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b1acksw4n · 3 years

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Why are you here?

Pairings: Hoseok x reader (exes, post breakup)

Word count: 1.2 k

summary: You tried your hardest to forget him. You tried to forget his loving presence and his heart shaped smile. You tried to forget how gentle he was with you and all the late night talks. But all of a sudden now he’s here at your doorstep.

You’re wearing his hoodie again and you promised yourself you wouldn’t look back after you both called it quits. The soft cotton material makes your chest tighten and you’re not sure if it’s because you miss Hoseok or because you’re cruel to your own heart. But here you are in your tiny cluttered apartment on a Friday night left with memories of the dancer. You try not to let your mind wander. You try to stand your ground and keep your guard up, you really do. People like you wear your heart on your sleeve so what was the point of trying to hide this intense emotion of heartbreak and yearning for him to be in your arms again.

Some nights were harder than others. Some days there was resentment in your heart, others you craved for his touch and didn’t care about the words you both exchanged and regretted months ago. You lazily got up and entered the kitchen, eagerly grabbing your favorite tub of ice cream and a large spoon.

You sighed in satisfaction when you took a spoonful and felt it melt in your mouth. Your tastebuds prickled slightly, an indication that you haven’t ate in a while. You were left to question if you really were taking care of yourself after the breakup.

Hoseok’s inked hands tightly clutched the steering wheel. His head hit it in defeat as he slumped over, his hair concealing his hooded eyes. Was he really going to do this? Just show up without notice because he missed you so much? He was sitting here in his car only a few blocks away from your apartment. Jimin wanted him to go to a party with him tonight, but he wasn’t interested. He hated the meaningless hookups he did in an awful attempt to forget you. He hated getting blackout drunk from alcohol and waking up with a shitty hangover. Hoseok was already struggling with addiction and he didn’t need to get himself in any more trouble with the law.

Sometimes Hoseok thinks you’re better off without trash like him. He wondered how you’d feel if you found out he quit dancing and didn’t even have enough motivation to get out of bed. He needed to face his fear and quit avoiding you. He swallowed his pride and stepped out of his car, adjusting the collar of his jacket. He walked up the steps to your apartment and he could feel his heart racing with anxiety. “You can do this, Hoseok.” He nervously reassured himself and hesitantly pressed the doorbell.

Your gaze shifted from your spoonful of ice cream to the door. Who could that be? You checked your phone and it was 12:18 am. Why was someone at your apartment this late? You contemplated whether to hide in your kitchen and wait for the unknown person to leave but what if it was Jungkook and it was an emergency? Maybe you should answer it. They rang it two more times and you cursed under your breath in annoyance. Taking a leap of faith you scrambled for the door and swung it open only to meet the unexpected. He was here. Right in front of you, in the flesh.

“I needed to see you again.” Hoseok looks around as he confesses it out into the night air, clad in a leather jacket and black ripped jeans. Your heart is betraying you again, it’s loud and furious and it’s only beating for his existence. Something you’d never admit by mouth. He slowly looks you up and down, his eyes are glistening with disbelief. He notices that you’re wearing his hoodie with his name on it. He parted his lips like he was going to comment on it but decided not to. It’s pretty much silent except for the college party going on across the street and cars passing by to an unknown destination.

Maybe their destination is better than yours. You’re lost and trapped, desperately clawing your way to the top again to breathe. Trapped in this tiny apartment with meaningless I love you’s and soft cotton hoodies with his last name plastered on the back to last a lifetime. “Why are you here?” You try your best to not let your eyes betray you. Can he see the desire in your eyes? Does he notice the way they’re filled to the brim with months worth of unshed tears and unvoiced pain.

Hoseok gently took his calloused hands in your soft ones and he met your eyes with a longing gaze. “I miss you. Just give me a moment to-“ You crumbled. He grew silent and the worried look he gave you was enough to make you break. The tears wouldn’t stop and before you knew it, you were pulling away again from the man you wanted to be closest with the most.

You feel out of place and it seems like your most anticipated interaction is going all the ways you didn’t want it to. You planned for this day for months. Talking to yourself in the mirror and daydreaming at work about how you would act in front of your ex boyfriend. But this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Not with you in his hoodie and pajama pants with him seeing on full display how much of a wreck you are without him. His hands reached for yours and you gently pulled away. It was like two boats passing by. You both were never on the same page and something simple and subtle like this was a painful reminder.

Your cries were violent, your body was betraying you. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered softly. Strong arms pulled you in and your head was resting against his broad chest. Something so familiar but also foreign. He gently rubbed your back, a gesture sweet enough to drag you back down the Jung Hoseok rabbit hole. You basked in the comfort and took what you could get from him. As painful as it was to be in his arms knowing you couldn’t keep him, it was better than reminiscing. You clung to Hoseok as if your life depended on it and he rested his chin on your head, making you feel small but protected in your moment of vulnerability. “How often do you cry like this?” Hoseok spoke softly. You didn’t answer. Your silence was enough to answer that question and it made Hoseok’s chest tighten in guilt.

His rough hand tenderly caressed your cheek and his other arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer against his firm chest. The last time you were touched like this was when you both were together and you realized how touch starved you truly are. His eyes are holding you captive and you feel yourself just stay put, not wanting to leave. Your hands eventually find his chest and he leaned down slightly and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss is passionate and you want to ask what the fuck is happening but he’s pulling you so close the scent of his cologne is overwhelming you. You both pull away after what seems like hours and he looks at you like you’re the most important person in the entire universe.

Maybe you both couldn’t let each other go after all.

#bts #bts fanfic #hoseok x reader #bts hobi #hoseok is pining for the reader #dreaming about hoseok again #hoseok and his dancer bod #exes to lovers #post breakup #getting back together #meant to be #hoseok always finds his way back to the reader #hoseok is a trouble maker #hoseok bad boy

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Make you mine.

One Shot.

!8 +

Hoseok x OC

Angst , fluff

OC is a popular solo idol in love with street dancer Jung Hoseok.

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“One date. Come on...let me take you out for coffee. Once, just once?” I sounded like a broken record at this point , hands gripping his arm as he leaned against the table, writing out something about positions on his notebook.

Jung Hoseok, impatient as always, gave me a shove, causing me to trip and land on my butt.

“Ow.” I muttered glaring at him. He stared down at me, unimpressed.

“I told you not to come in here when I’m working. No. I won’t get coffee with you. Now go climb into that million dollar car of yours and get the fuck away from me.” He said sharply and i flinched at the coldness in his tone.

I swallowed. Grinning wide, i ignored the sharp sting of his rejection. i could process the hurt later. For now, i had to change tactics. Lifting myself up, I rubbed my tailbone , moving closer and trying to peer into his notebook.

“Okay...no coffee..” I smiled, touching his arm gently and pulling back again when he glared pointedly at me., “ That’s fine . What’s your plan when this ends? I don’t have anything on my schedule for the next two hours. We could just hang out? Talk about stuff? Your sister told me you’ve been working on a mixtape recently? I’d love to listen ....”

Hoseok groaned.

“Leah, go get your fucking hair done or buy out the latest Gucci collection or whatever it is that you rich snobby bitches do in your free time. Stop hounding me... we have nothing in common? Why on earth would i want to hang out with you?” He snapped.

I shrugged.

“Because of my rocking hot bod and angelic voice? Because I happen to be the nation’s sweetheart? Because i got voted, “most likely to offer you her umbrella in a thunderstorm “ last week? I’m kind and beautiful and sexy. I can cook you your favorite dishes and suck your dick under the table while you’re eating it? “

One of his students, who just happened to be drinking water a couple of feet away from us, spat it all back out, wheezing as he gave me a look of horror.

I gave him a sweet smile and a wave. He blushed red and smiled wide at that and my smile faltered. \

I was sick of the adoration, sick of the applause, the praise , the compliments and the flattery. Sick of the stage itself and I couldn’t wait for my contract to end this year. I wanted to get back to songwriting and singing in my studio. Releasing vocal tracks only. No more make up or pastel dresses or bunny years. No more aegyo in fansigns , no more pretending to get scared by fucking confetti on the stage. No more giggling when a guy looks at me. No more shying away from anything even remotely adult because i was delicate.

I was drawn out of my thoughts by Hoseok clearing his throat.

“So you’re not leaving?” He tilted his head in question.

“I love you.” I said simply.

Hoseok sighed, reaching out and gripping my elbow hard. He yanked me close, till I was right in front of him and I licked my lips, shamelessly staring at the plump redness of his lips. He gripped me harder at that, fingers digging into the tender flesh of my arm and I gasped.

My entire body sang at the contact and it was impossible to explain how it made me feel. Hoseok looked angry. He was angry. But I didn’t particularly care. Not when he was touching me like this.

I stared at his face, his beautiful fucking face with the sharp angular features, his dreamy body ,broad shoulders and lean waist, those mile long legs and those thick thighs.

I wanted something raw and real and heady and strong and there was nothing more breathtaking than the man in front of me. A real man. The kind of man you wouldn’t mind getting on your knees for, even in public. the kind of man who makes your breath catch in your lung. Makes your lips part and your thighs wet.

He smiled.

“You don’t know what the fuck love is, you little--- ” He shook his head , swallowing the insult and I bit my lips, making to move closer but his grip tightened holding me away from his body. Pain began shooting up y arm but I ignored it.

“Then show me...I want you. “ I said softly.

“I’m not a sextoy you can buy because you saw me in a catalogue. if you’re horny go fuck one of your cotton candy haired oppas. ” his free hand shot up, gripping my jaw .

I wanted to scream .

“That’s not what this is.” I choked a little when his thumb slipped down to my neck and squeezed . I kept my eyes trained on him, refusing to back away. I’d done a lot of that in the early months. But after nine months, this crush or whatever sure wasn’t going away. and i wasn’t even going to try denying how badly I wanted him.

“What is it then? Because right now all I’m seeing is a desperate little slut, so eager for attention she’s willing to beg for my di-”

“Hob-ah...let her go.” Min Yoongi’s calm voice rang out from behind us and hoseok smirked. He stepped away and I knew he’d bruised my chin and my arm. But I resisted the urge to rub against the skin.

“One date.” I whispered. “Please.”

He smiled , his face softening .

“Never in a million years. Get the fuck out of here before I call security.”

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Yoongi watched Hoseok go through the routine one more time, flat on his back, head cradled in his arms .

“Why do you keep refusing that girl?” He called out .

Hoseok didn’t stop dancing.

“Cos I don’t like her.” he grunted, hips rolling in tune to the music, sweat dripping down his neck.

Yoongi scoffed.

“You do know I’ve seen your search history right? For someone who doesn’t like her you sure spend way too many of your waking hours watching her fancams. ‘

That made Hoseok pause.

“Whatever hyung, she’s just joking around. “

“For nine whole months? i think she means business.”

“What business? Fuck me once and leave... not into that.”

“ Or maybe she wants to get to know you...”

“What’ there to know hyung... nothing that would interest someone like her, for sure. She probably spends more many a day than i make in a month. I’m nowhere near her level.”

Yoongi sighed.

Hoseok’s mind seemed to be made up.

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When i first heard that they wanted me to debut Solo, I’d been so flattered. Debuting solo meant I would have no one else to please or get along with. i could do my own thing and just the fact that they trusted me enough for that made me feel on top of the world.

But as time went by , I realized that all it meant was I would be saddled with bone-crushing loneliness.

Alone in the waiting rooms.

Alone on the stage.

Alone while the other female artists crowded together.

It was lonely on the top and I had to smile and laugh through it all.

But the loneliness was most pronounced when I was stuck without a friend. A girl i could confide in and trust .

When everything is silent and quiet, that is when the loneliness inside you screamed the loudest.

I sat with my knees drawn up , leaning against the wall and staring out of the bay windows, watching the rain pound the glass.

And in the vast emptiness of my apartment, it was always silent and quiet.

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“Alright , that’s it!!!” Hoseok grabbed my arm, hauling me straight off the small stool i was sitting on and I yelped, surprised.

“Hoseok-”

“Get the fuck out of here. I know for a fact that you’re only looking for someone to play around with and I’m not going to be the poor pathetic sod who get caught on camera with you only to get hated on and cancelled and whatever the fuck else your cult does..... I want you out of my life.!!” He shouted and I dug my heels into the ground, yanking my arm away from him.

“I don’t fucking care about any of that. My contract ends in two months ...I’m not going to sign back on with my damned company!! They can’t control who i see and neither can my fans!!”

“You’re going to quit your company...? the biggest label in the country? You expect me to believe that?!” He scoffed.

“It’s true! I’ve had enough of being on the stage. I don’t enjoy it anymore ! All its done is “ left me sad and alone and without a single friend.

‘”Paid for all your ridiculously expensive lifestyle?” He sneered.

I sighed.

“You’re obsessed with my money Hoseok. I’ve never flaunted it in front of you. I’d be happy eating dukkbeokkie from a street stall with you. I don’t care about money or my company.”

“Really? you don’t care about your company?” he shook his head in disbelief .

“I don’t.” i insisted.

“then how about this. I’ll be done with the day at nine o clock tonight. Meet me at the dance studio at ten. Come alone. just you. And not in that flashy car of yours. Take a fucking cab. Don’t bring your fucking bodyguard or your manager. Don’t even tell them where you’re going. If you can do that, I’ll believe you.” He said softly.

I swallowed.

“I...that’s... that’s dangerous.”

He scoffed.

“Thought so. Your money and your label is a part of you. And they’re things i can’t stand. So just stop-”

“Okay!” I blurted out, heart pounding.

Hoseok stopped talking, staring at me with a frown.

“What?”

“Okay.. i’ll... I’ll take a cab from my apartment.... I’ll come meet you at the studio. “ I whispered.

“Don’t be a fucking idiot.” He said harshly.

I felt my anger rise.

“You asked me whether I can put aside my money and label.... I can! I fucking can!”

“Just leave Leah! ” He turned on his heel.

“I’m going to be there!! At ten , tonight. And if I show up and you don’t, let’s just admit that you’re a fucking coward, Jung Hoseok!!!” I screamed at him.

He didn’t even look back.

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The studio is deserted.

Of course it is.

Feeling a little bit like a fool, I wrap my arms around myself, sinking into the shadows as I walk up and down the hallways. Its still just a little past ten. I could wait a while. Just in case he changed his mind.

Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes.

I swallowed, the darkness seeming to close in on me.

Footsteps made my ears perk up but then anxiety spiked when i heard unfamiliar voices.

“....she fucking pants after him like a bitch in heat and the bastard is too much of a pussy to take her up on the offer.” One of them says .

“I know. Holier than thou Hoseok. Fucking prick. Like if you don’t want that a grade cunt, why not just pass it on to one of us huh?”

“....fuck ...just wanna run into her in some dark alley. I’ll stuff my fingers in her whore mouth and give it to her nice and hard , like she obviously wants. “

Nausea rising, I stumbled to my feet and made to move away but they had already turned the corner, both of them stopping at the sight of me.

I felt my heart leap up into throat... stark terror blooming inside me. I opened my mouth to scream but my voice wouldn’t come , I was too petrified to even breath.

I turned on my heel, adrenaline making me run really hard.

I’d barely moved a few inches when i crashed into a very familiar chest.

Strong arms wrapped around me, drawing me into his warmth and i heard Hoseok’s voice growl from above me.

“You’re fired. “ His voice trembled with rage. “ You have five minutes to get the fuck out of here.”

Both of them stood frozen.

“Hyungnim...we’re...”

“If you leave right now you’ll be walking out. If not you’re gonna be needing a fucking ambulance , Jaehyun.”

The sound of them scarpering away made me relax, exhaling in sweet blessed relief as I sagged into his arms. The cry that I couldn’t vocalize earlier came back with a vengeance and i choked, pushing away from him.

“I... I’m... i need to go.” I sobbed out, my nerves completely frayed as I stumbled a little. Hoseok’s hands reached out gripping my waist when i lost my balance and I flinched trying to pull away.

“Leah...wait. Leah...” He said , sounding upset and i felt like a stupid, pathetic fool.

“They were right. You’re.... you don’t want me. That’s not your fault...I’m such a... “ The tears threatened but i refused to cry in front of him. That’s what my big, expensive apartment was for.

“Leah...no. Its not fucking true...Fucking look at me, Damn it” He grabbed my shoulders shaking me and i was forced to stare at his face.

“I like you.” He gritted out. “ Fuck I may even be a little bit in love with you and I feel like the worst kind of bastard, making you come here tonight..alone but i swear I didn’t think you would turn up... It was so fucking reckless baby.... You could’ve gotten hurt, why would you come here....”

“you like me?” I whispered, stunned.

He stopped , sighing.

“Yes... I do.. Always have. i just... I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea what with who you are and....You deserve someone who can spoil you and I’m far from being made of gold....”

I cut him off with a kiss, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my lips against his.

He laughed and kissed me back, lips soft and gentle against mine.

“It’s a good idea. “ I whispered, nodding my head.

He hummed, rubbing his nose against mine, gripping my thighs and hauling me up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him.

“We have a lot to talk about.” He said softly.

“We do.” i agreed.

His lips pressed against mine again.

“But than can wait?” He asked softly.

“Yes it can.”

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author’s note : just a snipper for that prompt i wrote earlier :D I’ll probably make one more part of this later :D

#hoseok fics #'hoseok smut

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harryhooksgazebos267 · 5 years

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BTS Crack Fanfic

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

THE STORY IM ABOUT TO TELL IS JUST A JOKE AND IT’S REALLY DUMB...I WROTE THIS ABOUT A YEAR AGO FOR MY FRIENDS WHO ARE THIRSTY FANGIRLS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. YOU. HAVE. BEEN. WARNED.

Once upon a time, there lived 7 different men. No, not men, fucking little shits who like to ruin people’s(mostly ARMY) lives. Anywho, the seven boys names were Seokjin(aka Jin), Yoongi(aka Suga), Namjoon(aka RM), Hoseok(aka j-hope), Jimin(aka Chimmi), Taehyung(aka V), and finally Jungkook(aka Kookie).

Jin~

* Oldest

* Can cook

* Is a mom

* Worldwide handsome

* Face of a fucking god

* Deserves better

Suga~

* Acts all tough but is a soft little shit

* Sleepy grandpa

* When active you better watch the fuck out bcs this man will rap, dance, and sing circles around you

* Hot guy who can play piano

RM~

* Smart little fucker

* The definition of daddy

* Would be the one that if you are at dinner with your parents and you say "daddy can you pass me ______" he would give you it not realizing you are talking to you dad

* Hot and cute at the same time

* Wrecks everything even that p***y and d**k

J-Hope~

* Will destroy you with his dance moves

* BEWARE OF HIS HIPTHRUST

* Is a dom, don’t @me

* Ball of fucking sunshine

* Can rap but also sings(listen to spring day)

* Deserves better

* Sprite

* Cutie

Jimin~

* Shy but lowkey freaky

* Seriously this man is a little horny fucker

* Probably gay

* Also a great dancer

* Hits notes higher then stephen hawking IQ

* Fine af

* HAS DESTROYED MY LIFE

* Will go from I’ll have her home by 8 to she calls me daddy

* Voice is as smooth as a buttery yeast roll

* Funny/weird/cute/sexy

* Will ruin your life, please stay clear

Jungkook~

* Youngest

* Nice face, nice bod, HAS FUCKING ABS KFKWOJDNE

* Seems cool

* This boy can do anything

* Voice is 10/10

* Rumor has it, his golden abs have blinded people

Nobody knows the origin of these disrespectful little sausages who I love with all my heart but some believe God sent them down as a form of population control since there hip trust can kill any unsuspecting victim. Now that we know a little bit about the 7, why don’t we get into the story?

One spring day, all 7 of the boys were at home. Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook were sitting on the couch playing games, J-hope was hiding from Suga since they were playing hide and go seek, and Suga was asleep in his room(gave up looking for j-hope as soon as the game started). This of course was like any other day in the house of BTS. Now you must be thinking that I forgot about Namjoon and Jin right? Nope, I didn’t. Those two were in the kitchen because Joonie boy is a thirsty little hoe and wanted the Jin’s D so he asked him if he could help him learn how to "cook". Jin being the angel 👼 he is said of course.

Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook continued playing whatever they were playing until they heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen, followed with Jin screaming "Fuck Namjoon don’t go so hard." All three of them paused at that. Hoseok came out from his hiding place and rushed into the living room followed by Yoongi who had woken up a little bit ago. The 5 of them were completely still waiting for the next movement/sound to come from the kitchen.

"Ohhhh that taste so good," Namjoon moaned out followed by a noise of something being repeatedly jerked(I couldn’t think of a word)

"Go harder and faster," they heard Jin say and then the noise became more frantic and fast.

"Like that?"

"Yeah just like that."

"Joonie be careful putting that in there, it’s quite big."

Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi all gave each other the "look" while Jungkook was jungshook and disgusted.

This continued for about 20 more minutes then small moans and groans could be heard through the house. Jungkook had enough of the grossness and decided to go into the kitchen, get Jin and Namjoon to stop being dirty, and continue gaming(we all know his freaky ass just wanted to see some action). Even though the other 4 protested, he decided to still go in there. Hesitating a little, he took a deep breath and threw open the kitchen door.

"Guys can you-what the fuck?"

The other 4 followed Jungkook in only to stop dead in there tracks red faced. Nothing could prepare them for what they saw.

Jin and Namjoon were sitting in the kitchen eating burgers, sausages, hotdogs, rice, and cookies. (I couldn’t think of anything 🤷‍♀️)

"Hey guys!" Namjoon states with a mouth full of food. The 5 boys stood in the door way dumb founded. All the noise they heard was just Jin coaching Namjoon on cooking.

"What’s wrong?" Jin asked as the boys still stood there lost for words.

"We, we though...."

"We heard moans and..."

"The noises were loud..."

"Namjoon being the thirsty dude he is..."

"WE THOUGHT YOU TWO WERE BANGING!! WE THOUGHT YALL WERE GIVING EACH OTHER THE D,” Jungkook screamed over the other 4 boys who were trying to form words.

Namjoon and Jin looked at each other for a split second and started dying of laughter.

"You thought we were what?" Namjoon laughed out as tear started to fall out of his eyes.

"Why would we have sex with you guys in the house?" Jin questioned also in tears. Again, the other boys were silent.

"Plus, Joonie boy and I haven’t banged in a good bit. The only person I’m banging right now is Jimin and that’s only on the weekends,” Jin laughed out as he exited the kitchen.

"Yeah that’s, wait what?” Namjoon asked as he processed what Jin just said. Leaving the boys to give each other, the look

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