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Stranded (II) | jhs

— But, darling, if you hadn’t fallen, you wouldn’t have met him—the one who’ll render you mad and drunk with his love so much that you’ll never want to find sanity again.

word count: 11,730 (PART II) contents: FLUFF, domestic things, ✨revalations✨, drinking (duh), getting drunk (duh pt 2), hangovers (duh pt 3), yn and hobi being wholesome uwu, people teasing the shit out of them, someone caught the feels 👀💕💖💞, not necessarily accurate (i mixed up a lot of versions and made up some shit), a bit historical?? idk anymore, Greek Mythology AU pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Inspired by Dionysus and Ariadne

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A/N: I forgot to release a teaser for this lmao but here's part two! hAVE FLUFF BC THE LAST PART IS GONNA BE A ROLLERCOASTER MWAHAHAHA I won't hold you guys back for long 💖 hope you guys enjoyed this! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Stay tuned for the last part next week!~

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿 ◁ || ▷ 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽

If you must admit, it’s not so bad to be in the company of the trickster stranger and his spotted beast.

In the weeks that followed, the two of them had helped you make a home for yourself, especially as the quiet decay of nature marks the eventual coming of full autumn and winter. Upon finding a little cave near the beach, you have since made turns fortifying it against nature and wild animals. Neither of you were good carpenters, but it was surely an adventure attempting to build makeshift furniture and decor. It cannot compare to the palace you grew up in, but you find yourself not minding the clutter and mess.

(There exists traces of them both around your little cave—fruits and fishes that Hoseok brings with him in his visits for you to eat, that wolf pelt cloak he let you keep, a makeshift bed on the ground for Agrios to lay on, three sets of wooden plates that you and Hoseok tried your hand at crafting.)

Though he no longer has practical reasons to do so—what with you somewhat now settled well in this corner of the island—Hoseok still visits you in your cave, at times, bringing Agrios with him. Sometimes it's a walk along the beach, other times it’s some random trinket he wanted to give you, but most times it’s endless idle chatting.

“I’m beginning to think I’ve seen that face of yours before,” you muse to him one day as the two of you sit on a blanket by the beach, watching the sun set. Next to you, Agrios naps with his tail swinging leisurely against your arm. The seabreeze blows fresh against your face, as you take in the timeless view.

Today’s a beautiful day, you think. Especially with good company.

Beside you, Hoseok seemed surprised himself. “You have?” he murmurs at your sudden thought, but his eyes soon twinkle. “And where might have you seen my dashing looks, princess?”

(He knows of your true identity by now—of your being a princess on the run for a treason committed—and has sworn to not tell a soul of your whereabouts to anyone, but something tells you he calls you princess simply to tease.) 

You roll your eyes at his smug expression. “I said ‘I think’, did I not?” you huff, gently running your hand through Agrios’ fur and earning purrs of approval from the beast. “It may have been in one of the palace celebrations, I’m not really sure, but I think I’ve already heard of that boisterous laugh of yours.”

Memories of your time in Crete have become so distant the more you spend your time here. Though a part of you doesn't really mind, you are sometimes reminded of certain moments, and recently, a vague sensation rings through your head of a time where you may or may not have caught a glimpse of him.

“Well,” Hoseok muses with a shrug, catching you off guard. “You might be correct on that one.”

You didn’t quite think your assumption was true. “Oh?” you ask, a surprise now putting you in his initial position. “How so?”

Hoseok eases back, looking at the sky as if it would make him remember previous events more. “I have been to Crete before during my travels,” he hums, tapping his chin as he thought, “though I was most likely drunk off my wits, I think I can recall being in Crete around five summers ago.”

Your eyes are rounded in shock as the notion jogs your memory.

You recall sneaking out of your room, only to see chaos in the palace grounds because your older brother perched himself atop the statue of a stallion in the gardens and slurring nonsense. “Were you the one that got Catreus drunk senseless?” you gasped, scandalized but also very much amused remembering the utter mess your usually stoic and uptight brother had turned into.

Had he been there to spread the influence of his god?

It takes him a minute, but Hoseok seems to remember pulling such a stunt on a young man he came across in the garden, what with the proud grin that takes over his lips. “He seemed to need it,” he shrugs, devilish as he then goes to nudge you. “So do you.”

Though the thought of wine yet again tempts you, you go pale for a moment at the thought of the embarrassing chaos he’ll get you into if you get drunk in his presence. “I refuse to drink anything that comes from the likes of you,” you claim, a laugh leaving your lips nonetheless.

Hoseok drapes an arm over your shoulder, leaning some of his weight on you as he does. “Once you set your soul free,” he mischievously tells you, “you’ll know how fun these sorts of adventures can be.”

Pushing him off of you with a playful squint, you cross your arms. “Nonsense,” you playfully retorted, “one of us has to be the serious one around here, don’t we?”

A dramatic gasp comes to you as a response, along with a poke to the side that makes you giggle. The young man soon throws his full weight all over you, sending you both laying back onto the sand with an ‘oof!’ from your end.

Hoseok simply continues his dramatics. “You wound me, (Y/N)!” he cried, “how could you?”

Your laugh merrily fills the air as Hoseok feigns limp against you, playing to be slain by your words. His upper half intersects over your stomach, forcing you to lay on your back. “Get off of me, you oaf,” you half-heartedly whine as you try and wriggle your way out of his grasp.

His black tresses tickle your arm as he shakes his head. “No,” he childishly insists, as you turn your attention to his old companion for some help. The spotted beast simply stares back in disdain, as if the two of you were rowdy children he was tasked to watch over.

“Agrios,” you call out for the leopard in the midst of your struggle, “help me here, won’t you?”

A second or two passes before the beast trudges forth to nudge at Hoseok’s head, signaling him to get off of you. “You’re such a traitor, Agrios,” Hoseok grumbles, nonetheless shifting his weight a little, so that the only weight on you would be his head resting against your stomach. “No fun, at all.”

A breathless chuckle leaves your lips as you relent with where he settled with, the two of you now staring at the clouds overhead. A comfortable silence settles between you both, but your mind ruins it soon enough.

All so suddenly, you come to think of how different you and Hoseok are—of how you pale in comparison to him. The way he grins and laughs about his adventures brews a conscious jealousy in you. His experiences have made him so happy and carefree—something you wish to be, if it were only that easy.

“Having fun isn’t good,” you murmur underneath your breath—a reminder reigning yourself in. You’ll get ahead of yourself again and get yourself hurt for the umpteenth time.

Suddenly, Hoseok straightened from his laidback bearing, and gawked at you. Sitting up along with him, you realized he had heard you, and, to your shock, he almost looked offended by your statement. “What makes you think so?” he questioned, somewhere in between confused and concerned.

Feeling embarrassed at the realization you’ve said such a thing aloud, you turned your eyes towards the sea as the waves rushed to kiss the sand. “Not to disparage you, Hoseok, but,” you bit your lip as you struggled to put your thoughts into words. “I simply am not one for merrymakings.”

You feel Hoseok shift next to you. From the corner of your eyes, you see him lean over to get a good look at you. His face bared no hint of the anger you expected from him. He, instead, was simply just interested in knowing the reason as to why a person such as yourself wouldn’t be fond of parties. “Again,” he manages a chuckle, “May I ask why?”

Your life was a stark contrast to his colorful escapades. A part of you wanted to have the hunger he has for having fun and wreaking havoc, but in your bones was the foreign princess raised to be obedient and compliant. “I’m not fit for it like you are, Hoseok,” you tell him, “I’m quiet and unfun—”

“Well—”

“—I’ve never even been to a lot of parties,” you cut any of his rebuttals out. “It’s why I don’t have fun in the ones I do attend.”

Hoseok blinks—once, twice—his head taking in your words upon closer inspection. Soon, he jolted to his feet and clapped his hands together in some 'eureka!' moment. “Well that simply cannot do!” he then exclaims with a determined look branding his face.

At his words, your eyebrows furrowed together as you cast a glance at the leopard beside you for any telling sign of his companion's reaction. “What are you planning?” you questioned Hoseok, your voice swimming with suspicion. (You liked to think you were rightfully being so. The last time you allowed yourself to do something bold, you had gotten yourself stranded on this very island.)

Hoseok opens his arms with a grand gesture, as if you could see what he was envisioning. “We’ll go around the island for celebrations!” he boldly declares. "A festival for Demeter and Persephone will be coming soon! A lot of gatherings are bound to take place!"

The big grin that seized his face unflinchingly remained, tempting you to agree with his plans so as to make him happy. Alas, your mind demanded to see reason. Your arms crossed as you defiantly questioned him. “Not possible. I'll be seen by the townsfolk if we do such a thing,” you countered, gesturing to yourself. “I'm a fugitive, remember?”

Hoseok grins still, so bright that it rivals the sun itself. “That is not a problem at all, my dear,” he assures you with a wink. “You have me.”

Your heart swells but your mind scoffs. “That’s hardly any consolation,” you lightly grimace as you idly run a hand through Agrios' fur, thinking of the shenaniganry Hoseok pulls and will pull.

Hoseok, ever brazen, doesn't, at all, seem to take offense in your honest doubt. "Hush now," he all but tuts before beckoning you to follow him. "Come with me, dearest (Y/N)!~"

Your friend stands there, a few feet away from you, waiting so excitedly that a traitorous part of you has already started to give in to his ideas. "Hoseok…" you sigh as you stand on your feet, Agrios following suit. "I really don't think it'd be a good idea for me to be anywhere else…"

For a moment, Hoseok turns somber, taking a step towards you to hold you by the shoulders. "It'll be alright," he assures you, voice as comforting as the squeeze he gives you. "I'll be there and we'll have fun. You don't have to drink if you'd like, but there'll be a feast. I'm sure you'd like to eat something else other than fish and fruits for a change."

A smile is nearly coaxed out of you at the thought.

It took a hint of that intrigue and a second for Hoseok's excited grin to resurface. "There'll be music, storytelling, dancing—it'll be grand!" he says, circling you as he excitedly lists off some ideas off his head. "We can all don on masks if you truly want to keep your identity secret, though I truly doubt anyone would care."

That traitorous part of you grows ever curious the more those gorgeous eyes of his sparkle with delight.

Hoseok half-heartedly rests his hand upon his heart as he lays the last of his assurances. "I'll lead you out of it if it ever gets too much for you. You needn't worry."

At this point, your mind is scrambling for an excuse to keep itself atop your reckless urge for such pleasures. Stay hidden!—your paranoia screeches, thrashing about and clinging onto any bit of sense it could grab ahold of.

Yet, you sigh and sink into the abyss. "You're a man of many words," you tell him as you nonetheless let your arms be linked with his.

The hint of your surrender writes satisfaction all over Hoseok's face. "I intend to keep them," he then croons, hips coyly nudging yours as the three of you make your way out of the beachline. "You'll have the time of your life, I promise."

Hoseok was surprisingly diligent when he wanted to, eagerly at your door (cave?) and ushering you awake in the early hours of the morrow. "Time to rise and shine! I have a lot planned for you today!" he gleefully rips away your bedding and, in spite of your half-awake protests, you are carried out of your abode over the shoulder of your dearest menace.

Eyelids heavier still, you could hardly figure out what on earth your friend was up to. By some degree of capability, you resorted to grasping at whatever slumber was left in you as Hoseok carried you to gods know where.

"Still sleeping, princess?"

You only grunt in response.

In hindsight, you should've been more attentive—should've heard the sound of running water and pulled yourself out of a sleepy haze then and there. Maybe then, you wouldn't have suffered the heart attack of having your legs plunged into cold waters out of nowhere. "Hoseok!" you screech as you jump back into his hold, suddenly very much awake.

Miraculously, he doesn't lose his balance, saving the both of you from instant, wet damnation. "Good morning," the menace grins as he sets you down once again—this time gentler as you become more aware of where he had taken you.

It was another cavern—one larger and more open than the one you made your home. The sunlight peaks through a sizable gap between the rocks above, allowing it to grace a little light inside. In the middle of the cave was a pool, one that likely has a tunnel beneath that leads to the sea outside, considering the faint sound of crashing waves in the distance reaching your ears.

"It's beautiful," you say with barely any thought as you gather the ends of your dress while you peer at the crystal clear water that reaches just below your knees. You stand on somewhat smooth stone, painstakingly carved by the sea through millions of years. It's beautiful.

"It is, isn't it?" Hoseok thoughtfully hums beside you.

Alas, you must put a hold on marvelling at the scenery to kick some water his way. "What did you dip me in here for then?" you grumble and glare—a chance to question why he dragged you out so early in the day for his antics.

Hoseok gasps, scandalized by your stunt in exaggeration. You paid his dramatics no heed, arms by your hips as you continued to squint until he gave you his answers. "I simply wanted to show you this haven of mine!"

You agreeably hum, understanding well how this makes a fine little hideout, but still. You try and pry more out of him, your questioning gaze not dropping.

As you suspected, the mischief returns to Hoseok's face. "That, and the fact that this is where my plans for the day will first take shape."

Taken aback, your arms fall to your sides. "What?"

He all but clapped his hands, gesturing grandly. "You can come out now, ladies," he calls out, his voice lightly echoing back at him.

From the gap above the cavern, two figures came flying in. They gracefully circle you both, and all you could do is gawk.

You could hardly believe your eyes. "Nymphs? How—"

"I have my ways," Hoseok gloats, beaming proudly as your wide eyes follow the nymphs who gave you amicable smiles. You turn back towards him, still incredulous.

"What's that supposed to m—"

There was no one there. That sneaky bastard. Where did he—

"My lady?"

You look back and see the nymphs excitedly awaiting your next move. "I'm (Y/N)," you bashfully say with a little courtesy, earning a delighted laugh from the two of them.

"We know," said the one with the dress adorned with pink and purple petals, her kind green eyes disappearing from her smile. "I'm Alenka," she says, she and the other nymph mirroring your courtesy from earlier.

"I'm Aldora," the more timid of the pair then said, dressed in blue as light as the sky sparkling like scales when the sunlight hit them.

Why would they waste their time here?

Unable to withstand your curiosity any longer, you ask the two beauties. "I'm so sorry," you shyly grimace, "but what exactly did my friend put you up to?"

For a moment, the two exchange a look of shock and intrigue at your words. Alenka speaks to answer your question. "We're here to help you get ready for the festival of course!" she tells you as Aldora nods along. "His hi—Hoseok, asked us to make you the prettiest we possibly can."

Her slip of the tongue doesn't escape you, but at the moment, the notion of your bare body being seen makes you fluster. "I can bathe by myself," you were quick to stammer out. "You needn't worry about that part."

Though hesitant, the two of them eventually nod. "We'll wait for you outside, Lady (Y/N)," Aldora says with the ghost of a smile. "Call for us when you're finished."

A nod from you and you're left to your own devices, water lapping at the ends of your dress as you stand idly. With a sigh, you reach to unravel your dress and shiver as you take a step deeper into the pool, deep enough for the water to rest at your collarbones. 

Best to get this over with. Wouldn't want to keep the nymphs waiting…

The silence allows your thoughts to voice themselves to you, and with no one else to keep you company, you find yourself entertaining them. What Hoseok has planned for the day, you have no idea, but it seems more questions than answers reveal themselves before you.

How did he manage to make contact with nymphs and make them serve you, no less?

What lies behind their behavior at the mention of Hoseok?

Why on earth is there so much effort for a damn party?

Hoseok had a bizarre flair to him, one that reeked of chaos and mischief, but your mind itches to know how on Earth he's managed to pull all of his stunts. Followers of Dionysus would be fond of parties—that you anticipated much—but you never thought they'd be able to get the willing participation of nymphs.

From what you've heard, nymphs often prefer the company of their own kin—too many mortals having tried to take their sisters as brides to not meet with other kinds without caution. Outside of that, they'd be in the company of heroes and demigods—even the gods themselves, too.

You freeze out of your own making, almost choking on air.

Does this mean Hoseok is something akin to the likes of those?

Heart racing, you try and put the pieces together.

He doesn't seem to carry himself as a hero—you've seen first hand what one is like.

Would he be a demigod then? Or a lover of a god?

Such were the likeliest of cases, you thought to yourself, but then you harken to the nymphs' behavior—their courteousness, their eagerness to serve, Alenka's slip of the tongue…

What could it have been?

His hi… his highness?

Your fingers pull to free your lips from your teeth, only to have them be chewed at.

Is Hoseok royalty then? What else would 'his highness' impl—no, it can't be…

Becoming a melting pot of emotions nearly turns you crazy, heart racing and unsure of what to do. "Enough," you tell yourself this with a staggering breath, pushing the questions over Hoseok's nature down the recesses of your mind. "Just bathe and meet with the nymphs, (Y/N). Just bathe."

Hoseok can be patient when he wants to, especially for something as near and dear to his heart as this. His unruly dark locks were combed, for once, and swept away from his face. He was dressed in his finest tunic that was a deep wine red with golden thread embroidery around the hem. Not that he needed it, but he also brought along a fur cloak in case the winds decided to blow colder.

Waiting an hour or so was a battlefield of boredom he was willing to march through, slicing through the drawn out hands of time by idly talking with Agrios or going through his plans for the day for the umpteenth time.

In time, he got the just rewards he was waiting for.

“Hoseok?”

There you come in, walking towards the edge of the treeline where he and Agrios waited. Hours of biding his time for this, and all he does is gawk. The sunlight, ever the blessing in his life, has allowed him to take the sight of you in. 

The nymphs had dressed you in a gown of deep red that turned purple in some trick of the eye, flowing gracefully where the wind willed it to. The fabric fittingly wrapped around your frame, the neckline dipping to show just the right amount of your decolletage and give space for the necklace he gave them to put on you. Flowers of the same colors were braided into your hair as the rest of your locks were kept to fall behind you, leaving only gentle curls to frame your face.

There was a stupid grin that seized control over his lips. All good things do come to those who wait.

A shy smile rests on your berry-stained lips, nervously chewed on by your teeth as you await his response. The sheer burgundy shawl that was draped over your shoulders also gave itself to be fiddled with by your fingers.

Agrios nudges his calf to knock him out of his stupor. “Is the first of your plans successful enough?” you try and jest upon seeing him break out of his trance, head tilted to the side in what Hoseok could tell was both teasing yet genuinely asking.

Having recovered enough sobriety, Hoseok opens his arms to welcome you. “Very much so,” he muses, as he offers an arm for you to take. A shiver of delight runs down his spine as you take his invitation and link your arm with his as your other hand gathers the ends of your skirt when the three of you begin to walk through the forest. "You look beautiful, princess," he gladly says, voice soft in spite of him mischievously leaning close to nudge your side.

Hoseok's compliment goes responseless, but the telling reddened ears and cheeks you bore was enough to satiate the pleasures he was fishing for. “Where to then?” you instead ask him, looking around at the trees and trying to familiarize yourself with this side of the forest. “Or will that have to be a secret too?”

A chuckle escaped his lips as you came back to look at him with a quirked brow. “I’m afraid so, princess,” Hoseok teasingly lilts, “but if I must admit, seeing as the first of the plan went well, I have gained high hopes for the next one.”

You reply with a mere hum, but your curiosity doesn’t elude Hoseok and it all the more leaves him giddy to see your reaction to the rest of his plans for the day. 

Sunlight through trees left a pattern of light dancing across your skin, one that constantly tempted him to steal glances your way. Idle conversation flows between you both with Hoseok being in the middle of telling you the time Silenus, the one who raised him, got so knackered from wine that he went missing for a couple of days and Hoseok had to look everywhere for him.

However much of a chatterbox he may be, Hoseok wasn’t one to keep on talking if his company wasn't at all present with him. He looks at you, furrowed brows and all, clearly thinking of something else. “Is something the matter?” he asks with a light tug of the arm linked with yours.

For a moment, you were startled, looking up at him with your cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “It’s nothing,” you tell him, but he insists.

“Nonsense,” he says, circling around you to hold both of your hands in his as he continues to walk backwards. “It matters if it’s clearly occupying your mind.”

Your furrowed brows persist in your worry of him and his reckless abandon. “It’s silly, Hoseok,” you tell him with a shake of your head, trying to stop him from walking like this.

Hoseok obliges your silent request, opting to stand there before you and idly swing your arms together. Agrios, too, stopping to look at you both. “Try me,” the man before you daringly grins.

Berry-stained lips draw into a pout as you think of his challenge. There is much hesitation in your eyes, stirring more grounds within him for actual concern. Hoseok waits patiently for you to find the courage to tell him what plagues you. For a while, nothing but the faint rushing of a creek nearby filled the air.

"You're not human, are you?"

The swinging hands come to a halt and his very being froze all over. "What?" he all but says, truly not expecting such a question out of you. To know that the very answer of it will upset you dreads him even more, but he decides to conceal any more of what could give himself away and wait for you to elaborate further.

"All of this," you say as your fingers slip from his grasp—a warmth which he instantly misses—and you gesture to yourself. "All of what you've been doing for me. They are not what mere mortals can accomplish."

Hoseok wields his casual and careless shrug. "I have my ways—"

Alas, you were ready with your own points all along. "My wounds were healed in an instant because of you," you say, showing him the skin he had asked his half-brother, Yoongi, to heal.

"Yes, but that wasn't exactly me," he reasons with a nervous chuckle. A half-truth.

You go on to gesture at his leopard. "You tamed a beast like Agrios."

"I raised him!" Hoseok exasperatedly claims, looking at Agrios expectantly as if the beast could speak to confirm support of him. Another half-truth.

Still, you were stubborn. "And you've even called upon nymphs to dress me."

A damning choice, he agrees, but one he still carries to his defense. "They owed me a favor," he says, shrugging it off. And another half-truth.

Guilt bubbles within him as he continues his deceit of you. It’s in good intentions, he tells himself. "These things hardly warrant an interrogation like this, princess," he tells you, almost pleading, really. "I'm simply being a man of my word."

Alas, you could see through him—through the way he couldn't meet your eyes for too long, through the way he was overly sweeping the topic under the rug.

"And a liar," you retort, crossing your arms as you point a finger accusingly. "You're keeping something from me. Are we not friends enough for me to deserve the truth of who you are?"

Such a tone of hurt was an unfair spear to use against him and his heart. "No," he sighs, turning away from you to run a hand through his hair. "I simply think it's of no importance, alright?"

You inch just a tad bit closer—mayhaps you were dreading this too. "It's who you are," you say, ever insistent but in a gentler manner. "Of course it would be important to me."

The wine god nearly buckles, tired with the charades anyways, but every time he’s reminded of your fear of the gods, he’s reminded of why he’s hidden this truth to you in the first place. Hoseok would never want you to look at him that way—that rigid formality and careful walking on eggshells. 

"Are you a demigod?" you continue to ask, resorting to listing off prompts of what you suspected. "A god?"

Hoseok curses the way he knocked out of his stupor upon hearing that word—at how it instantly pulled the truth to light, and at how it earned him a shocked gasp from you.

"You are…"

The moment he raised his gaze to yours, he saw the panic flashing in your eyes. With what he had known of you, you were likely frantic of possibly offending or disrespecting a god. Even if you were a bit snarky at times, Hoseok really didn't mind—hardly felt irked at all. He had long understood that there were personal reasons with which your walls were built on.

"(Y/N)—"

Your instincts urge you to take a step back—keep a respectful distance between you both! He's a god!—but you root yourself to your spot. "Who?" you manage to ask, voice trembling and barely above a whisper.

No. No. No.

The confidence he’s been wielding all but escapes his grasp the moment he needed it to cool his nerves. It’s all falling apart. "(Y/N)..." Hoseok says, though his words fall short of anything else. 

"Please," your voice pulls him back to you. "Tell me who you are."

Despair fills him as he realizes this has passed a point of denying, the last of his chances at redemption only being him finally telling you the truth. "Dionysus," he says, a name that’s become so foreign in your light. "I'm Dionysus."

Shock befalls you even more, your mind reeling to take the truth in.

The thought of it had existed in your mind, but you were still not prepared for it to have been the truth. You had figured there must've been something different about Hoseok, but to think the endearing menace you've been bickering with was a god all along.

“Is that really the truth?”

The wine god lightly scoffs. "No one would dare lie about such a thing," he says what you both know aloud. No mortal would dare to, lest they intend to be struck down by the gods for their fraudulence on purpose.

Tentatively reaching forth, certain relief passes through him when you let him take your hands into his, and form them into a cupping motion. He anticipates your reaction as he fills your palms with wine out of thin air, watching the way your breath hitches at the sensation in your hands.

Hoseok finds himself grasping at straws. He’s no mighty god of Olympus—just another child of his father, born with divinity more than some heroic brute strength like the rest of Zeus’ bastards. He was just a relatively unknown god cast away from the pantheon because his divinity wasn’t worthy enough to grant him a place there and cast away by many mortals for representing insanity and lack of control.

Perhaps, that would be enough to satiate your worries—enough to make you let him stay.

Rivulets of wine drip from the crevices of your fingers, emptying from your grasp just as Hoseok attempts to empty out his heart. “I’m no great god. Just one that fancies wine and shenanigans,” he weakly jests to you, leaving no room for any of your upcoming protests as he gets to his main point. “I’d like it very much if I remained as Hoseok to you.”

It was almost hilarious to see you more upset and frantic about all of this than he was. “I can’t possibly just—”

“It wouldn’t be any different from before,” he told you so carelessly that you would’ve thought him a fibbing mortal had it not been for what you’ve seen him capable of doing.

You look at him, incredulous still. 

“You’re a god,” you remind him, fumbling with your wine-stained hands as you willed yourself to not lean any more into his warmth. He’s the god of wine—naturally bound to be more chaotic than others, but he was a god, nonetheless. Surely, there must be lines that a mortal like you cannot cross.

The wine god shook his head. Here on this island—with you—he was free to be no one else but himself. “I’m Hoseok,” he ardently insists, “I’m your friend.” 

Your silence from a loss for words he took as hesitation that needed more assurance. "No curse or anything of that sort will come upon you," he reassures. "If you had done me any great offense, I would've already done something about it before."

The thought of yet another divine curse plaguing your life sends shivers down your spine, but the better part of you knows he tells the truth. He may be a god, but this was the same man who passionately guided you through making wine, regaled you with his travels, and encouraged you to share your mundane palace life.

This was the same man who you’ve bickered with to and fro, rough-housed with more times than you could count, and bemoaned about tackling you in hugs.

Gods! This was the same man who saved you from the beach, helped you make a home for yourself, and have nymphs dress you for some merry-making he had planned out for you.

He is Hoseok—always will be Hoseok to you, no matter how hard you can try to deny yourself otherwise and paint him in the divinity all the gods have. This notion elates yet dreads you all the same.

What will become of you?

Compared to him, you were a mere mortal—a princess, yes, but a princess on the run.

You are feeble—easily hurt, easily damaged, easily slain. If he or any of the gods so pleases, your life could be over in an instant for mere amusement. Will you be cursed like your mother? Will your life be taken for angering a god?

Perhaps, what truly terrifies you is that you are nothing—no hero, no favored child, nor a wife to one. No one knows where you are. No one would know what becomes of you. No one would mourn.

You have nothing to your name, even at this very moment. The fabric that's draped over your body, the flowers woven into your hair, and the remnants of wine that drips from your fingertips—all of them were courtesy of Hoseok; of the wine god, Dionysus.

In a brighter light, you suppose this might just be your new purpose in life—to be in his company, not simply because he was a god, but because he himself had done you great favors and changed your life for the better. Fear mustn't take hold on the foundation of what you and Hoseok have built, because it shouldn't have any foundation for itself in the first place.

Hoseok has nothing to gain from a runaway princess like you, and yet here he was, afraid of what will change with the truth. A god begging a mortal—what on Earth have you done?

You turn your back to the wine god, walking towards the creek to carefully crouch and wash your hands anew—free of the stains the wine left on you. The fresh start to your bond with the no-great-god friend of yours begins here and now.

A soft nudge to your arm demands your attention—Agrios, as it turns out, softly noses your side, eventually willing you to pet him in assurance. Right. You, too, have gotten used to the spotted beast, one of the many things that made Hoseok so bizarre. 

Behind you awaits the young man—young god—so tensely eyeing your every move, heart racing a mile a minute. His lip might as well bleed with ichor from how hard he bites it. However, the moment you come back to face him with a smile on your lips, Hoseok felt he could breathe again.

“Well," you gingerly begin, feet taking steps towards him and stopping at an arm's length. "What are we going to do now, Hoseok?”

You still worry, he notes, remnants of your hesitation bleed in the way you anticipate his next move. Nonetheless, warmth begins to bloom in his heart once more, hearing his true name from your lips a bliss to bask in.

“Follow me,” he warmly invites, opening a hand for you to take. The plan may have gone through drastic changes, but it's salvageable, he thinks—he hopes. At the very least he wouldn't have to hide the strings he intended to pull.

A moment passes and an outbreath escapes your lips. You take his hand once again, unsure of where he’d take you.

As it turns out, Hoseok planned to take you to the nearest town. There were a lot of people, their distant chattering and regaling was loud to you in spite of the distance. The town is more colorful than you had thought, a celebration clearly happening—a harvest festival in honor of Demeter and Persephone, just as Hoseok had told you.

Still, that doesn't explain everything.

In an instant, you drape the shawl overhead and shrink into the obscurity of the forest, hoping it would mask your identity. "Hoseok, what is the meaning of this?" you squeak in a panic, stepping back into the treeline where Agrios remained. The wine god, on the other hand, excitedly steps out towards the festivities and waits for you to join him. "I told you," the man sweetly beams, walking back to you to place an assuring squeeze on your shoulders. "We're here to have fun."

The fabric atop your head slips away at Hoseok's will, his careful touch tingling against your skin. "Let's not hide such beauty, hm?" He coyly chastises, earning a nudge to the rib and an eye roll from you. His laugh comes out stifled, looking down at you still amused.

"Insufferable," you half-heartedly grumble under your breath as you dare to walk into the paved road that led to the town, tightly gripping Hoseok's arm in some attempt to soothe your nerves.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

The two of you have been having your fair share of escapades all day—spectating games and sports, sneaking around to watch the enactment of Persephone's abduction, going around stalls of food—and a big grin takes its place on your lips, delighting the wine god. Throughout all of that, however, you were constantly moving and fairly hidden amongst the crowd, which is why the next of his plans earned yet another skeptic frown from you.

The night had fallen and as the wind became chillier, Hoseok had draped his fur cloak over you, laughing as it swallowed you whole. The three of you—Agrios having his own fun time strolling about in the forest while you and Hoseok were in town—walked into the forest, and to your surprise, Hoseok had brought you to a clearing in the woods, with many people, a small feast, and a bonfire—another gathering.

And so here you were, standing at the outskirts of the merrymaking and clutching Hoseok's fur cloak around you tighter, unsure and hesitant as always. Jolly music fills the air as you follow Hoseok's figure going around. He holds a goblet in one hand as the other animatedly moves along with his dramatic gestures.

"Have fun!" he had urged you earlier before he greeted the welcoming crowd, introducing you to some of them as his good friend—but, in spite of assuring him you would, "have fun" you did not.

Disappointment of yourself clashes with the paranoia gnawing away at your brain. When you two were in town earlier, you were constantly moving from one place to the next, and so, for you, the chances of getting discovered would've been slim then. You feel bad for wasting part of Hoseok's plan, but at the same time, you fear lingering among the crowd for too long and leaving an impression on them enough to recognize you as the runaway princess of Crete.

"I thought you were a giant bush for a moment."

You jolt at the sound of the wine god's voice, but soon grumble when you process his words. Hoseok stands there with an amicable grin, still nursing a goblet of wine. You, on the other hand, had been cocooning yourself in his cloak like it'd make you disappear from this place. "You take your cloak then," you snippily say, shrugging the mass of fur off only to earn yourself a chuckle from the wine god.

Hoseok shakes his head, hands guiding the cloak back over your shoulders before he goes to assess your expression. "Shall we get you home?" he kindly asks, and it makes you feel worse, because you didn’t quite know what you wanted.

"No! I—"

The wine god's brows raise at your hesitation to leave, brows knitted together in your torn sentiments while a frown rests on your lips. Hoseok resides himself to stand closer next to you and wait for you to compose yourself. "What troubles you, hm?" he asks, the thumb of his free hand easing the crease between your brows.

With a sigh, you look towards the merrymaking, the beginnings of envy blooming from within you. "I'd really hate for this to go awry in the end," you admit to him, "in case someone from here recognizes me."

Hoseok tuts, half-heartedly shaking his head. "Look at them," he tells you, gesturing to the crowd before you both. "They're all lost in their own worlds."

All around you were people lost in the music of the bard, dancing and drinking to their heart's content. "No one here knows who you are right now, princess," Hoseok urged like a demon on your shoulder—all in good intentions, of course. "What else is there to hold you back?"

You can't help but digest his words from where you stand.

You were forcibly shaped into the mold of a perfect, obedient princess for your kingdom. You were a scapegoat. You were a tool. 

Then, you became an accomplice to a murder, an enemy on the runfrom your own kingdom, and a forsaken bride, too.

And now… Now what?

You have nothing but yourself to your name—no more titles, no more labyrinths needing sacrifices, and no more promised marriages. You are no one in this sea of strangers—of people looking to festivities to forget their troubles.

Dare you say it, Hoseok is right.

What need did you have to be who you were before?

A wave of spirit emboldens you to take hold of the goblet Hoseok was about to put to his lips, your fingers grasping his wrist to guide the drink in his hand to your mouth. Gulp after gulp, you down the whole chalice before a wide-eyed wine god, shivering a little at the foreign taste you've subjected your palate to. You've never tasted wine quite like Hoseok's before.

You finally turn your attention to your dear friend, somewhere between coy and sheepish. "Dance with me?" you ask, taking a hold of his other hand.

Such words pull Hoseok back to the waking world. He grins as his finger wipes at the corner of your mouth. "I'd be delighted to," he merrily muses, letting you drag him into the circle gathering around the bonfire.

Around you, people cheer, welcoming the both of you to the joyous dance.

The party's just begun.

Many often get themselves into trouble when drunk, their inhibitions set loose by the wine pumping in their veins. It loosens lips and control—reveals one's nature in some shape or form—which was why Hoseok adored the unpredictable madness of it all.

He's seen the many ways people behave when under the influence of his creation, and many were like you, who have the drink open the heart and unleash rivers of tears.

First, you had just been humming—a folk song from Crete, if he understood your garbled notes correctly—but then you had started nuzzling your head into his neck. The motion tickles him, makes him chuckle, but it was the sound of sniffling that followed that made him stop in his tracks.

See, by now he had been carrying you in his arms back to your little cavern, the stench of wine mixed with your floral scent hitting his nostrils. The wine god, for once, had controlled his drinking to ensure he could get you home safely. With your arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried into the crook of it, however, it was easier to hear your crying—easier to feel the wetness of your tears on his skin.

"Why the tears, princess?" He dares to ask, continuing his trek.

This was followed by a tighter hold, and another sniffle. "'m nothing without you," you all but whimper, voice small and meek but enough to grab his heart by the neck and squeeze it.

Hoseok tuts, chastising you like a child in the hopes you would hear it and scold him about that instead. "Nonsense, princess," he says, "That's not true at al—"

"'Tis true!" you whine and insist, shaking him by the shoulders as if it'd knock sense into him. It almost makes him laugh—had it not been for your next (drunken) choice of words. "I'd be dead by now."

Hoseok's frown was instant, but he waited for the rest of your words to pour in, walking down a path he’s gotten so familiar with in the past few weeks. The wine god doesn’t quite know if he’d want to hear this or not—if he’s worthy enough to hear it.

Nonetheless, he’s subjected to hearing it anyway. "Would'a gotten myself killed," you blubber, tears endless as you whimper, "but now I have wine, and a cave, and a pretty dress!"

Part of Hoseok beams with pride to have been able to bring such things into your life, to know that you found joy in the chaotic moments you’ve trudged through together, but a part of him also boils in a flurry of heartache and rage to have heard of this from you. Something in Hoseok burns. 

The two of you arrive at your cave, the wine god intending to lay you down on your bed before lighting a fire to keep you warm through the night. Alas, your arms around his neck don’t let go, forcing him to hover over you with his hands on either side of you to keep himself up. “(Y/N),” Hoseok quietly whispers, one hand lightly tapping at your arm and the other guiding the back of your head. “We’re home.”

A hum comes to him as a response, you shifting only to press a sloppy, barely there kiss on the corner of his lips, catching the wine god off his guard. “Hobi?” your lips move against his skin as you speak, sending his very being ablaze all the same.

Hobi? The wine god thinks to himself in confusion. Is that meant to be me?

“Yes?” he dares to respond anyway.

Just as Hoseok thought his mind wouldn’t get any worse, your words strike him through the heart yet again. "You 'n Agrios," you sniff, voice falling softer and softer, "mean so much to me… Don' leave me, alright?"

You pull away from him, noses merely inches apart as you were looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes that shone like gemstones with tears. There's a furrow in your brows as you struggle keeping your consciousness just to wait for his answer.

Hoseok could only smile, mustering the courage to plant a kiss onto your forehead, your worried brows unknitting themselves at the sensation of his wordless assurance. With that, you drift off to Morpheus’ realm, head finally falling back onto your pillow and leaving the wine god alone to his loud, frazzled thoughts.

You mean so much to me, too.

The next morn comes and you awake to an outstanding pounding in your head, a hiss slithering past your lips as you try to recollect yourself. It's a near similar ache to when you woke up at the—no, this is different.

At the very least, this one didn't have the dread and confusion seizing your entire being—just hilarious regret that you, at the same time, don't regret.

As your reason slowly but surely comes back to you, you become aware of a weight in your right hand. With one eye open, you peek around to see the familiar rocky walls of your abode, and looking some more, you see a hand from the bottom of your bed intertwined with yours—a sight that very much wakes you.

Beneath a familiar old fur pelt, you were lying on your side, curled up near the end of the bed much like you would as a child. You muster the strength to lean over, your left arm coming over in front of you to serve as a resting place for your chin as you look at the person attached to the hand in yours.

Hoseok, the wine god and absolute menace, sleeps on the cold, rocky earth next to your bed with nothing but his cloak from last night to give him some sort of cushion. Like you, he slept on his side, curled towards you with a hint of a pout on his lips that almost tempts a giggle out of you.

The sight shocks you, really, and for a few minutes you can't help but stare, unmoving and unknowing of what to do. His touch sends tingles up your arm and all throughout your body. Your headache doesn't do much to help you either.

How does one wake a god that also happens to be their friend?

You settled for a squeeze and a light shake to the hand in your hold, his fingers tightening around your hand little in response. His dark curls, which frame his face and brush over his eyes, tousle as he shifts into consciousness. With a groan, he squints up at you, eyes adjusting as he wakes.

"Morning," you idly greet, the first to speak between you both. "Comfortable?"

It takes a second or two for your lighthearted sarcasm to register in his head, the wine god's hand slipping from yours as he stretches from his place on the floor with a groan, the motion showing you a sliver of his naked chest. "My back hurts," he whines in a mumble as he sits himself up, your eyes following him as he did even as you remain in your position. His voice is deeper, you note, and a bit hoarse.

You can't help the soft laugh that leaves you. "Why'd you sleep on the floor then?"

Still drowsy, Hoseok rubs the sleep from his eyes as he grumbles. "You wouldn't let go of my hand when I tried to leave," he tells you, playfully squinting at you with an accusatory glare as his statement sends a furious blush across your cheeks.

"Oh."

You did what?!

Truth be told, you don't recall much of the night that transpired after you brazenly chose to forgo all your inhibitions and join the fray in the dancing and drinking. What sort of ridiculous things did you get yourself into?!

The wine god watched as a flurry of confusion, mortification, and embarrassment passed through your face in a matter of seconds. A part of him, he must admit, is disappointed you don't remember the words you told him last night on your way home—of the kiss you planted on the corner of his lips that still lingers if he lets his thoughts wander too far.

For his sake and yours, Hoseok directs the conversation forward. "So," he quips, leaning in as if to gossip. "Did you enjoy the merrymaking, princess?"

He watched as a smile instantly made it to your face, one you try and fail to bite back. Your hand reaches to cover your mouth as if it'd fare against the grin that was hurting your cheeks. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had in my life,” you eventually admit, the words as shy yet elated as the giggle that stifles through your lips. You recall the addicting feeling of thrill—the carefree laughter, the silly dancing, and the sweet, sweet wine.

Hoseok's grin is instant, his heart full and beating quickly at the successful fruits of his labor. He is right after all. Happiness looks gorgeous on you. “Oh, look at you, you poor thing,” he jests as he beams. "I told you we would have fun and you wouldn’t believe me!"

You roll your eyes at his teasing, sitting up from the bed. “Here I was,” you jokingly sigh and shake your head, “about to thank you for what you did.”

The wine god crosses his arms over your knees, leaning forward to comically wiggle his brows at you. “I don’t need a thank you,” he coos in a ridiculously suave manner. “Your smile is enough.”

Biting back a grin, you resort to pinching his cheeks. “You’re such a sap,” you tell him, pushing him off your knees and falling back to the sheets as you feel another wave of headache coming to hit you.

Hoseok only grins, lifting himself up to take a seat on the bed next to you. Without much thought, he reaches forth to brush away the stray hairs that flew over your face when you laid back. 

Whether or not you minded his gesture, you don’t make note of it, simply letting a quiet groan past your lips. "My head hurts though," you whine, eyes falling shut. 

"It happens," Hoseok hums, partly apologetic. Mortals get drunk more easily than gods, and you were drinking enough to be slurring confessions to him in the late hours of the night.  

For your sake, the wine god decidedly stands to help you with your hangover, hands brushing down your arms to seize your hands and encourage you to get up along with him. "Fortunately for you," he sings, pulling you up onto your feet—only to have you crash onto his chest. "I know someone who has a remedy for that."

You squint at him, somewhat suspicious, but nonetheless loop your arm around his, heavily leaning against his side as the two of you leave. Anything to gladly get the headache over with.

As it always is with Hoseok, this was another surprise.

(You suppose it’d be best for you to get used to such things, now that Hoseok has revealed his true nature to you. This, undoubtedly, would only be the beginning.)

Someone begrudgingly opens the door to a dwelling carved into the mountain, quite a bit far from your cave which led to Hoseok carrying you on his back halfway through. Peculiarly, faint yet janky music comes from inside, but even more peculiar is the pale man before you.

His presence definitely sobers you just a little bit more. He has the same ethereal, otherworldly glow as Hoseok tends to pose, and yet also different. His golden locks nearly shine in the sunlight—almost as if the sun focused solely on him.

Next to you, however, Hoseok also seems to be taken aback, but his was more so a bewildered shock. "Yoongi?"

Feline eyes that had been drenched with sleepy exhaustion and glaring at Hoseok turned confused and alarmed at the name used to address him. It was only when the stranger's eyes landed a good look at you as you stepped down from the wine god's hold that a flicker of understanding crossed his face. “Got yourself drunk again, hm?” Yoongi then amusingly says, “and with a friend too.”

Hoseok simply grins, so amicable with the stranger that it eases you enough to give him a timid smile and a small bow in greeting. "You seem a little intoxicated yourself," the wine god muses as you bashfully address his friend. "I suppose that means the remedy is at hand already?"

Yoongi simply sighs in defeat and wordlessly invites the two of you in, leaving the door open for Hoseok to guide you inside. The inside is definitely much better than your measly little cave with the house carved deeper into the mountain than you initially thought. Intricately chiseled furniture and decor fill the spaces in between, and before a fireplace lay… a satyr fiddling with a pan flute?

Suddenly, your headache was the last thing on your mind.

"Silenus!" Hoseok's gleeful laughter booms and startles you out of your stupor, watching as the wine god opens his arms wide to the delirious satyr. Silenus, finally registering the wine god's presence, grins and gets up, nearly stumbling over himself.

"My boy, welcome!"

It was only a matter of time before the satyr's eyes landed on you—they twinkle with mischief and amusement.

"Good morning," you could only greet, standing idly.

You couldn't help the fidgeting brought by your awkward and wary nature, doing your best not to rudely stare at the hooves he had for feet. Like the nymphs, you've never seen such creatures in person before, only heard of them from the stories of servants, or from the scholars in the palace who frowned upon the wild and lustful life these beings lived.

"She's the princess," a voice from behind you knowingly informs him. Yoongi, you realize, stands not far from you, leaning against a wall as he watches the whole scene unfold. 

You can't help the startled confusion. How does he know you?

The words, however, do click in Silenus' head. "Ah! The one you've been blabbering about?" he smugly jests with a nudge to Hoseok's side, earning a flustered look of shock from you as he offers you a nod of acknowledgement. "You are a pretty one, if I must say, my lady."

You nearly choke on your own spit. "Thank you," you stammer, as you steal a glance at the wine god next to him. Hoseok speaks of you in such a way?

Hoseok gladly took over the conversation then, not meeting your eyes as a blush came to his cheeks. "Alright, that's enough," he hurriedly grumbles, pulling out one of the nearby chairs of a table as he addresses the blond. "Yoongi, you know well what we're all in need of, yes?"

Silenus simply chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender as Hoseok gently ushers you to sit on the chair. "It's quite fortunate Yoongi here is around for us, aye?" he boisterously laughs, ushering Yoongi to follow him. "Come along, boy. Let us make breakfast, too."

You watch as the old satyr and the pale stranger moves about into the makeshift kitchen of his abode. "He's the one that raised me," Hoseok, next to you, leans in and whispers as he takes his seat at the table. "Don't mind him and his silly teasing. He simply wants to embarrass me."

A hum leaves your lips as you nod, faintly recalling the tale he shared with you yesterday. Silenus took the wine god in as a babe and raised him to be the rambunctious man he is today. You certainly see the resemblance between them action-wise.

In spite of the satyr's sleazy mannerisms and faint stench of wine and ale, you see the hints of his fatherly care in the way he brought out barley bread, cheese, fruits, and leftover meat for breakfast onto the table. He places a kind, grateful pat on Hoseok's back as the wine god lays out plates, and thanks Yoongi when he comes to the table with the remedy you've been hearing so much about.

(Envy festers within you. You were used to a different sort of a father.)

Even in the way he gingerly hands you three your respective wooden chalices, did you feel soft yet numb. "Here you go, princess," Silenus grins at you, "Yoongi's specialty."

"Thank you," you say as you gratefully take the cup from him, still timid as you look over to Hoseok for some guidance on what to do next. With everyone now sat at the table, the wine god simply downs the cup he was given, grimacing a little as he does, but ultimately finishes it all.

Silenus notices your reserved nature. "No need to act stiff, princess," he warmly assures you, "Yoongi here is a skilled healer that works wonders."

The words catch your attention, eyes flitting to the blond next to Silenus who simply acknowledges you with a small nod—just as reserved as you, it seems.

Healer? Is he the one Hoseok asked to heal me?

Nonetheless, you simply give them a bashful smile, finally bringing the cup closer to inspect it. The smell of it is an odd mix of spices and things you can't quite put your finger on, and, frankly, you think it better for you to not know. Brazenly, you bring it to your lips and—finally—drink. Like Hoseok, you wince at the strange concoction, but eventually manage to gulp it down.

Oddly, you do feel a bit better already. You take a sip of some more, eyeing the reclusive blond quietly making himself a sandwich. A skilled healer, hm?

"So," Silenus suddenly claps his hands together, knocking you out of your stupor as the satyr addresses both you and his fostered son. "When are you two getting married?"

You sputter out some of the tonic in your shock, and in panic of that, you almost choke trying to salvage any more of the drinks from falling from your lips. Hoseok, too, panics, handing you a nearby towel to wipe your lips with as he rubs circles onto your back.

"Silenus!"

The blond stranger and the old satyr only laugh and smile.

Silenus turned out to be a cheeky man fond of jokes, teasing, and drinking—one with a booming laughter that you've now known very well to hear and always seen with a smile on that bearded face of his. Perhaps, that is where Hoseok got his mischievous nature from, after all.

Yet, the old geezer also has a penchant for wisdom from his long years—a comfort, really, as his words of optimism do away with your worries the same way Hoseok's does. Silenus also tends to regale with stories, especially that of a young wine god under his care—much to the chagrin of Hoseok, himself.

You find yourself fortunate to have met him, even if it had been under hungover circumstances. 

As with Yoongi—or should you say Apollo?

(The gods have many names, but only one remains precious to them—or so you were told.)

You didn't think you would ever live to witness the presence of two gods, and yet you've dined with the sun god, danced with Hoseok to his music, and passed out drunk with him and the others at some parties. When Hoseok confirmed that it was indeedYoongi who healed you that day, you truly began to ponder whether there was something in your bloodline that gave you and your family such an affinity to gods.

Yoongi was quiet—similar to you, in a way—but brilliant as a god of music and arts like him is meant to be. The harmony he produces is unlike any other, and the words he writes for his verses drip with so much soul and heart that it makes you weep.

He would often complain that Hoseok was often a child he had to look out for, but you knew better than to only see those grumbles and not his genuine fondness for his half-brother's bright, carefree nature.

Hoseok is a stark difference from the rest of the pantheon, he once told you—being a relatively minor deity frees him from the heavy burdens and responsibilities a fully-fledged god is bound to, even if it does deprive him of his full potential to power and prestige.

The sun god continues his visits once in a while, sometimes to drink away his heartache or exhaustion with you, Hoseok, and Silenus, but sometimes to simply idle around the fireplace and bask in the small, hush conversations of travels, memories, and tales.   

You, yourself, have taken to setting loose along with them—making wine with Hoseok and Silenus, attending more gatherings in the woods and towns, meeting Agrios' sisters and brothers, and befriending nymphs, satyrs, and followers alike. Every night leaves you tired yet blissful, while every morn begins with you waking next to the wine god that brought you along these merriments.

Something, too, seems to have changed with Hoseok.

Though you can pretend not to notice, you are not saved from the restless nights you spend lying awake in bed thinking of the wine god’s lingering touches—of how he constantly treads the line between innocent and intimate. Hands on your waist as you two dance, a guiding hand on the small of your back, a passing brush of fingertips to your arms—such instances occupy your thoughts, making your heart skip a beat and leaving your senses to fixate on everything else he does.

Unwavering attention to your talking, a gaze feeling like they linger on your lips.

Fingertips always unconsciously reaching out for yours whenever you’re close by.

Eyes almost instantly searching for yours once you lose one another in the crowd.

You find yourself liking this game, letting him come closer and anticipating the next of his actions, in spite of knowing how easily you can be cast aside by someone like him, a god who can get everything he wants. You indulge in this delusion every once in a while, but ultimately leave it to Hoseok's unpredictable chaos.

As winter approached and the days got colder, however, most of the adrenaline died down as you and Hoseok forgo the gatherings to prepare for the harshest days. Silenus had welcomed you and Hoseok to his home during the season, which was definitely much better for the harsh cold than the cave you and Hoseok tried to make use of. (Though you don’t exactly know why a god like him would want to bear the brunt of winter when he can easily go to Olympus or elsewhere.)

“There.”

Broken away from your reveries, you come to see Hoseok inspecting the thick wool scarf he had wound around you. There’s a concentrated furrow in his brows as he thinks whether the knot was secure or satisfactory enough.

“She won't die so easily in the cold, boy,” Silenus, who had been occupied with cleaning his pan flute, mused from his seat before the fireplace. A giggle escapes your lips as Hoseok half-heartedly rolls his eyes at his mentor’s words.

The two of you plan to gather firewood on your way back after visiting Aldora and Alenka in their part of the woods, and Hoseok insisted on the thick scarf. “It’s better to be safe,” he murmurs under his breath, as you roll your eyes and grab his arm to head out the door, ushering Agrios to follow suit.   

“We’ll be back soon, Silenus!” you bid goodbye, waving warmly as you’re greeted by a cold gust of wind. Your breath forms a faint smoke of air as the icy sensation tickles your exposed skin. At the shiver that seizes you, Hoseok smiles as you bury your face into the thick scarf. “As I’ve told you,” he says as he lingers closer, “you needn’t accompany me.”

Stubborn, you tighten your hold around his arm, playfully glaring up at his smug grin. “And as I’ve told you, I want to go out and see Alenka and Aldora,” you quip, pushing him slightly as you turn your attention to the forest you’ve become accustomed to. The towering trees that had been a canopy of greens and oranges were now barren, their dark bark and branches a stark contrast against the snow and the blue sky.

There are moments where you’ve quietly reflected on the months you’ve been here, on how much things have changed since Theseus le—

Something cold hits the back of your head, a shocked gasp leaving your lips as you whip around to see where on Earth that came from. The culprit, of course, is Hoseok, who was forming balls of snow in his hands. “I’m hurt, princess,” he dramatically sighs despite his eyes glinting with mischief. “Here I thought you wanted to spend time with me.”

You dodge his next snowball in time, wide eyes now squinting at him. “Insufferable,” you grumble, taking a quick duck behind a tree and gathering your own projectile, landing a hit on his shoulder as he was trying to flee for cover. “Aha!”

An unamused leopard stares at the two of you, waiting for the two of you to quit giggling and running around with eyes of judgment. “Agrios, help!” you squeal, squealing as one of Hoseok’s snowballs struck your leg.

“Don’t you dare, traitor!” the wine god immediately retaliates.

You look over your shoulder and see him fully running after you at this point, and just as you are about to strike back, a root ensnares your foot, sending you crashing forth. Arms wound around your waist, pulling you back in time for Hoseok, who caught you at the last minute, to take most of the fall.

The two of you fall on your knees, a grunt and a hiss leaving you both as you recoil from the impact and the cold ground. You look at your companion, his dark curls much more unruly and his tunic and cloak disheveled from all the running you two did. In spite of that, he was looking over at you and assessing your state, adjusting your scarf yet again. “Are you alright?”

Hoseok watched as you started breathlessly chuckling and failing miserably at hiding it. This, however, was a sign to him that you were alright, beginning to smile, himself. “Truce?” he asks, watching as you grin back at him.

Your hands were cold with what remained of your previous snowball as you grabbed at his cheeks, doing well to squeeze it about as he gasps and shrieks at the icy touch. “Truce,” you finally affirm, laughing at his dramatic pout of defeat.

Funnily, even in the chill of the winter morn, all you could feel throughout was warmth.

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿 ◁ || ▷ 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽: @dreamamubarak @unknownwalkingobject @park-jimin-isnt-real

[oftenderweapons]

Hi Dita! I've enjoyed your work for a while. You are so talented! I find your representation of the members to be so real and fascinating. If you are comfortable, I was wondering how you usually go about characterization. Obviously some of the characters in your work are OCs and some are (i'm guessing somewhat) based on real people to a level. How do you decide how you will represent the individuals in BTS in your work? How do you decide on OC characterization?

hello there!

Very glad to go about this more technical ask regarding the writing and characterisation process, I hope it gives you further insight about how I write and how much work goes into each fic.

Okie, here we go! More under the cut

I'm a huge fan of tropes, so usually I find core ideas in fiction (be it written or other media) and often social media give great ideas in terms of prompts that you can develop into fuller plots. Some fics are pure, undiluted romanticisation of daydreams I have in real life, starting from silly things that happen to me (oof, you don't know about best man Jeongguk yet... HEHE)

About characterising the boys

Usually I develop a prompt into a very unstructured plot, and according to the way the male character behaves, I choose the member that is most likely to share the same way of thinking as the male mc. This way, I usually tend to have extremely quiet and thoughtful, introverted boys matched with Yoongi (idol!Yoongi, but also Neon High!Yoongi, and ofc Sugar and Spice!Yoongi); the young, shy and surprisingly bold boys matched with Jeongguk (idol!Jk, and Small Town Swoons!Jk, and also Partition!Jk). Then there's the brooding, very responsible, very committed type, (I'm biased, it's Namjoon, in an ideal world he would be impersonating Mr. Darcy and a dear friend of mine still owes me a Rochester!Namjoon fic, which we're not gonna discuss here because I would rant in English major Jane Eyre obsessed scholar).

I'm a bit less biased towards the others, but I do see Taehyung as the artsy, whimsical, mercurial type; Jimin is more of the trickster brat, who also has an eye for aesthetically pleasing activities. Then there's Hoseok, who's the bright, lighthearted type but also the wildest of cards. And finally Seokjin, the jokester who actually is very serious and responsible and reliable and steady.

I think talking about them like this is quite reductive and stereotypical, and I believe reading a lot (mostly novels, and mostly romance) has really helped me go from a tropey, stereotypical type to an better-rounded, realistic character. I think my duty as a writer is staying true to the very generic vibes the guys give in real life, while also adding extra traits that make the characters into the separate individuals who inhabit my stories. (So yup, it's not impossible, but sort of unlikely that you'll catch a Namjoon who doesn't look for 100% commitment, or a Yoongi who isn't highly emotionally intelligent, or a Jeongguk who isn't just a tad shy and boyish in his ways, not in my fics LOL).

About characterising the OCs

As I wrote above, once I have a rough plot, I know the kind of girl I need to get the job done. The first character that came to me was Vixen, and I do have a special bond with her. I knew from the start idol!Namjoon needed something small, smart as a whip, and sexy as hell. And there she was. Add something that makes her much less independent, that calls to his saviour complex, and you have two ride or die's, forever symbiotic. All the girlfriends are structured similarly.

Kitten is morally grey to the very core, and it's something that resonates with Yoongi's "agust d" personality. Angel has a cuteness that matches Seokjin's, but also vibes well with his sense of humour.

Giggles was a delight to plot. She's the equivalent of J-Hope, with floral patterns and freckles and an extremely caring personality. If Hope World could be a person, it would be Giggles.

Princess matches Jimin's classy, exquisite taste, and works in a fashion magasine, because I've always known they met at a shoot (like, it's canon). Lace needed to be as whimsical as Taehyung is, someone particular, unusual and "vintage" as his aesthetic. Meanwhile, I needed the sweetness, the reliability, the "serendipity" soulmates romance for Jk, and that is Candy.

Other than that, all the girlfriends were created in about two weeks, and after that I started adding more data to their personalities and back stories. I have Pinterest boards for them, Spotify playlists and Excel spreadsheets to keep each of their aesthetics in check, to connect with them and try to shape them more and more accurately. It was surprising when, after two years of writing about them, I met people in real life who looked and talked like them, it made me feel like I'm headed in the right direction about creating realisitc characters.

Same goes with other OC's, especially with some of the Small Town Swoons ladies. And I won't even mention the Three Sugars ladies: I've been working at their aesthetics for one whole week now, so yup... Stuff's coming LOL!

Oh, and imagining the girls' signs and natal charts really helped adding more to their traits!

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Sorry for the super duper long post, I just ranted randomly, but if you have more questions, generic or specific, let me know! I love analysing my writing process 💜 Stay safe bubba, ily✨

[ace-angel-judas]

I need a monster au with the BTS girls

Yuki x Jimin (Trickster x Fairy)

"Stop it,"

The words had Jimin reeling back, confusion contorting on his face as he looked at the pastel pink girl in front of him. Despite her words, she still looked effortlessly innocent.

"Excuse me?" He questioned, eyebrows raised.

"The magic," She spoke with an airy voice, "It won't work but, it's a little annoying,"

"Ah, magic? I wasn't-"

She cut him off, smiling positively, "Your magic doesn't work on me, trickster,"

As she turned away, Jimin caught a glimpse of pointed ears and shimmering skin.

Fairies.

Baillie x Namjoon (Wraith x Prophet)

The library smelt slightly stale, a cold chill to the room as Baillie placed down her coffee. Inheriting this place has a double edged sword at best.

"Are you here?" She asked into the empty space.

A book placed itself down onto the desk in front of her. It was an old version of Little Red Riding Hood, the book covered slightly with dust and fraying at the edges.

"I don't particularly like wolves," Baillie hummed, "Anything else?"

The pen on her desk lifted by itself, writing on the paper beside her.

"Dream about wolves?" It wrote.

She scoffed, sitting down and picking up the book.

Sophia x Taehyung (God x Witch)

The sudden smell of sea water made Sophia perk up, watching as the pup beside her alter perked up as well. She turned to the candles on the window, head tilting slightly.

"Taehyung?" She questioned loudly.

The candles flickered before going out completely, Sophia walking towards the large stone bowl in the middle of the room. The water was rippling before it calmed down again.

"Sophia?"

"Hey," She smiled softly down at the water, gently dipping her hand in it.

"Somethings coming," The deep voice spoke, "The gods are worked up,"

She frowned, "Is someone being selected?"

"I don't know," It spoke, "But I needed to warn you,"

As her brows furrowed together the water went warm, pulling her hand out of the stone bowl.

What was coming?

Jungkook x Arabella (Kistune x Demigod)

"Darliiiiing,"

Arabella rolled her eyes shut as she laid on the field of yellow flowers, the sun shining down on her face. When a shadow loomed over her, she simply waved her hand.

"Move, foxy," She demanded.

"So grumpy," The kitsune laughed and crouched down in front of her, "Baby Belle,"

She sat up, giving him a look before crossing her legs slowly. Glancing at his tails, Arabella questioned.

"How are you going to get your last tail?" Arabella questioned.

Jungkook looked at her before he turned away, trying to sound funny, "Somehow,"

Jin x Rosalie (Vampire x Maiden)

This castle was lavish but it was dark, gloomy. Rosalie couldn't understand, being confined to this place and making it look as miserable as it did.

"You're not scared of me," Jin pointed out as they sat across from each other.

"I'm stuck in here with you," Rosalie stated plainly, "I might as well get to know you,"

"I have killed so many of your kind and you want to get to know me?" He questioned.

Rosalie blinked, "I'm here because the town princess didn't want to be sacrificed so she had me dragged her instead, I'm not exactly liking my own kind at the moment,"

He couldn't help but amused at her fiery nature.

Kyra x Hoseok (Dragon King x Princess)

Putting on a brave face while being terrified had become Kyra's specialty as a woman of the royal family. Even as she was dragged forward in chains, the two dragonkin holding her smirking to themselves.

Her kingdom was confined to the dense forest that surrounded it, threatened by the beasts known as dragonkin.

"I heard they call you the fire of the bow," A voice called out from the throne, "Princess Kyra,"

Kyra glanced up at this being, his hair bright red and a pair of horns curling from his forehead. It was matched with slit eyes and sharp fangs.

He was more handsome that she cared to admit.

"Let me go," Kyra demanded, "My people will come for me,"

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, "Really? Because they've already announced you as dead,"

Estelle x Yoongi (Demon Lord x Human)

"Judging by the language used and the age of the paper, it'd say this scripture is around three hundred years old," Estelle explained, "You have a historical piece on your hands,"

The old man chuckled to himself, nodding happily, "Ah, you always have an eye for these things, thank you very much,"

"It's my pleasure," Estelle beemed.

"And your collection is impressive too,"

She thanked him once again, keeping her hands close to her chest as the old man held out a hand to shake. Estelle politely declined him.

"Sorry, I'm a bit of a germophobe," Estelle lied, "But thank you for visiting,"

As Estelle showed him out the door, shutting it and locking it slowly, her eyes glanced over to the historical items in her possession. Running a museum and curator business was no easy manner.

Looking at the mannequins on the stand, Estelle couldn't help but smile. A white wedding hanbok with a matching black one next to it, reminding her of the day she had worn it.

No one would guess she was thousands of years old.

[sugamoonv]

Pied Piper

“I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you“

Pairings: Faerie!Jimin x Reader / ??? x Reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: smut, manipulation, dubious use of magic

Summary: Everyone knows to never trust a faerie

A.N: SURPRISE!!!!!!! The fic that no one asked for but I wanted. I’m super excited for this; it’s going to be a two part series. I have gone in and fixed things so this is also be safe for poc readers

Masterlist

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Your foot splashes in the water when the mossy rock you attempted to step upon shifts throwing you off balance. Water rushes inside the deerskin so when you lift your foot back up, the moccasin hangs pathetically off of your foot. You step onto the rock again, more carefully this time, and when it doesn’t move you bring both feet together before leaping onto the next. 

Water rushes all around you deafening any and all sounds. The otherwise crystal clear water made the sand and fish underneath unseeable with the white froth of the mini waterfalls and current. There were small pools here and there, where the river was calm and minoes swam, but that was also where the biting flies conjugated. That was also the only place you chose to rest, choosing to sacrifice your skin to the bugs for the coolness of the shade and privacy of the trees. 

Your satchel slams against your hip as you jump to another rock and one more step and you’re on the embankment of the river. Tree branches whip you as you push them aside and stray twigs and stalks on the forest floor marr your calves before they snap under the pressure of your weight. Where you want a slight path, it doesn’t exist in a place you’ve never been and so you make sure to tread extra heavily so that at least your footsteps may be seen. 

There’s a boulder about a quarter into the river surrounded by smaller boulders. The top of the stone is concave and appears smooth and even enough for you to sit on so you don’t mind soaking your other shoe in order to get there. There’s another rock that’s half in the sun so you can leave your shoes there to dry while you work. 

It takes some tugging to pull your shoes off and they land on the other rock with a slap, immediately turning part of the stone dark gray as water trickles out. You tuck the bottom of your dress underneath your legs so that the ends hanging off the sides of the boulder don’t dip into the river and you stare inside your bag contemplating on what it is you want to do. A leather-bound book with blank pages rests prettily inside with the books that do contain ink, two of them interesting to you and the one you’re being forced to read by your mother and suitor. 

“You’re not supposed to be here, little one.”

You twist your torso to see a man perched on the small cliff above the bank of the river looking down at you. No, not a man. A faerie.

Your town was riddled with magic. Many women unable to find a husband to support themselves turned to herbal remedies and reading the stars. Farmers and desperate mothers left offerings to Gods, many you knew the name of, some you worshipped, and others that were foreign to you. The night spoke with the howls of creatures sounding other than the beasts men could hunt. And the day ended with bedtime tales of human-like creatures that dwelled into the forest and would steal children from their village with promises of sweets and the honey sounds of music. 

The faerie was beautiful, they all were, it was part of their lure. The long limbs on him would look odd if it weren’t for the defined muscle beneath his golden skin. His lips were upturned in a smirk that screamed danger but filled you with the pretense of safety as if this man were your friend. Perhaps if you were a child, this would be easy for him. But you were an adult now, anchored down with the responsibility of having to marry, start a family, and make some contribution to your village and after spending your in-between years wandering the forest and seeing glimpses of them and wood nymphs as they passed by, you knew better.

“Why don’t you talk, little one?” In the blink of an eye, he transported himself onto the sand behind you. You keep your back turned to him and try to read the words on the page but they keep blurring together. “I promise I’m harmless.” Not likely.

He transports again so he’s sitting directly in front of you and it takes everything in you to not give in to the temptation to look up at him. The air around him feels different even, like syrup and it makes you drowsy and relaxed. 

“What is your name, little one?”

You pretend to read and he watches you with a smirk still on his face. Your heart pounds against your ribs. 

“My name is Hoseok.”

Another trick. The moment you give them anything, your words, jewelry, voice, a name, they would use that to get under your skin. Any offers, whether intentionally given or not, made you vulnerable to them. 

Hoseok tuts and strokes your jaw delicately with the tips of his fingers. Goosebumps rise on your arm and you’re not sure if it’s because you can instinctively sense the dangerous nature of him or because you like the sensation of his magic brushing against you. 

“I can sense you are unhappy, little one,” he whispers into your ear and you can feel the pull of his words, the hidden promise to escape in his tone. Even if you gave them nothing, they still were able to use so much against you. 

“Tell me what it is that weighs you down.”

Flashes of the man that had been pursuing your hand pop up in your mind, you hear the faint sound of your mother’s lectures, the stares of your neighbors, and the sting of rejection as your mocked for asking to become an apprentice. You close your eyes and lean into his touch and the magic of his pull feels like the sun warming your skin or the warmth of a fire on a cold day so when you resist, it’s like a wave of icy water washes over you. 

“No,” you spit at him though it has no effect on the grin on his face. He watches as you hastily stand and gather your belongings and slip-on damp shoes onto your dry feet with knowing eyes. A single word. One single word and he latches onto to you. 

You’re surprised the faerie doesn’t pursue after you. The woods feel oddly empty and scary without his presence but you know that too is just a trick. You jump at every rustle made by a bird or squirrel or rabbit until you find your way home. People glance at that dirt on the bottom of your dress and your flushed face. You must look crazy as you run home. 

You burst through the front door and slammed it shut behind you as you throw your back against it. Your chest heaves and sweat dribbles down the side of your face and makes the skin on your chest glisten. 

“Y/N?” your mother calls from another room and she rounds the corner. It takes her a moment to take in your appearance. “What…happened…to you?” she asks slowly, “Look at you, you’re absolutely filthy! You have dirt, all over your dress! And where have you been!? Your fiance is coming very shortly and now we have to get you ready all over again!” your mother scolds.

“Fiance?” Your stomach drops. 

Your mother stops talking and looks at you. “Yes, fiance,” she says exasperatedly, “He came for brunch yesterday and asked for your hand and I told him yes. You would have known if you were here and not out pestering the blacksmith or medic. He’s a very nice man and has a very stable future. He’s supposed to be taking over his father’s business.”

Your mother pulls on your wrist since your frozen in shock and that’s the kickstart that gets you moving up the stairs to your room where you’ll have to prepare a bath. You numbly swirl the hot water in the tub before undressing and stepping in. The steam makes you sweat until you sink your head under the water. The only thing you can focus on is the fragrance of the soap and the feeling of your mother viciously scrubbing it into your scalp and then onto your back. 

Your mother drones on again with all the ways to act like a proper lady as she twists strands of your hair into a more fitting style. You stare blankly at your reflection in the vanity, makeup adorning your face from the crushed berries, minerals, and rose petals. 

Your mother sighs pityingly seeing your expression, “I know this isn’t what you want but it’s what must be done. SeokJin is a nice man. He’ll treat you with respect and perhaps one day you can learn to love him like a wife. But this is unfortunately what us women must do to survive and this is the best I could do.”

Tears well in your eyes as you continue to stare at yourself and your mother wraps her arms around your shoulders and bends to rest her forehead in the groove of your neck and shoulder before kissing your temple and standing straight. 

Jin is waiting at the bottom of the stairs with his hands folded behind his back and a polite smile. He bows respectfully when you and your mother reach the last step. You put a smile on your own face though you’re sure he can tell it isn’t completely sincere.

For the next forty minutes, the only sound at the dining table is the sound of utensils clinking against your plates. Your mother attempts to start a conversation and Jin adds in his opinions when asked but the conversation quickly dies with your short, clipped responses. You feel guilty but you’re unable to make yourself say anything more than a few words at a time. 

“Would you like to take a walk?” Jin sets his fork and knife down on the empty plate in front of him. Needing fresh air, you nod and Jin smiles and stands, bowing to your mother before he walks outside with you. 

You follow a trail in silence for a few minutes. The sky has become dark and the first hints of the night show themselves with a few dots of stars behind the clouds. The warm breeze has turned cool and many people have returned to their homes so the streets are quiet. 

“I’m sure your mother has told you of my offer,” Jin strikes up a conversation. 

You nod and keep your eyes on the ground. 

“It’s quite a bit much,” Jin laughs and clears his throat, “Getting married, planning a wedding.”

You walk by him and listen to him speak, not having anything to add. He speaks more about trivial things that pop into his head and tells you a few jokes. Jin doesn’t seem to mind your silence too much and happily replies to anything you say and you’re glad that he doesn’t push because his presence grows comforting. Not comforting in a way you would think of a husband, but of a childhood friend. 

“Jin!” someone shouts out and you and Jin turn to the source of the noise. A figure walks towards you and when they get close enough, you recognize it to be Namjoon. 

You remember Namjoon from school, your teacher would use him as an example many times during your lessons. He was a few grades above you so you never truly befriended him but you knew who he was. He joined got an apprenticeship right after graduating and was now one of the town’s bookkeepers. You would say hi to him whenever you went to the library and he was working. 

“Namjoon…” Jin draws out his name as though he’s warning him of something. The smile on Namjoon’s face falters when he gets closer and he sees you but he quickly hides it. You miss the cautious glance from Jin as a signal to Namjoon. 

“Y/N, hi,” Namjoon bows to you, “I didn’t see you,” he tries to laugh off his embarrassment. Namjoon’s gaze lingers on Jin. “How are you? Did you finish your book?”

“I did, yes. Thank you,” you reply courteously. Namjoon nods and looks to Jin again and an uncomfortable silence falls on the three of you. 

Jin blushes and clears his throat. “No one knows now but I should tell you that Y/N and I are engaged.” His voice is meek and he immediately looks to the ground as Namjoon’s head snaps towards him. 

Namjoon’s lips slightly part and he blinks away the moisture collecting in his eyes. He clenches his jaw and forces a smile onto his face. “Congratulations,” Namjoon’s voice cracks and he coughs, “That’s wonderful news.”

You want to run. The reminder brings a wave of nausea to your stomach and your skin crawls. But you hide your discomfort with an insincere smile of your own and dip your head in a small bow, “Thank you.”

“It’s getting late, I think perhaps I should walk you home now.” Jin forces his eyes from Namjoon and turns to you and desperately wanting to be alone, you quickly agree. “Namjoon,” Jin calls out to the man departing, “I was thinking about getting a new book to read. Will you be working tomorrow?”

Namjoon stands still for a moment before speaking, “Yes, I will be.”

“Good,” Jin confirms and then you’re both walking away. Neither of you talk on your way back and neither of you wants to. Jin leaves you with a few kind words and makings for future plans. 

The next few days pass by relatively calm. You avoid your mother as much as possible as the only thing on her mind these days is your marriage and the prospect of having children. And that’s why you’re running now. The idea of having to become a mother too much for you to handle and rather than staying and talking about the gender of your future children, you ran. 

You pound on the door of the house secluded from the rest of your village. When no one answers, you pound again. 

“What do you want?” Yoongi rips the door open to your flustered appearance. “Why are you here?” he scowls down at you. 

You grin at him, his intimidating expression is meaningless to you. “Can’t a girl just visit the town witch because she wants to.” 

Yoongi’s scowl turns into a glare. “No. Now, why are you here?” 

“I came to see if it’s done.”

Yoongi sighs and glances past you before ushering you in. His cottage is actually quite large but is made small with all the objects inside. Plants sit on every possible surface turning his cottage into a greenhouse. Wooden and stone bowls lie about and you can smell the scent of burning sage and lavender. A wisp of smoke hugs the ceiling as it spreads throughout the house. A black cat mewls at you from a tabletop and you reach out and scratch the top of its head as you pass by. 

There’s a small stone bowl being held over an open flame, held up with one of Yoongi’s spells. The liquid in it is a dark purple, almost black and bubbles with the heat. Yoongi walks around it to a table and clears away some of the space. His cat leaps onto the table and butts its head into Yoongi’s arm and he absent-mindedly begins petting the cat as he leans against the table facing you. 

“I’m missing an ingredient,” Yoongi informs you, “I thought I had some stocked up but I must have used it all.” Yoongi scratches the back of his head. “Other than that, it’s almost done.”

“What are you missing?”

“Peacock flower.”

“A flower?” you ask disbelievingly.

Yoongi sucks in a deep breath. “I need the seeds from it in order to complete the potion. I checked my garden too to see if any were growing but there’s none.”

“Wouldn’t it be in the forest?”

“Yes,” Yoongi sighs, “but I can’t leave this so I can’t go out to look for it.”

“Okay, so what if I went to look for it?”

Yoongi looks at you with his eyebrows raised before he shakes his head and picks up his cat to drop him on the floor. The cats runs off once its feet hit the ground. He turns his back to you and pulls out a notebook and opens it and you see his hand moving as he draws something on the page. You tinkle with a few of his things for a few minutes as he draws in silence. 

“This is what it looks like,” Yoongi rips out the page and hold it up to you. It shows a long stem that branches off multiple times. The petals of the flower are split into four parts and widen out like a fan with bumps at the end. In the middle of the petals is an antenna that splits into multiple parts and has bulbs on the end. “They’re tall and hard to miss but they don’t grow close to here. You’ll have to venture far out to find them.” He lowers the page so he can look you directly in the eyes, “Is this something you really want to do?” 

You keep your eyes locked onto his and nod. 

His eyes flicker about your face before he presses his lips together. “There’s a chance you could get lost.” He turns from you again and moves frantically pulling out ingredients and setting up bowls and mortars and pestles. He throws in a plant that’s unfamiliar to you and begins to ground it, “I can make something that will help me keep an eye on you,” he slams the butt of his palm on the flat part of a knife to crush a beetle and scrapes it into a bowl, “I’m going to give you this and when you get lost, sprinkle this in a circle around you and I’ll be able to see exactly where you are.”

You fiddle with the locket around your neck containing the dust Yoongi made for you. He stands on the steps before you so he has to look slightly down at you standing on the ground. His fingers are nimble as the fasten one of his cloaks around you and then folds the drawing he made and folding it into your palm. 

“Do you remember what to do if you get lost?” Yoongi’s face is completely serious. 

“Yes, mother,” you tease him but his expression doesn’t lighten. Instead, he looks at you annoyed. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re going to be going out a lot further than you’re used to and there’s a lot of creatures that dwell in the forest. I’m a witch and I’ve had to find my way out of dangerous situations, you’re only human.”

“I’ll be okay,” you chuckle out the reassurance, “You’ve always looked out for me. This is no different, if I feel even slightly unsafe I’ll sprinkle your magic dust. I trust you, now please trust me. I’m only going out to look for a flower,” you tilt your head up at Yoongi and raise your eyebrows. 

Yoongi steps down to be level with you and grabs you into a hug. You wrap your arms around his thin waist and rest your head on his chest, turning your face to the side. He holds you there for a few moments before pushing you away and holding you at arm's length. 

“Just be safe, okay?”

He watches until you completely disappear from his view into the forest. 

There’s a path that you follow for a while before the grass begins to overtake it and it becomes mangled with the roots of trees and rocks buried in the dirt. The only sounds are of the leaves rustling as birds take flight when you come too close. Sunlight occasionally filters in through the tops of the trees making small sunlight patches and showing the particles floating in the air in it’s rays. You’re lucky Yoongi’s cloak only falls to about your knees because you’ve already managed to snag your dress on a low hanging branch and tear a hole in it. 

“Well, well, well,” Hoseok saunters over to you, “I wasn’t expecting to meet you here, little one.”

You roll your eyes and continue walking through the thicket. 

“Still ignoring me, I see,” Hoseok laughs. He flashes right in front of you and delicately lifts part of the cloak to inspect it, “I’ve seen this before,” he hums. 

You yank the cloak from his fingers and brush past him but he appears in front of you again and you step to the side to avoid him to continue walking but he grabs your arm last minute. His hold is much harsher than what he’s shown before and it catches you off guard. 

“Does the witch know you have his cloak?” Hoseok cocks an eyebrow and looks at you arrogantly. 

“He knows,” you growl and tear your arm from him. Rage buds in your chest when you hear him cackle behind you and he teleports himself back in front of you. 

“Did he give you this?” You swat his hand away as he reaches out for the cloak. This time when you try to go around him he steps in your way. “Did Yoongi give you this, little one?” 

You look up at Hoseok in shock and your heart stops. He knows Yoongi’s name. 

“How do you know his name?” you breath out. 

“How do you know the witch that lives in my woods, little one?” he counters. 

“I asked you first.”

He peers at you for what feels like an eternity before he burst out laughing. “I like your spirit, little one.” You twist your face from his palm that cups your cheek, nose sneered at him and stomp off. Hoseok only follows you silently now. 

The shadows shift as the sun grows high in the sky then afternoon sets in; all without a pip from Hoseok who still has yet to leave you alone. The microscopic bugs that swarm your head and try to burrow in your hair that you keep having to swat away are a more welcoming presence than the faerie. You hold your tongue but the entire time, your mind has been bogged trying to think of how Hoseok had come to know Yoongi’s name. You could only hope that Yoongi had a safeguard to protect himself from the faerie's magic. 

You unfold the drawing that Yoongi gave you as you come to a patch of flowers and you only get a glimpse before its snatched out of your hands. 

“What is this?” Hoseok asks airily though its rhetoric as he’s scanning the page. 

“Nothing.” You dart your hand out to try to get the drawing back from Hoseok but he moves his hand from your reach even faster. Each attempt is foiled by Hoseok’s long arms and impossibly fast reflexes. 

“Flos pavonis,” Hoseok pips, “Now why would you be looking for this, little one?” His eyes drift to your stomach and he tilts his head curiously, “Are you with child?”

Your nostrils flare and you attempt to grab the page again but Hoseok lifts his hand so it’s too high for you to reach. 

“It’s none of your business.”

Hoseok smirks. Another opening. He presses his palm flat against your stomach and you let out a protest and stumble away from him. His smirk grows wider.

“Hmm, not with child so why else would you be looking for this particular flower?” He puts a finger to his chin as he pretends to think. Hoseok sets you on edge as he turns his gaze down to you in a predatory stare. He steps close enough to you so that you’re able to smell his musk. He brings your chin up with a hooked finger so you have to look at him, “Perhaps it’s because the desire to become a mother doesn’t run deep. If it’s a remedy to your natural curse you’re searching for, I can offer you a way to get something so much better than what a witch can.”

The pull returns. The world around you begins to smudge and the hair on your arm raises despite the burning warmth you feel within. Your eyelids begin to droop as you relax in Hoseok’s close proximity and with the little strength you have, you clasp your hand around the locket full of dust. 

Hoseok tuts at you and wraps his hand around your wrist to pull your hand away. “You won’t be needed that where we’re going, little one.” His voice seems to drift away from you as you enter a state of half-consciousness. “All you have to do is say yes. Say yes, Y/N.”

“Yes,” you gasp like a prayer, “Yes, please.”

Hoseok feels powerful. And if anyone were watching, they would say that you disappeared into thin air, without so much as a cry for help. 

The air is thicker in the faerie realm. It feels like you’re floating as Hoseok carries you through the forest. All the colors stretch and blur together in one giant haze and the feeling is euphoric. You have a dopey smile on your face as your eyelids flutter shut and you feel magic thrum your veins and settle deep in your bones. You wonder if this is how everyone that goes missing feels like because if so, you understand now. 

When you wake again, you’re in a large bed under silk sheets enclosed in with sheer drapes. There’s a pink hue to the room that coats the white decorations giving the space an elegant appearance. You swing your legs off the side of the bed and your feet land on a plush rug covering a section of the dark wooden floors. You also notice that the worn-in dress you had left your home wearing had been changed with a silk slip with spaghetti straps and a deep v-neckline. 

Sun filters into the room despite you not seeing any windows. Everything feels slower here, as though you were given a sedative that masks the panic being in a different realm would bring. Your locket hangs daintily on the edge of a small dresser across the room and slowly you get up and walk to it. Your hands feel too heavy to hook the clasp. 

“Here, let me,” someone softly offers from behind you and before you can look, there are warm hands brushing against the back of your neck and a faint click and the chain feels cool as it rests. The person’s hand gather your hair and they let it fall so it doesn’t pass your shoulders. 

You allow the person to spin you to face him and when you do it’s the first time since you’ve been here you remember you have a beating heart and lungs. The magic that felt like molasses sticking to your skin falls away to fresh breath of his magic. It feels as though you’re eating spoonfuls of peanut butter but instead of sticking to the roof of your mouth it’s smooth on your tongue. 

His wavy hair takes on the pink hue of the room but you’re not sure if it’s because that’s the actual color of his hair or if it’s white like the majority of the room. Either way, it looks soft and pliable. And his lips are an even richer pink contrasting nicely with the healthy blush of his round cheeks. Despite the intense almond shape of his eyes, his gaze is soft upon you. 

“Who are you?” you get the words out with some effort. 

The corners of his mouth lift into a soft smile. “I can’t just give my name out to any pretty face. Haven’t you heard how much power that kind of knowledge can hold over a person? That’s something you’re going to have to earn.”

You find yourself rapidly nodding. His name is something you desperately want to know. You can feel the desire deep in your bones like some unscratchable itch. He breathes out a laugh through his nose. 

“Come on. Let’s go eat.” He intertwines his fingers with yours and tugs you behind him. 

Rule number one of entering the faerie realm: Don’t Eat Any Food

You stare down at the full plate of food in front of you, mouth-watering. The man happily eats across from you and from time to time, your eyes drift to his lips as they wrap around his spoon or press against his cup. 

“Ah,” Hoseok’s voice cuts through the dining room, “I see you’ve met our little one.” The man’s eyes follow as Hoseok’s hand crawls to your shoulder and he squeezes. Hoseok takes the seat next to you and immediately a servant rushes out a plate of food. “I assume our Prince has been nothing but courteous to you.” This time, Hoseok’s speaking to you as he takes a bite of his chicken. 

It’s odd. This faerie has been pestering you for days and you’re just noticing the sharpness of his jaw and defined edges of his lips. Your hand reaches for the locket. 

“No, no, dove,” the Prince has somehow moved behind you and stops your hand. Your fingers relax and your locket falls back to your chest. The Prince looks over to your plate and pouts, “She hasn’t eaten any of her food.”

This somehow breaks from your reverie and the cold feeling washes over you again only this time it feels like aloe on an untreated burn. Your head snaps to Hoseok who you’ve come to realize constantly has a smug look on his face. 

“You said you were going to get me something better.”

Hoseok takes another bite of his food and takes his time chewing. After he takes a long sip of wine he pivots towards you in his chair. “I withheld my end of our deal. The remedy you’re seeking, you’ll have to go to someone of a higher power.”

The Prince. 

It’s just now that you notice his absence and as though he were able to sense your thinking of him, he returns through the doors, each step elegant and demanding of your attention. In his hands, he holds a parcel and he moves your plate out of the way to set down the mysterious package in front of you. 

“It’s food,” he mutters kindly, “I’m not offering it to you so you’re safe to eat it.” His eyes are honest as they bore into yours. 

“More than courteous,” Hoseok slips under his breath, fully enjoying the scene before him. 

You cautiously unwrap the brown paper to reveal a loaf of freshly baked bread, one similar to the bread from the village baker. In fact, it smells almost exactly the same. The steam wafting from the bread is eerily close to the scent of the wooden house you would pass on the way to school or of the baker’s son as he ran around trying to sell that few loafs leftover at the end of the day. 

You eyeball the loaf and the Prince squeezes his hands together. “I got it from your baker. I know this is you and your mother’s favorite kind.”

You look at him with wide eyes. “How do you know that?”

“I asked,” he states simply. 

How stupid of them. 

You clench your jaw and ignore the rumble in your stomach the enticing aroma inspires. “I was looking for a flower and Hoseok said he could get me something better.” Hoseok glances at you disinterestedly. “I have someone waiting for me and I promised them I would return, so unless you have something for me, I want to leave.”

The Prince admires you fondly and runs his thumb along your cheek and the sickly sweetness seeps through your skin but now you’re prepared to fight it. “Follow me, dove.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he gives a command to Hoseok, “Hoseok, clean this up.”

“Yes, my Prince,” Hoseok bows with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You keep your eyes off of the Prince and on the paintings adorning the marble walls. You can feel his eyes on you from time to time and the sensation of him looking at you stirs something between nervousness and excitement within you. He leads you in silence and you blush with the inquisitive glances of the faeries that pass by you and him. They all bow to him and he returns the gesture gracefully and the formality of each second long exchange makes you feel out of place. He stops in front of a set of double doors and smiles at you before pulling both open at once. 

Inside is a plethora of fauna that puts Yoongi’s garden to shame. The witch’s garden that you always admired in esteem for the many species of flowers, vegetables, and herbs that stretched around the entirety of his house was microscopic to this. A maze of green stretches on before you so far you can’t tell where it ends. There’s a cobblestone pathway to lead you into the foliage and as the Prince walks ahead, you see bursts of colors from budding petals on closer inspection. The air is warm and nectarous and the dew collects on your skin. While your baby hairs stick your forehead, the Prince seems completely unaffected with the heat. 

The Prince stops a patch of yellow and orange flowers that stand tall above both your heads. 

“Hoseok informed me what it is you are looking for.” 

The Prince drags down the stalk of a flower so the petals brush his nose and you swallow heavily when his eyes flutter shut and serenely buries his nose in the middle of the petals. He opens his eyes and looks to the side at you and with the way the light hits his face, you see the light dusting of lilac upon his eyelid and the darkness of charcoal on his lashes. It was really unfair for a species like him to add to their already ethereal beauty. 

“Is this something you really want, dove?” the Prince gingerly asks you and his hands return to cup your face and you nod in his palms. “Why?” his tone is innocent and holds no judgment. 

“I want more in life than to just be expected to marry some man and have his children. I want to be seen as more than a vessel and a maid.”

“Many women have the same desire yet they find happiness in the situations they are put in. Is this man you are set to marry really that abhorrent?”

A flash of guilt darts through you at the thought of Jin and how by now enough time has passed so he’s on your front stoop alone while your mother runs about searching for you. Yoongi’s still probably sitting in front of the potion you asked for with only his cat to keep him company because the brew requires someone to stir it every twenty minutes or else it begins to harden. 

“There’s nothing wrong with him. This is about what I want,” you sternly tell the Prince and he grins down at you. The odd feeling of pride swirls in your chest. 

“Very well.” The Prince stretches up and a sliver of skin shows itself as the silk shirt he’s wearing rides up. He pinches one of the bulbs of a flower and a few seeds tumble from the split open wound. The dimples on his back are so very tempting and the world around you goes hazy until the Prince lowers to his feet and is completely covered again. 

The Prince drops the seeds into your hand and closes your fingers around them for you. The pad of his thumb rubs along your knuckles and he moves in closer to you so the fabrics of your shirts brush together with each breath. Oh so very tempting. 

“There is a price for those seeds, dove. They contain far more magic than anything you will find in human soil and this kind of magic doesn’t come free.”

Your eyes flicker between his eyes before squinting. “What is it you want?”

The air is getting thicker and your legs begin to weigh you down rather than hold you up. 

“A kiss,” he whispers with parted lips. His eyes glance down to yours and he flickers out his tongue to bring moisture to the pink tissue of his lips and you stare conflicted at the movement. “Just one kiss.” You can feel his warm breath and your mouth grows dry and begs for hydration that only the Prince can give. 

You can’t possibly bring yourself to pull away, not with how the seeds dig into your palm within a tightened fist and the Prince’s magic seeping into every pore. You can at least say you hesitated when closing the gap between your lips and his. 

The Prince’s lips are soft and move delicately with yours until he presses further. His hands slip down your arms and tighten on your hips in order to tug you flush with him and when you gasp at the unexpectedness of it, he carefully nudges his tongue against the inside of your bottom lip. He becomes more daring when you softly moan and meet his tongue with yours and then it becomes a dance where he swirls his tongue before pulling back and sucking your bottom lip in between his teeth and then bruising them all over again. 

Your heart beats heavy in your chest but the only thing you feel is the Prince and the butterflies restlessly fluttering in your stomach and lungs. His fingers dig into your flesh. 

“Can I?” He presses his forehead to yours and marvels at the redness of your cheeks and the puffiness of your lips that he’s induced. All you can do is nod. “I need to hear you say it, dove.”

Fuck. It’s hard to speak when your tongue is sticking to the roof of your mouth. “Yes,” the confirmation sounds mangled but it’s enough. 

He bunches the rough fabric of your dress and pulls it up until your left in your slip and when he takes that off, you’re fully exposed to him. Your nipples button in the fresh air and despite the way his eyes devour you, rather than wanting to hide you feel in control. 

You quiver as he brushes the side of your breast and then gently rolls your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. “How beautiful, my sweet dove. Look at how you respond to my touch.” He’s talking about the way your nipples harden with his help. 

“Please. Please touch me,” you beg him fully immersed in his magic. 

“What do I get in return?” He teases you and takes pride in the goosebumps that raise on your arms when he withdraws his hand. 

Rule number two of entering the faerie realm: Don’t Give In To Temptation.

“Anything.”

His eyes set ablaze and within a second, the garden around you disappears and you’re in another bedroom. The size of the room nearly equals the size of your kitchen and living room combined. A large bed sits in the middle of the room covered in pillows and small lights line the top of the walls. Only they’re not lights; when you look closer you can see the sway and brighten and dimmer. A crown of flowers rests on top of a cushion on one of the many vanities in the room and next to that are several chokers, necklaces, rings, and bracelets. The gems on them glisten and scatter light onto the ceiling

The Prince hooks his finger under your chin and draws your attention back to him and he slowly closes the gap between your lips in another kiss. His lips drag slowly against yours as he takes his time and gently pushes you into the bed. He follows without breaking contact when your knees buckle and you fall backwards on the feather-soft quilt. 

“You’re so soft,” he praises as his hands leave feather-light touches on your thighs before dipping in between them and pressing on your inner thighs. He forces your legs apart and settles himself in between them, hovering over you so he can capture your lips.

The Prince grinds his clothed hips into your bare core and the satin smoothness of his trousers is a pleasant, foreign sensation. You mewl into his lips and try to lift your hips to meet him but he presses down harder pinning your hips to the bed with his. Your breath quickens to an alarming rate when he slides his lips down your neck, occasionally nibbling at the skin and then he presses his lips to your areola. 

His tongue smoothly runs along the tissue before swirling around your nipple. The other breast is being massaged with one of the Prince’s hands and the other is still holding your leg to widen your hips for him. You gasp when his teeth scrape against your skin and he replaces the sensation when he sucks a nipple into his mouth. He does the same with the other breast so when his lips are peppering down your body again, your chest glistens with his spit. 

Your breath comes out in huffs when he reaches the space right before your mound and his thumb harshly digs into your thigh. He nudges his nose into your lower stomach, glancing up at you quickly before focusing his attention on your thighs. He starts at your knees and works his way back up until he’s at the junction of your hips. 

You fumble with your words as you don’t have a name to call out and in a panic, your mind flashes to the addressal from Hoseok. “My Prince!”

The coals within the faerie burn hotter. He looks at you intensely like a predator stalking its prey. The only difference is you want to be devoured by him. 

“Patience, sweet dove.”

The Prince dips his pointer finger in your folds and gathers the wetness to trace your sensitive outer lips. He smirks when you jump at his finger brushing against your clit, desperate for attention. After circling your labia a few times, the Prince adds a second finger. 

The stretch from his fingers has you clutching the quilt beneath you as he slowly pushed his fingers deep within your core. He waits there for a moment, keeping an eye on your face for any signs of discomfort and when you show none, he expands his fingers into a ‘v’ before bringing them back together and drawing them out. He gradually scissors you open until he’s confident you’re stretched enough. 

Sweat beads at your hairline and your chest and cheeks are flushed. The arms in your muscles burn as you keep them tense with the strength of your grip on the bed. The Prince has taken to thrusting his fingers into your core at a rapidly building pace until your juice collects on his hand and each move is indicated with a squelch. It’s only when your breathing is fast enough and the pleasure strong enough to make you lightheaded, the Prince finally places his lips onto you. 

He starts off lightly kissing the top of your mound and his soft lips have your stomach muscles tightening and you clenching around his fingers now moving languidly inside you. He pokes his tongue out to leave kitten licks against your clit and the sounds you’ve been holding back escape. Your moans bounce off the wall and sound throughout the room as the Prince adds more pressure to his tongue. 

“Oh my god-fuck, I’m so close,” you slur past another moan when the Prince rims your entrance with his tongue then returns to swirl your bud into his mouth. 

“Come for me, Y/N. Let me taste you.” He hooks his fingers up so they press into the bundle of nerves and hollows his cheeks so there’s suction on your clit and the coil in your stomach snaps so you’re seeing white. He collects your sweet nectar onto his tongue with small slurping sounds as you come down from your high. 

You look down at the Prince through half-lidded eyes and push his hair from his forehead. He meets your eyes at the touch and crawls up to cage you with his arms. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue. Drowsiness washes over you and it becomes a struggle to keep yourself awake but you use what energy you have remaining to reach down and tug on the waistband of the Prince’s trousers.

“No, dove,” the Prince airily giggles as he catches your wrist. 

“Let me take care of you,” you pout and he looks adoringly down at you. 

“Not tonight.”

You flit in and out of consciousness while the Prince gets up from the bed and comes back with a nightgown and a wet cloth to clean you. You finally succumb to the dream world when he tucks the quilt under your sides and adjusts a pillow beneath your head.

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Spooky things are coming. 👀😈

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[theharrowing]

Dollhouse 💛 13: I figured you'd become obsessed

Hoseok’s job is simple: He enters the host’s body, he confiscates or terminates the target, and he gets back into his own body by dinnertime, easy peasy. Until a client comes along who becomes as obsessed with his life as he becomes with theirs, and the lines between their realities begin to blur.

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💛 Hoseok x Namjoon, Jungkook x Yoongi, Hoseok x Namjoon x Jungkook x Yoongi

💛 word count: 6.5k

💛 hired assassin au, sci-fi, body swapping, graphic violence, infidelity, body dysphoria, lgbtq, smut, fluff, angst, poly, nsfw, smut, 21+

💛 chapter warnings: binge drinking, drunk confessions, a healthy little game of spin the bottle

💛 beta read by @neoneunnajimin​ 

💛 posted may, 2022 | read on ao3​

"Where should we start?" Jeongguk asks, not looking up at Namjoon but rather at the table. 

Namjoon finally sits and angles his chair back away from the table so that he can easily see everyone. To say Hoseok is anxious is an understatement. He reminds himself that he has been trained to lie and to handle tough situations and high levels of stress and takes a deep breath in and out. Hoseok tells Namjoon every detail he can recount, ending with them meeting with Jeongguk and Yoongi's fathers and their goons over lunch a couple days back. Jeongguk says nothing.

Namjoon chuckles and the sound is so light and airy that it makes every hair on Hoseok's body stand up. He'd been silent the entire time, watching Namjoon intently, and now Namjoon is refilling the cups with rice wine and slamming his back once more without waiting for anyone else. 

"Let's back up for a moment," Namjoon declares, filling his cup again. "So you mean to tell me that, when you went back to Jeon's house to gather information then returned to Jeongguk's place, Yoongi-hyung couldn't tell it was you in Jeongguk's body?"

Of course, that was the part of the story that Namjoon honed in on. Hoseok had considered leaving it out entirely, but he hoped that sandwiching it between everything else that happened would have at least kept Namjoon from fixating on it. Namjoon looks at Yoongi with his eyebrows raised, and Yoongi awkwardly looks between Namjoon and Hoseok and shakes his head. 

"But you've been with Jeongguk for...how long?" Namjoon asks. After a beat of silence, Namjoon raises his eyebrows to encourage one of them to speak.

"S-six years," Yoongi mutters.

"Six years," Namjoon parrots in disbelief. "And when you pressed Jeongguk's body into the door and kissed him, you had no idea that it was someone else in that body?"

Yoongi just stares at Namjoon, and Hoseok is shocked that he's so silent. Min Yoongi, trickster extraordinaire who spins lies and deceit with ease, has nothing to say. Hoseok would feel smug about it if he weren't also under the spotlight. Instead, Hoseok just feels uneasy. 

"And you," Namjoon turns to Jeongguk, "had no idea Yoongi's father created this technology that the three of you have implanted in your fucking head?"

Jeongguk shakes his head and mutters, "No," under his breath.

"Because if you had known, then you could have skipped a lot of steps with meeting Hoseok and going through the psychological evaluation and all of that, right?"

"I guess so," Jeongguk responds.

"You guess so?" Namjoon repeats incredulously. 

Rather than refill his cup again, Namjoon takes the open bottle of rice wine and swigs from it, and Hoseok just watches in amazement; he's never, in all their years together, seen Namjoon so angry. And he wonders if this is just a calm-before-the-storm kind of anger. The prospect of that terrifies Hoseok. 

"Because when Yoongi's father made that confession to Hoseok, you didn't flinch, nor did you seem surprised. You just absorbed the information as if it was something you already knew. So, what I want to know is why would you lie? Even now, why lie? What was the real reason you hired Hoseok?"

Jeongguk once again says nothing, and Hoseok doesn't look in his direction. If Namjoon continues to try to put a rift between the two of them, it'll just raise the chances of Jeongguk confessing to the other things they did while they were in one another's bodies, and Hoseok would like to avoid that at all costs if possible.

"What are you suggesting, Namjoon?" Yoongi asks, and Hoseok feels a pit of anxiety bloom in his guts.

"You tell me, Yoongi-hyung." Namjoon leans on his elbows, cradling his chin in his hand. "You seemed so desperate to friend us and win us over with your expensive dinners and your eagerness to take care of us. And when we arrived here, there was an air about you that seemed so arrogant and off-putting, like you had something up your sleeve, and you were relieved that we were on some turf where you had the upper hand."

Yoongi stares back at Namjoon in shock, and the silence that hangs over the table is tense. Hoseok clears his throat and reaches for an unopened bottle of rice wine, eager to fill his cup. 

"Joonie," Hoseok mutters, not sure what to even say but hoping to change the subject. "Look, nobody wanted to lie to you. This job is just dangerous and...kinda fucking weird."

"Kinda fucking weird," Namjoon mutters under his breath with a scoff. Hoseok pours himself some alcohol, drinks it down, and pours more.  

"What is it about everything that upsets you the most?" Hoseok tries, keeping his tone even. He feels confident that maybe he can direct the conversation once given some clues about how Namjoon feels. At the very least, he can attempt to gaslight him a little. 

Namjoon sighs heavily and stares at Hoseok for a beat. "I don't know. I guess I can't be upset that you lied to me because I understand that that's the nature of your job. But it begs the question of what you made me believe between the lies. How many other strange relationships were you cultivating? How many people did you kiss while in other host bodies?"

Hoseok shakes his head and quietly mutters, "Just Yoongi."

Namjoon hums and chews on the inside of his mouth. Hoseok can tell that there's more he wants to say, and he waits nervously for Namjoon to say more, but then Namjoon sits back as if deflated and drinks from the bottle in his hand. Once Namjoon swallows his mouthful and sets the bottle down with a thud, he looks between Jeongguk and Yoongi.

"I'm sorry," Namjoon says softly. "I don't want to accuse either of you of...anything. I don't know how I feel about all of this, and there's a lot I still need to digest, but you two have been nice to us, and I shouldn't throw that in your faces. Yoongi-hyung, especially."

Jeongguk gives Namjoon a soft smile, but Yoongi says nothing, just tongues the inside of his mouth, and Hoseok tries not to stare intently at Yoongi, but his silence makes him fucking nervous. 

"Cool," Yoongi finally rasps. "We done here?"

Namjoon squints at Yoongi, clearly considering what to say next, but then rolls his eyes and shrugs. "Whatever, yeah, get out of here."

"Guys," Hoseok says softly. 

Namjoon chuckles, though it's a humorless sound. "No, look, if they want to go, then they can just go. Yoongi clearly has something he wants to say, and he's not saying it, and frankly, I'm not in the mood to beg. So if he wants to go, then he can get the fuck out."

Yoongi stands quickly, leaning on his hands on the table, sending his chair scraping back against the floor. With a fire in his eyes, he looks down at Namjoon and smirks, and Hoseok's heart pounds in his chest. "Oh, I have a lot I could I fucking say, Joonie, baby. But I don't think you're ready for that just yet."

"Yoongi," Hoseok warns, voice trembling. 

Slowly, Jeongguk stands, and his expression is surprisingly blank. Yoongi turns to Hoseok, smirk still tugging at his lips, and he roves his eyes down Hoseok's seated body and back up. A chill bursts down Hoseok's spine, and he does his best to stay calm.

"Awe, what's the matter, pretty?" Yoongi snarls. "Why do you look so afraid?"

Yoongi winks at Hoseok, and Namjoon stands, sending his chair crashing to the floor. "Get out," Namjoon says quietly but firmly to Yoongi, pushing out his chest. Yoongi chuckles, grabs one of the unopened bottles of rice wine, and walks away from the table. Jeongguk follows behind, saying nothing with his eyes to the floor. 

Moments later, when the suite door closes, leaving Hoseok and Namjoon alone, Namjoon turns and gently takes Hoseok's chin in his hand. His eyes are still angry, though there's a hint of sadness there, and Hoseok sits terrified, face as still and calm as possible, waiting for him to speak.

"If Yoongi couldn't tell it was you in Jeongguk's body, would I be able to tell if he was in yours?"

Hoseok feels his breath catch in his chest, and he tries not to gasp. He knows his eyes betrayed him, widening just enough to show his fear. He knows Namjoon had to have seen it. 

But Namjoon says nothing more. He lets go of Hoseok's chin and begins to unbutton his shirt, and walks toward the ensuite. Hoseok hears the door close and, soon after, the shower start, and he lets out a deep breath that he'd been holding onto.

Hoseok is dreaming. He's often aware he's dreaming, and sometimes he can use it to his advantage to wake himself up before he drives off a cliff or has another classic night terror. He can always feel it in his gut before it happens—a low thrum of anxiety that starts deep down in his tummy and blooms into something big. Akin to watching a horror film and hearing the tense music begin, except there's no music. 

And in his dream, Hoseok is watching as Namjoon holds Jeongguk down and fucks him so slow and so deep that Jeongguk lets out pitchy sob after pitchy sob, legs spread wide and trembling. Namjoon moans and smirks and says, "So good for me, baby; that pussy is so fucking tight," and Hoseok wants to stop him and beg him not to fuck Jeongguk, but he can't because, in this dream, Namjoon has no idea he exists.

Hoseok wants to wake from his dream and hold his husband tight, but out there, in the real world, Hoseok fears that Namjoon will find out what they've done, and he doesn't want to face that either, so he sits and watches Jeongguk come around his husbands cock again and again and again. Hoseok holds back his tears and doesn't look away; even his subconscious agrees he deserves this.

Jeongguk: Meet me in the penthouse. We need to talk.

Hoseok: I'm not falling for that again.

Jeongguk: No Yoongi, just me. We need to figure out how to handle what's happening.

Hoseok: I'm not even certain what is happening, Jeongguk. You and Yoongi have a lot of fucking explaining to do.

Jeongguk: Meet me, and we'll talk.

Hoseok sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. He can't help but feel duped by Jeongguk and Yoongi at every turn, starting from before they ever met. And although he wants answers, he would love to sit in his hotel suite and stare out the window at the city below and block everything out for a little while longer. 

Namjoon had left in the morning to go to an art gallery, saying he needed to clear his head. Hoseok shoots Namjoon a text to let him know he's going to meet with Jeongguk, not expecting much by way of response, but when Namjoon just sends back a thumbs-up emoji, it makes Hoseok's heart sink a little. There's something so impersonal, almost passive-aggressive, about the thumbs-up emoji. 

Hoseok is dressed down in a black tee and black sweats, and he slides on some slippers before grabbing his wallet and making his way to the suite. The walk isn't long, but it feels miles away, and with each step, Hoseok's heart begins to race a little harder. 

Lately, he's been questioning whether everything that's happened has been his fault. Jeongguk was so shy at first; what if Hoseok making sexual jokes was what caused everything to erupt and turn into more than it should have been. But that wouldn't explain away everything, and there's no way he and Yoongi didn't at least have something up their sleeves. Maybe they planned to have Yoongi intercept Hoseok at Jeongguk's house the first time they met.

The beep from Hoseok's key card on the keypad makes Hoseok jump. He'd lifted it to the pad without thinking, still lost in his thoughts, and now with the light flashing green, he considers turning back and leaving. He takes a deep breath and opens the door, and when he enters, he's relieved to find Jeongguk sitting on the bed in his usual black hoodie and sweats, with no staff in sight, and no Yoongi, either. To be safe, Hoseok looks through the bathroom and closets, making sure the little mole isn't hiding out, and when he begins to open the kitchenette cabinets and mini-fridge, Jeongguk finally speaks up. 

"We don't have the technology to make Yoongi fit in the drawers, Hoseok."

Hoseok turns and leans against the sink in the kitchenette and crosses his arms over his chest. "Nothing would surprise me, anymore."

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and pats the bed beside him. "Come, sit."

It takes a moment for Hoseok to talk himself out of continuing to lean against the sink. He makes his way toward the bed slowly, shuffling his slippered feet. When he sits next to Jeongguk, he keeps his eyes on the ground ahead. The myriad of things Hoseok wants to say to Jeongguk sit at the tip of his tongue. 

"This situation isn't ideal, but perhaps it's not all bad," Jeongguk says in a light, optimistic tone, and Hoseok bites the inside of his lip, eyes squinting at the carpet, which he's only now realizing is a deep, muted shade of purple. All he can do is scoff.

"He seemed into the idea of licking my p—" 

Hoseok holds his hand up, and, surprisingly, Jeongguk stops himself. "I'm glad that this is all some little game to you, but my marriage is at stake."

Jeongguk hums. "Well, then maybe you shouldn't have fucked Yoongi."

Although Jeongguk's words course through Hoseok's body red hot, making him ball his fists and imagine knocking Jeongguk's fucking teeth out, Hoseok lets out a humorless chuckle and lays back on the mattress, staring at the ceiling and forcing his hands to open and relax. Fighting with Jeongguk is pointless, especially considering he isn't wrong. 

"I shouldn't have done a lot of things," Hoseok mutters. "Starting with trusting you."

"Now, now," Jeongguk responds, laying back and facing Hoseok. "While I admit that I did lure you in, you wanted it."

Hoseok sighs. That's at least something, even if it's not a full admission. "Your shyness was part of it, wasn't it?"

Jeongguk chuckles. "I pretended to want to keep my body hidden to make you want to see it all the more. I figured you'd become obsessed with it and want to try it out."

"Why?"

Hoseok glances at Jeongguk from the corner of his eye, and Jeongguk shrugs. Even unfocused, Hoseok can see Jeongguk's devious fucking grin and puts his gaze back on the ceiling. 

"Let's crack open a bottle of wine, and I'll tell you," Jeongguk suggests. "No lies this time."

"Fine."

Jeongguk sits up and leaves the bed, making his way to the kitchenette. Hoseok stays put, staring at the ceiling, fighting with his breath to even out. He can hear the mini-fridge open and close, followed by the sound of a cabinet opening, glasses clinking around, and the cabinet closing. When he finally sits up, Jeongguk is walking toward a small table between the kitchenette and bed, setting the items down, and Hoseok gets up with a huff and makes his way over.

"Alright," Jeongguk says, motioning Hoseok to sit. He stands, pouring the glasses of wine, and Hoseok takes a seat at the head of the table with Jeongguk just to his right. Jeongguk sits and holds the glass of rice wine to his nose, then takes a sip. 

"Obviously, I knew about the technology and that Yoongi had the implant. Admitting as much to Namjoon would have opened a can of worms."

Hoseok nods; he expected as much to be true. "Did you already have the implant?"

"No," Jeongguk says. "Yoongi's father didn't want to give me one, which is why I made up a reason to come to you."

"But, your father is—"

"Actually working with a drug lord? Yeah, all of that is true. I more or less already knew what was going on behind closed doors. As soon as I began to transition, my dad was excited to finally have a son to carry on his legacy. As his daughter, he saw me as too weak and emotional. You know how old men are."

Hoseok hums in understanding. 

"Yoongi's entire fortune comes from his dad's pharmaceutical business and also his dad's penchant for manufacturing and selling the harder shit on the streets. But he's never shown any interest in continuing his father's legacy. I think part of him hoped hiring you would bring the old man down—finally put a bullet through his skull."

Hoseok drinks from his rice wine, a nice big gulp, and it cools his throat just as much as it warms his chest. "You put all of us in danger by hiring me for this reason, you know."

Jeongguk shrugs. "We also hired you because you're one of the best. Anyway, you saw the old men. They kidnapped me to try to prove that they could, just to rile us up and give you a good scare. If they had wanted any of us dead, we'd be dead."

"So—" Hoseok sighs, trying to wrap his head around everything. "You used me to gain access to the implant, but also want your fathers dead."

"Correct."

"Why did you want the implant so badly?"

Jeongguk raises his eyebrows and drinks from his glass, holding eye contact with Hoseok. 

"Was I a target for this sordid little game of yours before or after we began to work together?" Hoseok asks.

"After," Jeongguk responds with a smirk. "But I knew the moment I met you that Yoongi would want you. And once I saw your husband it was game over."

Hoseok clears his throat. "Well, I can't say I'm not flattered, but—"

A lot of thoughts swim through Hoseok's mind. At the forefront is convincing Namjoon to fuck the two of them so that they can just get past all of that and have it not be as big of an issue as it already is. Although, Hoseok wonders if that would just turn it into a bigger problem—there are so many things that could go wrong or even way too right. 

"We need to convince Namjoon to fuck you two," Hoseok says, chewing on the inside of his lip. When Hoseok makes eye contact with Jeongguk, he smirks in a way that gives Hoseok chills. 

"I think Yoongi can handle that."

Namjoon seems more content when he finally comes back from the museum. It's early in the evening, and he gives Hoseok a kiss as soon as he walks into the suite. It's a chaste kiss, but there's a hint of a smile behind it, and as he makes his way to the shower, there's no more tension hanging between them. 

Hoseok: He's back and seems to be in a better mood. What's the plan?

Jeongguk: Yoongi has to apologize first. We're thinking over a meal downstairs. He can flaunt some of that wealth that Joonie seemed so fussy about.

Hoseok: I'll float the idea. Plan B, you come here? 

Jeongguk: Sounds good to us.

"Thanks for joining us, Joonie-hyung," Jeongguk says as Hoseok and Namjoon approach their table. 

It didn't take Namjoon much convincing to meet with them for dinner, which was a relief. Namjoon wears a nice dark blue button-up tucked into black jeans, and the other three are head-to-toe in black, to the surprise of nobody. Namjoon gives a soft smile and nods as he sits across from Jeongguk. Hoseok sits across from Yoongi, feeling relief pool in his tummy that Namjoon is smiling at all.

"I owe you both an apology," Yoongi starts as soon as they are seated. Red wine has already been poured into everyone's glass, and he picks his up to swirl it. Hoseok looks between Yoongi and Namjoon. "However, I feel it would be best to wait until our orders have at least been placed, to avoid interruptions."

Namjoon opens his mouth to respond, but a waiter comes by, already ready to help them. This seems to make Namjoon chuckle, the sound of which has Hoseok letting out a small sigh of relief, and they all take turns ordering from the menu. Once a full glass has been consumed by all, and everyone seems relaxed, Yoongi uncorks a second bottle and begins again. 

"Your concerns and accusations last night were all warranted, and I'm sorry that I let them upset me. I don't feel as if you said anything out of pocket, considering the great deal of information you had just received, and I should have taken that into consideration before getting upset.”

Yoongi pauses, giving Namjoon a chance to talk, but Namjoon continues to listen, so Yoongi goes on. “I respect you, Namjoon, and I'm sorry that we all kept so much hidden from you. I assumed we had to because of contracts and all of that, but it makes sense that you've probably felt lied to. Especially since I knew what was happening, and I was not working with them. "

Namjoon smiles. It's not a smile that dimples his cheeks or reaches his eyes, but it's a genuine smile that suggests Namjoon accepts Yoongi's apology. They sit in silence and drink their wine, waiting for Namjoon to go next. Everyone's food comes before anyone else can speak, which Hoseok feels grateful for; however this conversation might continue, he doesn't want it to go there while on an empty stomach. 

"I guess it's not that I felt lied to," Namjoon finally says while cutting a bite from his steak. "It just felt overwhelming to be left out of something so huge."

"Understandable," Hoseok mutters, cutting a bite from his own steak.

"I fixated on the fact that my husband was pushed into a door and kissed by Yoongi while in Jeongguk's body, and I guess at the time, it made me uncomfortable. I wondered why Hoseok hadn't told me because my thoughts were swimming around so quickly that I was missing the obvious, which was that he couldn't. By the time it had all caught up to me, you, Yoongi, were too angry to be reasoned with, which is fair."

"I'm sorry, Joonie," Hoseok says. He sets his knife down and reaches under the table to squeeze Namjoon's leg. "I wanted to tell you. It felt awful keeping something like that from you."

"And then I got to wondering," Namjoon continues, "if that was the reason the two of you have been trying to get so close to us. Maybe Yoongi wanted to kiss my husband again."

Namjoon glares at Yoongi, and Hoseok’s heart begins to pound heavily in his chest. When he scans the rest of the table, Jeongguk is sitting still, staring at his plate of food, and Yoongi is gazing back at Namjoon with a flat, nearly unreadable expression. Hoseok considers breaking the tension but has no idea what to say, and he holds his hand on Namjoon's knee, trying not to squeeze. Yoongi clears his throat, pulling Hoseok's attention, and a smirk dances across his lips, making Hoseok incredibly anxious. 

"It crossed my mind," Yoongi says. "Especially once we met you."

Hoseok looks at Namjoon, who squints slightly with his head cocked. 

"Is that so?" Namjoon asks.

Jeongguk clears his throat. "Y-yes," he stammers softly. "We both like you. Both of you."

Now that this cat is out of the bag, Hoseok sits back in his chair and waits for Namjoon to speak. Hoseok and Namjoon have never explicitly discussed hooking up with other people during the course of their relationship, so he’s not entirely sure what to expect. They have both openly checked others out and voiced flippant fantasies but have never had an opportunity presented to them in a way to make it feel so real. 

"You both have been very flirtatious," Namjoon says, looking between Jeongguk and Yoongi a couple times before landing on Yoongi. "Especially you."

Yoongi chuckles and leans forward with his elbows against the table. "You've seen yourself," he says, looking between Namjoon and Hoseok, "both of you."

Hoseok returns to eating his food. He knows how ridiculous he must look, taking slow, anxious bites with his eyes wide, watching between the men at the table. The two most talkative seem to be holding a staring contest of smirks and raised eyebrows; meanwhile, Jeongguk is stunned with his mouth agape. Hoseok is a little surprised to find how comfortable Namjoon seems by the admission. Or, at least, by how little it seems to phase him. 

"So, this whole time you've been hoping for a chance to have me call you daddy, then?" Namjoon finally asks. Hoseok, who had been mid-sip of his wine, spits it back into his glass. He can feel it dribbling down his chin when his eyes dart between the two men.

"How did you know?" Yoongi asks, cocking his head. 

Namjoon chuckles. "I guess I had a hunch."

Jeongguk meets Hoseok's eye and points to his chin, and Hoseok remembers the wine and wipes it with his napkin. Although this conversation is going better than Hoseok had expected so quickly, he can't help but feel surprised. Ordinarily, Namjoon isn't quite so forward with others when speaking sexually. Then again, this isn't the first time conversations like this have happened between the four of them. 

"Seok?" Namjoon pulls Hoseok from his thoughts. 

Hoseok hums in response. 

"What do you think?" Namjoon asks. "Should we give in to these two menaces or leave them high and dry."

Hoseok can feel his cheeks warm, and he glances around, wondering if anyone at nearby tables have heard them. Nobody is looking their way, but he still feels self-conscious. 

"Are you serious?" Hoseok asks. It's not meant to be accusatory, and thankfully Namjoon seems to know. 

He shrugs and says, "Why not? We already began this conversation the other night. Let’s finish it."

"Ah—I guess we could discuss it," Hoseok responds, still watching Namjoon's face for any sign that he may be joking. 

Namjoon finally turns to his mostly untouched food and begins eating, and Yoongi does the same, though his eyes stay trained on Namjoon most of the time. They spend the rest of their meal in silence. Once they're all rested against the backs of their chairs, with empty plates and empty glasses, Jeongguk speaks up. 

"Should we discuss boundaries and all of that?"

"We should," Namjoon responds. "Once Yoongi-hyung handles our check, we'll head to our room and iron everything out."

Yoongi scoffs. "Right, because I'm so desperate to befriend you, I have to flaunt these fancy dinners, hmm?"

Namjoon grins. "Exactly." 

The four men sit on Hoseok and Namjoon's bed with a tea tray in the center, holding a bottle of rice wine and four full glasses. Namjoon is across from Yoongi, and Hoseok is across from Jeongguk. 

"Why does it feel like we're at a sleepover and about to tell ghost stories?" Hoseok jokes to lighten the tension that seems to hang over them.

"Or play spin the bottle," Jeongguk mutters.

"We could do that once we kill that bottle," Yoongi suggests, watching Namjoon with his eyebrows raised. 

It takes an hour or so, but everyone states their boundaries and what they would like to have happen. Namjoon would only feel comfortable with the scenario if all four of them were in the same room. He also reserves the right to end the situation at any point if it becomes too much; or if he starts to feel uncomfortable. Everyone agrees on both points, namely that they all reserve the right to call it quits.

They all four pretty emphatically want to equally fuck everyone involved, and Namjoon insists that he wants to teach Hoseok how to eat Jeongguk out—that it wasn't just something he giggled about while drunk the other night. Yoongi wants to sit back and watch the three of them at some point, and Jeongguk plays with the idea of being double penetrated and spit-roasted. At the same time. 

Nobody has the desire to get too kinky, but they all agree on stoplight safe words should things become intense, especially with Namjoon's daddy kink and the subspace he might slip into—which, they learn, is something Jeongguk experiences sometimes, too. And with that, the rice wine is empty, everyone is rosy-cheeked and smiling, and Hoseok feels a huge weight lifted, despite a new type of trepidation sinking in. 

Yoongi grabs the tea tray and moves it onto the floor, then gets back on the bed where he was sitting, holding the empty bottle. He gives it a spin, and it lands on Jeongguk, making everyone on the bed giggle. 

"Too easy," Yoongi grins as he turns to the side, places a hand on Jeongguk's jaw, and leans into a kiss. Both men moan against each other's lips, and Yoongi licks into Jeongguk's mouth, giving Hoseok and Namjoon quite the show. 

"That's pretty hot," Namjoon mutters, and Hoseok chuckles and places his hand on top of Namjoon's hand, on the comforter. 

"Yeah," Hoseok responds softly, feeling butterflies in his tummy. "It sure is."

It's Jeongguk's turn, and once their kiss breaks, he spins the bottle. It lands on Namjoon. Namjoon takes a deep breath in, then lets it out with a smile, and Hoseok moves his hand aside to let his husband get on his hands and knees, hovering over the bottle. Jeongguk takes Namjoon's jaw in both hands and smiles as their lips meet. Hoseok leans to watch them kiss, and he can see Yoongi is doing the same. 

"Don't be afraid to use tongue," Yoongi says, and Hoseok hums in agreement. 

Namjoon's lips part and Jeongguk licks into his mouth, pulling a deep whimper from Namjoon that makes Hoseok's breath come out ragged. When they pull from the kiss, Jeongguk keeps a hand on Namjoon's jaw, and both men smile. 

"Your lips taste so sweet, hyung," Jeongguk mutters, and Hoseok delights in watching his husband blush even more than he did from the kiss.

Hoseok spins the bottle, landing on Yoongi. Both men chuckle, and Yoongi holds up a finger, making the come here motion at Hoseok. Hoseok gets on his hands, which are shaking, and crawls toward Yoongi, hovering near him over the bottle the way Namjoon had. But Yoongi puts his hands on Hoseok's ribs and pulls him closer, causing Hoseok to stumble and half sit on his lap. 

"Damn, Yoongi is smooth," Namjoon mutters. 

"Yeah," Jeongguk responds. "You have no idea."

Yoongi places his hands on Hoseok's jaw and whispers, "I missed you," so softly, Hoseok almost doesn't hear it. Hoseok whimpers as Yoongi licks into his mouth, and Hoseok's arousal builds so fast from tasting the rice wine on Yoongi's lips and breathing in his scent that he gets lost in the kiss. When Yoongi pulls back, Hoseok looks back at him with wide eyes. He definitely has strong feelings for Yoongi, which Hoseok thinks is a dangerous thing to have. 

Once Hoseok finds his way back to his spot, Namjoon spins the bottle, landing on Jeongguk. The two of them giggle and meet in the middle for a kiss that's chaste but sweet, leaving both men blushing. Namjoon is grinning like an idiot, and Hoseok can't help but smile at the sight. 

Yoongi spins, landing on Hoseok, and mutters, "We have to stop meeting like this," before their lips meet, this time with both of them on their hands and knees, hovering over the middle. Their kiss is sweeter than the last, but Yoongi sucks on Hoseok's lower lip just enough to make him shiver. 

Jeongguk spins, landing on Yoongi, and pulls Yoongi dramatically down onto the bed, leaning over to plant a kiss on him while they giggle. Thanks to Hoseok's reflexes, Yoongi is saved from crashing onto the bottle. Then, when everyone is back to their spot, Hoseok spins and lands on Namjoon.

Hoseok turns his body and pats his knee. "Come here, baby," he says, and Namjoon crawls the short distance on his hands and knees, straddling Hoseok and wrapping his arms around his neck. "Show the boys how you like to kiss daddy."

Namjoon whines and leans forward. He rubs their noses together with a grin before pressing his lips into Hoseok’s, and when Hoseok takes Namjoon gently by the jaw, Namjoon gasps, lips falling open, giving Hoseok room to lick into his mouth and explore. Namjoon moans into Hoseok's mouth, and when Hoseok breaks the kiss and leaves a soft peck on the tip of Namjoon's nose, he hears Jeongguk whisper, "Shit."

"Yeah," Yoongi responds. "I wanna see more of that."

"Be good and I'll make you my baby boy," Hoseok says over Namjoon's shoulder. He expects Yoongi to smirk or have some snide comment about being the one in control, but instead, Yoongi blushes and licks his lips. He says nothing. 

Namjoon doesn't leave Hoseok's lap when he spins the bottle, and when it lands on Yoongi, he gasps. Yoongi smirks and pats his lap with an eyebrow raised and rasps, "Finally. Come here, baby boy." 

"Go on," Hoseok says softly. 

Namjoon looks at Yoongi when he mutters, "Yes, daddy," and Hoseok and Yoongi both gasp. Yoongi looks at Hoseok, perhaps to check in, and Hoseok nods—Hoseok is very much into this. As Namjoon crawls to Yoongi, Hoseok looks over at Jeongguk, who watches, mouth hanging open. Namjoon gets onto Yoongi's lap and rubs his nose against Yoongi's nose. 

Hoseok leans to the side to watch as Yoongi gently holds Namjoon by the throat and licks into his mouth. Namjoon whimpers, which becomes a moan as their kiss deepens. The sound makes Hoseok's cock twitch, and he thinks he would definitely like to see Yoongi pull more sweet sounds from his husband's lips. 

"You're such a good boy," Yoongi says as he pulls from the kiss. 

"Th-thank you, daddy," Namjoon whines. 

"Go back now, and sit next to your husband, baby," Yoongi says, placing a soft kiss on Namjoon's lips. Namjoon gets back into place and turns to Hoseok with wide eyes, blown-out pupils and rosy cheeks. 

"Wow," Namjoon says.

"Yeah," Hoseok responds. "I know."

Yoongi spins and lands on Hoseok, and he hits his thigh, beckoning Hoseok over. "Yes, daddy," Hoseok chides with a raised eyebrow. 

Hoseok crawls over, straddling Yoongi's hips, and Yoongi sets the bottle between him and Jeongguk, wraps his arms around Hoseok and angles their bodies before laying Hoseok on his back in the center. Hoseok gasps when his shoulders meet the mattress, and his legs are spread as Yoongi leans down and kisses him. It's soft at first, but as soon as Hoseok parts his lips, Yoongi deepens the kiss with a moan, and Hoseok mewls. 

Being held down by Yoongi while in his own body is a feeling that threatens to swallow Hoseok whole. He tries not to rut his hips up because he's not sure how carried away they're allowing this to get, especially while they’re all drunk, but he knows Yoongi's crotch is just above his, and all he can think about is Yoongi fisting their cocks in his hand in the dark penthouse suite. 

A hand strokes Hoseok's chest, and it takes a moment to click that it's Jeongguk kneeling forward and touching him. Hoseok whines and relaxes even more into the mattress. Weight shifts on the other side, and Yoongi breaks from their kiss to sit up and allow Namjoon to steal him. Yoongi stays between Hoseok's legs, however, and Hoseok quickly becomes distracted by Jeongguk's lips on his. 

Hoseok's head spins. He lays pinned beneath Yoongi, who is kissing Namjoon while Jeongguk kisses him. Deep groans and pitchy whimpers fill the room. Namjoon and Yoongi must break their kiss first because Hoseok can hear them speaking in hushed voices. 

"Aren't they something?" Namjoon says.

"So fucking beautiful," Yoongi responds. "I can't wait to see more."

Jeongguk breaks from Hoseok and places a soft kiss on his cheek, sending a shiver through him. He's not used to affection from the two of them—at least, not genuine affection while in his own skin. 

"I feel like we should wait, if that's okay," Jeongguk says. He sounds out of breath. "We should let this ruminate a little, make sure it's what we all still want once we sober up, and meet back here tomorrow."

Hoseok nods; he actually feels a bit relieved. He'd like to prepare himself mentally before diving into a foursome, and he assumes Namjoon feels the same. When Hoseok looks at Namjoon, he's nodding and smiling with a dazed look. Soft pink marks litter Namjoon's neck, and Hoseok hopes he gets to watch Yoongi leave more marks behind next time. 

"Alright," Yoongi says, sitting back and letting Hoseok's legs down. "Tomorrow, we'll reconvene and see how everyone is feeling."

As Jeongguk and Yoongi clamber from the bed, Hoseok sits up, and Namjoon wraps his arm around his waist. They stand while Jeongguk and Yoongi slip their shoes back on, and meet them by the door for one last kiss, Namjoon pulling Jeongguk over and Yoongi tugging Hoseok into his arms. 

"Sleep sweet, pretty," Yoongi mutters, and Hoseok's breath hitches. "You too, baby," Yoongi winks at Namjoon. "Think of us when you fuck tonight."

"Don't worry, we will," Namjoon announces proudly with his dimples on display.

As soon as the door to their suits closes, leaving Namjoon and Hoseok alone, Namjoon picks Hoseok up by the thighs, wrapping Hoseok's legs around his waist, and carries him back to their bed. Hoseok feels overwhelmed but excited and plays with Namjoon's hair while he's held. 

"I'm gonna fuck you tonight," Namjoon says in a deep, raspy voice that sends blood rushing straight to Hoseok's cock. "I have a feeling Yoongi will be very demanding tomorrow; I should top while I can."

Hoseok can't think of a better way to end this already perfect night than by taking Namjoon's thick, long cock, and nods emphatically. "I'm all yours, baby."

Hoseok watches Namjoon's perfect ass as he walks to the bathroom covered in a sheen of sweat. His sweetheart of a husband is starting a shower for them while Hoseok catches his breath and regains some feeling in his legs again. Getting fucked by Namjoon is always an event and tonight was no different. 

Before heading off to the bathroom, Hoseok checks his phone, both to see what time it is and to check whether he has any messages. His eyes zero in on a notification from Jeongguk, and he unlocks his phone to read it. 

Jeongguk: In case it wasn't clear, I still want us to fulfill the job I hired you for. We should discuss next steps soon. Preferably both of our fathers will get whacked. Our priority is fucking your husband, though, so no pressure to worry about all of that now. But we may need to extend our stay in Osaka, depending on what the old men do. Sleep well, pretty. ;)

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into the forest - m

word count: 3.6k

genre: smut 18+ | royal, faerie, forbidden love

pairing: fae!jungkook x fem!reader | hoseok x fem!reader (previous)

summary: as the second princess of the human kingdom, you know to fear the fae, they did wage war on your people for one thousand years after all. what happens when you meet one in the forest, and they aren’t what you imagined?

warnings: mentions of war, slut-shaming (in passing), smut scenes, mentions of rough sex/spanking, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), outdoor sex, nipple play, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie

a/n: this is my first bts fic so i hope you enjoy it! thanks to all my friends for reading it and giving me feedback, you’re the best

Never trust the Fae, that’s what everyone always told you. They’re tricksters, they’re evil, all they care about is corrupting humans, and you believed them. Why wouldn’t you? As a child you were told tales of the terrifying Fae with their leathery skin, red eyes and big black horns. You would wake in the night crying for your nursemaid, afraid that there would be a Fae under your bed.

The Fae were not of legend though, they were very real, you knew this from your family history. You were not an ordinary child; you were the Second Princess of the human kingdom. Your father and mother were King and Queen respectively, and your older sister was the prized Crown Princess. Four hundred years ago your ancestor, the then King, had ended the one-thousand-year war which had occurred between your kingdom and the kingdom of the Fae. He had agreed with the Fae King to end the exhausting warfare on the condition that neither people would breach the others’ land. Since then, each community had kept to itself, neither interacting with the other, but the horror stories of the Fae remained as a cautionary tale to the brave few who wished to seek them out and break the peace.

You were currently stressed beyond belief by the trauma that was the organisation of your sister’s marriage. As the Crown Princess, therefore the next in line to the throne, she had been betrothed to the most respectable and handsome man in the whole kingdom, Lord Kim Seokjin. Your parents decided that at 23 years old it was time for your sister to finally be wed to her fiancé, and that meant hours of planning and protocol. Being the Second Princess, you were to be the maid of honour, and the dress fittings were beginning to wear you down.

Another cause of stress was that you would be the next to be married. You were yet to be betrothed to anyone, probably because your father viewed you as damaged goods after the incident with the Chief Knight, Jung Hoseok. A couple of years ago, after too much wine at a festival ball, you snuck away with Hoseok to an inconspicuous corridor. The drink had blurred both of your minds and your lips had become entangled in a passionate kiss. You still remember his lips caressing your neck and your begging of him for more. This led to your father, the King and ruler of all, finding you with Hoseok’s hand up your skirt. He definitely wasn’t pleased.

Your father had to be held back from punching Hoseok in the face and the next morning he had the guards practically drag the both of you to a private room for a discussion. He decreed that this brief relationship was not to continue under any circumstances, and if you were caught again Hoseok would be banished. Of course, you didn’t listen, but after a few months the relationship fizzled out, the thrill of getting caught wearing thin. Now Hoseok was married to a beautiful maiden, but you remained on good terms.

Part of you wished you could’ve married Hoseok, at least then there wouldn’t be any nerves. The prospect of being married to someone you were incompatible with made you cringe and feel a little sick in your stomach. No other man had ever made you feel anything, they were either too irritating or too arrogant, and you found yourself fatigued with having to dance with a different suitor at every ball, if only you could marry yourself.

This is how you found yourself riding your beloved horse, Bramble, into the Border Forest. There was nothing better than a good ride to relieve stress. However, you must have gotten carried away as you now found yourself in a part of the forest that you didn’t recognise. The flowers were different here and you couldn’t remember if you passed the red handkerchief that you’d tied to a tree many years ago to alert yourself that you were near the kingdom border. You see, the forest was generally out of bounds as it was close to the Fae kingdom, but you bent the rules on a regular basis, always making sure to stop before your self-placed marker so you didn’t accidentally break the peace treaty. Before you had a chance to panic even more, a voice called to you.

“Lost?”. You looked up to see a tall man with a mullet of black and blue hair in front of you. “Oh, thank goodness,” you said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I thought I had wandered into the kingdom of the Fae.” The man frowned slightly. “You are in the lands of the Fae,” he replied. You froze, you must have gotten very carried away on your ride to come this far out, but the sight of a fellow human calmed you slightly. “Could you please lead me back to our kingdom?” you asked. “Our kingdom?” the man looked puzzled. “This is my kingdom.” “But you’re human?” you half-asked. The man shook his head and smiled slightly. “No, I am Fae,” the man clarified.

You suddenly felt incredibly nauseous. How could this man be Fae? Where were his red eyes or big horns? This man didn’t look like a monster, in fact he was beautiful, ethereal and enchanting. “You seem shocked,” he said. You nodded. “You don’t look like I imagined,” you replied. “You know? The leathery skin and red eyes.” The man laughed heartily. “Is that what they tell you in the human kingdom?” he asked through his amusement. “That’s funny. I look like a typical Fae. No red eyes here. I’m Jungkook by the way.” The man, Jungkook, outstretched his hand. You looked at it for a moment before shaking your head, unwilling to touch your enemy.

“I will not tell you my name, all you must know is that I’m the Second Princess of the human kingdom,” you said in a matter-of-fact way. Jungkook laughed again, much to your irritation. “Continue back the way you came, Princess,” you tensed slightly when he used your title, it slid from his tongue in the most exquisite way. “You will soon be back in the human lands. By the way, I am the Second Prince of the Fae. If you’re curious about what other lies your people have told you about mine, meet me here in two days’ time at sundown. I will answer any questions you have.” You didn’t answer Jungkook, fear of his kind still coursing through your veins. You merely nodded, mounted Bramble and rode back home. You told yourself there was no way you would meet Jungkook again, but you couldn’t deny how your heart pulled you towards the idea.

Despite your brain telling you to stay away from Jungkook, either your heart, or something else, pulled you towards him. Two days after your initial meeting you stood in the spot where you first met. He was yet to arrive, and you were beginning to feel uneasy. It was dark and the sounds of unfamiliar wildlife were putting you on edge. Then you saw a figure approaching, Jungkook. He was illuminated by a swarm of floating lights; it was a mesmerising sight.

“You came,” he said, his mouth forming a smile. “I did,” you replied, pulling your shawl tighter around your shoulders. As Jungkook came closer you noticed that his hair was behind his ears, this was the first difference you noticed from yourself, his ears were pointed. “Your ears,” you said. “They’re pointed.” “They are,” Jungkook spoke warmly as he moved closer. “It’s a Fae characteristic.” He came to a stop two steps in front of you, the lights still swirling around him. “How are you doing that?” you motioned around him. “The lights?” “They’re fireflies,” Jungkook replied. “Fae are a lot more in touch with nature than humans are, that’s how we get our magic.” He moved his hands in circular motions and the fireflies spread out around you both, illuminating the area you inhabited. “Please sit,” he said, lowering himself down on the grass. You nervously followed his lead, still questioning why you were here with your ancestral enemy.

“Will you tell me your name, Princess?” the prince asked, the use of your title giving you shivers once again. You stayed silent for a moment. “Y/N,” you replied, shuffling your feet in the grass. “Y/N,” Jungkook repeated. “I like it.” You didn’t really know how to respond, so you settled for nodding, another silence falling on the two of you. “I’m guessing you came because you have questions,” he said. “So, ask me something.” Plucking up your courage you decided on a question that had been troubling you since you had left two days previously. “Why didn’t you tell your king that I trespassed on Fae lands?” you asked cautiously. “It breaks the peace treaty and we’re enemies.” “Are we?” Jungkook asked immediately. “Unless I’m wrong, I only met you two days ago Y/N. How can we be enemies?” You shook your head in frustration. “You know what I mean, we’re ancestral enemies,” you bit back quickly. “You could’ve told the king and declared war on all humans by now, but you didn’t.” Jungkook smiled. “I didn’t tell my father because you obviously came here by mistake, and I’ve never met a human before,” he said. “You say we have leathery skin, but we say that you have no light within, that you’re a barren and cold people.” Your eyes widened. Of course, you knew that the Fae must have stories about humans, but you didn’t expect them to be so philosophical.

“Am I then?” you said nervously. “Am I barren and cold with no light within?” The prince looked you up and down in a way that gave you goosebumps. “No,” he finally replied. “If anything, you’re radiant and lush. Life courses through your veins.” A feeling you hadn’t experienced since your dalliances with Hoseok took hold of you. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you couldn’t look Jungkook in the face. “Please don’t feel uncomfortable in my presence,” he reassured you. “I want to learn more about you, and I sense you wish to learn more about me. I promise not to tell my father if you promise not to tell yours.” He held his hand out to you. “I promise,” you responded, taking his hand in yours. It was warm and soft, it was comforting. Even after letting go you could still feel a tingle where he had touched you. You were in trouble now.

Every week at sundown you and Jungkook would meet in the same place in the forest. On the fifth visit he had been giving you a more in-depth explanation of how Fae magic worked. “We draw our magic from nature,” he said softly, gesturing to the trees all around you. “We can use it to fight, but we can also use it to heal and even create.” He cupped his hands together for a moment, before opening them to reveal a beautiful purple flower. Your eyes lit up in amazement as you marvelled at the bloom he had made from thin air. “For you, Princess,” he said, holding out the flower for you. You took it from him and inhaled the fresh scent exuding from it. “Thank you,” you replied, looking Jungkook directly in the eyes. Not for the first time you contemplated how beautiful they were, like swirling galaxies pulling you closer to him.

You both stayed still for a moment, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. You felt an overwhelming feeling of safety whenever you were with him, he was of great comfort to you, and now looking into his eyes you felt like you could float away into the clouds. Suddenly Jungkook moved his hand to cup your jaw, brushing his thumb along your face softly. “May I?” he asked. Your stomach erupted into butterflies, surely, he couldn’t be asking to kiss you? “Princess, may I kiss you?” he clarified after taking in your confused state. You nodded, dumbstruck, as he moved closer to your lips.

Jungkook’s lips were soft and warm as they caressed your own, his hand moving to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You melted into the kiss, amazed that this beautiful creature was actually in your arms. All too quickly Jungkook pulled away, taking in your flushed face and puffy lips. Before you had a chance to complain he pushed his lips against yours, more harshly this time. Gaining more confidence, you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck. Jungkook brushed his tongue against your lips and you opened them to allow him in. The feeling of your tongues intimately brushing together gave you a light feeling inside and simultaneously made you feel hot, this never happened with Hoseok.

After an unknown amount of time, it could’ve been minutes or hours, you both pulled away. “I…” you began, at a loss for words. “Thank you.” “My pleasure,” Jungkook replied, stirring feelings within your core. “Your lips are divine, as is the rest of you.” You felt a blush rise on your cheeks as you looked at the ground. “Please don’t look away, Princess,” he said as he grasped your hands. “I like you and I wish to show it. If you would rather stop these meetings then we can, but I would rather we carried on.” You looked back up to his face, he was smiling softly, and his galaxy eyes were glimmering. “I want to carry on too,” you said, pulling him in for another sweet kiss.

Each week the meetings and kisses continued, and you felt yourself falling more and more for Jungkook. Your previous ill feelings towards the Fae had vanished and you wanted nothing more than to be in the arms of your Fae lover at all times. On the twelfth visit you once again found your lips locked against his as you laid beneath him in the grass. This time it was different though, his hands were caressing your body more intensely than usual and you were beginning to feel hot.

Jungkook pulled away, foreheads resting against each other. “Y/N,” he began. “Have you ever been touched by a man?” You felt the colour drain from your face, he could probably sense you sullied nature and no longer wanted anything to do with you. “I have,” you replied cautiously. “Just one. I’m sorry.” Jungkook frowned. “Don’t apologise,” he said, softly brushing your jaw with his thumb. “I’m not pure either, but people don’t fuss over it with men like they do with women. It doesn’t matter to me either way.” Relief washed over you as you heard his words, Jungkook didn’t think you were damaged goods, he still wanted you. “May I touch you, Princess?” he whispered in your ear. Shivers of anticipation travelled down your spine as you nodded fervently.

Jungkook’s hand moved to your clothed breast as he began to massage it, a smirk appearing on his face as you let out a soft moan. He quickly untied the fastenings at the back of your dress and pulled it down to your waist. His mouth kissed where his hand had just been, eliciting louder moans from you as his tongue flicked at your nipple. As he kissed your breasts his hand moved further south, finding its way underneath your dress and on bare sex. “You’re so wet,” he murmured approvingly. “Is this okay?” he asked as he began to rub the bundle of nerves that brought you immense pleasure. You nodded quickly, moaning as he quickened his pace.

The prince stopped his movements and you let out a whine of disappointment. “Let’s get this dress off you properly,” he said, pulling the material from your body. Jungkook was still fully clothed and you suddenly felt very exposed. You reached out and he allowed you to remove his shirt, but you weren’t prepared for what was underneath. You let out a gasp at how incredibly toned and muscular he was, your hands running across his abs. “Like what you see, Princess?” he smirked. “Yes,” you purred as he laid you back down on the soft grass, positioning himself between your legs. Suddenly his mouth was on your most intimate area, his tongue lapping at your clitoris. You moaned wantonly, gripping at the hair on his head. You had never felt such pleasure in your life, and your moans became louder and more frequent as you felt the familiar coil in your core begin to tighten. Jungkook slowly pushed a finger inside you, it felt incredible. “Don’t stop Jungkook,” you cried. “More… Please…” You looked up and saw him smirk as he pleasured you. He added another finger and curled them, hitting the spot inside of you. The coil tightened and tightened until it released, and pleasure flowed through your veins and you screamed out your lover’s name.

Jungkook wiped your wetness from his mouth and began to kiss you. Being able to taste yourself on his tongue was incredibly erotic, and you found your hand travelling down to the hardness at his crotch. He suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you. “Tonight is about you,” he said. “Let me pleasure you.” He pushed you back onto the grass and removed his trousers and undergarments, releasing his impressive length. You panicked slightly at the sight of it, he was bigger than Hoseok. “You’re so big,” you whispered. Jungkook smiled widely at the compliment. “Yes, but I know you can take me,” he replied reassuringly. “Do you definitely want this?” You nodded and he grasped your thighs, moving them apart. He lined himself up at your entrance and held your hands as he pushed inside. It stung a little as you weren’t used to his size, but after a moment you began to feel comfortable. “Please move Jungkook,” you whimpered.

He began to move within you, leisurely thrusting in and out. His manhood brushed against the sweet spot inside you and you clenched around him, letting out a moan.

“You feel so good,” he said breathlessly. “You’re taking me so well.” His compliments brought even more pleasure to you and he softly held your hands as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm. Sex with Hoseok hadn’t been like this at all, he had been more concerned with taking you roughly from behind and leaving red handprints on your derriere. Something about treating the Second Princess like a common whore had thrilled him, and you were more than happy to indulge him. However, sex with Jungkook was pure lovemaking. It was gentle and soft, you truly felt safe and on top of the world.

You felt yourself getting closer towards release, and Jungkook sensed this from your vice-like grip on his cock. He moved his hand to your clitoris and began to rub fast circles upon it. You gasped and moaned at his touch, taking in his sweaty and downright hot appearance. His mullet was beginning to cling to his forehead and his abs were rippling as he thrusted into you. “Jungkook,” you whined wantonly. “I’m so close.” The pressure in your core was becoming unbearable and you felt yourself hurtling towards release. “Let go for me Y/N,” he leant down and whispered into your ear, keeping up his pace. Your orgasm immediately washed over you, your womanhood pulsing around him as you let out a moan. His hips stuttered slightly, and he managed a few more thrusts before releasing his seed inside you.

Both of you looked at each other, beaming from ear to ear. Jungkook planted a sensual kiss on your lips before pulling away, pressing his forehead to your own. “That was incredible,” he exclaimed, brushing your hair from your face. “It was,” you gasped, still catching your breath. “Jungkook…” “Yes,” he answered. “What’s wrong, Princess?” You were silent for a moment. “I think I love you,” you said nervously, looking away from him. His fingers pinched your chin and turned you back to face him. “That’s good,” he smiled. “Because I think I love you too.”

Six more visits had transpired since the first time you made love, and each time you found your limbs entangled with his, gasping with pleasure. You were becoming more and more fearful of the concept of marrying a stranger chosen by your parents, you only wanted Jungkook. Your parents had not sensed your distress or your weekly disappearances, too wrapped up in planning your sister’s lavish wedding. However, it turned out that you had also become distracted from something of note.

One of your maids entered your chambers. “Your highness,” she said, a bundle of cloth in her arms. “I’ve brought your rags for your monthly bleed. You hadn’t asked me for them, and it slipped my mind. If I’m right, your bleed should’ve started two weeks since? Is everything okay? Should I call a man of medicine?” You could feel the colour draining from your face and nausea filling your stomach. “It’s okay,” you lied. “I got them myself two weeks ago, I was in that part of the castle.” “Oh…” your maid frowned. “Forgive me, your highness, I am glad all is well. I’ll leave these rags in one of your draws for next time.” “Thank you,” you said, relieved she has believed your terrible untruth. Your maid was right, your monthly bleed had been due two weeks ago, but it hadn’t come. The truth sank heavy on your shoulders, Jungkook’s seed had taken root and you were pregnant. You were pregnant with Jungkook’s baby. You were pregnant with your ancestral enemy’s child.

END

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[itsgottabeyoo-ngs]

Saturday Morning Sunshine (M)

Jung Hoseok Oneshot

••☾ Author: @itsgottabeyoo-ngs

••☾Summary: Early mornings weren’t normally this fun. You found yourself thanking the heavens for his 6 am dance practices, if they meant you got to be on the receiving end of the expert control he had of his hips and his never-faltering stamina. ~Morning sex with sleepy, mischievous, Hobi~

••☾ Pairing(s): J-hope-Jung Hoseok/Reader

••☾ Word Count: 3.27k

••☾ Rating: 18+

••☾ A.N: A very special thank you to @pinknamjoon for beta-ing this for me, your thoughts and suggestions are so valuable to me (as are you hehe)! 💕

Happy early birthday to one of my babes, @junghoseokit, I hope this is as enjoyable for you to read as it was for me to write 😍

Thank you as always to my other loves, @dariangarcia and @ilikemesometaetaes, without you, I'd have little inspo and a lot more stress. I love you all so much, thank you for all your support and kindness. 💜☺️💜

••☾ Tags: Smut | Established Relationship!au | J-hope/Jung Hoseok!au | Lazy Morning!au | PWP

••☾ Warnings: unprotected sex, light breathplay, light overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fluff (it’s hobi how could i not), soft dom hoseok, fingering

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The sun danced across the room lazily, rays peeking through the blinds and finding their way onto the light grey sheets. Hobi stirred in bed, moving enough to wake you from your slumber.

Eyes still adjusting to the lighting coming through the window, you reached over him carefully to grab your phone and check the time.

7:34

It was still early for this particular Saturday morning. Normally, he’d have to be out of bed by six am for dance practice. However, today was one of their rare days off, and the two of you had planned on staying in and having a lazy day together-something that neither of you often got to do.

You stretched your legs and yawned as you set your phone next to you in bed, moving back under the covers and sinking back into the little spoon position, his arm naturally draping over you and pulling you in closer by your waist.

You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply, content and warm in his embrace. You shuddered involuntarily as his fingers fell onto your chest and grazed your nipple through your silk sleep dress.

You turned and threw your head back to see if he was awake, expecting to find him with a smirk plastered all over his face. Instead, you were met with eyes gently closed under wisps of light brown hair and plush lips parted, letting small breaths slip through as you watched with a smile on your face.

You settled back into your spot and closed your eyes again, planning on sleeping for another hour- or two.

Just as your thoughts began to wander and you felt yourself sinking heavier into dreamland, you were brought back to reality with a warm tickling sensation on the back of your neck.

“Hobi,” you whined, turning onto your back to look at him.

“Hmm,” He hummed in response, eyes still closed, his breaths coming out just as slowly and heavily as before.

He must still be asleep. You thought to yourself, watching his chest rise and fall at a steady pace.

Just as you were about to turn around and try falling asleep again, his hand found your waist again and pulled you back flush against him. He let out a low hum of satisfaction into your neck, you couldn’t help but shudder as the vibrations travelled through your body.

“Mmmm,” Hobi breathed into your shoulder, placing light kisses onto your exposed skin, “you’re so warm.”

You melted into his touch, pressing back and trying to make as much contact with him as possible, wanting to feel his warmth envelop you as well, but instead feeling a very prominent erection that couldn’t have just formed over the last minute.

“I knew you weren’t sleeping, you little trickster. Trying to seduce me and feign innocence,” You quipped, a sly smile forming over your lips as you spoke.

He let out a defeated sigh and chuckled, “Ah, so you figured out my evil plan all too early.”

God, how you loved his morning voice, deep and groggy, with a hint of mischief.

“So, does that mean it failed?” He asked innocently, pressing himself against you and tightening his hold on your waist.

“Failure would imply that I’m not equally affected, would it not?” You mused, wanting to tease him as he had teased you.

“So,” Hobi started, stopping his light as feather kisses on your skin and dragging his hand up your side, exposing your skin, “what you’re saying is, all it takes from me is a simple touch here or there,” He cupped your breast for a second before slowly dragging his hand up to your neck, “a light tickle behind your ear,” His hand pulled your neck closer to his mouth as he whispered the next part into your ear, “and you’re already dripping for me?” He ended his question with a nibble on your earlobe, making you shakily let out a breath you had been holding.

“Is what I’ve understood correct?” He purred into your ear. You felt yourself sinking into his touch, all cheeky remarks you had ready suddenly turned to mush as you struggled to form a response. You hadn’t expected him to turn it over on you so quickly.

“I’m going to need an answer, kitten, or I’ll just have to find out for myself.” You let out a small whimper at his words, unable to contain it, taken aback by his brazen words and actions. You felt a pool of warmth spreading between your legs as he moved his hand up and tightened his grip on your jaw ever so slightly, turning your face to meet his.

“What’ll it be?” His tone was rough, but his eyes were soft and lidded with the same sleepiness his voice couldn’t shake.

“Yes,” you managed to squeak out.

“Hmmm,” He considered your response, “Not as convincing as I’d like it to be. I think I’ll just have to investigate myself.” He said as he threw the light sheet in the air to slink farther down the bed, resting his hands on your thighs and laying his head on your lower stomach.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you looked down at him nuzzling against your skin, pretending to fall asleep again as the sheet fell gently back over him, leaving only his face visible.

“Shhh,” Hobi brought his left hand up to grab on to your hand resting beside you, “I’m trying to sleep, I just got this amazing, new pillow. It's so comfy.” He nuzzled his head lower, and you instinctively squeezed your thighs together at the sudden contact.

You felt him smile before you saw it, “Someone’s sensitive this morning,” He teased as he started tracing circles around the most sensitive parts of your inner thighs.

A whimper was dragged from your throat as you finally felt fingers where you needed them most, slipping under your sheer nightgown to rub gently, teasingly at your clit.

“No underwear, baby?” He questioned, obviously pleased with his discovery, “What a naughty girl.” Your thighs tensed against his chest, wanting to move so badly, but you couldn’t, not pinned under his weight like this.

“Please Hobi,” you whined, unable to take his teasing any longer, “Please.”

“You’re so polite in the morning kitten, I suppose I should give you what you want, huh?” He asked lazily, taking his fingers off your clit and moving down to collect some of your wetness from your folds, running his hand through them and placing light kisses on your thigh.

The feeling of his fingers finally entering you was unparalleled, the intrusion unyielding as your body moved on its own, hips rocking to meet him in time with his gentle thrusts. He started slowly, crooking them up inside you, rubbing at the spot that he knew made you tremble and focusing his attention there. You cried out and writhed, body twisting every way as he skillfully drew out your pleasure from you.

Seeing the effect his fingers had on you, he began to speed up and you couldn’t help but shiver, feeling your high approaching quickly, flooding your body with heat. “I-I’m close,” you breathed out, eyes shutting tight in pleasure as you continued to chase your high.

“Now tell me,” He purred, as he removed his fingers from inside of you, “Why would I have you cum on my fingers when I could have you cum around my cock instead?”

He sat up, pulling the sheet down, and bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking and licking off your arousal without a single ounce of shame on his face, grinning down at you, taking note of how your eyes remained fixed on his fingers.

You moaned at the sight, shaken by his sudden change in demeanour from when he had started to tease you, even his comments becoming bolder and more authoritative.

“Now be a good girl and ride me, won’t you?” He asked sweetly, laying down next to you and pulling your face to his for a deep and sensual kiss. If you hadn’t heard his words correctly, you would have thought he was just asking for a simple favour, his tone of voice so chipper and innocent, but his actions proved otherwise as he pulled your leg over him so you were straddling him.

You broke away from the kiss and sat upright, putting your hands on his chest as you worked your hips down further until your entrance was right on top of his hardened cock.

You slowly moved your hips to grind against him, earning a moan as he threw his head back and reached his hands out to grip your ass tightly.

You shimmied out of his grip and pulled your nightdress off with ease, throwing it to the other side of the room as you looked back down to his face, fully taking control of the situation--or so you thought.

He looked up at you with a lustful gaze, all hints of playfulness gone-now replaced with calculated passion.

He brought his hand up, grabbing at your breast harshly, massaging the flesh, and taking your nipple between the pads of his fingers and working it to a hard point. Humming as if pleased at how quickly your body reacted to his touch, he moved on to the other one, repeating the same motions and earning a stream of quiet mewls from you, unable to hold them in. He used his other hand to grip your ass and keep you from squirming, though with only one hand it didn’t stop you much.

You couldn’t control your movements as you sunk onto him, grinding your hips against him again, feeling the head of his cock tease your entrance. You watched him with lidded eyes as he stared up at you, eyes glazed over in sleepiness and passion. Just when you thought you’d be setting the pace, his attention snaps back and his eyes darkened once more.

“Fuck-” You let slip out. With a grunt of effort, he let go of your breast and grabbed at your hips to lift you up while slotting himself against your folds and pushing himself inside.

“Baby, you feel so good stretched out for me like this,” He admitted, stilling inside as you sunk down onto him, breathing heavily as you grew accustomed to his length.

When you finally got used to the feeling, you experimentally swivelled your hips in a figure-eight motion, watching as his muscles contracted at the sudden sensation. Gaining confidence, you lifted yourself up and came back down onto him, leaning forward to claw at his chest, sending shivers throughout his whole body. He hissed at the contact and lifted his hips to meet yours.

Your hips moved in tandem, each pushing closer to the pleasure that you were both so desperately chasing. Finding a rhythm that felt so natural, the both of you lost in the feeling until he finally spoke up, breaking you out of your daze.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” He watched you with eyes so intense it made you blush and falter in pace, hips stuttering as you moaned and clenched around him at his words.

You rocked your hips forward, leaning back as you continued to ride him, wanting to put on a show as you knew how much he loved watching your tits bounce from the force.

Your head fell back and your hair brushed at his thighs, the tickling sensation sending shivers throughout his body. Your breaths came out as pants, feeling him fill you up over and over again as you sank down onto him and shifted your hips back and forth.

“On your hands and knees, kitten,” He ordered, pulling you off of him and kneeling over you, his hungry gaze travelling up your body to land on your eyes-challenging you to disobey him.

You quickly obliged, turning around and letting him push into you, not needing time to adjust as you were already stretched out for him. With a satisfied growl, his hands reached out and found your shoulders, fingers digging in and using them to jerk you back onto his cock with every powerful thrust.

He continued with his relentless pace, forcing your arms to buckle and your front half to fall forward onto the bed. Instead of stopping, Hoseok grabbed your waist instead, the new angle and his lack of concern of your falling over made you let out a loud moan.

As he continued to pound into you, you found yourself thanking the heavens for his 6 am dance practices, if they meant you got to be on the receiving end of the expert control he had of his hips and his never-faltering stamina.

Just when you felt your release building inside you again, he changed positions, pulling you up by your shoulders, his body engulfing yours as he leaned down and licked a solid stripe up the side of your neck. In response you clenched, shaking from the sensation of cool air on your now wet neck as he breathed out onto you. His entire body was pressing against you, trailing his hand up your side to grip your chin between his fingers he pulled your head to the side to look you in the eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight for me baby, always feels so good. How do you do it, hmm?” He questioned, nipping at your exposed throat, causing you to hum in response, unable to keep yourself up with your own strength, relying completely on his grip to keep you upright.

Noticing your stance faltering, he brought one hand down to grab your hips, and the other wrapped loosely around the base of your neck, keeping you from falling forward.

You found yourself babbling unintelligibly, “more, please more, need more, don’t stop.” He laughed at this, releasing his grip from your waist and reaching around to trace the outside of your throbbing clit.

You couldn’t stop the harsh and strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth as you arched your back and gave in to the delicious stimulation of his fingers on your clit as he fucked into you hard, his hand still holding you up by your throat.

Pushing your hips back to meet each of his hungry thrusts, feeling him slipping even deeper inside you with every one, you felt yourself becoming undone, not knowing how much longer you could hold on. As if he could hear your thoughts, he leaned back down and nibbled at the back of your neck, a rumbling sound in his chest forming as he started to talk.

“Cum for me. Now, kitten.” He growled into your ear, squeezing the sides of your throat, gently enough not to hurt, but enough for the pressure and lack of blood to make you dizzy.

At those words, you felt your release bubble up at a blinding rate. The familiar coil in your belly warning you that you wouldn’t be holding anything back this time. It travelled through your toes all the way to the top of your head, eyes rolling back as your words escaped you, only able to let out small contented moans as it worked through you. The orgasm was powerful enough to leave you shuddering on the bed before going fully slack, drained, and slumping over, ass barely propped up enough for Hoseok to continue seeking his own release.

Warm tingles settled in your fingers, toes and chest in the aftermath as he continued to fuck you through it, not taking long himself to spill inside you, cumming with a low groan, collapsing on to you and holding you close to him, chest heaving as his breaths came out in pants.

He stayed pressed up against you burying his face into the back of your head as he collected himself. The both of you stayed like this for some time, your breaths matching each other with a heavy rise and fall of your chests.

You felt his weight shift off of you as he picked himself off of your back, breaking the comfortable silence with a sudden moan as your walls clenched around him, pulling back slowly and watching as his cum trickled down the inside of your thighs.

You tried to shut them together, the feeling of it running out of you making you self-conscious. Noticing that you were getting shy and trying to hide it, he quickly flipped you over and grabbed your thighs, spreading them open.

Before you could react or ask what he was doing, his mouth latched onto you, his tongue darting into your folds, collecting the hot liquid that was trickling out. After concentrating on gathering what he could from inside you, he lifted his head and licked down your thighs, cleaning up the mess you had made.

Your head felt light and dizzy, giving in to the feeling, still reeling from your intense orgasm just minutes before. Not able to form coherent words, you let out soft moans and quiet yelps when he targeted your overly sensitive clit.

Your legs were shaking, both from the pleasure and the overstimulation as he continued to lap up your juices mixed with his cum, the lewd sounds he made as he swirled his tongue around your clit, dipping down to lick a thick stripe from the bottom back up and flattening his tongue to cover you completely.

“Hobi,” You managed, hands buried in his hair and twisting his dark locks between your fingers-both pushing and pulling him away simultaneously, seeking more yet unable to handle it.

Lifting his head up he looked up at you, his face glistening with your arousal, “You taste so good with my cum inside you, kitten. I could eat you out for days.” He dove back into you, making it a point to moan deeply, sending the vibrations coursing through your body.

Without warning, a second orgasm ripped through you, making your gip on his hair tighten, causing him to moan into you once again. The added sensation of his moan causing you to buck wildly into him. He grabbed your hips and pushed them down onto the bed, not letting his tongue leave your entrance, greedily devouring everything you had left to give.

As you calmed down and came back to your senses, he lifted his head and released you from his strong grip. He made a point of licking his lips and stretching, letting an exaggerated yawn slip past his lips.

Finally satisfied with his work, he reclaimed his side of the bed, huffing as his body settled back into the mattress a shit-eating grin plastered on his face and he watched you gather the covers and bring them over your naked forms.

“Mmm,” he breathed out, pulling you onto his chest and placing light kisses at the top of your head, “I love you so much, y/n.”

You smiled and nuzzled your head up against him, wanting to be as close to him as possible, craving his touch, a different kind from just moments ago, but still as intoxicating.

“I love you too, Hobi,” You admitted bashfully, your mind still in a haze from your second unexpected orgasm, focusing on your breathing and listening to his racing heartbeat as you made yourself comfortable in his hold.

You looked over at the clock once more, the morning rays now lighting up all corners of the room leaving nothing in the shadows.

9:07

Maybe one more hour of sleep. You thought to yourself as you slowly drifted off to sleep, warm and content in the arms of the man you loved.

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Greetings, I’ve had this idea at the back of my mind for quite some time now. I finally got around to writing it, I hope you enjoy!

Comments or feedback greatly appreciated, this is my first oneshot release ☺️💜

[dreamescapeswriting]

Tricksters ~ KNJ [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

GENRE: Fake dating, jealously, friends to lovers, first kiss, first I love you

PAIRING: Namjoon x Fem Reader

A/N: I made it a Namjoon imagine just because he doesn’t get a lot of requests, neither do the rest of them so I hope this is okay for you!! I’m sorry it’s so short! @rms-moonchild​

There was no huge secret that Namjoon had one of the biggest crushes possible on you, you knew it, BangPD knew it, all the boys knew it and you were pretty sure that even TXT knew about it too. The only problem with that though was that Namjoon would never do anything about it because he was far too scared and nervous about it. Namjoon was scared he would somehow ruin the friendship you had with him and the rest of the boys if he made a move...So he never did, as much as he wanted to he would just hold it back. Despite you making it abundantly clear that you had a crush on him as well he still wouldn't do anything. You'd been dropping many...many...many hints that you would like him to take you out but still, it was like talking to a brick wall. You'd even lost your patience once and asked him out on a date but Namjoon being Namjoon thought you were trying to hang out as friends and brought the boys along ruining the entire night you had planned.

"It's getting to the point where I think I need to write it down for him." You grumbled to Hoseok who was sitting beside you in the dorms. You were close with each of them so it was normal for you to just head to the dorms to hang out for a while. Hoseok chuckled as he shook his head at the thought of Namjoon, he was supposed to be the smartest one out of you all and yet he was still clueless about this.

"On big, giant, humungous cards so that he will finally get the hint," Hoseok added as he pushed some popcorn into his mouth but you began giggling shaking your head at the thought of it though.

"What?" Hoseok questioned turning his head to the side to see what was making you laugh so much but you only started to giggle harder,

"He'd still not get it though...Would he?" You groaned out as you laid down on the sofa with your head on Hoseok's lap. You were dressed in one of his hoodies and some shorts since you were staying over for the night and Hoseok stared down at you.

"I want to do something to grab his attention, m-make him see that I want him and no one else." Hoseok began to run his fingers up and down your skin to try and relax you a little but it wasn't working, if anything it only made your body relax while your brain went into overdrive. Your mind was going back to Namjoon making you overthink, maybe all of you were wrong. Maybe he didn't like you and it was all of you just imagining it in your heads.

"What if he doesn't like me that way? What if we're all wrong?" You were staring down at your hands as you picked apart one piece of popcorn Hoseok watching you disgusting as you ate the pieces you pulled off the kernel.

"Yes because I'm sure all of us who heard him cry out that he's in love with you got it wrong." You rolled your eyes throwing the popcorn kernel up at Hoseok. The boys had come straight to you when Namjoon told them he was in love with you, it was a weird day. They'd been celebrating their newest song when they decided to have a couple of drinks. That was when Namjoon revealed the song had been about his love for you and the struggles he had with it.

"This is serious, what if he doesn't like me that way..." Hoseok was about to say something when the door to the living room opened and Namjoon appeared, your head turned to look at him and your heart seemed to skip a beat. No matter how many times you locked eyes with him he could still make your heart sing out.

"Hey!" You yelled out excitedly as you sat up from Hoseok's lap to greet a tired-looking Namjoon who'd just come in from practice. His heart sunk when he saw how you and Hoseok were laid together on the sofa and that you were dressed in Hoseok's clothes. Normally Namjoon would come home to find you in his clothes since his were your favourite to wear in comparison to everyone else's.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned as he looked between you and Hoseok before you even had a chance to answer Hoseok wrapped his arm around your waist making Namjoon's heart sink deeper into the pit of his stomach.

"Y/n came to spend time with me, right babe?" Your headshot round to look at Hoseok in surprise and Namjoon's mouth fell open as he heard the nickname come from Hoseok. Namjoon could have sworn his heart was shattered onto the floor by now as soon as he heard Hoseok call you babe, everyone knew how he felt about you so why was Hoseok doing this to him? Hobi nudged your stomach as he stared into your eyes waiting for you to say something back to him,

"Y-Yeah, we're watching a movie right baby?" You looked at Hoseok as you began snuggling into him acting as though you were a couple together,

"You're dating?" Namjoon's voice cracked as he asked the question but you nodded your head at him. Now it felt as though someone was stomping on the pieces of his broken heart, he bit down on his tongue to try and pretend to be happy about it. Hoseok was his friend and if dating you was the thing that made him happy he had to respect that.

"How long?" You looked at Hoseok waiting for him to take over since this way his plan and you were just going along with it.

"Just a week-"

"Feels like just two seconds." You laughed awkwardly looking at Namjoon nervously as he nodded his head giving no signs on his face that he was effect by this but his ears were starting to turn a bright red colour which made you feel bad about this. Namjoon scratched the back of his neck trying to think of a way out of the living room when Hoseok looked up at him,

"Watch a movie with us Hyung? It'll be nice." Namjoon's eyes went to you, he could never say no to you so he nodded his head pointing in the direction of his room.

"I'll go shower first, I'm sweaty from practice." You hummed as you went to go and make more popcorn in the kitchen not wanting to have to act like a couple in front of him again. Namjoon turned to Hoseok to speak in your absence but he had no idea where to begin with any of what he was trying to say.

"You know I like her, w-why would you?" Hoseok raised his eyebrows as he looked up at Namjoon waiting for him to say something else about it but he never did. He just walked out of the room in the direction of his bedroom.

After three long and extremely awkward hours of sitting between Hoseok and Namjoon. Namjoon resting his hand on your knee while Hoseok had his arm wrapped around your waist, the entire night was uncomfortable and made you feel uneasy about 'dating' Hoseok just to try and make Namjoon do something. Both of you knew he wouldn't since he liked to put everyone else before himself.

Hoseok had disappeared to his room over an hour ago deciding he wanted to get some sleep and it was getting later, the second movie of the night had finished so you decided to sleep as well.

"Heading to bed?" Namjoon questioned as you got up from the sofa, you nodded your head as you stretched a little, bending backwards to try and crack your back.

"Yes, so move. The sofa is my bed." You laughed softly looking at him but Namjoon frowned as he wondered what you were talking about. He shook his head as he stood up and pointed to where Hoseok's room was,

"You're dating Hoseok, go share his bed." The look on Namjoon's face was enough for you to know he hadn't believed for a second that you and Hoseok were dating,

"What gave it away?" You mumbled to him as he started laughing to himself making you lay down on the sofa closing your eyes.

"The fact that every time Hoseok went to touch you or cuddle you you would get wide-eyed and start moving away." You groaned at him as Namjoon started to laugh harder and sit down, lifting your legs up so you could lay them across his lap.

"In my defence, it was his idea, I just went along with it because I was sick of someone not getting the hint." You said as you opened your eyes to look directly at Namjoon who seemed to be blushing more and more now. Sitting up you looked him dead in the eyes,

"So technically, this is your fault, Mr. Kim. Nam.Joon." You poked his chest after every syllable of his name and he chuckled softly as he shook his head at you. Licking his lips he stared down into your eyes,

"Ask me out on a date." You mumbled to him as you sat on his lap straddling your legs either side of his, he looked into your eyes as he ran his hands up your back slowly.

"Why? We already like each other so we could-" He tried to say something but you shook your head cutting him off.

"Ask me on a date." You repeated to him as you waited for him to ask you, he rolled his eyes playfully before finally asking the question you'd been waiting for this entire time.

"Will you go on a date with me?" You faked a shocked gasp in the most dramatic way you could possibly do and looked at him. Laying your hand on his chest you smiled,

"Why Namjoon! I never thought you would ask-" He shut you up by kissing you deeply not wanting to be teased for it any more than he knew he was going to from the boys. Wrapping his arms around your body he pressed your chest against his as he pulled your body close to his. Not for one second letting you go as he picked you up to carry you to his bedroom.

Tagline: @lyoongx​ @mitzwinchester​ @fan-ati--c​ @kneel-begyourpardon​ @taestannie​ @rjsmochii​ @bisexualmess007​ @innersooya​ @sw33tnight​ @sweeneyblue1​ @jin-from-the-block​

[deepdarkdelights]

What would the bouquet boys be as mythical creatures? I apologize if this question has already been asked!

Anon, this is hands down one of the best asks I have ever received.

Jin: A Vampire (in the literary sense, vampire means an older male that preys on a younger female)

Taehyung: A Siren (the way he lures the mc in, oof that's a siren to a T)

Namjoon: A Demon (notorious for making deals he fits right in)

Yoongi: A Manananggal (a vampire like creature that preys on pregnant women)

Jungkook: A Fae (it's not uncommon for them to kidnap humans and keep them as their prisoners)

Hoseok: A Nogitsune (a low ranking kitsune known for being a trickster)

Jimin: A Werewolf (half human half monster, the epitome of unpredictability and duality, much like Jimin)

[crushingonanime]

Jungkook is the ultimate prankster kookie.

Jin is world wide handsome.

Yoongi is silent but sexy

Namjoon is a destructive trickster

Jimin is a precious mochi

Taehyung has the smolder looks to kill anyone

Hoseok is the big ball of sunshine and positivity

BTS in a nutshell

[userhobi]

helloooo 💕 6, 8, 11, 22 and 23 for the desi army ask game? 🥺

Hello 🥺 thank you so much for asking! 💕

6. match a BTS member to fruit: mango, lychee, coconut, pineapple, papaya, tamarind, watermelon

I had the hardest time with this question...

mango - Hoseok because mango’s have a big stone in the middle and Hoseok’s heart is the biggest in the entire universe, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. (the alternate reason is because Yoongi said he wanted to be a stone in the next life and Hoseok would just hold him in his heart) Not that this is important but mango’s are my favorite fruit!

lychee - Jimin because he’s sweet and the thought of parting from him would be heartbreaking (lychee’s were banned in my house when i was younger because kids were choking on the jelly cups? and i never recovered from that trauma)

coconut - Jungkook simply because he had what i perceive to be a coconut head hairstyle during in the soop 😭

pineapple - Yoongi ONLY BECAUSE according to google pineapples are economically significant plants and Yoongi described himself in relation to BTS as Adam Smiths’s invisible hand.

papaya - Namjoon because papaya’s are described as soft and fleshy 😭 .. don’t look at me

tamarind - Taehyung because he can be sweet but tangy too. Also he looks so good in brown :((((

watermelon - Jin (because of these gifs) He was born to wear pink!

8. what do you like to eat with your rice?

i love meat 😭 so beef, chicken and also shrimp 🦐 and eggs 🍳.

11. which desi artist (could be an actor/performer/singer from any south asian diaspora background) do you want to see in a BTS mv?

It would have to be ZAYN. I want a collab so bad.... Like i know once Rapline and Zayn collab on a song the lyrics would be insane and send me immediately to my deathbed. Just the thought of Taehyung and Zayn’s voices harmonizing!!! But i’ll take a music video appearance too as ZAYN is part of the vocal and visual line

22. what is the first word or phrase you would share with BTS in your language?

agh this is so hard !! but there’s a phrase in Bangla for when there is a sun shower (aka when its sunny but its also raining)

The phrase is খ্যাকশিয়ালের বিয়ে - Khêkshialer biye (more commonly shiyaler-biye) which literally translates to Jackal's (or fox's) wedding

i’m note entirely sure why sun showers are associated with “trickster” animals. Maybe because we think these animals would only get married under special circumstances? But one of my favorite art pieces is based off of this phenomenon. 

23. which BTS member would you introduce to your parent(s)?

this question is so funny because i wouldn’t do this LMAOO. If I had to it would probably be Jimin because i don’t think any (person) parent could not love Jimin. I feel like they would just automatically think he was cute and want to feed him, as they should. 😌

Thank you again for asking 💕💕💕💕 and thank you @namjoonsbengaligf for making this ask!! The talent really popped out! I had so much fun answering :)))

[britishloaf]

Onto The Sea Dwellers. It’s Hobi And Yoongi. Thank The Fucking Gods That Their Names Are Valid Troll Names, I Wouldn’t Know How To Name Them.

We Got Hyperactive Bitch,

And Destructive Emperor Boy. I Wanted To Give Yoongi A Headpiece But That Was Too Difficult For My Pea Brain To Accomplish.

Also A Little Bonus Doodle Because I Personally Love This Duo And Their Dynamic.

OH SHIT, IMAGINE A TRICKSTER!HOSEOK. That’d Be Like, Acid On Acid. LSD x2 Combo. Man, Hoseok.

[hobidreams]

10 biases tag!!

thank you so much for the tag @underthejoon, @baebae-goodnight​, & @interludeshadow​ !! this was tons of fun ✨✨

Rules: Write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions.

(im really not gonna admit to how much time it took to decide this list...)

Hoseok

Namjoon

Seokjin

Yoongi

Ten

Jungkook

Taehyung

Jimin

Seungkwan

.... Lucas........ 🤔

1. between 1&4 who would you rather kiss?

.... i hate this already FDSALKJ sorry Hobi but i gotta test out that ‘Yoongi kisses like he raps’ theory.... 🤣 

2. between 2&7 who would be your best friend?

this is hard!!!! oh gosh. idk i’m kind of Tae around some of my friends so idk how two of us would function together LOL. okay maybe Namjoon. 

3. between 5&10 who has the better voice?

Ten 🥰 i love his voice! it’s so calming.

4. between 1&8 who is the funniest?

omg ummmm Jimin’s like trickster funny while Hobi just makes me laugh so hard with how adorable he is so idk asfdkj probably Hobi? i’m always smiling while i watch him on Run eps.

5. between 6&9 who would you date?

i honestly dont think Jungkook & i would work LOL. we’re too different 🤣 my squish Seungkwan it is 💞

6. between 9&10, who would you do a collaboration with?

i would love the opportunity to sing with Seungkwan 🥺 i love his voice so much.

7. between 4&8 who is the best dancer?

Jimin! watching Jimin dance is truly such a pleasure 😍

8. between 3&5 who would you most likely marry?

Seokjin. hands down. i would pick Seokjin over anyone on this list bc i think he & i are the most compatible LOL. it’s why i always call him husband 🤣

9. between 1&7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

hobi 🥺🥺🥺🥺 he is babie

10. between 2&3 who has the better smile?

.......................... joon dimples. but the way jinnie’s face lights up w his soft cheeks. DON’T ASK ME TO DECIDE I CAN’T. 

11. between 6&8 who would you vacation with?

oooooh honestly both would be a fun time!!!! but i’ll prob pick Jungkook bc he would be fun to room with (and clean lol....)

tagging anyone who wants to do this 💞💞💞💞

[sugar-petals]

can you do a tarot reading on what they're looking for in a partner ty x

speed reading. let’s look at the important qualities they admire.

jin: 10 OF WANDS — hard, hard worker. never pleased, ever striving. someone who’s got a sense of ambition and doing their own thing. a strong body and high standards. an athlete comes to mind.

jimin: THE EMPRESS (reverse) — a person with more strict, or somewhat meticulous, tough qualities. not an in your face sensuality, rather subtle. someone who can encourage him if he’s insecure, too.

yoongi: 10 OF SWORDS — someone who understands his worries. similarly introverted. experience is essential, this person must have seen the absolute lows in life. they have to get his struggle.

namjoon: THE DEVIL — unafraid of taboos. able to engage in candid debates, very erotic and daring personality. provocative and intense, teases him constantly. joon, in short, is looking for a pervert 🤓

taehyung: 9 OF SWORDS — a sensitive person who is very dreamy and sleepy which he thinks is super cute. when it comes down to it, taehyung wants a person to lean on him when they are afraid. 

jk: 7 OF SWORDS — cheeky guy or gal. agile humor and wit generally. sort of like a trickster god which he finds immensely entertaining. sb. avoiding conflict, solving problems with smartness.

hoseok: WHEEL OF FORTUNE — a person like a jack of all trades. travelling here and there, a thousand and one interests to talk about. book worm. a bit mysterious. whimsical and unpredicable.

see also: ideal type details (looks, country)