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justcallmenikki7 · 9 months

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BTS Reaction To: The Purge Night

Mafia!Au-Purge!Au-Split!Au

Summary: experiencing the purge with your mafia boyfriend can go many different ways.

Warnings: killing/murder (obviously, it’s the purge lmao), language, stealing/robbery, slight angst, fluff (haha), suggestive comments, badass y/n, torturing, crack, nonconsensual touching from stranger, split!jungkook, character slapping reader, angst, taehyung being taehyung.

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Notes: hiiiii! I’m back. My life has been so chaotic and busy ever since I got my second job back in March, and so I haven’t had much time to myself to even do anything. Thankfully, I learned on how to take time for myself now and balancing everything out. Anyways! I apologize if I’m rusty with my writing, it’s been a while. And idk how to feel about taehyungs part.

Kim Seokjin:

Ever since Korea has followed along with the United States by having the annual Purge two years ago, you decided with your boyfriend to go and experience it. Now, of course, you are prepared. Having a boyfriend who is the leader of the Korean Mafia, it’s no secret that he is prepared in many ways when it comes to…illegal things.

At first, he was against the idea of you going out on purge night, but once he realized that this was an internal thrill and want for you, he decided to go along with it. Whenever you heard of the purge happening in America, there was this thrill and excitement for one night a year for legal crime, you were wanting it to happen in Korea, and once you heard the news of Korea writing a bill and finalizing it, you wanted to purge. Now, it is a sick want, but some people need to release their anger and do shit that they would not do on a normal day when there are laws in place, but having that ability to do it with no repercussions, what could go wrong?

You were finally able to release the anger and hurt that a few people caused you and you wanted pay back. Could you just have Jin kidnapped and you could enjoy your sick pleasure by torturing them? Of course, but it is different when you can do everything start to finish.

“Babe, I think they’re dead…” you heard your boyfriend say in a monotone over the noise of your knife stabbing into the lady who embarrassed you when you were in sixth grade in front of the student body. She caused you anxiety and humiliation at a young age.

“Are you sure? Her body moved just a second ago.” You questioned cutely, already knowing she’s leaving the mortal realm. You’re just enjoying the thought of her never living again.

“Yes… she died five minutes ago, shortly after her husband.” Jin stated with a smirk on his face from watching you huff and fix your ponytail after giving the woman one last jab at her chest. Pushing off the wall, he walked over to you and cradled your face in his hands, loving how your cheeks crinkle your eyes because of how you have big cheeks that fit your face so well. “You do realize you spent about close to two hours of torturing and killing her that you have ten hours left? We must drive an hour to the next ‘victim’ of yours. And that depends if the roads are blocked off from Purgers.”

“With your driving, well make it there in twenty-five minutes. Plus, the boys already made sure that they’re not blocked.” You commented, grinning at Jin’s face turning red from realizing that you’re right.

“Okay, let’s get going, smart ass.” He ordered, slapping your ass before he grabs your hand and helping you step over the murder scene that just took place in the house.

Min Yoongi:

When the first purge happened in Korea, you and your boyfriend Min Yoongi obviously joined in on the fun. Now, on the second year, that is happening once again.

You were currently getting dressed into your purge outfit. You are wearing jean shorts with fishnets, combat boots, a crop top, a black leather jacket, your hair straightened, and face paint that is skeleton designed. Yes, you know that there is no reason to get dressed up for this night, but there’s no point in going out in sweats and a hoodie while you rob Walmart, the mall, and Hobby Lobby. You want to play the part.

You convinced your boyfriend to dress up with you this year since he did not last year, and it took lots of bribing and promising things, but you got what you wanted in the end like you always do.

“Babe, you ready? In about ten minutes the sirens will go off and along with announcement.” Your boyfriend told you as he walked into the bedroom, mouth dropping at your outfit, and just you in general. He’s now thinking about you guys staying in because he can feel himself getting excited at what he wanted to do with you – to you. “Maybe we should stay in tonight babe.”

Turning around, you glared at him. “Do you not realize that Hobby Lobby has cute house décor that we need for this place?”

“But I can just buy them for you baby,” your boyfriend pouted, along with making a fair point.

“But we can save that money with just stealing, legally! Plus, what’s the fun in that? We can take whatever we want without having to spend a single dime. And there’s build a bear at the mall, and I want all the stuff animals. We are not staying home just so you can rip my outfit apart. We can do that after the purge.” You countered back, determined to get free things, and possibly fighting someone who gets in your way.

It's been a stressful week with idiots at your job, and you’re looking for a reason to punch somebody.

Grumbling, your boyfriend threw his hands up in defeat, not wanting to challenge you while your mind is set. He’s learned when you threw a water bottle at him in the nono region when he tried to persuade you from not spending $50 on a large stuffed llama at Walmart because you already had plenty of stuffed animal llamas at home.

“Yes ma’am, can we at least break into the Oliva Garden on seventh street and take their breadsticks on the way home? I’ve been craving them lately.” He asked, putting his necklace on that you got him on your guy’s sixth month anniversary and his rings.

“I was about to ask the same thing,” you said, spraying your favorite perfume on. Right as you sat it down on your vanity, the sirens went off. Grabbing your gun that was specially made for you, you put in the gun holster that went with the outfit and your bag that had an emergency kit for just in case, along with one extra gun, you walked up and kissed your boyfriend.

“Ready baby?” he asked, taking your hand in his.

“Let’s roll! Hobby Lobby, here we come!”

Jung Hoseok:

It was a good idea at first, but now you’re questioning your train of thought from earlier, along with listening to your boyfriend. But sometimes men don’t know what they’re talking about. But then also is a long-time thief and is a mafia boss, so he does know what he’s talking about half of the time.

You just hate being wrong.

You thought that breaking into a bank that looked untouched from any other Purger’s was skeptical, but you decided to go ahead and do it anyways. But now, you realized that you should’ve listened to your conscious and boyfriend.

“This is your fault.” Your boyfriend commented, handcuffed to the wall.

“How is it my fault? You should’ve said something,” you snapped back, knowing that he did, but you won’t admit that he’s right.

“Stop being stubborn and just say, ‘babe, you were right, I’m a dumbass.’” He sassed, giving you a look that you hate. If only your hands weren’t handcuffed you would have smacked him, because it is the look of ‘you’re a dumbass,’ and know you were a dumbass, but you had a good idea that seemed like one to you, but it wasn’t.

You live and you learn.

“If you don’t wipe that look off of your face, I’ll do it for you after the boys get here and rescue us.”

“What are you going to do? Hit me?” He spoke in a childish tone, but you ignored and acted like you didn’t hear him.

Yes, you two are acting like children while being held at gun point, not caring that you are getting judgmental looks from your captors. What is even funnier, they don’t realize that they have the king and queen of the Korean mafia handcuffed to a pole. So, they are in a big surprise when the gang gets here.

“Will you two shut the fuck up? You sound like my kids right now.” A guy snapped, massaging his temples as if he has a headache.

“No, he called me a dumbass,” you argued back, “and I am not a dumbass.”

“You kind of are, babe.” Hoseok commented in a nonchalant tone. And after he said that gun fire began, a sign that his gang was here.

It was a quick process to say the least since the men who cuffed you both and had guns pointing at you for fifteen minutes were amateurs. After both of you getting uncuffed and you getting lectured by Jungkook and Taehyung on how you don’t know how to rob a place, you hit Hoseok in the arm.

“That’s for calling me dumbass,” you sneered, an angry look on your face.

“Noona, you kind of are…” the maknae’s said at the same time, quickly looking away once they felt your glare.

Kim Namjoon:

You don’t know what it is with your boyfriend, but he is like a child on Christmas morning when it comes to robbing places. He is in his own little world, piling up video games for the Maknae line for their Christmas presents, all of the sprite that he was able to get into the cart for Hoseok, all the colorful lights that Yoongi has talked about getting for his music room that he has at the house as his getaway area whenever he has the chance with his busy schedule of tracking people down, and then Jin kitchen décor for the kitchen at the base. You guys probably need to make a pit stop at HomeGoods for more of the decor because Walmart doesn’t have good selections, but it is the thought that matters.

“Babe! I found a book that I want to read!” Joon yelled out, reading the summary on the back of the book.

“What’s it called?” You asked, walking up to him and leaning your head against his arm, looking down at it.

“It’s called ‘The Cellar’ and it’s by this writer named Natasha Peterson. I’ve never heard of her, but this book sounds awesome.” He commented, placing it gently into the cart, “I’m getting it. I saw that it is a series, so we need to stop by Barnes and Nobel to get the rest of the series.” He mentally added that onto his list.

The peacefulness that was surrounding you both as you guys wondered around Walmart ended as soon as loud laughter sounded throughout the store and a gunshot. Namjoon instantly went into mafia mode, which is what you call it, and grabbed you and threw himself over you as he moved you both behind the shelf of towels and shielded you from any harm. His gun was pulled, and he was already texting the boys, who were also out and about on purge night, that there was a problem. You can’t trust anyone in general, but on Purge night, it’s a different ball game.

You could hear the group being rowdy, knocking everything over that was in their sight, making vulgar comments, and being disgusting in general. It sounded like they were getting closer, and that was making you nervous because of the fucking cart that was in the middle of the aisle.

“Joon, the cart.” You whispered, nervous as hell.

Namjoon muttered ‘fuck’ under his voice and was about to get up and grab the cart, when all the sudden WAP by Cardi B began blaring throughout the store.

Fucking Taehyung.

This obviously grabbed the groups attention because you heard them become alarmed, and slightly confused, on why WAP was blaring over the speakers. You heard someone yell, and then the sound of running on the other side of the aisle. You exhaled, relaxing when you heard the music turn off and Taehyung’s voice.

“I’m such a smart individual you guys.”

Park Jimin:

You and your boyfriend Jimin decided to stay in for the night. You both are not ones to partake in the new holiday because Jimin already deals with it daily. Whereas with you, you are not a fan of murder, despite being married to a mafia boss.

The house was on lock down, security cameras live on the second T.V. in the living room, the other T.V. playing your favorite show, the both of you cuddled up on the couch, and your favorite alcohol beverages next to both of you. It was peaceful, something that you both love when it comes to being with one another. It can be quiet, and no words spoken while you two are together and it isn’t boring or awkward, just peaceful.

That was until the camera for the backyard went black and Jimin got up quickly, and the look of anger and calculation was on his face. The peacefulness gone and the thought of murder was settling in the air. Becoming nervous, you jumped up and stood right behind your boyfriend, hands holding to both of his arms, and you pushing yourself up against him, trying to become one with him.

“Baby, grab the gun that’s in the cushion that you were sitting on. You remember how to use it, right?” Your husband asked, checking to make sure you remember. It’s been a long time since you’ve had to use a gun because there was never a need too, until tonight.

“Yeah, I remember,” you answered while you grabbed it, hating the cold feeling to it.

“Good, stay next to me at all times, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” He replied, grabbing his gun from the side table, cocking it, and began to walk towards the kitchen where the bulletproof glass was that gave you both the ability to look outside. Peeking through it, your heart dropped at what you saw.

One of your security men hanging from the tree that was by your back porch. The churning of your stomach, heart pounding in your chest, and the want to wish you were dreaming was taking over your mind. And what was worse, the lights going out in the house. No power, no ability to see, and the fear of losing your husband became too much.

“Oh Jimin, I’m back. Let’s have some fun, shall we? There is only eleven hours left, and that gives us time to catch up. It’s been a long time, my friend.” A voice you never heard before sounded through the house, and it held everything but kindness.

Clutching Jimin’s arms, you felt tears brimming your eyes.

“Text the boys and tell them to hurry and tell them that Jacob isn’t dead. Tell them to come prepared,” he demanded quietly. “And if we don’t make it, just know we will meet again. I love you Y/N.” Jimin promised, bringing you in and holding you tightly.

Never in the ten years of knowing Jimin have you heard him sound scared before. But you did forget that there are still somethings you don’t know about him, and this is one of them.

Kim Taehyung:

There have always been snakes in every group, whether that being in gangs, friendships, relationships, or even in workplaces. There has been suspicion of a couple of snakes in the gang that your boyfriend runs, and you didn’t think that they would have the balls to do it on the night of the purge, of all days. You could do it on a Sunday, but they thought it would be best to do it on the night of a murder holiday.

You were sitting comfortably on the couch in your boyfriend’s office, watching Tik Tok and talking with your boyfriend as he does paperwork. Everything was peaceful until the moment that his six best friends ran into the office, closing the door and having pissed off looks on their faces.

“What the hell is going on?” Taehyung asked, standing up with a calculated look on his face.

“It’s Max and Jaiden. They’re the snitches and they’re gathering a few others to take us out tonight. Our security teams. The ones who are here now in this building.” Namjoon responds.

“Are you fucking serious? And are they stupid?” Taehyung questions, hands turning into fists as he thinks on what to do. It took a few moments for him to figure out on what he wants to do, before he looks up, “let’s go get rid of them all, but let’s save the two fuckers for last. We need to know what they all had done.”

The six men nod their heads before they left the room. Taehyung was the last to leave because he needed to gather a few things, along with kissing you goodbye. “Lock the door on my way out, you know it’s me when I do the three knocks.” He told you, helping you off the couch and led you to the door. As he walked out, you closed it and locked it, before making your way back to the couch to get comfortable.

Fifteen minutes later, the three knocks sounded. You realized it wasn’t a long process, but you brushed it off as you got to the door and opened it. Only to be greeted with Jaiden. Your heart fell to your stomach, and you quickly stood back.

“Hey, Y/N. Didn’t think I know the knock trick, huh?” He smirked, gun drawn and pointing at you.

“You know you have a death wish if you try something,” you pointed out, “you should really think about whatever you’re planning on doing.”

You didn’t even see him raise his hand until you felt it on your cheek. “Shut the fuck up. Do you not realize how fucking irritating it is to be bossed around and not be appreciated? For everything you do for this fucking gang, huh? You sacrifice your life daily for a guy who doesn’t even know how to fight. What kind of fucking leader is that, huh? And then see him take the girl you have loved for years and claim her as his own?” He questioned, stepping towards you.

You’re focusing on two things right now. The pain in your cheek and his reference towards you. He’s been in love with you? And he thinks that Taehyung has taken you from him? This guy is fucking delusional.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about? You could’ve done this tomorrow, or yesterday, or even last month. But, on purge night? That is hilarious.” You heard your boyfriend, relief flooding through your body. A groan of pain and the sound of electricity sounded through the air, and you know it was the taser that Jungkook bought for shits and giggles. Looking up, hand on your cheek from the hit, you said Jaiden on the ground, Taehyung standing above him. “You’re going to wish that you never once laid a hand on MY girl and for going behind my back to Ateez and giving them information.” Taehyung growled out, looking at you with a look that shook you to your bones.

Jeon Jungkook:

Occasionally, your boyfriends alter appears. Sometimes, it scares you because of how violent he can get, along with barely interacting with him. JK, for the first time in over a year, that you know of because that was the last time you had interacted with him for a few minutes, is out tonight.

You don’t know how to approach him, you don’t know how to do anything because of how you barely know him. You know that he is your boyfriend, and you do love him, but he scares you. You know that he wouldn’t do anything to you at all – he even told you that himself last year, but you know that you do not want to see him in action.

The gang had to leave the base because of Purgers who hate the gang, despite them never hurting an innocent citizen and only trying to protect them, raided the base and only a few got out. So now, you guys are now in the city, trying to get to across town on foot to the safety house that’s in the country. Everyone’s running, JK and his six brothers who are prepared for anything, and several other men who are a part of the gang are keeping the extra eye out for any danger.

You’re not an athletic person, running is not in your vocabulary, and so you are getting winded quickly. You thought you would be an athletic person when it comes to possibly dying, having all the adrenaline in you, but there isn’t any and so you’re slowly falling behind. Not being able to speak up because of having no breath in you since it’s long gone from the running you’ve done, you stop for a second and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath and stretch for a few seconds.

Of course, you’re that person that stopped and now you’re getting yanked from the back. Screaming, which catches everyone’s attention, you began to kick the person who has a hold of you.

“Y/N!” Your boyfriend screamed, running towards you, only stop when other people came out of their hiding places and having guns drawn and ready to shoot. The look on your boyfriend’s face sent fear down your spine because it’s a look of pure bloodlust, the want to kill and torture the man who has you. “Let her fucking go, now.” He demanded, voice thick and deep.

“And why’s that? You don’t want to share this piece of meat with anyone else? Listen, pal, I can do whatever I want tonight and that is her.” The guy cockily said, the feeling of his hand sneaking down you, causing you to squirm and move his hand away. “Good luck on trying to stop me, but I have more men than you. There’s no way you’re going to—” He stopped in his sentence from your elbow jabbing into his stomach and then your foot making contact his dick. You learn thing or two from dating your boyfriend. “You fucking bitch!”

A warzone happened, and you somehow dodged his fist as it flew at you, but you ran towards your boyfriend, jumping into his arms, only to meet the ground with your back and he threw himself on top of you to protect you from any danger. The guns stop firing, and you heard the guy who grabbed you groaning. Hoseok managed to shoot him in the leg, but everyone else in his group are now dead, along with a wounded Jimin and Seokjin, and a dead member who meant everything to everyone.

“Nice job, baby,” JK praised, standing you both up, only to pull you against him, both your chests pressed together and his hands gripping your waist. This caused a blush to ran come across your cheeks and your chest, the look in his eyes hooded, but you know it is still JK, and this got you even more excited and nervous.

“Well, Jungkook taught me a thing or two… and so, I just acted.” You stuttered, trying to keep eye contact, but it being difficult from how intense JK is staring at you.

“Well, I can teach you a thing or two later. But now baby, I have to do something that I don’t want you to watch, or if you want to, I can teach you a few other things. But I don’t want to scare you away. So, now be a good girl and look the other way, you won’t like what you’ll see.” He ordered, eyes now deadly and not the ones that made an appearance for a few moments that comforted you.

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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BTS Reaction: You Wiping Off Their Kiss As A Joke

Jin:

His mouth fell slightly open as he watched you wipe off his kiss, then he immediately grabbed your shoulders and tugged you back towards him.

“If you’re going to wipe off my kiss, I’ll just give you another one!” he teased, pressing his lips against yours once again.

You looked up at him and smirked, then slowly wiped your lips with the back of your palm.

“Alright, I guess I’ll give you another!” he declared, kissing you once more.

As you raised your hand again, he took ahold of your wrist, stopping you.

“Baby, I assure you, no matter how many times you wipe off my kiss, I’m not letting you go until you take one, so you might as well accept it.” he giggled, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Maybe I want to give you one.” you smirked, grabbing hold of the back of his neck to push your faces together. You kissed him roughly, knocking the breath right out of him.

“You could have just asked…” he chuckled shyly, causing you to squish his blushing cheeks. “But you’re not getting the last laugh.” He suddenly picked you up in his arms and carried you to the couch, making you squeal as he threw you down. He crawled on top of you and attacked your face in kisses, and you desperately tried to push him away. “Stop resisting my love Y/N! You know you want my kisses!”

Suga:

You were both cuddled up together on the couch, watching a funny show and enjoying each other’s company. You declared that you were getting up to get some snacks, and he gave you a kiss before you did so. As you stood up, you rubbed your fingers over your lips cheekily, then tried to scuttle away to the kitchen.

“Hey.” Yoongi grumbled deeply, clearly unamused. You turned around to see him looking at you with a cold glare. He pointed his finger down to his lap, snapping his fingers together at you. You slowly approached him and sat down in front of him, staring at him with a bratty grin. He gingerly placed his hand against your cheek, then leaned down and captured your lips in a deep kiss, moving his mouth against yours over and over as he tangled his fingers up in your hair. He nipped at your bottom lip a bit before pulling back, leaving you breathless. “You gonna keep this one?”

“Uh, yeah, I will.” you stammered, taken aback by his bold display of affection.

“Good.” he smirked, ruffling your hair a bit. “Just had to make sure.”

J-Hope:

“Get back here you brat!” he shouted down the hall as he chased after you, smile still wide on his face. “Don’t make me tickle you again!”

“No, anything but that!” you giggled, dashing into the living room. You had just escaped from him pinning you down on the bed and torturing you with relentless tickles as “punishment” for rejecting his kiss.

You ducked behind the couch, wedging yourself against the wall. He stopped in front of it to catch his breath, resting his hands on his hips and smirking at you. “You brought this on yourself Y/N. If you would’ve just accepted my kiss you wouldn’t be in this predicament.”

“Okay, I’m sorry Hobi!” you pleaded, peaking over the top of the couch. “I’m very sorry, I won’t do it again! Just please, please no more tickling! It’s too much!”

“That’s better.” he told you. He crawled on the couch to face you, resting his palms on the back of it. “Now give me a kiss as retribution.”

You giggled before going up on your tiptoes in your squatting position to give him a soft and loving kiss, pressing your fingertips against his jaw to deepen it a bit. “How was that?” you asked, smiling up at him.

“I think I can forgive you now.” he said, nodding his head. “Now will you please come out from behind the couch so we can get back to the movie?”

RM:

He looked genuinely hurt, and you immediately started to regret fooling around. He furrowed his brow and scratched behind his ear before leaning in and looking into your eyes sincerely. “Y/N did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me?”

“No honey I’m not upset, you haven’t done anything wrong.” you assured him, putting both hands on his cheeks lovingly. An IQ of 148 and he still couldn’t tell when you were joking!

“Then… why would you wipe off my kiss? Was it a bad one? I can try better-“ he immediately put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you in for another kiss, this one much deeper and more passionate. You started laughing in the middle of it, making him even more confused. “Oh god am I that bad of a kisser that you’re making fun of me?” he asked worriedly, starting to panic and think he was the worst boyfriend in the world.

“No Namjoon, you’re totally misinterpreting everything!” you cried out, smiling and plopping your head down on his chest in agony. “I only wiped off your kiss to be funny and get a reaction out of you. Then when you tried to kiss me again it was just too cute. I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“Oh, okay!” he smiled adorably, relief washing over his expression. “I’m just happy I’m not a horrible partner.”

“Are you kidding, you’re the best partner in the world!” you reassured him, giving him a light peck on the lips. “I hope this makes up for the confusion.”

Jimin:

He was actually the first one to wipe your kiss off, catching you off guard while you were eating dinner at his place. You immediately decided that you would get him back on your next date, no matter the cost.

You were both walking back to his apartment after a night of drinking with the boys. Your buzz was giving you plenty of confidence as you walked up the steps to his place. As he reached to his pocket for his keys, you tapped him on the shoulder and held out your arms when he looked over at you.

“Awh, does someone want a hug?” he asked lovingly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Mm, I want a bit more than just a hug Jimin.” you chuckled, leaning your head back to give him easy access to your lips.

“Oh really? Does my baby want a kiss then?” he teased, his warm breath blowing against your neck. You nodded, looking up at him with an enticingly dark gaze. He happily obliged and closed the distance between you, moving his lips against yours in a few strokes before pulling back and looking at you adoringly.

You decided that this was the perfect moment. You removed your hand from the back of his neck and reached for your lips, but something stopped you before you could wipe off his kiss. You looked down to see him clutching your wrist, a playful grin on his face. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“W-Why not?” you stuttered, wondering how he knew what you were planning to do.

“Because sweetheart, you can’t out-do the doer.” he taunted, tilting his head from side to side in a cocky manner. “Now, let’s get you inside. I’ll have to teach you how to be a good brat.”

You realized your tactics backfired as Taehyung threw the blanket off of his lap and got up to leave your shared bed that you were cuddling in.

“No come back, Tae I’m sorry!” you pleaded, reaching out and tugging on his sleeve.

“How dare you reject my kiss.” he sulked, looking at the wall defeatedly. “I thought you loved me?”

“Oh my gosh, of course I love you!” you cried, sitting up to wrap both your arms around his one. “I was just joking!”

“Is that all I am to you, a joke?” he scoffed, turning to face you with a look of betrayal as he clutched his heart with his free hand.

“Man, those acting skills are really coming out today aren’t they…” you sighed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Well I’m not giving you any more kisses until you apologize.” he huffed. He snapped his head away from you dramatically, and you did your best to contain your laughter.

“I’m very sorry for not appreciating your kiss, Taehyung. I’ll never do such a thing in the future.” you told him sincerely, not being able to help the smile that crept up your lips.

“I forgive you.” he chuckled, breaking his character. He practically jumped back on the bed and pinned you down, then took your lips in another kiss. And this time you kept it, mostly because you couldn’t handle him being such a drama king all over again.

Jungkook:

He dramatically threw himself onto the bed as soon as you were both home, shoving himself entirely under the covers with a heavy sigh.

“Jungkook, I said I was sorry!” you laughed, plopping down next to him to shake his shoulders, which were burried under layers of blankets.

“Don’t talk to me!” he sniffled, shriveling up further into the mattress. “You hurt my feelings!”

“I’m very sorry darling, I didn’t mean to.” you told him, trying your best to sound sincere when this was all clearly a fake scenario. He just wanted to use this moment to his advantage and get you to be all sappy, and you knew it. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to play along. After all, you had started it knowing how much of a baby he was. “I was only trying to be funny.”

“Well, I didn’t laugh at all.” he huffed out against your pillow. Suddenly he sat up, throwing the blankets off the top of his head and crossing his arms over his chest. “I think I can fix it though.”

“How would you like to try?” you asked him, folding your hands together and leaning forward in anticipation.

He leaned down until his face was mere inches from yours, glancing down at your lips before meeting your gaze. His eyes were dark and sultry as he licked his lips, making you freeze in place. “Kiss me.”

You blinked and gulped a tiny bit, then did as he asked and pressed your lips against his. His arms came up to wrap around your back, warm hands caressing your waist as he dove in deeper. Your hands went up to his hair to give it light squeezes, letting yourself get lost in his touch.

When he finally pulled back, you both shared a small smile before he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Of course I did baby.” you told him.

“Good.” he said flatly. Suddenly he rolled up the sleeve of his black hoodie and wiped his palm over his lips painfully slow, eyes locked on yours with a mischievous glint. Your mouth dropped open before he gave you a devious grin. “Now we’re even.”

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silv3rswirls · 1 year

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Worm

Warnings: blood, mentioned violence, possessiveness, jealousy

It’s not fair.

This wasn’t fair.

With a storm of tears and sweat dripping down your face, you ignored the sting of glass dipping into your skin as you grasped desperately at the grass around you. You kicked up gusts of sand as you crawled feverishly, only for your ankle to be caught in his hand

“I didn’t do anything!” You shouted, voice hoarse and shaky as he yanked you by the ankle, dragging you through the beach sand in one hard pull. “I didn’t, I promise.”

“Don’t play stupid” he spat, “who do you think you are disrespecting me like that?”

“I didn’t” your voice slipped, “I wasn’t talking to anyone, I promise Hobi.” You tried his pet name, one that always made him smile matter how worked up he got himself over things like this. But when you turned to look back at him his scowl hadn’t disappeared and his eyes hadn’t softened, sometimes they never did, but everything you hoped they would. He was so jealous and possessive; everything set him off at this point. He hardly took you out, favoring the comfort of locking you inside with him. But you had begged, and begged, and begged until he gave in and took you to the beach. A small one far out of town, one where no one went to swim or lounge- a dingy messy little plot of sand and overgrown grass.

Much to Hoseok’s dismay, there had been a few people around. Just a small group of friends from the college not far from there. You wouldn’t even consider your brief words to one of the young men as anything, but he did. He always did. And as always, once they left and the two of you were alone, hell broke loose.

Ever since you fell into the web of Hoseok’s obsessive love towards you, you had grown to expect the outbursts, the punishments that came with disobedience. You didn’t like it, being stuck there with him, but he gave you no choice. You were stuck now, forever trapped as his.

“Come on, I love you” you emphasized, bracing yourself for whatever he would do.

He scoffed, “all I do is love you, how dare you try to fucking play me.” He was closing in now, face a bit red and hair matted with sweat and sand from the blistering summer day. “Cower all you want, you’re all mine. No one could love you more than I do, so get it through your head that you’re mine.” He sat back on his knees, looking down on you with such hatred at the moment, the obsessive lover gone and replaced with a cruel captor. You could only shrink as you always did, he looked as if he truly could kill you this time.

He started to make his move but it never came. Your eyes had squeezed shut, but all you heard was him cry out.

You had never heard him in pain; it was always you.

You barely realize what you had done, watching him reel back cursing at you.

Blood was pouring from his nose and mouth, and your shoe was covered in it as well.

Had you done that? Kicked him?

“Hobi?” You hesitated, voice shaking. Why had you done that? “I- I didn’t…” Instinct maybe?

The blood dripped down the curve of his chin, onto his shirt and sand as he spits it out. He looks at you, eyes blown wide with momentary shock. Had his kind little angel actually hurt him?

“You’re so weak and worthless like a worm” He would say to you, so beneath himself and so docile when it came to his love, he had never considered something like this.

As quick as the shock and confusion hit him, it was gone. He rose once again, blood smearing as he wiped it away.

In a panic you took a fistful of sand and threw it at him, watching as it hit his face and scrambling to get up and run as he hissed and fell again. He rubbed at his face and eyes erratically, grunting in frustration as he watched you bolt away.

He supposed, even the meekest of creatures would retaliate if pushed enough. Docile little toys can’t stay docile forever. He should’ve known better. He got up once more, scoffing with a small smile as he watched you in the distance. Like he always said, you would never get away from his love. He’d just have to squish every little ounce of fight you had left.

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namjoonswaifu · 11 months

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Chapter 7- The Move

Authors note- I am so sorry it has been taking me so long to write, every time I sat down to write, I just had writer's block and nothing was working. However, I am on holiday in France right now, and the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I finally found inspiration. This isn't a long chapter but I hope you all enjoy it.

total word count: 2.4k

warnings:

warnings: mentions of weight, AFAB character, mentions of female body parts, references to the weight of M/C, loosely based on my own research of the ancient Korean royalty system, bullying, loneliness, anxiety, money problems, mentions of how other people view characters body

message me if you feel I need more warnings or if you would like to be a proofreader!

As soon as the words came out of your mother's mouth, the smile on Namjoons face changed from one of nervousness to one of genuine happiness. Taking a step back from your family, Namjoon moves to talk to the audience.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologise for what just happened. Let us move on to the next event! I sincerely hope that you enjoy the music and food! Please, enjoy yourselves!” he speaks, his hands moving to clasp together as he finishes his sentence. The crowd stays where they are, still reeling from the events that have already happened this evening.

You turn your head to make brief eye contact with Namjoon, to find that he was already looking at you. He takes a step towards you and offers his arm to you. Smiling brightly at the man, you try to place your arm in his as elegantly as possible, knowing that the court is watching you. Once your arms are connected, Namjoon smiles down at you. His smile passed on words that his mouth couldn’t say at present.

You look behind you to see where your mother was, to find Yoongi offering her arm to your mother. Your siblings had been a part of the crowd and they would not be joining you for the dinner, which weirdly made you feel a little less nervous, as they wouldn’t be able to tell embarrassing stories of you growing up to the man you were about to marry.

The walk to the separate room where the dinner would be held took about a minute. The large group of you meander down halls and through some doors before arriving at the final place. Inside the room was a table in a circular shape. There was one large throne-like chair similar to the one that was in the hall at the top of the table from where you were standing. To the left of that chair was another chair that almost looked like one of the throne room chairs. And to the right of that large throne-like chair were two more slightly decorated chairs. The other six chairs were decorated with the titles of the men who would be sitting there spread evenly around the circle. Namjoon led you to the chair to the right of the large chair. He pulled the chair out, making you blush, as it was very uncommon for a king to do this for anyone. Once you were sat, he did the same for your mother and then his own before sitting down. Looking around you, you noticed that everyone was smiling. You took this moment to look at what everyone was wearing, only having the chance to see what the King, the Queen Dowager, Yoongi and your mother had been wearing. The boys were all wearing various shades of red and white. The colour complements their skin brilliantly underneath the lamplight. It made their eyes shine even brighter than they already were. Taking in a deep breath you allow yourself to feel happy and content at this moment. You felt free and able to finally breathe.

Moments, after you were all sat down, the doors opened and two lines of servants filed into the room, some holding food, some holding drinks, some had cups and some had cutlery. Before your very eyes, the things in their hands were set out in their perfect positions, cups were filled as well as plates and hearts were opened, as the conversation began.

Namjoon manages to sneakily move his chair as close to you as he can without making the other boys jealous, which he knows will lead to the young ones play fighting, and who knows how that’ll end. Catching your eyes, he leans closer to you, and you lean closer to him. He speaks in a quiet tone, the smile showing in his eyes and on his lips. “Thank you for accepting my proposal, I promise I will make you the happiest woman alive, as you have made me and my boys- I mean men, the last few weeks” he speaks.

“My king, do not fear, I know of the relationship between you and the boys- I mean men” you copy, making him laugh before you continue “I have come to love each and every one of you and I would be honoured to join your family”. The smile on Namjoon’s face when you tell him this, makes his smile larger, and a blush fall from his ears to his cheeks. Namjoon takes your hand before speaking again “Well if that’s the case then I can’t wait to marry you, and 50 days can’t come soon enough, Nae salang/Sarang”. Seconds later, he lets go of your hand before standing up to address the people in the room.

Firstly, he turns to the servants “Thank you for your work, you may go and enjoy the party, this can all be cleared up tomorrow, tonight we celebrate.” Then he turns to the people at the table, clasping his cup, he brings it to the air “And to my family, let us celebrate a union of two families, let us celebrate love in all its forms and let us celebrate our blessings. To celebrating!” he says, lifting his glass every so slightly higher at the end of his statement.

“To celebrating!” everyone yells in unison, with their classes similarly raised in the air to the kings. Once everyone has yelled out, Namjoon sits down, and the conversations re-begin. Memories are shared between people, laughter is heard and love is shared. In that room, love and happiness were evident for even a blind man to see and feel.

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The next day you woke up to a knock at your door. It was Hwasa waking you up.

“Good morning your majesty,” she tells you “You have a busy day today, we must get you bathed and dressed”.

“Please do not call me ‘Your Majesty’” you giggle to Hwasa, “you’ll give me an ego,” you tell her with a wink. She laughs alongside you, before taking your hand and bringing you back into the bathing room. “Today's bath will be shorter as you have a very busy day, I will come back and collect you when it is time, do you need anything else ma’am?” she asks. You smile and shake your head, excited to enjoy your bath no matter how long you would be in it.

Stepping into the bath, you allow yourself to feel the warmth surrounding your body, the muscles that were tense from anxiety the past few days slowly releasing and making your body feel at ease. You dip your head into the bath, allowing your hair to enjoy the water as well. The bath is exactly what you needed this morning, and you were relieved that it was able to be added to your busy schedule.

Around 15 minutes later, Hwasa walks back into the room, holding a long cloth that would dry you and a silken red robe with dragons embroidered into it. “The king and his men had this made for you. They had them make it as soon as you agreed to be the royal bride” she tells you. This information brings a smile to your face, and once your cloth is tied around you, you reach out for the robe, wanting to feel it in your hands. You place the robe delicately around your shoulders as you follow Hwasa out of the room, and into where you dressed each day. On your way, however, you noticed that all of your stuff had been placed into boxes.

“Why is my stuff in boxes? I thought I was to stay…” your voice trembles, anxiety hitting you like a brick wall.

“Do not worry” Hwasa reassures, “you are staying, you are just being moved to a different courtyard closer to the king and his men, it is tradition. You will be transferred from the emerald apartment to the cherry blossom courtyard, which is on the other side of the cherry blossom garden. Oh, a letter has arrived for you today by the way!”

“A letter? Who from?” you ask as Hwasa hands you the letter. You pull the wax away from the envelope and open it up.

Her future royal highness, y/n,

This letter was written to you regarding the royal engagement. It is a formal proposal letter. Please enjoy you’re new homing in the Cherry Blossom Garden. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to contact any of us.

Sincerely,

King Kim Namjoon

And the boys

You giggled at the little addition at the bottom of the letter added by your boys, it made you even more sure that you were making the right decision. Folding the letter back up, you place it, along with the envelope on the dressing table near you.

“Well then, I guess we had better get ready so we can see this new venue.” you grinned at her.

Hwasa brings you over to the dressing table which still remained, sitting beautifully in front of two doors that would slide open. Realising this was your last day here, you decided to be bold and ask the woman, who had quickly become your friend, to open those doors whilst you had your hair and makeup done. She agreed but notified you that you must get dressed first, turning her hand towards the cotton figurine that stood in the doorway near your bedroom. Looking over at the hanbok you noticed the colour, it was a deep red colour, similar to the one you wore to the dinner the other day. And similar to the other, you noticed a gold band along the bottom of the skirt. Looking closer at it you noticed that it had been embroidered with both the seal of the dragon, one of royalty, and the seal of your house, tigers. Your heart lept with warmth and love at the thoughtfulness of your boys. A part of you felt weird calling them your boys when you haven’t had more than a crush before in your life. But in the same way, you have never felt more loved in your life. With a smile, you turned to Hwasa and stood to allow her to help you get ready.

Once you were dressed, minus your gomusin and beoseon, you sat down and looked at yourself in the mirror as Hwasa opened the doors allowing the light to flood into the room. Feeling the warmth on your face, you felt at peace for the first time in a very long time. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong quickly moved on to applying your makeup and hair. The makeup was applied with a sense of regality that hadn't quite been there in the past times your makeup was done. Next was your hair, pulled in different directions and braided before being placed into an updo. Two matching hair pins are slid into the final hair-do, making it perfect. It still felt unreal to look at yourself in the mirror as your hair was done by two of the king’s servants. A sudden anxiety hit you as you realised you were to become the royal bride in less than 2 months. Noticing the anxious look on your face, Hwasa places a gentle hand on your shoulder, offering you a kind but small smile.

“Your mother should be here soon, she was staying in the azurite apartment, but she will also be moving to the cherry blossom courtyard to stay with you until the wedding.”

As soon as the words fell from her lips, the anxiety that was building in your heart melted away till there was barely any left. Hwasa smiled at your now relaxed face, before picking up your makeup and opening the bits she needed.

“Now… let's do your makeup so we can go and see your new residence” Hyo-Seong smiled at the two of you.

After a few minutes, your makeup was done and you stood from your seat, you took one last look at the view from where you had been sat before turning towards the door and putting on your beoseon and gomusin. Hwasa and Hyo-Seong each took a door and opened it, allowing you to exit from the apartment you had spent the last two weeks in for the final time. To your surprise, Yoongi and Namjoon were waiting outside, surrounded by some of their guards, whose faces you had come to recognise but had yet been unable to put a name to. Noticing that the doors had opened up, Namjoon and Yoongi looked up, seeing you. The smiles on their faces brought a smile to your own.

Namjoon steps towards you, followed closely by the older but shorter man. The younger man reaches you within a few steps and greets you with a bow. The cat-like man followed his suit. Standing to full height once again, Namjoon grins at you.

“Good morning my queen, I take it you know where you are to move to today?” he asked, the grin just as wide at the end of his question as it was at the beginning. Pretending that you didn’t know, you let the grin that was on your face fall.

“Are you sending me home your Highness?” You asked with mock sadness on your face. Namjoon’s smile fell instantly, as did the man smile behind him.

“NO!” He yelled, moving towards you, before pausing. “I'm sorry, I mean… I mean no you are not being sent home” he spoke in a calmer tone. You took a step closer to the man before speaking again.

“Hmm,” you sighed, taking another step forward. “Well then…” you carried on, slipping your smaller hand into his much larger one. “I guess you’ll just have to guide me to wherever I am to be moved to today” you finished with a smile. Relief instantly flooded the men before you’s faces. Namjoons smile returned to his face, as he turned to Yoongi, “It looks like we have another prankster on our hands, don’t tell the maknaes, we need this one on our side.” Yoongi replied with a small nod of his head and a gorgeous smirk, agreeing with what the man before him had said, secretly planning pranks the two of you could do in his head. Namjoon grips your hand in his and turns towards the pathway that would take you to the cherry blossom courtyard.

“Let us go, my queen” he spoke quietly into your ear.

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dirtybtssnaps · 10 months

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can i have a rough sex drabble with hoseok please and thank you !

Early morning love birds

Genre: Lovely Smut

Pairing: Dom Jung Hoseok (J-Hope) and Sub Female Reader

Posions: Morning Sex, Oral (Male and Female), Rough sex, Kissing, Clit play, Dirty Talk, and Bareback (Wear condoms please)

A ding sounded from your phone making your eyes slowly fluttered open, you then slowly sat up and looked over at the slightly open curtained window. It was early sunrise the day already showing it beautiful colors, the sky filled with oranges ,pinks and purples with the sun peeking through the Horizon. You looked over at hoseok still dead asleep, you smirked and remembered him telling you he liked when you did that “hand thing.” When he was laying down. You lightly grabbed his chin and gently pulled his head close to you and kissed his cheek, he unconsciously moved closer to you almost bumping his head into yours making you giggle then you kissed him deeply.

Hoseok who was already shirtless from getting too hot in the bed last night, you looked at his chest and watched it slowly rise and fall. Your fingertips slowly and gently ran up against his chest then stomach, you went across his chest shoulder to shoulder. You continued gently running your fingertips around his torso, occasionally stopping and continuing different spots or just changing directions. You ran your fingertips from the middle of his chest, and slowly went down his stomach just stopping before his boxers. Hoseok suddenly grabbed your hand and placed it up against his growing bulge, you blushed and looked at him but his eyes were still closed. You looked back down and gently grabbed his cock through his boxers and started gently stroking it.

He gently pulled his boxers down exposing his already hardening cock, you brushed your hair behind your ear then slid his cock inside your mouth. Hoseok slowly gripped and smooth your hair into a ponytail and gently guided your mouth on his cock, your tongue slowly swirled around it. Hoseok let out a moan he gently pulled you back to his tip and let your tongue gently explore it then pushed you back down. He stopped when he was halfway inside your mouth, your tongue started swirling and wrapping around his cock. After a few moments, he slowly guided you back up until only the tip of his cock was in your mouth, your tongue continued to swirl and wrapped around his tip. Moans started slipping out of Hoseok’s mouth making you smirk, your fingertips gently ran up his thigh until you were close to his balls and gently grabbed them and gently massaged them.

“We had sex not even a whole day ago, and you’re already asking for more? You know I have work in a little while, I can’t have as much fun as I usually can with you-.” Hoseok moaned as you started bobbing your head faster, then slid as much of his cock inside your mouth as your cock making him moan again. Hoseok slowly pulled you off leaving a string of spit from his cock in your mouth, he looked you deep into your eyes and smiled. “Come on get, get on all fours for me…now sunshine.” He said. You nodded then sat up and got on all fours, then hoseok got up and got on his knees behind you. “Why do you have to have such a cute butt, I don’t wanna treat it like this, it’s so soft and plump I love it so much. It just makes me wanna-.” Hoseok shoved his face in between your ass cheeks and started licking your pussy, you started moaning and bucking at the sudden pleasure. He reached his hands in between your legs and hooked them around your thighs keeping them as still as possible.

“Perfect!” He said looking down at your now dripping wet pussy, he started rubbing the tip of his cock up against your pussy until he slipped inside. You moan as he entered you and continued as he slowly started thrusting, his thrust went from slow and soft occasionally thrusting his whole cock inside deep inside. Hoseok started massaging and groping your butt before griping your hips and pushing his whole cock inside you then started roughly thrusting into you. Your moans got louder as you gripped the bedsheets under you, you started leaning forward a bit so his cock wouldn’t go so deep inside you. Hoseok gripped you tighter and pulled you close to him, “Oh fuck!” You moaned “Hey! no dirty words during sex okay?” He asked and meekly nodded before he started his rough pace again.

You felt his hips moving around sending pleasure throughout your body, he occasionally slid his cock deep in and out of your pussy. Hoseok slowly pulled his cock out of you, then gently pushed down onto the bed and turned you around onto your back. He laid on top of you and kissed your lips deeply as his cock rubbed up against your pussy, you moaned against his lips as your hands and legs wrapped around him. His hand gently caressed and stroked your thighs, you moaned against his lips as the tip of his cock started gently rubbing up against your clit. You pulled him closer to you enjoying the feeling, then suddenly pulled your legs apart and sat up interrupting your embrace. Hoseok started rubbing his cock right up against your clit, you covered your mouth trying to muffle your loud moans but hoseok pushed his cock deep inside you again making you moan.

Your legs were spread apart a little wider as Hoseok leaned down closer to you pushing his cock deep inside, he stayed still for a while as you whined then you gripped his shoulders wanting him to pull out just a bit. He then looked at you and smiled then started his fast and rough pace with you again, his pace so rough that you can feel yourself bouncing on the bed a bit. Hoseok slowed down a little roughly but slowly thrusting his cock inside and out of your pussy, then without warning he started thrusting harder and faster inside you again. He slowed down again then looked at you and smiled, “You make it so hard not to cum too early, your pussy feels so amazing around my cock, and the noises you make around so precious.” Hoseok complimented you, then leaned forward again and started his rough pace once more.

Hoseok leaned forward and kissed your lips deeply and he kept thrusting into you, he started moaning against your lips as his pace suddenly sped up until He gently pulled out his cock and started stroking himself until he came on your pussy, you slumped on the bed then you laid on your side as Hoseok slowly laid down. After a few moments of heavy breathing, Hoseok turned towards you and moved closer until his flaccid cock was pressing up against your butt. He slowly started rubbing his cock up against your butt, you blushed a bit and gently started grinding up against him. Hoseok slowly got rougher holding your hip still and continued grinding on you at his own pace until he was hard again. Hoseok started caressing your whole body not leaving a bit of you untouched until one of his hands was on your breast and the other one was playing around your pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet sunshine, I just started playing with your pussy and your juices are all over my fingers.” He said then roughly swirled your clit making you moan louder, you started squirming continuously stroking his cock with your butt. After a few more moments you suddenly moaned out and came hard as he roughly swirled your clit through your orgasm making it harder. Hoseok slowly stopped then gently lifted your leg a bit, he grabbed his cock and pushed it inside your pussy making you moan and shoot forward a bit. Hoseok hissed and pulled you back a bit sliding his cock deep inside you again. “You can’t move when we’re like this sunshine.” He said teasingly before slowly thrusting you, You moaned out trying to move forward again but hoseok held you close with his free arm and started kissing your cheek and neck. Every thrust was long going from base to tip over and over again, each one gaining him another moan from you.

“Hmmm, Maybe we should do this again hmm, I never would have thought that having sex in the morning would be this great. I thought I’d be too tired to fuck you just the way I wanted to, but I think this is one of best sessions don’t you think so sunshine?” Hoseok asked, You just moaned in response can’t even think of anything to say. He raised your leg a bit more and started thrusting faster as he held you closer to himself, you closed your eyes as you squirmed a bit and started moaning louder. Your arm reached back and grabbed his hip trying to slow down his movements, Hoseok pushed his whole cock deep inside you. “I’m close just take a bit longer for me, move your hand back on the bed.” He hissed, you gently moved your hand back onto the bed and he started thrusting inside you again.

Hoseok went back to his rough pace, you started moaning loudly again until he slowed down his pace into long strokes again. He suddenly pulled out of you and sat up, he started stroking his cock until he came on your thighs. Hoseok laid down on bed next to you then gently pulled you closer to him and embraced you, he kissed your lips deeply while hugging you lovingly as you both watched the rest of the sunrise together.

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gyupremacy · 1 year

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Parental Guidance | jhs.

↳ Pairing: jung hoseok x wife!reader

↳ Genre: smut, fluff

↳ Au(s): established relationship

↳ Word Count: 2.3k

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Warning(s): cursing, accusations of cheating (reader's father towards Hoseok), fondling, oral (male to female), dirty talk

↳ Summary: Hoseok and your father don't see eye to eye. With your parents staying over for the weekend, let's just hope things don't get TOO tense.

↳ a/n: So... this fic was a spur of the moment thing that came from another idea for a Hobi fic that wasn't working out 😭. I hope you guys enjoy it because I was really excited while writing it from all the ideas that were flowing for it. I want to give a special thanks to @hobeemin for making this amazing banner and divider and @archivebysky for beta-ing.

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"Hoseok! I already cleaned off the couch an hour ago. Why is there still stuff on here?" You called out to your husband, who was coming back from outside after doing yard work.

"Sorry, baby. I was just going through some demos that Yoongi sent me." He responded, coming up behind you with a hug and kissing your cheek.

You were frantically making sure the house was spotless for the next few days, as you put away his earbuds, notepad, and folded up the blanket from the hallway closet.

"Y/N, you look like a chicken with its head cut off. Why are you in such a hurry?" Hoseok laughed, watching you move around faster than the speed of light.

"Did you forget what today is?" You asked, seeing the realization finally hit your husband once he turns over to look at today's date marked on the calendar in bold letters:

PARENTS VISITING UNTIL SUN.

Your handwriting was unmistakable and so was the look of disbelief on Hoseok’s face.

"Your parents are coming over? Today? They are staying the whole weekend?" You swore you saw his eyes almost pop out of his head at that moment.

Hoseok's relationship with your parents was… complicated. Your mother absolutely loved him and made every effort in having a positive relationship with her son-in-law. Your father, on the other hand, was wary of your relationship from the get-go, seeing his occupation as the main source of contention.

The idol life is a hard one, being away from family and friends for long stretches of time. Being the wife of an idol had its own hardships, as the constant negative comments from "fans" proved to be an exhausting one. However, that didn't stop your relationship with Hoseok from becoming stronger.

"I know you and Dad won't see eye to eye Hobi, but they'll only be here for three days." You rub the small of his back to reassure him.

"Huh… I guess you're right. Just hold me back if he says something out of line." Hoseok said, which you hoped was a joke.

You were about to go back into the kitchen to finish the rest of the sweeping you had begun a while again, but were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

Hoseok walked towards the door, where he was greeted by your parents. Your mother was smiling as she leaned in for a hug.

"Hoseok! It's been so long it seems. How have you been?" Your mother asked cheerfully.

"I've been doing great Mrs. Y/L/N! Been working a couple of songs and being with the Mrs., you know." Your husband laughed along with her, with your father watching on.

"Mom! Dad, you're here!" You rushed over to greet both of your parents.

You were so wrapped up in talking with your mother that you didn't pay attention to the cold glares that your father and husband exchanged with each other before entering the house.

"I was finishing getting the house ready for you guys right when you rang." You told your mother, sitting on the couch together.

The tension between Hoseok and your father was thick, the distance between either (figuratively and literally) was not helping them.

Besides the fact that he was an idol, your father also took opposition with the both of you getting married at a relatively young age. At the ripe young age of 20, you and Hoseok decided to get married in a small, intimate ceremony, with only his family and your close friends in attendance.

You didn't invite your parents due to your father's stance on you dating an idol, so the wedding went on. Eight years later, you always wondered what it would be like if they were there, daydreaming about what it would be like to be walked down the aisle by your father.

"So… how have you been Y/D/N?" Hoseok asked, not even bothering to turn in his direction to look into his eyes.

"That's Mr. Y/L/N to you, boy." Your father asserted, earning an audible sigh in return.

"Hey! Why don't I go make us all something to eat? You guys must be hungry from the long way here." You say in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

You got the pot ready with running water, soon grabbing noodles, tomato sauce, and cheese to make some pasta for everyone. You could overhear your mother having a conversation with Hoseok about a recent sale at her favorite store.

Hearing their exchange made you smile, reminiscing back to your sophomore year of high school when you first told your parents about Hoseok. He was your first real boyfriend and you wanted nothing more than for your parents' approval.

You came back to reality once you heard your father ramble on about how hungry he was, causing all of them to sit down at the table.

"Thanks for the meal, sweetie." Your mother said, watching you serve all of the food for everyone.

"Definitely, baby. The food is amazing." Hoseok beamed, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

"Oh please!" Your father mumbled under his breath (or so he thought).

You signaled your mother to do something to prevent him from going any further. She leaned over to whisper in his ear, and he looked down at his plate for the next few minutes.

"Honey, don't you think Y/N made a great meal?" Your mother spoke up.

"Yes, of course." Your father responded nonchalantly, still avoiding to gaze in your and Hoseok's direction.

The dinner remained silent until your mother perked up once again.

"So, when are you guys gonna have children?" Your mother mused.

You spit out your drink on the middle of the table and watch in horror at your parents' faces.

"Oh dear, is everything alright?" She said with concern laced in her voice.

"Everything's fine, Mrs. Y/L/N. It's just that with my career, we think that it would be best until the time is right to be fully involved parents." Hoseok interjected.

"I've never heard of a married couple of almost a decade not wanting to have kids. I guess someone's having trouble performing in the bedroom." Your father snarked.

You just wanted to curl up in a ball in the corner of the kitchen and cover your face at the thought of what you knew was yet to come. Hoseok balled his fists on the smooth surface of the table before banging them in frustration at his words.

"You know what, Y/D/N? I'm sick and tired of you always belittling me every fucking time you come to visit!" Hoseok said seething.

If your parents' shocked expressions weren't enough, your husband's increasing voice level was.

"Ever since the day Y/N brought me home to meet you, you've been nothing but a complete asshole to me! The only reason I still give a fuck about how you feel about me is the love I have for your daughter!" Hoseok paused to take a breath when it's your father's turn to speak his mind.

"Well, if it means anything, I'd rather have my daughter marry a businessman or a lawyer, not some rapper, who's probably whoring it up on tour." your father was about to unleash some more venom, with Hoseok in toe, until you finally grab their attention.

"Enough!" You yelled.

One after another, your mother's, father's, and husband's heads instantly whip towards your direction.

"What is wrong with you both? Do you not realize how much tension you BOTH have caused over the years because of this petty feud?" You folded both of your arms over your chest in an act of frustration.

"I've had it! You are two grown men acting little toddlers, and for what? Me? Squash this… NOW!" You rise up from your spot at the table without hesitation when Hoseok tries to stop you.

"Baby, wait!"

"I'm going to bed." You shrugged off his hand on your shoulder, marching upstairs.

Almost two hours had passed and things somewhat calmed down for the evening. Your mother was sound asleep, your father was in the kitchen grabbing something to drink, and your husband was drying his hair as he emerged into your shared bedroom.

You had finished your own shower minutes earlier, putting on a white silk nightgown, simply rubbing in your favorite body lotion.

"I always loved this number on you, Y/N." Hoseok said, creeping up behind you to lay a kiss onto your shoulder.

"I know. That's why it's so comfortable that I might just go straight to bed." You retort, moving to go on your side of the bed.

He sighs, truly feeling regretful for how the events at dinnertime unfolded. He took his spot on his side of the bed, leaning across to be leveled with you.

"Y/N… I'm really sorry for yelling at your dad during dinner. I was so tired of all the constant jabs towards me, but I shouldn't have acted like that in front of you or your mom." Hoseok begins.

"You mean the world to me. I hate it when you're upset and if that means I'll just have to suck it up when it comes to your father, I'll do it."

You sat there, taking in a deep breath, considering his words. He truly wanted to make amends with your father after all the years of animosity.

"Hobi, I appreciate your apology, but don't feel like you have to force a smile when it comes to my dad. I'll talk to him tomorrow, and hopefully, things work out between you both." You cradled his face, kissing him ever so softly.

"No, Y/N, let me talk to him. It's my responsibility to own up to my part in all of this." Hoseok insisted, rubbing his fingers over your knuckles.

"I love you." You whispered sincerely.

"I love you too, honey." He said.

You both lean in closer, feeling the rest of the world disappear around you. Your lips were captured by his, and soon enough, the tender and soft pecks became more swift and fervent.

Hoseok quickly moved his position, so he was now on top of you. He slipped his hand underneath your silk nightgown, taking the chance to grasp your chest.

"Even after all these years, you still somehow give me butterflies with your touches." You moaned.

One thing you loved about Hoseok (besides his kind personality and way with words) was his hands. Not too rough and not too soft, they were the perfect medium. His fingers were long and slender, perfect for tantalizing touches.

"That's just part of being a good husband. Making you feel as loved as possible and making you scream." He gives you the look of desire you're all too familiar with.

He brings the same hand he used to cup your chest down your torso, ghosting his fingers over your clothed womanhood.

"My parents are only a wall away." You warned, remembering how much of a light sleeper your father tended to be.

"Well then… I guess someone is just gonna have to be a little more quiet, angel." Hoseok winked, sliding your underwear to the side.

He stuck his tongue out to glide a stripe over your lips, causing you to lean your head back in pleasure.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven as always." Letting the praise go straight to your core.

He continued this, earning more moans from you. You ran your fingers through his silky, blonde hair, grabbing a hold of the back of his head.

"So, s-so good...!" You said in a hushed tone.

His movements became faster, and you began shaking from the wave of electricity between the both of you. Being so lost in the moment, you didn't pay attention to the knocking on the door.

"Oh shit!" You whispered out.

"I'm making you feel that good, huh?" Hoseok laughed.

"Yes, but Hoseok… the door!" You gestured ahead of you, watching it slightly creak open.

You ducked under the covers instantly, listening as your husband waited to see who was behind it.

"Hoseok, is it okay if I talk to you for a few minutes?" being met by the voice of your father, your heart started to race a mile a minute.

"Of course, sir." Hoseok responds almost timidly.

"Y/N's probably asleep right now, but I wanted to apologize for the way I acted during dinner. The comments I made about you and your relationship with her were inappropriate and uncalled for." He said.

During your entire life, you witnessed your father's stubborn ways, but rarely did you see him admit he was wrong.

"Mr. Y/L/N, I should apologize too for yelling at you and in front of Y/M/N. It's just, I don't know why you hate me so much." Hoseok stated.

Your heart almost pounded out of your chest at the sound of his words as you maintained your position under the covers. You spent many nights consoling him as he discussed his conflict with your father, but hearing him say the words to the man himself was almost surreal.

"Hoseok… I don't hate you at all. Y/N's my only daughter, and I don't want to see her getting hurt. Seeing how much you love her and how long you've been together, I know she's in good hands." Your father laughs a bit, soon joined by your husband.

"I appreciate it and accept your apology. Let's hope that these next few days can be peaceful and that we can develop a bond someday." Hoseok said.

They exchanged "goodnights" and the door shuts behind him when you rise up to be laying next to Hoseok.

"I'm glad you both made up. It was a long time coming." You mused as he positioned himself more comfortably.

"Yeah, it felt good to talk about everything, even if we’re so tired we won't remember it in the morning." He joked.

"Now that he's going back to sleep, do you think we can continue what we were doing before we were interrupted?" You bit your lip, still taking in all the satisfaction you felt earlier.

"Anything for you."

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abloomingperiod · 9 months

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will | jung hoseok

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

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

"you can't get weird about it."

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

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

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

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

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

always not ass rested as he should be.

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

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

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

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

a silent agreement, a quiet teamwork.

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

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

now, they look at you.

and you instantly feel warmer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hoseok's face go through 5 stages of euphoria.

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

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

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

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

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

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

but no.

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

"you want that?" he asks you dumbfounded.

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

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

of course you want all of that.

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

and hoseok snaps.

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

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

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

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

and you will to.

you promise him you will.

you will. he will. you will.

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guccybangtan · 11 months

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Feeding Time - Jung Hoseok - Mafia AU oneshot

Hello! This is my first BTS imagine in quite a while, so please let me know if you like it :) I have quite a few things in the works, including another chapter of Blueside.

also, this is one piece a of a new series :) we will definitely be learning more about hobi and the reader

pairing: jung hoseok x reader word count: 1,352 warnings: none, it's a lil angsty, I guess. mentions of break up

not proof read, and its 3 am lol let me know of any mistakes :)

It had been a long time since you last set foot in this compound. It wasn’t like you had any reason to come anymore. The six-month mark of you leaving Hoseok just passed last week, yet as you stepped through the threshold of the main living room, it was like nothing had changed.

Jimin and Jungkook were posted on the couch, enthralled in an intense match of Mario Kart. Small clattering noises were coming from the kitchen to the right, and you assumed Jin was preparing dinner. Neither of the boys really said hello, just small grunts of acknowledgment at your entry.

You slipped off your shoes and quietly moved through the room toward the hallway on the left. This was a familiar path and one you used to take quite often to find Hoseok.

Bangtans compound was expansive, but this wing was where they lived and where the seven members spent most of their leisure time. The common areas were suited for large groups of people to watch tv or eat together, and the suites were even better. Every sleeping quarter had a small work area with a desk and shelving, a mini-fridge opposite, and a large bedroom with an attached bath and closet through the next door. It was like its own small apartment. You’d never have to see anyone else if you didn’t want to.

You continued your path down the hall and stopped at the fourth door on the left. This was where the path ended. You weren’t really ready to set foot in this room again, but when Hoseok left you a voicemail begging you to check on his cat, how were you supposed to say no. Even though you didn’t want to see him it doesn’t mean you didn’t want to see little Max anymore.

Max was Hoseok’s orange tabby cat that wormed his way into your heart the first day you met. It wasn’t your first time at the compound, but it was your first time staying the night with Hoseok. You followed him down the long hallway and were surprised when you heard gentle mews coming from the other side of the door.

“What is that noise?” You asked. It was hard for you to imagine big bad Hoseok with a pet, but when he opened the door, and you were met with Max, you immediately fell in love.

You’d had pets growing up, but when you moved out for college, you were left alone.

There were many nights spent cuddling with Max in the king-size bed, wondering where Hoseok was and if he was even going to come home to you.

One of these nights, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore, and you had to leave.

Shaking your head, you tried to compose yourself. You didn’t need to be having these thoughts of Hoseok, and you certainly didn’t want to think about the night you broke up. That was for another time when you had a bottle or two of wine ready.

Hoseok’s voicemail had been full of whining about how he didn’t trust the boys to check on his cat, and he didn’t want them in there, but he was going to be stuck on his assignment for another few days, and the automatic feeder was out of food.

You hadn’t listened to the whole thing because after 45 seconds, you were overwhelmed.

You texted him that you’d stop by, and his response shocked you.

From: Hobi - Your door code still works.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Somehow, Hoseok had managed to convince Yoongi to leave your door code active, even though you no longer had any ties to any of the Bangtan members.

Yoongi is very tight about security and safety, and you could only imagine what bribing it took for Hoseok to pull this off. The door codes work for not only the interior doors but the main exterior door as well.

You swiftly typed in the code, excited to see your furry friend for the first time in a while.

Max was meowing his head off as soon as the door swung open, rubbing all over your legs. It didn’t take long to fill up the feeder, but you figured he was lonely and probably hadn’t seen a human in who knows how long. A few minutes of pets wouldn’t hurt.

Sitting down in Hoseok’s desk chair, you spun around to the side to pick up Max.

He settled into your lap without much fuss, and you stroked his back, looking around to take in the environment. You wondered what new things he might have done with his place.

Nearly everything was the same except for a few new stickers on his fridge. Even the crooked poster you hung up was still crooked. Your gaze dropped from the wall to his desk, and your picture was still there where it always sat.

Hoseok would tell you he liked to look at it while he worked on his computer because it reminded him of what he had to come home to. He couldn’t be reckless anymore because you were at home waiting, and you needed him like he needed you.

You kept his head on straight. You kept him focused. He was in love.

You fully expected for all traces of you to be gone. Hoseok did not take your request to separate lightly. He had a full-blown meltdown and trashed his room. He went from begging you to stay to screaming at you to leave. There were lots of tears shed, and it was not something you wanted to relive.

Sighing, you patted Max so he would get up. This was never how you wanted things to go.

You saw a future with Hoseok. Even though his lifestyle wasn’t ideal, you truly loved him. It was more than you could say about any other man.

“I’ll see you soon, little man.” You gave Max one last scratch before you secured the door.

Making your way back out to the living area, Yoongi was seated on the loveseat next to the two others who were still in the middle of Mario Kart.

You slipped your shoes back on and headed back out the door to leave the compound.

It wasn’t a surprise when Yoongi followed. You’d assumed he would see you on the cameras and come to investigate.

“I never thought I would see you back here.” Yoongi’s voice startled you. He was still a few paces behind you.

“You obviously did. Otherwise, you would have deactivated my code,” You turned to face him, “What did that cost Hoseok?”

“You don’t call him ‘Hobi’ anymore?” He ignored your question.

Silence ensued.

Shaking his head, he said, “It cost him nothing.”

“I know that’s not how this works.” You may not have been involved directly in this world, but you knew nothing was ever free.

“I have hope for the two of you,” Yoongi crossed the distance,” give him another chance. He’s a wreck without you.”

It wasn’t like getting back with Hoseok wasn’t something you pondered yourself, but you really didn’t want to have this conversation right now.

“I’m not doing this, Yoongi.”

“Fine, fine. I won’t push, but he misses you. Think about it, okay?” He squeezed your shoulder and returned to the others in the living room.

Way back when, before any of this happened, you and Yoongi had been friends. It was before you met Hoseok, before Yoongi joined Bangtan, before all of it. You grew up in the same area, so you were often on the same buses and in the same classes at school.

It was a pleasant surprise to see Yoongi at the first dinner Hoseok had invited you to.

You knew that your separation from Hoseok hurt Yoongi as well, because he lost you too.

Turning on your heel, you made it the rest of the way out without a fuss and got into your car.

As you drove away with the compound in your rearview mirror, you had a feeling it would not be the last time you left this place.

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mirahuyooo · 1 year

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Stranded (III) | jhs

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

word count: 17,476 (PART III) contents: FluFF, skinny dipping (no spicy times tho lmao), deep talks, uncovering trauma, daddy issues, ANGSTY ANGST, y/n discovers the truth behind her abandonment, Theseus, getting drunk, violence (not really graphic), not necessarily accurate (i mixed up a lot of versions and made up some shit), a bit historical?? idk anymore, long explanation & historical refs at to be followed if you're interested, Greek Mythology AU pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Inspired by Dionysus and Ariadne

[masterlist] | check out [Elysian Tales] & [BTS as Greek Myth Icons]!

A/N: LAST PART, PEEPS!!! LET'S GOOO!! i hope y'all buLLETPROOF for this about to HURT right in the middle 😭😭😭 I'm so glad to have finally put this piece out here T-T it's truly a fav 💖 i hope y'all enjoy this!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿 ◁ | END.

It was fortunate that winters don’t last long in Greece, because soon enough, the coldness thaws and spring comes to Naxos. Each day is still wound with the shenaniganry that is Hoseok, and today, he brings you back to the pool where you first met the nymphs.

The two of you had spent the day helping the nymphs with their home and making sure the trees they lived in wouldn't be disturbed by travelers or beasts alike. You, too, would have to prepare your home for the seasonal change soon, perhaps as one of Hoseok's followers to help you with renovations, so you wouldn't have to inconvenience Silenus next winter.

Before settling for the day, Hoseok invited you to come along with him to the pool to end the day relaxed, he says.

“What in the world are you doing?!"

You gasp as you see him unravel his clothes, spinning yourself away from him in an instant. Hoseok only laughs upon your averted gaze, mischief in every note of it.

His shamelessness, you find, has known no bounds the more you let yourself be dragged to his tomfoolery. He has changed, indeed. "I say we have a little dip, hm?" he muses, his words later on followed by a splash of water.

Willing yourself to not look past what the water allows you, you steal a glance and see him resurface with a grin inviting you to join him. His dark curls were swiped back by his hands, which soon led your eyes to his naked chest and carved collarbones. The setting sun dims the light within the cave, leaving the rest of him to your unhelpful imagination.

Gods help you. "I'm not bathing with you!" you squeal, scandalized by the mere thought of it (but admittedly tempted).

The expression on his face tells you just how much Hoseok was enjoying toying with you. "You dare defy the request of a god, princess?" he teasingly lilts, leisurely swimming back so as to not tear his eyes away from you.

"Don’t say it like that," you grumble, eyes still bouncing off everywhere else in the cavern but him for too long. He may be your friend, but if anyone else might hear of thi—

"I kid, (Y/N)," Hoseok assures upon noticing your furrowed brows and pout. The moment you regain your thoughts and look at him, he smiles. "But," he then muses, "some company is nice for a little swim, do you think not?"

Chewing at your lip, you mull over his words. It has been a hot time indeed, attested by the nymphs' whines and lament you've been hearing for the past few days. Has something happened to Yoongi?

You haven't been faring well with the heat either—even now—especially when the activities of the day had left you sore and sweaty. Really, you haven't much else to kill your time with either.

"I'll withhold from any funny business, I swear," Hoseok further invitingly promises, chuckling as he swims in little laps before you. "You don't have to strip either," he then muses, but then thinks to himself for a moment. "Though you would lack a spare for change."

Perhaps it was because you were bored, or because you wanted the upper hand over him for once, or perhaps it was something else entirely, but you found yourself making a rather bold move.

"Never the matter, I can—"

"Turn around…"

Hoseok's eyebrows rose sky high at your words, a fiery blush spreading across his cheeks—one that (fortunately for him) you were too embarrassed to notice. Your words came out rather quiet and weak, but it was enough for him to freeze. “I beg your pardon?” he gawked, the most shocked you've ever seen him—and you almost feel victorious. Almost.

Awkwardly, you stood there, hand reaching where your dress was held together by a pin and idly playing with it as you found the courage to speak aloud once more. "I said turn around,” you tell him, staring firmly at him into doing your bidding.

Hoseok does as you ask, still taken aback.

After leaving your dress and undergarments in a pile by a large rock, you quickly part your hair over your shoulders and drape them over your decolletage. "Don't you dare look!" you warn once more, watching him closely.

His smugness seems to have caught up with him, seeing as he was quick to go back to his teasing after hearing you say those words. "Yes, dear," he playfully sings, "come on in."

Practically envisioning the wolfish grin on his face, you resist chucking a pebble at him. You focus on the present moment, and, finally, set yourself ankle deep into the pool, hands covering your delicate parts. The water ripples at your arrival, and as you go deeper, your hair begins to float around you until you gather them back to cover your upper half.

The moment the water reaches your chin, you realize it's deeper than you initially thought, even back when you were with the nymphs. Perhaps, it's even deeper along where Hoseok is, likely leading further down and somewhere into the sea. And so, heart thrumming against your chest, you idly stay where you were, near the edge.

Hoseok's head twitches to turn around but he catches himself. "Comfortable?" He asks first, turning his head just a little—only to catch a glimpse of you holding onto one of the edges and dipping your head into the seawater to fully submerge yourself, eyes closed shut and lungs holding in as much air as you could.

Immediately, he whips his head away upon noticing you were about to resurface. "Hm?" you ask him in the midst of soothing your hair away from your face, not catching what he said.

"Are you comfortable?" he asks again, swimming a little closer with his back still towards you. "I was about to say you needn't strip but…"

It's dark enough, you decide, for him to not see what he shouldn't, so you manage a little smile. "I'll be fine," you tell him, smiling a little once he turns around. Too late to cower back now anyways.

There were still traces of the wine god's flustered shock, but he does well to steer the conversation away from awkward tension. "Feels nice, does it not?" he says as the two of you languidly circle in the shallow area of the pool. (Hoseok, you notice, doesn't go back to the deeper end. Has he taken note of your inability to swim?)

The thought brings butterflies to your stomach, but you refuse to let it distract you any further. You agreeably hum, looking up to see the sky over the overhead fissure and see the night sky coming in with its twinkling stars. A soft smile makes it to your face as you savor the serenity of the moment, sore muscles easing as you turn back to the wine god, whose eyes seem so fixated on you.

"It is relaxing, actually," you finally admit aloud, sighing blissfully as you watch the water ripple around you. "Though it'd be better to be much more prepared next time."

The wine god breathlessly chuckles, nodding along as the notion of a next time excites him. "No more surprises next time, I swear," he says, his hands raised in mock surrender, though you roll your eyes (affectionately) and know well that won't stop his future nonsense next time.

What you also know is that, at the moment, Hoseok is somber, stealing thoughtful glances your way—the two of you sharing an innocent moment in spite of the bold circumstances. In truth, you had expected a water fight by now. "What is it?" you softly ask, lingering just a little closer as your eyes fully meet.

There's a look of profound pride and joy in his eyes as he gazes down at you. "You've changed, princess," he tells you, voice soft yet it still strikes you hard enough to take your breath away.

"In a good way, I hope?" you manage to jest, dipping yourself a little lower into the seawater as if it'd do well to hide your flustered face—or do anything with the funny feeling in your belly. By now, you're side by side, shoulders and arms mere centimeters apart.

The wine god nods, turning to face you with a wistful smile. "You look happier," he gently notes, tucking a hair behind your ear as he does. "Very much a good way."

While the blush on your cheeks continue to spread like wildfire at his touch, his words plunge you into the memories of your murky past—of being that princess chained to a cruel life—and as you drown in it, you're reminded of what Hoseok actually said—of your change, your happiness that he very much was mostly the architect of. The wine god has broken a hole into the depths that drown you—given you a way out to take if you so please while he waits for you to truly leave it all behind.

You are happier—much lighter, much freer—and that brings a smile to your face. "I suppose I am," you muse, practically glowing in the wine god's eyes, "and I have you and the others to thank for it."

The warmth in Hoseok’s chest is undeniable of his utter reverence for you. "Wouldn't have done it without your trust in my shenanigans, princess," he cheekily claims in spite of his giddy heart. For his sake, he swims back and bit away from you, the two of you beginning to idly swim around until…

SPLASH!

The wine god’s boisterous laughter resonates throughout the cave as you gasp at his betrayal. "Hoseok!" you shriek, retaliating with your own beat of the water towards his direction. With the sweet, innocent moment now gone, the two of you began chasing one another around the pool.

You knew that water fight was bound to come soon.

Eventually, the swim must come to an end before you both end up like raisins, and Hoseok summons Agrios, the large cat seemingly knowing well to bring some towels for the both of you to dry yourselves with. You offer the beast lots of pats and rubs as drape the linen over your shoulders. "Thank you very much," you coo, as you sit by the little fire pit Hoseok conjures.

"I was the one who summoned him," the wine god whines, finally taking a seat next to you two. "How come I don't receive any thanks or pats?"

You laugh, taking a spare linen and reaching forth to drape it over his wet tresses. "Oh, what great magnificence, my liege," you dramatically sung your praises, "such fortune has been blessed upon this humble servant!"

Hoseok half-heartedly rolls his eyes, reaching forth to mush your cheeks together. "Only you would dare to treat me like this," he playfully grumbles as you pry his hands off.

"I thought you said this was a very good change," you grin, as you raise a brow up at him. "Would you like me to go back then?"

Fondly, Hoseok's shoulder nudges yours. "Of course not," he scoffs, resting his head on your shoulder with his damp hair tickling your skin. "You know," he then says after a moment passes, "the day I saw you, I was debating on heading here instead, but Agrios was so insistent on the beach."

You find yourself smiling even more, hands brushing through the leopard's mane as he settles to your other side. "Thank Agrios for that then," you softly muse, "and the Fates for bringing us all together."

The greater part of you knows well you would've never thought the loom of fate would weave your life this way. Behind your struggles on the new path you tread, there is solace and tender appreciation for the banter, the surprises, and the menace.

You rest your head atop his as you gaze into the fire, watching the embers that crackle into the darkness of the night. "My life now is a far cry from what I used to live," you all but ponder, eyes beginning to sting as tears pool in them.

Beside you, Hoseok gazes tenderly, his brows starting to furrow and his lips starting to frown. You haven't talked much of your old life, and he knew just the gist of it—terrible father, terrible half-brother, and terrible lover. “Why have you…” he began, mulling over his words, “Why have you not tried to run away before? If it was so suffocating for you, why did you stay in that place?”

Only then does Hoseok realize his question had been insensitive.

"It's not that easy," you say, a sharp edge to your voice that confirms his belated regrets. Whatever responsibilities you were forced to carry had obviously been heavy if it had left you this scarred.

Hoseok gives a gentle squeeze to your hand, apologetically admitting his fault. "I spoke out of line."

For a moment then, you did nothing but stare ahead with a far away look in your eyes. They carry stories he could only hope you tell him yourself. “I…” you began to say, “I felt responsible, you could say. Though I was young when my mother was cursed to do what she had done—”

“Fucking a bull?” Hoseok surmised.

You recoil at his vulgar tongue. “Yes, well…" you clear your throat, "that.”

Eyes shot wide, the wine god immediately reading his words. “Sorry,” he coughed, looking down and wiggling his toes to idle in silence, "I will say a word no longer."

Truly, when he heard of the accursed rumors while he was in Crete, he didn't think the curse was that forward. It wasn't that he found the events disgusting—he had seen and heard worse—just that he came to think of the gods' temperament. The sinner was obviously your father, and yet Poseidon had seen it fit for everyone else in your family and kingdom to also be roped into the consequences of his greed.

“I was the eldest daughter,” Hoseok hears you go on. “I felt responsible to be an exemplary figure for my sisters and for my people. I thought that if I followed what my father says, it would’ve been the best for everyone. My father is a terrifying man, after all.”

Next to him, you scoff at your naïveté. “I couldn’t have been more wrong,” you humorlessly chuckle, your gaze still so haunted and distant. “I still have nightmares of the people sent down there.”

You shiver, and though Hoseok knew it wasn't just from the night's chill breeze, he takes a drier towel and drapes the fabric around your shoulders, as you, whose mind is barely with him in the present, simply let him.

A shaky sigh leaves your lips. “I often think to myself; had father been humble the first time around and apologized to Poseidon, had he raised Asterion humanely at the very least, perhaps things would’ve gone differently,” you confess, eyes shining with unshed tears as a furrow etched itself between your brows in despair. “I always waited for that change in my father’s greedy eyes, but in the end…” you purse your trembling lips where a bitter smile forms. “I had to wait for a sword to end it all.”

At that part of the recollection, you seem to sober up a little. “Father would’ve had me killed without a second thought if I hadn't left,” your eyes flicker towards him for a moment, and Hoseok recognized fear. "I don't think he even loves me enough to spare me a second to explain myself."

In the best way he knows how, the wine god attempts to steer you away from such terrible thoughts. “Your father’s a foul man, indeed,” he agreeably hums before putting on dramatics. “Perhaps I should make him grow horns and a tail if he's so adamant about the minotaur," he goes to mischievously nudge your shoulder, "or maybe I make him think he's a bull himself! What say you, hm?”

You laugh lightly at his suggestions but shake your head, not really thinking he's serious about his words when he's playfully enacting a charging bull with his hands on his head for horns. “No need,” you hush him, “Theseus already did enough damage by killing his prized monster.”

There's a faint falter to his face following your words and it made you falter—made unease simmer in the pit of your belly. "Theseus?" he quips, "the supposed hero of the tale then, I assume?"

Hoseok's change in attitude doesn't elude you, try as he might to keep it at bay. You could only hesitantly nod. “Why such disdain?” you then ask, a nervous chuckle leaving your lips as you try and decipher his expression. He's angry, you think, but why?

He tears away from your troubled stare and faces the campfire, stoking it with a nearby branch. “Some hero he is then," his grumbled words drip with sarcasm so prickly and cold that it makes you wince as though he had directed such poisonous words to you. You've never heard or seen him like this before—jaw clenched, nose flared, and glaring at the fire.

“I beg your pardon?”

Much more to your shock, Hoseok turns to you, nose stubbornly raised high as he crosses his arms. “You heard me,” he said with much more conviction than before. “Even if he slays a dozen Minotaurs, he will never amount to a true hero in my eyes.”

His displeasure towards Theseus somehow makes your heart shatter—makes you feel stupid for some reason, too. “How can you say such things with such sureness?” you huff, defensive, “have you even met the man you are so heartlessly berating?”

Tension rapidly rushes between you both—Hoseok being offended, and so do you. “No,” he grunts, rolling his eyes, “but from what I see, he is definitely so.”

The wine god doesn't let you butt in, instantaneously laying his ground for arguments. “Leaving a young woman—a princess, mind you—alone on a desolate island to fend for herself isn’t such a heroic feat, is it?” he gritted through his teeth. “Not to mention the possibility that he must've feigned his adoration towards you in order to incite you into helping him kill the Minotaur.”

Your breath hitched, hurt by his insinuations. Theseus didn't really feign his feelings…. did he?

Hands clenching your dress in fists, you glare at your supposed friend. “It was noble of him to bring upon the death of Minotaur,” you sneer, "surely you cannot deny that?"

“Arguably so,” Hoseok scoffs, his piercing gaze pinning you down and making you feel small, “but what of him deserting you here?”

His words were a deadly blow to your heart, quickly killing any of your rebuttals in one fell swoop as that grim day flashes before your eyes all over again—the pounding headache, the empty space beside you, the derelict camp with marks of haste in the sand. The pain you've buried beneath shenaniganry crawls out of its grave to take a ghastly bite out of your aching heart.

You're a fool.

Why are you arguing with him about Theseus? Defending Theseus, no less?

Hoseok's dislike towards Theseus seemed so instant, so easy, that it came to you that maybe you had been blind after all, not seeing the folly of the hero you gave your heart to.

You're still a fool.

You breathlessly laugh with no true mirth that a laugh should have and in that instant Hoseok realizes what consequences letting his emotions get the best of him causes. Your pathetic laughing at your own downfall sends tears down your cheeks that you don't even seem to take note of. “You’re right,” you murmur your words so quietly, so defeatedly that Hoseok almost didn't hear you. “I had not known enough love from a man to have been certain that someone like Theseus would have settled for the likes of me—a princess of such a kingdom.”

You'll always be a fool.

(In truth, Hoseok's heart shatters then and there, guilt seeping in at every crack as he can't find the words to mend what pain he had subjected you to.)

Out of bittersweet reminiscing, you gestured beachwards where a tent of supplies had once been left for you. “At very least, he had the decency to leave a few supplies behind for me,” you poorly attempt to jest, “perhaps, that was enough mercy.”

Alas, the man you knew to be all smiles didn’t budge. Hoseok still gazed over you with a forlorn look on his face. His eyebrows were knitted together, with the ever growing wrinkle between them showing you nothing but frustrations. Why is he still angry?

Realizing then that you had been crying, you quickly wipe your tears away. You've embarrassed yourself. “There’s no need to be so cross with me, Hoseok,” you nudge his side, turning to the fire before you. “If I must admit it to you, I am an idiot to love.”

You feel more of the god’s ire and stare burning onto the side of your face. Was it pity for your circumstances or disdain for your lack of a fighting spirit?

You didn’t know. You didn’t like it.

Hands make themselves at home over your cheeks. Your eyes meet and you see a storm brewing in them—a part of you wanted to revel in it, while the other wanted to run for shelter.

“(Y/N)...” Hoseok began, soft yet firm, taking you aback from one of the few times he’s called you by your name. “You were wronged,” he tells you, “when will you truly tell yourself that?”

His words struck your heart, like lightning would a tree. His eyebrows were furrowed deeper, the upset frown on his face looking so misplaced. This was the storm—Hoseok’s rage for the bastard who broke you to the point where a part of you still felt at fault.

"He should be grovelling," he said with such fury, "rue the day he left you here."

Hearing such words was a validation and a painful reminder put into one. Hoseok’s words were enough to help you slay the little bitch in you that held back your fury, held you back using the tight upbringings of your father.

All this time, if not avoiding the topic overall, you would blame yourself—be it your careless trust in the prince, or your foolish assumptions of being loved by the likes of him and his people.

Your entire life has been nothing but a force of people telling you it was your fault, when it wasn’t. It wasn’t your fault your mother was cursed to consummate with the bull your father double crossed Poseidon with. It wasn’t your fault a monster was born from such a union, and your father only used it further for his greed. It wasn’t your fault Theseus didn’t keep his word and left you here to rot.

You find courage in your heart to free yourself of your shackles for the second time—(yet another set of chains that bind you, just a bit more and you're free)—and to shout into the storm instigated by Hoseok’s anger.

Then and there, sobs rack through your whole being from the hurt dawning onto you all at once. "I know," you cried, shaking fists clenching the fabric of your dress yet again. You were wronged. You were wronged. You were wronged.

Arms wrapped around you tight, resisting the initial protest you gave them. “I apologize for starting such nonsense talk,” Hoseok sighs, hands rubbing circles on the expanse of your back. "I lost control over my anger and I spoke carelessly yet again," he grits through his teeth, partly disappointed in himself, "forgive this fool and his senseless mouth."

The wine god spends a good second looking at the heartache in your face, and feels his own heart suffer. He didn't want to see you like this again and yet he had failed miserably. “Cry all you want,” he then urges you, wiping at the cheeks of your snivelling self. “Let out your pain and I’ll lend you my shoulder, hm?”

You find yourself surrendering to the comfort, starved for the warmth you’ve never been given. Head tucked in the crook of his neck, you let yourself sob in Hoseok’s arms. You have nothing but the comfort of his embrace—nothing but him.

Things don’t quite settle the same after that night.

Hoseok’s eyes have been more keen on watching you—how your smile doesn’t reach its fullest, how you’ve become absentminded, or how you’ve excused yourself from most of the gatherings he invited you to. Your heart is in pieces and you cut yourself in the shards without care. The wine god, in spite of not really being one to gently console, has gone through a lot trying to hold it back together.

Here Hoseok was, leisurely laying against the trunk of a tree as the both of you sat under the canopy of the forest well into the afternoon. Beside him sat you idly weaving together a basket—or at least trying to. Time and time again, you cast him a fleeting glance that he makes no comment of.

Eventually, you decide to break the silence yourself. “You needn’t stay here with me,” you sigh, setting your craft on hold upon your lap as your eyes set a doubtful gaze on him. “I can tell how much this bores you.”

He cocks an eyebrow, his lips tugging upwards just a smidge. “I’m not bored,” he contends, though you still look unconvinced, brows furrowed and lips held in the ghost of a frown. “Truly, I am not,” he softly insists, “I, too, can enjoy some peace and quiet.”

You watch as he lays his head onto your thigh, sharing it with the basket-to-be you now couldn’t care less about. Nonetheless, you pick the weavework up to let the wine god make himself comfortable. "Shouldn't you be spreading your influence or something of the sort?" you huff as you once again busy yourself with the basket in your hands.

Surely, you thought, a promising god making his way up the pantheon such as him would prioritize that instead of a measly mortal like you, would he not?

Instead, the deity remains content on your lap in the midst of a quaint forest like it's the throne he belongs to. "They're fine," Hoseok shrugs with careless abandon as he usually does. "My cult won't crumble so easily."

Deep in thought, his dauntless eyes are piercing as they peek up at you even when they don't mean to—the doing of his intimidating, divine presence you suppose. “Enough about me. How are you truly faring, princess?” it was his turn to ask, placing a gentle hand on your shaking ones and stopping your poor weaving when you used it to hide your face from him. “Tell me.”

Whether it was the tenderness in his voice, the ounce of authority he puts in his words, or something else entirely, you sigh and forgo the thought of lying to him. Hoseok has now sat up before you, eyes awaiting any other sign he could take from your expression alone. You know you can deny or avoid the nature of your mind no longer—how it yearns for sweet release from your past yet becomes ensnared by the scornful chains of your contempt and the many questions left unattended to. “I want to put my past behind me, I truly do,” you confess, a bittersweet smile encapsulated on your lips, “but as much I crave for that, I, too, crave for answers, for justice.”

You would do just about anything else than to endure the silence that followed, eyes unable to look at him in fear of bursting the tears you were keeping at bay.

"What do you intend to do after receiving those answers?" Hoseok says after a good minute, sending you into a silence of thinking.

Lips parting, you try to formulate words, to show that you had some resolve over this, but none came out to your need. "I…" your voice cracks as you stammer an admission, "I don't know."

All but another bittersweet smile forms at your lips, your confession leaving you helpless. "But it'd be nice to know of the truth, would it not?" you weakly muse and pathetically steal a glance at the god beside you, only to see him stare off into the trees, his mind lost to thinking of something else.

Another while passes, the wine god beside you seems to be lost in his own thoughts before he decidedly nods to himself. "Alright then," Hoseok finally turns to look at you with a smile soft and comforting, as though telling you everything will turn out alright in the end.

You stare at him, incredulous. "What?"

Wordlessly, the god stood to his feet before you. “Do you trust me, princess?” Hoseok instead asked, offering no other explanation.

You look at his inviting hand—almost glaring.

The last time someone asked you that, you took the very hand that killed the monster of your kingdom, and jumped aboard a ship to flee the treason you both committed. The last time you trusted someone, you woke up an abandoned fool.

But this was Hoseok.

Hoseok, who may have been all shits and giggles, but always looked out over your wellbeing.

Hoseok, who was a god that took you in—freed you from shackles with him and his madness.

Hoseok, who was warmth in a different way than Theseus—a hearth rather than a torch, a home rather than a beacon.

You find yourself taking his hand before you could realize it, Hoseok’s tight, comforting grip causing you to meet with his eyes. His smile softens your resolve, ultimately leading you to surrender to his grasp. “I’ll trust you,” you tell him and something shifted as you said those words—his eyes sparkled more, his smile grew wider, his expression almost fonder than before.

The sky approaching sunset bathes you both in an orange and golden light, but it almost seems to make him glow. “What an honor,” he tenderly muses, taking the hand you gave him and tucking it on his arm as he begins to lead you elsewhere.

Something in you felt like he meant the words he said so jokingly—and you like it.

"Hoseok…"

The wine god has a lot of surprises up his sleeve, you should've known better than to be shocked when he brought you to a chariot pulled by Agrios and other leopards—let alone to be flying across the sky on it. You don't know what you expected the wine god to do when you took his hand, but it certainly wasn't this.

Around you now are pristine white buildings towering over you both, and in the distance is a statue of the goddess of wisdom you had heard so much about. So late into the evening, there are few people around, and yet you bask in it anyway, wondering how lively the streets become in the daylight when everything exudes such decorum.

Athens is as beautiful as you envisioned it—a marvel to take in and a heartbreak all the same.

Whether it was the cold breeze of the night or Hoseok's touch brushing across your skin as he reaches to catch your buckling form stepping down the chariot, you shiver. The wine god, nonetheless, catches your attention, seeing much of the worry and hesitation in swimming in the pools of your eyes. “You deserve your answers, princess,” he urges as he nods towards the palace, “and I’ll make sure he pays for it.”

And so, the two of you slip to and fro around the palace halls, his powers only getting him so far since he’s never one to visit Athens long—they’re too uptight and rational, he says. The night, fortunately, aids the both of you with the time, having fewer people around to stumble across. Hoseok, all the while, uses his divinity to drive away any guards or servants who become too close to discovering your presence. Your endeavors eventually lead you both to two big oak doors, its golden handles tempting you to open them forth.

This is the king's quarters.

"Go on," Hoseok's hush voice urged from behind you as he set down a now unconscious guard that tried to halt the both of you.

Still, you stood dumbly before the doors, unsure and with no courage to be found. Are you ready to see that face again? What will you say? What will you do?

Should you barge the doors open and say 'Hello, Theseus. Why in the world did you forsake me?' or simply stand before him menacingly like the ghost he left you to become?

Should you let your rage take the mantle and scream 'How could you do this to me?!' to your heart's content or be better and steadily interrogate him?

Should you—

"It'd do you well to think twice before doing anything irrational, mortal."

In panic at the unknown presence, you snap out of your frenzied thoughts and wheel around towards the voice that held an edge to the words uttered. A woman stands tall not far from you both, clad in a white and gold with her head held high, glowing almost otherworldly.

The next thing you hear is Hoseok's own voice, dripping with shock as his back straightens. "Athena?"

Your heart drops in an instant, dread filling your veins. The goddess Athena?

The wine god held the goddess’ stare, dauntless and careless as ever. Hoseok slowly pushes you behind him and opens the doors himself with his powers, locking the doors to the bedroom once you make it inside, too. The handles jiggle, a sign of you trying to come out, but it stops soon enough.

A sigh and a shake of the head is what he receives from the goddess before him. If there was any rage, Athena hid it beneath a collected, tame facade. “You’re as troublesome as ever, Dionysus,” she drawls disapprovingly, but makes no other move. “For such a futile cause, too.”

With hands clasped behind his back, Hoseok remains in between her and the doors. “We’re simply here for answers, sister,” he modestly says, offering no harm to her subjects. “Nothing more.”

Athena’s brow quirks, knowing damn well it’s a lie. He would curse Theseus, if the exchange ever goes awry for you in any way. “If you wanted answers, I would’ve given them,” she quips, the moonlight illuminating her in such an intimidating way.

Alas, Hoseok is too brazen, too foolhardy to be intimidated. “I think she’d rather hear it from him instead,” he retorts, thinking it best for your much needed closure to face the one who broke your heart. (Only then can he truly come to lull you to love again.)

“It’ll only break her heart to know he really did abandon her.”

Such words knocked the wine god to a stupor. Athena’s face remains unreadable as she said it, but there was a gut feeling in Hoseok’s stomach that told him she was in league with the betrayal. Eyes narrowing to glare daggers at her, the wine god could feel anger rising within him. “You…” Hoseok growls, “did you have him abandon her?!”

Then and there, emotion flashed in Athena’s eyes—anger matching his own. “Do not raise your voice at me, brother,” she fires back with her own glare. “Know your place.”

Reminded of his station in the pantheon, Hoseok curses under his breath. You cannot manage to wage a war against a deity more powerful and influential than you.

Athena raises her head as she lays down her judgment of you. "She's not fit to be queen," she puts it so simply that it drags the frown on Hoseok’s lips further. "Her actions have marked her as a blood traitor. She cannot rule alongside Theseus, and so, she became an offering to you while on Naxos—a bride, perhaps."

The words render the wine god speechless. It wasn’t uncommon for travelers to give offerings to the deity of a region they stay amidst their journey. The chances of you having the same fate may have crossed his mind as a possibility once, but—

It was then that the prayer from that stormy night resurfaced.

… as told, to you, we leave a maiden of fair beauty and heart. May she make wonderful company.

You are the maiden offering, after all.

Having such a fact be confirmed to him after the two of you had been vulnerable to one another, it brews sickly guilt within him. To envision your tears and know that sorry state had been left for him, you had truly been nothing but a tool passed around—and that breaks him.

Still, looking at the grander scheme, his rage doesn’t ease. "Not fit enough to be the bride of a king, but fit enough to be the bride of a god?" a scoff leaves Hoseok’s lips as his heart beats erratically, still trying to make peace with what he had learned.

Athena only glowers, her silence enough to answer for her. The goddess doesn’t end her piece there, however. “Theseus will never love her in the way she wanted,” she says the truth and it’s cold—would’ve frozen your heart and made it shatter if you had heard them. “The people will never take it well to have their queen be the same princess who made them suffer either. She would’ve spent her life miserable here.”

“Don’t be so furious either, Hoseok,” she soon levels him with eyes knowing the truth in his heart and the meaning in his name. “I know that look,” Athena tells him, a smirk on her lips both mocking, knowing, and pitying. “If she hadn’t been abandoned, you would’ve never gotten to meet and love her yourself, won’t you, brother?”

Hoseok can’t bring himself to say anything else. The both of them knew that even if he were to deny it right here and then, he’ll only be lying to himself.

The goddess of wisdom sees it fit to end the discussion soon. "Leave," she commands the last of her words somewhat both softly and sternly. "Take her with you before the guards are alerted of your trespass."

Just as she came, the goddess vanished out of thin air, leaving Hoseok alone to his muddled thoughts. The doors behind him seem to stare back, daring him to open them to see you.

Alas, he doesn’t have the chance to ponder any longer. His heart drops when he hears shouting from inside.

The moment you realized Hoseok had sealed you within the room, you were nearly paralyzed where you stood, hands stuck on the handles as you tried to steady your breathing. Go on, (Y/N). You’ve gotten this far. Get your answers.

The room around you is grand—almost grander than yours back in Crete—as it should be for a king’s chambers, you suppose. Soon enough, however, you hear voices.

“...ow has your day been?”

Just as you anticipated, someone’s inside—Theseus. Who’s he speaki—

“It’s been alright. Brother’s letter arrived, the search is yet to be fruitful…”

No. No, it can’t be…

Every step you take, it feels as though your heart is being squeezed right before your very eyes. Your body struggles against what your curious mind wants, as if trying to protect you from whatever was taking place.

It doesn’t protect you fast enough.

Standing in the open, your eyes meet two pairs of shocked ones—Theseus and your sister, Phaedra.

The two of them stood by a vanity table, her hand atop the one he comfortably had on her shoulder. "(Y/N)?" Theseus gawks, the first to speak, eyes wide as though he couldn’t believe he would ever see you alive and in front of him ever again. It twists your heart some more.

In that instant, your brain scrambles to pick apart the scene and make sense of it. Amidst the denial desperate to reserve what’s left of the ounce of respect you had for your time together, your rage is quick to burn the last of your affections for him. You’re a fool. You’re a fool. You’re a fool.

"You seem surprised, your highness," you drawl, voice so cold and sharp that it shocks even you. "Had I truly not been in your plans for your reign, after all?"

The young king before you is eventually knocked out of his stupor, his face molding into an indecipherable stare as he steps forth, his body tense as if you were a threat. “Leave,” is all he says to you after all this time.

It's like a sword stabbed through your heart.

You look at the man you once loved—the very same man who swore to make you his and protect you now fulfill his promise to you to someone else. “You want me to leave?” you couldn’t help the bitter scoff that leaves your lips. “Some hero you are then.”

Questioning his deeds seems to be successful in getting a reaction out of him, his lips tugging to a frown and his eyes narrowing into a glare. "I slayed the Minotaur!" Theseus bellowed. "You do not have the right to insult me so."

Why did you even fall in love with this man?

"You may have been the sword that slayed our brother," you spat, body running hot with anger as your voice starts to strain the more you raise your voice, "but if it weren't for me—for my aid—you wouldn't have made it out of that labyrinth alive. You wouldn't be able to revel in the glory you're in now."

Phaedra and Theseus’ mouths gape at the fiery outburst that’s seized you, angry tears blurring your sight yet you continue your outcry. "To abandon me on that island and leave me for death," your chest heaves with pained, struggling breaths. "To go and marry my younger sister, too," you sob harder, seeing your sister avoid your eyes behind him and he shields her. "How low can your betrayal become?"

Your accusation makes Theseus flinch, but he remains thick-faced. "You weren't left for death," he denies yet again, "I was instructed to leave you there by the great goddess Athena. I have no fault in this."

The news leaves you stunned. "What?"

Theseus takes advantage of your faltering rage, readily giving you the answer you came all this way for. "I was told to leave you on Naxos as a sacrifice for Dionysus," he crossed his arms, raising his head to defiantly stare into your eyes and break your heart even more. "I’m simply being a loyal servant to my goddess."

While you had wondered once if being in Naxos with Hoseok was your new purpose in life, it never came to you that it had been the actual reason for your abandonment in the first place. Your trampled heart is thrown down an abyss you have no idea how to escape out of. The possibility of divine intervention never even came to you, always thinking to give Theseus the benefit of the doubt he never deserved.

Seeing his indifference, however, your shock was all too suddenly overcome with rage once more. You didn’t know what sort of answer you expected to hear from him, but you certainly didn’t prepare your heart for this amount of heartache. The absence of warmth from the man you used to think the world of, the discovery of your sister’s involvement, and the truth behind your tragedy—you hadn’t thought it’d be one blow to the heart after the other.

Even if he had simply been doing as he was told, it’s as if it had been a relief to have been told to leave you. Hands clenching the fabric of your dress, you try to still your beating heart—try to keep another outburst at bay. "Is that what you are then?" you say, voice hoarse and hurt, "obedient, but with no heart, no remorse for what you've done?"

Theseus fidgets once more, idly trying to reason. "I left you supplies—”

"I had no knowledge of survival!" you scream once again, words strained by the rough use and the ache. "I was trapped in that palace growing up and you did no better by leaving me helpless on that island!"

Couldn't he at least pretend to be guilty for having left you there? Couldn't he at least feign a broken heart for being forced to leave the woman he swore to love?

Yet, here he was—a prosperous king married to your dear sister.

Your sister, who knew of your fancy to the hero that snuck into your kingdom.

Your sister, who was the one to encourage you to meet him.

Your sister, who now holds the crown and title you were promised.

Another stab was taken to your heart. Two people you've trusted your love and faith to had stomped it so easily. You take yet another glance at your sister, who cowers at every word you shout yet clings onto his arm still. "Had I not been fortunate to have survived," you dare to ask, "had I died then and there, would you have felt anything for me?"

They were both silent, guilt written on their faces in a way that told you they would've likely not, had it not been for you appearing before them, proposing the concept now. "I loved you,” you whimpered, the fabric of your dress nearly ripping from how tightly you gripped them. “I loved both of you!"

Theseus, your first love turned first romantic heartbreak.

Phaedra, your beloved confidant turned treacherous thief.

Heart trampled and filled with rage, you want to charge at them, screaming and hitting to your heart's content, but you’re tired—so, so tired. Your knees give out in no time, rendering you on the ground with nothing to support you. Even your lungs seem to lose faith in you, struggling to supply you with air and leaving you light-headed by the minute as you hyperventilate through your sobs.

In your sorry state, Theseus could still only think of himself and his queen. “That’s enough, (Y/N),” he all but demands, heartless as ever over your fallen frame. “Leave or I’ll call the palace guards.”

For once, you find yourself agreeing to the Athenian king’s words. You’ve got your answers. You can’t bear to be around them any longer. Leave. You want to—

The doors burst open in a fury, capturing everyone’s attention towards the perpetrator—a certain wine god panickingly looking around the room. The moment your eyes meet with Hoseok’s, they soften for a moment before they harden yet again at the sight of your former lover and sister.

Theseus’ eyes are wide as your crestfallen form is wordlessly lifted in the air and towards the stranger who readily carries you in his arms, while you wound your arms around his neck and cry into his shoulder. The Athenian king’s heartbeat began to quicken as he realized just who this man might possibly be—the very god he left you to, Dionysus.

The queen is the only one that seems to be confused. “Theseus?”

A hand reached out to signal her to keep quiet, head humbly bowing down, as with one last glare sending shivers up their spine, the wine god leaves with you just as they had been wanting. There’s a terrible feeling settling in the pit of the king’s stomach.

They’ve incurred the wrath of a god.

Hoseok couldn't cast aside his worry, no matter how hard he tried—couldn't help but cast his worrying gaze behind him where you sat at the edge of his chariot, feet dangling in the air as Agrios and the others dragged the chariot through the air.

The night breeze brushes colder on the shoulder where your tears soaked his tunic and it all but puts more weight onto his heart. As the one manning the whole chariot, his place on it obstructs him from checking on you for too long. Since you two left Athens, he wonders if you’ve stopped crying, if you’re still with no strength in your knees, or if your cruel mind’s been repeating whatever that bastard may have said.

It was a few painful hours of silence traveling back to Naxos, but it was a safe one nonetheless. Quickly taking care of the reins and wordlessly dismissing Agrios and his siblings to rest themselves, the wine god comes to your side, hesitant to pull you from your trance, lest it summons back your tears. "Princess...?" he gingerly calls out, "We have arrived…"

Before he could place a hold on your shoulder, your body moved on its own, still not with him mentally as you nearly trip over tree roots and crash onto the ground had it not been for him catching you last minute. You seem to stop then and there, letting nearly half your weight be carried by the arm that was wrapped around your middle.

The moment Hoseok notices the slight movement of your head towards him, he seized the chance. "About what happened—"

"We shouldn't have ever come there," your hoarse voice cuts his rambling off, glistening eyes soon looking up at him. He looks back at you with furrowed brows, just as crestfallen. "I shouldn't have listened to you,” your head shakes as you try to pull away from him. ”I shouldn't have."

It wasn't a fair accusation. You knew well you asked for answers, and now that the ones you sought have trampled over your poor, unfortunate heart, your addled mind could only deny it's own fault and blame the one who only intended to help you. You're a fool, through and through.

Hoseok gives you a bit of distance, but shifts his hold onto your wrists instead, keeping you from truly running away from him. "I didn't expect the situation to go so aw—"

“Is it true?”

The wine god is interrupted yet again, and it sparks frustration within him. "What is?” he nonetheless asks, confused for a moment, until he becomes terrified at the realization that Theseus may have told you the truth of what had taken place that day.

You kept your head down, staring down at where his hands held you. “Was I…” your voice shakes, but it's so quiet he almost doesn't hear you. ”Was I really left on this island for you?”

It seems you dread hearing the truth once again, but Hoseok doesn't lie—you don't deserve any more of it. One painful truth after the other will leave you with more time to heal.

Hoseok knew he had yet to take a wife for himself, his reputation infamously paved with numerous lovers and flings just like many gods of the pantheon—especially his father, Zeus. Pairing that with his lax management of his godly duties has ended him in this tragic predicament, entangled with the strings of fate that twist your heart in its bounds and knots.

(He doesn't want to hurt you. He would never want to hurt you. He'll sit down and untangle this mess forever if he has to.)

As he swore, Hoseok tells you what he knows. "When we came around the shrine that day," he shakily began, drawing idle figures on the skin of your wrist. "I did discover a prayer about a maiden offering left for me, but I thought it’d be a coincidence for it to be you. You were left so haphazardly on the beach, I thought it was a separate incident, until…"

Hoseok could sense your chest shakingly heave before your breath hitches, bracing yourself for the next of his words.

“Athena confirmed it herself," the wine god tells you, watching as your lungs give out a big outbreath of shock and ruin that doesn’t ease your heavy heart in any way. "She saw it fit to have Theseus sacrifice you here, said you would’ve been miserable in Athens if you were to be queen as he promised.”

The thought of marriage with you in Hoseok's mind becomes bitter now that it's been soiled by such a cruel trick. No amount of wine could ever wash down the ugly mark of it. How can you love him after this?

For the first time since, you raise your head, your eyes glossy yet they seem to have run out of tears to shed. “Did he…" your words fall short of a whisper, "did he really have no protests to such orders? Did it come that easy for him to get rid of me?”

Hoseok's own heart is upset at the notion of you still letting that bastard have power over your heart, but he casts that aside in favor of your vulnerable self. All he can do now is speak his truth. “I do not know.”

You become silent then and there, slowly moving out of his grasp and he, unsure of what else to do, lets you. Hoseok's heart would burst from his chest if it could. He watches closely as you roughly wipe at your damp cheeks and forcibly draw your lips to a smile. It's bitter and, like the rest of you, unstable. “Well, the fates have certainly decided what my purpose in this world is,” you say aloud, a breathless chuckle escaping your lips.

You don’t think you can ever hate Hoseok for this—even if you did try—but in the grand scheme of things, you're a mere mortal subject to the gods, the fates, and their will. Always a pawn to someone else.

There was an obvious look of defeat and despondency in your eyes. Hoseok doesn’t like it—mourns because of it. All the time you spent together—raising your spirits, encouraging you out of your shell, and instilling confidence in you—was now all for naught, and it doesn’t help that he’s involved with the downfall of it all.

“(Y/N)...”

“It doesn’t matter now,” you’re quick to shut down any more of his attempts to comfort you, now sure that you’re bound for this misfortune in life. “I got my answers.”

Look at what it got me.

In the near distance, you see the cave that served as the roof over your head for months now—a far cry from the palace you knew, but it was everything. It was home, and now, you’re not so sure what it is exactly—if you can still think of it as a home knowing the man you found, built, and shared it with turned out to be someone you were offered and abandoned to, like an unknowing pup passed from one owner to another.

In truth, a part of you—deep down, buried under all that grief and hurt—understood Athena's intentions, and perhaps, you'll come across the acceptance for it after all the pain subsided. Alas, for now, your thoughts are becoming too loud—heartache, existential dread, and wallowing in one. Time—you need time to think, and then, perhaps, something to make your mind go numb for a couple of hours.

Decidedly, you march forth, stumbling a little as you leave the wine god where he stood. Though an apology weighs down at the tip of your tongue, all you could do is shamefully excuse yourself, eyes cast down and body fidgeting. “I’ll get myself something to drink...”

When you said those words, Hoseok indulged your need for space, he, himself, thinking it would do good to let some wine soothe the thoughts and emotions overwhelming you. Alas, it’s hours after the exchange, and by the time he entered your abode expecting you to be passed out already, you were still showing no sign of stopping. You’ll drink yourself to death, at this point. “That’s enough drinking, (Y/N),” he tuts, prying the wooden chalice and bottle from your surprisingly stubborn fingers. "You know Yoongi isn't around to give you the remedy for this."

His light jest doesn't do well to deter you. “Nonsense,” you slurred, sputtering some of the wine onto his robes as you tried to chase what he took.

You end up stumbling in his arms, and, in spite of both hands being occupied, Hoseok wound an arm around your waist to hold you up. For a second, he feels your body tense, perhaps mulling over whether to push him away from you or not, but ultimately, you mouthed no protest, too dizzy and too tired to.

The wine god finds himself beginning to understand why the rational, uptight people held great disdain for his masterpiece. Wine and other spirits numb down the drinker, merely delaying the inevitable reality they'll face, and, especially knowing the heavy reason behind your drinking, Hoseok feels upset with himself even more. “You can’t drink the pain away, princess,” he sighs, setting the wine bottle down so his now free hand can brush back the hair that stuck to your sweaty face.

Face scrunching at his touch, you whine and try to lull away from his hand. Through heavy-lidded eyes you peer up at him, almost in a glare. “But I can forget,” you stubbornly insist, a tear sliding down your cheek as your lips quiver. “I don’ know what else to do.”

There’s a frown on his lips, Hoseok could tell, and his brows are furrowed together like yours as he gently wipes his thumb across your cheek. It's easy to want to forget in a fragile time like this, and while wine can make you forget, Hoseok refused to lose you to it. He places the chalice down onto the table, ridding what keeps him from fully embracing you. "He doesn't deserve your tears," he finds himself saying those words through gritted teeth, "or your love."

You don’t seem to be clearly understanding his words, but you’ve let your head fall to his shoulder, burying it there as your hands raise to rest themselves on his chest. (If you had been a bit sober, you would’ve been aware of how fast his heart beats under your touch.)

"M' heart hurts," you all but murmured weakly against his tunic, followed by a sniffle. The words that follow fall from your lips in a dazed and defeated whisper. "Love always eludes me like this."

The wine god’s heart is clenched so tightly by your words that it leaves his face in a pained expression, as if he had actually been stricken with ichor running down his skin. If this was what you’ve come to believe, you’re sorely mistaken, and damn Theseus and everyone else for making you think in such a way. "You are loved, princess," he arduously declares, burying his head into your hair as he hugged you tighter. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”

At his words, he feels your head turning to the side where it leaves you listening to his heart. Hoseok wonders if you could tell his heartbeat’s pace is quickening now. Surely, you do, right? It’d be further testament to his proclamation—proof of the things you do to him, a god in his own right.

"I am?"

It was a quiet murmur, yet it spoke volumes of the doubt loudly seizing your head. Hoseok is crushed and you’re none-the-wiser to every crack your sadness compels onto his heart. "Mhm," he hums, pulling away so his hands can take a hold of your face as he lists the people you’ve managed to brighten up with your presence in your short time here. "Agrios, Silenus, Yoongi, Aldora, Alenka…"

Hoseok stares into your glistening eyes, a smile so soft on his lips as he sees you slowly coming back to him. For a moment, the wine god thinks to himself, whether or not to make his love known to you after all this time. I love you, such words dangle on the tip of his tongue. More than I ever thought I could love anyone else.

The faint scent of his wine on you, however, reminds him of your delirious state of mind, of how drunk it is. A waste of an opportunity to confess, he thinks. He'd rather have you fully sober when the time comes. "And me," was all he could say at that moment, but he said it with as much heart and warmth as he could muster. "We all love you very much."

(I love you. I love you. I love you.)

The wine god watches as you soften at his words, sobering a little as you take them in with a faint smile on your lips. He knows not if you’ll remember this exchange in the morning, but Hoseok hopes you can at least remember the feeling of it, and know that, even if the rest of the world shuns you, so long as he lives, Naxos will welcome you with open arms. “You best remember that, hm?” he playfully chides you, "You are loved."

Your hands gingerly snake from his chest and up to his hands where they rest upon your cheeks, replying with a gentle, meak nod. The last of your tears eased along with the spirits in your veins, the clarity of your actions the past hours now washing over a new sense of guilt onto you. "Forgive me," you softly tell him, gathering the strength to look up to meet his eyes as you did. "I was unfair 'n a nuisance," your words fall over one another, drowsiness bleeding into them as a result of exhaustion from everything that has taken place. "None of it was your fault."

The wine god earnestly thinks for a moment, as tingles travel up his arm from where you started unconsciously drawing idle circles on the back of his hand. A part of him hurts still—both of you are. “You have the right to be upset over what you just learned.” he began, one hand freeing itself from your hold only to caress your cheek. “I can only hope you'll be able to heal from it soon.”

A mellow beat of silence follows suit, as your eyes softly stare back, warm, grateful, and lost in thoughts as you mull over his words. “Thank you,” you whisper, simple words running deeper as the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips.

Encouraged by a twinkle of soft endearment in your eyes, the wine god rests his forehead against yours, savoring the moment while you let him. Hoseok doesn’t think you’re even aware of how beautiful you look in the dim moonlight like this. With lips only mere inches apart, too, the wine god thinks he's never faced such temptation ever before in his life. Practicing poise unbecoming of the wild-hearted spirit he once was, he settles for a mere kiss on the crown of your head. His lips linger there for a moment, and though he didn't want to part just yet, he does so in order to guide you towards the bed. “Sleep,” he casually urges, “you need it.”

Exhaustion easily comes to you as soon as you hit the covers, eyelids heavy as you try and keep them open. Your hand keeps its loose hold on his, a slight tug wordlessly inviting him to stay with you. "Don't leave," you tenderly say, eyes pleading with him in such a way that it effectively disarms any semblance of reason in his head.

Indulging you and himself, the wine god takes the space next to you (unlike last time). Once the blankets have been laid out over your bodies, Hoseok finally rests his head on the pillow. You face one another with your hands still interlocked together, in spite of the shy boundary existing in between the rest of your bodies.

“Good night, princess,” he quietly murmurs into the darkness of the night, thumb drawing shapes on your skin as you did his. “I’ll be right here with you.”

The moment you wake up, however, an empty space greets you.

Try as you might, the void in your heart persists as you muster the strength to sit up from the bed, the sleep weighing down your bones slowly dissipating the more your consciousness returns to the real world. The search for warmth—for his presence—was so instant, it was practically instinct.

This wasn’t the first time you woke up alone. Why does his absence bother you so?

Pieces of last night come to your mind. Athens, Athena herself, and the confrontation, make your heart hurt more for a moment, but, at the same time, the sweet words, the tender kiss to the forehead, and the comfort of his hand came to you. Though vague and a bit blurry in between, the feeling of it never escapes you, sending you furiously blushing as you bury your head into your palms.

Gods, get a hold of yourself, (Y/N).

The faint sound of music from outside soon draws your attention—a song sounding so familiar. In an instant, your brows furrow together in confusion.

Ultimately, your mind once again wanders to the wine god you spent the night crying to. You need to talk, especially now that you’re sober and a bit better with reining in your emotions. Your head pounds, a sensation you’re very much familiar with, but by some miracle, you manage to get yourself together, and head out into the world a bit presentable.

“Hoseok?” you tentatively call out, looking around the forest that surrounds your cavern for the music.

“I’m sorry to disappoint, princess.”

Heart nearly leaping from your chest, you immediately turn around towards the source of the voice and the hearty laugh you just heard—the speed of which sends a spike of pain to your head. You see Silenus, the old satyr leaning against a nearby tree with his pan flute in hand and a teasing grin. He must've been the one playing the tune. "I apologize," you stammer, flustered to have been caught in such a way. “What brings you here?”

Silenus' smile turns a bit warmer. "A little bird told me to keep watch while he's away," he knowingly says, making your heart skip a beat then and there.

Hoseok?

In spite of the dulling headache, you hold back the urge to go back inside, sleep, and simply wait till the wine god comes back. Instead, you approach the satyr, gathering strength to converse. "Where did he go?" You ask, bashful still but you waited for answers anyway.

"Somewhere," the satyr simply shrugs, and you're left with disappointment you cannot voice aloud. You settle for a seat by a protruding tree root not too far from where Silenus sat.

The moment you sat down, the old man wastes no time to strike conversation. “I heard a lot happened last night,” he hums good-naturedly. “What troubles you still, princess?”

Consciously, you think to yourself if the frown and furrowed brows had settled so naturally on your face for him to have noticed. Either way, whether it was because you needed another set of eyes on the situation, or you needed to vent out what's left of your ire, you tell Silenus the events that unfolded last night—Hoseok taking you to Athens, meeting Athena, confronting Theseus and Phaedra, and learning the truth. “I know the fault isn’t his. I just…” you eventually sigh, struggling to put your emotions into words. “I just feel toyed with?"

Life, in the end, is very much like the palace you grew up in—an elaborate game with harsh rules you must follow to survive. Yet another role was thrusted into your hands to play—a sacrifice? a scrap for the taking?

"Some part of me finds it hard to look at him the same way I once did, but at the same time…”

I'm not entirely against it—

No. You can't say that.

Beside you, Silenus nods, taking in the implications of your words in spite of you not knowing exactly what you mean to say. For once, you realize, he looks a bit more serious. "Well, the Fates toy with everyone," he eventually comes to say, "thread mingling with thread, stubborn knots ruining a patch or two, but in the end, when all the threads are cut, the loom displays the grand tapestry that bears all of the fruits of the game we played—be it good or tragic."

The talk of the Fates brings back a frown on your lips. The strands have a life of their own, full of potential and calling to one another as they’re spun, guided, and cut by each of the Fates. "What if I don't want to play the game of looms and threads anymore?" you dared to idly wonder aloud as you pulled your knees closer to you. It was an ugly thought, you know, but you've been left too exhausted to stop them from resurfacing, dreading how long Lachesis intended to pull along the thread meant for you when it’s so frayed with misery—how long you’d have to be weaved into the tapestry of humanity for before your thread finally meets Atropos' shears.

It’s the satyr who frowns this time, setting his pan flute aside. "One may unravel as a stray thread, but it's one without any other color," he wisely tells you, "without life."

You mull the words over, a bitterness coming over you now that the unkind demons got the better of you. Your part of the tapestry will be ugly anyway, it cruelly hisses—a vile comment a bigger part of you agrees with. "I play terribly with the game of life," you cross your arms over your knees as you idly look into the wilderness spanning out before you.

"Then learn to play better,” Silenus chides, meaning well but it slaps you awake all the same. “It depends on who you play with, does it not?"

Threads calling to other threads allow for millions of possibilities to take shape, lingering around one another until an ultimate choice intertwines two or more together in a game of who wins or loses with their experiences. "The Fates can give us an array of colors to entangle with and Hoseok, that silly boy," the satyr grins with a fond shake of his head, "is vibrant—a great thread and playmate to be entangled with, if you ask me."

No truer words have been said, and because it was the truth, you can't deny yours either. "But I don't understand why I can ever be entangled with him in the first place," you counter, still playing along with the thread analogy. "I'm dull compared to him."

The thread of the gods must be glowing and gilded compared to that of mortals. Even at your very best, you don't think you could ever even amount to him.

The satyr sighs, sparking shame from your conscience. "You ask too many questions, princess," he shakes his head and stares down at you. “What if that’s why you were given the chance to be entangled with him, hm?”

You gawk at the old man, preparing for a stern lecture but he maintains a softer, passionate manner. "The two of you compliment one another in many ways," he says so surely, so confidently that it flusters you. "He's wild and you're tame, and so, you teach him how to calm down while he coaxes you out of your shell."

"You both tend to forget yourselves, but look out for the other," he adds, rendering the blush on your face to be worse. "You're practically attached by the hip, too!"

Ultimately, Silenus's words leave themselves ingrained in your head and bring your butterflies to life. "He very much wants to be in your life, and you, in spite of everything else, deprive yourself of him—of all of this."

Is it really depriving?

You think to yourself if your aversion to the divine and your scars from love had indeed led you to this cruel state of mind—of depriving yourself of companionship from someone else. The more you think of it, the more the denial retaliates against the realization. You can't, right? That sort of thing would mean you lo—oh, gods. Do you really?

Seeing your eyes blown wide, lost in arguing thoughts, Silenus knocks down your doubts some more. "Would it really be so bad to play this game of life with him?" he asks, half sincere and half temptingly.

The question begs you to envision it—a life accepting your sacrifice to Naxos and living with Hoseok. When all wounds heal into fading scars and all ache lay buried beneath many happy memories, when your body is spent contently exhausted from gatherings and shenanigans, when you continue to stand at the end of Hoseok's bright, endearing smile for the rest of your life, would it truly be so terrible of a life?

“No,” the word leaves your lips whimsically, a soft smile tempting your lips at the thought of such things. “I don’t suppose it would.”

If Hoseok were to let you leave Naxos—and he undoubtedly would do it for your sake if you so desired it—then, where would you even go? Who else would you run to?

Silenus grins at you seeing the light out of the darkness. “There you have it then,” he concludes, bringing his hands together in a satisfied clap.

In spite of what's left of your emotions still left with questions unanswered, you are, nonetheless, grateful for the time he spent to impart his advice to you. “Thank you, Silenus,” you say, "and I'm sorry."

The old satyr waves it off nonchalantly, picking up his flute once again to play. This leaves you seeking your own peace and quiet to think more things through—especially that question. “I’ll be going then,” you bid him farewell, pushing yourself up from where you sat and dusting off your wrinkled dress.

It was only when Silenus noticed you were walking away from the cave instead of towards it that he spoke again. “Where are you off to?” he calls out, compelling you to turn around with a reassuring smile after recalling him saying he was here under a favor for the wine god.

“The beach,” you tell him, pointing towards a direction you knew all too well. “Just for a walk. You needn't come with me.”

You need time alone to confirm something to yourself—confirm what your true feelings for the wine god are. Silenus seemed to have understood this need for contemplation, as he simply nodded and remained where he was, readily waiting just as he had waited before you woke up.

With barely any effort, the walk to the beach easily becomes a nostalgic one. Under the canopy of towering trees that used to be so terrifying and foreign to you that stormy night, your feet now wander with a mind of its own, already knowing the path by heart. The sound of the waves that soon reach your ears pluck at your heartstrings in a beautiful melody, and the moment your shoes dip onto the sand, a shiver runs down your spine.

Months ago this was merely some island you were marooned on, and now, it’s everything to you. You know well who’s to blame for this sweet, homely feeling—who’s made it easy to fall in love with this place and hard to ever truly hate for what else it had meant.

A sigh follows one deep breath as you look at the shore, envisioning where the camp had once been—where the Fates had led your thread to meet the stranger wine god. In the struggle within your heart, acceptance was beginning to turn the tide.

Yes, this is your reality now. This is ho—

"Halt!"

Once again, the living daylights were scared out of you, and this time, your heart had reason to pound erratically. In the distance were a group of men, armed with bows and armored in leather. At first, you thought them to be hunters, but as they approached you with the arrows drawn and some with hands on the hilt of the swords on their waist, you began to see familiar faces among them.

Soldiers from Crete.

You were torn between the urge to run and the instinct to stay put, knowing well you won't get far with this many people hunting you down. The latter, however, wins as fear aids to paralyze you. You did your best to seem as collected and civilized as you could, whilst their weapons raised menacingly against you. "So you've found me," it was a surprise to you how you manage to say it so steadily and calmly in one fell swoop. Deep down, you're terribly frightened.

A beat of silence passes.

One of them, you notice, gives discreet commands to another of, what you think, a lesser rank. You're as taut as the bows drawn against you, watching intently as the aforementioned soldier leaves the scene—to rally more of their comrades, you realize.

The moment one of them breaks the silence and makes a charge towards you, you finally feel your body move in response, quickly grabbing sand and throwing it to the soldier's face. As he yelps and clutches his face, you try and make a grab for the sword that fell from his hand, but the slightest touch to the bronze blade was thwarted by a powerful force from your side that sends you flying away from it.

Harshly landing on the sand, your whole body feels on fire. Your chest burns from the half scream and half gasp that escapes you, clutching your side as the pain from the kick brings immediate tears to your eyes. No, you refuse to go down like this. Hoseok, Agrios, Silenus —You have to get back to them. You have to.

You muster all the strength to push yourself from the sand, only to be met with more weapons drawn at you. "Surely, I'm not the only one accountable for this," you sneer at them, chest still heaving. "Father better also have sent his crude soldiers to Athens."

A strong hand yanks your hair upwards, eliciting a pained scream from your mouth. "You're but a felon now," the soldier spat as your thrashing was no match for his vice strong grip. "We do not owe you respect."

Among them was a man who you recognize as a captain of the guards. He has his eyes set on you, stepping closer to tell you a news that shocks you to your core. "The king's dead, princess," he says, voice cold, eyes piercing, and hand guiding his sword to your neck as he watches your eyes widen.

Since your abandonment, you didn't really expect to be able to hear of your father's fate, but you suppose his deeds would've eventually caught up to him as he deserved it.

Two soldiers roughly held you up by either arms, caging you as their leader continued. "Shortly after you fled with the Athenian bastard, he was slain while looking for Daedalus and his son," the captain told you, digging the blade to your skin where it draws a thin red rivulet. "We are here to give him justice."

In spite of your body responding to everything with telling signs of fear—trembling frame, streaming tears, and pounding heart—you speak defiantly and just as harsh. "This is no justice!" you grit through your teeth, raising your head high to glare back at the men surrounding you. "Father's greed is to blame for his own downfall—deceiving Poseidon, getting mother cursed, and having the Minotaur ruin the innocent lives of many. They all lead back to him and you're all as blind as bats if you think otherwise!"

(It's also your father's fault that he managed to build a strong army loyal to him, and now, even in death, he makes life difficult for you.)

The captain's glare turned murderous, nose flaring. "How dare you!" He roared, raising his sword in the air as a look of horror flashed in your eyes.

In spite of your best efforts to escape—wriggling around like a madwoman, stepping harshly on their feet—it's futile, your head instinctively looking away as you wait for the blade to come.

This is it.

This is the end of you.

The wine god's eyes eagerly search for the familiar clearing, and, in his haste, the whole chariot shakes at the rough landing he had gotten himself. Hoseok sees Silenus under the tree where he left him, lips parting from the pan flute to grin at the young god. "Will you finally tell me where in the world you snuck off to this time?" The old satyr stands back on his hooves and rests his hands on his hips in a playful scolding.

"Just somewhere," Hoseok simply shrugs, but the smirk on his lips betrays the supposed casualness of his absence. In truth, he visited Aphrodite and Eros for a little favor. After all, by the wine god's rules, one can easily earn themselves just about anything if one offers great wine and drama.

(The goddess of love was surely not happy with what Theseus had done. He won't be getting any luck with love or lust any time soon—or ever.)

Never the matter, that's the least of his priorities now. “Has (Y/N) woken up yet?” Hoseok asks, wordlessly dismissing the leopards to rest from their trip—save for Agrios who decided to linger.

Silenus' smug grin brings heat to the wine god’s cheeks. “Ah, yes,” the old satyr nonetheless answers, “just a while ago. Had a lot of things on her mind, that one.”

The talk, the kiss, Hoseok immediately thinks, anticipation setting his entire being ablaze. “Where is she then?” he’s quick to ask, his eyes set on the first place he could see, the cavern.

Instead of that, however, Hoseok watches as the satyr gestures to a direction he knew all too well. “The beach,” Silenus tells him, “gone for a walk she says. If you hurry along, you two might go for a little swim together, heh?”

Hoseok could only roll his eyes at Silenus' words (though he does give the fantasy a thought or two). He wastes no time to walk forth with Agrios quietly following suit. There’s something in the air that makes his insides twist. Is it his anxiousness over talking with you again? Will you leave? Will you stay?

“I don’t look too much of an idiot as of now, yes?” the wine god jests to his spotted beast for his sake, a nervous chuckle forced past his lips. Agrios, who can’t talk in the first place, does well to give Hoseok an unimpressed look without even trying, walking ahead without being bothered by the pout the wine god gives him.

“A little support would b—”

A growl reached his ears, cutting his whine short as the sight of Agrios’ alert and defensive stance worsens the terrible feeling in his stomach. All too suddenly, the wine god’s face falls serious, realizing the leopard was glaring towards the beach. “What is it?” he whispers to the beast, cautiously approaching the beach with Agrios.

The moment he heard the pained scream and yelling, Hoseok's heart dropped.

The moment he saw a blade levied against you, Hoseok's body leapt into action.

The moment he had you at arm’s length, Hoseok's mind could only ever think of shielding you.

"(Y/N)!"

Hoseok, assured by the sight of Agrios coming to your aid and mauling any soldier who dared to come at you both, is quick to use the time to look over you as your shaken knees make you fall onto the sand. The moment he hears a whimper and sees the tears, the pounding fear in his heart gives way for rage. This allowed him to focus on what’s left of the men that surrounded you, all three currently hesitant with the spotted beast daring them to so much as take another step forward.

Hoseok is terrifying when he wants to.

"You dare come to hurt her?" he drawls, his furious presence easily towering all over them with his piercing eyes seemingly rendering them frozen where they stood. There’s been a change in the air—tense, heavy, and almost suffocating.

Though their swords and bows begin shaking in their grip, the soldiers remain headstrong in arrogance. “Our business isn’t with you,” the captain tries to negotiate, weapon still drawn. “Give us the woman and we’ll leave you be.”

The laughter that falls past Hoseok’s lips sends a shiver down even your spine. “What makes you think I’ll do as you say?” he dares them, taking another step forth.

An arrow is fired.

Whether it was done intently or instinctively by one of the soldiers, it nonetheless managed to graze Hoseok’s exposed arm and narrowly missed your head. There's a look of fear that sets in their eyes, seeing golden ichor instead of crimson blood running down Hoseok's skin from where the arrowtip struck.

In that instant, they come to realize the grave mistake they’ve made.

All of them fall to their knees, their weapons making a pathetic thud on the sand. Their lips quiver, trying to scramble strings of apologies together but they make no comprehensible noise, all as the wine god proceeds to glare down at them. If they're so bent on such filthy violence, Hoseok decided, then he'll give them the carnage they so seek.

One by one, what's left of the men began screaming, pointing at each other with madness and fear in their eyes. Their own thinking and frenzy fuel the work of Hoseok's curse upon them, and they start running around one another with their weapons drawn.

What horrifying feat befalls them at their own hands, you didn't have the chance to know (nor would you ever want to) as a figure kneels down before you. Shaking hands caress your face, gently guiding you to meet eyes with pools of endless worry. “Are you alright?” he asks, chest heaving as he did.

The most you could muster was a numb nod, thoughts still frazzled from everything that went wrong on your supposed peaceful, reflective walk on the beach. Before you was an unconvinced god, remnants of his rage seething like demons and insisting that the curse on the soldiers wasn’t enough.

That’s the least important matter at hand right now, he reminds himself. Gathering you in his arms and calling for Agrios, Hoseok doesn't waste any more time and usher you away from the scene. The moment he makes the journey towards the forest however, he feels your hand squeeze him tighter.

"Don't," you say, eyes finally seeking his, but they’re filled to the brim with fear and urgency.

Immediately concerned, Hoseok stops in his tracks. "Why?" he asks, setting you down with the intent to look over your body more closely. "Is something wrong? Are you hurt?"

Your hands tremble where they came to hold onto his arms. "No," you shake your head, looking towards the forest. "More are coming."

Hoseok dismissed the worry, no doubt ready to argue he can deal with them and so you quickly retorted. "What if they're in the forest?” you pour out the predictions you’ve constructed in your head. “What if they see the cavern and come back with even more soldiers?"

For a moment, the wine god contemplates this. Even if more do come, Olympus would have to fall first before he’d even consider the thought of letting them take you away, but right now, you need assurance and time to calm down. Looking over to the leopard in a wordless conversation, the two of them share a look of agreement and after a gentle brushing against your skirts in a comforting farewell, the big cat heads into the forest without another word.

Before you could wonder where Agrios was going, Hoseok intertwined his fingers with yours, gently tugging you along a different direction—the pool cavern.

The cavern looks as pristine as you remember, and the fond memories effectively ease your nerves. Hoseok walks over to the wooden chest you two brought here a few days around the return of spring, and fishes out a linen cloth to drape over your shoulders. "You can stay here," he tells you, as he brushes your hair back. "I'll see to it that they'll never come back here again."

Chewing at your lips, you mull over what words to say. His protection warms your heart, but the thought of being a nuisance twists it all the same. You let yourself fall forth to embrace him. "Be careful," you murmur against his chest, and he responds with a squeeze—a wordless assurance that he will, for you.

Your sole purpose here in the cavern pool was safety, and yet, you all but feel emptiness the moment the wine god leaves.

Hours passed, the sun settling high in the sky and well into the afternoon. You’ve taken a seat on the edge of the pool, your calves submerged in the water lapped by gentle ripples made by your lightly swinging feet.

It was fortuitous that the silence you’ve been given here has allowed you to do the reflecting that was cut so short by the ambush earlier on.

Before you were so rudely interrupted, you had been warming to the idea of accepting your fate to be in Naxos, and the events that had taken place had only served to further engrave the sentiment into your heart.

Have you gone mad?! You should be scared! the old part of you hisses from its derelict shell. Have you forgotten what divine wrath did to your life?

Perhaps, you have gone mad.

(What kind of sane person has a heart that skips a beat at the thought of a god cursing someone who dared to harm them, or dare to get even a little bit of satisfaction out of it?)

A new battle brews between mortification and shamelessness at your change in lens towards Hoseok. This was hardly the time for it, you remind yourself. There is much to be done with your father’s loyalist at your tail.

In spite of your best efforts, the time continues bringing your heart’s utter affection for Hoseok and everything on this island to light and clarity, and you grow all the more weary with waiting. You wonder how Hoseok was faring with the soldiers—how everyone else in the forest would be. Mortals may not truly, fatally harm gods, but they are still capable of destruction, and you’d hate for Naxos to fall into trouble if any word of your being here were to get out.

The sound of footsteps makes you jump from your skin, anxiously anticipating who would appear at the entrance with a million questions running through your mind a minute.

The moment you see Hoseok's familiar face, however, relief washes over you, so much so that tears brim your eyes. "You're back," you breathlessly whisper, having enough of your restraint left to stop yourself from pushing up from the edge of the pool and running to him.

It’s a dilemma that solves itself, however, as the wine god, himself, comes to you with a small smile. Hoseok, too, wordlessly rids himself of his shoes and sits at the edge of the pool, easing his legs into the water. "I've sent out people around the island," he informs you as gazed down at your obscure reflections in the water. "We’ve managed to capture a few, but we haven’t a clue yet if there are still others left. We'll have to wait here for news till then."

You could only nod, putting faith in his word as he’s always done his best to fulfill them.

"How are you faring?"

The question was something you expected, especially when the concern in his eyes never went away. "Well enough," you try to dismiss with an assuring smile, but a fleeting glance to his solemn face condemns you to admit just a little bit of truth. "Just a bit sore."

You carefully brush your hand to the side from when the soldier had kicked you away. There was a dull ache that spread across your torso, spiking pain if you breathed a little too deeply.

The grimace on your face as you did so doesn't elude the wine god. “I'll call over Yoongi as soon as I can,” he urgently says, about to leave his place beside you if it weren't for the hand you placed on his knee, compelling him to stay. Hoseok does as you wordlessly ask, but the furrow in his brows remain along with fleeting glances at your side.

His company alone is doing more than he can ever realize, the comforting silence doing well to ease your heart. "Thank you," you speak into the silence after a while, eyes soft with gratitude and a little something more. "For coming to my aid," you further elaborate, but soon correct yourself, "for always coming to my aid."

Hoseok's frown softens, a fond look comes with casual shrug. "I always will," he tells you like it's an absolute truth of the world.

The wine god shifts closer towards you and reaches forth, hand so tenderly on your cheek that you lean into it. His thumb rests just below your eyes, readily there to wipe away teardrops should they come. You, however, hold them back as you muster the strength to tell him what had happened. "My father's dead," you tell him with only a fleeting hint of remorse and a momentary shake. "He died pursuing the architect of the labyrinth and his son," you say, "and they were here for his just revenge."

Hoseok's eyes grew dark at the mention of the soldiers and their twisted sense of justice. "You needn't worry," he declares, "I—we won't let that happen."

The correction he makes to himself twitches your lips upward. "I know," you hum, eyes telling him of the confidence you have for his promise. Hoseok has never failed you before, and even if he didn't you wouldn't dare to hold it against him.

You rest your head on his shoulder, his hand falling onto your lap where it intertwines with your fingers. Returning your gaze to the waters, you abide the time by watching the ripples that form at every languid move of your feet. You pretend not to feel his thoughtful gaze, or feel your own butterflies as you relish idly playing with his fingers.

"(Y/N)?"

Your name falls from his lips, soft yet with a hint of hesitance. Sparing him any intimidation your eyes staring into his might bring, you simply squeeze his hand in assurance. "Hm?" you all but hum in response.

There's a beat of silence—one, two.

"Marry me."

In an instant, you lift your head from his shoulder and look at him for any signs of jesting, only to find none. Instead, you see redness spread across his face as he brings his other hand to fiddle at the lobes of his ear. He's nervous.

Gods, what about you then?! Shock doesn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling. Wha—

Hoseok is quick to sense your frenzied emotions, using the stunned silence to his advantage. “I know it’s what you’ve been left here for in the first place, and the memories of what that bastard did pains you, but I want you to marry me out of your own volition,” he practically vomits all his words, but he's fortunate your heart and mind's utter intrigue over all of this has compelled you to clung onto every word. “I want you to know that I crave to have your being next to mine, regardless of what had transpired for it to happen.”

To hear such words in such desperation, you were taken aback. It may have slid into a passing fantasy once, but it never occurred to you that Hoseok would feel this passionately for you. Gods, you didn't think he'd feel anything strong enough to actually ask for your hand!

The wine god forgoes his anxious habits and has both hands seize yours, both in an attempt to ground himself and in a plea for you to heed his confession—to listen should he never have the guts to spill his heart out ever again. “The moment your heart began to open, I all the more knew you were meant for something greater than how you were treated,” he proceeds to attest, “You're beautiful to me—most beautiful—and when I saw your tears, your grief, there was—is—a strong urge in me to bring a smile onto your face—something that told me you were much more radiant with happiness, instead of melancholy.”

The tears stinging your eyes were becoming difficult to fight back. You look at the god before you, still unsure of what to say. Every word strikes your weary heartstrings, and you could hardly breathe with how blissfully painful it is for your cruel demons.

He wants you to be his? The remnants of your old self can't take it, too skeptical to ever give in to the temptation of love.

Hoseok still tightly holds your hands in his, and you swear you could feel his palms sweating. “If you would so please be my wife, (Y/N),” he tells you, almost pleading in a way desperate mortals would. “I will do my very best to take all of your sorrows away.”

The panicked outcries of your old self—that poor, unfortunate runaway princess—falls into the abyss, only to land onto the plush, homely foundation that is the paradise of Hoseok's affections and yours.

This once-stranger, who saved you on that beach, had stayed with you on this damned island when he could've easily carried on his way.

This wine god, who made you feel worthy of love, had not only made you love him, but also love you.

This Hoseok, who you’ve known through months of splendor, loves you with all of his divine being—loves you more than Theseus ever could.

Hoseok watches as your eyes turn glossy and it all the more makes him despair. “Though I may not reign amidst those in Olympus,” his breath staggers, but determination reigns true in his eyes, “I swear that I shall treasure you and provide to you the life a goddess deserves.”

Your eyes widened even more, tears had long been falling down your cheeks. This is all too much for your heart to withstand.

No longer able to bear holding everything in, you inch closer towards him. “Hoseok, you of all people know well that my heart is in pieces,” your breath trembles. "How much it has lost faith in things such as love."

At that moment, his smile falters.

At that moment, he curses Silenus, Yoongi, and himself for ever hoping.

At that moment, he thought it was all for naught.

“But you're a warmth I will forever be grateful for,” you softly declare, caressing his cheek with a smile and shattering his thoughts. “Frankly, I don’t think you deserve someone like me. I am but a mere mortal compared to you—imperfect, broken, and still hurting,” you tell him, "will you still love me in spite of it?"

"I already do," Hoseok affirms it so ardently that it makes you breathlessly chuckle. "I love you with all of my heart. I'll give you anything," he vows, voice falling so soft you could barely hear it, "even Olympus itself."

He will seize a grand seat on Olympus, one way or another. You will lay on the softest of pillows and dress in the prettiest of silks. You will dine full and drink to your heart's content. You will be there with him and his mother in a palace, safe and sound. “That way, no one will come between us,” he asserts, claiming such a future into fruition. “No one will ever harm you again.”

Fury burned in every word he swore before you, unbecoming of the carefree, grinning man you knew him to be. "There's no need for such lengths," you tell him, eyes soft and endearing as you shake your head at him. You need not the glory of Olympus or the crown of a queen or a goddess. All you could ever ask is to be with him—be loved by him. "This mortal is already yours," you profess, "yours alone."

With a hitched breath, shock befell the wine god—as if your words were so hard to believe, as if he hadn't at all expected you to love him all the same.

Soon, however, his wide eyes are broken by a joyful grin, his senses coming to reality. He wastes no time pulling you into his arms, the motion of which sends a momentary shock of pain through you. The both of you are reminded of your aching side, and Hoseok, immediately frantic, pulls away in a hurry, clumsily sending you both into the cold water.

Damn that soldier for ruining the moment.

Resurfacing with a gasp, you find him with his wet tresses stuck to his mortified face, which compels you to fix your own wet hair. “Are you alright?!” he asks, still oblivious to his ridiculous appearance as he keeps you at an arm's length to look you over.

With the pain long gone, you couldn't help the endearing laugh that escapes your lips as you sweep his hair back from his forehead like you did yours. A soft smile becomes his wordless assurance, which slowly eases the furrow in his brows.

He then saves face by reaching out to you, this time carefully pulling you into his arms. Your legs secure around his waist and Hoseok happily spins the two of you around, the water easily allowing the both of you to float idly. You gleefully laugh once more, and he nuzzles his head into the side of your face, planting a trail of kisses in his wake. "I've been yours," Hoseok's lips tenderly swears this against your skin, pulling away to look at you with eyes twinkling brightly. "I'll always be yours."

In no time, his lips captured yours in a sweet and soft dance that sent the butterflies in your belly soaring. There's a faint, salty taste of the sea on your lips, and the grip he has around your waist tightens in the name of protectively pulling you closer. Your hands find purchase around his neck, taking the time to weave your fingers through his black tresses. Your heart racing even more as your head goes light with bliss. You could hardly think at the moment.

Hoseok, sensing your human need for air, pulls away to let you breathe, forehead resting against yours as you were left gasping. “I meant every word I said,” he then murmurs against your lips. “I’ll make you a goddess, my love.”

Your heart skipped a beat as your mind drifted to an indecipherable haze. You realize now that even without his wine, you were drunk—drunk in his love and devotion.

His fingers dance along your arms until both hands weave themselves with yours, unraveling your hold around his neck. “I will etch my name all over Greece, so much that they can no longer ignore it,” he vows, a certain maddened mischief sparking in his eyes as he raises a brow at you. “Will you join me?”

You realize then that your hands and body have been pinned against something—one of the cave's walls—as your newfound lover awaits your response. A shiver runs down your spine—an indication of thrill.

Mirroring his spirit, you grin and lean close. “Of course, I will, silly,” you muse, playfully rolling your eyes as you lean away just a little inch to look at him with such soft eyes that it makes him melt. "Wherever you go," you sweetly hum, forehead resting against his, "I'll be there, just as you have been with me."

Hoseok's grin is instant, shining brightly like the sun. "What an honor," he blissfully sings, lovingly tugging you into his arms and lips yet again.

In the loom of life, a bright thread fully weaves with a dull one, effectively making it brighter, too, and from now till eternity, they’ll be strands entangled together.

What a blessed woman you are.

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿 ◁ | END.

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

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blu-joons · 2 years

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Burnt Out ~ Jung Hoseok

“Y/N, are you alright?” Hobi yelled as he watched you stumble, bouncing your waist against the chair.

The last thing you remembered was your mouth opening to speak, but no words came out as the next thing you knew was darkness.

You had no idea how long you were out for, slowly opening up your eyes to find yourself laid out on the sofa. The light was bright, causing you to groan which quickly caught the attention of the figure pacing around the room waiting for you to come back into the room.

As soon as Hobi looked down and saw your eyes wide, he darted across and sat down beside you, taking a hold of your hand, eyes full of concern as he studied you closely.

It took a good few moments for things to sink in for you, letting go of a sigh as an ache ran from the top of your body to the bottom. You could vaguely remember what had happened, picturing yourself in the kitchen starting to get dinner sorted.

You’d panicked when Hobi text you to let you know that he was on his way home, without anything prepared. It had been the same routine for you for weeks, getting things sorted for Hobi because you knew how bus he was, doing everything that you possibly could to make life easier for him, without thinking of yourself.

The last few days you had found yourself tiring, struggling to balance everything around the house with everything that you did at work. You’d tried desperately to brush it all under the carpet, but your body was reluctant to let you dismiss how tired it was so quickly.

After giving you some time to get comfortable, Hobi cleared his throat, glancing across at you. You pushed yourself up slightly to be able to look across at him with a blank expression on your face.

“What happened?” Hobi asked you, keeping his eyes firmly on you. “You terrified me Y/N,” he added, still feeling his heart race as he tried to make sure that you really were alright.”

“I’m just tired,” you sighed, “of a lot of things.”

Your words immediately caught Hobi’s attention as you muttered the last part underneath your breath. The grip that he had on your hand loosened as he looked to you inquisitively.

“I’ve been tired for some time,” you added, feeling Hobi’s eyes staring at you. “I had a feeling that this time would come to be honest with you, it was just a case of waiting for something to tip me over the edge and finally push myself too far.”

Your words sent a shiver down Hobi’s spine, expecting it to just be a one off, the problem seemed much bigger than he ever expected it to be.

“If you had a feeling that you’d faint, why didn’t you do something about it?” Hobi asked you, struggling to make sense of why you just ignored the signs.

“I tried to talk to you, but every time you just didn’t listen.”

His hand slipped out of yours as his body stiffened, eyes narrowing to look at you almost as if he didn’t believe what you were saying. “Me? When have I ever not listened to you?” He asked you sincerely.

“Last week, you were too busy scrolling through your phone.”

“I was replying to an email,” he challenged.

“And I was burnt out, but you didn’t care about that.”

You’d lost count of the times you’d tried to have the conversation with Hobi that you felt like you were doing too much, but every time it fell on deaf ears. He wasn’t interested, at least he was happy with the way that the two of you did things.

“Or a couple of weeks ago when you came home and noticed that the living room was a mess,” you added, proving your point to him. “Instead of ask me how I was you just decided to scold me instead for leaving trip hazards when you couldn’t risk injury.”

It hurt his heart listening to you, knowing that you were right, even if Hobi didn’t want you to be. He could remember all the incidents that you listed off clearly, especially how for every single one of them he made the focus himself rather than daring to worry about you.

“I don’t even know what to say,” Hobi whispered, staring across at you with wide eyes. He knew that the blame was beginning to fall on his shoulders, especially when you’d tried so hard to get him to listen only for him to close you off every single time.

What was done was done, but you had plenty that you wanted to change moving forward with Hobi. You’d wanted to tell him that for weeks, but now was your chance, even if the circumstances weren’t the best. You weren’t prepared to let your body burn out again, as much as you loved being there and helping Hobi out, you couldn’t overstep that line any longer and risk doing yourself even more harm.

“I’ve been relying on you too much,” Hobi admitted, “and not even realising that I’ve been doing it.”

You didn’t react as he spoke, watching on as his head nodded in agreement with himself. “I’m busy too, you’re not the only one in this house who has work to do all the time Hobi,” you explained to him as his head continued nodding.

“I can do more,” he assured you, “and I will do more as well, this can’t keep happening to you.”

Seeing you fall had given Hobi the push that he needed to know that he was relying on you too much. Support every now and then was human, but even the small things seemed to unfairly rest on your shoulders.

“Are you listening to me this time and realising that I’m struggling?” You asked Hobi, pulling yourself up so that you were sat up. “I get that you need someone by your side, but you’ve taken it to the extreme, it’s almost as if you feel like I owe you something.”

“I would never think that, I hate knowing that I’ve taken advantage of you,” Hobi told you.

Your head nodded as you heard just how much he meant what he said in his voice. “How did you not see it in yourself Hobi? How at no point did you think that you were perhaps just expecting a little too much from me to make us work together?”

His shoulders could only shrug back at you, Hobi wished that he had the answer, but he just didn’t. He had wrapped himself up too much in other things that he couldn’t see what was right in front of his face, a tiring partner who was on the verge of giving up.

“I know that sorry can’t make up for what’s already happened, but I promise that things are going to change moving forwards,” Hobi confidently told you. “There is no way that I’m letting anything like this happen again.”

“Then first of all you can’t start listening to me,” you suggested, “don’t brush me off or ignore me. When I’m serious with you it’s because I need you, I depend on you too Hobi, it’s not just you that relies on me for things.”

He hadn’t thought about you needing him at all, if he was honest, he could barely remember the last time that he had properly been there for you. It sent a shiver down his spine knowing just how oblivious he had been for so long.

“There’s a lot that we need to resolve moving on,” you told him. “A lot of things that need to change around the house especially.”

“We can do that,” he assured you, “we can sit down and sort out everything, and find a way to get me to listen to you too.”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

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singguks · 2 years

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la vie en rose → jung hoseok.

synopsis. life feels dull and colorless until you spot him dancing, that alone is enough to start a fire in your heart.

pairing. hoseok | reader

genre. dance au, fluff

word count. 2636

warnings. just dancer hoseok really, he does the job. that and his adorableness!!

rating. PG-13

a/n. to the dearest @narimiese ♡ may your life be filled with joy and countless sparks; hobi's especially!! happy birthday, beautiful!

You had been inside that subway for twenty minutes now.

Twenty minutes of staring at its window absentmindedly while listening to some random playlist in search of new music, or just new inspiration really. Lately, life had been moving slowly, with a bunch of unwanted breaks just like the course of the subway you found yourself in. It felt like never arriving home.

Nothing new or out of the ordinary seemed to happen to you recently, and with a heavy sigh, you skip yet another song on the device you held firmly between your hands. Am I just tired?, the thought crosses your mind, but no. That wasn’t it, and you knew it. A dormant spark traveled through your body, ready to ignite. You just didn’t know when or for what.

The wagon softly hit the brakes again, another stop. Your eyes go from your cellphone, to check the hours, to the window once more.

The scenery before you is beautiful; the night sky engulfs the huddle of buildings, and neon lights start to shine giving the street all the colors it needed to feel alive. You feel the urge to take a picture, as the street in question finds itself rather empty for the grand Seoul you knew by heart, but one of the buildings—a smaller one in height that was just straight across your sight—felt busy, making a beautiful contrast.

One of the few alight windows caught your attention, and that’s the reason why you stop in the middle of completing the movement to take the so-desired photo. Inside the framed window there’s this guy, dancing. He seems so absorbed in what he’s doing, so happy, so free, that the moment feels almost magical; his dancing matches the tune playing softly in your ears, and without even realizing a smile forms on your features. Suddenly it’s like you are looking at the world through tinted glasses while looking at him. Like you were able to find this secret door to another universe entirely.

But the subway goes on, and you are forced to return to reality. Back to the journey full of breaks, cut by sighs in between.

You are unable to shake the feeling, however, or the image of the dancer.

A week goes by. The same stops, the same thoughts, the same longing feeling, but a new expectancy and curious eyes that search intently to find that window, or more specifically, that boy.

And you do. On and on again, for a week, you see him there, dancing after hours… Completely free. Somedays he checks his groovy moves in the mirror, others he just ignores it, preferring to dance with closed eyes and a different kind of passion. The window is always open. You can’t help but make a mental note of how well-dressed he always is. As a fashion major yourself, that was always the first thing you noticed about a person—what shoes they used, what accessories they added, what color combination they went for… It all helped to form a better picture of a person and their personality to you.

And his seemed bright. Lit, and ready to burn.

Just like you felt inside.

And so this feeling of curiosity, of wanting to know how he externalized that, started to feel reoccurring. You couldn’t go by more than half an hour without thinking about it, without thoughts of him dancing popping into your mind.

It was during work, on your coffee breaks… While brushing your teeth, while staring at the crowd in a busy restaurant… You even drew some sketches of him and his movements in your journal. One that you used strickly to design new clothes but had been on your shelf for too long now. Ever since you finished your studies in Paris and came home.

See, maybe this was the spark you needed. You had always wanted to try to launch your own brand, that’s why you studied so intently abroad, but it never felt aligned with your reality. No. You spent your days working for someone else’s brand instead. A really nice one for the matter. Who didn’t like Celine after all?

You did, and you were exhilarated when you got accepted to work there. But with time, the constant thought of being made to do something of your own would always appear at the back of your mind. Perhaps that was why you had been feeling so low on energy lately. So stuck in time.

One of those nights, when searching for his window was no longer enough, you saw yourself hopping off of the subway one stop before the dance studio building, without much thinking. Something moved you.

When you realized, you were already standing in front of where it all started, the place you became so familiar with over the last weeks. You looked at the front door hesitantly. And looking up, to state the obvious, you saw light coming from his window, that as always was very much alight. You mustered your courage with a deep breath and walked in decidedly.

There was no need to search for what floor his studio was located on, you could simply follow the loud hip-hop music echoing in the corridors. It seemed like the beat was following your own heart, which pumped with force, loudly and somewhat wild.

Much like his window, his studio door is also open, light pouring out on the long corridor. You approach the room rather nervous, after all, this was a first in your life. Something that came up in the heat of the moment, and if you were to be completely honest, you are not really sure of what you want of him. At least not until you are able to see him from up close.

He was dashing, even if he was wearing a bucket hat covering half of his face.

The boy in question was kneeling next to a big speaker, paying close attention to something on his phone. He was so focused, that he didn’t notice your presence by the door and you take the opportunity to annalize him further.

He wears a less distinguished-colored outfit today. A double-sleeve zip-up jacket, black, and it’s zipped just a tad bit down, enough for you to see he was wearing a simple white tee beneath, that surprisingly showed his physique very well. And he keeps it simple, pairing the fit with double-knee work pants. Whoever came along, and saw him like this, would think he is all about simple and casual, but this man had nothing of the sort about him. You could pinpoint that rather easily, all it took was a look at the pair of sneakers he was wearing—an Off White collab with Air force 1 low.

From the color scheme of the fit to the skull print bucket hat that covered half his face while he was looking down, everything was very much to your liking. And you start to muse while staring at his figure, if he is naturally inclined to fashion, or if he followed some kind of trend until he looks up and the music ceases. You didn’t even notice how loud it was until a screaming silence fills the place.

“Hi,” he greets kind of confused when noticing your presence by the door but still manages to open a shining smile while getting up. “Can I help you?”

For a moment you blank. You hold your breath thinking of a plausible excuse for being there this late, even glance towards the flight of stairs in the long corridor pondering a quick exit, but as you return to his gaze, which grew more inquisitive to the second, you decide for blurting out the truth instead. You wouldn’t be able to think of a lie out of the blue, that was not your strong suit.

“Uhm- hi,” you greet back with a defeated smile that denounced how embarrassed you were. He chuckles back at you, amused, and you could dare to say a bit intrigued as well. He fetches a small towel on top of the speaker and begins drying his neck while discreetly sizing you up. “I uh- I was passing by… And I saw your window lit- From outside I mean,” You fumble with your words as his presence is rather strong, even if his smile increases in size due to your explanation. He doesn’t reply, at least not yet, and you feel like he is giving you space to say something more, to explain further. “Uhm, I didn’t mean to interrupt or something-” You try, but he doesn’t let you finish the sentence this time.

“You don’t,” He assures you cheerfully while taking off the bucket hat to dry his forehead as well. For a moment you forget he even replied, eyes scanning every inch of his face you had not seen before. What before felt like a powerful presence became a bubbly one. Something about his eyes made his heart-shaped smile look overly adorable. Perhaps the way it reached them like they too were smiling at you. “Are you here looking for someone?” He asks after getting no reply on your part, looking at you with a tilted head and you had to bite down a smile of your own.

“Yes, actually,” you confess, taking a bold step inside the studio. “I was looking for you.”

“Me?” the way he tilted, even more, his head, with furrowed brows and a cartoonish pout while pointing at his chest made you finally chuckle more relaxed. As you nod him affirmatively, a smile still on your face, he glances up, pensively. “I don’t remember you. I’m pretty sure I would…” He clarifies more to himself than to you.

“You don’t know me yet,” you cut his train of thoughts, kind of anxious—in a good way—for his reaction. As he looked back at you waiting for further clarification, with yet another adorable expression on his face, you continue. “Every day coming from work I see you dancing… I hope I don’t sound weird or anything-” before he could say something you see yourself blurting out word after word, fingers fidgeting by the side of your body. The streak of courageousness that had hit you previously felt like dissipating all of a sudden. “I just happened to look at this building the other day and then everything was dark except for your window and as I said, I saw you dancing and it, uhm… It moved me.”

You finally look at him, searching on his features for something that could tell you about what he was thinking, much like a test you felt a need to pass. When he discards the piece of cloth on top of the speaker and places both his hands on his hips, you are on the brink of slapping yourself for sounding so weird; a million thoughts rushing in your mind.

What was I thinking? I can’t just barge on someone’s studio and-

He starts walking toward you and you can’t quite describe what his intentions are, but your brain is screaming that he’s probably going to shove you out of the studio. Much to your surprise, he stops before you, a mere feet away. You look up to meet his eyes, and once again they are shaped in a rainbow way, along with a dimpled smile. “I’m Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.” he offers his hand for you to shake in the friendliest manner, the other disappears to the inside of his baggy pants’ pocket. He’s so… My style.

You don’t hesitate much before taking his hand in yours and saying your name. And this time you can’t really fight over the urge to smile. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, your hands still softly wrapped with each other, and it goes from a handshake to a simple hold, one that says a lot as you both keep looking into each other’s eyes.

“So what can I help you with?” Hoseok asks almost in a whisper, his chocolate brown eyes shifting between yours. As you realize that you’re still holding his hand, something that apparently doesn’t bother him, you quickly let go, laughing shyly and making him laugh along.

You feel your cheeks heat up, but you answer him anyway. “Perhaps… Would you teach me?”

“Do you like to dance?” it’s the question he shoots at you and you are taken by surprise.

“Well, I think so,” you answer truthfully as you had never thought about the subject before, and your face must show your confusion about it since his smile—one that apparently hardly left the corners of his lips—got wider and wider.

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning a bit forward and you had to look higher up. “But dancing isn’t something made to think,” As he started talking you held your breath, afraid that any movement you made could trigger the evident tension that was starting to build up between the two of you. “It’s made to feel,” and before you could say something, he straightened his back again, and you could swear your heart was about to make an escape and fly off the window. His window.

“So what do you say?” Hoseok asks again as your brain started musing over his words. “I’ll see you here tomorrow? Same time?”

And here it was. The spark you needed to unfreeze time.

“Yes. Yes, you will.” There is an undeniable tone of challenge in your voice. From the moment you had seen him, still from far away, inside the subway, he had already done something to you.

Your eyes lingered in each other’s again, and as you offered him a last smile, ready to leave, he stopped you in a rush. “Wait!” You look at him with a surprised smile before he speaks again, “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you about uh…” His eyes scan the place and yours follow, trying to understand what is going on or what Hoseok is looking for. “The box!”

“The box…?” You ask confused.

“Yes! The box.” He nods his head exaggeratedly. “We have this box here that uh… We use for a… A prize draw! That’s right!” He crosses his arms and presses his mouth in a thin line, showing the smallest dimple you had ever seen.

“Ok…” you laugh it out, not quite understanding what the box had to do with you, but finding it funny nevertheless.

“And what I was trying to say is that you should definitely apply to it! You just need to submit your name and phone number, and who knows? You might get the prize!” Hoseok explains, his right hand coming to the back of his neck and you can’t help but scrunch your nose amused by his antics. There’s no prize draw, right?, is what you think of saying, but he looks at you so expectant and warmly that you decide on taking the bait.

“Sure! Why not! Where do I apply?”

The grin he has on his face slowly fades as he looks around the room again, trying to improvise, and you learn yet another thing about him. Much like yourself, he is not a great liar, and you find that endearing. “Uh…”

“What about I just give you my number instead? Like on your phone. And then once you find the box you add it for me?” you suggest and he almost sighs relieved, retrieving the device from his pocket and handing it over to you.

You go home that night with sparks in your heart and an insistent smile that never left your face, especially not after you received the following text:

[ unknown number @ 20:18 ] hi! it’s hoseok… from the dance studio! about that box… 😅🥺

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nanawritesit · 2 years

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BTS HC: Hoseok Having a Crush on an Oblivious Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Anonymous asked: "Hello !May please get headcanons about a friend to lovers with Hoseok, where it’s obvious to everyone except the reader that he like them ?With gender neutral pronouns please ?"

I LOVE prompts about an oblivious reader! (Mostly bc I'm the same way) but I think they're SO CUTE! I hope you all enjoy this! :)

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Anyone with eyes could see that Hoseok liked you. The way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, the way he touched you so delicately as if you were made glass, the way he listened to you like he was hanging on every word...

It honestly scared him at first how much you worked him up. His face turned red every time you complimented him. He held his breath every time you reached up to fix his hair. His heart stopped beating when you simply gave him a smile. God, did you even know the things you did to him?

And of course you liked him back. But you hated yourself for it. For one, he was your best friend, and the thought of losing your friendship to your own feelings was horrible. Second, there was no way in hell that he would ever feel the same way about you. In your mind, he was the epitome of perfection. You thought he was WAY too good for you. And third, Hoseok was the nicest person in the world. Any display of affection he sent your way, you mistook as him just being the kind friend that he was. He acted like this with everyone, so why would you think that you were any different?

It absolutely drove him up a wall the way you dodged all of his many attempts to flirt with you.

One night when the two of you were eating take out and watching movies, he proclaimed that he was bored and wanted to play truth or dare.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare."

"Dare, obviously. I'm no coward."

"Okay. I dare you to kiss me."

"Is that all?" You giggled and kissed him on the forehead. He sighed defeatedly. "How about you Hobi?"

"Truth. And make it a good one."

"Okay, who do you like?"

"You."

"Awh Hobi, I like you too! You're my best friend after all!"

You were hopeless. You didn't even notice his crush when you asked him to come shopping with you to find a nice outfit for your friend's wedding.

How did you not notice the way his face went blank when you came out in that stunning outfit? Did you just ignore the way he couldn't form a single sentence at the sight of you? He blushed like a rose and smiled bright as the sun, muttering a simple, "you're so beautiful."

Even the guys were dumbfounded at how oblivious you were when you started hanging out with them. They even tried to help too, not realizing how challenging it would be.

"Awh Y/N, are you blushing because of what Hoseok said about you?" Jimin teased.

"No, of course not!" you exclaimed defensively.

"Yeah right, why would she ever like him." Yoongi would joke back, trying to get a confession out of you.

"What do you mean? Hobi is so cute and nice and fun!"

Seokjin laughed, "So would you say that you like him?"

"Of course I like him, we're best friends aren't we?"

Things didn't get pushed in the right direction until one of your coworkers had asked you on a date. You were over at Hobi's place for one of your usual movie nights when you told him, and his mood instantly changed.

"Okay, what is up? You've been pouting all day."

"Are you serious?" he asked, frustrated. "You're going out with that guy?"

"Well, yeah... what's wrong with that?"

"He doesn't know you like I do. He could never treat you the way you deserve to be treated!"

"How do you know that?" you demanded, getting up to leave. "You don't know anything about me! If you did, we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter. We can hang out tomorrow when you're in a better mood."

On your way out of the apartment building, you ran into the guys, who were going up to Hoseok's apartment.

"Hey Y/N, where are you going?" Namjoon asked. "We figured you'd be up there with Hoseok."

"I was, but he's grumpy right now. I told him I had a date this weekend and he freaked out!"

"I can't imagine why." Jungkook laughed, rolling his eyes.

"What do you mean?" you asked, stopping in your tracks.

Jimin chuckled at your wide eyes. "You mean you really don't see it?"

"See what?"

"Hobi is practically in love with you." Seokjin giggled.

"Yeah, it doesn't take an idiot to see that." Yoongi mused.

"Oh my god..." you began, connecting all the dots. "It's me, I''m the idiot that couldn't figure it out!"

You immediately turned around and bolted up the stairs, the other guys laughing at you and walking a bit slower to give you and Hoseok some time alone.

You burst through the door of his apartment, making him jump from his spot on the sofa. You guys stood there staring at each other breathlessly for a moment, until you strode over to him and grabbed his face in your hands. Without a word, you crashed your lips together. His eyes widened at first, but once he realized what was happening, he relaxed into it, clutching your waist with one arm and pressing his free hand against the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

"Ugh, finally! It was getting annoying watching them relentlessly pine after one another!" Taehyung exclaimed from the doorway.

You both pulled back in shock, then laughed at the sight of the six boys at the entrance of the apartment.

"Um, guys..." Hoseok began, pulling you into his lap. "I love you but, please get the hell out."

Once they were all gone, he tackled you down onto the couch and attacked your face with kisses. "I take it this means you know I like you?"

"Yes, it does." you smiled before slinging your arms around his neck to hold him.

"Thank god, you're the most oblivious person in the world."

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silv3rswirls · 1 year

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Summary: "You'll always be trash to be thrown away; but not to me."

Warnings: pseudo incest, obsession, manipulation, degradation, light smut, light mentions of neglect and depression

“Just calm down.” The tight bundle of anxiety eating at your stomach barely calmed at the sound of his soft words.

“I’m scared” you muster, “what if someone hears us?”

You feel him scoff, a hand trailing up your neck, thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “I’d never let anyone hear. All those pretty little noises you make are just for me.” You feel him try to guide you back onto the bed, but you stay firm where you are. He sighs, barely noticeable, but you can feel his usual gentle demeanor shifting into annoyance. “How many times have we done this?” You stare at him, nibbling on the inside of your cheek. You’re not sure how many times over the past year you had snuck into your uncle's room like tonight.

Before it had been manageable; the affection you had grown for the older man. He hardly came around, but now he was staying in your parent's spare bedroom as work brought him back into town. You weren’t sure when your puppy crush turned into something more, or when you decided to muster the bravery to try to get him to notice you in way more than just that sorry little girl his brother took in some years ago. It worked, his touches began to linger as much as yours did, and his eyes held your stare a tad longer than they should.

When he moved in temporarily, you had hidden your stings of excitement. Throughout your time here, your uncle had always been different towards you. He was kinder than the rest and seemed to actually care about what happened in your personal life. Loving and doting on his rare visits; you hadn’t seen him in almost two years before he moved in. you were twenty now, but still felt like a meek little girl standing under the walls of this house.

Hoseok seemed to have liked that meekness, especially when your crush on him really began to spin out of control. He didn’t like staying in such a cold home, per se. He was close to his brother, though never understood his act of charity upon you. But still, he spent all the time he could making some kind of warm escape in the house for you, it didn’t help that you really had begun to look cuter with every visit. Sick as it may be, he never felt guilt over the odd relationship that had formed just a few months ago. Not like you, who always had some odd wheel spinning in your head; unable to decide what to want or do when it came to him. He could tell with ease how much of a lost soul you were. Could he blame you? Thrown away by your birth parents, adopted by his asshole brother, and neglected all your life. Like scrap to the world, something to be thrown aside constantly; but not when it came to him.

When you come to him like this, lost and empty, how could he not harbor something of a fondness? The distant taboo of it all didn’t deter him either, if anything, it was more exciting.

Your body fell into bed with ease, as it always did when his intense stare burned butterfly-shaped holes in your stomach. “Poor thing, you just want to feel loved.” He sighs, “you’ve always been trash to the world, thrown aside at any moment.” He goes on, “but not to be, baby.” He lowers himself, “you know that, so why play so shy now?” You swallow, nerves on high alert as he presses a little kiss to your neck. “I mean, you’re the one that crept in here.” He murmured, hot breath tickling your neck as his lips traced your skin. You supposed he was right, you were always the one to creep down the hall to his room. “Waiting at the foot of my bed for me to notice you like a lost dog.” He exhaled a small laugh.

“I wanted to see you.” You quip innocently. It’s true, you had been fond of his affections since the beginning. Even more so lately as you could so vividly recall the feeling of his body against his, his lips pressing to mold against yours. You feel him begin to pull at the buttons of your pajama top, their little snaps the only other noise accompanying your quickening breathing.

“Wanted me to fuck you again?” He spoke, though it was more of a statement than a question. Hoseok grins at the shy look of guilt you wore, unable to come up with a replay to play your innocence back up. Not that he would work on him, you were far from it in his eyes. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. The emptiness you felt as you crept through the hall and to his room faded, replaced with a warm bout of bubbles. You sigh, face coming to press to his shoulder as you snuggled close to him. His arm under you squeezes you in a lazy hug for a moment.

The room feels too hot all of the sudden. The way his hands glide over your body, erection prodding against your thigh as his hands caress your breasts; teeth sinking into your neck and sucking harshly. You squirm, breathing hot alongside his as you moan. You only grow louder as his hand slips under your waistband. Normally he’d take to covering your mouth tight until you quieted down, or slipping his fingers past your lips, watching your eyes water and moans choke into silence. Or shoving your face into the pillow until he could barely even hear you. But you’re left to cover your mouth, so as not to alert anyone else in the house. You hear him laugh before taking your wrist and pinning it aside.

He keeps your wrists pinned tight, watching your nose scrunch in annoyance as you try to bite back your moans. “What would they think if they found you like this?” He asks, voice husky and brimming with excitement. “With how loud you’re getting, they will.”

“Would they disown you? Finally, throw their fake little daughter out?” You squirm, face beat red as he brings you back to the reality of what you were doing with him. “I want my brother to hear, to kick you out- I’ll take you home with me- fuck” he hisses. Something inside you jumps at those words, as much as they bring fresh tears to the rims of your eyes.

Part of you wanted it to come true, wanted him to take you back to the city with him when business here ended. You could never express it to anyone else. The man playing your father would ignore it, and send you on your way without hearing a word of it out. Like he always did and had since you first met him. Despite being an adult for a long time now, there was a stiff residual to acknowledge it. The adoption had been a cold one, a transaction that was meant to give Hoseok’s brother the goodwill of doing a kind deed to some lost little girl; though when there was no one to follow up with you, the game of happy family ended. You were a prize of an ill good deed. Never to leave, never to grow. Just to stay put and remind people of it.

“Do you mean that?” Your voice chokes out a whisper.

“Of course” he breathes, stopping his sly caresses for a moment to make eye contact with you. Your eyes were red and heavy with tears. He was the only one in this home that seemed to care. His grip loosens and you’re able to wiggle free, arms coming around his upper body and pulling him tight.

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namjoonswaifu · 1 year

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Chapter 6- The Royal Announcement

Warnings: female presenting character, mentions of abuse from a parental figure, mentions of bullying, mentions of the death of a side character, yoongi being adorable, namjoon being protective, namjoons eomma being protective, low self esteem, crying, mentions of a dog

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Claps soon emanate from the room at the acceptance of the king’s proposal of marriage. Briefly glancing just past the shoulder of the king, you saw your two other contenders, standing there practically green with envy. Their faces contorted with anger at the realisation that they would never be queen. You had the power. But you didn’t care about the power, it was the love of the boys both in front of you and behind you. The boys who you had become so close to, that you felt if you were away from them for too long your heart may break.

Namjoon turns back around, and his eyes fall onto the crowd before him. Rustling is heard as people fall to their knees to bow to their king and now… their future queen. Eun-Bi and Seol-Hyun begrudgingly follow the audience's lead. Once everyone had risen again, Namjoon addressed the audience once more.

“Tonight we shall celebrate my bride. The wedding will take place in 50 days. I would like to invite my beautiful future queen's family forward. However, first I would like to introduce the two candidates who did not make it. Tradition states that you are now Kings women” he began, turning to face the women who now held mischievous smirks on their faces. Namjoon squeezed the hand he was still holding before continuing on “However, that will not be what is happening this time. The woman whom I will marry will be the only one for me” he carried on, turning back to the crowd fully “As you all may know, I have never had a… collection…” he grimaced “of concubines. And I will not be starting now. I invite you all to enjoy the celebrations. And I especially look forward to meeting my bride’s family” he finished. A sudden pang hit your chest when you realised Namjoon was meeting your father. You had spoken with the Queen Dowager about what your relationship with your father was like, and you didn’t know if she had mentioned it to the boys, but knowing her, she would have.

Putting on a brave face, you smiled whilst your family made their way up to the two of you. Your mother was the first to greet the two of you, a look of pride and a smile as wide as her face greeted you.

“Chin-aehaneun, I am so proud of you. I have missed you so much” she spoke, placing her hands against your cheeks, love radiating from her eyes. Pulling you into a hug, you allow yourself to take a breath of her scent. The scent reminded you of home. Of love. Of warmth. Of her. She was wearing her best hanbok for this occasion. The jeogri was a beautiful crimson colour, the chima matching the colour perfectly. Your family emblem is sewn into the bottom of the skirt as yours had. The goreum was in a beautiful white, a contrast to the dark colour of the other fabric just beneath it. After a brief hug, your mother took a step back, before falling onto her knees in front of the king.

“My deepest apologies, your royal highness, for I did not greet you first, as I should have. It has been so long since I have been able to hold my daughter that I forgot my place. Please forgive me, my King”. Namjoon laughed joyfully, crouching down to pull your mother from the floor, a smile so handsome that you felt your heart miss a beat and a smile crawl onto your lips.

“Eomeoni, you need not thank me. I would have done the same in your position. Thank you for giving birth to such a woman, my family and I love her.” he said pulling her to stand. “I would like to formally invite you to dine with the Kim family, where you will dine alongside myself, my eomma and my closest men. Please join us in the dining hall in around 10 minutes from now?” he said, his hand closed around your mothers as he talked. After receiving a nod of confirmation from your mother, he lets go of her hands and takes a step back. The handsome smile falls from his face, as he moves his hands behind his back. The briefly gentle-looking man, now looking every part of King Namjoon. He turns to your father, his face stern and solid, his teeth grit together. Your father, pretending to play the part of a loving father, takes a step towards you. However, it is not Namjoon that stops the man from taking a step closer to you. Its Yoongi. Both yours and your father's faces change to one of shock. Your father goes almost red in anger before he remembers where he is and takes a step back once more.

“My apologies Sir, I didn’t realise I couldn’t greet my own daughter” he spoke to Yoongi, disdain evident in his voice. Yoongi smirked at the audacity of the man before him. Yoongi remembered everything you had told him of your father from the times you had spent together since arriving here, he had also been told by the Queen Dowager, when she warned everyone of the turbulent relationship between the two of you before the ceremony.

*5 days previous*

The boys had decided that today was Yoongi’s day to spend with you. He had been the busiest and had the least amount of time to spend with you, and as it was his free day, they deemed it only fair that it was his day. You had received a letter in the early morning to meet him in the cherry blossom gardens, on the dock by the lake. One of his men would be there to escort you, just in case you got lost. You found out recently when trying to find a wishing well that Jungkook had told you about in the east corner of the grounds, how easy it really was to get lost in a place such as this, so you were thankful that someone would be able to escort you to the exact right place.

Dressing in the hanbok that Jimin gifted you, you revelled in the beauty of it. Watching how the sun hit the purple shades beautifully, and how it caught the glimmer of the golden thread that was sewn into the dress in butterfly shapes. Making sure to attach the norigae to the outfit, your heart filled with happiness and love at the thoughts of the time you had spent here so far. Sitting down you pull on the lilac beoseons and then place the purple gomusin’s. Finally, you turn and shuffle over to where your mirror sat, and where your ladies were waiting for you. On the table by the mirror were the golden cheopji’s that you had been gifted alongside the outfit you were currently wearing, as well as the earrings that Yoongi had gifted you. Your heart fluttered as you remembered what he had said when gifting them to you. No one other than your mother had made you feel as loved and as beautiful as the 6 men you met with regularly and the Queen Dowager. You had yet to meet the king for the final part but the men of his that you had met gave you hope that they would be as kind as them. Alongside the earrings from Yoongi, was the ring that Taehyung had gifted you. Luna, the puppy that Jungkook had gifted you, sat next to you, her head resting on your leg as Hwasa began styling your hair, braiding it but allowing some hair to fall in strands around your face. She places the cheopji’s in carefully, before moving on to her next job. Applying a gentle rouge to your lips, making them a gorgeous pink colour. Soft and inviting, you hoped. Whilst Hwasa was attending to your hair and makeup, Hyo-Seong got to work placing the jewellery onto your body. First, she placed the earrings in your ears, making sure not to let any of the loose hair knot into the earrings. Then, she placed the signet ring on your little finger on your right hand, the finger closest to your ring finger, making you smile down at it. Once they had both completed their respective jobs, they took a step back and smiled at their work. Hyo-Seong took a step to the side, retrieving a collar and a rope-like item. The rope had a handle fashioned onto it, and any loose hairs on the rope had disappeared. It was able to be tied onto the collar. Hwasa called Luna over to her, who upon hearing her name bounded over to the lady. Placing the collar carefully around the neck of the dog, she then attached the lead, before handing the part with the handle to you. You stood up, smiled at your dog and the ladies and made your way towards the door.

Pulling open the door, you saw a man with his fist raised. The man jumped and took a few steps back.

“Lady Seo, I am here to bring you to the Head Directorate, His Lordship Min Yoongi, please accompany me this way,” he says, bowing slightly and moving his arm to gesture the way towards the cherry blossom gardens. Bowing slightly back, you turn and smile towards your ladies before moving out of your apartment and following after the young man just ahead of you. Moments later, you arrive in front of the man who you had previously been told about. Min Yoongi, in the flesh. He stood by a large piece of fabric on the ground. Pillows are strategically placed, allowing for comfort as well as for being able to see each other comfortably. A small wooden table sat near the end of the pier. It held so many of your favourite foods, that you have discussed with the Queen Dowager or one of the other boys. Everything from your favourite snack to your favourite dessert was on the table. Another table just to the left of it, held different drinks, also, more of your favourites. Luna didn’t care to notice your admiration and tugged on the rope to get to Yoongi, wanting belly rubs from the man. Yoongi noticing the pull on the lead gave you a swift nod, and you let go of the lead, allowing her to run to the man, desperate for his attention. You smile at the sight of the usually stoic man, smiling a gummy smile down at the small dog. Your heart felt so full at that very moment. Seconds later, Luna got bored with the tummy rubs and went and laid on one of the cushions, lying directly on her back, paws in the air, soaking in the sun as if she was a human trying to soak up the sun into their bones. Yoongi lets out a short laugh, directing his gummy smile towards you, before holding his hand out…

“Shall we, Lady Seo?” he asks. You smile back at the man, taking his hand and allowing him to lead the way over to the cushions.

“I may have had to ask the boys and eommoni what your favourite food and drinks are,” he said nervously, taking a jug of liquid and pouring it into two separate cups. Handing one to you and then taking his. You both smile at each other and take a small sip of the liquid. A content smile leaves your lips once you have swallowed the sweet liquid. It was peach tea, much like the tea that is served at the Queen Dowager’s luncheons. Served in your favourite way, cold and sweet. You take another happy sip, before placing the cup down and turning to look at the man before you.

“You did not need to do all of this for me, my lord,” you told him before continuing “I deeply appreciate and love this, but it is not I that deserves this”. The words that come out of your mouth quickly make the man before you snap his head to you in shock.

“Why is it that you have decided that you do not deserve this? What or who has made you believe that you are not worthy of all the love and attention that you receive? Tell me who and I shall have their heads immediately” the blonde-haired man speaks to you, his voice serious and his eyes full of questions and… worry? Why is the man before you worried? It could not be that he has feelings for you, you tell yourself. Bowing your head slightly, you try to put into words the thoughts that are swirling around in your head.

“I do not know how much the Queen Dowager has told you about myself. So please allow me to tell you myself.” you began “When I was growing up, I briefly attend schooling, mainly on elegance, reading and other such subjects. Whilst attending this school, I met Yeji, my best friend, and my school bullies, who are also here, Kim Seol-Hyun and Kwon Eun-Bi. They made my life in and around that school a living nightmare, they would constantly taunt my weight and…. The…. my….. My sister died when I was younger, it couldn’t be helped, we did everything we could, tried every doctor, and every medicine. Nothing worked, and she passed away in my arms. The two girls somehow knew of this and told me every day that it was my fault, that the reason she passed was due to me, and that she never got any food, but that wasn’t true. I barely ate when my unnie was ill, I was always the one looking after her. And that’s when my father started drinking, using the money on beer instead of looking after his family. I tried so hard to keep my family together, but I just couldn’t do it. And those two… beasts made everything worse, to the point where I engrained into my brain that I was undeserving of love, because surely if three people tell you that you are unworthy of love that must be true right?” you spoke. You jumped when you felt a soft thumb touch your cheek, wiping away the tears you didn’t know that you had spilt.

“You are worth so much more than their meaningless words, you are worthy of so much love and you deserve so much love. They do not even deserve to be in your presence. You are an angel that has been sent down to show us what we have been missing and what we need in our lives. You don’t have to tell me any more if your heart does not desire to do so” He spoke, his eyes never leaving yours, as he continued to wipe more tears away from your rosy cheeks.

“Things between my father and I got a lot worse when unnie died. He drank more, and he treated me worse. He would come home from drinking and say ‘im using this money for your future’, he would tell me that his drinking was all my fault. That it should have been me who died. The night that Lord Kim Seokjin announced that the King was looking for a Queen in our village was the night that my father attacked me for the first time. When I came home with the news that the Supreme Commissioner had visited and told us the news, he told me that I would not be proceeding with the application. I tried to be brave” you continued on. Yoongi took a hold of both your hands, enveloping his large ones with yours. He squeezed them and you gave him a gentle smile before continuing on. “ I told him that he has no authority in this decision, that the law dictated that we must, or our family would be shamed. My mother was so happy to be able to do this for me. She told me to go and get myself ready for the dinner that we would be having with the Hwangs. And so I did, I went to my room to get myself ready and I had taken some of my braids out when my father stormed into the room. I had never seen him so angry before. I felt trapped… and…. And… scared” you spoke. Tears began falling down your face at a more rapid pace. Yoongi could see your eyes beginning to fill with fear as the story continued on. “He stormed in and told me that I was treating him as a child as if I was his parent. I was sitting down, so I thought standing up might make me safer, but he obviously thought differently. He lunged towards me, and he grabbed some of the braids that were still tied and yanked me to the floor with them. I remember hitting my head and then him screaming at me” you stated. Yoongi continued to watch as your eyes became more and more distant as if you weren’t really there with him. Almost like you had been transported into your memory. He moved to sit next to you, holding you in his arms. Allowing you to feel safe when you’re body was feeling terrified. “Even when I was on the ground he screamed ‘I am the man of this house’ and ‘I make the rules’. One of the things that hurt more than what he did was his screaming in my face ‘not a’” you hiccuped “ ‘a fat little girl who won’t even make it past the first stage’ and then he crouched down to my height, and told me that it should have been me that died, and I should never have been born and that I was a disgrace.” You finished, looking up into Yoongi’s brown eyes. Your eyes became more focused and then a light smile hit your lips “that's when my eomma came in. She grabbed him by his ear and dragged him out by it. I had never seen so much fire and anger in that women’s eyes ever before. It was truly a sight to behold. Once she had pulled him out of the house, she came back in and told me that I was none of those things that the man had told me and she held me as I curled up into her arms, My eomma has always been my biggest supporter.” you finished. Yoongi looked at you, and he didn’t look at you with shame or embarrassment, there was a look in his eyes that almost reminded you of love. He held you in his arms for a few moments longer before speaking to you again “your eomma is right, you are none of those things that the disgrace of man who calls himself your father called you. You are so much more. I have only known you for a short while but I know that I cannot let you leave my life. My life is so much better now that you are a part of it. And if I have anything to do with it, Namjoon… I mean the king, will make you his wife, and I… I mean we… I mean he, will be able to dote on you for the rest of your life. You are worth so much more than what he says, and if I ever have the displeasure of meeting him, know that I will have a few choice words to say to him” He tells you, his face stern, his eyes looking off into the horizon, making you giggle at his almost heroic position.

“Thank you, Lord Min,” you told him.

“Call me Yoongi” he responded

“Thank you, Yoongi” you repeated. “I do have a question for you, however,” you continued

“Question away nae salang/Sarang,” he told you, making you blush at him calling you ‘his love’.

“What is the relationship between you, the Great King and his other men? You need not tell me if it makes you uncomfortable my lord” you questioned. “Sorry I mean Yoongi”

The man laughs at your minor slip-up, making you feel at ease. He turned his body slightly more towards you.

“The king, his men and I, well…” he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing “we are together. Romantically that is. But I personally have felt that we weren’t quite complete like there was something or someone missing. And I can’t speak for the other boys, well I can a little bit due to the discussions we’ve had. But when we saw you, it was like everything in the world became brighter, the colours more radiant, the breeze that much sweeter. Like you were destined to be ours. And so we told Namjoon, who will be choosing the final woman to be the bride, and we all concluded that you were the woman we wanted. So if you’ll have us, we want you. We all want you” he finished, looking you directly in the eyes, fear and nervousness swirling around in his eyes, as he waited with bated breath for your rejection or acceptance of his admission.

“I want nothing more than to be yours, all of yours,” you told the man before you, bringing your hand up to rest against his cheek. His eyes lit up with joy as he stood up, pulled you up, and lifted you into his arms, spinning you around

“You need not apologise Sir Seo, but it is your King who you should address first, not your daughter. Or do you not have any respect for your King or even your future son-in-law” Yoongi spoke. His back was straight, his ceremonial robes fitting to perfection around every crease of his body, and his right hand resting gracefully on the katana that dangled from his left-hand side. The man before him looked flabbergasted. Namjoon let out a quiet snicker beside you that he easily covered as a cough if you did not know any better.

“Who do you think you are, telling me who I shall and shan’t greet? The Great King was accepting of my wife greeting our beloved daughter before him, so I shall do the same” Your father spoke, digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole. Before Yoongi had a chance to respond to the ill-mannered man before him, the Queen Dowager stood, moving to stand between your father and the men who stood on either side of you.

“The man who you are talking to” the Queen Dowager started “is the Head Directorate, a man way beyond your station. It is required of you to speak to him with respect. Or you see that katana that he holds so elegantly?” She spoke, moving her hand and body to gesture to the large blade that Yoongi held, her head turning just slightly more than her body to send a wink to the three of you. Once she has gestured, she moves her body back towards the man who fidgets in his spot, taking a step closer towards him, her face stiffening with hidden anger. She lowers her voice so that only those nearby can hear “I will personally assure you that he uses that ever so sharp blade to cut your head clean from your neck. If you ever think about disrespecting my family. Ever. again. Is that understood?”. The man before her swallowed in fear before nodding and bowing deeply towards the revered woman.

He moves and stands in front of the king. He too falls to his knees and bows multiple times before him. Waiting for the command to stand to fall from the gracious king’s lips. He bows 5 more times before the words slip from between the plump lips of the king.

“You may stand,” he tells him, his voice deep with authority. “However,” he continues on “as you so like to drink, you shall be sent to the bar. For good. You will never see your family again, you have lost your title, and if you think of ever causing any trouble, my mother will see that her threat becomes reality. Do you understand me?”. Your father stands there, his mouth falling open and closed as if he were a fish. After a few moments without a response, he sighs deeply before repeating. “I said. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” enunciating his every word. Your father, still not responding, stands there. It is only when Namjoon calls for the guards that he begins to realise the depths of his situation and tries to scramble his way out of it. He falls to the ground again and bows as deeply as possible, begging the tall man before him for his forgiveness. But Namjoon does not budge a single inch, glaring down at the man with the most amount of distaste you had ever seen in anyone's eyes.

When your father has finally been removed from the room. Namjoon turns to your mother.

“Eommani, I sincerely and deeply apologise for having to do that within your presence. It would be my greatest honour to house you within my kingdom. Would you do me that honour?” He asks the woman who is a striking resemblance to you.

“It would be my honour, your highness she says” bowing as low as she can once more. Namjoon pulls her up before she can reach the floor before telling her “you need not bow towards me eommani, it is I who should bow to you.” He states, going to bow himself. Your mother stops him before he can even bow his back more than 45 degrees. She holds his hands in hers and speaks…

“Please call me eomma”

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