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6 inch (heels) // jhs

She murdered everybody and I was her witness.

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: one shot, angst, fluff, yearning, growing tension, friends to lovers, slight smut

word count: 4K+

warnings: mentions of mature topics, recreational dr!g use, mar!juana, cigarettes, club scene/celeb party, cunnilingus, dry humping bcs desperate, fingers ( in a few ways…), dom!sub, dom hoseok!sub reader, alcohol consumption, probably a good amount of swearing, and the most important warning of all: JITB era hoseok.

summary: your best friend convinces you to attend a launch party, without mentioning the presence of a certain someone. Inspired by the song 6 Inch from Beyoncé’s Lemonade.

note: I really don’t know how long this will end up but hoseok is going away soon and this is me coping. being delusional is the best way. we know namjoon is my soulmate but hobi…actually I’ll be quiet. sorry if this is too raunchy for you, I got some fluff coming soon. sorry for any errors, I suck sometimes. I hope you like it feel free to leave comments and asks. playlists in bio🫶🏾

“Y/N just give it a chance. You’ll never get out if you don’t actively try,” she pleaded. Here I am, still in bed reading the same book while listening to my best friend attempt to persuade me to leave the house. I know she’s right but I’d rather choke than admit how much I want to go. The thought of complimentary champagne and weed was the only thing lingering in my mind. Well, not the only thing but I’d rather not talk about him.

“I can see that sparkle of longing in your eye and I promise he won’t be there!” Aniase exclaimed dramatically. I almost missed the Cheshire grin that slipped past her lips. “I am not even thinking about him, I just have nothing to wear,” I said beaming with trepidation. I can’t put anything past her I don’t know why I even try. “The launch starts at 8, I’ll hang your dress on the door at 6,” she explained letting out a breviloquent sigh. I glanced at the white clock on my nightstand, zoning out slightly as the iridescent 4:46 swirled into unrecognizable shapes. I turned around to see Aniase walk out quietly shoulders heavy with burden.

I closed my long-forgotten novel and flopped my head into my pillow in despair. I don’t need everyone thinking they constantly have to babysit me. I know they only want what's best for me, but sometimes what's best for me is just me. The comfort in knowing I can’t get hurt right now is enough to appease my unstable emotions even if it means coincidentally being busy during events he could possibly attend. As much as I want to rot away in bed, my perspicacious ability warns me. Aniase’s intransigent attitude flashed through my mind.

I lept from my bed as the clock read 5:30, I’ve spent too much time moping about. I rush to my bathroom searching for my makeup bag catching a glance of myself in the mirror bringing me to a halt. Bags adorned my tired eyes, a stain-riddled t-shirt hung loose around my torso, all while a giant hair clip he gifted me held back my messy hair. Seems as if evening passing he’s somehow invading my everyday life.

“Hoseok. Jung Hoseok,” his name appeared suddenly in my mind. I don’t think Aniase is telling the truth about him coming to the launch but on the slight hope that he does, I can’t look like this! I’m a wreck and all because of a man whose smile can light up an entire universe. I’m so utterly in love with him that everything feels unfeasible without him. A radiant star even the moon smiles back when he bids a greeting, our first encounter on boundless repeat.

In my first year of graduate school, I received a paid internship from HYBE as a library assistant. I would run errands for the librarian, sort catalogs for upcoming meetings, assist in presentations, and my favorite help HYBE staff find the right read. I’ve always been a diffident individual, preferring to work or compete alone. Books and writing were my best friends, besides Aniase of course. Haruki Murakami is my favorite author, when a certain Kim Namjoon sauntered in with a bright Hoseok in tail looking for his newest release I was ecstatic, to say the least. Combating the harshness of reality while completing a Ph.D. is enough in itself, but combine it with continual yearning and you’re done.

“Hey Y/N! You already know what I’m here for,” Namjoon said cheerfully, grinning from ear to ear at me. “I sure do and I hate to say it but I may have read the first chapter already…” I trailed off with a guilt-filled expression. Namjoons boisterous laugh filled our ears as he grabbed the book from my waiting hand. “I knew you couldn’t wait! You’re such a sly fox and for what?” he playfully questioned with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t help but be myself,” I smirked, “also it��s just as profound as we thought.” I shot back gleefully. I glanced over at Hoseok suddenly getting chills when our eyes connected. His fluffy, black hair styled gracefully on his forehead, tan skin illuminated in the library spotlights. His expression of curiosity only peaking my interest further. He wore loose washed-out blue jeans and a short-sleeved black sweater with a single white strip near the neck and arms.

Namjoon stood knowingly glancing between us. He shook his head in disbelief at the awkward staring contest we were having. “Ah hyung this is Y/N,” Namjoon said signaling to me cautiously. He knew how hard it was for me to introduce myself to anyone. I’d grown close to the patient leader during my first few weeks at HYBE. He frequented the library even advocating for its renovation and new employment. I’ve spent countless nights with him arguing over our next read or what guitar riff is better in a song. He’s another constant in my life I will forever be grateful for.

I raise my hand in return as Hoseok reaches for it across my desk. “It’s nice to finally meet you Y/N I’ve heard so much about you, you can call me Hoseok or J.” he beamed. His delicate hand lingered in mine for a second too long, I watched as his golden bracelet slid down his wrist. “Likewise,” I stuttered out embarrassingly quietly. Namjoon could have sworn he saw sparks fly when my manicured hand slipped into Hoseoks.

“Y/N it’s time for your lunch break, take an hour and a half we have to stay late tonight.” The librarian said in passing with her lunch bag in hand. Before I could respond she was already near the door, exiting without another word. I let out a sigh of dread and started to say my goodbyes. “Y/N why don’t you join us for lunch, seems like you have some free time today,” Namjoon said looking at Hoseok. I went to shake my head no until I saw Hoseok waiting for an answer. “You know what, sure can we get tteokbokki please?” I asked fluttering my eyelashes at Namjoon knowing he’ll break. “Of course, hyung’s buying let’s go!” he said playfully rolling his eyes at me.

I snap out of my reverie grabbing my makeup bag from under my cabinet. I slip into the first pair of matching undergarments I find, not having time to waste. I don’t know what color dress Aniase bought me so I settled on a black smoky eye with cat eyeliner and a glossy lip. I made a scornful face at my reflection when suddenly loud knocking fills my bedroom. “Open up I have your dress and you’re going, I won’t take no for an answer-” Aniase halts in the middle of her sentence as she takes in my appearance.

“You look so fucking good oh my gosh!” she yells pushing past me into my room, the small black fabric in her hand catching my eye. I turned around wide-eyed as she smiles at me holding it up. “Is that-” I start to get teary-eyed as she passed me the dress I’ve been wanting for months. It’s this simple black Calvin Klein dress I saw on a runway with Hoseok months ago. It was a slightly above-the-knee body con with velvet black straps. I’d been telling them how much I’d fallen in love with it and that I needed to have it one day. “Yes it is, I love you and no one deserves it more than you,” she said closing the space between us and pulling me in for a tight hug.

“To be completely honest with you I also got the dress because I knew you had the perfect pair of shoes to match,” she admitted looking directly at the shoes in my open closet. “I fucking knew you were up to something, I’ll wear the shoes if you go roll a joint right now,” I said pushing past her with a frustrated huff, grabbing the sleek white box from the closet floor. “You got it, boss,” she said laughing as she walked out of my room. I crossed my room and set the shoe box on my bed. I slipped into the dress, taking a few minutes to admire my figure in the mirror. I glanced at the clock that now read 6:46. I put on a small silver cross necklace my parents gifted me for getting into grad school, I can’t believe I’m already halfway through my last year.

I opened the shoe box on my bed and gasped at how beautiful the shoes were. Hoseok gifted me a pair of 6-inch black Versace Medusa Aevitas, but instead of the usual golden charm he custom-made a silver sun and moon charm. One on each shoe, coinciding to make a gorgeous pair of heels. I never had the chance to wear them until now. I slipped them on and took a quick picture of myself in the mirror. Feeling my reflection come alive and ignite with a passion akin to madness. I felt irresistible and I needed someone to see.

I don’t know what came over me but in a flash I grabbed my phone, angling myself in a provocative pose in the mirror. I snapped the picture trying to come up with a clever caption to send Namjoon. “Hey Siri, play 6 Inch by Beyonce.” I typed out laughing at my cringe idea. I didn’t have time to react before I instantly got a notification.

Hobi ddaeng: “Wow..you look stunning baby.”

My eyes widened in horror as I read the recipient's name. I audibly screamed and I looked down in shock. I don’t know what to say, I don’t know how I feel right now. I meant to send that to Namjoon I’m royally fucked. I have a plethora of questions but the main one being why did he respond so fast? I couldn’t stomach a response right now, I called Aniase into my room telling her I’m ready to smoke. My mind stayed fixated on Hoseoks' message through the night's progression. Aniase stared at me puzzled at my sudden mood change. “Is this because I made you wear the shoes?” she probed and passed me the joint. “No.” I simply stated, inhaling the plant to calm down.

At 7:50 I call a taxi to the apartment and we begin our 30-minute commute to the event center. I cross my legs hastily hoping the taxi driver didn’t get a peak under my short dress. His taxi smelled of cigarettes but he appears to be a nice middle-aged man. An email notification from my phone penetrates the stale air, making me jump slightly. The first thing I see is my professor's name and I audibly groan. “I’m so freaking tired of talking to my prof about my dissertation!” I exclaimed crossing my arms over my chest. Aniase laughed and didn’t spare me a second glance from her phone. “I thought Joon was helping you with that? Quit complaining and start worrying about the real problem!” she said. “Which is?” I questioned confused at her aimless outburst. “Your sex life,” she stated dryly looking up and laughing at the look of disgust on my face.

“You’re so gross just shut up please,” I begged while slapping her knee in embarrassment. I looked up noticing the taxi driver holding back laughter. I was quiet the rest of the ride and my nerves only grew worse. When we arrive at the building our driver opens the door for both of us and we are ushered inside by 2 security officers. As we walk through the labyrinth, the fluorescent office lights start to make me dizzy. I steady myself and give Aniase a look of reassurance.

“Here you go ladies, enjoy,” one of the tall officers says. He combs his hands through his gelled black hair and holds the door open. Aniase thanks, them as we cross the threshold into a sea of blinding lights. Blue, red, neons, and purple all flickered through the black-lit room. “Everything’s going to be alright Y/N, we can leave whenever you’re ready. Let’s go get a drink,” Aniase said pulling me through the small forming crowd on the dance floor. We spot the white-clothed table filled with champagne flutes and jello shots. “Isn’t this a clothing launch, it almost feels like a frat party,” I thought to myself. She handed me a glass of champagne and we downed it with solid cheers. This was Don Perigon 88, it tasted like heaven on the tongue and eased my nerves.

“Hey Aniase, Y/N!” a familiar voice echoed from the crowd. Kim Seokjin emerged from the crowd beaming at Aniase. I almost gagged when she sent a flirtatious wink in his direction. He grabbed her by the waist and gave her a bear hug. Sweeping her off of her feet because of their conflicting height difference. He then put her down and gave me a quick hug and lame pat on the back. “You suck Jin why don’t you two just fuck already?” I questioned causing him to turn red. “Hey you’re one to talk Ms.Jung,” Aniase struck back with funny intensity. “Fine, you win!” I said raising my hands in defeat. “Y/N about that…I’m going to steal Aniase for a while see you!” Seokjin said grabbing her hand and running before I could protest.

I grabbed another glass of champagne and walked slowly to a corner of the room. I can’t believe he just took her like that and she didn’t protest! I’m going to fight her later, she promised not to leave me. I nursed my glass for 20 minutes before receiving a text from Namjoon. Starting to feel the drinks I respond slowly.

Joonie Bear: “Are you going to the launch party Y/N/N?”

I nodded at my phone realizing he couldn’t see me. I held up my empty glass beside my face and took a quick selfie for him. Hoping he’d tell me he’s on his way or he invites me over. I received another notification while I’m thinking about leaving and going to get drunk with Namjoon.

Joonie Bear: *heart eyes* Great

I respond quickly this time, asking if he’s coming to the launch. Disappointed at his response and lack of enthusiasm, I wait 10 more minutes before I leave my spot. He left me on read and I am thoroughly pissed, 2 of my friends bailed on me while I’m tipsy and alone. I strut towards the drink table bumping into someone along the way. I down 2 more glasses and tipsily head to the restrooms. I needed to loosen up and I know just how.

I burst through the large door stumbling towards the countertop and clinging on. I grab my pen out of my purse and take a long pull, a euphoric rush of calmness invading me. I look up to see a blurred reflection in the large mirror. My eyes hung seductively low as the alcohol coursed through me. I could feel myself growing hotter as if a certain assailant was caressing my body. Flashbacks of his hands on my neck ravaged my mind. It’s never gone far enough with Hoseok and I need him.

Loud music starts blaring through the speaker to catch the attention of the guests. I check the time on my phone, it reads 9:00 pm adorning my wallpaper of Namjoon and me at a restaurant. I lingered in the restroom for an unprecedented amount of minutes, techno-pop music blasting through high-definition speakers as models walked on a stand-in runway. My heart is suffering with every beat, I have to leave. After I hear someone announce that the runway walk is over I check myself one last time and walk out.

Like the devil himself making a special appearance, I lock eyes with Jung Hoseok as I exit the restrooms. With the rhythm of the music matching my heart's beat, he smirks at me in surprise. I nod at him and run to look for Aniase. I can’t believe I just avoided him to his face, where the fuck is Aniase? “6-inch heels, she walks in the club like nobody's business. Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness…” Beyonce sings on as the hard bass palpitates through my eardrums.

I look over my shoulder in disbelief as Hoseok maneuvers his way through the crowd, gravitating toward me. I spare him a knowing look, beckoning him to follow me. I finally break out of the crowd leaving through the door behind the Dj booth. I walk down a long hallway and glance over my shoulder to make sure Hoseok is following me. A second later he bursts through the door eyeing me hungrily like well-marinated prey.

I make a right down the hallway and enter the first door I see. I blink rapidly as my eyes adjust to the bright dressing room light, being accustomed to the dark room making me overly sensitive. I notice a blue couch on the opposite side of the room facing the door, I hurry to take a seat because my legs feel numb. I grow more nervous with every passing second that I’m alone. Hoseok cautiously opens the door letting out a sigh of relief as we made eye contact. I took in his presence and outfit as he closed the space between us.

He wore a low-cut black top with baggy blue ripped jeans and a matching jean jacket. Luxury brand pins adorned his jacket and rings rested comfortably on his nimble fingers. He stared at me through his black cat eye shades, the brand matching the shoes I’m wearing. He set his glass of champagne on the small table next to me, not breaking eye contact as he invaded my space. Hoseok stares down into my eyes causing me to grow wetter with his every action. He takes off his sunglasses setting them in his jacket pocket before he finally breaks the silence.

“I feel like I’ve been chasing you all night,” he said lowly taking my hand in his and pulling me up. He spun me around and sat down in my spot, leaving me standing idle in front of him. He took in the sight of my outfit, eyeing my heels curiously. “Finally got you to wear them huh? Let me see you walk again doll,” He commanded nicely. I nodded and began walking away from him, smoothing my dress down in the front before turning swiftly on my heel and stopping. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I watched Hoseok palm himself through his jeans. I could feel the heat between my legs growing embarrassingly persistent. I nearly moaned at the sight of him, his skin glowing like a fallen angel.

“Come here baby,” he growled and I sprung into action, quickly closing the space between us sitting on his lap with my thighs sprawled on either side trapping him. I brace myself by placing my head on his chest, feeling his heart palpitate with mine. Hoseok then gently grabbed my face bringing it up to his, “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time Y/N knowing you’ll come back to me,” he started while staring into my attentive eyes. “I think about you day and night, those gorgeous eyes, the last time I felt your soft hands, the way your lips felt around my-” he said ceasing because of my urgency to kiss him.

He was completely magnetic, the silkiness of his deep voice sending me into oblivion. I sighed against his lips irrevocably getting a taste of something I will never again relinquish. I felt his hands travel down the back of my dress, roughly grabbing my ass under my dress. The taste of his lips intoxicated me and dragged me deeper into my addiction. The mix of alcohol, drugs, and Hoseok was enough to make me feel weak. He pressed my body against his with unpalpable desire, pulling away to let us catch our breath.

He grabbed my hips guiding me to rest on his right thigh. “I meant what I said Y/N, I can’t let you go..” he trailed off breathlessly. Though our self-control has already failed us tonight, I saw a flicker of something sinister in his eyes. He grabbed my hands which lay idle on his chest and place them on his shoulders, he then pulls up my dress to make my movement more accessible. “You know what I want doll, ride my thigh like the desperate slut that you are,” he commanded voice permeated with lust. My breathing grew shallow as he picked up his glass from the table and took a sip, “go ahead now,” he deadpanned motioning for me to start. Placing his drink down, he captured the straps of my dress and slowly slid them down, making me remove my hands from his shoulders and let the straps fall. He then grabbed the front of my dress yanking it down, to stare at my chest with lustful eyes.

The air was heavy, my skin damp and feverish being exposed to him. The cold air caused my nipples to harden, he sensed my aching need and started massaging at the supple mounds. Mindlessly groaning as I start to slowly move. I ground myself on the denim fabric and whimpered at the sweet pressure on my clit, my panties only adding to the friction. I couldn’t last long, I craved him for so long the need to consummate our relationship consumed me.

No amount of masturbating or toys could make me drunk with lust the way Jung Hosoek does. He was as addictive as any gateway drug, as mesmerizing as a siren's song. I could feel my orgasm growing closer, desperately moaning for him to take me. I continued to circle my hips on his thigh, biting my already swollen lips to muffle my needy noises. “Don’t be quiet now Y/N, ride my thigh just like that. Tell me how bad you need me,” he said continuing his devilish assault on my clothed center.

“Talk to me baby, I don’t care who hears,” he growled grabbing a fistful of my hair and exposing my sensitive neck to him. He starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses up my neck until he reached just behind my ear. Earning a loud groan from me as he leaves a harsh love mark behind. Stars fill my view as my orgasm reaches its climax. Hoseok then abruptly stands up, placing me to the right of him on the couch.

“I’m sorry doll, you’re not cumming tonight until I’m inside you,” he states plainly as if this esoteric action is commonly known. I whine in displeasure as my orgasm blindly fades into nothing, my body still tingling with fervor. “Ya-” I began to whine and was forcefully stopped when Hoseok stuck two fingers in my mouth. “Oh now you want to talk,” he said smirking as I proceeded to suck on his pointer and middle fingers. I lean back on the couch, melting into a mess of libido and yearning. “Good girl, you look like an absolute sin right now.” he gushed as he pulled out his phone from his back pocket.

He angled his camera above me and snapped a picture, staring at his phone in awe for a second. He then pulled his fingers from my mouth and ran them down my front until he reached the top of my panties. “You want me here right pet?” he teased maniacally, making me whimper pathetically. “Use your fucking words Y/N or I won’t touch you,” he commanded taking my throat in his hand and giving it a light but serious squeeze.

“Please touch me, sir, I need you to fuck me so bad,” I cried out defeated and horny. “You know I love when you call me that doll,” he said while aggressively yanking my panties down. He then shoved them in his back pocket and gave me a sly wink. He spared me one last look before he dove in. He starts feverishly lapping his tongue at my pussy, consuming me like his last meal. I scream out in pleasure as he grinds his tongue inside me, slurping and giving off the dirtiest sounds I’ve ever heard. One of his hands snakes its way up gripping my right breast and massaging in torturously slow circles. I’m almost at my climax, rhythmically riding his tongue when my phone loudly interrupts our session of perversion.

A familiar ringtone fills the room but that doesn’t stop Hoseoks wanted assault on my body. He continues indulging in the sweet sounds that I emit all at his leisure. My phone stops ringing earning a sigh of relief from Hoseok, sending a vibrational wave through my core. It starts again causing me to groan in annoyance, grabbing my phone from my discarded bag somewhere on the couch. I push his head away trying to pry him away from me, but he grips my thighs harder and hungrily laps at my pussy. I yelp in surprise moaning at the sudden pressure increase.

“Ho-Hobi she called twice, it has to be important,” I stutter out still trying to push his head away, tears slipping from my eyes as he stares into them. It feels so divine, but I aggressively answer the phone anyway. “Y- Y/N,” Aniase gurgles out, I could hear the drunken stupor in her voice. “Can we go home please, I don’t feel so good,” she slurred, “Hey! Y/N it’s Jin, Aniase may have taken a few too many shots,” he confessed nervously into the phone. I gave Hoseok a concerned look and his brows furrowed in confusion as he pulled away. “Seokjin you know she can’t drink that much, why the fuck would you let her.” I seethed into the phone, pulling my dress straps back over my shoulders. Hoseok rose from the floor and plopped on the couch next to me, mouth glistening with bright eyes. “I’m sorry I can’t help but do what she says, I love her..” he gushed at the end causing me to gag into the phone. “Whatever Jin, both of you better be waiting for me when I make it outside the main room door.” I passively said on the phone. I ended the call and stood up to fix my dress. Hosoek reaches for my hand pulling me back down to his lap.

“Trouble with the old married couple?” he playfully questioned igniting an uproar of laughter from both of us. I nodded and told him that I need to leave, standing up again and stuffing my phone in my purse. I turned to leave and Hoseok quickly stood up capturing me by my waist from behind. He let his right hand slowly trail up my body and stop on my neck, “don’t think I would let you get away that easily dollface.” he threatened squeezing my neck once more. “After you get home and settled, I’ll be downstairs waiting for you Y/N,” he promised, letting go of my neck with a chaste kiss.

I turned around and kissed him one last time before I departed the room. I run to a nearby restroom hoping I don’t get lost on the way back to the main room. I grow wide-eyed at my reflection in the mirror, my hair was a mess, my eyeliner is smeared from crying, my pupils are blown, and lastly 2 prominent marks decorate my neck. I try to make my hair as presentable as I can, removing my eyeliner smudges, and putting in clear eyedrops for my bloodshot eyes. Once I’m decent I stammer out of the restroom almost falling in my heels, again.

As I’m making my way down the hallway mindlessly thinking of Hoseok I can hear Beyonce’s voice echo through my mind. “You’ll always come back to me…” she sings dreamily causing me to a halt. His face projected in my mind once more, bringing a small smile to my lips. I walk through the Dj door, slipping past everyone before someone stopped to question my whereabouts. I burst through the main room entrance seeing Seokjin stroke Aniase’s hair as she rests her head on his chest.

“Where the hell have you been Y/N Belgium!?” he said frowning at me. “Nowhere I got sick on the walk back sorry, come on Aniase let’s go,” I said apologetically walking up and taking her hand. She drunkenly said her goodbyes to her boyfriend, and we walked outside to the driver Seokjin had ready for us. The drive back to our apartment felt like an eternity.

I woke up Aniase on arrival and help her up to our place, thank god for the elevators because our last apartment was a death trap accompanied by stairs. Aniase protests me putting her to bed, becoming inquisitive about where I was the entire night. After fighting her to put her pajamas on she finally gave in and fell asleep on my bed.

I haven’t received a text from Hoseok yet and I’m starting to think he’s not coming, or worse he’s changed his mind. My heart aches for a second, letting the somnolent atmosphere creep in before it's all ripped away with the sound of a text notification. I smile in my bathroom mirror as I finish retouching my makeup. I leave Aniase a note on my bedside table with 2 Tylenol and a coupon for a breakfast delivery service. I check my phone as I walk towards our apartment door, the text from him sending a shiver down my spine. I race to the elevators with my overnight bag in tow and a cheesy grin on my face.

My sunshine: I’m downstairs dollface come on, I have some joints already rolled ;)

THE END

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 1 year ago

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hii, just wondering what the relationship between mariah and gothpool is with assata? do they get along, do they spoil her, who's more likely to babysit, etc.

(love ur ocs, they are so cool)

OOOHHH I don't think I've really thought about this so this is exciting!!

What Mariah-Janet (Hobie's Mary Jane) and Milo Mason (Hobie's Deadpool) are like with Assata Brown (Hobie's Adopted Daughter) -

[Funny Headcanons about Hobie's found family]

Funnily enough - I think Milo would be closer to Assata than Mariah

Mainly by Hobie's choice, which sounds kind of bizarre.

For Mariah -

Mariah and Hobie have a complicated relationship, kinda.

They're close, and they care about each other to the end and back, but they also don't see eye to eye quite often.

Mariah isn't really good with kids. She had to grow up too quickly, and spent most of her childhood alone, dreading the moment her father got home. So when Hobie brings Assata home, she kinda holds her breath.

It hurts a little bit, seeing how kind Hobie is to Assata.

Mariah is also very far left, and many would call her an extremist. Case in point, Hobie would not let Assata be around when Mariah is broadcasting her radio show, or doing activism work.

Mariah is not above talking about casual violence. She's completely fine with being like 'that person needs a guitar to the head' (i'm being kind with her language here.)

So Hobie is kinda hesitant to have her around Assata.

But Assata seems to like Mariah and her aura, and Mariah is nice enough. She usually treats her how we see Miguel treat Mayday

For Milo -

Somehow, Milo is GREAT with kids.

Cause..he kinda acts like one. Milo can do funny voices, and cool tricks, and he gets kid logic. He's one of those people who likes impressing kids.

And since he's always at Hobie's boathouse and Hobie can't get him to leave, Hobie is....somewhat comfortable with leaving Assata with Milo. Milo seems to adore him, and Milo hasn't lost her. Yet.

He won't spoil her, but he lets her get away with anything (he thinks she can reasonably pull off).

He's not gonna give her a knife, she's a kid! She needs nunchucks. Get her dexterity up first. Then maybe a bo-staff if she's good at it.

He's more like a big brother instead of a babysitter, and growing up he gets her into old-school 70's games and later on, PS1 games with the console Hobie traded with a Spider-Person for.

Hobie would NEVER admit that Milo is a good babysitter though.

Half the time when he tells Diane that Assata is with Milo she's like 'SHES WHAT'.

#Hobie Brown #Assata Brown #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS THIS WAS SO FUN!!!#Spidersonas #Spidersona #Mariah Janet #Milo Mason #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #oc stuff #Spiderpunk #Spider punk

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yeojaa · 4 years ago

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finders keep hers, iii.

read parts one and two! the long awaited conclusion! i’m sorry it turned into a friggin’ novel. i hope it does the first two parts justice, though. these kids are... idiots. i love them and you (and also the best beta reader @hobi-gif)! 💖

pairing. jjk x named f!reader. rating. explicit, ofc. tags. this is... really soft at certain parts. and then really raunchy at others. oops? but fr - mainly fluff with some smut at the end. you might need a filling. wc. 5.4k.

You’re buzzed into the building without a moment’s hesitation, the kind concierge with the gummy smile and greying temples beaming at you as you enter. “Nice to see you, Miss Lee.”

“You too, Mr. Choi.” A grin of your own is offered, gym bag hiked higher over your shoulder as you pause to chat. You’re in no rush. “Is he home?”

“I don’t believe so.” The sudden look of disapproval that colours the older gentleman’s features is almost comical, reminiscent of a disparaging parent. It’s the same expression you’re greeted with nearly every time you visit. “He left in a town car yesterday afternoon and I don’t think he’s been back since. That boy’s going to get himself in trouble one day.” As if Jungkook didn’t already - as if it didn’t follow him around, glued to the bottoms of his Italian leather shoes.

“Tell me about it.”

“You know…” There’s that twinkle in Mr. Choi’s eyes again - the one that tells you he’s about to repeat the same words he always does when he catches you alone. “A nice girl like you could get him to settle down.”

Your response is what it always is - a scoff and a laugh rolled into one. It careens off your tongue, ringing in the spacious lobby. “I don’t think anyone will ever get him to settle down.”

How true that is, you’re not sure. For your sake, you try not to think about it too much.

The old man is undeterred though, shrugging his narrow shoulders beneath the neat uniform he wears. It’s a little loose in the chest but immaculate otherwise, tie knotted in a classic Windsor and collar ironed perfectly. He levels you with that shrewd stare of his but says nothing further, simply engaging you in an unspoken staring contest.

Sometimes, you wonder how much he sees. How much he knows .

You break before he does, tearing your gaze away and blinking rapidly. He laughs, full bellied and deep from the chest. “Get on upstairs, Miss Lee.” You aren’t offended by the dismissal. “It’s always nice chatting with you.”

You remind yourself to bring him chocolates the next time you’re by. The ones with hazelnuts, because those are his favourite. A fact you only know because you’ve helped your best friend pick up a box for him every Christmas, writing the card and having him sign it right before it gets left behind the desk.

Actually, you helped Jungkook with a lot of things. Always had. It was simply the nature of your friendship - passed down by your parents and forged stronger by childhood playdates, your fair share of teenage squabbling, and college hangovers so bad they’d created an unbreakable bond.

Whenever he would need you, you’d be there - whether that meant picking him up at 4 AM from the airport because he wanted “some shitty fast food and to see you” or helping him pick gifts for Mother’s Day. There was no task too small, no moment too inconsequential.

Unconditional love, they called it.

It’s why you have no problem swanning into his apartment with the extra key you’ve had since he moved in, kicking off your trainers and tucking them neatly alongside the rows of black leather and expensive sneakers.

You do so much for him that you take where you can, indulging in all of the luxuries you’ve never been afforded. Unparalleled view, stupidly expensive toiletries, a damn jacuzzi tub .

You pull your sweater over your head - truthfully, one of Jungkook’s from college that you’d never felt inclined to give back - and toss it over the back of a barstool on your way into the guest suite. Your bag follows shortly after, deposited at the foot of the bed that exists as a rotating welcome mat to your and Jungkook’s circle of friends.

The rest of your clothes - sports bra, shorts, thong, socks - are stripped, folded, and tucked into the laundry bag you keep handy. You know you could leave them here and Jungkook’s housekeeper would take care of it, but you’ve never been too comfortable with that. Different upbringings.

The spray is like sweet relief the moment you step beneath the rainforest shower. It’s the perfect temperature and pressure, melting the sweat and tension from your bones.

But it isn't why you’re here, so you make quick work in the glass enclosure, scrubbing your body bare and lathering and conditioning your hair into a squeaky clean mess. Any other time, you’d just spend a good half hour standing beneath the head but you’re feeling particularly indulgent today.

Call it a spa day, courtesy of one Jeon Jungkook.

You don’t bother to dry off, water splashing across the floor as you step from the shower and sink into the spacious tub that overlooks the heart of Seoul. Diptyque bath oil encapsulates the room in a bubble of sweet almond, similarly branded candle burning on the ledge. The jets release a steady stream against your tired back and legs, massaging your limbs into jelly.

You can’t help the sigh of utter relaxation that rolls off your tongue, sinking into water in the same instance your shoulders do.

This is what dreams are made of. Anyone who says differently is an idiot and a liar.

“When are you going to tell her?”

You’re not expecting the voice and it breaks the silence like a thousand pound weight, shattering the calm and nearly startling you enough for you to knock your head on the edge of the tub.

There’s no reason for you to be surprised. Not really. This isn’t your home, after all. You aren’t entitled to any sort of privacy.

It doesn’t matter, though. The discomfort in your chest is unfolding regardless, lodging rocks in your throat.

Because it’s a female voice. Lilting, soft, draped in familiarity. Not someone brand new.

Your heart stutters at the realisation. The rush of blood against your eardrums is so loud you momentarily wonder whether they can hear it all the way in the living room. They must be able to - it’s practically deafening. You can’t even hear the rest of their conversation.

Their conversation .

Which seems to have ended, leaving only silence.

You suddenly remember your shoes, your sweater. Traces of you littered throughout the apartment that isn’t yours. God, you’re an idiot. He was going to kill you - or she was. You’re not sure which is worse.

You’re reaching for the fluffy white towel on the rack when you’re scared near half to death yet again. This time, by your best friend who cuts an imposing figure in the doorway, broad form resting casually against the frame. He looks surprisingly unbothered, curls pushed back from his forehead by a pair of sunglasses and arms folded over his chest.

“Jesus!” The shriek comes four octaves higher than it normally would, pitching into the open so loudly you wince. “You scared me!��

You can’t help the way you peek past his shoulder for a sign of the girl he’d brought home.

“Enjoying yourself?” There’s something amused dancing in the darks of his eyes, his mouth curving around the same emotion as he steps into the bathroom. You’d be bothered if he were anyone else, unnecessarily long legs carrying him to you in three strides.

“I didn’t know you were home.” You can’t quite meet his stare, still far too distracted by the mystery woman. Had he left her on the couch? Maybe his bedroom as he snuck you out? What excuse could he come up with?

“Didn’t know you were home either.”

He’s made himself comfortable right on the ledge of the tub, marked fingers dragging lazily through the still-scalding water. He doesn’t seem terribly in a rush. That puts you on edge.

Was he going to hide you in here?

“I wanted to relax after my run.” You don’t owe him an explanation - not really - but you offer it anyway. You figure you need to, when you might’ve ruined his Sunday morning romp session. You can’t bring yourself to address it, though. The words just won’t come, sitting on the tip of your tongue like thorns. It hurts to swallow.

Jungkook doesn’t further the conversation - a first for him. He’s normally a chatterbox.

The silence stretches on. Suffocating.

You force yourself to speak, staring down at your hands that are slowly pruning beneath the water. “Should I… go?” The way it comes is feeble, soft, uncertain. You hate it.

By the look of surprise on his face, he does, too. He cackles suddenly, like a goddamn witch. “Why?”

Heat floods across your cheeks. You wish you could blame it on the bath or the steam that still collects on the mirrors. It pulls high over your ears, colouring them tomato red and embarrassed. Surely, he knows why.

When he repeats himself, it’s harder, without any of the laughter from before.

Rather than answer, you wave a hand through the air, fingers wiggling. The universal sign for you know . It should be enough - you hope it’s enough. Your ego won’t let you verbalise it.

“Suddenly mute, baby?”

It isn’t quite mocking - teasing, maybe - but it stokes the fire that burns in the pit of your stomach and licks uncomfortably at the organ in your chest. You don’t even look at him as you nearly spit the words, petulant and far more bothered than you should be. “You’ve got a girl here.”

A laugh that isn’t quite a laugh comes, swathed in velvet and coloured blue. The effort you make to not shoot him a glare is herculean.

He’s still snickering when he speaks. “You mean my sister?”

“Your sister?” It’s more surprise at yourself that has you whipping to look at him, bewilderment tossing all other emotion out the window. Because his sister was practically your sister. How had you not recognised her voice? You feel silly all at once, the embarrassment from earlier fading into reticence.

“Yeah. I spent the night babysitting the twins.”

You sometimes forget how much Jungkook loves children - especially his sisters’. It’s hard to reconcile the family man he effortlessly transforms into when he spends most of his waking hours playing the perfect part of unaffected bachelor.

“How are they?” You ask because you care - you adore Minseo and Minhyuk - but also so you can move the conversation along. The last thing you want to do is dwell on your mistake.

“They’re good. Getting big.” He’s got that smile on his face - the one that’s softer than any other, with deep lines at the corners of his eyes. Reserved especially for the people he cares about most. Your favourite sight. “You can come with me next time. Minnie asked about you, anyway.”

Warmth blossoms in your chest.

Being liked by peers? Great. Being respected by your superiors? Rewarding. But being loved by children? It was in a league all its own - better than ice cream on a hot day.

“Sure.” You can’t keep the grin away.

That is, until he speaks again, circling the conversation back. “So, were you jealous?” His ability to piss you off is uncanny. It’s like it’s written into his genetic code, each molecule of his body tasked with ruining your day.

“No.” It’s meant to be a scoff. It’s not very believable.

“You sure, princess?” The fingers on your chin are wholly unnecessary - he’s got you caught in his stare, locked in place with nowhere to go.

“Yes, Bunny .” You know how much he hates the nickname, only tolerating it because it’s you. You can’t deny the pleasure that comes at the sight of his jaw tensing, muscle jumping in agitation. Just as he’s your weakness, you’re his, too. “Now let me finish—”

He cuts you off, sharp and unrelenting: “Get out.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Get out of the tub or I’m pulling you out myself.” Risen to his full height, he’s an imposing figure. Even worse, there’s something you can’t read in his expression - something that has your nerves firing wildly. Your heart rattles around in your chest, uncertain.

He leaves you without another word.

You scramble out of the bath as quickly as your confused limbs allow you, knotting the towel beneath your arms. You’re not quite sure what to do next, caught between pulling your clean clothes out of your workout bag and demanding an answer from your sphinx of a best friend.

What the hell was his problem?

Your impatience wins out as you’re tugging a brush through your hair, fumbling uncharacteristically through knots until you’re too frustrated to continue. You’re ready to tear into him when you storm out of the guestroom; you’ve got a barrage of insults on your tongue, proverbial gun cocked and ready to unload.

They melt away when you spy him on the couch, neatly wrapped bouquet laid across the coffee table.

“Come here.” It’s not a request so much as a demand - commanding and soft all at once. A small part of you wants to fire off a rebuttal; that part dies when he repeats himself, louder this time.

The seat you take beside him is begrudging, a good foot of space held between your bodies. You fiddle with the hem of your towel, turning a loose thread over and over your index finger.

“What?” It’s snippy, discontent - kerosene on the fire that burns beneath Jungkook’s skin.

“Watch it,” he retorts, though there’s no acid to his words. Frankly, he sounds more frustrated than angry, more exasperated than pissed off.

That makes one of you.

Only he can bring out this side of you - brusque and biting. “ You watch it, Bunny.”

Fingers find the bridge of his nose, a gesture you don’t see very often. Guilt blooms behind your ribcage as he rubs at the tension between his eyes. For someone who has it all, he looks like he’s a moment away from losing it.

“You’re a brat, you know that?”

“Takes one to know one,” you retort, not unkindly.

“You’re making this really hard,” he snaps in the same instant he all but throws the overwhelming bunch of flowers at you.

You nearly drop them you’re so surprised.

“What are these for?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Did I stutter?”

If you weren’t so busy studying the arrangement of florals, you’d have some witty comeback. As it stands, you’re preoccupied by the pretty bunch of peonies and tulips. You wonder what he’s done wrong - why he’s found it necessary to soften the blow with your favourite flowers.

Your thoughts drift back to his sister’s words: when are you going to tell her?

All at once, you want nothing more than to leave. You don’t want whatever heartbreak is about to come. You’re not ready for it.

“Listen—”

He cuts you off, again. “I love you.”

You’re not sure how your face looks. You imagine you could look up flabbergasted in the dictionary and you’d find a photo of your expression right now. “What?”

Jungkook won’t quite look at you, intently focused on an indiscernible point against the far wall. When he speaks the words again, they’re full of uncertainty - but not in the way you expect. The confession is as believable as any you’ve ever heard - he really does sound like he loves you - but somehow, it’s draped in dread and held aloft by hummingbird wings. “I love you.”

He’s nervous, you realise in amazement.

“Come again?”

He meets your stare then, brow knitting with unease. He doesn’t say it again, though.

“Are you messing around with me?” You don’t mean it how it comes - a little accusatory.

“I’m not an asshole.” Except both of you know he certainly can be. You don’t call him on it, though, opting instead to peer curiously at him, hands fisted around the bouquet in your lap. “I talked to my sister. She…” He shrugs once, an almost helpless roll of his shoulders. “She told me I was an idiot.”

You’re not surprised by that. Lina had always been the one to give it to him straight.

“She said I would lose you if I didn’t get my shit together.” There’s a bit of childish petulance that works its way into each syllable - he hates being told what to do. “Said I needed to tell you or I’d regret it. Which is stupid, because we’ve been best friends forever and she’s younger than me so what does she know—” He must realise he’s rambling, something he never does. “But—”

“But?” Quiet, hopeful, coaxing.

There’s a warmth in your chest - illuminating and golden and so bright it hurts to think about. It grows with each moment that passes, spurred on by the look in his eyes and how they find yours.

Hesitation pulls the silence a beat too long. The light wanes. You wonder if the moment has passed.

And then he continues, a little more earnestly. “Was she right? Am I going to lose you?”

You’re not entirely sure what he’s asking. You don’t think he even knows what he’s asking. You try to answer anyway, as honest as you can without pinning your heart directly on your sleeve. “You’ll never lose me.”

“You know what I mean.”

Did you? “You’ll never lose me.” You’re the one repeating yourself this time, just that bit harder.

“Then say it.” Again, not a request. A prayer, perhaps. Ardent and needy - a world away from the Jeon Jungkook you know.

You don’t hesitate. “I love you.”

He doesn’t either - upon you so quickly you don’t have time to blink or think.

How he kisses you now feels different. More . It’s like being consumed entirely - changed from the inside out in ways you never thought possible. Where he touches, sparks fly, filling you like stars in the night sky. Lava rolls over every inch, dragging heat and want and need from the soles of your feet to the tip of your nose. You’re gasping rather than breathing, clawing against the front of his shirt and twining your fingers into the strands that curl over his nape.

“You never told me you could kiss like that.” It’s lacking coherence, made by a partial inhale and wild, wondrous eyes.

His response is a laugh and another kiss, forceful and adoring and utterly devastating. “Shut up,” he mouths against your lips, tongue licking over your teeth and gums like he’s trying to memorise every inch of you. Hands follow in the same amorous motions, tugging and pulling and aching for you closer; the tips of his fingers sear white hot heat over your hips, the small of your waist, the delicate bones of your ribcage.

“I’m serious...” You really are - far more than you should be. You’d been missing out on this ? It’s incomprehensible.

The sound he makes is more of a growl, playful and resounding in the cavern of his chest. It rattles your own, sending your heart on a downward spiral into the pit of your stomach. His nose traces the column of your throat, soft lips guiding him further until he’s mouthing hotly over the bare skin of your shoulder. Tongue teases, delves ever so gently into the dip of your collarbone, and swipes back up, laving over the maroon that peeks around the edge of his teeth. You can’t help but keen, holding him so closely you wonder if you’re suffocating him.

“So am I.” Each syllable is punctuated by another nip, another nibble. It seems like his goal is to bloom roses across your skin - a wreath to welcome him home, made by his own touch.

You don’t mind.

“Say it again,” he demands, hopeful and unashamed from his place against your neck.

The admission comes easily, as if it’s always lived on the tip of your tongue. “I love you.”

“Again.” You’re not ready for the way he stares at you - like he’s never done before. Like he’s seeing you for the first time and he’s awestruck. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” Hands find the familiar contours of his face, thumbs brushing over the hollows of his eyes, over the beauty mark that sits front and centre beneath his lip. Each graze follows a repetition of the confession, as if you might burn the three simple words beneath his skin - write it into his DNA like he’s written into yours. “I love you. I love you. I love you, Bunny .”

He holds you close - so tightly it feels almost as if he’ll crush you - and captures your mouth again. It’s more gentle but just as lovesick. A thousand unspoken words spill from his tongue to yours, swallowed whole with greed you don’t bother to hide.

“I need you.” It’s whiny, framed by a pout that could end wars and paired with doe eyes so wide and innocent you almost want to roll your own.

“You have me.”

“Do I?” There’s a very deliberate roll of his hips, denim of his jeans rough against the exposed softness of your inner thighs, hands manoeuvring over the partially covered swell of your hips. The press of his fingers is purposeful, digging tension into every inch. As if he might transfer some of the unadulterated need that thrums through his veins, turning his heart to jelly and brain to mush.

“Since when do you ask?” You have a point.

“You’re right,” his grin is almost lazy, drawing over his mouth in a measured crawl. “Good girls just do what they’re told, right?” His grips tightens almost imperceptibly, holding you to him almost effortlessly. You’ve been in this position a hundred times before but it’s never been this easy - like breathing.

The gasp you offer is all mock affront, hand laid palm-down across your chest. You don’t miss the way his gaze follows it before ticking lower, unabashed in its admiration. “Are you saying I’m not?”

“Don’t know, baby.” The war on your neck has resumed, teeth traded seamlessly for the softer promise of his tongue, the dry brush of his lips. It’s almost sinful, garnering sighs of affection and need from somewhere low in your throat. “Want to be a good girl for me?”

You’re not quite used to this version of him - playful and needy and not nearly as demanding as usual. A part of you wants to draw out the side of him you know is there, hidden just beneath the surface; the other wants to bask in this, all feather soft and cotton candy sweet.

“Always,” you return, with a coquettish smile and fluttering lashes.

“Always,” he murmurs, tasting it for the first time. He sounds almost giddy when he repeats it once, then twice, then a third time for good measure. You think it’ll come again, laughter rolling off your tongue as you stare into the eyes of the boy you love. Instead, he speaks in a voice full of gravel and grit, all traces of your sunshine boy suddenly swallowed whole by the darks of his pupils. “Fuck - I can’t wait to have you.”

“Then what’re you waiting for?” You don’t need to push him. You like to do it anyway. It feels right .

“You’re the worst.” What Jungkook means is you’re the best and I love you and I’m going to fuck you six ways into next week . What he means is this is the scariest thing he’s ever done but it’s all right because he has you. What he means is thank you - and how he shows it is through worship.

On the way to the bedroom, he crowds every inch of you, holding you so closely you wonder if he’s trying to carve himself into your bones. He’s firm and unrelenting, balancing you against his chest as he smothers every available inch of your shoulders in sweet, sloppy kisses. He revels in the way you cling to him like you’ve never needed anything else.

In his bed, he lays you out and strips you bare. He offers devotion with every pass of his fingers, every trail of his tongue. He wants you so badly it’s hard to focus on giving you everything you deserve, but he tries anyway. He sucks love into your neck and over your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers until you’re panting and he’s aching for the same treatment.

On his knees, he prays at the altar of your body, taking his time to map the constellations on your skin, the memories written into each scar and dot. His tongue follows the raised flesh that sits across your hip - an unfortunate mishap from a schoolyard dare. You whine and he nearly cries, soothing over the sensitive spot with hands and lips and tenderness. He lays kisses on each freckle, each irregular mark. From your navel to your knee and everywhere in between, he caresses and comforts, turning those blemishes into stars.

He also teases - subtly, quietly, with wandering hands and focused breaths. You don’t realise it until it’s too late, your insides molten, your pulse a thunderclap in your ears.

“Jungkook.” It sounds more like begging than anything. Exactly what he wants.

“What’s up, princess?” Spoken so casually, as if he isn’t between your legs, long fingers tracing through the slick that coats your thighs. He gazes up from behind too long strands, all wide-eyed and terribly sweet - until he pops a digit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks around the taste of you. “Something wrong?”

“Stop teasing.” You hear yourself whine but it doesn’t quite sound like you, higher pitched and needier than you’ve ever been.

“I thought you were going to be good for me,” he returns with a tut and a push of that same finger deep into your cunt. He flexes it experimentally, beaming up at you when you clench around the intrusion that’s too much and not even close to being enough all at once. “You’re so wet, baby. I just slide right in.”

As if to drive his point home, he drives another finger in, scissoring them languidly to stretch you open. It’s such a pretty sight, messy and inviting. He can’t resist a taste, dragging the flat of his tongue over and around the fingers that continue to fuck into you at a faster pace.

“ Jungkook! ” You’re shrieking, bucking against the onslaught of sensations. A shapely arm immediately cages you against the bed, palm splayed across your hips.

“Stay still.” It’s a growl, teeth bared against the sensitive pearl between your legs. Words are punctuated with the softest pressure - a silent threat that goes no further. You wonder what he’ll do if he has to repeat himself. “Good girls listen, remember?”

You’re fumbling across his shoulders, nails digging crescents everywhere you can reach. You need him so badly it hurts . “Please.”

“Please what?” That patented, stupid smirk cradles his mouth, tongue peeking out as he stares at you expectantly. “If you’re going to be so demanding, at least use your words.” He watches the way your eyes roll back into your head when he slots another finger in with the others and curls them against that particular spot that has you seeing stars. The bastard has the audacity to coo at you. “What’s wrong, baby? Can’t speak?”

You’re near wailing, gasping and whining around words that sound like his name. Angry red lines sprout across his shoulders, his arms - demands carved into flesh.

He makes a sound, wistful and resigned. You think - try to think, beyond the pleasure that’s building steadily in the pit of your stomach - that he’s finally going to give you what you need. You’re almost crying for it, moisture crowding your lashes and threatening to spill over.

Then he withdraws, all at once.

You could scream. In fact, you do, red in the face and chest heaving. “I hate you!”

“No.” He’s upon you in an instant, insistent and terribly smug. There’s a playground in his smile, childish laughter spilling into the spaces between you. “You actually love me.” He noses at your neck, the heat of his palm searing against your side as he sighs almost dreamily. “Say it again.”

You answer him with something more than love - frustration and annoyance and so much devotion you can’t keep it out no matter how hard you try. “No.”

It’s a challenge more than anything. He knows it; you know it.

He accepts it readily, just as you expect him to.

“Say it.” Enamel presses steady, heavy, into the sensitive spot right beneath your ear. He mouths over the skin that blows out red and inviting beneath his ministrations, the firm press of his fingers gripping you without hesitation. You can feel the entire weight of him against you, length nestled comfortably against your core. He repeats himself as he rocks against you, dragging the swollen, leaking head of his cock through your folds with an agonising slowness that has you clenching around nothing. “Come on, baby.”

You’re keening, adjusting your hips and grinding against him. You still won’t say it, hoping to find a rhythm in the quiet that’s punctuated by your laboured breaths and his occasional laughter.

“Just say it and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you everything. Promise, sweetheart.”

Framed against the late morning sun, hair spilling across his forehead in curls of india ink, he’s so handsome your heart leaps into your throat. “I love you.” It’s a wet confession, carried by a wave of emotion you don’t expect.

“I love you,” he echoes, sinking into you so gradually you feel like you’re caught in slow motion, all of your focus balanced on the tip of a needle.

It’s never been like this before. Each inch is a delicious stretch, filling you and claiming you. The drag is incredible, your walls fluttering around the intrusion and aching for more. You bite back a sob, digging into the wide expanse of his back with your nails as your mouth seeks purchase anywhere it can - over his jaw, up his neck, across his shoulders. He soothes you as he presses deeper, reassurances whispered against your temple.

“I’ve got you, baby. Let me make you feel good.” When he bottoms out, you demand more - somehow, somehow - locking your ankles against the small of his waist. He doesn’t miss the way you clench, so tight around him it almost hurts , when he says those three words once again. “I love you.”

His lips find yours and he brushes them over and over - a salve for the burn he ignites beneath your skin. It doesn’t matter that he’s both the calm and the chaos. Jungkook’s always been everything to you.

The rhythm he sets is unhurried and perfect. Each snap of his hips has his cock dragging against your walls, filling and stretching you so well; everywhere his skin brushes yours, you’re alive. There are a million nerve endings going haywire beneath your skin, flashing bright as holiday lights.

That’s what it’s like - Christmas morning . Picture perfect and filled with wonder.

He’s completely smitten when he draws back just enough to see the entirety of you - your fucked-out expression, the rose-wreath he’s wrought around your neck, the sweat that beads between your tits and tempts him to duck his head. “I love you.” It’s almost hypnotising - watching you take him, pussy dripping and needy around his cock.

“I love you,” you parrot back - or try to. It’s not very coherent, driven to a point of nonsense when his hips begin to stutter and he makes up for the loss of rhythm by slipping his fingers over your clit in circle eights.

You’re at your breaking point. He knows - can read you like the back of his hand - and holds you there, back bowing to kiss you breathless, pressure unrelenting against the bundle of nerves.

“That’s it, princess. Right there.”

The coil snaps at the third pass and there are hot tears streaming down your cheeks, his name spilling off your tongue in tandem with the erratic thudding of your heart. White spots your vision, entire body electrified as you crash headlong into an abyss of bliss. You hear him join you with a hoarse whine, a mix of your cum slipping out of you as he rides out his own high with shallow thrusts, mouth open and panting against your shoulder.

The comedown is hazy, dusted in exhaustion and a thin sheen of sweat. When he slips from you, he doesn’t go far, tugging you comfortably against his side like you’re not both a little gross. It’s not the first time you’ve fucked but it feels different.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, Bunny.”

You realise - it feels exactly like that. Making love.

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trivia-bangtan · 3 years ago

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after (jjk) - 005

pairing: patient!oc x patient!jungkook

genre: friends to lovers au, kinda a hazel and gus trope, | lots of angst, fluff and suggestive themes

warning: this chapter gets extremely dark 😭 (nothing new lol)

authors note: omfg im so sorry it’s taken me so long to post 😩 the schedule might change from now on bc my schedule changed 😅 but hope u guys enjoy it 😩😩

there's a phobia called agoraphobia. it’s basically the fear of places and situations that can cause panic, helplessness and/or embarrassment. usually, i can deal with it. but things like cringe worthy scenes and overly cheesy romance is unavoidable.

especially being friends with jeon jungkook.

i knew better than to hand out my phone number to just anyone, but i thought maybe jungkook would be so busy with his own life, he would leave me alone.

for his parents' sake, i hope he had unlimited talk and text for his plan. the boy texted me first thing in the morning and every hour or so. he would call me at night, sometimes even facetime me, just before he went to bed. and even when we would hang up, he would still text me goodnight.

the only other person i would talk to everyday, other than my parents, is hoseok. hoseok was my older cousin, but one of my closest friends as well. but even hoseok gave a break during the day to allow some “me time” for the both of us.

jungkook was relentless. he would always text me “good morning sunshine” and then text me “good night my moon”. what the hell even was that?

as much as it was annoying, it was endearing in a sense. i guess it was nice to have someone other than family constantly checking up on me. but some part of me couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of what namjoon had said and if he felt obligated to have to talk to me.

i knew jungkook wasn’t like that. but a small part of me couldn’t help but convince myself that it could be true.

“so the guy texts you all the time? it’s not a big deal,” hoseok said, sitting across the island in his kitchen. i stuck my fork into my bowl of fruit, impaling a small blueberry in the process.

“i mean, it’s not but it’s weird. hobi, i’ve never had someone crave to talk to me so often. and i swear it has to be because of what our counselor said,” i mumble.

the thing about hoseok is he has an aura that gets you to spill all emotions. much like jungkook. but the difference between the two of them in my life is that i’ve known hoseok a lot longer and can confirm he can keep his mouth shut.

“well contrary to your belief, you’re a decent person to have around,” he shrugs, giving a strawberry in his mouth. i snort at his comment and roll my eyes.

“wow, what a compliment. it’s a wonder you’re single,” i chuckle, shoveling the fork full of blueberries into my mouth.

“i’m single by choice. what about you?” hoseok smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” i asked, laughing at his expression.

“what?”

“the whole thing?” i respond, laying my fork down onto the counter, leaning onto it with my elbows, forearms flat as i folded my hands.

“i’m single because i choose to be. i prefer comforting solitude than forced company,” he shrugs, continuing to shovel fruit into his mouth.

“forced company?” i ask.

“yeah. like, just because we’re together, they feel obligated to HAVE to hang out with me or invite me everywhere when, in reality, i don’t give a damn. i mean, you know me. we both value our solitude and respect that. but it’s hard to find someone that understands that. and then i’m the bad guy for wanting alone time when really, it’s a mental health break,” hoseok explains, his eyes locked onto the bowl in front of him.

his statement surprised me. he was always such a people oriented person. as kids, he was the first to make friends between us and always such an extrovert. it kind of hurt to know eventually his whole personality switched. but maybe being so wrapped up in my world and in my own issues, i failed to acknowledge the people around me.

the atmosphere changed after that. almost as if there was a sad reminisce in the air.

“do you think you’re forced to keep me company?” i blurted. i couldn’t deny, the thought crossed my mind multiple times before. was everyone around me just babysitting to make sure i didn’t hurt myself?

i couldn’t tell. i knew asking would be dumb. hoseok would never tell me the truth. he’s usually a pretty blunt and up front guy, but he would never outright hurt my feelings. which saddened me even more. would he willingly lie to comfort me? knowing what i knew?

“do you think i am?”

“yeah,” i honestly admitted. we both sat in silence, taking in my answer.

it wasn’t a lie. like i said, the thought had crossed my mind. every time he placed his phone down on the table to force himself to give me his attention. the way he seemingly dropped everything immediately if i asked him to hang out with me or pick me up some place. how i never heard of him being with friends.

the more i sat there, the more i threw myself into overdrive, thinking until my head started to pound from overthinking.

“well, you’re wrong,” he sighed. my eyes flitted up to gaze at his face. he looked sullen, almost like my answer had upset him. i released a silent huff through my nose, smirking in the process.

“you don’t have to protect me,” i murmured quietly.

“my mom called me. she begged me to come home one day. i didn’t understand it at first, but she's my mom. i did as i was told. when i got home, she didn’t say anything, just told me to get in the car. i remember thinking to myself ‘what’s got her feeling this way? why is she being ominous with her actions?’ the whole drive, she said nothing,” hoseok said, a distant look in his eyes.

“she ended up pulling over at some park. it was late, so i didn’t recognize it at first. but then i realized what park it was. it was the park we went to as kids. and, again, i kept wondering to myself why she was being enigmatic with her actions. and then she spoke. she said six words and then didn’t speak the rest of the week,” he said, his voice shaken with sadness.

“what did she say?” i asked softly, my voice a mere whisper. hoseok looked up at me, his eyes glazed red.

“your cousin tried to kill herself.”

i felt like the air had come out of my lungs.

it’s funny, people like to talk about your attempts, but nobody ever tells you where they were and what they were doing when they heard the news. nobody tells you the pain they feel or the hurt. the anger or the betrayal. they pretend like what they felt didn’t happen to convince themselves it wasn’t real and they could move on. because it didn’t work and you’re alive.

but hearing hoseok tell me about his experience, it stirred something in my heart and i hadn’t felt in a long time.

regret.

“she didn’t even mention if you survived or if you were okay. that’s all she said. and because she was crying, i assumed the worst. i had assumed you died. and it felt like everything in me… stopped working. like, i forgot what it was like to not have you by my side. every… every memory, every laugh. every inside joke. it was like a corny ass film playing at 2x speed in front of me. my mind kept telling itself this can’t be real. she wouldn’t do that to me’. but the longer we sat there and the harder she cried, i couldn’t take it. i jumped out of the car and just started running. i didn’t know where i was going but i just had to run because the car was so suffocating, i thought i was gonna pass out. and i kept asking myself ‘why her? why couldn’t she just talk to me? why didn’t she tell me she was hurting? does she know how much i love her and that i would do anything to keep her here?’ and then i was pissed because i thought you had abandoned me. that you didn’t care about me or your parents or my mom. but then… once i stopped running… i felt bad for you. because i could never imagine the amount of loneliness you must’ve felt thinking the only way to solve this was to end it all,” he said through his compendious recount of that night. i could feel the hurt and regret make its rounds in my heart, forcing my body to follow. it physically ached to hear hobi recall every moment of that night. “i’m sorry,” i cried out, crying into my hands.

“that’s why i hang out with you. that’s why i talk to you. because i don’t want you to feel that kind of loneliness ever again,” he admitted, sniffling. the hurt and regret only further festered and made me cry over hard to the point where i felt like i couldn’t breathe. hoseok stood from his spot, making his way around the island. he stood in front of me, pulling me into his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist. i hadn’t hugged anyone in years, and the amount of care and love hoseok had emitted through his hug made me cry even more.

“and that’s why i’m so glad you have jungkook. because when i can’t be there, at least he is,” he explained, rubbing small circles in my back.

though my doubt was still heavy, and i felt as if he had an ulterior motive, hoseok’s words comforted me in a way.

jungkook had been nothing but kind, never intrusive or inquisitive about my history or my feelings. he spoke to me because he wanted me to know that he cared.

and for the first time in forever, i felt something else too.

hope.

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chemicalpink · 4 years ago

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BTS POLY HOLIDAY EDITION 🎄 BC I MISSED CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR’S POSTING

A/N: I am well aware that Holiday season in the Korean Peninsula is not as celebrated as here in the West but for the sake of this post we gonna pretend. Okay I hope you enjoy!

OK SO LISTEN I JUST KNOWWWW that while all of them are pumped to get together after all their promotions and stuff that’s been going on in general, Jin is the one that is slowly losing it over the organisation of it all.

“Jungkook-ah, I’ve heard you the first five times you told me you wanted that steak we had while on tour but I’ve already bought the ingredients for dinner” cue Jungkook’s pout and doe eyes that were really unnecessary because Jin was already planning on doing the dish for him

Which btw Jimin, Tae and Kook are on decoration duty as a way to keep them out of the kitchen but they don’t need to know that and honestly, Namjoon’s on babysitting duty because who in their right mind thought that getting the three of them to place a whole tree in the living room was a good idea?

Yoongi’s doing his resting just well, quietly handing out mugs with hot chocolate he just saw a recipe for on YouTube, also, what’s all this fuzz about chocolate bombs? he’s about to do them.

Hobi is out of the house much too often for you not to notice that he has tried to sneak in more than ten wrapped gifts into the storage room.

On that note, Hoseok is also on distracting duty because he usually asks you out to walk around in the snow for some time, grab a coffee from that small shop down the road and come back home

You’ve also noticed that the ‘impromtu coffee dates’ were most definitely a distraction scheme because Hobi might have messed it up one time

“Hoseok-hyung? weren’t you supposed to get Y/N out of the house today?” “What? nah, it said ‘Tuesday, J’“ “Which J, is you (? after that thing with Jin-hyung?” “Oh shit”

The actual holiday dinner wasn’t as chaotic as you would think it would be, except for the fact that Jin basically collapsed on the table after his efforts in the kitchen, promptly staying out of washing duty.

The house feels homey as the lights illuminate everything inside and you are all together finally, love is in the air and with full tummies you move to gift exchange on the living room (perhaps Yoongi finally got to perfect those chocolate bombs)

AND WHEN I TELL YOU THAT CHRISTMAS TREE IS BASICALLY BARRICADED WITH GIFTS

Jin is basically asleep on Namjoon on the sofa, Hoseok is trying out that sweater he just got from Jimin, who is currently wacking Jungkook on the head with a child’s outfit he got him as a joke of his height, while Taehyung and Yoongi as apparently trying to bury you in gifts as they laugh

The next few days are lazy days spent in basking in each other’s company, watching Netflix, cuddling and just loving every second of it, occasionally being left alone in the house when they leave for work for a few hours.

Although all of them are schedule for work on New Year’s Eve, you can bet that feeling of loneliness is long gone as they all pile up at the door smiling heavenly smiles on their tired faces

Namjoon’s in charge of giving a few words as toast at midnight, and maybe just maybe your eyes tear up at his words, and just maybe everyone else’s does too. It’s been a hard year okay

Hugs, kisses and ‘I love you’s’ are exchanged throughout the eight of you before deciding to quietly hang out for a bit until there’s a whole cuddle puddle from where you only wake up the day after, making breakfast for your boys because.

Here’s to yet another year together.

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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Hello hello 🥺 I miss Hobi nd I just wanted to request a drabble piece with him as a teacher and your also a teacher and somehow??some students??? Ship you two??? And the next thing you know, they're trying to get you two together and oh boy...chaos ensues :') there's no pressure 🤗🤗 stay safe Hannah! 💞💞

base line

pairing: hoseok x y/n

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: hoseok swears that you’re intolerable, but maybe that’s just because you don’t greet him good morning like you usually do :D // gif isn’t mine!!

notes: my first hobi drabble!!! thank u for requesting and waiting babie!!! this threw me back to when i was in preschool and one of my earliest memories ever was me being a teacher’s pet and being able to read straightly and coherently :D (i am a mess now hee-hee)

you love your job

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!!!!!

you shouldn’t even call it a job if you’re genuinely enjoying what you do, right??

there’s just some days that you feel like you’re going to sit down the puzzle-matted floor in the middle of the class, tuck your head in between your knees, and sCREAM then yeet yourself out to the corridor

ok but listen

you really do!!

you studied for this!! you have a degree!!! you have a license!!! being a preschool teacher has been the career path you’ve always wanted to take!!

you like being around kids in general and taking care of them and teaching them!!

your age gap with your older brother isn’t exactly small and that meant that growing up, you had to keep up with him!!

because FUCK coloring books and building blocks :-) let me read your textbooks :-) i can’t read but i wOuld like to pretend and bond with u

jin has kids of his own and since it’s only the two of you, that automatically meant that you’re the favorite aunt!! well because after all you are the only one

you’re young and you’re hip and you watch animated shows still!! you can resOnate with them!!!

seokjin can’t make his two-year old eat his steamed carrots but YOU can!!

aha you have now established power <3

but ya know,,,

being a teacher is different from being an aunt!! it’e worlds apart because not everything that applies to your nephews and nieces, also applies to other kids necessarily

obviously you can’t treat every kid to the park once they master their ABCs and can grip a pencil properly

you’re just exhausted ok!! it doesn’t make you love your job any less

it’s just as simple as that

wait actually no

there is ONE more hiccup in your job and at this point, the thought of it plagues your mind beyond your place of work

not it

h i m

jung hoseok — your co-teacher!!

your co-teacher that helps you in handling a batch of fifteen preschool kids for hours, two batches a day, five days a week

hoseok whose hair smells like vanilla and flowers and is never not wearing an article of beaded jewelry and has the good voice that could make three to five year olds listen

.,.,. hoseok.,.,.,. who isn’t yours.,.,.,

and hoseok.,.,., who probably hates you.,.

you’re not trying to make a reach but you FEEL it,,,, you feel it in your knees and your spleen that oh god your co-teacher probably resents you and just tolerates you to not make the kids worry :((

it doesn’t certainly help too that uhm

well

aha

... you may have a tiny crush on hoseok

maybe you really do like him or oR!!

or maybe you just see him practically like everyday and you find yourself paying more attention to him and finding details that you normally wouldn’t find for any other person besides him but-

“good morning, hoseok!!”

you mostly make french toast every morning because:

a) you’d probably eat it as often as you could until you could no longer look at it anymore and practically barf at even the mention of it

b) baby it’s EASY

c) you can make it as a batch and that way you won’t have to wake up every morning to cook for yourself

d) tastes immaculatE whether warm or cold

e) jungkook gave you his recipe after nagging him everyday for a month <3

you knew how to make it in the first place but uh well,,,.,,

jungkook is jin’s regular babysitter for his kids and he’s very organized although you won’t admit that

he’s carefree but like disciplined at the same time y’know

like YES eunji you can take a sip of my orange juice that ur appa told me not to give you BUT you need to drink one whole sippy cup of water okay??? say yes uncle goo

and he’d also have snacktimes and he’d make his own and french toast is one of them

one time you came over and babysitted with jungkook and u snuck out a piece from eunji’s bowl and wow

𝔀𝓸𝔀

every time you came over you’d make him cook and he’s all???

“y/n are you SURE eunji told you she wants two bowls of french toast?? to herself?? are you sURE???”

lmao he’s figured it out late that it was you who kept eating the french toast because he peeked at the bowl and then??? eunji’s mouth doesn’t bite THAT big??

not unless a toddler’s mandible is already that big and he’s been wrong all along

so the french toast?? yeah you put it in your cute tupperware with the cute waterproof stickers in the lid

AND SPLIT HALF WITH HIM

one loaf is to four squares and two of those are for hoseok :D

minor problem tho

he doesn’t take up your offer :((

maybe it’s just yOU who’s the problem at this point because you tried bringing other food and ?? he just shakes his head no and gives you a curt smile

every morning, you greet him!!

“good morning, hobi!!”

you call him that because that’s what jimin and namjoon call him since they’re your co-teachers!!!

... although maybe it’s just for friends of his only...... a-and well maybe you aren’t his friend

.... aha anywAys!!

you leveled it up a notch and switch up your greetings

“good morning handsome!!” or like “heeeeey cutie!!” or maybe even “hi sunshine!!!”

you: :D

him: :|

every afternoon, you ask him if he wants anything from the vending machine in the faculty room

every month, the principal gives tHREE bottomless cards to the best-performing teachers and that basically meant you don’t have to pull bills from your wallet to pay for overpriced soda

you’ve gotten it twice consecutively in the last month

free pass or not, if hoseok finally tells you what he wants from the vending machine, then you’d get it for him in a heartbeat and less

vending machine talks r some of the best talks and you want that :((

sometimes he’ll tell you that he’s full, or shake his head no, or semi-rudely glances at you and sets his head down and that translates to no

every weekend, you ask him if he feels ____ because you totally have that in ur apartment

“it feels a bit hot, no? good thing i have a new airconditioning unit :D”

no you don’t have a new airconditioning unit

you just had jin clean out the filters while you were at work and it’s basically the same thing, right??

pls say right

you’re basically FLIRTING with him

and you feel useless about it because you haven’t made any progress whatsoever no matter your approach :((

at first you didn’t feel embarrassed whenever namjoon pointed out your crush on hoseok

in fact, the whole faculty knows but you’re just gonna ignore that

you didn’t feel like a FOOL because it’s hoseok you’re making strides towards to

he’s worth the embarrassment that you don’t feel at all

and he doesn’t notice and doesn’t care and he probably won’t talk to you if you are the only preschool teacher in this school besides himself

you’re starting to feel the secondhand embarrassment joon always points out to you multiplied to five

oh god what you’re doing is LAUGHABLE

it’s even more painful to look at yourself in a third perspective because you look like an utter fool chasing after him and all he does is push you away

you’re tired of trying

it’s okay :)

hoseok looks like someone who’d tell all about your doings to his groupchat and they’d laugh at you together

wait no that’s quite a reach

you’re probably not even tHAT important to be made fun of in the gc :((

fine then

you’re gonna focus on everyone and everything else besides him -- it’s not like he’s even gonna notice anyway!! not that it’d matter

if hoseok can sleep at night peacefully without even acknowledging you, then you could sleep at night without him crossing your mind

sike

you kept thinking about not thinking of hobi last night that in return you did think about him

but that is the LAST time ok

you’re gonna start tallying this morning

wait a minute!! you don’t have to tally because you genuinely need to not care and be indifferent!!

....

oh....

wait this was easier than you expected

you feel a weight out of your chest when you kept your eyes on the ground when you passed by hoseok in the hall

you felt nervous initially because you never skip a day of not being all googly-eyes for him but you know!!!! this was actually nice!!!!

for a change yOu’re the one who’s unaffected and as cold as it sounds --

it feels good to not care :D

“up please!! up!!”

you’re feeling so zen and un-dejected that you forget for a moment that you’re still in class and yOU’RE the teacher

and it’s hyunjin!! one of the younger kids in class

also he’s quite the troublemaker and intentionally likes teasing you and being play-mad at him makes him giggle to no end

he does nOt vibe with hoseok he’d jus keep a straight face on and ??? no ur not teacher y/n

he’s tugging at whatever he could reach and if he turns out to be holding a marker in his hands then you might just Pass Away

you comply to hyunjin’s request but you know you’re gonna put him down in two seconds because you know that the other kids are gonna see and-

yeah nevermind

it’s now a carrying train :D

you just made up that name on the spot

it’s a line of kids going up to your arms, and then you passing them to hoseok, and then putting them down to the ground and them running back to the line again until everyone’s satisified

bAsically you’re passing around kids and it’s hoseok who calls off the game because you have no backbone sometimes when it comes to four-year olds

throughout the whole time though, hobi feels like something’s wrong

he just can’t place it

he’s trying to sniff so hard if someone had a toilet accident and he can’t smell anything??

maybe his shoelaces skipped a hole??

either way there’s just something wrong in the back of his head

anyways he better snap out of his daze before you ask if he’s okay or if he needs anything

....

........

why are you not looking at him

....

......

....

wAIT WHY ARE YOU NOT LOOKING AT HIM

huh

that’s weird

but you always look at him??? and he can see you in his peripheral vision and this time he can’t even see you glancing when his head’s turned????

hmmm

omg

his prayer’s been answered!!

honestly hoseok finds you kinda annoying and he’d like it if you just leave him alone and stuff and give up whatever it is that you’re doing

you finally got the message :D

yeah that’s good :D

hoseok’s okay he’s cool he’s happy he totally feels complete

“let’s stop now?”

hobi leans in to tell you because he counted and this is hyunjin’s third time on him

you’re kinda lost because he stops this game in his own accord but whatever

you just give him a smile and what’s THAT supposed to mean???

“oh sO do you want another round?? or??”

he’s enunciating it for you but it’s more for him actually

you just wave him off

.... communication.... where is it

he’s gathering the facts so far.

you’re not looking at him!! that’s fine

you didn’t call him handsome but hEh he’s handsome even if you don’t call him that

not that he needs comforting words and compliments.. or whatever...

that he can let pass because he doesn’t really care

but what he dOES care about is why are you not offering him anything right now???

where.,., WHERE is his french toast

he’s been putting his hand on his tummy for the past five minutes and rubbing it in circles and he’s ALSO humming every now and then

jimin’s lost as he’s writing his agenda for the week and hobi’s across him looking constipated and relieved at the same time

aHEM

ok what’s happening now

you’re... not trying to wedge into the same table he’s in.. ?

you plop right next to namjoon and he instantly throws his arm around yours because he’s been looking for you too

“hey!! how did your recipe night go??”

you reckon that joon allotted another evening for trying out new things because it helps him destress!!

he shudders just by thinking about the smell in his apartment and how opening the windows didn’t do shit

“tasted so bad i couldn’t even eat it :((“

mug cake is the actual devil!!!

imagine having to crack an egg along with a couple other things in a mug and cook it in a microwave and it doesn’t turn as good as the ones you’d see in youtube videos

congrats you now have bread stuck in a mug that smells like chocolate but tastes absolutely nothing like raw eggs

there’s an irritable scowl on his face and great now hobi just feels worse

it’s been almost a week

and practically everyone knows that something’s wrong going on with him and they don’t know wHY

some people dO have an inkling though,.,.

“ah, what seems to be troubling my best teacher?”

principal min drawls out as soon as hoseok enters his office before rolling his eyes at him

normally in other schools you’d be fIRED if you disrespect the principal but nah :D

yoongi takes pride in being the cool principal

he’s so cool that everyone’s in a first-name basis with him

he’s not your typical principal!! normally they’d be preppy and he’s not that much but when he sees the kids??? immediately goes soft

“you say that to EVERY teacher”

lol everybody knows that but no one points it out

he’s so grumpy that even the principal took notice of his behavior!!!

“there’s nothing wrong, okay??”

hobi says it in more of a scoff and that just goes against what he said

yoongi’s sitting here,,, eating his plain loaf of bread aND minding his own business,, and then now hoseok’s mad at him??

“don’t show me bread sTOP showing me bread!!”

the next day hobi’s so grouchy <3

there’s a circle that the kids are in and it just keeps going in and out

you and hobi are in the middle and each time they sing, the circle keeps getting sMALLER

now normally y/n from a week ago would blush to death

but present y/n just feels awkward and kinda :// at the whole situation

it’s not really a tight squeeze tbh but hoseok kEEPS going forward torwards you to the point that his arms around you already

he’s obviously flustered and he’s trying to recompose himself but you’re barely meeting his eye contact

okay now that hurt

god he’s just so left behind with what’s going on :((

and he won’t say this now but fUck he misses you!!! a lot!!!! he feels like pavlov’s dog and he’s automatically wired to miss your affection whenever he’s aware of your presence

does he uhm

does he l-word you??

“and that’s it!”

you’ve just finished teaching them how to fold a paper boat :D

that is a BIG achievement okay you’re actually serious

it teaches them how to be more patient and pay more attention!!

“you can give them your mom!! or if you have a tiny crush on someone in the room then-...”

lil seungmin steps right up to give you a boat

yes it’s wonky and the folds aren’t really done properly and won’t float in water but wow!!! that’s so cute!!!

you immediately thank him and ruffle his hair

he’s such a cute kid omg

“thank you s-...”

however hyunjin wOn’t be affected by that

with a huff does he march over to you and his long hair’s getting in the way (hobi just tied it awhile ago) but nO that is not important rn

he gives TWO paper boats but the other one he just stole it from jisung lmao

the kids are catching up and sUddenly it’s a competition to who gives who paper boats

there’s a fair share of boats between you and hoseok

you’re awed bc wow they really did learn and yOU taught them and it’s just so fulfilling to see wonky wittle boats :’’)

“give to who??”

the tiny felix sitting by your side tugs at your shirt and he’s pointing to the boat you made yourself sitting on your palm

“o-oh!”

how did you get put in the spot by preschool kids

oKAY definitely not hobi

maybe you can call namjoon from the other room???? or maybe even yoongs and-

the sudden shrieking in the room brings you down from your thoughts and you’re quite frantic trying to catch up

the commotion?? ur palm

hobi himself folded a crane!!

and it’s sitting snugly in your palm

he’s been feeling so lost the past week and he realized that it’s because of yOU and how he’s so dense to drive you away when all he wants to do is keep you close

hobi’s never really beamed at you directly like that before

you might just cry

hyunjin’s kicking the air and so does every kid who has googly eyes for their teacher

but it’s okay

it’s all okay because hobi’s looking at you the way you look at him and he’s the most gentle and pleasing thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on

it’s his turn to put his chin against his palm, a knowing smile on his face before he asks

“do you feel chilly tonight?”

#FEEDBACK PLS AND THANK U :D I NEED SLEEP NOW OK #hoseok #jung hoseok #hoseok imagine #hoseok imagines #hoseok drabble #hoseok drabbles #hoseok au #hoseok oneshot #hoseok oneshots #hoseok fluff #hoseok fluff imagine #hoseok fluff imagines #hoseok angst #teacher!hobi #requested drabbles

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seokmingiggles · 4 years ago

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what kind of future.

Anon requested on 201221: "Would you do a Hoseok one shot of his significant other's 4 year old nephew crashing their bed during the night he sleeps over because of a nightmare and Hoseok is super soft with the reader about this being their future?"

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x gender neutral reader

Genre: very fluffy, established relationship.

2.84k words

Warnings: mentions of a (toddler's) nightmare (aka no warnings).

You and your boyfriend are in charge of looking after your brother's son overnight, and the act makes him consider how he'd like to spend the rest of his life with you. Alternatively, there are many things you admire about Hoseok—one being the tender way he does so well with kids, and one not being the way he seems to possess zero Mario Kart skills.

A/N: Here is the second babysitting-themed request I got. Thank you, anon, for requesting Hobi! I have so much adoration for this beautiful boy ;-; Additionally, this fic is not to be confused with Lee Jihoon's heartbreakingly beautiful ballad of the same title. I definitely recommend listening to it if you haven’t already; it’s full of incredible emotion that blows me away and brings me to tears every time I listen.

•• You were surprised when Hoseok, your boyfriend of five years, hadn't hesitated to agree when earlier today you mentioned how you're scheduled to babysit your older brother's son tonight.

You know he's good with kids. Hobi has the perfect amount of energy and positivity to get along with them; it's one of the many traits you admire about him. Even though the two of you have been dating since the beginning of your college years, you and Hoseok have never really discussed your future, including marriage and having children. Although you don't doubt he would be a good father one day.

Your brother, Seokjin, was in desperate need of a date night out with his partner and had asked if you wouldn't mind looking after Jisung for the evening until tomorrow morning. You agreed instantly. You aren't ready to have kids of your own anytime soon, but you thoroughly enjoy spending time with your nephew.

"Thanks again for this, (Y/N). I owe you one."

Your brother arrived at your apartment at precisely 5 pm like he said he would, with Jisung already running to your living room and flopping on the couch upon opening the door.

"It's no problem. Jisung's fun to hang out with, and Hoseok likes him too," you could feel your heart soar at mentioning your boyfriend. "He should be here in about an hour once he gets off work. Hopefully, I'll be able to entertain Jwi until then."

"You're better with kids than you think, don't worry too much," Jin playfully ruffles your hair before saying his farewells to his son (who is already preoccupied with your couch cushions).

You wave goodbye to your brother and encourage your nephew to do the same (although the boy is adamant about creating a pillow fort in your living room; Seokjin apparently doesn't often let him in his house).

"Do you have more pillows, Auntie? And maybe blankets too!" Your couch is already naked of cushions, with Jisung sitting on the floor surrounded by the pile he’s accumulated.

You comply with his request and manage to find some spare blankets in the linen closet, along with a couple more pillows.

You follow your nephew's orders of where to place the soft additions on the floor. "What are you planning on doing once we finish this fort, Jwi?"

The boy murmurs, "I was hoping we could play Mario Kart."

You should have expected that answer; it’s one of his favourite things to do on the few occasions he's come over.

Soon enough, your small living room houses a busy arrangement of scattered couch cushions and duvets to make a comfy fort. The four-year-old is nothing less than thrilled about the finished product.

"Auntie, I'm hungry."

You almost forget that you are babysitting, and therefore responsible for feeding the boy.

"Let's go see what food we have in the kitchen," you stand and hold out your hand, which Jisung eagerly takes as the two of you wander into the kitchen. "Has your favourite food changed? Or do you still like pancakes?"

The boy squeezes your hand as he thinks. "I still like pancakes. I also like pizza." He hums in deep consideration, "Maybe I like circle-shaped foods."

You think he's adorable.

"There are a lot of tasty circle-shaped foods, that's a good answer," your eyes scan the interior of your fridge, moving to your cupboards shortly after when you can't find what you are looking for. "I'm sorry, buddy, but it doesn't look like I have the right ingredients for pancakes tonight, though."

Jisung audibly expresses his disappointment.

"Here, let me see if I can call Hobi. Maybe he hasn't left work yet and could kindly pick up some mix on his way." You trek back to the living room to retrieve your phone and find Hoseok's contact.

The line rings once, twice, and a few more times until it goes to voicemail.

It’s unlike Hoseok to not answer his phone, so you try once more.

"Auntie! There's someone at the door."

You must have missed the knocking as you focussed on the dial tone.

Hoseok finally picks up on the line as you make your way to answer the door.

"Special delivery," you hear through the phone and in front of you as you open the door.

You break out into a smile, which only becomes wider as you spot a couple of pizza boxes Hoseok carefully holds with one hand, his other one keeping his phone to his ear.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You help him with the boxes as you usher him inside your apartment. "Because you always seem to know what I'm going to ask you before I even say anything."

"It's just one of my superpowers, don't you know I can read your mind, (Y/N)-ie?" He makes some silly sound effects as he displays how he can 'read your mind.'

"Pizza!" Jisung calls out upon seeing the cardboard boxes on the counter. "Oh, hi, Hobi!"

"Yeah, you better say hi to me," your boyfriend sweeps your nephew up in a hug and lightly spins around with him. "I'm not just your pizza boy; I'm your favourite uncle too, right?"

Jisung laughs as they spin. "I think you're my only uncle, Hobi."

"Exactly. So I must be your favourite by default then, hm?"

"Ah, stop teasing and go wash your hands. Both of you!"

"Yes, Auntie," both Jisung and Hoseok say, the latter mostly to keep teasing you despite your request.

Dinner is louder than what you are used to. The times where you would eat alone when Hoseok would be working late or simply not over seem like a distant memory as you’re sat between the two boys at the small table, seemingly alternating between bites of pizza and bubbly laughter. Jisung had asked if you all could eat in the living room fort, but you could already picture the tomato sauce stains and spilled crumbs decorating your furniture, so you denied his request and were met with a pout in return. But his pout didn't last for very long once he took a bite of the cheese-adorned food.

Seeing how Hoseok gets along so well with your nephew does something to your heartstrings; how he would listen to Jisung with the utmost attention and not hesitate to give the most perfect response in return. Your boyfriend is clearly gifted with children; you can't contain the smile on your face as you listen to him discuss something about dinosaurs with the toddler.

"I want to be Bowser when we play Mario Kart, Auntie," the boy tugs on your sleeve to pull you from your thoughts. "He's a dinosaur, right, Uncle?"

"Actually, I think he's a turtle," Hoseok considers, "but he does look kind of like a dinosaur, doesn't he?"

Jisung agrees without a second thought, now practically vibrating in his seat from the excitement and anticipation of playing the game. It helps that his tummy is now full of pizza, courtesy of your amazing boyfriend.

It isn't yet 7 o'clock, so you figure the three of you could play for a bit before your nephew has to go to bed. With fingers free from pizza grease, you all pick up the small switch controllers and choose your characters for the Kart racing game. Jisung chooses Bowser like he said he would, while Hoseok opts for Yoshi, and you with a Shy Guy in your favourite colour.

You are aware that Seokjin also has this game at his house—your brother was ecstatic when he learned his son also likes to play video games—but you couldn't have expected Jisung to be that well-practiced for a four-year-old. You knew you could beat Hobi at the game, you have many times before, and this evening was no different, but your nephew is unexpectedly your biggest competition.

An hour and a half quickly passes by with the sounds of competitive shouts and the in-game noises of Hoseok's character falling off the map too many times to count. You love Hobi, but certainly not for his Mario Kart skills. Sure enough, it is time to get Jisung ready for bed. You collect the overnight bag your brother left at the door, moving to the bathroom to help the boy get changed into his pyjamas and brush his teeth (in the other room, you hear Hoseok start another race so he could practice by himself).

After only minimal fussing, you manage to get Jisung tucked in the bed residing in the small room doubling as your office and a guest bedroom. Even though it’s only a twin-sized bed, the boy has plenty of room to be comfortable during the night.

"You know where to find us if you need anything, okay, Jwi?" You are now by the door saying your final goodnights to your nephew with Hoseok beside you after shutting the game off. "I'll also leave a nightlight in the hallway so it won't be completely dark."

"Thank you, Auntie (Y/N), goodnight. Goodnight, Hobi." Jisung waves at the two of you after yawning with a wide mouth.

You and your boyfriend wish a final goodnight before you close the door until it is only slightly propped open.

Hoseok takes your hand as you leave the short hallway and find yourselves back in the living room. You are finally pulled into a warm hug.

"Should we clean this up tonight?" Hobi whispers into your hair as he embraces you.

You relax in his hold, also keeping your voice low when you say, "No, Jwi will probably want to sit in his fort again tomorrow morning before Jin picks him up."

You feel a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

"Okay," Hoseok begins playing with the ends of your hair. "Why am I so tired too? It's only 8:30."

"There's nothing wrong with going to bed early." You turn your head so you can see Hobi's pretty face, "Who knows what time that kid will wake us up in the morning. Jin said he's still an early riser."

That is all the motivation Hoseok needs to take your hand once more and lead you to the bathroom so you could also get ready to go to sleep.

"Hey, Hoseok?" you whisper in the darkened room, feeling for his hand beneath the covers.

"Yeah?" he hums back.

"How did you get to be so good with children?"

There is silence as your boyfriend thinks, then claims, "It's funny that you say that because I don't think I'm particularly good with kids." He stops once more, thumbing the back of your hand. "All I do is make sure I listen to them properly and treat them well. I don't think it's anything special."

You move closer to Hoseok, finding a safe place in his side. "I think it's special. I've seen you before with other kids too, not just with Jisung, and it's the same thing. They just seem to like you." You run your fingers upwards on his arm until you reach the side of his face. "You're very likeable, Hobi."

With your thumb grazing over Hoseok's cheek, you lean in to give him a kiss against his soft lips. He tastes of peppermint from your toothpaste but smells familiar, like home.

"You're very lovable, (Y/N)," he replies, mirroring a hand on the back of your head. Although you can't see his face in the darkness, you can hear the smile in his voice. "I love you."

"I love you too."

You and Hoseok unexpectedly succeed at falling asleep at around 9 pm. Yet, you aren't sure for how long you manage to sleep as you are awoken by Jisung, who has appeared on your side of the bed.

"Auntie?"

Jisung's voice is quiet. He feels bad for waking you up, but he keeps your sentiment in his mind about coming to you if he needs anything during the night.

Hoseok is the first to wake at the sound of sniffles. He reaches over to turn on the dim table lamp, only to find the toddler with tear-stained cheeks and tightly clutching his favourite stuffed whale plushie.

You stir from the sudden introduction of light and sit up, becoming immediately concerned at Jisung next to you.

"Hey, come here," you coo, helping the boy get situated between you and your boyfriend in your bed. "What's wrong, Jwi?"

The boy sniffles a few more times before saying, "I h-had a bad dream."

Hoseok had already moved around him, now taking a tissue to help dry his face before rubbing soothing circles on his back. Jisung moves to sit slightly closer to Hobi, leaning into his touch.

"Do you want to talk about it?" your boyfriend asks, his voice is nothing but gentle.

Jisung nods, "There were monsters. Big monsters with spikes. They looked scary." He squeezes the plush whale, "They were chasing me, but I wasn't fast enough."

Hoseok nods as he listens carefully, gently swaying as he rocks the boy to calm him down.

"Would you feel safer if you stayed here?" you offer. "I promise you no monsters can get in this room."

Jisung accepts with a quiet "Please," and begins to settle beneath the covers.

It doesn't take much for the toddler to relax; Hoseok is humming some tune barely audible to you as you stroke the top of his head softly.

Hobi becomes silent when the sound of Jisung's breathing steadies out, and his grip on the whale loosens.

Despite your tiredness from your interrupted sleep, you remain in that position watching your nephew as his chest rises and falls. His small nostrils on his round nose flaring every once in a while.

And as you watch the boy, Hoseok watches you.

He admires your beauty—an obvious quality, but something to admire nonetheless—and the way your touches are so delicate. You have expressed your doubts about being good with children in the past, but all Hoseok can see now is how caring you are as you make sure Jisung is properly asleep and feeling better.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" Hoseok whispers, "What kind of future do you think we'll have?"

You direct your gaze to your boyfriend and nearly melt at the way he is looking at you so fondly.

"What kind of future do you think we'll have?" you smile and repeat the question to him, suspecting that he already has an answer.

Hobi beams. "I can picture us in a similar situation down the road, except maybe it's our own child between us." He carefully fixes the blanket ever-so-slightly so that Jisung is fully covered. "I can picture us in our own house one day after we're married. It'll have a nice kitchen with plenty of room for slow dances at midnight and a big bathtub in the ensuite that I know you'll use plenty." He gently tucks some hair behind the toddler's ear. "I can picture us growing old together." His gaze once again meets yours. "That's the kind of future I want to have. Anything is optional, except for you. You're the only requirement I ask for, my love."

You want to squish into Hoseok's embrace once more, but you refrain yourself from moving at the dispense of Jisung's newfound peace.

Instead, you whisper back with glassy eyes, "The only kind of future I want is with you, Hobi."

Your boyfriend glows at your words and warms your heart with his dimple-clad smile.

Down the road, you would, in fact, end up engaged to Hoseok one day, and soon after to be married as well. Your house wouldn't have a bathtub in the ensuite, but the kitchen would have plenty of room, and your husband would ensure that he twirls you around like the royalty he sees you as.

One day, you would find yourself with a daughter of your own and catching Hoseok brushing her hair as she gets ready for her first day of kindergarten. She would be so happy with the little ribbon he tied in her hair and would run to your arms to show you.

One day, you would find yourself going grey with Hoseok still next to you; the same Hoseok who would kiss you silly to wake you up on the morning of your birthday, the same Hoseok who would insist on paying for your dinner every time he'd request a date night.

The same Hoseok who would tell you "I love you" in the most gentle tone of voice, never failing to make your heart soar at his words.

One day.

But now, you remain here, in your small apartment with no ensuite nor a large kitchen. You're here, laying next to your beautiful boyfriend with your nephew between your bodies. Both boys are fast asleep, yet you remain awake and thinking about what kind of future you'll have.

What kind of future will you have?

You're open to anything as long as it contains Hoseok.

Yes, one day. ••

#jung hoseok #jung hoseok x reader #jung hoseok fluff #jung hoseok imagines #hoseok #hoseok x reader #hoseok fluff #hoseok imagines #hobi #hobi x reader #hobi fluff #jhope #jhope x reader #bts #bts jhope #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts imagines #request

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lovelylusts · 4 years ago

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Kinktober || Day 4 || Impregnation

Tag list: @samros95 @adventuresinwonderlust @tipsydipsydo

Seokjin:

This man is like a kid himself, but he also knows how to be responsible when needed, so he’s always been really, really good with kids

After playing with your cousins and nieces/nephews at a relative’s wedding, you got hit pretty hard with baby fever, and unbeknownst to you, he did too

You brought it up a few days after the wedding, asking him if he would want kids in the near future… you weren’t really expecting him to say yes

You also weren’t expecting the near future to be as near as it was, because in the next few weeks, you two really started trying

Every few days he was buried inside of you, praying that he’d impregnate you, finishing harder than he ever had before before cuddling you and gushing about how excited he is to start a family with you

Yoongi:

Out of all of the members, I think this relationship would have a bit more planning than the others

You two talked about it a bit while you were dating, and even more so when you two were engaged

During your engagement, you would babysit for friends and family quite often so you could be prepared for your own little bundle of joy down the road

On the night of your wedding, you two figured it was time to start trying, and trust me when I say you woke up quite sore the next morning… he fucked into you from behind harder than usually

He kept going on and on about how you were gonna be such a good mother and how he was excited to see you grow with his child

Hoseok:

It started when you saw him playing with the choreographer’s son… you were certain you had never been more in love with him in your entire life

After that, you started talking more about starting a family with him, and he was down for it once his career had slowed down

It took a while, but you two finally decided you were done waiting

The night you two decided it was time, Hobi was very delicate with you, as opposed to his usual rough fuckings

When you two were finished, he held you tightly against his chest… “You’re going to be an amazing mother.”

Namjoon:

Ok so everybody knows that Namjoon wants to be a dad (if he isn’t already-) and it was something you two had discussed in the past

So once you told him you were ready to actually start a family with him, he was FUCKIN’ READY

“I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look carrying my baby”

He fucked into you, holding you closely, his pubic bone grinding against your clit, as you two made love for hours upon hours...

He’d never been so in love than in the moment he came inside of you, and you were glowing with joy

Jimin:

I feel like this relationship would be the most spontaneous and you didn’t really do much planning

I mean, the most planning you had ever done was like, “Hey do you think you’d want kids in the future?” “Yeah I think so” “Same”

So one day you two are going at it and it’s really lovey but he’s also like probably gonna bruise your hips, and then you start begging him to cum inside of you and knock you up

He was a bit hesitant, but at the same time, he really wanted to start a family with you, so he obliged, and you two were never happier

“I think we’re gonna be amazing parents,” he told you as he held your bare body against his, running his fingers through your hair until you both fell asleep together

Taehyung:

This kinky fucker… it is widely known he has the biggest impreg kink

Even when you two were still using protection, he would talk about getting you pregnant like all the time

So it progressed from using condoms to using birth control, which drove him wild

And once you told him you were ready to actually try for a baby, dear god were you in for a night

He pounded into you harder than ever before, whispering into you ear about how he was gonna “fuck a baby into your tight pussy”

Jungkook:

Since you two are still fairly young, you aren’t sure if it’s the right time to start a family just yet

But you two still like to play pretend!

After being in a serious relationship with him for a while, you went on birth control, and when you told him, he practically pounced on you

“I can’t wait to finally take you raw and come inside of you”

Jungkook swore he never came so hard in his life as he did inside of you that night, and even though he knew he couldn’t knock you up just yet, he kept telling you how he couldn’t wait to see how beautiful you’d look during pregnancy (yeah… that got you two thinking)

#bts smut #kim seokjin smut #kim namjoon smut #kim taehyung smut #min yoongi smut #park jimin #jung hoseok smut #jeon jungkook smut #og work

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bts-reveries · 4 years ago

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daddy duties | 14

(text below images~ please also read the a/n! :) )

“It’s slightly over a month overdue, but I’m glad we can finally celebrate,” Jimin says with a smile, leaning over to kiss you on the lips. It was Rina’s idea that you two should go on a date and talk things out while the group watches over Mingyu for you. You figured that since the two of you weren’t able to celebrate your one year wedding anniversary, you can take advantage of this time alone and do so.

“I know, I’m sorry about that,” you say sheepishly. You pick up Mingyu from his crib and walk with him to the living room. Jimin was walking right behind you.

“What time are the Jeon’s coming?” Jimin says, making faces at Mingyu from behind you. He laughs, chewing on his little hand.

“Should be any minute now. Rina’s super excited to take him.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were right outside our door--”

Ding dong!

“Told you,” Jimin says, walking over to the front door. He opens it up to a little boy with the biggest smile.

“Uncle Jiminie!” Sian yells, jumping into Jimin’s arms and hugging him tight as Jimin picks him up.

“Hey Hyung,” Jungkook says, slapping a hand on Jimin’s back. “Are we too early?” He looks at Jimin as he still has his pajamas on.

“A little, but it’s no worries,” You say, you look over at Jimin who’s holding your nephew and you laugh.

“I guess this is what we’re going to look like when Gyu gets older and we have another kid huh?” You say to him, looking at the mirror you had in the living room. You look at Jimin carrying Sian while you hold Mingyu. A cute little family. Possibly what your future could look like in 3-4 years.

“Another kid shall stay out of our minds for a good few years,” Jimin says, placing a kiss on Sian cheek and passing him back to Jungkook.

“Can we take him,” Rina says, reaching out for Mingyu. You pout and shake your head no.

“Babe~” Jimin whispers, nudging your side.

You sigh, placing a long kiss on Mingyu’s cheek and pressing his head to your cheek.

“You better take good care of my baby,” you say to Rina with a serious expression.

“I will Yn. I promise,” Rina says, arms still out for Mingyu. You give your son one last kiss before passing him to Rina. She had the biggest smile on her face when she held him.

“I’ll get his things,” Jimin says as he leaves the room.

“Oh- We’ll come with,” Jungkook says, following Jimin, with Sian on his hip.

“So what are your plans for today?” Rina asks you.

“Hmm, we might go biking, then go out for lunch. I don’t know really,” you say sheepishly, putting your hand up to your neck.

“You're celebrating your anniversary right? Go all out! Go to Lotte World or something,” she laughs. “Wasn’t that your first date with Jimin?” You laugh at her question, remembering how scared Jimin was of every ride you rode on.

“Yeah, maybe. I can ask him if he’d like that.”

“Just go have fun, we got all the uncles and aunts together to take care of this lil guy,” she says, squishing Mingyu’s cheek.

“We got everything.” Jungkook says, walking into the living room with Mingyu’s diaper bag and car seat. “You ready?”

“Yes”

“No.”

Jimin laughs as you and Rina say opposite answers. “You guys better go before Yn changes her mind.”

“Go give Mingyu a kiss before you leave,” Jungkook says, pointing from you two to Mingyu.

Jimin and you give your son a kiss with you on one cheek and Jimin on the other, squishing Mingyu’s entire face.

“I want one too,” Sian pouts, making his parents and you and Jimin laugh.

“Okay, come here,” you say. Sian runs to you and you and Jimin do the same thing to him. He burst into giggles.

“Aigoo~~ It’s like Mingyu grew up suddenly,” Jimin says, ruffling his hair.

“Alright, buddy let’s go. Uncle Jimin and Aunt Yn have a date,” Jungkook says.

“We’ll make sure to update you, so go enjoy your date,” Rina tells you. You nod at her. Waving as they walked out of your door.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asks you as soon as they were gone. You shrug, leaning in to him and hugging him tightly.

Sian couldn’t stop giggling and playing with Mingyu as they sat together in the back seat.

“Mommy, he’s holding my finger!” Sian says, as he had his hand out for Mingyu to hold. They both sat in their car seats. Since Sian was already a big boy, he was facing the same way as his parents while Mingyu faced the other. The only face baby Mingyu was seeing was Sian’s. He couldn’t stop smiling at his hyung as he held tighter to Sian’s finger.

“Is he? Do you like having a little brother Sian?” Rina says, making Jungkook sigh. He was currently driving, Rina being in the passenger’s seat.

Rina looks over at Jungkook and laughs when she sees his expression.

“Ask daddy for one,” she proceeded. Jungkook smiles as Sian began to say “dadddyyyy..?” Jungkook looks up at the rearview mirror at Sian and he slowly asks:

“Can I have a little brother?”

Jungkook hums and makes a thinking face.

“Hmm… you can’t really choose though. What if it’s a sister?”

Rina’s eyes widens, not expecting Jungkook to go along.

“Sister is okay too,” Sian says. He looks away from his parents and down at Mingyu. “But a brother would be better,” he says quietly.

“Okay, we’ll get you one after mommy and I get married okay~” Jungkook says, Rina was frozen, looking at her man. Jungkook felt her stare and quickly glanced at her. This time it was his turn to laugh at her expression.

“What? You expected me to say no right?”

“YAY I GET A BROTHER!” Sian yells, throwing his arms up, letting go of Mingyu’s hand and startling him. Mingyu starts pouting and you can see the slight panic in Sian’s eyes as the little one was slowly starting to cry.

“That’s only after we get married buddy, uncle hobi and aunt sarang is getting married first so it’s going to be a while,” Jungkook says, pulling into the parking lot to Hoseok’s building.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Sian says, petting Mingyu’s head, trying to calm him down so he doesn’t get in trouble by his mom. “It’s okay we’re here at uncle Hobi’s so don’t cry~”

“Where’s Jimin and Yn?” Yoongi asks, watching Jungkook and Rina walk in with two boys instead of one.

“On a date,” Rina says simply. Yoongi scrunches his eyebrows as he walks up to her.

“I’m not gonna ask any questions… yet. But give me him,” he says, taking Mingyu. Yoongi went back to sit on the couch, placing Mingyu on his chest.

“All the kids are in the theater ro-- oh! You guys are finally here!” Mae says. She lets out a breath, putting her hands on her hips. “Two more kids to take care of,” she says under her breath.

“Don’t worry sis, I got this,” Sarang says. “Siannie, wanna go with your cousins?” Sarang says, holding her hand out. Sian nods, grabbing her hand and they both run off to the theater room.

“We’re babysitting today?” Taehyung says, reaching out for Mingyu.

“Hey, I just got him, give me like ten minutes,” Yoongi says. He settles into the couch and gets comfortable, hugging Mingyu to his chest.

“Tsk. Hyuuung~~ You’re going to fall asleep just let me have hi--”

“Oh- when did you guys get here?” Namjoon says, walking out of the bathroom.

“Not too long ago,” Jungkook responds, about to shake Namjoon’s hand. “Oh wait hyung. Did you wash your hands?”

“Of course, what do you think of me?”

“Uncle Kookie!!!!!!!!!!!!” Moonji yells, emerging from the hallway. She jumps right into Jungkook's arms as he picks her up.

“Aigoo~ See, a daughter would be nice.”

“Oh-- did I hear that right?” Hoseok says as he comes out of the kitchen. “When did Jungkook start agreeing with Rina,” he laughs.

“Ugh, let’s please slow down with the babies. They’re going to out number us soon and it’s going to get out of control,” Jin says, coming out of the kitchen as well.

“Daddy!” All five guys turn to the voice.

Soojin walks towards Jin and pulls on his shirt.

“What is it princess?”

“Watch the movie with us,” she says, pulling him toward the direction of the room.

“Daddy’s cooking, maybe later okay?” Jin says, kneeling down to get on her level.

“Mmm,” she whines, “other uncles can dooo itt~~”

“Don’t you want daddy’s cooking?” Jin says. Soojin shakes her head no.

“Uncle Kookie and Uncle Yoongi can cook, daddy can watch movie with us,” she says, pulling Jin towards her.

“Uncle Yoongi can do it,” Taehyung says, taking Mingyu from him.

“Omo, the youngest member is here!” Sohyun says, taking Mingyu from Taehyung.

“Aaah, he’s so cute!” Byul says, poking his cheeks.

“UgHH I just got him!!” Taehyung says, pouting like a baby.

“Daddy let’s goooooooooooooo,” Soojin says, dragging Jin to the theater room.

“I lost. See, we can’t have anymore of these guys, they’re going to take over,” Jin says as he disappears into the hallway.

“I think he’s sleepy,” Sohyun says. “Does he have somewhere he can sleep?”

“I brought his stroller,” Jungkook says, getting the stroller with Moonji on his hip. Sohyun walks over to it and places Mingyu inside.

“Aww, he’s so behaved--”

“Oh yeah, so why are we watching him? I don’t mean that in any bad way, but why can’t Jimin and Yn take care of him?” Yoongi asks.

“They’re on a date,” Rina says simply.

“They couldn’t take him on their date?” Taehyung asks.

“They weren’t able to celebrate their anniversary so they’re doing it now,” Byul explains.

“But they were just having problems the other day about Yn not being there when Jimin needed it?” Yoongi says, confused. “Now they’re both not there? I told him they both should be there for him,” Yoongi says, pointing to Mingyu.

“They just need some alone time to talk things out, and they also weren’t able to celebrate their anniversary so they’re taking this time to celebrate that,” Rina says.

“Can’t they do that with Mingyu?” Namjoon says, sitting down next to Yoongi.

“Wedding anniversaries are more romantic to celebrate without your baby,” Mae butts in. Namjoon and Yoongi look at her with a blank expression. Jungkook turns to them and back at Mae and decides to speak for them.

“Yeah, Noona, we can’t relate. We never been married--”

Namjoon clears his throat.

“Uh-- well, you know--”

“We got it Jungkook,” Taehyung says, pulling Jungkook down to sit with him on the other couch.

“Okay, so what is the problem with Jimin, Yn, and Mingyu?” Jin asks, coming out of the hallway.

“Jimin is having a lot of trouble taking care of Mingyu alone. Yn is always out with Sarang because of wedding planning, and so she leaves Mingyu home with Jimin since he works from home anyways,” Sohyun explains.

“This is literally what everyone goes through?” Hobi questions. “Shouldn’t he just… deal with it?”

“Yeah, you learn everything through experience,” Namjoon says. “You all know what happened, I had no choice. Look how my daughter turned out.” Namjoon points to Moonji who’s on Jungkook’s lap. She smiles at her dad when she notices him staring at her.

“How did you get away from the girls?” Hoseok asks Jin.

“Your daughter distracted her.”

“Ah.”

“I’m with Namjoon. I didn’t have anyone with me in the first place so I was taking care of Hana alone. I had help from you guys when I needed it but I learned almost everything on my own. If I ever was in his situation where I have a wife with me, I’d do everything with her. It would be better to learn together wouldn’t it. Jimin says he’s always stuck at home with Gyu and then at one point, Yn took Gyu so Jimin could rest,” Yoongi scoffs, “Aren’t you supposed to do it together and not pass the baby around?”

“They’re not passing him around,” Sohyun responds.

“I’m the one who suggested they go on a date,” Rina says. “The way me and Jungkook dealt with that when we were younger was to take some time alone with each other. My parents took care of him while we went and had some alone time and we talked things out.”

“But shouldn’t they wait? Like wait to go on a date until they settle things out? I mean I never really went through this but I don’t think you should be going out on dates when there’s problems going on… right?” Hoseok says, looking around the room. There was some tension in the room. Moonji seemed to get the feeling as well and she hops off of Jungkook’s lap and runs to where the rest of the kids are.

“I agree, they should start having alone time when Gyu’s a little older,” Yoongi says. Namjoon nods along with him.

“If they both know they’re having problems within their family, they shouldn’t run from their problems,” Namjoon says. “If Jimin is having a hard time with Gyu, he should continue to learn from it. It’ll make him a better father. And don’t get me wrong, he can still call us when he needs help, but he can’t always call us or always ask Yn to stay so he won’t be alone with Gyu. I heard being alone with him stresses him out because that’s the only time Gyu ever acts up.”

“Yeah but Jimin knows that though,” Taehyung responds. “He knows he can’t always call us or ask Yn to stay. He knows he has to learn somehow. He’s just having a hard time adjusting is all. I don’t know why we’re all getting worked up about it, it’s their problem… you know?”

“Yeah, we get that, but it’s not bad to ask for help. Mae and I had our parents live with us. They helped us throughout the first stages of Minseok’s life. They taught us everything,” Jin says.

“Jimin and Yn shouldn’t hesitate to ask us anything. We’re family and we have a lot of experience with kids. We should be able to help teach them one or two things,” Mae says, looking around at everyone in the group. Byul and Sohyun seem to just look at whoever’s talking and listen. Neither of them having their own kid.

“But Taehyung just said that Jimin knows he can’t always call us. He can ask us for help whenever, yeah, but he can’t call us for everything. He knows he has to parent his own child and no one else. So asking for help isn’t going to work here. They should just learn together,” Yoongi says.

“I honestly feel so bad that we’re arguing about what they should and shouldn’t do when I’m the one who keeps Yn away from her family most of the time,” Sarang says with guilt. “Wedding planning is almost over anyways so I promise I won’t be keeping her from her family anymore,” she says with confidence.

“I don’t think it’s your fault Noona,” Taehyung says. “There’s honestly a lot going on and Jimin doesn’t seem to be able to handle it well. We all know how he is and how he likes everything perfect when he does it. He likes doing it himself and he can get a little impatient when it doesn’t go his way. He just needs some time, I’m sure everything will be okay soon.”

“I kinda know what he’s going through though-- I’m sure we all do-- I know it was sudden for Jimin hyung and Yn noona of course, it was sudden to me and Rina too when we found out about Sian, but it’s your life now, you can’t change it but instead adapt to it. You know? Does that make sense?” Jungkook says. “I say they just do what works for them and ask for help when they need it. That’s what we did.”

“Okay but we got to remember that we all don’t have the same situation, mind set, life, or kid,” Taehyung says. “Just because it worked for you, doesn’t mean it will work for Jimin. They can ask for help if they want, or they can learn by themselves if they want. They can honestly do whatever and I’m sure Mingyu will still turn out great, but I really don’t think we can get mad about what they do or don’t do.”

“Okay, not to be rude, but what do you know?” Yoongi says with a slight laugh. Taehyung’s jaw drops and you can see the anger rising within him.

“whAT DO YOU MEAN??” He says in a much louder, less calming-than-before voice.

“i’M SAYING YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WITHOUT A KID SO HOW WOULD YOU KNOW. WE ALL WENT THROUGH WHAT JIMIN’S GOING THROUGH, WE ALL GOT THROUGH IT SO WE KNOW WHAT TO DO,” Yoongi yells back. Sohyun and Byul steal a glance from each other. Both of them not having their own kids either, not understanding any of the things the group has gone through.

“I haven’t gone through it either but I think Taehyung’s right,” Hobi says.

“Thanks hyung.”

“Okay, yeah, but Jimin and I literally just had a talk the other day. ABOUT THIS,” Yoongi says. He wasn’t like this a lot. So it was rare to see him so riled up about something. “YOU WERE THERE.”

“I know, but Jimin can DO WHAT HE WANTS. IF THIS IS HOW HE’S GONNA LEARN, THIS IS HOW HE’S GONNA LEARN. STOP TRYING TO MAKE THE BOTH OF THEM STAY HOME. I know Jimin, he’s my best friend, he’s just at a lost point right now, he’ll find his way back and everything will be fine--”

“Okay, I thought WE’rE ALL BEST FRIENDS,” Jin yells at Taehyung.

“HYUNG THAT’S NOT THE POINT,” Jungkook yells back. “But he’s kind of right, you can’t call him your best friend like he’s not ours either.”

“Why do they keep yelling?” Hana says, looking back at where the yells were coming from. Huimang shrugs, getting up from her seat and walking out the door.

“I think they’re fighting,” Soojin whispers, covering her mouth in shock. Moonji looks up at her and covers her mouth as well, copying her expression. Sian frowns.

“Oh noo~~ baby Minimini is there,” he says, looking back at his cousins.

“We need to save him!” Hana says, popping her head out of the door, peeking out to see where Mingyu might be.

“He’s in the stroller sleeping,” Moonji says to her.

“Quick! Who can carry a baby?” Hana says. Soojin raises her hand and points to her older brother.

“Minseok oppa carries Haneul all the time, even when he was teeny tiny like baby Gyu Gyu.” She says, pinching her little fingers to express Mingyu’s tininess.

“Can you bring him over to us Minseok, without our parents noticing?” Huimang asks. Minseok nods, already ready to go out there and basically kidnap his youngest cousin.

“Okay but bring him over to my room! We’ll all be there.” Huimang says. Minseok nods at her before walking out of the room and sneaking into the living room where their parents were at.

“Let’s go to my room,” Huimang says, slipping out of the door of the theater room with everyone else right after her.

“Come on Haneul,” Soojin says, holding Haneul’s hand as they, too, run after Huimang.

“Okay fine, we’re all best friends with Jimin, but let’s just let them do his thing,” Taehyung says. “If we’re all his best friends we should trust him on what he’s doing and just let him do whatever suits his lifestyle and help him when he needs it--”

“Okay but if he keeps complaining about the crying, I will take Mingyu as my own,” Yoongi says. “Then he won’t have to complain at all because then he won’t have a baby to stress out abou--”

“oH MY GOSH YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE HE DOESN’T WANT HIM,” Mae yells in shock.

Minseok looks up at them before running towards the stroller, hiding behind it so his parents won’t see. Minseok slowly turns the stroller to face him and, with the parents’ constant arguing, none of his aunt and uncles, or even his own parents notices.

“I’m going to save you,” he whispers to Mingyu. The poor little guy seems to be sleepy, or falling asleep, but every time his eyes drop closed, someone yells, waking him up again.

Minseok unbuckles the straps of his stroller and, gently, picks him up from the stroller. He groans as he finally carries the little guy, not expecting him to be as heavy as he is. Minseok peeks over the stroller to see if they were still distracted, and they were, so he quickly flees the scene and goes to Huimang’s room.

“ISN’T THAT WHAT YN SAID THAT JIMIN SAID?” Yoongi says, looking toward Sohyun.

“Umm… she said he made it seem like it, but no he didn’t say he didn’t want his son.”

“tHE POOR BABY, HE’S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE, DON’T EVEN SAY THAT,” Rina angrily yells at Yoongi.

“Can you all PLEASE calm down?” Taehyung says.

Namjoon and Jin scoff at the same time at how Taehyung acted like he wasn’t screaming the entire time either.

“Jimin loves Mingyu--” Taehyung starts, before getting interrupted by Jungkook.

“Oh, you know that right because you’re his best friend?”

Taehyung scrunches his eyebrows at him. “Are you seriously--”

“I’m kidding. I know he loves Mingyu because I’m his best friend too.”

“Get over it,” Taehyung says. “Anyways, Jimin loves Mingyu, he never said he didn’t. Everything’s new for him and he doesn’t know how to deal with it yet. He has all of us to ask for advice from. He got some from Yoongi hyung first, and Yn got some from Rina. They just chose to try out Rina’s advice first. He can learn from all of us and see what works best. And even if he doesn’t, that’s okay. He’ll learn either way. If he continues to not ask for help and let Yn go out, leaving him alone with Mingyu all the time. He’ll learn. He’ll be stressed af, but he’ll learn. He’ll complain about it and cry and whatever, but he’ll still learn. If he asks someone to watch his kid while he goes out with his wife, he gets to talk out whatever he’s having trouble with with her. They can work things out that way. Jimin told me before that he tried talking to Yn about it but the one time they had time alone was at night when Mingyu was asleep and Yn was so tired that she fell asleep on him. Now he can go out and talk with her about it since they have plenty of time now. And if they do decide to stay home together or go out together as a family, it’s either Mingyu doesn’t act up at all anymore or he acts up with both of them present and they’ll figure out a way together. If not and they need help, then we’re there. Isn’t this a win win for all of us? Doesn’t Mingyu end up okay in all scenarios?”

For once, it was quiet. Everyone was processing what Taehyung had just said. They all nod at his little speech.

“Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk,” he said, standing up to leave for the bathroom.

“You know I still don��t understand how he doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Hoseok says, watching Taehyung disappear into the hallway.

“He has a point,” Namjoon says.

“Hoseok hyung or Taehyungie hyung?” Jungkook asks.

Namjoon shrugs. “Both.”

“You know, I still get surprised whenever he speaks like that,” Sohyun says, dumbfounded.

“I just… don’t know what to say,” Byul says, “my two braincells are… having a hard time processing what the heck just went on the pass hour.”

“Is it just me or has it been awfully quiet…” Mae says suspiciously.

“It was everything BUT quiet,” Sarang says, massaging her temples.

Taehyung was walking back to the couch when Rina gasped.

“WHERE’S MINGYU?” She yells. Everyone looked at her weird before pointing to the stroller. She turns it around and everyone looks at the empty stroller.

“Woah. Were we just hallucinating the whole time? Is that why Jimin and Yn aren’t here?” Hoseok says. “I don’t remember drinking…”

“Nononononono, he was right here,” Rina says, looking around her.

“Okay well he can’t really go that far because he can barely roll over,” Jungkook tells her.

“Go check the kids,” Jin says to Taehyung. Taehyung runs off to the theater room.

“Are you sure we put him in the stroller?” Jungkook asks Rina.

“I didn’t, you did didn’t you?” She responded.

“No I’m sure I put him in there, buckled him in and everything,” Sohyun says.

“Are you sure you buckled him in? What if he rolled under the couch and we didn’t know?” Yoongi says, getting on the floor.

“Don’t be stupid,” Jungkook says. Although, he got his flashlight out to help Yoongi see.

“THE KIDS AREN’T IN HERE,” Taehyung yells.

“I’ll check the game room,” Hoseok says, running off.

“I’m sure they’re just in Huimang’s room,” Sarang says, walking towards her daughter’s room.

She opens the door slowly and finds all the kids sprawled across her daughter’s huge bed. And as she suspected, Mingyu was there too. Right in the center, peacefully sleeping with Haneul hugging him on his side. Sarang couldn’t help but take a quick picture before she walked away. Everyone watched her as she got back to the living room, her fiance running behind her, screaming in a loud voice.

“THEY’RE NOT IN THERE EITHER.”

“SHH!” She tells him. “All the kids are in Huimang’s room asleep. Mingyu’s there too, sleeping. They must’ve heard all of us yelling and took Mingyu when none of us were looking.”

“Minseok,” Jin and Mae say at the same time.

“Okay well, we’re all good now right? Namjoon says.

“I think so,” Jungkook says, looking around at everyone.

“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung says. Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, we’re okay. Whatever Jimin and Yn are doing, they’ll be okay,” He says. Taehyung nods, shaking his hand.

“Now why don’t we stop arguing about our friend’s lives and go eat?” Taehyung says. Hoseok and Seokjin look at each other immediately.

“THE FOOD,” They both yell, running to the kitchen. Everyone sighs, knowing that lunch is ruined and they don’t have any food ready to eat now.

“Take out?” Jungkook says, holding up his phone.

“Yeah,” everyone says, knowing that 2seok owes them dinner instead.

☔︎☔︎☔︎☔︎☔︎☔︎☔︎

daddy duties

☔︎part fourteen: dumbfounded☔︎

pairings: newdad!jimin x wife!reader

a/n: this took so long and i hope it made sense. it was hard trying to argue in different perspectives and there’s sooooooo many characters that i get confused lol hopefully what they said made sense though?

i wanna know what you guys think about the whole situation or how the other’s feel and if you have any questions, let me know~

this au has been a little hard on me since it focuses a lot on the established couple’s new family troubles other than the couple itself (does that make sense?) the other au’s focused more on the couples so this one is a lot harder so pls bear with me

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astrorising · 4 years ago

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how BTS would court a cutie!!

Namjoon: Virgo sun, Sagittarius Moon, Libra Mercury, Scorpio Venus

first off, this gif? wow what a beautiful man

definitely would be planning this date for a while lol

has a list of your likes and dislikes

probably would take you to a secluded beautiful place for a picnic

he would be so nervous omg i’m smiling like an idiot thinking about it

had jin babysit him as he cooked your favorite meal

lowkey was listening to all the songs you played around him

and then played them on your date

probably wrote a letter confessing because he was nervous he would forget while confessing

is your heart fluttering yet? because mine sure is

his is fluttering because he’s nervous lol

would walk the trail or beach with you holding hands

would laugh off how nervous he was

already planning the rest of your dates in his mind

honestly joonie is such a cutie ugh

probably has a whole plan to google all the cool places to take you

cute

Seokjin: Sagittarius sun, Aries moon, Scorpio Mercury, and Capricorn Venus

this man would be direct as fuck

wouldn’t be afraid to take you on date

or ask tbh

would dress up a little bit, not over the top

probably would take you to his brothers restaurant

because he knows you’ll be impressed

would pay for every meal

literal gentleman

with a tad of humor

and also dad jokes

would definitely want to go on dates often

movie dates

walks to the park

trips overseas

i can see him buying you outfits for dates tbh

definitely the man you can bring home to your parents

he would have them laughing the entire time

would probably want your parents approval to date

hes more traditional

Yoongi: Pisces sun and Mercury, Virgo moon, Aries Venus

ohhh yoongles

would probably be non chalant with it lol

would prefer to be at home or hangout at your house

would invite you to the studio

and let you listen to unreleased music

would love to hear your opinion too

honestly can see him liking dates to ikea?? lol

pls take me with you

honestly would love dates that involve history of some kind

maybe even dates to cafes and dog cafes??

would lowkey love park dates

definitely would write lyrics for a long song and ask your opinon

but you would already pick up it’s about you lol

he would love spending time with you

cuddles

would tag along when you’re running errands

obviously hand holding would be a must for him

honestly can see him wanting to do diy stuff

Hobi: Aquarius sun, Taurus moon, Pisces Mercury and Venus

omg he would seriously be the cutest

would think of the most romantic dates

but also would throw in adventurous dates

dates to the park

dates to the beach

dates at home cooking

dates at home watching movies

group dates

dinner dates with friends

or just hanging out with your friends

hobi would want to feel closer to you

so he would definitely want to hang out with your friends

would buy you cute things

maybe things like toothpaste or tampons lol

it would take him a bit to realize he likes you, but you would definitely know when he does lol

he wouldn’t hide it

Jimin: Libra sun and Merucry, Gemini Moon, Scorpio Venus

oh man, this man x3

would literally charm you no problem

boom, the jimin effect has been successful

would do anything to impress you lol

by dressing up or wanting to hang out with you all the time

that being said, he would ask to hang out all the time lol

whether it be at home or in public, he wouldnt care

as long as he’s with you

would be super touchy

asking what you’re doing 24/7

would take you to all the fancy restaurants

buy you outfits before he asks you on dates

then tells you to wear it because he thinks you would look so good in it

opening your door and holding your hand type shit

telling you how beautiful you are constantly

say it back or else i will for you

Taehyung: Capricorn sun and Mercury, Aries moon, Aquarius Venus

also one to not realize he likes someone right away

probably not the one to tell you right away, prefer to hang out first

but i can imagine his dates would be super cute and spontaneous

laser tag

going to the beach at night

playground dates

just so he can play with the kiddos lol

he would love to push you on the swing

or they could be super chill like watching your shows at your house

ordering your favorite take out

watching funny vlogs

its either adventurous and random

or at home

but still fun and cute

Jungkook: Virgo sun and Mercury, Leo moon, Libra Venus

omg poor bby would be the most nervous out of all of them

he would definitely keep his distance and watch you from afar at first

just to observe you

how you work and what you like

just like namjoon, probably would have a list of your likes and dislikes

would probably be in love with you already, just didn’t want to ruin anything lol

would probably be planning this for a long time, but act like it’s just you guys hanging out as friends

would probably be at either your house or his

watching him play games

or a computer cafe tbh

watching funny gameplays

or funny shows while eating your favorite snacks

you would probably have to initiate any type of PDA

but lemme tell you, he would DIE inside omg

he loves romance but doesn’t know how to initiate it?? love that for him

trying to annoy you but really it’s just an excuse to touch you

going to an amusement park

or skydiving

paintballing (?? is that what you call it? i fucking suck tbh)

he’s an introvert but also like adventure

pls compliment our bby boy

#BTS request #bts astrology

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hollyhomburg · 5 years ago

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lili!! i enjoy packtan so much and i couldn't get enough of them! it is such an amazing concept! i love the idea, and how u write them in an ask au, making your reader sort of creating their own fantasy and u expand them in a much finer wording and i am just??!! BRILLIANT! so here i am shamelessly wanted u to expand more (only if u willing to) pregnant!reader. i'm having such a wild baby fever bcs all of my closest friends are pregnant and we're just drowning in this motherhood vibe.

i’m so glad you like them! it’s kinda really fun to like- pop in and add a little bit of the au each day and kind of expand on it- I've gotten a lot of asks about Empireverse Packtan au and I’m kind of resisting answering because I know I have SO many ideas about it that once I start posting it won’t stop. so given that, I’m gonna answer this in idolverse au!

I think that before the reader gets pregnant (in the surprising way we see in this ask) she kind of feels a little shy, they’ve only ever talked about the possibility of pups with jimin and jin, and she knows like- she’s been in their pack for little over a year and she’s kind of just accepted that...it’s going to be a little while before they’ll talk about it at least, kind of worried about bringing it up and causing friction

in this au, she’s only ever almost been in a pack once before and things were really toxic and the alphas there were really controlling and often guilt-tripped her into making her feel like she couldn’t ask for things. And she hates that the first thing she assumes is that she can’t- but she doesn't. Even though she babysits her friend's pups and kind of starts to look forward to them, finds herself getting jealous of them, how their alphas and betas are so soft and caring with them.

She wants it so bad it starts to kind of intrude into their sex life, she finds herself begging for knots with a new vigor, trying to not let their cum escape she’s not on her Heat so she can’t get pregnant but :( she wants a pup kinda badly and she thinks they don’t really want them with her.

until her friend takes a video of her nuzzling into their pup and doing some good old babytalk, the one and a half-year-old sitting up chubby in her lap, giggling every time you poke at your own cheeks, making ridiculous faces just to get some more giggles out of them. they send it to you and then one of the boys texts you “ugh- filming is such a drag today they just can’t get the shots right, how is your day baby? are you enjoying your time with Jae-shii and little Hoon?” you send him back a little string of emoji’s and the video and put the phone away totally unaware of the chaos you are about to cause.

meanwhile, at the shooting, Taehyung visibly melts when he sees the video, grinning and turning to bury his head into the couch cushions kicking his feet. “what's got you so happy” Hoseok asks, enjoying a little lunch between takes, “no this is only for me~ it’s too cute~ it’s mine” “let me see!” hobi holds his heart after the video ends, “I need to sit down,”

namjoon and yoongi see it next, jimin crumpling onto jins lap as the two omegas watch the video again and again, “tell me we’re too young for pups hyung- please tell me we are,” yoongi looks up from the video, shaking his head, gummy smile on display. “never joonie, god she’s so cute how-”

the video ends up getting sent in the group chat so that all of them can save it to their phones and you look down to a barrage of messages during lunch, blushing at the messages how they’re spamming you. your friend teases you when you tell them what they’re sending you. “baby you look so cute~” “y/n + babys = terrible for my concentration” “wow now i want pups with you” “our babies would look cuter than yours hobi” “jungkook you’re a baby- you can;t be talking about having babies” “i can’t wait to have pups with you”

you even get a text in your private chat from yoongi “this had me dreaming of our future, I can’t wait to start a family with you, even though we’re a family already” “haha really?” you respond in the group chat, and are suddenly treated with a flurry of new messages, “yes!!?!? of course!” “you’d be such a good mommy with jinnie and me” “yeah why wouldn't we wanna have kids with you?”

“i don’t know, i just didn’t think that you guys really wanted pups with me, we’ve never talked about it before, and when you do talk about it it’s mostly about jimin and Seokjin so I just- kinda assumed.” there is a momentary silence on your phone, you can sense across the city there must be something happening if they’re so quiet, eventually, namjoon’s the one who texts the group chat. “okay, pack meeting when we get home about this, we definitely need to talk about his face to face.”

you’re anxious, but it dosent end up being that bad as the pack meeting happens when you’re all cuddled down in pajamas, some members going in and out of the bathroom to wash off the tiredness of the day. “of course we want to have pups with you, and i know we’ve always tabled that kind of discussion for a later date because of our careers” “but we don’t have to wait if it’s with you,” “we would kinda want to be around more though, we wouldn’t want to have to leave you alone for long periods of time”

taehyung cuddles up to your side, his hands rubbing soothing circles onto your abdomen, and you can already tell he’s imagining you swollen with pups, likes the idea too from the way he scent marks you close. “I think- I think I want it too, maybe like you said, maybe not now, but definitely one day soon” you guys talk it out, and eventually you agree that like- within the next five years you’ll start seriously trying for pups with you at least.

jimin and jin are okay with waiting for a little, they’ll be sated with their maternal urges by seeing you, and you talk it out more, how jin and jimin have always had the agreement that the two of them will help out a lot with each other's pups and yours, you now that all of you will end up being parents, the pups will be yours and whichever alpha or beta gets you pregnant first, but they’ll also be loved and taken care of by the other 6 of them, the responsibility shared equally. eventually, you fall asleep with more than one hand on your belly, feeling happy and reassured that they want to start a life with you, that you’re here to stay,

and of course, the next few months you end up being a little too lax with your birth control around your heats. usually one of them makes sure you take your pill once every 12 hours during your heat, but after some confusion, it gets forgotten for the first day- they don’t even realize they missed giving it to you, which is how you end up getting pregnant in the first place. it might be a little earlier than they where planning but they’re also just so so happy.

i know this isn’t exactly pregnant! reader but I did want to like expand more on how they talk about having kids.

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