#peppermint hoseok

[setsuuestsu]

Just a Little Rain (💧)

Word Count: 1488

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretakers: Hyung line

Summary: JK gets caught in the rain and the members are fussing over him as if he’s already sick and he insists he’s not sick and once he finally convinces them he’s not sick he actually gets sick

“We’re going on an adventure.” Jungkook sings to himself as he holds Bam’s leash and walks along the river.

“If only Jin hyung would actually let us go.” He finishes, totally not salty about that in any way. Bam glances at him, obviously intrigued by his performance because why else would Bam be staring at him like that.

He sighs, staring at all the food carts around where he is. He would kill for a snack.

But nooo, walking Bam shouldn’t take him three hours apparently, especially with an upcoming schedule he has to prepare for.

A droplet of water falls onto him. He scrunches his nose and wipes it off.

“Is ít supposed to rain?” he asks Bam, as if the dog would know.

Bam only gives him a look, which Jungkook reads as “you stupid idiot”.

He huffs. “Lets get back before hyungs send the police again.”

But as his luck would have it, the closer to the dorm he walks, the harder the rain falls. It was almost as if there was a cloud only covering the dorm.

“Holy fucking shit.” Jungkook groans, trying (and failing) to cover his hair with his hands. “We’re soaked!”

He realizes he was pulling a little hard on Bam’s leash since it was a different one, as Namjoon was currently borrowing Bam’s usual chains. “Sorry, Bammie.”

“Jin! Open up! Hyung!” he shouts as thunder claps overhead. “It’s wet! Because of the rain obviously!”

He sees an eye through the peephole. Judging from the wait time until the door was opened, it was Taehyung.

Jungkook snorts. “You aren’t Jin. And you’re barely a hyung.” He scrunches his nose. “And you stink!”

The door is shut.

“Tae hyung, please open the door.”

Eventually, after a good twenty seconds, the door is opened, this time by Hoseok, his much better-smelling hyung.

The elder passes him a warm towel from a stack in his arms, presumably just taken out of the dryer. “Kookie, you’re soaked!”

Bam shakes himself off in the doorway and Jungkook can see how much willpower it’s taking for Hoseok to not scream. He presses his nose into the towel, inhaling the scent of the detergent.

Hoseok spreads the second towel in his hands onto the floor. “Shoes off. And jacket. I’ll take that and hang it up.”

Jungkook takes Hoseok’s final towel and starts to dry Bam off. He lets the dog off the leash and leans down. “Go get Tae, okay?”

๑

After he’s fed and watered, Jungkook is forced to shower and then lay on the couch with two blankets wrapped around him.

He raises an eyebrow. “You guys know I’m not sick, right? I was just a little muddy and a little wet.”

Jin shakes his head, setting a bottle of water and a thermometer onto the coffee table. “See Yoongi-ah? He’s delirious already.”

Yoongi fluffs his pillow with a softness that’s only reserved for Hoseok and Jungkook (only on the occasions where he’s sick or his allergies are acting up)

“Hyung, I’m fine.” Jungkook whines. “In fact, I could go for a beer.”

Jin shakes his head, then glares. “Absolutely not. Especially not after what the neighbors said last time. Singing karaoke until three AM my ass!”

He sighs, trying to sit up, only to be pushed back down by Yoongi. The rapper glares at him and he gulps. He knows when to give up the fight.

“Do you want some tea, Jungkookie?” Hoseok softly asks, fluffy hair popping up from behind the couch. “It’s peppermint.”

He would literally rather do anything else but if Hoseok was going through the effort … well, the least he could do was say no nicely.

“No thanks, hyung. I’m fine.” He gives his best smile, which only grows wider as he hears the noises of Bam and Taehyung chasing each other, not entirely sure of who was chasing who.

Hoseok nods and disappears.

Jungkook blinks twice and then pushes himself up to peer over the couch. Where did Hoseok go??

He’s surprised by a thermometer being shoved under his tongue. He gags, but calms down quickly. He’s tempted to spit it out, but it would be a close call with Jin and Yoongi standing right there. The “keep it in or else” goes unsaid.

The thermometer beeps and Jungkook finally pulls it out and reads it, then hands it to Jin. “See? I’m fine! Now unwrap me, because I really need to piss.”

Jin sighs, muttering something under his breath about kids these days and how much of a headache Jungkook is.

๑

It’s about 7AM the next morning when Jungkook realizes that maybe he is getting sick.

As soon as he wakes up, he notices just how stuffy he is. He can barely breathe through his nose and just the thought of being able to sounds very unachievable.

Jimin-ah, I need tissues. He texts, then sets his phone down to sneeze tiredly into his hands.

He’s so congested.

His phone buzzes and he snatches it up to see if it’s Jimin, but it’s just a Netflix recommendation for an anime he has heard of but not watched. Maybe he could do that today.

“Hoseok hyung?” he calls, sniffling rapidly. His nose is running.

The hyung in question pops his head into the room. “Morning Kookie!”

“Ca’d you grab mbe sobe tissues?” he sniffles again, covering his annoyingly itchy and runny nose with his hand.

Hoseok’s eyes widen. “Oh, love, are you sick?”

Jungkook sighs and nods. “I think so …”

Hoseok cooes. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll get those lotion-infused ones so they’re softer in your nose.”

He nods in response and shuffles around on his pillows for another minute as he waits for Hoseok. His nose tickles again and he hitches softly as he sneezes again. It’s itchy and he sniffles, but that just makes the feeling worse.

His hyung returns with a tray packed with tissues, cold tablets, a water bottle, tea, and throat lozenges.

“Here.” Hoseok presses the cold tablet into his hand. He opens the water bottle. “Take that first.”

Jungkook complies and takes the medicine, unfortunately too used to the routine of being sick. His nose tickles again and he rubs at it, wishing the tickle away.

Hoseok hands him a tissue and Jungkook blows, relieved at the sensation.

He feels his eyes dropping shut and he welcomes sleep.

The next time he wakes up, Namjoon is sitting in a chair next to his bed. “Hey Jungkook-ah. How are you feeling?”

He winces at the dryness of his throat. He points to the water and the leader immediately hands him the empty bottle of water that Hoseok had brought earlier.

The two stare at each other for a moment before Namjoon seems to realize.

“I-I’ll be back in a moment.”

He rams into the doorframe on the way out and Jungkook thinks that maybe Namjoon might need a long vacation.

A few moments later, Namjoon returns with an entire case of small waters. Is the leader trying to drown him?

Namjoon passes him one and Jungkook mutters a small thanks before he guzzles his water.

Once he’s finished, he reaches for another tissue and blows. He plows through another few tissues before he believes he’s good for now and then lays back down.

He shuts his eyes again for what only seems like a few minutes but the next time he opens them, Jin is standing over him brandishing a large fish.

Jungkook blinks. Am I dreaming?

“Hyung? Why do you have a fish?” he dares to ask. “What are you—?”

Jin looks down, seemingly just realizing that he’s still holding the fish. He sets it on the other side of Jungkook’s bed, which, gross. At least it’s packaged. “I was grocery shopping. And Yoongi made you porridge if you’re ready for it.”

His stomach growls and he realizes the last time he ate was last night. He’s so hungry.

“I’ll be back.” the eldest scurries out, forgetting about the fish on Jungkook’s bed. The maknae sits there in silence, staring at the fish. The fish seems to stare back.

Jin returns with a bowl of porridge and hands the bowl to the maknae, along with a spoon. “It’s very hot.”

Naturally, Jungkook inhales all of it without missing a beat.

“I’ll leave. You need rest.” Jin states, shutting the door.

Jungkook lays back against his pillows. He’s been sleeping all day, and he isn’t tired enough to sleep again.

He sniffles and lets out a small sneeze. Maybe he could count sheep?

“Hey.” Namjoon knocks on his door. “If you want, I can read to you.”

Jungkook nods, mentally blushing at how cute the leader is.

Namjoon smiles, dimples on full display. “Great! So I’ve recently been reading a book on tuna and how our obsession with—“

The maknae is asleep before Namjoon is even finished with his description.

[kookieswan]

Red Light - Diamond Eyes

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, HEAVY angst. The fluff disappears pretty quickly. Aha.

Warnings: OH boy here we go. Mentions of death/madsacres, heavy gore (dead bodies) and blood. MC gets injured semi seriously… It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: You thought you had all the answers, thought you were safe, but in reality you’re nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.

Notes: This happens a few days after Dearheart. It’ll have a part two, but for a while we’ll be jumping back in time to fill in some gaps. Hope you all enjoy!

This is Part 38 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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Throwing the door open to your very cluttered office, you stare into the depths of the dark room. It’s as you left it, paperwork tossed onto the desk without a care. And you don’t care, not really anymore when you lie a majority of the time on the reports you turn in. No one needs to know what you know.

Stepping in sluggishly, you glance at the clock and see the hand slowly ticking toward the 6. It’s not your fault you didn’t get to sleep till late, not with everything on your mind. You take your coat off, tossing on one of the chairs as you slip on your crip white coat in its place.

Sliding into the comfy desk chair (that you had delivered for yourself because the one they provided you was horrid) you glance down with a frown, mad at yourself for not finishing everything last night. Pushing it aside, you lift the coffee you got beforehand to your lips and sip with a low moan. Peppermint mocha will be your serenity for now.

Sitting peacefully at your desk is something that doesn’t happen very often. You stare down at the cup you hold, sighing as you drop it lightly onto the table. It’s been an eventful few weeks, all of your Nightmares having high emotions, breaking points that have gone one way or another.

Making that breakthrough with Jimin was as shocking as it was amazing, though you can’t help but to thank Taehyung for the push. The snake like Nightmare has been the hardest to understand, but now…

Your landline starts to ring suddenly, startling to you from the thoughts you got lost in. Peering down at the ID, it flashes as Williams. You promptly press decline and then ignore the fact that he ever called because he doesn’t really call unless it’s something dumb. He won’t ruin your attempt at bliss.

It lasts for a sad twenty minutes before the quiet leaves you. The sudden thumping down the hallway isn’t weird at first, no. It’s pretty often that ominous noises echo down the halls, but the sudden yells and screams signals to you that it’s an issue. You pinch your nose, waiting for all hell to break loose, because why wouldn’t it?

The screams that follow after a short pause are horrifying; they echo loudly down the hall, tearing into your ears. It’s enough to make you lean back, a grimace coming to your face in place of the annoyance. What in the world…

The door flies off the hinges then, the same Nightmare as before ripping it off. He’s drenched in blood, covered head to toe like he took a sadistic bath. You stare, mouth slightly ajar as he steps into the room. It’s immediately apparent that somethings not quite right, the usual glee that Yoongi holds when killing completely absent.

His breathing is loud and uneven, and as he looks up, you notice his eyes have gone completely silver, no pupil or iris on sight. The man looks absolutely crazed, a snarl ripping through his chest af he slams a wet hand on your desk. You can’t help but to flinch lightly as some of the blood splatters into your face.

The more you look, Yoongi just appears… Wrong. Like himself, but bits and pieces are different. He’s taller for one, towering over you as he bares his teeth, the points there sharp enough to tear anyone to shreds. His face is sallow, cheek sinking in, skin tight on his frame. It’s him, but it’s not.

“They’ve taken him down below! They FUCKING TOOK him! Ripped him out of my arms and I could even do anything, FUCK.” It’s a mix between a wail and scream, the sound piercing through your confusion. Standing slowly, you try to look as nonthreatening as possible, words slow and overly cautious.

“They took…? Jungkook?!” The realization dawns on you quickly, panic setting in. Taking a Nightmare down below is considered normal but a regular human…? It doesn’t make a lick of sense. Yoongi spits down at you, blood landing on the paperwork you were trying to avoid as he snarls again. It’s then the uneasiness sets in; Yoongi’s never been like this before.

“Who the fuck else would they take?! They took him from me and I-“ Watching his jaw clench tightly as his eyes close, it’s clear he’s holding back in every way he can from going on a massacre. The man takes a deep breath, shaky as he opens his eyes again. The pure lack of emotion in the shimmery depths borders on something sinister, and your anxiety raises.

“Why in the hell- Okay. Hold on Yoongi. Please, just let me figure out what happened-“ He doesn’t let you finish as he rounds the desk, tightly grabbing onto your wrist, elongated nails diging in tight. It hurts, but you don’t say anything as he tugs you out of your office. Glancing down, you wince at the way the blood he’s painted in sinks into your freshly washed coat.

You don’t get far before the lights switch off, red then flashing in their place. A Red Alert, meaning that somone had made it off this floor to notify that Yoongi got out. The Nightmare doesn’t hesitate though, kicking a body to the side as he continues on his way.

“We’re going to get him back right now Doctor. Right. Fucking. Now. I’ll paint the halls fucking red with more entrails and brains if I have to. Slighter every guard, we very doctor; anything that takes a breath.”You tug back on him a bit to try and get him to stop. And stop he does, right in his tracks. You nearly slam into him, not being able to catch yourself as you tumble to the ground.

The thickening blood in the ground washes over your knees and hands, and your stomach flips heavily. You’re not on the floor long enough to get sick though, the Nightmare pulls you up to your feet roughly, almost in a dragging motion as you slip around. One of your heels falls off, but you don’t mention it

“… Of course I’ll get him back, but I can’t just go down to the lower levels. I don’t even have the access… I’m sure I can talk with Dr. Kim about it, but…” It comes out almost confused; you’re not sure how to handle this anger. You’ve seen Yoongi livid, but never at you. Never like this. He stoops down low enough until your face to face, the death on his breath encircling.

You silently call for Hoseok as harsh puffs of air hit your face, worried now that this is completely out of your control. Yoongi’s gone off the deep end, and nothing you can say is going to change that. Not when he looks at you like he never had before, like he’s ready to end you.

“I don’t think you understand. I’ll hurt you, rip a fucking finger or two off. You’d be fine without them, still functioning and able to do your job. You don’t want that, right?” You stay silent, unsure of how to process his words at first ad you call for Hoseok again. Yoongi pulls back and raises his eyebrows high, waiting for your reply. You have nothing.

His hold tightens as he shifts, lifting your wrist up till it’s at eye level. You don’t have enough time to react as he continues to holds your wrist with the one hand, the other reaching up to grab a finger gently. He smiles down at you, teeth tie dyed in white and red as the lights continue to flash.

You flex your finger.

Yoongi snaps it like a twig.

The pain comes rushing in after, a cry of shock leaving you lips as you instinctively try to pull away. It sits at an odd angle, the look of it making you sick. Yoongi just holds onto you as you struggle, staring down with thinly veiled rage. He snaps it back into place just as quickly, the pain enough to cause dots in your vision.

“There we go.” You think you hear the smallest tinge of regret there, but he steels himself as he starts to tug you along again. You loose your other heel, feet slapping against the bloody floor as you attempt to keep up, mind in an uncertain haze. There’s no more keeping up, not now.

“Yoongi…” It comes out terribly raspy, nearing a sob as your panic rises yet again; he’s a lost cause. He snaps at that, grabbing the back of your neck and wrenching your head back. You cry out as his lips brush your ear, head twisted at an odd angle.

“Be good Doctor. Don’t make me do something I might regret.”

[hobipaint]

Peppermint Mocha

synopsis: Wanting to break away from the hubbub of the big city life, you decided to return your quaint, tiny town, seeking solitude. However, you meet Hoseok, who seems way more familiar than he should, and your solitary vacation takes a turn - for the better, or for the worse?

genre: fluff

word count: 4.6k

rating: pg13

a/n: A very happy new year, everyone! And especially to the amazing @the-boy-meets-evil - jess, I was so glad I could be your secret santa this year! carol worked hard on her puns hehe :) i hope you enjoyed my asks and this fic! i'm so sorry for the delay in sending out this gift, but i hope you enjoy the extended holiday spirit :) and for everyone reading, I hope you have an amazing 2024!

written for the @kpopsecretsanta secret santa event! | my masterlist

The holidays always went a little too fast for your liking. You didn’t know when it Christmas had come, shown its colours, and left; it felt like yesterday that you were preparing for Halloween. And yet, the wispy bits of fluffy snow falling from the sky said that it had been long since that time. You could feel the frosty bits of snow crunching under your feet as you trudged out of the airport into the lanes of the town. 

In the distance, you could see the festive hubbub that surrounded your town - with officials figuring out logistics for lights and trees, vendors setting up their markets and little kids toying about with the snow: everything was exactly the same as you remembered when you had last been here. 

“10 years,” you whispered to yourself, a small smile forming on your lips. “Hello again.” 

Your family had once called this town home, back when you and your siblings were young kids. Time had flown away like the little snow flakes did now, and forced you all to move away from your home to build a future of your own. Normally, you would have wanted to be with your friends and family to celebrate the holidays, but something oddly made you want to come back here. 

Making sure you had your belongings, you asked around to figure out where your lodge was located, not recognising a lot of the shops that now decorated the streets. Your parents had recommended a lodge they had first stayed in when they came here, one out of two cabins owned by a family friend who had since shifted to New York. They let you rent out one for the holidays, and encouraged you to get acquainted with the stranger who would be renting the other cabin around the same time - “wouldn’t hurt to make a new friend,”  they’d said. 

A tap on your shoulder broke your reverie. “Y/N?” A voice called behind you, making you turn to face the person in question. Dressed cosily in a green sweater that screamed the holiday spirit with vibrant red hearts and candy canes all over it, it was a man, snowflakes settling in his fluffed up brown hair. He was tall in a way that made you stretch your neck up to look at his big smile, and his eyes had a soft crinkle to them, as if you had just shared a funny anecdote. 

“I’m Hoseok,” he mentioned, stretching out a hand. “I figured you’re the other person staying at the Woodson’s cabin, aren’t you?”

You accepted his hand, surprised at the warmth instantly engulfing your frosty fingers. “Yeah, I am. How did you know it was me, though?” 

He grinned, tilting his head to look at your heavy bags - as if they were a clear indication. “No one really travels alone with three big bags to this town unless they’re planning a long vacation.” 

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess that kinda gave it away.” You could feel him staring at you as if trying to figure out what kind of a person his neighbour for the next few days was like. 

Hoseok flashed a friendly smile. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ve got my car here, so if you don’t mind, we can get to the cabin together? Let me help you with those bags." He effortlessly grabbed two of your heavy bags, leaving you with just one.

“Thank you,” you said, following after him and settling into the warmth of his car. Helping him load your luggage on the car, Hoseok immediately ran off inside the car, immediately cranking the heat on. You couldn’t help but laugh as he gestured for you to come in quickly. 

“Not a fan of the cold, I presume?” you asked. 

“Brrrr,” he shivered, rubbing his palms together and blowing at them. “I love the aesthetics of cold weather, but absolutely hate the feeling of cold.” Starting the car, he slowly drove out of the parking lot, suddenly grinning to himself. “By the way, Y/N? You haven’t asked me for any proof of who I am,” he hesitated, looking over to you cautiously as if to detect any signs of panic. 

You froze at his words, realising his perspective: you had just trusted an absolute stranger and gotten in the car. “Should I be worried, though?” You tried to play it off casually. 

“I would suggest being worried, and not being relieved until you were sure I was the right person to approach you,” he said, lips pursed and hands tense on the steering wheel. “I could be really dangerous.”

For some reason, that stunned you, and yet, it made you burst out into laughter. 

Hoseok looked at you confused. “What?” 

Gasping for breath, you could barely stop your laughter enough to calm Hoseok’s concerned face. “Mrs. Woodson is a family friend, Hoseok. She’d already told me about you, and how you’ve been here for a few weeks at the cabin. I did recognise you a few seconds after you spoke to me.”  You grinned. “It would have been concerning if I did blindly trust you and get in the car, though.”

Hseok dramatically breathed out, as if a huge tension had been lifted off of his chest. “Well, at least you knew who I was. Imagine if you didn’t know anyone or anything in this town and got all lost? I would feel terrible.”

You settled into your seat, humming in agreement with him. “I do know this town well enough, though. I have lived here for long enough to know these streets, even if they’re more colourful now than then.” 

Hoseok smiled. “Ahh, so you lived here too.”

You turned to him in surprise. “You, too?”

He nodded. “I lived here for some years when I was younger. I don’t have very strong memories of this place here - I moved away with my dad after my parents divorced, you see - and came here only sometimes to visit my mom while she still lived here. And when all my family moved from here, I didn’t really have a reason to come back here as much.” He smiled softly. “But then, I just felt like I wanted to be here this year, alone, yes, but in a place I first started enjoying the holidays.” 

You hummed in agreement, understanding the sentiment.

He pointed to the houses you were crossing outside, all cheerfully decorated in lights and decor. ‘I used to rank the houses by their decor every year, and then go to the house I ranked first to tell them that they won,” he said, making you both laugh. “I wonder if the owners are still the same people.” 

“I would hope so, too,” you said. “‘My family and I had loads of friends we lost touch with. It would be nice to meet some of them.” 

The road to the cabin was a long one, you knew, and yet, you weren’t as bothered about travelling a long distance as you thought you would be. Hoseok’s company and your childhood nostalgia got the best of you, keeping the conversation in good spirits as you made your way to the cabin.

As you climbed the steps up to the Woodson's cabin, Hoseok spoke up, "By the way, if you ever need anything or have any trouble, feel free to knock on my door. We're practically neighbours for the next few days." He knocked at his door jokingly, before showing you into your cabin.

You nodded in gratitude, feeling a sense of warmth in both the gesture and the offer.

The Woodson's cabin was a rustic haven nestled amidst a picturesque snowy landscape. Its exterior, adorned with a glistening layer of snow, exuded a quaint charm that perfectly complemented the festive spirit of the holidays. A trail of footprints led to the wooden porch, where a wreath of pine cones and twinkling lights welcomed visitors.

Upon entering, the warm aroma of burning pine logs greeted you, emanating from a grand fireplace that stood as the heart of the cozy abode. The crackling flames cast dancing shadows on the log walls, revealing a collection of Wooderson family mementoes – framed photographs capturing moments of laughter, family gatherings, and snowy adventures. The memories were frozen in time, a testament to the cabin's rich history and the cherished moments shared by generations past.

The living area featured plush, oversized chairs and a well-worn sofa, adorned with festive throw blankets that beckoned you to sink in and relish the comfort. The windows, framed by heavy curtains, offered panoramic views of the snow-covered landscape, while the soft glow of fairy lights added a touch of enchantment.

In the corner of the cabin, a towering Christmas tree stood adorned with an array of ornaments, casting a festive hue that bathed the room in a warm and inviting light. A quaint dining table, draped with a red-and-green checkered tablecloth, held the remnants of a shared meal, as the remnants of peppermint hot cocoa lingered in the air.

The Woodson's cabin was a rustic haven nestled amidst a picturesque snowy landscape. Its exterior, adorned with a glistening layer of snow, exuded a quaint charm that perfectly complemented the festive spirit of the holidays. A trail of footprints led to the wooden porch, where a wreath of pine cones and twinkling lights welcomed visitors.

Upon entering, the warm aroma of burning pine logs greeted you, emanating from a grand fireplace that stood as the heart of the cosy abode. The crackling flames cast dancing shadows on the log walls, revealing a collection of Wooderson family mementoes – framed photographs capturing moments of laughter, family gatherings, and snowy adventures. You could spot your family and more familiar faces in the frames: the memories were frozen in time, a testament to the cabin's rich history and the cherished moments shared by generations past.

The living area featured plush, oversized chairs and a well-worn sofa adorned with festive throw blankets that beckoned you to sink in and relish the comfort. The windows, framed by heavy curtains, offered panoramic views of the snow-covered landscape, while the soft glow of fairy lights added a touch of enchantment.

In the corner of the cabin, a towering Christmas tree stood adorned with an array of ornaments, casting a festive hue that bathed the room in a warm and inviting light. A quaint dining table, draped with a red-and-green checkered tablecloth adorned the center of the cabin as the fragrance of toasted peppermint lingered in the air.

Hoseok bashfully scratched his head. “I may or may not have used your stove to make myself some Christmassy drinks.”

You grinned. “Was it something with peppermint?” 

“How did you know?” Hoseok asked, nodding in agreement as he stacked the washed and dried mug back in the cabinet. “I’ve always loved a good old mint flavoured drink, and ‘tis the season for peppermint, isn’t it?”

Seeing your vigorous agreement, Hoseok offered to whip up a drink for you while you settled your belongings in the cabin. 

“I’ll start the fireplace,” Hoseok called after you, busying away in the hall while you made your way to the bedroom. 

It felt like ages since you had sat by yourself, giving yourself time to do nothing. 

After you had moved away from your hometown, your life had been consumed with racing against the clock. With all your hardwork, you had been successful in your education, your career, and you had a place that you called your own. And yet, there were barely moments where you got to enjoy the time you so rightfully deserved to give yourself. Running around to prove yourself had only made you deprive yourself of your own time, seldom finding it in your busy hubbub. 

And now, as you overlooked the snow-laden mountains, with the town distantly coloured in a warm hue, you felt your shoulders melt into a more carefree, comfortable posture. You deserved this, you thought to yourself. It was more than worth it to come here, all alone, and enjoy one vacation in solidarity. You deserved the time all to yourself. 

And plus, Hoseok’s here for company, you added, feeling more and more resolute in your decision to take a break from the festive season. 

“This tastes really good, and I say that as someone who barely drinks coffee,” you hummed, hands wrapping around the warm mug that Hoseok handed to you.

He occupied the other end of the sofa, matching mug in his hands, crossing his legs comfortably. “That’s mainly because of the peppermint, Y/N. It adds a sense of uniqueness to the otherwise common coffee and elevates it.” You giggled at his narration as he indicated to his mug as if pitching a billion-dollar idea. 

“I noticed you like peppermints a lot,” you said, sipping away at the drink. “I like them too, but it is rare to find a fellow lover.”

“Oh, I love them!” Hoseok beamed eagerly. “Peppermint mochas are probably my favourite thing to make over the holidays. It is the only time of the year where it tastes just right and fits in, you know?” 

“My family used to make peppermint-infused hot chocolate,” you grinned. “It used to taste amazing.” 

As the crackling fire painted a warm ambience across the cabin, a subtle wave of nostalgia washed over you. The flickering flames seemed to dance in sync with the memories of holidays long gone, reminding you of the lively chaos that filled your childhood home during this time of year. 

Hoseok, sensing a shift in your demeanour, looked at you with understanding eyes. "Something on your mind, Y/N?" he asked, the glow from the fireplace casting a gentle warmth on his features.

You hesitated for a moment before responding, "It's just that... well, I miss my family. The holidays were always about being together; this year, being here alone feels different. I mean, it's wonderful to be back in this town, but the absence of their laughter and the familiar holiday chaos is hard to ignore."

Hoseok nodded empathetically, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I get that. Family has a way of making this time of year special. Maybe we can bring a little bit of that magic here. What's something your family always did during the holidays?"

As you shared tales of your family's traditions, Hoseok listened attentively. You don’t know when you two had started shifted closer, but soon enough, you and Hoseok were slapping each other on the arms while laughing away at old, embarrassing childhood stories. 

“I can’t believe you would do that!” you laughed, wiping a tear away from your eyes. Hoseok chuckled at your state. 

“Well, its at least better than when my family paraded me as baby Jesus on Halloween - my neighbour’s kid actually thought I was him,” he added, making you laugh even more. 

Outside, you could see the snow settling up higher and higher, and soon you and Hoseok decided to bid goodbye for the night. While walking him out, you chatted about more anecdotes from your time in this town - and you found yourself thinking, this vacation isn’t off to a bad start at all. 

Just before saying your goodbyes, Hoseok's eyes caught something above the door – a delicate mistletoe, adorned with tiny white berries, hung there as if placed by some unseen holiday fairy. A mischievous glint sparkled in Hoseok's eyes as he gently pointed upward.

"Well, look what we have here," he remarked with a playful grin, drawing your attention to the festive foliage above.

Your gaze followed his, and a soft gasp escaped your lips as you realized the implication. The air seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension, and a warm flush crept up your cheeks. Hoseok, with a charming smile, took a step closer, the glow of the cabin's lights framing his silhouette against the snowy backdrop.

"Tradition dictates that if two people find themselves beneath mistletoe, they share a kiss," Hoseok said, his voice low and filled with a playful warmth. “Unless they both don’t consent, of course.” 

You hesitated, before responding. “I’m single, so - unless you don’t want to -”

Before you could fully complete your words, Hoseok leaned in, closing the gap between you. Time seemed to slow as his lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss, capturing the essence of the winter night and the enchantment that hung in the air. The snowflakes continued their silent descent around you, adding a touch of whimsy to the unexpected yet welcomed moment.

As his lips parted from yours, you could feel the frosty snow take away his warmth, and you oddly wanted nothing more to pull him back and kiss him. 

But he was already walking away, promising to see you the next day. “See you tomorrow, beautiful."

The mistletoe kiss had cast a spell, and the days that followed became a tapestry woven with the threads of shared laughter and newfound connection. The town, now dressed in the shimmering aftermath of Christmas, beckoned the two of you to explore its post-celebration charm.

In the heart of the town, where the streets turned into a canvas painted with the hues of festive lights, you couldn't help but marvel at the lively holiday market. "It's like walking into a snow globe," you mused, the twinkling lights reflecting in her eyes.

Hoseok grinned, the glow of the lights accentuating the warmth in his eyes. "A magical snow globe where every shop is a treasure trove waiting to be discovered."

The vendors, like holiday artisans, showcased their creations with pride. Hoseok found himself drawn to a quaint bakery where the scent of peppermint-infused pastries lingered in the air. "I can almost taste the nostalgia in these," he remarked, savoring a bite of a holiday treat.

You chuckled, a melody that harmonized with the festive ambience. "Nostalgia is the secret ingredient that makes everything here taste like a piece of childhood."

As you both strolled through the town square, the ice-skating rink unfolded like a winter dreamscape. People of all ages took advantage of the icy wonderland, gliding and playing around on the ice. "Care to join me?" Hoseok extended his hand, the invitation echoing your kiss from a few nights ago.

You hesitated for a moment before taking his hand. “As long as you don’t make me fall,” you remarked, making him laugh. 

Evenings were a journey through the luminous streets, where each step resonated with shared stories and whispered dreams. The glow of holiday lights reflected in his eyes as they approached midnight. Hoseok, holding Y/N close, whispered against the backdrop of fireworks, "Here's to new beginnings."

It was almost as if the post-Christmas festivities had turned the town into a living storybook, with Hoseok and you as its protagonists. The holiday magic lingered in the air, blending seamlessly with the enchanting connection that unfolded like the turning pages of a heartwarming tale. 

A chilly onslaught broke the rather pleasant dream you were having. Groggily, you woke up, wrapping the blanket around you strongly to block out the sudden rush of iciness. The fireplace weakly flickered, and you could hear the howling winds outside as a storm built up. 

Not knowing what to do, you decided your best option was probably to try to revive the fireplace and whip up something warm for yourself. You poked at the fire, but it seemed like it wouldn’t revive at all. As the firewood dwindled and the flames grew weaker, the bitter cold of the snowstorm seeped into the cabin, chilling the air and turning every breath into a visible mist. Despite your best efforts, the fire refused to revive, leaving you shivering and desperate for warmth.

“I did come here to be alone, but this is not what I envisioned,” you laughed to yourself, hugging your blanket tighter. 

Your phone was not getting any network, so you hoped that Hoseok would somehow be awake at 2 AM. Bundling yourself up to the best of your abilities, you set out to his side of the cabin, knocking at his door as loudly as you could. 

A few minutes later, a rather disgruntled Hoseok appeared at the door. “Is everything okay?” he rasped, hair awry and clothes haphazardly pulled on. 

“I think my heating is broken, and the fire isn’t reviving, either.”  You explained. 

“Ahh.” Hoseok welcomed you in his cabin - a near mirror image of your one - and let you settle up on the couch while he volunteered to check on your heating system. 

While Hoseok busied himself outside, you noticed how tidy Hoseok had kept the cabin. There were more photos here - though you could only recognise a few faces - and a few more albums, stacked on the table next to the fireplace. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to peruse through one of them, immediately finding pictures of people from your neighbourhood celebrating Christmas together. On some pages, you could find your own parents smiling back at you, with your siblings holding hands with the other kids from the neighbourhood and singing carols captured in a faded photo. 

 To your surprise, you stumbled upon a faded photograph of two young kids, clutching a bag of peppermints, wearing matching grins.

Hoseok stepped in at that time, and yet, in your shock, you could barely register any of the words he was saying.

"Hoseok, is this...?" you began, showing him the picture.

He glanced over and chuckled. "Yeah, that's me, and my neighbour’s kid. We used to be quite the troublemakers when our families spent holidays here together."

You smiled. “Do you know where this kid is now?”

“No,” he said, sadly. “I wish I did, though. We used to be best friends when we were younger, literally joined at the hip, but didn’t really stay in touch after I left. I sometimes do wonder about her.” 

You held the picture up to your face, making Hoseok face you. “Don’t you think something about us looks similar?” 

Hoseok frowned, judging the faded Kodak with your beaming face. “You do have the same eyes, now that you say it. She had very pretty eyes.”

“Do you not remember her name?” You asked. 

“We would call each other with nicknames,” Hoseok said, dusting the snow off his hair. “I used to call her Bunny, and she used to call me-”

“Hobi,” you completed, eyes gleaming. 

Hoseok looked stunned. “Yeah, that’s what she called me. How did you know that?”

You laughed at his oblivion. “Because I am Bunny, silly.”

“Wha-oh?” Hoseok exclaimed, bracing himself as you rushed to hug your childhood best friend. “Are you serious?” 

“I am,” you convinced him, finding it just as hard to believe as him. I mean, you don’t come to a cabin on the outskirts of the town looking for solitude only to bump into your childhood best friend again, do you? 

Hoseok pulled away from you, gripping your shoulders and letting his eyes take in every part of you - as if he were meeting you for the first time again. “I can’t believe it is you.” 

“Me neither,” you said, as you kissed his cheek. “It has been far too long, Hobi.” 

Hoseok's astonishment lingered in the air as you both navigated the surprising reunion. The faded photograph, a relic of childhood mischief, lay forgotten on the table, replaced by the incredulous exchange between Bunny and Hobi after years of separation.

The cabin, with its walls echoing with the laughter of yesteryears, seemed to encase the timeless connection that had just resurfaced. Hoseok's eyes remained fixed on you, his disbelief slowly giving way to the realization that the Bunny he once knew was standing right in front of him.

As the shock settled, you couldn't help but laugh at the sheer serendipity of the moment. "I never imagined I'd find Bunny and Hobi reunited in a cabin on the outskirts of town," you remarked, a playful gleam in your eyes.

Hoseok joined in your laughter, the familiarity of shared memories weaving a comforting thread between you. "It's like a plot from a nostalgic movie," he added, shaking his head in amazement.

The two of you, now seated on the sofa, exchanged stories of the years that had passed, bridging the gap between then and now. The cabin, a silent witness to the unravelling narrative, seemed to cradle the essence of your rekindled friendship.

As the night wore on, and the snowstorm outside intensified, the cosy cabin transformed into a haven against the wintry tempest. Hoseok, ever thoughtful, stoked the fireplace, the flames casting a warm glow on the shared stories and laughter.

The sofa, now an island in the sea of nostalgia, beckoned both of you to its comforting embrace. The flickering flames, the snowstorm outside, and the whispers of shared memories paved the way for an unspoken understanding.

"You know," Hoseok began, his tone gentle, "it feels like we never really left those days behind. Just picked up where we left off."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of belonging that transcended time. "It's like we're continuing a story that got interrupted."

As the night deepened, the warmth of the cabin and the shared connection became a refuge from the cold. The sofa, once a witness to the nostalgia of the past, now cradled the reunion of Bunny and Hobi.

Hoseok, looking at you with a softness in his eyes, spoke words that resonated with the atmosphere of the cabin. "I'm glad you found your way back, Bunny."

You leaned in, your shoulders brushing against each other, and whispered, "Me too, Hobi. Me too."

The flickering flames painted a dance on the log walls, casting shadows that seemed to waltz in rhythm with your shared laughter. The coziness of the cabin, the gentle snowstorm outside, and the rekindled friendship all merged into a symphony of comfort.

In the hushed moments that followed, the realization dawned that sleep was claiming its territory. The sofa, now transformed into a shared haven, invited both of you to surrender to its embrace.

"You know, Hobi," you said, your voice a sleepy murmur, "I never thought I'd find such warmth in the midst of a snowstorm."

Hoseok chuckled, the sound a gentle melody. "Maybe the storm outside brought us the warmth we didn't know we needed."

And so, amidst the crackling fire and the distant howl of the snowstorm, you and Hoseok snuggled closer, finding solace in the shared warmth. The flickering flames painted a canvas of comfort, casting a soft glow on your intertwined fingers.

And then, as if the universe had orchestrated the moment, your gaze met Hoseok's, and in that shared glance, a silent understanding bloomed. With a tenderness that mirrored the nostalgia of rediscovery, your lips met in a gentle kiss, sealing the night with a promise of new beginnings. The flickering flames seemed to dance in celebration, casting a warm glow on the cabin, now a witness to your reunion. 

As sleep began to weave its tranquil spell, Hoseok whispered, "I’m so glad I met you again, Bunny."

You smiled, the words a gentle echo in the cozy cabin. "I’m so grateful, Hobi."

While your previous year left much to be forgotten, it seemed that this year had begun with the embrace of an unexpected reunion, the flickering flames and the snowstorm outside bearing witness to the rekindling of a friendship that time had only strengthened. In the arms of the cabin, beneath the quilt of shared memories, you and Hoseok surrendered to the tranquility of the night, finding peace in the warmth of each other's presence.

If you made it till here, thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed the fic - i would love to hear from you about it! love, hazel <3

[jjungkookislife]

Quarterly Fic Recs 2023: #1

Hello! I'm back with the first quarterly fic rec list of the year! I didn't read much these past few months but here are the fics I enjoyed!

Seokjin

Knocked @sailoryooons

summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

Yoongi

Twirl For Me @gimmethatagustd

summary: You’re perfectly content with admiring your ballet student’s father from afar, until he discovers the secret of your second job when he pays for a VIP room at the local strip club. What’s worse is your new knowledge of his secret life that won’t let you get him off your mind, no matter how awful it is. 

Under the Ice @hamsterclaw

summary: You and your partner Jimin are part of an emergency evacuation on the Hope base in Antarctica. A crack team is drafted in to help. The only problem? It includes your ex-husband Min Yoongi.

The Window @kithtaehyung

summary: you get to spend the holidays in a lavish private lodge with your brother and all his friends. but you’re just really fucking sad tonight… and maybe a bit mad, too.

Hoseok

none :(

Namjoon

Baby Fever @wildestdreamsblog

summary: You were more than just a secretary to him.

Jimin

none :(

Taehyung

none :(

Jungkook

Cherry Bomb @milfgyuu

summary: You’re a cocktail waitress in a high end nightclub and you’ve been mutually crushing on one of the bartenders. Tonight, one of your customers oversteps boundaries and when Jungkook gets involved, you’re ready to toss your ‘no dating co-workers’ policy out the window. 

Because I Love You Ch. 7 @readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

The Art of Trying @venusiangguk

summary: you’re trying to forget jungkook, but he’s trying to make sure you remember why you shouldn’t. 

Love to Hate (Extra Scene 1: Jungkook's POV) @kpopfanfictrash

summary: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Antidote @gimmethatagustd

summary: You know exactly how to make your boyfriend feel better when he’s feeling down, but he has his own plans.

Busted Again @btsgotjams27

summary: jungkook looks way too good in this outfit, and you need him to do some unspeakable things to you while in it.

OT7/Multiple Members

none :(

Seokjin

none :(

Yoongi

none :(

Hoseok

Good Teacher @here2bbtstrash

summary: hoseok teaching reader to suck dick ft. a serious virginity kink

Let's Put On a Show @/readyplayerhobi

summary: Welcome to HopeWorld! Lay back and enjoy a show with BehindTheScene’s number one dominant camboy, Hope! Are you looking for a Master to make you whine? A Sir to make you beg? Or a Daddy to treat you right? Hope’s got something for everyone...

Flower ^

summary: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

Peppermint ^

summary: Achieving your dream job is something that very people manage to do, which is why you’re all the more happier when you land a job on the film team at Poppin’ Culture; the biggest pop culture website, blog and YouTube channel around. What you don’t expect however, is to fall for the exceptionally shy and awkward colleague who is not even remotely your type. Or is he?

Transference @dark-muse-iris

summary: Prolonged periods of work-related stress bring you to a crossroads in your life that leaves you prone to make impulsive decisions. During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card belonging to a "tantric therapist" and take a risk. When you discover your therapist is an attractive young man with a penchant for shibari, you throw caution to the wind as he helps guide you to self-recovery.

Gone Wild @johobi

summary: Hoseok consumes porn like he does Cheetos: in unhealthily large amounts. He’s seen, and jacked off to, most things imaginable. But there are those photos that always draw him back…

Namjoon

Leave No Trace Behind @yoongiphoria

famous!namjoon x gn!reader

Jimin

I Can Do Better @here4btsfics

summary: Your boyfriend of two years just dumped you and you're angry and sad. So get hammered with your coworker at his place and eat bad food and watch trash TV. Which leads to some interesting conversations.

Taehyung

Daydreaming @hisunshiine

summary: Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene. 

Late Night Talking ^

summary: ‘we’ve been doing all this late-night talking about anything you want until the morning, now you’re in my life, i can’t get you off my mind.’ KTH is your favorite camboy, & you’ve just been chosen as the winner of his contest. The winner gets to have their fantasy play out, with a twist and a gift...the platform is testing a new ability to allow the content creators to also see their subscribers in real time. 

Cinema ^

summary: i guess we’re in time, if you’re getting yourself wet for me. KTH is your favorite camboy, & after winning a contest, the two of you have grown closer and gotten to know each other after a one-on-one session. After realizing you live in the same city, he asks to meet you—IRL.

Jungkook

The Ex Text @kookdiaries

summary: The 2 AM texts have started again, and despite wishing to forget him, you’ll never have anyone as good as your ex.

Because I Love You Ch. 8 @/readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

Lucky, Lucky Girl @kth1fics

summary: The joy of Jungkook having a grand ol’ time with his own personal karaoke night causes you, his roommate, to grow more and more annoyed.

Love to Hate (Extra Scene 2: Jungkook's POV) @/kpopfanfictrash

summary: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Red-Handed @bangtanstanst

summary: Two lessons learned today: patience is a virtue, and fitting rooms are much less private than you thought.

On Mute @yoon-kooks

summary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confided in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

Micro-orgasm @dovechim

summary: biology lab takes an entirely different spin when you find something unexpected in your cheek cell sample. 

OT7/Multiple Members

Before I Leave You Ch. 47 @hollyhomburg

summary: A visit to Namjoon’s hospital to get tae on some gender affirming hormones (good girl juice) leads to some…surprising developments. “You can’t just say ‘addictive slick’ and expect us to be on board with it!?”

Seokjin

9 Months to Fall In Love Ch. 21 Ch. 22 Ch. 23 @floralseokjin

summary: It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in. Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it. Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

Yoongi

Ego: Hoe Chronicles @suga-kookiemonster

summary: he was messing with you again. he was messing with you, trying to get a reaction out of you simply for his own amusement. but you refused to give it to him—refused to give him the satisfaction of playing right into his hands.

Three Tangerines @/kithtaehyung

summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

Summer BBQ ^

summary: the summer cookout at your place is fun as hell despite the way you have to avoid yoongi looking like sin incarnate. but when he gets asked an unavoidable question, you suddenly feel exposed. and very, very cold. 

Fortuitous @underthejoon

summary: Your fates were sealed long before your paths crossed. Get your diploma and get married. You were similar in that way – both bound by outdated customs. Falling in love was never something either of you dared to dream about. Until it happened.

Of Fire and Love @/hollyhomburg

summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops off a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of the woods.

Sweetener @taegularities

summary: You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

Take Five @jiminrings

summary: dr. min yoongi’s a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand — oh and also, he’s divorced. alternatively, you’re yoongi’s nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out — he never said anything about accepting though.

Insemination Wars @prolixitae

summary: getting pregnant isn’t an easy feat, especially when balancing work and a stubborn husband. a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making

Crescent Bound @parkhabits

summary: Being a transfer student in the middle of the term was no one’s ideal choice. Maybe this time would be different, this time you’d try and branch out of your little academic bubble and create a social life, friendships, maybe even find love. It didn’t take long to figure out that Min Yoongi only associated within his specific group. Yet something drew you to him and him to you, however you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to him. 

The Airdrop Incident @/yoon-kooks

summary: You accidentally AirDrop a racy photo of yourself in strappy lingerie to your hot and arrogant neighbor Min Yoongi.

Hoseok

none :(

Namjoon

Make a Move @joheunsaram

summary: Your perfect summer bucket list was almost complete, except for one newly added item.

You're Welcome to Stay, If You Want @taleasnewastime

werewolf au

Jimin

Put It On Me @jimilter

summary: When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up.

Taehyung

Beautiful Dreamer @mikrokcsmos

summary: in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

Ladybug @cupoftaae

Jungkook

Sweet Nothing @adonis-koo

summary: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself. His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

T-Shirt @still-with-koo

summary: you wake up in your friend’s bed after spending last night partying at his sister’s wedding as his fake girlfriend.

OT7/Multiple Members

The Sordid Place Ch. 2 @nabiolive

summary: Namjoon breaks down and installs Grindr after his friends complain he is “terminally single,” despite never really being into hook ups. Jungkook is an old pro at the hookup app. Their connection is instant.

Collateral ^

summary: Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You. But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

Before I Leave You Ch. 49 @hollyhomburg

summary: Hobi has a bad day, you make it better.

Daydreams @euphoricfilter

summary: sometimes it’s nice to get lost in daydreams

[sopejinsunflower]

2022.001.014: Written in the Stars

Jungkook came home one day with a block of wood under his arms. He went straight to the back of the house to Yoongi’s workshed.

He found the older man leaning on a saw, cutting through a two by two wood, his biceps flexing under the sleeves of his T-shirt. Yoongi paused and looked up when Jungkook entered, a questioning look on his face. His eyes were immediately drawn to the block of wood in Jungkook’s arms. He nodded towards it. “What’s that for?”

Jungkook looked a little flustered, holding the block of wood in both hands, brain whirring, trying his best to think about how to explain it to Yoongi. “I got this from work,” he said, an obvious explanation but not what Yoongi was asking. Yoongi only stared at him, letting the boy speak when he was ready. Jungkook scratched the back of his head, sheepishly grinning. “I wanted to give her something for Valentine’s,” he finally admitted. 

Yoongi smirked. “And you want me to make it for you?”

“No,” Jungkook replied, shaking his head. “I…want you to teach me.”

Yoongi put down the saw, wiping his brows with his sleeves. He regarded the younger man for a little while. “Valentine’s in a week. You might not have time.”

The man looked a little crestfallen but stuttered out, “I can learn fast if it’s you, hyung.”

Yoongi thought about it but he didn’t have to think much. He knew how resilient Jungkook was and knew him well enough to know that what Jungkook aimed for, he’d achieved it. He pushed aside the current customer’s project he was working on and patted the empty space on the table in front of him. “Bring it here. Tell me what you want to make.”

That Valentine’s gift is still somewhere in the house now, stored somewhere on the third floor, unknowingly catalogued by you in that first month you were here under the miscellaneous category. If Jungkook knew about the catalogue, he would wonder if you remember it. Does it invoke any past memories? Did you feel anything when you held it? The questions swirl in his mind as they all pile out the backdoor and out into the backyard, the wind nipping at his cheeks but not exactly why they’re red. 

Namjoon digs his elbows into Jungkook’s side, gently nudging him. “Time to shine, kid.”

Jungkook’s smile is a small one. “I don’t know if I remember much. What if I can’t find anything?”

“Relax, Kookie,” Namjoon soothes, placing one hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “It’ll come naturally. And even if it doesn’t, it’s okay. We do this every cycle. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Jungkook’s smile wavers. “We didn’t in the last cycle,” he says in an almost whisper. “She was never interested to look up.”

Namjoon sighs. “She…had other things on her mind back then. We lost her even before we even knew it.” In fact, I don’t think we ever really fully got her, Namjoon adds to himself. 

The two walk silently for the rest of the way, lost in their own thoughts.

~~~

The sky is surprisingly clear, millions of stars twinkling down on us. 

A tarp is placed as a base to protect our clothes from the slightly dewy grass and the moist ground underneath. Thick blankets are piled on top along with a smattering of small cushions. Mrs Oliviera is arranging something in the middle of the space and as we get closer, I can see a small table set up. The housekeeper is fussing over a tea set for eight and standing up when she hears us approaching. She steps off the tarp, puts on her shoes and waits restlessly for us to come up.

“There’s some Earl Gray in the pot. Drink it to keep warm,” she says briskly, talking only to me and not even looking at the guys. “Don’t stay out too late.” She walks away back towards the house and I slip off my shoes. 

Stepping into the blanket pile and choosing a spot to sit down, I noticed that she had also set up mosquito repellents in all four corners, the green swirling kinds that burn. Thankfully, it smells like peppermint. 

Jungkook settles on my right and Hoseok to my left, with Jimin and Jin next to Jungkook and Yoongi, Taehyung and Namjoon on the other side of Hoseok. The tarp isn’t so big so I’m knee to knee with both men as we sit cross-legged, trying to arrange the blankets and cushions to make it more comfortable. Jungkook is awfully quieter than usual. 

I’m feeling a little clueless. Do we lie down? Do we sit and look up? That wouldn’t be comfortable, would it? When I saw them do this the night I first met them, they were all lying down in a row in the grass; no blankets, no cushions. And they looked like they were having a lot of fun. Is it more pressure to have me around in one of their activities? I don’t know, but it had felt personal back then, like it was something they did just between them. 

When Jungkook lies down, I follow his lead, lying down next to him on the cushion he had placed in my spot. I fold my hands over my stomach and just remain there, unmoving, transfixed by the sight above me. I don’t think I have ever seen such a beautiful night, the stars suddenly coming out in hordes. A cloud of what looks like dust crosses the sky horizontally, making everything look like some kind of scene from a sci-fi movie. I guess there’s a perk of living away from civilization and surrounded by forest after all; you don’t get this in the city, not where I used to live. 

Where I used to live. With Nick, who didn’t even want to go to the planetarium with me. “You see stars all the time, babe. Just look up,” he would say. But city skies have this red tint about them at night, like it couldn’t ever fully go dark because of all the lights, something he wouldn’t ever notice because why would he? 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” 

I wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes and nod at Hoseok’s words. It’s breathtaking, so beautiful I can’t believe I’ve missed this my whole life. This, all I ever wanted was this with someone who claimed to love me, but I guess when you ask from the wrong person, everything feels like you’re asking for too much. It was like fighting a losing battle, or trying to push a rolling stone back up the hill. It was exhausting. 

My sniffling must have alerted the others because both Jungkook and Hoseok push up on their elbows, looking down at me. The looks on their faces are a little comical. It made me burst into laughter, perfectly masking the tears as happy ones. Jungkook relaxes but Hoseok isn’t easily convinced, giving me a hard look. 

I pat him on the arm. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just a little emotional.”

He finally settles back down but this time I can feel him brushing up against me. The eight of us lay there in complete silence with the exception of a distant cricket somewhere in the grass, playing us the song of its people as accompaniment. Occasionally, the song is interjected with the sound of the trees swaying in the gentle breeze of the night. A blanket keeps my bottom half warm but the body warmth emitting from the two men next to me is enough to keep the chill from my arms and neck at bay. 

Jungkook shifts closer, extending his arm to point to the sky. “Do you know that our lives were already written, up there in the stars?”

~~~

His voice starts shaky and unsure, the volume just loud enough for you and Hoseok to hear, but not the others. 

To their credit, they keep their mouths shut, letting Jungkook gain confidence as he gets more comfortable. So for the first five minutes, all Namjoon hears is the drone of Jungkook’s voice but not what was said. He remains lying there, emptily blinking up at the sky. He turns his head just slightly to look at Taehyung and finds him already looking back with a confused look, also unable to catch any words. Taehyung shrugs his shoulders. 

You, on the other hand, are completely and utterly enraptured. Your eyes follow every gesture and waving of Jungkook’s hands as he paints invisible pictures above you, capturing you with astrology lores that he once read in books, books that only sound vaguely familiar to you. He spins tales of divination and horoscopes, of how one’s life’s journey can be unravelled among the stars; past, present and future all easily unfold if looked hard enough. He conveys how the Greeks and Romans look to astrology when invoking divine work, whether it be to disclose mysteries or to seek protection against misfortunes. 

The more Jungkook talks, the more animated your eyes get. Hoseok watches you both closely, arms behind his head, raising his head at a subtle angle. A soft smile plays on his lips. He’s only half-listening to the youngest (he’s heard the stories a million times over), watching you the same way you’re looking up at the stars. 

~~~

Jungkook talks about the stars the same way Nick used to talk about football; the English kind, not the American one. 

The only difference is that I’m actually listening, hanging on to every word, every scribbling of his finger, every pause as he takes a breath. He’s like a seasoned storyteller, painting pictures and scenes in front of my eyes so easily with his easy words and hand movements. Most of the stories I’ve never heard before but something wiggles in the back of my mind, like an itch that needs to be scratched. The feeling only grows stronger the more Jungkook speaks, like I’m supposed to know the things he talks about, like I've heard them before. 

But the information is new; from lores and legends of astrology to its history from different civilisations’ perspectives and to how it’s been put to use by kings and queens of past monarchies. Then, in a more lowered tone, Jungkook orates about how our lives were already written in the stars; past, present and future. He says that some paths had already been chosen for us the day we were born, a smattering of stars bursting in the sky to chart our journey, and this is why when you want something, you should tell the universe, so the stars might realign to assist in your goals. 

I can’t help but feel that it’s all a bit of an exaggeration but something in the stories gives me both grief and comfort. Who decides on what? Is it just your luck then, depending on how the stars scatter? My life doesn’t sound like something written in stars, more like the aftermath of a planet destroyed, the pieces scattering every which way that trying to put them together will just drive people crazy. Lives that are written in the stars sound too romantic for mine to be one of them. 

Jungkook pauses, just staring up at the sky silently. Then, he says thoughtfully, “I don’t think I believe in any of all that I said.” I turn to him in surprise. “But there’s a sense of comfort in them. Don’t you think so? Like however your life turns out to be, there’s always a reason, a purpose that it was made like that. It’s hard to see unless you really look.”

There’s a tenderness in his eyes that I’ve never really seen before as he looks at me, pupils blown wide as if he’s expecting for something. I hear Hoseok shift from behind me but I’m too captivated by Jungkook that I remain there, staring back at him. And then he blinks and turns forward, back towards the sky. I swallow hard, suddenly realising there’s a lump there. What was he trying to say? 

It’s a few minutes before Jungkook takes a deep breath and starts speaking again, this time his voice is heavier, like he’s telling me something serious. “Have you heard of the story of the eight lovers?”

I raise my eyebrow, thinking. “No, I don’t think so.”

~~~

At Jungkook’s question, Hoseok furrows his eyebrows, cocking his head sideways. 

He’s heard Jungkook stories so many times before he practically knows them by heart, but this one, the story he asked you about is not familiar to him. He’s never told this one before. He listens intently.

~~~

“Would you like to hear it?”

I nod, curious.

“Okay,” Jungkook says. “But I’d like to ask that you don’t ask any questions while I tell the story. Okay?”

“Odd, but okay,” I promise, settling down to get comfortable, as opposed to Hoseok who is starting to get restless next to me. “You’re good?”

Hoseok squirms again. “I don’t know. You’re not tired?”

I shake my head. “Jungkook’s about to tell a story.”

“Maybe another time, Kookie?”

Jungkook is silent but looks at me. “I guess it’s up to you, pet. Your call.”

“It’s a weekday. You have class tomorrow right?” Hoseok asks, sitting up on his elbows. I check the time and it’s only a little after eight and give him an incredulous look. “It’s still early.” I turned back to Jungkook with an encouraging smile. “Tell me the story, please.”

Jungkook stares past me to Hoseok and then after a while, he lays back down. “Settle down, then. It’s going to be a long one.”

It takes a moment before Hoseok finally lies on his back again, this time, his hands resting on top of his chest, crossed. The others, however, remain quiet, stoic, eyes looking up ahead towards the vast dark sky above us, like they are neither with or against the whole strange back and forth between Jungkook and Hoseok, like they didn’t want to get involved or just weren't sure if they wanted to.

“The story takes us back to the fifteenth century, at the turn of an era. It was dusk when the people spied seven figures trudging up the path that led to the town circle. Their names were Michael, Gabe, Raph, Uri, Joe, Cam and Zed…”

Jungkook’s story goes like this…

Exiled. Expelled. Banished. 

These words spun around and around in circles in the head of one of the tallest ones, dragging his tired feet through the dirt, the cloak on his back so ragged and torn from the distance travelled that it was no longer the colour it originally was. Had it been white? He was no longer sure, barely remembered anything from before they started their long, gruelling walk through the desert area. His lips felt swollen and cracked, his tongue like sandpaper and his throat so parched swallowing was painful.

This was the first civilization they finally came across after days, no, months, was it years? Uri had lost count. It had felt like an eternity, wandering aimlessly in no-man’s-land, exhausted and desperate to get out of the heat and the harshness of a world untamed. They were far away from home, having walked thousands of miles, unable to ever return again. At times, Uri thought the punishment was appropriate for those who broke the law, but then again wasn’t it too severe? They were among the top people of the highest regard, contributing the most to the town, only to be chased out so easily like that, like mange dogs with nothing but the clothes on their backs.

The new town they came across was a lot smaller, dimmer and the people regarded them warily, narrowing their eyes suspiciously as they passed by. Mothers pulled their children closer and the men puffed out their chests as if to warn the newcomers not to try anything. But the seven were too bone-tired that they barely noticed their surroundings. Unbeknownst to them, a young lad had run up to the town leader’s hut and informed him of the seven travellers and now both of them were hauling asses back towards the town’s circle, the older man in his forties huffing and puffing along. 

The two of them arrived just in time, before the newcomers managed to enter the town any further. “Halt!” 

The seven figures stopped dead in their tracks, finally raising their eyes to see the town leader standing in front of them, red in the face, one hand held up. Michael stepped forward, assuming his position as the head of his small group. “We travelled far and would be appreciative of a little sustenance before we continue on. We mean no harm and want no trouble.”

The town leader eyed them, not sure whether to trust the stranger’s words or not. He looked at their tattered clothes, the grime on their faces, the beat up nature of them all and made the decision that would later change the history of his small town. His eyes roamed the crowd growing around them and spotted a familiar face, the innkeeper. He waved him over. “Give them food and shelter for the night.” One last look at them, he added, “And a change of clothes.”

The innkeeper didn’t look too pleased. “And who will be the one to pay for all that, sir?”

The town leader’s eyes flashed angrily. “Just see to it, Johannes, for god’s sake. I’ll send you the coins after you get everything done.”

Michael bowed his head at the town leader. “May I have your name so I know who we are indebted with?”

“William,” the town leader answered. “Follow Johannes and we can talk again in the morning.”

“You have our deepest gratitude, Mr William,” professed Michael, again with another deep bow. This time, the other six copied his gesture. William was overflowed with pride, never had anyone bowed to him before. He stood there with his chest out, watching them leave, following the innkeeper back to his place. 

The next morning, William came to visit them at the inn. Fed and clean, the seven men looked a lot younger than he expected, continuously thanking him for the act of kindness he had shown them. To William’s horror, they were put into one room, cramped inside a tiny space with only two mattresses to share, yet all of them insisted it had been enough for them to rest. 

“What’s this about one room, Johannes?” he bellowed at the innkeeper sitting behind the bar counter. 

“I have guests, sir,” Johannes replied not too convincingly. 

Michael spoke up. “It was more than enough, my lord. We have never been more well-rested. If there’s anything we can do to pay you back, anything at all, we’ll gladly take it up.”

William chuckled loudly. “There are no lords here, son. Just a tradesman who had the unfortunate luck to be voted leader.” He glared at Johannes, tossing a single gold coin onto the table. “Are you planning to stay around long?” He looked at seven faces in turn, settling on the one who seemed to speak the most, Michael. 

Michael looked around at the others. He smiled and William almost stumbled back on his heels. Such radiance was the smile that it baffled him to feel like that, especially for another man! “We are, mostly living our fates to the wind. We have no home, no family, no place to go.”

William frowned. “From which town did you say you were from?”

Again, Michael smiled but this time, it was not a happy one. Even William is feeling a bit disheartened. “Far, far away from here, unfortunately. So far I don’t think we’ll ever find our way back.”

William nodded hesitantly. He wanted to ask why they’ve come and what had they done to be in this predicament but a part of him didn’t want them to disclose any private information in front of someone like Johannes. “Come,” he beckoned the men, rapping on the wooden table twice. “I’ll show you how you can repay me.”

They walked back towards the town circle where the market was newly set up. It was bustling with shouts of merchants and children zigzagging in between the adults. The air was lively and even if it was a small town, they were thriving. William stood there, watching the men look over his town with pride. “Welcome to Little Leisl; population five hundred, if you include the children,” William announced with a beam and a twinkle in his eyes. 

From the crowd a group of men came forward and greeted the town leader. “Mornin’, Chief.”

“Morning, lads,” William answered. He gestured his hand to the seven men. “Meet the newcomers. This is Michael and his friends. They’ve travelled far and are looking for work. I thought you men might need extra hands.”

A soft murmur went around the town’s men as they looked at the newcomers from head to toe, silently judging if they’d be of any help or slow them down. William, turned to the seven. “Now, which ones of you are good with your hands?” Two hands hesitantly raised; Gabe and Zed. “Alright, you two go with Ulric over here.”

The two separated, following the older man with greying hair tied into a ponytail. William didn’t wait for them to go far before asking again, “Anyone good with the sick? We need people at the infirmary.” Michael and Joe raised their hands and they, too, broke away to follow another man off in the opposite directions. William indicated that the other three left follow him into town; he’d find some use for them. 

By the end of the day, Gabe was accepted into the carpenter guild for his skilled and deft hands and Zed decided to join a more laborious part of the woodwork, the tree fellers, for his exceptional strength and youth. Michael found joy at the infirmary, attending those in need of his gentle touch and good humour while Joe was pulled aside to tend to the younger children for his soft-spoken charm. By the end of the week, however, Joe was offered a place at the town’s only school, teaching various life skills and knowledge. 

Smart Uri joined the engineers guild, trained for his swift mind. Due to his hands and feet not being able to coordinate well with his fast-paced brains, he was mostly put to use as the one who did all the calculations and work planning, only ever going down onto the field when he needed to personally observe the work done. Careful and detail-oriented Ralph was the early version of a banker and Cam was recruited on the spot by an elderly woman to help with her shop as they passed by with William. He didn’t go willingly but it paid well enough for him to stay. 

By the end of the seven days, when it was made clear that the newcomers had assimilated so efficiently and effectively into the community, the town chief quietly added the tally of the town’s population by an additional seven. People were curious but no one ever asked any questions, the seven seamlessly cementing their newfound places with much ease and comfort. For an unspeakable reason, everyone who met them had the tendency to only ever speak highly of them, trusting them having no ill will towards their beloved town. 

They even managed to pay for their own rooms at Johannes inn, sharing two rooms between them until Gabe and Zed finished building their new home at the edge of town, near the forest line where a stream ran through the backyard. It took three months for the people of Little Liesl to forget they were ever outsiders and another three months for the town’s economy to suddenly start booming, bringing in travellers and pilgrims from all corners of the country.

The seven men were content; not happy but content. Happiness is nothing but a concept to them, unable to truly grasp its true meaning. They lived their day to day lives as normally as any other men in town; the only difference, and what other people had also noticed, was the fact that, outside of work, they were rarely ever seen alone. It was always either all seven of them together or in groups of twos or threes; at the tavern having drinks, at the market on weekend mornings, in the evenings at festivities. They were invited by others, of course, but the seven hardly ever socialised outside of work and outside of their own little group. 

The town’s people had a name for them; The Seven. They’d talk about them when they’d see them on the streets or out and about: “Oh, it’s the two from the Seven”, “Have you seen the Seven today?”, “The Seven are sitting over there, should I go say hi?”, “Mail for the Seven!”. And they knew it, too, taking it upon themselves to incorporate it in their lives, like an inside joke of sorts. It started with Gabe carving the sailor’s knot into the outside wall panels of their small little cottage and people loved it especially so when Joe decided to teach the school children a little about Celtic lores.   

Seven is a spiritual number, combined with a little bit more mythology stories and the unspoken mysteries surrounding their arrival, Michael, Gabe, Raph, Uri, Joe, Cam and Zed became somewhat of a living legend. Little Liesl grew bigger and children grew older and William’s son, Henry, became the next chief. He was the same age as the Seven, fast friends with Michael who assumed the role of an informal advisor to Henry. 

As the years went by, the Seven became prominent figures of the town, not because of their positions or jobs (as that never changed), but due to their well-respected reputations; men trusted them, fathers proposed marriage for their daughters to them, women swooned as they passed on the streets, and children ran up to them. The little cottage also grew along with their wealth that they no longer shared a room. It was still small but it was cosy and comfortable; it kept them warm in the winter nights and cool during the blazing heat of summer.   

The Seven honestly believed that they had found the happiness that they had only ever heard about. They had a roof over their heads, food on the table, jobs that needed them and a place in a community. They came a long way from being a group of exiles, lost in the desert for so long that the moon and sun blurred together. They’ve even forgotten about the place where they came from, shoved to the back of their minds, to be forgotten forever. 

Life was good. Life was mundane but good. Until they met her.

“Mreoowww!”

~~~

I let out a scream and scramble to get up in a panic, looking behind me to see Karma sitting right by the cushion I had my head on.

“Karma!” I yelp, half relieved, half still trying to pull my soul back into my body. “What the hell, boy.” I rub my chest, trying to calm down. The others have sat up, too, looking around bewildered, eyes wide and faces pale from the shock. Hoseok is literally on his feet, his face pulled from how much his mouth is turned upside down. 

Jin starts yelling, speaking so fast it’s impressive. “Yah, I almost had a heart attack, you little cat! Why are you so sneaky? Are you a ninja? I could have died, my heart still won’t stop beating so hard. Ah, it hurts.” He’s pressing on his chest, doubling down on his knees, his face a mixture of pain and mirth.  He turns his head to me. “You okay?”

I break into a laugh. “I’m okay. You don’t look so good.”

“I’m putting a bell on him,” Jin says with a grimace. 

With one last look at us, Karma turns his back, swishes his double tails and leisurely walks back towards the house. How the hell did he even come out? I follow him with my eyes, watching to see his entry point since the back door is closed to keep the cool night breeze out. 

While the boys settle back in their spots, sitting up this time to stretch and recheck the mosquito repellents (Hoseok fussing with his blanket, shaking them out for bugs), I watch as Karma climbs the pipes against the walls like a climbing pole, all the way up to the second floor, his little black figure going up vertically next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, easily ascending pass the celtic knot design before jumping lithely onto the first window box, trampling all over the small flowers in there. He jumps from window box to window box until he reaches mine, paws at the window and then silently creeps inside. 

“Wow,” I breathe out. “That’s one spectacular cat.”

“You should’ve named him Ninja,” Jin grumbles. 

I grin at him, nodding. “Yeah, I should’ve. I just didn’t see him doing all that.” I wave in the general direction of the house. I look at Jungkook. “Are you going to continue the story?”

Jungkook briefly glances at Hoseok then back at me. “Maybe next time? The mood is kind of lost.”

~~~

Your face falls, disappointment so vivid it hurts Jungkook to endure. He gives Hoseok another glance but the older man is already upset enough that he doesn’t want to push it. Not tonight. 

“Sorry, love,” Jungkook apologises softly. “Stories like that need to be in the right setting and the right time. A great love story can’t be rushed.” He swallows, feeling the words he just said stinging a little. 

You sigh but don’t argue. “And we were getting to the good part, too.” You stretch your arms over your head, twisting your body from side to side to relieve the stiffness building on your coccyx. You look up towards the house and your eyes narrow. Without looking away from whatever you’re looking at, you ask, “Jungkook, the story is purely fictional, right?”

Jungkook contemplates on the answer, studying your face as if that will tell him what to say. When you finally turn to look at him expectantly, he shrugs nonchalantly. “I read it somewhere a long time ago.” A very long time ago, he thinks. “Why?”

You shake your head slowly but your eyes are still fixed in one spot. Jungkook turns towards the direction you’re looking at, trying to see what you’re seeing. The back of the house with its wild growing creepers seems to be free of any climbing cats but then his eyes fall on the sailor’s knots of the stained glass windows. Then he locked eyes with Hoseok, glaring at him pointedly but there’s nothing that he can say to you that will not add any more questions and suspicions in your mind. 

“Is it a popular story, Jungkook?”

Jungkook is slightly taken aback by the question but in his scrambled up, unprepared mind, he nods his head. “Kind of?”

“I wonder if my grandaunt heard the story, too, in her life,” you say dreamily. You turn to smile at him. “I can’t wait to finish listening to that story. I bet it’s a good one.” You raised a hand in a stop motion to his face. “Nope! Don’t tell me how it ends. I don’t want any spoilers.”

Jungkook only smiles. “I won’t.”

Your eyes soften. “Thank you for telling me about the Seven.”

“Someone once told me that when we die, we become part of the stars, another constellation to be rearranged again.” You lower your head from looking up. “He told me that we’re all made of past stories, reincarnated from past lives to live out the things we didn’t get to do before and the cycle will keep going until we’ve achieved what we were made to do.”

Jungkook gulps. “And then what?”

You shrug your shoulders but remain smiling. “I don’t know. I can’t remember if he told me or not. But I think there’s beauty in the unknown. It keeps you on the right path. If you know it’s a good ending, you probably wouldn’t strive as hard as you should. And if you know it’s bad, well, then there’s nothing left to look forward to. Not knowing keeps you balanced.”

“Whoever told you that sounds wise,” Namjoon comments in a brisk tone from somewhere behind Hoseok. “I want to meet him.”

You chuckle lightly but then your face changes to one of confusion, like you’re trying to remember something but unable to. “Hm, I don’t think I even remember who it was,” you hum, your voice quiet. You frown. “Which is strange because I remember his words.”

You’re starting to look upset and Jin claps his hands together, loud enough to jerk your head up. “Alright, time for bed.” To his surprise, you pout at him. “Can’t we just stay out here a little bit more?”

Jin looks a little lost for words. He looks to the others for help, unable to turn you down but isn’t sure if he should encourage you. Finally, Hoseok relents, sighing lightly. “Fine,” he says, patting your cushion to tell you to lay back down. “One more story and we’ll all go to bed.” Your eyes light up and Hoseok adds, “Not that story. Something else. Something…shorter.”

Again, your bottom lip juts out but you don’t disagree. You lie back down and pull the blanket up to your chest, suddenly starting to feel a little chilly. The others settle back down and Jungkook starts up a new story, one that’s much simpler and with no mysteries or twisted fates and destinies, just a straightforward, easy-to-the-ears story of star-crossed lovers who found each other. 

Jungkook’s voice is soft and quiet, depicting for you scenes of flowery hills and dusty night skies, telling you of two hearts becoming one and lives lived happily ever after. The story takes him fifteen, twenty minutes tops, and when he finally finished, and the silence greets them again, they can all hear the soft, deep breathing of their lover, fast asleep in between Hoseok and Jungkook. They rock-scissors-paper it and Taehyung gets to be the one to carry you back into the house, wrapped in the blanket you pulled around yourself. 

Taehyung walks ahead, careful to take soft steps so as to not wake you. Ollie opens the back door as he approaches, almost as if she had been waiting all along. Behind them, far enough away from disturbing you, Hoseok rounds on Jungkook, his expression stormy. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Jungkook schools his face to look impassively back at Hoseok. “It’s just a story, hyung. No need to get all worked up.”

 “You and I both damn well know that’s not just a story,” Hoseok snaps, jabbing a finger into the youngest’s shoulder. “I thought we’ve been through this, Jungkook.”

“To her, it’s just a story,” Jungkook retorts, equally vehemently this time. “The last time we had this talk, you told me I was right. And it’s not like I sprang onto her or something. It’s fine. She’s fine. And if it helps her remember then-”

“You’re saying that we should break it to her through a story?!”

Jungkook grits his teeth. “Compared to lying to her day in and day out, yes.”

Both the men stay quiet, four eyes unwilling to give in to the other. What Jungkook said is true and it struck a nerve with Hoseok when he, as the older one, is unable to refute it. Their lies are just them spinning on yarns, balling them up haphazardly. What happens when it all comes undone, unravelling at their feet, tangled and torn? He tells himself it was necessary, that all he needs to do, that they need to do, is make you fall in love with them and once that happens the truth will be easier to deal with. 

“A love built on the foundation of lies isn’t a strong one,” Jungkook says under his breath. He knows what Hoseok is thinking, having been told the same justification over and over again. “It’s fake. It’s not real, hyung. We can’t rely on her loving us to just dismiss the lies and carry on like it meant nothing. I don’t want to keep doing that. I love her, hyung. Just as much as you do. Please don’t forget that.”

Hoseok sits back on his heels. Jungkook’s last words are an eye-opener for him. Yes, he has forgotten it, forgotten how, even if they all love you, they still love you individually. He’s forgotten what that is; individuality. They all love you but they have all loved you in their own ways, their own method, their own language, before it all went to hell. 

Hoseok looks away. Jungkook’s right. No one is opposing him, no one is trying to sabotage anything. Centuries of living together, having to work together in order to achieve one ultimate goal has blinded Hoseok to how things used to be. In their first lives, where everything flowed naturally, where no strings were being pulled behind the scenes, where secrets between them were only those of surprise birthdays or gifts, no one was forced to follow anybody else’s opinions or ideas. They courted you and loved you in their own personal ways, didn’t you tell them that?

 “Who do you love the best?” Jin had asked, his words slurring together.

You laughed, throwing your head back. “I can’t answer that. I love you all differently because you’re all different people. And you love me differently, too, right?” 

He turns back to Jungkook, his eyes glazing with tears. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook shakes his head. “I understand your concern. I’ll be careful, hyung. I promise.” He wraps an arm around Hoseok's waist and nudges him forward, walking together back inside the house and slowly up the stairs. Hoseok hangs his head and the youngest leaves him in his own thoughts, remaining silent the rest of the way to Hoseok’s room. 

They’ll have to talk about it again soon, and they’ll have to talk about it as a group. But for now, the topic is left to rest, the same way their bodies should, too. After aeons of being indoors during the day, half a day at the beach seems to have done a number on Jungkook’s body, the aching only now starting up.

a/n: Winter break is coming up so the next update might take awhile. I'll do my best to update bi-weekly from now as I'm getting too busy with job-hunting rn. Lmk what you think about this chapter in the comments or ask! :)

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Mulled Wine

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 2k

; Synopsis: Christmas is a time for happiness, joy and love. Your first Christmas with Hoseok isn’t spent with him, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get to enjoy it without him.

; A/N: Just a little drabble I knocked up. I didn’t proof read it but...I just wanted some soft Hobi so...enjoy I guess? Please reblog and like if you enjoyed and let me know what you thought! I’m in a bit of a writing slump so...<3

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The lingering scent of Christmas dinner enriches the air around you, letting your mind wander back to the delicious meal you’d eaten only an hour before. Your stomach is slightly tender and swollen from the extortionate amount of food you’ve eaten, but you refuse to feel guilty over it.

It’s Christmas...it’s the time to overindulge and eat enough food to make yourself thoroughly sick the next day.

And god dammit, your mom’s cooking was delicious. So you had savoured every bite from your plate, enjoying the burst of flavours that evoked memories of previous years with fondness. Plus, it was always lovely to have a meal that you hadn’t made yourself. Food always tastes better that way.

The lighting in the living room is low, the twinkling lights that adorn the tree glowed softly while those on the window reflect back against the darkness of the night outside. Christmas cards adorn the walls and mantlepiece while tasteful decorations are dotted around the room. 

From the kitchen, you can hear your parents talking quietly as they clean up the table and you feel a momentary pang of guilt at not helping them. But they’d ushered you out of the room quickly, ignoring your protests and you knew that you’d lost against them when they presented a united front like that. 

They didn’t want you to miss your call with Hoseok though, and you knew that it was partially because they wanted you to talk to him on Christmas but also because they were a little sad he hadn’t come over. Despite the fact you’d pointed out that he had his own family to visit and spend Christmas with.

Your parents were just a little bit in love with your boyfriend, which made you really happy. This was your first Christmas as a couple and your anniversary was fast approaching too, but they’d wanted to see him today as well. They’d even bought him a present, which you’d found absolutely heart melting.

But you knew Hoseok, and he would rather die than miss Christmas with his own parents. Especially his own mom. You’d sent him home with presents for his own parents this year; a beautiful handbag for his mom and a set of classic English literature for his dad.

Neither Hoseok nor you had given each other your presents yet. Both of you wanted to actually be with each other when you exchanged gifts, which made you a little antsy because you loved opening presents and were eager to see what your lovely boyfriend had got you.

He’d promised to call at 5pm, and your eyes flicker over to the clock on the wall without you meaning them to. How to Train Your Dragon plays on the large flat screen quietly to itself as you unlock your phone, finger automatically going to Twitter to see what the world was up to on this fine day.

You’ve only been scrolling for a few seconds when suddenly the screen disappears and you’re met with Hoseok’s blindingly beautiful grin as his called ID comes up. Immediately you accept the call and note that it’s a video call.

A whine leaves your mouth automatically as you pout, rolling onto your stomach as you lay the phone out in front of you. “Hobi...I look terrible! You just got a great shot of my double chins and...you look nice!”

Your attention is distracted halfway through, taking in your boyfriend’s wide smile that fills the screen. He looks beautiful, a collared black shirt button up with the top few left open while his dark hair has been styled artfully. Hoseok obviously put some effort into his family’s Christmas day and it makes your heart feel funny as you watch him. 

As your words get through to him, you watch with a smile of your own as pink tinges his cheeks and he looks down with a bashful expression. “I...thanks. And you look beautiful. I love your chin...both of them.”

Almost immediately your gasping dramatically, a hand to your chest while your jaw drops open before you laugh at the mischievous look on his face. But his teasing words make you feel warm and soft as you focus on the fact that he’s getting ever more comfortable with you. There had been a time that he would’ve stuttered and tripped over his those words before apologising in case he’d offended you.

“Have you had a good day? Eaten some good food? Opened your presents?” He chuckles at your bombardment of words, tongue licking his lips as he nods happily.

“Yeah, it’s been good. My sister and her husband are here so that’s been nice to see her and get to hang out a bit. My dinner was nice and I liked my presents. They got me that yellow Pikachu N64 I wanted!” He said excitedly, face brightening as he gushed about the retro gaming console enthusiastically. “I don’t know how they knew I wanted it but it’s so cool. Oh...they say thank you for their presents too. Dad already started reading one.”

You bite your lip as you watch the screen lovingly. You’d told them that he’d set his heart on that N64 to add into his console collection and had even found one for them to buy. Totally worth the time and effort given how boyishly happy he was about it. He seemed so much younger like this.

“I’m glad, and my parents liked your gifts too. And that’s so cool! We can play Mario Kart 64 against each other now, it’s the best one,” The words are sincere as he smirks, brow raised. “You know it’s true.”

“Oh yeah? Does that mean you’re still gonna lose?” He teases, giggling and causing the video to shake wildly. You make a sound of indignant protest.

“Excuse you. But I don’t lose. I just choose not to win. It’s boring winning all the time.” You pout, making sure to tilt your head to the side for extra effect as his loud laugh erupts from your phones speaker.

“I’d accept that if you’d actually won against me once. But you haven’t.” He points out through laughs, white teeth chewing on his lip in amusement. You sigh gently and point at the screen.

“I just like to see your face when you win. You get so happy.” Almost immediately, Hoseok’s face darkens as he flushes at the compliment. His eyes dart around, looking for his family to see if they were in earshot and you have to bite your lip hard to stop yourself from laughing.

He was truly adorable.

“Have you had a good Christmas?” Hoseok asks quietly, shifting position until he could lay his head against a sofa cushion and watch you through bright eyes, the screen of his phone reflecting through his glasses.

“Yeah, it’s been good. We only just finished eating really and my parents are cleaning up. I think we’re just going to watch films for the rest of the night, maybe play a board game. My dad’s got some new game he wants to try out so...we’re his willing guinea pigs.” You say quietly, resting your chin on your crossed arms.

Hoseok whines softly, lip pushing out. “I want to play board games.” 

It hadn’t taken long to discover that Hoseok and your father had a connection through the nerdiness of board games. Your dad held a monthly board game night and Hoseok had been invited to the last two, making acquaintances with other people who shared his passion.

You’d let him go alone at first, wanting him to get accustomed to these people without you and build up a rapport without having you to hide behind. He’d loved it, and become pretty close to your dad already. Your dad had very much taken Hoseok under his wing and you knew that he’d be pretty sad if you both broke up.

“Oh baby, we can play them when you come over tomorrow. I promise,” You hold up your pinky and bend it repeatedly, watching as he holds up his and repeats the gesture to you. “My parents got me some really nice presents this year. Mom got me this beautiful black peacoat and some leather boots, I can’t wait to wear them!”

Hoseok nods along at all the right points in the conversation as you continue talking, telling him all about what you’d received and how you’d spent your day while he reciprocates quietly. Your parents come through at one point, bending down to wave to him and being thoroughly amused by his shy response.

Despite being friendly with them both, he was still that sweet guy you’d met on your first day at Poppin’ Culture. You hoped that he never really changed, because you loved that Hoseok just as much as you loved the one you got to witness in private.

The conversation lulls and you blink tiredly, the post-food tiredness causing you to want to take a nap desperately. Lethargy runs through your veins and you suddenly wish that Hoseok was there with you, curled up next to you with his body heating your own and the comfortable weight of his arm around you.

“I miss you.” You tell him quietly, the words so soft and gentle that he almost has to strain to hear them. But when they register, you take in the beautiful sight of his tiny smile. Dimples appear in his cheeks and you reach out to gently poke at them on the screen.

“I miss you too. We’ll see each other tomorrow. I can’t wait to see you.” His face lights up slightly as he smiles, his head shifting slightly from its position as he lifts up his own hand to trace his screen. It makes your heart skip slightly and you feel very sappy suddenly.

Maybe it was the wine.

“I love you. You know that? I really love you. And I can’t wait to see you again.” He grins brightly at that, his cheeks tinging pink once more as he nods slowly, his eyes warm as he stares at you.

“I know. I love you too. Happy Christmas baby.” You murmur in response to him, your eyelids feeling heavier than ever and you try to fight it momentarily, not wanting to let your time with him go to waste. But the smells and sounds of Christmas combined with the sound of his quiet breathing through the phone and your food lethargy, lulling you into a sleep.

Hoseok watches you for a few more minutes, his eyes going glassy for a few seconds as he feels an overwhelming amount of love and affection for you as he looks over your sleeping face. It’s not an elegant picture; your mouth is open slightly and your cheek is squished against your arm, yet he can’t think of anyone more beautiful.

His heart squeezes tightly as he thinks over the past year, all the moments he’d experienced with you and the way he’d grown subtly in his relationship with you. He may sound like he was being particularly sappy, but he definitely felt like his life had changed when he’d met you.

You made him want to be a better version of himself; not only for you but for himself too. And he couldn’t ever thank you enough for that. Nor for all the love you give to him, overwhelming him sometimes when his depression hits and tells him he’s not worth it.

“I love you,” He breathes out, so quiet that no one could hear but the conviction behind the words is loud to him. Love was something he had always been wary off. Hoseok wasn’t an open person, and love opened him up to a potential for unbelievable pain.

But it also brought happiness, and he’d never been happier than with you. He hoped desperately that this would be the first Christmas that you would both share of many, because he was pretty sure that he could see the rest of his life with you.

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[holdinbacksecrets]

day 91

you hum to yourself, sitting on the curb, glancing up at the sky. the stars blur beneath your less than 20/20 vision, but you muster all the strength you have to focus on their dazzling light instead of the pain in your chest.

someone joins you, and you fail to notice the sound of your name or their presence at all until a hand is on your shoulder.

yoongi sits beside you and holds out a water bottle. a second is in his other hand. you barely smile, offering a quiet thank you before unscrewing the cap.

“are you cold?”

“hmm? oh, kind of.”

he takes off his jacket and drapes it around your shoulders. its weight and warmth comfort you immediately.

“i can take you home if you want. i didn’t drink tonight.”

“you didn’t?”

“no, i only came to make sure you’d get home safe and sound.”

“yoongi…”

he runs his fingers through his hair, shaking his head. “i know. you don’t have to say anything.”

it hurts. all you can feel is the pain consuming the abyss beneath your skin, and drowning your love. it’s never completely gone. the warmth of his jacket fails to melt it away. the breeze lifts the ends of your hair but not the heartache.

there’s so much you should say— you need to say because you’ve swallowed the missing. your lips have parted at the sight of any shared gaze, even the ones with strangers, ready to unravel in their presence, but you’ve held back every time. you’ve made it through 91 days, saving your break downs for the shower. 91 days. that’s barely any time in the length of your entire life. the thought of 91 repeating itself over and over again makes you feel sick.

you finish the water, and ask yoongi to take you home.

he rides the elevator with you. he waits as you fish your keys from your bag. he watches you unlock your front door with a shaking hand. he notices the exhale that leaves your lips when you step into your dark, empty apartment.

“it’s freezing.”

“i turned the heater off. i bundle up and make hot tea.”

“you’re going to catch a cold.”

“i’m ok with that.”

you set your things on the counter, finding the light switch with ease. you fill your kettle and place it on the electric base.

“are you stay- why are you looking at me like that?”

“you can tell me. i want you to.”

your eyes close to relieve yourself from the intensity of his stare. yoongi has always cared for you and allowed you to finally understand what it feels like to have a brother who cares— who’s present.

“ok, let’s talk.” you motion to the living room before trudging across the hardwood floor and handing him one of the two blankets resting upon the room’s armchair.

the couch is big enough for two, and you each settle into one side.

your knees fold, and your arms lock around your calves. the blanket covers your denim and silky blouse; you realize the heater can’t stay off much longer.

“i have so many questions.”

“i’m assuming one is what happened… unless he told you?”

yoongi shakes his head, and you can’t decide if jungkook’s choice is a positive or negative. “i don’t know anything, but i haven’t tried. he obviously knows the two of us are close. i think… he doesn’t want you to be alone right now.”

“and jung— is he alone?”

your eyes well up with tears at the thought of him in as much pain as you.

“no, he’s talked to jin hyung.” yoongi is holding back. he’s staying quiet about the observing the other members have done. he won’t mention the fact that jimin and hoseok take over jungkook’s guest room on opposite nights. he won’t mention the texts he woke up to from namjoon because hoseok didn’t know what to do at the sight of his uncontrollable sobbing.

“that’s good. i wouldn’t want him to be alone.”

the kettle whistles, but yoongi is already moving to stand up. “peppermint or chamomile?”

“peppermint please.”

you rest your cheek against your knee, and close your eyes. “he told me he can’t imagine his life without me. he compared me to serenity, so i don’t understand. did i do something wrong?”

yoongi can barely hear you in the kitchen, but he grasps the confusion intertwining your words. it mirrors his— undeniably worse, but you’re still existing in the same grey space, filled by unknowns.

the mug he gives you has the New York skyline printed across it. it’s a mug that’s followed you for years. you used to keep your savings in it before bills were replaced by flowers and now peppermint tea.

[sor-vette]

#3 Solicitous Saturday

“It’s a refurbished student housing,” you explain as they trail after you like ducks in a row. Even if they don’t understand what you’re saying, they seem to be clinging to every word. Wherever you look there’s always at least one pair of doe eyes staring expectantly back at you a.k.a. what do you do when you open your doors and find a certain retired boyband for some reason wants to move in

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You stir slowly, savouring the softness of your new sheets even as you sleep on a paper-thin futon. Hazily you wonder why you’re even awake, your eyelids fall too heavy for it to be natural but at the whining noise at the doors, you stop querying.

They’re speaking Korean, hushed and rapid, but even so, you can hear the sound of your own name, slightly broken to accommodate a different language, tossed frequently in between.

You frown at the closed door. From the slope of the sun outside your windows, it was still early on, even for you who had to wake up before seven in most mornings. You assumed that they would like to sleep in and lounge, leaving you to freely move around but in a fashion that you’re quickly becoming familiar with, BTS likes to surprise you.

There’s a knock at your door.

Hoseok calls your name sweetly and brightly like one would a rising star and you mush your face in the depths of your pillow, perhaps in a misguided attempt to suffocate yourself and spare the impending humiliation.

This is not happening.

“Yes?” you answer, not yet decided whether to make your voice clearer to appear less sloppy or make it more groggy so you'd be left alone.

“We...would like to… spend some time with you? Do you want to?"

Dear God above, what wretched thing have you done to be punished like this? Or on the flip side what saintliness have you achieved to be given an opportunity that without a doubt, half the world would put heads on sticks for?

"Sure, it'd be… cool," you grumble at your pillow, grimacing at yourself. You were supposed to say "no, thank you" not "but of course whatever you'd like good sirs".

You've come to the conclusion your brain might just be rotting in your skull.

"Cool," Hobi echoes, audibly happy.

You wait until they leave to sneak out into the bathroom. It's by the furthest room and near the entry and while everyone else seems up and about there's one that still snores with such a musical prowess, that it seeps through the walls.

The bathroom is the only place with… well the things that were meant to be there and while in the safety of your own bare room you could disengage from the frankly ludicrous turn of events that your life had slipped to, it was surprisingly hard to do so in the bathroom.

Seven toothbrushes now stood in the small cup along with your own. Mouthwash, male cologne, shaving gel and a blue razor, variously coloured shampoos stacked like leaning tower of Piza in the shower. A symbol, a presence interrupting your solitary routine with no rhyme nor reason. A reminder that they were kind of here to stay even though you hadn't the faintest clue as to why.

Disgruntled you pluck the toothbrush out of the smothering hold of the rest impostors and fetch out your dinging phone.

"says he's Jim lmaoo" is typing….

"What kind of coffee would you like"

You move the toothbrush to your left side as though it helps to read better.

"Peppermint mocha"

"I support your choices! 😊 Joon doesn't hehehehehe"

Simultaneously another notification appears.

You've been invited to a new group chat.

The Home🏡💜

Says he's Jim lmao has been added

"Yoon" has been added

Jin remains Jin🦙has been added

Jooning🐨 has been added

Tata, rip💀 has been added

Hoberto???? has been added

JayKay 🤪has been added

They really should have thought about their fake names properly before you asked during their inebriated romp, leading to a frankly ridiculous series of codenames donning a thin veneer to the loud, neon fact of "WE ARE BTS. WE HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING HERE".

You indulge them in this as you had their general move in, lying in wait to see how they tangle up in their own web of lies which would not be hard. The web was rather large and stupid.

When you exit you feel a certain pang of what is it… poverty? Ugliness? Inadequacy? It's what one feels when waltzing in a room, meeting seven cover models and realizing that the jumper one wears has a hole in the sleeve. You bunch up the fabric, hiding the indignance away. Good mornings are exchanged. They all look awfully chipper, beaming dubiously wide. Only Hobi and Taehyung are missing from their migrating flock.

“Hello, _________, did you... sleep well?” Jimin bleats faintly and you solemnly shake your head.

“Fine enough….what about you?”

“Perfect. Lovely. Lovely just like you,” he glistens before realizing what was just said or rather what ripped out of him, and proceeds to shrivel up behind Jungkook.

“...thank you," you mumble.

This is why you didn't want to spend time together! It was remarkably awkward. Ever since they arrived, you've been clashing together like mismatched, chewed on pieces of an old puzzle.

"Where are others?" you point and Jin answers with a withering sigh, grousing something about a bear. You glimpse back and through the open gap to Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s room, you can see how Hoseok literally barrels over Taehyung to get him to wake up. He’s whisper yelling something so despairingly the veins on his neck stand out while simultaneously dodging any drowsily directed attacks. Yet again, you don’t know what they’re saying but the sound of your own name is unmistakable.

“You could just let him sleep,” you ponder, disinterestedly observing the truly herculean effort Hobi has to put forward to support the Sleeping Beauty upright.

“Oh, no,” Jungkook immediately objects, still sheltering Jimin from view, “he kill us.”

“Why would he kill you?” you frown with a light laugh.

“He wants to see you,” Yoongi answers, standing in the empty door space, eyes fixated somewhere in your forehead.

You don’t know what would be the appropriate reaction after hearing such a thing, like most things that come out of their mouths, so you settle on a resigned sigh.

The walk to the pickup cafe is as smooth as one would expect. You trail some distance behind them, eager to weigh exactly why you agreed to this whole ordeal. Curiosity killed the cat and it will also kill you if you receive another worried glance thrown across the shoulder.

The day was surprisingly nice, the sun was out and since it was the weekend everywhere your foot landed there was a family either setting up a picnic or enjoying the riverside. It clearly puts them at unease. They’re all wearing masks but the way they huddle and crane around, visibly unfamiliar with the surroundings, they might as well scream into a megaphone “I’M HOT, I’M NEW IN TOWN, LOOK AT ME!” You can’t even imagine what kind of scandal it would create - the reveal that they were decidedly not currently in the military service. All it took was a single picture, taken from even the most wayward of angles. Suddenly, everyone appears like a threat. And just as sudden, pity seizes too much real estate in your moral graces.

“We...go to furniture shop?” Jin asks, holding his coffee and pastry, nervously drumming his fingers against the paper cup.

“IKEA?” Jungkook intervenes also whipping his head left and right. A gaggle of teenage girls cross the street near when you were standing and instantaneously they all tense up, even Taehyung who up to now had been stumbling only half-conscious.

“No, not IKEA,” you swiftly amend, trying to get their mutual minds off the possible peril. “I… uh, know a lot of smaller, local shops that sell good stuff. We could go there,” after a beat you add softly, “there are no people there.”

Even through the mask, you can see Yoongi's grateful smile.

“Thank you,” Hoseok reaches to delicately pat your shoulder and you look away, taking a sip.

As promised there’s no one but Julian at Roberto’s store.

“Hey, kid,” you greet, letting in guys pile in the small shop one by one. The pre-schooler lifts his head from the PlayStation and narrows the group down with a curious glance.

“Is your dad here?”

“Yeah, he’s in the back.”

“Cool, you want candy?” you reach the bag towards him and with zero ethical qualms, he scarfs his little hand down the package, robbing you blind.

You throw a fleeting glimpse at your seven roommates. They’re inspecting the small shop with avid interest, picking up various clay figurines and small decorations. Yoongi in particular seems fascinated by the variety of unpolished wooden boards and assortment of cooking knives.

“Hey, _______! What can I get you? Julian! Get off that phone already!” Roberto hisses as he wipes his oil-stained hands in the towel. Julian rolls his eyes and continues playing his game.

“Hey, you still have that table that I was curious about?”

“The...industrial oak, 2018?”

“Yeah.”

He lets his gaze stop to Jimin and Jungkook who were heartedly giggling by one of the glass shelves.

“It doesn’t fit eight people.”

You flinch and Taehyung, who remained by your side, skims over your grimace with a troubled expression.  You pretend you don’t see it.

“Do you have something for eight?”

“A hickory one. Wait, I’ll get the pictures,” he leans down to fetch the pamphlets and as you grow aware of Taehyung still staring at you, your legs automatically shift aside to put some distance. He takes one step closer with head cocked to the side as if you're a peculiar problem that had been mulling in his mind for a very long time. Thankfully, Roberto doesn’t take long and you can immerse yourself in the wood designs and the shape.

“Do you like it?” you ask Taehyung as casually as possible and he jumps like he hadn’t expected you to address him.

“You’re uh… you are a,” he nervously turns to Namjoon who by now had moved to wooden carvings of baby shoes. Alas, he’s too far for Tae to ask without leaving. “Your job?”

“An interior designer?”

“Yes!” he snaps his fingers, hearing the correct words. “You like...houses, you know what’s good." He shrugs with a cheerful smile.

You did know what’s good. This was your dream apartment, you had made folders upon folders, itemizing to the last detail of how it should look.

But designs change, friends change and if you wanted to be fair to these seven wonders of the world your furniture had to change.

In the end, after much assuring that they could even say no, the hickory table is declined.  You exit the shop escorted by the cheery ding of the hanging bell, afterwards sneaking through the side streets to "Residence" in search for the right table with Jungkook and Jimin snickering by your side, brandishing a pepper shaker in the form of a red-eared dwarf. Said it looked like Jin.

Some days later, Namjoon walks to his dismay to the bathroom only to find the lights in the newly furnished kitchen already on. He drags his feet in, heavily disorientated and hair standing completely vertical. Jin greets him with a soulless stare, hunching over the boiling pot like a witch over a cauldron.

05:45 it read on the clock.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon croaks, voice rough from sleep. Jin turns away, poking at the soup, his head swallowed by the fumes.

“Cooking for my wife,” comes unrecognizable, garbled nonsense.

Namjoon’s brain splits open.

“Wife?! She’s not even your friend, you lovesick fool.”

The eldest remains unbothered.

“So what? Today, tomorrow? She’s going to be my wife someday. My hard-working wife who forgets to eat so I must cook for her. What kind of future husband would I be? Besides, Joonie, time is a construct you know,” to illustrate the point he points the broth soaked ladle at the front page of the science publication you had been reading, which insists just that - time is a mass-produced illusion.

“Jin, we agreed to not get too enthusiastic,” Namjoon massages at his scalp, tepidly wondering whether the migraine he gets from trying to flock them into appearing normal will ever go away. Using each and every IQ point he had, well as the magic ball said - outlook not so good.

“Who's getting too enthusiastic?” Jin scoffs, dazedly shaking in pepper from the dwarf figurine that stood bright and obtrusive in an otherwise tastefully organized room. Namjoon questioned if this was some sort of subliminal symbol of their arrival in your life. He hoped though that no matter how things would end, the memories you had of them would not be in the form of a round, cherry-faced bastard.

“We’re all very tempered, logical adults here.”

Someone groans in agreement. To his disappointment yet rather nonexistent surprise, Namjoon sees all six of his remaining bandmates present at this shit o’clock of an hour. Yoongi was making coffee and Jungkook was holding up a mirror, trying to decide how conspicuous would it be to leave three top buttons of his see-through silk pyjamas unbuttoned. At which point did he cross the line of “oh, hello, roommate, I didn’t see you there! I just happened to be standing here, nearly naked” to “please kiss me right here, I don’t care who’s watching”?

The answer is two.

Namjoon almost feels sorry for the clownery that you will have to endure. Then he remembers that if Bangtan was the circus, he was the ring leader, so what else is left for him to do, but bring out another bouquet that he bought for you and pray your heart is forgiving.

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[whats-k-popping]

Maybe you could do something like "how each of them react when their stomach hurts" or something like that?

This sounds more like headcanons then a fic 🤔 So how about some quick member headcanoncs???

Namjoon

Stomach aches are super rare for him. But when they do happen, they are vicious.

Not vocal about it at all, but his facial expressions give him away. Even though he tries to work through it.

There's a sickly green/gray tint to his skin too. He knows it so he layers on heavy make-up. He sweats through it through.

Doesn't ask for anything, but accepts whatever anyone offers him hoping it will help. Uses those remedies in private when he thinks no one is watching.

Members take care of him subtly, offering him tea or a little bit of fizzy beverage to settle his stomach. And belly rubs disguised as back hugs.

Seokjin

Gets frequent stomach aches from overeating, or eating too quickly.

Admits to it, but not in a way to get attention. Just announces it and carries on with his day.

He carries ginger candies around with him to suck on throught the day.

Makes himself burp as much as he can thinking it will help.

Members aren't too symathetic, knowing he does it to himself. But after a long day of work, they will cuddle with him and rub his belly if he asks them too. Also some scolding about the importance of portion control and pacing.

Yoongi

Get stomach aches super frequently. From literally anything. Feels like he lives in a constant state of stomach ache.

Tummy Rubs. 25/8. That's not even a headcanon. That's just canon. This man always has a hand on his stomach.

Avoids most food unless it's bland. Doesn't want to risk making his stomach ache any worse.

Sleep is the go-to cure. Will try to sleep it off as best as he can. He has to rub his tummy while he's try to fall asleep. The smooth touch helps him to ignore the pain.

Members want to help, but they tend to just give him space. They know Yoongi has himself under control. But if Yoongi ever approaches them for comfort, they are ON IT.

Hoseok

Long lasting stomach aches. And he gets them pretty frequently. Triggered by anything motion related. But also gets bad hunger stomach aches.

That feeling where you might throw up at any time, but it's not urgent or that obvious. That looming feeling all day long.

Avoids food due to that feeling like he's going to vomit. Drinks tea like its going out of style. Specifically peppermint or any light tea he can find.

Seeks comfort from everyone. If Hobi doesn't feel good, everyone needs to know about it. Cannot be alone. If he's sick and alone, he will cry about it.

Members give him as much attention as he needs. Starting from the first confession they work it out so someone is always with him. Hugs, belly rubs, massages, the whole package.

Jimin

Instant sadness when he has a stomach ache. He feels like his body betrayed him.

Miserable, but won't let it stop him. If he has something to do, he's going to do it. Even if he often ends up working himself to the point of throwing up. Happens more often than not.

Gassy. Burping, hiccuping, puffing out as much air as he can. Not by choice, completely random and uncontrollable. Letting all the air out eventually helps, but he doesn't like it.

Words of affirmation. Along with physical attention, they have to constantly remind Jimin that feeling sick isn't his fault and that it's okay to take a break.

Eventually, usually after puking, Jimin gives in to them and seeks their caretaking. He wants to snuggle and be served. At the point, he whines constantly about he doesn't feel well.

Taehyung

Gets bad stomach aches from eating anything too spicy. Even if he only takes a bite, his stomach rages out.

Stomach ache is super audible to the others. Really loud gurgling and churning noises.

Gets homesick?? Like all he can think about are his family members taking care of him when he was a kid. He sends family recipes to the members hoping they cook for him the way his parents did. Also makes a lot of phone or video calls to his parents when he doesn't feel good.

But really pouty and grumpy. If the members couldn't tell from the noises, they can immediately tell when Tae isn't his fun and bubbly self. Can be short with the members, but apologizes immediately.

Members are patient with him. They know he handles illness probably the worst out of the members. So they carefully ask him if there's anything they can do. Usually just hugs and soups.

Jungkook

What are stomach aches? This man has a stomach of steel, I'm convinced. If his stomach does ache, he assumes it's just hunger and eats more. Even handles alcohol like a champ.

Only gets stomach aches if he's like really sick. Like extreme flu accompanied by agonizing nausea. It takes a lot to knock him down, but when he's down, he's out. Knocked on his ass.

There's no hiding it. Everything about JK changes when he's sick. His complexion, his expressions, how he carries himself- a complete 180.

Because he knows he looks like shit, he seeks comfort from certain member. Jin and Hobi specifically. He wants them the most. Jin kneeling with him in the bathroom while he throws up and Hobi tucking him in bed and playing with his sweaty hair. He will cry without them.

The other members are around. They do most of the go-getting for Jin and Hobi. They're cooking and cleaning up and running out to the pharmacy 10 times because JK develops new symptoms randomly. But always trying to be supportive and comforting him when he wants them around.

[pianovels]

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[more about me]

二（♡）bias list

［ U L T S ］

+ 𝗕𝗧𝗦 yoongi, hoseok

+ 𝗡𝗖𝗧 haechan, kun (bias wreckers from each unit: 127 doyoung / dream chenle and jisung / wayv xiaojun)

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+ 𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗔 ningning

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+ 𝗦𝗞𝗭 hyunjin

+ 𝗜𝗧𝗭𝗬 ryujin

三（♡）favourites

flower: tulips

season: autumn

holiday: halloween

scent: peppermint

anime: perfect blue

model: naomi campbell

colours: soft pink . teal . silver . sage green

book tropes: angst + fluff . hurt/comfort . found family

actresses: audrey hepburn . anne hathaway . winona ryder

aesthetics: fairycore . celestial . coquette . dark citycore . downtown girl

animals: cats . dolphins . penguins . maltese dogs . beluga whales . arctic foxes

more music artists i like: boy in space . barns courtney . loïc nottet . sasha sloan . zara larsson . dorothy martin . chase atlantic . gorillaz . cigarettes after sex . men i trust . the midnight . the weeknd . woodz . ruel . lauv . joji . dhruv . faime . keshi . devita . maye . lana del rey . bea miller

comfort characters: alita . mulan . edward scissorhands . john ambrose . neil perry . charlie dalton . stanley barber . max mayfield . will byers . jack frost . mavis dracula . mia thermopolis . newt scamander . luna lovegood . ron weasley . ali abdul . cho sangwoo . jiyeong . kang saebyeok

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[setsuuestsu]

Drinking Tea When They Usually Don’t

Yoongi frowned when he smelled the peppermint tea coming from the living room. He never drank it, and Hoseok only drank peppermint tea a few times a year, usually only when he was sick. 

“Seok?” Yoongi called. He heard the TV on so he quietly crept towards the living room, being careful to not make much noise in case Hoseok was asleep. He saw Hoseok carefully sipping at a steaming mug of the tea, a blanket wrapped around his curled up form on the couch. The tea was what raised alarm. Hoseok was cold often, so the blanket was excusable, but he never drank tea unless he wasn’t feeling well.

The younger male looked up, face paler than his usual honey-toned skin. “Hey, Hyung.” he rasped out, coughing slightly. 

“When did this start?” Yoongi asked, sitting down next to Hoseok and pulling the younger male onto his lap. Hoseok immediately clung into his chest for warmth. 

“It was just a sore throat this morning.” Hoseok murmured, coughing afterwards. “Then it started to get worse.”

“Have you taken your temperature yet?” He placed a hand on Hoseok’s forehead. It was boiling under his touch. He didn’t wait for the younger’s answer before heading to the bathroom to grab the thermometer from the cabinet behind the mirror.

102.6. A high fever.

“What hurts?”

“Throat, an’ my head.” Hoseok murmured, closing his eyes and curling closer to his blanket. “‘M so cold …”

Yoongi sat back down next to Hoseok, reaching over to place the thermometer on the coffee table. He gently pulled Hoseok back down onto his lap. He raised his arm slightly and ran his fingers through Hoseok’s damp hair. 

“Close your eyes. I’m here now, yeah?”

[kookieswan]

Red Light - The Depths Below

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, a little bit of Angst , some Fluff as well.

Warnings: Taehyung is a little shit tbh. Pretty tame this chapter, insinuation of experimentation and talk of the deeper floors. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Great minds think alike; you would have stole Williams’ office too.

Notes: This takes place the night of ‘Tea and Crumpets’! I hope you all enjoy, it’s a pretty dialogue heavy chapter heh.

This Part 33 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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“You wanted to meet with me?” Peeking through the door, you spot Dr. Kim sitting on the opposing side of the dark wooden desk. He glances up from his paperwork, glasses sliding down his nose as a boxy smile comes to his face. He stands, gesturing for you to come in quickly.

“Ah, yes! Come in Dr. _____, please take a seat. Coffee, tea?” Sliding into the office and into the soft chair, you wonder just how he managed to steal Williams’ office from under his nose. Perhaps he asked? Then again, Doctor Taehyung Kim seems like the type to just take if he wants. You’d take it too.

“Ah, tea please… Is this not Williams’ office? I’m surprised he gave it up.” Dr. Kim picks up the tea pot sitting on the desk, flipping over the other cup to pour some for you. You watch silently, quietly amused as he reaches over to give you the cup. Taking it gently, you take note of the peppermint scent and take a sip. It’s quite good, but you wouldn’t expect anything less.

“Oh, it is, but I needed a home-base for the time being, so here we are. I’m sure he understands, he’s such a lovely bloke.” The man sits down with a thump, folding his hands together with a deep breath. You raise your brows and look back at him, mildly expressing that the tea is delicious. With a nod, his expression dims ever so slightly.

“I’m going to be frank with you; the way that this facility is being run isn’t to my liking. I’ve been in many of them and even ran a number of our facilities and yet… I think this one is one of the worst I’ve seen.” Ah, there it is. At least someone beside you doesn’t like how things are being done around here. Nodding your head, you continue to listen as Dr. Kim’s frown deepens even further.

“I’m aware that you only have access to the 13th floor and haven’t the faintest idea of what’s happening elsewhere. I think that’s in your best interest personally, but if you’re curious I won’t turn away your questions. Before you ask…” Now that’s a little surprising. You could ask him a million things, dig deeper than you should… Bur you know that’s not wise. Dr. Kim seems like a trustworthy ally, but things could change rather quickly if you step on your toes.

“Your floor, the 13th, is relatively stable compared to the botched state of the others. The five Nightmares stationed here are under control for the most part and barely act out. It wasn’t reported to be that way until you showed up those months ago.” A sense of twisted pride swells in your chest because you know how true that is. You’ve read the reports, you know how bad things were before you turned up. No one was able to really understand what the Nightmares have been facing, and that was their downfall.

“I try my best to listen and understand their concerns. An open ear and mind is all it really takes to comprehend some of the turmoil they face.” Your voice is quiet but firm, interjecting your thoughts into Taehyung’s deliverance. He doesn’t seem perturbed by it though, eyes brightening ever so slightly as he takes a quick sip of his tea.

“Which is why the issues lies deeper, not with you, but down in the depths below. The Nightmares that live there lack any sense of humanity; they’ve lost themselves completely and are nothing more than monsters now. I know you’re aware that it can happen given certain circumstances.” You’re very aware, it makes you think back to the first time Hoseok protected you from the horrid down here. The Nightmare that came for you… There wasn’t a hint of human like features to it, it’s form completely monstrous. It’s true form.

… You wonder if he’s listening in, likely not having much else to do in his cell. It’s something you don’t want to ponder on for too long though, because it begs the question of how often does he listen? How long? What has he heard…? Probably entirely too much. A wave of embarrassment washes over you as you tune back into what Dr. Kim has to say.

“What I’m going to ask of you is relatively simple; keep your Nightmares sane, keep them safe, and keep them out of trouble to the best of your ability. I know you have a few wildcards to deal with, but we don’t need any more negative attention turned your way, do we? I have enough of these piss-poor doctors wagging their tongues about this and that.” It’s enough to make you chuckle into your tea, Taehyung’s distaste for the other doctors just as clear as your is. There’ll be absolutely no issue with keeping your Nightmares sane; it’s been your goal all along to help them. Dr. Kim leans back in his chair, finally giving you the floor.

“Now, is there anything you wish to ask me? Any concerns? I’m sure you’ve learned by now that I hold a certain control over the happenings in the facility.” Yes, that was quite clear after he gave orders to Williams and the unbearable man actually listened. Biting your cheek for a bit, you consider your words and speak them very carefully.

“… Truthfully, I don’t even know where to start with my concerns. There are many.” Many, too many to even count. Taehyung hums, eyes narrowing every so slightly, but he stays quiet to let you continue, and so you do.

“The way my Nightmares are treated… It needs to change. They need stimulation to stay sane, Dr. Kim. They need more than the white walls they stare at all day, they need activities and social interaction. I wish to give them that, to give them more than what they have right now.” You’ve been trying to do so, an open secret to those who have caught on. It’s clear that some of the doctors don’t like it, but so far, you haven’t been stopped. But honestly, it’s not a matter of if, it’s of when.

“I see no issue with any of those things. I suppose the problem is getting the okay to do so from your direct superior?” Shifting in your seat, you feel your skin crawl at the thought of it. You’d be ridiculed immediately, and you’re sure he’d get others in on it because he’s just that kind of horrid.

“I haven’t asked. I know any request like that will be shot down quickly.” Shot down, and he’d find some way to undermine it. Hoseok and the others weren’t wrong when they warned you, no. The fire that you’re playing with is very hot and you’ve already burnt a few fingers… But at this point, really, what’s a few more?

Taehyung stands from his seat, quiet for a moment as he picks up a picture frame sitting on Williams desk. You have no idea what it holds, but it’s enough to make the mans face scrunch as he practically drops it back into the desk. He stretches out distractedly, voice coming out in a yawn.

“Well, you have my permission as your superiors superior. Do whatever you need, Hell, throw a damn party if you want; but if you do, I want an invite. There will be no exciting bashes without me present. If Williams had an issue, he can come to me about it. I would love that little talk.” If you had to pinpoint it, you’d say his tone borderlines on nearly sadistic. Sadly for Williams, you would to see that talk happen in real time, Dr. Kim’s sadism easily becoming yours.

He comes around the desk and sits on the edge, his long white coat riding up ever so slightly. It’s then finally you note the eye bags he sports, the way his hair looks a little disheveled. The poor man looks like he hasn’t gotten any sleep in at least two days, and with his job, you bet that’s the case.

“Being a tad more serious, I’ll give you some funds to do whatever you please with. As long as it passes through security, you can bring whatever you want with you to work as well. I heard of the pudding, and think it was quite the adorable gesture.” It makes you heat up a little as you shrug, fully knowing it was a bit of a silly idea. Still, it got you the results you wanted from what you can tell. If opening a bakery gets Namjoon to act like himself, then so but it.

“I don’t have any other serious issues for the time being. As long as my patients are happy, I’ll be content. The rest is bearable.” Bearable… Annoying, but bearable. Taking another sip of your cooling tea, you suppose as long as the other doctors don’t pull anything stupid, you should be fine. Apparently Taehyung doesn’t think so as he scoffs.

“Bearable is an interesting word choice. You’re a strong woman in a world full of sexist men _____, I can never be fully aware of what you face but I think I have a slight idea. You have my utmost respect for doing what you do, and I’ll do anything in my power to keep you in this facility.” It’s shocking to hear honestly and you try your best to keep it off your face. You knew obviously that Dr. Kim wasn’t against you like the others, but this… This is amazing.

“Thank you, Dr. Kim.” He stares at you thoughtfully, watching you fidget in your seat under his gaze. Letting out a slight chuckle, he lightly kicks one of Williams’ many filing cabinets, leaving behind a scuff on the wood.

“You may call me Taehyung privately. I think we understand each other well, there’s no need for formalities.” Ah, to rid this place of formalities. It’s funny; you don’t even know what Williams first name is. Most of the personnel down here don’t care to disclose that kind of info if it can be avoided it seems. And heaven forbid you call the Nightmares by their names. Either way, you note the trust within his gesture.

“Alright. Thank you Taehyung, then.” He nods his head and claps, looking very satisfied with your conversation. Flattening out the creases in your skirt idly, you certainly feel the same. This went much better than you could have expected.

“Perfect! I’m serious; any other issues, bring them to me and I’ll do what I can. I won’t always be on this floor but if I’m around, do come by. You may go now, that’s everything I wanted to say.” You stand slowly, picking up the cup of tea and fully intending to bring it with you. Perhaps it’s Williams cup, but perhaps you don’t care. As you turn to leave, snake like eyes enter your bought and you halt.

“Ah, before I leave… Jimin has requested that you sit in on our next session. He says he won’t meet with me again unless you’re present.” A very smug grin comes to the other doctors face, eyes sharpening ever so slightly behind his glasses. You don’t even want to begin to understand the game they’re playing, even if it is your job to psychoanalyze.

“Has he now? Such a vicious little snake wants me to play Doctor with him? Well, I couldn’t possibly refuse such an invite. Let me know when it’s scheduled and I’ll make sure to attend.” Nodding your head, you turn to leave, a million thoughts racing through your mind. There’s so many things you’ll have to prepare for the Nightmares, so much shopping to be done. Taehyung calls out one more time as you go to close the door behind you, voice amused.

“Oh, and if you could find a way to get Yoongi to stop painting on the walls with blood, that would be lovely. Have a good evening, _____.” It sounds genuine, and you really hope it is. Giving the man a kind smile, you reply quietly in earnest.

“You too Taehyung. Thank you.”

[chocominnie]

Wasted Times- Pjm.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: A lot of Fluff, Angry Sex, Slight BDSM, Dom!Jimin, Jealous Reader, Fuckboy!Jimin, oral sex, Penatration, Foot Job?, kissing, spankings, seriously lots of jealousy and tension, use of the word ‘’whore’’, exhibitionism, cum in pants

Word count: 5.8k

Authors Note: So this is a draft of mine from way long ago. It was also posted on another account I used to be apart of, but no longer am. It’s an oldie but goodie. 

Copyright:  please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken.

Summary:  Two weeks, five days and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

If it wasn’t for Hoseok that whole night wouldn’t have happened. Despite you already knowing of Jimin, what you didn’t know is that looks can deceive. Oh yes, they deceived you very well. When you met him it felt like it was unreal? It felt as though you were talking to an angel. The butterflies in your stomach whenever he spoke made you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. So unreal.

A cute cheeky smile and a squeaky laugh. Someone’s who’s kind hearted, as what you previously had heard from Hoseok himself. Oh, but did he leave the major detail out from you.

He’s a fuckboy.

One that knows exactly how to play his cards right. Knows how to get into a girl's pants and make them melt with the sweet and dirty things that pout out his mouth like honey. He has the looks and charms for it. The hand he runs through his hair constantly, those pink full lips begging to be touched by someone else. 

You’ve only recently found out about most of the girls he’s slept with. It wasn’t a lot but enough for him to qualify to get tested every month. All because he can’t keep his god damn dick in his pants. And you, the fool, fell for it. You fell for his ways. 

Yet he pretends to know nothing. He pretends like he didn’t break your heart by saying he can’t commit to a relationship. He was just a one night stand. He fucking acts that nothing happened between you two prior to having sex.... and it hurts.

Now you’re sitting in your office stuck in-between whether to let that night go, or to bring it up with him. Because surely, he felt something too when you guys made love for an hour and a half right? Right?

‘‘Y/N. Did you hear me?’ ‘  

You quickly snap back to reality to the nagging voice beside you. Taking a sip of your peppermint tea, you turn towards the young girl. Her full bangs compliment her perfectly shaped face. Her long, straight hair that curls at the end a bit is jet black with no sign of split ends or damage. She holds a blue folder tightly to her chest with a cheeky smile upon her face.  

‘‘Mrs. Jane would like to see your work for this month’s upcoming project. Do you have the rough draft done?’ ‘  

You nod, ‘’ I’ve finished it already. Are you collecting?’’ The girl nods her head and holds out her dainty pale hand. Next to you is your documents drawer which you rummage through for a good minute or so before finding your pink folder with all the information and sketches.  

‘‘Thanks..’‘ She smiles, then walks away to her next prey. You let out a big sigh and place your hands in-between your head. Never have you had someone constantly be on your mind.  

It was killing you.  

‘‘ Child are you okay?’‘ 

You turn towards the voice to your left which sits next to you is your best-friend. Her smirk lets you know she knows what you’re thinking about. She knows. She also knows about that one night stand that you couldn’t shut up about two weeks ago. 

You try to hold back your laugh, ‘’ I’m. fine.’’ You manage to choke out. She shakes her head again with that damned smirk on her face. ‘’ Was he that good that he has you sitting here contemplating life honey?’’ 

Your eyes go eyes go wide and soon enough you find yourself swatting her thigh while trying to cover your face of embarrassment. ‘’ Stop! Geez I shouldn’t have even told you about it.’’

‘‘ I knew about him before you even did. Once you told me after the fact, I automatically recognized who he was by the way you described his features so well.’‘ She shrugs, swiveling her chair around to face you. You do the same.

‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ I went to high school with him. Park Jimin right? He was a ladies girl. Everyone wanted him. Plus he was a former dancer.’‘ 

Former dancer? It all makes sense. The way his body was nicely toned, not to muscly but noticeable. The way his hips moved every which way making sure his sinful area poked and pried at every nerve inside your walls. Made you let out strings of moans and whimpers because of how good he felt inside you. You’ve never felt something like that before. How dare he.

‘’ Well he has a cute friend. His name is Tae... Tae something. I don’t know but they were also friends in highschool. He was a handsome boy as well. If you would like to you know... tap that.’‘ She giggles.

Who does she think you are? Some type of person who gives away sex for a living? Definitely not. By the looks of your face she quickly abandons the subject. You decide it’s best to get back on task before your whore of a boss comes back around.

Only before that petite girl, with the bangs and perfectly trimmed straight hair, comes back with your folder and a ton of papers for you. As if this this day could  get any worse.

‘‘ No I don’t want to go tonight.’’ 

It feels like you’ve said this on the phone more than ten times. You’re sure of it. He just doesn’t want to give up. You’d rather be in the comfort of your home cuddled up in a blanket watching Netflix all day. After-all, it is a Friday night and it has been a very stressful week for you in the office. A nice hot bath and a binge worthy tv show is all you want right now. It’s what you deserve.

‘‘ Come with us it’ll be fun. You can invite your hot best friend too.’‘ He says, and you know he’s smirking on the other line. ‘‘ Hoseok for one, you will not hook up with my best friend understand? Two, i’m tired. I want to sleep.’‘

‘‘ Oh come on Y/N it’ll be fun. It’s just a night out on the strip. It’ll be fun. I’m bringing Jimin.’‘ He tapers off at the end to wait for your reaction. 

Could this be it? Another chance to see Jimin. Your chance to ask him.. if that night he felt something. Surely he did right? 

‘‘ I’ll come. But that doesn’t mean i’m coming for Jimin. I’m bringing Scar with me as well.’‘

A few seconds of silence fills the other line. Which you know that Hoseok probably muted himself to scream in success. You take this time to think about what you’re going to wear. Something that’s eye catching? Or something that’s casual yet classy since it is just hanging around downtown. Why not do both?

Hoseok come’s back to the line and you notice he’s more cheerful. It makes you smile to yourself, how cute. ‘‘ Be there in 45 minutes. We’ll be waiting by Krystal okay? Meet us out front of that place.’‘

You two say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. Anticipation runs deep through you lacing your blood with it. Just the thought of seeing him again rubs you the right way. 

Going into your closet, you take a good look at it and decide on a casual yet classy outfit. One that will surely catch his attention but very presentable as well. You hope that it’s going to pull through. Taking out your phone, you send a text message to Scarlet telling her all the details and to meet you here. 

‘’This will be one hell of a night.’’ You smirk to yourself as you pull out the accessories to your outfit. 

It wasn’t until you heard the doorbell constantly ring that broke you out of your trance of admiring yourself in the mirror. You look ravishing. Delectable. Every thing in the book. Surely you must have been admiring for quite some time because twenty minutes had passed and you didn’t even know it.

The doorbell ringing comes to a halt once you open the door forcefully. Scarlet greets you with a smile and a hug before coming inside. 

‘’ Okay does this make my ass look bigger than it already is?’’

You glance over at Scarlet who’s posing in-front of the hallway mirror, earning a small chuckle from you. ‘’ Yes, that dress always look’s good on you.’’

Scarlet grins at you, ‘’ Thanks. I try I try. You look sexy Y/N. Who’s getting it tonight? ’’

You giggle once more before  adjusting your black dress ‘’ You look so good Y/N i’m not lying. Did you put some make-up on?’’

You shyly nod your head yes, ‘’ Just a little. Not one of my dramatic looks.’’

‘‘ It suits the mood for tonight. Nothing to dramatic, more neutral.’‘ Scarlet says, picking up her purse again. ‘’ The dress does bring out your curves.’‘ She steps back and pulls out her phone for a snapchat picture. 

The two of you pose in the mirror for a quick second then giggle afterwards. Scarlet brings her phone back down as her fingers begin to type at a rapid speed. ‘I’m going to caption it; Going out with my babe!’’ 

You on the other hand were to busy into the hearts snapchat filter with Scar in the background of your video. You tap her with a smile and she looks up with a smile as well. ‘’ We are so gonna be late Scar. ’’

‘‘ Okay. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.’‘ 

You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. The cool breeze is enough for you to handle. Not to cold and not to hot of a breeze. Downtown is busy tonight, especially the strip. The neon signs blare into your vision, the cars speed past with drunk laughing people. Music plays coming from each store or bar you two pass. There’s a jazz man who’s playing some cool tunes next to the giant water fountain. You drop a ten dollar bill into his case hoping to brighten those tunes up a bit. Couples are everywhere you look. You haven’t been downtown in such a long time. Everything feels so brand new to you. It’s so lively. 

Scarlet walks confidently in-front of you, hips swaying naturally. You see Hoseok down the sidewalk waiting at the entrance for your arrival. Behind him is Jimin who looks fine tonight. He wears a long sleeve white Stussy t-shirt with black distressed jeans that show off his thighs. The same thighs that flexed with each thrust two weeks ago. The same thighs you wanted to ride because they had you soaking wet. Oh geez.

‘‘ Y/N! ahhh you look so good tonight!’‘ Hoseok grabs your hand and twirls you around a little. ‘‘ You’re right. Wow Y/N.’‘ A voice comes from behind him.

Part of you just wants to melt right into his arms right then and there. Keep it together.

‘‘ You don’t look bad yourself Jimin.’‘ It’s like your eyes refused to make eye contact with him. You want to, but can’t pull yourself to do it. ‘‘ And this is my best friend Scarlet.’‘

‘‘ Hello I’m Scarlet or Scar for short. Nice to meet you.’‘ She smiles, Jimin takes her hand and gives it a kiss. His eyes never leaves hers when he does so.

Scarlet lets out one of her nervous giggles as he lets her hand go. ‘’ How sweet.’’ Jimin smirks at her, ‘’ No worries. I’m Jimin, Park Jimin my love.’’ 

You almost choke at those last two words. My love? Seriously?

‘‘ Okay enough now that you’ve met my flirty friend who doesn’t know boundaries...’‘ Hoseok glares at him, earning a shrug from Jimin. ‘‘ .. I’m Hoseok. I’ve seen you on Y/N’s social media.. and I must say you are very pretty.’‘

‘‘ Thank you Hoseok. You are handsome as well.’’ She says.

You decide to end this introduction and start off the night. ‘‘ Alright enough of the talking. Can we have some fun tonight?’‘

‘‘ I agree, let’s get some drinks first.’‘ 

Only one hour in and you’ve only had one long island ice tea that you haven’t even finished yet. Somehow you’ve got tricked into third wheeling. Hoseok and Scarlet seem to be hitting it off very well walking in front of you.  But walking next to you is a quite Jimin. He’s to busy scrolling and typing on social media for him to even notice you. Oh so you thought.

‘‘ Y/N...’‘

The butterflies in your stomach begin. What could he want? ‘’ Hmm.’’

Jimin locks his phone and places it in his pocket. He then looks at you with that oh so familiar warm smile. ‘’ They seem to be hitting it off well yeah?’’

Oh. ‘’ Yeah. I ship it.’’ You giggle, crossing your arms.’’ How have you been? Haven’t seen your pretty self in weeks.’’ 

‘‘ I’m fine. You know, work and stuff.’‘ 

‘‘ Yes I can say the same. I’ve got some things going on as well.’‘ His eyes shift back towards the busy city. ‘‘ I’d be lying if I didn’t say I missed you.’‘

You stop dead in your tracks. He missed you? All this time you had thought he didn’t care but he does? ‘’ Missed me huh. Or did you miss the idea of me.’’

He smiles, ‘’ Can it be both?’’

You decide to let that comment slide. ‘’ Well Jimin. I missed you too.’’

‘‘ Great so I can do this.’‘

You’re caught off guard by his lips connecting with yours. Both of you move in sync with each other. Jimin open’s his mouth more so his tongue can move more freely inside of yours.  Both of your tongues fight for dominance making you moan inside the kiss. His hands cup your face, sending chills up your spine. Soon you find yourself whimpering for more, but you can’t let it go this far so you break away first.

‘‘ Hmm I missed those lips on mine. Sorry if I spooked you my love.’‘ Those dark brown eyes look deep into yours. ‘‘ I missed us talking constantly before we..’‘ He trails off, looking away from you smiling shyly.

‘‘ Yeah me too. We spent a lot of time texting and calling each other before that. But after that night we sort of.. stopped? I’ve been meaning to bring this up without it being awkward.’‘ You bite your lip, fiddling with your fingers.

Jimin looks around you guys. Scarlet and Hoseok are nowhere to be found. As he expected. ‘’ Well it looks like our friends ditched us. Have you eaten?’’

‘‘ I munched on something before I came here with you guys.’‘ You say, eyes shifting towards the city again. ‘‘ Well if you’re up for a little bit more of a walk I know this good place on the boardwalk. We are getting closer and closer to the beach.’‘

‘‘ Is this you asking me on a date Park Jimin?’‘ You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. ‘‘ It can be considered our first friendly date. I would love to take you out some other time where it’s not last minute my love.’‘

‘‘ Stop saying that.’‘

‘‘ Saying what?’‘

You roll your eyes playfully, ‘’ My love. Stop saying it.’’

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you in amusement, ‘’ Did you just roll your eye at me.. my love?’’ Your cheeks have never hurt this much before from constantly smiling, but tonight you just cant stop them. ‘’ And if I did?’’

‘‘ I suggest you don’t do that again.’‘ 

The walk wasn’t as far as you thought. Jimin had linked his hand in yours on the way there. It surprised you for a minute but you let it happen. He hasn’t let go since. The two of you are sat down at a table outside by a waitress who cannot keep her eyes away from Jimin. Only if she knew how much of a sex god he was. Then she really wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes away.

‘‘ The moon looks beautiful tonight.’‘ He nods his head over towards the sky. Your eyes gaze over the sandy beach and waves that crash onto the shore. The moon lit sky peering over it looks beautiful.

Jimin brings both of your hands onto the table and intertwines them with his. A smile appears on his face when he sees you shyly try to hide your smile from him. Jimin’s most favorite feature of you is your smile, and moans of course, but your smile brings him happiness. It’s something about the way your lips curl up into a smile and your eyes narrow a little bit with it. Or when you laugh at one of his comments or jokes. It makes him happy inside and out.

‘‘ So, what were you saying earlier my love?’‘

You playfully roll your eyes again at that nickname. Before you can roll them again, Jimin’s smile drops and he let’s go of your right hand. You furrow your eyebrows at him for a second until you’re caught off guard with a tiny slap to the inside of your thigh. You hiss at the pain.

He says, ‘‘ Stop rolling your eyes at me. playful or not my love, I don’t like it.’‘ 

‘‘ Fine but stop calling me that nickname. You said it to Scarlet. Now I don’t want it anymore.’‘ You say, attitude high with your arms crossed.

Jimin chuckles and lets his tongue swipe across the inside of his jaw, ‘’Someone’s jealous.’’

‘’ I just see the name is useless is all if you’re calling other girls that.’‘

‘‘ Hmm jealous now aren’t we?’‘ He smirks, leaning back in his chair. ‘‘ Says the one who was all over me that night. Practically craving me. Now, what If i let someone else do that hmm? Equivalent to you calling other girls that name.’‘

His smirk never lets up. You know you trying to act all tough isn’t going to last. It’s just not in you. But what you can do is make him jealous and tease him for a while. You consider it a payback for those two weeks of hell you went through.

‘‘ I’m enjoying our night out Jimin. Thank you for taking the time to catch up with me tonight.’‘ Your face is innocent as ever, sipping on your water. 

His expression changes when your foot travels up his leg and onto his crotch and slowly grazes over the tip of his dick. Jimin glares and bites his lip at the constant friction between the head and your foot going in agonizingly slow circles. He let’s both of your hands go to try and pry your leg away but you increase pressure making him choke out a small wince.

‘‘ Aww. Cute.’‘ 

Jimin’s head pops up with a death glare on his face, ‘’ Don’t call me that after you just tried to pull some type of stun-’’

Your foot begins it’s slow circles again. It’s fun watching him stop his sentences. The way he holds in his moans and bites his lip. It turns you on very much.

“Fuck,” He grunts, eye’s closed.

You stop once your food arrives. The same waitress that can’t keep her eyes off of Jimin. She makes eye contact with her, and he winks as she places the food in-front of him. Your face drops into a stone cold expression. Once the waitress leaves his head slowly turns towards you with his famous sly smirk. He knew just how to press your buttons. 

You start back up again, going at an even faster pace at this point. He curses at himself and his eyes close again. You smile when he starts to shake his legs and breathe heavily. Only for Jimin’s eyes pop open with a devilish smile that confuses you. He grabs your leg and makes sure that your foot is positioned right ontop of his dick. He rolls his hips to the movement of yours, looking you dead straight in the eyes. You go along with it for now. But your eyes almost buck out of your head when he starts letting out moans and grunts as he throws his head back.

‘‘ Mmm fuck Y/N you do this so well.’‘

You’re at loss for words. The risk of being caught mixed with the sight you’re seeing now has your panties becoming wet.It takes all your might not to just jump over the table and devour him when he sighs in relief. You watch his body convulse of the aftershocks. So fucking sexy. 

And as if nothing had just happened, he picks up his fork and begins to eat his pasta. The rest of the night is silent. You both eat in silence but in the inside you want to say something but you know better. The stunt you just pulled has something coming for you. Maybe payback wasn’t such a good thing after all.

After Jimin comes back from the restroom, assuming he cleaned himself up well down there, he sits back down at the table with a warm smile. It confuses you.

‘‘ Do you want to leave now? We can go to my place and just chill for the night. Looks like the two love birds might have already went back to one of their place’s.’‘ He says, grabbing your hand once again.

You nod your head dumbfounded at what you didn’t know that was going to happen at his place. But you agree to go. What can go wrong?

The moment you guys enter his luxurious apartment, he pins you against the wall and raises your hands above you head. He tilts your head and nips at your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking. He hit one of your sweet spots that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

‘‘ Please Jimin.’‘ You cry out. Slowly pulling away, he pulls you from against the wall and bends to dip an arm under your legs to lift you up bridal style.

He deeply chuckles into your ear, ‘‘ You have an eventful night planned out for pulling that stunt at the restaurant sweetheart.’‘ His words sends shivers down your spine. 

Jimin closes the door behind him, giving you a taste of comfort before he has his way with you. He places you on his bed and you stare into those dark brown eyes that you love oh so much. 

‘‘ Face down, ass up now.’‘ He growls. 

You nod your head and do as told. Soon you feel your dress being unzipped and thrown to the floor. You’re in nothing but your bra and baby pink lace thong. His hands run up and down your spine, then to your ass. 

‘‘ You ruined my pants today. Made me cum inside them since you wanted to feel like you had control over me.. babygirl.’‘ He says, hands stopping right above your ass.

‘‘ Count for me Y/N.’‘

You don’t even have time to take a breath in when the first hard impact comes. It wells tears in your eyes but you love it. You love every smack and every second of it. And so you count for him, you count all fifteen hits to your sore,red ass. 

‘‘ You’ve taken your punishment well.’‘ Jimin says soothing the pain by rubbing over it softly. ‘‘ You looked so pretty doing what you’re told my beautiful girl. You deserve every inch of me. You deserve all of me.’’ His voice is soft and low. It intoxicates you. 

Jimin shifts you onto your back, his hands tracing every inch of your body. You prop yourself up with your shoulders and you don’t jerk away, instead you let him lean in and kiss you passionately. The lewd sounds of the two of you sharing a wet, sloppy kiss can be heard throughout the apartment. You whine in his arms wanting more than just the kiss. He growls in return, yanking your head back to mark up that pretty neck some more. His hands swiftly makes their way towards your nipples, you moan out in response.

“mmm so cute and hard for me.” He flicks your hard nipples with his index and middle fingers on both your breasts. The way he speaks is sinful. Your panties grow even more wet as he pinches your nipples to make you whimper. “ Making pretty sounds for me hmm? Got you all wet baby?’’

With his hands dropping to your hips, he pushes you to lay down on the bed. Your breasts look so captivating to him. Your back arches when his lips connect to your right breast and soon to your left.

“Jimin...’’ You whimper, tugging on his hair to get him to look at you. He pauses the swirling of his tongue on your breast and looks up with lust filled eyes.

“ Yes sweetheart?” He coos.

‘’Off... t-take it off.’’ You whine, moving your hands towards his clothing and tugging on it firmly.

Jimin smiles before balancing on his knees to lift off his shirt. You watch him strip his shirt off, revealing his beautifully toned stomach and sharp v-line. You want nothing more than to run your tongue across him, leaving hickies behind.

Once he takes off his shirt, he dips back down to you to kiss your lips once more. ‘’ Your reaction was instantaneous, your back arching as your hands flew to his hair in shock at the pleasure it gave you. You really were sexually frustrated. Just him kissing you was all too much for you to handle.

As if he could tell what you wanted, his hand found its way to the hem of your lace thong. He feels how wet you were with his index finger sliding up and down your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slid them off with his teeth.

Your mouth instantly falls open when one thick finger slides inside you, your wetness pouring out beneath his finger. Once his finger is coated in your juices, he pulls out of you leaving you whimpering at the loss of friction. You watch him slide his wet finger into his mouth, his eyes close as he hums around it.

“You taste so fucking good. Let me have more of you yeah? He says, waiting for some type of consent from you. 

You nod, wanting him more than ever.

Jimin props both your legs up onto his shoulder, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening core. You are left exposed to his lustful gaze as he took in the appearance of your swollen lips. Your lips spread apart to expose your clit that desperately seeks attention.  

And so he provides it. His head dips down to get to work on your cunt.  The pleasure you feel is outrageous, it has you clawing at his back, not even letting up, before letting out your never ending moans. You knew for a fact that Jimin’s tongue was a work of art when put to the test.

“Oh fuck! ” You yell out, arching your back when his lips begin to suck harshly on your clit, that bubbly feeling in your stomach appears. 

“Do I make you feel good ? Hmm, use your words.” He encourages, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to lick and suck on your clit.

“It feels so good Jimin, oh my gosh, please don’t stop. Fuck!” You cry out, tossing your head back as you clutch onto the sheets once more, leaving his hair alone. As soon as he hears that, he seemed to lose control. His fingers start abuse your g-spot in sync with his sucking on your clit. That’s all you took for you to explode around his fingers. Your body spasms when you close your eyes. You can practically hear your heartbeat pounding in your head.

That doesn’t stop Jimin though. He continues to abuse your hole but you can’t handle the over-stimulation. You grip his wrists to stop him in which he obliges. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and shows you them before sucking on them harshly.  

“ Such a naughty girl now aren’t we.” He coos, rubbing your thighs that shake endlessly. “Want more princess?”

You nod your head, to busy lost in a trance. His words always get to you. A boy who knows his way with his words. The things that come out his mouth laced with either sweet venom or sugar. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel like this. Damn him for letting you fall under his ways. 

You don’t realize all of his clothes were off until the head of his cock is sitting at your entrance. He’s a nice size, as you remember, but it’s the thickness that gets you. He has a lot of girth and it damn sure stretches you out. 

“Shit, oh my gosh.” You moan, letting your head fall back as he starts easing into you. 

“ Mmm babygirl,” He growls, using one of his hands to spread your lips, giving him the bes view of you taking him all the way. “Fuck just look at that baby. Your little pussy stretching to take my thick cock. Feels good yeah?”

“ Yes Jimin, fuck, it feels so good please. ” You whimper, wanting to feel all stuffed and full. Finally he bottoms out and you definitely feel it in you.

Jimin’s hands grip your hips as he starts to move inside of you. Since your previous orgasm residue was still there, mixing with your fresh juices,  every time moved in and out your juices would drip.Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as the pace quickened, wanting to get you to cum again.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room. There was no point in hiding them now.  With his hips moving at a fast pace, and his dick murdering your g-spot, it makes you feel that familiar feeling again. 

“My good girl, you’re doing so well for me.” Jimin smiles, praising you as you become undone around him. Your hole spasms around his length and it feels like heaven for him. Jimin holds himself up on his elbows, resting his face against yours while he gently eases you through your orgasm. 

“You don’t know the things your body does to me Y/N. The faces you make when i’m fucking your brains out. You look like you’re in pure ecstasy because of me and only me, baby.” He whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. You nod and press your lips against his. Smiling into the kiss, his hips begin fucking you  again, getting up to his previous pace.

Your body is automatically put into over-stimulation mode. “Are you going to cum again for me?”

“Mhm, oh my god!” You whimper, closing your eyes shut harshly. Jimin pulls out of you, and starts to slide his cock up and down your folds to bring you to another orgasm. You let out a scream as Jimin watch your juices fly and soak everywhere around you both. Your death grip on the sheets havent left and your back is arched so high from the bed that he has to bring you back down. 

“Fuck, that’s it. You’re squirting princess.” He praises you, smiling as he doesn’t stop movement, juices everywhere. “You’re squirting so much baby look at you.’’

The feeling is too much for you so you shut your legs around him. Jimin smiles at you when you finally open your eyes. They hardly stay open but long enough for you to see him get himself off using his right hand. You open your mouth to say something, but he interrupts “Shh princess, you’re too sensitive. Maybe next time.”

You nodded with a small pout on your lips. You want him to cum inside you. To feel his hot sperm coat your insides. Your body says otherwise. You are spent, exhausted to the max..

Just as he is about to cum, you sit up and climb over to him. Your mouth quickly finds it’s way to his length and as if a habit, you begin to suck. ‘’You don’t have to princes- fuck.’’ He groans, releasing his load inside your mouth while you deep throat all his length.

Soon you pull away from his cock after he cums. You open your mouth to show him and then swallow it all down. ‘’ Filthy whore.’’ He smirks, pecking your lips.

Jimin kisses your forehead once more, before lifting up and disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a warm, wet towel to clean up the mess between your legs. Your eyes flutter open and close. You catch a glimpse of his nicely toned back when he turns to disregard the towel. He comes back again with a green t-shirt which makes your heart flutter as he pulls it over your head. Another forehead kiss, then those nose, then the lips. 

‘’ Jimin?’‘ You coo.

He climbs in bed beside you, ‘’ Yes?’’

‘’ We never discussed what we are...’’ You say quietly, picking at your fingers. 

He laughs softly, ‘’ You know I can’t commit right now. I have too many things going on and-’’

‘’ Excuses Jimin.’’ You pout, turning away from him. ‘’ Aww come on don’t be like that. Listen, if I ever get my life together and the ladies off of me you’ll be the first one I run to, my love.’’ 

‘’ Promise?’’ 

‘’ I promise.’’

Oh so you had thought. Another two weeks had passed and the same thing happened. Now you’re stuck in your office again contemplating life, as Scarlet would say. The only difference is, he texts you more often. Usually good morning and goodnight texts. An occasional ‘how was your day.’ 

You can’t help but to wonder what he’s probably doing with other girls. Feeding them empty promises. Saying sweet nothings in their ears. Letting them hear what they want to. It’s no doubt he knows what he’s doing. No doubt.

Only if he hadn’t wasted your time.

Two weeks and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

[sopejinsunflower]

Part 2

I wake up with the sun in my eye and feeling hot. I try to remove the blanket but then realise it isn’t why I’m feeling hot; it’s the strong arm wrapping around my middle, pressing me against the front of whoever is still sleeping behind me.

Namjoon.

I hear him snoring lightly and try to remove his arm without waking him. I think about last night, the reason why I had come to sleep with him but can’t quite grasp the logic of it. He stirs then, releasing me as he turns away. I take my chance and sit up, silently tiptoeing out of the room. I take my temperature, jot down the number and go back out again. The house is quiet as I make my way downstairs to the kitchen. Just as I arrive on the bottom landing, the sweet scent of chocolate greets me. I follow it, wondering who is up making breakfast. In the kitchen, I meet with Yoongi who is sitting at the island, pouring over a book. No breakfast of any sort in sight. Not even a drink.

I approach him, the scent getting stronger. Yoongi turns around, a little surprised to find me there but he offers a small nod and a barely audible, “G’morning.”

“Did you have chocolate? Of any kind?” I ask as I take a seat next to him.

He shakes his head. “No. Not yet. Are you hungry?”

Ignoring his question, I lean in towards him, inhaling deeply. “Why do you smell like chocolate and peppermint?”

Yoongi smells himself, pulling the front of his shirt towards his nose. “I don’t smell anything.” Then, he leans in to me, taking a deep breath. “You smell like...I can’t put my finger on it.” He takes another deep breath, leaning in so close that his nose tickles my collarbone. “Like summer? Like summer rain.” He pulls back, looking at me with quizzical eyes.

“Is that even a smell?” I counter, half-jokingly. He doesn’t answer but keeps staring, the same look on his face. I glance at the book he is reading. “What’s that?”

He flips the book over to show me the cover: The Omegaverse, A Theory. “The bookshelves are full of books like these. Oh. And I found this earlier.” He pushes a small paper towards me. I pick it up and read.

The books will help you understand more about your new bodies. The changes will happen within the next few days. Best be prepared. I need the most optimum result.

I look at Yoongi. “Changes? What changes? What did he do to us?”

Yoongi rolls up his right sleeve to show me a small, purplish bump there. “I think they put something in us. Something that has to do with the whole omegaverse thing. I think he manipulated our DNAs somehow, to match the omegaverse dynamic.”

I roll up my own right sleeve but find nothing. I check my left arm and there it is, an identical bump to Yoongi’s. I’m at a loss for words. Is that even possible? What science fiction novel did I fall into? “What makes you so sure that he’s not bluffing us? Like he could say anything, not like there’s any proof of it.”

Yoongi looks at me, his eyes sharp that I almost cower back. “You said I smell of chocolate and peppermint.”

“So what?” I shot back, incredulous.

“Doesn’t Namjoon smell like coffee to you, too?” Yoongi doesn’t raise his voice but his tone gets harder. “Doesn’t Hoseok smell like cinnamon, Jin like full cream milk? How about the fact that Jimin now smells like licorice or Taehyung wafting that sea breeze smell every time he tossed in bed?”

I have reclined in my seat the more Yoongi talks and when he stops, the look in his eyes softens and he grabs my hand, making small circles with his thumb on the back of my hand. He sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry at you.”

The smell of chocolate and peppermint enhances, wrapping around me like a soft blanket. I lean against his side unthinkingly, breathing in his scent and feeling relaxed. At that moment, I think maybe he’s right but still, it doesn’t make sense. Just then, the faint smell of cinnamon and licorice greet my nose and we both hear footsteps coming down the stairs. The look on my face must have given away to Yoongi that I’m smelling it, too, but he doesn’t say anything. The two men come into the kitchen, eyes still heavy with sleep, hair bedraggled.

Yoongi smiles at them. “You don’t look like you had a good sleep.”

Jimin pouts. “No, I didn’t.”

Hoseok yawns. “I thought I smelled chocolate. I’m hungry.”

I turn to Yoongi who gives me a silent I-told-you look. To his members, he says, “I’ll make breakfast if you wake up everyone. We need to talk.”

Thirty minutes later, everyone is sitting around the kitchen island much like last night, the smell of scrambled eggs and sausages filling the air as everyone fights against their eyelids to keep them open. Hoseok makes coffee to which I decline, preferring straight tea instead to settle my churning stomach. By the time food is served, everyone is finally fully awake. Jimin has made some toasts too, and Taehyung finds an assortment of cereal and three options of milks: whole, low-fat and almond. I didn’t see those last night, though.

As everybody tucks into their breakfast, Yoongi slowly broaches the subject of what situation we are in. He tells them the same thing he mentioned to me earlier; the DNA manipulation, the omegaverse dynamic, the scents, which is the only thing everyone agrees to notice, too. He then continues on to things he didn’t mention earlier; like the deeper contents of the book he was reading or had been reading since last night, along with the content of the morning letter from the chute. “If he’s not lying, we will start presenting in the next couple of days.”

“Presenting? What the hell is that?” asks Hoseok in between sips of his iced coffee.

“It’s when we, I don’t know how to say it, mature? Into the role our DNAs were changed into, the marks on our wrist,” explains Yoongi, indicating his marked wrist. “If I understood correctly, it’s not going to be as easy as when we were going through puberty. It’s...messy.”

I catch him glancing my way before quickly taking a bite out of his toast, averting my eyes. What does he mean by messy? Gladly, Jimin asks the same question aloud. Yoongi looks uncomfortable but clarifies anyway. “Well,” he says, drawing out the time as he carefully places the piece of toast back onto his plate and rubs his fingers together off of the crumbs, “for betas, it’s not much noticeable, it’s quite subtle, the changes. The book didn’t explain much about it. But for alphas, well, alphas present the same way a male cat would when it comes of age. It’ll try to mark his territory. His scent becomes stronger, too.”

“Mark his territory, how?” Jin questions, one eyebrow raises.

Yoongi scratches his head. “An alpha will become more primal. He’d want to bite, claim, and, well, rut.”

All seven heads are now turned towards Yoongi, all actions frozen as we stare at him. Taehyung clears his throat. “You’re saying that Namjoon-hyung, Hoseok-hyung, Jiminie and Jungkookie are all going to do that?”

Yoongi shrugs. “Well, if this whole experiment turns out to be true, then yeah. Look, he might just be bullshitting us and-”

There is a metallic sound of something travelling through a pipe and we look around trying to locate the chute. A small opening reveals a rolled up paper next to the cooking vent and no one seems to be moving to retrieve it. I hop off my seat and go to get it, standing on my tippy toes to reach it. I unroll it and there is only one short line written on it:

I’m not.

I pass the paper to Yoongi, fighting the urge to hurl again. He reads it then passes the paper around. The room is silent again. It’s clear that this Master person sees and hears everything which is fucked up on its own. What kind of sick sadist is he to do this? Some sort of evil scientist? There must be some sort of legality against this type of experiment for him to kidnap us, right? Which means that we have to find a way to escape and get help ASAP. But how? Another metallic sound comes from the chute and another paper arrives. This time Taehyung gets it and reads out loud, “Tell them about omegas. That’s my favourite part.”

We turn to Yoongi once again.

“Omegas are...different,” Yoongi starts hesitantly. “In the omegaverse, omegas are the ones that can get pregnant and alphas are the only ones that can breed them. There are rare cases where an omega is bred by a beta but not much information on that. There is a rare chance that an alpha can breed another alpha, or an alpha with a beta but the book didn’t mention much on it either. Omegas present differently to alphas. When they do, well, it’s visible.” He chances a quick look my way but not long. “Omegas go into heats, much like an alpha’s rutting but omegas heat can trigger the alpha. The book heavily warns to keep alphas as far away from an omega in heat as possible if there is no intention of breeding.”

Taehyung says, “Well, there’s no need to go into alpha with alphas or betas since noona is the only female here.”

Yoongi grimaces. “I told you, there’s no gender in an omegaverse so that fact doesn’t hold for much.”

Taehyung jaw drops.

“So, only alphas can...I mean with an omega during heats?” I ask through dry mouth.

Yoongi shakes his head. “No, betas can...take care of omegas,too, but not as efficiently. It might take the heat off a little but it won’t cure it.” Then, like an afterthought, he adds, “But sex isn’t the only way. Omegas heat can last up to three days and during these times, toys might help, too.”

Namjoon shoots up from the table, running his hands through his hair frustratingly as he paces. “What the fuck are we even talking about right now? What the actual fuck!”

“This is ridiculous,” breathes out Jimin, slumping against his chair.

“I want to go home now,” says Jungkook quietly. Taehyung, sitting next to him, hears it and puts a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. In the midst of this group meltdown, I almost missed how Jungkook leaned into the older member, much like how I did with Yoongi earlier or with Namjoon last night. It is comfort we all need and what we can give each other. But now I’m wondering if it’s more than just that; if it’s more of our basic instincts taking over. Does that mean the changes are already happening?

The more I think about the situation, the more I can’t help but feel how ridiculous this all is. It’s just so bizarre that it feels like a joke. I feel the laugh bubbling up and I can feel my face contorting. I can’t help it anymore. I burst out laughing, a deep belly-aching laugh. I hold my side, one hand leaning on the kitchen island top so as to not fall off the high chair. High chair. A baby’s chair? I laugh again, doubling over as I slide off the seat, finding it even more hilarious how at this point I still can’t feel the floor with my toes. How high is this chair? Or how short am I? Not sure. Don’t think it’s relevant considering that in a few days I’ll be shacking up with these seven men, the most desirable men in the world. Lucky!

My head hits the edge of the island top before I fall straight to the floor. The room is spinning and I can feel arms holding my sides which suddenly feel super ticklish. I laugh as I try to wriggle free but the arms are strong, half-picking me up and holding me close to his warm chest, slightly rocking. The smell of warm chocolate fills my nose. That is when the laugh turns to tears, silently at first and then I can no longer hold back. I cry into his arms, Yoongi’s arms, as he presses me close to him. I can feel the others’ hands on my back, my shoulders, my head, soothing me, calming me, or probably just sharing in the moment as they too are on the edge of breaking down. I can feel it in the air, the tension, the dark clouds hanging above our heads. The scent of coffee and cinnamon and licorice and something citrusy are strong in the room, almost nauseating as they mix together. And just underneath those, warm and comforting, are what I assume to be the betas’ scents; warm chocolate, rich milk and warm sea breeze. I breathe them all in.

Once I’m calm enough, I speak against Yoongi’s chest, “What if they don’t find us soon enough? What if...what if we’re stuck here forever?”

Jin answers in a light tone. “They will, sweetheart. We won’t be stuck here forever.”

Even though I know his words are just for my comfort, I believe in them. I want to, maybe, even need to. I look up to face Yoongi. “Why do you smell so nice?” I nudge my nose against his neck, breathing in his scent, which seems the strongest in this spot. I nuzzle against it, something deep down wanting to have his smell all over me. Yoongi returns my nuzzling, rubbing his cheek to mine. “I think it’s called scenting,” he says breathily.

A hand pries me off of Yoongi and I’m face to face with Taehyung who looks close to tears. Without saying anything, I climb into his lap, repeating the same actions I did with Yoongi with him. He relaxes, breathing in my scent as I do his.

“I think the change is already happening,” Hoseok notes sourly from somewhere behind Taehyung. “I think it’s really happening.”

Jimin sniffles. “What do we do? This isn’t normal.”

“Maybe we can figure out a way out,” offers Jungkook, who is standing close to the eldest member. “There must be a way out, right?”

The voice came over the speaker, booming loudly through the house through invisible speakers. “Don’t even worry your pretty heads about escaping. There is no escape, I made sure of that. You are in a house I took two years to build and perfect. Of course, in the middle of nowhere for good measure. What you need to do is just live life like you normally do, minus the celebrity life. Do as per my instructions. Be a good little pack and I’ll reward you.” He laughs to himself. “You should look forward to your days here. You will see how much more freedom humans will have if we all live like pack animals, how much more peace can be restored in the world. You’ll see how this is the life humans should live. Back to following our primal instincts when things were so much easier. You’ll thank me for this.” With a last laugh, the audio cuts off.

Jin holds out a hand to me. “Come. We need to take care of that egg on your head.”

Egg? I run a hand over my forehead and wince against the pain. Sure enough, there is a bruise swelling up from where I had hit the island earlier. I take his hand and he pulls me to my feet. As I follow him out of the kitchen, I can feel primal eyes following my every move. They feel...intimidating.

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Strawberry Lemonade

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 2.5k

; Synopsis: After a stressful day, you come home to Hoseok to see whether your life will change for the better.

; A/N: Surprise! I consider this the fluffiest of all the drabbles...please let me know what you think with a comment or ask!

Peppermint 01

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The apartment is quiet when you get home from work, no sound effects coming from your boyfriend’s mouth as he plays one of his favourite video games nor any beautiful singing as he works in the peace and tranquility of home. You’d almost think he wasn’t there, except for the fact that you know he’s been working from home all day to ensure that he doesn’t get distracted with any incessant questions at the office.

It had been lonely without him, even though you can’t actually see him when you work. His desk is on the other side of yours after all, his monitor backing up to your own and the only way you can spy his pretty face is by leaning around the side. He normally always has a bright smile for you when he spots you, lips curving into that familiar heart shape that still makes your own heart kick after three years together.

Even on the days when you had a fight before entering work, it would still soothe your anger to see him there with the concentrated frown behind those familiar circular glasses. Not that you argued often with him. In fact, it was about as rare as Hoseok getting angry, which was almost never.

The man had endless amounts of patience, which you had come to love and admire over the years. Shy, awkward and jumpy though he may be, he was nevertheless a rock of support that you could rely on happily for comfort and support through rough times.

Your lighthouse in the storm.

Today, you’d really wanted the safety of his arms and his soft words of reassurance to allay your fears and soothe the worries that had flitted through your thoughts the whole day. Because something had been irritating you in the back of your mind for a while now, wondering if perhaps you were imagining things or if it was actually serious.

But today, you’d finally decided that you were going to find out once and for all. Hoseok could help with the psychological side of things for you, but only you could truly resolve the issue. You just hoped that he’d be agreeable to it, which was why you were hoping to hear him when entering the apartment.

It had once been solely his, but now was home to the both of you. The living room remained near enough the same as before with only a few minor changes by you. A few more pictures of you both dotted around the room, some new curtains and new cushions being the main extent of the differences.

Otherwise, it was still a shrine to popular culture spreading over all different mediums. Still very much Jung Hoseok in a room.

When you first moved in, he’d been pretty agreeable when you’d made changes to the bathroom and inserted your things into his life permanently. He’d been a little wary with the bedroom, but had accepted the changes with only small amounts of whining and complaining.

But you’d quickly discovered that the living room was a no go area for change, at least at first. Suggestions of removing figures or certain posters to make way for something else sent him into a visible state of defence and borderline panic, leading to you abandoning it for his comfort.

This had been his home since he was 22 after all, 10 years by that point. It was his safe area, the place where he wasn’t judged by people or expected to respond to social cues in an acceptable manner. It was the place where he had happily surrounded himself with all the things he loved, a place that calmed and comforted him.

You were one of those things, and so he was happy to include you in it. But shifting other things around had evidently not been in his immediate plan and you were loathe to do something that distressed him. So you’d backed off and over the last two years, Hoseok had become slowly amenable to adjustments that reflected the two of you.

His safe space was no longer solitary, and you were beyond pleased when he began to make changes himself. He’d spent so long building walls around himself that it took him awhile to find his way through them and invite you inside. But you were there now, cosy with him.

“Hoseok?” You call out, voice loud in the silence. Frowning, you wonder where he could’ve gone. He had been online on Skype when you’d left, and you knew that Hoseok had a tendency to accidentally overwork if left to his own devices. It wasn’t really work to him as much as a hobby he just got paid for. He loved his video editing that much.

Moving over to the tiny office that had been set up in a corner of the kitchen, it had originally been in his bedroom but he’d moved it when you moved in, you note the MacBook laid on the surface with the screen open. It’s on, so you know he’s here somewhere.

Quiet he may be, he’s still far too big to be playing hide and seek.

“Hos-” You’re cut off when the door to the bathroom opens and your boyfriend walks out, almost walking straight into you from where you’d been stood in front of it. Immediately he jumps backwards, a shriek leaving his mouth that was a weird combination of adult male and little girl. 

For a moment, he does nothing but stand there with wide eyes and a hand pressed to his chest as he calms his obviously racing heart. The bright pink headphones covering his ears let you know why he hadn’t heard you and you can’t help but wrinkle your nose as you gently push them till they slide down his neck.

“Ew, you wore those to the bathroom?” You question, causing him to roll his eyes as he moves past you into the kitchen.

“It’s not like I peed on them. I didn’t even touch them. Why are you home so early?” He asks, sitting down at the small desk and tapping on the keyboard quickly. Biting your lip, you move one of the chairs to sit next to him before suddenly letting your head flop onto his shoulder.

“I asked to come home early. I don’t feel well. All sick and blah.” Hoseok shifts, trying to twist his head until he can look at you. He has such pretty eyes, soft and friendly looking. His hand comes up to rest on your forehead.

“You don’t feel hot. Do you want to lay down? I can bring you something later if you want? Toast? Soup? Flat Coke?” Snorting, you just cuddle closer into him and wrap your arms around his bicep tightly.

“That’s an old wives tale. It doesn’t work. Besides, we don’t have any. You drank the last the other night. No, it’s not that,” Hoseok goes to argue, his mouth opening but you beat him to it. “I think I’m pregnant.”

No sound leaves him, despite the fact his mouth works for a few moments while he stares blankly ahead. You can practically hear the cogs working in his head, putting together what you’ve just said and you have no doubt that he’s working through denial right now. He’ll probably verbalise it in a moment, pointing out that you’re on birth control and he uses condoms. Except that one time last year when you’d both gotten a little too drunk at one of the work nights out.

That had been interesting, discovering a new kink for both of you. Not one that you’d entertain again for the near future. Although maybe now…

But your wonderful boyfriend has never been like other men, and he proves it right then and there. “Do you want me to go buy a pregnancy test? Or five? How many are you supposed to take?”

“What...no asking me if I’m sure?” You tease lightly, despite the roiling of your stomach as you lean back to look at him. His face is markedly pale right now against his black hair, not the usual golden tan that it normally is and his cheeks are flushed rose but his expression is sincere and determined.

“You know your body. If that’s what you think, then that’s what you think. Just...have to prove it I guess. Or disprove it.” You can hear the concern and worry in his voice, but whether that’s for you or the potential future child you’ll both have, you don’t know. Instead, you just wrap your arms around him tightly.

“I love you. You know that? I bought three. Just in case, you know. Three’s a charm. I’ll go...do them I guess?” He watches you carefully, nutmeg brown eyes scanning over your face before they look at your bag by your feet.

“Do you need help?” Chuckling, you shake your head as you retrieve the three boxes and head over to the bathroom.

“Not unless you want to pee on them. And I think we’re definitely getting a negative from that. I’ll be back out in a minute.” Hoseok stands to follow, the last image you see of him as the bathroom door closes is one of a man trying to look positive for you but with confusion written all over his body.

The process is simple enough and you don’t even bother to read the instructions properly, simply uncapping and peeing on each stick in sequence. Washing your hands and heading back out, you carefully lay them on some tissue paper on the kitchen table while Hoseok watches them with wide eyes.

He sits down next to you at the table, an arm wrapping around your shoulders to bring you closer to him before he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “We’ll be okay. Are you okay?”

The question is soft and you smile at him, nodding. You’re surprisingly calm about this whole thing to say that you’ve spent the whole day feeling ill about the prospect of being pregnant.

Neither of you really speak for the next few minutes, the silence tense and almost awkward until finally you both look at the tests laid out in front of you. Each one is pretty easy to understand, and the three tiny plus symbols make it clear what the result is.

“Holy fuck. We’re having a baby.” Hoseok states bluntly, sitting back in the chair with almost comically wide eyes. Chewing on your lips, you rest a hand on his denim clothed thigh before realising that you’re already resting a hand on your stomach.

Your child is in there, a tiny bunch of cells that are made up from Hoseok and you. Both of your DNA coming together to create a little human being.

You expect a bit more panic from Hoseok, a little more wild hair as he runs his hands through it and a little more pacing frantically as he tries to get his head around it. Hoseok doesn’t particularly like change, and a baby is the biggest change anyone can make.

He doesn’t like mess or chaos, and a child is the biggest creator of mess and chaos. His beloved living room will never look the same. What if it’s too much for him?

“What do you want to do?” Is all he says though, turning to face you with a carefully blank face. There’s no sign of panic or turmoil on his expression, just determination and love for you. It almost makes you want to cry, and you do end up pressing your hand to your mouth.

“Do you...I mean do you want a baby? I know that we’ve talked about it before but you’ve always made out that you want a baby after you got married. And we’re not married. And a baby will cause so much mess for you and it’s a lot of noise and stress and-” He cuts you off with a kiss to the forehead before looking at you sternly.

“What do you want to do? You’re the one carrying the baby. I don’t need to be married, ignore that. I’m terrified, yes. I think I’ll be a terrible dad honestly. The idea of all that mess is horrific, but I’ve always known I want children with you one day. It just came early. But it’s your decision. I swear I’ll support you.” You don’t mean to, but tears start to fall at that as your heart swells with pure emotion from him.

Everyone always thinks of Jung Hoseok as cold and awkward. A high opinion of himself when in reality he’s just shy and quiet, forever unwilling to raise his voice. He doesn’t comfort with his words but with his actions, and he loves so strongly. And yet he’s never said anything more wonderful than what he said just then.

That he’s here, and he will be here no matter what you choose. That even though he’s scared, he’s willing to go with whatever you want because he knows you’re just as scared. Maybe even more so, as it’s your body that will change over the next few months and it’s you who will go through the trials of labour.

“Are you sure? If we keep it? I mean...we’ll need somewhere new and to buy things and get things ready. It’ll be so much mess, so much. And-” Hoseok shakes his head with a trembling smile.

“Don’t. Don’t think like that. We’ll just get on with it, like every other parent. I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. I swear. Do you want to keep it then?” You’re nodding before you even realise, salty tears falling down your face to land on your lips where you taste them when your tongue darts out.

Hoseok tastes them too when he kisses you, his hands cupping your cheeks gently before his thumbs wipe away the trails. “I love you. I’m not even being cheesy when I said that I never imagined myself having babies with anyone other than you.”

“You’re going to be a daddy. And you’re going to be a great daddy, no more bad mouthing yourself.” He laughs, breath ghosting against your lips as he nods, his nose brushing against yours.

“You’re going to be a mommy. Ahh, you’re going to be such a good mommy. Now we can be a super family at conventions!” Hoseok’s arm wraps around you and pulls you tight to him, the position awkward on two chairs yet neither of you cares too much. You care even less when he rests the flat of his palm against your stomach hesitantly.

“They’re going to lose their minds at work, you know that right? Jimin may literally die of shock and Taehyung may just pass out from excitement. You know he loves kids.” You state quietly, smiling into Hoseok’s neck as he laughs and nods.

“I can’t wait. Is that mean of me?”

“No, it’s perfect.”