was the longest 2 minutes of your life but when it was over you weren't relieved

You turn to find JK with the same confused disappointment written all over his face

It's a long night of serious conversations that follows

Somehow landing on the decision that a mini you running around wouldn't be the worst idea

Sadly, the world had other plans

A year later you're engaged but still without child this was the last try before you went back onto birth control in order to set a wedding date that you could enjoy without pregnancy ruining the day

More than a little dismayed not to have your own little flower girl or page boy.

Tomorrow-ish Part 2

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction || Look Younger Than You Are [Request]

BTS X GN!Reader

A/N: As someone who is 23 and regularly gets told I look 16 and constantly gets ID’d for things I relate to this on a personal level.

Seokjin:

Jin had left you in the line to go and find something else that was in the store so when you got to the checkout the guy waited for a moment before looking around,

"Where are your parents?" You stared at him a little confused,

"I'm with my boyfriend, he just went to get something." He nodded his head and didn't ring you up,

"You can ring it up,"

"You have money?!" His voice came out strained as he stared at you a little gone out, you pulled out your purse and nodded your head when he looked back at the items.

"Do you have any ID for the wine you're buying?" You took your ID out from your purse, this was nothing new you got this all the time. It had happened the week before when you and Jin were out to dinner. The waitress offered you a younger menu rather than the adult one which caused Jin to go into a massive laughing fit.

"Everything okay?" Jin asked coming up behind you and kissing the top of your head,

"It's fine, just need ID for the wine." The guy checked everything over before deciding it was okay for you and Jin to go and you rolled your eyes.

"Maybe I should start adding wrinkles to my face with some makeup, make me look older," You sighed taking the shopping cart toward the car while Jin kept his mouth shut if he opened it he would start making jokes about how young you looked and he didn't think he would be able to stop himself.

“Laugh all you want Jinnie you’re the one that looks like you’re dating a teenager.” You cooed tapping his chin and walking away from him to put the shopping cart back.

Yoongi:

"I'm just at the store picking up some energy drinks now," You said down the phone to Yoongi as you placed the items onto the checkout, the woman watched you carefully and at first you thought it was because you were looking a little suspicious, you had a giant overnight bag so it might have looked like you were trying to rob the place but then she smiled at you.

"Do you have any ID?" You stared at her in silence until you heard Yoongi laughing so hard you thought he was going to stop breathing, he kept laughing the whole time you looked for your ID and gave it to her.

"Oh my...I thought you were much younger than this...I'm sorry." You smiled awkwardly at her and she handed you back your ID card and you began packing up your bags ignoring Yoongi who was still finding the whole thing far too funny.

"I'm not coming to the studio if you keep laughing at me." You warned him as you loaded up the car filled with bags of shopping you'd just gotten from the store but he kept laughing.

"Yoongi I'm not going to come-"

"Do you have any ID?!" He laughed even louder so you hung up the phone on him and began driving to the studio, you always got ID'd for stupid things. You hated that you didn't look your age, you looked so much younger than you were and it annoyed you to the point where you'd just accept it. Though it did have it's benefits like getting on public transport for teenage fair instead of full adult prices.

When you got to the studio Yoongi was still laughing as you walked into the room and placed his drinks in front of him,

"You can get them for yourself next time," You whined as he brought you into a loving kiss and told you how much he loved you to make up for laughing at you.

Hoseok:

There were a lot of articles now slandering Hoseok for dating you, people had caught you out together and snapped photos which instantly started dating rumours and then came the rumours about your age. Everyone claiming to know it despite getting it years wrong. You were just a few months younger that Hoseok so it wasn't a big deal but the things they were stating in the articles was. Claiming that you were young enough to be his baby sister or Jungkook's sibling, that it was ''wrong'' for him to be dating you since you were so ''young''.

"It's such bullshit," You mumbled throwing your phone down onto the bed after Hoseok linked you another one of the articles, the PR team a BigHit were working on a way to get rid of everything and make your real age known but you just felt bad for Hoseok who had to deal with it all.

"Hobi-"

"No, the PR team will fix everything come here," He whispered opening his arms for you, you crawled over to him and laid your head down on his shoulder. You'd always looked younger than you were but you never thought it would cause problems like this for Hoseok, it was just a couple of months between you but you knew how young you looked. It had always been that way since you were a kid, you'd never looked your age. Hoseok kissed your cheek softly and squeezed you close to him,

"The main thing is I know how old you are and that everything will blow over soon." He reassured you and you kept your head resting on his shoulder.

Namjoon:

Namjoon was running late so you were attempting to order yourself and him a drink for the table but the waitress wasn't going to give you anything,

"This is clearly a fake ID." You stared at her and then down to your ID in her hand, it had been as real as the day you got it on your 19th birthday so you wanted to know how she could say it was fake,

"It's real-"

"Everything okay?" Namjoon kissed your head and sat down across from you looking at the waitress who was now shyly handing you your ID back and looking at Namjoon with flirty eyes.

"They're just trying to order alcohol sir, you should teach your child not to use fake ID's." You started laughing as you realised you looked young and Namjoon must have looked old enough to be your father.

"My partner is old enough to order whatever drink they choose." He reached across the table to take your hand in his and kissed the top of it to make it clear that you were dating and not father and child.

"O-Oh I'm so sorry! You just- You look so young and I just-"

"It's fine, I get that a lot." You assured her it was fine and she insisted on letting you have your drinks on the house for any inconvenience she caused.

Jimin:

"Hi, baby how you doing?" You turned around to see a 16-year-old boy talking to you with a giant smirk on his face, you looked at Jimin who was now hiding into his drink beside you.

"I'm fine thanks but I'm not really-"

"I've been watching you for a while, you should ditch your older brother here and come with me." Jimin laughed so hard he spat his drink back out into his cup and you nudged his side begging for him to do something but it wasn't going to work, he was enjoying this far too much to put a stop to it.

"He's not my brother, he's my boyfriend." You told him as you tried to take a step closer to Jimin who was now wrapping his arm around your waist,

"You like older guys-"

"I'm his age," You told the kid who was now blushing a deep shade of red and stumbling over his words as he looked over at his friends, they were all laughing about what had happened and you sighed at him.

"They dare you to come over?" He nodded and you kissed his cheek and slipped him a blank piece of paper,

"Tell them you got my number," You laughed turning back to Jimin and begging him to let you both leave now, you wanted to go home and cuddle with him.

Taehyung:

"You should be dating someone your age!" The elderly lady you were looking after scolded as you handed her the cup of tea you'd been making, you were volunteering at the old folks home and decided to bring Taehyung along with you to bring them some joy.

"He is my age," You laughed pouring another cup of tea for her friend who stared at you,

"He looks very old to be your age." You laughed once again and looked at Taehyung who was frowning wondering what was so funny over at your table, he finished serving and came over.

"How old do you think I am Miss Park?" You set the pot of tea down on their table and they shook their heads together,

"17 years old maybe 18," You started laughing harder and Taehyung tilted his head to the side,

"We'll put you at least 25," She said to Taehyung as he stared at you,

"We're the same age Miss Park," You assured her taking out your ID from your purse and showing it to her, she put on her giant reading glasses and then stared at you.

"You look far too young! It's a compliment my dear, when you get to my age you'll be wishing you looked younger." You smiled at them both and excused yourself to go and laugh some more in the corner.

Jungkook:

"Excuse me," You looked up to see an elderly man watching you and Jungkook closely, Jungkook was about to ask him if there was a problem when he began to speak to you,

"I was just wondering what you were doing out of school, it seems a little early for high school students to be out," You looked down at your work uniform, it did strike an old similarity to a school uniform but you didn't think it was that bad,

"Oh I was...This is my work uniform, I'm not in school and haven't been for a few years." You laughed softly trying to brush the subject away but the man wasn't letting it go that easily,

"Kids dropping out these days, disgusting." Your eyes widened and Jungkook stared at you,

"Sir, they're the same age as me, a couple of months younger but they're not as young as you're assuming I assure you." He laughed softly looking at you as you nervously agreed with him,

"I can show you my ID-"

"No, No I'm sorry dear, my mistake." He chuckled taking your hand and patting the top of it softly,

"You'll love that you look so young when you get older, you'll still need your ID to get served." You laughed softly and he walked away from the table leaving Jungkook to start laughing at you.

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ally22042000 · 4 years ago

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Linked by fate

Shifting

Werewolf AU

Fluff, Angst

OT7 x Reader

Pack Alpha: Namjoon Alpha: Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook Beta: Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung Omega: Y/N

Wordcount: 1.7K

Commenting and rebloging is always appreciated.

A/N: Hey, guys. I hope you are going to like this chapter. I was thinking about creating little mood boards, so you have an overview of their fur colour, etcetera. Let me know what you think about that. -Ally

It was in elementary when your animal instincts slowly started to make their appearances. While the position a wolf had was clear from birth, their natural behaviours didn’t start to show until later into their upbringings. Unhurriedly the process begins during childhood and steadily takes over more of their senses. The stronger instincts like the alpha’s power to force others to follow any of their command or heats and ruts, didn’t begin until the late teenage years. To ensure the safety of everyone and the capability for beta and omega parents to raise alpha children.

Another feature that slowly starts is the ability to turn into your wolf form. Namjoon was the first of our pack to shift. The calling to protect his younger to strong. It took over his body and made him show his true power as the pack alpha he was born to be. His parents were immensely proud, thankful that he wasn’t a late shifter. Wolfs that didn’t turn before their fourteenth birthday were often frowned upon and seen as a lacking member of the clan.

Next in line was Hobi. He had always had a strong connection to his basic instincts. Having been trained to fight from a young age and coming from a strong lineage of worriers, nobody was surprise that he shifted shortly after he turned nine. Since than he often favoured to walk around in is furred form. It felt more like himself, is what he said whenever someone asked.

Jungkook shift was a surprise to everyone. It was rare for someone, who didn’t come from a strong blood line to turn before their tenth birthday but like always the golden boy defeated any standards and turned on his eight birthday. All of you had gathered in his small living room. With his parents both being omegas they weren’t able to afford much. Most jobs, especially the ones who help authority, where given to alphas or betas. Omegas were regarded as to much of a push over to stand their ground when needed. That lead to them having a smaller income than the other to wolf species. But disregarding the financial consequences and the fact they wouldn’t be able to have a child with each other, they stayed together; their love too strong to break. Considering the impossibility of them having a child together, Jungkook knew from a young age, that he was adopted. A fact that never bothered him. Something his parents were eternally grateful for.

His mother brought in the cake and set it down in front of the little boy. Everyone around him was singing, while he closed his eyes and made a wish. Desiring that this moment would never fade, him surrounded by the people he cared deeply for. Everyone healthy and a smile painting their lips while they celebrated his birthday. He filled his lungs with air and looked at the eight little flames in front of him. But instead of the sound of rushing air and cheering, the ripping of cloth was heard, and a little black wolf was sat on the stool in lieu.

The room went silent everyone staring at the puppy with the big eyes. Slowly similes formed on their faces, happy that a new wolf found its fur. Cheers and clapping filled the room. Congratulations came flying Jungkook’s way, little hands stretching and shoving to touch his fur. His father returning with a camera and capturing the scene. His mother wiping away a stray tear of happiness. Glad she was able to witness that new chapter in her son’s live. Meanwhile Jin watched the situation from his chair unmoving and having eyes for one thing and one thing only: “Yeah, that’s really great but can we eat cake now.”

Jin and Tae funnily shifted at the same time. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and all of you with the exception of Namjoon and Hoseok, who were attending a pack meeting in request of their parents, were playing in Yoongi’s backyard. Both his parents were gone one a hunting trip for a few days, like they often were, leaving Yoongi and his brother on their own. The beta was in his wolf form, having turned a few weeks ago while turning on the shower and the water having been too cold. His brown fur with a read hint feeling silky as you braided it. When you stared, he let out a little huff, showing annoyance at your antics, but being too lazy to move he let you do your thing. You smirked to yourself, knowing that he actually enjoyed the feeling of your finger running through his fur.

Jimin and Jungkook were training on one side of the huge yard. Both of them started taking a liking to taekwondo. Meanwhile the other two troublemakers were playing a game of badminton on the other side of the field. A loud yell was heard, when Jin lost another point to the younger, the wind’s fault of course.

After two more failed attempts the oldest threw down his racked in anger and started chasing the dark haired. Laughter filled the air as Tae took off. The feel of the chase awoke something primal in Jin and before he knew it a new sensation washed over his skin and he suddenly chased Tae on four legs instead of the usual two. The youngers instincts were triggered by the older wolf chasing him and his own first shift took place. Tae had a soft looking, sand coloured fur, while Jin was another brown one but with more of an ashy touch.

The rest of the afternoon the both of them explored their new ability alongside Jungkook. Jimin had taken residency behind you, back hugging you while watching the others. Although you couldn’t see his face, you felt the wave of sadness that washed over him. The both of you were the only ones who hadn’t turned yet. You were only twelve so you still had enough time before it would be considered abnormal, but the pressure lingered.

Jimin didn’t turn until he was seventeen, a fact which cost him a lot of fights with his parents and multiple appointments with his doctor. Countless nights spent in your bed, crying into your pillow, screaming because of the pain this was causing him. With him being the alpha, he was expected to be this strong wolf that no one stood a chance against, but here he was not able to do the simplest thing known to your beings.

When he did turn his wolf was coated in a beautiful fur of the purest white you had ever laid eyes upon. His animal form as elegant as his human. His parents were proud and from there perspective Jimin’s flaw had faded just like their problems, but in reality, their relationship never went back to the way it was. He wasn’t the kid that ran home from school because he missed his mother anymore. Or the one that would tremble on his feet at his first dance performance, until he saw his fathers encouraging smile, which could wash away any problem, and let him be the beautiful swan he was.

You had turned a day after Jimin, had cried yourself to sleep the night before at the fact that you were the only one of your group that hadn’t turned yet. You were happy for Jimin when he called you and told you about the great news; genuinely. But the fear and self-hatred crawled up on you at night. Reminding you of your duty, as an omega and as a wolf, to your pack and your incapability of living up to it.

The following day you felt nauseous and empty, but still your parents forced you to attend school. As a senior it was important to be present as often as possible and to learn until your brain smoked to insure you could attend the collage of your choosing. You made it to two lessons, before the sick feeling in your stomach won the upper hand and you ran to the bathroom. Having arrived at the stall and preparing yourself to let out your small breakfast, a warmth like never before overcame you. You let out a pained breath as you felt your body expand and your cloth rip. And then you stood there, grey fur covering your body as you saw yourself in the bathroom mirror.

Your ears flexed at every sound that could be heard from outside. The footsteps of a person running somewhere; probably late for class. The uncomfortable squeaking of a chalk on a black board. Then a waft of a delicious smell slipped through the opening beneath the door. The cafeteria ladies had started cooking lunch. Hamburgers and fries how it seemed. And then you could smell a familiar scent, one that you would be able to pick up anywhere. Clumsily you were able to open the door with your bowl sized paws. You hurried down the hallway, slipping a few times on the freshly cleaned tiles.

You almost ran Namjoon over when you saw him. Standing before his locker, he was grabbing a history book for his next lesson, when you bumped into him. At first, he was simply shocked, pondering why a stranger would run into him like that. But then he picked up on your sent slowly, his olfactory sense not having fully developed yet, it took him awhile to realise who was standing in front of him.

A lazy grin covered his face as realisation hit him. Slowly he got down on his knees and warped his arms around your neck: “Hello my pretty omega, welcome to your true form.”

The others were ecstatic when they heard the good news. Happy that all of their group members had been blessed with the ability to shift, knowing of the horrific outcome the situation could have had, had you not turned before your eighteenth birthday. When every wolf was fully developed, and alphas gained the capability of forming their pack and gifting their mark.

Your pack was safe, healthy, and happy, and that was all that concerned you for now.

#bts #bts x reader #linked by fate #OT7 BTS #ot7 x reader #werewolf #au #bts fluff #bts angst

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snackhobi · 4 years ago

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16! things you said with no space between us. for the prompt request! thank u

16- things you said with no space between us

hi anon! you didn’t specify a member so I hope you don’t mind me taking creative liberties with this one! thank you, yet again, to the amazing @hobi-gif for being my beta!

pairing: taehyung x reader / word count: 1.5k / genre: fluff / warnings: none!

The internet is an amazing thing. It’s a modern library of Alexandria, an endless source of information and knowledge from every corner of the world. It allows people separated by miles and miles of land and ocean to communicate with each other, to reach out and touch the lives of others in a way that would have been unfathomable even a few decades ago.

It allowed Kim Taehyung, when he was young and isolated and lonely, to reach out a shaking hand, to try and find someone who was reaching back. Weird, the other kids called him, alien, freak, each whispered word another needle into his pin cushion of a heart, causing him to fold in on himself, awkward and shy and sad. But on the internet, no one knew he was—no one could make jokes about the curve of his ears, too big for his soft, child’s face. No one could hear the way he spoke, words slurred into each other, speech messy in his excitement. No one could join in with the jeers and jibes that surrounded him, leaving him hurt, just because he was himself.

And he’d found you. Someone else his age, reaching out a hand, the two of you excited about the same things—hastily typed messages in the chatbox of an anime site, screeched enthusiasm about flash games and music and more besides, two kids finding friendship when everything else in their lives was so empty, so lonely.

Kim Taehyung has grown into his ears, his face, personality morphing from stilting clumsiness into something far more charismatic; he’s always been himself, unashamed and unabashed in his openness, but with age comes maturity, and he knows how to carry himself now. Knows, too, how to ignore the raised eyebrows and side glances from people who refuse to understand him and who he is.

But before all this, before he’d learned how to ignore those silent daggers, before he’d found friends who love him and care for him—you had been the only one who listened. And you still listen, too, always always always; days turned into weeks into months into years, keeping in touch as time passes, moving with each other from messenger to messenger, Skype and KKT and Line, his oldest and dearest friend. It was so natural. (And it still is.)

He knows that people find it weird. Peculiar. It’s been so, so long, and the two of you know each other intimately, late night talks spelling out the mutual depths of your loneliness and despair (being a teenager is so, so difficult, so much harder than people realise or care to remember)—Taehyung doesn’t shy away from opening his heart, spelling out his emotions, but there’s a level of history the two of you share that he’ll never find with someone else.

And yet for all this closeness, there’s still a level of removal, anonymity. You’d made a pact, right at the beginning, years and years and years ago, to never share your faces—to only judge each other on the contents of your personality, your heart and soul, not to have it coloured by anything else. He’s heard your voice, and you’ve heard his. His phone is full of photos you’ve sent him, sunrises and flowers and cute dogs you’ve seen on the street. Taehyung knows all of your deepest secrets, things you’ve never told anyone but him—but he doesn’t know the colour of your eyes, your hair, how your lips curve when you smile, how your hands move when you talk. He knows your name, holds your heart in his hands, cradles every story you’ve ever told him in the curve of his palms—but he could pass you in the street and be none the wiser.

But he loves you. He knows he loves you. It’s impossible not to, not to fall hard and deep for this person who cares for him so much, who’s always been there for him, even when no one else had been.

He knows he’s handsome and good-looking now, is reminded of it constantly, from the looks that people give him, the words they send his way, confessions of ardour and wide-eyed compliments—but he’ll never forget how people looked at him before all this. It’s all fake emotion, based on something skin-shallow, and Taehyung doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like that people are only nice to him because of his pretty face. You, though, love him regardless, are kind and soft and sweet because of everything inside him. Not the things that other people see. Not the things outside of his control.

So when this message comes through—a shaky, tentative thing, so unlike every other word you pen to him—his heart leaps into his throat, almost choking him, so strong and aching for you.

I’m moving to Seoul, you say. You don’t have to, but I was wondering if you’d like to meet?

Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.

Jimin startles and Jungkook raises his eyebrows when Taehyung makes a noise of delight, lifting his phone aloft as he spins in an exuberant circle before collapsing to the ground, overcome and overwhelmed with the weight of affection and tenderness he holds for you.

You agree on a date, a time, a place. Taehyung’s thumbs shake as he types his replies, asking how he’ll know it’s you.

I’ll be wearing a flower crown, you decide, and Taehyung could yell with how cute it is, how cute you are. He doesn’t know what you look like but he knows how cute you are. He always has.

I’m going to hug you when I see you, he says, and you reply with a torrent of laughing emojis and hearts.

I wouldn’t expect anything less, you reply.

And when the day finally comes, years and years culminating in this moment, Taehyung is nervous. He’s a tumble of excitement and anticipation and nerves, staring at himself in the mirror, fiddling with his collar, the ends of his sleeves, even if Jimin slaps his hand and tells him that he’s fine. But even though Taehyung knows that you love him, and he loves you—you both say it often enough, your friendship steeped in tenderness and glowing affection—he’s worried that he’s not good enough. That you’ll take one look at him and see past everything, see the child he used to be, weird and stupid and lonely, and realise that you’re too good for him, have always been too good for him.

I can’t wait to see you, comes the message, just at the right time, like it always does. Because even with everything that separates you, you’ve always known Taehyung—have weaved this level of connection with him, these unseen threads that tie you together. It soothes his trembling fingers and smooths the crooked line of his mouth, twisted with discomfort as it was.

And when he finally sees you—he knows that everything is going to be okay.

You’re beautiful. Of course you are. Pink roses and cherry blossoms and daisies circle your head, a pretty halo that’s set on the softness of your hair, drawing Taehyung’s eyes like a moth to a flame. He has to stop in his tracks and stare at you, take in every detail he’s imagined over the years, turned into something physical and real and even more amazing than anything his mind could conjure—because it’s you.

And when your eyes lock, Taehyung falls, falls, falls. You notice the flowers pinned to his chest, the boutonniere he said he’d wear to match yours—and then your face lifts into the brightest smile he’s ever seen, golden and shimmering, an aurora of happiness that’s there because of him.

“Taehyung?”

Oh, his name sounds so sweet in your mouth, without the filter of the phone or computer, crystal clear and shining.

“Y/n,” he says, and then he’s hugging you.

You fit into his arms so perfectly. You cling to each other tight-tight-tight, unwilling to let go, his boutonniere crushed and your crown sliding askew as you hold onto him and let yourself be held. There’s no more distance between you, now, not a single space between your body and his as you rock against each other, swaying on your feet.

“Hi,” Taehyung murmurs, petals of your flowers trembling against his breath. “Hi, hi, hi.”

“Hi,” you laugh, warm in the hollow of his neck. “Hi, Taehyung. Hi.”

“I’m so, so happy,” Taehyung confesses, whispers soft and low, and blooms at the way you laugh, affectionate and sweet.

“Me too,” you say, making no moves to pull away, making no moves to slide out of the circle of his arms. “Me too.”

And though he doesn’t say those three words—that secret that you both know, both feel, don’t put a voice to, not with the depth of emotion you both feel, not yet—they curl around you, between you, settling in every part of your bodies, curling up the edges of your lips as you both smile, softening the corners of your eyes at you stare at each other, solid and present and right there.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung #bts #taehyung oneshot #taehyung drabble #kim taehyung #v x reader #joy.masterlist

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kanmom51 · 3 years ago

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Sorry if you already answered this but I have a question about jikook possibly hiding in each other’s room. I read something about it in your timeline. So for the vlive in Tokyo where jhope ends up in jimins room and then leaves the phone with him. Because of the reflection in the tv we know that there was definitely someone else in the room. I just wonder why wouldn’t they show jungkook if it was him? They made such an obvious effort not to show the whole room that I believe there must have been something really suspicious going on but there’s nothing suspicious about the two of them hanging out and having food together? Maybe it was staff? But why hide them then? Anyways it has to be someone they Trust not to expose them because otherwise they wouldn’t have left jimin with the vlive. Im just so confused by the whole live because tbh I can’t think of any explanation that makes sense to me. I Would really be interested to hear your thoughts on this. Thanks for all the work you put into this blog and answering all the asks and have a nice day!!

I tell you what happened there in my opinion anon.

Tokyo Vlive happened in the wake of Osaka Vlive and JM’s live the next day.

We saw what was going on in the Osaka live. We saw JK wasn’t alone. We suspected who was probably there in the room with him, and they sure weren’t playing patty cake.

We saw JM’s live the next day too.

I can assure you that same night even, and if not that night then the day after, not only did the other members know JK was with JM(?) in the room, not playing patty cake, but also management were very much aware of it, and oh so very unhappy with it, to say the least.

This could be when suspicions started to arise there. Even if management were sus by then, I don't think they really knew what was going on yet and it showing up so damn obvious during a live broadcast.

Remember, JK has not come of age yet, not legally.

I don’t know just how much noise there was online after the Osaka live, but I can assure you, again, management were VERY unhappy. I would think they be furious. If people caught on this could be so damaging not only to the two of them but the whole band.

I am 100% sure that they were called in for a TALK, and rules were set. Not sure they spilled the beans then, but I am sure management made it clear this was not to repeat itself.

Which leads to your question. If it was JK in the room, why did they hide him? Wouldn’t it be ok for band members to spend time together?

Well, at that point, perhaps it wasn’t. At that point perhaps they were trying to hide it from management, not wanting them to know JK was in the room with JM. Hobi’s teasing of JM during the live, well that shows us exactly what he thought was going on in that room, you think management would have thought otherwise?

You ask why Hobi left the camera? The feel I got was to teach them a lesson. Hobi's face entering the room, the realisation they weren't alone, there was real worry on his face. Only after they got into the room, allowing whoever it was there move away, perhaps to the bathroom, he relaxed.

Now, it's possible that fans wouldn't have thought twice about it. It's actually most likely they wouldn't have, just as you said, it's another band member in the room, big deal. But it's possible they were instructed by management and were going against what they were told, or whoever it was there (cough, JK, cough) wasn't decent, or it was just a spur of the moment knee jerk reaction, a bad decision made at that moment.

Thing is, you see, Hobi's face shows us this is something needed to hide, so I tend to go more with JK not being decent or it being a problem with management.

As it turned out, unintentionally, them hiding whoever it was in the room (cough, JK, cough) came out so much more suspicious and loud than just showing JK there.

#ask #anon

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dreamcatcherjiah · 4 years ago

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Part 9

💞Tight Hearts (Idol!Hoseok x Reader)

Plot: The red string of fate was visible when our grandparents were children. They would play around, following the strings from one person to their soulmate and laugh happily when these two people inevitably found each other. It was a reason for happiness. But little by little, people stopped seeing the threads. In bad times, it was dangerous, it was a liability, so people stopped seeing them to protect each other from harm. When I was born, nobody saw them anymore, they just felt their soulmate. Anxiety, happiness, sorrow, love, the hearts of the soulmates are one, feel the same things, but it is almost impossible to find your soulmate, now that the threads cannot be seen.

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Part 9

A/n: Here is part 9!!! With this part, I’ve come to realise that guilt does play a nice part in the creative process, lool. It’s taken me centuries to get to a point where I felt like writing at all, I can hardly believe I managed to take this chapter into the four thousand word mark! I hope you guys like it. It is not so much where I wanted it to be, but I’m getting there!

Love you guys and I missed you a lot!🖤

As consciousness was claiming you back, your heart settled in your chest with a feeling of contentment and happiness you hadn’t felt before. Hoseok’s arm was flung over your waist and his hand was moving against your spine in soft caresses. You hadn’t moved from the position you fell asleep in and, waking up but still with your eyes closed, you could feel his soft breath against your eyelashes. Your heart jumped in your chest as his arms tightened against you, snuggling you closer to his chest. With a smile, you slung your own arm over Hoseok’s ribcage and settled your head in against his throat. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed you again.

You heard Hoseok’s little yelp before you actually opened your eyes. He tensed for a second and tried prying his arm from under your neck. He was making small distressed noises trying not to wake you up but achieving totally the opposite; make you laugh. It started slow, as a small chuckle at the back of your throat that escalated into a full giggle when you opened your eyes and saw his startled expression. His eyes were open wide and his mouth was hanging open forming a heart-shaped half smile that began morphing into a full grin the longer you laughed. Instinctively, you tightened your arms around his torso and hid your face against his chest to try and calm yourself.

“And here I thought you were going to flip and send me flying from the bed,” he laughed, draping himself back around you and settling back in the bed with you in his arms.

“I haven’t felt happier than I am feeling now, I don’t ever want to let you go,” you whispered, more relaxed than you remembered ever being, letting out a calming sigh as you looked up at his smiling face, “I do know this feeling is the bond messing with our pheromones but I just don’t want it to end.”

His smile grew the biggest you had ever seen it and he dropped a kiss to your forehead. Laying back down on the bed, the both of you spent the morning talking about your lives, how you had started feeling each other through the bond at such an early age. Hoseok told you many things about his grandmother, how she had been the one to break the news of the bond to him when he was not older than two. He could still remember, he told you with a wistful smile, how the old woman would cuddle him to her chest and create new stories for him, how she would, as he grew older, talk about her meeting with Hoseok’s grandfather through the Red String of Fate.

“You must have been fascinated by those stories,” you whispered, while your hand absentmindedly drew patterns over his chest, with your head moving up and down as he drew breaths and exhaled, “I can just imagine a little Hobi smiling and listening to her telling him fairytales.”

He startled and turned his head so he could look at you. A small frown was present on his features and you wanted nothing more than touch it with your fingers and make it disappear.

“Well, not so much fairytales, since we know for a fact it is real, don’t you think?” That settled the mood into something more sombre than when you woke up. All the things, all the meetings and responsibilities waiting for you outside that room rushed to the forefront of both your minds and the blissfulness dulled to a warm sense of wellbeing around your heart. “I can’t believe how comfortable I feel with you, just like this. Do you think it has to do with us sleeping together?” He asked and you watched as his features morphed into mortification when he realised how the words that just left his lips may have sounded, “I only… I meant sleeping— as in, you know, just sleeping… no, hugging you in your sleep— wait, no, that sounds creepy… you know—.”

You giggled against his chest just as you had done that same morning as you woke up. He was an adorable mess when he was flustered.

“I do know what you mean,” you responded, deciding to take him out of his misery, “in fact, that’s what I wanted to tell you last night, but my brain was too fried to form a coherent thought.”

“Is your brain okay now?” He asked, looking intently at your head, as if the answer would somehow just jump out of it and he wouldn’t have to look you in the eye.

Pushing against his chest to get into a more comfortable position, you rested your head in your hand and watched as he changed his position, half laying, half sitting against he headboard with an arm supporting his head. His other arm, as if neither of you noticed, was still resting on your shoulder blade, drawing small patterns.

“My brain is much clearer now,” you smirked, “mind you, it still thinks you’re extremely hot and can’t stop thinking scenarios, but I can control it,” only seeing how red his ears got made you regret having spoken too freely. After all, you two were still strangers, you were a fan at that and that kind of comments were highly inappropriate in any sort of situation. “Too soon?” You asked, avoiding his eyes, which wasn’t too difficult to do as he was busy himself examining the pristine ceiling as if he would find a blemish there if he focused intently enough.

With a huff, he scoffed and tightened the hold of his arm around your shoulder. “No, it’s just— I think the bond is producing the same thoughts both ways…”

That sure was an effective way to shut you up. You left your head fall from where your hand was supporting it and felt how Hoseok’s heart hammered against his ribcage on your cheek as it lay on his chest. With the way he was behaving, you would have bet and lost on him not being as affected as you were by the bond. It was time you admitted that the bond went through both of you, it would be the fastest way to get used to it and stop feeling awkward every time something escaped your mind.

“Hey,” he called, lifting your face from its hiding place and placing another sweet kiss on your forehead, “I can feel you getting ashamed and I’m not going to let you, okay?” His eyes were completely focused on yours, no trace of that semi-permanent blush that had been there since your first meeting, “We’re in this together, we’re both learning and it’s gonna take it’s sweet time, but just think about it. One day, we’ll be comfortable together, it will feel as if it’s the most natural thing to wake up in each other’s arms, even if it doesn’t now, okay?”

“It does feel like the most natural thing in the world…” you whispered, too shy to voice your thoughts aloud.

“What does?” Hoseok asked, making his lips turn into a small pout with his confusion.

Battling your shame and feeling how your cheeks got hotter and hotter as the blood rushed around in your ears, you wondered what he would do if you lied, if you made something up, other than what you had actually said. His eyes were still wide open, looking straight at you, and maybe that was it, or maybe was the way his body fit perfectly with yours and how your always screaming rational side had chosen that specific moment to shut up and bask in the wellness your soulmate was radiating to you. It may have been a spur-of-the-moment thing, but you told him the absolute truth.

“Waking up in your arms,” you answered while looking him straight in the eyes.

They got even wider as his brain registered the new bombshell you had decided to drop on him and then, they traveled all over your face as if they were looking for any sign of you lying. Obviously, he couldn’t find a lie anywhere, everything you’d said was the pure, even if a bit embarrassing, truth. Then his eyes dropped to your lips and the temperature in the room rose to an unbearable extreme. Your heart, somehow dormant after the relaxing morning, did a somersault in your chest and started beating at an alarming speed, pumping blood to every crevice of your body, alerting you of every movement of your soulmate’s body, the way his breathing had also increased and he seemed unable to let go of you, bringing you closer and closer to him as the seconds ticked away. If you hadn’t been paying attention to him, you may have missed the way his pupils dilated and almost covered all the deep brown surrounding them, the way his mouth slightly opened as if the wind had been knocked out of him and the only thing he could do was try to breath. Your bodies were melting into the mattress, a mess of taut muscles and electric shocks, intertwined and beating in unison. In the back of your head you could feel a warning, something telling you that you would regret whatever happened if you gave yourselves to the bond. You would later thank him for his kindness in dealing with your messy feelings in the moment, but when his words were uttered, a frustrated sigh left your lips.

“Y/N…” he exhaled, his breath ghosting over your cheeks and sending a shiver down your spine, “Y/N, take a deep breath. Close your eyes, focus on…” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “breathing.”

Listening to his voice, you followed his instructions and turned your head away from his face. The situation had nearly gotten out of hand and you should thank your lucky stars he at least had kept some of his mind working, because the mortification that would have come out of such situation could have lasted for longer than you cared to admit. Both his hands were going up and down your back and he was whispering to himself to get his act together. You focused on his voice. Only his voice and rested your head on his shoulder looking away from him.

Little by little, sanity came back to you. As soon as Hoseok felt your uneasiness, his hold on you tightened and his hands stilled on your waist; he wouldn’t allow you to feel ashamed of what had happened. You could feel determination and affection coming out of him in waves and you decided right there and then that you would give back just as much.

“Let’s do something,” his voice, still affected, whispered into the shell of your ear, “we go at our own pace, okay? Let’s go with what it feels right for both of us.”

You smiled. Somehow he had voiced one of the hundred thoughts going around in your head: is this going too fast? He was right, you had to admit. What may be fast for the rest of the world, felt like a walk in the park for a pair of soulmates; the emotional connection was a given with the likes of you and, if the episode you experimented minutes before was anything to go by, the physical connection was there as well. The only thing missing was knowing him. Really knowing him. And he had gauged your reaction to him to perfection.

“We don’t have to answer to anyone else,” he kept saying, getting more and more relaxed, “as long as you and I are okay, then that’s all I want.”

Not needing an answer, he hugged you to his chest once more and kissed the crown of your head. He untangled himself from the mess of sheets and walked into the bathroom. It looked like the small bubble you had been enjoying most of the morning was about to burst. You rolled until your head was resting on Hoseok’s pillow and, with his scent surrounding you and overwhelming all your senses, you felt how your brain began to go back to normal. Something had clicked into place that night while you slept next to him. Your head, the rational you, that had been screaming bloody murder the prior night, completely refusing to loose its independence, had somehow recognised Hoseok as something good and essential to you. Your mind was now completely blank, not even registering the fact that Hoseok had moved away from you, the furthest you’d been since you met last night, and neither of you had even flinched.

You sat on the bed and stretched, your muscles relieving tension that had been building for years but that now was useless. Looking around, you saw your bag resting against a bookshelf next to the window and didn’t even think twice before getting up and going to get it. You were reaching down to lift it from the floor when the door to the bathroom opened and you pivoted only to see a still-wet Hoseok jumping on one foot as he tried to straighten his shirt with only one sock on.

“Oh! Are you okay?” You asked, worried he might have fallen in the shower and hurt himself or something, not even realising you would have felt or heard something if that was the case.

“I just—” he groaned as his knee nocked against the corner of the bed as he hastily approached you, “I was completely fine until I felt you moving away and I just… moved,” he looked incredibly confused, with his shirt now on and both socks in place, his hands were on his hips as his eyes shot daggers at the bed, “I didn’t even realise I could stand away from you until I could only think to get back to you.”

You smiled. The sweetness of his puzzlement moved you to the core. He was so fast to reassure you and yet, he walked on eggshells whenever he thought he might be overstepping his boundaries with you. Again, you were going to make sure he felt just how much you appreciated everything he had done for you since you met.

“Do you trust me?” You repeated your words from last night, making his head turn to you like lightning and his eyes analyse everything about you with a calculating focus that made you suddenly realise how intimidating it was to be the sole focus of Jhope’s attention. Carefully, he nodded but still his eyes didn’t stray away from you.

Without even thinking, you travelled the length of the room in two strides and threw your arms around is waist, your ear right above his heart and your hands resting lightly on his back. The sudden wave of euphoria you were expecting didn’t come, just like a mere shudder of warm honey bathing your skin, the familiarity that was already Hoseok didn’t phase you a bit. He chuckled and drove his arms around you as well, his hand caressing your hair and settling there, basking in the feeling of being together.

“It doesn’t feel invasive now, does it?” You asked, your bodies swaying side to side, “like you said before, our own time, Hoseok.”

“I love it when you say my name like that,” his voice sounded less affected than you’d ever heard it, you were wondering. He followed, “do you want to shower before breakfast? We’re supposed to be at BigHit in three hours, how do you feel about brunch?” If the mention of the impending meeting at his company phased you before, it didn’t even register as something negative in your mind now. He’d be with you.

“I think I’ll grab a shower before we leave, it’s a bit warm in here and I don’t want to shower twice if I sweat…” he nodded, tapping your head with his chin in the process, “and brunch sounds heavenly! I’m quite a bit hungry.”

As if on queue, both your stomachs growled at the same time, prompting the both of you into yet another round of giggles. If your future was going to be anything like this first morning, you were ready to laugh next to this man.

The kitchen was in pristine condition. If you didn’t know for a fact that seven men lived in the apartment you could have sworn that kitchen just came out of an IKEA catalogue. You sat on one of the chairs while Hoseok moved about between cupboards and counters. He was making salad and pulling huge containers out of the freezer. Cutting some kimchi and preparing some rice. If your calculations were right, that was too much food for only two people, but it was his house, his kitchen and his food, you weren’t about to contradict him. Maybe you could finish all that food, you were nearly starving after all.

So focused you were on ogling how he moved about the kitchen, with his hair getting fluffier as it dried, that you didn’t notice the sound of feet approaching the kitchen or some chairs being occupied next to you. You were forced out of your daydreaming by someone cleaning their throat to your right.

Turning in your seat, you were startled to find Kim Namjoon sitting next to you, his elbow on the table and his chin resting on his hand, imitating your same position. Were you really looking at Hoseok looking like that? Mortifination, here I come, you thought.

“How are you feeling this fine morning, miss Y/N?” He asked. He didn’t seem to be joking, even if his words may look like it, his eyes were serious and he sat, patiently waiting for you to answer. Looking around the kitchen, you noticed that Seokjin and Yoongi had also entered the kitchen and were busy pretending not to be paying attention at your conversation with Namjoon while preparing coffee and some kind of omelet. Hoseok wasn’t even being subtle at it and just smiled at you encouragingly only to turn and scoop a good amount of rice into a pink bowl. With a slight tilt of your head, you greeted them, thinking that introductions were long overdue but not knowing how get them out of the way without looking awkward. You decided to hold onto the lifeline Namjoon had thrown you and, looking back to him and finding him in the same position, smiled and answered his question.

“I am great, thank you very much,” your shaky smile turned into a genuine smile just as his did, and his dimples showed up, “Hoseok has been wonderful and I feel rested for the first time in years.”

A windshield boast of laughter interrupted the quiet calm of the kitchen as Seokjin threw his arm around hoseok and ruffled his hair.

“Did you all hear that? She calls him Hoseok and he’s been wonderful!” His laughter was contagious and even Yoongi ended up laughing along with the three of you as he settled in the chair across from yours. Hoseok brought over all the food and placed some of it under a small umbrella, for the little ones when they wake up, he told you. The four of you did a faster job of the food than you could have imagined. Apparently after Hoseok and you retired for the night, the rest of them had had a few celebratory drinks and had woken up hangover and hungry.

“It’s always like this, Y/N,” was telling you Yoongi, becoming quickly comfortable with you as Hoseok found more and more in common between the two of you, “we wake up early after we drink, make huge amounts of food and then, when the other three finish polishing up the plates, they clean. A nice symbiosis we’ve got here,” he finished, chuckling along with you at the image of the other three members of BTS finishing off the huge dishes the other four had set aside for them.

“Now, let’s talk business,” started Jin, after sharing a meaningful look with Namjoon, “what are we going to do with BigHit?”

Silence reigned in the kitchen then. You felt Hoseok tensing beside you and immediately relax. His feelings were a mess of nervousness, anticipation and apprehension, but on the outside he was calm and collected.

“Bang PD was okay with me having a soulmate, we’ll just go and talk to them, the PR team as well. But they should know things are changing. Y/N is here to stay,” he said as his hand got a hold of yours under the table. You had a feeling his brothers noticed but none of them did anything but nod at Hoseok’s words, as if taking it as fact.

“All of us will be there with you, of course,” was saying Namjoon, drinking his Americano with a metallic straw that reflected the light from the windows into your eyes. The whole thing looked just surreal to you, sitting in the kitchen table with Seokjin, Namjoon, Yoongi and your Soulmate Hoseok. How had your life turned into this? You wouldn’t know, “Y/N’s part of the family now. Someone will have to wake up Jimin, Tae and JK, but we’ll be ready to go when you guys are. I just need to know how many cars we’ll be needing to text Sejin.”

The other three seemed used to this complete 180 degree personality change, from the Namjoon who nearly stabbed his eye with the straw, to Kim Namjoon, RM, leader of BTS. You, on the other hand, were getting whiplash.

Sensing it, even before you did, Hoseok moved your hands from under the table and placed a light kiss on yours. His eyes connected with yours and as if he was speaking out loud for the whole house to hear, you heard his whisper: “This is normal, Y/N. I’m here, okay?”

You nodded. You just needed some time to get used to the new life thrown in front of you. You prided yourself in being a fast learner and quick to adapt to new situations. You would just have to floor it and get used to it faster.

As if you needed something else to get used to, just as Hoseok was lowering your hands back to the table, another pair of feet were heard entering the kitchen, followed by a sleepy Jimin, rubbing his face. His eyes glossed over the kitchen, seemingly taking notice of the people there and realising there was one too many.

“Hey Y/N, I’m very glad to see you looking alive again! I got very worried yesterday! I’m gonna like having you around! Please tell me there’s some mul-naengmyeon left!”

He examined the dishes as if nothing had happened wishfully ignorant to your wide eyes and the way your legs were hammering a whole into the marble floor. The older men were found in varying degrees of amusement at your nervousness, but all of them found it hilarious. It was Jin who, this time, took pity of you and smiling brightly, set a piece of kimchi in your spoonful of rice.

“That’s our Jiminnie for you, very excitable!”

Smiling, Hoseok pushed you up to your feet and reminded you to take that shower you were talking about earlier. He tidied up both your places on the table and, promising to come back quickly so you could leave for the company, he guided your shocked self back to his room. He stopped to check one on the rooms in the hallway, telling someone to get ready fast and to wake the maknae while they were still ahead of schedule, continuing later on his way. Once inside of his room, he produced a nice pair of jeans and a huge orange hoodie from one of the drawers and, putting them in your hands, gently guided you to the bathroom and smiled at you, closing the door behind you.

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thisbrokenmask · 4 years ago

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Thank God For Haunted Houses

pairing: female reader x jung hoseok

genre: fluff, romance, humour, best friends au, friends to lovers

word count: 5,219

rating: PG i think? there’s kissing but that’s about it

warnings: none, really, very brief mentions of the experience of a haunted house attraction

summary: you’ve had a crush on Hobi for a while but you never expected him to return your feelings. so, when your friends make it so that the two of you have to spend some time together, you’re not quite sure where the night will lead you...

a/n: hey look it’s me again! seems like I can’t stop writing these @btsholidaybingo prompts and I’m not sad about that at all. I’m quite enjoying having lots of ideas and being able to write them, too! today’s offering is a request from my best friend, who loves the idea of hobi venturing into a haunted house in order to please the girl he likes. so, here you go!

evidently, this fills my ‘Haunted House’ prompt ☆★

The rich smell of buttered popcorn and sugared doughnuts fresh from the fryer sits heavy in the air, so strong that you can taste them with every breath you take. Neon lights whizz and whirl against the dark blanket of the night sky above you while the bells, whistles and heavy beats of EDM music rings out from all of the rides around you.

Your adrenaline levels are still soaring high as you come bounding down the steps, fresh off of the pirate ship with Jungkook and Jin’s laughter following close behind you. You spot the rest of your group and bound over to them, dodging and ducking through the crowds despite Jin’s cries to wait for him and Jungkook. You spy your bag still over the same shoulder that was offered to you ten minutes earlier, before you dragged Jin and Jungkook onto your third go on your favourite ride of the night. They were the only two still willing to ride it again, the rest of the group having their various excuses. Yoongi and Hoseok especially had eyed the swinging boat incredibly skeptically, neither of them climbing aboard for even one of your multiple goes on the ride tonight, offering to look after the bags instead. Which was exactly the reason you would give for you making a beeline straight towards the latter of your friends.

“That was amazing!” you cheer as you fling your arms around Hoseok’s shoulders, your own bag knocking into your leg from where it hangs off of Hoseok’s shoulder. Your smaller height makes him stagger slightly as you beam over his shoulder to the rest of the group, but he quickly balances himself without letting you stumble even once. His left arm is closest to you and he reaches it across your front to curl around your waist, a toxic-looking blue slushie held in his right hand. You know it’s simply meant to help steady you but you can’t help the flutter that erupts in your chest at his touch, your still-rapid heart rate no longer anything to do with sitting at the very end of the pirate ship in order to experience the highest rise.

“Have fun?” Hoseok chuckles as he smiles at you over his shoulder, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes rather than turning his face towards you; you’d be nose to nose if he did, and you’re both perfectly aware of that. Swallowing the slight disappointment at Hoseok once again choosing the option that doesn’t bring his lips closer to yours, you let your arms slide from his shoulder to wrap around his arm instead, holding the limb close like a favourite teddy bear. You nod eagerly, though, pushing your smile wider as you answer him.

“Yeah! Would be much more fun with you, though, oppa.” You pout, reminding him of all of his vehement refusals to get on nearly any ride so far this evening, but he playfully rolls his eyes instead as he shakes his head.

“I don’t know how you ride that thing, let alone come off it looking so damn happy,” Yoongi mumbles from the other side of Hoseok, his dismissive, faux-uninterested tone one that only makes you grin even wider.

“I bet it’s not the only thing she enjoys riding so much,” Jungkook cuts off your response, teasing you in a low tone as he and Jin finally catch up, joining the circle. Jungkook puts his arm across your shoulder, his large hand gripping you and pulling you close, leading you to unintentionally let go of Hoseok’s arm.

As you turn to push Jungkook off by pressing your hands against his chest, you miss the way Hoseok’s gaze drops to the floor and a small frown creases his brow for just a moment. If you’d asked, he would have told you he was simply speculating Yoongi’s comment, wondering how you could in fact ride something like the huge pirate ship behind him and not faint from dizziness. He wouldn’t tell you he was finding it more and more difficult to see you and Jungkook becoming so close, even though your closeness in age made it logical that you two would get along. He wouldn’t say how he felt a spike of jealousy in his heart whenever Jungkook made inappropriate jokes with you, wondering whether you two were secretly more than friends.

Jin rolls his eyes at the youngest but fails to hide the smirk on his lips, the incredibly relaxed atmosphere of the evening so far letting him put down some of his usual walls without concern.

“So, where next?” the eldest asks as he accepts a sip from the drink Jimin offers him, a bright red yet slightly melted match to Hoseok’s. The question prompts as many different responses as there are people, everyone talking at the same time until Jin calls a hush over all of you with another roll of his eyes.

Jimin wrangles Jungkook into agreeing to join him on the waltzers, the two of them having quickly found out the ride operators are willing to spin their car incredibly fast and challenging each other to see who can last the longest.

Yoongi bemoans the fact that his hyung still hasn’t taken him up on his challenge to any of the fair games so far, yet shrugs when Jin asks if he’s ready to eat his words on any game of his choice.

Taehyung anxiously fiddles with the camera hanging from his neck, saying he wants to wander round and see if he can get any good pictures that capture the night’s atmosphere. Namjoon offers to accompany him, announcing his feeling that there are some lyrics to be found if he walks around long enough, his phone already open on a half-written notes page.

“What about you, Hobi-hyung?” you almost scowl at the mischievous smile on Jungkook’s lips, painfully aware of the fact that you’d trusted the maknae enough to tell him of your crush on Hobi now that it’s only the two of you left. As you look around the group, in fact, you realise everyone is watching the two of you a little too closely for friends simply deciding their next steps. You don’t hold back your glare this time as you round on Jungkook, and he has the decency to blush as he realises you now know he’s let your secret slip.

“Er, I don’t know, actually,” Hobi frowns as he mulls the question over, glancing around at all the stalls surrounding you. “What do you wanna do?” he asks, turning to you with a smile, your bag bumping against his hip as he still has it slung over his shoulder.

“Me?” you blink, surprised he’s asking you when he knows you both sit on opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to rides and rollercoasters. You can’t deny the rush of joy, however, at the prospect that he’s choosing to spend the next portion of his evening with you.

“Well, everyone else already has plans,” he jokes, but you feel your bubble burst at the realisation he’s only asking because he’s been left with you. Everyone else has paired up; why else would you two?

You try not to let your disappointment show, instead answering him with a simple shrug. “I don’t mind.” Hobi frowns, concerned about your sudden dip in enthusiasm. He knows you love fairs and theme parks, practically anything that could give you an adrenaline rush; another reason why he assumes you and Jungkook would make an annoyingly good match. He always worries that you find him boring or childish for not wanting to go on the rides, yet he comes along anyway purely to see you in your element. Seeing you deflate so suddenly makes him want to do whatever he can to cheer you up, even briefly considering going on the pirate ship for the first time in years just to see you smile again. “Why don’t we just walk around?” you suddenly suggest, a small smile on your lips instead as you reach out to take your bag back from his shoulder. “See if anything jumps out at us?”

“Hopefully not literally,” he mumbles and you laugh, pulling your hair out of the way as you drop your bag onto your own shoulder.

“Right, meet back up in half an hour, then?” Jimin and Jungkook barely acknowledge Namjoon’s question before running off, already teasing each other about who will feel sick first and announcing what they want from the other if they win. Taehyung is still adjusting his camera settings as he starts walking in seemingly any direction that takes his fancy, Namjoon quickly throwing an arm around his shoulder to guide him through the bustling crowds.

“Which way are you guys headed?” Yoongi asks while Jin is already eyeing up a few of the nearby game stalls he believes he has a decent chance of winning. Yoongi’s cat-like eyes are watching you intently from where they’re nearly hidden under the black beanie he’s wearing, and you can’t help but feel like he’s almost daring you to follow him and ignore the chance to be alone with Hobi. His eyes briefly shift to glance over your shoulder towards a part of the fair you know you haven’t really explored yet, and you can’t help but smile at his subtle way of trying to help.

“Why don’t we explore a bit that way?” you ask Hobi, pointing towards the unexplored area, and Hobi easily agrees with a smile as he takes another sip of his drink. “We’ll see you guys later, then?” Jin nods with a wave before rapidly telling Yoongi which game he wants to try first, the younger silently following his hyung without a question.

It feels a little bit awkward at first, given that you and Hobi haven’t often spent much time together just the two of you, but the further you walk, the more at ease you begin to feel. You walk closely together, your arms brushing against each other every now and again and you silently curse Hobi for keeping his hand closest to you in his pocket. Part of you likes to think you’d be bold enough to try taking his hand as you walked, even getting ready with the excuse that it would stop you from getting parted in the crowds. But instead his hand sits snugly in his pocket and you fiddle with the strap of your bag as you walk instead. Still, you enjoy sharing Hobi’s drink, passing it between you every few sips, and even stop to watch a few people attempt to win at some of the games you come across.

There aren’t many rides in this part of the fair, mainly stalls for games, food, and even some small independent businesses selling handmade jewellery, some of which catches your eye. You hesitate over a beautifully intricate bracelet, a small silver chain with alternating purple and black gems hanging from it, but you end up walking away with the decision that you’ll come back when it’s time to meet back up with your group.

At one point you stand beside Hobi and watch from a distance as several overconfident guys slowly drain their pockets at a tin can shooting game, each of you taking bets at how many times each guy will slam more money on the table before he walks away. Hobi boldly assumes they must all be single and you immediately question his claims, to which he simply responds that if he’d seen something he’d wanted for his imaginary girlfriend, he’d keep going until he ran out of money. You tell him you’d be annoyed if your imaginary boyfriend did that, as you’d rather he spent his money on something you’d shown interest in rather than boosting his own ego for something you didn’t particularly care for. You eventually wander off after a large group blocks your view of the game, Hobi quietly following behind you a few seconds later. When you take a glance at him, he looks thoughtful, but you’re distracted by a group of kids running past before you can question him.

It’s only when you find yourself in a small clearing that you realise you’re on your own. You figure you must have accidentally separated from Hobi at some point during your browsing, which would have been easy enough given how many people were wandering around between the stalls. When you can’t spot him after a minute or two, however, you start to panic, especially considering the fact he’s in a bright yellow hoodie tonight and you still can’t spot him in the crowd.

You’re normally not too bothered about being by yourself in a crowd, especially when you know friends are nearby, but for some reason the idea of being lost from Hobi is almost enough to bring tears to your eyes. Your hand goes straight into your bag to pull out your phone and you try to ignore the slight shake in your fingers as you bring up your recent conversation with Hobi. It’s just as you’re about to press the call button that you feel a warm hand on your shoulder.

You spin on the spot to see Hobi standing before you in all his glory, bright lights in his dark eyes and a lazy smile on his lips that transforms into a worried frown as soon as he sees your wide eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I thought I’d lost you!” you scold him with a gentle shove to his chest before letting him pull you in for a hug.

“Sorry, y/n-ie,” he chuckles with a squeeze to your waist. Your ear is pressed to his chest, his laugh a rumble in your ear, until he lets you go again. “I just went to throw that drink away, I finished it while I was waiting for you.” His hand stays on your lower back, acting as a tether between you as the crowds continue to bustle around about you. You turn your face away to hide the blush that warms your cheeks at his teasing tone, but Hobi mistakes it for you being annoyed at him for wandering off. He turns your face back towards him with a gentle hold on your chin, then tucks your hair behind your ear as he gazes at you thoughtfully. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

The touch of his hand on your cheek makes your knees feel weak and wobbly, all words leaving you high and dry as you simply stare back at him, his dark eyes glittering in the flashing lights that surround you. All you can muster is a small “it’s okay” and a slight rise of one shoulder, barely even a shrug, but it’s still enough to make Hobi smile. Without thinking, your gaze drops to Hobi’s mouth, wondering whether he would lean in and press his lips to yours like you dream about if you asked him to. His tongue peeks out to swipe across his bottom lip and the brief flash of pink snaps you out of your stupor, drying out your mouth and hastening your heartbeat all in one go.

You look around you rapidly, desperate for a distraction from an impulsive and potentially friendship-ruining decision, anything to take your mind off the thought of finding a dark corner big enough for two.

“Hey, look!” you turn on the spot to point towards the sign that’s caught your eye, signposting an attraction that you haven’t seen before. “A haunted house! We should totally do it.” Hobi, however, isn’t so keen.

“I don’t know, y/n-ie,” he scratches the back of his neck, a pout on his lips when you turn back to him.

“But there’s no queue! We could go straight in!”

“You know I don’t like that kind of thing,” he looks at you, expression somewhere between pleading with you to change your mind and wanting to make you happy, his eyes full of affection for you. His pout gets more pronounced with each second that passes, clearly conflicted, and you can’t bring yourself to push any further. You know Hobi doesn’t like haunted houses or anything with actors that can jump out at him from the shadows, so it would be cruel of you to force him into something only you would enjoy. You check the time on your phone and work out that you could probably make it back in time for a walk through with Jungkook and Taehyung before you leave for the night, as long as everyone is back to meet up on time.

“Okay,” you turn to Hobi with a smile. “We won’t go in. I’ll see if JK and Tae will come back with me once we all meet up.” You put your phone back in your bag and look around you with a sigh, not because you’re disappointed but because you’re not sure what else there is around this part of the park. Hobi, however, once again misreads you and decides that if it’s the haunted house you want, it’s the haunted house you’ll get. He grabs hold of your wrist and starts walking towards the entrance, you floundering behind him.

“Oppa? What are you-?”

“Two please,” he says to the attendant, handing over his money while still keeping a firm hand on you.

“Hobi, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do,” he says as he guides you inside, still holding your wrist but his grasp has loosened slightly now.

“Why?”

“Because you want to,” he says, your faces barely inches apart when he turns to you. You see his eyes glance down and you subconsciously wet your lips, heart hammering with the sudden proximity. He rapidly blinks a few times before turning towards the door that leads to the entryway part of the house. “You might not have time later, so, it’s not fair for you to miss out. Come on.” With that, he lets go of your arm to open the door and ushers you to follow him with a nod of his head and a smile.

You’re pretty sure that if you weren’t already falling for your friend, you definitely would be now. His willingness to even step towards the haunted house just to make sure you wouldn’t miss out is enough to set a warmth blooming through your chest so intense it could bring you to tears. You’ve seen Hobi put aside his fears for his loved ones before, especially when it comes to his band members, but you’ve never seen him so determined to do something he knows he’ll still be scared by.

Of course, Hobi will do anything for his friends, you’ve seen it enough times in the ways he’ll join in with Jungkook’s games so that he can have two players, or the way he’ll help Jin and Yoongi cook in whatever way he can. Even for you, he’ll set aside his work when he can to keep you company, or let you sit in his studio when he can’t ignore his deadlines. Now that you think about it, this is not the first time he’s ever put aside his fears for you. You remember the time you were terrified by a moth that had made its way into the kitchen one night when the two of you were up late, you making the drinks and Hobi by your side making late night snacks for you both. Despite his own fear of bugs and creepy crawlies, he’d ushered the little creature back out through an open window and closed it for you, a proud smile on his face when you thanked him with a hug.

Multitudes of other similar cases flashed through your mind, including all of the little moments that didn’t require Hobi to put his own comfort on the line for you, whether it was offering you his seat during a crowded movie night or wordlessly putting your favourite foods on your plate for you during a meal.

You follow him into the darkened room, thankful that he wouldn’t be able to see the tears threatening to fall as you came to the realisation that maybe, just maybe, your feelings weren’t one-sided after all. Your emotions were quickly becoming overwhelming to the point that you felt like you couldn’t breathe, and you were sure your ribs were aching from how hard your heart was beating inside your chest. Closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths to steady yourself, you calmed yourself down enough to take in your surroundings.

Now that your eyes had adjusted, you could see the door on the other side of the small passageway that led into the first proper room, a few portraits hanging on the walls on either side. You eyed them carefully, assuming that at least two of them would have either moving eyes or little doors that would allow actors to pop their heads through.

“Watch out for the paintings,” you say to Hobi in warning, taking a few steps ahead of him to lead the way. You feel him follow closely behind you, a hand tentatively on your lower back, fingertips barely brushing over the small part of visible skin between your top and your jeans. You’re determined to protect him as much as you can to thank him for coming with you, so you focus on using all of your prior experience to help him out. You’ve been to haunted houses and a few horror mazes with Jungkook before, Taehyung coming along to some of the more recent ones, too, the three of you united in your love of adrenaline rushes and all things scary.

Just as you predicted, one portrait on either side bursts open, actors leaning through to scream and yell and make awful noises in your ears. It makes you jump, but poor Hobi screams out behind you and your hand shoots out behind you to grab onto his without thinking. His large hand engulfs yours, the other shooting out to grab onto your shoulder and you try not to laugh at the brief flash of surprise on one of the actor’s faces at the volume of Hobi’s yell.

You pull him through the next few rooms, struggling with trying not to laugh at how Hobi’s yells are louder than the actors and his refusal to let go of you even when he’s almost stumbling over you to get to the next room. You can’t even find it in you to be mad at how he uses you as a human shield when he panics, hiding behind your shoulders when the actors jump out of hidden doors or run out from behind a curtain. You barely even register the decor and props around the house, only having enough time to take in the dining table covered in cobwebs and the kitchen sink filled with lumpy fake blood before Hobi is pushing you forward, desperate to get to the other end as quickly as he can despite the rushed apologies he keeps muttering into your hair.

It’s only when you get to the final corridor that you realise how quickly you’ve gone through the house, half-running the whole way round thanks to Hobi, but you’re not even disappointed in the slightest. The experience of doing a haunted house with Hobi at your side is one you’ll not only never get again, but it’s made all the more special by knowing he would never willingly do this for anyone other than you. You’re sure of it.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry,” Hobi’s holding your hand so tightly you fear it may turn purple but you can’t stop laughing at his desperate slew of apologies.

“Hobi-oppa, it’s okay!” you manage between wheezing breaths, barely able to stand up straight as you lean on your knee with your free hand. “Are you alright?”

Hobi’s pushing his hair back from his face when you look over to him, his skin pale with a sheen of sweat on his forehead that catches in the light. His grip on your hand is still tight but it’s as if he doesn’t realise he’s still holding onto you, deep breaths pushing at his chest as he tries to steady himself.

You straighten up and move closer to him, placing your hand on his chest and feeling his hammering heart beneath your palm.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you tell him, finally gaining his attention so that he looks down at you. “I appreciate it, really I do,” you continue, smiling gently as you push some of his hair away from where it’s close to falling in his eyes. “But I could have waited. I wouldn’t have even minded if I hadn’t gotten to go in.”

“Don’t tell me that now!” he whines dramatically and you laugh, squeezing his hand where he still holds you by his side.

“I’m sorry,” you grin, bringing your free hand back down to his chest. “I still enjoyed it, although I’m more worried about you.” You eye him curiously as you ask your next question. “Why did you do that?”

Hobi’s gaze is steady as he looks down at you, breath finally levelling out. There’s no smile this time, just pure, unadulterated sincerity as he says, “because you wanted to.”

You don’t even hesitate to lean up and press your lips against his, clutching the material of his shirt to pull him closer. His lips are soft and warm against yours and your mind is reeling with the realisation that you’re finally kissing him, here in the middle of a fair, both of you still high on adrenaline.

After the initial second passes and you don’t feel him kiss you back, you feel panic rising in your throat and you go to pull away, but a strong hand appears on the back of your neck and holds you close. You feel him kiss you back, a firm pressure on your lips, and a small whimper escapes your throat in relief, joy and lust for the man holding you. Feeling his fingers gently grip your hair threatens to buckle your knees and you feel him chuckle against your lips, the two of you finally pulling back to look at each other.

The widest grin lights up Hobi’s features as he takes in your blushing face before leaning his forehead against yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that,” he confesses quietly, only loud enough for you to hear amongst the hubbub of the fair around you.

“Really?” your voice is no more than a breathless whisper, a torrent of emotions flooding your body.

“Really,” he confirms, leaning back and bringing his hand from your hair back to your cheek. “The guys have been telling me to hurry up and make my move. I think they were getting sick of me pining over you,” he laughs, though the blush on his cheeks gives away his sudden bashfulness. “That’s why they made sure I was the last one so you’d pair up with me.”

“I thought they did that because Jungkook told them about me liking you!” you exclaim, your hand leaving Hobi’s shirt to point at yourself, your shock evident on your face. Several emotions flutter across Hobi’s features and you’re sure he wants to know more about you liking him, but right now he seems as content as you are to enjoy this moment of finally being honest with each other.

“Well, all that matters now is that we know,” he says with a smile, brushing your hair back and tucking it behind your ear before tracing your jaw with his fingertips.

“We do,” you confirm, returning your hand to his chest before pushing it up and over his shoulder, running your fingers through his dark hair at the nape of his neck. He leans in this time, taking your bottom lip gently between his own as his hand curls round the back of your neck, finally letting go of your hand only to hold you by the small of your back and pull your body close to his. Your now-free hand goes to his waist, bunching the material of his shirt between your fingers.

“Damn,” he breathes out as he pulls away. “This is even better than I imagined,” he grins, making you giggle and hide your face against his neck as you blush. “Does this mean I can give you this now?” he asks, keeping his hand on your back as he reaches into his back pocket and you look up, your curiosity piqued. He pulls out a small, folded paper bag with white and blue stripes, holding it out for you to take. You unfold it and tip out its contents to see the same silver bracelet you had been looking at earlier, its black and purple gems catching the lights around you.

You look up at him in surprise, your questions clear in your eyes but not able to make it past your lips. “How did you-?”

“I saw you looking at it earlier, and then you said about wanting your boyfriend to get you something you’d actually like, so I went back when I threw that drink away,” he tries to appear nonchalant as he shrugs, but he pulls at his ear nervously and you smile, catching his choice of words.

“So, you’re my boyfriend now?”

“Uh, I mean, I-” he’s flustered and you can’t help but laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. “D-do you want me to be?” He looks down at you cautiously, hopeful but hesitant, and you nod.

“I do.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, considering I just kissed you twice in the middle of the fair, I’m not sure what more confirmation I can give you, Hobi.” He rolls his eyes playfully before wrapping both arms tightly around your waist and pressing numerous pecks to your face, from your nose to your cheeks to your forehead and finally your lips, although the last one is much more gentle and he takes his time with it.

Parting for the third time, he rubs his nose against yours, a wide smile on his lips and yours. You’re not sure how long the two of you stand there wrapped up in each other, but you finally bring yourself to pull away from him.

“Put it on me?” you ask, holding out the bracelet, and he carefully clasps the jewellery around your wrist, running his thumb tenderly over the chain. “I think we have to head back now,” he says, though you can hear the reluctance in his voice.

“Do we really have to?” you ask, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck and you feel him inhale sharply. “Can’t we just… not? Head home just the two of us?” Hobi’s chest rumbles as he laughs but his arms tighten on your waist, holding you close for a few more seconds before letting you go. He takes your hand in his, though, and gently intertwines your fingers as he starts walking you back to the spot you’d departed from just half an hour earlier.

Half an hour, you think, that’s all it took for everything to change.

Thank God for haunted houses.

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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You Don’t Want Children ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

You glanced across at him as you finished what you wanted to say, noticing the pained expression on his face. “If you want to break up with me, then I’d understand Jin.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“It’s what’s happened before,” you sighed in response to him, “so, I thought you’d just be the same. I’m kind of used to it by now.”

His head shook, reaching out to take a hold of your hand. “I’m with you for you, not your choices and decisions, I wouldn’t let that change anything.”

“Do you not want children though? Have you ever thought about it?” You asked him, knowing deep down a family was what he wanted.

“My life wouldn’t be over without them.”

“What if one day you change your mind?” You continued to question, “and one day you realise being with me isn’t what you actually want.”

“It won’t happen, please, don’t worry.”

Yoongi:

His head nodded, taking in every word that you said, paying close attention as you told him how you felt. “I just wanted to know how you felt about it, and what you wanted?”

“I still want you if that’s your question.”

“Even if I don’t want children?” You queried, struggling to believe him. “You did just listen to what I told you, didn’t you?”

His eyes looked across at you, “it’s your decision, I wouldn’t pressurise you into having children if you didn’t want them, that would be unfair of me.”

“It’s not just about what I want though, what about you too?” You pushed, trying to look past the comforting smile that was on his face.

“It’s your body, you’re the one that matters.”

“If we were ever parents, we’d be a team Yoongi,” you sighed, “it’s not just a decision I can make alone, we have to be sure of this together.”

“I’m sure, I want exactly what you want.”

Hoseok:

It was hard for him to listen as you told him what you’d been dying to tell him for weeks. “Maybe we just need to find a way to figure our lives out without children then?”

“You really think that’s something you can do?”

“I want to give it a try,” he admitted, running his hands through his hair, “I just never imagined myself not having children in the future.”

You smiled softly, failing to meet his eyes. “You can go Hobi, I’d understand. I don’t want you to live your life with regrets by not having a family.”

“I want to be with you more than I want children,” he responded, letting go of a shaky breath. “You’ve always been my priority in everything.”

“Even now I’ve told you how I feel?”

“Of course,” he assured you, “it just means that I’ve got to focus more on you in the future as no one else will be needing my attention.”

“I’ve always had your attention anyway.”

Namjoon:

He felt his heart break as you told him how you felt about having children. “Are you sure you’ve given it enough thought, we still have our whole lives ahead of us Y/N.”

“I’ve made up my mind Namjoon.”

“But what about in a few years?” He continued to question, refusing to accept what you said. “Loads of people say they don’t want kids until they do.”

Your head shook as he desperately tried to convince you. “I know it’s what you want, but I know what I want too, and that won’t change.”

“Surely we can try and find a way to both get what we want though,” he hopefully suggested, “couples always figure these things out.”

“You really think that we can do that?”

“I want to give it a try,” he mused, resting his head in his hands. “I don’t want this to be a huge deal breaker for the two of us.”

“I don’t want it to be either.”

Jimin:

It was a conversation you knew was never going to end well, as you noticed Jimin wipe underneath his eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking Jimin, don’t be quiet about all of this.”

“It’s sad, but I’m honestly alright with it.”

“It’s really something you’d be alright to miss out on?” You frowned, not trusting his expression entirely as he looked at you.

His head nodded, “I want to be with you, no matter what. It’s a hard sacrifice to make, but I feel like I’m willing to do it for you.”

“What if one day you regret it? What if one day you realise that you want children?” You frowned, knowing deep down how important a family was to him.

“I’d regret not being with you more.”

“It’s easy for you to say that now,” you whispered, “but this isn’t something that you can change when you’re old and without children.”

“I know, but I will be alright.”

Taehyung:

He cleared his throat as you finished speaking, smiling across at you. “There are other options if childbirth scares you, I’m sure most women are scared of it beforehand.”

“It’s not childbirth, it’s just children in general.”

“But maybe we could adopt, find a child of an age that you’d be happy with,” he continued to suggest, missing the point you were making.”

You raised your hand before he could speak again, “you’re missing my point Taehyung, I know that you want children, but this is a decision for us both.”

“You really don’t think you’ll want children,” he mumbled, trying hard to mask the pain in his voice. “Or do you not want them now?”

“Right now, no, but maybe in the future too.”

“I think we do need to talk a bit more,” he whispered, “there’s no need to be so hasty in making decisions as important as this one.”

“That’s true, there’s a lot to discuss.”

Jungkook:

The moment your eyes met his you could tell that he had a lot to get off his chest. “Well, we’re still quite young, it’s not like I want to have children just yet either.”

“I’m not just talking about the immediate future.”

“What are you talking about then?” He quizzed, quickly noticing that he’d not quite understood what you were saying. “You mean permanently?”

Your head slowly shook, watching his expression drop. “I do. I know we’re young Jungkook, but this is something I don’t think will change.”

“Do you think when we’re older that your mind will change?” He asked, with a tiny bit of hope left in his voice, “when we’re more mature?”

“I really don’t know Kook, it’s a long way off.”

“We’ll cross the bridge when we get to it,” he assured you, resting his hand over yours, “we’ve got the rest of our youth to enjoy yet.”

“Yeah, we’ve got years to wait yet.”

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bangtanmythology · 4 years ago

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In The Name Of Song. The Pack

Part five: The Pack:

Seokjin discovers he isn’t the only one who knows who you are and maybe you’re the key to fixing his sick pack mate.

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“Where is Y/N?” Seokjin’s voice was quiet, hurt, as he stared into your parents face, the bed where you had been just a few days before was left empty, untouched, thin sheets splayed across the floor, a small note on the bed.

Dear werewolves,

I took Y/N, she’ll be back when she’s ready to come back to this world,

Tell your werewolf friend that she’s transitioning,

She isn’t hurt, I’m keeping her safe,

Do NOT look for her,

Kindly,

Min Yoongi.

He knew who that was. He knew that Yoongi was the devil that cared for the 7th reality, supernatural creatures would go there for training, to continue the cycle that had been there for years. They had to kill those who committed sins in this world. He had gone there a few years ago, when he had left you all those years, he had known about it, an older werewolf who had been in his father’s pack had told him. He assumed you didn’t know about it, since you hadn’t told him about it. He wasn’t here. That was the problem, he had been gone. He wasn’t even in the pool house, where he’d usually be at the time. He was helping the youngest of the pack, Jungkook, he had been unwell for a while. At first, they had thought that he was going through heat, despite him having gone through several heats before, none had been like that one he was experiencing. Hoseok was convinced that it was because his mate had been nearby, that he could sense this and needed her company. Taehyung was more convinced that it was an actual sickness, perhaps a flu that just hit the werewolf too hard. Being a vampire, Taehyung clearly didn’t realise that werewolves didn’t simply catch colds.

Namjoon, their alpha was away, leaving Seokjin to tend to the younger wolf.

“When you came back from the 7th reality, you didn’t age as you have there, you came back at a normal age, the age you would have been if you had stayed here,” Your mum was staring at him, a small frown on her lips, “Do you think Y/N can do the same?” She asked, hopeful eyes staring through him.

“Well, I highly doubt that, I made a deal with a witch, she agreed with me that if I stayed for longer than I was supposed to, I could return back to my original age that I would have been in the real world. I spent a total of 3 years away from this world, do you know how I survived? When I began to get too old, she’d have a fallen angel bring me back to when I was 18 and then when she didn’t need me anymore, she returned me to this world, aged 18. I know and have done so many horrible things. She had me do her dirty work for her and if I was of use, she had me do everything. I was there as her muscle as she liked to put it. Y/N wouldn’t do that, she’ll come out in a few years, she’ll be older.” Seokjin was gripping the note hard in his hand.

“So, if it was only 3 years where were you for the other 3, when you didn’t come back until Y/N had turned 14?” Your father was glaring at the werewolf, eyes stone cold.

“Werewolves cannot survive on their own, they need a pack, I left for a year to find a pack, I hunted down two werewolves, they were sticking together, an alpha and an omega, their Salutary was away, disappeared and they were trying to hunt him down. That Salutary was discovered by me and the two of them almost a year and a half later. He was with a vampire, a vampire who had been strangely raised by werewolves who had then become the sentinel of the pack. We established our pack and I became the Beta of the pack, second in command. It took us another six months to vacate the cabin in the woods not far from here, the Omega had requested water nearby so we had to take down that cabin to ensure no predators could lurk and in the six months we built our own new cabin,” Seokjin seemed to have his whole life figured out, everything was in place for him.

“So, were you the one who’s been watching over Y/N in that werewolf for the last year then?” Your mums face was drawn into a sour pout, lips wrinkled around the edges and tired hollowed eyes staring over the younger man’s head. His eyes creased into a confused expression, his brain leaping from conclusion to conclusion.

“no-“

There was a large gap before any more words were said, Seokjin’s brain found the only possible conclusion that made sense. Jungkook.

“I’ll be back, I know who it was!”

And with those final words Seokjin was leaping up from your bed, running through the house and down the streets, towards the forest. His feet stumbling and tripping as he rid himself of layers of clothing, the late hour allowing him to comfortably do so. His ankles twisted, bones cracked and popped out of their sockets. A horrifying crack and creak of breaking bones echoed throughout the empty streets and then a beautiful brown wolf with Golden sunshine eyes leapt through the concrete streets that slowly became leaf covered dirt and the crunching beneath his paws soon reached the ears of 4 supernatural beings that resided deep in the forest. His paws halted all movement as they reached the large cabin, The Alpha was stood in the doorway, strict, cold eyes staring at the older wolf.

“Seokjin, why didn’t you fetch me?” His voice was cold and tired, a hunt had clearly gone badly for him, his tight expression told Seokjin so much as his bones returned to normal. His naked body shook as he adjusted back to his human state.

“I’ve had a lot on my mind Namjoon, the girl I lo- “

“Our pack comes first!”

The voice boomed across the expanse of the forest, skating over the length of the large lake and bouncing through the walls of the cabin, two younger men came bounding through the door, one of pale dead complexion and one with a completely puzzled look on his face. The Alpha’s eyes were glowing red, a threat sitting low in his throat, a growl emitting from him that had the Beta lowering his head and clasping his hands together in front of him.

“Well, I also helped that girl,” Hobi’s voice was low and shy, unwilling to meet the eyes of the Alpha and Beta, the younger next to him sucked in a deep breath.

“Man, werewolves are so stupid,” His voice was full of laughter, a joke to lighten the dark atmosphere that had taken over the late afternoon.

“Who is this special girl? How important is she that you both prioritised her over Jungkook!?” His voice began calm but by the end Namjoon was raising his voice loud enough to make the three men flinch.

“I don’t know her, Yoongi asked me for help, you know I assist him in the 7th reality every so often, she had just transitioned for the first time! Her legs were all cut up and she was in pain, she couldn’t move, I had to help her, you know my good werewolf nature mixed with my motherly instinct from my jaguar side makes me good at caring for others,” He was enthusiastically putting together a case to protect himself, once again using his breeds to his advantage.

“Hobi, I wish you’d stop blaming your idiocy on your mixed breed heritage,” Namjoon mumbled, eyes darting straight to Seokjin.

“Okay, first, Hobi what the fuck! Why did not tell me! That girl, that’s- My- That-“ His head was reeling at this information, Y/N was hurt, she really did need him and he didn’t help her, instead, his dumb were jaguar pack mate.

“That’s Y/N, my little Y/N, my own little sister, the person who I was supposed to protect with my life and yet, you-, you did more for her than I could,” Seokjin was truly dejected, a pang of guilt hitting him straight through the heart.

“so what? This girl is the reason you wanted to be close to this god-awful town?” Namjoon was sighing, eyes returning to normal as he watched the older male nod his head.

“her name is Y/N, she’s a mermaid, something is wrong with her, she needs to be with me, by my side, she’s my mate, I need her, you need to get her out of that reality, bring her back here.”

The voice was weak and exhausted, a slight pant accentuating each word, his body heaving with the efforts of having moved from his bed. A small shirt was gripped into his tight fist, a familiar scent overtaking Seokjin’s nose. A wet cloth sat snug on Jungkook’s forehead, ragged hair sticking to the material, droplets of sweat working their way down his exposed torso.

“Jungkook, you couldn’t even move before, did Hobi- “

“I didn’t do anything, it’s the shirt, it’s Y/Ns, I happened to have it with me in my bag, I completely forgot about it but I pulled it out when I was helping Jungkook, and he turned into some feral beast, he attacked me and ripped it from my hands,” Hobi was waving his arms as he spoke, exaggerating every word with a movement of his wrist. Taehyung was nodding along to everything,

“It’s true Namjoon, his eyes were glowing red, they were so scary, he became a different person, he just snatched the shirt and sniffed it and then he seemed to get better, it was like magic, of course, magic isn’t real be-“

“enough!” Namjoon was once again making all the boys flinch, all except Jungkook who remained stoic as his body shook with fever.

“Seokjin did you know about this?” Namjoon was rubbing his hands over his face, anger filling his every pore. Seokjin shook his head,

“I didn’t but that’s why I came over, I had a feeling, I knew something wasn’t right, Jungkook has been switching in to his werewolf form involuntarily for the past few days, he always leaves for hours but comes back every time slightly better than when he left, I think his wolf has been taking him to see her,” Seokjin was now sitting on the steps of the cabin, a dressing gown pulled snug over his body that Taehyung had put over him a few minutes prior.

“then, we need to cut her training short and bring her here,”

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bts-hyperfixation · 3 years ago

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Drunken Confessions

BTS Reaction/scenarios - He is drunk and he needs to tell you something.

It’s over 3000 words... don’t ask how because I don’t know

Warnings: Vomit (only in Jin’s) and it isn’t graphic, binge drinking,

Namjoon - F2L

The party is in full swing

You'd lost sight of the boys ages ago, although you occasionally caught wind of Tae's dulcet tones or Jin’s windshield wiper laugh

That's why you were taken completely by surprise when your 6-foot, built like a house, best friend draped himself over your shoulders

Making you spill the drink you've been pouring

You tried to swap him away so you could clear up the mess he made but he just slides his arms down and around your waist subsequently locking your arms in place and forcing you to watch the sticky puddle spread across the desk

“I love you” he announces hugging you impossibly tighter

“I know Joon.” You laugh

“No! I looove you” he tries again

You roll your eyes

“I love you too Joon” you wriggle trying to escape his death grip

“You don't get it! He stamps his foot like a petulant child releasing you enough so you can turn in his arms

You reach up to cup his cheek and he nuzzles into the fond embrace

“Come on Joon let's take a break.”

You catch JK in the crowd and ask him to clear up the mess while you deal with a very drunk Namjoon

Inside the comfort of his bedroom you managed to get free from his clutches.

Getting all the way to the last room on the corridor had been a whole workout, especially given the fact you could only waddle

You sit down on the bed and gesture for him to join you

You lean against the headboard, and he leans on your shoulder.

You reach up to run a hand through his hair just as JK brings you 2 bottles of water he tosses them onto the bed and you mouth thank you as he backs away

You open one and take a swig before putting the bottle to his lips

“I'm not that drunk” he grumbles still taking a long sip

“uh huh”

“I'm not! I just needed a little bit more confidence than normal”

“And you found it at the bottom of a bottle”

Yeah… well… kinda” he looks miserable as he drains the last of the first bottle

“What did you need extra confidence for anyway?”

“For you dumb ass”

He sits up and in that moment he looks fully sober searching your eyes and only finding confusion

You don't have time to react before his lips are on yours

It stuns you for a moment until you sink into the embrace, the taste of alcohol washed away by the water

It’s a little sloppy as he holds your face, kissing like he has something to prove

“I love you.” He pants pulling away

“Oh”

“yeah…” he looks down into his lap, his nailbeds suddenly becoming the most interesting thing on the planet

“Joon”

“Uh huh”

“Joon!” You grab his chin to make him look up

“I love you too”

You never ended up returning to the party

Seokjin - New relationship

This is the first time you've hung out with his friends

It's beyond awkward as you both tried to navigate the new situation

Neither of you paid attention to how much alcohol had been put in front of you drink topped up frequently by the maknae line

They like to think they're helping

They are not

Jin’s tolerance turns out to be a lot lower than yours it isn't long before he is hunched over a toilet while you wait anxiously outside the door

When you hear the heaving stop you slip inside and fill the glass behind the sink to give to him

You kneel at his side rubbing soft circles into his back as you slowly tip the water into his mouth

He swallows a little then uses the rest to swell out the terrible taste left behind

“I'm sorry” he Mumbles when you stand to refill the glass

“Accidents happen Jinnie we've all been here before”

“Maybe you should leave… you shouldn't… shouldn't have to” he slurs trying to lift his head from the basin

“I'm not going to leave you like this what kind of girlfriend would I be.”

You sit back beside him, setting the water to the side and hauling his large frame into your lap

You push the sweaty hair away from his forehead smiling as his eyes closed

The worlds moving too fast his face scrunches at the thought as if he could magically stop the spinning

And if you had the power you would have done it

No questions asked

Instead you settle for putting a damp flannel across his face to cool him down and smooth his features

His eyes reopen staring straight up at you, pupils still dilated from the alcohol

You can see the moment the room stops spinning, he blinks sleepily watching you take care of him

“I'm going to marry you someday”

You giggle but he doesn't

You busy yourself stretching to cool the flannel without jostling him

He reaches for your cheek to pull your eyes back to him

“I love you”

Those are the last words you get from him before he passes out on you

Yoongi - F2L

The two of you had spent all day legs entwined on the opposite ends of the sofa in his studio

You're the only person he allows to sit and work with him on a regular basis because he knows that's all you want to do

He could trust you to not ask annoying questions or breathe too loud

Nope, you will patiently work on your own thing, providing the company he craved without the pesky social interaction

However neither of you have thought to eat since breakfast

And the sun has long since set

You pull your headphones off and signal for him to do the same

He looks annoyed and confused until you gesture at the clock on the wall

The boys made him put one up last time he did a 24-hour stint

His mouth formed a little ‘o’ as he stretched his arms over his head

“Dinner?” He suggests, placing his laptop to the side and untangling his legs from yours

You end up at the Korean barbecue place round the corner from the Hybe building

Three plates of meat and 3 bottles of soju in you start to think drinking on a mostly empty stomach was a bad idea

You are currently watching a drunk August D try to give a concert to some concerned looking uncles

He turns back to face you gummy smile lighting up his whole face, cheeks pink from the alcohol

His mood is contagious

You can't help joining him, filling in Max's parts from burn it

Having finished the latest encore Yoongi pays the bill for the entire restaurant and pulls you out into the night

He doesn't turn back towards the studio

Instead leading you to a nearby park

When he is satisfied with the spot, he lies down on the floor and stares up at the starless sky above the bright lights of Seoul

You lay next to him, and his hand finds yours intertwining your fingers

He sighs like every weight in the world has just been lifted off his shoulders

“Penny for your thoughts?” You ask rubbing little circles on his hand with your thumb

“I love you”

It's out before his brain has time to catch up with his mouth

You feel the panic as his hand tightens around yours a silent prayer that you won't pull away from him

You don't

Hoseok - Established Relationship

Ever the introspective drunk, Hobi has been sat quietly in the corner of the karaoke room since he finished second glass of wine

He watches you as you laugh and dance with the best people in his life

Watching as even timid Kookie pulls you close to belt out lyrics

You've been keeping track of him out the corner of your eye

He sometimes has a tendency to get sad if you leave him in his thoughts for too long

But tonight he has a quiet smirk on his features the entire time

Four songs later you excuse yourself from the rabble claiming strained vocal cords and go to sit on your boyfriends lap

You've lost track of what number glass of beer he is on, but he seems perfectly content if not a little sleepy

“Want to go home baby?” You ask stroking his cheek

He shakes his head a little blinking slowly “want to watch you having fun”

You lean down to press your lips to his softly hearing wolf whistles through the mikes

You lift your middle fingers to the boys simultaneously

When he realises your synchronisation Hobi starts laughing manically, returning to his regular self again

“I love you so much.” He murmurs against your lips suddenly wide awake again

“Maybe we should go home after all” he winks dragging his hand purposefully up your bare leg stopping just under the hem of your skirt

Jimin - F2?

There's nothing better than a night out on the town with your best friend

So why does Jimin look like someone just stole his favourite Gucci shirt

He was so smiley when he left you on the dance floor to go to the bathroom

Now he is glaring daggers at you from the bar across the club

Not you

The man you were dancing with to fill the time

He was probably just worried you were going to be selfish and abandoned him for a hook-up

You excuse yourself from your temporary dance partner and make your way to the disgruntled blonde

You reach him just in time to take the large tequila shot out of his hand and down at yourself

“You know you shouldn't be drinking these" you chide cringing as the alcohol stings your throat

“You're a little late” he grumbles gesturing to the tasting platter of five other shots on the bar behind him

You take his hand and lead him away from the loud club music into the smoking area

“what's gotten into you all of a sudden?” You can't help but worry something happened in the short time he'd been gone

“Nothing’s gotten into me” he gets defensive crossing his arms and refusing to meet your arms

“Come on Chim, we were having so much fun”

“You were having fun! I've been watching you grind your ass on some meathead for the last 30 minutes”

You're a little shocked at the outburst and confused over the amount of time lost

“Why did you leave me for so long?” You can't help feeling a little abandoned yourself all of a sudden

He senses you close in on yourself after the way he spoke to you

“Look, you just seemed like you were having more fun without me” he finally looks at you head on, one hand coming up to stroke your arm comfortingly

“I could never have more fun without you” you whisper part of you hoping he finally hears the pining in your voice

He doesn't

“Let's get out of here, I’ve ruined the mood now anyway and those shots are going to catch up with me soon.”

He leads you out of the club and of course he's right

He's barely coherent for the taxi ride home

You managed to hobble into his house together

You leave him sprawled out in the middle of his bed

It's not your first time fixing a drunk Jimin

You empty his trash can and place it by the bed

Raid the cabinet for paracetamol

Fetch 3 glasses of water

And carefully pull off his tight jeans

Satisfied he is settled

You go to change into an oversized tee shirt and a pair of his boxer

Your regular attire when faced with an impromptu bestie sleepover

As you walk out of the bathroom you find Jimin awake and downing water like he'd been stuck in the desert for weeks

“You look so pretty in my clothes” he slurs around the glass

He places the glass down and tries to move over so you can fit in the bed too

He almost falls out

You catch his arm just before he rolls too far pulling him back to you and cuddling close for warmth

Just as you're drifting off you think you hear him whispering to your hair kissing you softly

“I love you Y/N”

Taehyung - F2?

Such a cuddly drunk

He has been attached to you like a sloth clinging to a branch throughout the entire party

Not that you care, it's nice to have your friend so close

He spends the time between sips whispering in your ear mostly gossip and judgement of people the two of you don't particularly like

The whole night he has you giggling

It feels petty but you can't stop yourselves

“You’re so funny Tae, I love you so much.” You say between laughs.

Of course you meant it platonically

But drunk Tae didn't quite get that memo

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that to me!”

He launched into a monologue revealing everything he had kept inside

“I didn't think you felt like that”

“I thought it was just me!”

“This is going to be so much fun! We can go out on little dates, and I can spoil you and...”

“Actually we do all that now”

“But now we could do it as more than friends”

“I love you so much, I might explode”

You mean to interrupt his rambles, but he never takes a breath

So you just sit and watch as he gets more animated describing your future lives together

The longer he goes the more you realise maybe you didn't mean it platonically after all

Jungkook - E2L

You usually try to avoid JK like the plague

You are great friends with the rest of the boys, but you've never managed to befriend JK

In fact you were fairly certain he hated your guts

It's been years since you first found Yoongi

The first time he brought you around the others they'd all been so welcoming

Except the maknae

You've been reassured he just didn't deal well with new people

Once he got comfortable it’d be fine

Apparently he never got comfortable

So now you're at a party celebrating the boys recent string of successes

And in true BTS fashion it's not just an ordinary party

Nope this one was ‘Run!BTS’ themed

So you are standing amongst the group of idols and their friends waiting for their orders

The management team pulls out a bag filled with names and each member is summoned to pick out a card

Once each member has drawn they turn to reveal their partners

You can't help but roll your eyes when you see how annoyed JK looks to be holding your name

You open another can downing the contents before you are zip tied to the world's most obnoxious idol for the evening

The first challenge was supposed to be easy

Build a tower from toilet roll

But every time you reach in one direction, he leans the other and bulldozes your efforts with your joint wrists

Losing means shots

You take your punishment like a champ

The other boys finding this cruel twist of fate hilarious

Challenge two is a scavenger hunt

Problem is you struggle to agree on where to look first

It feels like he is trying to ignore you

Time runs out and you’re with two items to everyone else is 5

Some more shots

Challenge #3 is player trivia

The aim is to answer questions about the other person to gain points

There's no way you're winning this one

Except you do

JK knows every answer

Your birthday

Your mums name

Your first pet

Even your shoe size

He still won't meet your eyes though

Doesn't even give you a chance to ask him about it

The final challenge is hide and seek

This task is doubled in difficulty having to hide two bodies in the same place

Tripled by the fact you don't really want to be stuck in a confined space with a man that hates you

You contemplate forfeiting but JK's competitive drive has kicked in since winning the last challenge

He drags you away before you can protest

He shoves you into a cupboard you'd never noticed before, following you in and pulling the door closed

It's tiny

And he's pressed so close

Even in the dim light you can see every freckle on his nose

You're compelled by the strangest urge to trace the pattern with your fingers

And your brain is too drunk to stop you

“What are you doing?” He hisses through his teeth, grabbing your wrist

It's the first time he's looked at you directly and his eyes are just so pretty

You hear steps approaching and come back to your senses yanking your hand away

Bashing it against the wall in the process

His hand covers your mouth before you can yell in pain

“Thanks” you mumble when the steps have retreated

“You're welcome” he drags his hand away and once again refuses to look at you directly

“JK?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you hate me?”

“He releases a long sigh

“Maybe this is the alcohol or maybe it's the game… either way I don't hate you”

His reply raises more questions than it does answers

“Then why?..”

“You can't ask me why…”

“I have every right to know why you refuse to acknowledge me”

You stamp your foot to emphasise your point

He turns to look at you properly again and size even more dramatically

“It's because you're off limits”

Yoongi hyung said none of us could date his friends… but you were pretty and funny”

You're more than shocked by the revelation

“Ignoring you seemed simple and trying not to get attached

Not that it did me any good”

You’re still not sure you're following him correctly

It sounded as if he just admitted his feelings are the exact opposite to what you thought

“I fell in love anyway, so I lashed out to deal with it”

“In love…” You breathe out

“Yeah… in love”

You're about to follow up with a million more questions when the door is wrenched open an JK fall straight on his ass

“Come on, you guys won let's get you untied before you murder one another.” Jimin winks before heading back towards the main room

Masterlist

Survey to tell me about your kinks for fun

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction || Scolding Your Child [Request]

A/N: This all just reminds me of that clip of Jackson Wang with the little girl who was playing in water omg

Seokjin:

It was your son's 8th birthday and Jin had thrown a huge surprise party for him at the BigHit building complete with a bouncy castle which now looking at it seemed more for the boys than it did for your son and his friends.

"Jin sweetie?" You called out at the bottom of the bouncy castle and he came down smiling at you as the other members stood at the top watching you both talking.

"I can't find him, he said he was going to go and find you and then he vanished right before I could say anything." Neither of you was panicked by the sudden disappearance of your son he couldn't get out of the BigHit building so he couldn't have wandered far.

"I'll get Namjoon to go and check the security cameras and then-" Jin stopped when he turned around and you followed his gaze to find your eight-year-old son climbing onto the side panels of the bouncy castle and Jin went red in the face panicking about him falling down and seriously hurting himself.

"Get down!" He yelled when you both reached your son, he was laughing along with his friends cheekily as you tried to grab him,

"I saw uncle Jimin do it so I wanted to try," Your son protested so you pulled him down and stood him in front of you, you were about to take charge when Jin did it for you. Neither you nor Jin had been great at the whole scolding thing but your son wasn't spoiled and he respected everyone around him,

"So if uncle Jimin took a long walk off a short pier would you follow?" Jin questioned raising an eyebrow at your son who just shrugged his shoulders and answered,

"If I had my swimming trunks yes," You held back the giggle you wanted to let out and you son ran off you rubbed Jin's lower back and kissed his shoulder as he stood there staring at the space where your son had been stood.

"He gets his humour from you,"

"Sometimes that isn't a good thing." Jin mumbled wrapped his arms around your waist and taking you over to where the food was so you could properly plan a way to scold your son when the party was over,

"Uncle Jimin is grounded too," You mumbled pointing over at Jimin who was now scaling the side of the bouncy castle once again.

"JIMIN!" Jin yelled and Jimin jumped down and sprinted away right as Jin began walking towards him.

Yoongi:

Your kids had all be warned that they weren't allowed to go into their dad's studio, it was one of the house rules and the most stuck by one. Even you weren't allowed in there so the kids all accepted it, except for your youngest daughter who was 4 and always wanted to be with Yoongi.

"I told you, baby, you're not allowed." You told her as you pulled her away from the door to the at-home studio that Yoongi practically lived in.

"How about we go and play with dolls instead?" She shook her head and sat down in front of the studio door staring up at it as if it would somehow make Yoongi come out and grab her.

"Wait here." You whispered to her sprinting off to find your phone on the other side of the house, why did you need such a big house there was only four of you in the house.

"Namjoon? What's up?!" You asked running back to the place where you had left your daughter only to find her missing and the studio door pulled open.

"Shit. I'll call you back." You hung up and rushed into the room to find your daughter standing there with her arms folded over her chest, her bottom lip out and tears on her cheeks as Yoongi scolded her for going into the room she wasn't allowed in.

"You know you're not allowed." She rushed over to you hiding behind your legs and mumbling that she was scared of her dad, Yoongi was strict but he had been the same way with your son.

"He's right." You said pulling her out from behind you and standing her in front of you and Yoongi,

"You know you're not allowed in here." Your tone was softer than the one Yoongi was using but you knew that yelling and screaming wouldn't make her understand,

"You could get hurt in here, or you could ruin daddy's work." You told her and she sniffled looking at Yoongi who was agreeing with you. She said nothing but threw her arms around Yoongi's neck bringing him down to her level.

"I just wanted to spend time with dad," Yoongi stared at you as you smirked at him, he could never stay mad at her because of the way she was with him. The kids both made him a huge softy though he would never admit that out loud to them since he still had to be more of a father figure than a friend to them.

"We'll spend time together when I'm done, okay?" She nodded and you both walked out of the room together.

Hoseok:

Your daughter was spoilt rotten, you and Hoseok would never spoil her she had to work for the money she got every week by doing chores around the house but she was getting to the age where she no longer wanted to do any chores, she just wanted the money.

"You're not going out until you earn the money yourself." You told your 15-year-old daughter as she followed you around the kitchen. She'd come home demanding you give her money to go out to the cinema with some friends and you told her no since she'd been neglecting her chores all week.

"Fine! I'll go and ask dad!" With that she turned around only to come face to face with Hoseok who raised an eyebrow at her, she began batting her eyes up at him and asking nicely for the money.

"You haven't done your chores this week, you know the rules." She scoffed at you both,

"We're rich! Why can't I just take the money we have! It's not like we need it!" You watched as Hobi put his coffee mug down onto the kitchen counter,

"We earn the money because it teaches us values, you can't expect to get something for nothing young lady." He started and she began to rant back at him about how she was his daughter and it wasn't fair that she had to earn her money,

"You could always go out and get a job." You started and she stared at you with an expression of shock mixed with anger,

"A job?!" You stared at her raising your eyebrow,

"I had one when I first met your dad and continued to keep it until I had you." She laughed at you and began ranting about how you weren't working now and Hoseok lost it. He began yelling about how spoilt she was acting and how she wasn't allowed to go anyway because she was grounded for the next two nights.

"Go to your room!" He finally finished and she stormed off with her arms folded over her chest mumbling words about you both. Something you and Hoseok did as kids whenever you were scolded.

"We've got another on the way, you'll be doing this all over again in 15 years." You teased touching the small bump that was under your shirt and he groaned debating about going and calming his daughter down but he knew that would only make her think she could get away with things again so he left it.

Namjoon:

Much like Namjoon your son was clumsy and he was clumsy from an early age, he was always falling off of things or dropping things, or just breaking things much like his dad so it was no surprise that he was always falling off his bike whenever he rode it. You, Namjoon, and the boys were taking your son out to a local park for the day since it was beautiful sunny weather and he was riding along on his bike next to Namjoon and Jungkook when he fell off and you heard him scream the words,

"Ah shit." From there it felt like the world was moving in slow motion you'd never heard those words leave his mouth until that day and you never wanted to hear it again, your 5-year-old son hadn't heard that from you or Namjoon so you stared at him as Namjoon picked him up brushing off his scraped knee while you searched for a band-aid in your handbag that you always carried around.

"Where did you hear that?" Jungkook was walking away trying to act as innocent as he could possibly be and you should have guessed that that was where he had heard the words from. Jungkook was the one that swore the most around you guys but you assumed he had it stopped since you all had kids to be mindful of, it was no surprise that he'd picked up on it since Jungkook babysat the most out of all of the boys.

"Uncle Jungkook says it a lot when you aren't around." Jungkook froze at the mention of his name and you began lecturing your son on why he wasn't supposed to say words like that because they were bad while Namjoon got up from the floor and began scolding Jungkook right in front of you son so he would realise it wasn't allowed - even for adults.

"It was one time!" Jungkook yelled but Namjoon wasn't having any of it he didn't want his son to grow up thinking swearing was okay, he bent down onto his knees in front of you son and gave him a second lecture about how naughty words weren't allowed to be said and you son agreed promising never to copy his uncle Jungkook again and Jungkook promised never to swear in front of the kids again.

Jimin:

You were walking around the mall with Jimin and your daughter looking for a birthday present for Jin's son when your daughter spotted a new dollhouse that she had been wanting for months but you'd already bought her the toy and it was waiting back at home for her birthday next month.

"I want one daddy!" She yelled out loud enough for people to start turning around to see what she was doing, you looked at her as she tried to convince her dad to buy her the dollhouse that she wanted but Jimin told her no.

"But I want it now daddy!" She yelled stomping her foot on the floor and then folding her arms across her chest like she was a spoilt little girl when it wasn't true.

"No, we're here for your cousin's birthday." She stood in place when you and Jimin tried to leave and you stared back at her as she stood her ground demanding that she had the dollhouse now instead of waiting.

"This is your fault." You giggled to him as he picked her up and carried her out of the toy shop kicking and screaming about how she wanted the dollhouse and how she deserved it.

"How do you work that out?" He asked as she continued to kick to try and get down but neither of you were having it.

"You're always bringing her gifts and spoiling her a lot," It was something that bothered you a lot, you didn't want her to become one of those children that demanded everything they wanted and then got it. Jimin put her down in front of him and began to tell her off,

"This isn't the way we brought you up." You watched as you daughter was shocked into being silent. Jimin never raised his voice at her ever so it was quite a shock to your both to see him doing it now, he began to tell her that she was behaving wrong and if she continued he would ground her and she wouldn't go to the party at all.

"But dad-"

"No buts!" You watched as she nodded and stared at the floor following you both around in silence as you continued to hunt for a birthday gift.

Taehyung:

Your son wasn't exactly thrilled by the fact that his dad had to work on his birthday but the producers had been kind enough to let you go and hang around on set while they filmed an episode of run and everything was going fine until they brought out a giant bouncy castle for the boys to film on.

"I want to play." He grumbled sitting on the floor in front of you and watching his dad as well as his six uncles all climb around the bouncy castle, throwing balloons full of paint at one another.

"Not yet, daddy is busy." He mumbled something you didn't hear but he got up from the floor rushing over to his dad and began telling him that he had had enough of waiting and that it was his time to play now. The producers cut the cameras and you rushed out onto the set for him,

"He's just cranky because he's tired." You lied knowing your son had already napped and had a full night of sleep the night before.

"No! I want to play! I miss daddy!" That was all it took and he began to throw a tantrum about not being able to see Taehyung enough and how he wanted to spend more time with him,

"Tae I'll take him home-" You couldn't finish your sentence because Taehyung went down onto his knees and faced your son,

"What have I told you about tantrums?" You watched as Taehyung scolded your son in front of everyone. He'd always been amazing with your kid, you both were, he was just a little stricter when it came to keeping him in line and yelling at him whenever he did something wrong.

"But I miss you-"

"I miss you too and I know it's your birthday but daddy is very busy. We have a surprise for you after all this is done so keep being good and you can have it okay?" He nodded and you both walked away to sit and watch from the side again, this time your son sat in silence and watched his dad play with his uncles.

Jungkook:

You were bringing food into Jungkook and your son who were playing video games, it was Jungkook's day off and he was spending it with his son to get some bonding done.

"What are you playing?" You asked when you watched Jungkook acting dramatic when he lost, your son looked up and then back down at the screen ignoring you. He'd been in a bad mood with you since the night before when you wouldn't let him stay up late to greet Jungkook but it was the only time you would have with Jungook for a while,

"Teaching him how to play overwatch," Jungkook chuckled going back to the game and explaining the controls to him,

"Oh let me." You swapped places with Jungkook and began playing against your son who was winning at first but you managed to beat him and he threw the controller down onto the floor before punching you in the arm. He was only 6 so it wasn't like it hurt but Jungkook shut it down right away, standing in front of him and making him look him in the eyes.

"Hey! Hey!" He looked at his dad with tears in his eyes and Jungkook shook his head at him,

"We don't hit! We don't hit mummy, daddy or anyone else, do you understand?" Your son nodded as he let tears roll down his face, Jungkook was being firm about this since it was a serious thing to get into your sons head from a young age and your son threw his arms around your neck holding you tightly and kissing your cheek promising that he would never hurt you again. He then looked at your arm where he had hit you and gave it a 'magic' kiss so that it would feel better.

"No more games tonight, we'll do something else together okay?" Your son nodded and left the room to go and find board games for you all to play while Jungkook sat down next to you and you praised him for doing such a good job of scolding him. He'd always been worried he wouldn't be up to it.

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