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yoonbroom · 8 months

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BTS FIC RECS

a list of BTS fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! and anything with * are my own thoughts. now onto the recs ↓

KIM SEOKJIN

TURN BACK TIME - @raplinesmoon

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut

After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

WITH YOU - @yoonpobs

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, ceo, marriage, divorce, parent

marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.

UNTITLED - @eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent

"I loved the dad joon and dad yoongs drabble 🥹 it's freaking cuteeee omg jade 😭😭 *whisper* can you do dad-to-be or dad seokjin too please...? I'm on a seokjin missing hour 🥹 thank you ❤️❤️"

LONG TERM COUPLE - @taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist *the whole long term couple series is honestly one of my faves😭*

MIN YOONGI

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers

long term couple masterlist

NO MORE - @gyukult

series (two-shot), angst, smut, fluff, unrequited love, college, secret relationship

yoongi doesn’t like your consistent pining, and one day, after finally coming to terms that he will never reciprocate any feelings back, you give up. yet, for some reason, yoongi is the one who can’t come to terms with the consequences of when he says ‘no more.’

VOWS AKA 10 WAYS TO WIN YOUR HUSBAND'S HEART - @hamsterclaw

series, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, est relationship

You’ve been in your arranged marriage with Yoongi for five years, and he’s never once retaliated for anything you’ve done to him. One day you realise you’ve lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

CARE FOR YOU - @archivedkookie

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, marriage, doctor au

Yoongi will always care for you, no matter what.

BABY, YOU CAN DRIVE MY CAR PT.2- @jungshookz

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, mechanic au

welcome to min mechanics - what can i do for you today, doll?

THE TROPHY WIFE - @taeyohonic

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

the proposal doesn’t go as planned

BACK-BURNER - @/yoonpobs

series, angst, fluff, smut, sisters best friend, friends to lovers

sometimes you felt like you were the back-burner of a two-decade-long friendship. how could you ever compete?

VEGAS BABY - @chimivx

series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au, parent au

A peek into the life of an Idol and his soulmate tackling the obstacles that come with having a surprise in the whirlwind of a world they live in. { This link takes you to the full collection of works. }

JUNG HOSEOK

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

ONE NIGHT LIGHT - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, parent

Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

AT THE CONCERT - @katnisspeetaprim

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

Hoseok was quite insistent that you come to this show in particular...

KIM NAMJOON

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

UNTITLED - @/eoieopda

drabble, fluff, est relationship, parent au

dad!joon

ALONE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY - @monimonimoon

drabble, angst, est relationship

Namjoon promised he would be there on your birthday, he wouldn't be working, he certainly wouldn't work late. Sometimes, increasingly frequently, he broke his promises.

ME AND YOUR MAMA - @joonberriess

oneshot, smut, fluff, est relationship

you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

PARK JIMIN

ROCK BOTTOM - @jkbabiey

oneshot, angst, fluff, smut, marriage, idol au

When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

MASK ON - @herherteartear

series, fluff, angst, smau, single dad au

blind dates are never the move.. unless your best friend is vouching for the person you're going on a date with. it couldn't be that bad, right? wrong. now you're in love with a man who has a big secret. a big secret with chubby cheeks and pig tails.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

KIM TAEHYUNG

MINI ME - @bts-reveries

series, fluff, angst, smau, strangers to lovers, parent au, artist au

Unlike his best friends, Taehyung was young, wild, and free. No relationship, no babies, no responsibilities. Well he had his puppy, but that was it. Taehyung watched his nieces and nephews grow up and it was no secret that he too wanted to have one of his own someday. So what will happen when he finally finds someone that matches his personality (and himself) well?

WELCOME TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL - @tteokggukk

oneshot, fluff, idol au, strangers to lovers

"He’s been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he’d subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting."

ONE OF THE BOYS - @littlemisskookie

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends, best friends to lovers, high school

All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, (best)friends to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

"I WISH ID NEVER MET YOU" " I HATE YOU" - @v-hope

oneshot, angst, idol au

"pls do 12 and 27 with tae (angst)"

JEON JUNGKOOK

UNTITLED - @onlyswan

oneshot, fluff, angst, est relationship, idol au

in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

ME AND MY HUSBAND - @gashinabts

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, est relationship, parent au

You don’t want to brag but you have the world’s greatest husband. Jungkook packs your lunch everyday, and makes cute shapes with the fruit. There’s even a little note, ‘ Have a good day at work, Baby! <3’. Smiling to yourself you place the note down, and eat your food with content.

17 GOING ON 27 - @hansolmates

oneshot, fluff, angst, photographer au

one second, you’re sobbing at prom because the most popular guy in school dumps you due to your relationship being a little prank to break your heart. the next? you’re a creative editor at Ego, the hottest young adult fashion magazine. as you try to figure out what’s the deal with this sudden time skip into adulthood, you come across relationships and friendships that are made to be cherished and made to be broken.

HOME - @bonny-kookoo

oneshot, fluff, smut, idol au

Singing about love without having experienced it properly before, Jungkook felt a little foolish- as if he didn’t quite have the rights to the words he’d put out there for others to listen to. But Jungkook also loved to learn new things; and loving you was one of them.

LONG TERM COUPLE - @/taetaespeaches

series, fluff, angst, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au

long term couple masterlist

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xddaengx · 1 year

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The Little Things

✧ Pairings: ot7 BTS x Reader

✧ Genre: fluffy ⎜romance ⎜ polyamory ⎜ recovery au ⎜idol!bts ⎜sfw ⎜domestic!bts au ⎜established relationship ⎜

✧ Warnings: mentions of heart condition ⎜ mentions of surgery ⎜ reader is in recovery from a surgery ⎜ bts just being sweet ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4.2k

✧ Summary: You've never been more glade to have seven men by your side to help with your recovery. Even when times get tough you know they have your back.

Inspiring Song : Hold Us Together by H.E.R and Tauren Wells

✧ Author’s Note: This was requested by @lelewright1234 - i didn't follow to request to a tee and it ended up more domestic and fluffy then angst but I hope you still like it.

‘The rising stars from South Korea are stunning all with their good looks. Girls all over the world and wondering whether these six young men have anyone special in their lives. Just look at our swooning reporter on the red carpet.’

The camera pans over, six very familiar faces fill the screen for a moment, each holding a long glare at the flashing lights in front of them, trying to follow each instruction given by the paparazzi. The camera continues to pan, stopping on the wide mouthed blonde reporter watching them move down the red carpet towards her, you can almost see her vibrating with excitement.

“I don’t know why you always watch these.” The remote is snatched from your hand as a body drops heavily onto the couch besides you, the channel quickly changing despite your protesting. “I wasn’t even there.” He adds.

“Hey, I was watching that.” You hiss, leaning over trying to snatch the controller back. The larger man just smiles, stretching his arm so it’s further away, the remote far out of reach. “I like watching them all on the carpet, they look so handsome in your suits.” You coo, smiling with triumph as the channel flicks back. “You’d look great too if you were there.” You say with triumph.

“That’s all you had to say.” Your gaze pauses on the screen, the boys standing stiff on the carpet as a girl tries to squeeze in the middle of them, asking quickly for a photo. You continue to watch as the boys smile politely not declining as the girls manager snaps a quick shot.

“Do you know who she is?” You question turning towards the large man, surprised as he shakes his head a grimace on his face.

“No, but manager Se jin probably just told them to smile and take the photo, I think shes some record label CEO’s daughter.” You feel a shiver run down his spine as he reaches for you, one arm draping over your shoulder his remaining hand beckoning your closer.

“So, do you have anyone special in your life?” You question, your voice mimicking the earlier reporters as you hold your invisible microphone towards him, your body leaning forwards as he tugs you against him, landing on his chest with a heavy ooft.

“Why I do happen to have someone special at home… Someone very very special to all of us.” Jin speaks softly into your fake microphone, smiling at the way he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin. “We’ve all missed you cupcake.” He hums as you relax against him, dropping your invisible mic to lean against his chest, basking in his comforting warmth. You watch beeps loudly at his words, a deep chuckle escaping in.

“Making your heart flutter?” He questions jokingly, your hands making quick work of ripping off the watch and throwing it to the other side of the couch. You glare up at him before repositioning until your back lay against his chest, your head sitting comfortably in the crook of his neck.

“When are the others getting back?” You question, lacing your fingers with his and he rests them against your stomach, one finger tracing the adhesive gauze on your upper chest.

“Soon.” He says softly, his breath whispering against your skin as he sighs after, his fingers tracing over your collarbones. “How long till your next check up?” He questions.

“A few weeks, but they think everything is going to be fine, it wasn’t major surgery just a battery replacement.” You respond quickly, your body almost fully relaxed against him as you hear the front door open, the rush of shoes being shaken off and slippery steps down the hallway.

“Be gentle, she’s still recovering.” You hear Hoseok yell down the hallway, Jin groaning as the younger three member bound into the living room, their faces bright with excitement. Jin presses a soft kiss on your cheek before helping you sit up, slipping out from behind you leaving space available for the others to fit.

“Before you all ask the same question, she’s fine, doing well, still sleepy and sore, she has a check up in a few weeks to ensure everything is going well but she needs to rest until then.” Jin spits out the information your relayed to him over the afternoon, his hand squeezing on your upper thigh the whole car ride home from the surgery centre.

Taehyung is the first to take a seat, plopping on the floor in front of you, his chin resting gently against your knee as he looks up at you. “How do you feel?” He whispers, one of his hands sitting tight against your ankle his eyes locked with yours.

“Fine. A little sleepy is all, doctor said the anaesthetic can take a few hours to ware off.” You answer, your hand reaching for him, running through his freshly dyed black locks, pushing the hair away from his face. Jimin is the next to plonk next to you, his movements soft and slow, not wanting to jostle the couch wrong and hurt you. His gaze is worried as he glances over you making sure there were no signs of discomfort or pain, once he’s satisfied you aren’t lying he shoots your a bright grin, your own smile mirroring his.

Jungkook is last of the three to join you, taking a moment to watch his friends before shaking his head and barreling towards you, his body slides behind you, his arms snatching you up and tugging you against him. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He mumbles as he buries his head into your hair, letting out a delighted sigh at the smell of your perfume. The older members finally walk into the lounge room taking in the sight with a roll of their eyes, carrying on into the kitchen to help Jin with dinner.

“Put the monitor back on.” You hear Jin shout from the kitchen, Jimin passing it to you quickly, your face in a pout as you secure it back on your wrist. The doctors demanded you wear a pulse rate monitor over the next to weeks to keep record of any possible complications.

This may have been your first battery replacement but was certainly not your first operation.

The first was when you were six, diagnosed with bradycardia and syncope, often having strange fainting spells when playing with your friends. You doctors were concerned that partial collapse of a valve may be causing the slow heart rhythm so they cut you open.

The second operation was when you were twelve for the pace maker to be placed, too many trips to the emergency room over the six years between meant your doctors wanted to give you a way to reset your rhythm without a trip to the hospital.

The third surgery was three weeks later when your pacemaker had a malfunction, your father rushing you to the emergency room as the machine shocked your heart several times with no reason, the doctors went in and placed a new one, this one was successful.

Your fourth surgery was six hours ago, the first time your pacemaker has alerted you to a low battery, the doctors happy to see the machine was doing well, decided a quick battery replacement should do the trick, and once you get signed off in two weeks it should be another ten to fifteen years before you need another surgery.

The heart monitor beeped loudly if you had a interruption to the rhythm, whether it be a slow in rate or a raise in rate, the machine loved to alert the boys when they made you get butterflies in your tummy, like it was now. Taehyung raises and eyebrow in amusement as you slap at the watch trying to turn off the alarm as Jungkook presses soft kisses on your skin, whispering about how much he missed you. Jimin just rolled his eyes at the youngest affections.

It had been two weeks since you’d seen any of them but Jin, the six members attending schedules in America while Jin came home a week early to care of you leading up to your surgery. The risk of complications while the pacemakers battery was running out was high so he wanted to be there in case something happened. The company had made up a statement about covid that quickly quashed any fan concerns as to why the oldest wasn’t attending the award shows.

The night continues easily, the eight of you slipping into routines as if nothing ever happened. The movie closed with its credits your body sat in the direct middle of the couch, the two boys still besides you and one still perched on the floor in front of you, his head resting on your knees as you braid and unbraid his hair, happy for the minor distraction of playing with his hair.

Your eyes are burning from the effort its taking to keep them open, the long day and recovery from the anaesthetic leaving you feeling tired and weak. Most of the boys had noticed as your fingers slowed in Taehyung hair halfway through the movie.

“I think its bed time.” Yoongi is the first to speak, pushing himself up from the couch before moving to stand in front of you, his hands reaching out to help you stand. You place your hands in his, happy for the assistance as he pulls you off the soft cushions, Taehyung protesting as the loss of warmth on his back.

“You’ll see her tomorrow don’t be such a baby.” Yoongi grumbles, his hands tightly clasping yours as he pulls you away from the others, your gaze shooting over your shoulder as you bid them all farewell. Yoongi’s apartment was down the hall from Jin’s a twenty second walk, the producer unlocking the door quickly leading you inside before closing the door, disabling the keypad so the others couldn’t sneak in.

“I thought you could actually use some sleep tonight.” Yoongi says quietly, his gaze flicking down to the small bandage on your chest before back to your face.

“Well the doctor said no strenuous exercise for the next six weeks so nothing could’ve happened anyway.” You chuckle, leaning forwards to press a soft peck against his cheeks before making your way down the hall to his bathroom. You stop in your tracks as you glance at the fluffy robe and variety of soaps on the counter, a pair of brand new slippers sitting besides the shower as well.

“I thought you might want a nice hot shower, I know anaesthetics always make me feel slimy.” He says coming up behind you, his comments bring back the reminder of his own recovery from his shoulder repair, the joint stinging with phantom pain as his opposite hand raises to rub at it.

His words seem come out confident but you can tell by the way his hand reaches for yours that he was nervous about his gift. “It’s perfect. It’s the little things that matter.” You respond, a small gummy smile breaking out on his face as he offers to leave you alone while you shower.

“Actually, I might need some help.” You whisper, unsure how to ask. “It really hurts to raise my arms and I need to wash my hair.” You add on, Yoongi faltering but nodding in agreement quickly. Yoongi moves quick to run the bath, deciding it would be easier to wash your hair in the large tub, your body being able to relax in the steaming water.

“Be careful not to wet the surgical site.” Yoongi comments as he faces the wall, wanting to give you privacy as you slip out of your pyjamas, slowly dropping into the warm water, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth surrounds you. You’re careful to do as Yoongi says, keeping your upper chest sitting just above the waterline.

“You can turn around.” You say quietly, not knowing why the situation felt so different. The two of you had seen each other naked before, multiple times even but this felt weird.

You felt vulnerable, as he perches on his knees besides the tub, his gaze locking on your face and not daring to glance anywhere else as he prepares the shampoo and conditioner. His eyes slip slightly landing on the light bruising around your surgical site, the clear waterproof bandage the only thing keeping the wound safe from the water.

“Does it hurt a lot?” He questions, shuffling on his knees a bit so he’s closer to your head.

“Not a lot, more of an ache then anything.” You respond, your eyes automatically closing as he cups the water dampening the hair before beginning to massage in the soapy shampoo.

“It’s mango.” He comments. “You’re favourite.” You hum in delight, your body relaxing a little bit further as his finger work against your scalp, slipping down the massage the back of your neck before he rinses the bubbles off your head.

Yoongi makes quick work of the hair wash, drying his hands on a towel as he leaves you to finish washing up on your own, wanting to prepare the bed. You manage to pull yourself out of the bathtub with minimal struggle, slipping your arms into the cozy robe and your feet into your new slippers before shuffling down the hallway to Yoongi’s bedroom, letting out a groan of delight as the large pillowy bed, the covers already pulled back, your fresh pyjamas sitting on the edge.

You dress quickly, deciding Yoongi must be cleaning himself up, before sliding onto the mattress, the bed feeling like a soft cocoon at the end of a long day. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to drift close, Yoongi walking into the room almost silently with the cups of tea, letting out a light chuckle at your clearly asleep form on the bed.

He’s quick to forgo the tea placing both full cups onto the night stand before tugging the feather down duvet over your clean body. He takes a few moments, sweeping your drying hair out of your face, his finger playing with the springy curls on top of your head, he knows he’ll have to brush in your curl refreshing conditioner tomorrow and help you brush out some knots, but reminds himself that’s a problem for later.

Yoongi switches off the lamp besides you before making his way to the other side, slipping under the covers making himself comfortable before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his as he presses a kiss against the crown of your head.

“Thank you for being here.” He whispers, pretending not to notice the quiet alert of your heart monitor.

“Should we tell her?” The voices whisper outside the closed bedroom door, the mattress is empty besides you, Yoongi must’ve snuck out earlier. The ache in your chest is stronger than yesterday, your pain medications clearly wearing off, you finally lift your head from the pillows glancing down at your phone to see a stream of missed calls and text messages.

You lock your phone again, not wanting to read any messages as you push yourself out of the bed, swinging the door open with a look of confusion, the seven men huddled outside the bedroom.

“Tell me what?” You question, your arms crossing against your chest as each of them look around the circle in questioning.

“There was an article released this morning.” Namjoon is the first to speak, sending a quick nod to Jimin who pulls up the news site on his phone showing you the title as Namjoon continues to explain. “Jin was sighted at the hospital when he went to pick you up - dispatch has sent the internet on a spiral to figure out who you are and what he was doing there.” You feel the way your stomach drops in dread.

As open as you and the boys were with your relationship, you had always been careful with public affection and exposing yourself, dreading the day their fans found out and how they’d react to the news.

“And?” You spur Namjoon to continue.

“They’ve found what they needed, HYBE is currently in contacts with lawyers but they think it’s for the best if a comment is made as soon as possible.” Joon sighs and rubs his forehead, Jimin taking his leaders silence as a cue to finish explaining.

“They want you and Jin to come out with an offical statement that you’re in a relationship.” You can’t help the way your brows furrowed, confusion setting in. “Just you and Jin.” Jimin adds, his own eyes soft as he reaches out to squeeze your hand.

“Our relationship is taboo cupcake.” Jin speaks quickly, “It will make things easier if the news is shared about a couple not an octuple.” He explains, not being able to help the chuckle at his own choice of words.

“Well what do you all think?” You ask slowly. You can already tell from Kook’s face that he’s uncomfortable, the rest seem to be keeping their emotions under raps.

You all knew this would happen one day, news would get out and scandals would ensue but you never thought it would be so soon, and for some reason never considered only telling the world about one eighth of your relationship.

“It’s for the best, it’ll lessen the blow to the fans.” Taehyung speaks, his face set in stone as he sighs, “They wouldn’t take it well if they knew you managed to snag all seven of us.” You can appreciate the way his comment makes the rest of the room light up, each of the boys letting out a hum in agreement.

“I’ll make the call to the heads.” Namjoon leaves the apartment with his phone pressed to his ear.

News spreads quickly, headlines upon headlines about world wide handsome being stolen from the market - it’s not long before it feels like your entire identity is put online for the world to see and scrutinise, photos of you spreading like wildfire.

The older members had left an hour ago to attend a press conference to answer any questions that needed to be answered about the worldwide news - Jungkook had left for his training session at the local boxing gym, Jimin having to leave for some conference calls about an upcoming project.

“Everything will be fine.” Taehyung whispers against your head as his body wraps around you, your head tucked under his chin as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “Jin has been the best at setting boundaries, fan are more likely to respect his choices.” Taehyung continues softly, his soothing working well for your anxieties though you can tell he’s bitter about the situation.

“I know, but what if they don’t like me?” You ask, quickly adding, “the fans, I mean.”

Taehyung just shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a breathy laughs as he mumbles, “doesn’t matter, cause as long as we love you, they have no choice but to love you too.” His laugh grows heartier as your watch lets out a high pitched alarm, your emotions never allowed to be a secret.

You’re not quiet sure when the two of you fell asleep, maybe it was around the third final destination movie, the sounds of endless screaming lulling you both into comfortable slumber, but you awake slowly to the soft poking against your shoulder.

“Love?” Taehyung’s voice rumbles underneath you, his phone screen lighting up his face as he turns it towards you, a proud smile on his face.

‘Jin is a lucky man.’

‘I heard she survived a heart attack, only the strongest partner for our worldwide handsome.’

“I’ve never had a heart attack but close enough” you sputter.

‘If I were the other members I’d be jealous of Jin.’

The comments underneath the article from dispatch are coming in troves, each of them more complimentary then the last. “Bet this isn’t what they expected.” Taehyung laughs proudly as he continues to read the comments being left under the article.

“I wish I was as pretty as her.” He reads in a high pitched tone.

“If I were the other members I would have such a big crush.” He continues.

“I love her hair.” He speaks the compliment with a bright smile, pinching a curl between his thumb and pointer finger, straightening out the piece of hair before letting it spring back in place. “I told you they’d love you.” He brag, locking his phone and placing it to the side.

“They’re right you know.” Taehyung says softly as you climb off of him, bushing your hair back into a hair tie to keep it off your face. You look at him in question as he wastes no time in teasing, “I have the biggest crush on you.”

Things were different now - Jin was able to take you to events, you often preferring to hang around the managers while they walked down the red carpet, taking photos and answering questions, but as soon as the spotlight was off them, Jin hand met with yours, your fingers linking together as he leads you to the table set up for your group.

The emerald green dress you wore was custom order by Taehyung, the cut of the front and back a low V showing off the pink scars on your chest and back - the man whispering endless praise throughout the night as you faced your fears of showing off the large scarring.

The boys had been making it clear in interviews that although you were Jin’s ‘girlfriend’ they all had a strong connection with you and cared for you deeply, trying to hint in a discreet way their feelings for you to the public.

Most fans has taken the relationship well, the rare few complaining that their beloved was stolen from them - but none had been as bold as the reporter tonight.

“Your girlfriend is brave.” She says to Jin, Namjoon translating quickly as she speaks, “Showing up with her misfortunes on display like that - I wouldn’t dare.” She laughs at the end of her sentence trying to play off the insult as a joke. Namjoon freezes, not sure how to translate what the female reporter said, looking at her with a stern gaze.

“I think this interview is over.” He says sternly, manager Se jin nodding quickly, guiding your group further up the carpet to the next reporter waiting. Namjoon pauses for a minute before turning back to the stunned reporter.

“She is brave.” He confirms. “She is braver than you will ever be, she has survived horrible illness and has recovered and she is free to be proud of her battle scars, I think you should really think about your remarks in the future.” Namjoon is nothing but professional, but all of you can see the way his body is coiled tight with anger.

You send him a quick smile as he rejoins the group, continuing the evening as if nothing every happened.

“I appreciate what you said.” You say softly as the body guards pull out your chair besides the leader, the two of you taking a seat at the table. Your hand reaches for Namjoon’s on the table giving it a quick squeeze before letting go, not wanting to give anyone time to snap a picture.

“Anytime.” He jokes, the dimple on his cheek deepening as he sends you a bright smile. “I feel like we’re going to have some new headlines by the end of the night.” He sighs as he rubs his chin, the smile still not dropping from his face.

“I’m sure everyone will find any footage of angry Joon as attractive as I do.” You tease, smiling at the way the pink rises on his neck and the tips of his ears. “Finally.” You exclaim, glad for once your emotions aren’t the one on display, only to let out a long groan as your watch lets out a wail in alarm at your excitement, the group letting out howling laughs.

This you could get used to.

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bts-0t-7 · 5 months

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Learning Flights | JHS

Pair: Hobi x reader

Summary: Tour life can be difficult and even the strongest relationships can be broken down when one is overwhelmed. Your attempts to voice your concerns about Hobi’s well-being were quickly shot down by the man himself.

Genre: Established relationship, angst, idol, BTS on world tour

WC: 1155

Hoseok has always been the sunshine of the group and an everlasting burning sun in your life. You have always loved his energy, optimism, and warm, infectious smile. You loved how he could always keep you on your toes and make you laugh. Not a single second with him ever turns boring.

And ARMY feels the same.

During his tours and performances, fan meets and videos, it was always a memorable experience for them to remember. It was no different for the current world tour that they are on. The tour has been a whirlwind of excitement and energy, with Hobi’s performances leaving ARMY asking for more. But behind those dazzling lights and loud cheers, you could see that something had changed in his usually vibrant demeanour.

From the packed schedules, late nights, and constant travel, you watched him struggle to keep up with appearances. You could see that the tour was starting to take a toll on him, fatigue creeping in almost after the performance finished. The underlying strain was leaving him more weary and irritable. And as usual, as his partner, you felt a deep concern for his well-being. Worried for him, you constantly try to check up on him but your attempts to voice your concerns have been mainly met with short, clipped responses or irritability.

One evening, as you sat on the tour bus, the weight of the tension between you began to feel difficult to bear. Hoseok had barely slept the night before and they had rushed over right after the performances. Everybody’s luggage was a mess as nobody had much time to pack due to the packed schedules. You knew that his patience was wearing thin as he had snapped at you for simple questions and comments.

It hurts to say, but it certainly stung.

But you didn’t let it show on your face. You knew that he was exhausted and not feeling his best. You knew that it was difficult for him and he needed to save most of his energy for his fans during the concerts. You could understand, but it hurts.

When you finally dared to ask him again, you reached out to touch his hand, “Are you okay, Hobi?”

His response was sharper than usual, edged with frustration. “Can you stop asking me if I’m okay? I’m fine, okay? Can’t you just give me some goddamn space?”

His harsh words hung in the air and you recoiled, blinking back your tears. You quickly sank back into the seat and stared out at the window, feeling the distance grow between you. You were hurt by his reaction and the swooning fans outside the bus had no idea what was happening on the bus. Not wanting to irritate him any further, you smiled at the fans. You didn’t want to disrupt the harmonious image that they have of BTS.

Slowly as the journey continues, you feel the distance between you grow. The weight of his words was pressing down on you and you weren’t sure how much longer you could bear the silence. After a while, far enough from the fans, you moved to the empty seat beside Jimin.

Giving you a sympathetic smile, Jimin opened up the blanket and offered you some space. You settled beside him as he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a sense of silent reassurance.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, Namjoon came over and sat down beside the both of you, occupying the seat that you sat on previously. He cast you a reassuring smile as he said, “I know Hoseok’s been a bit on edge recently, but it’s not your fault. He’s just tired and constant pressure can get to anyone.”

You sighed in Jimin’s hold as you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. “I know. I just don’t want to bother him when he’s tired.”

Namjoon gave you a knowing look but nodded all the same. “Hobi will come around, don’t worry.”

The rest of the journey continued in sombre silence, the members feeling the tension on the bus and constantly sneaking glances at the both of you. Jimin’s body was like a furnace and with the cold air blasting right above the both of you, it was a nice temperature for a cuddle buddy.

As the bus reached the next hotel, you waited for Hobi to step off before passing him his luggage. He looked worn out and weary, and for a moment, you hesitated. Placing down your hand that unintentionally reached out to him, you turned your back to him, deciding to retire in Jimin’s room today. The both of you were exhausted and having a conversation on what had happened now would not turn out nice. You hoped that Hoseok would come to you when he had some time to properly rest up and unwind.

Settling down for the night, Jimin was ordering some food from the staff who were going down to the convenience stores. A knock on the door startled you, and when you opened it, you were surprised to find Hoseok standing there with red-rimmed, puffy eyes. “I’m sorry!” He swung into you, letting his full body weight onto your unsuspecting arms.

Jimin was standing at the television console, looking like a deer in headlights as he observed the situation between the both of you.

“I’m sorry! I know you meant well, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” Hobi sniffled. “Namjoon told me you were upset.”

He buried his face in your neck, sighing deeply. “I’m sorry I made you cry. I truly appreciate what you do for me, I really do! But… It’s just that sometimes when I get overwhelmed, I don’t always handle it well.”

You welcomed him into the room as you closed the door, giving Jimin a piece of dignity for his half-clothed body. Pulling Hobi into a comforting hug, you stroke his hair soothingly. “We all have our moments and I’ll always be here for you no matter what, okay? But it’s not healthy to bear everything yourself. That’s what I’m here for. Promise to tell me if anything is bothering you?”

Hobi nodded his head vigorously, arms coming around your waist to wrap you even closer. “I promise, promise. I love you.”

You smiled, rocking the both of you from side to side as his cries turned to sniffles.

You knew that the challenges of tour life can put a strain even on the strongest of relationships but you were certain that your love and willingness to communicate with each other will make it all worth it.

“I love you too, Hobi.”

You almost forgot Jimin was there until he made a gagging sound. “How long are you guys going to be at it? It’s making me feel painfully single.”

You chuckled.

“Please leave my room now that the both of you have reconciled. God, the tension was unbearable!”

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abloomingperiod · 10 months

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will | jung hoseok

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

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

"you can't get weird about it."

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

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

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

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

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

always not ass rested as he should be.

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

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

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

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

a silent agreement, a quiet teamwork.

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

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

now, they look at you.

and you instantly feel warmer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hoseok's face go through 5 stages of euphoria.

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

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

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

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

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

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

but no.

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

"you want that?" he asks you dumbfounded.

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

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

of course you want all of that.

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

and hoseok snaps.

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

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

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

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

and you will to.

you promise him you will.

you will. he will. you will.

#jung hoseok #he is SO #he will probably marry someone and be like yeah that my husband/wifey over there #jeong hoseok #hobi #hobi imagine #jung hoseok imagine #jung hoseok established relationship au #jung hoseok bts imagine #bts imagine #jhope #jhope imagine #MISS HIM BAD AND ITS ONLY BEEN 3 MONTHS

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bangtanwritershq · 1 year

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: "Hope Right Here” Masterlist

For February 2023, we put together a collection of fics to celebrate our Sunshine Prince Jung Hoseok's birthday! We asked our members to share with us all of their Hobi-centric stories, so that we could share them with you! If you are in a Hobi mood(or let's be honest, any form he takes be it Hobi, j-hope, Hoseok, Jay, etc), this masterlist is for you! In this post you'll find fics from our network members that feature Hobi as the main character with various AU types and tropes! Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes)

✅ - sfw (no warnings)

💖 - smut

⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Box of Chocolates | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: College AU | Exes to Lovers, Smut, Angst Rating: MA WC: 15,093

🔞 💖 RED | @bluewhale52 [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: idol AU , supernatural AU, established relationship, Smut Rating: MA WC: 6,466

✅ JHope Imagine (Wattpad) | LovePJM101395 [1/1] Pairing: j-hope x OC AU Type: Idol AU | fluffy diary drabble Rating: PG WC: 736

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Bloom | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader (Bloom) AU Type: ex’s to lovers | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 6,230

🔞 💖 ⚠️ In A World Full of Roses | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU Type: hurt/comfort | light smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 1,300

🔞 ⚠️ Rather Be | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: dancer!hobi x dancer!named reader AU Type: college au | angst, fluff Rating: PG-13 WC: 4,353

🔞 💖 Taste | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: dom!Hoseok x Reader ft Yoongi AU Type: Established Relationship | implied threesome Rating: MA WC: 502

✅ Universal Language | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader (JHS Pov) AU Type: Established Relationship Rating: G WC: 494

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Worn By Salt and Sway | @ffion451 [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU Type: Fisherman!Hobi | angst, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 11,703

🔞 💖 ⚠️ The Step Back (Ao3) | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: RetiredDancer!Hoseok x Reader AU Type: Strangers to Lovers | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 3,633

🔞 💖 Sweet Promise | @7deadlysinsfics [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: Established Relationship | pwp, smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 2,788

🔞 💖 Helping Hands | @m-yg93 [1/1] Pairing: Hoseok x Reader AU Type: Friends With Benefits | pwp, smut,bffs Rating: MA WC: 6,023

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

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cyphersyndromes · 2 years

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Night is still young | jeon jungkook

pairing : reader x idol jungkook

synopsis: jungkook is seen having the time of his life at his band mates jhopes album release party. champagne and whiskey have intoxicated him to the point of no return in which he can’t keep his composure any longer with you present in the room. he couldn’t resist avoiding his girlfriend when she looked so damn good.

warnings: established relationship with reader and jungkook, drinking, semi public,

thursday july 14, HYBE had made plans to host a party for the release of jhopes new album, celebrating his hard work and achievements. plenty of kcelebs and kartists would attend as they had known jhope and had plans to collaborate with him in the future.

jeon jungkook had been aware of this party as soon as it was being planned, as hobi couldn’t contain his excitement. the guest list was as odd and full as ever, including artists such as heize,dawn,hyuna,peakboy,bibi, and you.

jungkook was shocked to see you on the list of fellow guests. although you had worked with jhope on his last album and seeked advice from him now and then, you were in a year long relationship with jungkook. no one knew of course as it had been so secretive from both ends as you both enjoy your privacy together

from seeing eachother after work at jungkooks place in private, to now being exposed in public, in the same vicinity made jungkook queasy as the thought made him nervous. how could he possibly stay away from you? there had already been a few fans suspicious of you both however none of them had the actual proof to further their accusations.

yours and jungkooks time together was intimate and sweet, he hopes that he could pull off trying to be away from you for atleast this one night.

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club lights, disco ball, drinks, and a dj was seen as soon as you stepped foot into the 19th floor as it was busy being occupied as a mini club for the night. you had arrived with bibi and jessi as you both had a strong friendship. the party was already flooding with chants and people drinking and dancing, the vibes felt good all around.

making your way past the photo area, you made your way to the front near the stage with your friends to find hobi on stage with jungkook on the side silently cheering him on. you immediately grab a glass of champagne as you know your in for a long night..

how the hell am i going to survive the fucking night

you thought as you swallowed your drink within seconds. jungkook was wearing all black with his prada combat boots that defined his legs and his figure. you did a double take looking at him as you noticed the big chain he had around his neck, making him look so much hotter than he already was.

you continued to admire his looks until he too noticed you in front, causing his adorable eyes to widen and make an O with his mouth. you chuckled and raised your eyebrows and turned to your friends to keep talking to them, avoiding interaction with your boyfriend as much as possible.

As the party went on, you and your friends were getting wasted with the amount of drinks that were offered. as everyone was taking pictures with eachother, you thought it wouldn’t be so bad to go up to jungkook whilst he is talking to one of your friends.

you make your way to jungkook and your friends, greeting yourself to him as if you weren’t secretly dating

“hi kookie” you say while laughing, obviously to drunk to function.

he too looked so drunk and out of it, adorable

he reached in for a quick hug but quickly whispered into your ear “fuck you look so good princess”

you looked at him and raised your eyebrows, slightly warning him that you all were in public. jungkook scoffs, “so whattttt” he says slurring his words out.

you quickly scan the area to see everybody entrapped in their own conversations to care what you were doing, you noticed a secluded area in the very back of the room, which wasn’t very visible if you were to be in a certain spot.

you grabbed jungkooks arm and quickly walked over to the area while jungkook was whining behind you.

“mmmm yaaaa” he said while drinking more of his whiskey.

you scooted him into the spot where they wouldn’t be visible to anyone but could still be able to hear the loud music and see the beaming lights

god did he look good in that lighting.

jungkook looked around and noticed you brought him alone.

“jungkook you don’t say things like that in public, haven’t we already discussed this” you said rolling your eyes and grabbing his whiskey, taking a swig

“..mmm i whispered it to you baby” he said while slowly backing you into the wall

“i didn’t think seeing you party with your friends effect me this much but it did” he says while taking away the drink from your hand and slowly moving his head close to your neck

“ that tight dress is fucking killing me baby” he whispered in your ear as he drags the cold glass against your bare thigh, causing you to jump slightly

“s-stop baby” you say reluctantly as you both are in a public space

“mmmm hmmmm” he hums as he slowly drags the cold glass from your thigh to your cleavage that was protruding from your short tight dress.

you silently moan, rubbing your thighs together as you had been so horny for your boyfriend ever since you laid your eyes on him

“what was that baby?” jungkook asks,raising his eyebrow.

you stay silent

jungkook grabs your face and tilts it towards his

“i said what the fuck was that” he said not breaking eye contact and you could’ve swore you could’ve came in that moment

the way he was looking at you, the soft club lightening engulfing him and his feautures made you weak in the knees.

“fuck you look so hot” you say as you give in and smash your lips on his as he immediately grabs your waist, lifting you causing you to wrap your legs around his body as he pushes you against the wall.

the music slowly silences into a mere background noise as you and jungkook were violently making out, consuming each other’s lips as if there was no tommorow

“mmm baby” you mumble as jungkook slowly moves his grip from your legs to your ass, holding you in such a lewd position.

jungkook smirks and pulls away from the intense make out to catch his breath and look into your eyes.

“so so horny baby “ he says as he swiftly moves his face to your neck, engulfing you with kisses in the spot that makes you the most weakest.

you slowly loosened your grip on jungkooks waist as your legs couldn’t handle the weakness he caused

“such a good girl, was this your fantasy all along” he whispered in a lewd way into your ear which made you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him closer

“i can never contain myself when i’m with you bunny, i really need you” you whisper moan as you hear him silently grunt as he instinctly thrusts his hip near your cunt

he puts you down while looking around and clicking his tongue.

“we cant do this here my love” he cooes as he turns to look at you.

“your studio, now”

hehehe this is very much inspired by todays jungkook, he looked super fine how can you not fall for him, might continue this into a series… let’s see how this goes :)

#jungkook x reader #jungkook #bts jungkook #bts #dom!jungkook #jungkook smut #smut

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psychicreadsgirl · 10 months

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BTS Jung Hoseok (Jhope) 2023 - 2024 Reading

This is a 2023-2024 reading for Hoseok based on whatever I can pick up on.

Love

Hoseok is most likely dating someone right now seriously. He likes to hide this relationship in a somewhat discreet way by hanging out with this partner with other friends. It's likely that they do share couple items but aren't so loud about them. He and his partner have known each other for a while and were likely friends before they started dating.

He and his partner respect each other's freedom and don't control one another. They share mutual set of friends and also common interests. In a way they seem more like close friends than lovers to others, maybe because they've known each other for a while. They don't really have burning passion towards each other but see each other as being "good" for one another in many respects. His partner is familiar with the entertainment industry and also has many celebrity friends. While they are not as well-known as Hoseok, they have established themselves in their work. His partner is likely older than him, perhaps in age or maturity. They have a steady vibe and they are like an older sibling in a way (giving those vibes).

Hoseok's partner has marriage on their mind, but I don't really see Hoseok having marriage on his mind at this time. He may change later. There seems to be some pressure on his partner's side to be settled down and to have a family. Hoseok's partner's family does not really like Hoseok or see him as a marriage partner for their child. They don't feel like Hoseok is ready for marriage. They want someone that has a career that's not in the spotlight and who is more mature.

Hosek's family members don't really mind Hoseok's partner. I don't think they have met this partner of his or are not so close to them. Hoseok doesn't really introduce many of his friends to his family. Hoseok is a bit private about his own family in a way.

Other

Hoseok may unexpectedly get criticism even while being in the military. There's also a possiblity of him getting injured/sick in some way during this period of time. Hoseok may have to discharge from his military time earlier due to unexpected reasons.

Hoseok may run into issues with friends/acquaintances/superiors/coworkers. I sense some power imbalance with Hoseok being on the weaker side. He may be forced to do some things that he doesn't want to do but because the other person/people have more power he has no choice but to obey their requests. He may also loan some money to others during this time but he shouldn't expect this money to be returned to him. There's a chance of him losing money somehow during this time period.

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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Blue Side

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Idol AU, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship. Sprinkles of Angst.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Sometimes being JHope is hard. So he chooses to become your boyfriend and reflects on your relationship so far.

Hoseok was Tired. Exhausted. Stuck.

As satisfying tours were they left him feeling empty at times. The sadness was probably because all his endorphins were exhausted. He loved his job there was nothing to say about that really. The dancing, the music, his members, army everything he couldn't imagine a life that wasn't this.

Still he needed to feel grounded. He couldn't go to his family because they worried too much as he tossed out all the stress he'd accumulated in his down time and the members were in the same boat as him and it didn't feel right to focus about these transient feelings when there were things that needed to be done, issues that needed to be solved.

Maybe that's why he had found you and then kept you, despite the danger of a scandal that loomed over like a dark cloud.

Meeting you had been pure luck. Due to the odd timings of his job he opted for distant learning. You were in the same course as him. All his classmates and teachers had to sign an NDA. He had missed a lot of classwork and had asked the professor for help. The professor had led him to you.

Why did you help me, y/nie.

Because and don't laugh at me.. I thought you were Cute.

Oh our precious y/nie.

Oppa!!

Teaching him he admits was no easy task. He was a good dancer, rapper and singer. Sometimes referred to as the golden hyung in his team but studying was never his cup of tea. Still you worked hard to explain to him, to send him your personal notes, even agreeing to teach him in person before a big quiz.

Hoseok couldn't control his nerves. His manager was waiting outside the cafe for your arrival. The sound of the door opening alerted him to your arrival. He liked your neat and pretty style. You were dressed casually except for your earrings which complemented your outfit but stood out.

"Good morning Hoseok ssi." You say and he is enamoured by your voice.

"Y/n ssi thank you for agreeing to teach me."

"Don't worry about it it gave me a chance to get out of my house and haven't you heard of the saying one learns by teaching."

The next few hours were spent going through the text material. Both of you had some cafe specials. You even insisted on paying for your food but he said it was only fair he paid since you were here on his request to which you ultimately agreed.

You smiled at him brightly. And that was the first strike.

His logical brain bolted out.

Soon those meetings increased though inconsistencies and sporadic until the course was coming over and he didn't want it to be the last time you both met.

Can I.. I mean to say... if its alright with you let's hang out huh. See each other if we're free.

Later He'd confess to Jimin and Jimin would roll over the floor laughing.

"Hyung that's now how to you talk to a girl.. let alone one you like."

"I'm not. I don't know ok. The only girl I've really talked to is Noona and our Staff."

"Poor hyung." Jimin says still clutching his stomach.

Hoseok enters your house with the spare key you've given him. Putting it in the keybowl near the entrance over the shoe rack from which he takes out his slippers. It's a small one bedroom apartment. The balcony door is left open. He rushes to close it. You had a habit of opening the doors to your balcony.

To let the natural air come in. You claimed.

There is a new knitted woolen blanket on the sofa. He wonders if you bought it or made it. You had told him you wanted to make something. Last time he went to tour you'd embroidered two cusion covers. Your hobbies were vast and ever changing. It reminded him of Jungkook.

He goes to the kitchen. The unwashed pile is huge and the trash is left overflowing from the bin. He sighs. Often times you'd neglect doing the work and he had to remind you of it. Sometimes your phone calls consisted of you cleaning the house while he worked or talked about his work. The first few times He'd been offended that you'd do housework as he talked to you.

You'd explained later post argument that you felt grounded by his presence. That staring at computer screens all day hurt your eyes so it literally caused tears to look at the screen continuously. Doing the chores allowed you to look away for long enough that it wouldn't end up hurting your eyes.

Your bedroom is both better and worse. Your bed is unmade. The members had made him immune to this. Your closet was clean and sorted but your laundry chair was filled to the brim. There were sticky notes everywhere on the walls but more obvious was the latest wall painting you'd done just after you both confessed your feelings.

Love is Hope.

You had put strings on top of the writing and stuck the pictures he'd taken of you from his polaroid camera. There were pictures of food you ate together. His hands in yours. The pic of your shoes when you'd matched. Some silhoute pictures. On top of which was your hope world poster he'd signed for you. It was his favourite wall in the house.

Today though he didn't look much at it and simply dived into your bed and got under the covers. He didn't need you to be there to be comforted. The proof of your existence alone was enough.

You spotted Hoseok's shoes as you entered the house. The lights were off which meant he was sleeping. You turned on the mood lighting that had actually been a gift from your boyfriend. After changing clothes you decided to tackle the dishes which were piling up. You also defrosted the chicken you planned to cook today.

You were seasoning the chicken when Hobi came out of the bed and wrapped his arm around you.

"Hello Cutie." He said.

"Hi boyfie." You replied not looking up yet.

The room was cooler than the bed and goosebumps arose on his skin. He stuck closer to you to steal your body heat.

"Let me put this in the oven then I will come out. Do you want something to drink." You say.

"I will take it myself. Come soon." He says and opens the fridge. The jar of fresh orange juice is filled. You probably freshly squeezed it for him because you know how he avoids packaged juices because of his diet.

When he's more awake he will make a salad to accompany the meat for dinner he thinks. You busy yourself in grinding ingredients to make a good gravy to accompany the roast. You take out the pan add a little oil and add the ingredients, cook it a little before adding water and letting it simmer.

"Remind me to check it in 20 minutes." You tell Hobi and he nods and puts a timer on his phone. He had been looking for a movie to watch and now you takeover the job as he looks through his messages. There aren't many just some of the members sending jokes and things. Couple messages from their music director and a message from his mother asking how he was doing. He replies to his mother's message and then concentrates on being there in the now.

"There's literally no movie which looks like fun." You whine. Hoseok continues scrolling wordlessly "We could watch an English one." You joke.

You had learned English because of your job in the embassy. Joking that if you got tired enough of the long distance you would accompany him on tour as their official translator. Or if you got caught by the fans they could fight rumors by saying you were just his tutor. You had pulled out an incredibly cheesy 'Come be my teacher' at him and laughed so hard. He didn't think you were funny and he let you know. You just asked him to cheer up and thankfully didn't make that joke again.

Strike two

But never in a million life times would he admit that he found it cute.

Sometimes when he thought about it he admired your courage in dating him with all the risks and limitations. What he appreciated the most was you treated him as him you never underplayed his job but you did not focus on it either. He has met a lot of people who cannot focus past the JHope and that is a terrible spot in any of his personal relationships.

Hoseok stretches to move his stiff muscles.

"Do you need me to take out the massager." You ask as your hand finds a way to massage his stiff shoulders.

"My body is stretched. Nothing new it needs time to go to its normal state."

"Alright." The timer rings." My time has come." You say and go back to see your gravy.

Hoseok joins you and makes salad and toasts a couple of bread slices you like to have with the roast.

"Taste test." You say bringing a spoon towards him.

He opens his mouth and sips, humming thoughtfully. "It's good."

You also take out a small piece of chicken and try shredding it. Dipping it in the gravy you taste it. It needs a bit more time.

"You want French fries." You ask.

"Yes." He says after some thought.

"Finally I get to try an airfryer." You tell him. " I hope it's good."

You read the instruction manual once more as Hoseok takes out fries from your freezer.

The majority of the cooking behind you, you both wind down on the sofa. One of your playlists playing in the background.

Jimin calls him, he's the only member who knows about you for now other than Namjoon who knew he had a girlfriend but nothing more than that.

"Hello Hobi Hyung, hello Y/n-ssi " he greets as he sees you in Hoseok's background.

"Hello Jimin-ssi all good?" You ask.

"Yes yes... how are you enjoying your day off hyung?"

"Nothing much I slept earlier and now I'm going to have the roasted chicken y/n is cooking."

"Lucky you. I just started another diet so nothing but salad for dinner." Jimin informs.

"Is it that or are you too lazy to wash dishes."

"Ahh hyuung." Jimin whines cutely. "Atleast don't ruin my reputation in front of Y/n."

There's movement in Jimin's background which alerts Hoseok.

"Who is it?" Hobi asks.

"It's ggukie." Jimin replies then proceeds to talk with Jungkook. "Ok hyung I will talk to you later." He says before hanging up.

He looks up and you've finished laying the table but you lie collapsed on the sofa.

"Come let's eat. Also wash up before you eat because you won't shower after eating." Hobi says.

"Oppa at least you could be nice when you come visit me after months of not seeing each other."

Hobi sobers immediately.

"I..am ... I didn't mean it that way."

"It's fine. I will take a quick shower then." You say and march towards the bathroom.

Hoseok plugs the hairdryer. So that he could help you dry your hair. Hopefully he won't tangle them like he did last time.

You are out in half an hour. Drying your hair with a towel. You smile as you see Hoseok ready with the hairdryer.

"No need to do it Hobi Oppa. You're tired too."

"Never tired for my girlfriend." he says.

And you giggle. Your heart flutters every time he calls you his girlfriend.

You sit infront of the mirror and look at him as he dries your hair carefully. His face in fierce concentration makes you want to coddle him.

Once he's done you both sit together to eat.

Before there is a bite in his mouth his phone rings again and you frown. You don't like it when he's being interrupted while eating.

The only reason Hoseok picks up is because it's Namjoons call and it usually means business

"Hoba? Yes So there's a new choreographer and I'm struggling with the changes in choreography and I hate to bother you on your day off but I think we need to call a group meeting on this."

"Fine we'll do that but I'm busy right now let's talk later."

"Are you at home?"

"No I'm not at my parents house."

"So at you're girlfriend's which I'm not supposed to know about."

".... yes."

"Must be cool. She must be happy you're back from tour. I think I need some tips. How does she manage a secret long distance relationship with a workaholic. Anyhow I won't take more of your time. See you whenever. Goodnight."

"Yeah. Goodnight."

Namjoons words ring in his head as he watches you eat infront of him. You're pretty , he thinks. You have a decent job. You're kind and funny. You could easily be dating a decent guy who didn't hide you from the world, instead you ended with him.

It was a tough conversation to have knowing he was the one who pursued you . He had discussed with you or rather told you that it was going to be a secret and if it got out then he'd choose his career over you.

Now that he thinks about it. How cruel had he been. Logically it was right. Practically that would be for the best for both of you.

He wasn't a romantic person by nature. Nor a thrill seeking one. Out of his members he was the least likely to be in the situation he'd ended up being in.

You came in his life and broke down all of his rules.

"Oppa, what is it? Do you have to go. Do you have time to eat. Should I pack it for you." You ask.

His heart bursts with affection for you. He gets up from the chair, leans over and kisses your forehead and pats your head.

"No. Its not that."

"What happened?"

"I just.. I'm thinking about how lucky I'm to have you."

In response you shy away from his gaze.

"How.. how do you do it? .. date me I mean."

"Oh it's not that tough. When I'm alone I pretend you're my imaginary boyfriend who come to life if I pray hard enough. The gifts help though." You say.

He's shocked by the sudden change of atmosphere.

"Ofcourse I'm going to have to spoil my princess so that she doesn't forget about her very real boyfriend." He says cutely.

You giggle.

Strike three. He's really really in love with you.

And here with you he feels all his blue fading away.

I think I'm slightly emotionally attached to this because every time I come to edit it / read it I feel soft.

Authors Note 📝

To be noted this was written before festa 22 but its kinds of cool I had the idea to write a blue side inspired fic bc of hobi vlive I which (he had blond hair) admitted about having through a tough time. Hope you enjoy this 💙💜

I was going to release it on hobi's birthday but the 'more' release seems appropriate.

Being Domestic together is like part of my love language.

Anyhow Boyfriend Hobi. *sighs*

Taglist : @mwitsmejk

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sanstropfremir · 1 year

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I remember when you once said when explaining your thoughts on sm as an institution and using aespa as an example that there were around 4 steps or criteria. And I think I'm actually seeing it 👀 with aespa I'm starting to see them show their personalities more which makes me think of minho from shinee saying in his first year he was supposed to look cold and not really speak.

Also this is still related to the idea of a persona but I think that's another reason I got kinda meh about bt*. Bc I watched rm's mv and I felt more for the featured artist's vocals than him. This pushing of authenticity is nice and certainly welcome but it can feel dull and ironically not authentic anymore instead feeling more corporate or forced. I would talk about how bt* and bighit's authentic "concept" takes advantage of the already dangerous para social relationship between fans and idols but that'll be an essay so i won't lol

i'm not gonna say that my theorized lil step system was right bc we're never going to actually know, but it always takes a bit of time for rookies to get a feel for how the industry works post debut and where the personal and professional lines of how much they want to portray. so now that they've been out and around the block doing stuff, it makes sense that they're getting more comfortable. it's more of an experience thing than anything else.

not to harp again on the general principle but the more money used to make something, the less 'authentic' it feels. because the finer the polish you put on something, the less like the real world it looks, and the less 'relatable' it is. and it also makes it very hard to build a signature style, unless you're doing something that has a strong aesthetic. like the sort of soft indie type aesthetic that rm is trying to do with that mv just point blank doesn't work when you have that much money. the reason that that indie aesthetic works is because it's shot on shitty cameras with $12 and a paperclip, not on a red camera with vfx budget. when you're trying to go that low key with aesthetics, you have to be able to show the flaws in what you're doing, because there's nothing else to visually help you establish that style. nothing about that mv looks real, and you need it to look real to the viewer if you want it to come across as authentic. the quality of production that hybe CAN do is better suited for large scale spectacles that can back a really strong and distinctive aesthetic that needs that kind of money to pull off in the first place. and not to pit groupmates against each other but i will anyways bc it's funny, but jhope has a SIGNIFICANTLY better understanding of that.

#also WOW that vocalist has a crazy voice like???? damn nobody is gonna stand up to that sorry bud #oh dont worry i've already hit on their fucked up parasocial fan thing in those big asks i did like a year ago #they have like a special kind of hell parasocial relationship its really something #kpop questions #875 #aespa w #actually i literally just saw this principle in action at a friend's show today #she did a residency that had a bunch of funding behind it and felt like it stripped the gritty nature of her work #and what she was trying to portray out of it #normally you don't really see that when you're at the sad starving artist level like us so it was really weird to see #important to clarify here that money =/= corporate #you can polish the edges off something enough to strip it of life but not make it 'corporate' looking #and you need to have a REALLY strong sense of what you're doing in order to maintain a visual identity through that #and well. not everyone is skilled enough to do that #see above #text #answers #things that have the 'indie' look have that look mostly bc of technological and material limitations. not because of ideas #if he wanted that mv to actually look good they should have shot it on a cellphone from 2015 and cut all that vfx nonsense #like wtf was that drone fireworks shot?? who wants to see that???

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13tattoo · 11 months

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Hey, I'm the ex-jkker who found the busan moment sus 😁.

It wasn't that I found jk being serious, I don't think he was serious at all, but to bring that up at all...why? By your timeline, they should've been exes by then. Jkk haven't given ex energy. Maybe it's just me, I'm not saying that I expect them to be vengeful or anything to each other, but they just don't give that energy. I would be more inclined to believe that jkk was never a thing than exes who still act like they secretly like each other sometimes.

The way jm still acts with jk sometimes gives crush and the way jk can't stop smiling when watching jm context is.....well. And it's crazy because I was in jkk spaces, and I remember the photos of jk being with jm on the white day pic (the one everyone knows about) and in jeju. When jm was in Jeju at the end of 2021 with seungwon and saeon, jk was also there. So my thing is, why would jm bring his almost ex with him to a mini vacation with his friends. Again, I say, I would be more inclined to believe jm, and jk was never a thing to begin with. And also .following up with that, if they're having problems, why would jm bring him again with him to a restaurant with his friends and jk also bring one of his closest friends (eunwoo) with him. The same eunwoo who was together with jm at jhope's listening party. Wouldn't that seem weird? Cause I would be like, why the hell my friend being close with my ex?

Sorry 🙂, I went on for too long, i had more to say but i don't want to seems like I'm rambling, but it's just because I want logical people to talk to and not brainless fuckatards of jikookers. Just a damn disgrace. It's crazy how they came to this place that they're in. Maybe the larries of kpop were never tkkers but jkkers all along......that's a drag but it seems like it sometimes. They fell so far. I kind of feel bad for them sometimes 😕

hello!

i get what you mean. i don't think "ex energy" has to be a part of their dynamic, though (assuming they had a romantic relationship and then at some point ended it). if we were still getting as much content as we did in 2019 then yes, maybe a fight or a separation would be more obvious to us. but since 2020, and increasingly in 2021, the gaps between content got wider and wider (and after april 2022 it we'd go months without hearing from them at all, much less seeing them with each other). who knows how a potential relationship could have devolved in that time? particularly if their relationship wasn't traditional or firmly established, and there wasn't something concrete to end. and it wouldn't have to end on bad terms.

i don't really think that they way they act with each other now is particularly romantic at all, but we all have different impressions. i.e. when jimin was being affectionate with jungkook back in february during jungkook's lives, that was cute, but i could see jimin just acting like a doting and endeared hyung. "become strong and protect hyung" or whatever he said made me raise a brow but it's also not really out of character for jimin imo, and doesn't imply a sexual or romantic relationship for me. would he have said something like that to another dongsaeng? we have no point of comparison. same with jungkook — his reactions on live are cute and i think jimin is special to him, but i don't get the vibe others seem to... but i also recognize that this is subjective.

i do remember white day 2022 though, and yes that complicates my perception of km during that period lol. but jungkook didn't go to jeju in december 2021 with jimin; if i remember correctly that was just jimin, saeon, and another non-celeb friend. i'm not sure that eunwoo was there specifically with jimin and his friends either (but it doesn't make much of a difference to me in the grand scheme of things)

please don't apologize, i didn't mind! i'm sorry about the current jikooker circles i agree they are insane and an embarrassment </3 nothing good came from people calling themselves "jikook supporters" instead of just shippers lol

#ask

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bangtanmademedoit · 3 years

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take me home // hoseok x reader

pairing: hoseok x reader

wordcount: 6.9K

genres: angst, fluff, established relationship

summary: You and Hoseok have been together for years, and you’ve built an unbreakable foundation for your relationship. Or so you thought.. One phone call seems to completely derail everything you’ve worked so hard for.. and the worst part is, you have no idea who it was from or what it was about.

warnings: angst, slight mention of anxiety, one curse word, sappy fluff

notes: Wow.. it’s finally complete. I really didn’t know if it was ever going to happen, but I’m so glad I pushed through. This is the longest one shot/drabble I’ve ever written, and it’s definitely the piece of writing I’ve spent the most time agonizing over. That being said, it might not be amazing, but I’m still proud of myself for it.

This wouldn’t have been possible without some amazing writers on here who inspired me, encouraged me, and cheered me up when I was struggling. So, thank you to @sahmfanficbts for always encouraging me and boosting my confidence, and for helping me finally come up with a fitting conclusion for this fic. To @honeymoonjin for being the push I needed to get back into writing in the first place and for always being so kind. And also to @kkulfm who I only recently starting talking to, but who has been so unbelievably sweet and lovely and always sends such positive vibes. All three of these writers work absolute magic, and have inspired me so much with their writing. I really hope you all take the time to check them out!

Also, thanks to all of you for reading and to those of you who take the time to share your thoughts. It means the world to me. Okay.. let’s get it!

When I walked into the room, he was already setting the phone down after saying goodbye. I took in his face: furrowed brows, lips tightened in a line, clenched jaw, and sad eyes. Whatever the phone call had been about, it clearly wasn’t good.

“Who was that?” I walked over to his side and placed my hands gently on his shoulders. I gave them a light squeeze, trying to offer him some comfort.

He was usually so bright and upbeat, it was rare to see him looking this down. It immediately caused my stomach to drop in worry.

But contrary to my expectations, he shook his head and brushed me off with a simple “no one”. I wanted to press for more information. Clearly it was someone and something.

But he was already rearranging his features into the smile I loved and turning in his chair to envelope my cold hands in his warmer ones, and so I let it go. He would tell me when he was ready, and I didn’t want to be the reason for that frown returning to his face. I made up my mind to quietly support him until he was ready to talk about it.

He never did tell me what that phone call was about, but he wasn’t the same after that day. Sure, he was making his usual silly jokes, poking fun at my abysmal cooking, and laughing too hard at the memes we sent back and forth. But there was something lying underneath the surface of his smile. It was never fully genuine.

He didn’t seem fully committed to his jokes, and they always seemed forced. He might have laughed at the memes, but our usually even participation had become largely one-sided. It was like there was always something in the back of his mind. He wasn’t fully here, in this moment. Something else was occupying him, and it was making me anxious.

Then there were the moments when he thought I wasn’t looking. Moments when his smile crumbled, and a pained look took over in its place. He looked haunted by something, and the fact that he wouldn’t share it was starting to haunt me.

I did my best not to worry. I told myself over and over again to be patient. I loved him, and I trusted him, and I knew that when he was ready, he would open up to me about whatever it was.

He never did. A few weeks went by, and I couldn’t take it any longer. Things were getting progressively worse, and he started to pull away more and more as the days went by. The jokes stopped all together, and the laughter that once filled our house slowly faded away. He spent longer hours at work and would retreat to bed whenever he was at home.

Not knowing was slowly driving me to madness. I couldn’t understand how one phone call could cause not only such a huge shift in him, but in our relationship as well. This relationship that we had painstakingly built a foundation for. The foundation we built after hours of tears, fights, and days where we wondered if it was ever really going to work out for us. Times where we seriously considered just giving up and going our separate ways. But in the end, we made it work. We built a foundation so strong that it seemed nothing could bring it down. We took the time to communicate, to trust in each other, and it brought us closer together.

So how… with just one phone call. One phone call and with each passing day I felt like I couldn’t recognize the person at my side anymore. With each passing day, he felt like he was floating farther away, constantly gaining distance.

Yet any time I tried to cross the gap and knit it closed again, all he seemed to do was brush me off. Act like everything was as it should be. As if he wasn’t becoming a stranger, and our relationship wasn’t crumbling at our feet.

‘I’m just tired. I’m just stressed about work. I’m just busy this week.’

Why wouldn’t he just talk to me? I tried to understand, to give him time, to be the patient, supportive person I thought myself to be.

But perhaps I wasn’t as patient or kind as I thought… Because the more time trickled by, the more difficult it was to fight back all the fears and anxieties that were bubbling up inside me. The more I started to feel angry that he was putting me through this, that he wouldn’t just put his trust in me. The more I started to resent the man I had come to think the world of.

It all came bubbling to the surface one frigid, late-autumn morning. We both had the day off, which would usually mean we spent the morning cuddled up on the couch under a pile of blankets, some romantic comedy playing on the TV while we drank hot cocoa for breakfast. But instead, I woke up to find the bed next to me already cold. I tried to tell myself that he was probably just setting up the living room, making sure it was extra cozy for our day in... But there was a rock in my stomach that told me otherwise.

Just as I feared, I walked out to find an eerily quiet house. My heart stuttered in my chest. I had always hated silence. After realizing this early on in our relationship, Hoseok started turning on some kind of background noise any time he was up before me. He would choose a playlist that he felt suited the vibe of that day or his most recent favorite songs, or simply put on one of my favorite comfort sitcoms. It was a simple gesture, but it always warmed my heart and made me feel less alone on the days when he would leave the house before I woke up.

Therefore this complete silence was all the more jarring, and felt like a stab to my chest. He had forgotten our morning date. He had forgotten to let me know that he would be gone for the day. But most tellingly, he had forgotten the one sweet action that he had done almost every day of our relationship.

Whatever was going on, it was clearly enough to override even actions that had become habit, and I couldn’t sit around and pretend not to notice anymore. I tried calling him, but he didn’t pick up. I pushed back the usual flash of anxiety that came with being ignored, and forced myself to be rational. He was fine, and he was more than likely just trying to avoid me.

Instead of dwelling on my anxious thoughts, I turned the TV on and parked myself on the couch. I was prepared to wait for as long as I needed to, but the second he was back, I was going to get to the bottom of this before it completely tore us apart.

He didn’t get home until late that night. By the time I heard the telltale click of the keys turning in the lock, I was almost glued to the couch. It had been a long day. I couldn’t get myself to focus on anything and ended up spending the day staring blankly at the television while my thoughts continued to race. I was nervous, anxious, and scared, but I was determined to finally end this exhausting dance we were doing around each other.

His footsteps paused just outside of the living room entrance. I could almost hear him holding his breath, and imagined him contemplating just avoiding me and heading straight to the bedroom. But he must have sensed a change in the air because he came shuffling into the room with an apprehensive look in his eyes and an awkward half-smile plastered to his face.

Even that eventually slid away when he saw the look in my eyes. I couldn’t see my own face, but I knew how empty I felt inside. If even a fraction of that was reflected on my face, I could see why he was suddenly looking so anxious. This was finally it. Whatever it was.

“Sit down.” My voice came out flat and raspy from underuse.

He hesitantly sank down onto the other side of the couch, leaving a large gap between us. How fitting.

He didn’t make any move to speak first. He just stared down at his tightly clasped hands, desperately avoiding my eyes.

I let out an exasperated sigh, “I can’t do this anymore. It’s driving me crazy. Whatever the problem is, I need you to just tell me and get it over with.”

He flinched at the pain in my voice, but there was no way of sugarcoating it. The damage was already done. I was hurt, and I knew my pain in turn would hurt him.

He bit down on his lip, shifting in his seat and looking down at his feet. I waited, thinking maybe he was gathering his thoughts. But minutes passed, and he never opened his mouth. He simply continued to gaze down at the carpet as if it held all the answers.

The clock ticked loudly in the silence, and I felt my body start to heat up. Tick. Silence. Tick. My heartbeat quickened. Tick. My eyebrow twitched. Tick.

“Goddamn it!” I exploded and he jumped, turning his wide eyes to finally meet mine. I rarely ever raised my voice, and it clearly shocked him to see me do so. “Tell me. Please. What was that phone call? Who was it? You haven’t been the same since.”

I watched as what looked like shame flashed through his normally warm eyes before he turned away again. He swallowed hard and finally said, “It was Mijoo.”

My heart stuttered. Of course I recognized that name. It was the main topic of conversation when we first met.

He had been reeling from a break up that had ripped open his heart, and I was just the new friend who wanted to help. I remember how hard I tried to take his mind off things when it got too much. I remember how many hours I spent listening to him lay out all the insecurities and fears that she had left him with. I remember how hard I tried to convince him of just how amazing, how strong, how kind, how worthy he was, all while falling in love with him myself.

I remember how long it took for the sunshine inside him to slowly creep its way back to the surface. I remember when I saw him really, truly laugh for the first time. I remember how I lost my breath at the radiance of it. I remember how beautiful he was, and how happy I was as I watched him slowly heal from all the pain and damage she had inflicted on him. I remember how proud I was of him.

But this was years ago. Old wounds that had long since healed… Hadn’t they? I didn’t understand why she would have any power over our relationship.

My heart felt like someone had just stomped on it. It felt like a nightmare coming true. I almost laughed out loud, overwhelmed by the sudden clash of emotions.

“And?” I couldn’t seem to come up with anything more intelligent to say.

“She’s getting married…” The pain in his voice mirrored the sadness in his eyes, and I couldn’t breathe.

Why did that knowledge cause him pain?

I felt anger and dislike shoot through me. She didn’t deserve his thoughts or care. She had abandoned him. She had broken his heart. I was the one who had been by his side this whole time. I was the one who waited patiently next to him. I was the one who helped him to reclaim his smile. I was the one who helped him believe in love again. So why was he in pain again because of her?

His eyes were pleading with me, to say something, anything.

Panic bubbled up inside me. I wanted to throw up. This wasn’t an issue of him being slightly caught off guard because of the news. He had allowed it to drive a wedge between us. Allowed it to take over his every thought and affect his behavior and actions. If there weren't any feelings left there, then why would it affect him to this extent? Words couldn’t describe the betrayal I felt at that thought.

“I don’t even know what to say…”

I couldn’t look at him anymore. I turned away to stare blankly at the TV screen, the bright colors contrasting starkly with my dark, ugly thoughts.

I truly had no words. I didn’t know how to move forward from here. And if I did find a way to move forward, would we be moving in the same direction?

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t think it mattered…” He said, sounding about as convinced as I felt.

“Well it clearly matters to you. It’s completely derailed you… and our relationship as a result.” The words came out sharper than I had anticipated, and I hated that, despite the situation, my initial gut reaction was to apologize. To say that I was sorry for snapping at him, that everything was okay, that I forgave him. I forcefully pushed it down.

“I… I don’t…” He choked on the words, paused, and then mumbled. “…I love you.”

The words were so soft I almost didn’t catch them. My heart dropped. He sounded so lost and insecure, and it just made me angrier. None of this was fair. It wasn’t fair to him either. I never really hated anyone before, but despite never meeting her, I truly felt that I hated her. She hadn’t just stolen his sunshine again, this time she had stolen mine too.

“You must have really loved her…”

This much was obvious, but it was all my brain seemed capable of processing. The one thought that was repeating over and over in my head like a broken record… Along with another, much scarier, thought that I refused to let come into focus.

He grimaced and a flash of pain washed over his face. “I did… but I love you more.”

I was shaking my head before I was even fully aware of it. I wasn’t sure that I could believe that. Not after the last few weeks. Not after how he pushed me away. Not after I had spent weeks drowning in my own fears and anxieties.

“I don’t know where to go from here… but I can’t continue like this.”

A look of panic sprang to his face, and suddenly he was right next to me on the couch, his hands gripping mine. “No! I’m sorry. I’ll do better. It just caught me off guard. I’ll snap out of it, I promise. I’ll take some time off work and we can spend some time together and work through this.”

His words came out in a sudden rush, the dam that had kept them back now flooding open.

I looked down at his fingers, slightly white from how tightly they gripped mine, and sighed before pulling them away. “I think we need some time apart. Clearly there are some things you need to work through, and I… I need some time to process this.”

His shoulders slumped and he slid further away from me on the couch. He looked crushed, and I couldn’t stand to look at him any longer.

“You should go to bed. It’s late. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, and then tomorrow I’ll see if I can stay with someone for a few days. I’m sure Jungah would be happy for some company...”

He hesitated for a moment, like he might argue with me on it, but eventually he just sighed defeatedly and nodded, “Okay…”

He sent me one last dejected look before standing up from the couch and quietly leaving the room.

I let myself drop back against the couch and closed my eyes. I felt tears prick at the corners and quickly threw my arm over my face in an attempt to block them. I finally got what I wanted. I got the truth. I couldn’t decide if it was worse or better than the scenarios I had created in my mind.

Either way, I definitely didn’t know what to do now. I wasn’t even really sure what to feel. In a lot of ways, I felt relieved. He wasn’t cheating on me or planning to leave me. But could I honestly say this was any better? I bit my lip to stop the ugly cry that threatened to spill from my lips.

I felt betrayed. I felt scared. I felt insecure. Didn’t this mean that he had never really gotten over her? Didn’t it mean that this whole time she had been in the back of his mind?

This one thought felt like it completely tainted all of our memories together, and it hurt. It hurt that I didn’t know what to do. It hurt that he was hurting too, and I hated that I had even a small part in it. There was also another voice in my head telling me that I was overreacting, that I should just let it go for the sake of our relationship. And I hated that I couldn’t. I hated that this one thing was enough to make me doubt everything. I hated how small it made me feel.

When I woke up the next morning, the house was already empty, but Friends was playing quietly on the TV. My heart ached dully. The gesture that usually brought me comfort now served as a reminder of how messed up things had become.

I sighed as I sat up off the couch and sluggishly folded up the blankets. The couch was definitely not the comfiest place to sleep, and my body ached in protest with every movement.

“Now what…” I wondered aloud to myself.

I quickly grabbed my phone off the coffee table and shot off a short message to my best friend asking if I could stay with her for a while. It vibrated before I could even place it down again. A faint smile crept onto my face as I read her reply. As expected, she agreed without any hesitation, or questions. I knew she would be curious, and probably more than a little concerned, but I appreciated that she didn’t ask. This was why she was my best friend.

She knew me well, and she knew that I would likely tell her everything once I was ready. Right now I wasn’t even sure what I was thinking, let alone how to explain it to anyone else. My only thought was that I needed to get out of this house. There were too many reminders here, and I couldn’t think clearly.

After taking a quick shower and tossing some things into a duffle bag, I hopped in a cab and headed to Jungah’s house. The whole drive there I couldn’t help but feel on edge. I felt like I was being chased by something, by what I wasn’t sure. The cab driver kept trying to make small talk, but he finally gave up after the fifth one word answer I gave him. I continued to stare out the window, my fists clenched on top of my knees, trying to force myself to breathe semi-normally.

When we pulled up in front of her place, I felt an instant wave of relief. I felt like I could finally breathe a bit easier. I thanked the cab driver, and gave him the best smile I could manage, feeling slightly guilty for rejecting his attempts at being friendly.

Once inside the building, I paused outside her door to steady myself. I rang the bell, and before I could even lower my hand, the door flew open. Standing there in black leggings and her favorite oversized deep green hoodie was my best friend. She looked tired, but she took one look at me standing there with my duffle bag, and what I’m sure was a miserable look on my face, and immediately ushered me inside.

“I set up the guest room for you. There’s new sheets and that super soft blanket that you like. I put a candle on the bedside table as well,” her voice was warm as she led me, with her arm placed gently around my back, towards the guest room.

My heart was so full it felt like it was going to burst. I nodded my head in silent thanks, unable to speak for fear of choking up.

“Do you want to have some time to yourself? I could start you a bath? Or if you need some company, we could park ourselves on the couch and have a Harry Potter marathon. I bought a bunch of snacks after you messaged me this morning, so we’re all set.”

I stared at her as she spoke. My beautiful best friend with the warmest eyes and an endlessly giving heart. She was so kind, and she knew me so well. I was so overwhelmed with love and appreciation for her. All I could do was pull her into a hug and whisper a tearful thank you.

She melted into the embrace, immediately wrapping her arms around me, her hands running soothingly across my back and over my hair. It took a while for the tears to slow, and I finally pulled away. I wiped at my puffy eyes with a sting of embarrassment. She was quick to dispel that with a radiant smile and a fond pat to my cheek.

And without me needing to voice anything, she grabbed my hand and led me to the living room. It was so warm and cozy, just like her, and it held so many wonderful memories. It felt like home, and I immediately felt safe.

We spent the entire day curled up together on the couch watching movies and snacking. We didn’t talk much at all other than to discuss menu preferences or make the occasional comment about the movie.

It wasn’t until after dinner that I started to feel like my thoughts were settled enough for me to talk. It took me equally as long to gather up the courage.

In a lot of ways, I was scared of what she would say. Not because I thought she would judge me, but because I was worried I wouldn’t like what she had to say. Worried that I would have to face a truth that I didn’t want to accept.

When the credits started to roll, I pressed pause before it could play the next film in the queue.

Jungah turned to me, her eyes soft and patient. I could tell she knew that this meant I was ready to talk.

And talk I did. Everything that had happened since that phone call, every feeling that I’d experienced came pouring from my lips in a flood of words that I couldn’t stop. I had been bottling up so many emotions, and stressing over so many possible situations, and it was such a relief to finally release them. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders just by sharing it. I didn’t stop, not even when I got choked up and had to speak through the new flood of tears. And she just listened. She didn’t try to interject, or give me advice, she just listened while I let it all out. Nodding encouragingly, she squeezed my hand as she quietly provided me with the comfort I so desperately needed.

Once I had completely exhausted myself, and no longer had any words left to say, I looked at her hesitantly. I wanted to signal to her that she could share her thoughts with me now, but I was still a bit nervous.

Her hand tightened around mine and her expression turned pensive, “First of all, I think it was really brave of you to sit down and confront him about everything. I know you. I know how much you are wired to avoid conflict of any kind… but you put yourself, and your relationship, first and I’m really proud of you.”

She smiled warmly at me, and my lips quivered. Those were possibly the most meaningful and touching words she could have chosen to start with.

“And in that same vein, he was wrong to try and keep something like that from you. It’s something that was affecting your relationship, and he should have been up front with you about it. That being said… I don’t think either of you have properly communicated about this problem yet. Those feelings you just shared with me, you didn’t tell him about them, right?”

She sent me a look that was as gentle as it was reprimanding, and I sheepishly looked down at my hands.

“And he clearly didn’t go into any detail about what he’s been dealing with, or how he’s been feeling. He probably felt like you wouldn’t want to hear about it. But I think before either of you try to think about what to do next, you need to just be honest with each other.”

I bit my lip as I took in her words. She was right, and I knew it. I think I knew all along that the “talk” we had last night wasn’t really a talk. It was both of us making it known that something wasn’t right, but only stating the barest facts while avoiding truly opening up about our feelings. Neither of us had taken the initiative to talk about any of our underlying feelings. The things that were truly causing the strain on our relationship.

But I still couldn’t understand why he hadn’t shared his feelings with me… There was only one possibility that took hold in my mind.

“But don’t you think the reason he’s scared to talk to me about it is because he still has feelings for her? Because he’s doubting our relationship?”

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her. I felt embarrassed and ashamed of these ugly feelings that had been brewing inside me.

She sighed and shook her head, “That’s not something you or I can determine. The only way to find out for sure is to ask him. Sitting with these worst-case scenarios isn’t going to solve anything. You know that.”

I did know that. It was just a matter of gathering up the courage to accept that those scenarios were possible, and I was going to have to face whatever the truth was.

She pulled my hand into her lap, her eyes soft.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know this isn’t what you want to hear. You know you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need. But you’re gonna have to face him eventually.”

I spent that night at Jungah’s house. And despite all her efforts to make me comfortable, I didn’t get much sleep at all.

I went back and forth between staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about anything, and checking my phone every five minutes to see if he had tried to contact me.

I failed horribly at not thinking about it all, and there were never any messages from him. I woke up the next morning feeling like I’d been run over by a truck. My head throbbed from both the lack of sleep and the amount of crying I’d done the day before.

While I didn’t feel any more optimistic about things, I had gained one thing from my talk with Jungah: determination. I felt determined not to let my relationship crumble without putting any real effort into mending it. I knew I needed to at least try and communicate with Hoseok, to try and understand where he was coming from.

And I knew it was time for me to be honest about my own insecurities and fears. I owed it to him, to myself, and to our relationship. I was going to have to be truly vulnerable with him.

With shaking hands and a pounding heart, I sent off a message asking him to meet up.

The café was surprisingly busy for a Thursday morning, but the soft hum of conversation and the bustle of people coming and going was just the setting I needed. I knew if we talked at home that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself together, and I couldn’t afford to break down and risk not communicating properly.

Tapping my phone, I checked the time for what must have been the hundredth time since receiving those three words. See you there. He still had ten minutes until the agreed upon time, but I felt like time was frozen. I gripped my iced latte like a lifeline to still my jittery legs.

The bells above the entrance chimed, and I whipped my head towards it. Unlike the last ten times it had happened, it was really him. He stood inside the door, scanning the café, and I took a deep breath to prepare myself. He turned and his eyes met mine. They were dull with exhaustion, dark rings lining them, and he was dressed simply in a pair of faded jeans and a striped sweater. Yet despite all of this, he looked unfairly good. I shifted in my seat, running my hands over the slightly wrinkled, grey tracksuit I had thrown into my bag the day before. It was a futile effort.

Hoseok hesitated a second before making his way over and taking the seat across from me. He sat stiffly with his hands clasped tightly on the table in front of him. His eyes shifted around the room, to the table, and then to mine for a moment before looking down again.

“Before you say anything, I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I never meant to do that…” He paused before adding quietly, “It was what I was trying not to do actually.”

“I’m sorry too. I was hurt by your actions, and I still wish you had just been up front with me from the beginning… But I wasn’t open with you about how I was really feeling, and I didn’t give you the chance to talk either.”

His eyes softened and his fingers twitched towards mine on the table before stopping short.

There was a moment of silence as the two of us fought to find the courage to be fully open with each other. Finally, I let that determination fill me, and I plunged in first.

“I was really scared when you suddenly started pulling away from me. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew something was wrong. You weren’t giving me any clues, and I started to fill in the blanks myself. God, I swear I thought of every possible worst case scenario out there. I was terrified that this was going to be the end of us. I was convinced that somehow it meant that you didn’t want me anymore.”

At this, his head shot up, a stricken look in his eyes.

“God, no, that isn’t-,“ he stopped short like he wasn’t sure how he wanted to continue, and I shot him a defeated smile.

“Whether that’s the reality or not, it’s what’s been going through my mind ever since that phone call. And yesterday when I finally found out what it was all about…”

I chuckled humorlessly, feeling the pain shoot through me again.

Hoseok looked like he couldn’t breathe, his eyes staring desperately into mine. He shook his head slowly, though I wasn’t sure what it was he was trying to deny. The words I was saying, or the reality we had found ourselves in.

“The truth is I’ve been terrified this entire time. Terrified to confront you about everything because I thought it might meant I had to let you go,” I let out a shaky breath, desperately trying to keep myself together, and a sharp intake of breath sounded from across me. “But that was wrong of me. I shouldn’t have let things go on this long. I should have been honest with you, and I should have shown you I was ready to listen.”

This time he shook his head resolutely and finally reached out to take my hand in one of his.

“No. This is my fault. I was the one who was acting weird, and I knew you would notice. But I didn’t have the guts to just be upfront about everything. This is all on me. I fucked up,” his eyes burned into mine, and his fingers tightened around mine. “And god, I’m so sorry that I made you feel unwanted because that is the last thing I wanted, and it’s so far from the truth.”

I bit my lip and looked down, unable to shake the shadow of doubt that lingered in my mind.

“Hey, look at me,” his voice was firm, but gentle, the tone he always used when he really wanted me to listen.

My eyes met his, and he leaned in closer. My body reacted automatically, inching closer over the table. His eyes were shining with sincerity, full of the warmth that always brought me so much comfort.

“I love you. So much. More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. And I’m sorry for being such an idiot, but I need you to know that the love I have for you isn’t going to change. I will never not want you.”

I bit hard into my lip, a desperate attempt to hold back the sting of tears, and tasted the slight tang of blood on my tongue. With a tsk, he reached forward and pressed his thumb against my lip, gently prying it from between my teeth. I shivered as his thumb ghosted over my bottom lip, soothing the reddened skin.

God, it was ridiculous the effect he had on me.

“Then why?” My voice shook, and I cringed inwardly, hating how emotional I was. I cleared my throat and tried again, “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

He looked down at our entwined hands, absentmindedly tracing over my knuckles.

“I was scared too. Scared to tell you the truth… and scared that it proved what I was worried about all along.”

The confusion must have shown on my face because he smiled sadly before continuing.

“Her getting married… It suddenly brought back all of the doubts and insecurities I had back then. When she cheated on me and then left me,” he turned to look out the window, but I saw the pain on his face reflected in the glass. “Back then, I thought it was because of me. Because I wasn’t good enough.”

My heart clenched, the reminder that he ever felt that way was a punch to my gut.

“It was you who changed my mind. You made me feel special. Made me feel like I was someone worthy of being loved.”

He turned back to face me, his smile so filled with admiration, and I couldn’t stop the tears that escaped. I reached out with my free hand so that I could hold both of his, desperate to offer some kind of comfort.

“You are,” was all I managed to choke out, but it was enough.

His eyes misted over, and he sent me a grateful smile.

“I know. And I’m so lucky to have met you when I did, to meet someone who helped me realize that. But when I got the news…” he sighed, and a look of shame clouded his face, “I felt like it proved that the problem was me all along. I wasn’t good enough for her… and I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if maybe I wasn’t good enough for you either.”

“Hobi, no,” I gasped, shaking my head and gripping his hands tightly. “No, you are more than enough. You are everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

He let out a watery chuckle, as he looked up to meet my eyes. Usually I would find the fact that we were both crying in the middle of a café in broad daylight thoroughly embarrassing, but in that moment, all I cared about was him. Taking away the pain in his eyes and erasing all of the self-doubt from his mind.

I wanted to flood him with all of the love and admiration I had for him until it washed away everything else.

“We’re both pretty stupid, aren’t we?”

A burst of laughter escaped me at his sudden quip, and he grinned cheekily at me.

“Yeah, I guess we really are,” I shook my head, “We could have saved ourselves a lot of grief if we just talked it out like this from the start.”

He lowered his eyes again in guilt, and I freed one of my hands to run it along his arm.

“It’s okay. We’re both at fault here, and as far as I’m concerned, I forgive you. And I’m so sorry that you had to doubt yourself like that again. I will spend every day reminding you of your worth if that’s what it takes for you to recognize how amazing you are."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, each lost in our own thoughts. I couldn’t believe that this whole misunderstanding had been caused by our insecurities. That our fear of having to let go of each other almost became a self-fulfilling prophecy.

It was Hoseok that spoke up first, clearing his throat and self-consciously swiping at his reddened eyes. “So, where does this leave us?”

My heart ached at the apprehension lingering behind those words.

“We’re here. Together,” I said, squeezing his fingers for emphasis, “I guess the real question is, where do we go from here?”

He nodded, searching my face for the answer. But it wasn’t something I could decide on my own. I knew what I wanted. It was the same thing I had always wanted. Him. It was always him.

“Where do you want to go, Hobi?”

He bit his lip, taking the time to carefully consider his answer.

“It doesn't matter where we go,” he said, and my stomach dropped before he suddenly smiled brightly. It lit up his entire face, and, as a result, my heart as well. “I’m already right where I want to be. You’re my home. You always have been, and always will be.”

My heart picked up its pace, battering against my chest as warmth flooded through me.

“So, it doesn’t matter where we go from here, as long as we’re together,” he said sincerely.

When I didn’t answer, too overwhelmed by the emotions swirling inside me, he pressed, looking a tad nervous, “Please tell me you feel the same.”

I shook my head with a low chuckle, “Of course I feel the same. I told you, you’re everything I want. I want to be the reason behind your smile. I want to be the one that makes you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. I want to be the one you come to when you need to rest. I want to be your safe place to land. I want to be the one who reminds you every day of just how amazing and bright and wonderful you are. I want all of it.”

I smiled gently at him as he seemed to be speechless, stunned by the pure love and adoration in my words. How silly. As if words would ever be enough to express how much he meant to me.

“Well,” he said, a smile slowly reappearing on his face, “I guess that means we’re stuck with each other.”

I giggled, “That’s perfectly fine by me. After all, what would I do without my sunshine?”

He hummed in agreement, his eyes scanning over me, “Definitely not well. Just one day without me, and look at what you're wearing.”

He gestured towards my grey tracksuit with a look of distaste and I gasped in mock affront.

“Well, excuse me. You don’t look like you’ve been doing all that well without me either. You look like you haven’t slept at all. And let me guess, you haven’t eaten a thing?”

I sent him a disapproving look, and his smile turned sheepish as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.

“You’re right. I’m lost without you,” he said with a shrug, like it was an indisputable fact.

I grinned, “Let’s just agree we’re better together and promise to never let silly misunderstandings tear us apart again.”

He nodded, the usual cheer warming his eyes, “Sounds good to me.”

As we sat there smiling at each other, drinking each other in, it was clear. We needed each other. He was the sunshine that lit up my life, and I was his rock, always there for him to lean on when he needed somewhere to rest.

And I knew that I would never again allow him to believe he was anything less than worthy. Worthy of all the love and warmth in this world. Just as he did for me.

#bts #bts fic #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #hoseok fic #jhope fic #angst #fluff #established relationship #if there's any mistakes or weird spots near the end.. forgive me! i knew if i spent another second looking at this fic i would never post

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jaykayblr · 3 years

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[ 10:00pm ] - [ Jung Hoseok ]

89 : Dancing in the rain

93 : Kissing in the rain and getting soaked.

[ Requested by anon ]

Pairing : Reader × Hoseok

Genre : fluff, established relationship, dancing in the rain, kissing.

Prompt : your boyfriend makes your day a thousand times better.

Word count : 432 [ Unedited ]

Taglist’s open, send in an ask.

Note : I am sorry for taking soooo long to finish this. 👉👈😔

Sitting near the window pane, you could faintly hear the steady drumming of the rain drops on the window. The air in your bedroom had turned chilly. You instinctively tugged your blanket closer to your body to create warmth. It had been a rough day. Your boss was being an absolute jerk and had been constantly eating your brain off. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped under your soft blanket, in the arms of your boyfriend.

The soft knocking against the window made you flinch. But you soon relax as you see your boyfriend smiling at you. You slowly shift closer towards the window.

“What are you doing outside? Come in! It’s raining!” you raise your voice so as to make yourself audible.

“Come out!” hoseok yelled and motioned with his hands for you to come out.

Perplexed, you look at him and go “it’s raining!”

“Come out!” he yelled again.

You give up and pull the blankets off yourself. You walk towards the door with an umbrella in your hand.

The first thing you notice when you step outside your house is that your boyfriend is completely drenched. You run towards him with your umbrella - only for him to snatch it out of your hand and throw it away.

You almost scowled at him. But he pulled ityou in the rain - drenching you as well.

“Hoseo-” you started but he cut you off.

“Ssshh, just relax” he said and pulled you closer towards him.

He started swaying his hips urging you to do the same. The rain poured on you and him. He turned you around as a smile made its way to your lips. You couldn’t resist him and his contagious personality. He somehow always knew how to make you smile and feel better after a long day. It was as if only his presence would make your day a thousand times better.

He pulled you closer again and connected his forehead with yours. You could swear you could picture his wide smile as you closed your eyes. For the next few minutes you both were just moving your bodies against each other, getting drenched in the rain.

It was natural how your lips connected with his as you tugged his shirt towards yourself. He smiled softly as he kissed you back. His right hand gently circled around your waist as his left hand moved itself to your cheeks. He kissed you patiently - taking his own sweet time to nibble at your lips. His kiss reminded you of the happiness in your life - him.

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fave-bts-fics · 3 years

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home.

BY: FAGA

SHIP: YOONSEOK

WORD COUNT: 6124

CHAPTERS: 2

STATUS: COMPLETE

RATING: TEEN AND UP

SUMMARY:

College teachers that no one knew were married till one of them entered the other's classroom with a paper bag because 'You have mine honey, I dont like blueberry' and why is Mr. Min so happy at 9 am when usually he looks like wants Death to take him? And why did Mr. Jung just kissed him?

Home is where I feel safe and your arms are the safest place I've ever known.

#bts #bts fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfic #yoonseok #sope #yoongi #min yoongi #hoseok #jung hoseok #hobi #jhope #suga #college #proffessors #fluff #established relationship #domestic fluff #married couple

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ratedbangtann · 4 years

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"𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫!" | 𝙃𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙠 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝...

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader

Word count: 3.5k Warnings: angry sex, rough sex, spitting, dirty talk, degradation, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, for the love of god...), a hint of consensual non-consent??, very little lubrication, breath deprivation/choking.

a/n: Everything in this fic is consensual. Yes, this is angry sex. Yes, it's spur of the moment. But please know that if y/n had ever wanted Hoseok to stop what he was doing, she would just need to tell him, and he would. Thank you. Enjoy.

"You can be such an asshole sometimes," you huffed, slamming the kitchen cupboards in the hunt for whichever saucepan you needed to make the dinner you begrudgingly decided to make for Hoseok and yourself.

"Me? You've been acting like a little bitch for days. What is it, PMS?" he yelled angrily.

At this point, neither of you knew what you were fighting about. Hoseok had done something wrong, you were sure of that, but frankly you had no idea what it was. It had been so long since, but you were still stewing, just from the cockiness and sheer arrogance he protruded. His 'can do no wrong' impression of himself was pissing you off beyond belief.

"Ever think to ask why, Hoseok? Hmm? No, of course not. You never do anything wrong; nothing is ever your fault... Prince fucking Hoseok is right again," you spat, slamming the saucepan onto the stove to fill with the chicken stock you had already made up in a jug.

"What is your problem? Is it 'cause I've been working so much again? You know there's nothing I can do about that, y/n..." It always came back to this. No, it was never the reason. Sure, it sucked; but you never got mad about it, never got pissy. There was no need; you kept yourself busy and he was living his dream. You'd always supported that.

You just rolled your eyes at him, pushing past him to collect the jug of chicken stock to pour into the pan.

"When have I ever used that against you?" you retorted. "Never. I have never said that."

"You don't need to say it, your attitude says it all," he raised his voice at you and immediately your defences went up.

"Attitude? I didn't fucking do anything, Hoseok! You come home every day fucking moody as shit with me after preaching to the damn world that you're 'they're hope', but you act like such a-" you were interrupted by the slam of the kitchen door. Hoseok had left, storming off to the bedroom in a fit of rage. You'd attacked his philosophy, his mantra; was that too far?

Possibly, but you couldn't even entertain the idea that you had done anything wrong right now. Not when he acted the way he did with you. So instead, you ignored the situation and focussed on cooking, whether he was going to eat it with you or not. He at least couldn't throw in your face that you hadn't made him any food...

Like the stew on the boil, your anger bubbled away and festered deep in you. How dare he treat you like shit every damn day and then blame you? At first you had thought it was simply frustration from work, but it never usually carried on this long. Hobi loved what he did, and he was so disgustingly optimistic that it threw you to see him in a constant state of agitation.

"Dinner!" You yelled into the open, setting the bowls of stew down across from each other at the table. You heard movement upstairs, footsteps on the landing and down the steps as he stomped down them, clearly still reeling.

You sat in your seat and started your food, completely ignoring his presence when he dropped into the chair in front of you wordlessly. You didn't even look up, only knowing it would piss him off more. If there was one thing Hoseok hated, it was being ignored.

So that's exactly what you did. You tucked into your stew, eyes never bothering to wonder even a little to look up at Hoseok sat opposite you. You looked unbothered; not pissed off, not upset, not completely heartbroken like he had hoped you would be, just a little bit, but completely and utterly indifferent.

If he were to compare you to anything, he'd say you were acting like a mother in a supermarket who was sick and tired of her child having a tantrum, still going about her daily errands with the screams and stomps of a toddler behind her.

It enraged him.

He stared at you, eyes boring into the top of your head. His pupils dilated, his irises a deeper shade of chocolate than that of a calm Hoseok. If looks could kill, you'd have been face-first in your bowl, life drained out of you. Perhaps if you looked into his eyes right now, it would have the same effect as Medusa herself.

As he watched you eat, occasionally lifting a spoonful of broth to his own mouth, his anger only grew. How could you ignore him like this? Hadn't you been upset at all? Did it not bother you that he was pissed off?

He wanted a rise out of you, and he was getting nothing back.

He started tapping his fingers on the table, annoyingly so. He was doing anything he could to get a reaction now, pathetically trying his hardest to annoy you further. But you let it slide, like water off a duck's back.

He could feel his face getting hotter, his eye starting to twitch. You remained indifferent.

Hoseok gave up on eating his food, instead he leaned on the table by his elbows, his spoon dangling between his fingers as he watched you intently. He chewed his bottom lip until it was sore, the flesh throbbing and red.

Suddenly he dropped his spoon to the table, making your shoulders jump a little at the clatter of metal on wood but you still never looked up. You just sipped on another mouthful of stew, slipping into what you could only describe as feeling absolutely tiny; threatened, almost.

He ran his hands through his hair and sat forward, leaning on both elbows with his hands clasped tightly together, thumb sticking out as he bit on the nail. He needed a reaction out of you; that little jump at the noise he made was not enough, it would never be enough.

The fury bubbled and brewed and rose inside him, tipping him over the edge until eventually, he snapped.

Suddenly, he slammed his forearms on the table, his fists colliding with the wood making the cutlery and crockery laid out clatter and jump under the force. You looked up at him immediately, eyes wide and heart racing at his outburst. He was never like this, never got this angry... The expression on his face was one of menace, looking at you as if he hated you with every fibre of his being. He had managed to wind himself up so much that he exploded beyond what he ever had with you.

"FUCK this!" he yelled, with another final punch to the table as he stood up so quickly, kicking his chair back so hard it fell and hit the wall behind him. He strode around the table to where you sat as you looked at him with a terrified expression on your face. You weren't sure what he was going to do, but of course, you trusted him to never do anything that would ever hurt or frighten you for real.

Hoseok was a master of intimidation and you expected him simply to hover over you and demand an apology, but not tonight. He didn't want that.

Instead he kicked the leg of your chair to angle you toward him, swiped the almost empty bowl of stew and the cutlery accompanying it until it fell off the table and slotted his hands under your arms to pick you up, practically throwing you onto the wooden surface.

"Hoseok, what are you-?" you started but he clamped his hand over your mouth, leaning into hover less than an inch away from your face, your noses so close to touching.

"Shut up," he demanded. "Your attitude is pissing me off, y/n. I've fucking had enough of it." He dropped his hand from your mouth and fumbled to grip onto your thighs, exposed by the rise of the skirt of your dress. He pushed his hands up slowly, forcing you to widen them so he could slot himself between them, bringing himself closer to you.

A thrill ran through you, your hands gripping onto Hoseok's wrists where he held the tops of your thighs.

"I don't have a fucking attitude," you spat, pushing him to his limit. He smiled evilly, his eyes darkening significantly.

"Oh yes you do... And you know what I'm gonna do?" You tilted your chin up a little, urging him to continue. "I'm gonna fuck that attitude right out of you," he growled. Before your body or your mind had any time to react, Hoseok was grabbing your hips and violently dragging them to the edge of the table.

Under your skirt, he ripped the material of your panties so the remnants hung around your thigh, still not completely torn off; that wasn't his concern. He just needed access.

His hands moved so quickly they could have blurred before your eyes, pulling the zipper of his jeans down and popping the button, shoving the denim down with his briefs until they were pulled taught against his thighs. His cock hovered so close to your heat, you wanted it so badly but you knew you weren't ready.

In the absence of foreplay your body didn't have the time to catch up and prepare you for any kind of penetration. It aggravated you more, knowing you needed him.

Apparently, Hoseok had already thought that through. He hocked back a glob of saliva, ducking his head to spit it onto your pussy, pushing his fingers against you to swirl it around. You had to take a deep breath to stop yourself from reacting aloud; watching him preparing you so dirtily would have had you dripping naturally if it weren't happening all so fast.

He'd only ever spat on you once before – with your permission – when he was about to devour your pussy completely, but that was not the purpose of this today. He spat another glob into his free hand, working it along his shaft until he was satisfied that the both of you were lubed enough to proceed.

He grabbed your hips again, his hands still wet and sloppy and lined himself up with your pussy, forcing himself into you. Yes, it burned. Yes, you could have been more prepared. But in the heat of the moment, you just didn't give a shit. If you had stopped him or told him to wait, he would have; there was enough trust in your relationship to know that. But you didn't stop him, you didn't want to.

With the anger coursing through the both of you still, the pain added to the experience. Angry, hot, hate sex was exactly what you fucking needed; both of you.

So when he wasted no time in pulling out of you just to thrust back in with a grunt, you squeezed your eyes shut, bit your lip and forced back a moan that was bubbling in your throat.

A few more harsh, fast thrusts of Hoseok's hips against yours had the burning stretch fading away and that wonderful full feeling taking over instead. His fingers dug into your hips, sure to leave little bruises and crescent moon shapes where his nails poked into the flesh.

His jaw clenched with every thrust, a grunt with each slap of his pelvis against yours. He wasn't sparing any aggression, using you as a way to let it all out, rampant and completely overpowering. He stared down at his cock moving in and out of you, watching the way your pussy dragged him back in and feeling your walls clenching around him. He loved this view; it turned him into a rabid dog, practically foaming at the mouth.

But you wanted him to look at you. You wanted him to see the anger in your face, the rage still burning in you. You knew it would be adding fuel to the fire and that was your exact intention.

You reached forward with one hand, fisting it in his t-shirt and pulling him forward, his face hovering inches from yours. He looked up at you immediately, his brow creased and nose scrunched up in the way he often did when he was angry, or when he hit a particular beat in his choreography.

"What is it, huh? Not fucking you hard enough? Not pounding your dirty little pussy enough?" he taunted, lifting one of his hands to tangle in the hair at the base of your neck, holding onto a fistful of it to pull your head back and expose your neck to him. "You want it harder?"

That was it; you couldn't hold it in anymore. The pleasure of his thrusts, the harshness of his words, the anger in his tone all proved too much to handle and finally, you let out the first of many long, drawn out moans. He smirked at the noise, never letting his hips falter but the grip on your hair tightened which elicited a whine from you, your hand flying up to wrap around his wrist.

You had no problem being fucked like this, no issue with Hoseok letting his anger out like this because it was having the same therapeutic effect on you, and good lord, it felt so good.

"Look at you, huh? All that bitching and moaning and you can't even string together a fucking sentence now," he mocked, before he leaned in and attacked your neck with sloppy kisses, teeth nipping at the skin and biting down every so often.

The heat between your thighs grew and grew and now, your own arousal was spilling onto Hoseok's cock, still thrusting into you without mercy. Hoseok could feel it; the warmth, the wetness... It was driving him wild. His cock was throbbing inside you with need and frankly, you both knew that neither of you were going to last much longer.

"W-why do you... always act, like... like such a... jerk?" you spluttered, not caring that you were only pissing him off more; both of you loved it.

"You gonna talk back to me, huh? Really? In this position? I don't know if you're brave or just fucking stupid," he hissed, pulling his lips from your neck and his hand from your hair only to wrap it around your throat and force you to look at him again.

He pressed his forehead to yours, staring menacingly into your eyes and watching as they fell hooded with lust and pleasure, the orgasm stirring in your groin distracting you. You could feel his fingers tightening around your throat, pressing down on those crucial points to limit your air supply, only to cut it off completely.

You tried to grasp for breath, but nothing. You held onto his wrist, feeling the tendons in it hard and unmoving as he fucked into you and held you so damn tight in his hands. Tears pricked at your eyes but you never took them from Hoseok's, letting him stare into your very soul with his tongue sticking out of his mouth and teeth bared to you.

"You gonna cum, huh? Can feel it; you're pulsing on me. Do it, fucking cum..." he commanded and that was all you needed to send you soaring to new heights.

It hit you like a runaway train on a track, shockwaves ricocheting through you just as Hoseok's grip on your throat fell away completely. You dragged in as much oxygen as your lungs would allow, forcing a dizziness on you that only added to the euphoric feeling and rushing endorphins through your system.

Your pussy clenched impossibly tight on Hoseok and he found himself barely able to move, forcing his cock to drag out of you but that drag was ultimately what was going to bring him to his end too.

You went slack in his arms, head lolling back but he wouldn't have it. He held your head up with one hand, the other behind your back to keep you upright but his hips never stopped moving, despite having to find a new rhythm to work to with how tightly your walls were clenching him over and over again.

Your arms hung by your side, too weak to move, like all the energy had been drained from you. Your eyes had rolled into the back of your head and try as he might, he couldn't manage to get you to look at him.

"Hey! Hey, y/n... look at me..." he encouraged, all anger and harshness completely void in his tone. His hips still moved as furiously as they could and his grip on you didn't loosen, but he spoke much softer now, dragging you back from the bliss you had succumbed to.

When you finally looked back to him, you saw his brow still creased, sweat dripping from the end of his nose. His chest heaved and huffed with every deep breath he had to take.

"That's it, good girl. Look at me, y/n. Watch me..." he instructed, so close to his own end. You clenched on him again, using whatever reserves of strength you could find to bring him to his high too.

He pushed his forehead to yours again, groaning like some kind of animal as finally, he hit his orgasm too. Warmth spilled inside of you, his cock twitching as his movements stuttered. His breath felt so hot on your face as he let his groans and grunts out, still trying his best to move his hips and ride out his high until he was completely empty.

You could feel a stickiness between your legs as he pulled out of you now that he was softening. You felt dirty, you felt used but above all you felt satisfied and relieved.

Hoseok hovered above you, forehead still pressed to yours as the two of you caught your breath. He held you in place still, never letting your weak little body fall.

"Hobi..." you whined, using hit pet name for the first time in over a week. It made him soften up completely, all tension releasing from his body as he looked up into your eyes to see them glistening, close to tears. Your bottom lip trembled, and you honestly felt like you were going to break down.

The last week or two had been horrendous; you hated fighting with Hobi but the two of you were just so stubborn you couldn't back down and admit when you were in the wrong. It was a trait you shared and every so often, it would be an obstacle you had to overcome.

"Shh, I'm here baby, I'm here..." he pulled you to him, letting you bury your head into his neck and grip onto his t-shirt, the first of many soft little sobs escaping your chest. "Hey, don't cry... I've got you," he reassured, stroking your hair and peppering soft kisses to the side of your head.

"Don't... wanna fight," you sobbed into his neck.

"Me neither... I'm so sorry, baby. I was an asshole, there was no need for it," he admits and honestly, a weight lifted from your shoulders. You nodded against him, clinging on.

"I was a bitch too..." you confessed.

"Doesn't matter. I'm sorry, baby. I'm so, so sorry..." you pushed off his chest to sit up, looking up at him. He also had tears threatening to fall in his eyes, his features far softer now than they had been a few moments ago.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trailed his fingers along your jawline to where your bottom lip pouted outward a little. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours with gentility, planting a sweet and lingering kiss to them.

"I love you..." he mumbled, almost ashamed of himself. He sounded small and hoped that you would accept the smallest of declarations that he could give to you in this moment. But he did feel ashamed of himself; for making you feel like this, for taking his frustrations out on you when there was no need for it, and nothing you had done had contributed to it in the slightest.

"I love you too, Hobi..." you leaned forward to press your lips to his again, just briefly. "Need a shower..." you whined, still very aware of the stickiness between your thighs that was starting to dry.

Hoseok took a step back, letting go of you to pull his jeans back up his hips and just do up the button, leaving the fly down. He'd be taking them off again shortly anyway. Scooping you up in his arms, he carried you upstairs to the bathroom so that he and he alone could take you into the shower, clean you off and spend the rest of the evening taking care of the girl he loved so dearly.

He had a lot of making up to do, and this is where he was going to start.

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