#yes this is about hobie brown bye

[vhstown]

it's ok baby don't listen to them (me to the fake version of a fictional character i made in my head when someone says something that's not in line with what i believe / headcanon them to be like)

[in-a-nook-with-a-notebook]

Use Your Words

Franchise: Marvel (Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x male reader (reader's pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, sub!Miguel, dom!reader, office sex, door unlocked, loud Miguel, breeding kink, Miguel has a praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, anal fingering, reader referred to as sir, Miguel's claws, Miguel's fangs, minor degradation, minor angst (reader's been worried about Miguel), fluffy aftercare

Summary: Miguel had been teasing you all day, the little shit. You knew that he knew damn well what he was doing. And he knew exactly what would happen when you caught him alone that night.

A/N: Requested by an irl of mine @sixatrocities ! This is my first smut that I'm actually posting so bear with me (is it still considered a one shot when it's over 3k words??) also I myself do NOT speak Spanish (English, French and a bit of Italian but not Spanish) so most of what Miguel says is directly from Google Translate and I'm so sorry if I messed up - this was also written as though Miguel’s suit is like a physical one as opposed to what I assume is nanotech somehow in the movie

You’re in a meeting with various other members of the Spider Society. This includes Jessica, Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Peter and Mayday. And of course, you, Miguel and Lyla. You lean back in your chair at one end of the long table, farthest from where Miguel is at the other end. He’s mostly stopped his teasing, other than shooting you mischievous looks from across the table when no one’s paying attention.

“Any questions?” Miguel says finally, having finished his explanation about the next mission. You know he can feel your gaze burning into him, but he pointedly ignores it. No one says anything, clearly satisfied with the information given.

“Class dismissed,” you say sarcastically. Everyone begins to leave without a word. You turn your eyes on Miguel’s AI. “Lyla, take the night off,” you say. “I need to… discuss some things with Miguel. One on one.”

As Lyla blips out, Miguel swallows hard, finally looking up at you.

“You guys alright?” Peter asks on his way out.

“We’re fine, Pete,” you say, your gaze trained on Miguel’s. His eyes are dilated so much you can’t discern the black of his pupils from the brown of his irises as he scans your face. “Don’t worry about it. Have a goodnight, man, say hi to MJ for me.”

“…Alright,” he replies, though he sounds slightly unsure. “Say bye, Mayday.”

You turn to look at the young redhead, a sweet smile crossing your face as you wave to her. You nod to Peter as he slips out the door.

And then there were two.

“Y/N-”

“Miguel,” you say, your voice bordering on a warning. You slowly cross the room to where he’s standing at the wall. He begins to back away when you get too close, backing up so far that he ends up pressed between you and the wall. You place your palm flat on his broad chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your fingertips.

“What was that?”

“What, er, what was what?” He asks in a tight voice. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back again.

“You know exactly what you were doing, O’Hara.”

Miguel’s breath hitches in his throat. “I’m-”

“We’ve talked about this, haven’t we?”

Miguel nods quickly. “Mhm.”

“So you know what comes next, then, hm?”

He nods again. “Mhm.”

“Your office,” you state. “Now.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

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You follow close behind Miguel as the two of you walk back to Miguel’s office. You say hello in passing to some of the people you pass, like Ben and Margo, prolonging how long Miguel has to wait for the consequences of his actions.

When you reach the office, Miguel moves to lock the door behind the two of you. You catch his wrist before he can touch the doorknob.

“No,” you say.

“But-”

“Miguel.”

“…Yes, sir.”

You gesture for him to go to his desk and you notice him shift his suit a little. You follow him to the desk. He turns around to say something, but you pin him between you and the desk before he can get a word out, his hands bracing himself on the edge of the surface. The proximity gives you both some friction between your respective suits. Miguel sucks in a breath when you grind against him, chewing on his bottom lip. You can see his sharp fangs outlined against his soft pink lip while he watches you carefully.

“You can’t be a tease in the middle of a meeting, baby,” you say in a low voice.

“I’m sorry,” Miguel says breathlessly.

“No you aren’t,” you murmur. “That was bad, Miguel.”

“I’ll be good,” he says desperately. “Por favor, señor, I’ll be good for you.”

You raise an eyebrow in challenge and feel him practically melt underneath you. “Take the suit off, sweetheart.” You step back to allow him to free himself from the confines of his suit. He’s soon left in his boxers, watching you for his next instructions.

“So handsome…” you whisper. You step towards him again, ghosting your fingers over his warm bare skin. He shivers under your touch. “Just begging to be fucked, aren’t you?” You hook a finger under the waistband of his underwear. A whine escapes his lips before he can stop it. “Use your words, baby boy.”

“Please,” he whimpers.

“Please what, Miguel?”

He squirms a little under your hand. “Please fuck me, I need you inside me…”

You guide him back to the desk, framing his body as he leans against it. You can feel his hard, clothed cock against your covered crotch. He tries to grind against you, desperate for a little more friction, but you gain bruising grip on his hips, holding him in place.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

“Por favor, señor, necesito tu polla dentro de mí,” Miguel begs.

“Patience, darling,” you say. You reach around Miguel’s broad frame and push everything off his desk. He looks like he’s about to object, his mouth opening to say something, but the look you give him tells him to keep it to himself. “We’ll fix it later,” you assure him quickly. His tense body relaxes a little.

In mere moments, you rid yourself of your own suit, reaching for the secret compartment of one of the drawers of Miguel’s desk. The two of you have fucked in his office on more than one occasion, so he keeps some condoms around just in case. As you move to withdraw one, Miguel’s thick fingers curl around your wrist. You look back at him.

“Miguel?” You say in a teasingly questioning tone.

“Just your cock,” he whispers. You drop the condom and close the drawer without looking away from him.

“You want me to breed you,” you say. Miguel chews on his lip nervously but he nods.

“Yes, fuck, please.”

“You love the idea of that, don’t you?” You mutter, leaning close to his face. “The thought of being fucked full of my cum to have my kids? Is that what you want?”

Miguel whimpers as you press yourself against him. “Y-Yes, sir…”

A smirk crosses your face. “Good boy.” Your hand moves upwards to thread your fingers into Miguel’s hair. You tug his head back and a gasp tumbles from his lips. Your lips attack his neck, sucking hickeys from the bottom of his jaw down to his collarbone. As you move further down, your lips attach to one of his nipples. A sharp whine escapes him, his body arching into you. He grips your shoulders.

“Fuck,” he whimpers.

One of your hands, the one that had been hooked under his waistband, slips into his boxers, gently grabbing his hard cock while your mouth stays on his chest.

“Ay, dios mío,” he moans. “Please, sir, fuck me, I need your cock so bad, please…!”

You tug his boxers down around his ankles, letting his dick spring free of its confines. Miguel kicks them away as you shed yours too. You stick three fingers in Miguel’s mouth.

“Suck,” you order. That skillful tongue of his swirls around your digits, watching you in desperation. You stroke your cock a few times while you watch Miguel. “Such a good boy for me, baby. So obedient.” You take your fingers away. “Lay back on the desk,” you tell him.

He shifts to sit on the edge of the desk, wincing at the feeling of the cold surface under his bare ass, then lays down on his back, his legs spreading automatically for you. You run one of your wet fingers around his puckered hole and he shivers. You push one finger into his entrance and Miguel moans loudly at the feeling, gripping the edge of the desk above his head.

“So tight for me, darling, so perfect,” you murmur. You pump your finger in and out of his hole, soon adding the second one. Miguel’s mouth falls open, his moans getting more and more high-pitched with your every move. You curl and scissor your fingers inside him and soon his legs are trembling on either side of you. “Can’t wait to breed this tight hole of yours, fuck…” You add your third finger and Miguel already looks like he could cum.

“You think you’re ready?” You ask him.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Use your words, baby boy. Please what?”

Miguel whines as you withdraw your fingers. “Please breed me, I need it!”

You quickly grab a little bottle of lube from the desk drawer, coating your dick in the cold substance. You toss the bottle to the side when you’re finished with it. You place one of Miguel’s legs over your shoulder, lining your shaft up with his entrance.

You push in slowly, watching Miguel for any signs of discomfort. His sharp claws dig into your back. His eyes roll back and his lips part, letting out one of the most beautiful moans you’ve ever heard.

“Good boy, such a good boy, taking me so well,” you say, making sure every inch of you is inside his hole.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so big…”

“You can take it, I know you can,” you say as you bottom out. Miguel whimpers. You stay still for a few moments to let him adjust. When he looks up at you with red-tinted, lust filled eyes, you watch him.

“Move,” he whispers. “Please.”

“As you wish.”

You thrusts start slow, but once you start to see your dick bulging in his stomach, you increase your speed. Miguel’s loud moans fill the air, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin while you fuck into him. You rest your hand over his stomach bulge. “This what you wanted?” You ask. “Wanted me to fuck you like a needy little whore to be bred?” You thrust into him particularly roughly, eliciting another moan from him.

“S-Sí, señor- ah, fuck…!”

“You just wanna be filled up with my cum, don’t you? Wanna have my kids, huh?”

“Please, please, please,” Miguel begs breathlessly.

“This tight little ass of yours is gonna be my personal cum dump,” you state with a sharp snap of your hips. You can tell from the moan he releases and the way he grips your shoulders that you hit his prostate. “That feel good? You like it when I say I’m gonna fill you up?”

He almost looks like he’s in a haze as he reaches towards his cock. You slap his hand away. “No touching,” you growl, hitting his prostate again.

“P-Please, sir, I’m- I’m so close!”

“Oh yeah?” You taunt. “Gonna cum without your dick touched?” You emphasize each word with a sharp thrust.

“Señor, por favor, es demasiado!”

“Take it, you little slut,” you growl, gripping his hips in a way that’ll leave bruises. “Gonna fuck you so full of my cum, baby boy.”

“Please, please, I need to cum…!”

“Cum for me, Miguel,” you order, moving one of your hands to wrap around his cock.

It takes only one stroke from you and he’s screaming your name, cumming all over his chest and your hand. The feeling of his hole clenching around your cock almost sends you over the edge, but not yet. You work him through his orgasm, stroking his shaft as you milk him. Your hand doesn’t cease its movements after he’s finished. He begins to squirm underneath you.

“Señor,” he whines. “Es demasiado, I can’t take anymore!”

“You can and you will,” you state, once again increasing the speed of your thrusts. You can feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten.

“Señ- oh, mi maldito dios!” He exclaims when you swipe your thumb over the sensitive tip of his cock. “Santa mierda!”

“I’m close, baby, you’re doing so well for me,” you say in a low voice, fucking him with everything you’ve got. “You’re gonna take it all and you’re not gonna spill a drop, got that?”

“Sí, sí, sí- oh mierda… jodidamente arruinarme…!”

All you have left in you to say is growling out curses as you get yourself off with Miguel’s hole. Your hand is no longer on his cock, but bending his legs so his knees are up to his chest, giving you an even better angle at his prostate.

“Y/N, sir, please!” Miguel shouts. “Please, cum inside me, please…!”

With your hand on his stomach again, you feel the coil in your stomach snap. Your thrusts falter. “Fuck, Miguel!” You yell, burying your cock to the hilt in his ass, cumming harder than you have in a while. You can feel Miguel squirming underneath you, his hole clenching around you as he cums again suddenly. He’s trembling beneath you. Your balls drain, your cum painting his insides white. You see a bulge in his stomach where your cum is and feel a sense of satisfaction. You stay inside him for a moment, revelling in the feeling of having bred him.

“Good boy,” you say in a low tone. “Gonna keep that all inside, sweet boy?”

“Yes, sir,” Miguel murmurs, looking thoroughly fucked out. His claws retract and his hands drop to his sides. Your shoulders burn where his claws had dug into your skin, but you’ve always loved getting to see the marks he leaves behind.

“Good boy, Miguel, so good for me.”

You lean down and press a deep kiss to his soft lips. Your tongue pokes into his mouth, feeling his fangs. You grin into the kiss. When you pull away, he takes your hand that had been jacking him off and licks off the excess cum that had been left when he had climaxed, and damn if it wasn’t one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.

“Let’s go home and get you cleaned up, babe,” you say gently.

You carefully help Miguel to his feet, finding his boxers on the floor. You have to help him back into them, considering he can barely move or walk properly. You help him out his suit back on as well. He hisses at the feeling of his oversensitive cock rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. You tug on your boxers and your suit as well. You know you’ll have to wash or replace both of your suits, considering there’s likely cum all over the inside of Miguel’s now, but how else were the two of you supposed to talk back to your apartment? Naked?

As tempting as it is to show everyone that Miguel isn’t so scary under the right circumstances, you wouldn’t do that to him. Plus, you’d like to keep that sight for yourself.

You have to support Miguel as the two of you walk, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Anyone who questions his stiff movements look to you for an answer. “Rough mission,” you reply with a smirk.

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Miguel leans against the wall next the door to your shared apartment, waiting for you to dig out your key. You do about 75% of the Macarena to locate it, jamming it in the keyhole and letting the two of you in. You lock the door behind you when you’re both inside.

“How you feeling, hot stuff?” You tease gently, giving Miguel a once-over.

“Sticky,” he admits quietly.

You grimace. “Sorry. Shower?”

“Can’t stand properly,” he says, a tone of humour in his voice even though you can tell he’s still feeling pretty stiff.

“Bath?” You suggest. He nods tiredly.

Miguel uses the wall to hold himself up as the two of you make your way to the bathroom. You walk more quickly so as to get the water running. While the tap is on, the water warming up, you move to help Miguel get rid of his suit again. You set it by the door so you can remember to wash it later. You do the same with your own. As you help Miguel out of his boxers, he sucks in a breath through his teeth; his cock is still sensitive and you’d just accidentally brushed it with your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“’S’alright,” he mumbles. He turns his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the heel of your hand. You smile at him, then finish helping him undress. You set his underwear aside with his suit, again doing the same with your own.

You lean forward and softly connect your lips with Miguel’s in a loving kiss.

“I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you too, mi vida.”

“In all seriousness, though, are you alright?”

“Soy perfecto, querido,” he says assuringly. “A little achy, maybe, but I’m alright.”

“If I ever go to far-”

“I’ll tell you. Promise.” He kisses you again.

The two of you slip into the warm water, Miguel resting between your legs and leaning his back against your chest. You press a kiss to the back of his ear and he hums contentedly.

“Comfortable?” You ask. Miguel nods.

You help him clean up the mess you’d both made, happy to feel him relax under your touch. He’s been tense all the time. Any moment of comfort and rest you can bring him, you’ll do it. As much as you love him, he’s been off for a while now, always tense and grumpy. Nothing you couldn’t handle, but it still worried you. He wasn’t always like this.

You had your suspicions as to why - or, rather, who - was making him feel like this, but you knew you shouldn’t mention her. She’d deny it a thousand times over, and you weren’t sure Miguel would believe you either.

“You’re safe, my love,” you say quietly, wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you.” He pauses for a moment, then he tenses. “Oh, shit, my desk-”

“We’ll go back, it’s okay,” you answer quickly. You reach one hand up and run your fingers through his hair. His posture softens, leaning comfortably against your chest again. “We’ll clean up that mess after we’re done with this one. Okay?”

He nods slowly. “Okay.” His eyes close a little; he’s tired, and you know it. He’s been tired for a long time. 

“Tell you what,” you say. “I’d say we’re pretty much cleaned up, so how about we dry off and you curl up in bed, and I’ll go back and fix your desk.”

“But-”

“I know how you organize it,” you reassure him. “And I’ll swing there and back, so I won’t be gone long. Is that okay?” Miguel hesitates. “Baby, you need rest,” you remind him, gently rubbing his arm.

He sighs tiredly but he nods. You kiss the nape of his neck. He leans his head back to rest on your shoulder, looking at you with exhausted brown eyes.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you tease softly. He grins lazily.

“Hi.”

[cuddl3s4shur1]

•𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐄•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Hobie Brown x F! Y/N

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:As you and hobie finish your after care,he starts mocking you . Causing you to challenge him

𝐀/𝐍:Live Love Tiktok for giving me ideas, i dont feel like writting lowkey

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: A little flirt, a little sexual tension. Smut??? ,Some fluff a little

You had just finished doing your routine after sex. Hobie was in the bed yall shared in some basketball shorts with no shirt.

You sighed as you left the bedroom bathroom, you turned the light off and came into the room with some comfortable clothes.

You sit on top of the covers not paying attention to Hobie or his show. You take your phone on the charger and start to scroll and look through your messages.

You and your friend where talking about some drama on Insta and tiktok. You where confused so you had to look back

“What he did was mad crazy” you said as you join the group chat face time

“Where you been” Your friend Christy had questioned you

“I been doing stuff” you tell her

“IM STUFF” he shouted so they could hear you

You had eye rolled at his comment

“Well I can tell he wants my attention even if he just had it, so bye” you told the girls and hanged up

“Hobie, is there something that you need?” you ask him

“Not even capping, when you was on it like “ uh uh uh uh “ he said mocking you .

You started to eye roll at his comment

“Or you was like mmmm” hobie told you as he started to laugh st him mocking your moans

“Oh Hobie you were moaning to you where like “oh baby you’re doing so well” you tell him .

“Just like that baby” you continued to mock his moans in a seductive manner. Hobie was starting to enjoy causing him to slowly get turned on based off of you comments

“Fuckk y/n you’ll be the death of me” you mocked at him . You where originally paying attention to him until you saw he was trying to keep himself together

“What’s wrong baby, did my voice turn you on” you asked him concerned like you didn’t already know the answer

“Y/n you already know don’t you” he tells you in a husky harsh voice

“Know what” you question him

“Know it turned me on stop playing dumb” he told you his voice got more demanding

“Well what do you want me to do” you ask him

“I want you to try a new challenge I made for you” he told you with a smirk

When it came to hobie and his challenges he loved making them hard for you knowing you where going to fail so he can see how you try hard not fail

“I want to see how long you can go without letting out a moan” he told you. He started to hint you coming over to sit on his hip

“Ok that should be easy-“ you said before getting cut off from Hobie moving his hip in a circle

“Is it easy now” Hobie asked in a low whisper trying to get seductive at you.

“Why are you all quiet now baby ? Come on I thought you wanted to talk” he told you and smiled knowing it was going to be hard for you to get words out.

“Well what do you want to talk about” your voice was shake my trying your best

“Can you not handle this ? I thought it was easy” he asked you

“It is” you told him

“It’s nice to see how hard your trying not to moan when I hadn’t done anything just yet” he said as he start to laugh

“It’s not going to be that hard” you say with confidence

“You know that Beyoncé song, “ he asks you

“ Everybody on mute” he sings to him

“That’s gonna be you” he rhymes and sings playfully

���I know you did not just quote Beyoncé while where about to fuck” you laugh

“And did” he laughed

“I can’t believe I got hit by the sassy men apocalypse“ you would eye roll would throw in a gallon

“sassy no. Serving Cunt Yes“ he said the last part flirting with you

“Whaat hobie your scaring me“ you twll him

“scaring you am I? Just the way I like to fuck“ He smiles

Your eyes would go widen

“I do enjoy it , thats why i challenged you“

“Yeah and im going to win“

“Yeah well really see who can go 𝐎𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 the longest“

[mewhenimanangel]

arrogant, hobie brown

pairing: hobie brown x reader

synopsis: you couldn’t stand hobie. he was so arrogant and always thinks his way is the best and only way

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: swearing, weed, nsfw, oral sex (f and m receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex

currently you were curled up on hobie's couch watching as miles and pav played one of his dimensions’ video games. you giggled at how rowdy they were getting while gwen tried to calm them down. hobie dangled upside down on his chair telling them they were doing it all wrong.

you became a spider person not too long ago, about ten months now when a spider fell on your arm and bit you while you were out shopping. when your uncle ben died you were devastated until you had to fight his killer. except it wasn’t his killer from your universe. an orange and purple wormhole popped in out of nowhere and a muscular man jumped through to help you defeat him.

after that he told you all about spider society and invited you in. you quickly became the best of friends with miles, gwen, and pavitr. hobie, not so much. you wouldn’t say you hated him, you still considered him a friend but he was annoying. so caught up in his punk way of life he always thought what he was doing was the right way of doing things. it even caused a bit of trouble on missions.

speaking of mission…”nah mate, i took goblin down like bang! so quick no problems” hobie told pav. you scoffed at his retelling of the story. “something funny, love?” hobie glanced at you. “yeah, that lie you just told” you chuckled. “pardon?” “there was not ‘no problems’! we almost blew the mission thanks to your arrogant ass” you rolled your eyes sitting up right.

“arrogant?!” hobie exclaimed, rising from his chair. “yes! you literally threw the bomb at goblin even though it could’ve killed all those people!” you said getting up from your chair as well. “oh my days! but i didn’t. cannot believe you are still stuck on that” he moved closer to you. “i know what i’m doing sweetheart” “yeah i’m sure you do” you scoffed staring up at his face. you two stayed like that for a minute, silently challenging each other to say something until gwen coughed making you snap out of it.

“i’m going to the bathroom” you rolled your eyes moving through hobie’s hallways. when you got back from the bathroom the rest of them were gone and hobie was on his couch tuning his guitar. he was leaned back with his long legs spread, joint in hand. the way his dim lights casted a shadow on his face and over his faded eyes made him look so fucking sexy. “i got something on my face?” he chuckled, looking over at you.

you rolled your eyes “where’d they all go?” you asked him. “went back to their dimensions, gwendy had bit of an emergency and miles needed to get home ‘fore those parents of his chew his head off” he answered, taking a hit. “okay, well bye then” you mumbled about to open your watch to tune it to your universe. “hold on, you don’t want a smoke?” hobie asked holding out the blunt to you. you thought it over for a moment before taking it from him.

“knew i could get you to stay” he smirked as you sat down next to him. “whatever” you said taking another hit, leaving lipgloss on the blunt. “why d’you hate me so much, love?” he turned his head to you leaning it back on the chair. “cause you’re annoying” “think you’re just uptight” he teased, taking the blunt from you. he loved to upset you you were so cute when you were mad, it did something to him.

“god you’re so fucking a-“ “arrogant? yeah what’s all that about, you really think i’m arrogant princess?” he was getting closer and closer to your face, eyes flicking down to your lips that were positioned in a scowl. “yes, you’re an annoying, arrogant, thinks he knows it all son of a bitch-“ you were interrupted by hobie’s lips crashing into yours.

his guitar was discarded to the ground as his hands snaked around your neck. “love it when you degrade me princess” he whispered, catching your lips again. “you’re sick” you spat, feeling him smirk against your mouth. he pulled you on his lap and pulled away from the kiss to take a hit from the blunt. he put it to the side in an ashtray and grabbed your face bringing it closer to his mouth. he shotgun the smoke into your mouth before pulling you back into the kiss. “why’ve we never done this? i would have my tongue in your pretty mouth 24/7 if i could” you hummed a little hearing his words.

you weren’t in your spider costumes so it made it so much easier for him to rip your t shirt off throwing it across the room. you were left with your bare tits and hobie was staring at you like it was his first time seeing a woman. “fuck babe you been hiding all this? you’re fucking fit” he said moving a hand out to fondle your breast and tug at your nipple, earning a moan from you.

he smirked before pulling your chest closer to his mouth, latching onto your boob while his fingers groped at its twin. his hand was so rough against you, squeezing tight while his teeth grazed against your nipple. you moaned out in ecstasy, hand shooting out to his hair. you felt his dick growing stiff underneath you and you leaned back to climb off his lap and on your knees.

you reached out to undo his layered belts “do you really need all this?” you rolled your eyes pulling down his jeans. “you keep rolling those eyes like i won’t have them rolling back in a few minutes.”

he said pulling his shirt off. you admired his soft ab line littered with scars and tattoos, his veiny v line on display. you tugged his penis out of his boxers, dick springing to life standing at seven inches. you ogled at its pretty dark skin color with a blush colored tip, veins stretching down it with a very slight curve to the right.

“pretty, innit” he chuckled. he loved the way your pretty manicured hand tightly wrapped about his length. you licked his tip, smirking at the sharp inhale you heard from him. you sunk your mouth down the head of his dick, using your hand to jerk him off. his hand snaked down to your hair, grabbing a handful and using it to push your mouth down further. it threw you off a bit but you found your footing again letting your tongue work over him. you moved your other hand to squeeze at his balls, taking his whole length into your mouth.

he jumped a bit feeling his tip hit the back of your throat, was that a whimper you just heard? he brushed your hair out of your face looking at your sultry eyes staring back at him. “you look so good like this, with my cock in your mouth. taking me so well, keep that up i won’t be able to last much l-longer”

you felt proud that you had this effect on him, the ability to make him stutter. “i bet this what you wanted the whole time. all that barking when all you really wanted was a good fuck” he pushed your head down further, the tip of your nose brushing against his pubic hair. “f-fuck keep working that pretty mouth baby, m’close” he groaned. “fuck pretty girl, m’gonna cum” he moaned out. and so he did, you took your mouth off him watching as his cum flowed down his dick.

you stuck your tongue out licking up and down his dick, taking any last drop of cum into your mouth. “bloody hell y/n, who knew you were so slutty” he teased, pulling you back in his lap. he pulled your head smushing his lips against yours, tongue slithering its way in your mouth. you reached for his hand and brought it to the top of your shorts, moaning when he pressed on your clit through your clothes.

“tell me what you want, love” he whispered against your neck, sucking to leave a bruise. “fuck hobes i want you to touch me!” you whined, grinding against his dick. “‘course you do baby, who wouldn’t” he smirked pushing you to your feet, laying back on the sofa. “what are you doing?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him. “want you to ride my face, doll” he smirked at the way your face got hot. “a-are you sure? what if i suffocate you or something” you giggled. “then i’ll die a happy man” he smiled.

you pulled off your shorts, panties coming down with it. “damn you’re perfect. don’t get me wrong that spider suit makes you look fit but damn the real thing is even better.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you to straddle his waist. “just come ahead baby, i’ll be fine” you followed his instructions and crawled over his face, hovering in nervousness. he grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his face, burying it deep in your cunt. a moan ripped out you when you felt his tongue lick against your entrance.

you resisted the urge to grind your hips against his face but he roughly gripped your hips forcing them to ride. he licked and sucked at your pussy while you subtly rode against his face. he squeezed against the curve of your ass pushing you down as far as you could go as if you could fuse to his mouth. you felt so vulnerable sitting above his gaze, perfect view of your tits and your squirming face.

the way his nose pressed against your clit while his tongue lapped at your pussy was sending you over the edge. “h-hobes m’gonna cum!” you moaned out. he rubbed circles against your thigh and you reached your orgasm, sending cum all over his mouth. you caught your breath, leaning over on the chair bar before you crawled back down to hobie’s waist. “you’re fucking delicious, love” he leaned up to catch your mouth in a kiss.

he held you in his laps, arms wrapping around you while your tongues danced around in your mouth. he flipped you over to lay you down on the couch, fully removing his boxers. “ion got rubber though” he told you “just pull out” you told him. he was still hard and he lined his dick up with your entrance, gently pushing himself inside you.

it got less gentle from there, skin slapping and your loud moans drowned the noise out from hobie’s noisy world. “fuck babe, you’re milking me dry” he groaned, reaching his hand down to play with your nipple other hand on the chair bar to hold him steady. he leaned down to kiss you again and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. the new found angle made his dick hit right on your g-spot. “fuck hobie! harder” you cried out in his ear. he roughly thrust into you making the couch squeak. he was sure he’d hear some complaints from his neighbors, but what the hell does he care.

your nails dug into his back leaving scratch marks down it. “h-hobie, i’m gonna cum” you whined. “go ahead beautiful” you came, eyes rolling back in your head as you heaved out a satisfied sigh. “not done yet babe” hobie kept going, quickly pulling out when he felt himself close.

he jerked himself for a second before shooting cum on your stomach, throwing his head back in satisfaction. he smiled back down at you “still hate me love?” you scoffed hiding the smile that dared to show on your face. “i’ll let you think that over” he laughed getting up and tugging his boxers back on.

he came back to clean the cum off your stomach and wipe the smudged lipgloss and runny mascara off your face. “you want a shower?” he asked holding your hand and helping you up. “that’s okay, i should head home anyway.” you answered putting back on your shorts. “if you say so. should do this again, like all the time” he smirked at you. “thought you don’t believe in consistency” you teased him tugging on your t shirt.

“only if it’s with you” he said as you opened the portal to your dimension, walking in.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

You tell Hobie about your crush on him.

The next day, DiscoSpider is walking towards you.

What could she want, of all things? Was she going to confront you? Was Diane going to get all pissy about someone other than her liking Hobie too?

The look on her is stern. You expect something snarky or jealous - but no.

She has a gift for you.

It's a folder of notes. About Hobie.

"I have a PowerPoint presentation too, if that makes it easier." She says. She's here to tell you everything you need to know about Hobie and being a fan of his.

You chuckle nervously.

She's explaining to you how he likes his Earl Grey. She has an annotated binder of his lyrics that she'd like to decode with you 🥺 Do you wanna join her Hobie Brown lyric-analysis-club? (please say yes)

What's your t-shirt size? She'll have to get you a band tee for you to wear to the concert. You're coming to his concert, right?

If you are, you should come a bit early. Gwen told Diane about k-pop fan chants last week and now she's written some for Hobie so please come early so you can practice the fan-chants ☺️ It'll make her very happy.

Also HERE - You should totally read these super cool, super technical anarchist political theory books! And of course we need to get you your own copy of the Anarchist Cookbook. She's dog-earred Hobies favorite passages to reference.

You are overwhelmed. Your arms are sore and full of books. This girl is crazy.

"Uhh, why are you doing this?" You ask.

"Well, you said you liked Hobie. And I like Hobie. And Hobie deserves the best fans in the world - so we have to stick together, y'know. He needs all the help he can get and deserves the best fans in the world! ☺️ Do you agree? 👀"

You nod, afraid of what she might do if you said 'No.'

"Does Hobie know you have all this?" You ask.

Diane's face goes blank. She stops and looks you in the eye.

"No." She says. "And I don't like snitches."

There's a beat of silence between the two of you. You think she's serious.

"Anyway, can't wait to see you at this week's Lyrical Analysis meeting! Bye!"

And she leaves you to your Hobie studies.

You simply assume that girl must be off her rocker. (Or on her rocker, pun intended 🎸⚡️)

[gushalperswife]

Hoi-hoi! I recently got a new hyperfix on Hobie Brown and wanted to ask you if you could write me something with reader who is really similar to Hobie(same beliefs, piercings and makes most of their clothes/things themself)? And then they meet through kids(Pav, Gwen, Miles?) and mb add smut with Hobie if you're ok with it (if not I'll appreciate something romantic 👉👈)

Please and thank you, love your works <3

A/N: SAY LESSSS

Paring: Hobie brown x Punk!spiderperson!Reader

Warning:

Genre: fluff

" You have to meet them! They are just like you " Pav yelled at hobie, hands on his shoulders, " Only difference is that they play the drums and they have 3 nose peirceings " pav said putting his hands on his sides. " Listen pav, ive never met a single bloke like me. Its just not possible " hobie said witha sniker and he put his hands in his pockets. Pav sighed dramatically and followed him

Pav saw you and grabbed hobie and immediately dragged him to you. " You. I have soneone thats just like you but diffrent in a way " pav said as hobie stood up as straight ad he normally does and looked you up and down. " hey " he said. You looked at him and smirked " hey " they said softly and nodded.

Hobie started to walk away but pav grabbed his shirt and pulled him back " Talk! Go become freinds! " pav said. You and hobie walked away and talked. " So are you in a band? " he asked you. " mhm. You? " you responded. He nodded. " what instrument " you ask. " electric guitar, you? " He asked. " drums " you said. Yall find a bench and sit down.

You look elsewhere but hobies eyes are on you. You were like the mona lisa in his eyes. You were stunning. (to him) most people found you scary in your universe but here? Hell no. How would he find you scary if your the most Gorgeous person he has ever seen in his lifetime. In his 19 years old liveing he had never seen anyone that was like him, like you. He didnt notice you were stareing at him untill you spoke, " Put your eyes back in their sockets " you smirk with a slight laugh. Hr snapps out his tance and lets out a soft laugh " Sorry mate " he said, " Its good dont worry about it " you smile.

Your smile. Oh my goddess its like he fell in love, head over combat boots even. He loved it so much. It just suit you so well. " You have a nice smile " he said and you blushed slightly " and you have a nice face " you said with a giggle. " Really? You like my face " he said with a soft laugh " yes i do. " you smile and boop his nose. You get up and stretch " I love talking to you but gotta go, Dorito man said i have to go his little room thing " you said. You then wrote down on a peice of paper and gace it to him. " Bye! " you smile and leave

He reads the paper

This is my number, cal me! ***-***-***

He puts the paper in his pocket and thinks that today might have been an okay day

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I was thinking in the next part of teenagers after the reader tells Miguel that she got hold of her superspeed and Miguel and hobie help her travel through time?

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬... 𝐏𝐭 𝟐𝟎

Miguel O’Hara and Hobie Brown working together, who would’ve thought?

“Okay, so I don’t know exactly how people do this shit, but I guess we’re gonna figure it out?” Miguel said.

“I guess so. How does one travel in time? Maybe I should like search it up or something.”

“I dunno, from every movie I’ve seen all they gotta do is focus.” Hobie shrugged, leaning back on the concrete wall of the alley.

“This would be so much easier if I knew someone who could travel through time or something.”

“I would say Dr. weird guy but… don’t know where he’s at, and he seems annoying, so no.”

“But there’s gotta be like… multiple variations of him, no?”

“It’s possible.. I guess. But I would know where to find them.”

“Lyla, search the database for a dr. Strange on our world.” You said, and she quickly appeared next to Miguel.

Miguel rolled his eyes. “I coulda thought of that.”

“Got it. Strange 2099, she’s currently housed in-“

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That’s how you guys were now in Jeannie’s house, Miguel ranting on about how he knew she existed but didn’t wanna come here.

“O’Hara.” A voice said from the stairs, he winced and sighed heavily.

“Jeannie.”

“See you’ve brought some people.”

“Damn.” You said out loud.

“What?” Miguel said, annoyed already.

“You’re very.. tall.” She was probably about 6 feet.

She chuckled and floated down, and looked at Hobie who was just eating.

Then you and Miguel and looked him, he looked up and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What?” He said, mouthful of food.

“Hobart Brown, close your mouth when you eat.”

“Sorry.” He said, and waved for them to continue what they were talking about.

“Anyways, you. I see that you hold great power, beyond the ones you already know.” She came up to you, and grabbed your jaw.

“But your being held back. Another strong magic is blocking you from doing such things. And that’s why you came to me.”

You nodded, jaw still in her hands. Hobie looked in confusion and watched carefully, he didn’t have a very good feeling about this lady.

She let go of your jaw, and stepped back a bit.

“You got your speed powers back, but that is it.”

You nodded again. “Yes ma’am. I was hoping that you could help me.. you know?”

"I can..”

“Really?”

“Sure. It’s not a big deal. And you possess a great potential.”

You smiled at her and then Hobie just nodded along.

“Right, well, uh, this ain’t gonna be like an ‘I own you now’ type thing, no? Cause I’ve had my fair share of those and-“

Miguel gave him a glare for him to shut up.

“Jus’ saying it only worked out for ariel in the end, but that’s cause she’s a mermaid, and she’s fictional-“

“You’re nervous. Why?” She asked.

You turned to him now and he sighed.

“Cause, I jus’ don’t want anything bad to happen.”

“I can protect myself, Hobie.”

“I trust you. I know. It’s you I don’t trust.” He looked at Jeannie.

“Promise, nothing’ll happen to her as long as she’s under my wing.”

“Swear?” Miguel said now.

“Swear. It’s cute how your both so concerned though.” She laughed, and looked back at you.

“Whatever. Thanks Jeannie, we’ll see you.. when?” Miguel asked, and put his hand on your back when you turned around.

“Tomorrow night.”

Miguel nodded. You waved bye to her with a smile and Hobie just followed behind you both.

“So, we going home?” You asked.

“Yeah. Come on.” Miguel mumbled, and looked at you both in the back of the seats.

He hoped nothing would change, but he understood what you wanted to do, and respected it.

When he got to the apartment, you all got out and went inside.

“Movie night?” You said, you and Hobie sitting on the couch. You held up the remote. Miguel was cleaning up in the kitchen.

He looked back, and he dried his hands.

“Sure." He mumbled, and smiled slightly as you laughed loudly when Hobie started to tickle you, throwing the popcorn bowl above your head.

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[silent-raven13]

Riri, your papa is here

(Au: Omegaverse. Miles and Hobie went through a break up before having their first child)

Hobie got up the steps knowing that he's late, he knows he needs to come on time. He knows it. Work had held him up, so now he has to find a way to schedule his work hours with his schedule for his child. With a simple knock at the door, the door quickly spun open revealing his ex-partner.

Miles stood with one hand on his hip with a disapproval frown on his face, those big doe like eyes still get Hobie's heart going even after all these years. "You're late."

"I know. I know. Work held me back... Umm, where's Riri?" He finally asked, he didn't want to talk about his tardiness.

"Hobie, we agreed on this schedule because you said it works for you." Miles said in a serious tone, then sighs, "Look I get your trying to make a good living, but talk to your boss about your hours because I'm not-" Hobie quickly cut him off, "I know. I will. Just work being busy. Now, where's my-" Then Miles' bubbly husband came by the doorway, "Is that Hobie?"

"Yes, bae. It's Hobie." Miles said to his Alpha.

A buff Indian American Alpha with a thick clean cut beard pop behind his Omega with a big smile on his face, "Hobie, my dude! What is up!"

"Hey, Pav." Hobie gave him a simple hello, it's not like they're close friends. Pavitr always been a friendly person.

"Hahaha, so you're late, do you know that? Riri is waiting for you in the living room." This time Pavitr's said in a semi-bubbly tone with a bit of serious expression. "You know, you can't be late. I don't care if you're late or not, because I get to spend time with my little princess, but this is more important to Riri than me and Miles."

"I know! I know! Look, I'm trying. I'll talk to my boss, anyway can I have my kid?" He really wants to get out of there.

Miles sighs, "Riri, papa is here!"

"Alright!" Riri a four year old girl that has both resemblance of her parents, she happily carried a Disney Princess backpack filled with her fun activities for the weekend. Her hair in a beautiful bread with colorful pink beads, and cute princess shirt with mint pants and light up shoes. Her heterochromia eyes gleams, "Hi, papa!" She rushes over to hug him.

"Hey, lovely. Come here and give your papa a hug." He picks her up to kiss her forehead, "You been good?"

"Yeah, daddy and appa said we'll go to Disney World for the summer if I'm super good at daycare!" She happily said.

"Oh, is that right?" The punker glances at Miles, he didn't know about that nor did he agree his daughter going on a trip. What about his custody to her?

Miles crosses his arms, "We're talking about it, Hobs."

"Yeah, don't worry, bud. You're welcome to come, bring your wife too!" Pavitr happily said, "and ya'll son, Manny."

"Easy, bae. We were just talking about it." Miles pointed out.

Riri frowns, "But you guys promise me, I wanna go to Disney world!"

"We'll talk about it later, love." Hobie said, "Right now, you'll enjoy the weeknd with me, and Mindy and your little brother Manny."

"Manny just sleep, poo and eat." Riri tilted her head being confused, she only watches the baby being snug with his mom.

"Because he's a baby, lovely." Hobie said to his kid.

"I guess." She had that Hobie Brown honesty. "He just lays there and fart."

Pavitr giggles, "Princess, don't be mean. He's your little brother. You need to be a big sister to him."

"Hehe, okay appa." Riri kisses her stepdad on the cheek giving him a hug.

Miles smiles at the two before turning to find his ex-boyfriend rolling his eyes at Pavitr. This pissed the twenty nine year old because not many Alphas would want to be with a 'touched' Omega, especially one with a strong Alpha descendants. Pavitr being the most sweetest understanding Alpha had love Riri like it was his own. So seeing his ex-boyfriend disapproval his husband is pissing him off.

"Anyway, we'll best be going. Say goodbye, lovely." Hobie said.

"Bye bye daddy, appa!" She waves at them.

"Bye, mi vida." Miles went to kiss his daughter's cheek. "Be good to mama Mindy and your little brother."

"Okay!" Riri nodded.

Hobie began walking off having his daughter in his arms, they headed to the bus. The ride to his place wasn't far, only about twenty minutes depending on traffic. Always that fucking New York traffic.

When he got home, his wife, Mindy already gave a bottle to their son Manny. The baby burps before sitting on the couch with a baby pillow to support his back while watching Sesame Streets.

Mindy turns to find her husband coming in, "Hello, Riri. How's it going, sweetie?"

"Good. A bit exhausting." Her dad set her down so she can start putting her jacket and boots away. It was a semi-cold day, with a bit of breeze.

Hobie chuckles, "I'm the one that carry you most of the way."

"But I have to sit on the bus, papa." She giggles being in her casual outfit and rushes with her backpack to the living room, "Hi, Manny!"

Manny looks at her then made grunting sounds. "Is he pooping?" She asked.

Mindy giggles, "Maybe. He just had his lunch." She went over to pick up her son, "Oh who's a stinky baby? You are. You are." Her Omega scent smelled like gentle sweetness of milk and honey. It's a scent Hobie loves from his wife. Sadly, and he would never tell her the real reason why he loves her scent, because it reminds him so much of his ex-partner.

Even though the two ended on a terrible note, he still cares about him, love him still. Their relationship was never on a good time, it always felt like wrong place, wrong timing, nothing seems to go their way. Now, all it's left of them is being coparents to their daughter.

Hobie knew he shouldn't think too much of the past, he knows part of their failed relationship was him not being ready to commit when they needed to. One biggest hint is Riri, when Miles got pregnant, the punker didn't want a baby or the marriage life. His band at the time was being popular, slowly starting up.

Miles wanted them to be serious, which was too fast at the time. Not to mention, they were on and off from a previous fight about so many things.

In the end, Hobie and his band didn't get famous in the way they hope, thus the end of being a rockstar. And the break up with Miles, too. So, he's a producer making music for anyone, that's how he met Mindy with her beautiful gospel voice.

When Riri was born, Hobie came to see her and fallen for her. Miles had hope for him to commit, but he couldn't forgive Miles for saying petty shit from their break up. It was best to leave it as it is. Petty fights, petty custody battles were filled with hurt and pain from their break up.

He wanted to break up....

The punker wanted to wait or express his freedom a bit more. Somehow they were able to maintain their feelings at bay, slowly being more friends for their daughter.

Riri began coloring as she watches Sesame Streets, "Papa, daddy doesn't like you, huh?"

"What makes you say that?" Hobie asked.

"I dunno. You two always look at each other weird... like mad."

"Nah, it's just sometimes papa isn't following what daddy says and it's my fault."

"Did you love daddy before?"

"One point I was, but we're good friends." He arched his eyebrows, "Why did ya ask?"

"I dunno. it's hard to believe since mama Mindy is so sweet and you love her a lot. You hold her hand, kiss her cheek- and with daddy, you two fight a lot."

"Yeah, we always did." Hobie sat on the couch, "Believe it or not, we never fought like that."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we use to sing, dance, have fun. Now, your daddy is all about being mean and strict rules. Don't tell him, I said that."

"I won't." She giggles.

"Did you ever wish for us-" Riri shook her head, "Nope. You two always look sad together and that makes me sad. I like it when you two are happy."

"I see." Even his baby girl sees that the two weren't meant to be. They weren't off on a good note. "Well, one thing we know is that me and your daddy love you so much. We'll always try to make you happy."

"Hehe, I love you, too, papa."

Normally the weekend is Riri enjoying fun times with her papa like going to the park with the family, eating pizza, and watch movies. Sometimes they play fashion outfits or she's in her own world talking to Manny. The baby boy can only listen to Riri's stories about Spider-man or barbies.

When she return home, she saw her daddy waiting out the door of their home with one hand on his hip. Miles welcomes her back.

"How was it, honey?" Miles asked.

"Good. Super fun. Manny gets scared of his own farts." She giggles.

"Haha, that is funny." Miles let his daughter go off to her room with her things. "And I need to talk to you." He said to his ex-partner.

"Oh yeah? What am I getting blamed for this time?" The punker sarcastically asked with a snort.

His ex glares at him, they step outside of the front door, Miles shut it. "Why are you always pissed off at me?"

"What?"

"You got annoyed with Pav for being sweet to Ri!"

"Pfft, be for real, Miles. That was Friday! Let it go."

"No, because you always get annoyed with my husband! I never treat Mindy that way."

"Okay, you wanna know why, so bad?" Hobie threw his hands in the air, "You and him are making plans without telling me. Disney World? Over the summer? I wanted to take her to London to know where I come from and you basically run that mouth off saying no, she's too young or she's not ready or you don't think I'm responsible."

"This is Disneyland, and we were just talking about it."

"No! Don't give that shit. Pav basically made a promise with Ri so now ya'll obligated to do it."

"Look, Pav was trying to teach her that being-" Hobie cut him off, "No, don't give me that. It's always something so innocent but when I pull the same shit, you bitch at me."

"Excuse me," Miles scowls, "What da fuck you think your talking to? You better tone that mouth of yours, you asshole."

"Admit it, Miles. You hate I'm being your baby daddy. Your other have full custody of her."

"No! I know, you never been a responsible man! You always run off. I don't trust you taking her to London!"

"It'll be me with my wife and son!" In the fact moment Miles gave a look of anger flash in him, it seems like he was jealous almost disbelief to find Hobie married with a child. It's true, how can the punker be so quick to marry Mindy when he denies marriage with him.

"Maybe I do, but I know you ain't shit."

"Oh fuck off. I'm telling you now, Miles. You and Pav better not take her to Disney World until you let me take her to London. You can go low, I can go lower."

"You really going to upset her, because I said no to London?"

"You always hated that I'm here. I care about my daughter, and want to give her trips."

Miles inhale sharply, "You don't respect me or Riri's time. You were supposed to pick her up on a certain but you're always late. You never taken her to the doctor, or changed her diaper-"

Hobie looks at his ex in disbelief, "Because you deny me access to my own kid, because you wanted to be petty. I was there when she was born and you still buggin'. Man, fuck this. I'ma talk to my lawyer about minimal contact from you when I pick Riri up."

"Ugh, fine. Do it." Miles fumes seeing his ex-partner walking off. The twenty nine year old went back in his house being upset. "Shit." He sighs. Why do they always fight so much? He just wanted Hobie to respect Pavitr.

Riri came by to find Miles wiping his own tears, "You okay, daddy?"

"Yes, baby. I'm fine. Just mad at your papa, right now."

"Oh, nothing new then." She began walking off to get her sippy cup from the fridge.

Miles gave a small chuckle, "Heh, yeah. Same ole' same ole..." He knows this isn't healthy for his daughter to see, yet she seems to be unbothered by it. She is exactly like Hobie, her attitude towards everything is very chill and her bluntness had a certain humor to it. "So, how was Mindy?"

"Good. She and papa were singing a pretty song and Manny tries to sing, too." Riri sips her sippy cup. "Daddy, why you don't like papa?"

"What? what makes you say that, sweetheart?" Miles stood awkwardly almost in shock with his baby.

"Well... you guys always fight and I asked papa why, too."

"What did he say?" He arched his eyebrows.

"He said it wasn't always like that... he said he did love you."

Miles' bites his bottom lip, "He did?"

"Yeah. I thought it was weird because you two always fight."

"I'm sorry, honey. I know we shouldn't fight. Me and papa have a lot of stuff we still haven't got over." Miles kneel down to hug his daughter, "You know, we love you so much, right?"

"I know."

"And what me and papa had... was nice for a bit. I did love him, too. We weren't compatible."

"What's compatible?"

"It's like two jigsaw puzzle that doesn't fit together. You can force it but it would never fit perfectly. That's me and your papa."

"Ohhh." She said.

"I'll try to be nicer for you. I don't want you to see us fight or get any ideas about me hating your father." Miles did love Hobie, maybe that's why he's so mad with him. So many things he wanted from his ex-boyfriend that never happened. In the end, he end up doing all the things he wanted from to someone else. To another Omega, and that hurt him like an old wound being ripped open.

Now, Miles have to admit he did rush things too fast or expect his ex to be a traditional Alpha too fast. When he got pregnant with Riri, he gave Hobie an Ultimatum which never works out. So much anger, so many petty revenge to hurt Hobie... was it worth it in the end?

Now, they're two exhausted grown men trying to coparent their daughter. Their beautiful perfect daughter, Miles has no regrets to wanting her. He will never apologize for that. He's pretty happy to have a child with his ex-boyfriend, it's at least their Riri is a good outcome from their broken relationship.

"Okay, daddy. Can I got play with my dolls, now?"

"Sure, sweeter. Go and plat." He watches his baby girl running to the living room to play. This time he took out his smartphone to text Hobie, taking a moment to think about what to say.

Miles: Hey, you can take her to London, but I'ma need to know everything like time, dates, places and who's going...

-few seconds-

Miles: Sorry for being mad at you, but understand that Pavitr makes me and Riri happy.

Hobie: I understand.

Hobie: Thanks

Hobie: I'm sorry for saying shit... I think we need to go to therapy, I don't want to say the wrong shit and hurt you and Ri.

Miles: Same. We need to make this work without the fights.

Hobie: I agree.

Miles nodded at this. "This is a good start."

[itsparis-07]

Meet d0sag3!!!

interview w/ d0sag3 from Cala maxi mags

CMM : So, today we're with Hobie brown and Serena jane who make up the duo dosage, how did you two make this new genre and the band?

Hobie : Serena had a beats machine and she was like "lets make music that's for loud people." so we listened to some Hi-c and lostrushi and we fell in love with it.

Serena : Mhm, plus I'm from NJ so jersey club and kursh club is heard everywhere but sigilkore was like werid n**ga music like mf doom.

CMM : The song hydroxycuts caused quite the talk about you two, so how did this song become to be?

Serena : Oh S**t, so we were at this club in soho and I saw this girl doing a line, And she was hot af by the way and I asked her what was she snorting and she said hydroxycuts that was so funny, also yes that was me singing on that song.

CMM : So people want to know, how do you two make your songs and lyrics that way you do?

H+S : weed and love making.

CMM : Ah...

Serena : Oh shoot, we gotta go *blows kisses to the camera*

Hobie : Yeah, bye bye!

Interview done by CMM on 11/10/04 - York Jersey

[webdollzz]

omg this is so scary for me rn (its my first req😭) but anyways if you have time

do you think you could make a smut fic where reader is a police officer and hobie is just handcuffed being the flirty mf he is and then something just snaps inside of reader then BOOM theyre fucking inside a cop car🤷‍♀️hobie is just thrusting, no hands😭

(hobie is talking a lot too bro be talking about some “go on lovie, cmon.” “never knew a cop would do this, huh?” BYE HELP)

a/n: this idea is soooo...soooo...soooooo. mmmmf. for first time requesting, you chose such a good idea omfggg.

warnings: fem!officer!reader x criminal!hobie, praise, p n v no protection, oral (f rec), slapping (once on inner thigh), hobie n his foul mouth, swearing, overstim?, teasing, slight mocking, dom hobie???

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You had been a cop for the last...maybe eight months? having finished your training and got hired at your local police department. And honestly, you've never had this many calls on just one person. He's always up to no good.

"We have a 10-35 on Cheapside, some guy spray painting on cop cars." Your boss said, and the second he said 10-35, you had a strong feeling who it was. You grabbed your badge, baton, and pepper spray. You knew you wouldn't need it with him. It's just procedure.

Hopping into your car and turning on the sirens, you quickly made your way to Cheapside. Immediately as you pull up, you see him leaning against the wall, spray paint cans by his booted feet. a lazy smile crosses his face as he watches you step out the car, raising his hands. "There she is, my favouri'e copper." he drawls, making you instantly roll your eyes.

"I'm convinced you do this on purpose," You stand in front of him, hands on your hips. "C'mon, you know what to do." Which makes him grin before spreading his feet shoulder length apart.

"Yes, ma'am." watching you kneel infront of him and begin patting his legs, feeling his dick twitch as you brush his thighs.

"Any weapons on you, Mr. Brown?" You ask as you make your way over his hips and torso, staring up at his face. His stupid smug face, as if he wasn't a felon by now.

"Other than my dick? naw." He chuckled, feeling your hands run up his sides and back before you touch his arms.

"Same joke everytime, and it's less funny each time." you scoff, forcing him to turn around so you can cuff him, making it a couple notches tighter than it needs to be.

"who says i's a joke, eh?" he comments, looking over his shoulder at your unamused face, making him laugh.

"get in the car, Mr. Brown." you hissed as you open the back door, forcing him in with your hand on his head. you lean over him, grabbing the seatbelt to buckle him in, your faces inches away. you see him study all your features out of the corner of your eye, a slight smirk on his lips.

you attempt to ignore the bulge in his jeans but as your forearm brushes it when you clip the belt in, your face can't help but turn pinkish. his smirk only grows, so slightly pushing his hips up in hopes of meeting that same friction again.

"cmon, lovie. y'know ya wan' it." he basically whispered, his breath going across your cheek. you give him a glare before moving away from him and slamming the door, making him grin. the drive back to your station was long,

one hand on the wheel and the other out the window. little did you know, Hobie was slipping out of his belt without you realising, your mind preoccupied. He moved to the edge of the seat, leaning over.

"So, lovie. Tell me sum," He murmured, making you flinch and look over your shoulder at him.

"Shit! How'd you get out from your belt?" You curse, unable to pull over at this moment in time, which made him snort a laugh.

"You think about me when you fuck ya'self?" He blurted, making your face flush and splutter a cough. you're...not proud of it, but there has been times he's slipped into your mind. the thought of his hand instead of your own. his whispers of how well you're doing in your ear.

"tha's a yes, innit?" He cooed, grinning to ear to ear at your flushed face. you cleared your throat, shaking your head.

"no, it isn't." you scoffed, finally able to pull over, tucked away by an alley. immediately stepping out the car and climbing into the back, you attempt to try and get him back in his belt.

"Fuckin' corporate otherwise I'm doubling your sentence."

"ya' can't do that."

"I can,"

"only thing y'can do is suck me o-" He hardly finished his sentence before you slapped a hand over his mouth.

"shut up. every time I arrest you, you got somethin' to say. shut up for once." you hissed, and you can tell by his eyes squinting that he had a smile on his face. he then bit your palm, making you flinch and yelp.

"y'like it. cmon, lovie. give in." he urged.

"no. don't make me tighten your handcuffs."

"wouldn't be the first time I'm in handcuffs. don' even hurt no more. I can still fuck ya' with no hands." He coaxed, but was surprised when you seated yourself in his lap.

"what? surprised a cop would do this to a filthy criminal like yourself?" you mocked him quietly, glaring. You had enough. He better fuck you like he says he can.

he nudged your cheek with his nose, tilting his head to try and kiss you. you happily accept, giving him a sloppy kiss as you dipped your hands into his boxers, stroking his hard cock, a guttural groan rumbling through him and into the kiss, which you happily drank up. your free hand shimmied your trousers down, along with your panties, letting them drop in the bottom of the car.

he stared at you, his eyes darkening as he sees your glistening cunt in the street light. you pull him out of his boxers just enough, your hand gripping the base as you guided him to your aching core, not wasting a single second.

"are you gonna fuck me like you promised?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Hobie thought you were taking too long, thrusting upwards. you let out a moan as your hands braced beside him.

"Wha'di say? Hm?" You didn't answer, kissing him purely to make shut up. you rolled your hips, drawing a whimper from surprisingly both of you. you pull away from the kiss, smirking at him.

"did you just fucking whimper?" you teased, watching his eyes darken. It filled you with unfiltered excitement.

"what's next? gonna call me mommy and start begging? mommy, mh! please!" You mocked, getting all hight pitched as you grinned. you opened your mouth to mock him some more, but got cut off as he thrusted upwards again, knocking the wind out of you and a mewl bubbled in your throat. you fell forward, chest to chest with him now.

"don' do tha' shit on me." He scoffed, digging his heels into the bottom of your car before setting a rhythmic pace, sliding in and out of you with ease, his heavy breaths right in your ear.

"o-oh f-..fuck." you gasped, his dick hitting places your fingers, toys, and exes never could. you didn't even know they existed until his thick and long cock decided to hit every single one of them. you buried your face into his neck, moaning repeatedly as your head swirled, focusing purely on the pleasure.

"look at me. look at me right now." He hissed in your ear, groans and grunt in the back of his throat. you leaned back, making eye contact with him through your half lidded eyes, your pretty pink lips parted as soft moans fell from them.

"fuckin' told you I could do i' with no hands," he hissed in your ear, moans spilling loudly from your lips as they mixed with his grunts and the slapping of skin.

"tha's it. Good girl. Such a good girl, yeah?" He cooed, almost mocking as he stared at you, thrusts never faltering. you still nodded, your palms flat on his chest.

"mhm..I am. fuck, please. please." You begged, head spinning as you felt the knot in your tummy tightening as you whimpered.

"whats that? did you just whimper?" He was clearly mocking you, as if he wasn't giving you the best dick you've ever gotten. he knows he is.

"j-just shut up and fu..fuck me." You gasp, your tits bouncing with every single thrust beneath your shirt.

"take your shirt off." He nodded towards your uniform shirt, and you quickly unbuttoned your shirt to reveal a bra matching your panties, tits practically spilling out of it. he let out an amused hum, his eyes never leaving your chest.

"matching set? were you expecting to fuck me today?" He huffed with humour, watching you shake your head. "No? someone else on your radar? You fuck every criminal, babe?" He mused, picking up his speed. how the fuck was he doing this shit with no hands?

"n-no! I just - I just like to match." you whined, panting as you grew closer.

"uncuff me. right now." He grunted, watching as you fumbled to find the key in your uniform trousers. you quickly found it, unlocking the cuffs. without another second of being free, his hands flew to your hips for support as he drilled into you, your slick dripping onto the seat below.

"F-fuck, Hobie!" you gasped, clawing at his chest. his first name on your lips made him let out a guttural groan. he had only heard mister brown till now.

"say that again. say my name." He whispered, sounding almost desperate for it.

"Hobie, m'gonna come. shit, please. please, hobie. I'm so close." You babbled in his ear, chanting his name like a fucking prayer. he huffed, his right hand drifting from your hip to your clit, rubbing tight circles.

"cum f'me, pretty girl." He urged, watching your legs spasm as your orgasm crashed over you. you swear you could see stars. you let out several high pitched whines mixed with gasps. he wrapped his arms around your waist, forcing you to his body as he used you for his own pleasure now. you moaned in overstimulation, clinging onto him.

"oh god, oh god." You whined, hiding your face into his neck as you left crescent shaped marks into his skin. he grunted, his orgasm quickly approaching.

"I know, baby, I know. I'm nearly there, almost done. Y'doing so good." his praise made your head spin, and you selfishly wanted to come again. you involuntarily clench around him, a shallow gasp leaving his throat as he finishes unexpectedly. 

"Fuck." He groans in your ear, thrusts becoming sloppy. his groan spread heat all through you, and you whimpered softly as he pulled out, not wanting to feel empty so soon.

he kept an arm around your waist, the other going to the back of your head as he switched your positions, kneeling in the footwell, pulling you to the edge of the carseat.

"what are you doing?" you whispered, hand on his shoulder to slightly push him away. he immediately swatted your hand.

"cleaning my mess up." He simply said, as if it were the most obvious thing. He kissed up your thigh, and your breath hitched.

"w-wait-.." You mumbled, and he immediately pulled back, concern painting his face.

"You okay?"

"yeah, it's just..no ones ever.." You trailed off, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. his brow arches, cocky amusement on his face now.

"I'm 'bout to be the first to ever eat this pussy? whatta fucking honour." he groaned, his cock throbbing at that fact. he starts kissing his way up your thigh, his hand reaching back to push the passenger seat forward a little so he had more room cause he's a lanky prick.

he then drifted his hands up your thighs, listening closely to your breath hitching, your hips instinctively pushing towards his face as your hand tangled in his hair.

"Please," you whispered meekly, watching him bite and suck his mark into your thighs.

"patience. I eat pussy when I'm ready." He huffed, digging his fingers into your thighs.

"you've eaten other girls out, huh?" you asked, tilting your head at him.

"none like you. ain't none of em had a cunt I wan'ed to nut in." You scrunch your nose at his vulgarity.

"You're feral." you huffed, making him snort a laugh that made you smile.

"Yeah, I know." He grinned, planting a kiss on your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath. he licked a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, going slowly at first to ease you into the new sensation.

"S-shit..s'nice." you nodded, tugging on his hair as you looked down at his pretty hazel eyes between your legs. he hummed as if he knew, the vibrations making your hips buck with a whimper from the back of your throat.

he simply couldn't help himself, beginning to eat you out like a man starved. your breaths got heavy, mixing with loud moans. his slurping sounds and your moans mixed together, the car windows steaming up.

if anyone had taken a peak down the alley you parked in, they would immediately know what was happening. you're fucking a criminal right now. as a cop. fuck, this could ruin your entire career if people found out! this is bad, this is so ba-

"ay. eyes on me. I'm eating your cunt and you're not even paying attention?" He scoffed, slapping your inner thigh, not roughly, but enough to get his point across. you flinched, moaning.

"I'm sorry, m'sorry - please. please carry on." He stared at you, almost glaring.

"usually I wouldn't, but your pussy is fucking perfection." He grunted, leaning back down to suck at your clit, his tongue definitely alot rougher since he saw you paying zero attention to him between your legs.

you sucked in a harsh breath, your hand going to the window and making a hand print on the foggy glass. his middle and ring finger made their way to your entrance, sliding in with ease. his slender fingers immediately found your sweet spot, curling there as he intensified his efforts.

"s-shit! fuck, I'm close. I'm so close." You whimpered, your other hand tugging on his hair. you didn't miss the way his eyes rolled back at that. your back arched, a loud gaspy moan falling from you as your orgasm ripped through you. he happily drank up every last drop, absolutely pussy drunk. how could he not be? you're absolute perfection. as your high subsided, he pulled away, his fingers and chin coated with your cum.

"taste ya'self. see why this is my new favouri'e thing to eat?" He asked, putting his fingers past your lips for you to taste yourself. you moaned softly, swirling your tongue around his fingers, and he grinned. he pulled his pants and jeans back up to his hips, putting his belt back on before slowly dressing you, giving you a kiss on the temple.

your radio chirped with your boss asking where you were and if you needed backup, making your eyes widen.

"Fuck. I was supposed to bring you back like fourty minute ago." You cursed, grabbing your radio.

"Responding, culprit is under control. Bringing him in now." You said, tossing the radio into the front seat. He grinned, looking at you smugly as you slipped his cuffs back on, making them less tight than they were earlier on.

"Ya gon' bail me out in the middle of the night for head?"

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[0jhopes-lost-sprite0]

𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

Childish! Jungkook x BadGirl! Y/n

A/n: sorry if I make any mistakes I tried my best :3

Written: 2021 11 June Published: 2021 22 July

~"Y/n! My mom said we can go to the park!" Younger Jungkook shouted. He came running over to while you were looking at this weird teddy bear. "Y/n?" Jungkook said. "Oh, Sorry I was just looking at this weird teddy bear" You answered while pointing at the light pink teddy bear. "Hmm.. It looks like.." Jungkook said. He was still thinking about what the teddy bear reminded him of. " Jungkook-ah! Mom said we need to go." Jin (Jungkook's older brother) shouted. Jungkook stopped looking at the teddy bear and gave you a necklace. " I wanted to give you this to remind you of our friendship!". He explained. Before you could respond Jungkook waved goodbye and went inside his house.~

"Heh..you still didnt come back..." you mumbled. Remebering that memory was painful especially since Jungkook never came back. " Class! We have a new student" Mr.Lee said. "Hi...Im Jungkook and I hope to be friends with you!" He said. You almost chocked on the piece of gum you were chewing. "Jungkook? Here? No way!" You thought."Right.. you can sit next to...Y/n!" Mr lee said while pointing to you. You scoffed in reply. As soon as he sat down next to you he asked " Y/n? Y/n Y/L/N?" You ignored him. You tried your hardest to ignore him but a sound escaped your mouth " Hmp!" You angrily said.

After class finished your best friends Taehyung and Jimin came straight after you asking you questions like " Is that the Jungkook you were talking about? Does he still want to be your friend?" You simply answered with a shrug. You didnt know how to feel about meeting Jungkook , You dont even know if hes your friend. Jungkook went up to you. " Y/nnie~ Why are yo-" "Shut up! Just leave me alone!" I shouted. Then I left to go to my next class. Taehyung ran after me.

| 𝕁ungkooks ℙ.𝕆.𝕍|

Why is she being so stubborn! I just want to be friends with her again just like the old times...

~"Jungkookie I bet you can't catch me!" Y/n shouted. She was running into the forest but Jungkook catched her and tickled her. " J-Jungkookie! Stop tiggling me! Hehe" Y/n said while trying to hold back her laughter.~

I had to go to my next class. " Jungkook~ I'm sure she'll come back to you! Why is she so special anyway?" Jimin asked. "I'll tell you after class" I answered. The teacher was talking really loudly but I couldn't really care I was mostly focusing on Y/n and her beautiful smile, Her soft skin and her Hazel brown eyes.

|~𝕐/𝚗𝚜 𝙿.𝙾.𝚅~|

"Right! Your partners are.....Taehyung and Jimin! Ari and Yuri! Y/n and Jungkook!" Mr.Kim shouted. "But-!"I was going to say something but Mr.kim cut me off. "No buts!" He told me. I looked over at Jungkook as he showed his bunny smile at me. He only smiled at 𝗆𝖾 it was weird but I guess hes desperate to be friends again.

"Y/n we'll do the project at my house!" He exclaimed. I just nodded my head in reply. We started working on our project when my phone rang. "I have to take this call I'll be right back!" I told him. I ran out of his house and sat down on his porch. I answered the call and was about to speak but I was interrupted by Taehyung. "Y/n~ Did you and jungkook get along?" Taehyung annoyingly said. "Tae why did you call me?" I asked ignoring his question. "Um.....Good question, I actually don't know..But me and Jimin were drunk last night!" He exclaimed. "Seriously Tae?....Bye!" I said as I ended the call. I went back inside to see Jungkook had finished half of our project. "I ....I wanted to finish quick so, you can do the other half!" He told me with a bunny smile on his face. I sighed in reply and started finishing the other half of the project.

2 Hours later

I finally finished and it was 9 am already! I looked over at Jungkook who was sleeping and just left without a sign. I ran over to Jimins house and used the spare keys to open the door. Only to find Jimin on the floor sleeping and Taehyung sitting down in a corner. "Right! How drunk did you guys get?" I asked curiously. "Well we nearly drank 3 bottles of bear, before Jimin passed out of course" Taehyung explained. I went over to Jimin and hit him with a pillow. "Ow! What was that for!" He shouted. "I knew you were fake sleeping!" I said.

|𝕁ungkooks 𝑃.𝑂.𝑉|

I woke up from my slumber to find that Y/n was gone without a trace. I picked up my phone and called her but she declined them. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was 9 am! That she stayed overnight...but where did she sleep? Wait am I forgetting something....SCHOOL!

|Y/ns P.O.V|

"C'mon we have to go to school!" I shouted as I pulled Taehyung and Jimin into the bus and sat them down. While the bus was driving us to school I opened my phone and I had 5 missed messages from Joonie and 16 missed calls from Michael Jacksons twin(The nickname for Jungkook).

📱 Joonie: Y/n! Yoongi said you leaked his phone number online!

📱 Y/n: Bruh..He doesn't know how to take a joke smh

The bus doors opened so, I had to go. Me Jimin and Tae came into the entrance of our school and there was Carly, Carly and her crew bullys us alot. "Well well, it seems like Y/n has an eye for the new student!" Carly shouted gaining everyone's attention. "Dont you know that Jungkook is mine? Well even if he wasn't with me he wouldn't like you!" She exclaimed while telling everyone to laugh. I had enough of this so I walked pass her but, she grabbed my hair. "Why are you running away? Are you a pussy? Hmm" She said while pulling my hair harder. I grabbed her leg and punched her face. "Nope it seems like your just a dumbass!" I shouted. Namjoon came from behind her and stopped the fight "Girls you both need to sto-" Namjoon was about to tell us to stop but I kicked Carly in her face and she went flying. "Jungkook is not yours and never will be! So stop pretending!" I screamed at her. Jungkook came in and heard me. " Y/n...Let's go" Taehyung said. Then we left like but I showed Carly my middle finger.

In the Principals office

"Y/n......This is the second time you've been here in my office, Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Mr.Jung asked. I shook my head and looked down at the floor. "If it carries on you'll have to be suspended!" He said. "Now get out of my office please" I walked out of his office and someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me in the janitors room.

"Y/n! it's me Jin remember?" He said. I nodded my head in reply. "Jungkook missed you but, you keep on ignoring him...Why?" Jin asked. "You know why! He broke his promise actually 2 of them!, He said he would protect me but when me and Carly fought he did nothing and he said he would never leave me!" I shouted. Tears formed an ocean under my eyes drowing my face. He wiped my tears as I saw pity in his eyes. "He didn't want to leave you! He was forced to leave!" Jin replied with shocking news. I hugged Jin for comfort and he hugged me back. "I'll try to be friends with him again! I promise you" I exclaimed with a determined expression.

Outside of School

I ran up to Jungkook and walked with him. "Why are you walking with me?" Jungkook asked. "I....I want to be friends again just like when we were little! I understand if you don't wa-" He cut me off by hugging me, I was about to hug him back but he picked me up!

|Jungkook's P.O.V|

I didn't want her to finish her sentence so I hugged her and put her over my shoulder. "Jungkook....DA FUQ ARE YOU DOING!!" She shouted. "Just playing with my short friend" I told her while laughing. Jimin, Taehyung and Hobi were taking pictures of us and posting it on social media, well except from Taehyung he doesn't want to die from Y/n.

I ran all the way to her house and greeted her mom "Hi Auntie!" I said as I ran up to Y/n's room and threw her on her bed. "Are we friends again?" She asked. "Yes" I said. "Even though I wanna be more than friends..." I whispered but somehow she heard me. We both sat up and she kissed me. It was passionate and soft I only dreamed about this moment never thinking it would come true. I kissed her back. It was like we were in an unstoppable dream. We broke the kiss for air. "Maybe we can be more..." She said.

The End~

A/n: The end is kinda cringy 😬, but you can imagine what happens next hehehehe!

[maddpopcorn]

It’s Okay || pjm

Pairing: Maine Coon!Hybrid!Jimin x Male!Reader

Request:  hiii can i request a jimin x male reader fic? maybe an angst/comfort hybrid au where jimin is a homeless hybrid who escaped from his abuser owner and is now trying to survive in the streets. the reader would find him and try to help him, but since jimin is scared and doesn’t trust humans, it’s a bit harder than he expected.. (i’d prefer a series but you can make it a one-shot or drabble or whatev boils your noodles lol) thank you in advance and have a nice day!

Summary: When walking down your normal road, you spy a long, fluffy tail. And when it connects to a bruised and bloodied up hybrid who immediately hisses at you, you find yourself trying everything in your power to bring him home….even if you have to suffer a couple of scratches along the way.

Warnings: Angst, lots of angst, burning of the skin with cigarettes, mentions of starving from neglect/punishment, punching, slight mentions blood and cleaning the wound, night terrors

A/N: Wow, you were my first request! I am so sorry it took long. However, I enjoyed writing this piece a lot so I hope you enjoy it, too! If people like this so much, perhaps I could make a second part (I already have one hybrid series I’m planning on making so it might be too much to make this into a series :)) Also, forgive me if there are any mistakes!

Jimin hates being a hybrid. No, scratch that. He despises it. He despises himself. Because of his nature, he’s immediately treated with little to no respect by most humans in society. He’s treated like he’s some type of scum on the bottom of their shoes.

Which isn’t true at all but who will ever listen to him, right? He is just a mangy good for nothing hybrid, after all.

He despises humans. After all of this time observing them, after experiencing them first hand, he has deemed them greedy, selfish and just evil.

They are all evil.

Without his permission, tears well up in his eyes, and he hastily wipes them away out of habit in fear of being caught. He blinks and then dryly chuckles, looking down at his burnt scars that dotted his arms. Who is going to burn their cigarettes into his now dry and cracked skin? Who is going to punch their frustrations out on him again?

No one, right?

He escaped them.

He escaped them.

.

Sighing in relief and with a smile, you wave bye to the last customer that walks out of the coffee shop. Immediately, your smile drops.

“Holy hell, today was busier than a fucking highway,” you groan, shoulders drooping dramatically. You let the broom slide in your hand until only the tips of your fingers are barely holding it up.

“Yeah, why do these people need all of this coffee on a Friday afternoon anyway?” Yoongi complains, dropping his head on the counter, his recently dyed mint hair covering his eyes. “It’s like they’re addicted or something. Damn.”

“Takes one to know one, Yoongles,” you tease, holding the broom properly again and resuming sweeping.

Huffing at your joke, he stretches, popping several bones in the process (that you may or may not be worried about).“Yeah but unlike them, I know my limits.”

“Hah, funniest joke of the year. Yeah, right, dude.”

He reels back like he has touched fire and gasps. “Wha-excuse me, mister but I know my limits.”

“No, you really don’t.” 

“Ye-”

“Yoongi-” you stop sweeping, putting your hand on your hip. “-you drank 5 cups of coffee in one sitting during exam week. And then, the next week, you kept chugging energy drinks like they were nothing so you could finish your ‘precious song’.” One by one, you start listing off all the times he has drank too much coffee and energy drinks. His body deflates with each jab at his pride until he’s crumbling in on himself.

It’s a hot minute before any of you say anything, quietly cleaning up the shop so that you could finally go home.

“Fuck off, pretty boy,” he finally says, middle finger in the air and face heating up. 

You bark out a laugh. “So you finally admit that I’m pretty, huh? Jin owes me $5.”

“You fucking-”

.

“Don’t forget, 8 o’clock tonight, my apartment. Don’t be late like last time, brat,” Yoongi scolds, adjusting his glasses. You throw your hands up, a cheeky smirk on your face.

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You wave bye to your coworker as you exit the coffee shop. Humming to yourself, you begin your journey on your normal path to home. Mentally checking off your to-do list before you have to get ready for the annual hangout you and your friends have every week, you spot in the corner of your eye a fluffy, blonde blob. You turn your head, fully stopping and squinting.

“What the fuck?” you mutter to yourself, creeping up on the blob. It grows until it stops at a…

“Holy shit!” You yell, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth in disbelief.

A hybrid. A cat hybrid, to be specific, is laying on the dirty and wet ground of the alley way. His eyes are closed, and you timidly squat down near him to examine him. Matted blonde hair sticks to his face with what you can only assume is sweat and dirt which is also smudging across his face. His lips are forming a pout and he moves a bit, making you jump back in surprise. When he stays still after, you continue your examination. His skin looks dry and his cheeks are sunken in. Trailing your eyes down his form, you notice how worn and ragged his clothes truly are. And how big they look on him. Your eyebrows furrow at his state. Someone did a beating on this poor guy.

He whimpers in his sleep and without thinking, you do something stupid. Something incredibly stupid.

You reach your hand out towards him, to pet him or give him comfort, not really controlling your urges to get close. And that’s when you instantly regret it. His eyes snap open, and you yelp in pain as his claws swipe into your skin. Recoiling back, you immediately grasp your now bleeding arm, eyes glued to it. Three deep scratches litter your arm and blood starts to come to the surface.

Even if you’re the one that got scratched, you apologize.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammer, letting out a shuddering breath. “I should’ve given you your space. I’m sorry.”

“Leave me alone!” He hisses, shuffling far away from you. Growling, his entire body shakes as flashes upon flashes come back to him. Pupils reducing to slits and ears flattening against his head, he swipes at you again, 

You mentally slap yourself in the face. Of course he would scratch you. You invaded his personal space and reminded him of his abusers. You scared him. You back up, giving the hybrid one last glance, guilt racking every bone in your body for scaring the hybrid before you walk away. 

He doesn’t meet your eyes.

-

You rush home, your makeshift bandage from the napkins in your pocket soaked in blood. He got you deep. But it wasn’t his fault. It was yours.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you repeat to yourself. “How could you be so fucking stupid?”

Someone holds the door open for you as you slide past them, muttering a quick thanks.

“Hi, Mrs. Hags. Bye, Mrs. Hags,” you yell out to the landlady, rushing past people into the elevator of your complex.

“Bye, dearie,” she calls out. “Odd fellow, he is. Isn’t that right, Mr. Whiskers?”

Her cat only yawns in response and she immediately coos, getting right back to her knitting.

Stomping your foot impatiently, you give an awkward smile to the other tenants present in the elevator. They smile back, weird looks on their faces as they realize you’re holding your bleeding arm and you silently wish that the elevator would hurry the hell up. Sighing in relief as the elevators dings, you squeeze through the opening doors.

“Odd fellow,” One whispers out.

“Yeah, very odd,” Another whispers back.

Fumbling with your keys to your door, you curse in frustration as you drop them. Picking them up, you unlock your door after what seemed like forever. Finally, practically throwing open your door, you race to your bathroom, not caring as your door slams behind you. Dropping everything, you quickly get the first aid kit out.

“Fuck,” you hiss in pain as the alcohol seeps into your wound. Tears fall from your eyes from the burning sensation. “Ah, I’m melting, I’m melting…fuck, I’m dumb.”

After 10 minutes of grueling pain, you look at your newly bandaged arm. That was so stupid of you. How could you just invade his space like that? As you focus on your arm, dumb thoughts running through your head, your phone rings, snapping you out of your thoughts. Fishing it out of your pocket, you groan again when you realize it’s Yoongi. You still had time to get there, two hours really, so why was he calling you?

“Hello?” 

“Y/N, wanted to let you know that Joon got the stomach bug so the hangout is cancelled. Hobi and I are taking care of him.”

You can hear groans of pain in the background and Hoseok teasing. “Quit being a baby, Joonie. It’s a mere stomach bug.”

“Feels like I’m dying, Hobi,” he groans dramatically.

“Sounds like you have a handful, Yoongles,” you chuckle, putting up the alcohol and first aid kit.

“Yeah, unfortunately.”

“Okay, thanks for telling me. I hope Joon gets better. I have some stuff to do so I have to go.”

“Yeah, right. Bye, Y/N-Namjoon, did you just hit me with a pillow?”

You can hear Namjoon yelling “Cuddles, now!” before Yoongi hangs up, eliciting a belly laugh out of you. How Yoongi and Hoseok put up with their boyfriend, you have no clue but more power to them. Staring back at your arm, you nod as you come up with a plan to win the hybrid over. Or at least apologize to him. You roll up your other sleeve, making your way over to your kitchen. You’ve got work to do.

-

It’s a couple of hours later when Jimin finally retreats from his hidey hole to see a brown paper bag with a note attached to it. An amazing smell wafts through the air that makes his stomach growl in hunger. He slowly crawls forward, tail swishing in curiosity, and snatches the note from the bag.

I’m sorry about today. Please enjoy your dinner.

P.S, I hear Maine Coons like this fish, assuming you are one. Enjoy :)

-Y/N (The guy who is really sorry about invading your personal space)

He hisses in disgust, shifting backward from the paper bag. The note flies from his grasp and lands in a puddle, immediately getting soaked from the dirty water. What if you poisoned it? Or laced it with something? Are you working for…her? Are you going to take him back? It’s not like he’s never had the wonderful pleasure of starving before. She would make sure of that. He can deal with it. He has done it plenty of times, one more can’t hurt…right?

He sits there, just glaring holes at the bag as rain drops hit him, trying so hard to ignore everything. The smell, the wonderful smell. He clenches his teeth so hard he’s afraid he’ll break them as another sharp pain shoots through his stomach, accompanied by a familiar grumbling. He tries to ignore it. He tries to focus on something else. Perhaps the way his bones are shivering from the rain will do? No, that makes it worse. Makes him want whatever is in the bag even more. It seems warm. Warm enough to make him warm. He wants it. He needs it. So much.

Ignore it.

Ignore it.

Ignore. It.

But, a guy can only take so much.

The smell surrounding him in mockery and the nagging pain finally makes Jimin grab the bag, fishing out the food and digging in, without sparing it a second glance. He’ll worry about the consequences later.

He almost moans from the taste he thought he had forgotten long ago. The fish is still warm, kept in a container that keeps the temperature insulated and whatever soup you got (or made, he can care less) goes perfectly with it.

In a matter of minutes, the fish is finished, and Jimin is gulping down the remaining soup. He pulls back, licking his lips and sighs in satisfaction. His stomach is warm from the soup. He’s not shivering that much from the rain anymore. He actually feels…cozy and it’s incredibly weird to him. Something foreign almost. He places the bowl back into the bag and crawls back into his hiding place. Curling up, yawning, he thinks of you and quietly mumbles a thank you before falling fast asleep.

-

It is a couple of days later when you return, bandage wrapped around your arm. Jimin growls in annoyance and begrudgingly relief. You seem..okay from his scratch.

Stupid human can’t follow a stupid task.

“I come bearing a peace offering,” you smile, holding out two bags.

Jimin’s eyes study the bags and then trail up your hand and to your arm. Annoyingly, in his opinion, guilt racks up. You notice his eyes glued to your arm and you wave your hand.

“Don’t worry about. My friend Jin said it would be fine.”

You lock eyes for a mere second before he’s immediately spitting back, “Like I care.”

He averts his eyes, letting out a loud huff. You sit down, slowly sliding one bag towards him. He views the action from the corner of his eyes. What are you doing? He turns his head just a bit to get a better view and his eyes widen.

“What are you doing?” he practically screeches as you pull out your lunch for the day.

“Taking my lunch break. What else?” you tease, waving the take out container in your hand. “Would you care to join me?”

“No.”

You shrug your shoulders and open your container. “Suit yourself, buddy.”

You begin eating and Jimin rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and looking away. Again, he repeats the same mantra from last time.

Ignore it.

His stomach rumbles and if you heard it, you make no move to comment and instead, continue to happily eat. 

“Wow, this chicken is to die for. Compliments to the chef,” you groan, giving a chef’s kiss. “Sure you don’t want any?”

He knows what your game is. You’re just trying to rile him up to eat the food so that you can do whatever you want with him. No, not this time. It won’t work. After you leave, he’ll throw the food away. He is sure of it.

“I am positive I don’t want your shitty food,” he snaps.

You wince, putting a hand to your chest. “Ouch buddy, that hurt.”

“Not your fucking buddy either,” he growls in annoyance.

“Just slash at my feelings, why don’t yah?”

“Gladly.”

That is his last and final word. You finish your lunch, taking one glance at the hybrid and leave. Jimin sits there and makes a move to throw out the food. He hesitantly reaches out but backs away. His eyebrows furrow at his dilemma. On one hand, should he waste food like that? That would be wrong of him. On another, did you poison the food this time? Can he really trust that you didn’t?

He lasts a total of five minutes before he’s digging into the food. Maybe, just maybe, you’re a decent human. Just maybe.

-

It takes you weeks to earn the still nameless hybrid’s trust. Even then, it was only a small amount. At least you could sit closer together and talk about random things. That’s why it surprises you when he meekly asks if he can go with you this time.

You widen your eyes at his request. “What?” 

“When you leave, can I go with you? Y/N, please?” His ears are flattened against his head and his tail is curled around his waist.

“I don’t even know your name-”

“Jimin. It’s um, Jimin.” He blurts out. He clears his throat, face flushed, eyes looking at every thing but you.

“Jimin…” you whisper, the name so foreign on your tongue. “Pretty name. What made you want to come with me?”

“I…” he didn’t expect that question. “I don’t know. You just seem…comforting, I guess? I don’t know, it was stupid. I’m sorry-”

You cut him off. “Shh, it’s not stupid. I’m glad that I seem comforting to you. My answer is yes, you can come home with me.”

His eyes widen and it’s the first time you have ever seen him smile that wide before. You hope you’ll see that smile even more in the future.

-

“And this is your room!” You gesture with your arm. “I had to quickly clean it since I honestly didn’t think you would come with me so forgive me if it’s still a bit dusty.” You walk in but he doesn’t follow. You turn around towards him, cocking your head. “Jimin?”

Jimin can’t say anything. This is all for him? But, he didn’t do anything to deserve it. He didn’t please you. He didn’t let you use him as a personal punching bag for your frustrations. This is a trick. It has to be. No one is this kind to a stranger, especially a hybrid. A hybrid who hurt you. For fuck’s sake, he scratched you. Yeah, he wanted to come home with you and yeah, he did say you were comforting but he expected that you would make him share the same room or something. He didn’t know what to expect. Just not this.

“Jimin?” Your soothing voice lures him out of his mess he calls his thoughts.

“I-I can’t accept this room, Y/N.”

You must’ve pulled a face or something because Jimin is immediately tense, ready to dash right back out on to the streets.

“Why?” is the only thing you ask.

“What?”

“Why can’t you accept the room?”

He wraps his arms around himself, his tail joining them. “Never had this before. This much kindness thrown at me. Expected to..pay you in return.”

“It’s yours now, Jimin. No payment needed.”

“Why are you so kind to me?”

His question throws you off-guard and it takes you a minute to answer. You brush the lint off of his comforter. “Because you deserve it. I can only assume you’ve been through hell and back. Why not live the rest of your life peacefully?”

“Thank you.”

With that, you smile and leave him be in his new room. A couple of hours later, he joins you for dinner. Whatever you made smells heavenly. Quietly sitting down, he watches as you put the pot on the table in between you two. The bowls are already set and you serve him first before serving yourself. He mutters a “thank you”.

“Dig in, Jimin. I hope you’ll like it. New recipe I’m trying out,” you hum, taking a spoon full of the stew and blowing on it. He waits until you take a bite first. You smile in satisfaction as the spicy fish stew came out perfectly. Just the right amount of spice. He should’ve known better, really. You never wanted to hurt him in the first place but old habits die hard and he finds himself gauging your reaction to the food. You didn’t trick him before, you didn’t poison him at all, so why should this meal be different? Maybe it’s because he’s on your turf now. He waits and when he deems the food is safe enough to eat since you aren’t spasming out of control from poison or getting sleepy from a sedative, he digs in.

Wow.

You’re an amazing cook.

It doesn’t take Jimin even 5 minutes to finish his bowl and your heart aches just a little at the mere thought of him being hungry ever again. 

“Must’ve been good?” You tease light-heartedly. Jimin nods, licking his lips clean. “Want a second bowl?”

His eyes widen at the aspect and you only take his bowl to fill it up again. Jimin wastes no time finishing the second one. He feels all warm, fuzzy even and he looks down at his stomach in confusion. This is a familiar feeling. A feeling he had on the day you two met. It takes him a good solid minute, weighing the pros and cons of asking you if you had made that soup. Would you think it was weird if he told you he had remembered the fuzzy feeling? Would you think it was weird if he told you that that was the only time he had ever felt close to home? Finally, he concludes that either way, he needs to know because he cannot stand the stupid curiosity that’s nagging him.

“I..I have a question,” Jimin mumbles.

You nod, gulping down the remaining water from your cup. “Shoot.”

He looks around the room as he hesitantly asks, “Did, did you..you know, that soup..”

“Soup? What soup?”

“You know, that soup.”

“I’m not following, Jiminie?”

His face heats up at your nickname for him but you don’t seem to realize that you even said it in the first place. He finally blurts out, “The one that you gave me the first time we met! Did you cook it?”

“Oh.” 

“I just,” he continues. “It was the only time I ever felt..I don’t know. Nevermind- it’s stupid.”

“Yes.”

“What?” Did you actually think it was-

“Yes, I made it. I wanted you to have a homemade meal. And I was apologizing to you so I thought it would be a bit more..special I guess.”

“Thank you..”

You both clean the dishes, wash up and head to bed. Jimin is finally alone to just process everything. This could be a home for him. He lays down, relishing in the softness of the bed. He wraps himself with the comforter. It smells so nice and it feels so warm and so..homey. Yawning, he doesn’t notice the smile creeping up on his face as he closes his eyes, sleep taking over.

-

A couple of weeks have passed and having Jimin around is such a delight. Not having to come home to an empty apartment feels so much better. He helps you clean, he accompanies you when you’re watching something on the tv. He lets you ramble about your day at the coffee shop. It takes Jimin a while to grow used to being here. And not everything is so pleasant. Countless of times, Jimin has woken up from night terrors, from flashbacks of that place. And this time isn’t any different.

It’s around 4 in the morning when Jimin wakes up, his eyes flying open from the nightmare. Gasping for air, he looks around. Everything seems so hazy, so dark. All he can remember is him screaming for you.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. You’re not going to give him away, right? Right?

You weren’t anywhere in sight and he could feel himself panicking. He rapidly jumps up, trying to find the light switch or the curtains or something to give light. To give him hope that you hadn’t sneakily sold him back to her. He trips over something and reaches out his hand, grasping a cloth and pulling it down with him. Moon light floods the room and he curls up, sobbing and shaking. His heart is racing and he silently begs for you to appear.

You jolt awake at the loud “thunk” coming from somewhere in your apartment. You jump up, grabbing your baseball bat and tip toe out of your room. Hearing whimpers from Jimin’s room, you drop the bat and rush in.

“Jimin, oh my god, are you okay?” you ask alarmed, freeing him. He’s shaking all over, eyes closed and arms wrapped around himself.

“Please tell me I’m not there again. I don’t wanna go back. Please, please please..” He repeatedly mumbles. “I’m a good boy. I’ll be a better boy, I promise. Please, just don’t take me there.”

Without thinking, you wrap your arms around him, rocking him back and forth. “I promise on everything holy that I will never leave you. I will never let you go back there, Jimin.”

He sobs into your shoulder, gripping tightly at your t-shirt. His tail wraps around you, and you stroke his head.

“Shh, I’ve got you. You’re here, you’re home. It’s okay, you’re safe. I promise,” you whisper. After a long time, Jimin grounds himself and he pulls back to see you, worry filling your eyes and tears at the brim of them.

“Y/N,” he mumbles, diving right back into your arms. You only rub his back in soothing motions.

That was the first night ever that he had asked you to stay in his room.

-

The next morning while you’re making a delicious breakfast for the both of you, he stalks into the kitchen. You hum a little at his presence, asking him if he is okay. He hums in agreement and stares at you. You, already used to him just staring at you, studying your movements, continue cooking. He walks up behind you, ears pinned back, arms opening up.

He back hugs you.

You’re startled for a moment and it makes him hesitate to tighten his grip but when you don’t move away, just slightly humming as you continue to cook, he smiles, ever so slightly, tautening his hold.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he murmurs into your back, so quietly that you have a hard time hearing him. But you hear him. He buries his head into your back, inhaling your comforting scent. “Thank you.”

That’s when you realize that the future for the both of you would be much brighter from here on.

[wwhbtsjin]

First Date

Pairing: J-HopexReader

Genre: Fluff (A/U: Best friends to lovers)

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: I’m actually just getting biased wrecked by everyone 

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2:00 P.M. Jung Hoseok :I’ll pick you up at 5:30 pm ok? I’m looking forward to our first date, as a couple, Princess. 

2:05 P.M. (Y/N) : Oppa! It’s only our first date!  Why are you calling me Princess? And also are you not coming home?

2:07 P.M. Jung Hoseok: You- I-...I’VE BEEN CALLING YOU THIS EVER SINCE I MET YOU. I’m only coming home to pick you up.

2:10 P.M. (Y/N) : Aish- okay I’m sorry I’m nervous! This is our first official date since I told you...you know...

2:11 P.M. Jung Hoseok: No...no I don’t know...I think I need a reminder 😜

2:13 P.M. (Y/N): Before I realized I liked you okay! You know that! Aish- I need to get ready! Text me when you’re here!

2:15 P.M. Jung Hoseok: Wait...I’M PICKING YOU UP IN THREE HOURS DOES IT REALLY TAKE YOU THAT LONG???

2:16 P.M. (Y/N): Bye Oppa!!! 😙

You giggle to yourself quietly as you exit out of the message. Today was your first official date with your longtime friend of 15 years and now roommate, Jung Hoseok. Everyone knew him as J-Hope in the neighborhood, but to you, he was Hobi Oppa. Your Hobi Oppa. The two of you met back in school when you were 10 years old and he was 11.

~

Flashback to 15 years ago…

You sat on the swing alone at the park. Humming to yourself as you drank a banana milk quietly. You were originally from Busan, but moving to a whole new place, well it hasn’t been the easiest on you. You missed your best friends. You missed your playground that you and your friends ruled.

“I don’t like it here…” You mumbled to yourself as you kicked up some of the sand below you.

“Hey watch it!” Another voice suddenly appeared.

You looked up to find a young boy rubbing his eye.

“S-Sorry, did I get sand in your eye?” You reached into your pocket for a handkerchief, “Here use this.”

He reached for it and rubbed his eye, “It’s okay I’ve had worse. Hey is that swing next to you free?” But before you could answer, he plopped himself onto it, “I’ve seen you here almost everyday! My name is Hoseok! I’m 11!”

“I-I’m (Y/N)...I’m 10.”

“I take it you just moved here,” he jumped up on his feet, “Well I’m the prince of this playground! And I need a princess! Would you like to be my princess? We can rule this playground!”

You know...his positivity is something you needed.

“Sure.”

Hoseok jumped with joy, “Yes! Meet me here at the same time tomorrow!” And with that he took off running.

So you kept the promise and made your way to the park as soon as you got out of school Hoseok beat you there, he was already sitting on the swing with a bag at his feet.

You walked up to him and sat next to him on the swing, “Hello Hoseok.”

“If you’re my princess You can call me by stage name! I’m J-Hope!” he said dancing around, “When I become a great dancer who’s famous, that’s what everyone will call me!”

“How about Hopey?” You giggled.

“Too girly!” Hoseok stopped dancing and pouted.

“Hobi!” You smiled, he was making you feel genuinely happy, “That’s not too girly.”

“I like that! You can call me Hobi Oppa!” Hobi reached into the bag and put a princess crown on your head, “I was really embarrassed buying this at the toy store yesterday, but this a moment that needs to be remembered.” He reached into the bag and put a prince crown on his head, “From this day on, you’re Princess (Y/N) and I’m Prince Hobi!”

~

You and Hoseok have been an inseparable pair since then. You guys did everything together. Had all the same homeroom classes in school. Tried every single new thing together. Went to every restaurant that caught your eye. Studied together, went to the same cram school, you name it. Everyone thought you were dating for the longest time, well except you guys.

It took you guys a while to realize the feelings you had for each other. The day it happened, is a day you’ll never forget, even though it was only 7 days ago.

~

Flashback to Last Week

“Oh my gosh Oppa! I’m so tired!” You both had gotten off of work the same time after a really long day.

You worked for a BioTech research lab in Seoul while Hobi had owned a very successful dance studio also in Seoul. Yes, both of you had moved to Seoul together. And you guys had figured you guys might as well sign a lease for an apartment together to save money. You guys respected each other's boundaries and privacy always.

You sat down on the kitchen table and laid your head down on it. After a long day, you were looking forward to jumping into your pajamas and one of Hobi’s hoodies since they were so big on you. It was just really comfy!

Hoseok stood at the fridge, “Did you eat yet?” It was pretty obvious he didn’t with the way he rummaged through the fridge.

“Noooo” you said barely lifting your head up to look at him, “I’m hungry but I’M TIRED”.

You didn’t notice, but he had a really nice side profile and he was just looking at the fridge. He was actually really handsome. He’s definitely not that young goofy boy you met years ago.

Hoseok noticed you staring at him and his cheeks flushed with a light shade of pink. The same time you were having these thoughts about Hoseok, he also realized how cute you were to him.

“Well we don’t have much I can cook,” Hoseok scratched his head and closed the fridge, “Want to order takeout and we can both go shopping on our next day off? We can watch a movie while we wait for the food.” 

You nodded, “I like that idea! Tteokbokki, Jajangmyeon and Chicken?”.

“Oh my god you’re a fattie,” J-Hope took out his phone and began ordering, “But I’ll do anything for you”. And he meant it. 

You handed your card to him, “Yah, use my card. I’ll pay since we have to order for both our fat asses.” 

“Too late I already ordered,” he flashed a smile at you and picked you up, “LEt’s watch a movie!”

But him picking you up was a surprise. You felt your cheeks heat up and butterflies soon filled your stomach, “Yah Oppa! What are you doing!?”

He set you down on the couch with flushed cheeks, “S-sorry Princess,” his childhood nickname for you, except this time it made you feel something different, “I want to make sure you’re comfortable and relaxed.” He seemed a bit more timid but affectionate today.

You smiled as he walked over to the television. He turned it on and began searching your various streaming services for something to watch, “What are we in the mood for today?” 

But just then the doorbell rang. It was your food.

“I’ll get it Oppa! You pick something and surprise me!” You got up and quickly thanked the delivery man before setting the food down on the coffee table in front of the television.

Hoseok picked one of his favorite movies, Taegukgi.

He plopped next to you, wrapped a blanket around you and him and you guys ate your food quietly while watching the movie. You and Hoseok have always been comfortable and relaxed with each other, but today he was being extra...affectionate. Not that you didn’t like it. In fact, it was making you really happy. Nobody took this much care of you.

Once you guys finished the food Hoseok stood up and paused the movie, “Let me clean this up real quick.” You knew he didn’t like the mess.

When he returned he leaned on the arm of the couch and laid on his side, “U-um (Y/N)?” his cheeks were flushed again, “I-is it okay if I cuddle you? I-I just really want to be comfortable with you and relax right now.”

You nodded and crawled up next to him. You laid on your side and fit into his arms perfectly. He pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you, pressed play and wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close.

It’s a good thing he couldn’t hear your heartbeat, because you could’ve sworn that it was going to shoot out of your body. Hoseok’s warmth around you made you feel comfortable and safe. Feeling each breath he took that hit your neck sent chills down your spine. But nonetheless, he made you feel relaxed. Soon enough, you fell asleep in his arms.

Hoseok looked down at you when he heard your tiny snores. He smiled warmly and moved your hair out of your face, “So pretty…” he mumbled to himself and snuggled into you. 

You caught him by surprise when you shifted to your opposite side, leaving only centimeters between your guys faces. His face was as red as a tomato, and as much as he wanted to kiss you that very second, he wouldn’t do that because you guys were best friends. He didn’t know how you felt about him. So he shifted up a little so your face was at his chest and you snuggled into him more. He decided to leave you be and finish the movie before he would wake you up to go into your room.

About 45 minutes later, Hobi felt you stir in his arms. He looked down and saw that you were starting to wake up, ‘She’s so cute…’ he thought to himself.

“O-oppa??” You yawned and looked up at him, half awake, but cheeks flushed pink. When you realized how close your guys' faces were, you shot up, but Hoseok pulled you back down.

“Do you know how cute you are when you fall asleep?” Hoseok moved a strand of hair out of your face and looked you in the eyes, “You’re so cute I’m gonna explode.” His cheeks were flushed pink.

“O-oppa…” was all you could say. By now you were sure your cheeks were as red as tomatoes. 

“I never really realized this (Y/N)... but I like you. Like I really like you. You’re so cute, cuddly, beautiful, amazing. I feel so comfortable and relaxed with you. You make my heart flutter every time you smile and laugh. When you’re in the room, my day just gets brighter.” Hoseok stared at you seriously. It was so easy to get lost in those deep brown eyes of his.

“I-I like you too Oppa…” you hid your face in your hands and pulled the hood of his hoodie over you to hide the embarrassment of your really red cheeks, “I’ve never been cared for and protected by anyone the way that you have for me.”

Hobi’s face lit up and he took the hood off. He reached for your hands and pulled them away from your face. Cupping your cheek and gently making you look at him he smiled and said, “In that case, will you be my girlfriend, Princess?”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, “Yes I will Oppa.” 

~

It was currently 4:00 P.M. and you were searching through your closet to decide what to wear. Hoseok didn’t tell you what he had planned for you guys, so you didn’t necessarily know what to wear. It was cold, snowing, and it was almost evening.

“Now I can go with warm but sexy...or cute and cuddly,” you opened your wardrobe, “It’s our first date as a couple, so cute and cuddly it is.” You pulled out your brown long coat, a white long turtleneck, black leggings and your favorite boots. You curled your hair just a little before applying light makeup on. By the time you were done, it was 5:30 and you heard a knock at the door.

“Who could it be?” You peeked outside through the peephole and saw that it was your boyfriend.

You opened the door, “Oppa did you forget your key?” But your mouth dropped open when you saw him standing at the door with a bouquet of flowers. 

“We may live together already, but I wanted to make this genuinely special. I went with Jin hyung to the florist today and he helped me put this together for you...it’s custom made with your favorite flowers and colors.” He handed it to you.

You smelled them and smiled, “It’s absolutely gorgeous, I love it. Let me go put these in a vase and then we’ll go okay?” You scanned your boyfriend up and down and noticed you guys were matching, “This was so not planned.”

He chuckled and back hugged you as you were putting the flowers in the vase, “You look absolutely beautiful though princess.” 

You turned around and wrapped your arms around him while looking up into his eyes, “And you’re as handsome as when you left this morning Oppa. What are we doing this evening?”

“It’s a surprise, let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and you guys made your way to the car parked downstairs.

Hoseok and you always were jamming out to whatever songs you guys had in the car. Nothing really changed for you two, except the fact that you both knew that you loved each other.

Soon enough Hoseok parked the car backwards in a lot and looked at you, “Stay here and I’ll come get you when I’m ready/” He got out of the car and you heard the trunk open, “Don’t look!” 

You giggled and saw the trunk begin to glow, “Okay Oppa!’

After a few minutes of hearing him run around, hop in and out of the trunk, opening and closing things, he suddenly appeared at your door and opened it for you, “My Princess, our first date is ready!” 

You guys intertwined your fingers and walked around to the trunk. But the scene was absolutely beautiful. Hobi had laid out some blankets and pillows in the back of the car, had little lights strewn about and had the most amazing looking dinner ready for you guys. Surrounding the car were some little nova lamps and a little heater to keep you guys warm. And the best part was, all of this was overlooking the skyline of Seoul.

“Oppa it's so beautiful,” you hugged him tightly and looked up into his eyes, “I love it.”

“Anything for our first official date, Princess. This totally beats our takeout and scrubby clothes meals in my studio right?” He chuckled while wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close.

Your cheeks heated up as you realized how close you were. You’ve known each other so long, only been dating a week, and never kissed him. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t know if he was ready to. “Any moment with you Oppa, I love you regardless. This is absolutely stunning though!” you ran to one of the nova lights and squatted down to look at it, “Wait...did you take this from my room?”

He scratched the back of his head, his cute habit whenever he gets embarrassed, “M-maybe… I just wanted it to be pretty okay! I thought these were cool when you brought them home!” 

“I like your taste,” you giggled and waddles over to the heater and held your hands in front of it, “It makes this whole date feel so cozy!”

Hoseok hopped into the trunk and held his arms out to you, “This isn’t all I have planned for tonight. Let’s eat first. Come here, I’ll keep you warm while we eat.”

You complied and crawled in between his legs. He put a blanket over the two of you and reached for the tray of food. On it was a play of Hotteok, Bulgogi, Samgyeopsal, Rice, and Chicken. Some of your favorites that you guys loved to share together. “Oppa it looks yummy!” You squealed as you picked up a piece of Bulgogi with your chopsticks. You turned halfway and held it up to him, “You eat first!”

No protest from him. He opened his mouth wide and ate the piece of meat. He smiled and then fed you a piece of samgyeopsal in return. Throughout the cute little picnic, you and Hoseok enjoyed each other's presence, talking about life, singing songs together, pointing out things through an I Spy game, the simplest of things, but you loved it all.

“Did you enjoy this Princess?” Hoseok rested his chin on your shoulder as you guys looked over the skyline, “Because we have to go to our second part of the date!”

“Second part?” You looked up at him, eyebrows raised.

“Mhm! I have made reservations! It’s in 30 minutes, but we're only 10 minutes away.”

You nodded and Hoseok helped you out of the trunk and back into the passenger seat of his car, “What do you have planned?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said as he was loading everything back into the trunk, “But it’ll be fun!”

“Can I help you load everything?” You turned your head around only to see him load the last thing into the trunk, “Nevermind…” 

He ran into the car and soon started driving off. 

“Are we going to an arcade?” You asked.

“Nope.”

“Are we getting dessert?” Your eyes lit up at the thought of eating a nice hot chocolate croissant.

“Nope you fattie.” 

“Oh are going to Lotte World?” 

“Yah. It’s closed! Stop asking Jagi! It’s a surprise!” He smiled without taking his eyes off the road.

Your cheeks heated up at the sound of him calling you Jagi. He always stuck to Princess, but hearing Jagi come out of his mouth was something different. It made your relationship seem more official.

Soon enough Hoseok pulled into another parking lot. It was one of those places where you could pick something to paint together. The thought of you guys doing something together made you really excited. 

Hoseok helped you out of the car. He grabbed your hand before leading you inside the building. After checking the two of you in, you guys were led to a private room full of ceramics to choose from to paint. 

You let go of his hand and ran around marveling at everything, “Oh my gosh Oppa! Look at this kitty! It’s so cute!” You ran to a different shelf, “Oppa! What if we painted a vase for the flowers you got me today? Or! What if I paint a mug for you to drink your morning coffee in? So many to choose from! How can we pick just one Oppa?”

You looked back at him standing at the door just admiring how cute you were. He walked up to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, “I reserved this room up until they closed. I also paid for unlimited painting, so we could do all you wanted if we have time.”

“No way,” your mouth dropped open, “Oppa you’re spoiling me!”

He kissed the top of your head, “Anything for my Princess.”

Your cheeks heated up. That was the first time you ever felt the warmth of his lips. And that wasn’t even your first kiss. Sure you guys have drank from the same straw, but that doesn’t mean you ever kissed him.

You nodded in embarrassment, “O-okay.”

Hoseok chuckled at your cuteness. In his mind, he was freaking out about how he kissed your head and how cute you were all flustered. He wished he went for your lips instead but he figured that wasn’t the right time for it. “I’ll get the figures, you get all the paint colors you think is best.”

You nodded and filled about the different palettes with various different colors. Hoseok set down everything you wanted to paint along with one figure he had picked. It was a ceramic heart.

“I want to put our names and today’s date on this,” Hoseok held it up to you, “Cheesy I know, but I saw it on the internet and I thought it would be cute for us to do this too.”

You giggled and nodded, “I like it!”

The two of you began painting and talking about anything again. Time was passing quickly and you wish it would just freeze. Although the two of you already lived together, you didn’t want this night to end. It’s just different the last 15 years you guys spent together.

Soon enough everything was painted and you looked at them proudly, “I’d say we’re artists!”

Hoseok agreed, “I have to give these to them and I’ll pick them up tomorrow on my way home from work when they’re dry. Stay here, I’ll be right back” He walked out with everything you painted and returned about 5 minutes later. You cleaned up the paint and then you guys were ready to go.

“I had fun Oppa!” You said as you swung his hand in yours on the way to the car.

“I’m glad. That’s all I had planned for tonight. I’m sorry it’s not much Jagi, I wanted to spoil you.” He kissed your hand and opened the car door for you.

Another kiss but not on your lips, you were internally screaming, “Not much? Oppa that was everything I could ask for! I loved it! The best of it though was spending time with you!”

He smiled as he got into the driver's seat to head back to your guys apartment, “I’m glad Jagi.”

There he goes again with the Jagi! You were screaming and felt like steam was coming out of your ears. You couldn’t believe he was all yours now. You were going crazy on the inside.

Soon enough you guys were back at home. He held your hand as you were going up the elevator. You didn’t realize how sleepy you were feeling until the two of you were back inside your apartment. 

You yawned as you took off your shoes and Hoseok helped you with your coat. The two of you walked into the hallway before turning your backs to each other to go into your rooms. You changed into your comfy pajamas, which was a pair of leggings and one of Hoseok’s hoodies, different from the one you wore last week. You sat at your vanity putting your hair up and doing your nightly skin routine.

Then there was a knock at your door, “Princess, may I come in?”

“Sure!”

Hoseok came into your room wearing sweats and a tshirt. He plopped himself onto your bed and looked into your direction, “I had a great time today Jagi.” 

You put your hair up into a messy bun and turned to him, “Me too Oppa. It was really fun and relaxing!”

Hoseok pulled you down so that you were sitting on his lap. You blushed furiously at his actions and leaned your head on his shoulder in hopes of him not seeing you like this.

“Yah, look at me…” His voice was gentle as he cupped your cheek. He gently lifted your head to make him look at you, his cheeks were pink, “You’re so beautiful.” His face started leaning in closer to yours.

Was this really happening? You were screaming to yourself all night about this, was it finally going to happen?

To your suspicion, you were right. His warm lips met yours softly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close.

When you guys pulled away he leaned his forehead on yours, “I wanted to do that all night but didn’t know when.”

You giggled, “I’m glad you did. I was screaming to myself waiting for you to do so. I was about to do it myself.”

“You could have, I wouldn’t have stopped you.” He gave you another soft kiss, “You should get to sleep Princess, don’t you have work tomorrow?”

You nodded, “I do, but I don’t wanna leave this position.” 

Hoseok helped you off of him and you sat in your bed pouting. He walked out without saying a word before returning two minutes later with his phone in his hands, “You don’t have to worry about that.” He laid down in your bed and patted the spot next to him.

You crawled in and wrapped your arms around him, “I could get used to this”.

“My bed is comfier though” he reached to turn off the lights.

“We can rotate beds,” you giggled, “Tomorrow night can be yours.”

“Sounds like a plan”. And soon enough, the two of you drifted to sleep in each others arms.

[jeonggukookies]

too young || one

summary: you meet jungkook, a single parent who keeps forgetting to pick up his daughter from school

word count: 2,387

genre: parent!au, single dad!jungkook fluff/slow burn 

It was an hour after school ended when the most precious and cutest little girl knocked on your office door. She was tiny, shorter than your office desk. Her light brown hair was styled into low pigtail braids, and there was a big red flower in her hair that matched the red dress she had on. Her navy blue light up shoes were just as bright as her shining hazel eyes. “Hi, my name is Jules. Can you call Jungkook to pick me up?”

The smile on your face disappeared when she tells has been waiting outside for an hour to go home. You gave her some water and let her play with a Rubik's cube as you try to contact her parent, Jungkook. He wasn’t picking up, so you decide to look at her emergency contacts. You were surprised to see six other people listed on her file as family friends and were even more amazed that none of them were girls. It looked like she only had male figures in her life. You had never seen a support system as large as well.

When you dialed Jin, he picked up on the first ring. As soon as you mentioned Jules not being picked up from school, he quickly mumbled that he’ll be on his way as fast as he could and thanked you. He hung up, and you looked at Jules who put the toy down on your desk. “Jin will be coming.”

“Uncle Jin?” You nodded with a small smile on your face, and she smiled back. “He bought me these shoes for Christmas last year! They light up when I move.”  

After you called Jin, you and Jules went outside to sit on the school bench in front of the curb. She was quietly humming to herself and could not sit still. She constantly swung her feet and moved her head side to side. "Sweetie, do you know where your dad is?” 

“Jungkook? He works a lot, but he loves me a lot too.” 

“Does this happen a lot?”

“Does what happen a lot?” She scrunched her nose in confusion. 

“Has he ever left you here before?”

Before she could answer, a black SUV pulled up. The car came to a stop, and a tall male with dark brown hair and broad shoulders came out of the driver seat. “Uncle Jin!” 

Jules ran towards Jin where he bent down quickly to give her a big hug. He asked her about her day and complimented her shoes while fixing some strands of her hair. “Do they still light up?” 

He stood up to stomp both his feet, acting as if his brown leather shoes were the ones that could light up. Jules laughed and jumped to show Jin her shoes, and to you, that was like hearing and seeing the most pure thing ever. 

“Hi, I am so sorry! I hope I didn’t make you stay here for her,” he apologized to you as he held Jules’s hand and opened the backdoor to put Jules in the car seat. “If I had known Jungkook couldn’t pick her up, I would have done it as soon school was over.” 

“I couldn’t get a hold of him, so I apologized if I bothered you.” He buckled her seat belt and closed the door. “Is there something I have to worry about? Like will this happen again? I would just hate for her to wait again all alone.” 

“I will make sure that Jungkook picks her up the next time.” Again, he apologized. “I think he’s just stuck at traffic or work. He’s still new to all of this.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “New at what? Being a parent? For being responsible for his daughter? To remember she needs to go home after school?”

Jin opened his mouth to say something, but instead, he released a tired sigh. “If it happens again, please do call me or Jimin. He should also be in the emergency contacts. The rest of the contacts live out of town.”

“Thank you, but I really hope we do not have to call three different people to make sure Jules is able to go home.”

___

The next week, Jules knocked on your door again but this time, her hair was styled into two dutch braids. Her baby pink hair ties matched her pink skirt while her blue shirt matched with her shoes. She sat down and pulled the game, connect four out of her light purple backpack that had small white unicorns all over it. “I’ll be red.”

Her file was still on your desk, so you opened it and dialed Jungkook’s number on your cellphone. You put your phone up to your ear, and as it rang, you got up and placed the yellow piece in the center. Jules stared at the one piece for a while before placing her red piece on top of yours. 

When it went straight to voicemail, you immediately called Jin’s number and then placed another yellow piece to the left. It automatically went straight to voicemail as well, and you looked down at Jimin’s number. 

“Is Uncle Jin coming?” She asked as she put a red piece on top of yours again. “He always beats me at this game.” 

“I think Jimin is picking you up today,” you said with the slight annoyance in your tone of voice. “Does he play this game as well?”

“Not good.” She smiled. “I beat Jimin at this game a lot.”

“I love that energy. Remember to keep that,” you said right before Jimin picked up. You placed a yellow piece to the right this time, making three in a row; it doesn’t matter where the next game piece goes because you won either way. “Hello? I am calling about Jules. She hasn’t gotten picked up from school yet, and I was wondering if you would be able to since I cannot contact Jungkook or Jin at this time.” 

Just like Jin, Jimin said he’ll be here as quickly as he could, thanked you and hung up. 

“How old are you?”

Jules put the red piece on the left side before realizing she lost. She took out all the pieces and prepared to set up for another game. “Six! How old are you?”

“Not six.” You smiled and let her go first. She copied your strategy and placed her red piece in the middle. You follow her lead and let her win to see the excitement on her face. “Nice job.” 

“I like to win.” 

“I do too.” 

After two games, you held Jules’s hand and walked her to towards the blond man that was walking towards the building. He was shorter than Jin, but still tall compared to you. “Jules!”

“Uncle Jimin!” It was literally déjà vu. The same thing happened last week except with a different person. She ran towards him, and the man bent down to give her a hug. He rubbed her back, and he pulled back to look at her face. “Do you want to play connect four later?” 

“Sure thing! I made your favorite soup today too, so you can eat that later.” She clapped and jumped up and down excitedly, showing off her light up shoes. “Hey! Those aren’t the shoes I bought you!”

“Yeah because Uncle Jin gave me shoes that light up! See!” She kept jumping up and down. “Do you see?”

“Yes I do!” He put his hand on her shoulders to make her stop. “Are you dizzy? Are you okay?” She nodded. “Go to the car, kiddo. I’ll meet you there.” 

“Bye teacher!” She shouted as she started running towards the blue SUV in the parking lot. “I’ll come back to school tomorrow!”

“Thanks for letting me know that she was here.” He had a soft voice, and you can tell that he felt bad that this had to happened. “It really means a lot.”  

“That is my job as principal,” you remarked. “Teaching and taking care of all the students.” 

“Right,” he agreed. “Look, before you make any assumptions, Jungkook does take care of Jules. I mean, she’s happy, is fed, goes to school and everything. It’s just that he’s struggling with his job right now that’s not letting him out to pick Jules up.”

“And they don’t let him contact any of her six emergency contacts to pick her up?” You crossed your arms. You were always a happy and soft-hearted person, and you hated making someone feel bad. “I know it’s not your fault, but the thing is school ends the same time like it always does. He should know that by now.”

“He really does try to find someone to take her home.” 

“I suppose I trust your word.”

____

A few days later, Jules was back in your office again, but this time, she brought a deck of playing cards. Her hair was put into a single french braid, and she was wearing white dress with a blue denim jacket that matches her white converse. “Do you have any fives?” 

“Go fish.” She picked a card from the deck and sat up straight to try to peek over your cards. “Are you cheating?” 

“No!” She laughed and looked down at her cards. “Can you at least give me a hint of what you have?” 

“Do you have any twos?” You used the same playful tone as she did, and she laughed while handing you a card. “What about fours?”

“Goldfish,” she replied. You thought that it was cute, that she always insisted to say goldfish instead of go fish. “Who’s coming today? Should I guess? Should I be scared?” 

“Jin is coming.” You put the cards faced down on the table. “Are you close to Uncle Jin?” 

“Well, I see him a lot because he picks me up, you know?” You nodded. “I also see Uncle Jimin and Uncle Hobi a lot because of my cousins, Hye and Lia. They’re six years old like me.” 

“Do you have any more cousins?” 

“Does this mean I win if you quit?” You laughed and nodded as she happily picked up the cards. She put a rubber band around the deck and put them in smallest pocket of her backpack. “I have Suzy and Min, but they’re babies. And Alex is too old.”

“Do you know what your dad does to not pick you up?” Your conversation was interrupted when you see Jin by your door, ready to knock. “You ready to go, Jules?”

“Yes!” She got out of her chair and waved goodbye to you as she went towards Jin.

He slightly covered her ears. “I can promise you that Jungkook isn’t a drug dealer or anything. He’s a good parent, and good parents do make mistakes here and there.”

“Another time, I will have to meet with him myself,” you warned him before he went out the door. 

“I will make sure he gets that message.”

___

He did not get the message. 

Although you liked spending time and playing games with Jules, you still had to call Jin and Jimin four more times to pick her up. Finally, you personally called Jungkook’s work place and asked the secretary to give him the message that he will have to meet you right before school ended. 

A young man with a black fancy suit knocked on your office door. His dark chocolate hair was all fluffy and wavy; you couldn’t tell if he styled it like that or if it was naturally that messy. He had the most alluring brown eyes you had ever seen. “Hi.”

“You must be Jeon Jungkook. Please sit down.” You pointed to the chair right in front of your desk. “How are you? You seem tired.”

“I am,” he replied softly as he took a seat and put his hand out to shake yours. “But I don’t think we’re here to talk about how tired I am. We’re here to talk about Jules.” 

“Yes, well, do you know what day it is?” You asked. 

“Yes?” He blatantly said. “It’s the first day of October.”

“That means last month I had to call you and your family more than six times to pick up Jules just so she can go home.” He released a disappointed sigh. “That number should be zero, not ten. She should have transportation ready for her whether it is you who is picking her up or family friends.” 

“I know,” he said formally and looked down at his hands in his lap. “I will do better this time and make sure it does not happen again. I’m sorry to inconvenience you.” 

“Do you understand the responsibility of making sure she is safe and picked up from school? Because from your track record right now, it doesn’t seem like it.”

“Do you work the same hours everyday?” He asked. “Because I actually don’t. I  work at a company thirty minutes away from here. Sometimes I work from three in the afternoon to seven in the evening, and other days, I work eighteen hours,” he explained. Just by the sound of his voice, you could tell he was overworked, tired and hurt. “There were days I didn’t even see Jules. I stepped down from my position two months ago, and yesterday was my last day.”

“I didn’t know that.” You struggled to speak. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. You didn’t know,” he replied with a small smile on his face, but you could tell he forced it. “Knowing that would not work with Jules’s schedule, I gave up what I loved because parents have to sacrifice for their kids. I’ll be working more flexible hours and from now on, you don’t have to worry if she gets home, because she will be getting picked up by me.”  

You gave him a small smile and nodded. “I’m glad to hear that.” 

“I appreciate you for spending time with her instead of turning her away. She’s real thankful for it, for everything.” You chuckled at his comment. “Is there anything else that you wanted to talk about?” 

“That is all, thank you.” You thought that was the last time you would see him, but the next thing you knew, you saw Jules in your office the next day, waiting to go home.

[kingsuckjin]

The Enigma of Bunny Pt.2

Pairing: Jungkook, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung(later) x reader ft. Namjoon and Hobi

Genre: alternate universe!au, fluff, smut(later), horror, mystery

Warnings: mention of mental illness and possible abuse, eventual yandere themes Kookie is a sad boy in this one

Words: 4.8k+

Synopsis: You find a very sick young man in an alley and out of the bottomless barrel of kindness that is your heart, you decide take him home. only then do you realize this stranger doesn’t speak, but that’s not the only strange thing about him by far. Who is he? Where did he come from? What happened to him? And why can’t he remember anything or even speak?

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You stared down at the kitchen floor in slight shock.

You were now very much awake as you tried to take in the mess of cereal, milk and remains of dishes spilled and broken all over the counter and floor.

“Oh no, Bunny.” You whined but you looked up him and his guilty looking face. He was obviously sorry.

“Its alright. I’ll get it cleaned up. You were just hungry I guess. I’ll make you something, okay?” You reassured him but paused a moment as you remembered…

“you spoke though! Good job talking.” Your lips curled into a prideful smile and he mirrored it upon seeing yours “noona” you pointed to yourself happily. You didn’t exactly like the name but you didn’t really mind it either. He was now communicating and that’s what mattered.

He pointed to you still smiling.

“Noona.” He repeated.

“Yes good job!” You cheered him on as if he were a baby saying his first words, but you just couldn’t help it, it just felt so heart warming.

“Bunny” You poked at his surprisingly hard chest.

“Bunny.” He pointed to himself.

“Yes!” You burst with excitement now knowing he understood. He looked elated at your pride for him “so good! Nice job!”

“Bunny nice job!” He yelled excitedly.

You were now so glad you decided to encourage his talking instead of getting on him over the mess that still lay in the floor.

“You’re talking look at you!” You laughed.

Apparently, you guessed, he must’ve learning things from those dumb dramas and from you too of course.

Or possibly he was now starting to warm up enough to you enough to talk or just now figuring it all out again, you didn’t know, but you wished you did.

You looked back down at the mess in the floor to notice some paper towels looking like he had tried to clean it up but he had obviously only succeed on making the mess bigger with more for you to clean up.

You did clean it up though, and it took a while to get all the shards of bowl from the floor and god knows what else.

You eventually gave him a snack before he settled back on the sofa and fell back to sleep.

You got back in bed but it was hard to go back to sleep.

You decided you would definitely have to go back to the store tomorrow, maybe he would help you and you could spend a bit more time with him before taking him to the police station. He seemed like he had made some recovery both mentally and physically since you had found him.

You finally fell back to sleep but woke up to the sounds of the tv going and the morning sun in your room. You weren’t really ready to get out of bed yet, and normally you wouldn’t but you were curious to see if he was awake yet.

You found him watching more dramas on the sofa eating a bag of chips and making a mess of crumbs all over himself, sofa, and the floor looking like he didn’t even realize it.

You sighed as you got out the hand vacuum and vacuumed not only the cushions and floor, but him.

“This is probably why I don’t have children.” You muttered to yourself with a laugh as you vacuumed off your house guest who didn’t seem to mind it one bit.

You got dressed and called for him as you grabbed your bag and slipped your shoes on at the door.

“Bunny, shoes.” You pointed at them and he stood up getting the message and followed your lead slipping on his sneakers before looking to you.

“We have to go to the store. We need more food.” You told him and you made rather stupid eating motions.

To your surprise he simply just nodded. Whether he actually understood or not, you didn’t know, but he followed you out the door regardless.

He trailed along behind you the whole way, occasionally getting distracted by things. You had keep getting his attention to make him keep up with you and to prevent him from getting lost. Sometimes he would jump and grab for you at loud noises or car horns, but you didn’t mind that either, you just reassured him the best you could.

Once at the store you decided to make his muscular body useful so you handed him a shopping basket and he carried it for you with no qualms which seemed too good to be true, especially when he had gone quiet.

You were looking at the juice when you realized he had wondered off.

Your eyes began frantically searching the store and looking down isles hoping he hadn’t taken off out the store.

You looked like that of a nerve wracked mother trying to track down their child who probably just wanted to play hide and seek in the isles. You noticed a few concerned looking women just about to possibly ask if you needed help finding your child when you spotted your grown man.

“Jungkook” you let out a sigh of relief

You found him shoving bag after bag of chips into the basket he carried with an open one that he had been eating from.

The women who were so concerned before were now giving you strange looks as you approached him.

He smiled at the sight of you but you were horrified at him practically stealing in front of people.

“Bunny, hey, no no.” You stopped him and began putting all the chips back. “You can’t open and eat things here.” You scolded him and his happy, carefree expression melted away, he now furrowed his brows looking sad. “I’ll just buy those okay? But you can’t just eat chips all day anyway.” You watched as he took another from the bag and ate it, if you didn’t know he didn’t know better you would’ve thought it was just to defy you. He took you watching him as you wanting one so he took another out and offered it to you, you shook your head and took him gently by the bicep to drag him around the store to make sure he followed this time.

He kept trying to put junk food in the basket and when you put it back and told him no, he would whine but soon accept it. When you finally got done and paid (including for his open bag of chips of course) you kept hold of his upper arm to lead him back home.

“Noona.” He said and pointed to a cat in someone’s window.

“Its a cat.” You glanced over at it, then him.

“Cat.” He replied with his mouth full and a nod. He tried to go over to the window but you pulled him back.

“Cat.” He whined pointing at it again.

“No Bunny, it belongs to someone. It’s in their house.”

“Kay.” He replied with a nod surprising you yet again as he accepted you telling him no and used a new word. It wasn’t a groan or whine in response this time and you were elated. You were beyond happy he was talking today and attempting to communicate.

You were a bit sad though that after you went and put the groceries away that you would take him to the police station, but it had to be done.

He seemed confused at you guys going back out again, but he went willingly and seemed chipper as you both walked along the pavement.

Once in the police station Jungkook seemed confused by the place and looked around as you explained things to the officer at the desk.  He took you back where you went into detail about him as much as you could.

“Well we can take him, run his prints and hold him until we can find where he belongs. Shouldn’t take too long and he should be home by morning. Do you have a number so we can contact you and let you know when hes home safe or do you not want to-”

“I do.” You interrupted quickly and the officer took your number.

When you stood up Bunny did also thinking he was leaving with you.

“No Bunny. I need to leave you here with them? Okay? They’re going to take you home.”

He just looked at you.

“Bye.” You told him sadly as you felt a pang of guilt with your words. When you tried to leave he started after you again but the officer stopped him by grabbing his arm.

“Noona. Noona! No! No leave noona!” He seemed to have just gotten what was going on. You turned around to look at him reaching for you as you felt surprised by his strung together sentence he had made in his panic. It hurt you, but you couldn’t take him back home with you.

“I have to Bunny, I’m sorry. You need to go home.” You tried to reason with him but he was fighting against the officer and you knew you being there any longer would only make it worse for everyone.

“No! No leave! Noona no!” He repeatedly yelled for you. You refused to let yourself even turn around as you left the police station overhearing the commotion he was causing behind you.

He would be alright and you knew it. The police would take care of him now and you’d probably get a call by morning telling you he made it home alright.

But then why did you feel so terrible?

You thought back at how his shiny, big brown eyes looked so panicked and how he was reaching out to you, and desperately trying to speak to you.

It made you question why he wanted to stay with you so badly, why didn’t he want to go home? Why had he been out in the rain that day sick and just left to die if he had a home? Had he run away from it? Did whoever took care of him mistreat him? What if you had just damned him back to mistreatment?

“Oh. Hey.” You heard Yoongi’s voice as you were about a block away from home. “Did you take that weird homeless kid to the police station?”

You looked from him down to your feet.

“Yeah.” Your voice came out quiet.

“You- you okay?” For the first time ever you read slight sympathy on Min Yoongi’s face.

“I guess so.” You let out a long breath hoping it would help cleanse the guilt from your body, it didn’t work.

“Listen… uh… I was just heading out to get something to eat. If you’re hungry too then, you know, you could tag along?” He asked with a shrug.

“I’m sorry, I don’t… I’m not very hungry.” You declined just wanting to go home and feel sad where no one could see you or ask why, because you didn’t really know if you could explain why.

“You sure, it seems like maybe- nah, forget it. Its cool. I’ll see you around… you know, the apartment building I guess.”

“I’m sorry Yoongi, I just-”

“No, it’s fine. I’d rather eat alone anyway, its more peaceful. Later.” He said and walked on.

You shuffled into your building and started up the stairs to your floor when you were being called after and turned around to see Jimin looking amazing in a loose fitting white shirt and black jeans ripped at the knees. Why did you seem to always run into him right after Yoongi lately?

“Hey! I was hoping to see you today.” He said as cheerfully as ever, but you just weren’t feeling it. You thought about telling him that the chances were high of running into each other since you two lived the same building.

“How are things going with your cousin staying over?”

“Oh, uh I just walked him to the train station to meet my aunt.” You lied.

“Oh.” He let out maybe detecting your sad demeanor “You must miss him already, right?” He asked and I nodded “that’s so cute.” Jimin nearly cooed at me with a smile “well hey, maybe I can keep you company and keep you from being too lonely for a while? We could have that movie night? How about it?”

He was so sweet you couldn’t say no plus you thought he looked so amazing with the way he flipped his blonde hair from his eyes.

“Yeah, sure. I can make us something to eat too if you want.” You offered.

“Nonsense. You don’t have to go through all that work and cook for me, I’ll order us a pizza.” His eyes were pure crescents of joy and you couldn’t help but let a little of that seep into you. You could already tell being around him would probably make you feel better, you both did seem a lot a like personality wise after all. He seemed so sweet, caring, kind and positive that he had to make you feel better even if he said nothing at all the whole time.

“Alright.” You agreed even though you felt all the more guilty about just now ditching Yoongi and not Jimin. Yoongi was just… well he was grumpy and most likely a vampire or something.

Besides, if you had taken his offer he would’ve probably just acted like it was a huge burden that you came and he didn’t seem like the type who would be good at cheering people up anyway.

You and Jimin had both finished almost all of the pizza and he had his hand relaxed and stretched out on the back of the sofa behind you as you two comfortably watched a movie in your dark lounge.

“This is so nice.” He said out of no where making you look at him directly instead of just peering at his beautiful face in your peripheral vision. “Having someone to do stuff like this with.” He clarified “although I’m sure you always have someone to do things like this with.”

“I-I don’t.” You weren’t sure if he was saying you must have a lot of friends or a boyfriend or what. You wondered if he was trying to ask subtly if you were single.

“Oh? You and that Yoongi guy in the apartment next to yours seem pretty close. I thought you were friends.”

“No, not at all.” You answered “he’s kind of a loner I think.”

“Are you not a loner?” Jimin asked tilting his head cutely.

“No, I’m just in here working a lot.” You guessed that did make you kind of a loner though, you didn’t really feel the need to socialize much anymore like you did when you were younger. You were bad at it anyway.

“Oh that’s right, you’ve mentioned you work from home mostly. I guess you can’t really do much about that, that’s okay though. We can be fun buddies can’t we?” He looked down at you with his dark eyes twinkling from the movie reflecting in the corners of them.  He was so hypnotic in a way, so pretty that you just decided to agree to whatever he was offering you.

“Yeah, if you want. Its good that you live just right down stairs.”

“Anytime you need me I’m just a text away. Or if you ever get lonely…” He trailed making your heart begin to hammer. His arm that was on the back of the sofa behind you was now resting around your shoulders and his thumb was playing with the short sleeve of your shirt and grazing your skin softly. Goosebumps began to raise and scatter across your skin. His face had some how crept closer to yours without you even realizing it.

“How would you feel about us making this a thing every week?”

You could only gaze at his soft looking lips as your heart pumped yet harder behind your rib cage.

He had to notice.

There was no way he couldn’t notice.

His lips drifted even closer to yours.

But something just didn’t feel right to you.

You were sure he wanted to enclose the space between the both of you.

Yes everything about him was enticing- no- overpowering to you, but you just couldn’t.

“I-” you were cut off by your phone ringing. You quickly fished it out of your pocket and looked at the number you didn’t recognize.

“One second.” You said and he gave you a nod as you stood and hurried off to the kitchen to answer your phone.

“Hello?”

“Yes, is this miss y/l/n?” An unfamiliar male voice asked.

“Yes.”

“This is detective Kim Namjoon.”

“Detective?” You were a bit worried now about Bunny.

“Yes. I was assigned to the case of the young male you found after his fingerprints didn’t match any in our files.” He explained.

“You haven’t found his home yet?” You spoke quietly so Jimin couldn’t hear.

“Unfortunately not and it might take a while. He keeps screaming for noona and I’ve been told he has been since you left. Its all he’ll say. Since you’ve been caring for him and it might take a while to investigate this and find where he belongs, would you be willing to maybe let him stay with you for just a bit longer? If not that’s-”

“Yes.” You cut him off. “I’ll be right down to get him.”

“Oh thank god.” He sighed with a chuckle. “He’s been giving us hell.”

“I’m so sorry.” You were compelled to apologize for his behavior.

“Its alright. At least we know he’ll be nice and safe with you.” His words were almost drowned out by the distraught yelling in the background.

You knew that voice, you hadn’t heard it but just a hand full of times but that was enough to have it ingrained in your head already.

“Shes coming kid, don’t worry.” Namjoon told him before letting out another laugh.

“I’ll be right there.” You said and with that you hung up and headed back into the living room to see Jimin looking at you quizzically.

“I have to go, there’s been a… umm…”

You were at a loss for words for what exactly this was.

“An emergency?” He finished for you, so you went with it.

“Pretty much.” But was it though?

“That’s alright. Our movie just ended anyway.” He replied as he stood and stretched.

You both put on your shoes and you walked him to his apartment downstairs.

“Same time next week?” He inquired and you gave him a nod before hurrying off to your ‘emergency’ that felt more like a kid having a tantrum at daycare.

Honestly you felt rather relieved though on your way to pick up Bunny. It was a relief from the guilt you had felt for leaving him. Mindlessly your legs practically dashed to the police station and raced through the doors where Bunny was waiting on you eating a doughnut along with red haired police officer and a man in black slacks and white button down shirt with a badge neatly pinned to the pocket.

“Ahh you must be noona.” The blonde man in the white dress shirt smiled with his dimples on full display. “Detective Kim Namjoon, we spoke on the phone.”

Bunny looked up at you from his doughnut and dropped it upon hearing the word noona, his eyes went wide before he jumped up.

“Noona!” He yelled before throwing himself at you and wrapping his arms around you so tight it was almost suffocating making the detective and red haired police officer laugh.

“Aww Bunny, I’m sorry I left you here like that.” Your hands went to his back and gave him a squeeze after getting over the initial shock of him flinging himself at you like that.

“Bunny sorry.” He muttered with his arms still locked around you. He leaned over a bit but his cheek was now pressed into the top of your shoulder.

Did he think you leaving him here was a punishment of some kind?

“Its okay.” You assured him and when he released you he still held tight to your arm with both his arms locked around it.

“Sargent Jung Hoseok.” The red head introduced himself. “Its nice to finally see him calm and not eating. All that kid does is eat or cry for you.” He laughed making you feel a little embarrassed.

“Are you sure taking him back for a bit isn’t a problem? It seems he won’t even try to be friends with anyone else.” The detective asked.

“No, its no problem. I’m sure he would just rather be sitting on the sofa at my house eating chips and watching his dramas, it’s probably not even me he wants.”

“Well as long as he’s happy. We’ll let you know if we find anything out.”

You were assured by the detective.

“Thanks guys.”

“No no no. Thank you.” Officer Jung laughed joking about taking Bunny back and off their hands.

“Come on Bunny, let’s get home.” You gave your arm a tug, not to take it from him but to signal him to go… as if he wouldn’t go with you anyway. He kept his arms wrapped around yours as came with you very ecstatically and to be honest you were quite happy about it too.

As you waled down the street lap lit street, you looked over at him wearing the same clothes you found him in. His hair was beginning to look a bit stringey, there were hairs prickling all along his jaw and you wondered if he knew how to bathe himself since he could dress himself and use the bathroom himself. You hoped he could anyway. Getting him new clothes might be a problem considering you knew nothing about men or their clothing or sizes or how they shaved their faces or any of that.You were completely clueless. You decided that if he was willing to learn how to speak and behave and all that then you could learn how to take care of a man, if only just for a while. It had to be nothing compared to what he must be struggling with you guessed.

You stared at him as he held onto your arm and looked up at the stars.

“Noona.” He said and pointed at the biggest star.

“Star.” You named the object for him, but maybe he was just pointing out its glowing beauty to you, he knew you had seen these things before, you knew he knew.

“Star.” He repeated.

With all the mundane things he seemed so fascinated with you always couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever seen them before.

You thought about the poor guy had been locked away or something somewhere and it made your heart ache and your brain feel heavy with sadness.

Once you got home he wanted to sit down and watch tv but you were dragging him to the bathroom to run him a bath because his slightly haggard appearance had guilted you.

He stared at the filling tub curiously and seemed intrigued when you added bubbles, but the bubbles were technically more so for privacy purposes than anything else.

“Get in.” You pointed to the bubble filled tub hoping he would just get it, but he tried to get in with all his clothes on until you stopped him.

“No no Bunny, clothes off.” You said and made gestures of clothes coming off.

He blinked at you a moment, and thought he might like his privacy while undressing until he shamelessly began to undress right in front of you. You quickly turned around and got him some towels as he did so and didn’t turn around until you heard the sound of the water that signified him getting in.

You saw him sitting there with bubbles thankfully above and covering all the most important parts and you crouched down by the tub and grabbed the shampoo. You attempted to wet his hair pathetically and he caught on to what you were trying to do and dunked himself under the water to only come back up covered in bubbles making you laugh. He closed his eyes as you gently scrubbed at his hair. You got him to dunk his head again to rinse the shampoo before making another attempt at washing what parts of his body were above the bubble line.

“Well, I was thinking. Maybe I should give you a new name, you know for when we’re out in public or in front of people. People might get the wrong idea if I just call you Bunny all the time. I need something to introduce you as. A real name.”

You wanted him to feel more like a person and a bath, a name and your plan for getting him new clothes might help. You didn’t think anyone ever deserved to feel like no one, to not have their name remembered. A name was important.

“Name?” He looked at you as he said the new word.

You through out a male name from one of his dramas and pointed at him.

“Bunny.” He pointed at himself.

He just didn’t seem to get it like you hoped he would.

“No. You can be bunny too, you can have a real name.”

“Real name?” He parroted

You said a name of another male from a drama.

“No.” Was his clear reply this time.

“How about…” you thought of another one and you got the same reply. You went through a whole list only getting no’s from him or head shakes.

You gave up and continued on washing him up in defeat. He was pretty silent considering he had just said some new words. Maybe you should’ve praised him, shown him you were proud.

“Alright Bunny,” you grabbed for a towel “lets get you-”

“Jungkook.” He finally spoke again. You instantly recognized the name as an extremely rich, handsome man from a drama. You couldn’t help but stare as he pointed to himself and said it one more time.

You felt a wide grin spread across your face.

He understood. He picked a name for himself, by himself.

“Yes! Perfect.” You nodded making him smile too. You were glad he named himself and he liked it, you were pretty impressed. He had yet to do anything but astound you though.

“Alright, Jungkook. Lets get out of the bath.” You announced noticing the bubbles rapidly decreasing to dangerous levels in volume.

You stood and held a towel out for him to step into and were careful not to look at anything as you fastened it around his waist.

You dried his hair with a second towel and he followed you to your room where you got out some more girly pajamas for him to wear and scurried out before he dropped the towel and began changing.

When he walked out of your room to find you, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at how the tight pink pajama shirt barely fit across his broad chest. You had always thought it was a bit silly to see him in your clothes none the wiser and indifferent about it.

“Noona.” He said as he came to sit with you. You already had his drama channel turned on for him and his blanket on the sofa.

“Yes Jungkook?” You decided to use his new name.

“Still…” he seemed to struggle with his words “still…Bunny?” You understood what he was trying to ask.

“Yes. You’re still Bunny. You can be Bunny and Jungkook.”

“Yes. Bunny Jungkook.” He agreed happily.

“Noona.”

“Yes Bunny?” You asked and now he looked a bit sad.

“Noona, no leave. No leave Bunny Jungkook?”

He was asking you not to leave him again and you didn’t want to upset him and you weren’t sure if he would understand if you tried to explain that you had to if they found his home. So you lied.

“No. I won’t leave. Noona no leave Bunny again.” You assured him and it looked to ease the pain in his big brown eyes.

He looked down at your

hand and poked it a few times with his finger.

“Home.” He said “Noona home. Noona Jungkook home.”

You blinked at him as you were sure he had called you his home.

You thought it was… it was sweet, but you also hurt from it. He had a real home somewhere out there.

You began to think about how you didn’t really feel right while he was gone and how excited you had been to go get him. You had really taken to this stranger the past few days and he obviously had to you too. You just had to keep reminding yourself that it was going to end and obviously he couldn’t be here forever. You supposed that that would be something you both would have to get over when the time would soon come.

You looked over at him now asleep on the sofa right beside you. You just looked at his peaceful face for a moment, all the looks of hurt, betrayal, excitement, and confusion of today had been swept off his face. You too decided to go to bed and let it wash away from you too. You felt like you both learned some things today.

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Chapter 1 : The Interview

pairings: mafia boss!park jimin x reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: You were just a pawn in the play. Things take a twisted turn when you fall in love with the one you were supposed to cheat on. Chaos, as usual, ensues.

warnings: a few cuss words, that’s all. Oh and a little bit of a toxic relationship?

a/n: OH MY GODDDD I AM SO EXCITED TO START MY FIRST EVER FIC ON TUMBLR! I really really hope that whoever reads this, likes it :) There is no particular time for the updates but I’ll try my best to keep them regular. Feedback and criticism of any kind is always appreciated <3

part of the deception series

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Why do you sound like ‘soul’?

What kind of soul is it that you have?

What holds me back at your side like this?

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“You are going to wear that?”

I turned around and saw Jackson sitting on the edge of my bed with a deep scowl on his face.

I looked down at my outfit and frowned, “What is wrong with this?”

“Baby, no offense, but you don’t look like you’re going for an interview to work for Seoul’s biggest Mafia in those clothes. Wear a skirt at least.”

“No” I deadpanned.

He raised his brows and tilted his head to the side,”Are you saying no to me?”

My breath caught in my throat as I panicked, my face contorting into a frown.

“I, uh... I-”

“I’m letting it slide right now, but think before you speak next time.”

I nodded and let out a shaky breath before turning around to look at the mirror and coated my lips with some peach gloss before spraying some perfume. I picked up my sling bag and slid in some essentials into it.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

Jackson locked his phone and stood up, standing in front of me. His hands firmly grabbed me by my shoulders as he looked me in the eye.

“Don’t do anything that you don’t want to. Don’t answer anything that you’re uncomfortable answering. You can’t, under any circumstance, blow your cover, you get me? We’re doing this for us, for Baekhyun. You understand, don’t you babe?” His eyes were bleeding into mine, tone stern.

“Yes, I understand.”

He smiled brightly at my words and dropped a little kiss on my forehead.

“Great, at least you didn’t wear those shitty pink sneakers of yours.”

“Jackson!”

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“Hi, I’m here for an interview?” The statement came out more like a question. I couldn’t help it, the surroundings made me jittery.

The girl at the front desk seemed to notice this as she chuckled, typing something in her computer.

“First time in a place like this, sweetheart?”

It was a warehouse turned into a makeshift office. The walls were black, paint crippled. The furniture looked old and damaged. People were rummaging around the whole area, some with files and papers in their hands, others with guns and knives. It was hectic; not one person looked like they had slept for more than 3 hours.

I looked back at the girl who was now looking at me with raised brows.

“No, not really.”

As soon as the words escaped my mouth, someone came barging through the front door. His face was extremely bruised, cuts on almost all of his exposed milky skin. He doubled over and groaned, spitting out blood while falling to his knees. His hands clutched his stomach and people rushed to him, helping him up and taking him to what I’m assuming, the infirmary. He removed his blood covered hand from his stomach to reveal a big gash, continuously bleeding. I cringed at the sight and twirled around on my feet.

“I take my words back.”

She laughed lightly, “Your name?”

“Y/n”

“You gotta wait for a few minutes.”

I sat down on one of the chairs laid out beside the front desk. I took my phone out and saw that I had a missed call from Jackson. My fingers quickly worked against the phone screen as I called him back. He picked up at the first ring.

“So now you don’t pick up my calls, huh?”

“Jackson..I was talking to the receptionist.”

 “You know it doesn’t work this way baby, no excuses, remember?”

“Yes, I’m sorry Jackson, it won’t happen again.” I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning back against the chair.

“It’s okay Y/n, when is your interview?”

“It’s i-” 

“Y/n!” I looked up to see the receptionist nodding at me, silently telling me it was time.

“I have to go Jackson.” I said as I stood up and slid my sling over my shoulder.

“Knock em’ dead baby.”

“Bye.” Slipping the phone in my sling, I followed the girl to the elevator.

“15th floor?”

“He likes heights.” She smiled. “I’m Rosé by the way, and I’m not a receptionist. Thought you should know, just in case you get the job.”

My face turned red as I looked down at my feet, feeling embarrassed. She clearly had heard my conversation on the phone earlier.

“What do you do then?

“I’m his secretary. My girlfriend works at the front desk but she’s running a fever today so I’m covering for her.”

“Oh”

The elevator ‘dinged’ and opened, revealing the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen. The city looked breathtaking, the sky sparkling under the sunlight. 

“Surprised?” Rosé’s voice snapped me out of my stance. I turned around to see her grinning face.

 “This floor is exclusive so you should feel lucky to be here. And Y/n..”

I looked at her, she continued, “To the outside world, this is a normal warehouse. It should stay like that. We both know the power boss has, if you leak information, you’ll be basically signing up for your own death.”

I nodded, too dumbfounded to say anything. The whole building looked like it was severely trashed but this floor was absolutely gorgeous. The walls had a beautiful texture and were adorned by various paintings. 

“These paintings are marvelous.” I said as I walked closer to the wall on my right. The colors were lively and splashing into each other. It made me feel warm in the chest, made me feel content and calm.

“I know hun, but you can stare at these for as long as you want once you get the job and for that, you gotta ace that interview with boss.”

I giggled and followed Rosé down the hallway. We stopped at two huge doors. She knocked twice before calling his name out.

“What?”

“I have the hacker chick for the interview.”

“Send her in.”

Rosé turned around and patted my shoulder, “I hope you get it, you seem like a great girl.”

I nodded and looked at the door before closing my eyes shut and taking a deep breath. Now or never.

With a shaky breath, I pushed the doors open. My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes fell on the seven overly exquisite men scattered all over the room. I suddenly felt dizzy, bombarded with too many alluring faces at the same time.

I bowed down to all of them which they acknowledged with short nods. 

“Hey, you must be Y/n?” The one with dirty brown hair squealed, his big grin almost blinding me.

“Hobi, calm the fuck down!” The one with blue hair scolded him.

“Please sit Y/n.” The one who sat at the desk in the middle of the room said. My eyes met his and for a whole second, I could feel my heart violently throbbing in my chest. His blond locks were perfectly styled on top his head, eyes captivating and lips plump and red like fresh cherries. He looked back at me with the same amount of intensity with which I stared at him, his mouth parted slightly.

I cleared my throat and took a seat in front of his desk.

“I’m Park Jimin” He said as he offered me his hand. As soon as his fingers clasped in mine for a handshake, I felt my skin burn at the touch. His skin was  soft yet had the right amount of roughness.

“Y/n Y/l/n, but you probably already knew that.”

He made a noise in the back of his throat and nodded, bending forward to pick up a file. He started flipping through it while clicking his tongue.

“You have quite an impressive resume, Ms.Y/n.”

“Thank you Sir”

“I don’t really give a shit about this.” He said as he threw the file on the desk. I gasped in surprise and slouched back in my seat, suddenly feeling very small under his condescending stare.

“I know you hacked your college’s server to bring down the college website because it was trying to stop the students riot against the authorities. That was enough for me to know that you’re not only good at what you do, but you also do it for a good reason.” He said.

His words made me smile, his voice softer than before.

“What I need to know is that you will be loyal to me, to my men. Give me one reason why I should hire you and not those pathetic dweebs who need this job a hundred times more than you do.”

My throat felt parched as I tried to speak.

“Can I have a glass of water?”

Jimin nodded and pushed his glass towards me. My hands clamped around the cool surface as I chugged down the whole glass in a single sip and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Suddenly, I became very aware of the 7 pairs of eyes staring at me fiercely, making me feel more intimidated than I have ever felt in my whole life.

Keeping the glass back on the table, I answered him, “I’m sure you must’ve done a background check on me. I live with my friend Jackson. He found me on the streets when I was 18 after I ran away from home. He helped me get a job and go through college. Now he needs me to step up and take charge.” 

I stopped for a second and leaned back in my chair, looking up and meeting Jimin’s focused eyes.

“He has stage 1 cancer and we don’t have enough money for his treatment. I know this job will pay me well even if it’s not in the most ideal condition. I know my life will be at a constant risk working for Seoul’s biggest mafia boss, but if it means that I get to help Jackson survive, then I’m willing to work with this risk.” I let go of the breath I’d been holding and look down at my lap, nervously playing with my fingers.

“These 6 men around you are not only my best, but they have also grown up with me. You will directly respond to only us and no one else. Rosé will show you your work space and introduce you to Jisoo tomorrow. Is that clear?” 

My eyes widened as I looked up, “Does this mean I-”

“Yes Y/n, you got the job.”

I grinned as I clapped my hands like a little child and thanked him again and again.

“There’s no need to thank me Y/n. Rosé will guide you and clear all the doubts you have.”

I nodded and bowed down to all of them before practically running out of his office. 

I immediately pulled out my phone and called the last dialed number.

“He-”

“I’m in.”

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a/n :Phew, so that happened.

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