#hoseok x reader onshot

[bangtanfanfiction]

support system → jhs (M)

Based on Hobi’s appearance at the 2022 MAMA awards bcs I’m missing him. 

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♢ Pairing: Idol!Hoseok x Idol female!Reader

♢ Word count: 4.6k

♢ Genre: Idol AU, fluff, smut, comfort, established relationship     - Warnings: swearing, male oral sex, sub/dom tones, dirty talk 

⌲ Description: You’re the support system Hoseok needs in times of uncertainty without his members. And you make sure he knows it. 

not proof read. 

Hoseok felt out of place. 

He was alone where he would usually be surrounded by his six members, each with their own ways of comforting him and making it more bearable, and it was an awkward and anxious feeling alone. The only helpful part was that he wasn’t the only solo artist attending and had someone familiar to speak to.  

But other than being the 5%, the rest were all the hottest and youngest groups to grace the current K-pop industry. And where he knew most of them by name out of courtesy, it didn’t go any further than that. 

As his stomach continued to flutter, there was a moment he thought he would need to get off the stage and just take a moment to himself until he saw his saving grace. You. 

You were walking up the steps to the seating area, your tight sitting and sparkling dress with the exposed leg drawing all the attention as you were oblivious to it, concentrating on talking to a staff member explaining the seating plan as you nodded along. 

His eyes dragged down your body slowly and appreciatively, grateful for the glasses hiding his suddenly impure thoughts. 

There was no doubt you were beautiful. You always were to him. But it was the oozing confidence that you owned in your own skin. Hoseok met female idols on a daily, it came with the job, and as beautiful as all of them were with how the standards were set, you were a shining diamond among them all. 

You had always been outspoken and fearless against the restrictions of a patriarchal and man-dominated culture such as South Korea. You refused to bow down to the sneers of the general public when it came to your state of dress, body image, and the color of your natural skin without being assisted by whitening products. 

His butterflies calmed down as he straightened out his blazer and stood up, making his way surely towards you, ignoring the piercing stares of curiosity from his fellow idols, as they tried to act nonchalantly. 

It was adorable, Hoseok thought. Many of them were nearly ten years his junior either in age or as new rookies, and were rigidly reminded about the strict rules about idols of the different sex interacting. And here he was showcasing the absolute opposite with no shits to give to the higher-ups.

As if they could touch him anyway. 

Your fleeting, yet bright smile met his eyes in acknowledgment as he stopped beside you, hand finding its natural place low on your back as you turned your attention back to the conversation and he waited patiently. 

“Hey,” you finally turned to him, eyes crinkling in the corners as your attention was solely on him. 

“Hey,” Hoseok tried his best to not shut the rest of the world out as he looked down. “You look breathtaking.”

The way your nose scrunched up was the only indication you gave away of your shyness at the compliment. 

Wordlessly he led you towards the couch, as you greeted the rest of the artists already seated with polite bows along the way. With Hoseok seated on the end, you settled down beside him, thighs pressing against each other as you crossed your legs. 

His arm settled on the back of the hardened seat, close enough for his hand to brush against your bare skin on purpose. A habit he did often to simply touch you without crossing the line in public. 

You leaned into his side without fear nor shame, with your relationship public for quite a while now despite appearances together being rare, Hoseok had never been shy to showcase his love for you on Instagram with cute daily stories of your dates and dedicated posts of candid photos. 

“Babe.”

“Hm?” Hoseok’s hum was distracted as your smirk widened, eyes never straying away from watching the staff prepare last-minute details before the show started. 

“Stop staring at my boobs, there are minors here,” your words were only heard by the two of you. 

The way he huffed out a small laugh confirmed your suspicions. He couldn’t help the fact that your dress gave your bosom a generous cleavage which he had full advantage of admiring from his taller perspective with you leaning against him. 

“Minors who are old enough to understand the sight of a man admiring his significant other,” he shrugged shamelessly. “It’s not like I’m doing anything illegal.”

With those words, he took your hand in his own and lifted it to press a quick kiss against the back of it as proof. As much as you wanted to, there was no way you were able to ignore the gasps and shrieks of the audience that was watching the artist section with rapid attention. All you could do was pretend not to notice as you gave him a mock glare and light reprimanded slap against his chest. 

“You own no fear, Jung Hoseok,” you shook your head. 

“Says Miss Fuck-The-Patriarchy.”

The proud tug of your lips was poorly hidden as both of you shared a small laugh at the memories of one of your most well-known quotes from a live stream. 

“Hmm. They had it coming,” was your nonchalant answer. “When’s your performance scheduled for again?” 

“Near the end.”

“Biggest for last, huh.”

His nudge against your side made you both chuckle to yourselves. It was always your favorite pastime to tease him and the other members of their superstar status. You had done it when they first debuted in America when it still seemed like a farfetched joke. Now it had become a reality.

You had never expected anything to come out of your long-time friendship with each other. But then one day it just did. Neither of you had planned or initiated feelings first. It just naturally blossomed into something more and was readily accepted during your usual night walks together to escape the crazy life of entertainment. 

Both of you couldn’t be happier if you asked.

Fame and public scrutiny were already tiring to begin with. But with each other, there was understanding for things normal people might not have understood. So there was a comfort in being in the same industry together and not getting mad about the crazy work hours each had to endure.

“It feels weird,” Hoseok’s low mutter admitted to you as he glanced around.

“It does.” You easily agreed, a comforting hand placed on his thigh. “It’s a new era.”

“Who would have thought?” He chuckled, but you heard the sad bitterness in it. “It seemed like forever away not long ago.”

You knew his feelings didn’t come from jealousy or malicious intent. With Jin’s upcoming enlistment only days away and each of the members preparing for their own in different ways, Hoseok had felt like it was a certain goodbye. To you and his family and friends. 

You silently supported him through it. Because despite it all, this was a journey you couldn’t help him with, only being by his side whenever he needed you to. 

This is also why you made sure to attend all the same events together for extra measure. 

“At least we bring the fun,” Your lips tug up into a slight smirk.

“You mean the scandal?” He returned the look with a tilt of his brow.

“How can it be a scandal if everyone already knows, my love?” You stated, hand coming up to scrape a nail teasingly down his jaw before patting his chest as you felt him give a shiver.

“It might turn into one if you don’t stop teasing me,” He mutters as you giggle.

“Lighten up, okay?” You finally said, this time a genuine softness to your words to put him at ease. It worked, his tense shoulders easing a bit against you.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to bring down the mood today. I guess it’s just weird without the others here.”

“I get it,” Smiling you treaded your fingers through his, resting it on his lap. “They’re your family.”

“So are you.”

Although your heart swelled at his declaration, you only squeezed his hand in gratitude. “But I haven’t been with you since the beginning. That’s a deep bond you can never change.”

Hoseok sighed, nodding. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

With that, his need for intimacy and comforting touches clearly rose as the arm resting behind your shoulders tightened, pulling you even closer to him if possible. A little more and you would end up on his lap. Not that you doubted he would care. 

All the boys had come to a point in their career where they longer gave a fuck about what the public had to say about them. Fans and company included. Some of them were still strict on the privacy of their love lives, but Hoseok had caved in quite early on - his excuse being the need to show you off for everyone without shame. 

How could one say no after that?

It wasn’t until after his performance that you noticed his tension returned gradually, and you were well aware of why. The biggest awards were swept clean by BTS, with two of them being for just Hoseok himself. 

Award after award, you watched with a grin as he thanked the audience, fans, company and fellow artists for all the support. You both thought the last of it with the Artist of Year award usually closing up the show, but then were surprised yet again with a new award made just for your favorite seven boys. 

Your keen eyes noticed quickly during the last Daesang introduction that your boyfriend was getting emotional, or at least feeling the immense pressure of their status as BTS. 

That was why the moment BTS was called up as expected, you watched proudly as Hoseok took a second in his seat to take it all in before standing up. 

His eyes flickered to yours and before he chickened out from all the attention, he pulled you into an intimate hug in front of everyone, hands low on your waist as your own wrapped themselves around his neck for a short, loving moment. At the last moment, he leaned in to place a peck on the corner of your mouth before stepping away towards the main stage. 

Several eyes had widened, some squeals as well as hollers of encouragement from the younger artists. 

You continued to act as if nothing happened, trying to at least. But the flush that was spreading across your face was hardly hidden from anyone who paid attention. 

You thought that was the end of any attention on you. 

“I want to thank one more person.” 

You felt the stares burning into your skin, cameras turning as the blush came anew. 

“Where BTS and ARMY have been my mountain of support, this person has been my anchor. The one to keep me afloat whenever I felt like drowning. The one to love and support me through all my anger, stress, and sadness. But also the one to always keep me on my toes.” He added the last one with a teasing tilt as light laughter rang out. 

Your eyes were watering. Doing your damn best to keep the waterfall back as your listened to his heartfelt devotion to you. 

“Y/N, some might call us young and stupid no matter how old we are. But I know for certain you are the one for me, you have been since day 1. I love you so much, I don’t even have the right words to tell you right now. Thank you.”

Your face showed up on camera just as you blew a kiss with your hands in his direction, cheeks slightly blotchy and watering eyes, mouthing a soundless ‘I Love You’ as his grin widened. 

It felt like forever before you found yourself in Hoseok’s arms again, this behind the stage as both of you were ushered away while the encore was ongoing. You nearly bowled him over in your haste to simply touch him as he stumbled back a step before balancing himself with a low chuckle. 

“I love you so much, baby,” Your whisper was croaking with emotion just as he caught your lips into a slow, loving caress. 

“Come on, let’s get out of here.”

+

“Baby, are you hungry?” Hoseok welcomed the feeling of pure relief as he took off all his accessories and the heavy leather coat, organizing them carefully on the table and hanging up the clothing on a hanger to give it back to the styling team tomorrow. 

He had noticed your quick retreat into the bathroom, probably to scrub away all the makeup and grime which he knew was your favorite part to the end of a long day such as these.

“I can order some room service if you want to,” He continued talking, unbuckling his belt while carefully slipping off his designer shoes. “Maybe some pasta or dessert? I’m craving something sweet after that performance.”

“Yeah, I could do with some dessert.” Your reply came softly from behind him, although lacking the fervor you usually had when he suggested to get some sweets late at night.  

“Ugh, thank god, I think my body needs some sugar after today,” Hoseok laughed, turning around only to choke on it as he coughed.

Fuck. 

Shit. He must be in heaven. Or hell. 

Because you were looking like you were sent from the heavens to torture him.

A black lacy ensemble of lingerie encasing your curves must have been laced with the devil’s poison itself with how transfixed he was taking it all in.

A lace bralette softly covering your chest with a matching thong and garter belt encasing your waist. The stockings running up your legs and strapped firmly by your thighs making his throat dry as he took in the same heels you still wore from earlier. 

You were a wet dream come true. 

And you damn well knew it with the smirk on your face as you stepped towards him. “Cat got your tongue, baby?” 

“What?”

The smirk widened at his nonsense answer. His eyes never strayed from your body as he tried to imprint the image in his brain.

You were right in front of him now, fingers playing with the lapels of his now unbuttoned shirt and hanging loosely down his frame, the belt still hanging on his hips. 

“I’m still in the mood for some dessert, aren’t you?” 

“Whatever you say, baby,” His dazed muttering made you let out an airy laugh, giving him one firm push as he stumbled back a step only to meet the edge of the bed and stumbling down, elbows pushing him up to never lose sight of you. 

"Aren’t you gonna ask me what kind of dessert?” You damn well near purred, slowly creeping your way up along his body, hand teasing his expanse of exposed skin raising goosebumps along the way until your face was hovering inches above his.

“What kind of dessert?” He murmured, dark brown eyes locking with your own, flickering down to your lips. 

“My favorite kind.” 

With that you pressed a firm yet teasing kiss against his lips, leaving him to chase after you as you put a stern hand on his shoulder to push him back down before stepping off the bed and down on your knees between his spread legs. 

He had already done half the job by unbuckling the belt. Distracting him with the press of your lips against the soft surface of his stomach, his abs tensed along with the deep breaths he took before relaxing. 

Hoseok was already half hard as you palmed him, his silent groan vibrating through his whole body before pulling down his underwear for enough access to his whole cock. 

Without hesitation you started at the base, wrapping your hand around his length and rubbing him firmly as he sighed above you, fingers curling into fists by his sides. 

Keeping an eye on his face, you watched while leaning in, sucking the tip of his cock into your mouth, tongue swirling against the slit as Hoseok’s head fell back with a soft moan. Slim, large hands automatically found leverage on your head as you took him deeper, gently moving up and down as your own hands moved to palm his balls - causing his soft moans to turn into guttural groans, veins in his neck straining. 

Feeling the tenseness of his whole body you pulled away, as his eyes snapped open, neck craning to look at you, protest clear in his mouth. 

“Relax, baby” You grinned at him. “This is my gift for you, so enjoy it.”

“You’re gonna be death of me.” Hoseok huffed out a laugh, voice slightly choked as your hand never stopped moving on his length. 

“Wait,” his voice was deliciously hoarse, a darker rumble that went straight down to your own throbbing pussy. You watched fondly as he stretched backward to grab the closest hotel pillow and handed it to you. 

He had barely settled back on the bed before you gripped him tighter, tongue already making a path down his veins and swallowing him deeper without preparation. 

Hoseok nearly lurched up, fingers digging into your scalp with a hissed curse.  

“Jesus Fuck, Y/N.” His moan of your name did ridiculous to your body, eagerness to please your hardworking boyfriend increasing until his knees were shaking. 

Bobbing your head, you sucked enthusiastically, following the motions of his own hands whether he noticed it or not.

Hoseok had somehow managed to push himself up into a sitting position, the need to watch you closer as you pleased him controlling his body. 

Your intentions had been obvious to him early on. You wanted to spoil him to completion, but at the same time torturing his senses through the journey - just because he knew you could. He had learned fairly quick in the relationship that you had a thing for seeing him come apart beneath your touch, controlling his pleasure and seeing him beg you to let him come. 

His half-lidded gaze never left the perfect-picture vision of your pretty pink lips around his cock, swollen and drool dribbling down the corner of your mouth as you moaned softly to his harsh pants, eyes fluttering shut. The vibrations of it sent tingles down his legs and spine, coaxing another moan from him. 

“You’re so fucking good, baby.” Hoseok managed to breathe out. Praise only spurring you on if that was possible. 

The love of his life was sucking his cock like it was the best damn lollipop in town, and the sight of it would always be one of the most arousing scenes he would ever see. 

He was pretty certain he could die in this position without regrets. 

“That’s it.” Murmuring he eased his hold on your hair, the other supporting him on the bed, fingers curling into the sheet as he watched you spellbound. 

Shit, you were loving it between his legs. Sounding and looking like Hoseok was already pounding your brains out. He was basically yours to own at the moment.  

“Spell your fucking name on it.”

Your broken moans at his words caused a knowing smirk to play at his lips for a single moment until he nearly fell apart again the very next, eyes falling shut at the mindblowing sensations your tongue could give him. 

You hummed, deep in your throat, drawing the most panth-worthy moans from Hoseok’s lips, his usual decorum of trying to keep it down evaporating. His moans were some of your favorite sounds in the world - going from soft high pitches whenever he got close before falling back down to the low tones as he tried to catch his breath. 

His thighs tensed, fingers gripping the strands of your hair nearly frighteningly tight with a mutter. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m-I’m gonna cum–”

Hoseok knew you had heard him. His moans turned desperate, breaking up into near frantic stutters as he got closer to his high, just for you to pull back slowly with a pop - a knowing, almost vindictive smile on your face. 

“Baby!” If you didn’t know better, you would almost say that was a sob coming from him as you left him high and dry. 

Your cunt was throbbing almost painfully at this point, craving any touch for relief, but you held it back for favoring your boyfriend’s pleasure. 

“Patience, my love,” You murmured as your rose up, gently pushing him back down on the bed as you pulled off his underwear and pants off, kicking them to the side, leaving only the open shirt on his otherwise sweating, naked body. 

And what a glorious body that was. 

Lean and tan with smooth expanses of skin you wanted to lick all over, the lines of a dancer’s firm muscles lining every part of him. 

Fuck, Jung Hoseok was fucking delicious, and all yours. 

Making sure that he was watching, you slipped off the thong down your legs, watching as his throat bobbed in anticipation. You left the bralette on and the strategically worn garter and stockings to not be in the way of your underwear. 

Easily taking off your heels too, you crawled over his body on all fours, settling just on his slim hips and giving a teasing roll of your own, his bare cock sliding against the evident arousal of your own as he gave a breathy curse. 

“You’re so wet, baby,” Hoseok said almost fascinated, despite your years together. And he supposed he wasn’t wrong. You were going a bit wild tonight compared to the usual sex the two of you had. 

“All because of you,” Leaning forward again, you kissed him softly, but Hoseok was done playing nice and giving into your demands.

His hand curled around the back of your neck, forcing you completely down against his chest, bodies lining up against each other, mouth licking into your own harshly, catching your breath with a sigh. 

Your hips had a mind of their own at this point, slowly grinding against his hard cock, covering his length with your wetness as Hoseok moaned, the sound caught by your lips as you gave a firmer roll. 

Wordlessly reaching down between your bodies, you gripped his length in your hand lining him up and slowly pushed down with a breathy moan, his fingers digging into your hips as you both shuddered when he bottomed out. His whole body trembled in near relief, and you knew he wasn’t going to last long with the amount of teasing you had already put him through. 

“Fuuuuck…”

Your nerves felt like they were on fire. Every single movement sending zips of bliss through you as you breathed in deeply to take control of your sanity. With a loving smile, you firmly placed both hands on Hoseok’s chest for support before lifting your hips only to slam them down with a shuddering moan. 

Hoseok was sure he was going to come within the next five seconds with the way you were moving your hips above him, obviously trying your damn best to send him into oblivion. 

The sound of your wet cunt was almost obnoxious, squelching for every single lift and drop of your thighs. Through his pleasure glazed haze, he could see the inside of your delicious thighs glistening with the evidence. 

He thought he already knew of the best feelings in the world; the adrenalin before getting on stage, hearing his fans scream his name or sing to their songs as he basked in their cheers. 

But his personal, and secret favorite would always be the complete bliss that spread through his entire body from your pussy clenching down on him.    

You were getting tired, Hoseok noticed. Your rhythm slowing and pleasure tenfolding as you started to grind down with airy moans, trying to find relief for your throbbing clit. 

Despite being rock hard and ready to burst, he couldn’t help but coo at you as he pulled you back down against his chest. “Is my princess getting tired?”

You whimpered, fingers traveling up to grip his hair, your grinding starting to loose its control. 

Tracing a hand down your sweating back, he gripped your ass with a rough tug, pushing his cock further against your walls as your breath hitched. 

“What do you want, baby?” He whispered into your ear, giving it a nip and soothing it with his tongue. “Use your words, princess.”

“Please fuck me, Hoseok,” It was your turn to beg now. “I need you to fuck me. Make me cum on your cock, please.”

Just your words were ready to end him. 

With an almost chaste kiss against your temple, an opposite action to what the two of you were doing, he granted your wish. Changing his position, he put both feet on the bed for support and then he truly fucked you. 

Nearly pistoning upwards to meet your shallow thrusts, with your high pitched moans and nails raking down his arms spurring him on like a madman chasing after gold. 

His moans mixed with your own, both craving release at this point, your skin slapping against each other without abandon. With half a mind, Hoseok managed to push his hand between your sweat slicked bodies, long fingers finding your soft, swollen clit as he circled the sensitive nub. 

You came with a silent scream, mouth open and body tensing like a log, the pleasure zipping through you like fucking lightning, toes curling as your pussy clenched down so hard, he followed you shortly with a muffled groan against the curve of your neck. 

His fingers didn’t stop, only slowing down and gently guiding you through your high. 

Just as the sensitivity was starting to kick in, his cock still firmly nestled inside you throughly emptied, you whined at him. 

“Too much,” Your voice was a hoarse whimper, trying to swat at his still moving hand. 

But his next stern words grunted out, made your throat dry. 

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“I-I can’t,” You whispered, but voice shaking in anticipation.

“Yes, you can. One more, sweetheart. Just for me.”

“Baby, I-” 

Whatever it was you wanted to say cut off with a sob as his fingers sped back up from their gentleness, pressing down more firmly on your clit as your hold on him turned damn near painful.

“Come on, just one more.”

What was supposed to be him falling apart had now turned - Hoseok having you at his mercy as his movements didn’t stop. 

Despite your begging, you could feel it again. That addicting pleasure building within you as your resistance turned into compliance, hips starting to move again, grinding against his touch. Your orgasm came slowly this time around, heat coating your senses like a caress - with you almost sobbing softly as your high came, body trembling and twitching as his fingers finally stopped. 

Neither knew how many minutes you simply lay in each others arms in silence. Soaking each other in, his soft cock still inside you as your skin cooled down to the point of goosebumps as the air was no longer stuffy. 

“We need to shower,” Hoseok whispered gently, hands slowly caressing up and down your spine lovingly. 

“Just a little longer…”

Chuckling at your drowsiness, you managed to lift your head up from his shoulder only to grin. “I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling. “I love you too.”

This has been in the drafts since last year. So yeah. 

[sugamoonv]

Can You See My Reflection?

Pairings: Idol!Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 3,615

Summary: Y/N has given up on her dreams after her younger sisters start getting all the opportunities. But a two-way mirror may just turn Y/N’s fortune around. Just a cute, little Cinderella Story AU

Warnings: shitty family, mops?

A.N: Leave feedback-whether good or bad. Let me know what you think!

Heavy breaths left your parted lips. Your sides screamed at you to rest yet your legs kept moving; you knew they would be sore in the morning. But the aches you felt the day after was worth it if you were able to connect to the music drumming through the speakers for one moment. Anything was worth the feeling of getting lost in your own movements and the melody of some song, feeling that connectedness you longed for.

The man on the opposite side of the mirror broke down a previous motion for one of the others towards the back. You copied his movements. You were quick to learn but that meant that you often looked over the small ticks. You admired the way he moved, his body flowed perfectly with the music, hitting every beat, expressing every word. The men behind him were amazingly talented, but the man you often found yourself secretly standing in front of every week had a way of commanding the music with every step.

The song restarted and you took your place in front of the two-way mirror. As your cue grew closer, you looked at the man’s face. He held power in his limbs, perhaps too much. Whenever you sneaked his new choreography routine, you were breathless and inspired to learn. The mirror made it so his figure was shaded so you weren’t able to make out the small details of his face. You could tell that he had sharp features. His face was long and he had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His nose also ended in a sharp point when he turned his head to the side. You couldn't make out the exact shape of his lips, but you guessed that the top made a curve that was as sharp as the rest of him.

It took an hour for all of them to learn the new dance. You copied the man’s finished steps with ease but you were far messier than the men in the other room. They had far more experience and training than you. How you dreamed of being like them, like the idol groups you always looked up to. But life was cruel and people were crueler. After your parents had all but abandoned you at a young age, you were taken in by the woman you now all but wish you had never met. She had treated you as her own in the beginning, but you soon found out some girl from the street could never replicate flesh and blood.

She entertained your childhood dreams of becoming an idol when you grew up. Then your first sister came along. Then the second. Then third. Then all of a sudden your dreams became too ambitious for a girl like you and were transferred onto more “deserving” people. You remiss back to the nights you secretly taught yourself the latest dances in the cramped room you were stuffed into. The hours you spent staring at the posters you managed to fit on your walls, imagining how happy the idols on the glossy paper were, being able to make music and have people screaming their name. The envy and anger you would have to swallow down whenever you saw your sisters being dropped off at dance/singing lessons and when they got older, how your adopted mother gushed how they were sure to debut soon.

Cleaning the dirty floors of BigHit was the closest you would ever get to becoming an idol. After three months of mindless scrubbing, you found this dance studio. You had no idea that the mirrored wall was see through and thought for sure you would be fired when one day when you were dancing you saw people file into the other room. It was risky but when some of the people looked directly at you and said or did nothing, you realized that you had finally found your safe haven.

You and the man slid towards the mirror for the final move. Both of you had forgotten the distance you needed and nearly collided into the mirror. Part of the mirror fogged with your hot breath as you were finally close enough to see the man. His lips formed into a shape that hinted that he had dimples at the upper corners of his mouth, right before his cheeks.

His eyebrows knit together and he shifted so he was fully facing you. You watched as his eyes scrutinized the mirror until he was staring directly into your eyes. You figured he was looking at himself but his eyes grew wide and his eyes never left yours. He brought his hand up and his lips moved as he said something. His words were muffled. The mirror also acted as a sound barrier so when there was a new choreo to learn, you had to pace past the next room to listen until you picked up enough lyrics to search the song.

Panic rose in your chest. After months of being in this room, you had finally been caught by the man you risked being caught for. You didn’t want to learn what it was he said. You quickly turned from the mirror and hysterically gathered your belongings in the corner of the studio. You were a quarter way down the hall when you heard the door open and the man shouting at you to wait. This only made you move to walk faster until you were in a full-on sprint.  Once the man’s footsteps faded behind you, you stopped to collect your breath. Sweat ran down your face that beat with your body’s inner heat built up from all the cardio.  

You checked behind you and let out a sigh of relief when you saw that the man hadn’t followed you. You ignore the passive glances at your red face as you leave the building and dig in the pockets of your jacket for your mask. You trembling hands adjust the straps around your ears and you begin the walk back home down the busy street.

Brown. His eyes were brown. A dark brown that made a person want to melt in them.

You couldn’t get his eyes out of your head. As you did all your chore around the house and as you laid in bed staring at the ceiling. Despite your job at BigHit, the money wasn’t enough for you to support yourself and the only way your adopted mother treated you as the adult you were was by asking for rent. So you were left with barely enough money to buy shoes at the end of the month despite having nothing of your own.

Your hands were still shaking and your heart would occasionally jump in your chest as thoughts of him swirled in your head. Would he tell his manager that he saw you? Would his manager tell your boss? How long was it going to be before you were fired?

Already, part of you was excited to go back into work despite the majority having half a mind to call and quit over the phone. The small part of you that was still willing to risk going back to the studio, the part that still dreamt of being an idol, was thrumming with the excitement of being that close to that man.

At first you had no idea who he was, nor did you have any desire to find out. You wish you hadn’t because how else are you supposed to do your job knowing that the floors you mop are the very floors that BTS walk on? How are you going to be able to go back to your hidden studio knowing the man behind the mirror is Jung Hoseok?

“Y/N! Get down here!” your adoptive mother yells from the floor below you. You see her and your two sisters waiting for you at the end of the staircase. “I have a proposition for you,” she claps her hands together in a prayer pose. “You work at BigHit right?”

You nod.

“Well, JYP-for whatever reason, hasn’t debuted Heejin yet so I want you to bring her with you to work so that someone will finally recognize her talent.”

“Yeah….I don’t think I can do that,” you drawl, ignoring your younger sister’s terrible attempt at giving you puppy dog eyes. At this, your mother’s face darkens.

“I wasn’t giving you a choice.” Her face lightens and she claps a hand on your shoulder, “But I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun.”

You internally scream as you’re left alone on the staircase.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? You’re a janitor?” Heejin sneers. “I’m not cleaning.”

“I never said you had to,” you mumble as you fill up the mop bucket.

“I thought you actually did something important.”

You exhale from your nose and purse your lips as you look to the ceiling before brushing past her, pulling the mop with you.

“So like, have you even seen someone famous?”

You pause as Hoseok comes into your mind but you’re filled with the urge to protect him from Heejin, “No.”

“So what’s the point of me even being here?” Heejin whines and stomps her foot.

“Then go home if you don’t want to be here.” You slap the mop onto the floor and work your way down the hall, keeping your gaze to the floor. It seems she took your advice because when you look up to wet the mop, Heejin’s gone.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Heejin comes bouncing up to you as you walk down the hallway with a half-full trash bag in your hand.

“You’re still here?” you look at her in shock. First using one of the studios without permission and then bringing someone with you to work and letting them wander around; you were sure to be fired now.

“Guess who I ran into,” she barely contains her smile and doesn’t let you open your mouth before she’s answering, “Jung-freaking-Hoseok. The Hoseok, from BTS,” she tells you as if you have no idea who he is.

Heejin grips both of your shoulders. “I’m like, freaking out. Okay? I told him I was a trainee and that I loved his dancing and then he told me to dance for him sometime when he was free.”

Your heart drops to your stomach and you force a smile onto your face. “That’s awesome.”

Heejin stares at you with wide eyes, “No! That’s not awesome, Y/N! I’m not good at dancing! What am I gonna’ do? He’s going to see me dancing and laugh at me. I really want to impress him.”

You watch as her eyes become glossy and a wave of sympathy washes over you. Despite all of her flaws and the ways she annoys you, she’s still your sister and you love her. “Hey, stop. You’re going to do amazing. He won’t laugh at you. If anything, he’ll probably give you tips or something to try and help you.”

Heejin continues to pout at the floor causing you to sigh. “When did Hoseok say he was going to be free?”

“Next week.”

“Okay. Okay,” you nod, “That’s plenty of time for you to work on a dance.”

Heejin flinches and bashfully looks at you. “I may have told him it was an original.”

“No. Step over with your right and bring your hand up like this, then step back with your left and slide your right leg out in a circle so your feet are crossed.” You repeat the steps to Heejin slowly then wait in the final position for her to retrace the steps after you.

After the first day, Heejin came in with you, you two spent hours in her room searching for a good song to make a choreo to. At first, she wanted to go with one of the songs from Hope World, but you convinced her otherwise, viewing her dancing to one of Hoseok’s song to Hoseok as too….enthusiastic. And a lot of the songs you felt you would be able to work with, she shot down. Luckily, you were able to agree on a song before 3 a.m.

The second-day Heejin came into work with you, you showed her your hidden dance studio and had begun building the choreography once you got off your shift. It surprised you how much you had to teach Heejin considering she was the official trainee and all the experience you had, came from following videos on a small screen and hiding behind a two-way mirror. Then after a few days passed did Heejin finally get the hang of some of the moves you felt were easy. But two days away from meeting with Hoseok and Heejin still struggling with a quarter of the choreo had you extremely worried.

Heejin’s shoulders slumped and she pulled her t-shirt up to wipe her face. “This is useless. I keep forgetting steps.”

“Let’s just take a break and come back to it.”

You walked across the room to your duffle bag and took a swig from your water bottle before squatting down and checking your phone.

“Hey, Y/N?” You lift your head to look at Heejin. “Thank you for helping me. I know I’m not the nicest-Hoseok! Hi!” Heejin cuts herself off as she suddenly yells and you have to look at the mirror to see why she suddenly veers off topic.

You see Hoseok peaking through the door through the mirror and you turn your whole body to look at him directly. The breath is knocked straight from your lungs and you’re suddenly panicking about not bringing a bottle of deodorant and perfume with you.

Hoseok gives a shy smile and steps further into the room. The way his eyes linger on you causes a blush to spring to your face and you bow to hide it from him. “Hi, sorry, I heard music in here and wanted to see who was in here.”

The door shuts behind Hoseok and his back becomes straighter as loses his nervousness. He points to Heejin, “You’re the girl that wanted me to see her dance, right?”

Heejin excitedly shakes her head. “I was actually just working on that now,” she laughs.

“Oh. Do you want to just show me now?”

Knowing how far behind Heejin is from where you want her to be, you try to step in and say something but she cuts you off right as you open your mouth.

“Yes! Of course,” she nervously laughs again, “I actually choreographed the whole thing a couple days ago so I don’t have all of it.”

For the second time tonight, the breath is knocked from you but for an entirely different reason. You clench your jaw as you hear Hoseok give Heejin a reassurance. This was for her, not you, you have no right to be angry.

Hoseok tilts his lips up at you and quietly moves to stand next to you. Extremely close. You can feel the sleeve of his shirt brush against your bare arm and now you’re really wishing that you had overloaded on the deodorant before coming to the studio. You try to keep your eyes forward to prevent Hoseok from catching you glancing at him, but your eyes lock with each other occasionally and you force your eyes back on Heejin.

Her movements are sloppy. Something you would expect from a dancer, not quite a beginner but not advanced yet. Each step shows that she has a background in dance but no experience with the choreo she’s trying to execute at this exact moment. And for that, you want to wrangle her neck for trying to perform your choreo before she’s ready for someone of such a high caliber.

That’s part of the reason why you keep glancing at Hoseok. You keep expecting to find a glint of amusement in his eyes or him working to keep his lips in a straight line, but he’s as professional as you’ve heard. His eyes are calculating watching Heejin and you can see him finding ways she could improve and ways the choreo can be improved. You wish it was you his eyes were centered in on and not Heejin.

“That’s as far as I’ve gotten.” Heejin turns to face Hoseok.

His arms are crossed and you feel your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for him to tear apart your choreo. He gives a long glance to you before stepping towards Heejin.

“It’s good. Though….instead of turning to your left at the one part, it would be easier for you to spin so your facing right so you can just go into the next move like that,” Hoseok snaps his fingers. Heejin rapidly nods, soaking in Hoseok’s words. “Other than, I would just work on cleaning up a lot of the steps. Work on isolations.”

Hoseok patted Heejin on the shoulder then turned to you. His eyes moved around your face for a second before he cleared his throat and bowed, which you reciprocated. And just as quickly he came, he was gone.

You lazily picked at the food on your plate as your sisters, mother and her boyfriend animatedly talked around you. This was the fourth or fifth time he’s joined for family dinner and needless to say, your mother and him were still in their honeymoon phase. And needless to say, it was incredibly annoying.

“Y/N, you’ve barely touched your plate.” You want to slap the concerned look off of his face.

“I’m allergic.”

“Oh, that’s right!” your mother humorously smacks her forehead making everyone but you to laugh. “Why don’t you make yourself something to eat then come back and join us.”

You push your plate away from you and lean back in your chair. “It’s fine.”

“Mmm,” your mother’s boyfriend finishes chewing his food, “How did it go with Hoseok?”

“Ugh, I think I’m in love with him. It went so well. He told me I did a good job and even gave me some pointers on ways I could improve.”

“See-” your mother beams at Heejin, “What did I tell you? I’m sure he’s already mentioned something to his manager about you.”

It makes you feel better that your youngest sister seems to be in a bad mood too now, though it’s most likely because of jealousy towards Heejin. Though the solidarity between the two of you right now doesn’t stop the bile from rising in your throat. You knew you barely knew Hoseok yourself but after spending countless hours copying behind a mirror formed a connection to him.

“Can I be excused? I just remembered some friends invited me out and I want to go meet them.”

“Absolutely not. We are eating dinner,” your mother glares at you.

“Come on, hun. She’s an adult, let her go.” your mother’s boyfriend reaches out and caresses her hand and you can see her gaze softening. She breathes in deeply through her nose so the muscles in her neck become visible before she exhales and nods her head. You shoot up from your chair and slam the front door behind you as you all but run from the house.

You slide into your car and drive to the one place you feel most at home.

“I didn’t think I’d actually be able to catch you alone.”

You spin away from the mirror to see Hoseok standing in the doorway. You can hear men’s voices coming from the hallway and you assume it’s his other members on their break.

Your cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d actually see me. I’ll leave.”

“No, no, no,” Hoseok’s arms shoot out and he hesitantly walks towards you. “Don’t leave. I’m glad you’re here.”

“I saw you a couple weeks ago...dancing.” You watch him cautiously. This is the moment he’s going to tell you-you're not allowed to be here. “I tried to talk to you but you kind of ran away,” he laughs.

You look down to the floor and mumble out an apology.

“Oh no, don’t be sorry!” Hoseok forces you to lock eyes with him. “I probably didn’t hand that good.” He falls into an awkward silence before he breathes in deeply, “Can I admit something to you?”

You peer up at him curiously and nod your head.

“I saw you the entire time...behind the mirror,” the tips of his ears turn red, “I mean, I couldn’t see who you were but I could see you dancing and you’re really talented. That’s why I wanted to meet you so badly. At first, I thought your friend was you when she said she wanted to dance for me but then seeing her actually dance-it looked nothing like you. The moves were yours but it just seemed….off.”

You breathe out a sharp puff of air. “Wow, uh,” your cheeks turn red and you fight the smile threatening to take over your face, “thank you. That means a lot.”

Hoseok bows his head. You both stand in front of each other, too nervous to continue speaking and neither wanting to take the first step to leave.

“Can I admit something else?” Hoseok looks at you nervously.

“Yeah,” you breath and clear your throat.

Your eyes flicker to Hoseok licking his lips. He must have caught you because his lips tilt upwards into a quick smirk and he gains some confidence. “I think you’re beautiful.” Hoseok watches as your eyes widen and your face grows red. “Would you want to go out with me sometime? You could always show me some of your moves.”

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[youarejesting]

Reaction 11: Pregnancy reveal before world tour

[Masterlist]

Hey everyone, let me know if you have any reactions you would like me to do. WARNING: One NSFW line from Taehyung

Kim Seokjin

“I’m pregnant,” you said simply after dinner, gauging his reaction he laughed and nodded. 

“Me too, it was way too much food but it was so good.” He grinned looking up “should I ask the chef to take responsibility?”

Your laughter was bubbly, you loved this man so much. “I mean it I am actually legitimately pregnant”

“Oh as in with a baby with me?”

“Yes love” you laughed

“You did say your boobs were hurting” he said a little too loudly in the restaurant making you blush, “we are going to have a baby”

“Yeah” you nodded

“I thought I was getting too old” he laughed 

“Never you are as youthful as the day we met”

“Oh that’s going to make tours difficult” he held your gaze “we will make it work, maybe my pregnant wife will come with me on tour. 

“Wife?” You snorted 

“Well I was going to ask tonight but your news sort of topped mine” he grinned and snatched your left hand slipping the ring onto your fourth finger.

“You can’t take me back now” you breathed and he kissed you with his soft plush lips. 

“I don’t plan to”

Min Yoongi

“Yoongi, I have something to tell you?” You had just finished testing and then you had a shower. He was sitting in his studio typing away. 

“What is it, my love?” He moved his headphones to his neck. 

You walked up to the microphone and he opened a window and hit record. He loved keeping little special audios, he put his headphones back on and watched the computer. “I am pregnant with your baby,” you said softly. 

He tensed and you felt a sense of rejection, “I just thought you should know you don’t have to be there if you don’t want to. I won’t force you to stay”

He looked up at you noticing how your eyes were wet with tears, “hey baby no it’s okay” he saved and exited his work and held you in his arms. “You need to rest your body, you are making a human come on let’s go to bed”

“You are just tired.”

“Let me lay with my woman damn it” the two of you laid down and he saw you facing away from him and he moved closer spooning you. Placing his hand on your stomach and rubbing small circles. “I just released an album but I have so many songs in my head”

You fell asleep to him humming gently and eventually he pressed his palm flat to your stomach. 

Jung Hoseok

“Hello love what are you doing?” Hoseok asked, jumping onto the couch beside you. “Baby, have you been crying?”

“Hobi, I am pregnant,” You said biting your lip ready for him to drop everything and leave. 

“Wah, with me?” He gasped and began pacing enthusiastically. “Really we made a little baby?”

You nodded and he clapped and spun around excitedly before scooping you up into his arms and grinning. “Baby, you aren’t joking, you are serious right, we are having a little baby?”

“Yes Hobi, I peed on a stick and everything” You handed him the now clean stick in a bag and he saw the two lines and began a series of noises and dance moves. 

“I have to tell the boys” He shouted before racing out the house leaving you stunned. You slumped back on the couch content, he was happy and that’s all the mattered. That the three of you were happy and healthy.

It wasn’t till later the boys dropped Hoseok off completely wasted, “he was excited saying you were pregnant” Namjoon smiled sitting Hoseok on the couch. “congratulations”

“Thank you”

“Jagiya, I love you and our baby” he whined clutching your waist and pressing his forehead to your upper abdomen “I missed you, you were gone so long” 

Kim Namjoon

“We have the concert dates and then we are going to the billboard music awards and the after-party that evening so don’t drink too much”

“I won’t drink at all I am expecting?”

“Expecting what?”

“A baby” you sighed and he looked up, you watched the gears ticking over on his head and he dropped his phone he stumbled for words in English before resorting to korean and talking a mile a minute, it sounded like his rap songs and you said “I found out a week ago and I was waiting to tell you but I couldn’t wait”

He held your sides and began pulling up your shirt trying to look at your belly, you noticed his disappointed meant as he spoke between pouty lips “you don’t look pregnant yet”

“Honey I am only a few weeks, I won’t start to show for a little bit” you laughed brushing your thumbs against his cheeks letting them rest over his dimples that were peeking out. “I am actually scheduled to go for a sonogram today would you like to come with and see the baby”

Needless to say, he was already dressed and pushing you to the car. He was a mess of tears at the appointment and they let him listen to the heartbeat. 

You calmed him down with ice cream and then he dragged you into baby shops and began searching through clothes. 

Park Jimin

“Hey my love, did you sneak ramen last night you’re looking a little swollen” he smiled

“No I didn’t eat ramen I am just super bloated” you whined rubbing your belly and cheeks. You turned your back to him embarrassed. 

“What is going on?” He chuckled turning you back to face him, “are you sore do you need the heat pack and some chocolate, we can watch a Disney movie your pick” 

He kissed you slowly massaging your lower back and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. “It’s not my period Jimin,” you said as he broke away to brush his lips against your skin and he continued to kiss your neck. “I think I am pregnant”

“Pregnant?” He pulled away and you flinched “what makes you think that other than our activities?”

“Well I am late so I bought these but I haven’t used them cause I am scared”

“My beautiful girl, do not be scared, I would never let you do this on your own, come on let’s take the test” he pushed you to the bathroom and you waited for the test to develop as he sang to you through the door.

Now promise me, oh, oh Several times a day, oh, oh Even if you feel that you are alone, oh, oh Don't throw yourself away, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, hold on for a moment Intertwine our pinkies And promise me now, oh, oh, oh, oh

You saw the two lines and you opened the door, tears pouring down your face and he looked at the stick with two dark lines and embraced you. “You give me more reason to love you every day.” He breathed into your hair. “We are gonna be a little family”

Kim Taehyung

“What is this?” Taehyung asked while holding up a pregnancy stick he found on the bathroom sink. How could you have been so forgetful? You set it down for it to develop and then got distracted. You hadn’t even read the results.

“It is a pregnancy test. I always take one before you leave on tour” You blushed rubbing the back of the neck “just so I can make sure to tell you anything before you leave, don’t want you coming back to such a big surprise. 

“How do you read it?” He said looking at it interested 

“There is a window on the stick, one line means not pregnant,” You whispered.

“What do two lines mean?” His eyes met yours curiously.

“Two lines mean I am pregnant,” the smile that pulled up his lips made you laugh. You must not be pregnant. He loved to tease you.

“You must have really loved what I gave you, keeping it all to yourself and making a baby” He smirked, turning the test towards you, two thick dark lines burning through your retinas.

“Oh no.” You said eyes prickling

“Oh no?” his eyebrow raised concerned

“You are about to go on tour tomorrow and I am pregnant”

“I will be home soon, I will take care of you and we will be okay, just the three of us”

Jeon Jungkook

“Jungkook, do you have to leave?” You asked looking at your phone you were waiting to hear back from your blood tests. You watched him leave the apartment disappointed as your phone rang. 

“Miss y/n, this is the doctor Hyejin, I am calling to talk about the results of your blood test, you had. I want to say congratulations, you are pregnant. You are going to be a mother. Would you like to make an appointment.”

“Sure, whatever works, text me the date and time, I have to catch my boyfriend before he leaves” You hung up slipping on your shoes and racing to catch a taxi to the airport. You arrived and flashed your BigHit ID to the VIP sitting area, you were given the ID if ever there was an emergency where you needed to contact or see Jungkook.

“Jungkook” You shouted and he turned and wrapped you in a hug and you panted “I am pregnant!” 

“What?” His eyes went wide in shock and you couldn’t help but laugh at the expression, coughing from the toll it took racing through the airport.

“I got the call after you had left” You grinned “We are having a baby!”

“But…” He pouted and looked at you with sad eyes “I thought I was baby”

[sugamoonv]

OMG you guys!!!!!!!! I’m finally at 1000 followers!!! To celebrate I’ve decided to write a Hoseok x Reader onshot, and I’ll publish it the same time with Happiness Doesn’t Have to Be Complicated Pt.2. If you guys would like to request something, then please do. I want to write more this week to say thank you for following me. Anyways, here’s a small excerpt:

His eyebrows knit together and he shifted so he was fully facing you. You watched as his eyes scrutinized the mirror until he was staring directly into your eyes. You figured he was looking at himself but his eyes grew wide and his eyes never left yours. He brought his hand up and his lips moved as he said something. His words were muffled. The mirror also acted as a sound barrier so when there was a new choreo to learn, you had to pace past the next room until you picked up enough lyrics to search the song.

Panic rose in your chest. After months of being in this room, you had finally been caught. By the man you constantly risked being caught for. You didn’t want to learn what it was he said. You quickly turned from the mirror and hysterically gathered your belongings in the corner of the studio. You were a quarter way down the hall when you heard the door open and the man shouting at you to wait. This only made you move to walk faster until you were in a full-on sprint.  Once the man’s footsteps faded behind you, you stopped to collect your breath. Sweat ran down your face that beat with your body’s inner heat built up from all the cardio.