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taetaespeaches · 1 year
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“You’re too hot to stay in.”
hoseok x reader (oc) genre: fluff; suggestive word count: 1.6K
a/n: Hi lovelies! In this, Hobi and reader/Petal are getting ready to go on a date but Hobi gets a bit distracted by his lover’s beauty. That’s really it. That’s the plot. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) oh and happy birthday, Hobi! <3
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It was a chilly February evening, the crescent moon barely visible in the dark sky, but it was warm and bright inside the apartment. Hoseok had a way of becoming the sun, lighting everything and everyone up. The silk material of your sage colored slip dress brushed the back of your ankles as you leaned toward the mirror, hurriedly applying the pink lipstick to your lips. “Petal,” your boyfriend called from the hallway, the sound of his steps nearing the bedroom.
“I just need five minutes,” you called out, assuming he was coming to collect you. You were running late, and in true Hoseok fashion, he was perfectly on time.
Looking from the mirror to the bedroom doorway, you found him stepping inside with his face directed toward his phone. “No you’re fine,” he assured you sweetly. “I was just letting you know it’s real-” he trailed off slightly when he looked up and caught sight of you. “-ly cold… outside… whoa.”
Lowering the tube of lipstick, you flashed a smile at the man as he stared at you. “Ok,” you nodded. “I have a cardigan.”
“You look amazing,” Hoseok awed, lowering his phone as he shook his head at you. “Whoa,” he repeated, making you giggle.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, almost feeling bashful. Making you shy was one of the superpowers Hoseok kept in his arsenal, right there next to his ability to embody the sun. “So do you,” you told him gently, Hoseok flashing you a sweet smile in response. “I’m just about ready to go.”
“Take your time,” he shook his head, eyes wide and smile wider. “I’m not even sure I want to go out anymore,” he added teasingly.
Rolling your eyes at him, you walked toward him. “Behave yourself.”
“Have you seen yourself?” He shot back defensively, as if to say can you blame me?
“I know I’m hot, Hoseok,” you pointed out with an accompanying smirk.
“Understatement,” he said simply, his eyes dragging down your frame, and then back up as you got closer to him.
As soon as you were within reach, Hoseok snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you to him. “Does my makeup look ok?” You asked with feigned innocence.
“You’re just teasing me now,” he accused with a bright smile on his lips. Pressing your lips together and popping them, emphasizing the pink tint on your lips, you shook your head with a smirk. Letting out a light scoff at you, his eyes locked on your mouth, Hoseok’s lips spread into an amused grin. “You look beautiful.”
“You’re really struggling to behave right now, aren’t you?” You giggled at him, Hoseok sighing deeply in response.
“I’m fighting demons, Petal,” he complained, acting breathless with all his hard work to be on his best behavior. Leaning toward him, you left a sweet kiss to his lips, the man responding quickly as he pressed his mouth to yours a little harder to make the kiss last just a little bit longer.
When you pulled away, he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as you patted his cheek with your opposite hand. “Whatever you’re thinking about right now, you can have when we get back home.” You watched as he brought the back of your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it, smiling into the action. The smile was far from innocent, and there was a shared silent understanding between the both of you: you don’t want to know what I’m thinking right now, Petal. Ignoring his indecent thoughts, you eyed the gray sweater that adorned his upper body. “I like this sweater on you, Sunshine.”
“Thank you,” he smiled softly. “Where’s your cardigan? Is it gonna be warm enough?”
“If it isn’t I’ll just steal your jacket,” you joked, a slight smile curving on his lips though you could tell you were losing his focus. You nodded toward the desk where your cardigan sat, but Hoseok’s gaze didn’t follow, still appreciating your features and the way the sage green silk hugged your hips and waist. “Next to my shoes.” He hummed in feigned acknowledgement, the man not really hearing anything you said. “Sunshine,” you spoke softly, placing a hand to his shoulder, letting your palm slide down the soft sweater until it settled over his heart. His eyes met yours, his eyebrows lifting to let you know he was actually listening. Smiling at him, you cocked your head. “Can you help me with my shoes?” Your boyfriend’s eyes widened as he searched the room for the shoes. “By the desk.”
“Ah,” he announced as his eyes settled on them.
“Weren’t you listening to me before?” You teased as he quickly walked toward the desk to collect the nude heels.
“Of course I was,” he spoke through a smile, grabbing the shoes by the straps and turning toward you so you could see his amusement. He lifted the heels to show them off to you, as if to say, see? I got them, I listen.
You rolled your eyes and the man giggled cutely as he made his way in front of you once again. And then he lowered to one knee.
With that one motion, the air in the room shifted. It was suddenly heavy with tension, replacing the lighthearted teasing that was passed back and forth between you both. You stared down at him, feeling a bit breathless as he pushed the slit of the dress open to reveal your leg to him. Your hand settled on his shoulder to brace yourself against him as he lifted your foot off the ground, making you bend your knee to accommodate his movements as he slid the heel onto you. His fringe was fluffy as it sat on his forehead, and you could just barely see his gaze through it, his eyes locked on your thigh.
His long delicate fingers worked on the small strap buckle, securing it around your ankle. And then his palm curled around your ankle and squeezed lightly before dragging up your leg, gently massaging your calf muscle as he traveled higher up your leg. Smiling down at him, you watched as a smirk appeared on his face. His fingers brushed over the back of your knee as he leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss to the side of your knee.
“So pretty,” he whispered against your bare skin. It was then that he peered up at you through his fringe, flashing a teasing smile as his hand continued to travel further up the back of your thigh. Straightening your leg and lowering your foot to the ground, the stiletto met the hardwood with a quiet click.
His hand slid to the side of your thigh, too far from your core to give you any relief but close enough to make you shiver in anticipation. Hoseok felt the way you trembled under his touch and he sighed into the thick air, as though he was burdened with having your leg bare and in his hands like that, having your body jolt in response to his fingers, but being unable to take it any further in that moment. You chuckled at his suffering and he smiled at himself, lowering his forehead to your leg before turning his head so his cheek rested on your upper thigh. He glanced up at you and groaned.
“Are you sure you still wanna go out?” He asked through another sigh.
“No,” you smiled, brushing your fingers through his soft hair. “But I did get all dressed up and someone needs to show me off.” Scratching his head gently, you allowed your eyes to travel his features. “And I want to show you off. You’re too hot to stay in.”
“Maybe we’re both too hot to leave this room,” he retorted with a smile. He had a point. As your reserve wavered, he gathered himself with a huff. Dropping his head off your leg, he looked back up at you with a chuckle. “If I can get this next shoe on you without burying my face in you then we can go,” he joked, grabbing the second heel off the floor. He had no idea how your tummy flipped at the comment as your core ached with need.
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes at him as he looked up at you with amused confusion. “You can’t just say shit like that,” you complained, Hoseok giggling as he placed your foot on the ground, both heels in place. He got them on, you realized disappointedly.
Setting his hands on the outsides of your thighs, he slowly stood in front of you, pausing momentarily with his face in front of your hips. He grasped at the silk dress, bunching it in his palms and fingers. He lifted his gaze to meet your needy one, and flashed a dazzling smile before straightening his body, his face level with yours.  
“I feel like I just got the upper hand here,” he pointed out teasingly, a grin plastered to his face.
“You did not,” you argued, Hoseok’s smile only widening. “I’m fine,” you insisted through a shaky breath as his hands slid further up your body, still gripping the material of your dress as he settled his palms on your waist.
Raising his eyebrows in challenge, he nodded disbelievingly. “This is fun now,” he noted cheerily. “Let’s go to dinner, Petal.” Stepping away from you and towards the desk, he scooped your cardigan up and held it for you.
Scoffing at him, he giggled happily. “You’re so obnoxious,” you noted, crossing your arms over your ribcage.
“I know,” he gloated giddily, walking towards you and holding his hand out for you to take. Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly unfolded your arms and placed your palm in his. He started leading you out of the room, only to stop suddenly, making you walk into his shoulder with a small grunt. “Oh, Petal?” he started, already making you sigh as you met his gaze skeptically. “Behave yourself.”
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eoieopda · 1 year
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can you please write about hobi helping his gf!reader with depression? thank you so much. I love your writing style.
Did I narc on my own depressive-episode habits? Yes. Yes, I did. 🫣 Shout-out to “the chair” - you keep me together, bb.
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It’d been hours since you checked your phone. Maybe days, but it didn’t matter much to you. You lost the plot of linear time a while ago.
When you finally mustered the willpower to search for your phone, it took longer than you’d ever admit to find it among the battalion of cups assembled on your nightstand. For the past few days, their numbers grew; and so did your frustration with yourself. Most of the time, you laid with your back turned to your mess so you could forget that it existed. Who needed object permanence, anyway?
It shouldn’t have been so difficult to force your body out of bed, but it was. Eating, showering, staying adequately hydrated - it all cost more than you could currently afford, and you hated feeling this broke. But you had cement in every cell, and dealing with the fog in your brain was already exhausting enough. How could you practice “self-care” if you simply couldn’t give a shit?
The only force stronger than your desire to stay in bed was the guilt you felt in wasting another second there. It was supposed to be a tool - a respite - not a tomb. So why did you keep yourself buried there?
With a groan, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position and checked the stockpile of notifications on your phone. It was a cyclone of texts you hadn’t read, missed calls, and voicemails likely asking why you’d ignored the previous two attempts at contact. Even when faced with the consequences of falling off the radar, you didn’t care to put yourself back on it. Admitting that to yourself only made you feel even worse.
Still, there was one person who was entitled to proof of life. One person whose presence recharged your battery rather than depleted it. He didn’t deserve radio silence, even if you hadn’t gone dark of your own volition. The least you could do was verify your continued presence on this mortal coil.
Hoseok was pure magic - beautiful, baffling, and effervescent. No one you’d ever met was as intuitive as he was; and nobody had the capacity to care about anything as completely and genuinely as he did. He gave you space when you wanted it and closeness when you needed it. And he could tell which of those to provide without you having to say a word - even if you couldn’t make that determination yourself.
He knew you, and that’s precisely why you felt you didn’t deserve him.
Swallowing that thought before it could tug you deeper down the rabbit hole, you dialed his number. And when you heard it ringing outside your bedroom door, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.
Oh god.
Your apartment had turned into a depression pit over the past two weeks. Incrementally, too, like a rot had taken over in slow motion. A scourge you couldn’t bring yourself to tidy up. Even the thought of someone seeing your uncharacteristic mess made you nauseous.
This was a side of you Hoseok was permitted to know about, but not one you ever wanted him to see. It’s why you dodged the question any time he asked about moving in together. There was a difference between discussing your insecurities and having him witness the root of them firsthand. If you didn’t love yourself like this, how could he be expected to?
You kicked the blankets off your legs as quickly as you could and scrambled up to unsteady feet. Your joints weren’t prepared for any movement, let alone this frantic of a pace, but you couldn’t hide forever. Your deep, dark secret was now out on display, and you needed to get this awful confrontation over - and him out - before your shame could kill you.
He froze when you stumbled out of your bedroom and into the living room. Standing several meters away in the adjoining kitchen, he held a duster in one hand and his ringing phone in the other - eyes wide and mouth frozen into the shape of an ‘o.’ Like he’d been caught red-handed with the gun still smoking.
“I figured you were sleeping,” He stammered as he turned around to tuck the duster back into the cabinet below your kitchen sink. The look on his face screamed please don’t hate me. “I thought I had more time.”
Your brain was so shell-shocked, you couldn’t form words - you couldn’t even blink. You had no idea how long he’d been in your apartment without you noticing, but in that amount of time, he’d made it unrecognizable.
Your sink, once full of the dishes you hadn’t tended to, was both empty and spotless. The rest of your kitchen was immaculately organized as if it wasn’t just littered with recycling you kept forgetting to take to the curb, and haphazard piles of items you needed to do something with. Even more confusingly, the long to-do list on your countertop now had every line crossed out.
Your wide-eyed gaze trailed over to the living room. The last time you stepped foot in there, it looked like ground zero of some major disaster. Now, thanks to Hoseok, it looked like home again.
The armchair that previously held the majority of your belongings - the island of misfit toys - was vacant. Everything you’d abandoned there over the past two weeks had been returned to its proper place. The mountain of throw blankets had been bulldozed as well. Its disembodied remnants were either neatly folded in the designated basket, or artfully draped over the back of your couch.
He’d even untangled the knot of yarn clinging to your abandoned crochet project.
Thinking of how much time it must’ve taken him to sort this all out - and how quietly he’d had to maneuver to avoid ruining his surprise - led to an explosion of tears. It was monsoon season, and you braced yourself before the flood could carry you off, out the door.
He exclaimed in horror when he saw the way your shoulders shook, struggling to carry the weight of your sobs. You couldn’t bear to see the look on his face, so you hid behind your hands and wished yourself invisible. Accordingly, you didn’t see him race over to you. It was the suddenness of his arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you into his chest, that alerted you to his presence.
“I’m sorry!” His rapid, repeated apologies spewed out like machine-gun fire, “I just - I know your brain isn’t cooperating with you right now, so I wanted to - and I know you’d never ask, but you- “
You dropped your hands and buried your face into his sweatshirt; praying to any god that your running nose wouldn’t ruin it. It came out as an exhale, weightless and automatic: “Thank you.”
“For cleaning? Baby, you don’t need to thank me.”
With a sniffle, you pulled away from him just enough to meet his eyes. “For loving me despite all this… mess.”
His face dropped like a brick. You could feel the slight shift in his posture, and you wanted to disappear entirely. Maybe this was one final courtesy before he washed his hands of you. After all, why wouldn’t he? Were you worth any of this?
“I don’t love you despite,” his incredulous tone corrected you, but his subsequent, petal-soft words cradled you, “I love you including.”
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yoongiphoria · 2 years
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hate that i love it | jhs
pairing: idol au!hoseok x reader warnings: smut lmao (18+ only, minors dni), hate-fucking, hoseok is kind of a dick, handcuffs, breast play, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, etc. also hoseok is probably the nicest person in the world and would never hurt a fly but sorry. had to do it word count: 1.2k note: was watching the 3J butter choreography bangtan bomb again and yeah…. hoseok in Serious Dance Mode got me feeling things…. on the Lord’s Day. i am not seeing heaven 😛 also might make this into a series if we want to see mean hobi become soft hobi, lmk
"Fuck, you're going to kill me."
If only.
Hate-fucking Hoseok is one of your favorite pastimes—a fact you're only reminded of once a month, sometimes even less frequently. Whenever he's free, whenever he's back in town, you know you're the first number he calls. And whenever your phone blasts Big Sean's "I Don't Fuck With You," you know exactly who's calling.
Up until a year ago, you would have scoffed at the idea of sleeping with Hoseok. You weren't one to go around with a mental list of people you dreamed of eviscerating, but if you were that kind of person, Hoseok’s name would have been at the top of your list. In red. Underlined and circled three times.
You couldn't recall when exactly your deep-seated, searing disgust for Hoseok had begun. All you knew was that the first time you'd met him in the hallways of Hybe—while you were working a contract gig as an American choreographer's translator—you'd accidentally bumped into him and spilled your iced coffee down his brand new white shirt. Thus began almost a full year of snide remarks and side-eyes whenever you encountered him thereafter. Of him making a show of side-stepping you whenever he spotted you approaching. Of deliberately avoiding looking at you whenever you translated your choreographer's English to Korean—which you were hired to do for his freaking benefit. 
Then, at the end of last summer, you'd both gotten a little too wasted at said choreographer's goodbye party and wound up arguing on the rooftop at two AM. Then the heated, expletive-laced shouting became kissing. Became stripping each other's clothes off in a hurried frenzy. Became straddling him on an abandoned lawn chair, naked and stifling your moans into his bony-ass shoulder, while he whispered filthy things in your ear and spilled into you.
You felt almost ashamed about it in the immediate aftermath. Like you'd exposed all your weaknesses to an enemy combatant, or admitted defeat somehow. But when Hoseok slid into your DMs a month later, all but asking for a repeat of the experience, you found it hard to turn him down. After all, it wasn't like you had any other prospects lining up at your door—and Hoseok, you could begrudgingly admit to yourself, was a good lay. The way he moved his body in the practice studio—lithe and precise and flexible—and his dominant, stern dance-teacher attitude clearly translated to his behavior in the bedroom.
Plus, Hoseok has great instincts, impeccable situational awareness. He might be the world's most self-important asshole and your least favorite person, but he knows what makes your toes curl and how to push you over the precipice. And that, you reason, is enough to overlook everything you despise about him.
One thing is for sure: You will never, ever fall in love with him. And that is why he is the best fuckbuddy—enemy with benefits, if you will—you could ever have. 
Now, Hoseok kisses down your bare and writhing figure, pressing his skilled lips anywhere they can reach. He’s teasing you, testing you—hoping you’ll beg. You can feel your arousal, warm and slick, pooling at your entrance and dripping right out of you. 
When you involuntarily whimper at the feel of his fingertips against the inside of your thighs, you feel him smirking against the valley of your chest.
“Needy, hmm?”
“Fuck you, Hoseok,” you grit out, forcing your legs to stay open—you won’t give him the satisfaction.
Hoseok clicks his teeth, pushing himself up by the arms to shake his head at you. “Behave, baby, or only one of us gets to cum tonight.”
“Don’t call me baby.”
Hoseok snorts and lowers his head against your breast. His tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple—you bite down hard on your lip, fighting to repress the sounds that build in your throat.
“C’mon,” he murmurs, his breath drifting over the wetness lingering on your skin, “make a pretty sound for me, hmm?”
“Mm-mm.” You close your eyes, shaking your head against the mattress, hands curling into fists above your head where they’re handcuffed together to the headboard. “You wish.”
“Oh?” Hoseok laughs, and you brace yourself, thighs tightening. “What if I do this?”
Without warning, he shoves two fingers knuckle-deep into your core, immediately curling them against the soft spot on your front wall. You want to groan, chant his name into the hazy, sex-scented air of your bedroom, but you bite it back. All that emerges from your mouth is a muted, rounded sigh, a ghost of an exhale.
Hoseok pulls back slightly with his fingers still sheathed in you, eyes rounded. “Still not enough, huh?” His gaze darkens. “Well, then…. What if I do this?”
All at once, he re-attaches his lips to one nipple, massages the other in his left hand, and begins firing into you rapidly with his right. 
The squelching noises coming from your center are so sinful, so absolutely lewd, that your eyes flutter shut of their own accord. Your back arches against his touch and you finally let out a strained, guttural moan. “Ah… fuck….”
“That’s more like it,” Hoseok hisses, pinching and rolling your hard peak with his slender fingers. He doesn’t tell you when he adds a third finger inside of you—the slight stretch against your folds is nothing when you’re this slick, when he’s rubbing the heel of his hand against your clit so well that you’re starting to feel pulses of electricity gather between your thighs.
“Hoseok,” you whine, letting the waves of pleasure build, mount, overwhelm. You’re too desperate to come that you don’t say what you’re really thinking: You fucking arrogant motherfucker.
“That’s right, baby,” Hoseok grunts, lifting his tongue from your breast. When you feel one of his hands leave your other breast, you lift your head—he’s painfully hard, palming at the bulge in his straining boxer briefs. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“I don’t fucking belong—fuck, Hoseok!”
You cry out as his thumb gives a final jolt of pressure to your bud, sending you right over the edge. You shake. Stars exploding, reverberations echoing from your core to your fingertips, your arousal gushing out of you in bursts. Hoseok continues pumping his hand in and out of your folds, determined to work every last bit of pleasure out of you, until you whimper and squirm away from him, shaking your head.
“No more,” you gasp, letting your head fall limply to the side. “Jesus Christ.”
Hoseok can only give you the world’s most self-satisfied look, eyes slightly narrowed and lip quirking up on one side. Something unrecognizable flickers in his dark, intense eyes, but you don’t dwell on it as he reaches over your body to unlock the handcuffs. “Only I can make you come this hard, yeah?”
You snort and sit up, looping the black elastic around your wrist into your hair. “As long as you know,” you say, bending down to free Hoseok’s cock from its cotton restraints, “that I can make you come even harder.”
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blue-jisungs · 1 year
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Aaand it’s me again🪷. I forgot to ask if I can request more than one fic but here I am asking for a Hobi fic.
Dialogue prompts: 17, 11, 34
And action prompts: 4, 11
Ty so much!!
noodles
a/n. hello again!! :D i feel like there’s something missing in this but i hope you like it ^^
words cannot express how much i loved that hairstyle on him.
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the doors opened with such an impact it made you jolt in surprise. then you started laughing once you saw jin being carried just like at the TMA.
"congrats! i’m very proud of you all!" you greeted them and opened your arms. since hobi and jimin carried jin, suga, jungkook, namjoon and tae hugged you first.
"thank you. it smells amazing in here by the way–" namjoon started and leaned away, looking around.
"did you make naengmyun?" jin asked, jumping down off their shoulders and greeting you.
"yup! and kimchi stew and a lot, lot more. i assumed you’ll be hungry and well, it’s my way of congratulating you as well" you grinned and saw hobi’s frown. before you could ask him what’s wrong, jimin flew up to you and closed you in a tight hug.
"you’re the best!" he singsonged and they all agreed. you couldn’t help but laugh.
"you go sit i just need to stir the noodles and we can eat" you hummed and they all disappeared into thin air once they realised there’s some food on the table already. you looked at hobi who came up painfully slowly to you "hi there, handsome boy"
"mhm" he grunted and you walked up to the stove, taking care of the noodles not wanting them to burn "huh? where’s MY gretting at?"
you felt his chest press up against your back as he nuzzled his head onto your neck.
"give me a second, the noodles–" you giggled and he pouted, letting out a small whine "wait, are you jealous?"
silence.
you turned around and looked up at him, realising why he was frowning earlier.
"oh, hoba! i’m sorry" you scoffed and hugged him tightly, burying your head in his chest.
"i missed you so much. so, sooo much. and all i get is to be the last one to be greeted. and where’s my kiss!" hoseok whined dramatically and you leaned away, opening your mouth to say something.
"not in front of my noodles!" jin called out from the living room, causing you to scoff.
"just one kiss?" he hummed, making puppy eyes. you sighed and grinned lazily, nodding.
"just one" you tilted your head and placed your hands on his arms, leaning in. hobi met you halfway and melted into the kiss and you moved your fingers to play with the locks of his hair.
"NOOO! POOR NOODLES–!"
you broke into laughter, so did your boyfriend. you pulled away just to lean your forehead against his.
"i’m sorry for not greeting you first. i swear it won’t happen again" you mumbled and caressed your fingers through his hair for the last time before going back to handing the seven, hungry and loud men their well deserved food.
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the-boy-meets-evil · 1 year
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summary: you're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two. rating: explicit, minors dni pairing: jhs x f!reader word count: 6.5k tags/warnings: explicit content, smut, pwp, slight dom!hoseok, unprotected sex, oral sex (m & f receiving), finger, hand job, drinking, swearing, idk what else to say, this is really just porn a/n: i originally posted this on ao3 with a female character, then converted to reader to post here, hopefully i got everything. this also was originally a one-shot but i may continue it because why not?
With a stare into your nearly empty glass, you swirled the amber liquid around once and sighed heavily. This was the last place you wanted to be, a place that reminded you of exactly what you were trying to forget. But, you knew that he would not be here today and that made it safe. It was always better to drink in a bar than at home alone, right? Even if you were technically alone at the bar, there were still other people there. At least, that was how you had justified it to yourself.
Why had you let yourself get this invested in someone who was so far from being worth your time? It was the same pattern that you fell into, over and over again. Always picking the guys that were most likely to hurt you. Always picking the guys with eyes that were likely to wander. Always picking the guys that didn’t want their attention to be held by one person. Why couldn’t you ever hold their attention? Was something wrong with you?
You threw the rest of the drink back in one gulp and caught the bartender’s attention to ask for another. Whoever said you couldn’t find the answers you were looking for in the bottom of a drink had clearly been wrong. At least you were drowning out the stabbing pain. Although that ignored the pain you would certainly be in tomorrow if you carried on this way.
“Imagine finding you here in the afternoon, today of all days,” a cool, calm voice said from next to you.
There was no need to turn your gaze sideways to see the man that the voice belonged to. It was a voice you recognized even in your sleep. But, you turned to give him a look anyway, unsurprised to find him in a pair of tight ripped jeans and loose fitting shirt. Somehow he always seemed to pick the shirts that hid his well defined frame. His eyes sparkled as he took you in, but his smile was genuine.
“Hello Hoseok,” you said, almost exasperated. 
“Why hello,” he answered as the bartender walked over. It was very quiet in the bar given that it was only later afternoon still. “I’ll just take the same as she’s having.”
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“I could ask the same of you, isn’t there a big party tonight?” Hoseok responded and you rolled your eyes.
“Same Hoseok, answering questions with questions,” you sighed. “I assumed you’d be headed to the party as well.”
“I don’t much feel like celebrating him,” Hoseok commented and you actually fully turned on your stool to face him. “Sorry, I know you like him and all, but I’m not going to your boyfriend’s party.”
You turned away from Hoseok and took a big sip, bigger than you were intending to take. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
That seemed to bring Hoseok up short, which was unusual. You had been friends for years and he had never exactly kept his opinions on your boyfriends to himself. This was different, though. He could see it on your face. This one was hitting you hard enough to have you throwing drinks back, in the middle of the day, without much care for anything else.
“I’m sorry,” he said finally, actually sounding like he meant it.
“You don’t have to pretend,” you said, despite the fact that he sounded sincere. “I know you fucking hated him.”
“Well he couldn’t seem to stop his eyes from wandering,” Hoseok said simply.
“Or his hands, or his mouth, or his dick, apparently,” you said and threw back the rest of your drink without even wincing.
“I was afraid of that,” Hoseok said quietly.
“Do you know what he said when I found out?” You asked, turning to face Hoseok again. He noted that your eyes were glassy.
“I’m sure it was something pretty awful, knowing him,” Hoseok mused.
“He said,” you continued, with a surprising lack of emotion, “if I had been better at blowjobs, maybe he wouldn’t have had to look elsewhere.”
Hoseok choked on his drink at the bluntness and honesty of the statement. Now he knew that you were definitely buzzed. You weren't drunk, he could always tell when you were drunk, but you were very clearly buzzed and your inhibitions were lowered. You never said things like that sober. In fact, he remembered poking fun at the fact that you had basically been best friends for the better part of a decade and you still blushed talking about your sex life with him.
You met Hoseok’s eyes and were mortified a second later, immediately turning your head away. Why had you just told him that? Yes, he had dragged information about your sex life out of you before, but this was different.
“Pretend I didn’t say that,” you said immediately and put your head in your hands.
“Maybe,” Hoseok began as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and forced you to look back up at him, “you just never had anyone teach you how to do it right.” His tone had gone lower as he finished the sentence and turned the tables. It was your turn to nearly spit out your drink.
“Excuse me?” You asked, blush crept up your cheeks. 
Hoseok was unashamed as you looked at him. His smirk had returned and he simply shrugged as he took another sip of his drink. “You heard me.”
“And what? Are you offering to teach me?” You rolled your eyes and turned back to your drink. 
“Everyone should know how to do it properly,” Hoseok said and smiled when your head whipped back to look at him.
“You’re crazy.” 
“And you’re considering it,” Hoseok added, a slight smugness crossed his face. 
You were embarrassed and it showed in the redness of your cheeks. Instead, you dropped your head a bit, letting your hair fall to create a curtain between yourself and your friend. It gave you a chance to think as well. You had heard the stories from other friends that had slept with Hoseok, even when you hadn’t wanted to. You saw the way girls just fell to his feet. Were you crazy for considering it? Was it just the scotch? 
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The butterflies in your belly had been a constant companion all day as you tried to focus on anything other than that evening. Try as you might, you were having a lot of trouble keeping your mind from wandering to Hoseok. Throughout the day, there had been at least 10 times you had your phone out to text him and call it off. Every time, you ended up deleting the text and putting your phone aside, face down, hoping that would help you not think of your agreement. 
When you got home, you looked around, worried about if you should have done something different, maybe candles or... something . Then, you would remind yourself that he had been in your apartment thousands of times before. This was not supposed to be some big deal. Nothing romantic. It was just one friend helping out another. 
Right on time, as always, Hoseok had knocked on your door, seeming casual as ever, and strolled in behind you. If you seemed nervous to him, he was nice enough not to comment on it. You knew you must have seemed nervous because he was unusually calm, like he was letting you adjust and move at your own pace. 
Time seemed to move at odd clips. At Hoseok’s suggestion, you had gone into the bathroom to get comfortable while he waited for you in the bedroom. It was a little bit overwhelming, the thought that you were crossing this line in your own bed. Would it change things? Would it be weird to have him over now? You shook your head and splashed a bit of cold water on your face before looking up to the mirror. Objectively speaking, you knew that you looked good, knew there was no reason to be nervous about any of this. And that was as good as it was going to get. You had meant to put a robe over your bra and panty set, but what was the point? 
With one last breath to prepare yourself, you opened the door and saw Hoseok sitting shirtless on the bed, looking as casual as ever, like this wasn’t a big deal at all. That’s because it’s not a big deal , you reminded yourself. You allowed yourself a moment to appreciate that he was in incredible shape, despite how often he wore oversized shirts. His eyes met yours and he smiled. That was enough to propel you forward to him.
Part of you was completely unsure why you had agreed to do this. When you had several drinks in you, it seemed like the most wonderful idea that either of you had ever had. Hoseok was popular with women, and with men sometimes, if you were being honest. He knew what he was doing. He could clearly give you good advice. Now that you were sober, it seemed like a terrible idea. Why hadn’t you just done it when you had still been buzzed? That way you would not second guess going through with it. Damn Hoseok for not letting that happen and insisting you be sober. Damn him for making you wait like this. The worst of it was that you were still going through with it. Actually, the worst part was the tingle you felt at the thought of going through with it.
“Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Hoseok said, seeming to read the apprehension on your face.
“No, I have to know if I’m really that bad, if it’s my fault he cheated,” you said quietly and Hoseok tilted your chin up to look at him.
“It is not your fault he cheated. He’s just a piece of shit,” Hoseok said, just as quietly, but firm. 
“Right,” you said. “So, how do we...do this?”
“Just follow my lead.” 
Suddenly, he was all business, none of the smirk or the silliness present. He placed a hand behind your neck and pulled your face to his. Before you could even form a thought, his mouth covered yours in an insistent kiss that caused you to lose your breath. You tried to move your own hand up to his face and he pinned it down with his free hand. He was really going to be in charge of this.
“Kneel down on the floor,” Hoseok said in a firm tone that caused you to look up at him sharply.
There was no question as to whether or not you would do what you were told. Immediately, you rose from the bed and went to kneel at the edge and moved your hand as if to brush your hair out of your face. Hoseok caught your hand as he looked down at you from his position on the edge of the bed and moved your hand back down. He raised his hips briefly to pull his shorts and boxers down, leaving him completely naked. It was too late to go back and you realized in that moment, you really didn’t want to anyway.
“Put a hand on my thigh to steady yourself,” he said, having settled back onto the bed with his legs spread slightly. You moved forward, putting yourself on the floor between his legs. 
Again, you did as you were told, one hand on his thigh as the other slid up his leg to his length, already hardening. You slid closer so that you were more comfortable between his legs. Your eyes must have looked a little unsure because his expression softened for a fraction of a second. 
The next moment, you were sure that you must have imagined it because his face was back to focused, his eyes burned with anticipation. His hand was on yours before you realized it. He turned it over so that it was palm up on his thigh, which confused you for a moment. 
“Spit in your hand,” he said softly, but with all the intensity you had seen in his eyes earlier and with a firmness you did not dare ignore.
You tried to move your hand from his thigh to do as you were told, only to have him grip your wrist. Fighting the blush that crept up your cheeks, you cleared your throat and spit into your hand. He did not waste a minute after seeing you had done as you were asked and moved your hand to his tip and down his shaft. Not wanting to seem completely helpless, you took the rhythm over yourself and looked up to find him watching you intensely. He was leaning back, with his hands behind him on the bed, but his head was tilted down to you. It was hard to ignore the way the muscles in his stomach tensed as your hand moved.
“You know,” he mused, far calmer than anyone had any right to be in this situation, “I’ve always liked your lips. And now I want to see how they look around my cock.”
The admission distracted you, even if it was only momentarily. It sounded so casual and you wondered who would ever refuse that request. The next second, the focus that was coming off every inch of Hoseok washed over you as you followed each instruction he gave you. Your slowly ran your tongue up his shaft, circling the head. He placed a finger under your chin and tilted it up to look into his eyes just as you took him into your mouth. The eye contact made you pause and Hoseok quickly guided you to continue, placing a hand gently but firmly on the back of your head and pressing down slightly. 
“I think you can take more than that,” he said softly, eyes burning into yours. And you relaxed your jaw to take more of him into your mouth, earning a hiss from him as he quickly gave you another instruction.
You tried to follow what he was saying, eyes rounded as you looked up at him while your head bobbed up and down on his cock, slowly at first as he had instructed. There was something about him telling you what to do and expecting you to do as you were told that was a turn on. That was definitely a kink you had not realized you had. There was no time to think about that, though.
You changed the rhythm from quickly bobbing your head up and down to pulling back to slowly tease him with your tongue, all at his direction. Your nails dug into his thighs as you moaned around his cock in your mouth. He swallowed a groan in reaction to the feel of your mouth vibrating around him. 
Feeling a bit more confident, you moved your mouth down his cock, using your hand to continue stroking him as you kissed at his base. He stopped giving you direction and just enjoyed your changing pace. A piece of hair fell into your face and he was quick to brush it away, gathering your hair in his hands to keep it out of the way. 
Moving back up, you took him in your mouth again, hallowing your cheeks as you sucked. Hoseok twitched in response and let out a low groan before praising how good it felt. Your eyes watered a bit, but you ignored it to keep going. All you wanted was for him to feel good.
You could tell the exact moment when he really started to lose control. Each muscle in his well defined stomach tensed, he let out a loud groan that was almost a growl, his hands in your hair tightened. 
“Oh fuck,” was all he uttered as he came. You continued to lightly suck at him, swallowing almost all of it and only allowing a bit to drip down your chin.
Almostly feeling shy, you wiped √r mouth on the back of your hand, but he caught you in the process and pulled you against him. You leaned over him, his mouth on yours, and you knew he was tasting himself on your lips. One of his hands rested on the back of your neck, preventing you from removing your lips, the other hand moved to your waist to pull you further against himself. Awkwardly, you moved closer and were thankful he let you balance your hands on his shoulders. What you had not realized was that it was so he could put both hands just under your butt. You lost your balance, which seemed to have been what he wanted, and ended up straddled over his lap. You broke the kiss with a gasp. His hands pulled you back into the kiss, though, hungrily deepening it. Somewhere you registered that you were breathless, but that somewhere was certainly nowhere in your conscious mind. 
Hoseok moved his hands down your sides and where you had always been ticklish, there was nothing funny about the movement then. His hands gripped you, long fingers that had always seemed delicate pressed hard into your skin hard enough to leave marks. Those same hands slowly started to roll your hips backwards and forwards. It only took you a second to take over the movement without any guidance from him. He withdrew his lips from your mouth and you were almost embarrassed at the whimper that escaped. The look in his eyes was pure fire, though, and it removed any embarrassment. Immediately, his lips made contact with your skin again, as he trailed kisses across your jaw and down your neck. Occasionally, he stopped to nip at your skin before he drew back and blew gently to ease any sting. 
Beneath you, you felt him hardening again as you rolled your hips back and forth, just slowly enough that you knew he was going crazy. Hoseok groaned into your neck as he nipped at your skin and his fingertips dug into your hips hard enough to leave marks. The thin layer of material between you created more friction and you found that you wished you had taken off your panties and bra. His breath hitched slightly as you rolled forward and bit down slightly harder on your skin in response. You moaned in earnest and he took it as a sign to keep going. In one smooth movement, Hoseok unhooked your bra and discarded it to the side. He bent his head and took one of your breasts into his mouth. When he sucked your nipple between his teeth, you dug your fingers into his shoulders and rolled your hips a little faster. His other hand rolled your other nimble between deft fingers and you wondered what else those fingers might be able to do.
As if he had read your mind, Hoseok moved a hand to your thigh and returned his mouth to yours. Once his lips were on yours again, his hand slid down your inner thigh and he ran his thumb over your slick folds through the thin material of your underwear. Just the slight touch made you tremble and you realized how turned on you really were. One more touch and you thought you might come undone on the spot. One of his hands gripped your hip and pinned you to him. He moved his other thumb inside your underwear to carefully circle your clit and earned more insistent moans.
“Get up for a second,” Hoseok directed after breaking the kiss again.
You didn’t hesitate, not that you could have handled it anyway. The second you had stood up, Hoseok reached forward and pulled your panties down your legs quickly. There was no need for direction once they were off. Without wasting any time, you straddled his lap again and moaned into his mouth as soon as it made contact with yours. Hoseok slid a finger back inside of you, then another, and used his thumb to circle your swollen clit. You had a hand on his arm and dug your nails in, almost unable to take it already. 
Without any warning, Hoseok withdrew his fingers again and in one movement, flipped you onto your back on the bed. Your eyes were wide for a moment as you tried to determine what was happening. He pushed your legs apart, light but firm and looked up at you, a dangerous smile playing at his lips. You propped yourself up on your arms for a better angle to take in his face.
“Lay back down,” he said and you locked on his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, as if daring you to ignore what he said.
What was the point though? If you ignored him, you might not get exactly what you wanted. So you laid back down. His head disappeared down between your thighs and you immediately felt his lips on you. Hoseok sucked the sensitive skin of your inner thigh between his teeth and nipped at it, eliciting a gasp you could not control. You could almost feel his smile as he kissed the same spot. He continued kissing up your thigh, making you writhe in anticipation of having his mouth where you needed it most. But, almost as if he knew, he ghosted his breath across your center and moved to kiss his way down your other thigh. 
It was impossible to take. If he didn’t offer relief, you were sure you were going to die. And some part of the back of your brain told you that you were being dramatic, that nobody had ever died from waiting. Your mind went blank when you felt his breath against your center for a second time. The noise that came out of you was somewhere between a moan and a whine as you arched your back and tried to get closer to him, tried to urge him to where you needed him, tried to search for relief. There was a low chuckle at the sound and you wanted to feel embarrassed, really, you did, but you couldn’t. 
Just as you were about to protest, you felt his fingers spreading you and his tongue ran slowly up your center. The protest died on your lips and was instead replaced by a moan. He ran his tongue up your center again in almost lazy strokes that had you writhing. It felt like he was just going to tease you until you went crazy without going as quickly as you wanted him to do. Impatiently, you readjusted, trying to make him move faster, yet all he did was slide a hand up your stomach to hold you in place. There was a surprising amount of strength pinning you down, even though you knew on some level that moving was the last thing you should want to do.
His tongue finally moved faster, circling your clit and sucking it between his teeth momentarily. Your back arched into the attention and you reached a hand out to tangle in his hair, holding him in place. It was the most attention you had ever received and you hadn’t been prepared for the way it was making you feel, like every nerve ending was on fire. 
There was something about the feeling that just took away any ability you had to think about anything else apart from Hoseok’s mouth between your legs. He slid a finger inside you, then another, and your breath caught. Where he had been slow to start, he had picked up the pace as soon as he had been able to tell that you could not wait any longer. His fingers quickly moved in and out of you while his mouth continued to focus on your clit. 
The sensations were nearly overwhelming and it was almost too much pleasure, as if there were such a thing. It was clear that he knew what he was doing and he was enjoying this as much as you were. Well, almost as much, at least. The orgasm was building, a warm feeling settling into your tummy and your limbs began to tingle. 
“Oh my god!” You screamed, as Hoseok increased the speed even a little more. He must have known that you were close, must have been able to feel it in your muscles tensing, feel it in how your body reacted to every tiny movement.
“F- fuck, yes! Hoseok, I’m coming!”
The warm feeling spread over your body like fire and your eyes fell closed, little fireworks seemed to explode behind your eyelids. You bit down on your lower lip, even though you knew you did not need to stifle a moan. Your toes curled and your body shook. Hoseok slowed down his fingers, guiding you through the high. And you couldn’t see it but his eyes were on you the whole time, taking in every subtle change in your expression.
The orgasm had been intense, more so than you were expecting, and certainly more than you had ever experienced with someone going down on you. You stretched out a bit, eyes still closed and expected to feel Hoseok laying beside you. But there was nothing and you opened your eyes suddenly, worried he had disappeared and unable to consider why that worried you. Your eyes fell on him quickly though, sitting on the edge of the bed, smirking at you like he knew you had panicked for a minute. He was infuriating and you were in way over your head. 
You moved to sit next to him and pulled a bit of the sheet with you, trying to cover up. Hoseok raised an eyebrow at the gesture but said nothing in response to it. It was stupid, you knew it was stupid. He had just been between your legs and now you were trying to cover yourself up?
Almost as if you were trying to distract both of you, you leaned over and pressed your lips gently against his. He tasted like you and that had something stirring in you again. This was new territory for you. You were certainly not inexperienced, yet you were nowhere near as experienced as he was and you definitely understood why people got so caught up in him. It was impossible not to. Hoseok placed a hand behind your neck and deepened the kiss. Your body arched into his almost involuntarily as his free hand traced down your side to grip at your hip. 
There was no way of knowing which one had initiated it, but you were sliding into his lap again, one leg on either side of him. He moved his hand down your back so that both were gripping hard into your hips. Every place where his skin met yours felt like it was on fire. Your body angled into him without you ever making the decision to move. Again, you found yourself rolling your hips against him beneath you. 
It was hard to catch your breath, and harder still to break contact from Hoseok. When you did, you saw his eyes had gone several shades darker. This had started as just an offhand comment in a bar while you were in pain at your own stupidity over picking the wrong guy again. Now, all your thoughts were on Hoseok and the way he felt, the way he kissed you, the way he ran his tongue up your core, the way his fingers felt inside of you. It wasn’t enough. You needed more of him, more contact, more of whatever this was.
Suddenly his thumb was circling your clit again and you thought you would feel too raw. Instead, all you felt was that you wanted more. He caught the moan on your lips and began kissing you again, deep, insistent kisses that took your breath away. When he slid a finger inside you, you tried to pull away, but his hand was on the back of your neck again, forcing your lips to stay connected with his. He slid another finger inside and you could feel the anticipation building. It wasn’t enough.
“Hoseok please,” you whined after you broke the kiss. His fingers were still inside of you.
“Please what?” His eyes were still just as intense as they took you in. 
“Please.” The whimper was all you could manage.
“You have to use your words if you want something.” There was a glint in his eyes as if he were enjoying this. You realized he probably was but you stopped caring.
“I want to feel you inside me. Please, Hoseok, I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Then be a good girl and keep following my lead.”
You were about to respond and say something in protest when his lips crashed back on yours again, effectively ending any protest. He withdrew his fingers and you tried to moan at the loss of contact. You were so close that it seemed as if you could feel every move that he made. When you realized what he was doing, you lifted yourself off of him just slightly. He positioned himself at your entrance and pulled you down on top of him without giving you the chance to adjust.
“ FUCK! ” The word escaped from your lips before you was able to do anything to stop it.
This was someone who unquestionably knew what he was doing and you were sure you had never felt this good in your entire life. With him fully inside of you, he had given you a moment to adjust before he took hold of your hips and ground them against him again. You bit down on your lip hard to muffle a moan at the motion.
“Stop trying to be so quiet with me,” Hoseok ordered. There was no room for disagreement, not that you would have wanted to anyway. You started moving your body as he directed and he was rewarded with the next moan that slipped out.
As you moved together, he kept giving you instructions, little points of what to do and how to do it best. There was a slow rhythm to the movement and it hit you in a way that you were not sure you could remember experiencing. And if you had, it was certainly not with your ex. It felt like he filled you completely each time, hitting you deep. Your head fell back for a moment in sheer pleasure.
“Eyes on me.” His voice was sharp and you snapped your head back to look into his eyes. You saw the fire but also the appreciation that you had listened so easily.
His eyes never left yours and you saw the same thing reflected there as you were sure was in your own. It was not fast enough for either of you, not enough contact, not enough of the other person’s body. Not enough of anything. And you were struck by the thought that you had never felt so full and yet still wanted so much more. You had never been with someone you ached to have more of when he was still inside of you. He was a drug and you were already addicted. 
Your bodies moved together easily, all while Hoseok uttered a string of encouragements. But you barely heard him, the sensations in your body were overwhelming. There was no better feeling in the entire world, you were convinced. You also knew that you had been missing out with previous partners. It had not been anything like this.
The feeling was too much and your head fell back again. His voice was sharp in response. “What did I tell you about eye contact?”
You brought your head back up to look at him, but your eyes were more mischievous than compliant. Slowly, you rolled your head back again and smirked at him when you made eye contact. His pace slowed. “Should I call you sir while I’m at it?” 
Without warning, he put his hands below your butt and stood up in one swift motion. You gasped, any remnants of the smirk gone immediately, as he quickly moved to press you against the wall. With a leg bracing underneath you, he adjusted his arms so that your legs were draped over them on either side. He looked up at you as he drove into you, hard and fast. There was no way for your head to fall back and nowhere else to look but at him, even if you had wanted to. The fire in his eyes pinned you in place just as much as the wall. 
“Are you going to do as you're told now?” His voice was low and commanding. It sent a shiver straight to your core.
You swallowed hard and nodded.
“What did I say about using your words?”
There was no describing how you were feeling, both incredibly turned on and afraid to disappoint him. “Yes.”
For a second, you were worried it was not enough and then his thrusts slowed again. Despite yourself, you whimpered. You had not realized the force would be such a turn on, but you were close. The look on his face suggested he knew you were close too. With surprising care, he pulled himself out of you and you whined in earnest. The loss of contact was painful. He only smirked as he repositioned the two of you again and carried you back to the bed. 
Hoseok dumped you onto the bed, not entirely unceremoniously, but also not with the care he had shown for a split second earlier. Before you could think anything else, he was on the bed between your legs. He pulled one of your legs over his shoulder and lined himself up at your entrance. Your eyes were trained on him, not wanting to push him too far, but also not wanting to miss anything. 
He held the leg over his shoulder to get a good grip and leaned forward to press a demanding kiss against your lips. Your mouth opened immediately and invited him in. Your bodies slammed together and you arched your back, trying to get closer. But he pulled away again and slowed the pace back down.
“Hoseok,” you whined. With anyone else, you would have worried you sounded too needy. With him, you already knew how he saw you and how he was getting off on it. 
“What do you want?” Hoseok was slowly, painfully slowly, rocking his hips into you, not quite hitting you as deeply as he was seconds earlier.
“I’m so close,” you whined again.
“I know.” His eyes sparkled as he said this.
“Please.” Your hands reached out to him, to try and somehow push him into movement again.
Instead, he grabbed your hands in one of his and pinned them over your head. He leaned over your body, stretching you deeper.
“Tell me what you want and it’s yours,” he said, voice low and enticing again.
“I want…” you began, but were distracted as he trailed kisses across your jaw.
“What do you want?” His breath ghosted your ear as he asked the question.
“ Fuck Hoseok, I want to come.” 
The words had barely come out of your mouth when he let go of your hands and resumed a quicker pace. Instead of trying to grab hold of him again, you knotted your hands into the sheets beneath you. If you had thought that he felt good earlier, it was nothing compared to this, nothing to how you could feel every bit of him and every bit of your shared desire.
You thought that you had never been one for this kind of sex that was rough and raw and full of need. That had been wrong, too, and you had never felt so much. Every nerve was on fire, every muscle tensing, your breath completely ragged. And finally, in that moment, Hoseok started to come undone as well, no longer controlling his facial expressions. 
Seeing the sheer pleasure on his face was the final straw for you. He finally let you go over the edge and your body spasmed, your walls clenching around him. His thrusts were erratic as he followed you in his own release.
There was nothing breaking the silence of the room apart from both of your heavy breaths. Hoseok was barely managing to suspend his body over yours anymore. He carefully pulled himself out and rolled over to lay next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as his chest rose and fell heavily. It was impossible to tell how long passed in comfortable silence. Could it really have been only minutes?
You sighed, completely unable to formulate words. “I suppose a thank you is in order.”
“For what?” Hoseok rolled over on his side to gaze at you, a smile playing at his lips. 
“For teaching me some of your secrets,” you answered, and the soft smile was replaced with a smirk.
“Oh, now that I’ve gotten you here, I’m nowhere near done with you.”
You swallowed, hard, at the look on his face. What had seemed like a crazy idea before you started now was something that you could easily see doing again. What was more, you realized that you wanted to do it again.
Hoseok reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear thoughtfully before his eyes met yours and he smiled. “You were amazing, really. He was a fucking idiot for not realizing what he had.”
“You don’t have to be ni-...” you began.
“I’m not being nice,” he said gently, still breathless. “That was incredible.”
It was hard to look him in the eye in that moment, he had gone from passion bordering on ferocity back to being soft and supportive. The contrast was giving you whiplash, but in a way that made you just want. His finger made gentle contact with your chin as he lifted your head up again. 
“I got lost in the moment, in the best way, you were great, and he’s a fucking idiot for letting someone so great go,” Hoseok reaffirmed and you sighed, happy, content, and not even a little self conscious. 
There was no telling if this was going to happen again, no telling if Hoseok was being serious when he said he was not done with you. His face looked stripped down, more vulnerable than you could remember seeing it, as he continued to heap praise onto you easily. At that moment you were happy and full. For that moment, you were not thinking about anyone other than the nearly perfect person laying in bed with you.
Until next time , you thought. Because after that, there definitely had to be a next time.
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"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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still-with-koo · 11 months
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Dance with Me | JHS
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summary: you’re in love with your best friend and that’s been enough for you all these years, satisfied with just being his friend. but when he surprises you with a home-cooked meal, tira misu, and impromptu dancing, something snaps in you. is this the start, or the end, of something beautiful?
pairing: hoseok x lawyer!reader
wc: 5,222
genre/warnings/rating: 15+; angst; fluff; best friends to lovers; pining; unrequited love; some (poor) attempts at humour; a few swear words; kissing; unexpected kissing; Hobi has a pet name for you (pumpkin); sexual innuendos; suggestive themes; some dancing; people barge in; cameo from namjoon and jimin; minor self doubt / self esteem issues. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!
a/n: this is a repost of a birthday gift for Hobi <3
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You’re done. Finally, after three weeks of full day hearings sandwiched between late nights working into early mornings, you just presented your final arguments to the judge. Your part is over and now it’s in the court’s hands.
It’s only now that you realize the full extent of your exhaustion. Almost at your apartment building, your legs feel like they might give out. The benefit of living close to the courthouse is that you can walk to it. It’s also the disadvantage on days like today. A lazy car ride seems much more appealing than a 20 minute walk after the last few weeks you’ve had.
Your head is buzzing from lack of sleep and food. All you want to do is melt into your couch and do absolutely nothing while someone serves you a warm home-cooked meal.
But you don’t have a someone unfortunately.
Finally you get to your door and turn the lock. But it’s already unlocked? Slowly opening the door, you scan the inside.
Oh no.
Someone’s in the kitchen.
You quickly pull out your phone only to be greeted with—
“Y/N?”
You sigh in relief at the sight of your best friend, Hobi, coming out of the kitchen.
He seems surprised to see you. Odd, considering it’s your apartment.
“Joon said you wouldn’t be back for another half hour,” Hobi exasperates, running his hand through his hair. “I haven’t finished the seasoning yet and the chicken still needs some more time.”
He pauses to look at you as you continue to stand in the doorway. His nose scrunches up as he tries to gauge your mood. This little habit of his always makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst. Even more so now; you’ve really missed seeing him these past few weeks.
“Ah, my timing is bad, right?”
You walk over to him, ignoring his question while he continues to stare at you, waiting for a response. His confusion is so endearing.
You suddenly throw your arms around him, startling him. You pull him in tight and as if a light switch turned on, his hands snake around you, squeezing you even tighter and letting out a low hum of satisfaction.
“I’m really happy you’re here, Hobi.”
You pull back your head a bit, “Just give me a heads up first next time, ok? I almost called the police.”
Hobi laughs and pulls you back into him.
“My bad. I just wanted to surprise you.”
He gives you a messy kiss on the side of your face as you playfully pull away, feigning disgust as you pretend to wipe it away while he pouts at you. His hand lingers on your waist and you let it fall away as you plop down onto your couch with a loud thump.
“I’m just kidding, Hobi. You know I love surprises and I love you… for doing this. I’m just exhausted.”
Hobi sits down beside you, rubbing your thigh soothingly as he looks over at you leaning back on the couch. You do look absolutely exhausted.
He notices several strands of hair in your eyes, which you don’t bother to move away as you close your eyes.
If your eyes had been open, you would have noticed Hobi furrowing his brows as he leans towards you. He couldn’t stand it when your hair got in your eyes.
You feel him press into the couch and when you open your eyes you see him merely inches from your face, gently leaning over you to brush the hair out of your eyes strand by strand. As you look up at him, you notice the concentration in his eyes. It’s intense and impossibly cute.
And you also notice how close his lips are to yours at this angle. Like little pink petals.
He looks down into your eyes and smiles. You blush at the feeling of his eyes gazing deeply into yours. You can usually control your feelings around him but something about the way he is staring into your soul—
“I missed you Y/N. You were so busy, pumpkin. I was worried about you.”
His eyes flutter to your lips for a split second and when his head dips slightly you feel a sudden urge to kiss him.
You bite your lip, settling for a quick glance instead.
But it seems you stared at his lips for a second too long.
“Are you feeling ok, pumpkin?”
“Huh?”
You flick your eyes back up to his quickly, hoping your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.
“You were just staring. Kind of cute, actually.”
“Ahem. I wasn’t staring.”
He backs up from you a bit and you can see the beginnings of a grin.
“I’ve known you long enough, Y/N. What are you thinking about?”
With that sly smile on his face, this felt like the beginning of some fantasy, a dream you’ve had far more times than you’d care to admit. One where you confess you wanted to kiss him and then...
But you couldn’t tell him that. Oh. Definitely not.
“Um, I’m just thinking about…” You trail off, blanking on anything other than the truth. I’m thinking about you, Hobi. About how much I want to kiss you.
He then breaks into a chuckle.
“I’m just teasing, pumpkin. You don’t have to tell me. I should go check on the chicken.”
As he starts to rise, you mindlessly throw your arms around his neck again, pulling him into you, throwing him off balance as he crashes into you.
“Y/N what—”
He immediately plants his hands on either side of you to avoid having his body crush you but you feel his weight on you anyway, relishing the closeness for a few seconds longer than you probably should.
You pull him tight against you and nuzzle against his neck, whispering against his ear sleepily, “Don’t go yet, Hobi. I missed you too. I missed your hugs sooo much.”
He just chuckles into your hair, his free hand snaking under your waist so he can give you a quick squeeze.
“I’m not going anywhere, pumpkin. But I need to check on the chicken. Unless you don’t mind charred chicken breast.”
“Mmm… I don’t mind.”
“Well, I do.”
He plants a soft kiss on the side of your head and pulls away, chuckling at the little whine you let out at his release. Your eyes are closed but you can sense his presence hovering over you for a few seconds before he walks away.
You let out a puff of air as you slowly open your eyes. Your forehead creases as you realize you are starting to become reckless. You are starting to cross the line from friendship into something more. You’re playing a dangerous game and you start to feel guilty.
You’re not sure how Hobi would feel about all this. Your unwitting partner in this dangerous game. You know your hidden feelings are unfair to him. Surely it’s wrong to take pleasure in contact that should be strictly platonic?
He sees you as a friend. And deep down you know you need to stay on the right side of that line.
But how can you? Friends don’t think about kissing each other. Friends don’t nuzzle into each other’s necks and leave soft kisses when they think the other won’t notice. Friends don’t fantasize about doing things to each other behind closed doors. Do they?
You want to tell him how you feel. But what if he doesn’t feel the same. What if he no longer wants to be around you anymore. You can’t imagine he would want to be around some weirdo who wants him when he just … doesn’t.
You close your eyes again, wondering if you’ll ever be able to confess your feelings to Hobi. Feelings that could turn your beautiful friend into a beautiful stranger all at once.
Could you survive on fantasy alone? It’s not like you have someone to take your mind off Hobi. Could you live with hidden glances and soft lingering touches that quicken your heartbeat while your friend sees you as nothing more than just that. A friend.
You shut your eyes even tighter, trying to convince yourself you feel nothing for him.
We’re just friends. Best friends. I love him. I don’t think about kissing him. I don’t imagine Hobi’s hands on my body. I don’t want his—
“Y/N?”
Shit. You were concentrating so hard on convincing yourself that you’re not sure if you said any of that out loud.
“Yeah, Hobi?”
He pops his head over the couch, his face right next to yours. And he’s grinning at you.
A very broad, ominous grin.
“Hobi… what is it?”
“What would you like me to do more than anything else right now?”
Hold on— Did you actually say it out loud? You start to panic as you think through the last few minutes. You’re certain it was just in your head.
In your panic, you can’t remember if you were thinking, or saying, anything incriminating. Anything that would give you away.
You pause, turning towards him a little more.
“What do I… want?”
“Yeah, if you could have anything right now, what would it be?”
This must be a trick question. There’s no way he’s talking about himself, right?
I want you, Hobi… Is that what he’s expecting you to say?
You realize this might not be the worst way to get this out in the open. Maybe it’s a blessing that he overheard you. Maybe he feels the same… could it be possible?
There’s no way. But then again…
“Um, what do I want?”
“Mhmm.”
“Well, there’s something I’ve been wanting for a long time.”
“Yeah, go on.”
“I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but now that you’re—”
“Yeah…”
“Now that, um, you’re—”
“Here it is! Sorry, you were taking too long. I’m just so excited.”
Words lose meaning as you turn to face him fully and you’re met with a plate hovering in front of your face. A plate of the very famous tira misu from that restaurant that’s always booked up months in advance. You had been going on and on about it for weeks before your hearing prep began.
Instead of absolute delight, Hobi is surprised to see your face fall, your eyes getting more glassy by the second.
“Y/N… what happened? I know I should have waited until after lunch but I thought you would…” His voice trails off as he stares at you in complete bewilderment.
You bury your face in your hands, wondering what the hell just happened. You were about to confess your feelings. You thought you were finally free to tell him how much you absolutely adore him. Now that the chance is gone (not there was a chance in the first place) you feel oddly empty. Turned inside out.
And poor Hobi will never know why.
Hobi. Right. He had just gone to a lot of trouble to get you your dream dessert. You need to show appreciation, no matter how hurt you’re feeling right now.
You ball up your fists and put on your biggest smile to face him.
“This is incredible, Hobi. I can’t believe you actually got it. I love you.”
You take the plate from his hand and place it on the coffee table in front of you before getting on your knees on top of the couch to give Hobi a proper hug. You kiss him on his cheek and linger for a moment too long before you quickly pull away and sit back down.
Placing the plate on your lap, you dig right in, gesturing for Hobi to join you.
“Come here, Hobi. Let’s share this. I know you love tira misu just as much as I do.”
To your surprise, Hobi stays still, seemingly frozen in place. You glance back and notice a crease in his brows, a sure sign he was thinking something through.
“This isn’t right.”
“Huh,” you mumble through a mouthful of tira misu.
He slowly comes around the couch, his fingers gliding over the cotton material until they lift off and land on your cheek.
He rubs your cheek delicately, wiping off the filling at the corner of your mouth. Your hand comes up subconsciously to wipe the same spot, your eyes trailing up to meet his, turning into round circles out of sheer surprise.
“W-what’s wrong?” You manage, gulping down the last of your bite.
Hobi bends down to eye level, smile gracing his beautiful face, both of his hands coming up to cup your face.
All you can do is stare into his eyes, those beautiful orbs of light that put the mighty sun to shame. Windows to the soul, so they say, and you never believed it until you met Hobi. You could see the effervescent soul of his shining through, the warmth only his gaze could give you.
And it stops. His attention shifts to your hair, his brows furrowing together as he flits a few strands to the side.
“There. Perfect.”
“Huh?”
He looks back down at you and smiles.
“I need to take a picture of this moment to post on Instagram.”
You roll your eyes and push him away as he starts laughing, asking “what?” over and over as he fights to give you a hug. You finally relent and he grabs his phone to snap a quick picture. And then two more before he stops.
His pause is a little unexpected.
“What?”
“Ah, nothing. You just… even after a long day, just out of the blue, and you look… like that…”
He brings his screen up to your face, pointing at you with his brows furrowed.
You’re confused. Should you be insulted?
“Like what?” You ask, eyebrow cocked.
“Like… ah nevermind.”
“No, say it. Like what, Hobi? I know I look exhausted but I don’t think I look that bad.”
His eyes widen at your words and you see a hint of panic in them.
“No, no, fuck no, Y/N. I was just amazed because look, here look at each of these pictures. You look so beautiful, Y/N. How can you look this perfect?”
He’s still staring at your picture but your attention shifts to him. The nervous little smile he has on his face as he flicks through the photos, trying to show you what he means. His lips, so very pink and perfect, animated in his cute attempts to reassure you.
He glances at you and suddenly realizes you aren’t looking at his screen. You aren’t even paying attention to what he is saying. You are just staring. At his lips. Again.
In the fraction of a second it takes for his gaze to dip to your lips you lean in ever so slightly. And just like a magnet, he leans in too.
Ding.
As if pulled out of a trance, your head snaps toward the sound.
“Oh, the chicken is done,” Hobi sighs, rubbing his thighs as he continues to look at you.
But you can hardly look at him.
You almost kissed him. This was the closest you’ve ever come to actually kissing him.
“You ok, Y/N?”
You glance at him quickly and nod a little too hard.
“Mhmm, I’m fine. Just tired.”
Hobi’s hand lands on yours and you look down to notice you had been rubbing your hands together. His grasp stops your motion and he releases to bring his hand to your face. He slowly turns your face towards him, but you continue to have a little trouble meeting his eyes.
“Give me a few minutes to finish the seasoning, ok?”
“Mhmm,” is all that comes out, your mind now whirring at a speed usually reserved for rockets.
Did you imagine it… or did he lean in, too?
You glance over the edge of the couch and watch Hobi as he scurries to and from in the kitchen, fixing you lunch and arranging every detail. He looks so cute hovering over the mixing bowl, fixing the additional seasoning, his specialty.
He glances back and notices you staring at him. He wiggles his butt at you and you laugh, a full belly laugh. He always knows how to make you laugh.
Noticing your face brighten up, his smile broadens and you can make out the crinkles around his eyes even from this distance.
You settle back into the couch, replaying the last few moments in your head over and over again. He leaned in. You’re sure of it.
Hobi comes back out, wiping his hands on the apron now tied around his waist. Noticing you eyeing the apron, he unwraps it and tosses onto the couch.
“I glazed the seasoning over it so it shouldn’t be too long now. How about some music?”
Music?
He crouches by your stereo system and connects his phone. You hear the opening beat to one of the songs you both used to belt out together at the karaoke bars before the lockdown had closed them all down.
“Is that… Tinashe?”
You chuckle as he nods.
“One of our favourites.”
“I’m going to need a few drinks in me before I can do our karaoke routine, Hobi. And I’m not sure my neighbours would appreciate it much either.” You laugh as he starts bouncing to the beat, his feet moving of their own accord.
“Oh, singing isn’t what I had in mind. Give me your hand.”
“Fuck, Hobi. I’m tired,” you whine as he pulls you up to dance with him. The hint of glee in your voice isn’t lost on him.
He starts mouthing the words along with Tinashe as he pops and locks to the beat. He moves like water, as if no bones exist in that perfect body of his. Talent like his belongs on the biggest stages across the world and yet here he is, giving you the show of a lifetime.
He catches you staring at him, motionless, and he brings your palms up to his neck while his hands naturally fall to your waist, twisting you side to side as you giggle, enjoying just watching this man move.
Before long, you’re bopping along with him, throwing in a few moves of your own to his delight.
“Geez, in all the years we’ve known each other, I’ve never seen you move like that, Y/N. Where have you been hiding?”
You blush at his compliment but as he expected, his words ignite a fire in you and you start grinding against him, relishing the way Hobi is able to immediately match your speed and movement, rapping the words along with you.
Thoroughly impressed he continues to sway along with you, and when the music gets to Tinashe’s dance break he simply stands back.
“What happened?”
“I know you know her choreo. I just wanted a better view.”
“You’re kidding?”
“No. I want to see it.”
He steps back to his phone and rewinds it to the dance break again and hits play.
“No way, Hobi. I’m not doing it.”
“Come on, pumpkin. Let me watch you do it.”
He rewinds it again and you take a deep breath, glancing at him to catch his little smile. You know this is the part where they end up rubbing frosting on each other and something about Hobi asking you to do it quickens your heartbeat. Is he expecting that part too?
The anticipation drives you forward and you pop and lock to the beat, trying to match the moves the best you could remember.
It’s near the end of the choreo and you hit the final beat. Hobi jumps up and is about to hug you when he notices you moving to the tira misu and grabbing some of the filling that was left over.
You walk over to him and watch his eyes sparkle as they trail to your hand. Without warning you smoosh the chunk of filling on his lips and kiss him.
Hobi’s whole body freezes at your touch.
You kissed him.
You just kissed him. Oh My God.
You can hardly believe it. It happened so fast you barely even register what you did, let alone think it through. What in the fucking reflex was that? And there’s no excuse, nothing you can say to justify it.
You slowly back away, almost tripping over your feet, dazed and wobbly.
The look on Hobi’s face strikes panic in your heart. The wide eyes. The mouth fallen open, bits of filling at the edge of his lips. The eyebrows nearly at his hairline. It tethers you back to reality.
You fucking kissed him.
You feel completely humiliated.
“I-I’m so sorry, Hobi.”
You turn away but Hobi catches your wrist and pulls you back to face him.
You can hardly breathe. You risk a glance at him and watch as his face rearranges into a slow smile, a look in his eyes that brings a blush to your cheeks as your gaze falls. You can feel your heart beat to the pace of a jackhammer. Any faster and it would bounce right out of your chest.
Seeing you like this, his smile deepens. His voice fills the air, a statement that hangs like a banner for the world to see.
“You just kissed me.”
Ok, you definitely didn’t imagine it.
You can hardly look at him. Instead you focus on the way his hands are gripping your wrists, his thumbs absentmindedly drawing circles over your pulse.
Say something, Y/N. Anything.
The lump in your throat impedes any sound. Not that your head is clear enough to form a coherent sentence, let alone an explanation.
You feel him move, his head dipping down to try and meet your eyes.
Knock knock.
Without warning you hear a rumble of voices as your front door bursts open.
“What privacy? What could they be—”
Joon’s voice bellows across your living room and your head snaps to the sound.
“—doing…?”
In your doorway stand a few of your closest friends, eyes wide and mouths hung open at the sight of the two of you, hand in hand, Hobi’s face merely inches from yours.
“See, I told you not to barge in on them, Joon,” you hear Jimin whisper, although it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.
Hobi lets go your wrists and sighs.
“I said I could handle making lunch for Y/N on my own. Why are you guys here?”
“Well,” Joon scratches the back of his neck, a small grin playing on his lips, “we thought we could surprise you guys with a party. I mean, Y/N did such a fantastic job in court and all.”
You notice Lia step forward, holding a bag of takeout in front of her. “We came prepared with extras and even grabbed a cake.” She points at Jimin, who raises the box in his hands, not able to look directly at either of you.
“Sorry,” you whisper, brushing past Hobi towards your bedroom. You need air. Lots of it.
Finally in your room, you lean against your door, thoughts flooding your mind, overwhelming you. You run over to your window and push it open, inhaling the cool winter air. With fresh oxygen, the whirring in your head slows down and the overlapping images in your mind fade away, leaving only one. Hobi’s smiling face.
You hear the sound of your bedroom door open and close. It could be anyone of your friends.
Friends.
Friend.
That’s right. He’s your friend. The best friend you could ever hope for.
And you put your beautiful friendship in jeopardy.
Hobi is more than a friend, though. He always has been. He’s your lifeline. The one person in the whole world who makes you feel safe, heard and understood. With him, the world makes sense. You can look into his beautiful eyes and know that everything will be alright. Because, as long as he is by your side, things will be alright.
But will he still be by your side after this?
“Y/N?”
Hobi’s soft voice fills the room, echoing against your bedroom walls and against the walls of your heart. You can’t lose him. Even if you have to bury the feelings you have for him.
You turn towards him and take in how his eyebrows are stitched together, the soft pursing of his lips as he considers you with such intensity you blush again. Fuck this, fuck the effect he has on you.
You risk another glance at him and see something shift in his eyes.
“Please don’t hate me for this,” Hobi grunts as he storms towards you, a look in his eye so intense it feels physical.
When he reaches you his head tilts slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands come up to your face, pulling you into him to close the gap between you.
In contrast to the force you were expecting, his lips feel soft. They melt into yours, the softest feeling you’ve ever experienced, like the first snowfall, a feeling of weightlessness, of floating in a waterfall. And he tastes so sweet, like cotton candy at the fair he took you to, like the caramel sundae you both shared. It feels effortless. It feels as though your lips were made for each other. As though you were made for each other.
It could have been seconds and it could have been hours, but finally you two break apart, a trail of saliva still connecting you both. You smile as Hobi catches your eye, his pupils completely blown out. You expect yours were too.
“Was that ok,” he asks tentatively, and as he notices your bright smile, his own lips pull into a smirk, “or should we try it again with the tira misu?”
You laugh out loud in response. He really does know how to make you laugh.
“That was better than ok, Hobi. But I don’t mind doing it again.”
A mischievous grin plays on his lips as he lets out a sigh of relief, leaning in to kiss you again.
When you break apart you’re both smiling. His hands had made their way to your waist and as he tries to pull them away your hands fall to his, squeezing them tight and smiling at him again.
“We should probably get back to them, Hobi. They must be wondering what we’re doing in here.”
“I sent them away, Y/N. I hope that’s ok.”
You let out a sigh of relief as your smile broadens.
“Perfect. I love them, of course, but I don’t really want to face them just yet.”
He leans in again to kiss your cheek, smiling at you as you blush even harder than you already were. He loves it, the redder you get the more he wants to kiss you again and again.
He gets up and smooths out his shirt before holding out his hand to you.
“Shall we?”
Grasping your hand in his, he leads you back into the living room.
You’re met with soft music emanating from your stereo. It’s a slow jam.
You expect him to let go your hand, but instead he gives it a soft kiss and whirls you around to face him.
“Hobi—”
He pulls you into him as he starts to gently sway to the music.
“Hobi, should we talk about… what we are…?”
He pulls you in tighter, kissing the side of your head as his arms wrap around your waist and you feel him rocking his hips against yours, your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.
“Shhh pumpkin.. just dance with me.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and melt into his body, swaying along with him as the music plays. Before long you feel your worries become distant memories, only the movement of your bodies filling the small crevices in your mind.
Like the calm rumble of ocean waves, Hobi’s voice whispers into your ear.
“This feels like a dream and I’m not ready to wake up yet. How long I’ve waited to kiss you, Y/N. I fantasized about us but I never thought you might feel the way I do. But this can be anything you want, pumpkin. I don’t want to pressure you. Let’s just take things slow and see how it feels, hmm? Because no matter what, I love you and I’ll do anything for you.”
The weeks of exhaustion just melt away at his words. Nothing before this moment and nothing after will ever compare to how you feel right now, at peace in his blissful embrace, his comforting aura enveloping you so completely you feel it wash away any worries or exhaustion. You feel an indefinable warmth in your chest for this gorgeous man.
“I love you, Hobi.”
“I love you more, Y/N.”
Ding.
Still wrapped in Hobi’s arms you turn towards the sound, pulling Hobi out of his trance.
“Oh, the chicken is done! Give me a few minutes and I can bring it out here for us, pumpkin. Just get comfy on the couch, ok?”
You nod your head and plop onto the couch, snuggling against the cushion and popping your head over the edge to watch Hobi fix you lunch.
Then it hits you.
The most perfect man in the world is making you lunch.
And you smile to yourself as you suddenly realize you do have a someone. That someone you had been waiting for. And it’s the best someone you could have ever hoped for.
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nanawritesit · 2 years
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BTS HC: Hoseok Having a Crush on an Oblivious Reader (Friends to Lovers)
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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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xattexx · 2 years
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𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
pairing: hobi x fem reader
genre: smut
warning: 18+ ~ minors out
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You called him. You called him just so you can moan into the phone. Why? Because you can. Because you wanted to be his ‚good girl’ and surprise him.
He left to work. Not even 15 minutes ago. You felt horny. Somehow too horny to contain yourself. He was coming lately from work too tired to even do anything with you. You understood that but the ovulation days got the best of you. Hormones all around the place. Desire to fuck him stronger than your rational thinking. Body ready to be destroyed. Screaming to be used.
You called him. As if you know that he is few steps away from studio. He picked up. All he could hear was your moans. Increasing. Increasing because your fingers were deep inside your pussy. Letting him know that you are enjoying your time alone without him.
You made him crazy. He was hard immediately. Hearing your whimpers and moans. As if his dick can clearly see you. Hobi couldn’t believe you called him just before you came. He was frozen in time. “Honey, did you just call me so I can hear you fucking yourself?” He said before you could end the call. What a brat he said to himself while he smirked. There was only one thing he could do. Turn around and go fuck that behaviour out of your brain. While he was walking back he texted Namjoon how sorry he is but he is not feeling well today and his “ankle hurts because he slipped on the stairs on his way to work”. The one and only thing that hurt him was his dick how hard was he. Thank god his work was few minutes away.
Meanwhile your body was still screaming for more. You tried to change position since you called Hobi. You needed him inside but he wasn’t there so only replacement was your toy. You were clearly forbidden to use them alone without permission but fuck it. How could he know? And even if he found out. What would Hobi do? Fuck your brains out? Isn’t that what your pussy wants?
You were on your knees. Playing on your bed. Ass in the air. You were using your toy but it wasn’t that good. It just wasn’t it. You were doing most of the job. You became frustrated. Why can you not cum anymore? Why does it not feel good? Why? While you were becoming angry at you, your phone rang. You looked at the contact. Hobi. He was calling you. You picked up because if you wouldn’t then you would have to deal with angry Hobi. There is angry sexy Hobi and angry angry Hobi. Second one is the one you don’t want to see that much.
“Why don’t you stop when you know that toy is not doing a thing.” In that moment you turned your head around. Scared to see what you already expected. Hobi in the doorway of your bedroom. Looking at you. Looking at you with that look. The look that says that you are in trouble. You took the toy out of you. Panicking. You hoped for him to show up but now that he is actually home? Your brain didn’t know what to do. While you were trying to come up with an excuse. He walked towards the chair and told you to continue and give him a show. You tried your best. Setting yourself in the same position. Taking your toy and putting it back inside you. You started pumping it. Somehow it didn’t felt right. You felt Hobi’s eyes on you. Like as if he was waiting for you to beg him to use you. Beg him to fuck you senseless. Way better than that silicone thing.
And you did as he expected. After few minutes you had tear in your eyes. All the emotions mixed up. Guilt because you knew you were bad girl, embarrassment because he caught you, frustration because it wasn’t good, sadness because he didn’t even move toward you to do something. With tears in your eyes you stopped moving the toy. You looked at him and couldn’t take it anymore so you started “I hate it that you only look at me and not doing anything. As if you know you are driving me crazy.” You exhaled harshly while you turned towards him. Hobi just stand up from his chair. Walked towards you and took your chin lightly between his thumb and index finger. Lifted your chin up to look into his eyes. He smirked “So pretty when you cry for my cock but do you deserve it?” He then kissed your forehead and give your lips a peck. Was he making fun of you or just taking his time? Eighter way it made you even more furious. “If you came home just to do nothing you may as well stayed in the work” The words left your lips sooner than you could think. His eyes darkened. For a second, he lost his smirk but then remembered. It was probably a week after your period and that only meant one thing. Ovulation days. Days when you could get a really bratty when he didn’t fuck you when you were horny. He smirked again. “Oh sugar you will regret those words.”
He pushed you back on the bed. Crawl between your legs all the way up to your face. Looking deeply into your eyes before slowly moving to kiss you. The kiss is harsh, rough and passionate. You melted in front of him. How can you change moods in such a short period of time? Hormones baby. While he was kissing you, you locked your legs around his waist. He slid his fingers towards you pussy to play with your clit. Taking his time tracing your sides. As soon as he started moving his fingers on you in circulation motion, your back slightly arched. Moving around to create more friction. Already feeling way better between your legs as when you did it alone. Especially when he entered you. “Fuck baby, I knew you will be wet but this much?” he said while sucking on your sweet spot on your neck.
Hobi then took his hand from your pussy. Slowly tasting you and kissing you again. He started grinding on you to feel him. To let you know only his sweatpants and boxers are separating you. You purr. “Hobi please, another minute and I will get crazy. Please fuck me.”
“As you wish. But I will remind you it was your idea. You will regret it.”
While you were laying on the bed, he took his clothes off. Fuck he was hard and already leaking. So, it wasn’t only you who was horny that much. He crawled back on top of you. Giving you one last peck on the lips before he slid his dick in you. How can you feel so full? Hobi gave you time to adjust to him. You didn’t need it, you were preped but you deserve some teasing. You were needy but he is taking his time with you. Just wait.
“Baby you feel so good. So warm and wet. God I could spend forever in you.” He said while he started moving. At the beginning slowly. But he increased his thrust. He started to go faster and harder. The sound of your wet pussy. Your tits bouncing up and down with each thrust. He was mesmerized by you. You were perfect. He knew he was making you feel good.
For a second, Hobi stopped and slipped out of you. You whined at sudden lost. Hobi stands up in front of the bed and he pulls you towards him as if you weight nothing. He took your legs in his hand and putting them together up in the air. He re-entered you again. Fuck this felt like a heaven. It made your pussy tighter. Not only you could feel him better, but he could feel your pussy pulsing on him. You could feel everything. His tip. His veins. How deep he was. This was too much.
Hobi’s thrust were hard and fast now. His one hand holding your ankles in the air while other on a way to your clit again. Too much. Too much of a pleasure. He was stimulating you as best as he knew. You were lucky to have a guy who knew your body and what to do.
You tried to stop your moans by bitting in your hand. Hobi didn’t like that. Or everybody you will let him know what a slut for his dick you are, or he will stop. “Bite into your hand again and I ain’t letting you cum for the rest of the day.” You don’t know where the brattiness came from but you only responded “but I already came today once, you could hear it in the phone call.”
“What did you say? Oh sugar don’t rile me up.” he said while he let your legs fall on the mattress. Hobi was master at breaking you. Hard slow rolling motion thrust changing the pace. The one when you can feel him rolling his hips into you. The dancing really paid off. Hitting your g-spot perfectly. You could feel your orgasm approaching. Now it was time to show you who in charge of your body. He took your both hips into his hands to keep you in place. Fuck the slow hips rolling. There is nothing better than fast thrusting before you came. Toes curling. Thinking you will break them. Too intensive.
You were sensitive. From orgasm before, alone foreplay and from sex. Hobi didn’t care. Your walls were swallowing him. He fucked you through your orgasm. He didn’t stop just continued to chase his pleasure.
“Fuck you are so hot baby. So fucked out just from one round. Fuck I am so close.” He grabbed your hips even stronger. You will have bruises on your skin for sure but it gave it special magic. Your body started feeling another orgasm. ´This soon? Fuck.´ you were thinking. Your musclec tense under him and he knew so he started playing with you again. As sensitive as you were, you only moaned as a disagreement. Too good but too sentive. “Cmom baby just one more for me. I know you can do it.” You nod. Just for him. One last orgasm today which came too soon. Body breaking in front of him. He was satisfied with you. Finally could chase his own pleasure.
Few more deep thrust he came. Hobi collapsed next to you on the bed. For a while you were trying to catch a breath. You tried to stand up when he grabbed your hand and pull you towards him. His other hand quickly grabbing your thigh and pulling in over him so you sat on him. You knew exactly what this meant. You put yourself in this situation. If only you would stay quiet.
Hobi kissed you again and asked you where are you going. Then put his palms on your ass to squeeze it.
“I told you, you will regret those words.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
a/n: okay let’s be honest not the best one. First half is good but second? Idk but I tried
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guccybangtan · 10 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 :)
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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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taetaespeaches · 1 year
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“Tell me again. That you thought about me while you were out tonight.”
hoseok x reader (oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 2.2K
a/n: Hi lovelies! We love a long ass pull quote for the title, right?! Here Hobi and Petal/reader get home around the same time after a night out drinking in their own respective groups and they meet up in the kitchen. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 
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Why is it that the kitchen is so often the most romanticized room in a home? Perhaps it’s the domesticity of the setting. The room in which you prepare food for the nourishment of yourself and the ones you love.
Think of all the poems and pieces of writing about romance in the kitchen. There’s that Jenny Slate quote about waiting for the person who will come into the kitchen and hug her, smell her, breathe her in, kiss her with her soapy dishwater covered hands in their hair. Or all the songs that include lyrics about dancing in the kitchen with a lover. Even with the alcohol clouding your mind you could think of three at the top of your head as you entered yours and Hoseok’s shared kitchen, setting your sights upon the man on the other side of the counter.
The kitchen is known as ‘the heart of the home’. You never understood this statement better than you did this particular night, entering the room after a night of drinking with friends to find Hoseok pulling two mugs from the cupboard.
His back was to you, still dressed in his black leather vest. The sleeve of the black shirt he wore underneath had slid just far enough down his arm to show his wrist as he reached for dishes. It looked delicate with the silver bracelet dangling from it.
When he turned around he jumped slightly in start, clasping his heart as best he could with his fingers curled around the handle of one of your handmade ceramics. “Ah,” he sighed as his lips curved into a stunning smile. “You creeped up on me.”
“I nearly fell through the front door, I definitely did not creep,” you defended yourself sassily, crossing your arms over your chest as you smirked at your boyfriend.
“So mean,” he spoke quietly through his grin, shaking his head as he set the mugs onto the stone counter. “I thought you might want some tea when you got home.”
“Thank you,” you whispered, almost bashfully, stepping further into the kitchen. The tile flooring was cool on your feet, providing a much needed relief after a night in heels. “How was your night?” You asked through an exhale, feeling the comfort of home wash over you.
“It would have been better if you were there,” he flirted, making you roll your eyes. A giggle fell from the man’s lips, enjoying teasing you with cringe.
“That goes without saying,” you said cockily, feigning a hair flip as you leaned against the counter a few feet from Hoseok. “But did you have fun anyway?”
A sunshine smile lit up the room as he nodded. “You?”
“It was fine,” you shrugged. “Drinks were overpriced.”
“So hard to please,” he joked, making you fight back an amused grin.
“You would know,” you teased him, Hoseok tossing his head back in laughter. “You look good,” you suddenly noted. It wasn’t even much of a compliment, but rather more of an observation. “No fair,” you then whined, making Hoseok raise his eyebrows in intrigue.
Grabbing the collar of his vest, he tugged on it a few times to show it off to you. “You like the vest, Petal?”
“I love a good vest,” you playfully groaned, reaching toward him to grasp the leather material. Hoseok giggled as he stepped closer to you, his hand easily settling on your waist as his other tapped against the counter.
“You look nice too,” he complimented, his lips brushing against your temple as he spoke. His thumb grazed over the clothing that rested on your waist as he pressed a sweet kiss to your skin. “I’m jealous of every person who saw you tonight.”
Leaning your head back so you could peer up at his features, you caught his gaze before rolling eyes at him. “You should be pitying them,” you smiled. When he raised his eyebrows at you, you rolled your eyes. “As they were watching me I was thinking of you.”
A stunning grin took over your boyfriend’s features as his eyes bounced around your face. “You are everything,” he suddenly told you, an intensity in his gaze as his eyes continued scanning your features.
“You’re drunk,” you whispered, a smile curving on your lips as he scoffed at you. With his hand on your waist, he guided you backward against the edge of the counter, caging your body between him and the stone.
“I mean it,” he told you softly, his lips hovering over yours. “I’m obsessed with you, Petal.”
“I know,” you whispered again, smiling as he chuckled lightly. His mouth was pressed to yours in the next moment, his hips flush with yours as he pushed you further against the counter while his hands simultaneously tugged on your waist as though he was trying to pull you even closer. You slid your fingers into his long hair, tugging on the strands. The effect you had on him could be felt in the way he smiled into the kiss and how his hands slid down your hips, searching for the hem of your dress.
He greedily bunched the skirt of the dress up your thighs until his needy fingers touched your skin, spreading a warmth across your body. Hoseok’s touch always brought out a desire within you that no other partner had tapped into. When he squeezed the flesh of your upper thigh, you let a moan slip from your lips to his, a light chuckle vibrating in his throat that was quickly drowned out by the screaming of the tea kettle.
Against your every desire in that moment, Hoseok smirked at you before removing himself from you and reaching for the kettle on the stove. For as much as he was obsessed with you, he always had an incredible ability to tease you with his self restraint. Sighing in annoyance, you leaned your hip against the edge of the counter and folded your arms over your chest.
“Oh you love this,” you bit back a smile, glaring at his stunning side profile.
“What?” He asked, eyes wide with terribly feigned ignorance to the aching in your core. “Taking care of you?”
“Is that what you’re doing?” You questioned, watching as Hoseok glanced down at the mugs of tea he was pouring. “Because my body says otherwise.”
You saw the way Hoseok’s jaw clenched as he smirked at himself, followed by a small tilt of his head, displeased with the insinuation that he was not taking care of your needs. “I’m trying to make you some tea, Petal,” he replied as he held onto his resolve, making you giggle as you hummed in response.
“That’s sweet,” you spoke softly, stepping toward him and placing your hand on his shoulder as you peered at his face. “Husbandly,” you told him in a teasing tone as you grinned, Hoseok’s pretty smile reciprocating your expression. Maybe you were more drunk than you thought, the old fashioneds kicking in as you felt dizzy looking at Hoseok’s beautiful face. Or perhaps the tipsy haze came from the high your boyfriend’s stunning smile gave you. You found yourself clinging to his arm, trying to ground yourself in his presence while your yearning for him made you feel as though you were floating.
“I know you love it when I’m being domestic,” he teased you back, poking fun at the desire that always seemed to blossom within you when he was tending to you and your home. Gently, you bit his shoulder in protest of his lighthearted jesting. When he set the tea kettle down and rested his palms on the edge of the counter, you slid behind him and held him in a back hug.
He was right. You loved the domesticity of home life with him. You adored being taken care of by him. Just as much as you were smitten with the physicality of your relationship. And in that moment, in your tipsy states as the hot tea stewed in front of you, the steam rising into the deliciously tense air, there was something so blissful about the way the domestic met the carnal.
“Have you ever read that Jenny Slate quote?” You asked, your voice low as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade. Running your hands along his abdomen, you felt him tense, the muscles flexing underneath the vest. “The one about wanting someone to come into the kitchen and be hungry for her?”
Hoseok slowly straightened his form as you guided him to turn around and face you. As soon as his features met yours, you were reaching up and grabbing his cheeks, pulling him into a needy kiss. He melted into it, his hands reaching down and grabbing greedily at your ass, tugging you to him as he walked you both backward. He guided you until your back touched the refrigerator door, the cold metal sending a shiver through your body, or perhaps it was just the way Hoseok immediately began kissing your neck. The man smiled at the way you gasped slightly, and when he locked his eyes on yours he began lowering himself to his knees in front of you.
His palms were flat against the tops of your thighs as he dragged them upward, pushing the dress up to your waist. His eyes remained holding your gaze until he lowered them to look at your center in front of him. Slowly, torturously so, he placed gentle kisses on the insides of your thighs, causing you to bite your lip as you stared down at him and silently begged him to go where you needed him most.
When he pressed a kiss to your panties, you let out a whimper that would have been embarrassingly desperate had he been anyone else other than Hoseok. Then again, no one else would have ever been able to get you in this state in the first place. He looked up at you again, wearing a fond smile, completely enamored by you.
“Tell me again,” he spoke in a thick voice, making you pull your eyebrows together in confusion. He was so sexy looking up at you with that hunger. “That you thought about me while you were out tonight.”
Your lips spread into a grin as your heart leapt in your chest. As you ran your fingers through his hair sweetly, endeared by him and completely fucking needy for him, Hoseok leaned into your touch. “You never left my mind. Not once all night,” you whispered to him.
The soft smile that was positioned on his face only became more loving as he tore your panties down your legs, another whine leaving your lips at his action. In the next moment, with no further prompting, his face was buried between your legs as he showed you just how much he loved you. Your fingers remained in his hair, tugging on the strands to communicate to him just how he was making you feel, as though the buckling in your knees wasn’t enough indication.
He nearly brought you to the edge before you shoved him backward, causing him to stumble onto his butt, looking up at you with a wide-eyed gaze, only for you to quickly climb atop his lap. You needed more of him. Wanted him. Shoving the vest off his shoulders, you mumbled, “get this fucking thing off.”
“I thought you liked the vest,” he joked, helping you to shrug it off before you lifted his shirt over his head.
Running your hands over his skin, feeling its softness on your pads, you shook your head. “Not as much as I love this.”
Articles of clothing were shed one by one as you stayed on the kitchen floor, not bothering to find a more comfortable spot, your need far too great to move to another room. As he sunk into you his lips roamed everywhere he could reach: your arms, breasts, neck, lips, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. His fingers were greedy while grasping and squeezing your butt, hips, and waist as you rolled your hips on top of him, seated in his lap. Every so often, you pressed messy kisses to his forehead and the bridge of his nose before moans would interrupt the brush of your lips against his skin. You chased your every desire right there in the heart of your home, with the man you would forever come home hungry for, while Hoseok lost himself in you.
When you both reached your highs, mutterings of each other’s names rolling off your tongues in desperate accolades and appreciations, Hoseok crashed against the floor, pulling your body down with him so you rested on top of him, the cold tiles gracing your limbs. Your skin was slightly clammy as you giggled blissfully against his chest.
“I love the way my name sounds inside your voice,” you commented, feeling Hoseok’s lips grace the top of your head as you tapped your fingertip against his bare chest.
“We forgot about our tea,” he noted, his arms folding around you as he breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath.
Chuckling, you placed a sweet kiss to his pectoral before assuring him you appreciated his thoughtfulness. “It was a sweet gesture.”
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My lovely Jade, you are hitting these milestones so quickly AS TOU SHOULD because you are a wonderful human being and everyone needs to know this 💜 My request for this milestone is Hobi + strangers to lovers love (lust?) at first sight 🥵 Please and thank you :)
so, i went in more of a cute direction than a spicy one, i hope that’s okay!! i just miss hobi and needed to be a lil bit dumb about it 😵‍💫
the one with hoseok and the palm reader
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pairing: jung hoseok x gn!reader type: drabble (f) | wc: 1.5k | rating: pg15 au: university, house party, meet cute / strangers to ? summary: hoseok’s fate line says he has a luck problem, but when he meets you at a party, he begs to differ. cw: alcohol use, brief blood mention, wingman jimin is drunk (lol). 🔞 this drabble is sfw, regardless, my content is not for minors. minors and ageless blogs who interact with me or my writing will be blocked.
Hoseok holds his plastic cup to his lips, knowing full well he emptied it half an hour ago. As he does, he peers over the top of it at the keg in the kitchen. It’s no more than a few meters away; it’s already been tapped. It would be so easy to cross the living room and top up, but he’s frozen. Worse, he’s staring.
He can hear Jimin talking — his ears work just fine, thanks — but he isn’t processing a single thing being said to him. That staggered, surprisingly quick rate of speech can’t hold Hoseok’s attention, and somehow, Jimin doesn’t seem to notice that his captive audience is otherwise captivated. 
Well, Hoseok assumes he hasn’t noticed. 
Any idiot with eyes can see that Hoseok’s been holding that cup to his mouth for far longer than it would take a person to down its contents — if it even had any. Instead, he bites down on the lip of that cup with squinted eyes, focus zeroed in on the keg.
Well, the person standing directly behind the keg.
“Are you going to talk to them, or are you just going to drool?” Jimin smirks, jabbing his elbow impishly into Hoseok’s ribs. The elder hisses in response to the unexpected contact but says nothing; the sound of his expelled air multiplies as it echoes through his cup.
“Seriously, that look on your face is clinical. Blink twice if you need medical attention.”
Embarrassed, Hoseok jerks his neck to glare at Jimin. The sudden movement pulls the plastic cup from the vice grip of his teeth. A loud click erupts when it slips past his incisors, and it startles them both. 
“Fuck,” he mutters. Two fingers fly up to his lips, rubbing half-heartedly at the emerging soreness below them. 
Jimin’s eyebrows raise expectantly while he waits on a substantive reply; he isn’t likely to get one. Still, his blinks come in slow-motion, eyelids heavy under the weight of his intoxication. Slurring just a little, he offers, “Maybe it’s weird for you to just walk over and introduce yourself, but it’s way weirder to gawk at them for twenty minutes without saying a word.”
Jimin’s right, and Hoseok knows he’s right, but something is making his knees wobble, and he can’t bring himself to move. Not towards the keg, not towards you. Though he’s never been shy, he’s never felt this boneless before.
“I don’t even know their name,” he mutters, as if it’s a viable excuse. Even he doesn’t buy it.
Up ahead, you sit crooked on the kitchen counter without paying any attention whatsoever to the loudness around you. One leg dangles from the counter’s height while the other is bent, tucked comfortably underneath the hinge of your knee. Your elbow rests on the sill of the open window behind you, adjoining hand propping your head up. 
And because it’s somehow possible to look even more effortless, your hair flutters ever-so-slightly upon the breeze.
Your free hand grips a coffee mug — a Snoopy mug, no less — though its contents certainly aren’t coffee, and the ceramic rests gently upon your leg. Even from several meters away, Hoseok can see the condensation dripping down from that mug, down the side of your thigh. He watches a bead of water roll down, down, down, out of sight. He swallows hard.
Jimin snickers at the slack-jawed boy beside him. Pointing one hand lazily at you in the distance, he drops your name with an odd reverence. Somehow, it feels appropriate. Still, Hoseok’s own — frantic —  hand reaches out and pulls Jimin’s down to his side.
Subtlety has never been Jimin’s strong suit.
“Transferred here at the start of spring semester, so you just missed them, lover boy.”
Hoseok, whose graduation ceremony concluded mere hours ago, swats Jimin’s hands away as tickling fingers attack his side.
“They’re terrifying,” Jimin continues, unprompted. 
Hoseok wonders how the fuck this is supposed to be reassuring. If Jimin’s coaxing him to talk to you, why would he lead with this? 
Jimin course-corrects. “Not in, like, the kind of way that should make you fear for your safety, of course.”
Hoseok is puzzled and it’s palpable. His brows furrow as he questions, “So, what, then? They won’t hit me, but they might steal my wallet?”
Jimin hums thoughtfully before responding. Hoseok figures he’s trying to access the part of his brain not currently steeped in gas station rum.
“It’s hard to explain,” he sighs, unhelpful. “They’re a bit chaotic, and honestly, it intimidates the shit out of me whenever I find someone more charismatic than me.”
Hoseok shoots his friend a pointed look.
Jimin scoffs, “What? It’s rare.” He lifts his hands in self-defense, albeit lazily, then adds, “Not mean or anything, just a wild card.”
“If you’re scared to talk to them, why should I?” Hoseok asks, incredulous.
Jimin simply shrugs. Unhelpful. With a frustrated groan, Hoseok chucks his cup at the overfilled trash can in the corner. It bounces off the top of the pile and lands lamely on the hardwood. Hoseok frowns.
Tired of his stalling, Jimin stumbles behind Hoseok and pushes at his shoulder blades. Hoseok trips off towards the kitchen, wholly unable to stop his momentum before crashing into the table. Upon impact, several stacks of cups clatter down around his feet. The beer bank —  a jar full of loose change collected to cover the cost of the keg — wobbles ominously.
He can’t react quickly enough to catch it; it tips over and shatters on the floor. Behind him, someone pauses the stereo while everyone else boos. 
“Party foul!” A voice shouts from nowhere. It sounds a lot like Seokjin, to no one’s surprise.
Within seconds, Hoseok is pelted with empty cups, beer pong balls, and other assorted garbage. As the trash ricochets off him, his face burns, blushing beet red. That embarrassment bites at the tips of his ears, which poke out under the beanie shoved down over his hair. 
To be clear, Hoseok doesn’t give a shit or fuck about the people roasting him — loudly and with vigor — behind his back. He does, however, give a massive shit about your bemused gaze, which is now fixed squarely on him.
Your mouth is frozen in the shape of an “o,” but it quickly thaws when you hop down from your perch and grab the dish rag hanging off the oven handle behind you. You trot over to him like a field medic and, as you do, any grasp he has of the Korean language goes flying out that open window behind you. 
“If I had a won for everything I’ve broken, I could’ve paid for the keg myself.” 
The force of your giggle damn near knocks him prone. 
When you crouch down to assess the damage, Hoseok joins you automatically. He still hasn’t said a word by the time you begin sweeping shards of glass into the towel; and he’s still unwillingly mute when you prick your finger. The words are still missing when you press your tongue flush against the nick left behind, pink on red. 
For good fucking reason, you’re puzzled by his silence. Hoseok gets the impression that you aren’t used to one-sided conversations, but he’s having a hell of a time forming coherent thoughts.
You just walk around looking like this all the time? And what, everyone else just has to deal with it?
“Oh shit!” You suddenly exclaim, though your words are close to incomprehensible with your tongue indisposed.
Realizing this, you pull your finger away from your mouth and instead pinch it hard against the hem of your denim shorts. Your face is awash with embarrassment, and that makes your tone soften significantly. Almost whispering, you say, “Someone said there’s an international student here, doesn’t understand a word of Korean. Is that you?”
Hoseok snorts. “If it was, how would I know you’d asked?”
You cringe, sigh forlornly at your own fuck up, and drop into a seated position. Thankfully, you manage to steer clear of the jar’s remnants as you do — though Hoseok would’ve readily volunteered to help remove any glass that may have gotten stuck to the back of your thighs. 
Your breezy laugh floats into the distance between the two of you, smelling like pineapple juice and vodka. Hoseok has never encountered someone who embodied summer so completely. Now, he’s warm all over.
“Don’t ask how I made it three years into a bachelor’s degree while being this much of a babo,” you warn him. “It’s a mystery to me, too.”
You squint one eye and scrunch your nose. The smattering of freckles on your cheeks slips into the creases of your grimace. A smile tugs at Hoseok’s lips, though he tries very hard to conceal it. 
“But now that I know you do speak Korean, I don’t see any reason why I can’t know your name.”
Jesus.
Jimin was right.
You are a pistol — and goddamn, does he love it.
“Hoseok,” he says finally. He holds out a hand for you to shake, but you grab it, pull it, and nearly send him falling face first into your lap. He sputters, all the while, “Aish! What are you —”
You run your index finger over a crease in his palm, near his thumb. It tickles; his own fingers twitch reflexively under your touch. You chew on your bottom lip, deep in thought. Hoseok is enthralled. 
“Had a rough go of it, Hoseok?”
His eyes widen, brows shooting up into his hairline. “I – what?”
“The lines on your palm are telling me you’ve got a luck problem,” you explain casually, not looking up from his hand.
You offer nothing further except a thoughtful hum. Without letting go of his hand, your twinkling eyes blink up at him from under a thick curtain of black eyelashes.
“Better turn that around, yeah?”
All he can do is stare. He’s dumbstruck, and you haven’t even introduced yourself yet.
Tragically, you let go of his hand and flick your hair over your bare shoulder. As if you can read his thoughts, you beam and state your name. Then, with your head tilting curiously to one side, you smirk. “But you’re in my kitchen, so I hope that’s not news to you.”
“Nice to meet you,” he starts. And before he can stop himself, he finishes with, “I think I love you.”
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My Love, My Heart. Happy Birthday.
Anon request:
Something for Hoseok’s birthday. I loved your Jimin birthday fic.
Wordcount: 2.7K
Description: It’s your boyfriends birthday and you want to spoil him and make sure he has the best day possible.
A/N: Happy Birthday to Hobi. I adore him and he means so much to me, I’ve been listening to Hope World and Jack in the box on repeat all month long. This is my first Hobi and I loved writing for this couple. Also thing you for your love of my Jimin. I sort of regret I took the smut out, but just wanted some fluff.
designereader x dancerHobi au
Warning: Fluff all around. Slightly suggestive language but not actual smut.
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Waking up before your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but coo softly at his sweet sleeping face. You brushed his hair out of his face, rubbing the pads of your thumb on his cheek, causing a soft sigh to pass from his lips.
He smiled softly, snuggling closer to his pillow. Grinning, you pressed a quick kiss to his, sliding out of bed. It was his birthday and you wanted to make sure he had a perfect day. You had everything planned out in a list on your phone.
Almost oversleeping, you were slightly behind schedule, but Hobi got home late from his studio last night's beat and was ready to pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow, so you were confident he would sleep long enough for you to make breakfast and finish the cake.
You spend all yesterday taking a cake-making course via the phone from your grandmother and after one failed try, the second came out perfect but you had yet to decorate it. Only because you knew Hobi was a little snoop and would have tried to find it.
Boiling the water for the Seaweed soup, you chopped onions, garlic, and beef quickly, humming softly to some soft rock in the background. While you wouldn’t say you were the best cook you knew your way around the kitchen. 
As a designer you liked creating things out of nothing, designing for a person was like cooking. There were instructions to do things, but so much room for personal creativity. You were sure in another life you were a chef instead of a designer.
Or maybe you would be a dancer, like your boyfriend. You grew up in the ballet world, with a ballerina as a mother, and she had you dancing as soon as you could walk. When you first moved to Seoul for school with a group of friends you met him. While you were focusing on designing, most of your friends were still dancing and introduced you to Hoseok.
He was more into hip-hop and street-style dancing, but the way he moved was mesmerizing. You bonded over your love of dancing and before long you were falling in love with him. Luckily, Hobi felt the same, and after university, you two moved in together. He opened a dance studio and you started your business. 
You weren’t married yet, it wasn’t something completely important right now. You loved each other and a piece of paper wasn’t going to change that, plus you wanted to save up for your dream wedding.
You’ve spent plenty of birthdays together, but you still liked to make each one special, and if things worked out, this would be would amazing. Humming along with the music, you mentally ran through your list, checking the soup when strong arms wrapped around your waist.
 “You left me,” Hobi yawned, giving you a little squeeze. 
“Left you? You were asleep, gorgeous. I was making your birthday breakfast,” you chortled, turning around to kiss him sweetly.
Hobi’s wrapped his arm around your back, pulling your body closer as he kissed you back lovingly. He rubbed your back as he hummed happily reveling in your love and affection. You kissed for a few minutes until your lungs begged for breath.
“Happy birthday, Hobi,” you said as you stroked his cheeks, cupping the back of his neck. You stayed pressed against him, all your planning leaving your mind as you stared at him.
Flushing embarrassingly at your attention, even after years together, he ducked his head into your shoulder. “Thank you, aegiya. I’m happy to spend my day with you,” he whispered.
“Oh, Hobi-ah. You are so cute, so cute.” You couldn’t help but tease him. He was beyond adorable.
He chuckled, hugging you closer. “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m sorry, you are just adorable. I have the most adorable boyfriend in the world,” You proclaimed, kissing him again.
“My girlfriend is the most adorable in the world,” he corrected, pecking your lips before looking at the stove.
“Ahhh, Seaweed soup, beef. Ohhh you are spoiling me,” he said excitedly, rubbing his hands together. His whole face lit up, and his eyes crinkled as he unwrapped himself from you. 
Smiling at his excitement you moved to set the table. “There is also rice and baechu kimchi in the refrigerator, can you get it for me, baby?” You asked.
Without a word, you and Hobi moved around the kitchen in perfect sync as you set your table. Grabbing coffee cups, bowls, and dishes. Once everything was set, you moved to sit next to Hobi, grabbing his bowl to add soup.
“Aegiya, you don’t have to,” he protested, trying to grab the bowl.
“Hey hey-” you slapped his hand away -” It’s my baby’s birthday, I will serve him food. It’s your day.”
He had another noise of protest in the back of his throat but he didn’t try to stop you. He was secretly pleased and loved when you spoiled him and took care of him. He was a pleaser who loved taking care of all his friends and family, he didn’t mind caring for them, but you were the one that took care of him.
You passed him the bowl before grabbing your own, smelling the soup. “I don’t want to blow my own horn, but this smells amazing.”
“Better than last year?” He asked, smelling the soup, and groaning softly.
“Last year with seafood was great, I doubt it will top that.”
“Your cooking is phenomenal, I’m sure I will love it,” he said.
You both ate in comfortable silence, occasionally feeding each other or talking about work. Slowly, you two shifted closer until you were basically sitting on each other lap. “So what is the plan for the day? I’ve been happily ignoring all your “secret” planning?” He teased, bumping his shoulder into yours.
“Oppa,” you whined. “You are not supposed to know anything.”
“I don’t know anything. I promise I promise,” he said repeatedly kissing the side of your head. “I’m just excited.” He grinned.
You smirked, getting up and carrying the dishes to the sink. “Aegiya?”
Ignoring him, you started washing the dishes. “You should go shower, and then I will have a surprise for you when you are done.”
“A surprise?” He asked suggestively, hands moving to your waist, pressing himself up against you.
“Hoseok,” You said with widened eyes, slapping his hands away. “Naughty naughty, Jung Hoseok.” You teased. “I meant a present on the bad. An actual present, not me in a bow,” you laughed.
“Can’t say I’m not disappointed,” he said, placing a heated kiss on your neck. ‘I’ll be in the shower. If you would like to join me.”
“Very tempting, I might take you up on that.”
Once he was gone, you pulled out the cake getting to work on decorating it with white icing and red hearts. The cake was a chocolate strawberry cake and you couldn’t wait to show him and preyed that it taste great.
After a joint shower, that put you way behind schedule, you wrapped a towel around your body going into the closet, and pulling out two birthday bags. A small one with a bracelet and another with a cute gym bag and a white sweater.
“Okay, baby it’s time to open the presents,” you said happily putting the bags on his lap. Still wrapped in his own towel he smiled, cupping the side of your face. 
“I know I am going to love whatever you got me, so thank you,” he said, kissing you.
“So sweet, Oppa,” you mumbled against his lips. “Now open them up.”
First with the bracelet. He gasped hugging you close to him, “I love it, I love it, I love it,” he gushed, slipping it on his wrist. “Look at how good it looks. You are the best at shopping for me. You know me so well.”
“It’s because I love you so much. I love shopping for you and buying you gifts. Love spoiling my Hobi Oppa,” you grinned, loving his praise.
“Now what is in here?” He teased, grabbing the bigger bag, and playfully shaking it a few times before pulling out the gym bag. “My old strap broke a few days ago, I tried to tie it back together,” he said.
“I know. I noticed it was torn a bit a few weeks ago; So I brought you a new one. It has so many pockets and I just knew you would love it.”
“I do. So much, though not as much as I love you,” he said, wiggling his eyebrow.
“Turn 29 and become very suggestive, I see.” You joked.
“You love it.”
“Oh. I do, you are my favorite person. Now on to the next one, it’s my favorite.” You were buzzing with excitement. 
“I’m getting to it,” he chuckled. “So impatient,” he said, clicking his tongue and pulling out the white sweater with the broken heart and bandage. “Ohhh. It’s just my style and taste. The color with some jeans, maybe some shorts?” He said, holding it against him.
“Are you the designer or me?” You teased, getting up off the bed and opening your dresser. “But look it gets better,” You said turning around and showing him the matching one you brought for yourself.
Gasping, Hobi got up from the bed. “Baby. You got us matching sweaters? Really? I love it and I love you.” Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled you close, attacking you with kisses. You giggled basking in his kisses, you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting your towel fall.
“Ah? Another gift?” He teased, tossing you into the bed and climbing onto you.
Your legs opened allowing him to run his hands up and down your thighs as he moved between them. “I love your thighs so much. Have I told you that, so soft and love gripping them, kissing them, digging my fingers into them, biting them,” he growled softly, as he bit them.
“We have a plan for the day, Hobi,” you said, moaning softly, making no move to stop him.
“Plans are made to be broken?” He whispered between your thighs. “And it’s my birthday.”
By the time you both left the bedroom, the sun was setting and you both were more than a little hungry. You dressed in your new sweater and grabbed your phone, wincing at how many texts you had for Yoongi and Jin.
You planned a dinner party on the beach with Hobi’s closest friend and were meant to text them about setup. Luckily it seemed they figured it out but they were close to driving to your home. Your face flushed thinking about the possibility of them coming over and finding you two.
“Oppa, we are so behind schedule and my thighs ache,” you said when he came into the living room.
He smirked proudly, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Are you complaining, baby?” 
You shivered. “No, just you’ll have to make it up to me later,” you said, kissing his jaw.
Taking your hand he kissed the back of it. “Let’s take a picture and then we can go. We have to show off our matching fit. Make all the people jealous of how cute we are,” he grinned.
“We both know you are taking photos for yourself. Gonna put them on mugs for Christmas,” you teased, letting him pull you to the mirror and pose for pictures.
“Mugs? That’s a good idea,” he said, snapping dozens of pictures. “Oh this one is perfect, I will make it my background photo on everything.”
“Send them to me as well.”
“Of course, Aegiya. We need matching wallpaper as well,” He said, grabbing your hand, leaning down, and kissing your nose.
Cupping his jaw, you kissed his lips. “We should get matching hats to go with our sweaters,” you said pulling away.
“This is why you are the love of my life,” he joked. Laughing as you huffed and pulled him to the kitchen. 
“Okay we are going to be late, so let’s get the cake and go,” you said. 
“Can I see it?”
Nodding, you lifted the top. “I decorated myself, what do you think?” You asked nervously.
He smiled widely, his whole being a bright light. Your happy little sunshine. “Are you kidding me? This is amazing. So well decorated. As if I doubted your talents. I can’t wait to taste it.” Hobi pressed a kiss to your cheek. “My talented girlfriend.”
Smiling blissfully at Hobi, you pulled him in for another bruising kiss. One full of desperation and love. Every time you kissed him it felt like the first time you kissed him. The butterflies and anticipation and the thrill of him being near you. You kissed until you needed to breathe, but you didn’t separate from him long.
“Shall we blow off the plans and stay here, make use of the sofa?” He asked, coyly.
“Hobi-ah. You are really insatiable today,” you teased, pecking his lips.
“New Year, new me?” He joked.
“As much as I would like that. There are people waiting for us,” you said, closing the cake back up and squeezing his hand. “Let’s go, I’m starving. And before you ask, I am driving no arguing.”
Hobi pouted but didn’t say a thing as you walked outside, getting into the car. “Don’t pout you don’t even know where we are going,” you laughed, putting the cake on his lap.
“I like driving you around.”
“And I like you driving, but it’s a surprise. I even have a blindfold you.” With your words you pulled out a blindfold, leaning over to tie it around his eyes.
“Kinky.”
“Shush Hoba,” you laughed, pulling out of the driveway.
Arriving at the beach you got out of the car, open the door for your boyfriend, and helped him out of the car.
“Why do I feel like you are leading me to my death,” he teased, though his hands were out in front of him trying to grasp something. Grinning, Jin came out behind him, grabbing his sides.
“Oh shitt what is that?” Hobi shouted, almost jumping a foot in the air. 
“Ah, Hobi so scary all the time,” Jin said bent over in laughter.
“Oh, Jin. You almost gave me a heart attack,” Hobi said laughing.
“I am just lucky I took the cake from you first,” you said, untying his eyes.
His laughter died in his throat when he saw set up. His eyes filled with tears and he covered his mouth with his hand. “Aegiya…” He whispered, his face contorted from happy to overwhelmed.
“Oh Hobi,” you said, wrapping your arms around him as he sniffled and laid his head on your shoulder. You squeezed him tightly, rubbing his back. “I love you so much, Hobi. You deserve to have a nice night with friends.”
“Yeah, Hobi. We all love you and are happy to be here,” Jin said, joining the hug. The rest of the gang crowded around you all, offering Hobi words of encouragement. The group hug lasted a few minutes before he was able to get his bearings.
“Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to cry,” he chuckled, wiping his eyes.
“Don’t apologize,hyung. We understand, we are just happy that you are happy,” Jimin said, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. 
The youngest of the group, Jungkoon wiped his own eyes. “You almost had me crying, hyung. If you cry at my gift, I’ll be done for it,” he teased.
“Okay. I’ll try to keep the tears at bay,” Hobi promised walking over to the dinner set up, and sitting down. “It means a lot to me that you are all here.”
“There is no place we would rather be,” You said, sitting next to him. Taking his hand you kissed his palm. “We love you,” you mumbled.
“Okay okay enough sad talk, how about a toast to the birthday boy?” Yoongi said, pouring everyone a drink.
“To Hoseok-hyung the best dancer and the best friend everyone could ask for,” Namjoon said.
“To hyung, the best of the best. No one I rather dance with,” Jimin said.
“Hobi-hyungie I love you,” Taehyung added.
“Hoba. You are the glue to our friendship. Always looking out for us,” Yoongi said.
“Hobi-hyung, my life is better because you are in it,” Jungkook said, sniffling.
“To Hobi our dearest friend, my partner in crime,” Jin said, raising his glass.
“Oppa, I love you and I can’t fathom not having you in my life,” you finished.
“To Hobi,” you all cheered.
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3:20 AM - Hoseok
"You're drinking a lot," You noted softly.
Your voice gave away how anxious you were and you looked down at your hands to avoid looking at him, staring at the way they were shaking. 
Hoseok had wandered to your apartment one night, banging on the door drunk and alone. The night before, he had blown up your phone with texts asking if you wanted to come drinking with him, the night before he hadn't done either- just called you when he needed a ride home and said he missed the last train.
But this time- he made it all the way to your door and flopped to the ground as soon as you opened the door. You peered down at him, looking on as he laughed at himself, wincing when he propped himself up.
"Yeah? You think so?" He replied with a humorless laugh, staggering up to his feet again. He rolled his shoulders, cracking the sides of his neck before approaching you slowly. "I'm just trying to relax. Take a load off- have some fun for once."
"I didn't know you were stressed," You said, looking up at him. 
He was standing close enough for you to smell the alcohol and cigarettes floating off of him but somewhere under the grime of nightlife, Hoseok was still there. Under the harsh line of his brow and the stubborn set of his jaw you could tell his eyes were tired. You hadn't ever seen them so empty, staring at a random spot of the wall with absolutely no intention set behind them.
You wondered if it worked- if the alcohol really did help him feel better. You wanted to reach out and touch him. He was right there, theoretically you could. You wanted to flatten a hand against his chest and feel his heart beating. You wanted to use the other one to hold his face and touch how soft his cheek must be. You could theoretically do that right now, but you didn't in fear that he would flinch away. That would hurt you so bad you didn't dare risk it.
After all, the two of you hadn't ever moved past the technical term of friendship even though you had kissed once and sometimes you felt like...maybe it could be more.
"Oh yeah, I'm a little stressed. Guess I forgot to mention it," He grumbled, "Gonna go shower."
You watched him stumble towards the bathroom, already pulling at the button of his pants. Could he stay upright long enough for that?
"C-Can I join?" You asked tentatively, your voice soft and nervous.
He turned on his heel, peering back at you with a confused expression on his face. It was a bold move, but you didn't have much to lose at this point.
"I won't try anything funny," You joked dryly, rewarded by Hoseok quirking his lips into a small smile.
"Sure, you can join."
You followed him in, nervously shedding your clothes and stepping into the still frigid water. You hissed in reaction, peering to look around Hoseok's arm to see he hadn't even bothered turning the knob to heat the water.
"You always take cold showers?" You mumbled, turning the knob towards the warmer side.
"When I'm trying to sober up, yeah," He slurred, rubbing water out of his eyes. 
You let your eyes wander down his body. His thin frame was hunched over, letting the water hit the back of his neck and run down. It was strange- you thought the first time you'd see him naked would be under different circumstances. 
You wondered if he could tell that you loved him right now, without a shred of clothing to hide yourself from him. 
"C'mere," You whispered, anchoring on hand on his firm bicep and the other on his neck. You guided his head to rest on your shoulder, letting him put his weight on you. 
Hoseok let out a ragged breath, the sound of his palm slamming flat against the shower wall behind your head bouncing around. 
"I've been so tired," He whispered. 
"That's okay," You acknowledged, "You can rest now."
"Can I?" He asked, picking his head up to look you square in the eyes. They weren't empty anymore- no they were anything but. He looked as if he was pleading, begging you for something you had no clue that you could give him. 
Could you make him feel better?
You wanted to. Was this better for him- you being with him? 
"Of course," You nodded, feigning complete confidence.
You showered slowly, scrubbing his body down slowly until he sobered up some, taking the sponge from your hand with a shy look on his face and doing the same for you. You let out a shallow sigh edging on a moan when he ran his hands through your wet hair, working product in and rinsing it out with the upmost care.
He smiled when he heard the effect his touch had on you, his lips resting on the top of your shoulder breaking into a smile, "I'm gonna turn the water cold for a second."
"Why?" You asked, peering back towards him. His long fingers pushed your head straight so you couldn't see him from behind you quickly, laughing when you let out an annoyed noise.
"Got a little too sober," He replied dryly before blasting the two of you with cold water.
You jumped at the change in temperature and snuck a glance behind you when he was distracted, cheeks reddening when you realized what he meant.
Neither one of you said much else, touching each other tentatively and cautiously. You handed him a towel and got him clothes to change into, falling into bed next to him quickly. 
Hoseok immediately covered your body with his under the sheets, wrapping a limber arm around your waist and resting his head above your heart. His leg hiked up around hours, effectively using you as his own body pillow- not that you minded much. 
The pressure felt nice and soothed any residual anxiety you had. You carded your fingers through Hoseok's damp hair, "You should drink water before going to sleep."
"You should let me hold you like this every night," He countered, "This is way better."
Way better.
You didn't know what you were to Hoseok or what he was to you, but knowing that you helped him calm down was enough. 
For now, at least.
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BTS Reaction : Eid Edition
Note: In case of V it's in continuation/ same universe as Ramadan Reaction, feel free to check that out first.
Reader is Muslim and friends with BTS
BEFORE YOU READ:-
There are two Eids, one marking the end of Ramadan (the Holy month in which Muslims fast)-> Eid ul Fitr also called the sweet eid because sweets are the focus at meals and the other is Eid ul Adha marked by the end of Hajj (the holy pilgrimage that is done at a specific time) 7
Other meanings given at the end. If something is confusing please let me know. I've tried to make it accurate to the best of my knowledge.
Read also : BTS Ramadan Reaction
Warning ⚠️: Don't like Don't read.
Kim Namjoon
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On one of the many conversations you had had with Namjoon you had mentioned how back home you waited to watch the moon on the last day of Ramadan.
The crescent that showed up indicated Eid-ul- Fitr.
Still you were surprised when he showed up at your apartment with a picnic set, carefully buying and ordering *halal food and snacks.
"Surprise."
You would be more excited if you weren't exhausted to the bone as exciting as Ramadan was it did catch up on your energy levels. Also the prospect of cleaning on Eid was less exciting since you really didn't have any great plans for Eid. It didn't seem exciting if you were alone.
Still Namjoon showing up was like an Eid Miracle.
So on what might had ended as a bittersweet night ended up in a fun night where you hung out in a camp site waiting for the moon to show and roasting things in the camp fire and discussing everything under the stars.
And when the moon finally showed up your smile resembled it.
Kim Seokjin
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⚠️ don't come at me !!!
Seokjin had accompanied you to your house before but nothing could prepare him for the feast that was whipped up on Eid.
"Auntie, its delicious." He complimented mouth stuffed.
"Have some more, kids these days eat so little."
"Auntie honestly if I knew I was going to get such delicious food I would have come starving. It really is good."
Your mother is pleased. So she packs food for him.
"You really need to give me the recipe Auntie. " He tells her.
"Whenever you want to eat I will cook for you."
"Ah he's so nice if he were a Muslim boy I'd have gotten you married." Your mother tells you in your native toungue.
"Nah never."
"What did she say?"
"Trust me you don't want to know."
"Is she saying we should get married?" He jokes .
"How did you know?" You say flabbergasted
"Aren't I a dream son in law?" He winks
You make a gagging sound to let him know exactly what you think about that.
Your mom hits your arm at your 'misbehaviour' in front of guests.
"Don't act to smartly, my mom regularly speaks to the mom's of my Korean friends, you might just find yourself married." You tell him threat evident.
"You won't do that to me."
You look at him so as to say 'try me'.
He gulps nervously.
Min Yoongi
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Days before Eid you had been at the height of excitement. You had gotten approval on your leave and had your tickets booked too. Except because of a work emergency you had to cancel your plans.
Atleast it was a Sunday on Eid. Your family was miffed too.
So when on a Sunday you got a call from work you were ready to throw your phone. Except you were an adult with bills who couldn't act so childishly.
Apparently someone had forgotten to save the files you had all worked overtime on.
In the end duty called still you decided to atleast wear your eid outfit who cares if people on the public transport looked at you.
What you weren't expecting was decorations in the meeting room and a feast spread out. And streamers released the moment you stepped in.
You did end up tearing up. Apparently, Yoongi your office bestfriend had talked to your boss and other colleagues since everyone felt bad for you because you couldn't enjoy your well deserved leave.
You later come to know Yoongi had pulled an all nighter and made the food himself as the rest of the office decorated the meeting room and it had been tough to hide this from you.
He even had to go on an extra shopping trip to gather all ingredients. Still it was worth it seeing you so brightened instead of disappointed as you had been previously slaving away.
"Is it good?" Yoongi asked.
"A+" You returned
"Eid Mubarak Y/nie."
"Eid Mubarak Yoongi-ah."
Jung Hoseok
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Hoseok was always a social person and so when you invited him along to the Eid Party organised by the International Students committee. He had no reason to say no.
For Him it was a day of discoveries. He dressed up nicely but conservatively because that seemed like a theme with you, his sole source of information.
For the most part you had been busy with the preparation along with other members busy coordinating events and activities. You didn't have time to hang out with Hoseok and your other Korean classmates/ friends.
Hobi had shown up timely at the event.
"Eid Mubarak y/n." He said and gave you flowers because he had no idea about Eid Customs but every one liked flowers right?
"Thank you Hobi, thanks for coming."
You had introduced him to other people all of them dressed differently he noted.
"You look good." You said to your friend.
"Say 'Mashallah' Y/n."
"Sorry, Mashallah you are looking gorgeous."
"What does that mean?" Hoseok asks.
"It means basically like it's to protect you from evil eye." You reply.
"It is basically what God has willed so in this case like God willed some should look nice. Another term that is used is Subhanallah that means God is beautiful and used to say like .. um God is beautiful and likes beautiful things."
"That makes sense but also all of you are wearing different clothes...Don't you have a Muslim dress?" Hoseok questioned.
Someone laughed at the question and another person elbowed them.
"Hoseok there is nothing like Muslim dress we all belong to different ethnicities and dress and even eat different foods so we have things which aren't allowed for eg pork and alcohol but otherwise Islam is a religion, Muslims are followers and having same religion doesn't mean we are same culturally like a Christian from the west isn't a copy of one from the east." The head of the committee explained.
"Oh that makes sense." Hobi replied.
"That reminds me there's a dabke* dance performance soon. Y/n told us you're into dancing. You might like it."
And like it Hoseok did.
Jimin
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On the day before Eid, Jimin asks if you want to try donuts at this new shop. You agree. Since it's near to the shop you're going to buy henna cones at.
First you go to buy henna and then eat donuts with which Jimin would have no problem except you seem lost in the phone busy looking up designs.
"Come on Y/n. Look at me, your phone is always with you."
"Sorry its just I need to figure out a good design."
Jimin pouts.
"Sorry Jiminie. I will pay attention. Happy now."
"Hmm fine."
Just then your phone rang. It was your mom.
"It's my mom give me aminute."
"Assalamualaikum.*" You said answering the phone.
"Walaikumassalam* I sent you your Eidi* Check your bank account."
"Thank you. I'm outside so I will check and text you ok?"
"Ok and eat something nice ok. Then let me know."
"Inshallah (If God wills) . Bye." You say cutting the phone.
"What happened?" Jimin asks.
"I'm rich for today do you want me to get you coffee." You ask
He raises a brow.
"I got gift money for Eid and since I'm going to a relatives house tomorrow I'm going to be loaded."
"Lucky you."
"You want to come?" You ask
"Won't it be awkward?" He returns.
"No its eid." You reply as if it explained everything.
And it wasn't awkward at all. Somehow he fit in perfectly. the house cat marked Jimins lap as his territory and Jimin spent most of the time petting him. Your cousins liked him and you were sure one of them developed a crush on him.
Taehyung
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Taehyung wasn't expecting to be woke up so early after spending his night on video gaming.
Still there you were, with unidentified people standing behind you. Two females, one male and a so cute baby.
You introduce them as your aunt, your cousin and her family who had come to visit Korea for Eid Vacation but a miscommunication had messed up the hotel booking so needed accommodation for the day.
He would have said no but your kicked kitten look and a cute baby he could play with were too hard to resist.
So he opened his home turned the sofa bed into a bed and showed him the bathroom and went to sleep.
He woke up late noon. His drawing room clean and empty. He decided to check up on you.
On knocking your cousin's husband opened the door. Your house was lively and full of aromas. The female army he assumed was in the kitchen because he could hear voices from there.
Taehyung played with the little baby while your cousins husband set the dining table bringing foods from the kitchen.
Finally you came out cheeks stretching with a smile he didn't know you were capable of having.
"Thank you Taehyungie. Here have a date."
You said handing him a platter of stuffed dates.
He finally paid attention to the feast spread on the table. He didn't know names of many things.
"It's nice." He said.
Your aunt came from the kitchen and said something to you. You nodded.
You brought a plate.
"Do you want me to give you a selection or do you want to try taking yourself? "
So he filled his plate with sweets and other items.
One bite and he was in heaven.
You laughed and his facial expression.
"You liked it yes? Happy sweet eid Taehyung."
"Happy eid!! Everyone." He says.
"Eid Mubarak." Your family responds.
Your aunt says something to you.
"My aunt is grateful you let my cousin in law sleep at your home."
"It's ok. Its my pleasure. The food she cooked is very good, tell her that."
"How do you know I didn't cook it."
"I have tasted your cooking and to be fair..."
"Not a word Kim Taehyung if you know what's better for you."
Your cousin comes out. The family is leaving joining the tour they had come for. She hands you the gifts they had brought for you. Your Eidi.
Aunty gave Taehyung an envelope with Eidi too.
"Eid gift." You supplied before he asked. He nodded and let her pat his head.
She patted your head too. Then they left. Taehyung was very sad to part with the baby. Still you both had a lot of food to taste test.
"You have a lot of energy even after fasting the whole month." Taehyung commented remembering his attempt at fasting.
"I mean it's Eid after all. Oh and do you want to have dinner here or at home?" You ask.
"Can I call my friends over, they planned to crash at my place?" He asks.
"Sure, my friends are coming too."
"Oh."
"You didn't think all this food was for only the two of us did you?"
Jeon Jungkook
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Jungkook had accompanied you to *home country* since he had always wanted to discover new places.
So when you booked your tickets for Eid Ul Adha.
All of it was a new experience for him. His new routine included the special element of feeding the goat which had come for slaughter.
You were worried he would get too emotionally attached. You remembered a younger you who was the same. Excited to have a pet goat and then on the day of Eid, learn it had turned into your favourite meal. The world was not a kind place.
At least your parents didn't make you watch, you had heard how some kids were woken up at dawn to be shown the sight. 'To strengthen their hearts' the old wives say. Others say 'it's so that you don't waste your food'.
Of course you know the story behind the slaughter.
So you told Jungkook as a way of comforting him when you broke the news.
"When God had asked his messenger to to slaughter what was the most dearest to him and he had sacrificed 10 camels and he still had that dream so he slaughtered 100 camels. God through his dreams still insisted what was 'most precious' to him. Then He'd decided to sacrifice his son who had been born towards the end of his life when he and his wife were convinced they were barren, who agreed to be the sacrifice but at the last moment God had replaced the messengers son with a ram. And now Muslims all over the world sacrifice animals for the same."***
"Oh I didn't know."
Your mother called you handing you the meat that was distributed. All the males of the house had left for the Eid Prayers.
Jungkook helped pick some up.
"Who do we give this too?" He asks.
"Basically the meat is divided into three parts. One third for the family, one third for the poor and needy and one third for relatives and neighbours."
Jungkook nodded doe eyes wide soaking up the information.
When you both did return from the rounds your weight didn't actually reduce because you recieved some from most houses you went to and you were sure Jungkook was having sugar rush from everyone feeding you sweets and you both even got Eidi from he older ladies.
Eid Mubarak indeed.
Jungkooks adventures however were far from over.
Dressed up and doused in Itr (pefume oil) and wearing a cap your father had gifted Jungkook which was going to be abandoned because it was hot outside, he was ready to fit in with the party goers.
Everyone was supposed to be gathered in your house in the evening. Before the sun was down your dad, you and Jungkook ended up setting the barbecue.
Knowing your father's tendency of pushing the hardworking on you because of his 'age'. You called over your cousins to help and dragged Jungkook away. He was a guest afterall.
Slightly bored because you got busy with hosting the evening. Jungkook brought out his camera.
The kids dressed to the nines gathered infront of him indicating that they wanted their pictures taken. Once he started doing so, he was an instant hit among the party.
Still Jungkook was satisfied by his day, he had newfound appreciation for you and cultures different from his own.
When the guest thinned out. You finally had time to sit with him. Eating Lamb skewers.
What could be better than this, good company, tastier food and happy memories.
☆☆☆FIN☆☆☆
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****Important Notice: This is the version of the Tale I remember reading. I cannot quote the source because I didn't find it on top of Internet search results.
MEANINGS
*halal : permitted ; opposite is haram not permitted. For eg pork , alcohol, taking interest in loans are not permitted.
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*dabke : a regional dance form
*Assalamualaikum: peace be upon you , used as a greeting
*Walaikumassalam: peace be upon you too , return of greeting
Wow this was a ride 😳
Hope you liked it.
🌟 eid mubarak🌙
As eidi send me compliments thank you 😊
I swear Jungkook's could be a drabble in itself the amount of restraint I had to show for my own well being. The original ideas were different in some cases like Joon and Jimin but I think these worked well.
Dear @mintsugarmy this is the result of your seduction. It was supposed to be light and simple but then I added information and then I got more ideas so the later reactions got longer.
Also like I didn't want it to be an infomercial but also didn't want to confuse people who read out of curiosity 😅
Do I have regrets? Always, because I don't think I've done justice to this but know I've tried my best.
Hope you have nice day. Borahae 💜💜💜
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