#jhope established relationship au

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BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves����*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

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The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

✧ Genre:  fluffy ⎜romance ⎜ polyamory ⎜ recovery au ⎜idol!bts ⎜sfw ⎜domestic!bts au ⎜established relationship ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of heart condition ⎜ mentions of surgery ⎜ reader is in recovery from a surgery ⎜ bts just being sweet ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

✧ Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

Inspiring Song : Hold Us Together by H.E.R and Tauren Wells

✧ Author’s Note: This was requested by @lelewright1234 - i didn't follow to request to a tee and it ended up more domestic and fluffy then angst but I hope you still like it.

‘The rising stars from South Korea are stunning all with their good looks. Girls all over the world and wondering whether these six young men have anyone special in their lives. Just look at our swooning reporter on the red carpet.’ 

The camera pans over, six very familiar faces fill the screen for a moment, each holding a long glare at the flashing lights in front of them, trying to follow each instruction given by the paparazzi. The camera continues to pan, stopping on the wide mouthed blonde reporter watching them move down the red carpet towards her, you can almost see her vibrating with excitement. 

“I don’t know why you always watch these.” The remote is snatched from your hand as a body drops heavily onto the couch besides you, the channel quickly changing despite your protesting. “I wasn’t even there.” He adds. 

“Hey, I was watching that.” You hiss, leaning over trying to snatch the controller back. The larger man just smiles, stretching his arm so it’s further away, the remote far out of reach. “I like watching them all on the carpet, they look so handsome in your suits.” You coo, smiling with triumph as the channel flicks back. “You’d look great too if you were there.” You say with triumph. 

“That’s all you had to say.” Your gaze pauses on the screen, the boys standing stiff on the carpet as a girl tries to squeeze in the middle of them, asking quickly for a photo. You continue to watch as the boys smile politely not declining as the girls manager snaps a quick shot. 

“Do you know who she is?” You question turning towards the large man, surprised as he shakes his head a grimace on his face. 

“No, but manager Se jin probably just told them to smile and take the photo, I think shes some record label CEO’s daughter.” You feel a shiver run down his spine as he reaches for you, one arm draping over your shoulder his remaining hand beckoning your closer. 

“So, do you have anyone special in your life?” You question, your voice mimicking the earlier reporters as you hold your invisible microphone towards him, your body leaning forwards as he tugs you against him, landing on his chest with a heavy ooft. 

“Why I do happen to have someone special at home… Someone very very special to all of us.” Jin speaks softly into your fake microphone, smiling at the way he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin. “We’ve all missed you cupcake.” He hums as you relax against him, dropping your invisible mic to lean against his chest, basking in his comforting warmth. You watch beeps loudly at his words, a deep chuckle escaping in. 

“Making your heart flutter?” He questions jokingly, your hands making quick work of ripping off the watch and throwing it to the other side of the couch. You glare up at him before repositioning until your back lay against his chest, your head sitting comfortably in the crook of his neck. 

“When are the others getting back?” You question, lacing your fingers with his and he rests them against your stomach, one finger tracing the adhesive gauze on your upper chest. 

“Soon.” He says softly, his breath whispering against your skin as he sighs after, his fingers tracing over your collarbones. “How long till your next check up?” He questions. 

“A few weeks, but they think everything is going to be fine, it wasn’t major surgery just a battery replacement.” You respond quickly, your body almost fully relaxed against him as you hear the front door open, the rush of shoes being shaken off and slippery steps down the hallway. 

“Be gentle, she’s still recovering.” You hear Hoseok yell down the hallway, Jin groaning as the younger three member bound into the living room, their faces bright with excitement. Jin presses a soft kiss on your cheek before helping you sit up, slipping out from behind you leaving space available for the others to fit. 

“Before you all ask the same question, she’s fine, doing well, still sleepy and sore, she has a check up in a few weeks to ensure everything is going well but she needs to rest until then.” Jin spits out the information your relayed to him over the afternoon, his hand squeezing on your upper thigh the whole car ride home from the surgery centre. 

Taehyung is the first to take a seat, plopping on the floor in front of you, his chin resting gently against your knee as he looks up at you. “How do you feel?” He whispers, one of his hands sitting tight against your ankle his eyes locked with yours. 

“Fine. A little sleepy is all, doctor said the anaesthetic can take a few hours to ware off.” You answer, your hand reaching for him, running through his freshly dyed black locks, pushing the hair away from his face. Jimin is the next to plonk next to you, his movements soft and slow, not wanting to jostle the couch wrong and hurt you. His gaze is worried as he glances over you making sure there were no signs of discomfort or pain, once he’s satisfied you aren’t lying he shoots your a bright grin, your own smile mirroring his. 

Jungkook is last of the three to join you, taking a moment to watch his friends before shaking his head and barreling towards you, his body slides behind you, his arms snatching you up and tugging you against him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbles as he buries his head into your hair, letting out a delighted sigh at the smell of your perfume. The older members finally walk into the lounge room taking in the sight with a roll of their eyes, carrying on into the kitchen to help Jin with dinner. 

“Put the monitor back on.” You hear Jin shout from the kitchen, Jimin passing it to you quickly, your face in a pout as you secure it back on your wrist. The doctors demanded you wear a pulse rate monitor over the next to weeks to keep record of any possible complications. 

This may have been your first battery replacement but was certainly not your first operation. 

The first was when you were six, diagnosed with bradycardia and syncope, often having strange fainting spells when playing with your friends. You doctors were concerned that partial collapse of a valve may be causing the slow heart rhythm so they cut you open. 

The second operation was when you were twelve for the pace maker to be placed, too many trips to the emergency room over the six years between meant your doctors wanted to give you a way to reset your rhythm without a trip to the hospital. 

The third surgery was three weeks later when your pacemaker had a malfunction, your father rushing you to the emergency room as the machine shocked your heart several times with no reason, the doctors went in and placed a new one, this one was successful. 

Your fourth surgery was six hours ago, the first time your pacemaker has alerted you to a low battery, the doctors happy to see the machine was doing well, decided a quick battery replacement should do the trick, and once you get signed off in two weeks it should be another ten to fifteen years before you need another surgery. 

The heart monitor beeped loudly if you had a interruption to the rhythm, whether it be a slow in rate or a raise in rate, the machine loved to alert the boys when they made you get butterflies in your tummy, like it was now. Taehyung raises and eyebrow in amusement as you slap at the watch trying to turn off the alarm as Jungkook presses soft kisses on your skin, whispering about how much he missed you. Jimin just rolled his eyes at the youngest affections. 

It had been two weeks since you’d seen any of them but Jin, the six members attending schedules in America while Jin came home a week early to care of you leading up to your surgery. The risk of complications while the pacemakers battery was running out was high so he wanted to be there in case something happened. The company had made up a statement about covid that quickly quashed any fan concerns as to why the oldest wasn’t attending the award shows. 

The night continues easily, the eight of you slipping into routines as if nothing ever happened. The movie closed with its credits your body sat in the direct middle of the couch, the two boys still besides you and one still perched on the floor in front of you, his head resting on your knees as you braid and unbraid his hair, happy for the minor distraction of playing with his hair. 

Your eyes are burning from the effort its taking to keep them open, the long day and recovery from the anaesthetic leaving you feeling tired and weak. Most of the boys had noticed as your fingers slowed in Taehyung hair halfway through the movie. 

“I think its bed time.” Yoongi is the first to speak, pushing himself up from the couch before moving to stand in front of you, his hands reaching out to help you stand. You place your hands in his, happy for the assistance as he pulls you off the soft cushions, Taehyung protesting as the loss of warmth on his back.

“You’ll see her tomorrow don’t be such a baby.” Yoongi grumbles, his hands tightly clasping yours as he pulls you away from the others, your gaze shooting over your shoulder as you bid them all farewell. Yoongi’s apartment was down the hall from Jin’s a twenty second walk, the producer unlocking the door quickly leading you inside before closing the door, disabling the keypad so the others couldn’t sneak in. 

“I thought you could actually use some sleep tonight.” Yoongi says quietly, his gaze flicking down to the small bandage on your chest before back to your face. 

“Well the doctor said no strenuous exercise for the next six weeks so nothing could’ve happened anyway.” You chuckle, leaning forwards to press a soft peck against his cheeks before making your way down the hall to his bathroom. You stop in your tracks as you glance at the fluffy robe and variety of soaps on the counter, a pair of brand new slippers sitting besides the shower as well. 

“I thought you might want a nice hot shower, I know anaesthetics always make me feel slimy.” He says coming up behind you, his comments bring back the reminder of his own recovery from his shoulder repair, the joint stinging with phantom pain as his opposite hand raises to rub at it. 

His words seem come out confident but you can tell by the way his hand reaches for yours that he was nervous about his gift.  “It’s perfect. It’s the little things that matter.” You respond, a small gummy smile breaking out on his face as he offers to leave you alone while you shower. 

“Actually, I might need some help.” You whisper, unsure how to ask. “It really hurts to raise my arms and I need to wash my hair.” You add on, Yoongi faltering but nodding in agreement quickly. Yoongi moves quick to run the bath, deciding it would be easier to wash your hair in the large tub, your body being able to relax in the steaming water. 

“Be careful not to wet the surgical site.” Yoongi comments as he faces the wall, wanting to give you privacy as you slip out of your pyjamas, slowly dropping into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you. You’re careful to do as Yoongi says, keeping your upper chest sitting just above the waterline. 

“You can turn around.” You say quietly, not knowing why the situation felt so different. The two of you had seen each other naked before, multiple times even but this felt weird.

You felt vulnerable, as he perches on his knees besides the tub, his gaze locking on your face and not daring to glance anywhere else as he prepares the shampoo and conditioner. His eyes slip slightly landing on the light bruising around your surgical site, the clear waterproof bandage the only thing keeping the wound safe from the water. 

“Does it hurt a lot?” He questions, shuffling on his knees a bit so he’s closer to your head. 

“Not a lot, more of an ache then anything.” You respond, your eyes automatically closing as he cups the water dampening the hair before beginning to massage in the soapy shampoo. 

“It’s mango.” He comments. “You’re favourite.” You hum in delight, your body relaxing a little bit further as his finger work against your scalp, slipping down the massage the back of your neck before he rinses the bubbles off your head. 

Yoongi makes quick work of the hair wash, drying his hands on a towel as he leaves you to finish washing up on your own, wanting to prepare the bed. You manage to pull yourself out of the bathtub with minimal struggle, slipping your arms into the cozy robe and your feet into your new slippers before shuffling down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, letting out a groan of delight as the large pillowy bed, the covers already pulled back, your fresh pyjamas sitting on the edge. 

You dress quickly, deciding Yoongi must be cleaning himself up, before sliding onto the mattress, the bed feeling like a soft cocoon at the end of a long day. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, Yoongi walking into the room almost silently with the cups of tea, letting out a light chuckle at your clearly asleep form on the bed. 

He’s quick to forgo the tea placing both full cups onto the night stand before tugging the feather down duvet over your clean body. He takes a few moments, sweeping your drying hair out of your face, his finger playing with the springy curls on top of your head, he knows he’ll have to brush in your curl refreshing conditioner tomorrow and help you brush out some knots, but reminds himself that’s a problem for later. 

Yoongi switches off the lamp besides you before making his way to the other side, slipping under the covers making himself comfortable before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head. 

“Thank you for being here.” He whispers, pretending not to notice the quiet alert of your heart monitor. 

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“Should we tell her?” The voices whisper outside the closed bedroom door, the mattress is empty besides you, Yoongi must’ve snuck out earlier. The ache in your chest is stronger than yesterday, your pain medications clearly wearing off, you finally lift your head from the pillows glancing down at your phone to see a stream of missed calls and text messages. 

You lock your phone again, not wanting to read any messages as you push yourself out of the bed, swinging the door open with a look of confusion, the seven men huddled outside the bedroom. 

“Tell me what?” You question, your arms crossing against your chest as each of them look around the circle in questioning. 

“There was an article released this morning.” Namjoon is the first to speak, sending a quick nod to Jimin who pulls up the news site on his phone showing you the title as Namjoon continues to explain. “Jin was sighted at the hospital when he went to pick you up - dispatch has sent the internet on a spiral to figure out who you are and what he was doing there.” You feel the way your stomach drops in dread. 

As open as you and the boys were with your relationship, you had always been careful with public affection and exposing yourself, dreading the day their fans found out and how they’d react to the news. 

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue. 

“They’ve found what they needed, HYBE is currently in contacts with lawyers but they think it’s for the best if a comment is made as soon as possible.” Joon sighs and rubs his forehead, Jimin taking his leaders silence as a cue to finish explaining. 

“They want you and Jin to come out with an offical statement that you’re in a relationship.” You can’t help the way your brows furrowed, confusion setting in. “Just you and Jin.” Jimin adds, his own eyes soft as he reaches out to squeeze your hand. 

“Our relationship is taboo cupcake.” Jin speaks quickly, “It will make things easier if the news is shared about a couple not an octuple.” He explains, not being able to help the chuckle at his own choice of words. 

“Well what do you all think?” You ask slowly. You can already tell from Kook’s face that he’s uncomfortable, the rest seem to be keeping their emotions under raps. 

You all knew this would happen one day, news would get out and scandals would ensue but you never thought it would be so soon, and for some reason never considered only telling the world about one eighth of your relationship. 

“It’s for the best, it’ll lessen the blow to the fans.” Taehyung speaks, his face set in stone as he sighs, “They wouldn’t take it well if they knew you managed to snag all seven of us.” You can appreciate the way his comment makes the rest of the room light up, each of the boys letting out a hum in agreement. 

“I’ll make the call to the heads.” Namjoon leaves the apartment with his phone pressed to his ear. 

News spreads quickly, headlines upon headlines about world wide handsome being stolen from the market - it’s not long before it feels like your entire identity is put online for the world to see and scrutinise, photos of you spreading like wildfire. 

The older members had left an hour ago to attend a press conference to answer any questions that needed to be answered about the worldwide news - Jungkook had left for his training session at the local boxing gym, Jimin having to leave for some conference calls about an upcoming project. 

“Everything will be fine.” Taehyung whispers against your head as his body wraps around you, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “Jin has been the best at setting boundaries, fan are more likely to respect his choices.” Taehyung continues softly, his soothing working well for your anxieties though you can tell he’s bitter about the situation. 

“I know, but what if they don’t like me?” You ask, quickly adding, “the fans, I mean.” 

Taehyung just shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a breathy laughs as he mumbles, “doesn’t matter, cause as long as we love you, they have no choice but to love you too.” His laugh grows heartier as your watch lets out a high pitched alarm, your emotions never allowed to be a secret. 

You’re not quiet sure when the two of you fell asleep, maybe it was around the third final destination movie, the sounds of endless screaming lulling you both into comfortable slumber, but you awake slowly to the soft poking against your shoulder. 

“Love?” Taehyung’s voice rumbles underneath you, his phone screen lighting up his face as he turns it towards you, a proud smile on his face. 

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

‘I heard she survived a heart attack, only the strongest partner for our worldwide handsome.’ 

“I’ve never had a heart attack but close enough” you sputter.

‘If I were the other members I’d be jealous of Jin.’ 

The comments underneath the article from dispatch are coming in troves, each of them more complimentary then the last. “Bet this isn’t what they expected.” Taehyung laughs proudly as he continues to read the comments being left under the article. 

“I wish I was as pretty as her.” He reads in a high pitched tone. 

“If I were the other members I would have such a big crush.” He continues. 

“I love her hair.” He speaks the compliment with a bright smile, pinching a curl between his thumb and pointer finger, straightening out the piece of hair before letting it spring back in place. “I told you they’d love you.” He brag, locking his phone and placing it to the side. 

“They’re right you know.” Taehyung says softly as you climb off of him, bushing your hair back into a hair tie to keep it off your face. You look at him in question as he wastes no time in teasing, “I have the biggest crush on you.” 

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Things were different now - Jin was able to take you to events, you often preferring to hang around the managers while they walked down the red carpet, taking photos and answering questions, but as soon as the spotlight was off them, Jin hand met with yours, your fingers linking together as he leads you to the table set up for your group. 

The emerald green dress you wore was custom order by Taehyung, the cut of the front and back a low V showing off the pink scars on your chest and back - the man whispering endless praise throughout the night as you faced your fears of showing off the large scarring. 

The boys had been making it clear in interviews that although you were Jin’s ‘girlfriend’ they all had a strong connection with you and cared for you deeply, trying to hint in a discreet way their feelings for you to the public. 

Most fans has taken the relationship well, the rare few complaining that their beloved was stolen from them - but none had been as bold as the reporter tonight. 

“Your girlfriend is brave.” She says to Jin, Namjoon translating quickly as she speaks, “Showing up with her misfortunes on display like that - I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs at the end of her sentence trying to play off the insult as a joke. Namjoon freezes, not sure how to translate what the female reporter said, looking at her with a stern gaze. 

“I think this interview is over.” He says sternly, manager Se jin nodding quickly, guiding your group  further up the carpet to the next reporter waiting. Namjoon pauses for a minute before turning back to the stunned reporter. 

“She is brave.” He confirms. “She is braver than you will ever be, she has survived horrible illness and has recovered and she is free to be proud of her battle scars, I think you should really think about your remarks in the future.” Namjoon is nothing but professional, but all of you can see the way his body is coiled tight with anger. 

You send him a quick smile as he rejoins the group, continuing the evening as if nothing every happened. 

“I appreciate what you said.” You say softly as the body guards pull out your chair besides the leader, the two of you taking a seat at the table. Your hand reaches for Namjoon’s on the table giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, not wanting to give anyone time to snap a picture. 

“Anytime.” He jokes, the dimple on his cheek deepening as he sends you a bright smile. “I feel like we’re going to have some new headlines by the end of the night.” He sighs as he rubs his chin, the smile still not dropping from his face. 

“I’m sure everyone will find any footage of angry Joon as attractive  as I do.” You tease, smiling at the way the pink rises on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Finally.” You exclaim, glad for once your emotions aren’t the one on display, only to let out a long groan as your watch lets out a wail in alarm at your excitement, the group letting out howling laughs. 

This you could get used to.

[bts-0t-7]

Learning Flights | JHS

Pair: Hobi x reader 

Summary: Tour life can be difficult and even the strongest relationships can be broken down when one is overwhelmed. Your attempts to voice your concerns about Hobi’s well-being were quickly shot down by the man himself. 

Genre: Established relationship, angst, idol, BTS on world tour

WC: 1155

Hoseok has always been the sunshine of the group and an everlasting burning sun in your life. You have always loved his energy, optimism, and warm, infectious smile. You loved how he could always keep you on your toes and make you laugh. Not a single second with him ever turns boring.

And ARMY feels the same. 

During his tours and performances, fan meets and videos, it was always a memorable experience for them to remember. It was no different for the current world tour that they are on. The tour has been a whirlwind of excitement and energy, with Hobi’s performances leaving ARMY asking for more. But behind those dazzling lights and loud cheers, you could see that something had changed in his usually vibrant demeanour. 

From the packed schedules, late nights, and constant travel, you watched him struggle to keep up with appearances. You could see that the tour was starting to take a toll on him, fatigue creeping in almost after the performance finished. The underlying strain was leaving him more weary and irritable. And as usual, as his partner, you felt a deep concern for his well-being. Worried for him, you constantly try to check up on him but your attempts to voice your concerns have been mainly met with short, clipped responses or irritability. 

One evening, as you sat on the tour bus, the weight of the tension between you began to feel difficult to bear. Hoseok had barely slept the night before and they had rushed over right after the performances. Everybody’s luggage was a mess as nobody had much time to pack due to the packed schedules. You knew that his patience was wearing thin as he had snapped at you for simple questions and comments. 

It hurts to say, but it certainly stung. 

But you didn’t let it show on your face. You knew that he was exhausted and not feeling his best. You knew that it was difficult for him and he needed to save most of his energy for his fans during the concerts. You could understand, but it hurts.

When you finally dared to ask him again, you reached out to touch his hand, “Are you okay, Hobi?”

His response was sharper than usual, edged with frustration. “Can you stop asking me if I’m okay? I’m fine, okay? Can’t you just give me some goddamn space?”

His harsh words hung in the air and you recoiled, blinking back your tears. You quickly sank back into the seat and stared out at the window, feeling the distance grow between you. You were hurt by his reaction and the swooning fans outside the bus had no idea what was happening on the bus. Not wanting to irritate him any further, you smiled at the fans. You didn’t want to disrupt the harmonious image that they have of BTS. 

Slowly as the journey continues, you feel the distance between you grow. The weight of his words was pressing down on you and you weren’t sure how much longer you could bear the silence. After a while, far enough from the fans, you moved to the empty seat beside Jimin. 

Giving you a sympathetic smile, Jimin opened up the blanket and offered you some space. You settled beside him as he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a sense of silent reassurance. 

Just as you were about to fall asleep, Namjoon came over and sat down beside the both of you, occupying the seat that you sat on previously. He cast you a reassuring smile as he said, “I know Hoseok’s been a bit on edge recently, but it’s not your fault. He’s just tired and constant pressure can get to anyone.” 

You sighed in Jimin’s hold as you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. “I know. I just don’t want to bother him when he’s tired.”

Namjoon gave you a knowing look but nodded all the same. “Hobi will come around, don’t worry.”

The rest of the journey continued in sombre silence, the members feeling the tension on the bus and constantly sneaking glances at the both of you. Jimin’s body was like a furnace and with the cold air blasting right above the both of you, it was a nice temperature for a cuddle buddy. 

As the bus reached the next hotel, you waited for Hobi to step off before passing him his luggage. He looked worn out and weary, and for a moment, you hesitated. Placing down your hand that unintentionally reached out to him, you turned your back to him, deciding to retire in Jimin’s room today. The both of you were exhausted and having a conversation on what had happened now would not turn out nice. You hoped that Hoseok would come to you when he had some time to properly rest up and unwind. 

Settling down for the night, Jimin was ordering some food from the staff who were going down to the convenience stores. A knock on the door startled you, and when you opened it, you were surprised to find Hoseok standing there with red-rimmed, puffy eyes. “I’m sorry!” He swung into you, letting his full body weight onto your unsuspecting arms. 

Jimin was standing at the television console, looking like a deer in headlights as he observed the situation between the both of you. 

“I’m sorry! I know you meant well, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” Hobi sniffled. “Namjoon told me you were upset.”

He buried his face in your neck, sighing deeply. “I’m sorry I made you cry. I truly appreciate what you do for me, I really do! But… It’s just that sometimes when I get overwhelmed, I don’t always handle it well.”

You welcomed him into the room as you closed the door, giving Jimin a piece of dignity for his half-clothed body. Pulling Hobi into a comforting hug, you stroke his hair soothingly. “We all have our moments and I’ll always be here for you no matter what, okay? But it’s not healthy to bear everything yourself. That’s what I’m here for. Promise to tell me if anything is bothering you?”

Hobi nodded his head vigorously, arms coming around your waist to wrap you even closer. “I promise, promise. I love you.” 

You smiled, rocking the both of you from side to side as his cries turned to sniffles. 

You knew that the challenges of tour life can put a strain even on the strongest of relationships but you were certain that your love and willingness to communicate with each other will make it all worth it. 

“I love you too, Hobi.” 

You almost forgot Jimin was there until he made a gagging sound. “How long are you guys going to be at it? It’s making me feel painfully single.”

You chuckled.

“Please leave my room now that the both of you have reconciled. God, the tension was unbearable!”

[abloomingperiod]

will | jung hoseok

"can i ask you something?" hoseok's voice enters the room, his right hand scratching the back of his head and the other one on his hip. he was definitely still gathering his words.

"shoot it", you respond. then you look behind to make sure he's still there and he keeps looking like he's away from there, deep in his thought. "hobi?"

"you can't get weird about it."

"now that's a way to start", you scoff lightly, his eyes finally looking at you, as a quiet 'gimme a hand here'. you smile at him, "go on."

"...do you ever think about the future?"

you stop your hands from folding the pile of clothes gathered over the computer table of your room. whatever he was on, it seemed more interesting than your messy clothes.

"yeah. every day." you respond honestly, and stop for a second to pay attention to his figure.

his hair is a bit longer. not much, but enough for you to fell its dark, soft ends every time you reached for the back of his neck to scratch, massage and hold. he's got a bare face, puffy little cheeks and tiny bags under his eyes.

always not ass rested as he should be.

"uhm" he hums, eyes still on the ground and the same posture as he started his questioning. "and do you think about our future?"

you smile bigger at his low voiced question. after more than a year together, one would think you've been dating for less than 3 months, if judged by the way hoseok seems to go about things regarding your relationship sometimes.

you don't see it as a reason for anxiety, though. you find it quite adorable, in reality. he was never rushed, he was never pressuring, and he was always asking for your thoughts and checking your pace.

and as a payback, you make sure everything is okay. you make sure he knows just how good he is, and just how good things are.

a silent agreement, a quiet teamwork.

a self-made synchronized choreography of how you two want to dance the beautiful dance your relationship is.

"yeah. every day." you repeat yourself, sitting down in front of him on the bed, hands on your lap and eyes staring at his, that now, detach from the floor.

now, they look at you.

and you instantly feel warmer.

"and........what have you thought about?"

"well... dates, trips, events..."

"events?" he mirrors your last word, lightly narrowing his eyes.

"what do you want to know, hoseok?" you fold your arms, also narrowing your eyes.

he sighs heavily, and you reach for his left hand, caressing his fingers and stopping on his tiny, thin silver ring, which happens to be exactly like the one you got on your other hand, "you can tell me."

he looks at your fingers and gives your hand a light squeeze, upside curl appearing on his lips.

"have you ever thought about being more than boyfriend and girlfriend one day?" he says quietly, almost hard to catch your ear, but so soft and warm you swear you can feel it like a hug.

"of course i have" you answer matter-of-factly and eyes fully searching for his. just now, you realize you're still smiling, because your lips start to ache. you lessen them, but don't take your eyes off of the beautiful, warm face in front of you, "i think you would make an amazing husband."

and with these words, you realize you should slap yourslef in the face more every time you felt dramatic or too much into novels for picturing him in your honeymoon calling you his wife here and there for everybody that came along.

hoseok's face go through 5 stages of euphoria.

surprise. what just happened; disbelief. she must be joking. in that case, ouch; realization. she actually mouthed the proof that she does think about it. happiness. the girl i love thinks i would make a good- no, amazing husband. pure and utter bliss. she wants me to be one.

and every one of them has his eyebrows less and less furrowed as reality hits.

you do want him to be an amazing husband one day. your amazing husband.

"really?" he checks, and you roll your eyes so hard they could rol back into your skull.

"yes, hoseok, i've thought about being your wife. one day." you make sure to tell him - which is a smart thing to do. based on what's going inside hoseok's head right now, one would think his knee might just go to the floor. "i also might've thought about a honeymoon trip, a backyard to host barbecue parties on sundays, the whole picture. what makes you so surprised?" his hand now ceasing his mirrored caressing to a halt. "i don't know if you know it, but this doesn't seem like a casual friends to benefits type of stuff anymore, you know..." you playfully tell him, reminding of how everything started for a brief moment so he could come back to earth.

with that, you think he would just stare at you the way he never even tries and hide the sassy side of him.

but no.

he smiles wider. his eyes crinkle in the ends, and his teeth show so much you question is he is not aching like you were moments ago.

"you want that?" he asks you dumbfounded.

your hand squeezes his and reach it to your right cheek, rubbing softly and nuzzling it. you nod, eyes on his "all of that."

your tone only sends butterflies over his stomach. you say it as a fact. as something that is in the books, on the news, billboards and journals all around the city.

of course you want all of that.

"if you want it too", you say. now, it's your time to check.

and hoseok snaps.

his arms suddenly wrap around your waist and he is throwing you figure on the bed, his smile only growing wider at the high-pitched scream that comes out of your mouth with the action.

his lips find your neck, leaving warm, slow kisses as his forehead touches the side of your head. you feel his hair on your fingers, and you remind yourself mentally just how much you love this hair length on him. this hair, him in a tuxedo.

you are sure you look like a fool with the face you're making as he places your on top of his body, hands holding your waist and eyes glued to yours.

"i will do everything i can to have that."

and you will to.

you promise him you will.

you will. he will. you will.

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober 2024

I likely won't get a full roster this year, but I'll get some things out for you all. Fics to be added to the list once they're close enough to completion that I know they'll be done in time. They will be uploaded to my patreon upon completion, so if you don't want to wait and there is a (date) on the right side of the fic then go check it out exclusively on my patreon. Thank you guys for being so patient and considerate of me.

Loosen Up My Buttons - Seventeen Woozi - Rival office coworks au (9/17/2024)

Red Lights -NCT Yuta - Street Racer Au (9/18/24)

A Secretary's Secret - Oneus Leedo - Drabble - Boss/Secretary Au (9/18/24)

First For Forever - Woodz - Marriage Au (9/22/24)

In Bed Series- Wonho (9/22/24)

Focus - NCT - Jaemin - Established Relationship Drabble (9/23/24)

Stripper Series - Got7 -Jinyoung (9/29/24)

Idol As Your S/O NSFW Ver - EXO - Suho (10/2/24)

Sugar Daddy Series - BTS - JHope (10/2/24)

Hair Ties - Stray Kids - Hyunjin - Historical Au (10/4/24)

Doll - NCT - Taeyong ft. Jeno - Drabble (9/23/24)

In Bed Series - Seventeen - Mingyu (10/3/24)

Stripper Series - Seventeen - Dino (10/6/24)

Something Sannie - Ateez - San - Drabble (10/6/24)

Sexy Mind - Pentagon - Hui - Drabble (10/12/24)

Idol As Your S/O NSFW Ver - Got7 - Jackson (10/12/24)

Sugar Daddy Series - WayV - Hendery (10/12/24)

Such A Switch - Oneus - Hwangwoong - Drabble (10/17/24)

Loosen Up - TXT - Yeonjun - Drabble (10/17/24)

In Bed Series - EXO - DO (10/19/24)

Stripper - Got7 - Youngjae (10/19/24)

Seduction - EXO - Sehun - Drabble (10/21/24)

Easy Nights Back - MosntaX - IM - Drabble (10/21/24)

Idol As Your S/O NSFW Ver - Pentagon - Wooseok (10/22/24)

Sugar Daddy Series - BTS - Jungkook (10/22/24)

Stripper Series - SF9 - Chani (10/25/24)

Idol As Your S/O NSFW ver -Monsta X - Hyungwon (10/26/24)

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Mouse - Yunho

[bangtanwritershq]

BangtanWritersHQ Presents: "Hope Right Here” Masterlist

For February 2023, we put together a collection of fics to celebrate our Sunshine Prince Jung Hoseok's birthday! We asked our members to share with us all of their Hobi-centric stories, so that we could share them with you! If you are in a Hobi mood(or let's be honest, any form he takes be it Hobi, j-hope, Hoseok, Jay, etc), this masterlist is for you! In this post you'll find fics from our network members that feature Hobi as the main character with various AU types and tropes! Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes)

✅ - sfw (no warnings)

💖 - smut

⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Box of Chocolates | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: College AU | Exes to Lovers, Smut, Angst Rating: MA WC: 15,093

🔞 💖 RED | @bluewhale52 [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: idol AU , supernatural AU, established relationship, Smut Rating: MA WC: 6,466

✅ JHope Imagine (Wattpad) | LovePJM101395 [1/1] Pairing: j-hope x OC AU Type: Idol AU | fluffy diary drabble Rating: PG WC: 736

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Bloom | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1]  Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader (Bloom) AU Type: ex’s to lovers | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 6,230

🔞 💖 ⚠️ In A World Full of Roses | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1]  Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU Type: hurt/comfort | light smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 1,300

🔞 ⚠️ Rather Be | @hisunshiine [1/1]  Pairing: dancer!hobi x dancer!named reader AU Type: college au | angst, fluff Rating: PG-13 WC: 4,353

🔞 💖 Taste | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: dom!Hoseok x Reader ft Yoongi AU Type: Established Relationship | implied threesome Rating: MA WC: 502

✅ Universal Language | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader (JHS Pov) AU Type: Established Relationship Rating: G WC: 494

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Worn By Salt and Sway | @ffion451 [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU Type: Fisherman!Hobi | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 11,703

🔞 💖 ⚠️ The Step Back (Ao3) | @mrsparkjimin18​ [1/1] Pairing: RetiredDancer!Hoseok x Reader AU Type: Strangers to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 3,633

🔞 💖 Sweet Promise | @7deadlysinsfics​ [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: Established Relationship | pwp, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 2,788

🔞 💖 Helping Hands | @m-yg93​ [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: Friends With Benefits | pwp, smut,bffs Rating: MA WC: 6,023

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

[jaykayblr]

[ 10:00pm ] - [ Jung Hoseok ]

89 : Dancing in the rain

93 : Kissing in the rain and getting soaked.

[ Requested by anon ]

Pairing : Reader × Hoseok

Genre : fluff, established relationship, dancing in the rain, kissing.

Prompt : your boyfriend makes your day a thousand times better.

Word count : 432 [ Unedited ]

Taglist’s open, send in an ask.

Note : I am sorry for taking soooo long to finish this. 👉👈😔

Sitting near the window pane, you could faintly hear the steady drumming of the rain drops on the window. The air in your bedroom had turned chilly. You instinctively tugged your blanket closer to your body to create warmth. It had been a rough day. Your boss was being an absolute jerk and had been constantly eating your brain off. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped under your soft blanket, in the arms of your boyfriend.

The soft knocking against the window made you flinch. But you soon relax as you see your boyfriend smiling at you. You slowly shift closer towards the window.

“What are you doing outside? Come in! It’s raining!” you raise your voice so as to make yourself audible.

“Come out!” hoseok yelled and motioned with his hands for you to come out.

Perplexed, you look at him and go “it’s raining!”

“Come out!” he yelled again.

You give up and pull the blankets off yourself. You walk towards the door with an umbrella in your hand.

The first thing you notice when you step outside your house is that your boyfriend is completely drenched. You run towards him with your umbrella - only for him to snatch it out of your hand and throw it away.

You almost scowled at him. But he pulled ityou in the rain - drenching you as well.

“Hoseo-” you started but he cut you off.

“Ssshh, just relax” he said and pulled you closer towards him.

He started swaying his hips urging you to do the same. The rain poured on you and him. He turned you around as a smile made its way to your lips. You couldn’t resist him and his contagious personality. He somehow always knew how to make you smile and feel better after a long day. It was as if only his presence would make your day a thousand times better.

He pulled you closer again and connected his forehead with yours. You could swear you could picture his wide smile as you closed your eyes. For the next few minutes you both were just moving your bodies against each other, getting drenched in the rain.

It was natural how your lips connected with his as you tugged his shirt towards yourself. He smiled softly as he kissed you back. His right hand gently circled around your waist as his left hand moved itself to your cheeks. He kissed you patiently - taking his own sweet time to nibble at your lips. His kiss reminded you of the happiness in your life - him.

[luumiinaa]

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a full circle story, they meet at uni and continue life together facing life challenges together 🥺💗

*skip the smut if that makes you uncomfortable, because the drabbles delve into their family-dynamics 🙌🏼

Run Little Rabbit Masterpost

; Wolf shifter!Hoseok x Rabbit shifter!Reader

; Genre: Angst, smut, fluff

; Synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?

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Main Series:

Run Little Rabbit

Daddy’s Little Peanut (no smut)

Big Bad Wolf

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Drabbles

Choices

Concerns

A Wish Fulfilled

Grief

[babeejeon]

hello my love. Can I please request “I’m not buying ikea furniture again.” with Hobi please? i love you xx

A/N: Hiiii love, thank you for requesting. This is not the best but I hope you enjoy it~

- Jung Hoseok fluffy drabble-

Prompt: “I am not buying Ikea furniture again.”

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He parked the car and stopped the engine. You eagerly unfasten your seatbelt and was about to open the door but he held your wrist.

“Wait! We need to make an agreement before we enter.” He said. You looked at his eyes curiously.

“An agreement? What are you talking about, babe?” you asked.

“I AM NOT BUYING IKEA FURNITURE AGAIN!” he said loudly while closing his eyes tightly. But what he was hoping to avoid was coming rapidly.

“What do you mean Hobi~?” you dwelled on the ‘Hobi’ part and your pout was evident in your voice. He sighed and opened his eyes. He held both of your hands.

“Remember the last time when we bought that simple cupboard.” He said and you laughed at the memories.

“How can you laugh? Don’t you remember how much we suffered while assembling?” he looked offended and you laughed more at his reaction.

“I clearly remember, it was fun.” You said.

“If you find ‘staying all night to assemble the pieces but not progressing a little bit’ as fun, then I have no words.” He said and showed his signature pout.

“Oh wait, I didn’t even mention the part when we had to call Jungkook to help us and he teased me all damn month.” He added quickly. You giggled and he shot you a look.

He was right about the story. You bought a cupboard from Ikea and after the delivery of the package, you struggled all day and night, but couldn’t assemble the pieces. You both fall asleep on the carpet while trying to put pieces together. Next morning you woke up with aching muscles and after your big effort of trying to convince your boyfriend during breakfast to asking help from Jungkook, you called him and he was kind enough to help. With his help, you assembled it in less than an hour. When you thanked him, he laughed away but next few days he teased you as much as he can.

“But we have a memory to laugh now.” You said with a smile, but he was still pouting.

“I am not laughing.” He said. You hold your laugh and hold your pinkie against him.

“Okay, I promise we won’t. Let’s go and enjoy our time.” You said and locked your pinkies.

As cliché as it sounds, it was one of your favourite activities with Hoseok to have dates in Ikea. In the early stages of your relationship, you drive to Ikea and dreamed while running around the aisles. Bouncing on the sofas to test how comfy they are, showing each other photo frames and asking if it will look good in your living room while you both live in your separate houses. You would even imagine how it would be when you move in together on your way back. Ikea dates were special for you and Hoseok.

You walked hand in hand and choose some stuff from the aisles. It was fun, just like the first times; you two were joking and time to time pecking each other’s lips. That was until you spot a coffee table which will fit your living room in the most beautiful way.

“Babe?” you asked as if you were hypnotised by the beauty of the coffee table. He hummed in response.

“That coffee table..” you pointed at the coffee table. He first looked at the coffee table, then you and he sighed.

“But you promised?” he asked despite knowing he can’t resist your puppy eyes.

“But it would look beautiful in our living room, right in front of our television. Imagine it, we will put our hot chocolates on rainy days, we will eat instant ramen while binge-watching our favourite kdramas.” You were starting your attack.

“But..” you cut his words.

“And I think we can assemble without Kook’s help, this is a very simple piece.” You said while showing him an innocent look.  “Pleaseeee, baby please???” you asked while pouting.  He nodded in defeat.

“You are the best!” you said while planting his face several kisses.

PS: You couldn’t assemble the pieces again, but this time called Namjoon instead, hehehe!

[ratedbangtann]

"𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫!" | 𝙃𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙠 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝...

                          Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Word count: 3.5k Warnings: angry sex, rough sex, spitting, dirty talk, degradation, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, for the love of god...), a hint of consensual non-consent??, very little lubrication, breath deprivation/choking.

a/n: Everything in this fic is consensual. Yes, this is angry sex. Yes, it's spur of the moment. But please know that if y/n had ever wanted Hoseok to stop what he was doing, she would just need to tell him, and he would. Thank you. Enjoy.

                      "You can be such an asshole sometimes," you huffed, slamming the kitchen cupboards in the hunt for whichever saucepan you needed to make the dinner you begrudgingly decided to make for Hoseok and yourself.

"Me? You've been acting like a little bitch for days. What is it, PMS?" he yelled angrily.

At this point, neither of you knew what you were fighting about. Hoseok had done something wrong, you were sure of that, but frankly you had no idea what it was. It had been so long since, but you were still stewing, just from the cockiness and sheer arrogance he protruded. His 'can do no wrong' impression of himself was pissing you off beyond belief.

"Ever think to ask why, Hoseok? Hmm? No, of course not. You never do anything wrong; nothing is ever your fault... Prince fucking Hoseok is right again," you spat, slamming the saucepan onto the stove to fill with the chicken stock you had already made up in a jug.

"What is your problem? Is it 'cause I've been working so much again? You know there's nothing I can do about that, y/n..." It always came back to this. No, it was never the reason. Sure, it sucked; but you never got mad about it, never got pissy. There was no need; you kept yourself busy and he was living his dream. You'd always supported that.

You just rolled your eyes at him, pushing past him to collect the jug of chicken stock to pour into the pan.

"When have I ever used that against you?" you retorted. "Never. I have never said that."

"You don't need to say it, your attitude says it all," he raised his voice at you and immediately your defences went up.

"Attitude? I didn't fucking do anything, Hoseok! You come home every day fucking moody as shit with me after preaching to the damn world that you're 'they're hope', but you act like such a-" you were interrupted by the slam of the kitchen door. Hoseok had left, storming off to the bedroom in a fit of rage. You'd attacked his philosophy, his mantra; was that too far?

Possibly, but you couldn't even entertain the idea that you had done anything wrong right now. Not when he acted the way he did with you. So instead, you ignored the situation and focussed on cooking, whether he was going to eat it with you or not. He at least couldn't throw in your face that you hadn't made him any food...

Like the stew on the boil, your anger bubbled away and festered deep in you. How dare he treat you like shit every damn day and then blame you? At first you had thought it was simply frustration from work, but it never usually carried on this long. Hobi loved what he did, and he was so disgustingly optimistic that it threw you to see him in a constant state of agitation.

"Dinner!" You yelled into the open, setting the bowls of stew down across from each other at the table. You heard movement upstairs, footsteps on the landing and down the steps as he stomped down them, clearly still reeling.

You sat in your seat and started your food, completely ignoring his presence when he dropped into the chair in front of you wordlessly. You didn't even look up, only knowing it would piss him off more. If there was one thing Hoseok hated, it was being ignored.

So that's exactly what you did. You tucked into your stew, eyes never bothering to wonder even a little to look up at Hoseok sat opposite you. You looked unbothered; not pissed off, not upset, not completely heartbroken like he had hoped you would be, just a little bit, but completely and utterly indifferent.

If he were to compare you to anything, he'd say you were acting like a mother in a supermarket who was sick and tired of her child having a tantrum, still going about her daily errands with the screams and stomps of a toddler behind her.

It enraged him.

He stared at you, eyes boring into the top of your head. His pupils dilated, his irises a deeper shade of chocolate than that of a calm Hoseok. If looks could kill, you'd have been face-first in your bowl, life drained out of you. Perhaps if you looked into his eyes right now, it would have the same effect as Medusa herself.

As he watched you eat, occasionally lifting a spoonful of broth to his own mouth, his anger only grew. How could you ignore him like this? Hadn't you been upset at all? Did it not bother you that he was pissed off?

He wanted a rise out of you, and he was getting nothing back.

He started tapping his fingers on the table, annoyingly so. He was doing anything he could to get a reaction now, pathetically trying his hardest to annoy you further. But you let it slide, like water off a duck's back.

He could feel his face getting hotter, his eye starting to twitch. You remained indifferent.

Hoseok gave up on eating his food, instead he leaned on the table by his elbows, his spoon dangling between his fingers as he watched you intently. He chewed his bottom lip until it was sore, the flesh throbbing and red.

Suddenly he dropped his spoon to the table, making your shoulders jump a little at the clatter of metal on wood but you still never looked up. You just sipped on another mouthful of stew, slipping into what you could only describe as feeling absolutely tiny; threatened, almost.

He ran his hands through his hair and sat forward, leaning on both elbows with his hands clasped tightly together, thumb sticking out as he bit on the nail. He needed a reaction out of you; that little jump at the noise he made was not enough, it would never be enough.

The fury bubbled and brewed and rose inside him, tipping him over the edge until eventually, he snapped.

Suddenly, he slammed his forearms on the table, his fists colliding with the wood making the cutlery and crockery laid out clatter and jump under the force. You looked up at him immediately, eyes wide and heart racing at his outburst. He was never like this, never got this angry... The expression on his face was one of menace, looking at you as if he hated you with every fibre of his being. He had managed to wind himself up so much that he exploded beyond what he ever had with you.

"FUCK this!" he yelled, with another final punch to the table as he stood up so quickly, kicking his chair back so hard it fell and hit the wall behind him. He strode around the table to where you sat as you looked at him with a terrified expression on your face. You weren't sure what he was going to do, but of course, you trusted him to never do anything that would ever hurt or frighten you for real.

Hoseok was a master of intimidation and you expected him simply to hover over you and demand an apology, but not tonight. He didn't want that.

Instead he kicked the leg of your chair to angle you toward him, swiped the almost empty bowl of stew and the cutlery accompanying it until it fell off the table and slotted his hands under your arms to pick you up, practically throwing you onto the wooden surface.

"Hoseok, what are you-?" you started but he clamped his hand over your mouth, leaning into hover less than an inch away from your face, your noses so close to touching.

"Shut up," he demanded. "Your attitude is pissing me off, y/n. I've fucking had enough of it." He dropped his hand from your mouth and fumbled to grip onto your thighs, exposed by the rise of the skirt of your dress. He pushed his hands up slowly, forcing you to widen them so he could slot himself between them, bringing himself closer to you.

A thrill ran through you, your hands gripping onto Hoseok's wrists where he held the tops of your thighs.

"I don't have a fucking attitude," you spat, pushing him to his limit. He smiled evilly, his eyes darkening significantly.

"Oh yes you do... And you know what I'm gonna do?" You tilted your chin up a little, urging him to continue. "I'm gonna fuck that attitude right out of you," he growled. Before your body or your mind had any time to react, Hoseok was grabbing your hips and violently dragging them to the edge of the table.

Under your skirt, he ripped the material of your panties so the remnants hung around your thigh, still not completely torn off; that wasn't his concern. He just needed access.

His hands moved so quickly they could have blurred before your eyes, pulling the zipper of his jeans down and popping the button, shoving the denim down with his briefs until they were pulled taught against his thighs. His cock hovered so close to your heat, you wanted it so badly but you knew you weren't ready.

In the absence of foreplay your body didn't have the time to catch up and prepare you for any kind of penetration. It aggravated you more, knowing you needed him.

Apparently, Hoseok had already thought that through. He hocked back a glob of saliva, ducking his head to spit it onto your pussy, pushing his fingers against you to swirl it around. You had to take a deep breath to stop yourself from reacting aloud; watching him preparing you so dirtily would have had you dripping naturally if it weren't happening all so fast.

He'd only ever spat on you once before – with your permission – when he was about to devour your pussy completely, but that was not the purpose of this today. He spat another glob into his free hand, working it along his shaft until he was satisfied that the both of you were lubed enough to proceed.

He grabbed your hips again, his hands still wet and sloppy and lined himself up with your pussy, forcing himself into you. Yes, it burned. Yes, you could have been more prepared. But in the heat of the moment, you just didn't give a shit. If you had stopped him or told him to wait, he would have; there was enough trust in your relationship to know that. But you didn't stop him, you didn't want to.

With the anger coursing through the both of you still, the pain added to the experience. Angry, hot, hate sex was exactly what you fucking needed; both of you.

So when he wasted no time in pulling out of you just to thrust back in with a grunt, you squeezed your eyes shut, bit your lip and forced back a moan that was bubbling in your throat.

A few more harsh, fast thrusts of Hoseok's hips against yours had the burning stretch fading away and that wonderful full feeling taking over instead. His fingers dug into your hips, sure to leave little bruises and crescent moon shapes where his nails poked into the flesh.

His jaw clenched with every thrust, a grunt with each slap of his pelvis against yours. He wasn't sparing any aggression, using you as a way to let it all out, rampant and completely overpowering. He stared down at his cock moving in and out of you, watching the way your pussy dragged him back in and feeling your walls clenching around him. He loved this view; it turned him into a rabid dog, practically foaming at the mouth.

But you wanted him to look at you. You wanted him to see the anger in your face, the rage still burning in you. You knew it would be adding fuel to the fire and that was your exact intention.

You reached forward with one hand, fisting it in his t-shirt and pulling him forward, his face hovering inches from yours. He looked up at you immediately, his brow creased and nose scrunched up in the way he often did when he was angry, or when he hit a particular beat in his choreography.

"What is it, huh? Not fucking you hard enough? Not pounding your dirty little pussy enough?" he taunted, lifting one of his hands to tangle in the hair at the base of your neck, holding onto a fistful of it to pull your head back and expose your neck to him. "You want it harder?"

That was it; you couldn't hold it in anymore. The pleasure of his thrusts, the harshness of his words, the anger in his tone all proved too much to handle and finally, you let out the first of many long, drawn out moans. He smirked at the noise, never letting his hips falter but the grip on your hair tightened which elicited a whine from you, your hand flying up to wrap around his wrist.

You had no problem being fucked like this, no issue with Hoseok letting his anger out like this because it was having the same therapeutic effect on you, and good lord, it felt so good.

"Look at you, huh? All that bitching and moaning and you can't even string together a fucking sentence now," he mocked, before he leaned in and attacked your neck with sloppy kisses, teeth nipping at the skin and biting down every so often.

The heat between your thighs grew and grew and now, your own arousal was spilling onto Hoseok's cock, still thrusting into you without mercy. Hoseok could feel it; the warmth, the wetness... It was driving him wild. His cock was throbbing inside you with need and frankly, you both knew that neither of you were going to last much longer.

"W-why do you... always act, like... like such a... jerk?" you spluttered, not caring that you were only pissing him off more; both of you loved it.

"You gonna talk back to me, huh? Really? In this position? I don't know if you're brave or just fucking stupid," he hissed, pulling his lips from your neck and his hand from your hair only to wrap it around your throat and force you to look at him again.

He pressed his forehead to yours, staring menacingly into your eyes and watching as they fell hooded with lust and pleasure, the orgasm stirring in your groin distracting you. You could feel his fingers tightening around your throat, pressing down on those crucial points to limit your air supply, only to cut it off completely.

You tried to grasp for breath, but nothing. You held onto his wrist, feeling the tendons in it hard and unmoving as he fucked into you and held you so damn tight in his hands. Tears pricked at your eyes but you never took them from Hoseok's, letting him stare into your very soul with his tongue sticking out of his mouth and teeth bared to you.

"You gonna cum, huh? Can feel it; you're pulsing on me. Do it, fucking cum..." he commanded and that was all you needed to send you soaring to new heights.

It hit you like a runaway train on a track, shockwaves ricocheting through you just as Hoseok's grip on your throat fell away completely. You dragged in as much oxygen as your lungs would allow, forcing a dizziness on you that only added to the euphoric feeling and rushing endorphins through your system.

Your pussy clenched impossibly tight on Hoseok and he found himself barely able to move, forcing his cock to drag out of you but that drag was ultimately what was going to bring him to his end too.

You went slack in his arms, head lolling back but he wouldn't have it. He held your head up with one hand, the other behind your back to keep you upright but his hips never stopped moving, despite having to find a new rhythm to work to with how tightly your walls were clenching him over and over again.

Your arms hung by your side, too weak to move, like all the energy had been drained from you. Your eyes had rolled into the back of your head and try as he might, he couldn't manage to get you to look at him.

"Hey! Hey, y/n... look at me..." he encouraged, all anger and harshness completely void in his tone. His hips still moved as furiously as they could and his grip on you didn't loosen, but he spoke much softer now, dragging you back from the bliss you had succumbed to.

When you finally looked back to him, you saw his brow still creased, sweat dripping from the end of his nose. His chest heaved and huffed with every deep breath he had to take.

"That's it, good girl. Look at me, y/n. Watch me..." he instructed, so close to his own end. You clenched on him again, using whatever reserves of strength you could find to bring him to his high too.

He pushed his forehead to yours again, groaning like some kind of animal as finally, he hit his orgasm too. Warmth spilled inside of you, his cock twitching as his movements stuttered. His breath felt so hot on your face as he let his groans and grunts out, still trying his best to move his hips and ride out his high until he was completely empty.

You could feel a stickiness between your legs as he pulled out of you now that he was softening. You felt dirty, you felt used but above all you felt satisfied and relieved.

Hoseok hovered above you, forehead still pressed to yours as the two of you caught your breath. He held you in place still, never letting your weak little body fall.

"Hobi..." you whined, using hit pet name for the first time in over a week. It made him soften up completely, all tension releasing from his body as he looked up into your eyes to see them glistening, close to tears. Your bottom lip trembled, and you honestly felt like you were going to break down.

The last week or two had been horrendous; you hated fighting with Hobi but the two of you were just so stubborn you couldn't back down and admit when you were in the wrong. It was a trait you shared and every so often, it would be an obstacle you had to overcome.

"Shh, I'm here baby, I'm here..." he pulled you to him, letting you bury your head into his neck and grip onto his t-shirt, the first of many soft little sobs escaping your chest. "Hey, don't cry... I've got you," he reassured, stroking your hair and peppering soft kisses to the side of your head.

"Don't... wanna fight," you sobbed into his neck.

"Me neither... I'm so sorry, baby. I was an asshole, there was no need for it," he admits and honestly, a weight lifted from your shoulders. You nodded against him, clinging on.

"I was a bitch too..." you confessed.

"Doesn't matter. I'm sorry, baby. I'm so, so sorry..." you pushed off his chest to sit up, looking up at him. He also had tears threatening to fall in his eyes, his features far softer now than they had been a few moments ago.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trailed his fingers along your jawline to where your bottom lip pouted outward a little. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours with gentility, planting a sweet and lingering kiss to them.

"I love you..." he mumbled, almost ashamed of himself. He sounded small and hoped that you would accept the smallest of declarations that he could give to you in this moment. But he did feel ashamed of himself; for making you feel like this, for taking his frustrations out on you when there was no need for it, and nothing you had done had contributed to it in the slightest.

"I love you too, Hobi..." you leaned forward to press your lips to his again, just briefly. "Need a shower..." you whined, still very aware of the stickiness between your thighs that was starting to dry.

Hoseok took a step back, letting go of you to pull his jeans back up his hips and just do up the button, leaving the fly down. He'd be taking them off again shortly anyway. Scooping you up in his arms, he carried you upstairs to the bathroom so that he and he alone could take you into the shower, clean you off and spend the rest of the evening taking care of the girl he loved so dearly.

He had a lot of making up to do, and this is where he was going to start.

[ratherbefangirling]

Blue Side

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Idol AU, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship. Sprinkles of Angst.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Sometimes being JHope is hard. So he chooses to become your boyfriend and reflects on your relationship so far.

Hoseok was Tired. Exhausted. Stuck.

As satisfying tours were they left him feeling empty at times. The sadness was probably because all his endorphins were exhausted. He loved his job there was nothing to say about that really. The dancing, the music, his members, army everything he couldn't imagine a life that wasn't this.

Still he needed to feel grounded. He couldn't go to his family because they worried too much as he tossed out all the stress he'd accumulated in his down time and the members were in the same boat as him and it didn't feel right to focus about these transient feelings when there were things that needed to be done, issues that needed to be solved.

Maybe that's why he had found you and then kept you, despite the danger of a scandal that loomed over like a dark cloud.

Meeting you had been pure luck. Due to the odd timings of his job he opted for distant learning. You were in the same course as him. All his classmates and teachers had to sign an NDA. He had missed a lot of classwork and had asked the professor for help. The professor had led him to you.

Why did you help me, y/nie.

Because and don't laugh at me.. I thought you were Cute.

Oh our precious y/nie.

Oppa!!

Teaching him he admits was no easy task. He was a good dancer, rapper and singer. Sometimes referred to as the golden hyung in his team but studying was never his cup of tea. Still you worked hard to explain to him, to send him your personal notes, even agreeing to teach him in person before a big quiz.

Hoseok couldn't control his nerves. His manager was waiting outside the cafe for your arrival. The sound of the door opening alerted him to your arrival. He liked your neat and pretty style. You were dressed casually except for your earrings which complemented your outfit but stood out.

"Good morning Hoseok ssi." You say and he is enamoured by your voice.

"Y/n ssi thank you for agreeing to teach me."

"Don't worry about it it gave me a chance to get out of my house and haven't you heard of the saying one learns by teaching."

The next few hours were spent going through the text material. Both of you had some cafe specials. You even insisted on paying for your food but he said it was only fair he paid since you were here on his request to which you ultimately agreed.

You smiled at him brightly. And that was the first strike.

His logical brain bolted out.

Soon those meetings increased though inconsistencies and sporadic until the course was coming over and he didn't want it to be the last time you both met.

Can I.. I mean to say... if its alright with you let's hang out huh. See each other if we're free.

Later He'd confess to Jimin and Jimin would roll over the floor laughing.

"Hyung that's now how to you talk to a girl.. let alone one you like."

"I'm not. I don't know ok. The only girl I've really talked to is Noona and our Staff."

"Poor hyung." Jimin says still clutching his stomach.

Hoseok enters your house with the spare key you've given him. Putting it in the keybowl near the entrance over the shoe rack from which he takes out his slippers. It's a small one bedroom apartment. The balcony door is left open. He rushes to close it. You had a habit of opening the doors to your balcony.

To let the natural air come in. You claimed.

There is a new knitted woolen blanket on the sofa. He wonders if you bought it or made it. You had told him you wanted to make something. Last time he went to tour you'd embroidered two cusion covers. Your hobbies were vast and ever changing. It reminded him of Jungkook.

He goes to the kitchen. The unwashed pile is huge and the trash is left overflowing from the bin. He sighs. Often times you'd neglect doing the work and he had to remind you of it. Sometimes your phone calls consisted of you cleaning the house while he worked or talked about his work. The first few times He'd been offended that you'd do housework as he talked to you.

You'd explained later post argument that you felt grounded by his presence. That staring at computer screens all day hurt your eyes so it literally caused tears to look at the screen continuously. Doing the chores allowed you to look away for long enough that it wouldn't end up hurting your eyes.

Your bedroom is both better and worse. Your bed is unmade. The members had made him immune to this. Your closet was clean and sorted but your laundry chair was filled to the brim. There were sticky notes everywhere on the walls but more obvious was the latest wall painting you'd done just after you both confessed your feelings.

Love is Hope.

You had put strings on top of the writing and stuck the pictures he'd taken of you from his polaroid camera. There were pictures of food you ate together. His hands in yours. The pic of your shoes when you'd matched. Some silhoute pictures. On top of which was your hope world poster he'd signed for you. It was his favourite wall in the house.

Today though he didn't look much at it and simply dived into your bed and got under the covers. He didn't need you to be there to be comforted. The proof of your existence alone was enough.

You spotted Hoseok's shoes as you entered the house. The lights were off which meant he was sleeping. You turned on the mood lighting that had actually been a gift from your boyfriend. After changing clothes you decided to tackle the dishes which were piling up. You also defrosted the chicken you planned to cook today.

You were seasoning the chicken when Hobi came out of the bed and wrapped his arm around you.

"Hello Cutie." He said.

"Hi boyfie." You replied not looking up yet.

The room was cooler than the bed and goosebumps arose on his skin. He stuck closer to you to steal your body heat.

"Let me put this in the oven then I will come out. Do you want something to drink." You say.

"I will take it myself. Come soon." He says and opens the fridge. The jar of fresh orange juice is filled. You probably freshly squeezed it for him because you know how he avoids packaged juices because of his diet.

When he's more awake he will make a salad to accompany the meat for dinner he thinks. You busy yourself in grinding ingredients to make a good gravy to accompany the roast. You take out the pan add a little oil and add the ingredients, cook it a little before adding water and letting it simmer.

"Remind me to check it in 20 minutes." You tell Hobi and he nods and puts a timer on his phone. He had been looking for a movie to watch and now you takeover the job as he looks through his messages. There aren't many just some of the members sending jokes and things. Couple messages from their music director and a message from his mother asking how he was doing. He replies to his mother's message and then concentrates on being there in the now.

"There's literally no movie which looks like fun." You whine. Hoseok continues scrolling wordlessly "We could watch an English one." You joke.

You had learned English because of your job in the embassy. Joking that if you got tired enough of the long distance you would accompany him on tour as their official translator. Or if you got caught by the fans they could fight rumors by saying you were just his tutor. You had pulled out an incredibly cheesy 'Come be my teacher' at him and laughed so hard. He didn't think you were funny and he let you know. You just asked him to cheer up and thankfully didn't make that joke again.

Strike two

But never in a million life times would he admit that he found it cute.

Sometimes when he thought about it he admired your courage in dating him with all the risks and limitations. What he appreciated the most was you treated him as him you never underplayed his job but you did not focus on it either. He has met a lot of people who cannot focus past the JHope and that is a terrible spot in any of his personal relationships.

Hoseok stretches to move his stiff muscles.

"Do you need me to take out the massager." You ask as your hand finds a way to massage his stiff shoulders.

"My body is stretched. Nothing new it needs time to go to its normal state."

"Alright." The timer rings." My time has come." You say and go back to see your gravy.

Hoseok joins you and makes salad and toasts a couple of bread slices you like to have with the roast.

"Taste test." You say bringing a spoon towards him.

He opens his mouth and sips, humming thoughtfully. "It's good."

You also take out a small piece of chicken and try shredding it. Dipping it in the gravy you taste it. It needs a bit more time.

"You want French fries." You ask.

"Yes." He says after some thought.

"Finally I get to try an airfryer." You tell him. " I hope it's good."

You read the instruction manual once more as Hoseok takes out fries from your freezer.

The majority of the cooking behind you, you both wind down on the sofa. One of your playlists playing in the background.

Jimin calls him, he's the only member who knows about you for now other than Namjoon who knew he had a girlfriend but nothing more than that.

"Hello Hobi Hyung, hello Y/n-ssi " he greets as he sees you in Hoseok's background.

"Hello Jimin-ssi all good?" You ask.

"Yes yes... how are you enjoying your day off hyung?"

"Nothing much I slept earlier and now I'm going to have the roasted chicken y/n is cooking."

"Lucky you. I just started another diet so nothing but salad for dinner." Jimin informs.

"Is it that or are you too lazy to wash dishes."

"Ahh hyuung." Jimin whines cutely. "Atleast don't ruin my reputation in front of Y/n."

There's movement in Jimin's background which alerts Hoseok.

"Who is it?" Hobi asks.

"It's ggukie." Jimin replies then proceeds to talk with Jungkook. "Ok hyung I will talk to you later." He says before hanging up.

He looks up and you've finished laying the table but you lie collapsed on the sofa.

"Come let's eat. Also wash up before you eat because you won't shower after eating." Hobi says.

"Oppa at least you could be nice when you come visit me after months of not seeing each other."

Hobi sobers immediately.

"I..am ... I didn't mean it that way."

"It's fine. I will take a quick shower then." You say and march towards the bathroom.

Hoseok plugs the hairdryer. So that he could help you dry your hair. Hopefully he won't tangle them like he did last time.

You are out in half an hour. Drying your hair with a towel. You smile as you see Hoseok ready with the hairdryer.

"No need to do it Hobi Oppa. You're tired too."

"Never tired for my girlfriend." he says.

And you giggle. Your heart flutters every time he calls you his girlfriend.

You sit infront of the mirror and look at him as he dries your hair carefully. His face in fierce concentration makes you want to coddle him.

Once he's done you both sit together to eat.

Before there is a bite in his mouth his phone rings again and you frown. You don't like it when he's being interrupted while eating.

The only reason Hoseok picks up is because it's Namjoons call and it usually means business

"Hoba? Yes So there's a new choreographer and I'm struggling with the changes in choreography and I hate to bother you on your day off but I think we need to call a group meeting on this."

"Fine we'll do that but I'm busy right now let's talk later."

"Are you at home?"

"No I'm not at my parents house."

"So at you're girlfriend's which I'm not supposed to know about."

".... yes."

"Must be cool. She must be happy you're back from tour. I think I need some tips. How does she manage a secret long distance relationship with a workaholic. Anyhow I won't take more of your time. See you whenever. Goodnight."

"Yeah. Goodnight."

Namjoons words ring in his head as he watches you eat infront of him. You're pretty , he thinks. You have a decent job. You're kind and funny. You could easily be dating a decent guy who didn't hide you from the world, instead you ended with him.

It was a tough conversation to have knowing he was the one who pursued you . He had discussed with you or rather told you that it was going to be a secret and if it got out then he'd choose his career over you.

Now that he thinks about it. How cruel had he been. Logically it was right. Practically that would be for the best for both of you.

He wasn't a romantic person by nature. Nor a thrill seeking one. Out of his members he was the least likely to be in the situation he'd ended up being in.

You came in his life and broke down all of his rules.

"Oppa, what is it? Do you have to go. Do you have time to eat. Should I pack it for you." You ask.

His heart bursts with affection for you. He gets up from the chair, leans over and kisses your forehead and pats your head.

"No. Its not that."

"What happened?"

"I just.. I'm thinking about how lucky I'm to have you."

In response you shy away from his gaze.

"How.. how do you do it? .. date me I mean."

"Oh it's not that tough. When I'm alone I pretend you're my imaginary boyfriend who come to life if I pray hard enough. The gifts help though." You say.

He's shocked by the sudden change of atmosphere.

"Ofcourse I'm going to have to spoil my princess so that she doesn't forget about her very real boyfriend." He says cutely.

You giggle.

Strike three. He's really really in love with you.

And here with you he feels all his blue fading away.

I think I'm slightly emotionally attached to this because every time I come to edit it / read it I feel soft.

Authors Note 📝

To be noted this was written before festa 22 but its kinds of cool I had the idea to write a blue side inspired fic bc of hobi vlive I which (he had blond hair) admitted about having through a tough time. Hope you enjoy this 💙💜

I was going to release it on hobi's birthday but the 'more' release seems appropriate.

Being Domestic together is like part of my love language.

Anyhow Boyfriend Hobi. *sighs*

Taglist : @mwitsmejk

[ilikemesometaetaes]

Forbearance

Kim Seokjin Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes​

•••> Summary: Give him a break, okay? Finding out his girlfriend’s bias wasn’t him is a pretty hard hit to the man’s ego. He has a right to be a little... possessive.

•••> Pairing(s): Seokjin/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Hey love, I was wondering if I could request a oneshot where the reader is dating Seokjin, but he accidentally finds her old fangirl stuff and discovers he wasnt her bias and jhope was? And ya know he gets all jealous and possessive;) btw I love youu”

•••> Word Count: 4.41k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | Established Relationship | Seokjin!au | Boyfriend!Seokjin | Jealous!Jin | strangers to friends to lovers | fishing buddies

•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, oversensitivity, dirty talk, our jin is a jealous boy, possessive!jin, idol!jin, cursing, alcohol use

Copyright © 2021 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.

Thank you for the request, anon! I thought it was just going to be a drabble, but I guess not! I hope you enjoy :)

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Seokjin called for you from your old bedroom, feeling insecure about going through the things in your closet.

“It’s okay, babe! It should be in there somewhere!” You yelled back, obviously busying yourself with tonight’s dinner before you moved your stuff into your boyfriend’s home.

Seokjin’s lips spread into a tight line, clearly uncomfortable with the action of prying into your life before you met him. He was never one to judge character nor the one to actively seek out every detail about you. He respected your privacy and your boundaries enough to never ask, waiting until you were the one speaking about it.

It was what sparked the relationship between you two in the first place. A respect for privacy and the skill of having patience.

You had met him at a fishing beach; the sun was almost fully set and it seemed that Kim Seokjin needed some time away from the boys and the spotlight.

You were sitting in a camping chair, waiting for the telltale signs of a fish nipping at your line when you noticed the man walking over to the next open slot of shore rocks just five yards to your right.

Conversation was minimal, but being in a setting where patience was what kept a person sane meant that you were fully capable of waiting.

It was strange how you hadn’t noticed it was him. Of course, he wore a mask and sunglasses along with a baseball cap, but Kim Seokjin’s personality was seemingly unique and quite noticeable. The man who sat next to you was someone completely different.

He was quiet, patient, reserved, and outright plain. After a short conversation with him about how the fish were biting that day, you understood that the man went there for quiet- same as you. So you gave it to him.

You just couldn’t help but notice that he continued to sit next to you for the days to come. He would come out every other day or so and sit next to you, regardless of the amount of spots available around. You would talk about the weather affecting the fish, ponder over the current position of the moon to judge the tide, and then resume the silence. It was almost as if you were basking in each other’s quiet presence.

His voice, a familiar tone of inflection, was evasive. It seemed as if he was purposely lowering his voice to distort it, but you could never bring yourself to ask why. Instead, you settled on listening to him speak as his beautiful brown eyes cast a wistful gaze into the bay.

From what you could see, he was handsome. You could see his eyes when he took off his sunglasses at night and the occasional tuft of hair that stuck out from under his ball cap. His shoulders were incredibly broad, stretching every jacket and sweatshirt he wore almost to the extreme.

He sat in his chair like he had run a marathon, slouching so far that his long legs were almost entirely off of the seat. It looked as if the man was dreadfully exhausted.

Light conversation seemed to pick him up from his slump but you didn’t want to press too far, knowing that the man was undoubtedly hiding his identity. You were okay with this, practicing the patience you had learned from fishing throughout your everyday life.

Each time you spoke, the conversation slowly got further and further. The day that you got to talking about what he did for the day, you learned that he lived an active and busy lifestyle. He came to fish for the calm and relaxation- a break away from it.

After a little over a month of meeting with the man to enjoy the silence, he disappeared.

You never got a name; never got an age; you knew next to nothing about him.

You continued to show up in your usual spot, hating when someone else sat where he would, but you couldn’t be rude and tell them to move.

You weren’t going to stop your hobby of fishing just because he did, but it seemed as though your reason for going to fish had shifted. You had gone expecting to see him walk up with his tackle box and fishing rod at his usual time. You only found yourself disappointed when he didn’t.

Several months passed with no sign of your mystery man. Eventually, you had forgotten about him, his presence a mere, fleeting thought whenever you looked at his old spot.

The day he returned, he was almost unrecognizable under the light of the moon.

The cool spring weather had morphed into hot summer evenings and transitioned to chilly, late-summer-early-fall nights while he was absent. Instead of the basic black street clothes of the usual fashion that the young men of Korea wore, he was dressed professionally and warm.

A long, beige peacoat hung from his shoulders in a way that the width of the shoulder seams did not stretch and, instead, looked perfectly fitted as the length fell to his knees. He wore a black turtleneck that was tucked into black skinny jeans, secured into place by a brown belt with a pair of brown leather dress shoes to match.

He didn’t even wear a hat, revealing his light brown hair. All that remained of his old style was the black mask that he wore to cover his face.

The man held no tackle box in his hand; a cooler hung from his fingers and a camping chair was nudged under his arm. In the place of his fishing rod in the other hand was a small bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, thank god.” He breathed. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I’m still here.” You chuckled. “I’ve been coming here for years.”

He sat as you spoke, repeating the same actions with his chair as you had pictured him doing countless times in the past months. Your fishing buddy was finally back and looking as handsome as ever.

“Have you?” He huffed as he sat back in his chair. “I only just found out about this place back in April. It’s quite nice.”

“Yes, it is.” You agreed, turning your gaze to watch the lights from the nearby city reflect off the surface of the water. He wasn’t changing his voice anymore and you couldn’t help but recognize it immediately.

For a moment, you processed his presence- he was actually here. Then, you turned to him again with your eyes trained on the cluster of yellow flowers sat atop his small cooler, attempting to keep your cool.

“What’s the occasion?”

“A celebration of friendship.” He laughed to himself as he grabbed the bouquet and raised it to you, avoiding your gaze.

“A friendship?” You asked, taking them from his grasp and looking down at them. “These are very pretty. Thank you.”

“I figured it’s been a while since we met and you seem to be incredibly kind, so why not be friends?”

“I don’t mean to be rude- I’m totally cool with being friends with you- but I don’t even know your name.” You laughed, hoping that this would finally be the day he revealed himself.

“I’ll only tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Easy.” You laughed. “My name is Y/N.”

“Please don’t... freak out or anything...” He muttered, raising his hand to take his mask off his face. Your heart beat wildly in anticipation.

As soon as he peeled the loop from his ear, your mouth slightly fell open on its own accord and you were suddenly starstruck by the fact that Kim Seokjin sat next to you.

“My name is Seokjin.” He kept his gaze lowered as if he was ashamed of his identity.

“I’m a huge fan.” You were speaking impulsively, unable to think about your words with the beautiful man so close to you. What else could you say?

“Oh, are you?” He asked, slowly lifting his gaze to meet your own.

“I am. It is very nice to meet you, Seokjin.” You were keeping yourself under control and you had no idea how, practically vibrating in your chair.

“And it’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Reaching into his cooler, he plucked out a bottle of soju and two shot glasses. “Care to share a drink over our newfound friendship?”

Grateful for the distraction, you took one of the glasses. “I’d love to.”

Your friendship with the idol bloomed. Under the strict condition that you never told anyone of your meeting spot- not that you wanted to or anything- you and Seokjin would continue to meet up on occasion and fish, sharing a drink or two and learning about each other.

When he found out about your love for his own band, he laughed and teased you for being a fangirl. When he continued to show up after the revelation, it exhumed ultimate trust that you couldn’t resist returning.

The other strict condition of your friendship was that you couldn’t meet anywhere but the beach. Six months of seeing the man you were gradually falling for in one spot became exhausting, but you couldn’t complain. Sure, you couldn’t go out for coffee or see a movie because of the fact that there were eyes everywhere, but you were okay with having your own little secluded paradise away from society.

It seemed that patience wasn’t one of Seokjin’s better traits, because even he came to complain about hanging out with you anywhere away from the brackish water.

One signed confidentiality agreement and an established set of rules later and he was being sneakily rushed into your already open front door so that the neighbors wouldn’t see him. It sort of reminded you of your younger days when you were sneaking a boy in so that your parents wouldn’t catch you.

His schedule wouldn’t allow you to see him more than two times a week, but it allowed for the two of you to retain a certain level of privacy that taught him more patience. Despite the lack of consistency, each time he came to see you sent butterflies into your stomach and a need to grow closer.

It only took a month of him visiting you before the media began getting suspicious of Jin’s whereabouts. His disappearances from his home to undisclosed locations drove the world into speculation of a solo career or a new music video- or a woman.

The more the rumors ran around, the less you saw of your friend.

It was hard to be apart from Seokjin, fully aware of the fact that you were falling for him. The idea that he could possibly have feelings for you was next to impossible to believe; all you were to him was a break away from the fame and cameras. Even as he rest his head on your shoulder with an arm around your waist while you watched a movie from your couch, you found it hard to believe there was a possibility for more.

You had the world in your embrace. How could you possibly ask for more?

A year of being friends with Seokjin proved to be the ultimate trial to test your patience. You never stepped out of line, hardly ever let yourself dream of being with him, but always imagined what it would feel like to press your lips to his gorgeously plump ones.

To say you passed the test was a decently literal way of putting it.

Exactly one year and two months of knowing Kim Seokjin, not including when he was a nameless man who you sat with, was all it took for him to start showing signs of more.

You sat in your usual spots on the beach, drinking soju, when he turned to you and asked if you ever thought of dating him.

“All the time.” You blurted in response, cursing under your breath immediately afterwards at your lack of hesitation.

Instead of responding, Seokjin burst out laughing. He tipped his head back and guffawed to the night sky but all you could do was laugh cautiously with him in confusion. Worry raised in your heart at the chance that you finally crossed the line even as you swooned over his endearing laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” You built up the courage to ask after he calmed a bit.

“I promise you that I am not laughing at you. I’m actually laughing at myself.” He wiped a building tear from the corner of his eye.

“Why?” You asked.

Instead of responding to your question, he turned to you with all hints of joking wiped clean by the serious expression on his face.

“Do you want to date me?”

You stopped breathing for a moment at his question, heart seemingly skipping a beat and fingers gripping your chair tightly in disbelief.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Please let me know if I’ve crossed the line, but would you like to go on a date with me?” He grabbed your hand in his and held it close to his body. Even in the cold weather, his hands were as warm as ever.

Kim Seokjin thought he was crossing the line? He thought he was shooting his shot to someone he had a minor possibility of dating? Being patient couldn’t have been more rewarding than in that moment.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

Of course, the media was all over your first date with the man.

Even from inside the fancy restaurant you sat in, you could see the camera flashes from across the room in your secluded corner. Seokjn simply waved them off and continued to sip on his wine, telling you to pretend that they weren’t there.

For you, the pressure was intense. The entire world sat on your shoulders as they tried to scare you away from the man you loved.

Despite the harsh scrutiny and the offensive comments, your time of waiting on Seokjin had thickened your skin and reinforced your resolve. Your ultimate test of patience left you with a sense of serenity in the tense world.

You could wait for the attacks to die down. You could be patient- Kim Seokjin was worth it.

As time went on, people cared less and less about your relationship after realizing that you weren’t going anywhere. You had predicted as much.

To celebrate your two-year anniversary together, your boyfriend finally asked you to move in with him.

He was nervous, to say the least. Seokjin wanted you to live with him because he found your apartment to be quite small- it was about time to give you more.

Now, two days after the proposal to move in- on his free weekend- he was helping you move out of your apartment.

Everything was going smoothly, as he expected, up until the moment you told him to go into your closet and grab the box of clothes you had set aside to donate.

He wasn’t expecting to find a small box stuffed into the back of your closet with BTS in large sparkly letters decorating the top. After he pulled it out and dusted it off, he opened it to find photocards and trinkets of his brother, Hoseok.

Gingerly, he dipped his fingers into the box and pulled out a tiny, pink pouch that perked his interest- Seokjin never faired well with fighting his curiosity of material things.

Pulling out the small chain, he let a grimace riddle his features whilst he surveyed the six silver letters of Hoseok’s name adorning it.

“Oh.” He heard from behind him, causing him to jump and quickly drop the pouch and bracelet back into the open box in his lap. “So you found those.”

“What is all this?” He asked while gesturing to said box, an ugly inferno of jealousy beginning to curl inside his stomach and snake its way up his throat. All Seokjin could think about was the fact that Hoseok was your bias and not him. Sure, he never asked, but you could have at least told him that he had competition.

“I- uh-“ You stuttered. Your hesitation to answer warranted him to stand and approach you with an eyebrow cocked and a storm brewing in his eyes.

“Am I just a ploy to get to him?” Seokjin’s anger was obvious, yet you couldn’t help the lick of excitement as he became possessive over you- a trait you rarely saw on the man.

“No!” You were quick to answer his question, closing the space between the two of you to grab his hands in your own. “Babe, I swear! Those are from years ago! Before I met any of you!”

Although Seokjin knew that you were telling the truth, he still seethed in response and let his jealousy show. You seemed to like the jealous side of him, so he decided to maximize his advantages of the situation. It was also hard to ignore that he was growing slightly uncomfortable in his pants.

“Then why do you still have them?”

“Because my friend made them for me and they’re special!” You defended, wanting him to hold your hands. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly and pulled you so that your body was flush against his. You were left to stare up at his towering frame.

“Well,” He chuckled, letting go of your hands and bending down to throw you over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise but he only growled and smacked you on the ass with so much force that you yelped out in pain.

Seokjin threw you down on your tiny bed and you looked up at him in anticipation when you noticed the sly smile thinning his plump lips. He leaned down, placing a knee between your legs, as his gaze locked with yours.

“I’ll give you something fucking special, J-hope stan.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname, bringing your arms up to wrap around your shoulders as he pecked you on the lips and trailed his lips down the side of your neck.

Once he placed a kiss on top of your clothed nipple, Seokjin wasted no time in lifting your shirt over your chest to press his tongue and lips against you. You sighed, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tipped your head back and let him work over your areola.

“Does Hobi know how sensitive you are here?” He asked, licking your nipple immediately after. He brought his thumb to the other one as he kissed it again. “Would he even figure it out?”

Instead of answering, you threaded your fingers into his hair blindly, wrapping your legs around his waist while he lowered his mouth further down your body. The notion left you quaking in its wake.

His nose feathered down your stomach while he whispered his next question.

“Does he know how soft your skin is?” Seokjin pressed his lips to the skin of your waist and you craned your head up to look down at him, catching his gaze promptly. Seeing his lips against your skin had your legs pressing against his sides even tighter. “Would he even appreciate it?”

He backed up and pulled your underwear and shorts down your legs to bare your pussy to him, not wanting to tease you at all. He was on a mission and you wouldn’t stop him.

By the time he got his face between your legs, you were already spasming and dripping.

Your boyfriend looked at you with a smirk on his lips. “Could he get you this wet?”

His tongue pushed between your folds and flattened to rub against your clit to lap up once with a groan building in his chest before he pulled away. “Would he even taste you?”

You whimpered, dependent on Seokjin for pleasure as he pressed his tongue on your clit and slid two fingers into your depths to scissor you open. For a good minute, he pumped his two fingers into you and shoved his tongue onto your bundle of nerves as if trying to completely lick it off your body.

Your first orgasm was sharp and intense, causing you to cry out and dig your fingers into your boyfriend’s scalp. He pulled his lips away from you for a moment to look up at your heaving body.

“Could he even find how sensitive you are right-“ He brushed his fingers against the spot that had your mind reeling. “-here? Could he make you feel good? How would he even begin to try?”

The oversensitivity had your senses dulling and your lips babbling. “He wouldn’t. God, Jin. He wouldn’t.”

He continued to sink his fingers into you, harshly laving over your clit with his tongue in between his words as if he were fucking you already.

“You just-” Slurp. “-taste like-” Suck. “-fucking candy, baby.” You gasped at the loss of contact and squealed every time he returned his tongue and covered you with his plump lips to wildly swirl the hot muscle into you.

Being forced into more orgasms wasn’t new for you, however, it was always on his dick that you sobbed your way through countless climaxes. The pleasure of being pushed over the edge by his tongue was completely new and unabashedly erotic.

You screamed and writhed against Seokjin’s hand splayed possessively over your stomach, trying to get away from the contact but helplessly struggling against him. One after the other, you were painfully shoved into cumming, but it’s only when you squirted onto his chin that he finally let up.

“I bet he couldn’t make you squirt like that.” He darkly chuckled.

You, sweaty and breathless, lay under him with a bead of drool beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth. Mindlessly, you affirmed his statement.

“He couldn’t. He couldn’t.” It was almost as if you were chanting now.

“You’re damn right, he couldn’t.” Seokjin stood on his knees and quickly pulled his jeans down just enough for his dick to pop out before eagerly settling himself between your shaky legs once more.

Pussy raw and throbbing, you needed him to fill you properly to balance out the sensitivity on your clit. It was almost painful.

“This pussy is mine.” Seokjin grabbed his dick and looked down to slap his tip against your clit repeatedly. Your legs jerked in result, body responsive to the slightest touch on your nub. “You’re all mine.”

“Jin,” You whimpered. “Please.”

“I know, baby. I know. Be patient.” And he slid in slowly.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and threw your head back into the pillow again. The pleasure was blinding and you tensed your entire body at the sensation of him stretching out your insides.

“He could never know how tight you are.” Seokjin grit his teeth as he bottomed out. “How fucking warm-” You gasped and your eyes rolled back as he nudged his hips to try pushing himself further inside you, succeeding in dipping slightly deeper into your walls and crowding himself against your womb almost uncomfortably. “-you are.”

At this point, all you could do was sob in confirmation. “He couldn’t.”

“I’m not gonna lie.” He pulled out and thrust into you once, then twice, and then paused while heaving above you. “You got me all worked up with how cute you sound so I won’t last very long. I’m going to need you to cum one more time. Can you do that for me, love?”

You nodded almost immediately, knowing that all he needed to do was toy with your clit to send you over the edge.

With a harsh beat, your lover ferociously fucked into you and grabbed one of your thighs to widen your legs. With each clap of his skin into yours, you let out a small huff while he literally fucked the air from your lungs.

“Cum, baby. Cum right now.” He strained.

“I-” You cried, holding onto him for dear life as you desperately needed that last nudge to send you hurtling towards ecstasy. “I can’t. I n-need-“

“Hobi can’t fuck you like this, Y/N. Can’t fill you up and make you scream like I can. But you can’t cum for me?” He smashed his swollen lips onto yours and messily pushed his tongue into your mouth. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two of you. “What do you need, baby? What do you need me to do?”

Your clit practically screamed for attention from your prior orgasms, but you were too focused on not actually crying to tell him. Instead, you snaked your hand down your body towards yourself and Seokjin followed your trail down to where your bodies joined, noticing immediately how swollen and red your clit was. His expression softened in realization.

“Oh, does my girl need her pussy touched?” He crooned roughly.

You nodded feverishly, sniffling.

“Okay, love. I’ll touch.” And he did.

Your orgasm was almost instantaneous. Your body, battered and exhausted, trembled as it seized up to accept his thrust for the last time that evening. In all its pain and bliss, your climax was glorious.

“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck-” Seokjin growled as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck. “Squeezing me all tight like that. You’d never squeeze Hobi like that.”

Even through your pleasure, you felt him clutch onto you tightly, slowing his thrusts and sinking himself deeply to empty his release into you.

“That’s my girl.” He groaned after he stilled, slumping against you. For a moment, the two of you breathed and relaxed in each other’s presence.

You chuckled, turning your head to kiss his head. “That was pretty hot, babe.”

His head shot up from your shoulder immediately. “Not at all! How could you stan Hobi and not me?”

“Babe, I was so much younger. Of course, the one who is a literal ball of sunshine was my bias. You can’t get enough of Hobi.”

“But I’m your boyfriend…” His eyebrows turned up at you and pouted all the while his dick still lay wedged between your legs. Slowly, you pushed him off of you so that you could go clean up.

As you stood, you walked to the bathroom and laughed again. “Yes, you are.”

Even as you were walking away, you heard him mutter under his breath.

“Hobi would never walk away from me like that.”

All you could do was giggle at his statement, knowing that he would eventually get over it. 

Kim Seokjin was the one you loved. Who was Jung Hoseok?

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Drowning Too Deep [Namjoon x Hoseok x Reader]

Part 1 || Part 2 || 2.1 || 2.2 || Part 3

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Genre - Established!Boyfriend(s) au; Poly;

Summary - Alone at home, nothing but thoughts, pent up emotions, roaming fingers and a wild imagination... that is... until your boyfriends catch you in the act.

Word Count - 1.6k

🎶 - Hold On, We're Going Home - Drake, Majid Jordan

Uncharted territory. This was unchartered territory - Hoseok

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Joon was familiar. Joon and his workaholic tendencies. Joon and his interesting choice of words. Joon with his need to be responsible and logical and… Joon. 

Y/n was not Joon. She worked, but played just as hard. She got his words but simplified it. She was responsible and equally as reckless. She was something Hobi couldn't imagine not being around. 

It had been a while since Joon and Hobi had come out as bisexual and their relationship was known, subtle touches and handholding, stolen kisses, a normalcy. RM belonged to the stage, Joon belonged to the group, his friends and his family, Namjoon - - Namjoon was his. 

Yes, sunshine was Hobi's nickname. He was optimistic and he smiled more than everyone else. The world had so much hope left, and everyone needed time to make choices, and things were meant to be. Hobi would be the first to drive that point home.

But everyone had different sides to themselves.

When the sun shined, there was always a shadow behind it. Jhope, Hoseok, Hobi, they were different people. But all had light and darkness. All agreed Y/n was his too. 

It felt like weird at first, like a tendril curling around him, not only in his heart, made his eyes flash, nostrils flare, hands curl into fists in attempt to dissipate the ball tempting urge to punch the male that currently hung over Y/n. 

But even Hobi wasn't completely clueless. This surge of violence he never thought himself to be capable of, had reason. A plausible one in fact. Joon was always his but Y/n, she needed to be made his. 

She had choices, a few bridges to cross, a whole other life thousands of miles away from Seoul. Something solid would have him more at ease. Like the emerald cut on her left hand, that caught the light, a matching band of the same colour right next to his ring from Namjoon.

Hobi wanted to mark her. Stamp his name on her heart. Show her off to the world. Make it known that she was taken. She was shared between two men that shared only with each other. 

It was new, for all of them. Hobi and Joon worked as equals, switched when required. But with Y/n something altogether different  fabricated itself to them. Joon was in charge out in the world. Whereas Hobi realized he loved being in charge in their relationship. 

And Y/n made things so easy; she went with the flow, got on her knees when he asked, teased because she knew it got him buzzing. She reacted to his commands, mentally and physically, moulded herself against his palm when it found the expanse of one of her buttcheeks, gave in when he growled into her ear - - she submitted, a gift she would never give anyone else.

Something ravenous awoke in Hobi that did not want to be quashed, or tamed. And it felt so right. 

At home, Hobi cooked, expertly chopping up vegetables sometimes with no shirt, just to make his lovers hungry for dessert. He would put books and laptops away when it was too late, when work was too much. He didn't even bat an eye when he pulled them along to shower, stripping them of their clothes. He handed them their daily dose of coffee before they left the apartment. Hobi found them when they spiralled, Hobi pushed boundaries and limits and edged both his lovers to ecstasy, to submission. Namjoon led the front of their tightrope, Hoseok reared. Protective, possessive, rough when he needed to be. 

It had everything to do with his lovers, their response to his demands, their reciprocation in feeding a side of him he grew to enjoy. He wanted them to look at his marks, where his fingers were too rough, and his teeth to hard, he wanted them to ache when they walked the next day, he needed to grab them by the throat and steal their breaths away from them with his lips. 

His lovers were not easy though. Joon could top, could silently domineer, his fingers firm, his lips focused with intent, skilled in the most intimate places and he loved to play. Y/n revelled as a submissive. She knew how to get the blood rushing south in the bedroom and taking care of it innocently at first, and expertly as the time waned on. Outside of it, he couldn't be more proud of her. She may be dating two members of the group, but she made her way into the company on her own. Building herself up with experience, daring and a little more than needed independence she was her own person. 

It was hard to grow accustomed to it at first. Her need to pay her bills and food. Her hours at work. Her routine between work and gym and her social life. She had friends that she texted everyday, a brother who visited and managed a side business with his I.T expertise and her social marketing know how, she held her family close to her heart and still found the most to give Joon and Hobi. She loved them without question, gave them space as they worked, was patient on tours, made long distance and close comfort worked as the need to adapt to either arose.

It was a no brainer. Why he had fallen for her. Why he'd chosen to risk it by talking to his boyfriend about it. Why he wanted her to be theirs. And there was no turning back from her, she was his, belonged to them, nothing in him would allow for any deviation from the certainty. 

'Y/n, whose your friend?' Hoseok placed a hand at the small of her back and slowly curved his palm around her waist. The possessive hold was not lost on either of the receiving party. 

Turning back to her friend after a subtle pointed look towards one of her boyfriends, she smiled easily, as she answered. 'Hobi, this is Julian, he works with me in California. He started leading two of my marketing teams once I transferred. Business and Publishing. He was the reason I can focus full time here.'

Julian pursed his lips, corners of his mouth curving upward in an attempt to be polite, he reached out a hand as he affirmed the introduction. 'Hobi.'

'Hoseok.' Hobi corrected firmly a cold smile gracing his features as he shook the hand of the male who still had his shoulder brushing up against his girlfriends.

The caucasian male in dark wash jeans and a black button down looked less than impressive next to Hobi's suit. But it didn't quell his energy, a comfortable air surrounding Y/n and Julian, his looks toward her more than friendly.

Looking at the hands they still had clasped, Y/n explained. 'He's visiting to update me.' 

'That couldn't be done over the phone, or a zoom call.' Hobi licked his lips, and broke the handshake. 

'Unfortunately, I needed to supply Y/n with information about her former departments, client confidentiality is important to us. We like to not have everything out in the open.'

This motherfucker. 

Y/n's smile faltered at the underlying words. Opening her mouth to speak she was cut short as Hobi continued. 

'You are obviously very capable, to be chosen to be in Y/n's position, and very trusted with your job and how you carry it out. But this is my world. Y/n is my fiance. And I assure you, Julian, she understands our lifestyle,' Hobis hand moved from Y/n's waist and followed the trail of Y/n's shoulder absently, an outward display in hold, 'so ofcourse, you don't have to.'

Julian's eyes blazed at the words thrown at him and to his credit, said nothing further. 

Satisfied, Hobi pulled Y/n in for a hard kiss at her temple, whispered a soft 'Enjoy lunch' in her hair. If Y/n were in any other position she would have seen, the way Hobis eyes strayed to Julian above her head, the threat in them clear.

Pulling away, he loved how she chased him instinctively, his touch and his presence. It was a tiny movement, easily missed, unless you stood a few feet away from her. 

That's my girl. His inner self preened in triumph, her reaction a proclamation to who she belonged to. 

'To be so far away from your world of not-so-out-in-the-open, Julian, its not nice. You'll miss it if you don't get back soon.'

No hint of amusement this time, Hobi nodded his head instead of giving in to the urge to pull Y/n away from  the male in front of him, righted his collar and scrunched his nose playfully at his fiance before being on his way. 

He didn't look back. If he did, he wouldn't give her the freedom he knew she needed. He trusted her. Gave away parts of himself to her for safekeeping. Breathed as much life into her as he took away. 

Y/n had been marked by his love. She had been wrapped in a blanket of Joons care. If she could navigate her way through not one but two, protective males that would use every word, every touch, their tongues to unashamedly win her over. She would handle this.

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[yumeyooa]

[10:20 PM]—hold me in your arms and never let me go

—pairing: jung hoseok x gender neutral! reader; genre: fluff; angst, established relationship au, slice of life au, rated g wc: 0.8k+; warnings: slight self-harm(hoseok bruises himself), self-doubt and negative/depressive thoughts

Sometimes, Jung Hoseok isn’t the sunshine the world makes him out to be. 

He’s only human, after all, he can only take so much. And sometimes, having to put up a front in front of millions of people could take the life out of him. 

Don’t get him wrong. It’s not that he’s faking his happiness. He truly did enjoy performing and being with the six men he called family. But sometimes, when the world caves in on his shoulders and he feels like the entire universe was against him, his smile fades. 

It’s on these days that he sits on the wooden floor of the dance room, back against the fading mirror, lights dim, leaving him alone with his thoughts running wild in his mind. Did he deserve this? All this happiness? All this fame? What if one day it would slip from the palms of his hands and leave him broken and confused, without any way out? He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to take it. 

He hasn’t been able to perfect the choreography to an upcoming song for a while now, frustrated with himself. He’s been falling behind, watching with despair as his other members were nailing each step as if it came naturally for them. He was supposed to be the main dancer. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t his body work like it used to? 

He clenches his fists, slamming them on the floor, not caring if it hurts, not caring if there would be a bruise right after. Anything would do to take the pain and desperation away from his clouded heart. Tears slip from his eyes as he tries to convince himself that everything would be alright. That he would overcome this, that at the end of the day, he would still be Jhope, everyone’s hope when the going gets rough. 

But sometimes, he just wants to let go and give in. Sometimes, he just wants to quit. 

“Hobi?” A gentle voice rings through the empty room, and Hoseok looks up, surprised to see you standing at the entrance, a bag of takeout in your hands. You’re in your pajamas, his hoodie draping over your figure as you make your way towards him, kneeling in worry as your hands drift towards his face, wiping his tears. “What’s wrong?” 

He doesn’t say anything, afraid that if he did, he would break and crumble in your arms completely. You take one look at his distraught face and take him into your arms, rubbing your hands across his back, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “Shh,” you mutter as Hoseok begins to feel himself crack, mere moments away from breaking down. “It’s going to be alright. I’m here now. You can cry all you want.”

And he does. Hoseok sobs into your shoulder, letting out the heavy burdens that have been plaguing his heart unto you, and you take it, kissing his forehead gently with reassuring pecks. He has been and will always be one of the strongest people you’ve ever come to know, and that fact will never change. 

When his sobs die down into sniffles, and he lays limply in your embrace, you take this as an opportunity to remind him of just how much he means to you, just how much he means to everybody. That he was and never is a failure and will never be. 

“And so what if you can’t get a move down right away,” you retort, reading Hoseok’s mind like he were an open book. “That doesn’t change the fact that you’re an amazing dancer— one of the very best in the whole world even. It’s just a bad day. I’m sure you’ll get it down tomorrow. So stop beating yourself up for me, okay?” 

Hoseok finally musters up the courage to look you in the eye. He’s tired, eyes red and puffy from all the crying he just did, yet, even so, there’s a slight smile on his face. A grateful one, one that speaks all the words he wished he could say.

“You brought takeout?” He asks, voice raspy and weak, yet there’s a softness to it, and you know he’s trying to distract himself from the situation. You smile, grabbing the bag of food you had picked up on the way here, knowing that he hadn’t eaten all day. 

“Figured you’d be hungry,” you say, chuckling. “I even made some kimchi before I came here. Although it’s not as good since I was in a rush, I hope that’s okay?”

“Perfect,” Hoseok says, watching appreciatively as you take out the food, mouth-watering at sight. He hadn’t even noticed that he was starving and couldn’t be any more grateful for you. “Thank you, love.”

You, who had always been there for him through the ups and the down. You who never took it to heart that he couldn’t offer you most of his time, knowing that he loved you and you loved him all the same. You who made his life just a bit brighter. You who acted as his very own sunshine, his very own hope when the going got rough. 

You loved him. And that was something he would never take for granted, even as the world decided to tear him down. 

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[armysantiny]

호석 (Hoseok)

[17:55]

Pairing: Hoseok (Jhope) x gender neutral reader // BTS

Genre: fluff, timestamp

Includes: dancer reader, non idol au, favourite food, choreography, taking a break, teasing, established relationship

Word count: 238

Warning: food 

Rating: PG

Tagging: @kwritersworld, @kdiarynet, @kpopscape, @ultkpopnetwork​, @kpopficsnetwork​, @kpopcontentcreatorsclub​, @k-dinernet​, @lovesick-net​, @whipped-kpop-creators​, @bangtanarmynet​, @btscreatorscorner​, @btsgoldnetwork​, @hmsblackswan​

An: Love Fools

The music blared as y/n worked on crafting their choreography. Stopping the song for the nth time when they weren’t satisfied with what they had come up with for the chorus, y/n decided it would be best to take a breather - they had been working at the choreography for upwards of five hours without a break. It was safe to say a break was well deserved. Leaning against the mirror as they gulped down a water bottle, they lifted their head up when they heard the door open.

“Where’s my favourite dancer~” Hoseok hummed, a grin oh his face and y/n’s favourite food in his hands. Touched, the dancer got up and jogged to their boyfriend, Hoseok setting the food to the side and catching them as they jumped into his arms.

“Hobi, I didn’t know you were coming - did you bring food?!” Y/n grinned, pulling the taller male in for a kiss. Nodding, Hoseok let them down, ruffling his partner’s hair. Watching the way they eyed the food, he snickered, shaking his head. Give y/n something to eat after they had been dancing, and you could get them to do anything.

“Your boyfriend is right here, yet you’re completely ignoring me - for the food?” He teased, heart exploding at y/n’s pout as they stumbled over their words, trying to explain. “I’m just teasing baby~ let’s eat huh? You worked hard today.”

[flowerseoky]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Enemies to Lovers, kind of, Slytherin Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Hufflepuff Min Yoongi | Suga, Marriage Proposal, Established Relationship Series: Part 1 of BTS Adventures in The Wizarding World Summary:

Several years after becoming "official" Hoseok takes Yoongi to the Quidditch World Cup. Yoongi's never been a huge fan of the sport but for Hoseok he'd do anything.