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prettyboongi · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction | You React to Them Calling You Ugly [Part 1: The Hyung Line]

[A/N: When I first got this request, I knew it was going to be a challenge. Not only the title alone is super angst-ridden, this reaction is pretty much a reversal of what I usually do. Instead of them reacting to you, it’s the other way around. However, I was only able to finish the hyung line parts at the moment. But I will finish part 2 as soon as possible! Hope you guys enjoy!]

Seokjin

“Hey, Jin, am I ugly?”

Your unexpected question catches your friend off guard. He looks up from his phone screen, catching the serious expression on your face.

“That’s a random question,” he says with a light laugh, “What brought this up?”

You look down at your coffee mug and sighed. “Well, the other day I was out with my little sisters at the mall, buying clothes and shit. We were only there for 2 hours and seven guys came up to us and started hitting on them. Just them though. I was completely left out in the dark. It was so embarrassing.” As far as you can remember, you’ve always felt ugly. Throughout the years, there was always someone pointing an imperfection of yours, whether it was your skin, hair or body shape. It definitely didn’t help having gorgeous sisters or even a friend as good looking as Jin.

Jin looks at you sentimentally. “I’m sorry that happened, Y/N.”

But you shook your head in response. “You never answered my question. Do you think I’m ugly?”

“Why does it matter what I think of you? You’re obviously an amazing person, Y/N.

“Just answer the question?”

“Y/N-”

“Jin,” your voice sounded desperate as you looked up at your friend pleading eyes, "Please tell me."

Jin quietly sighs as he puts down his phone on your kitchen counter. “If I had to be perfectly honest, Y/N, you could look much prettier if you actually took care of your appearance.”

“So you think I am ugly.”

“I never used that word.”

“You didn’t have to,” you said quietly. Feeling your eyes burn with incoming tears, you turned your back on Jin. “But thanks for being honest.”

Jin felt absolutely terrible. As your best friend, he always made sure to be honest with you, and with his blunt nature, it was never an issue for him. But for the first time in your friendship, he sees that he shouldn’t be this honest.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you hear Jin scoot from his chair and gather his things. “Hey, I have to run somewhere. See you later.”

The moment you hear the door close behind him, that’s when you let you collapse onto the floor, quietly sobbing to yourself.

Yoongi

You honestly couldn’t understand why a person like Min Yoongi would ever be into you. Not only was he an amazingly talented rapper and producer, he’s also one of the most attractive men you’ve ever laid eyes on. That when he asked you out, you thought he was either pulling a cruel prank on you or he was some powerful drugs. I mean, how could you believe that he actually liked you. But after some persistence on his end, you decided to stuff down your insecurities and took a chance with love.

Almost a month of dating, you have no regrets when it comes to Yoongi. He was nothing but a perfect gentleman and, most importantly, a perfect boyfriend. He loved everything about you, everything from your warm smile to your dry sense of humor. The only thing he didn’t like about you was your self-hatred and how you’re always quick to put yourself down.

“I really wished you loved yourself better, Y/N,” said Yoongi.

“Easier said than done,” you replied, laughing at his comment as if it was a funny joke.

Despite how you felt about yourself, Yoongi thought you were beautiful, inside and out. Everyday he fell more and more in love with you and you felt the same for him.

However, when he told you he wanted to introduce you to his friends, that’s when you broke out of your blissful reverie. At first, you vehemently refused, saying that it was way too soon and that you were too shy. But he didn’t buy it.

“Come on, Y/N. What’s the worst that could happen?,” he asked.

You didn’t want to entertain his question with an answer but you did eventually break down and agreed to meet his friends. Knowing how sweet and mature Yoongi is, his friends would have to be the same way. Right?

The plan was to meet up Friday night at the guys favorite bar downtown. Hours before the supposed rendezvous, you spent your time meticulously getting ready. Everything was picked out with the utmost care: your hairstyle, your outfit, your makeup. Of course Yoongi thought your prep was unnecessary but you wanted to make a great impression on his friends. Even if it was unnecessary, at least the effort you’ve put on your appearance boosted your confidence a bit.

As you and Yoongi walk into the busy and warmly lit bar, you instantly hear a sharp shout from the other end of the establishment.

“Yoongi! Over here!”

Nervous, you grabbed Yoongi’s hand before heading over to the booth the six men occupied.

“Boys, this is Y/N,” he introduced you. “Please make her feel welcome.”

You were so nervous you could only smile pleasantly and give a small wave. But deter the boys from warmly welcoming you. After scooting over to make room for you and Yoongi, the boys joked around with you, told embarrassing stories about Yoongi and overall just made you feel a part of the gang. It was safe to say that things were going great that night.

It wasn’t until you were heading towards the restroom at the back of the bar when you spotted Yoongi’s youngest friend Jungkook. He had excused himself moments earlier to answer a phone call. You were planning on sneaking past him in order to not disturb his call when you mentioned your name.

“Her name is Y/N? Yeah I guess her name is kinda pretty. Too bad she looks fucking busted!,” he laughs into his phone. “Trust me, I’m not exaggerating. You think Yoongi-hyung would have taste in women but I guess not.”

Listening to Jungkook, you felt your heart break into a million pieces as the intense feelings of shame heated your face. You quickly walked back to the table and pulled Yoongi aside.

“What’s wrong?,” he asked, “You look like you're about to cry.”

“I need to go home, Yoongi. I feel I’m on the verge of a panic attack,” you half-lied to him. You tried your best to hold in your tears but the first sob that escaped your mouth ruined it for you.

Yoongi thought you were having a fun night but he did know you get panicky sometimes. He told you to head to the car while he said his goodbyes.

You worked so hard to get ready for this night and it took one nasty comment to send you crashing down.

Hoseok

“Thanks for inviting me,” you say as you walked into Hoseok’s apartment.

“No thank you for coming,” he replies with a cheery smile on his face. After helping you take off your coat, he leads you to his living room sofa.

You couldn’t believe it when your longtime crush Hoseok began talking to you. To be honest, you were more than content dreamily gazing at him whenever you caught him around campus. But when one day he asked to sit next with you at the university’s cafe, it was practically a dream come true!

For the next two weeks, the two of you kept up a flirty banter, both on campus and through texting. Having the campus hottie showing an interest you wouldn’t have thought things would get better for you. Well imagine your shock when Hoseok invited you to come hang out at his place.

Once he sat next to you on the sofa, he put his arm around you and brought you closer to him.

“What would you like to watch,” he asked you as he turned on the Netflix app on his TV.

You nervously giggled. “Oh I dunno, it’s up to you, Hobi.”

The two of you ended up settling for an indie romance film. However you two weren’t so invested in it. Especially after you started to feel Hoseok glide his hands on the soft curves of your body and felt his soft lips on your neck. One thing led to another and… let’s just say you two were emphasizing on the “Chill” part of “Netflix and Chill.”

By the time your heavy romp was over, Hoseok excused himself to the bathroom while you stayed on the sofa, basking in sheer ecstasy. The silence of the living room suddenly broke when you heard the vibration of Hobi’s phone against the coffee table. Feeling a bit nosy, you decided to pick up his phone to see what notification he received. However, your thumb accidentally slid across the phone screen and it opened to his messaging app. You knew snooping on someone’s phone was not only a bad idea, but a total invasion of privacy. But you were too noisy for your own good.

The screen was already opened on Hoseok’s conversation with his best friend, Jimin. You read their most recent texts, then instantly regretted it.

Jimin: Y/N? The same Y/N you’ve been hanging out with lately

Hobi: Yeah that Y/N

Jimin: But why? Didn’t you say she was ugly as fuck?

Hobi: Don’t recall using those words… but i would be quick to call her cute or anything

Jimin: Okay so why her tho

Hobi: Well she seemed desperate enough to fool around with so I thought ‘why not’?

Jimin: Dude

You were so dumbstrucked of what you’ve just read that you didn’t hear Hoseok’s approaching footsteps.

“What’re you doing…,” he begins as he sees you with his phone in your hands, screen opened to his texts. “What the fuck, Y/N?!” He tried to grab the phone from your hands before you threw hard at his chest.

“You fucking asshole!!,” you cried. You actually thought someone as handsome as Hoseok genuinely liked you. But sadly you were dead wrong.

He ended up kicking you out of his apartment but you didn’t care, you wanted to get out there. To get away from him. After getting into your car, you drove to the nearest parking lot you could find and sat there in the silence. And wept.

Namjoon

Weddings were never your thing. For as long as you can remember, you were always dragged to go to someone's wedding. It started with relatives, then your older siblings, and now, as an adult, your friends. Everyone excused your hatred for weddings as you being a curmudgeon. But the real reason you weren’t a fan of them was that deep inside you knew you that no one would ever make you their bride. You were never going to wear a gorgeous yet outrageously expensive wedding gown. And most of all, you were never going to find a groom who will look at you lovingly while saying his vows before grabbing you for a passionate. But that’s life right?

You have gotten to a point where you swore off weddings because you just couldn’t bear them anymore. But your best friend since childhood just had to get engaged and made you her maid of honor. You loved her so much and wished for her happiness above yours so you decided to bear and grin through it. But this is the last one, you swore to yourself.

Fast forward to three months into the engagement, it was the night of the engagement party. You and the rest of the bridesmaids were set to meet the groomsmen. The men were pretty normal, none of them really catching your eye. And then you were introduced to the best man, Kim Namjoon, and it was pretty much love at first sight. He was smart, funny and extremely handsome- saying that he was the perfect man would’ve been a complete understatement. And to your luck, he was incredibly kind to you and wanted to work side by side in this engagement. He gave you his contact information and social media, assuring you you can reach him anytime. And you did. Not only did you message him about the wedding, it soon evolved into friendly conversations about each other’s lives. In one of these conversations, you found that he was single and that he wasn’t planning on taking a date to the big day. Obviously, you didn’t have the balls to ask Namjoon out right then and there. But it did give you the incentive to wow him at the wedding. It was definitely something to look forward to.

Fast Forward to the actual day of the wedding. For once, you actually put effort into your wedding appearance. You made sure you were beautifully glammed up, hoping to make Namjoon fall in love with you. During the reception, you even told some of the bridesmaids your plan, and they helped gas you up and gave you supportive platitudes. With their support and a few glasses of champagne, you were ready to ask Namjoon to dance.

Walking up to the bar where he was sitting, your best friend stops you.

“Hey, I was actually about to talk to Namjoon-”

“I know what you're about to do, one of the bridesmaids told me,” she interrupted. “Trust me, it’s not a good idea.” You were confused by her words, wondering why would stop you from finally giving love a chance. That’s when she pulled you aside and told you the truth. “He’s not a good guy, Y/N. He’s been making disgusting and hurtful comments about the bridesmaids and you especially. When he said that you weren’t “too ugly to fool around in the broom closet, but not hot enough for a one stand, I had to possess every power in me to not knock his lights out.”

You just stood there, silently nodding and taking in her words. You put on a brave face but it was clear that your heart was broken into a million pieces.

Your best friend pulled you into a tight hug. “Forget about that dumbass, you’re absolutely stunning. Just stick with me for the rest of the evening, okay?”

“Okay,” the only thing you could reply with.

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lethal-k · 4 years ago

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Mi Corazón (JHS)

Hey all! Amanda here! I think I’m in love with this couple. I usually try not to define my character’s race, ethnicity, or nationality, but I really wanted to base this imagine loosely on my family’s old block parties. Plus, the lack of Hispanic representation within American literature is crazy, but it’s getting better as each day goes by! I just wanted to contribute to that! If you’re interested in me making imagines based on other cultures or anything, feel free to request it, just know that it may not be as rooted as this one, simply because this is my own heritage and I will have to do a lot of research on other cultures before diving in. Anyway, I also wanted an excuse to write an imagine where one of the members has to dance to Latin music because Latin music is so romantic. Hobi just seemed to fit the theme I was going for. Anyway, if you like this imagine please heart it, reblog it, and follow me! I love y’all, stay safe, and borahae <3

Genre: established relationship! au, fluff

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: swearing, google-translated Spanish, pining and simping, mentions of cartels and gangs, small mentions of immigration, literally one of the most endearing couples I have ever written.

Summary: Y/n takes Hobi to meet her family at one of their famous Miami block parties.

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“What if they don’t accept me..” Hobi mutters while you guys search for a parking spot on the street.

You glance at him, “What do you mean? What is there to not like about you?” You flash him a smile before returning your attention to the street, “This is ridiculous, I’m literally their child, I should get VIP parking for God’s sake.” you mutter while shaking your head.

Hoseok chuckles at you, “There’s one,” He points out a spot and you quickly start parking in between the two cars. He sort of deflates in his passenger seat while looking at the street lined with cars and the house that bustled with life. “What if they don’t accept me because I’m Korean? What if they think I’m not good enough for you because I can’t speak Spanish or dance well like you? What if they think my career is too much and that I won’t be able to take care of you?” He expresses his worries out loud.

You put the car in park before turning to face him in the seat. Leaning towards him, you grab his chin in your hand and squish his cheeks together. “Don’t worry, mi amor. My family moved into the U.S. from Mexico so they know what it feels like to not fully know a language while surrounded by English-speakers. They won’t judge you.”

“Bu-” he tried to cut in.

“Shh,” you shush him and put your finger on his lips, “I taught you different latin dance styles last week and you caught on super quickly. You’re making an effort to learn my language and they already know I can damn well take care of my own self but if they mention anything negative about your career then I will step in and tell them off. Okay? Stop worrying, they will love you.” He sighed and nodded, looking a little nervous. “Good, now let us go.” You give him a quick peck before getting out of the car.

Your parents had moved into the U.S. from the dangerous city of Culiacán, Sinaloa in Mexico in 1992. Six years before you were born. They had moved due to the dangers of the infamous Sinaloa cartel. They decided, instead, to settle down in Miami, Florida. Where they had you, your little brother, and your baby brother and sister. The youngest two are twins. You are their oldest child, now at age 22. Your little brother, Pedro, is now 19 and the twins, Miguel and Rosalína, are both 15. All of you grew up in the house that you and your boyfriend of 11 months are walking up to now.

Two years ago, you had moved to Seoul, Korea in hopes of reaching your dream to become a fashion designer. You chose South Korea because, well c’mon, Korean fashion is to die for. It also was not as cliche as New York, California, or Paris. A year and some months into living in Seoul, you met Hobi. Of course you knew who he was, but you treated him as any individual, which he took a liking to. Fast forward another month or two and you two started dating and now you are here, walking on your childhood street, up to your childhood home, about to meet your family and childhood friends. Yeah, you could say today was pretty special.

You two were walking up when all of a sudden a young woman who seemed to be the same age popped up in front of you both. “Y/n!!” She squealed.

Your smile grew wide and you pulled the girl into a bone-crushing hug, “Ay, Carlita! Cómo has estado?”

“Bien, bien.” She smiled back before glancing at your boyfriend, “Who is this?”

You looked next to you and saw Hobi standing there, hands behind his back, and a shy smile on his face. You held out your hand towards him and he quickly took it, “Carlita, this is my boyfriend, Hoseok. Hobi, this is my childhood best friend, Carlita.”

She smiled warmly before holding out her hand which he shook, “Hello there! It’s nice to finally meet the mysterious boyfriend.”

Hobi chuckled and nodded at her, “It’s nice to meet you too.” His accent came out a bit and you smiled at his shy behavior.

“Would you happen to know where everyone else is?” You asked, sort of wanting to get introductions done and over with so you can party with your boyfriend and family.

She shrugged, “I know that Pedro is playing video games with the boys in his room, I have no idea where everyone else is at.”

You sighed and shook your head while smirking, “That boy and his video games.”

Carlita giggled at you before walking off, “Well welcome back home and it was nice to meet you, Hoseok! Maybe we can catch up more later but right now I have to stop Tío Edgardo from skateboarding. Old man claims that he is trying to regain his youth.” she rolls her eyes.

You laughed at her and nodded.

“She seems nice.” Hobi commented in Korean.

You smiled at him before grabbing his hand, “C’mon, let's go meet my little brother.”

The two of you walked throughout your home before coming to a door in the hallway. You open it without knocking and low and behold, there is Pedro and a couple of friends playing Mario Kart. From the looks of it, your brother is losing terribly.

“Pedroo.” You sing out his name in hopes of getting his attention.

“What is it?” He asks, not looking up from the screen. You scoff at his reaction.

“What? No, ‘hello sister’, ‘how are you sister’, ‘who is that man with you sister’” You tease.

He shrugs, “Dude. Mario Kart. Priorities.”

Your jaw drops and Hobi starts laughing hysterically. “This is what I get after saving your ass from mom and dad for years. The complete and utter disrespect.” You say, mocking offense with your hand on your heart.

He smirks at your comment but his eyes remain glued to the screen, “Yeah yeah whatever. I’ll talk to you later outside, close the door on your way out.”

You shake your head, “I’ll hold you to that!” You yell as you close the door.

Hobi looks at you with a raised eyebrow and the same smirk that Pedro wore, “Have you two always been like that?”

You nodded and giggled, “Yeah, pretty much.” He shook his head at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, walking behind you back into the main area of the house.

The two of you passed a couple of neighbors, all of them who greeted both of you with open arms and hands full of alcohol. You lead him through the kitchen, not glancing at your surroundings. You are about to walk to the backyard before you hear a familiar voice.

“Ah, mi hija, si sales por esa puerta sin saludar, no dudaré en conseguir mi chancleta.” (Ah, my daughter, if you walk out that door without saying hello, I won’t hesitate to get my flip flop.) You freeze at the sound of your mother’s voice and turn around to find her staring at you with a pointed look. You smile sheepishly and shrug your shoulders before waving at her.

“Hi, mama.” The look she was giving you faded off her face and transformed into a smile. You walked over to her and gave her a hug. She pulled you in, wrapping her arms around you tighter. You sighed in content, realizing how much you missed her and your home. The picture of her in the kitchen, glaring at you, and threatening you with her flip flop put you on a nostalgia trip. Although you wouldn’t trade your life right now for the world - a beautiful penthouse apartment with your boyfriend in the middle of South Korea’s capital - you did find yourself missing the smell of huevos con carne and chorizo that drifted throughout your home. You found yourself missing the melodic voice of Romeo Santos on Sunday mornings that indicated it was time to wake up and start cleaning. You found yourself missing the company of your siblings and the embrace of your parents. But as said before, you are currently living a wonderful life in Seoul, with your career progressing fast and the man of your dreams right beside you.

“I’ve missed you, you barely call anymore.” She scolds you while simultaneously pulling you into her even more.

You nuzzle your face into her shoulder, “I’ve missed you too, mama. I promise to try calling more often.”

You pulled away to smile at her, only to find her checking out your boyfriend from head to toe. “Ay, hija. ¿Quién es ese buen pedazo de culo que trajiste?” (Who is that fine piece of ass you brought with you?)

Your eyes widened and you lightly smacked her arm, “Mama!”

She giggled and looked at you, “What?” she complained.

You sighed and shook your head. You glanced over to Hobi to find him smiling warmly at you and your mom, despite not knowing what you two are saying.

“Mama, this is Hoseok. My boyfriend.” You said, putting emphasis on the word boyfriend.

He awkwardly smiled at her and waved, “Hello ma’am.”

She smiled warmly at him while walking over, pulling him into a hug. You laughed at Hobi’s shocked face and little ‘oof’ at the strength of her pull.

“Call me mama, ma’am makes me feel old.” Hobi smiled at her acceptance and hugged her back, looking to you for reassurance. You give him a quick thumbs up before she let him go and turned to you. “While the two of you are here, mind helping me carry out these dishes to the table outside?”

You scoffed, “I’ve been here for a matter of 10 minutes and you are already putting me to work like I’m 12 again.”

She smiled and shook her head, “It’s cause you always act like you’re 12, hija, now get let's make use of your boyfriend and his muscles and carry these enchiladas to the table.”

You laughed at her antics before translating to Hobi what his task was and putting the tray of food in his hands. You grabbed a plate of tortas and she grabbed the empanadas before you started heading out.

“Thank you, hija, Hobi. I will see you both later, I have to go yell at Pedro for hiding away in his room.” She walks off, shaking your head and you smile at her retreating figure.

“Your whole family seems nice so far.” He said, taking you into his arms and holding you. You giggled and pulled back slightly.

“They’ll be your family soon too, hopefully.” You whispered, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

He smiled and nodded, “And I cannot wait for the day that they do.”

You blushed at his confession before your eye catches two heads of hair that were identical by the pool. You smiled at Hobi and took his hand in yours, leading him towards the edge of the pool.

“Rosa! Miguel!” You exclaim and stand behind them. Rosalína looks up at you from behind her glasses and smiles.

“Hey sis!” You hug her from behind and she holds your arm. You pull away and look at Miguel expectantly, only to find that his eyes are somewhere else. You follow his gaze to a very familiar girl and smirk.

Rosa smacks him on the back of the head and he flinches, glaring at her. She nods her head towards you and Hobi and he looks at you two before smiling sheepishly. “Oh hey, Y/n..” You kept smirking at him and his face flushed red under your gaze.

“Still being a simp, I see.” You tease. He looks away, face turning 10 shades redder.

“Shut up.” He trailed off.

Hobi tapped your waist, pulling your attention to him. He tilted his head in confusion. “What joke am I missing?” He asked.

Rosa snorted. She turned her head towards Hobi, catching his attention. “You see that girl over there, with the blonde hair?” She said and pointed. He nodded slowly, following the direction and looking at the girl. “Her name is Lucy. Miguel here has been pining after her for like- 5 years. Since we were 10! Can you believe that? I say he should just grow some balls and tell her that he likes her.”

You laughed at her choice of words while Hobi smirked. Miguel shoved her side in embarrassment.

“I’m not pining,” he glared at her before glancing at you, “Nor am I simping.” He trailed off while looking at Lucy before glancing at Hobi, “She is just super pretty and totally out of my league.”

You smirked and looked at him, “Nah man, you’re totally simping.”

“Literally, shut up, Y/n.” He said, crossing his arms and pouting.

Hoseok smirked and laughed, “No, you should totally do it, kid. You only live once and the worst is that she’ll say no. But if she says yes…” He trailed off, leaving the rest to Miguel’s imagination.

Rosa high-fived Hobi, “Thank you! I’ve only been saying that for years! I’m Rosalína by the way, but you can call me Rosa. This idiot over here is Miguel.” She introduced herself.

Hoseok smiled at her, “I’m Hobi, Y/n’s boyfriend.”

“You’re in that one band, right? BTS?” she asked, tilting her head.

He nodded, “Yep, that’s me.”

“Nice,” She nodded, “I like your song Dope.”

He smiled, “Thank you.”

You watched the interaction with a big smile on your face. It seemed that your boyfriend was becoming more comfortable. And that couldn’t make you any happier.

You shook your head at your thoughts before looking towards your sister, “Hey Rosa, where is dad, anyway? I want to introduce him to Hobi.”

She rolled her eyes, “Where do you think?” She snorted and nodded her head towards the make-shift dance floor. A few people moved out of the way to reveal your father, Modelo in hand, dancing merengue to Suavemente.

Your eyes widened and you let out a laugh of embarrassment, “Oh. My. God.”

She shook her head before looking towards Hobi who wore amusement on his face. “That would be our father. He’s been like that for the past hour, I think that’s his 6th beer.”

You giggled at the ridiculous man that you called your father before grabbing Hobi’s wrist. “C’mon, let me introduce you to the ol�� man.”

Hobi’s face lost all color and looked uneasy. Rosa laughed as you two walked off, waving bye. You could tell your boyfriend was nervous, after all this was your dad. Your father. Keeper of your heart. The man who raised you. If he didn’t approve of Hobi then it would be devastating to the both of you.

“Wait-” he stopped you from going on, “What if he doesn’t like me? What if I’m not good enough for his daughter? Hold on, does my shirt look okay? What about my hair?” He panicked.

You decided to shut him up with a kiss straight on the lips. He froze for a second before relaxing into it and wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled at him, “He will love you, Hobi. You look perfect.”

He nodded, still a little dazed from the kiss. You left him on the side of the dance floor and dodged dancing neighbors until you met your father in the middle.

“Suavemente! BESAME!” He shouted as you tapped his shoulder. You giggled as he turned around and looked at you in pure glee. “Mi princesa! How are you, mi corázon? Dance with me!” He exclaimed and grabbed your hands, pulling you into the dance with him.

You laughed and threw your head back. “I’m good, papa! I want to introduce you to someone!”

He nodded at you and grinned wolfishly, “Then lead the way, Princess.” He followed you off the dance floor and to Hobi.

“Papa, this is my boyfriend, Hoseok.” Hobi visibly gulped.

“Hello, sir.” He said, putting on a charming smile and holding out his hand.

Your father’s eyes narrowed, looking Hobi up and down, a poker face on. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Hoseok faltered for a second, “Yes, sir…” He said, using his other hand to scratch the back of his neck out of nerves.

Your dad suddenly smiled and took his hand, pulling him into a hug, “Well welcome to the family then! It’s nice to meet you!”

Hobi visibly relaxed into the hug, smiling at you with a big grin. All you could do is smile back, happy that he made a good impression on your dad.

Your father pulled back and squinted at Hobi, “You hurt my daughter and I’ll kill you.” He said, gruffly.

Hobi’s eyes widened, “N-never, sir.” He stuttered.

Your dad broke out into another smile again, “Good!” He clapped him on the back, “Here, let’s go have some drinks!” He led you two to the bar before leaving to go dance some more.

It was later that night, after more less-stressful introductions, multiple plates of food, and a few drinks that you and Hobi were sitting together at a table, watching the party and enjoying each other’s company. You were staring at your parents, who were in the middle of the dance floor. Corazón sin cara was playing as your parents swayed to the music, your father’s arms wrapped around your mother’s waist and her head leaning against his chest. You smiled softly at them with a look of fondness in your eyes.

“They seem to really love each other.” Hobi said, looking from you to your parents.

“They always have,” You said softly, laying your head on your arms and looking at them, “They’ve been through a lot together, a lot of trials and tribulations. When I was a little girl, I thought they were the purest definition and example of true love. They’ve always had each other, and I used to yearn for that as a teenager.” You explain.

Hobi smiles and puts his arm around you, “Well, my love, now you can think of us when you think of love. I want to give you everything, the world, and I want to have your back just like your dad has your mom’s.” He says, pushing your hair behind your ear.

You turn to him and smile, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss.

“I love you so much.” You mumble against his lips.

He smiles against you, “I love you too, jagi.”

It’s when Obsesíon by Aventura comes on the speaker that you pull away with a gasp and wide eyes.

“What is it?” Hobi frowns, confused by your sudden behavior.

You giggle, “This is my song!” You get up and find Carlita before pulling her to the dance floor. Hobi smiles at you, and how your eyes shined with excitement. He watches you from afar, noting how natural you look among the people you grew up around. Although he may not know anyone and sticks out like a sore thumb, you are the complete opposite, blending in as if you had never moved away to begin with. He thinks that you have never looked so beautiful, than you do right now, at ease and having fun with your friends and family. He remembers how excited you were for him to meet all of them, going as far as to teach him some Spanish and give him some Latin dance lessons. You were so excited for this trip, and now that you both are here, Hobi doesn’t ever want to leave. Because you look so happy here, and all he wants is your happiness.

“You love her.” Hobi looked to his right to find your father, sitting down next to him with two beers in his hand. He said it more as a statement than a question.

Hobi glanced back at you, “Yes, sir. I do, very much.” He sighed out, watching the way your eyes lit up and your smile grew as you sang along with the song. He watched how you moved with ease to the melody with your best friend and he could only admire you and think of how lucky he is, to call you his.

“I could tell, you’re looking at her as if she’s your world right now.” Your dad smiled gently at Hoseok.

Hobi blushed a little and looked down before looking back up at him. “She is my world, sir. She’s helped me through a lot, and she supports my career and always is there if I need her. I only hope that I’m the same for her.”

Your dad gently laid his hand on Hobi’s shoulder, smiling at him. “You are. The look that’s on her face right now,” He nodded at you on the dance floor, laughing with Carlita, “I haven’t seen that look in a very long time. She was going through a lot when she left, and now I can see that she’s happy again. You make her happy, Hoseok. That’s all I could ever ask of you.”

Hoseok smiled at him, “Thank you, sir. That means a lot.” He looked back at you, smiling at you when you looked at him and winked. He blew a kiss to you before leaning back in the chair. “I’m not going to lie, I was nervous when she said that I would be meeting you all.”

Your dad chuckles at that, “Yeah, I could understand that,” he sighs, “I have always been the first man in her heart. I’m used to protecting her, to providing for her, to loving her. But now I’m not the sole man in her heart anymore, you are there too.” He says. Hobi looks at your father to find him staring back at him intensely. He looked him dead in the eye, “I believe you are a good man, Hoseok, and I fully give you my approval and welcome you into our family.”

Hobi’s face breaks into a wide grin, “I’ll cherish her for the rest of my lifetime, sir.”

The song changed to something more upbeat, and you were suddenly calling out to him, beckoning him over to dance.

“I have no doubt that you will, now go get your girl.” Your father clapped his back as Hobi stood up and made his way over to you.

You took his hand in yours and started moving along to Como la Flor.

“Baby, remember how I taught you cumbia? Well this is an iconic cumbia song!” You smiled. Hoseok squeezed your hand and started moving along with you, getting the movement and rhythm pretty quickly. He laughed at your tipsy state. But that didn’t matter, what mattered is that you were having fun, and that you were happy. And despite the alcohol effects, you still managed to dance like a professional. You giggled when Hobi spun you, and it was the most beautiful sound on this earth to him. The two of you were in your own world, dancing together and laughing with each other. You were so caught up in each other that you almost didn’t notice how the song changed into a slow one. But when you did, Hobi pulled you closer and you nuzzled into his chest as you danced bachata with him. He took extra lessons in this dance style, without you knowing, just because he knew it’s your favorite.

“I love this song so much.” you mumbled, slurring your words a bit.

“What is it?” He asks, whispering in your ear.

“Imitadora by Romeo Santos aka king of bachata.” You mumbled back.

He smiled at your cuteness, leaning down to peck your forehead. You two kept moving to the music, and he spun you around. “What is it about?” he asked when he pulled you back in.

“It’s about how his lover changed and turned cold, no longer giving him the same love that she once did.” You stated, smiling up at him.

He frowned, “Well that’s..romantically depressing.” He said.

You snorted, “Romantically depressing?”

“Yeah,” He smirked down at you, “it’s a romantic song, but it’s also super depressing.”

You shook your head at his ridiculousness and pulled him into a kiss.

“At least the melody is pretty.” You said after pulling back.

He pulled you closer to him, “Indeed it is, jagi. Indeed it is.”

As cliche as it sounds, the world faded around you two, as you both got lost in the dance and each other. You two held each other as if the world was ending. Your souls intertwined and the two of you vibed together. The moment itself was as intimate as it could be, and it would forever remain one of your favorite memories of you two.

Later that night, after the party had ended and everyone had either gone home or gone to sleep, the two of you laid in your bed. Surrounded by darkness, you stared at each other, whispering about how well today went and how much fun you had.

“I think they like me.” He whispers to you, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Oh they definitely do,” you giggled.

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrow.

“My mom thinks you’re a ‘fine piece of ass’ as she calls it.” You snort.

Hobi let out a surprise laugh, his cheeks turning the slightest bit of pink. You moved closer to him, cuddling up against his chest.

“I would have to agree with her though.” You whisper.

“Oh yeah?” He smiles down at you.

“Mhmm,” you mumble, falling deeper into your sleep, “You looked so sexy tonight, dancing to Latin music.”

He smirked down at you, kissing the top of your head and closing his eyes.

“Yeah?,” he mumbled back, falling deeper into his own sleep, “I might have to do it more often, then.”

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blu-joons · 5 years ago

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Dating Jungkook ~ BTS Headcanon

Getting Together:

He’d watch you all night long, but be terrified to actually approach you

The boys would push him into going towards you

Jin would probably accidentally push him to force you into conversation

He’d start with an anxious giggle before nervously introducing himself

The two of you would meet for coffee a few days later, something casual to get to know each other

JK would ask you thousands of questions about you

He was really interested in hearing about you and learning more about your character

He would be an absolute gent, paying for all your dates, picking you up, holding doors, the absolute dream

Initially he’d be scared to touch you, not wanting to come on too strong, keeping any affection brief and subtle

Any time you spoke he’d have a wide smile on his face, he loved the sound of your voice

He would try and keep as much of your relationship to himself despite the boys constantly presenting him with questions about what was going on

Secretly he would want to see you everyday, but would try and see you every couple of days, taking you to different places

There was no rush, he wanted to be sure that you were the one he wanted to be with, even though he knew he liked you, he didn’t want to be too full on too soon.

The date that he did take you out on to make things official was very romantic, every fine detail had been organised so everything could run smoothly

He kept it lowkey, a night at his flat, he cooked and then the two of you could watch a movie, JK hoping to sneak in a few cuddles

You could sense something was strange the second you walked through the door, he was biting his lip, keeping conversation to a minimum.

“Everything alright?” You asked, panicking him more as he realised he was so nervous even you had noticed, the last thing he wanted was for you to think you had done something wrong

He would pull out all of the stops for your meal, surprising himself with just how good it actually was

The two of you engaged in your usual small talk, bouncing off each other

As he placed desert down in front of you, he would take a deep breath, composing himself for you

“Please don’t feel like you have to say, I understand if you say no, but I feel like we’ve been getting on so well, and I think you’re really pretty, and kind and I like being with you, so would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Your smile assured him, reaching for his hand across the table having seen how nervous he was

When you accepted he swore he could have cried, how did he get so lucky?

That night the two of you definitely cuddled up watching movies

Every time Kookie spoke to you he’d add the word ‘girlfriend,’ to the end of his sentence

Being In A Relationship:

It took a while for him to adjust to the whole relationship thing, he would often question whether he was doing the right thing or not

He would quickly tell the boys making sure they knew you were off limits and not to get any ideas

He’d also tell all his friends and family, being his first adult relationship it was major milestone in his life

Since you were officially his girlfriend he always liked to hold your hand, it was the perfect way to always make sure you were there

It was clear how happy he was by the look in his eyes, always staring at you

On the inside he was ecstatic but on the outside he played it cool

Always laughing

Giving you lots of compliments always

Hiding your makeup because he much preferred your natural look

Snapping candid photos of you, saving them on his phone to look over when on tour

Texts every morning to wish you a good day and texts every night to wish you a good sleep

Keeping a close eye on your health, eating and drinking plenty

Cooking for you when he wasn’t sure how well you’d eaten, wanting to keep his baby happy

Having a secret code that none of the boys understood to communicate without them knowing

Always being invited to events, Jungkook loved when you dressed up, especially knowing he’d get to walk around with you on his arm

Showering you with little gifts, usually he would buy you new jewellery so you stopped trying to pinch his

The fans absolutely adoring you both together, your ship most definitely strong

JK would always want a cuddle

He’d find a way to hold you against his chest most of the time, running his hand through your hair

Lots of spooning, he loved to be the big spoon and make you feel protected

Hugging you from behind often as the taller

The two of you would often exchange clothes, embracing the scent of each other

Keeping with tradition and going on dates every couple of days

Hanging out in the studio into the early hours to keep him company

Souvenirs from the different places he travelled to on tour

One of his candids of you being his lock screen

Leaving voicemails because of the time difference

Writings songs about you, but not explicitly mentioning you

He made no secret of your relationship, not caring about the cameras

Little notes around the flat reminding you of how amazing you were

You trying to sneak little peeks of his abs from time to time

Long phone calls, especially when you hadn’t seen each other for awhile

Tickle attacks when you least expect it

Kisses on the head to just make the point he’s taller

Often coming home to him running you a bath to help you destress

The other members treating you like you were one of the family

Jin constantly reminding you both he technically introduced you to each other

Staying up until the early hours of the morning, cuddled up to watch the sunset

Surprising him at the studio with lunch

Jungkook always keeping a very close eye on you, not wanting you to be in any danger

Taking one of your teddies on tour so it felt like you were there

The best dates ever

His favourite spot to take you was the fair so he could show off and win you a prize

Visiting the same coffee spots and restaurants, always ordering the same

Probably being better than you at everything (because JK is just good at everything)

You being the first to hear his demos and give you him your honest opinion

Sleeping in until late morning because Jungkook just wanted to always hold you

Affection/Skinship:

In public he’d usually just hold your hand

Behind closed doors he was always all over you

Trails of sloppy kisses along your jaw working his way down from your earlobe

Tracing your skin under your shirt, fiddling with the hem of the material

Always sleeping with you close to him, and if you tried to move his grip would tighten

Back hugs when there was space in public

Light kisses in passing, nothing too OTP

Lots of tickles

Neither of you rushing into sex

Sex was meaningful, loving, Jungkook would want you to feel relaxed and enjoy it

He would work off of your cue, not wanting to push you into anything

He usually initiated sex, normally his hands would be your signals, wandering along your skin

Intimate, candles in the room, maybe light music in the background

From time to time he would dominate, using his muscles to throw you about and lift you up

Hands always in your hair, pulling you wherever he wanted you to be

Big on eye contact

Not that big on quickies, he wanted to take his time to appreciate your body

Cuddles after sex were a guarantee

Lots of conversation, sweet nothings were a big thing

He loved to hear you shout his name

He much preferred to give, his tongue could do things you never had imagined

Shower sex

He would wrap you up in a blanket when you were done, holding you close

Lots of praise, you definitely knew how to make him happy

Arguments

There was nothing worse than arguing with you

He hated to see how upset you were when you disagreed

Usually he would be the first to apologise because he couldn’t stand the tension between you two any longer

No matter how angry he got he would never raise his voice at you

Always attempt to talk your problems out so that the same issue didn’t arise again

He panics when you argue as he doesn’t know how to handle the situation

Even the smallest of arguments hurt him, he can’t stand any tension or discomfort anywhere

He’d be prepared to give you distance, but would soon cave, desperate to have you in his arms

The studio is definitely his hub when you’ve argued, he’d use his pain to try and create some powerful lyrics

He hated to show you his vulnerable side, but arguing terrified him of the thought of losing you

You would only apologise if you were wrong, you were a lot more stubborn than he was

Neither of you ever swore, that was one thing you both objected to

Any comment you made about him he would take to heart, you’d spend the next few days reassuring him it was all just heat of the moment.

It would take awhile for the two of you to go back to your usual selves after an argument

You both still had a huge amount of love and respect for each other even if you argued

You both said things you didn’t mean, but you always resolved your arguments

Your Relationship With The Boys

If Jungkook was the golden maknae, you were definitely the silver

They looked after you like a younger sibling, protected you from everything

Jungkook made it clear where the boundaries are and the boys obliged, even if they teased him a few times walking the tightrope

None of them ever moaned about you being around, it was nice to have a girl around to mother them sometimes

You could laugh and joke but never stood for any of them picking on JK

They loved to have you on tour for makeup tips and ideas on their hair

Jungkook was thankful you got on with the boys so well

Namjoon definitely led you too, he and Jungkook were very close so he took you under his wing

You were closest to Taehyung, your interests were very similar and he would love to sit and talk to you

Hobi was the one to always make you laugh, just a funny face was enough to set you off into a fit of giggles

Jin would definitely tease JK the most, he’d always poke you or give you a cuddle, Jungkook keeping a close eye on him

Suga was the one you could talk to most about your problems, he was great at giving advice and listening to what you shad to say

Finally, Jimin was like your elder brother, you would both come up with pranks for the boys, filming them on V Live.

The Future

Jungkook decided to wait a couple of years before proposing, he hadn't rushed from the start and wasn’t going to change that

Simplicity was key, his proposal was romantic, a nice beach walk just after he had returned home from tour

You married in his hometown, lowkey, the boys and your families present

You both had the desire to have children, but only once his career quietened down

He knew from the moment he met you that you were the one for him, and nothing could ever change that

Masterlist

#bts #bangtan sonyeodan #jungkook #bts headcanon #jungkook headcanon #bts imagine #bts reaction #bts reactions #bts fluff #bts angst #bts scenario #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook reaction #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #boyfriend jungkook #bts boyfriend

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bangtancentricsblog · 5 years ago

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a hoseok fic

hoseok doesn’t like your best friend jungkook and for good reason

this is my first hoseok fic on tumblr and it is for my beautiful wife and most amazing suporter @boymeetsweevil 2/8 parts of my attack I hope you like it lmao

Twenty minutes, it's been a total of twenty minutes and Hoseok is ready to lobotomize himself with the knife that sits on the table. He’s sure that Jungkook could be a great guy, he can nealy fool himself into believing it but he’s just not sure anymore. It’s not that he hates Jungkook, because he doesn’t, he doesn't know enough about the boy to do so. Jungkook likes to toe the line of obnoxiously talkative and smug asshole whenever he sees Hoseok and that happens to be almost everyday. Especially considering Hoseok had been dating you for the better part of five months now, and Jungkook well he was your best friend who you lived with. That’s right you lived with the other boy, sure Hoseok was bothered by it but he wouldn’t outright say it. Couldn't even begin to imagine the reaction that he would get out of you if he chose to do so.

The entirety of your relationship so far consisted of you setting up dates and showing up with Jungkook in tow. His smile so wide as he greeted Hoseok with all the faux sweetness he could muster before dragging you off alongside him. Hoseok wasn't too sure who he was dating at this point you or Jungkook seeing as he spent most of your dates in the uncomfortable awkward presence of your very eccentric asshole of a best friend. Today you’d invited Hoseok out for lunch and he was more than happy to see you, he just wasn't expecting to see Jungkook planted in the seat next to yours as you happily waved him over.

“Hobi, I’m so happy you could make it!” you say a smile spreading your lips. He smiles back because you were cute and he wasn't sure he could truly be mad at you. It's Jungkook he’s mad at, one date, he only wants one. He wants a single date where he doesn’t have to see that buck toothed asshole, with his fake as shit smile and annoyingly cheery voice.

“Hey baby.” he says after planting a soft kiss to your cheek. Jungkook’s arm is slung over the back of your chair and Hoseok narrows his eyes at it.

“Nice to see you again Hyung, I wasn’t aware we would be meeting you for lunch.” Jungkook says over the rim of his glass.

“Oh, is that so?” Hoseok laughs reaching for the menu and giving a quick once over. It's quiet for a moment as Hoseok calls a waiter over ordering himself a steak substituting the mashed potatoes for french fries and the asparagus for broccoli. The waiter smiles, and Hoseok adds a sprite to his order before thanking him.

“Hobi, he’s just kidding. He knew we were having lunch, I wanted to surprise my two boys with a lunch date!” you voice eyes shining in a way that makes Hoseok smile at you. He isn’t the only one he notes as he catches the way Jungkook is looking at you. He won't say anything, he promised himself he wouldn't bring it up, wouldn't ask because it’s none of his business but by now you must’ve caught on, right? It's now that he realizes neither you nor Jungkook have ordered, which is odd since he’s sure carrot breath would have convinced you to order the moment you’d sat down.

“Were you waiting for me to order?” Hoseok asks, resting his arms on the table.

“We were, should we order now ___?” Jungkook asks you as he calls a waiter over quickly rattling off his order and your own. It puzzles Hoseok how Jungkook can so effortlessly step into a boyfriend role when he isn't your boyfriend. He does watch though, quietly observing the small interactions between the two of you. If he didn't know any better he’d say it was almost subtle enough that anyone would assume you and Jungkook were siblings but Hoseok isn't dumb or blind. He can see the not so hidden affection in the younger boy's eyes, the not so subtle way he exclusively stares at your mouth when you speak. Hoseok sees everything and understands the thoughts in the younger's head perfectly because he’s also thinking it. Has been ever since he started dating you, except he keeps it locked up tight and out of the public eye. It's something he keeps strictly to the bedroom, something meant solely for the two of you. He shrugs it off, it’ll give him a headache if he thinks about it too much. To his surprise the waiters are quick to deliver their food and it's then that he notices that you have been handed a plate of baked rigatoni with beef and Jungkook is given a chicken sandwich with baked potato fries.

Ew he thinks as he stares at the obnoxiously orange fries sitting on the plate in front of Jungkook. You quickly tuck into your food, eagerly stuffing forkfuls of the chunky pasta into your mouth puffing out your cheeks. It's cute, especially with the outfit you’ve chosen to wear. He’s always loved the way you dress but especially when you dress so cute, he likes dresses but he especially liked them on you. There’s just something about you in a dress that gets to him, maybe it's the amount of skin that he can see, no its because he always follows that tantalizing amount of skin all the way up to the hem and thinks of all you’ve done together. Of your breathy sighs and stuttered moans the way you look when you finally cum. He likes to watch the way your skin blooms with color underneath his touch, even now the blush that colors your cheeks distracts him.

“So Jungkook I hear you got a big photography job lined up.” Hoseok asks cutting into his steak and pushing the french fries onto your plate. You smile gratefully and he watches as Jungkook too shoves some of his own fries onto your plate. He hides a chuckle behind a mouthful of steak and broccoli when you wrinkle your nose in distaste.

“Yeah, I’m going to Mexico. They said I can take someone along with me.” he says eyeing you expectantly.

“Why don't you take Yujin with you?” you supply happily plucking more fries from Hoseok’s plate and stuffing them in your mouth. There’s this thing you do when you eat that endears Hoseok, it's adorable to him, almost childlike where you hum a bit and then wiggle happily while eating. It's the cutest thing and it makes Hoseok’s heart feel fit to burst.

“I don’t know if i like Yujin enough.” he shrugs.

“I’m sure she’d like to travel with you.” Hoseok laughs pointedly smiling extra wide at the boy. You nod eagerly reaching for a napkin to wipe your hands and mouth with. They both watch as you stand taking extra care to smooth down the skirt of your dress and excusing yourself to the restroom. Again the two watch as you walk away before continuing on with their respective meals.

“So Yujin, she’s cute.”

“I guess.”

“Not interested?”

“I don't like blondes.” Jungkook mutters.

“Really i thought all men liked a blonde or two here and there.”

“Not me, I prefer brunettes.” Hoseok narrows his eyes at the boy but smiles nonetheless.

“Really? I wouldn’t have imagined.”

“Is that so, I thought I made it kinda obvious.” Jungkook says planting his elbows on the table and staring down the older man. Hoseok sits back wiping his mouth with a napkin as he too plants his elbows on the table resting his chin on his interlaced fingers.

“I’m sorry i didn't get the memo. Is there someone you might be interested in?” Hoseok asks, his tone filled with annoyance.

“Are we playing dumb?”

“I don't know are we, I’m mean its not too hard to play dumb when you are right?” Hoseok says and he doesn't mean it but he enjoys the way the boys brows tick upwards in annoyance.

“____ and I used to sleep together.” Jungkook blurts a smirk lifting the corners of his lips and this smug little fuck looks so happy with himself. Hoseok wants to be upset, he really does especially when his patience has finally run out, but he isn’t. Instead he picks up his fork and knife and goes back to his steak.

“It doesn’t matter at the end of the day she’s still going to be begging for my cock.” He says taking a bite of his steak watching as Jungkook chokes on his spit and you return none the wiser patting the younger boy on the back and reminding him to chew his food.

#emm writes #mine #mine writings #mine works #jung hoseok x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #boyfriend hoseok #best friend jungkook #new works #new writing #unedited #as it always is #for my wife #attack 2

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wegoingsofthours · 5 years ago

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Hobi Reader where y/n is Yoongis little sis and Hobi has a big crush on you and decides to drink his sorrows away but then admits his feelings to you by accident and y/n returns the same feelings and then it gets into a really heated makeout session that last a while, until Yoongi walks in on them with Hobi and Reader both with no shirts on

Jealous ♡ Jung Hoseok

A/N: I had to edit the ask slightly because I didn’t want it to sound too much like the recent 2 asks I had posted for Jisung. But I tried my best to keep most of it the same. I hope you like it either way.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Member: Jung Hoseok / J Hope

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: In which a few drinks can lead to an exposed secret

Word Count: 1568

"Why am I going again?" you asked "I'm old enough to stay home alone"

You had been seated in the car, your brother Yoongi being the one responsible for driving you toward his friend's house. Your parents had been out of town, and being the only two in the house, he decided to stay at his close friend, Hoseok’s house, wherein all of his other friends decided to remain for the night. Being close to all of them, due to your closeness in age, had been pivotal in your decision as you trusted them enough to go along.

“Because I don’t trust you” he replied, as you become offended by his words, a look of false betrayal on your face “don’t give me that look. You almost burnt our food a few days ago”

“But I didn’t” you stated, trying to prove a point, which hadn’t worked out for you. Sure, you had been incompetent at times, but you hadn't believed yourself to be that irresponsible. Yet being the youngest from the two of you, you had concluded that you’d never be able to make it pass the stage of being the ‘less mature’ sibling as even in Yoongi’s eyes, you had fit this stereotype.

“Whatever. At least this way I’ll know you haven’t set the house on fire”

“Why do you even need to go to his house anyway?”

“We planned this a while ago. It just happened to be today. And neither of us can cook”

“Fair point” you said realising the two of you wouldn’t be able to survive alone.

“Taehyung, why did you change the channel?” you asked, as he seized the remote from you, only to scroll mindlessly through another series of movies.

“Because it wasn’t that good” he replied.

“Give it back” you exclaimed, tackling him down on the couch, trying to grab the remote away from him. He sat upright on the couch, using his height to his advantage as he raised the remote up in the air with one hand and using the other one to ward you off.

“What are you two doing?” a voice you recognised to be Jin’s asked from the doorway, seemingly concerned by the way the two of you had been acting. Although you were the closest with Taehyung, all the other boys had labelled the two of you as being more like siblings, due to your love-hate type of relationship. You couldn’t discern whether it had been due to your closeness in age, as the two of you had the least of an age gap for you, or the fact that you both shared similar personalities, therefore causing you to clash in this way.

"He won't give me the remote" you complained.

"Just give her the remote back” Jin replied.

“Fine” he replied, aware that he wouldn’t be able to argue his point against Jin, seeing as he had been the oldest out of all of you. Also Taehyung knew he wouldn't he able to defend himself in this situation.

“And please for the love of God act your age. It’s like raising little kids” Jin said before exiting he room to continue his duties in the kitchen. It hadn’t however been soon for the rest of the boys to show up, taking into account the lack of trust they had of the two of you staying in the same room together.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?” Jimin asked, taking a seat next to Taehyung and grabbing the remote that had been placed, as a result of the situation, right next to Taehyung. He flicked the channel a few times until settling for one that all the others had agreed on simultaneously.

“Well, so much for that fight over it then” you stated.

“Why did we even bother?” he replied with a sullen look on his face.

The rest of the boys had been engrossed in the show that had been playing, which you weren’t bothered about what it had been called, until you had felt a pair of eyes fixed on you from across the room.

Hoseok.

When brought to your attention, you looked up until you had locked eyes with him across the room, an agitated expression on his face. You examined the way you had been seated and contemplated what you could have done to make him glance at you in that way, yet nothing had come to mind. He had snapped back into reality shortly after, however, rather than just looking away, he left the room, you being the only person to realise.

What was up with him?

"Hey. Hoseok. What are you doing awake?" you asked the figure in front of you. You had awoken in the middle of the night, needing a glass of water. What you didn’t expect however was Hoseok to be in the kitchen at this hour of the night. It was only until he turned around you were able to see the dazed look on his face and blurry eyes that you could tell he wasn’t in the right frame of mind. A bottle of beer had been placed in front of the table he was sitting at with a cup besides it, explicitly showing his actions at this late hour. You decided to move past the incident in the living room earlier and to forget mentioning it, in case it had been a misinterpretation. ”Hey, you shouldn’t be drinking this late”

"Like you care" he replied, although his language had become slurred, you were able to make out what he had said, along with the hint of anger present in his tone. It was that moment you had realised he had become enraged, possibly due to you. But you had failed to see what you had done wrong for him to become like this.

"What's the matter with you?" you questioned noticing his sudden change in demeanour.

"Why are you here? Did Taehyung go to sleep so you're going to talk to me now?"

"What has Taehyung got to do with this? I was just getting a cup of water" you asked. He began to stand up, making his way to the counter, where you had stood, completely motionless. His nearness to you caused your heart to beat at an inhumane rate, you had been unable to tame back to normal.

"Are you really that clueless. We see each other all the time but you just don't realise do you"

"Realise wh-" but before he could finish his sentence, his lips had connected with yours, catching you off guard for a while. You’d been pushed backwards, until your back collided with the edge of the table behind you, leaning back against it for support. The kiss in itself showed a sense of passion within it, as if to make you feel guilty for keeping him waiting for such a long duration of time. His hands trailed down your back pulling you closer to him, if that had even been physically possible.

A small cough from the kitchen door caused you to pull away before it initiated any further. The figure standing there had shown a look of disbelief and aggravation of his face.

“Yoongi. I can explain” you stated pushing away from Hoseok and advancing further towards your brother, but his statue like stance had shown he had been unwilling to talk about it.

“Go to sleep. Both of you. You can both talk to each other in the morning. At least then you’ll make the right decisions”

You did as he said, but you had been in for a sleepless night, thoughts running wild with what had just happened as well as the outcome for the next day.

“What happened last night” you asked Hoseok who had been seated on the couch next to you. It had been early in the morning, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to go about the rest of the day without clearing up the situation at hand. You both agreed to talk it out by the choice of your brother as well as to clarify the incident.

“First of all, I’m sorry I sprung that all on you without your permission. I know it was wrong of me to do” he said apologetically.

“That’s not why I’m asking. I know, you weren’t in the right mindset to take control of it. But is it true? Do you actually like me in that way?”

You never imagined this to be possible. You believed all of your brother’s friends had shown a sense of concern for, with all of them seeing you to be one of the youngest from the group of you. You had never expected this to be this serious.

“Are you really that oblivious? Yes, I do. I’ll admit it. You and Taehyung, you both get along so well. I guess I was jealous of the relationship the two of you have”

“Well, I think you’ll be glad to know, I don’t see Taehyung in that way. I’ve only ever seen him as a friend, nothing more. But yesterday, with the kiss, I realised I feel the same way about you too”

“So, since we clarified that. Let’s go out tomorrow. You up for it?” he asked.

“You’re asking me out on a date” you smiled.

“If that’s what you want to call it, yes I am”

“In that case. I’d love to”

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littlemisskookie · 6 years ago

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Langour

Langour Ship: Hoseok | Reader Description: Hoseok’s got a lust-driven thirst for his step sister. Warning: Step-Siblings!AU, Incest Sorta? Impregnation Kink, Somnophilia, PWP, Dub-Con? Dirty Talk, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Oral, Fingering, Intercourse, Handjob Word Count: 3,387 A/N: I’m sooooo going to hell for this I’ve never seen anyone write this particular kink s h i t.

There's an unspoken but clear rule that everyone knows about family- and one that Hoseok seemed to have broken.

Family doesn't look at family with lust.

More precisely, Hoseok happened to look at his sister with lust. Even more precisely, his step-sister.

Sure, it wasn't incest- but considering the fact that you two lived together and shared the same parents, it was wrong nonetheless. He couldn't help it, though- it was as though you were enticing him with your mere presence.

Hoseok hadn't thought too much about when his father's girlfriend said yes to the proposal. He was happy for his father actually- the man had been lonely and sad ever since Hoseok's mother died years ago. He had never seen his old man so happy. He liked the new woman anyway- she was very liberal and down to Earth, being open-minded.

He didn't think much either when he found out she had a daughter.

"Eleanore's got a daughter about your age, you know," his father commented after a few dates with said Eleanore. Hoseok was a mere teenager at the time, at the peak of his hormones and being flooded with school work. It wasn't as though he had much time to think about the possibility of a step-sister.

But when you moved in... that's when things changed.

You were fun to be around, but he could never quite get comfortable with you. Sure, he was at ease, but it wasn't familial ease. It wasn't even quite the friend-type of ease- there seemed to always be a tension between you two, so thick it could be cut with a knife. He had a feeling you could sense it, too. It wasn't that you two weren't fond of each other- it was the opposite.

It was as though Hoseok had fallen into a trap. He was a teenager, it was natural for him to be horny and lustful over any girl his age who wasn't related to him by blood. It didn't help when you snuck out of the shower, hair slicked back and wet, water droplets rolling down your skin, and a small towel pressed daintily against your body. Or when he'd call you down for dinner only to see you prancing around in your ridiculously short shorts, and on occasion, underwear.

He remembered what shame he felt when he clasped his hand over his mouth, biting down on his fist as he jerked off to the memory of you pinned down by another man against the wall, his chest pressed against yours so tightly that your toes barely grazed the ground. Hoseok felt seething jealousy- though he disguised it instead as brotherly anger. He had marched himself over to the two of you, shoving the guy off of you. "Get away from my little sister" and bullshit like that. Though he's never thought of you as a sister. Not once.

What made him stop in his tracks, lungs constricted from oxygen, is when he turned around to face you, his nostrils flaring and his eyes practically bulging out of their eye sockets. Your lipstick was smeared, lips swollen and cheeks rosy. Your eyes had a blown out appearance to them, practically black with how dilated they were. Your hooded gaze had fallen onto Hoseok, and at that moment he felt as though someone had knocked all of the air out of his body.

"You should stay away from creeps like that, Y/N," Hoseok scolded, chastising you. "Hell, isn't that the guy who's been sliding into your DMs? What do you want with a jerk like that? What do you see in him, anyway?"

You simply gave him a sultry look, a smirk on your lips as you gave him that innocent shrug. "I guess I just like guys who take what they want."

God, how those words sent Hoseok ablaze. He was always the kind of guy who respected women- respected anyone, really. He didn't cross boundaries and was cautious and tenacious. He considered himself a feminist and was disgusted with some of the acts he'd hear about on the news and such.

However, he had never suspected a woman would actually like that behavior. Maybe it was the confidence of it all that had you attracted to it, but it left him hard in the middle of the night, only able to jerk off to the sight of your swollen and glossy lips along with your dangerous gaze. Fuck, and to think you were peacefully sleeping on the other side of the wall, your rooms connected to one another.

He could forgive himself for that, though. He was a teenager- it was bound to happen to a degree, especially since he never considered you a sister.

But now he was an adult.

And he still wanted to fuck your brains out.

God, if his stepmother and father knew, they'd shit a brick. He had no doubt you knew, though. You'd tease him, often, it seems. Your smile was too coy to be innocent, brushing against him as you passed by, your ass pressed against his crotch. You'd grin from ear to ear whenever you'd ask him to hold onto your waist and balance you as you tried to reach something on the top shelf, on your tiptoes as you balanced on a stool. Hoseok would always try to look down, your short and inviting skirt giving him glimpses of the black lace you wore underneath. It took a lot of self-control for him to keep himself from throwing himself at you whenever you strutted about the house in the skimpiest clothes you could find. You'd meet his glares with sharp giggles.

What a tease.

There was one night, though, when it all snapped. You two were watching a movie. Your parents have fallen asleep due to their older age. You had a habit of snuggling against him, as though for warmth, but Hoseok always felt so tense. He couldn't imagine you actually felt comfortable.

There was a certain scene in the movie where the man had snuck into the woman's room, feeling her up and kissing against her neck as she slept.

Hoseok grimaced. "Isn't that... wrong?"

What a stupid question.

You shrugged in response, your eyes trained on the glowing screen. "I dunno- I think it's kind of hot."

Hoseok tensed at that, his muscles tight. "What about that is hot? It's sexual assault."

"It's called somnophilia, Hoseok. Look it up. And I wouldn't want just anyone to do it to me- I'd kick them in the face. I think I'd be ok with it, though, if it were someone I trusted."

"To each their own, I suppose," Hoseok murmured quietly. He had never pictured you as the type to have a kink or fetish like that, but you still managed, to this day, to surprise him. As he thought about it, too, he could picture how you could get turned on from the idea. He didn't think he'd feel comfortable with putting his dick in an unconscious person, though.

Hoseok's breath hitched when he felt your hand on his knee. You were hesitant, waiting a few seconds to observe his response through the light of the people having sex onscreen. "You know I trust you, right?"

Hoseok didn't know how to respond to what you were insinuating. However, you dismissed that worry from his mind, as though knowing he wouldn't want to directly answer.

You sat up, stretching your arms as your mouth went agape. Letting out a yawn, you rubbed your sleepy eyes. "I think I'm gonna hit the sack. Night, Hobi."

Hoseok watched you walk away, his eyes trailing after you, gaze firmly planted on your rear as you sauntered out of sight. He couldn't believe what had just happened, and as his mind filled with ideas and questions, he looked down only to realize that his body had also reacted to the vixen that was you.

Shit.

Needless to day, Hoseok was restless that night. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to so much as close his eyes. Why was it you had this effect on him? Why you, of all people? Why did he have to be so goddamn attracted to his step-sister? It was driving him mad.

He debated in his head whether to do something about it and finally sleep with you, or to pretend as though it never happened.

He was starting to seriously consider the former when he heard something.

His name.

Someone from the other side of the wall was moaning his name. Your voice rang out, light and airy, and though there was no doubt your sleeping parents wouldn't be able to hear, Hoseok sure as hell did.

His name spilled from your mouth in breathy moans, small groans and whimpers tumbling out, and Hoseok strained to hear. It was as though he were possessed, getting up from his bed to open the door to your room, though it was already slightly ajar. He had suspected something like you masturbating with a vibrator or toy in hand, but instead, he found you sound asleep, your body moving reactively to whatever wet dream you were having.

You were having wet dreams about Jung fucking Hoseok.

He felt his throat get tight, and though he was undeniably aroused at the moment, he wanted to deny the temptation. He couldn't- you were asleep- he was your brother-

"I guess I just like guys who take what they want."

Hoseok felt as though he wasn't even in control of his own actions at this point. He found himself climbing into bed, slithering between your legs, and his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties.

This is wrong, this is so wrong, he thought to himself as he slid them down your legs, throwing them to the side. He was about to get up to leave when you gave another moan.

"Fuck, Hoseok, please, please touch me."

He felt his hard-on throb with need at that, and he took in a deep breath, your wetness and feminine scent clouding his train of thought. Slowly he slid down to lay on his belly, his head between your thighs as he pushed them further apart. He could see your pussy barely glistening in the dark, and he felt as though he were a starved man tempted with delicacies before him. There was no other accurate description.

Tentatively, he licked a stripe up your glistening cunt, the sweet flavor of your slick on his tastebuds making him want to devour you whole. His eyes rolled back, and despite the fact he had gotten a mere taste, he felt as though he were in heaven. This was enough jerk off material for years, no doubt about that. You tasted too goddamn sweet.

He licked you again, spreading you with two fingers as the flat of his tongue pressed against your clit. You mewled, writhing beneath him, your thighs tensing at his sides. He found himself gradually getting firmer as you coated his tongue, the greedy muscle occasionally dipping into your sopping hole. His lips pressed and kissed the folds, tongue causing wet, lewd, and sloppy sounds to fill the room. He enjoyed how your moans would get low and more groan-like at that, and when his tongue twirled around your clit you would become more breathy and whimper-like.

You began to tense more as his tongue lashed out, becoming more punishing with how loud your moans were. Chanting his name, he couldn't get enough. He slipped two fingers into your glistening heat, a come-hither motion making it easy for him to find your g-spot. You were unraveling, your thighs clamping together around his head as you felt yourself come undone, a violent orgasm wrecking throughout your body as Hoseok continued his harsh motions, the searing pain as he continued causing undeniable pleasure.

When you came down from your high, your body went limp, your skin glistening with sweat. Hoseok saw your eyes peer down at his, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath you took, your mind dazed from drowsiness and the lust-filled haze.

Hoseok kept his eyes locked with yours before pressing his tongue flat against your clit, toying with the swollen nub once more. You cringed from overstimulation, hands flying down to grasp onto his locks as your thighs instinctively locked him in. "Mmf, Hoseok."

Hoseok gave you one more strong lick, enjoying how you shuddered beneath him, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. He came up, between your legs as he caged you between his arms, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. "Did you have a nice dream, Y/N?"

You nodded slowly, looking at him with hooded eyes. He was shirtless at the moment, wearing nothing but sweatpants. You reached out, palming the prominent bulge beneath the fabric. "Do you even have to ask?"

Hoseok grinned at that, his eyes darkening as he saw you waiting intently, eyes peering up at him as though to wonder what his next move will be. "You came pretty hard, there. What will Mom and Dad say to know I'm corrupting my little sister?"

"Why don't you corrupt me further?" you questioned, spreading your legs alluringly, your pulsating heat beckoning to him once more. "You still need to be taken care of."

"Fucking shit," Hoseok hissed as you pulled his dick out from beneath his sweatpants and briefs, stroking him slowly. You stopped for a moment to reach down, swiping your fingers through your copious arousal and twirling the little nub, moaning a bit. Your fingers dipped into your puckered hole, coating the small digits further in your arousal and the leftover result of your previous orgasm. You slid your fingers back up, swiping them through the folds and letting them graze over your clit before you wrapped the hand back around Hoseok's cock, your juices mixing along with the pearls of precum that circled the tip of Hoseok's cock.

"We could've been doing this years ago if you weren't so scared," you whispered, cocking your head to the side. "I've waited long enough. I can't wait for you to wreck me."

He moaned, shuddering as you continued to prep him, lubricating him thoroughly. He swiped your hand away quickly, however, wanting to get to the real deal. "I'm gonna fucking destroy you, baby. No other man will be able to perfectly wreck you the way I will."

"Fuck me, big brother," you said, arching your back and lifting your hips in the air so your entrance can meet with the tip of his cock. You circled your hips in the air enticingly before Hoseok grabbed onto your hips, slamming you back down into the mattress as he pushed inside of you.

Both of you moaned as your walls enveloped around him, and you hissed at the delicious burn of his cock stretching your walls further. He began to move, bucking his hips against yours as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He kept himself above you, his elbows acting as his support as he was careful not to crush you. It was good that he was caging you in, however, because the velocity of his thrusts threatened to have your head bang against the headboard. There was no doubt there'd be bruises on your pelvis by the time this was over.

Your feet reached towards the sky, heels to heaven as you arched your back beneath him. Hoseok licked against your neck, collecting the salt, as though his tongue was a paintbrush and your skin was the canvas. You grabbed onto his face to eagerly mash his mouth against yours, tongues twirling together in a sloppy kiss. You could still taste remnants of yourself on his lips.

It's odd to think that you two have gone this far, and yet this moment was actually your first kiss together. Right as he was drilling into you at a brutal pace, his sharp pelvic bone causing just enough friction and applying just enough pressure as it rubbed against your throbbing clit. You could feel your body shake, your walls clenching around him as your second orgasm approached, but you wanted him to come too.

Sensing that you were close, Hoseok hitched your legs up, your heels on his shoulders as your feet dangled beside his head. He leaned forward, the angle allowing him to penetrate you deeper, and you felt your eyes rolling back. You were beginning to convulse around him from the intense sensations of your approaching orgasm, but you kenw you wouldn't be satisfied with just that. You wanted to feel the soreness between your legs the night after, knowing each moment you moved that the cause of it was because your brother had snuck inot your room to plow into your tight cunt. More than that, though, you wanted to feel him fill you up with so much cum you were practically overflowing.

"Cum in me, Hoseok," you begged. "I'm so, so close. I want to feel you inside me from this moment to when I wake up in the morning- mark me as yours."

That seemed to do it. Hoseok's eyes rolled back as he let out a few more sloppy thrusts. Your heels dug into his ass as you pulled him close to you, his last few strokes having your orgasm spread throughout your body, intense as it bloomed from your crotch to the tips of your fingertips.

You were panting heavily, and Hoseok's arms shook as he tried to stay upright instead of falling on top of you, though he looked worn out from both the orgasm and the exercise.

You grinned at him, knowing all too well the worrisome look on his face. Instead, you helped him roll over, sitting on top of him as you planted a wet kiss against his mouth.

"You filled me up so good, baby," you whispered in his ear. "I'm going to keep this in me all night. If I weren't on birth control, you would've gotten me pregnant. You filled me up that much- it's spilling out of me already."

"God, you're dirty," Hoseok said, enjoying the way you spoke teasingly and erotically, pulling you down for another kiss. "Imagine what our parents would think if they knew what a dirty girl you were."

"They'd be horrified to know you knocked me up. I'd be so swollen and full, my breasts filled with milk, and they'd know you corrupted their precious baby girl," you smiled, feeling up your breasts as though you could already sense how tender they were. "Our kid would be so precious, huh? So pretty and handsome- just like you. All because you fucked me like an animal."

"You're the filthiest girl I've ever met. I should've fucked you sooner," he said, groping your ass, feeling the full flesh of it as he palmed you thoroughly.

"Daddy always said I should find a decent guy once in a while. I doubt he'd say his own son wasn't decent," you giggled, sliding off the bed to go to the restroom, feeling quite content despite what others would perceive as very wrong.

You still had that after-sex glow in the morning, despite how many hours had passed. Your family was having breakfast, and though you and Hoseok had done your best to remain inconspicuous, the passing stares and glances towards one another would be obvious to anyone who was paying attention.

Hoseok had returned to his own room after the sexual encounter, not wanting your parents ot be suspicious. The two of you had yet to talk about it in the morning, but judging from your teasing smirk and glinting eyes, you most certainly didn't regret it. In fact, you seemed content on teasing him.

You also happened to be purposefully brushing your foot against his leg, just to tease him. It was fun seeing him so uncomfortable and riled up, it made you laugh, evidently. Hoseok gave you a passing glare at the audacity of your boldness, but you batted your eyes demurely in response, acting innocent as always.

Your mother looked between the two of you and sighed, taking a sip of her morning coffee. "I do hope you two used protection."

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yoongihoseok97 · 7 years ago

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.Taehyung as your boyfriend.

A bean ™

He’s so cuddly and cute aw

Even cuddlier than jungkook

Mostly likes to be the big spoon

Has to be the small spoon when he’s tired or ill though

Rests his head on your boobs/chest

Likes it when you play with his hair

When y’all are sleeping his legs and arms are tangled around you like a koala

Not like you mind,, he’s bloody adorable

Always tells you how much he loves you before he goes to bed

Even if he’s on tour he makes sure to call you just before you go to sleep to tell you that he’s ‘truly madly deeply in love with you’ that was such a cute one direction song

The master of giving affection

Hugs you all the time

Constant forehead kisses

Cheek kisses

Chin kisses

Just kisses your whole body

Leaves your lips for last though cause he’s a tease

Likes laying on top of you when you make out

Either really hyper makeout sessions or lazy/cute makeout sessions

Bites your bottom lip and slips his tongue in your mouth when you gasp

Man knows what he’s doing with that skilled tongue of his ;))))

Likes grabbing your thighs/ass

Literally leaves hand prints cause he just can’t stop

Not that you’re complaining

Lovesssss giving you oral

Gives you at least 2 orgasms just with his tongue

Touches himself when he’s eating you out

Is a Dom but doesn’t mind being a sub

Strip teases are his favourite

I just imagine him sitting there watching you Intensely bitting his lip

Gets to needy and pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him

“You did so well baby,, let me reward you”

Ties you up “no touching until I say”

Over stimulation&& orgasm denial

Open to try anything& likes trying new positions

“Let’s see how flexible you are baby”

Loves it when you leave hickies on his neck

Like I feel bad for the stylists trying to cover them up lolol

Shows up at your apartment in his pyjamas at like 3 in the morning and is like “baby let’s go to the park!”

“Tae istg you woke me up at 3:00am to go to the park?”

You go anyway cause you can’t resist his cuteness

You end up getting ice cream at the 24 hour convenience store

When you both can’t sleep and y’all are cuddling talking about the future and how excited he is to have kids and spend the rest of his life with you

Also you have really deep conversations about the world

Also random silly conversations like “do you ever just look at a dog and think ‘wow I hope they think I’m cool’”

He’ll start singing to you sometimes and you absolutely love it cause his voice is so calm and soothing

Your family love him

He dead ass just goes to your family home sometimes and has tea with your mom and plays with your younger siblings if you have any

Is literally your best friend

You’re really close with all the members

Makes you play his computer games with him and kookie

Takes you shopping so he can spoil you

Buys you matching Gucci sliders

And just anything Gucci

You sometimes feel bad cause he just buys you so many expensive things and you can’t do the same cause well you’re not famous and rich

He doesn’t mind though “as long as I’ve got you I don’t need anything else”

I see him being the most into PDA

Full on makeout sessions in the middle of a supermarket if you’re up for it

If you’re not a simple peck is good

Likes linking arms with you

Back hugs are another thing he likes

Rests his head on your shoulder

If you’re short he’ll always tease you for your height and purposely put things on the top shelf cause you have to ask him to get them

If you’re tall he’ll loveeee your height and your long legs

Will just randomly start feeling them and he’s like “so smooth”

Likes it when you shower together

Doesn’t mind if y’all are getting it on or not in there he just wants to be close to you& wash your hair

You steal his fancy dress shirts sometimes and like he lovessss seeing you in them but “babe please be careful with them they’re worth more than my existence”

Calls you either babe/baby or something weird like ‘sweet cheeks’ or ‘my lil candy pop’

Loves you with his heart and soul,, just wants to be yours forever& you want to be his cause he makes you so happy

When he proposes to you he’s gonna be cliche and take you to like a Rooftop and there’s gonna be rose petals and candles lit up and he’s gonna cook you a meal and he’ll start singing to you and aw

He’s a bean

Just love him with everything you’ve got and he’ll do the same

That was Tae as your boyfriend! Hope you enjoyed it,, now the BTS boyfriend series is finished I’ll prob go onto day6 or EXO but feel free to send it requests!- Anon Hobi x

-None of the gifs used are mine credit to the original owners-

#bts #bts taehyung #bts v #bts headcanons #bts reactions #bts scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop headcanons #kpop reactions

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jungtookthejams-blog · 7 years ago

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Hoseok Imagine [2]

[inspired by the AMAs that I stayed up to watch c:]

type : normal !

genre : angst + fluff !

AU : american idol reader !

word count : 1392 !

summary : Imagine winning a huge award (as you are a famous actress, singer, AND comedian) and getting really emotional about it, and Hobi is the first one to greet you backstage.

You sat in your seat with a smile, dancing to the beat of Shawn Mendes playing his recent hit. Bangtan was a few seats to your left, and they were doing the same as you. You felt really happy to be there, at the AMAs. You felt out of place, even though you had exceptional fame yourself. You were a natural 22 year old star, and people knew it. You tended to be so humble and happy, though, and that made people love you even more.

It all started on YouTube, actually.

You were a lowly comedian on the site, doing collabs with the likes of PewDiePie and Markiplier, back when all three of you weren’t all that popular. You had recently dropped out of college and picked up YouTube to hopefully keep you going, and it worked. Your covers, skits, and hilarious commentary became a hit. A contractor called you and offered you a job in Hollywood, so off you went.

You started out on talk shows like Jimmy Kimmel and Ellen, getting word of your rising career around. Then you went onto a TV series called One Night Stand, which was hilarious and fun as Hell to star in. After that, you were put on a record label, however you were never an official artist. You did covers of other songs and many collaborations, but never released an actual album or single. That being said, you loved music, but your heart was in the entertainment of comedy.

You were on a few movies of all genres, guest-starred in a few shows, and eventually got your own talk show. You were a hit in all countries, considering you were also multilingual. You were what rising stars inspired to be.

And now, here you were, at the American Music Awards, dancing to Shawn Mendes alongside your boyfriend and his very successful group.

Yes, you were dating a K-Pop star. Jung Hoseok, to be precise.

It was funny, how you two got together. You were in a drama with Taehyung, one of Hoseok’s band members. You and the alien boy had gotten very close, and Tae internally knew you’d be a perfect match for the energetic rapper. So, he introduced the two of you, and love grew naturally.

You were surprised how the fans reacted when you went public, there actually wasn’t a lot of hate. People had been shipping you guys from the beginning.

With that pleasant surprise, you went on to spend a lot of time in the boys’ dorm, collaborating with them often on sidetracks such as 4 O’Clock and Change. You and Hoseok had a strong bond, and there wasn’t one moment that you doubted each other. Even you had your disagreements, but you always worked through them.

As Shawn Mendes walked off the stage, Kelly Clarkson took his place. She wasn’t singing, though. She was going to announce an award.

“So,” She said in the microphone, smiling broadly, “Tonight we have a special award. We want the winner of this award to tell everyone their story. Their entire story.

“This person is such an inspiration to young, rising artists. They have gone through so much, and still managed to make it another day. Another week, another year; they are so strong in so many ways. They have so many talents; singing, acting, comedy.

“They’ve been through it all, guys. Depression, anxiety, anorexia, and so many more. They are who struggling people look up to and say, ‘I want to be like them. I have to be strong like they were. I need to.’

“They are humble and sweet, and they deserve this award more than anyone I can think of. Really, they do.

“Please, let us stand and honour the winner of the Most Inspiring Artist Award; (Y/N) (L/N)!”

Your hands flew to cover your mouth as you slowly stood in shock, making your way to the stage. Cheers erupted from all around you.

You hugged Kelly, having her smile at you and tell you that all she said was true, and hand you the award. You held it up and beamed at the audience, who quieted down soon after to hear you talk.

“Wow,” You said, with a small waver in your voice, “Guys, what the Hell?”

Chuckles could be heard as you continued, “This is so amazing. You could’ve picked someone like Diana Ross or Kelly Clarkson, but no, you picked me. And that means so much to me. You see this? You made me cry, Good job.

“But all joking aside, Kelly told me to tell you guys my story. So, here it goes. Please, be patient with me, I am really emotional at the moment and I might have to pause a few times.

“Okay, so, I grew up in Fukushima, Japan. I had my parents and my brother, that was it. I spoke Japanese, of course, Korean, and English throughout high school. In 2011, Fukushima was practically destroyed due to an explosion in the nuclear power plant that was there. I was out of town for a plant study in botany, so I was not physically affected. My brother was visiting a pen pal in China, as he was twenty-one and I was fourteen. The disaster took the life of my parents and other family.

“My brother and I were devastated. Neither one of us ate or slept, we felt guilty that we made it out alive. Years were spent like that. I had gotten anorexia and had to fight for my life in a hospital, then I had to recover and gain weight again, which wasn’t easy.

“Like all things, it became a part of the past. It was something that made our sibling bond stronger. But then, it happened again, in France.

“You see, my brother became a neurosurgeon, and he was needed in for a really difficult surgery. That was when the accident happened.

“On the way to the hospital, a big-rig had t-boned him and his driver, killing them both. That being said, I suffered from depression yet again. That was in 2015.

“But, you guys; my fans, my friends, my family, you brought me back up. You have me love and happiness. You taught me how to smile again. Not a fake one that I wore on TV, but a real one. And for that, I thank you.

“So, never lose yourself. Even if things are rough, you’ll always make it through. You are strong. You can achieve happiness. I know you can. I believe in each and every one of you. And I love each and every one of you.

“Thank you, so much. Thank for for giving me the opportunity to be here today. Thank you for saving me.”

The crowd went absolutely wild as you walked backstage. Celebrities were crying, as were you. The second you stepped out of view from the public, Hoseok stood there with his arms already open, with the rest of BTS behind him.

You practically ran into his arms, sobbing. He smoothed your hair and pressed kisses anywhere he could; your knuckles, your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your shoulder, your neck, and finally, your lips. His mouth silenced yours as he gently caressed your jawline.

“It’s okay,” He said, “You are so strong, Jagi. I am so happy to call you mine. And I’m even happier that you’re okay now, that you’re here. Let me help you put the past behind you. Let me help you start over.”

You sniffled as you nodded, “Please, Hoseok..”

He gently wiped your tears from your face as he nodded, “You really do deserve that award. When we get back, we’re all going to have a fun time together, okay? We’re going to do all your favourite things. Just the two of us.”

“That sounds wonderful, Hoseok. Thank you.”

“Anything for my Jagi.”

You then looked past Hoseok and chuckled, “Guys, come here. You’re my family, too.”

Taehyung bounded over and immediately scooped you in his arms, crying.

“I never knew my baby sister went through so much! I promise you we’ll all keep you very happy!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Tae’s words, hugging him back as the rest of Bangtan joined you two in a group hug. These guys were your everything, and you couldn’t live without them.

#jung hoseok #jhope #kpop #bts #x reader #imagine #writing #this is cute #i had fun writing this #hobi #bangtan #love #amas #idol #jhope x reader #hobi x reader #hoseok x reader #jhope imagine

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nanamismoonchild · 8 years ago

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Chapter 5- The Forgotten

Title: The Forgotten

Author: Nam

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Au: Werewolf

Warmth spread through my unconsciousness.

What happened?

“Oh-Oh, she’s not dead,” I hear someone cheer.

Oh…yeah… Namjoon was telling me that I’m a werewolf hybrid and then I fainted. Too much information at once. Things were too strange to not believe him. I felt a rumble underneath me-must have been the bed I was on. It was really soft.

“Mom, should Hobi-hyung be underneath Y/N like that?”

“Well, it’s the only way I can wake her up.”

Underneath…me?

Warning bells sounded off in my head, and my eyes flew wide open. Only to see a giant wolf face.

Jungkook smiled, “Y/N! You’re okay!”

“Hobi, you might want to…”

I scream, scrambling off the belly of the monster. Then I noticed that the air smelled eerily like wet dog. Looking around, I saw that i was not surrounded by men ( besides Jungkook) but 7 12-foot tall werewolves.

My scream grew even louder as I rushed out of the house.

That did not go well.

Halfway toward my house, I paused to catch my breath. I did not need the neighborhood to think I was a crazy teen running from nothing. I was already the the friendless teen.

I sat on the curb, holding my head between my legs. Being blasted with new information then actually seeing it was enough for me. I could piece the rest together. Dad had been a werewolf and Mom had been human, so that makes me a wolf-human? But werewolves are already shape-shifting humans right?

I started walking again. Walking gives me time to collect my thoughts. I remember something Namjoon said before I passed out:

“Your father did not listen to our warning and married your mother, who was indeed another species of supernatural….”

So does that mean I’m not human at all? Or am I one-fourth human since werewolves are half-human? Regardless I am a hybrid. I wish I had parents to explain this to me, but sadly they died before they could. Well not died, but murdered the same way my grandparents were. But there was one more family member who knew everything.

Aunt Noel. She was still alive and walking. She was the only member alive, and the only member who somehow hated me. Neither her husband nor her spoiled children. But she was the only person I could talk to. I will just have to call her when I get home-if she answers.

I found myself, practically running to the house. This was a chance to finally know another piece about myself and to connect with Noel.

Why hadn’t she told me earlier? She had obviously known about this; she wrote a freaking book based on her “adventures.” Why hadn’t she told me the last time she saw me? Sure, the last time I saw her was in a shopping mall–buying school supplies.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” I turn around to see my aunt and my cousins. They were each holding a three bags in a hand.

“Buying supplies.”

Jinhyun, the daughter my age, snorts, “With what money?”

Jinyoung, the son also my age, snarks, , “ The money she doesn’t have. “

I sigh. I didn’t have time for either of them. The sale is was going to end in one hour and I was only on pens and pencils.

They all laugh as if it were the funniest thing ever. I roll my eyes and try to move to the notebook section. My eyes were on the one with the basket full of puppies.

Noel blocked my advance, “ It’s actually nice that I met you here. I don’t need to go to that bastardly house. Who knows what you have been doing. You might even be waiting for a man here.”

I could just slap her if it wasn’t for the fact that a lady was trying to take my notebook.

“What do you want?”

“ I just wanted to tell you about something I forgot. Your father wanted me to give you a letter.”

I wait for her to give it to me. “And where is it?”

“Oh, it’s in his room, “ She takes a moment to think, “In a shoebox. Good luck finding it. “ She, Jinyoung, and Jihyun walk out the store. However, Taehyun stays behind. She was the quietest of her siblings and takes pity on me whenever they pulled a prank.

I ignore her and continue to sift through notebooks–the puppy basket was gone. I felt someone move behind me. It was her.

“I saw you looking at this while Mom was talking and I grabbed it before that lady did,” she hands the puppy basket notebook to me.

I eagerly take it, “Thank you. “

She stares at me before saying, “ Mom won’t tell you this but… You’re really special to our family. If you ever want to know what I mean, I can… I can help you. “ And with that, she hurriedly catches up with her mom and siblings.

I had never spoken to her or my aunt since then. I was too afraid of learning I was adopted or something. But now, I desperately needed answers. I was either getting them from Aunt Noel or Taehyun.

Opening the door to my house, the hairs on my neck stood up. Something had changed. Did someone come fix the air conditioner? It had been broken and the house had been a desert. Usually they left a note, but the guy they sent must have been lazy.

Even so, I grabbed the bat I keep near the door and turn on the lights. I walked towards the kitchen, since it’s the place thieves steal from first. Nothing. Until I rounded the island. There was a huge glob of my peanut butter, bread, and bananas on the floor. I stared at the mess for a long time. That was my favorite peanut butter, for one, and they didn’t bother to clean up the mess. How rude.

Thunk! Thunk!

“Oh….hell…”

Spinning around, I see a shadow run up the stairs. Every sense in me told me to not run up the stairs, but curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back. I tiptoed up the stairs making sure not to step on creaks. It was dark in the hallway but the light to my parents room was on. I lifted my bat ready to swing if I needed to. Steadily toeing my way though, I listened for the tell-tale noises of an intruder. The room was silent as it normally is. I had never stepped into this room before now; I abandoned this room when my parents died. I didn’t need the memories.

I let my bat drop loosely, and sighed. Maybe it had been my imagination. Turning around to walk out, I banged my head on a wall. A furry wall. A breathy growling furry wall.

I squeaked.

The wolf launched its snarling mouth at me, but I used the bat to keep it open while I ran away. Three stairs down, I heard the bat snap. It was metal, and the wolf had easily broken it. With that thought, I ducked inside the storage closet. I thought about all the ways Teen Wolf and Twilight had written about wolves.

Smell. He probably has a scent of me. I knew there was a bottle of Bleach on the upper shelf. Maybe if i drowned my body in it, I could mask my scent. I reach up for the bottle, unscrewing it, and, holding my breath, doused myself in the foul smelling stuff.

Sound. I had to be as still as not to cause a single sound. How do I do that? I don’t know, but this is life or death and I wanted life.

Sight. More than likely the guy could see in the dark, so if he somehow opened the door, I was screwed.

Tough skin- No knives could help me. Not even silver. I would have been dead a long time ago.

I had to sit quietly. However long that took.

Two hours had passed according to the little clock on the wall, and the wolf had not noticed me yet. He hadn’t left–I could hear him in the kitchen. Probably eating more of my peanut butter.

I could not be a sitting duck any longer. If I only I had a phone, then I could contact Taehyung or Aunt Noel if it needed be. But sadly, I was too stubborn ( and lazy ) to go out and buy a phone. I always used the house phone. I didn’t have friends to call anyway. Plus if I used it, the beast in the kitchen would hear my voice amid his munching.

Wait…. Could I use the mind-talking Jin and Jimin used? Only one way to find out.

Hello…?

Well, I didn’t expect it to work. I don’t have any idea of how to work this. Maybe I don’t even have the stupid thing. Regardless, I tried again.

Jin-oppa! Can you hear me?

Nothing again. What had Jin said? That you have to be in close proximity. Well, I totally couldn’t get close. But what if I pictured Jin or any of the boys in my head? I took a deep breath and focused on any boy. Dark brown hair with a deep tan… Taehyung.

I exhaled. Taehyung?

There was a something that sounded like television static then it connected

Y/N? What’s wrong? How are you doing this?

Don’t worry about that. Is anyone else listening?

Yes. The other guys.

Well… I am kind of stuck in a situation.

What?

There’s sort of a man-eating werewolf in my kitchen eating my peanut butter.

The connection was cut short. Only because the door of the closet flew open. A man’s hands grabbed me by the collar. I squeaked.

“Did you think you could hide forever? I smelled you before you poured the bleach on you. I just wanted to tease you,” Wolf-man growled into my ear. “By the way, you have great taste in peanut butter.”

I kicked him in the place where it hurts the most. He was momentarily shocked but that’s all I needed to wiggle out of his arms and run. I was halfway down the driveway when Wolf-man came bounding after me. He springs up, his teeth bared, but I dive to the side. I threw a stick at him… It didn’t work. Miffed, Wolf-man roars and charges. I would have been killed if it wasn’t for another wolf crashing into Wolf-man, knocking him through the doorway.

“My house!”

That’s the least of your problems right now Y/N.

It was Namjoon’s voice-thought. Behind me, I hear six other howls. They had come for me… Taehyung had listened… They had listened…

A midnight blue wolf with scarlet eyes pushes against me with his snout. It’s best if you go to our house. It was Yoongi.

I nod. I could only guess what was going to happen to mine. A deep chestnut wolf with the same colored eyes lets me get on top of him. It’s ok. I will try and salvage some of your things. Jin.

But for now, let’s get you to safety.

#bangtan bookclub #the forgotten #bts #bts werewolf #bts werewolf au #bts supernatural #bts au #jin #jungkook #jhope #rap monster #jimin #suga #taehyung #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst

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onlylovekpop · 8 years ago

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Underworld | 13 | London

synopsis: bts versus got7 gang au warnings: language and violence word count: 5,869

[ Youngjae point of view ]

“Oh my god,” Jackson sighed, hanging up the phone and running a hand down his face.

Remy folded her arms and shook her head in shame, murmuring, “I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook rose violently from his chair, grabbing the nearest table and flipping it over on to its side. As he trudged toward the exit, Jin was one step behind him, making futile attempts at soothing his wrath.

Meanwhile, Taehyung hid his face against his palms, sobbing quietly before the array of computer screens. Bambam remained loyally at his side, but said nothing. He was familiar with the pain his fellow hacker felt and sometimes, silence was golden.

I approached Jackson timidly and asked, “How bad is Mina?”

Jackson met my eyes and I could tell he was mulling over how much to reveal. I notoriously didn’t handle emotions well, being the skittish type as Jaebum used to say, and Jackson never failed to sugar-coat things for me.

This time he didn’t bother.

“She’s out of her mind,” Jackson whispered, also clocking a weathered glance at Remy. “Namjoon said they had to sedate her.”

“Violent?” Remy asked, though her tone gave away that she already knew the answer.

Jackson sighed, “They were terrified she could hurt herself.”

I didn’t want to hear anymore. Mina and I had been friends long enough for me to have a grasp of how much Hoseok meant to her. Sure, I was an orphan too, but I didn’t have a blood sibling that had sacrificed his life for me. I couldn’t imagine how she must have been feeling, but assuming she wanted to damage herself wasn’t much of a stretch.

“They need to keep her on a close watch,” Remy murmured. “She could easily choose to end it all.”

“Hobi was her life,” Jackson whispered.

Taehyung sniffed before slamming his fist on the desk, rattling the computers. I jumped in surprise further when he began to cry, “We tried to warn them. We did everything we could. The signal was jammed. I tried so hard…”

Bambam timidly put his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and gave him a comforting squeeze.

Jin returned, a fist in Jungkook’s shirt as he led the driver back inside.

“That’s it, then,” Jungkook snapped, voice weighed down by moisture from his tears. “We have to go meet up with them.”

Jackson reminded, “We’re hitting a military camp tonight.”

“I don’t care,” Jungkook interjected, rubbing his cheek roughly with the back of his hand. “We never should have left them. This is our fault.”

Jin tugged Jungkook to sit back down and exhaled loudly. He didn’t refute what his brother had said, which – to me – meant Jin thought we shared the blame.

Remy turned to the spy and suggested, “We wait for them to reach Edinburgh, then we find an aircraft or boat to get us there.”

Jin met her eyes and solemnly shook his head. After a pause, he explained, “I can’t go back. Now more than ever. I have to stay on the outside.”

“Since you chose to stay at a distance, two of our brothers have died, Jin,” Jackson charged, lifting to his feet and brushing past him to get another cup of coffee.

Jin flinched and almost fell to his knees with another surge of remorse. He could never face Namjoon again. He had failed on so many levels.

“I like Remy’s idea,” I spoke up softly. “We let them settle in Edinburgh. We finish up some business here. Then, we go meet them.”

“I’m still not keen on Iceland,” Bambam reminded, tapping his fingers on the chair. “The idea of that place makes me squeamish.”

Remy shuffled and said, “I’ll volunteer to go to Iceland. I’ll agree to terms with them. And I’ll find a way to let you all know if they’re true to their word.”

Jackson opened his mouth to voice his dissension, but Remy silenced him.

“You would do that?” questioned Jin.

Remy nodded. “It was my idea to split you all up. And now we’ll never know if doing things differently could have saved Hoseok’s life.”

The city of Dieppe lay on the coast of France, offering a panoramic view of the water between the travelers and England. The wind howled through the streets and shuddered against the windows. Namjoon peered through the glass with arms folded, surveying the empty passages below. Suddenly, the bed creaked behind him and he turned to investigate.

Mina was unconscious atop the blankets, her skin flushed with heat and sweat glistened across her face. Yoongi had taken it upon himself to sit at her side. His fingertips traced her brow, brushing aside damp hairs.

“Don’t touch her,” Namjoon warned lowly, like a territorial predator.

Yoongi retracted his hand, cursing himself in his mind for appearing so submissive.

“I heard everything, Yoongi,” Namjoon told him, voice harsh and expression stern. “I overheard everything she said to Hoseok in that alley.”

Yoongi lowered his head, fighting oncoming tears, and murmured, “Namjoon, you don’t understand…”

Namjoon rounded on his friend and shouted, “What is there not to understand? What the fuck is wrong with you, Yoongi? You should be burying your face in the fucking sand in shame!”

Yoongi stood, unable to hold his emotions at bay anymore. He was torn at the seams, tears falling from his eyes, and a sob catching in his throat.

“Hoseok was my brother,” Yoongi cried, trembling. “And the last thing he said to me was to tell her.”

Namjoon paused, but no anger left him.

Yoongi swallowed and wailed, “But I don’t know what he wanted me to tell her! Do I apologize? Do I remind her how much he loved and worshipped her? What did he fucking want me to say?”

The leader was motionless and silent, pensive but not sympathetic.

Yoongi approached, pleading with his bloodshot eyes, and said, “I don’t know what to do. The last conversation Mina ever had with her brother was about me and how I fucking ruined her. How am I supposed to live with that?”

Namjoon reached out at the speed of light, grabbing Yoongi by the collar with both hands, and whispered in a furious growl, “Get a hold of yourself. You make this right, Yoongi. I swear to God. We made a promise to Hoseok. Make this right!”

Yoongi lost his balance as Namjoon released him forcefully. He wiped his cheeks almost violently of their tears before turning away and stomping out of the room.

Just outside the door stood Mark, leaning back against the wall with Mina’s trusty dog at his side. While Yoongi tried to continue on his way, Mark grabbed him by the arm and tore him back in his direction.

“What did you do?” he asked sharply.

Yoongi tried to hide how hard he had been crying, but failed miserably.

Mark crept closer, inching into Yoongi’s space, and hissed, “I said, what the fuck did you do to her?”

Shaking his head, Yoongi muttered, “You don’t know? I thought everyone knew by now.”

“You can’t even say it, can you?” Mark snapped, angling closer. Bear mirrored him, growling protectively.

Yoongi took tentative steps back, avoiding Mark’s aggression. Any other day, Yoongi would have gladly faced off with his nemesis, but not this time. This was well-deserved.

Mark didn’t hesitate to brace his hands on Yoongi’s chest and shove him into the wall at his back. The assassin took the hit and embraced the pain, as he had always done.

“If anything happens to her, if she gives up on herself or the rest of us,” Mark started, clenching his fists with rage. “I will tear you to pieces.”

Yoongi blinked. For the first time in his life, he took a threat seriously.

“Do we understand each other?” Mark asked.

Yoongi replied, “Perfectly.”

Namjoon lay in wait by the door, ready to break up a fight if one arose, but after the exchange, Mark allowed Yoongi to continue on his way. The leader sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

Deep down, he had always thought Mina would be the one to save Yoongi. Out of all his brothers, Yoongi was the most damaged, had seen the worst traumas. He liked to convince everyone he was incapable of human emotion anymore but his relationship with Mina healed something.

Namjoon rubbed his brow where an ache had festered since Hoseok died. Maybe he underestimated Yoongi. Maybe there was no cure for such a broken soul.

The reverie was broken when a soft moan permeated the air. Namjoon quickly turned and approached the bed, noticing tension on Mina’s crimson face.

He gingerly sat down, taking Mina’s hand in his own and rubbing her knuckles. Jimin jogged into the room, panting with the effort, and announced, “I got all the ones I could find.”

Namjoon flashed a simper of gratitude, looking to Jimin’s hands which were crammed full of ice packs. The leader was careful to place them on Mina’s chest and around her head. He was afraid she would overheat. He figured her body was burning through the sedative at an accelerated rate.

Jimin pressed his wrist to Mina’s brow, wincing at how the flesh scorched him. “Damn, she’s burning up,” the thief groaned. “Like a fever from hell.”

“Shh,” Namjoon chastised. “She’s waking up.”

Mina had stirred again, shifting ever so slightly in the bed. An icepack slid from her collar and on to the bed, but Namjoon was quick to resettle it.

“Alright, kid,” Namjoon crooned, squeezing her fingers. “Time to open your eyes.”

Mina hummed, her mind still hazy from the narcotics. She hated the feeling of sedatives, the way they clouded her senses and dulled her emotions. She felt like a shell of herself and the fact that her consciousness had been robbed from her in the heat of the moment made her mad as hell.

First, her lashes fluttered and a moment later, her vision settled on Namjoon. Darkness marred his pale face and swelling littered across his features from the moments he spent sobbing in hidden corners away from everyone else.

“Namjoon…” Mina breathed, blinking sleepily.

“I’m right here,” he replied swiftly.

Jimin hovered nearby and turned as Jinyoung stepped inside, quickly grinding to a halt when he noticed Mina’s open eyes. He exchanged glances with Jimin, discreetly folding his hands behind his back to hide what was gripped between his fingers.

Another round of the sedative. If it was needed.

Jinyoung and Yugyeom had located a hospital and pilfered it for goods, especially considering the wound in Jinyoung’s shoulder from the incident in Paris. Before that, Yugyeom found a sturdy boat that would make the journey across the water. It had been his project for the day to fill it with supplies. The coastal city had no shortage of those. It was abandoned, but in pristine condition.

“Is the boat ready?” asked Namjoon, glancing over his shoulder.

“Almost,” Jinyoung replied, visibly anxious.

Namjoon nodded, fixating on Mina.

“Boat?” she rasped.

Namjoon explained, “We’re on the coast. A ship will take us to England. It will be one step closer to Edinburgh. That’s what you wanted.”

Mina swallowed the lump in her throat angrily.

“Right?” Namjoon pressed.

She turned her head away, tears already rolling through her lashes. Her lips parted, a soft whimper escaping her mouth as Mina resisted the urge to cry above all else.

Namjoon felt her fingers squeeze his hand and he called out sympathetically, “Mina…”

Mina turned back to the leader and cried, “Please. Make it stop. I can’t take it.”

“You have to,” Namjoon asserted firmly. “You made a promise. We all did.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Mina sobbed, bringing her free hand to her face, covering her eyes.

Namjoon inched closer and continued, “Of course, it does. The promises we made to Hoseok are still…”

Mina yelled, “Don’t say his fucking name!”

Jinyoung paced forward, the syringe light and delicate against his fingers.

Mina’s gaze flashed in his direction and she hissed, “Are you gonna dose me again? Am I too much to handle, Namjoon?”

His features were hard as he replied, “You left me no choice. You were out of control.”

“The only person who could vaguely control me is ashes in the ground now,” Mina growled, slowly rising on the bed.

Namjoon was not to be intimidated. He could see the darkness crowding into her veins and bristled at the challenge. Leaning closer to her face, Namjoon whispered roughly, “I made a promise to him. I will make sure you live. Not just survive; live, Mina.”

“It’s not fair,” she started, rasping.

Namjoon continued, “Life never agreed to be fair, but I’m a man of my word. I always keep my promises and you’re not going to get in my way. Is that clear?”

Mina held his gaze, but said nothing.

“Are you going to fight me every step of the way, Mina?” Namjoon asked tenderly.

She paused, but eventually shook her head.

Namjoon stood, approaching Jinyoung and discussing the plans to reach England. Mina watched the conversation until she finally blurted, “I’m not going.”

The leader didn’t miss a beat and didn’t bother glancing over his shoulder at her as he said, “Yes, you are.”

Mina rose from the bed, legs weak, and snarled, “Are you going to tie me up and drag me there?”

Namjoon angled to her and warned, “Don’t think I won’t.”

Mina shivered with fury and clocked the door a few feet away. With one final glare of dissension at Namjoon, she bolted.

But she didn’t get far.

Namjoon had always been able to read people like the very novels he poured over and Mina was an open book to begin with. Her body language was all too obvious.

As Mina breezed alongside him, Namjoon got a hold of one of her arms. A second later, Jimin grabbed the other.

Mina thrashed between the two, tearing at their grips and emitting animalistic growls in an attempt to dissuade them.

“Let me go,” she screamed. “You can’t make me do this!”

Namjoon grappled with Mina as she kicked at the floor, trying to garner enough leverage to knock them loose. “Mina, calm down,” he chided loudly.

In the hallway, Mark and a distant Yoongi heard the commotion and simultaneously headed toward it.

Mina wouldn’t settle and she fought hard. The same fear of hurting herself crept back on Namjoon and he called for Jinyoung.

Jimin wrestled Mina to the floor, pinning her to her stomach and bracing his weight as carefully as he could on her. Namjoon pressed her wrist to the ground while Mark and Yoongi bumped each other in their haste to see what was happening.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Mina wailed at the top of her lungs, an edge clinging to her voice as the virus flared in her system.

The floorboards creaked as she struggled.

“Mina, it’s gonna be okay,” Namjoon comforted, fighting his tears as he held her down.

Yoongi grimaced and abandoned the room in favor of the hallway, where he wouldn’t have to witness Mina’s pain anymore.

Mina sobbed and whimpered, “I can’t leave Hobi.”

The confession took everyone by surprise and for a second or two, time seemed to halt. Until reality set back in and Jinyoung plunged the needle in Mina’s thigh.

She went rigid and groaned, lifting her head as her eyes rolled back. Namjoon quickly brought his hand beneath her jaw, catching her as she would have dropped face-first to the floor in unconsciousness.

Jin vanished into the nearest dark corner and echoed, “A boat, huh?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon replied, sitting atop the deck and gazing at the grey clouds above. “Unless there’s some bridge I don’t know about.”

“Nah,” Jin teased. After a pause, he asked, “How is she?”

“Sedated. You have no idea how damn strong she is.”

Jin rubbed the back of his neck and leaned against the wall. “Namjoon, I-I need you to know how… how sorry I am.”

“Save it,” Namjoon snapped. “How goes monster hunting?”

“Bagged seven of the bastards last night and found some good news. The militia has migrated east. They’re settled in a nook near the Russian border. Cold enough the zombies won’t hover nearby.”

Namjoon breathed in relief. “Alright, militia clans are out of the picture. How about the military?”

“They’re relentless,” Jin huffed with distaste. “Every memo and order we found points to finding Mina or Remy by any means necessary.”

Namjoon grit his teeth with anger. “They don’t know when to quit. Maybe Iceland is our only option of safety.”

“Yeah, about that,” Jin started, hesitating to share all he knew.

Namjoon tapped his foot on the rail and prompted, “Yes?”

“Remy is in contact with Iceland. She agreed to test the waters.”

Brow furrowed, Namjoon switched the phone to his other ear before asking, “Why?”

“To see how honest our little island friends are.”

“Did you guilt trip her?” questioned the leader with a chortle.

Jin rolled his eyes. “No, she thought of it herself.”

Namjoon believed him, since Jin tended to always fess up to his bullshit. “Alright, then. If she’s willing to go, I wish her the best.”

Jin swallowed before murmuring timidly, “There’s more.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I won’t be meeting up with you when the time comes.”

Namjoon bowed his head and chuckled slightly. “Why am I not surprised, Seokjin? You’re set on living a solitary existence, aren’t you?”

“Distance cures pain,” Jin murmured timidly.

“You think it’s better to be alone than to love and get hurt. You always have.”

Jin was quick to snap, “I loved you, didn’t I?”

Namjoon tapped his fingers on his thigh and stared at the floor as he whispered, “Maybe. We’ll never know.”

Jin bit his lip and hurriedly said, “Good luck, Namjoon.” Then, he hung up.

Namjoon listened to the dial tone for a moment before irritably tossing the phone on to the nearby table. Sea spray lingered droplets across his hair and skin, but the smell of the open ocean was one for the ages. Namjoon tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and breathed it all in.

Labored steps echoed on the deck. Jimin wobbled from side-to-side, struggling to acclimate with the waters that never failed to jostle him the moment he found his balance.

“She’s waking up again,” said Jimin nervously.

Namjoon ignored him, lacing his fingers behind his head as he lounged on the chair. He always loved boats and the sea. It was a passion he had shared with Seokjin.

Jimin plopped down next to his friend and propped his elbows on his thighs. “What do we do, boss?”

Namjoon sighed, “One day at a time.”

“But, Mina,” Jimin trailed, glaring at a squawking seagull. “She’s lost her will to live.”

With a shrug, the leader whispered, “She will have to find something else to live for.”

Remy stood at the stern of Jin’s boat, arms overlapped on the rails as she watched the sunset. She smiled faintly at the approach of someone else intruding on her silence.

Jackson moved to her side, leaning against the guard and facing her squarely. With a long exhale, he finally spoke, “I’m conflicted.”

“Aren’t we all,” Remy murmured, keeping her eyes on the horizon.

Jackson caught himself noting her long, thick lashes which only served to contrast the vibrant green of her eyes. Considering himself a big appreciator of women, Jackson was surprised at how much he was drawn to Remy since they began this crusade together. There was tension between them, to be sure, but Jackson was too scared to act on it.

Remy lived like a leaf in the wind; there one moment and gone without a trace the next.

“Let me bear my soul to you for a second,” Remy suddenly said, straightening her back and ultimately offering Jackson her attention.

Jackson shuffled, listening intently.

Remy told him, “I became so used to being alone. When I found out about Mina, I hunted for her day and night. It wasn’t too hard. Just had to follow the soldiers and stay out of their way.”

The assassin blinked in surprise as the girl before him bowed her head, hiding her face as tears gathered in her eyes.

“But when I found her, it wasn’t long after that your friend was killed,” Remy continued, voice shaking with emotion. “And I was reliving my own nightmare all over again.”

Jackson shuddered, reminded of the sight of Jaebum sprawled across the stone entryway, surrounded by blood.

Remy sniffed, rubbing at her cheeks. “Once upon a time, I had brothers too,” she whispered morosely. “And a little sister too. My brothers died one by one protecting me. And my sister…”

Jackson stepped closer and rubbed her arm comfortingly. “You don’t have to tell me,” he started.

“They thought that since we were related, she would be immune too,” Remy whimpered. “They took my blood and injected her with it. She screamed and screamed through the last minutes of her life. My blood destroyed her.”

Wincing, Jackson closed his eyes, shaking his head at the senseless loss of life. He desperately didn’t want to know how old the girl had been.

Remy groaned, dabbing at her tears and shaking herself off. “The same thing is happening to Mina now. I’ll never forget how badly I wanted to die in the days that followed losing my family. But I feel like it’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault,” Jackson interjected.

“I got one good glance at this band of brothers, moving heaven and earth for Mina. I was reminded of my own and my heart hurt. It was my idea to split up, but I had no idea this would happen.”

“Hey,” Jackson urged, reaching for Remy’s other arm to pull her into his grasp. “Come here.”

Remy folded into his embrace, resting her head against his chest as the last of her tears rolled down her cheeks. Jackson felt strong around her and for a moment, she was at peace with the world, thinking for a few seconds how safe and sound she could be.

Jackson pulled back, yanking down his sleeves to cover his wrists and dabbing the material on her face to soak up the moisture. “There, there,” he crooned, offering a smile. “You’re okay, little redheaded mutant.”

Remy snorted with laughter, pushing his chest playfully at the remark.

Jackson grinned at her reaction and the sight made something flutter inside Remy. With the way she met his eyes, they both stopped, smiles vanishing as the mood shifted. On impulse, Jackson tapped into whatever electricity he felt between them and leaned forward. Remy lifted to her tiptoes at the last second to let his lips collide with hers.

Innocent, tender kisses evolved into a passionate battle for dominance. Jackson seemed to win as he twirled his tongue in Remy’s mouth.

“Are the two of you done sucking face?” teased Jin as he ascended the deck.

Jackson and Remy broke away unceremoniously, blushing at being caught.

“Wow, I didn’t think either of you were capable of embarrassment,” Jin further taunted, fighting a smile.

Jackson retorted bitterly, “We were having a moment!”

Remy chuckled, grabbing Jackson’s coat and tugging him back into her embrace.

“Remy, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Positive,” Remy answered firmly, winding her fingers in Jackson’s hair while his hands settled on her lower back.

Jin offered a grateful smile and said, “Well, Bambam has the signal ready when you’re ready to talk to Iceland.”

“I’m going with you,” Jackson spoke up.

Remy cocked an eyebrow at him. “Are you?”

“I’ve spent my life as a bodyguard,” Jackson told her. “I don’t know how to do anything else.”

Remy smirked and flirted, “I seriously doubt that.”

It took Jackson a moment to realize what she meant and he quickly flushed.

On another boat, there was chaos below deck. Mina was awake and currently sporting the temperament of a snake having missed a meal. Namjoon distinctly ordered not to dose her with sedatives again, since clearly there was no place for her to escape to in the middle of the sea.

“Mina, you have to eat something,” said Jinyoung gently, offering a meager plate of roasted chicken Yugyeom had found while gathering supplies.

“No,” Mina snapped, backing into the corner of the room and wrapping her arms around her legs.

“Mina,” Mark started, approaching gently.

Mina shook her head and shouted, “Get away from me!”

Namjoon stomped inside, having been at the helm with Yugyeom surveying the waters contentedly until he heard the commotion.

“She refuses to eat,” Mark informed him. “She hasn’t eaten since…”

“I know,” Namjoon interrupted, stomping in Mina’s direction forcefully.

Mina was curled into a ball, wedged in the corner, resembling a wild animal caught in a trap. Bear followed her physical cues and angled himself in front of her, snarling at the others protectively.

Namjoon crouched down across from her and said, “Mina, eat something, please.”

Mina shook her head rapidly. If they only knew how badly she wanted to feast on the corpse of the man who killed her brother. The thought was appealing. Mina remembered how she felt when Jaebum died; how she drained blood from those soldiers and felt insurmountably powerful in the hours that followed. She longed for that feeling back.

“Mina, you have to fucking eat,” Namjoon harshened. “I will literally hold you down and shove food down your throat.”

Mina’s eyes flickered and she hissed, “I saw my dead brother. Do you really think you scare me?”

“I’m not trying to scare you. I’m trying to keep you alive.”

At the stern but compassionate tone of his voice, Mina snapped and yelled, “You’re not my brother!”

Bear barked a warning reflexively.

Namjoon paused and quietly replied, “Not by blood. No. But do you have any memories that don’t involve me? I’ve been there for you since you were a helpless little child. When Hoseok had to run a job, who did he call to watch over you? When that boy harassed you at school, who did you tell? And who got him moved? Who did you call in the middle of the night when you screwed up and didn’t want Hoseok to know?”

Shaking as sobs gathered, Mina cried, “Namjoon…”

Brushing the massive dog out of the way, Namjoon inched closer, reaching out and cradling her face in his hands. When their eyes met, he whispered, “Mina, I love you like hell. But don’t think I won’t become your worst fucking nightmare if you don’t let me save you.”

There was silence as the power struggle reached its end. Mina was fixated on Namjoon��s face, mind racing with what she needed to do to survive the pain she felt. Something quelled in her at his words and with a nod, she agreed to eat.

Nearly an hour later, Mina emerged for the first time from below deck. The waters were rocky, blown about by the wintry wind, and the birds had long flocked elsewhere to wait out the storm. Mina squinted, chilled to the bone, and felt her hyper senses dwindling away.

In the cold, she felt human again.

Arms folded and jacket wound tightly around her, Mina ascended to the upper deck, finding Namjoon sound asleep in a chair with his ankles still crossed atop the small table. She froze in place, staring at him with anger and annoyance, but as the seconds ticked by, she softened.

Namjoon was trying to fill the void Hoseok had left behind.

Tears burned at Mina’s eyes, thinking of Hoseok and how her memories of him already began to blur. The freshest in her mind was of his lifeless form on the ground and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t block the sight from her thoughts.

“Namjoon,” Mina barked.

The leader jolted, nearly overturning the table with his force, and quickly settled himself, groaning at the rude awakening.

“What?” he huffed in annoyance.

Mina shivered and her face tensed as the tears fell again. She crept forward, falling to her knees and wrapping her arms around his waist, proceeding to sob against his chest. Namjoon didn’t hesitate to squeeze her in his grasp, resting his cheek on the top of her head. He patted and stroked her back, whispering gentle nothings to try and calm her down.

A few minutes later, Mina sat across from Namjoon at the table, holding a glass as he poured ginger ale for them both. Mina took a sip and licked her lips with distaste, wondering how Namjoon could be enjoying the drink this much.

“Jimin’s had three of these already,” Namjoon joked, wiggling the bottle. “He’s puked twice from the seasickness.”

“I thought I heard retching,” Mina remarked, feeling sympathetic for the thief.

Namjoon studied her, letting a moment pass before asking, “So, are you with me?”

Mina turned to him.

“Will you let me keep my promise?” he pressed.

Mina waited, thinking what it would be like to live in a world without her Hobi. Her chest throbbed, vacant now for all she knew.

“Part of me died when he died,” Mina whispered a moment later. “But I can’t let everything he did for me be in vain.”

Namjoon blinked in surprise.

“I need to find a way to make him proud,” Mina cried softly, quickly passing the back of her hand over her cheek to stifle more tears. “I can’t let this have been for nothing.”

“Live every day in honor of him,” Namjoon suggested. “That’s what I’m gonna do. Him and Jaebum. They didn’t die for nothing.”

Mina nodded, sniffling through moisture and angling back to the horizon.

To the pair’s surprise, Yoongi emerged from the lower deck, eyes on the floor as he approached the table. Namjoon rose, holding his drink, and set his jaw with irritation.

“I need to talk to you, Mina,” said Yoongi shakily.

Mina took in the setting sun and replied, “I have nothing to say to you.”

“I’m sure, but I have plenty to say,” Yoongi pressed, earning a glare of reproach from his leader.

Mina drummed her nails on the table and afforded him no glances.

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi sighed, hanging his head. “I’m so sorry, Mina. Can you believe that? Are we so far gone that you won’t even believe me when I say I’m sorry?”

“Yes,” Mina answered without missing a beat.

“About that night,” Yoongi started, unsure how to proceed. “I screwed up. I never should have said what I said. I was trying to push you away, but I can’t believe I hurt you the way I did.”

Mina turned slowly, eyes narrowed, and echoed, “I don’t care. I’ll survive.”

Yoongi flinched.

“Sound familiar?” she sneered.

“You’re never gonna forgive me,” Yoongi breathed, knowing it was his just reward for what he had done.

Mina growled, “I forgave you over and over again. My brother is gone. The part of me that was capable of compassion or forgiveness is dead.”

Yoongi nodded. “You’re right. What was I thinking? I did this. I got what I wanted. Why am I begging you for some kind of absolution when I got what I wanted?”

“Yoongi,” Namjoon warned sternly.

Mina scoffed. “Yeah, this is what you wanted. Why are you groveling like a bitch?”

“I made promises to Hoseok too,” Yoongi spoke up, finding his walls again.

“Don’t say his name,” Mina threatened under her breath, which was far more terrifying than if she had screamed it at the top of her lungs, in Yoongi’s opinion.

Yoongi was miserable. He was in agony. Hoseok had died while resenting him for hurting Mina. That was a wound he could never heal and the realization finally consumed him like unquenchable wildfire.

“Like a bitch, huh?” Yoongi retorted, folding his arms.

Mina noted the change in his tone and muttered, “You’re such an asshole.”

Yoongi snorted. “That’s not what you said when I was between your legs.”

Mina leapt from the table, murder in her eyes, and Namjoon jarred himself into her path, grabbing her by the arms.

“Don’t antagonize her, Yoongi,” he shouted.

Yoongi growled, “I’m still the hyung.”

Namjoon rounded on Yoongi slowly, looking beyond enraged, and hissed, “And I’m still the leader. Get the hell out.”

Mina glared over Namjoon’s shoulder as Yoongi paced backwards.

“Sit,” Namjoon murmured calmly.

Mina met his eyes before slowly lowering back into her seat, tears threatening but held back.

Yoongi stood at the other end of the deck, lips parted as he breathed harshly. “Let’s finally end this then, huh?” he shouted.

Mina scowled. Namjoon was downright furious.

“This constant cycle of hating and loving between us, Mina,” Yoongi yelled, his voice breaking as tears flooded his eyes. The walls he built and repaired countless times couldn’t contain him anymore. This was finally the end and what little dignity he had was about to be vehemently robbed from him.

Mina stood, waving away Namjoon as she slowly approached Yoongi. Her features were dark, clouded. Within arm’s reach of him, she whispered, “The only one who has loved and hated is me. I spent so much of my life loving you, Yoongi. Now, I hate you with every fiber of my being.”

Yoongi reached out for her hand, about to beg for mercy.

Mina jerked out of his reach and snapped, “Don’t touch me. You’re so goddamned evil.”

“Mina, let me apologize. Let me do something!” Yoongi begged, nearly ready to fall to his knees.

“Let me go,” Mina spoke calmly. “Can you do that? The one thing you’ve always promised to do for me, but could never actually do?”

Silence; unforgiving and icy like the water beneath them.

For the first time, Yoongi could see it in her eyes. She was done. He was beyond forgiveness and mercy. The Mina he had loved was no more. He had broken her heart and losing Hoseok had violently ripped out what was left.

“Okay.”

Mina wavered from the tumultuous waves of the boat and pressed, “What?”

“Okay,” Yoongi choked, tears freely falling down his cheeks.

Mina swallowed the lump in her throat. This was what she had always wanted; for Yoongi to admit how he felt, to show some emotion instead of leaving her to think he never gave a damn.

But it was too late.

Mina took his words and nodded, turning around and returning to her seat at the table. She squeezed her hands tightly, imagining Hobi sitting at the table with her, offering her one of his life-altering smiles.

Suddenly, Yugyeom yelled from his place at the helm, shouting incoherently. Namjoon raced to his side, barking for an explanation.

“Look!” shouted Yugyeom, pointing straight ahead.

A trio of boats was approaching with two helicopters spiraling above them.

“Shit,” Namjoon huffed, turning to see Mina gripping the rails of the upper deck.

And judging by the look of defeat on her face, Namjoon knew she shared the same thought he did.

Unlike the rest of their journey, it seemed humans had survived in the United Kingdom.

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Married to Taehyung ~ BTS Headcanon

Your Wedding

Your wedding was everything the two of you had dreamed of, it was the perfect mix of your personalities

Most of the planning was left to you, making sure every fine detail was perfect, with Tae pitching in every now and then

Your wedding was in a church, traditional, with a few decorations to make it feel a bit more relaxed

Throughout the whole day Taehyung was sobbing, from the moment he saw your dress for the first time tears fell

“You look so beautiful, better than I could have ever imagined

Every member of both your families were there, the first time you’d seen some in a while

Taehyung was overwhelmed by the whole occasion, it felt like he was living a dream

His speech was beautiful, you could tell he was nervous, but he wanted to make you proud with it

Jungkook took most of your photos just because he loved having his camera in his hands snapping candids

The boys were the perfect best men, supporting Taehyung through it all like they usually did

“It’s like that time you sobbed at the awards show, only this time, you’re getting married.”

If he was nervous for your speech, he was even more nervous for the first dance, making sure to show you and your dress off to the guests

Neither of you wanted it to come to an end, it was the most special day with all those that mean the most to you

No day in your lifetime would ever compare to your wedding day

The two of you were ready to take the next step in your hectic lives together

Being Married To Each Other

It took a few days for you both to stop crying at how incredible your wedding was and realise you were actually married

You were forever staring at your ring, admiring what a good choice Taehyung had made

The two of you went back over your guestbook each night before you went to bed reading through everyone’s messages

“I feel like if I keep doing this I’m reliving the day all over again which is exactly what I want to do.”

“Me too. We could just keep getting married everyday for the rest of our lives?”

It was nice for you to not have to worry anymore and fret that something would go wrong

Taehyung kept a week away from the studio, spending time with his new wife and embracing married life

Jungkook very quickly sent you lots of photos that the two of you could look back over

The night of your wedding you spent back at home, there was nowhere else either of you wanted to be

Taehyung spent an extra couple of weeks at the gym so he could carry you over the threshold into your bedroom

“It’s a bit anticlimactic coming back to the same bed we usually sleep in, don’t you think?”

“It’s not just out bed anymore, it’s our marital bed.”

One of the things you looked forward to most was changing all your documents so they came to Mrs Kim, that made it feel very real

You had to wait a few weeks for your honeymoon as Taehyung had a very busy schedule to keep to

Despite being married, the two of you still did the same things you did when dating, seeing friends, going for coffee, long walks

Your dress and suit were hung up pride of place in your wardrobe

Taehyung loved to introduce you as his wife, even if you were out clothes shopping, he loved to tell people

It was only a matter of time before the two of you got married, you were his first and only love in life

Jungkook was so kind to put a video together of the day, having secretly recorded the first dance and speeches

Taehyung was a wreck throughout the whole thing as you watched it back together

“Look at how you’re smiling there, don’t you look cute?”

“Tae, everyone looks cute, our whole day was bloody cute.”

You found that marriage changed a lot of what went on at home, Taehyung began to take on more chores at home

Very quickly the topic of children was brought up, mainly from his siblings who were desperate for a niece or nephew to play with

You were always his number one priority, but he still began to make a bit more time for you

As a reminder of your wedding Taehyung painted a photo of the two of you which hung in your bedroom

You had a whole room dedicated to wedding gifts, whether they be from guests or just the fans

Lots of fans sent you cards and messages beforehand, and continued to compliment your dress after the wedding

If anything, Taehyung fell more in love with you as he became a dutiful husband

Married life was the best life, he loved the feeling of being married and being a grown up

It brought your families closer too, as you were both incredibly family orientated

The butterflies would still be there, Taehyung continued to make your relationship fun to keep that spark there

He liked you to be around the studio a bit more so he could spend more time with you and not worry about you being at home alone

It felt like you were living a dream for the first few months of marriage

Everything began to feel like it was being completed, all your dreams coming true

Your Honeymoon

Your honeymoon was lowkey, you spent most of it travelling around a few different places you’d always wanted to explore

Mostly you travelled around Asia and Oceania, exploring the places you never normally got to when he was on tour

The most important thing for you both was relaxing and getting away from all the stresses of the band and living in the city

You’d spend your days sunbathing and reading, whilst Taehyung loved to draw pictures of his surroundings and of you

The two of you would walk for hours, talking about anything that came to mind, you were the only person in the world Taehyung was truly open with

Lots of photos were taken to capture all your memories and put them with your wedding photos

It was the longest time you’d got to spend with him for years without interruptions, so you were determined to make the most of it

You both reflected on your favourite moments from your wedding too

“Drunk Yoongi trying to dance will always be my favourite Yoongi.”

“Or, how about Hobi when he knocked those glasses over whilst hip thrusting?”

The boys missed you both immensely, two very important people were out of their lives for a while

You continued to update your socials, whilst Tae would post on Twitter every so often

A few fans spotted you, but they were very respectful, congratulating you both

It was a once in a lifetime visiting some of the places so you made sure to embrace the culture

Taehyung bought a lot of clothes from different places whilst you bought jewellery and pieces for the house

The only downside was that it went too quickly before you were on the flight home

All the boys were there to greet you at the airport and have you home as soon as possible

“Let’s just get back to the studio, we can’t wait to hear all about it.”

Marital Issues

The two of you had your fair share of arguments, being adults there was definitely more things to argue over

It was usually the tiniest things that would set you off, like someone not putting their shoes away or washing up after themselves

Usually you’d talk things through together, but sometimes the pressures just caused you to explode

Taehyung could be argumentative if he wanted to be, but any argument with you always upset him greatly

He would always apologise and sit down with you that night to just chat about things

Your house was filled with reminders of your wedding, reminding you both that you were with each other because you always loved each other regardless

Usually he would get stressed when work got busy so you’d be there to help relax him and support him

Arguments were very rare, you preferred to have disagreements, there were never many raised voices

You found you argued less when you got married as you had more of a purpose to remain calm for

The two of you were the best of friends, everyone argues at some point

“Can we just forget about the whole thing? We both just got a little bit annoyed over what was nothing really.”

“I agree, I think we should of just talked to each other openly rather than feel we need to rant.”

You never slept on an argument, it was too awkward and tense for you both

The two of you were still learning about each other, even if you were married

Looking To The Future

Kids were a must with Taehyung, he loved playing with his cousins, but now he wanted a family of his own

The thought of starting your own family was much less daunting now you were married

He’d achieved most of what he wanted with BTS, so now was the perfect time to set some new goals

“I always picture us at random moments with a baby, I think it’s meant to be.”

Buying your first house away from the boys was also a big step for you both as you only had each other for company

Above all else Taehyung wanted to be the perfect husband, he never wanted to let you down

You were his first love and he wanted to keep you happy and treat you right like you deserved

Knowing that you were his forever brought great comfort, but that didn’t stop him always putting the effort in

The next step seemed right to start a family together

The Boys Take On Your Marriage

The boys all adored you, they knew Taehyung had wanted to find a girl for so long, and when you came along, it was perfect

Jungkook loved to take pictures of you both and surprise you with them on special occasions

Jin loved to tell you embarrassing stories about Taehyung to make him blush in front of you

“Did he seriously never tell you about the time he fell over trying to kick a rugby ball?”

Namjoon still led you both and was always on hand to support you when you needed it

One of your highlights was the song Jimin sung at your wedding that Taehyung had written and produced himself

Hobi taught you a few moves for your first dance so you weren’t a complete novice embarrassing yourself

“Everyone will be watching you, and the two of you will look absolutely gorgeous together, I promise.”

Yoongi would always be there just to cheer you both up if there was ever a bit of tension and remind you both to stay on the seesaw of love

From start to finish they supported you from day one through everything together

They couldn’t have found a more perfect girl themselves to make Taehyung happy

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