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me and mr. jung | jhs (m)

My embarkation ticket to The Seven Seas Collab hosted by @ressjeon. The deep blue waters can be just as messy as solid ground.

pairing — investor!hoseok x singer!reader summary — Looking to diversify his investments, Jung Hoseok decides that cruise ships are the way to go. To get the lay of the land, he embarks on a promising ship, where one of the beautiful performers has his attention immediately. genre — smut, fluff (ish), forbidden love, love at first sight au rate — 18+ word count — 7.2k warnings — explicit sexual content, pov switch, alcohol intake, power dynamics, masturbation (f), unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating if you squint. author’s note — this fic had so many plot changes, y'all 😭 Alas, it's here with all it's glory. Shoutout to Yannie for putting together this amazing collab, and for brainstorming with me <3 And yes, there will be a part two in the future.

The indigo blue stress ball was at its last leg in Hoseok’s hands. He sat behind his mahogany desk, listening to his financial adviser babble about his personal portfolio. He’d seriously considered spiking his cup, but no amount of bourbon on his coffee could make this meeting interesting.

“Listen, Derek,” Hoseok started, “As much as I love talking about money with you, we’ll have to finish this another time. I have another meeting to attend.”

“Oh, of course, Mr. Jung,” Derek said apologetic, already getting up from his seat. “I’ll reschedule with your secretary.”

With Derek out of his office, Hoseok could finally roll his eyes and take a deep breath. How his father managed to get by day in and day out in this company was a mystery. Taking a short minute to rest, he placed his elbows on his desk, looking at a photo of him and his father. His mom took it on a trip to Disneyland when he was five. With big Mickey Mouse ears, and a smile that looked soldered to his face, all Hoseok wanted was to be like his father. He was sitting on his father’s lap, and the picture looked a little blurred, like he’d be jumping up and down, too excited to sit still.

Many times over the years, Hoseok would come to this very office and see this picture that never left his father’s desk. When dad was in a meeting, he would sit on his leather chair and pretend to make important calls, sometimes indulged by dad’s secretary. All that little boy dreamed about was to be important like his father and make him really proud.

If he only knew then about the boring meetings with stuck-up business associates, and the bootlicking, barely competent employees, maybe he’d rethink his decision to be a hedge fund manager. Yes, he did get the fun part of dressing in tailored suits every day, but the fun would end there most of the time.

Even with a boring job, Hoseok hadn’t noticed that he’d become a workaholic just like his father. Getting home too late to cook dinner, leaving too early for a proper breakfast, eating lunch at a restaurant every day. How does one become a workaholic with such a boring job? Boring job, but having a talent with numbers. Boring job, but being trained by his Ivy League education. Boring job, but being able to accurately predict the market for his clients. Boring job, but fulfilling his own dreams and his father’s dreams. Boring job, nonetheless.

“Amanda,” Hoseok called through the speaker, “Please reschedule my agenda for this afternoon, I’ll take the rest of the day off.”

“Yes, sir. What should I tell them?”

“Just make up an excuse. Once you’re done with that, take the day off as well.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hoseok didn’t give a second thought to his decision, just grabbing his coat and wallet before leaving. His apartment was the only place that came to his mind at that moment. No place else sounded interesting enough.

Turning the keys to his apartment, the first thing he noticed was the mail, piling up on top of his foyer’s accent table. He took them to his couch, determined to sort them out today. He didn’t have anything to do anyway. But by bill number three, he’d given up, laying down and whining into the cushions.

Too many thoughts, too many decisions to make. Should he change his career? If yes, would that tarnish his father’s memory? Would his mom think of him as a traitor? What else was he good at? If he was going to stir the pot, it would have to be something he’s really good at, right? His mind gave him no rest, yet somehow he managed to fall asleep.

Three hours later, his body still felt tired. Hoseok opened his eyes, his gray walls looking like an infinity pool. He had promised himself to buy some art as soon as possible when he moved in. Yet another chore that got pushed back to make room for meetings. He didn’t know if the sun was still up, but the pink hues of the sky clued him in.

Through his peripheral vision, he spotted something colorful on the floor. It was a little too distracting to his eyes. He was still a little disoriented, a little sleepy, but the colorless apartment helped his search.

With blue and gold letters, an invitation.

Sweet Night Cruise Line would like to formally invite Mr. Jung Hoseok to embark on his next business adventure…

The plane from New York to Lisbon went like a blessing. No screaming babies, no dogs, no fighting couple one seat behind, no chatty passenger by his side, he even slept through the whole 7 hours. A first for this Jung. The flight from Lisbon to Málaga went much the same, fairly empty for a Friday afternoon. Hoseok wanted to take this as a good sign.

But the real showstopper was provided by Mr. Kim, sending a limousine for the one hour drive from the airport to the pier. To take the fastest route, the driver avoided the coast, driving through a small highway. He regretted he didn’t get to see much of Málaga, but that went away as they reached Venus Beach. From his window he could see the locals and tourists enjoying the beach views restaurants. He’d promised himself to come back here before his “business trip” ended.

With a keycard in hand and his luggage being delivered to his cabin, Hoseok followed the young concierge escorting him to Mr. Kim, who was hosting a crew member party before the guests arrived the following day.

“Hoseok, look at you all grown up!” Mr. Kim said, coming to greet him at the deck. Hoseok laughed as they shook hands.

“It’s been too long, Mr. Kim. I hope everything is going well,” Even if not fond of small talk, Hoseok always knew to be polite to everyone, especially to his father's close friends.

“They certainly are. Here, have some champagne,” Mr. Kim offered, waving at a nearby waiter. “If you’re not a party man, Hoseok, my crew will most certainly make one out of you,”

“I can imagine, this is looking impressive!” The party was already a rave. Cameras flashed everywhere, and the music was not awful, vanilla jazz like at his office. That already set them apart from the office crowd he knew. The canapés were to die for, the bottles of champagne just kept on coming, and he couldn’t quite see from that far, but he thought he saw some guys setting up a karaoke machine.

“There’s no crew party like Sweet Night’s. Here, let me introduce you to our staff captain.” Mr. Kim guided him towards a tall man. His black hair was carefully pushed back, and he wasn’t wearing his uniform, or anything super formal for that matter, just a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow and gray slacks. He noticed Mr. Kim was also dressed like the captain, just with blue and black variations of colors. He immediately regretted his choice of dressing in a three-piece suit.

“Hoseok, this is our Staff Captain and my nephew Kim Namjoon,” Mr. Kim introduced, “Namjoon, this is Jung Hoseok, a dear friend of mine, and possibly a future investor. He’ll be staying with us for the first half of our trip.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Jung, I’m very pleased to have you aboard. I’m sure you’ll find our accommodations to your taste,”

“Thank you and please call me Hoseok. I’m already feeling like an old overdressed man, and I’m not even 30 yet.” Hoseok joked and they politely laughed.

“Nonsense, you’re dressed just fine. You have good taste in tailoring,” Mr. Kim encouraged. “Would you like a short tour of the ship? I’ll give you a proper guide as the week progresses.”

“Sure, let’s go.”

Mr. Kim showed very little of each floor. He started by going down two levels and introducing the restaurant and dining hall. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he could see the massive staircase leading to the level above it. The walnut wood was delicately carved into banisters and chairs, probably the tables too. The tables were set with cream colored linens, complimenting the blue curtains and the deep brown of the chairs.

Going up a level, he could feel the mood switch. The stage perfectly fitted the space. What Hoseok assumed was a dancing floor, was surrounded by small black tables with four seats each, and two circular bars, with at least fifteen seats. The stage was currently tinted with blue light. It had a piano with a 50’s microphone by the side, with two more on the back. The bars were impressive, each with many LED panels on the back and glass shelves by the sides holding many brands of different liquors.

“This place is bigger than what it looks like right now,” The nephew explained. His deep voice made an echo as they left the empty room. “I would suggest for you to come tomorrow night. It’s 50’s themed, we’re expecting for the dance floor to be full.”

“I’ll certainly come,” Hoseok promised, even though it didn’t sound that promising, as the elevator doors closed behind them.

“And we reach full circle,” Mr. Kim finished the tour. They reached back to the deck, where a big pool and two bars were located. Getting familiarized with the deck, Hoseok looked around, before locking eyes with a familiar face. He knew her from somewhere. He looked puzzled at her, and the woman looked puzzled back. Then realization hit him as they walked closer.

“Daena?” he asked, unsure if it was really her or not. A childhood friend, someone he hasn’t seen in at least 15 years. He saw her last at a pool party at her parents mansion, the summer before 8th grade. Her father was his father’s closest friend in the business world. They’d become attached at the hip for years before Hoseok went to a boarding school in Switzerland.

“Hoseok?” she asked back. When he smiled as a yes, she ran to his embrace. Her hug was as tight as he remembered and she still wore the same floral perfume.

“I’d wager you two know each other,” Mr. Kim joked, and they laughed, pulling away from the hug.

“Yeah, since we were kids, actually. Our fathers were close,” Daena explained, stroking Hoseok’s arm gently. Even if time drove them apart, Daena would know that his father’s passing would always be a sore spot for Hoseok.

“Ms. Daena, I don’t think I introduced you to our staff captain. This is my nephew Kim Namjoon,” Mr. Kim introduced them, and Hoseok noticed as she got shy. Her smile was curt and didn’t reach her eyes. They only nodded to each other.

“What are you doing here anyway, you workaholic?” Daena asked Hoseok, teasing him with a slap to his shoulder. “Don’t you have a country to buy or something?”

“I’m actually here as a possible investor, thank you very much,” Hoseok indulged her teasing, putting his hands on his pockets and leaning forward.

“A powerful man never stops working, I imagine,” she said tantalizingly.

“Hoseok is a man that knows how to work hard while playing harder,” Mr. Kim joined in their banter. He continued to explain how Hoseok’s visit would take place, but Hoseok was too far gone to pay attention.

Only 10 feet away, standing by one of the bars with a drink in her hand, there was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her skin glowed and contrasted with the pink and orange shades of the sunset, as if she spent the last week being pampered by the sun. She was laughing with her friends, her summer dress flowing with the soft breeze, but still clinging to her figure. She looked well rested, her face showing nothing but enthusiasm and curiosity.

Her lips looked soft and inviting as he noticed the shimmer of her lip gloss. What a smile.

Hoseok wanted to know that woman. He wanted to know if she smelled of fresh gardenias like he was imagining. Her eyes glistened as she spoke to her friends, and he could tell they were entranced. Must’ve been an interesting story. Or she could just be saying some bullshit. He wouldn’t judge her friends for being hypnotized. It wasn’t their fault. He turns to his group, already engrossed in another conversation, yet he wasn’t ashamed to interrupt their discussion.

“Excuse me, who is that woman in the pink dress over there?”

“Oh, that’s Y/N, she’s one of our performers. She has a lovely voice.” The nephew, whose name he would make a note to remember, answered.

“I’m sure she does.” He could no longer take his eyes off of her. He felt Daena nudge him in the ribs with her elbows, but he didn’t care if she was going to tease him.

The singer was sipping a delicate looking drink. Maybe a Cosmo? Cranberry vodka? But that was only an afterthought. Hoseok was mesmerized by her body. Her shoulders were exposed, and that already made him salivate. Let alone the curves of her breasts, peeking through the opening of her cleavage. Her legs were another thing entirely; a central feature in Hoseok’s mind. They would be the star of his imagination for many days to come. Her beautiful feet were adorned with delicate heels, with thin straps that swirled around her calves. Sexy. Beautiful. Hot. Goddess.

“Do you want to meet the crew?” Mr. Kim asked, and Hoseok snapped out of his trance.

“If that’s not too much,” Hoseok agreed, trying his best to not break into a victory dance.

The soft wind shifted in their direction, and with it came the most delicate sweet scent. It had to be her perfume, no questions about it. Once they reached her, Hoseok had to concentrate very hard to not drool at her feet.

“Ms. Y/N,” Mr. Kim called, “This is Jung Hoseok, he’s a dear friend and he’ll be our guest for the first leg of our trip.”

“Hello,” she said, and Hoseok felt like he could melt right there. Was that shimmering bells he heard when she spoke? “Is very nice to meet you, Mr. Jung.” she offered her hand with that kilowatt smile. Concentrating very hard in forbidding the excitement in his stomach to travel to his pants, Hoseok shook her hand with both of his. Better to focus on her soft hands instead of the thrill he felt when she called him Mr. Jung.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Hoseok almost whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction.

“And this is Ms. Lee Daena, another dear friend and our guest,” Mr. Kim intervened.

“Is very nice to meet you, Ms. Lee,” Hoseok was completely hypnotized, only looking at Y/N as she spoke to Daena. The softest voice. The sexiest voice. The reincarnation of Aphrodite herself.

“Please, call me Daena,” she said, shaking the hand Y/N extended. Daena also pinched Hoseok’s arm and whispered “Get your shit together.” He didn’t.

“I heard you have a lovely voice,” Hoseok complimented Y/N. Anything to distract the butterflies in his stomach. If it was anything like her speaking voice, Hoseok could only imagine the hold she had on the other guests.

“That’s what I hear too, but I don’t think I can agree that much,” she said with humility.

“Maybe I’ll just have to hear it and judge for myself, then,” Hoseok teased, focusing on keeping a smirk off his face.

“I guess that would be best,” she agreed, and her eyes sparkled. Hoseok couldn’t help but pay attention to the beauty of her face now that he could see it up close. Her cheeks looked as soft as her hands. He wanted to see it for himself. He almost slipped in his composure. Maybe some other time.

“Well, let me introduce you to the rest of the staff,” Mr. Kim said, taking Hoseok off his trance again.

Mr. Kim was right about the crew party. There would be no other like this. The food kept coming, along with the champagne. He was partly expecting to see a beer keg somewhere, and he had to remind himself he wasn’t at a college party in the 90’s. The karaoke was set at a makeshift stage, and various staff members took their turns. Hoseok also expected for Y/N to go up there and sing too, but she kept her place amongst her friends.

Hoseok was torn the entire night. He knew he was on vacation, but to everyone else he was a guest. And to stare at a staff member was wildly inappropriate. But he couldn’t help it, she was just too magnetic. She was probably a siren, taking him off his normal routes and alluring him to his death. Hoseok fidgeted the entire time he was accompanying Mr. Kim as they made the rounds. Every now and then, he’d look at her direction like a lunatic.

“Stop staring or go talk to her. Either way, stop squirming like a little boy,” Daena whispered by his side, only playfully annoyed.

“First of all, I’m not staring, I’m just making business observations about the deck. Second of all, not while Mr. Kim is looking,” Hoseok whispered back.

“Afraid of getting caught, Mr. Boy Scout? Not much wild in you, huh?”

“Stop talking like that. We’re not in the 60’s,” Hoseok hissed, and she chuckled. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Just because,” she said, shrugging. “Don’t worry about that. I'll distract Mr. Kim now, make a run for it.” Daena offered and immediately started an animated conversation with Mr. Kim. Hoseok didn’t waste time, and in seconds he was at Y/N’s side.

“I thought I was going to see you sing tonight at the karaoke,” he said, making her turn to look at him.

“I thought I could give the other a fighting chance,” she answered, taking the last sip of her drink.

“What if I was Ebony and you were Ivory?” he joked, and she snorted, rolling her eyes. “Maybe some Endless Love if you’re feeling really corny.”

“Oh, that would be just fantastic. But between you and me, I don’t know if you can hold an E-flat,” she teased, leaning into him.

“Try me,” he leaned forward too, whispering the words to her. He looked into her curious eyes, and for a moment he forgot where they were. Her cheeks looked tempting again, but they were overshadowed by her lips, plump and soft, almost parted for a kiss. He leaned even more, throwing caution to the wind.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” someone asked by their side. A tall male, one of her friends, stood there with his hands in his pockets. Y/N corrected her posture, and Hoseok was quick to do the same. The friend looked suspiciously at Hoseok, before doing the same to Y/N.

“Yes, I’m ready,” she announced, grabbing her phone and adjusting her hair. “Have a good night, Mr. Jung.” she said politely.

“Have a good night, Y/N.”

A lot of mantras went by Y/N’s head during the past three weeks. Ignore the way he’s looking at me. Do not bite your lip right now. Stop imagining yourself on your knees. Stop staring at his lips. Dating a guest is wrong. Dating a guest is wrong. Dating a guest is wrong. They all seemed worthless in the end. She could only listen to the last one.

“Again, another great set,” Hoseok complimented, reaching for her hand. She took it as she walked down the stairs by the side of the rehearsing stage. Ignore the way it feels when he holds your hand. If he could only read her mind… “You do know how to put a setlist together.”

“Well, thank you,” Y/N said, “I am a fan of the 70’s, so I had to go all out.”

“You say you’re a fan of the 70’s and yet I see no Bee Gees in there,” Hoseok teased.

“That’s because I actually have a personality.”

“Oh really? With all that ABBA? You say I don’t have a personality, but if you really want to talk about something generic…” Hoseok continued, shrugging his shoulders.

Y/N gasped, pulling her hands off of his to playfully slap his arms multiple times. “You did not just call ABBA generic!”

“I’m sorry,” he laughed freely, trying to avoid her hits.

“Just when I was starting to like you, and you say stuff like this,” Y/N whined, crossing her arms. She pouted, shaking her head. She thought she was looking pathetic, but anything to flirt with him.

“Aw, look at you pouting,” Hoseok whined, teasing her. “Would you forgive me if I apologized?” he said softly, stroking her arm with one hand, grabbing her chin with the other. She let him guide her eyes to him, and he smiled softly.

“Maybe,” she encouraged him, maybe batting her eyelashes a little. He squinted his eyes when he saw the playful smile on her lips.

“I’m sorry for thinking ABBA is boring and generic,” he said mockingly, a big smile plastered on his lips.

“Because they are influential to pop music to this day,” she said, and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not saying that,” he countered, with the bickering yet defying voice he always had.

“Yes, you are,” she chanted, her smile only getting bigger. She thought he would be used to it now. It’s not like that was the first time he made fun of her musical taste.

“Because they are influential to pop music to this day,” he said, sighing heavily after.

“How did that taste like?” she asked, already knowing he hated saying those words.

“Like vinegar,” he frowned. ��So, am I forgiven?” he probed.

“Yes, you are,” she said softly.

“That’s good,” he whispered. She then felt Hoseok caress her cheek, ever so tenderly. His thumb left her chin and grazed her jaw, before his hand traveled to her neck.

She took in a sharp breath. No one was around to witness any of that, Y/N was always careful to talk to him without anyone around. She wanted this to be the moment where she finally gave in to her desires. To finally kiss his lips, that looked so soft and inviting. He leaned forward, his nose touching hers, his sweet breath hitting her face.

“We can’t,” she whispered. He took a deep breath, but he didn’t move an inch away from her.

“Why not?”

“You’re a guest,” she started, “And I could-”

“Don’t think of me as a guest,” Hoseok interrupted, taking a step back to look into her eyes.

“I don’t have any other way to see it,” she continued, shrugging, “I can’t jeopardize my job like this.”

“You won’t,” Hoseok said, taking her hand back in his. “I kind of work here anyway, so you should think of me as a coworker.” He insisted and she laughed nervously.

“I can’t, that’s not what you are. You are a guest, and possibly my future boss. My love life needs to be separate!”

“I get that, I really do,” Hoseok sighed. “I’m sorry for putting you in this position, I’m not thinking clearly.”

“You’re forgiven,” she said, kindly. She sighed and he joined her. Maybe if her decisions existed in a bubble, where one couldn’t interfere with the other…

“In the spirit of being honest, I just wanted you to know that I find you really attractive,” Hoseok said, sounding apologetic. “And I see that it was very unprofessional of me to put you in this position, and I respect your decision. And when I was flirting with you, I thought you were flirting back. It’s my mistake that I-”

“I was flirting back,” she whispered, not wanting him to apologize for something she also had a hand in.

“Okay then,” Hoseok sighed. She looked deeply into his eyes. She could feel the sorrow being expressed in her own face. “I really wanted to kiss you,” he said softly, “and maybe do some other stuff too,” he continued jokingly, and she chuckled.

“I really wanted to kiss you too,” she reassured him.

“So it’s a no to the other stuff?” he teased, making her roll her eyes. “If you change your mind…”

“You’ll be the first one to know,” she promised.

Y/N spent the rest of the day in her cabin, thinking about Hoseok. She was starting to regret her stupid, stupid decision to not kiss him. His lips were right there, no more than an inch apart with his hand at her neck. All she had to do was lift her chin a little to reach paradise. The lips she had been dreaming about for weeks. She could finally pull his hair and moan to his lips. So what if she was going to lose her job? She could always find another one. She would not find another set of arms that she would like to be in. At least not this much. The arms that would pull her to his chest, maybe even squeeze her hips.

But that door was closed. It needed to be.

Laying down on her small bed, she closed her eyes and traced all the memories she had of his hands with her own. Those damn hands. The way he touched her neck with just the tip of his fingers, his thumb caressing her cheek and jaw. He was driving her to insanity. His hands would also caress her arms, tender strokes that she wanted to feel in every inch of her body.

She wished he was there with her. She wished she could guide his hands through her body. If he was going to drive her to insanity, at least drive her to orgasm too. Too worked up to look back, she imagined his hands cupping her breasts. Her breath caught, and she felt her nipples getting hard through the fabric of her dress.

She also wanted him to touch her thighs. His palm would travel up and down her legs, before settling at her hips. She quickly pulled down her underwear, not wanting to lose the momentum of her imagination. She also wanted him to kiss her inner thighs, but her fingers would do for the moment. Moving up and down softly through her inner thighs, she whispered his name.

Her fingers reached her folds, and she hissed once she realized the pool that formed. Slowly circling her clit, she moaned his name again and again. She imagined what his lips would feel like. She wanted to grip his hair for him to stay put, and his tongue would go up and down per her request.

Her fingers picked up the pace, and she curled the sheet with her free hand. She wanted to feel him moan against her cunt, beg for him to suck her clit. The knot in her stomach got tighter and tighter, and she couldn’t control herself anymore. She moaned his name again, loudly this time, as the climax reached her body.

“Shit,” she whispered. She knew at that moment it was impossible to ignore the way he affected her. She honestly didn’t want to.

“I ain’t got no money… I ain’t like those other guys you hang around,” Y/N sang the first lines of her last song of the night. The crowd was exceptionally encouraging, she would give credit to her stage presence. At first they mostly drank at the bar, and some couples danced together, but at that moment they all paid attention to her performance, she was giving it her all. She could pull all that passion from personal experience. “I Wanna Be Your Lover” was only the cherry on top, to end the night in a funky mood. But the true crowd pleasers were “If You Really Love Me”, “If I Were Your Woman”, “Let’s Stay Together”, and “Touch Me In the Morning”. Oddly timed.

Did she really have to set up all of those love songs on the same night she decided to not deny her desires? And to make matters worse, she knew he was watching. She moved her body the way she knew he liked it too. Swinging her hips this way and that. Dancing and tapping her hips to the beat of the drums. She was also feeling herself in her bell bottom jeans with bell sleeve tie top. A dangerous combo, but she wanted something out of that night. She wanted him.

So she decided to let him know. He would need to pay attention to that moment.

“Before we end this beautiful night, I just wanted to dedicate this next song to a friend of mine,” she started saying before the band could leave their marked places. She found him in the crowd quickly, locking his eyes easily. The unscripted message got his attention. “I hope he’s paying attention. I’ll know he’ll like this one.” She took a deep breath and started acapella.

“Me and Mrs. Jones,” she started the first notes and the crowd cheered, some couples went back to dancing, enjoying the slow pace of the song. “We got a thing going on,” the band followed her lead, one by one until the song was luscious and lustful.

“We both know that it’s wrong,” Piano.

“But it’s much too strong to let it go now,” Base.

“We meet every day, at the same café,” Guitar.

“At six thirty, and no one knows she’ll be there,” Sax.

“Holding hands, making all kinds of plans, while the jukebox plays our favorite song,” The song progressed and Hoseok got closer to the stage, leaving the shadow of the bar where he sat every day to watch her perform. “Well, it’s time for us to be leaving. It hurts so much, it hurts so much inside.” He was standing in front of the stage by that point, hands in his pockets, a confused look on his face. She needed to make herself clearer.

“Now she'll go her own way and I'll go mine,” She stared directly into his brown eyes, she said everything she wanted to in her head, in hopes it would translate to her eyes. He had to understand. “But tomorrow we’ll meet at the same place, at the same time,” The confused look was gone, and a smirk replaced his features. He winked and she fell like swooning, but she could only watch while he walked away, “Me and Mrs. Jones…”

The song ended, and she wished the crowd goodnight, excusing herself before the band could ask any questions she didn’t want to answer. She started to walk around the bar and the dance floor, politely nodding while people congratulated her performance. He was nowhere to be found. She would scream his name on every floor if it were necessary.

She walked towards the elevator, but the influx of people was too big, it would take forever; she’d have to do a one-eighty and bolt for the stairs. Looking at her feet, trying not to fall in heels, she went up the steps as fast as she could.

“Excuse me, miss,” she heard a male voice in front of her, but she didn’t look up. The man was insistent and held her arm, halting her steps. She turned to face him, angry words almost coming out of her lips. But at the step behind her, Hoseok was smiling angelically, his eyes glistening under the lights of the room. “Can I have your autograph?” he continued, climbing up a step to get leveled with her.

“Yes, you can,” she replied, all traces of anger gone from her features.

“I don’t have pen and paper with me. Do you mind going to my cabin so we can find one?” He whispered to her ear, before quickly kissing her earlobe. A shiver went up and down her spine, and she had to control every movement of her body. Having sex in public was still illegal.

“Yes, we can do that,” she whispered back.

Hoseok wasted no time in guiding her to his cabin. They walked through a secluded hallway from the bar to a private elevator. She’d never been there before, but she knew it led to the VIP lounge. She barely saw the keycard hit the touch screen, and Hoseok pressed the buttons quickly. He was in a hurry too. They stood on opposite sides of the elevator, facing each other.

“Are you sure about this?” Hoseok asked, tapping his foot to the ground, he looked a little nervous.

“I’m sure.”

The elevator door opened, and he guided her through the lounge and inside another hallway. They walked too quickly, she was certain someone was watching closely through the security footage, but her decision didn’t waiver. He opened his door for her, and she stood facing his ocean view window. She could only see the blackness of the night, but she was sure it would be beautiful during the day. She heard noises in the back and turned to see Hoseok pouring two drinks from his mini fridge.

“For confidence?” He offered her a glass, but she shook her head.

“I don’t need it.” She whispered, the shaky feeling of what she was about to do finally setting in. He put the glasses down and came to her side, holding her hands to his heart.

“It’s okay if you change your mind,” he said, and she chuckled, but her stomach felt restless. She was finally getting what she wanted. His lips were close, and this time she didn’t want to say no. She didn’t have to. She was committing to that moment.

“I’m not going to change my mind,” she answered, taking a step further with a small smile. Her breasts touched the fabric of his light blue suit, and she remembered earlier in the day, with her imagination unfettered. She closed her eyes. It wasn’t going to be only imagination anymore. “Hold me,” she ordered. She didn’t open her eyes when his arms held her waist, hugging her figure to his chest. “Kiss me,” she whispered. And he did.

His warm lips were just as soft as she imagined. His tongue caressed her bottom lip, and in a quest to taste his breath, her own tongue met his. Her hands, firmly pressed against his arms, went to stroke his hair and neck. She pulled his hair, and he moaned at the sensation, holding her tighter against his body. She bit his lower lip, doing the best she could to press her hips against his own. She had his help when his hands gripped her hips and ass.

They both let loose. His jacket was on the floor in a second, and his hands were quick to untie her blouse, exposing her bra. Her hands traveled down his chest as she opened the buttons of his shirt. He stripped her pants and panties off while he kissed her jaw and neck, until he could lick and suck on her cleavage. She opened his belt and unzipped his pants in the process, massaging his cock as soon as she reached his boxers.

In a flash, she dragged his pants and boxers down his legs, and found herself to her knees, reenacting the most famous scene of her imagination. He hissed when she kissed his tip and licked his length. She spat in her hand and stroked him up and down, before doing the same with her mouth. He growled, and his deep voice excited her even further. Her walls clenched when she felt his full size inside her mouth. It filled her perfectly. She sucked him faster and faster, getting aid from her hand. She was salivating for more, clenching in anticipation. Her hand left his cock to massage her own clit. She needed no support from her wet hand, her folds were already pooled.

“Yes,” he hissed, moving his hips in harmony with her mouth, “touch that pretty cunt, baby,” he held her in place by her neck, thrusting his hips further down her throat. They moaned in unisson. He took his cock out of her mouth, the long saliva trail dripping on the floor. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered, begging. She nodded her head fiercely.

He helped her get up to her feet and guided her to the sofa by the window. She took her top and bra off and laid down, eyes wide with expectation. He opened her legs widely, and placed himself in between, holding one thigh to his waist. He used her wet labia to lubricate himself, sliding his dick up and down. She hissed as his tip stroked her clit. She clenched as he slowly entered her core, and her breath caught. She moaned his name.

“Yes, baby, call for me,” he said to her ear, catching her earlobe with his teeth. She moaned his name again and again as his strokes got faster and faster. His hand squeezed her thigh, and he grunted. The vibrations of his voice sent chills down her spine. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he whispered.

His pace never slowed, and they moaned each other's names. She felt the knot build up in her abdomen, and her breath got shallow and quicker. “Fuck me,” she scremead, breathing harder. His hips picked up the speed, the sound of their hips meeting getting louder. She felt free to moan louder as he grunted more and more. “I’m close,” she whispered, “Let me cum on that dick, Mr. Jung,” she whined. He squeezed her thigh harder, grunting incoherently. She then felt the warmth of his jizz inside of her.

“No,” he said, breathing heavily. His hips settled still.

“W-What?”

“You’re going to cum on my mouth,” he said, readjusting her body so she was sitting. He kneeled on the floor, placing her thighs on his shoulders. His tongue went to her clit, and she gasped, placing her hands on his hair. He swirled the tip of his tongue, sliding two fingers inside her filled pussy. She hissed with the sensation. He curled his fingers, massaging her spot.

“Suck on it,” she begged. He complied immediately. His free hand massaged one of her tits, and she pulled her head back, overwhelmed with pleasure. The familiar knot came back, and she sucked a quick breath. “I’m so close,” she repeated, and Hoseok increased the pressure. She tugged his hair as she felt the warm release of the knot, and in a final moan, she fell limp on his couch.

Y/N heard the birds chirping outside. Was it morning already? She felt an unfamiliar stroke up and down her back, and was suddenly alarmed. She sat up quickly in the bed, only to see a confused Hoseok laying down by her side.

“Nightmare?” he asked, worried. She rubbed her eyes, looking around his room. The memories started to flood her head. The unplanned serenade, the quick walk down his hallway, the couch. The shower that led to a second round. The bickering over her use of his shirt to sleep. “Y/N?” he repeated, sounding a little alarmed.

“I’m okay,” she affirmed, she looked into his eyes, and he was still not convinced. “Really, everything’s fine. I’m just not used to waking up with someone else on the bed,” she confessed.

“Come here,” he asked, patting the place she’d just left. She agreed, laying her head against his chest. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Mornin’,” she replied, stretching her arms and legs.

“How are you feeling?”

“Feeling good,” she replied, stretching her neck to kiss his lips. “Real good,” she continued playfully, wiggling her eyebrows. He chuckled.

“How about some breakfast in bed?” he offered, hugging her tighter to his side.

She felt her body tense, and she stayed silent. As good as it was, there were still consequences she would have to deal with. What was going to happen to her job? For all she knew, Mr. Kim could be right outside waiting to fire her while she was dressed in her panties and Hoseok’s button up. And what about the future? What did the future held with this strange man she just had unprotected sex with?

“I don’t know,” she finally answered.

“Are the regrets knocking at your door?” he asked softly, back to stroking her back.

“Yes, and no,” she admitted, and Hoseok took a deep breath.

“Talk to me,” he prompted.

“My job…” she started, sorrow seeping through.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said matter of fact. “Your job is safe.”

“What do you mean?” she probed.

“Just trust me,”

“I want to, but you’ll have to tell me,” she pushed, getting up and supporting her weight in one elbow. “What did you do?”

“It’s a long story, okay?” he answered, pushing his hair back. “I can tell you what I know over dinner, tho,” he offered, smugly. “Tomorrow night. Let’s take advantage of the fact that we are in France, and I’ll fly us to Paris for a date. What do you say?” he continued, his eyes sparkling like a puppy dog.

“I say you’re insane,”

“Well, at least I’m hot,” he joked, and she snorted.

“Hoseok, be serious.”

“I am,” he declared. She started to get up, but he stopped her, holding her arm. “Please, just listen to my offer. Let’s just say that in the hypothetical situation where your job is safe, and no one knew we just had the hottest sex of my life, would you go out with me?” She looked at his begging face for a minute, and he pouted cutely as she pondered. “Or was this just a one night thing? You don’t have to pretend you have feelings or anything. I’m a grown man.”

“I don’t want this to be just a one night stand,” she confessed.

“Okay, good, neither do I. Then back to the hypothetical scenario,” he said, cheerful, sitting up by her side.

“And that’s only if my job is safe and sound,” she threatened.

“Okay. If your job is safe and sound, would you be willing to date me?” he asked.

“I guess…”

“You guess?” he asked, shocked.

“If my job is safe and sound, I don’t want to jeopardize it…”

“So?” he prompted.

“So, any dating would have to happen far and outside from the ship.”

“Fine by me.”

“And while inside the ship, we have to pretend like nothing is happening between us.” she continued, a little more shy this time. Maybe this would be too much for him. Maybe this would be too much for her. She didn’t know if she was capable of pretending nothing was happening.

“That’s also fine by me,” he promised. “With that out of the way, do you want to go to Paris with me?”

“I’ll meet you outside of the pier by 5.”

#bangtanbathhouse #bts #bts ambw #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts reaction #bts scenarios #jung hoseok #hoseok #hoseok smut #black kpop fans #kpop ambw

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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BTS’ Scenario to...𝑆𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑥 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑

𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽/𝗋𝖾𝗇. (⇟ 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⇟)

𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚎

Seokjin

Seokjin was doing his own thing now that he was taking a break. The sun was starting to set, and he was in the mood for something sweet, so he threw on a fresh set of clothes and walked outside. Hailing a cab, Seokjin went into town to one of his favorite places to grab a sweet treat. He paid the taxi driver and made sure his mask was on properly before he got out and went inside of the little café. Thankfully it was empty, only a handful of people in line before him, so Seokjin waited in line. He focused on his phone, playing a game to pass the time until he felt someone tug on his pant leg. Looking away from his phone, Seokjin glanced down and there were two little boys, no longer than three smiling up at him.

“Tall!”

“Supa tall!”

Seokjin laughed and squatted down in front of the boys, sliding his phone into his back pocket. “I am very tall huh?” Seokjin smiled behind his mask as the two boys giggled. “Where is your Eomma?” Seokjin questioned finding it weird that the two toddlers were alone.

The toddlers looked at each other and frowned before they focused on Seokjin. “Eomma is busy.”

“Mommy no play!”

Seokjin looked around the café and stood up, “Come on, let’s get you a treat and then back to your Eomma.” He grabbed both boy’s hands and walked up to the counter.

“Hello! Welcome to-” The woman behind the counter turned around and the smile on her face dropped at the sight of the two boys holding a stranger’s hand. “Alexzander and Nathaniel, get your butts away from that man now!” The woman’s voice was firm as she scolded the toddlers and Seokjin’s eyes widened when he realized that she was their eomma.

The toddlers pulled their hands free from Seokjin and hurried behind the counter with frowns on their faces. Seokjin stared at the woman taking in her dark eyes, thick lips, and brown skin. Her face had a little weight to it, but Seokjin was sure it was her, he would bet his life on it. “Y-Y/N?” Seokjin spoke the woman’s name and when she looked at him confused, “It’s me, Seokjin...Um, J-Jinnie!” Seokjin pulled his mask down to show his face and the woman’s eyes widened.

The last thing you ever expected was to take your break only to sit with your ex and introduce him to your twins, Alex, and Nate. You were impressed by how well Seokjin juggled talking to both, most people were easily flustered by the young duo. It was nice to see Seokjin getting along with them, the large smile on his face silently telling you that he was enjoying himself. Seokjin made them laugh as he broke a churro stick and shoved the pieces underneath his upper lip acting like they were tusks. Alex giggled while Nate tried to copy Seokjin, making you laugh.

Your break was coming to its end, and you felt bad having to hide the boys in the back to keep them out of trouble, but you didn’t have a choice. You usually don’t bring your children to work with you, but your babysitter quit, and it was hard to find a new one. A sudden rush of customers flooded the café, and a coworker called your name for help. Seokjin saw your internal struggle and waved you off while he slipped his mask back onto his face.

“Get back to work. I’ll watch the boys…D-do you mind if I take them to the park?”

Even after all this time apart, you still trusted Seokjin. He was a good guy, and you knew he wouldn’t hurt your children, plus with the amount of people coming in, you feared that someone would recognize him, and you didn’t want to risk that with your children around. You took Seokjin up on his offer and quickly typed your number into his phone in case he needed you and showed him to the back exit.

“Say bye-bye to Eomma. We’re gonna go have fun at the park and eat a bunch of ice cream!”

You wanted to shout in protest but hearing the happy chants from both Nate and Alex, you just shook your head with a smile and watched as Seokjin skipped with them down the street.

Yoongi

Yoongi was running out of food in his apartment, and he had a craving for stir fried beef. Not wanting to order out, Yoongi grabbed his car keys and made the trip to the market closest to him. He made sure he had everything, his wallet, phone, keys, and face mask before he stepped out of the car and walked down the street to enter the farmer’s market. Yoongi loved the freshness of the fruits and vegetables that were sold here, and the meat was yummy too. Keeping to himself, Yoongi stopped by a few stalls and spoke with the venders, paying for a few items that he put away in a reusable bag on his arm.

As he walked, Yoongi spotted a small child, no older than three, trying to reach for a tangerine while her mother was talking to the vender. Smiling, Yoongi walked over and grabbed two tangerines before he squatted down in front of the little girl. Pulling his mask down, Yoongi smiled as the little girl’s large eyes sparkled brightly in the sunlight as she watched him peel one of the tangerines. The braids on her head were decorated with rainbow-colored beads and Yoongi couldn’t help but think the girl seemed to resemble someone he knew. Holding out the peeled fruit, Yoongi offers the tangerine to the little and she quickly taps on her mother’s leg to get her attention.

Yoongi’s ears turn red when the woman turns around and looks at Yoongi through her sunglasses, her eyebrows raising over the frame. Yoongi rubs the back of his neck as he stares up at the woman, “Sorry, she was trying to get one.” Yoongi smiles softly as the little girl takes the tangerine from his hand with a gentle push from her mother. “I-I’ll pay for it,” Yoongi mutters as he stands up and digs in his back pocket for his wallet.

“Don’t worry about it…Min Yoongi.” Yoongi’s head snaps up from looking in his wallet and he stares at the woman with large eyes while she just smiles. She pays the vender for the fruit and once done, she turns her attention to Yoongi. She laughs at Yoongi’s worried and confused face, “Sorry, let me take my glasses off.” The woman removes her sunglass and tosses them into her purse and Yoongi’s breathe leaves his lungs. He blinks a few times, and the woman smiles as the little girl asks to be picked up.

Yoongi watches as the woman picks the little girl up and the woman motions for Yoongi to follow her. Yoongi shoves his wallet into his pocket and walks a little faster to catch up to the woman, “Y/N?”

“Hi, Yoongi.”

He couldn’t believe it; his ex is standing in front of him looking better than ever and she…has a daughter. The little girl looks just like her mother, and it makes Yoongi smile, “She looks just like you.”

Yoongi and Y/N walked around with Tia between them, catching up while shopping. Y/N’s arms were slowly filling up with bags and when Tia asked to be picked up, Yoongi scooped the little girl into his arms without a second thought. He had offered to carry a few of Y/N’s bags, but she declined since Yoongi was already carrying Tia.

“I’m happy that life has been good to you, Y/N. Tia is a sweet little girl.”

“Yeah? That’s ‘cause you gave her that tangerine. It’s her favorite fruit.”

Yoongi laughed and noticed that they were heading towards the exit of the market. “Where are you parked? I’ll walk you.”

“We walked,” Y/N explained. “We don’t live that far away.”

Yoongi shook his head, “You can’t carry all these bags and Tai on your own. I’m sure your husband-”

“I’m not married,” Y/N admitted quietly, and Yoongi licked his lips.

“Let me walk you home, please? I would feel better knowing that you both got home safely.”

Namjoon

Just another day of Namjooning, enjoying the great outdoors and nature. That was how Namjoon thought his day was going to be, but he was wrong. The moment he got the park, he should have felt that something was off. The clouds in the sky were white and fluff but the air was cool and heavy. Namjoon shrugged it off and started his bike ride through the park, his earbuds playing whatever playlist he picked at random. In his own little world Namjoon failed to notice the baseball hurtling his way.

“Look out!” Someone shouted, but Namjoon didn’t hear. The baseball slammed into his back wheel, the sudden impact making Namjoon lose his balance and crash right into a trash can. “Oh!”

Namjoon groaned in pain, his banged up his leg, but other than that he was fine. The palm of his hands were scraped since he tried to break his fall, but thankfully that was the worst of it. The sound of footsteps running towards him caught Namjoon’s attention and when he looked up his breath caught in his throat. There standing in front of him was, Y/N, the woman who broke his heart a few years ago. She stared at Namjoon with wide eyes, the disbelief on her face, clear as day.

“Hey, Mister! Are you, okay?”

Namjoon visible startled at the new voice and he focused on the scene in front of him. A little boy around the age of six stood beside Y/N with a guilty frown on his face and when Namjoon looked again, he noticed that Y/N had a baby wrapped on her back.

“Mister?” The little boy’s frown deepens at Namjoon’s lack of attention and Y/N takes a step forward offering Namjoon her hand.

Shaking his head, Namjoon declines Y/N’s help and stands up. “I’m okay, kid…” Namjoon turns his attention to the baby peaking at Namjoon from over Y/N’s shoulder and he raises an eyebrow. “Thought you didn’t want-”

“They are my sister’s.” Y/N cuts Namjoon’s words off and places a hand on the little boy’s head. “This is Darnel and the little one behind me is Sasha.” Y/N smiles down at Darnel and gives him a light push forward, “Say, hi, Nel. This is one of my friends.”

Namjoon squats down to Darnel’s height and holds out his hand, “Hi, Darnel. I’m Namjoon…was that your baseball that hit me?”

Darnel shakes Namjoon’s hand and nods his head shyly, “Sorry mister Namjoon.”

Namjoon smiles and stands up. He grabs his bike and the baseball, “Do you want to play catch? I don’t think your aunt is very good.”

Darnel’s eyes light up at Namjoon’s eyes and he nods his head excitedly, “Really? You’ll play with me? This is gonna be so fun!” Darnel runs off back towards where Y/N had a blanket set up with snacks to grab his baseball glove.

Namjoon starts to walk beside Y/N with is bike, “How long do you have the kids?” Namjoon questions and Y/N bites her lip making Namjoon wonder if there’s more to the story.

“I-I have custody of them.”

Namjoon stops walking at Y/N’s words, “What?”

Y/N sighs and pushes her braids out her face, “My sister had her priorities backwards, so, now I have them.” Namjoon hums at Y/N’s words and Y/N sighs, “I’m sorry, Joon.”

Namjoon shakes his head and continues to walk up the small hill. “You should have to apologize for doing the right thing. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” Namjoon offers Y/N a smile and reaches out to stock Sasha’s cheek making the baby giggle happily. “How old is she?”

“Six months. Sash will be seven months on the twelfth.”

“Wait.” Namjoon glances at Sasha and Y/N laughs. “She’s a bora baby?”

“Yes, Joonie. Sasha is bora baby. She was born June twelfth.”

Namjoon smiles, his dimples of full display and rubs the back of his neck, “M-maybe I can help you with the kids, you know since you’re back in Korea?”

Hoseok

Hoseok was on his way to lunch when he got stuck at a red light. He sighed and rested his elbow on the window before he glanced at the crosswalk. There were a few people waiting for the sign to change and his foot nearly slipped off the break when he saw a familiar face in the crowd holding a small child in her arms. Blinking, Hoseok watched as his ex-girlfriend walked across the street with a little boy in her arms. She looked happy. The smile on her face was bright, but Hoseok could tell that something was off. Deciding that Y/N was more important, Hoseok quickly flicked on his turn signal and kept his eyes on her. He didn’t want to lose track of her. The light turned green, and Hoseok turned, quickly pulling up alongside of Y/N. He put the car into park and quickly exited the vehicle, nearly choking himself since he was still buckled in.

Stumbling out of the car, Hoseok looked around to find Y/N and he smiled when he saw the little boy’s twists bouncing around in the crowd. Hoseok jogged through the crowd, and he called Y/N’s name twice before the little boy smiled and waved at Hoseok. Y/N stopped walking and turned around with a confused frown on her face. The moment she saw Hoseok, she tightened her grip on her son.

“Y/N!” Hoseok jogged up to her a little out of breath and Y/N stared at him.

“Hoseok?” She looked around and noticed that a few people were watching them. It made her tuck her son’s head into her neck. “You’re not wearing a mask.” She pointed out and Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Shit! S-sorry…can we talk?” Hoseok jabbed his thumb behind him, and Y/N saw a car parked on the street a few feet away. Y/N sighed but nodded her head and followed Hoseok back to his car. Hoseok opened the passenger side door for Y/N and she slide, moving her son to sit in her lap. Hoseok walked around the car and jumped in the front seat. He tuned slightly in his seat and smiled, “You look great! How have you been? Is this your son?”

Y/N smoothed down her son’s braids as he smiled at Hoseok and reached out for him. “I’ve been okay, Hobi…” Y/N carefully handed her son to Hoseok, and she could see his eyes turn into hearts. “Justin just had his second birthday a week ago. We’re on our way to get something to eat before we go to the water zoo.”

“Ooooh, lil man is two? Sorry I missed his birthday, I didn’t know.” Hoseok widened his eyes at Justin. “Can I treat you both to lunch? I would love to catch up with you and get to know Justin-” Hoseok cut himself off and sighed. “Sorry, I’m being rude. I don’t want to put you in an awkward position with your hus-”

“It’s just the two of us and we wouldn’t mind having lunch with you. Isn’t that right Just? Wanna eat with Uncle Hobi?”

Justin clapped his hands and wrapped his little arms around Hoseok’s neck, “Uncle Hobi! Yay!”

Y/N frowned as she realized something, “You don’t have a car seat.”

Hoseok waved her off, “There’s a shop on this street that sell that type of stuff. I’ll get one and then we can be on our way.”

Y/N started to protest, but Hoseok had already put a mask on his face and changed his hat. He opened his car door and slide out with Justin held tightly in his arms. Y/N sighed and got out of the car before he was left behind. Hoseok and she walked to the store and Hoseok insisted on paying for the car seat since he was the one that needed it.

“I meant to ask, what’s a water zoo?”

Y/N laughed. “Justin can’t say aquarium, so he calls it the water zoo.”

“Wah!” Hoseok stared at Justin in total amazement. Kids are so freaking smart.

#soc bts #bts fluff #bts angst #kpop ambw #exes to lovers #bts hoseok #bts seokjin #bts namjoon #bts yoongi #bts scenarios #bts x black reader #black!reader #daddy!bts #exqueuese me

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bantansworld · 2 years

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Why So Serious? || JHS

➜ Summary: " You think you're just so special, right? So different. A person who can withstand anything thrown your way." He said as an amused chuckle escaped from his lips. His eyes scanning me from head to toe, slowly before coming back up to meet my eyes again. " Oh this is so nice. So refreshing. It'll be my absolute pleasure to be the one to break that spirit of yours."

➜ Pairing: Psychiatric Patient Jung Hoseok X Female Reader ( Name will be Serenity but you can substitute for your own name if you want)

➜ Genre: Psychiatrist treating patients, Slowly breaking down barriers, betrayal beyond belief, joker and Harley Quinn.

➜ Warnings: Profanity, obsession/ obsessive tendencies, mental problems, anger problems, medicated patients, violence towards reader, possessive Hoseok, blood, gore, graphic depictions of violence, toxic Namgimin, Stockholm syndrome (if you wanna call it that), plot twist

➜ Word count: 4,168

I turned the key in the ignition, shutting my car off before I unbuckled my seatbelt. I opened the door of my car, grabbing nothing but my phone that I put in my back pocket when I stepped out. I pressed the lock button that was on the car remote then I begin to make my way towards the ominous building.

My steps were hesitant the closer I got. My mind couldn't help but drift to the conversation I had last night.

— " I can't believe you're really going to work at a place like that Serenity. Don't you have any sense of fear in that little body of yours?" My bestfriend Jimin asked me as we sat cuddled on the couch in the living room of our shared apartment, sipping on hot cocoa while watching another episode of kamisama kiss.

" Of course I do, but it's a job that pays $25 an hour and I'm qualified. Rent, bills, groceries, hell everything is only getting more and more expensive as time goes on, so I have to do what I have to do for us." I responded to him with an absentminded shrug.

" Yeah and I get that. But why does it have to that specific place? There aren't anymore hospitals you can get transferred to that pays the same amount?" Jimin asked with a whine, taking my attention away from the tv and on to him, giggling when the whipped cream from the hot cocoa left him with a little white mustache.

I smiled, reaching over and wiping the whipped cream from his lips before I leaned against him and turning my attention back to the tv. " Jimin nothing is gonna happen. From what I've been informed of, everything regarding the patient's there have been good for a while now, no recent attacks or anything like that. And the security has been beefed up. I'll be fine. And I'll be extra careful." I said, trying to reassure him.

" Ren I know you really wanna do this and you know I support you 110% in everything that you do. I'm not trying to harp on you, I just really want you to be safe. This hospital is know for very particular patients and I just don't want you to get hurt." Jimin told me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he turned his eyes back to the tv as well.

" And I won't. I'll be extra careful. I promise." —

I snapped myself out of my thoughts as I came upon the entrance of the building. Looking around for a way inside since I wasn't issued my badge yet. I went over to the door and tried to peek through the small bared window but it was too blurry that I couldn't make out anything.

Several minutes had passed by of trying to find my way inside of the building to no avail before something nearby crackled next to me, a voice speaking up, making me jump out of my skin. " Welcome to HopeWorld Psychiatric Hospital. State your business here." I looked around trying to see where the voice was coming from, until I looked around and saw that an intercom box was mounted on the wall by the door with a security camera not too far above it.

I walked over closer to it, an almost awkwardness to my steps. " Yes hello. I'm the new psychiatrist. My name is Serenity Evans. I was told by Seokjin Kim to come in today. It's my first day on the job." I explained to the unknown person on the intercom.

" Do you have an authorization badge to enter the premises?" The person asked me.

I wanted to roll my eyes but I held back. I just said that it was my first day didn't I?

" No I wasn't issued a badge yet. It's my first day, I think I was supposed to receive it today. I'm not really sure but if you could get Seokjin Kim to come down, I'm sure he could explain what's going on." I told the person.

There was a moment of shuffling on the other side of the intercom before a different and more familiar voice spoke up. " I'm sorry for the confusion Ms.Evans, I'm gonna buzz you in right away." The second voice spoke.

" Thank you." I replied.

I stepped away from the intercom when I heard a loud buzzing noise go off for a quick second and a loud clank was heard as the door popped open. I grabbed the handle, pulling the door all the way open and walked inside.

I looked around the painfully blinding white walls of the building, cringing a the overpowering sterile smell the permeated the air. I noticed quickly that no one was really around. No one was rushing through the halls, no one was manning the receptionist desk.

This place felt very empty, and that wasn't a comforting realization at all.

I stood in this area aimlessly for a good five minutes before I heard the click clack of someone's shoes walking down the hallway. I didn't know what direction to turn in but that didn't matter as I saw a tall man with broad shoulders and a welcoming smile walking my way.

" Ms. Evans I presume?" He questions as he stopped in front of me, holding his hand out in greeting.

" Yes sir I am." I responded to him with a smile of my own, reaching out to shake his hand.

He nodded his head as he gestured for me to follow after him. " Well Ms.Evans if you just follow me, I'm gonna be showing you the ropes of everything today." He said to me as we both begin our walk down a long hallway.

The echo of our shoes hitting the tile floor was defining in the quiet hallway. It was a somewhat suffocating feeling that I couldn't shake, and that foreboding presence I felt in my chest was justified as we continued to make our way down the halls, the bright almost blindingly white walls had started to shift, the once pristine walls being littered with splatters of red here, some chunks of green and brown there. I almost gagged, but I held my composure.

" Please excuse the mess. Someone would have cleaned the walls already but we've been so busy lately. Our last janitor up and quit on us suddenly and no one has applied to fill the position." Seokjin spoke up again, looking back at me apologetically.

" Oh no, I completely understand." I told him, trying to ease the forming tension.

" And just so you aren't shocked incase you are the selected person to do so for the day, our staff often rotates cleaning duties. Like I said before, no one has applied to fill the janitorial role in the hospital and we can't just leave our floors, walls and rooms all dirtied up, can we?" He questioned.

" I suppose not." I muttered out.

We continued walking down the hall until Seokjin motioned to make a right, and I of course followed after him.

We stopped in front of an elevator and waited a few seconds for the doors to open after Seokjin pressed the down button, and hopping on. Once we were inside of the elevator, Seokjin inserted his badge into the card reader and when the light above it flashed green, he took it out and pressed the letter H where the numbers in a regular elevator would be.

" You're gonna be working down in H ward with Jungkook and Taehyung. With the limited amount of staff we have at the moment, we're kind of spaced out." Seokjin explained to me as we stepped off of the elevator.

" Limited staff?" I asked with a questioning gaze. " On the phone, you said that-"

Seokjin begin nodding, a sheepish smile appearing on his face as his hand came up to itch the back of his head. " Yeah. And I do apologize for the sudden change. Some of our staff had suddenly stop showing up for their shifts, but please don't let that worry you, we're slowly but surely getting back to a good place. More applications are starting to come in so we'll have more people to replace those who left in no time." He informed me as he gestured for me to make a left turn this time.

I noticed the shift in the atmosphere almost immediately. Not only did I feel it, it was the visual difference with the hallway from before.

Instead of the blinding white walls from earlier, these wall looked like they had been stained a more beige color, the lights from above seemed very old, some were very dim and some flickered not leaving much light to be casted throughout the corridor.

The black steel doors lined up each side of the hallways, small slits in the door that could open so the patients could peek out.

" Your office is gonna be at the end of the hall. Accessed only by a company badge, which I have righttttt-" Seokjin trailed off as he patted on each of his pockets before he reached inside the pocket of his long coat and pulled out a plastic card with my picture and information on it. " here." He finished as he handed my my badge.

We stood at the end of the hallway in front of another black steel door. This one had an actual window on it, and on the side of the door was another card reader to insert your badge.

" Go ahead and try it." Seokjin told me, nodding his head towards the card reader.

I raised my card and put it into the insert slot, a green light flashed above the reader and the sound of a lock turning could be heard as the door popped open.

Seokjin pulled the door open and gestured for me to go inside first, with him following behind me. " Alright. This is your office. Your place to yourself where you can get your paperwork done, you can take your break here, whatever you so choose. We got a computer here for you, we just had a new ac installed, and the only down side thing about H ward is that down here the wifi might be a little wonky but it works well enough." Seokjin explained to me.

I only nodded at his words, looking around the room. It had enough space that I didn't feel so cramped. It was a nice office for what I was. I didn't mind it. As long as the door locked, I was ok.

Seokjin looked down at the Apple Watch that rested on his wrist. He read over something for a quick second before he looked back at me. " Taehyung is with a patient at the moment, so Jungkook will be on his way over here to show you what you're supposed to be doing down here. I have to get back up to A ward. One of the patients seems to be causing a bit of trouble." He told me.

I nodded at his words and once again turned my attention back to the room that I would be spending a lot of time in, mapping out place in my head where I would be putting certain things to make it more comfortable for myself.

About seven minutes had passed by when the door let out a quick beeping noise and made an unlocking sound. Someone who had a badge was coming into the room.

" You finally decide to show your face?" Seokjin spoke up as a man around my age walked in. He was just a bit shorter than Seokjin, his baby face peeking through the long shoulder length hair that covered his face. " Jungkook Jeon, meet Serenity Evans. She's gonna be working in H ward with you and Taehyung. Make sure you show her the ropes, let her get comfortable with everything and welcome her with open arms." Seokjin told him.

" Of course. I'm always happy to have new comers down here in H ward. It's nice to meet you Ms. Evans." Jungkook smiled as he reached his hand out in greetings.

I put my hand in his, shaking it with a smile back to him. " It's nice to meet you as well. And Serenity will be just fine." I let him know.

" Well alright then Serenity. Shall we get started?" He asked me.

I nodded my head to him, putting the lanyard with my badge attached to it around my neck.

All three of us walked out of my office, letting the door close and lock behind us.

" Looks like this is where the tour stops for me. Jungkookie here will take over. I'm gonna head back up to A ward." Seokjin said nodding over to Jungkook who nodded as well. " I just wanted to thank you again Serenity for bearing with us here at this facility. Your help was very much needed and I appreciate you sticking around even though things aren't going exactly how I said they were a few weeks ago." Seokjin said to me, placing his hand on my shoulder in thanks.

" It's not a problem. Really. Thank you for the opportunity." I replied to him with a nod.

Seokjin smiled once more then he walked away, making his way down the dimly lit corridor, going back the way we came.

" Alright." Jungkook started, grabbing my attention as he spoke up. " So as you've probably heard multiple times already, this is H ward. On this floor, we have the least amount of patients, but don't let that be a comforting thought for you because this ward is where the more volatile patients tend to end up. So you must be on your guard at all times." Jungkook explained to me. We begin to walk back up the corridor, though this time it wasn't as quiet as it was before when coming down.

" These rooms that you see here are obviously where the patients on this floor are housed. With our H ward patients, they are prone to get triggered more easily than others in the facility, so they are more heavily medicated than other patients in other wards. Things that are so simple for you and me, can turn quickly into a trigger for them. So it's always smart to keep sedatives on or near you, just incase of an emergency." He explained as he continued on down the corridor with me following closely behind him. " We allow the patients to roam the hallways freely two times a day for an hour after they have been monitored while taking their medication. If a patient refuses to take their medication, they do not, under any circumstances, leave their room." Jungkook said to me pressingly, making direct eye contact so I got the message.

I nodded my head in agreement. " I could only imagine what would happen if a patient wasn't medicated and outside of their room." I said absentmindedly, wincing at the thought of it.

" It happened once before, a few years ago." Jungkook spoke up, his voice a bit distant as he recalled the memory. " It was my first week on the job and I'll be honest, it was a bit traumatizing to witness. That's why I don't mess around. People's lives are at stake in this facility and I don't take that lightly." He told me.

" Yeah..."

We walked passed one of the steel black doors, the small window of the door slid open, exposing the face of one of the patients as we walked by. She softly knocked on the door, stopping us in our tracks.

" Sally... be patient. You all are about to be let out in about thirty more minutes." Jungkook said to the older woman who's head twitched to the side, her mouth turning up and exposed many missing teeth in a smile at Jungkook's words.

Jungkook begin to walk away and the woman's eyes slid over to me. The smile on her face vanished instantly, making shift my gaze away from hers quickly as I followed after Jungkook.

We continued on down the hallway, making a right turn. " Up and down the previous hallway we were just on, are the patients that we are able to keep a hold on if medicated. The black doors are their signifiers. The hallway we are on now house only 3 patients, their doors are white for a reason. They are not allowed out of their rooms at all. They require a coordinated, scheduled, and highly medicated release time, especially now that our staff has decreased." Jungkook finished.

We walked by the first room with a white door. The name plate beside the door read " Yoongi Min." I peeked my head near the window trying to look inside the room, but I wasn't able to see anything but a table in the middle of the room.

Suddenly a face appeared in the window, staring right back at me with a snarl, bringing both hands up as he pounded on the door harshly. " What the fuck are you looking at bitch?!" He yelled angrily.

I jumped back, my heart pounding in my chest from the shock and quite frankly from the fear.

I looked at Jungkook incredulously when I heard him let out a chuckle. " Meet Yoongi Min. Our resident badass who loves to give us a hard time. He's not so friendly, so watch out for him. And never turn your back on him." Jungkook warned.

I was stunned into silence but I nodded nonetheless as we walked away from Yoongi's door and over to another white door a little more down the hall.

When we approached the door, I was mindful to not stick my face close to the window again. I read the name plate by the door and saw the name " Namjoon Kim" on it.

" Meet Namjoon Kim. Our resident smart ass. He like to play the cool calm and collected character but he's anything but. He takes any opportunity he has for you to let your guard down around him so that he can make his move on you. Don't give him that opportunity." Jungkook warned again.

I gulped a bit and peered into the room. I saw that there were two people inside of the room, sitting at the table. I could only see the back of one, his fluffy long black hair was the only characteristic that I could see. The other who was facing towards the door had shorter brown hair then the other, his face calm as he spoke confidently to the other man that sat in front of him, a smile appearing along with a deep set of dimples as he looked past the man, his eyes connecting with mine, making his smile widen and his dimples deepen.

" He looks so normal. I would have never thought- "

I heard Jungkook scoff next to me. " That's what every new worker say about Namjoon when they come down here to H ward. Until they learned the reason he's in here." Jungkook said with a shake of his head. " But I guess you'll learn about that when you have the chance to sit down and real his file."

We continued on our way to the last and final white door, and as I did the other two doors, I looked at the name plate and it read "Hoseok Jung". My gaze moved over to the window of the door and I was startled back once again, seeing the face of the last and final person of this ward already looking back at me through the window.

" Meet Hoseok Jung." Jungkook said as the man in the window reacted to his name, a heart smile forming on his face as he watched me closely. " I'd like to think of Jung Hoseok here as the mastermind of the operation. He's like a mixture of Yoongi and Namjoon but ten times as worse." Jungkook said in exasperation as he looked at the man who was still looking at me.

" Is this my new plaything Jungkook?" Hoseok asked through the glass, that heart smile on his face widening as he continued to stare me down.

Jungkook ignore his words and continued speaking to me. " Taehyung and I are already assigned to Namjoon and Yoongi, so Hoseok is gonna be your primary patient for now." He informed me.

I didn't get to react to his words when heard a moan coming from behind the door. I glanced over at the window, seeing Hoseok pressed tighter to the door, his mouth open as he gasped out. " It's been so long since I've had someone good to spend my time with. I really think I'm gonna like you Dr." He said to me, licking his tongue on the glass as he let a dark cackle leave his mouth.

I was trying to remain professional, so I kept the disgusted look from appearing on my face and remained neutral. " I see." I finally responded to Jungkook.

" Will that be alright with you?" He asked me.

I nodded my head. " Of course. It's my job." I told him.

Jungkook nodded back to me. " Alright then. Taehyung should be almost finished with his session with Namjoon. First things first, I'm going to show you how we medicate our black door patients and make sure that they actually take the medication. Then we're gonna let them out for their hour. All we have to do is monitor them, keep account of their moods, their actions and just make sure everything is running smooth and safely." He told me.

" Alright then. Sounds good. Shall we get started?" I asked, ready to leave the area of this Hoseok Jung person who continued to stare at me the whole time.

" Let's. While we're going there, I'm gonna show you the recreational area for the patients. If they begin to wonder down the hall, that's most likely where they are going to go." He said to me, gesturing for me to follow him.

" Hurry back to me, my lovely new doctor. I wanna see that pretty face up close and personal." I heard the voice of Hoseok say, but I ignored him and kept on with what I was doing, following after Jungkook.

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" Yes Mimi, he was so off. He licked the glass of the window as if he was licking me or something. My skin was crawling so bad, like it wanted to jump right off of my bones." I whined to my bestfriend, a loud yawn leaving me.

I had gotten home a couple of hours ago around three in the morning. Jimin had come home maybe an hour before me and now we were up with nothing to do but snack on gummy bears, continued watching kamisama kiss, and just waiting to fall asleep.

" Well what else do you expect Ren? You work at an insane asylum. Isn't stuff like that supposed to be expected?" Jimin asked me as he tiredly threw a gummy bear up in the air and tried to catch it in his mouth but failed when it bounced off of his nose and landed on the floor.

" It's called a psychiatric hospital, and still, it was so unnerving to experience. And he's gonna be my primary patient starting tomorrow. I really gotta prepare myself for this." I told him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before opening my mouth when he held out a gummy bear to me.

" Yeah. Cause at the end of the day, this is the job you choose. And the main goal is to get in the minds of these troubled people and evaluate them them. See why they did the things they did. I know you're gonna be great. Just don't stress too much on it though. You got this." Jimin said to me, his words giving me courage.

" Thank you Mimi. It makes me happy that you always believe in me." I said to him, another loud yawn ripping from my mouth.

Jimin got up from the couch, turning the tv off before holding his hand out to me. I felt the heaviness in my eyes, almost forcing me to close them. " Mimi I'm so sleepy..." I whined to him.

" I know. You're eyes are getting red." Let's get you to sleep. I'll make sure you're up in time for work. When do you have to be in?" He asked me, pulling me up to my feet.

" 3pm to 3am... " I mumbled out to him.

"Alright, I'm gonna be leaving for work at 2, so I'll wake you up before I go. Now, come on, and let's get you to bed Rennie."

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hobarihope · 1 year

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NEED HELP FINDING A FIC/AUTHOR.

I'm having trouble finding a certain fanfic writer. I can't remember their handle or any of their titles except for one. So if you have any clue where to find this author pls help.

The story I can remember and is one of my favorites of theirs is a Jhope x POC reader fic called $weet or $weet$... One of the two. I also remember this author had alot of really good fics but my pea brain can't remember the blog to read them on. So if you can please help

#jung hoseok #bts #Fanfiction #jhope x reader #bts ambw #help plz

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kelsijax · 1 year

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It was fall, the red, orange and yellow leaves fell from the the brittle trees as a subtle gust of wind blew pass. At the Jung household Soleil, Solaris, Yo-han and the twins Kwasi and Kai all ranging from ages six to ten laughed and giggled as they played in the leaves that Haja and Haru's dad had just racked up earlier that day, played tag and climbed the tree in the backyard.

"Yo-han's it!" Solaris shouted as all the kids ran from the brown haired boy.

"Oh no far!" Yo-han ran trying to tag one of his cousin's or his sister Solaris.

"Yo-han i didn't know you were this slow" Soleil teased the boy, making him come running toward her.

But their games were interrupted by Yo-han and Solaris' mom.

"Kids grandpa's here." Mae shouted, causing all the kids to stop playing and run into the house removing their shoes as they frantically ran through the house looking for their grandpa.

"I found him!" The twins, Kai and Kwasi yelled in unison. Causing them to run toward the front door where they were met with him grinning and kneeling down prepared for their endless cuddles.

"Papa Hope."

"Gramp Jung"

"Grandpa Hobi"

"Papere"

They all shouted as they ran into his arms covering him in hugs and kisses causing him to do the same.

"Nice to see you guys too." He laughed at his adorable grandchildren. "Have you guys been good for your parents?"

"Yes!" They shouted again.

"No you haven't Kai.'' Kwasi said, angering the little boy.

"You haven't either." Kai clapped back at his brother

"Neither of you have, so stop fighting." Their older sister Soleil said making both the boys stop fighting and look at their sister with their arms crossed.

"It's crazy how much they're like Kwan, it's like having two little Kwan's" Mae said to Kwan's wife, Deja who giggles at her sister-in laws comment as.

"Hello Mr. Jung it's nice to finally see you again." Deja said, giving her father in law a long loving hug, as the rest of the in-laws came following behind her.

"Likewise it is a pleasure to see you again, Miss. Deja."

"It has been a while Mr. Jung, how's everything going?" Mason, Mae's husband, added, shaking Hoseok's hand.

"It's been going." Hoseok shook Mason's hand.

"Did I hear that Mr. Jung was in the house?" Andre, Hye-mi's husband, said coming out of the kitchen with a huge smile on his face.

"The one and only," Hoseok laughed.

"When do we get in on some of this action?" Mae asked

"Right he turned to mister popular and just kicked us to the curb." Hye-mi joked.

"Oh you know I would never. How are my princesses doing?" He opened his arms as his daughters came up hugging him.

"Good, how was it traveling by yourself you know with mom gone and everything, did you make it around okay?" Hye-mi asked.

"It was fine. I got a little lost and confused along the way but I made it." Hoseok answered.

"See, I knew we should have gotten you a chaperon when buying your ticket." Hye-mi said looking over at her husband who told her not to.

"Hye-mi your dad was fine he made it all in one piece, no harm done, because he's a rock" Andre said making Hoseok chuckle a little. "Without anyone's help."

"But you know you should have called, we could have came and got you from the airport." Deja said to which his daughters and son in laws agreed to.

"You guys act like I'm old and brittle, I can take care of myself like Andre said I'm a rock."

"Fine, I'll let it pass this once but next time I'm taking control." Hye-mi said, crossing her arms.

"Hye-mi why do you have to always take control, I'm fine taking care of myself." Hoseok argued.

"Because with mom not around someone has to look after you." Hye-mi said.

"Speaking of mom, I can't believe she's not here" Mason said.

"Yeah it's really sad, I was looking forward to seeing her" Deja agreed.

"I can't believe this is gonna be our first Thanksgiving without her," Mae said with a sad tone.

"Oh stop it, you know she wouldn't want you moping around like that. It's Thanksgiving we're supposed to be happy and thankful." Hoseok said. "Now where's the food? And your brother? It's been offly quiet" He said, trying to lighten the mood and not think about his wife.

"The food isn't done yet. Hye-Mi, Deja and I were just finishing up everything and Kwan and I just left." Mae said.

"What do you mean he left?" Hoseok asked.

"He just dropped us off saying he had to do something then he left." Deja said. "He got a call and said it was urgent.".

"Well that just gives me more time to spend with my wonderful grandkids." Hoseok smiled, finally turning his attention back to the children, picking up Kai and Kwasi, the youngest of the group.

"Yay," they all said as the others followed their grandfather into the family room along with Mason and Andre. "So what do you guys wanna do?" Hoseok asked them as he sat in the lounge chair with Kai and Kwasi sat on his lap and the kids sat around him.

"Let's watch a movie!" Soleil suggested.

"No hide n seek." Kwasi

"No, let's play Jegichagi!" Kai shouted.

"No, one wants to play Jegichagi" Kwasi said causing Kai to pinch him.

"If you guys keep fighting or I'm telling mom." Soleil said, making the boy instantly stop. "Be big kids."

"Seems like you have to break up a lot of fights." Hoseok chuckled at the control she had over her brother's, reminding him of his own sister.

"Yeah, it's ridiculous." The nine year old girl said, making Mason and Andre laugh slightly at her comment.

"Papa Hope I have an idea," Yo-han said, bringing everyone's attention back to the main point.

"Spill it." Hoseok ushered the boy.

"Can you tell us about grandma since she is not here. We should celebrate her." Yo-han said.

"That's a great idea Yo-han." Said the oldest grandchildren, Haru, as his sister Haja followed behind him as they came into the family room. "You've never told us about how you met grandma."

"So y'all have finally decided to make your grand appearance." Their dad Andre said.

"Well if somebody would have told us Hal-abeoji Jung was here we would have come down a long time ago." Haja said, walking over to hug her grandpa with Haru following in suit. Hoseok hugged them as they hugged him tightly. "Do you guys really wanna know about me and grandma's youth?"

"Yeah." The kids, including Mason and Andre, said wanting to know how the Jung family came to be.

"But I wanted to play Jegichagi." Kai pouted.

"We still can after the others hear the story." Hoseok said.

"You promise?" Kai

"Of course bug," Hoseok confirmed, slightly pinching Kai's cheek making him smile.

"But I wanted to play hide n seek" Kwasi said feeling a little jealous about how much attention his brother was getting.

"We can play that too." Hoseok kissed the boy's forehead. "So where should I start?"

"How did you guys meet? Was it love at first sight? Enemies to lovers? Or was it like a love triangle type of thing?" Haja asked.

"Haja you really need to stop reading fanfiction. This is real life." Haru said bring Haja back into reality.

"Can't a girl dream." Haja said irritated.

"Well I can tell you there wasn't a love triangle and we weren't enemies but as for the love at first sight I guess you could say that but it was all one sided." House interrupted.

"What do you mean?" Solaris asked.

"Your grandmother worked at the library with her Aunt Mae and I was captivated by your grandmother's beauty before I knew anything about her.

"Eww" Kai and Kwasi commented, making Soleil glare at them.

"You guys met in a library?" Yo-han asked.

"Wait but why did you even get to America?" Soleil asked.

"You guys are asking for a lot so get comfortable because this is gonna be a long." Hoseok said getting comfortable in the chair.

"See your grandmother was a complicated soul, she craved freedom but wanted security. Her unorthodox personality is what was special about her. She could light up any room she stepped in and all would be captivated. It all started in the year 1969..........."

#jhope #jung hoseok #ao3 #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan #hobi #kpop ambw #ambw smut #fanfic #ao3 writer #wattpad writer #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #kim taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungguk #jeon junkook

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sparkly-pansexsha · 3 months

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FOUND YOU | JUNG HOSEOK [BTS]

A/N : brain isn't computing a summary... :p

WARNING: 18+ smut, (crusty dusty) fast paced story, will encounter a bipolar/pirate!hoseok 😘

You wake up on such soft sheets, the covers are fluffy and its so much warmer and pleasant than nearly dying in the middle of sea. Your memory isn't too shitty so you remember being saved by a few rough looking guys. Judging from their ripped clothes, scars, and manly stenches of rum and sweat.

The machine set you into an era of pirates.

You rubbed your face and yawned aloud, back arching as you stretched and then relaxed back into the king sized bed.

Wait.

King-sized.

"So you're real, I'm not dreaming." Your head snaps up from the familiar deep voice and finds a pair of harsh deep brown eyes. Your lips part and you take him in as your body begins to naturally rise up and crawl off the bed.

You both are succumbing to very different emotions and feelings. Your deeply rooted hopelessness has shattered like glass and bloomed into sappy belief, into love that has shed an array of times. You fiddle with your hands and take the pirate in.

His almond eyes, long sculpted face, the pointed nose that you knew mended out when he smiled, his heart shaped lips.

Your favorite, heart shaped lips.

"Hoseok." Even if it wasn't the one you were looking for, he was still a version of him.

"Where the fuck were you all these years." You blink and try to register his sudden hostility but then again, every version of you had a different story. The best thing you can do is explain yourself with what you've experienced.

"I've been searching for you.." you mumble and he leans off the doorway, arms uncrossing as he nearly stabs his fists in your pockets. You lean back a bit when you're eye to eye.

"I thought you died." He gritted and for a second you thought he was angry that you hadn't kicked the bucket but his eyes began getting glossy and you desperately just wanted to hug him.

"You should sit. I have a lot to tell you." Your eyes traveled down his face before twisting on your heel with exhaust as you've done many times before. Hoseok isn't so willing to hear you much and pulls you back to him.

"I promise what I have to say is very necessary. Please listen." He contemplates and then let's your arm go as you walk to the bed. Hoseok sits next to you and take his hat off slowly.

"I'm not the y/n you know." Hoseok clenched his jaw and turns his head to you, eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm a time traveler, and in my universe.. my hoseok tampered with our time machine and got lost in time. I've been searching for him for God knows how long and you may think I'm the woman you used to love. You know.. your y/n, but I'm not. Shes dead. And I'm supposed to exist elsewhere but not here. Not with you." He glares at you and you can tell by the way his jaw is moving that he's grinding his teeth together.

"I'm done.." you conclude and he takes his eyes off of you to scratch his chin.

"You were always an expert liar but I never thought you'd wip a story out on me." You sighed, shoulders slumping in deep dissapointment.

"But I'm-"

"Even, if you are telling the truth. And my y/n did die for good.. you think I'd let you go when I just got you back."

"You have to." You nod.

"I don't." He argues, turning to face you completely as he stops scratching. Doing that thing where he stares at you really really deeply and you could've shuddered from it. You stare back sympathetically and hug your middle.

"What." He questions, still boring his gaze.

"Do you not love me anymore. Is that it?" hoseok mumbles and there is a heap of defense on your toungue but it doesn't fall quick enough when he continues to look at you so intensely.

"So you don't."

"No I do!" You touch his arm and he relaxes under it, gaze softening at your hand holding him. Touching him as he's been desperate for even your grazings.

"I wouldn't... care if you didn't. I'd make you love me then." A pattern you quickly caught was his hunger to control things and that made you frown.

"I love all of you hoseok, all of your versions." You tilted your chin downward at the last word and a part of his face spasmed.

"Am I a version to you." His voice drops but its hauntingly gentle.

"No, no not completely." He looks at you for a moment, less intensely and more contemplating.

"...I want you to be sure of what you're saying." Hoseok places his hands on the bed and slims your proximity. His lips just a centimeter away from you. You take note of the scar across the upper bridge of his nose and his silky blonde edges, finding pretty flaws in his tan skin.

"Want you to believe I'm more than that. Must I show you."

"You can." You thought he'd crash into your mouth with little patience but the captain was the complete opposite. He held the back of your head and arm.

Pulling you by both parts of your body and pressing his warm lips between yours. You furrowed your brows from such gentleness and held the fabric of his tailored suit tightly.

The contrast his past behavior and affectionate actions made your eyes sting beneath your lids. He separated only a short distance to tilt his head and kiss you differently. Each retracting 'smack' of a sound making you melt.

One of your hands rode up his arm and carresed the back of his hair. When Hoseok had seemingly finished kissing you judging from the fact that you needed to breathe earlier than him he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Do I still have it?" He refers to his kissing ability and you nod, licking your lips.

"Still got it." You smile and mirrors one back with confidence. It's beautiful.

"If you really have to..." he swallowed, hands sliding down to hold yours. He was still having trouble believing you but a part of him wanted to accomplish something before you left.

"Can I make love to you." You look his face over and nod of understanding. Hoseok starts undressing and you two naturally assist and follow eachother until you both are on your sides and in a world of pleasure. Hoseok lays his head above you pillow soft kinks and holds your waist to him.

"I missed you so much honey. Everything about you.." he strained lowly as he kept fucking into your tight entrance.

"I missed you too baby" you stated sweetly with a moan in between, hoseok could feel himself getting close yet he chose to go slow and do deep strokes. Two slim fingers played with your clit.

"Ahn- f-fuckk~" hoseok pressed hot and wet kisses into your neck, licking up to your fallen jaw and sucking under the curve of it. You touched your breasts and threw your head back against him.

"You know what I want, give it to me.." he trailed off with a groan and pressed harder into your bundle of nerves as you clenched around him. Hoseok's mouth formed into an 'o' as he shut his eyes and told you to relax.

"You feel so nice.. so good." the second squeeze made him nearly cum but when you finally quaked in his embrace and cried out hoseok was relieved.

"I'm gonna cum into this pretty pussy since you want it so bad, you ready?"

"Mhm- mhmm~" you rested your fingers against the side of his neck from behind, feeling the blazing heat beat the surface of your fingertips.

"Okay, s'all for you." Your eyes rolled back beneath your lids as his warmth spilled into you. Ounces of milky fluid making you feel welcome. His scratchy.. raspy.. moans were treasures to your ears and he buried them deep in your canal.

"Shit." He huffed and relaxed, you rubbed any skin of his you managed to touch and smiled lazily.

"Thank you honey, I love you. So much" You admired the sweet name and turned your head back far enough to kiss his cheek.

"You're welcome baby, I love you too." You stroked his arm as he rested his head on your shoulder pulled out carefully, just when your thigh was let down he reached a hand between your legs and cupped your leaking pussy like a pair of panties.

You quickly accept his dirty yet sexy gesture.

"Can you talk to me? Tell me everything that happened to you." He requested and you kiss the closest part of his body before sighing. He tucks your head under his chin and listens.

"I had encountered many different hoseok's, alien, president, garbage man, bachelor.." he chuckle.

"Garbage man huh, so I slung around trash for money."

"You did but he was- you were.. sweet. So sweet."

"Hmm. tell me about the alien?" He rasped and you wet your lips in thought. Three hours went by and when you realized Hoseok hadn't said any more commentary you figured he was asleep.

"Hoseok?"

"...hm." you were shocked at his persistence to stay awake.

"You're still up baby?"

"Partially. I don't- want to fall asleep." He emphasized that by holding you closer to his body and you could feel the both of you start to sweat again due to the rising heat.

"I have to go soon." It's silent. Deadly silent.

Until.

"Okay." He whispers and it truly breaks your heart, he sits up and leans over, eyes nearly closed and you know what he's going to do so you pull him down and kiss him for the last time.

30 seconds,

to 15 seconds,

then 10 seconds,

5 seconds,

You dissapear.

Jungle noises.

Sniffing sounds. You're getting sniffed.

You crack your eyes open and scream at the sight of a chimpanzee and they screech, ultimately alerting many other chimpanzees of a possible threat but that is until a voice is heard behind you.

"GET UP!" you snap your head around and see hoseok, skin and clothes covered in dirt as he wears cracked prescription glasses.

"Hoseok!!???" You question as he pulls you to run.

"Yes!!" He clarified with a yell but didn't look back nd when you both approached a hit you ran in and hoseok pulled and tugged on a plethora of things to create a protective barrier.

"Hoseok is it you?" You shakily ask and he turns around finally, nearing you with unsureness and now your afraid you've got the wrong person. Honestly this was going to be your last resort because you were loosing so much will lately.

"You're not...?" -mad at me are you? He thought.

And hesitated which caused you to finally break down, eyes watering as you sat on the floor and clutched your hair.

"Please, please, please, please god.... please. Please." You whispered and felt a pair of hands hold your wrists, you immediately let go of your hair and looked at hoseok as he leaned closer and pulled you into his chest.

You slowly hugged him back.

"H-hoseok?"

"Yes. That's my name."

"But are you my....." You choked out as he fought tears of his own and nodded.

"I should be, I am." You squeezed him like you were dying and needed his embrace. He felt horrible when he heard your sobs and stroked your head.

"I've been... loo-king f-for you for.. so long?"

"I know, and I'm so sorry I put you through that. I shouldn't have tampered with the machine alone."

"Damn right." You pulled back abruptly and wiped your nose and eyes. Hoseok looked incredibly sympathetic and fixed the perching of his glasses as he gently grabbed your hands.

"Forgive me please?" He looked between your eyes and you frowned.

"Of fuckin' course I forgive you." Hoseok felt like smiling and did, you took your eyes off his lips and and looked at him stubbornly yet leaned in to kiss him anyway.

As always you felt the slightest graze of his long teeth and chuckled before separating.

"Now. How are we gonna get out of here." He turned around and looked like a deer in headlights until he felt his pockets and took out a paper.

"I figured out the solution." You glanced up at him and smirked.

"That's my hoseok.".

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partying like it's 2002 | jhs (m)

❃ Festivaled Away: Hope Fest Fashion Festival hosted by @bangtanbathhouse ⤞ Ticket: early 00's block party ⤞ Main Event: comfy sweats ⤞ Games: clothed sex

pairing — reader x hoseok summary — a little taste of immodesty never hurt nobody. genre — smut, pwp rate — 18+ word count — 0.5k warnings — explicit sexual content, exhibitionism (ish), oral sex (f receiving), masturbation (m receiving), unprotected sex

“Let’s get it percolatin’, while you’re waitin’, so just dance for me,” Mary’s voice boomed around the block. Impossible for the crowd not to sing along.

It seemed like the neighbors wouldn’t be able to dance the heat away. The face paint was already running, along with the melted popsicles on the floor. But the water balloon fight was worth it. The kids, still damp, ran frantically through the adults and successfully ignored the scoldings thrown their way.

Red and orange balloons painted the sky, complimenting the hot sun. The tents set up for shade were packed with people trying to avoid the glaring sun rays, and the sounds of footsteps on the grass were enough to keep Hoseok alert. He didn’t want to get caught. Unfortunately for him, Y/N didn’t seem to be as worried.

“Behave! You need to be quiet,” he whispered sharply, before kneeling and burying his face under her dress.

Hiding behind a neighbor’s wooden fence, Y/N wished she was trying her best to minimize her moans. Hoseok’s tongue was making that impossible. With one leg propped on his shoulder, she used his thick hair to bury his face even further.

Circular motions, up and down, the alphabet, the numerical system, you name it. Hoseok wanted to lay it all on her clit. But time was of the essence. Regardless, she continued to whisper his name time and time again.

Throwing caution to the wind, Y/N secured his face in place and whined her hips against his lips. He hardened his tongue so she could have at it, making her moan loudly. Hoseok quickly shut her up, placing his palm against her lips.

She clutched his hair tighter, and he knew that sign. With one last kiss, his lips parted from her labia, and he got to his feet in a second. She touched his bulge through his shorts and bit her lips when he hissed. She loved when Hoseok was at her mercy. She helped him open his shorts and moaned again at the sight of his cock.

“Get yourself together, I’m serious,” he whispered to her ear, but he wasn’t able to disguise the tremble in his voice. He hissed again when she spit in her hand and massaged his length. Not much longer, her thigh was hiked up to his hips, and he slowly entered her wet cunt.

For all the grief Hoseok gave her, you would think he’d be quiet. But he was also a moaning mess as his hips stroked back and forth. Y/N let out a long sigh, throwing her head back. Hoseok took advantage of her exposed neck, kissing it in every place he could. Her hands flew back to his hair, pulling it tightly when the warmth reached her core again. His hips picked up speed, and her walls clenched harder when he hit her spot.

She felt the release of her climax, with almost no more air on her lungs to let out another moan. Driving her to insanity, Hoseok continued his strokes, going after his own pleasure. The involuntary clenches of her walls helped him. With the final two slow and hard thrusts, he was a panting mess by her neck.

“I think we need to get a room,” he said, kissing her clavicle.

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Parings: Hoseok/Arissa Genre/Trope: NSFW, Fluff, Gang AU, Established Relationship Rating: 18+ Summary: Hoseok and Arissa’s alone time is interrupted and leads to the sweetest of nights spent together. Word Count: 1,769 Warnings: Mentions of Fighting, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Pet Names, Kissing, Body Worship, Lots of Skinship, Nudity, Extremally Soft Unprotected Sex.

ᴵᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳⁱᶠˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵒᵈᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hoseok creeps into the penthouse holding breath as he strains his ears to hear any sign of life. It’s well past midnight and Hoseok is not looking forward to the scolding that is coming his way. Toeing off his shoes, Hoseok grunts when his side throbs painfully, making him inhale sharply as the wind is knocked out of him. He can feel the cold sweat beading on his forehead, threatening to blind him as the sweat slides down towards his eyes. Shaking his head, Hoseok wipes his forehead with the back of his wrist and he freezes when the light above him flicks on.

At the entrance of the main room, Arissa stands with her arm crossed underneath her chest. Her hair is tucked away in a simple twisted silk scarf, acting as a crown that demands all of Hoseok’s attention as he avoids looking Arissa in her eyes. Arissa presses her tongue against her inner cheek and sucks her teeth as she takes in Hoseok’s beaten form. His face isn’t bad, no cuts, but Arissa can see a nasty bruise forming under the skin on the right side of his jaw. From how Hoseok is putting most of his weight on his left side, Arissa knows that he has either been stabbed or tackled. She can see any blood, so she’s going with tackled.

“Can you make it to the bathroom on your own?” Arissa scowls and Hoseok nods his head, thankful that she isn’t yelling at him…yet.

Turning on her heel, Arissa walks ahead of Hoseok and goes into the ensuite bathroom, starting to fill the tub up with hot water and menthol Epson salt. It was supposed to be a mini vacation away from all the bullshit that comes with being members of Bangtan but Taehyung called and told Hoseok that there was a business opportunity and it would have been foolish for them to let it go. So, Hoseok called in a few favors and left with a handful of bodyguards, leaving Arissa with her own guards for two whole days. Honestly, Hoseok didn’t think it would take that long, but the clients thought they were bigger than what they really were and made things more difficult than they needed to be.

The sound of Hoseok’s belt unbuckling catches Arissa’s ears as she goes about grabbing the heavy duty first aid kit that she sent Hardwick out to grab. Hoseok strips out of his clothing and he groans as he slowly sinks into the tub, the hot water burning his skin in a very pleasant way. Arissa sits at the edge of the tug, her baby blue sleeping set glowing on her brown skin. She pushes Hoseok’s dark chocolate locs from his sweaty forehead and sighs, “How bad is it?”

Hoseok stares up at Arissa and shakes his head, “Nothing a few pills won’t numb.”

Arissa makes a move to stand and Hoseok quickly grabs her wrist, keeping her seated at the edge of the tub.

“Hey,” Hoseok tugs on Arissa’s wrist lightly and she lifts her hand allowing Hoseok to slot his fingers between hers. Their wedding rings clink together and Hoseok brings Arissa’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m sorry. I know this trip was supposed to be about us.” Hoseok flips Arissa’s hand over and kisses her wrist. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Arissa runs the fingers of her free hand through Hoseok’s hair and nods her head. “Let me grab a cloth and I’ll wash you off. That bruise looks bad.” Arissa gives Hoseok’s hand a light squeeze and he lets her go, not once taking his eyes off her as she moves around the bathroom. Sitting back on the edge of the tub, Arissa takes her time as she lathers up the wash cloth in her hand. Her touch is firm and gentle as she washes away the dirt, sweat and grime that clings to Hoseok’s body. Arissa carefully washes Hoseok’s face with a fresh cloth taking extra care of the bruise on his jaw. Hoseok’s eyes flutter shut and his body relaxes, sinking deeper into the tub as Arissa’s starts to massage his sore shoulders and back.

Arissa touches a tender spot on Hoseok’s ribs and he groans, his body tensing before he grumbles to himself. Arissa apologizes and presses a kiss to Hoseok’s forehead, “Your ass needs a refresher course with Kookie.”

“Peach.” Hoseok’s voice is void of all playfulness and Arissa giggles at the frown on Hoseok’s lips. Having had enough of her teasing, Hoseok grabs Arissa’s hips and pulls her into the tub making her shout as she falls backwards into Hoseok’s lap.

“You jackass!” Arissa whines and it’s Hoseok’s turn to laugh. Arissa splashes some water in his face and Hoseok sputters, making Arissa crack a smile. “Move your hand. I need to wash your hair.” Arissa plucks Hoseok’s hand from her waist and situates herself so that she is now straddling his hips. Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows and Arissa can feel her cheeks heat up. “Stop squeezing my ass,” Arissa warns as she pours some shampoo into her hand.

“If I don’t?” Hoseok challenges and Arissa clicks her tongue.

“I’ll get soap in your eyes.”

Hoseok narrows his eyes as Arissa reaches for his hair and Arissa grins, showing all of her teeth knowing that she has won the fight. Hoseok closes his eyes and breaths out slowly through his nose as Arissa lightly scrubs his scalp. Her fingers are magic, her nails sending pleasant shivers down his spin as sleep calls his name.

“Tilt your head back, Yeobo.”

Hoseok is putty in Arissa’s hands the moment the term of entertainment leaves her lips. She doesn’t use the name often since Korean isn’t her mother tongue, but Hoseok loves it. Yeobo is a name just for him and him only. The rest of Bangtan are simply babe or jagiya if Arissa is feeling extra sweet…or she really wants something. Using the fancy detachable faucet, Arissa carefully rises the shampoo from Hoseok’s hair before she sets it down and washes his hair for the second time, only to repeat the process before she puts conditioner in his hair.

Hoseok’s fingers dig into the sides of Arissa’s bare thighs, massaging the skin and muscle as he trails his lips from the hollow of her throat to the start of her breasts. Lazy kisses and sucks of the skin, make Arissa sigh softly as Hoseok starts to massage her lower back. Arissa holds Hoseok’s head gently, almost cradling it in her hands as Hoseok samples her wet skin over and over again. She can feel him stiffening underneath her butt, but Hoseok makes no move to take things any farther. Arissa smiles to herself, this is what she loves the most…this is what this trip was supposed to be about.

Taking control, Hoseok peels the wet fabric of Arissa’s pajamas from her body and starts to wash her in the vanilla and green apple scented body wash. The tables have turned and Hoseok makes quick work of rinsing his hair before he steps out of the tub with Arissa in his arms. Grabbing a few towels, Hoseok dries the two of them off and he sets Arissa down on the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Arissa wonders as she watches Hoseok dig around the top of her dresser. She raises an eyebrow when Hoseok turns around with a jar of whipped cocoa butter in his hands. “Shouldn’t I be lathering you down?”

Hoseok shakes his head and walks over the bed, lowering himself to his knees in front of Arissa. He twists the lid off and scoops some of the creamy mixture into his hand. “Let me take care of you now, Peach.” Hoseok rubs his hands together, warming the butter up before he starts at Arissa’s feet and works his way up her leg; very slowly. His fingers apply just the right amount of pressure to not hurt and Arissa’s body melts faster than the cocoa butter against her skin. She tends to forget just how good Hoseok is with his hands when he’s always using them to hurt someone or pocket money. The callous on his fingertips are rough as they scrape against Arissa’s skin, but it soothes an invisible itch that Arissa didn’t know she had.

Arissa startles when Hoseok peppers kisses along her knees and thighs, his tongue darts out to lick at the natural stretch marks on her hips and Arissa bites her bottom lip. Hoseok smirks, feeling the way Arissa’s body gives way to his touch and he starts to nibble on the sweet skin of her hips and thighs. As much as he would love to bury his head between her legs, Hoseok knows that’s not what Arissa wants or needs right now. This getaway was for them to remind each other how much they love each other. It was supposed to be Hoseok’s way to shower Arissa in his love and pull her from the endless waves with his own two hands.

“Hobi-” Arissa tangles her fingers into Hoseok’s hair and gives the strands a light tug. “Want your mouth-”

Hoseok scrambles to his feet and follows Arissa onto the bed as he cages her between his arms. “I know Rissa. I know…” Hoseok covers her mouth with his and Arissa moans into the kiss. Hoseok’s body is so warm and hard against her own.

“H-Hoseok.” Arissa’s voice is muffled as she begs against his lips. and

Hoseok trails his lips down the length of her neck and back up before he breathes out, “I love you, Mrs. Jung.” Their lips lock together and tears seep from Arissa’s eyes as Hoseok speaks his love into her soul.

“Show me.”

Hoseok settles himself between Arissa’s legs and he angles his hips just right before he crashes his lips into Arissa’s once more, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he sinks into her again and again. The night slowly turns to day and when the sun finally peeks through the window, Arissa is sound asleep in Hoseok’s arms. Her head is laying on his bicep and Hoseok has an arm wrapped protectively around Arissa’s waist. Their hearts pound against each other and Hoseok blinks his eyes tiredly as the sunlight spills over Arissa’s body. She’s beautiful, his wife, his Queen, his Peach…his everything.

Hoseok yawns and snuggles his face into the scarf wrapped around Arissa’s head, “I love you, Arissa.” Hoseok’s voice is barely above a whisper as he drifts off to sleep.

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peculiarscriptures51 · 2 years

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~The one where he’s her gynecologist (JHS) ~

🌺This is an unrealistic interpretation, and under any other circumstance this stuff would be unprofessional and probably illegal, but this is for fun. Don't take it too seriously

Grace was in a very poor mood. She'd just gotten in yet another argument with her boyfriend over something that she thought was especially unfair and petty. She was brought back to the private doctor's office she was used to seeing every once in a while.

She already knew the drill, she having known the doctor for years. She was very professional and hardly cared about Grace's nudity. She never made any comments and kept things short and simple. That's what Grace loved about her because these appointments used to make her skin crawl.

She took her time getting undressed, unfortunately this was one of her annual pelvic exams she dreaded so much, but at least her doctor would make it a bit easier on her.

She puts on the paper thin gown she was instructed to wear, sitting up straight on the table and crossing her legs at the ankle. Not long after there was a knock at the door, to which she responded that the person on the other side could come in.

Grace was staring down at her feet swinging, only to look up and gawk in surprise at the man closing the door behind him. He wore the white coat with his name embroidered on the front of it: Dr. Hoseok Jung, Ob/Gyn. He sported a welcoming smile that almost calmed her nerves, but she still felt tense.

"Grace Evans?" He asked and Grace bobs her head, feeling uneasy. She shifts uncomfortably on the table, gulping as she was reminded by the sight of the stirrups that her legs couldn't be closed for much longer. He seemed to sense this and placed his clipboard under his arm, offering his hand to shake. She hesitates and slides her hand into his. He had a strong grip as he shook it with a smile.

"I'm Dr. Jung, I will be taking Dr. Laura Terrence's place from now on."

Grace didn't mean to be rude, but she wanted and explanation. "What, why?"

"Unfortunately Dr. Terrence has suffered a heart attack. She's better now, but unable to keep up with work. I assure you that this procedure will go just as smoothly with me as it did with her." He informed politely and Grace bobbed her head, sighing quietly to herself.

He looks down at his clipboard, probably reading her patient information. He pulls up his stool, which was significantly higher than the setting Dr. Terrence usually kept it at. He sits down before her, "Before we get started I want to ask you questions. Dr. Terrence left me information about all of her patients in addition to the paperwork, but I would personally like to understand you better. In case things have changed since you last spoke, of course."

Grace looked into his warm brown eyes, he had ridiculously clear, smooth skin, he almost didn't seem real. And he smelled good too, not like a strong cologne but a natural scent that surely wouldn't bother anyone. She blinks as he starts to ask her personal questions about hygiene, potential causes for concern - all the embarrassing stuff. She didn't hold back though, he may have been ridiculously handsome but he was still her doctor and if something were to go wrong down there he had to know about it. She still felt flustered though, and if she weren't mistaken she'd have sworn he chuckled a little bit at her shyness. Like he thought she was cute.

He's probably married, maybe they just didn't do rings or something. And she had a boyfriend that she was quite shaky with. She needed to stop swooning because Hoseok was a few minutes away from staring down her vagina. Thank god she waxed a couple of days beforehand, she was sure he wouldn't judge but she wouldn't feel right if she had a bush down there, it made her shudder at the thought of it.

"Are you alright?" He asked, having caught her in her daze. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I? Would you prefer a woman? Don't worry, I'm not offended." Ugh, he was so professional and qualified. And damn that sweet, kind smile on his face that made it seem like he really cared about her well-being.

Grace quickly shakes her head, fumbling with the hem of the paper gown she had on. "No, it's fine, I'm not worried about that. It's just that Dr. Terrence has always been my Gyn... Until today, I guess."

"Ah, I see. Well, hopefully you can be as comfortable with me as you were with her." He said, scooting across the room and grabbing some gloves.

"Hopefully... " Grace muttered in agreement.

"You can lie back now, I'll ready the tools." He announced and Grace bites her cheeks, internally screaming.

He's probably seen hundreds of vaginas, surely hers couldn't be a bad experience, right? She was over thinking it. She lied back until her back met the hard cushion behind her and she lifted each leg into the stirrups.

She watched him grab the special tools - which took her months to stop being afraid of when she first had these exams.

He returns, his smile having wiped away into a look of focus. It was kind of sexy, but she needed to control herself because if there was any time to be aroused it was exactly not now. "Alright, standard pelvic exam for today. So far, externally everything looks pretty good. Have you had children?"

"No..." That question alone depressed Grace. It wasn't that she couldn't, but her boyfriend wanted to. And she really wanted to wait, hence the implant she had. "You don't sound too thrilled, are you planning to have kids?"

"Well.... Yes and no. Personally, I don't want kids right now but my boyfriend is really pushing for it." She admitted and he hummed in understanding, Grace flinched when she felt his strong hand grip the back of her thigh for a moment.

"Well, in my professional opinion, you should wait until you're ready. He should understand what having a baby would mean for you." Dr. Jung advised, Grace barely felt the tool he was inserting, as compared to Dr. Terrance who would just shove it in there like she was just another hole.

"Dr. Jung..." She started.

"Yes?" He looked up briefly from between her legs and Grace fought the hot feeling in her stomach when his eyes temporarily met hers. "In your personal opinion, what should I do? My boyfriend has threatened our relationship if I don't agree to have his baby."

The professional furrowed his brows at that, looking back up at her with a frown on his lips, "Honestly, Ms. Evans, that kind of toxicity won't do you any good. Especially if a baby was brought into the mix."

Grace hums, feeling a bit of weight on her chest, "You're saying you think I should move on?"

"Not exactly. You're a healthy grown woman, Ms. Evans. You can do what you want, and I can't make you do anything. But my recommendation? Do what you think you have to do to eliminate your stress. It's taking a toll on your body."

She lifts her head more to see the top of his head, "You can tell I'm stressed from looking down there?"

"No, but it's in your body language. Actually, there's one question I left out earlier." He said, pulling the tool away.

"And that is?" She asked, swallowing as he stood up from his stool. With two fingers he gently presses down on the top of her pelvic bone, which was quite a sensitive area for her. She bit her lip and fought a jolt in her hips. Though the tingles traveled down her spine.

His other two fingers inched in and Grace bit her lips, surely he was just checking to make sure everything was about right.

"Are you sexually active?" He asked, his voice suddenly a bit more hushed.

Grace stares up at him, it was a standard question. She was sure almost all doctors ask it. But something about his tone made it feel different. Or maybe that was his fingertips on her cervix, moving around. Grace struggles not to squirm and avoids looking at him. He had large hands and long fingers, and she never thought a man's hands could be as attractive as his.

She was unsure how to answer his question, and was surprised to hear a light chuckle bellow from his chest, a small smile on his lips. "You're not. I can tell."

Grace couldn't help but shudder this time, fully expecting him to have removed his fingers by now, it was making her stomach hot again and the attractive smirk growing on his face wasn't helping. "H-How'd you know?"

"It's not uncommon for stressed people to resort to sex, especially if they're in a relationship. But you are in a relationship, and yet you are no where near as moist as you should be." His professional, educated tone wasn't doing much to ease her arousal at all. Grace quickly thinks of an explanation to stop thinking about it.

"I've been avoiding him..." She admitted.

Dr. Jung hummed. "If you'd like, I can refer you to a good friend of mine. His name is Dr. Kim Namjoon, he can give you a great therapy session."

Grace shakes her head, there was no hope for her relationship anymore. She groaned just thinking of her boyfriend and it was pathetic that she was getting all hot just at the sensation of her gynecologist having two fingers inside of her.

"I-I don't think that will be necessary, Dr. Jung." She murmured, yelping in surprise and covering her mouth at the sensation of his fingers both curling slowly. She looked back up at him, ready to apologize for her inappropriate behavior, only to find a smirk still making his face. And god damn was it attractive.

"If you insist, Ms. Evans. If you want, I can help you with your deprivation, it'd be healthy to restore that moisture. Would you like that?"

Grace blinked in shock, feeling his fingers curling again, she felt her head bob as she bit back a moan. She shouldn't be doing this. Oh God, this was terrible.

She felt the heat spreading, and quivered as he moved his fingers more. He cooed in satisfaction as the moisture made itself present. "That's better, this is the kind of wetness I'd prefer my favorite patient has. Doesn't that feel better?"

Grace whimpers as his fingers slip in and out slightly, continuing to curl inside of her. "I think it is. You know, orgasms are very healthy. Do you recall the last time you had one?"

Grace couldn't speak, if she tried she'd be a moaning mess. Hell, who wouldn't when the hot doctor between your legs was fingering the hell out of you? And in every perfect place. She shakes her head, watching his hand move between her legs, the other flat on her exposed stomach, keeping her pinned down.

"Well, if you're comfortable, I can make sure you get a good one. How's that sound?" Grace eagerly bobs her head, his other hand moves and traces her pelvic bone, making her hips jolt again. If her legs weren't in the stirrups, surely she would have accidentally kicked him. She whimpers at the hot feeling, his finger tracing her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"You're in good health, Grace. I've seen a lot in my time but never have I been faced with a vagina as pretty as yours."

Grace felt moisture starting to seep beneath her, whimpering as the hot sensation began to engulf her body. He didn't move his fingers any faster and rush her orgasm, rather he kept it steady. Grace tries to close her legs before they could start quivering but he uses his free hand to push her thigh back. "Relax. Doctor's orders." He said in a firm tone.

Grace whimpers, trying not to pant too hard as the magic of his fingers make her come undone. She covers her mouth with both hands, squirming on her back as the heat rises. Her pelvis bucks with his fingers, and her legs quiver. The steady pace he kept going prolonged her orgasm, and had her back arching, eyes rolling back. She'd never had an orgasm that long or powerful in her life.

He smooths out her high, removing his fingers from inside her and placing his wet palm onto her intimacy. Grace flinches at the sensitivity she felt against her bundle of nerves. She had moisture gleaming on the insides of her thighs from her powerful orgasm. "Good girl, you did very well." He pulls off his wet glove and reaches inside a drawer for a towel, which he gently pats on her thighs and pelvis.

Grace, still quivering and in shock from the experience, looks up at her doctor with slightly teary eyes. "Are you alright? Was it too much?"

"Do you do that with all of your patients?" She wondered at last.

"No," he stated simply as he tossed his gloves in the trash. "Only you."

"I figured you'd be married..." She murmured, and he simply shook his head. "What is this, Dr. Jung? A one time thing?"

"It doesn't have to be. I reiterate that I can't make you do anything, but that prick you call a boyfriend clearly doesn't have any respect for you and especially not your body."

Grace couldn't help but to laugh gently to herself, "So you are saying I should break up with him?" He grabs her folded clothes from the nearby counter and hands it to her, pulling out his clipboard and scrawling something on a sticky note. He hands it to her with that hot smirk of his, winking as she sits up and accepts it.

"Terminating that relationship is my best recommendation."

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