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gimmethatagustd · 3 months

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bad boy, good lips | pjm + jhs

Hoseok is a superhero's sidekick. Jimin is a villain. They make it work.

○ Pairing: Villain!Jimin x Sidekick!Hoseok (from Falling Into You)

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Fantasy, superheroes/superpowers, college au, slice of life, on-and-off relationship, smut

○ 7 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Superhero)

○ Word Count: 2,952

○ Warnings: This is just a blow job scene basically so don't read it if you don't like it

○ Notes: I highly recommend reading the series before reading this! Alternatively, if you like this, then you'll probably like the series even more. The series is one I'm super proud of, and it's mostly fluff about how cute Yoongi is so all the Yoongi stans rise up 🤭

○ Post Date: February 3, 2024

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“Two superheroes, a sidekick, and a villain walk into a bar–”

“–and the superheroes pay for the drinks because they’ll be the ones with all the fame and glory,” Jimin finishes Yoongi’s sentence with a sharp grin.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi huffs as he holds the door open for his friends.

Jimin lets Hoseok and Taehyung enter first. Jimin knows that if he and Hoseok go first, then Taehyung will awkwardly try to get Yoongi to enter the bar before he does, even though Yoongi is the one holding the door, and then Taehyung will trip on his way inside and embarrass himself. As funny as Taehyung’s crush on Yoongi is, it can be painful to sit through – even now, when Yoongi and Taehyung are officially dating.

Jimin may be a villain, but he isn’t a sadist.

Besides, one highly possible outcome is that Taehyung gets all flustered and makes plants start shooting out of the ground, completely ruining the friends’ night out celebrating the end of finals. Boo.

Jimin turns around to stick his tongue out at Yoongi, ignoring the wide-eyed look on Taehyung’s face. The poor kid is so terrified of him that he’d buy the whole bar a round of shots if Jimin asked him to. It’s funny. Jimin is virtually harmless.

“Don’t Jimin-ah me, Min Yoongi. You can’t argue against this; I am all-knowing.”

In front of him, Hoseok snorts. It’s difficult to know what he has found amusing since Hoseok is always, intentionally or not, swimming in the inner thoughts of everyone around him. Jimin has long since gotten over the unnerving reality that his best friend can hear his thoughts. If anything, Hoseok should be thankful to Jimin. Having access to Jimin’s thoughts means having access to all the little glimpses of the future that flit through his head. Hoseok has said it’s challenging to sort through the mess of scenes, understandably so. It has taken Jimin years to gain control over his power of precognition.

“You are not all-knowing. You’re a glorified fortune teller,” Hoseok teases, confirming that his earlier snort was in response to Jimin’s cocky comment.

“Hyung, how dare you?” Jimin gasps as the four men find a booth near the back of the bar.

It’s a classic dive bar, dimly lit and vaguely smokey. The wooden table isn’t sticky when Jimin presses his palm against the surface as he slides into the booth, so that’s a win – not that he didn’t already know it wouldn’t be. Rare is it that anything surprises Jimin. He tries not to focus his energy on decoding the scenes that flit through his mind like specks of dust sparkling in the sunlight. Learning to shoo them away has taken time and diligent practice as a villain trainee.

Hoseok sits opposite Jimin, also sliding into the booth first. Taehyung quickly follows Hoseok without sparing Jimin a glance, leaving Yoongi to sit beside Jimin. They all already know that Yoongi will be the one to get their drinks from the bar once everyone decides on what they want. Though healing is Yoongi’s superpower, his entire personality is thoughtful and gentle.

The kindness of it all disgusts Jimin just as much as it fascinates him.

Sometimes, Jimin wonders if Yoongi can heal whatever part of Jimin made him a villain. It isn’t that Jimin minds that this is the path he has chosen for himself; after all, he knows what would’ve happened if he had chosen the path of a hero or sidekick. The thought of becoming something else makes Jimin’s brain itch.

A kick to the shin forces Jimin to blink, ripping his eyes from Yoongi’s profile to stare at Hoseok’s frown from across the table. Hoseok knows what Jimin is thinking, and Jimin doesn’t need words to understand him.

Hoseok believes Jimin is perfect the way he is. The narcissist inside Jimin agrees.

“Can someone pass me the specialty drink menu?” Taehyung chirps from the other end of the table. He speaks cutely, like he always does, each note sounding as sweet as he smells, floral yet a bit earthy, dirt beneath half-bitten nails.

Looking up from his phone, Hoseok eyes the menu where it’s propped up against the wall by a napkin holder. The laminated sheet is definitely sticky; Jimin doesn’t need supernatural qualities to tell him that. Luckily, with Hoseok around, there’s no need to touch the grimey thing. It takes little effort for him to use his telekinesis to lift the menu from one end of the table and gently drop it with his mind in front of Taehyung.

“How did your examinations go, Hobah?” Yoongi asks while he leans on his forearms to get closer to Taehyung so they can both review the menu.

“Ah, the usual,” Hoseok shrugs with a slight pout, “Combat still fucks me over, but Jimin has been helping me, so my scores should be much higher this semester.”

“Is that allowed?” Taehyung’s bright eyes slide from Hoseok to Jimin.

Wiggling a little in his seat, Jimin bites back a cocky grin.

“It isn’t not allowed,” Jimin settles on saying, punctuating his statement with an airy laugh.

He isn’t lying. As far as he knows, no rules at the various universities in Seoul prohibit superhero and sidekick trainees from fraternizing with villain trainees. Of course, it isn’t the smartest thing to do. Secret sharing across enemy lines can only come back to bite someone in the ass. Is Jimin disadvantaged because Hoseok has an intimate understanding of his combat style? Will Hoseok come to regret letting Jimin know his weaknesses?

Running his tongue along his bottom lip, Jimin watches Hoseok with his pretty lips parted in a slight smirk. Hoseok has more weaknesses than just poor combat skills.

“If you need anything, let me know,” Yoongi offers.

“Do you think I would hurt him?” Jimin plays affronted, and Yoongi sees right through it.

Yoongi sighs, but his lips quirk with a smile when he and Taehyung share a small look.

“Just figure out what you want to order, yeah?”

After the three tell Yoongi their drink orders, he leaves the table to relay the information to the bartender at the counter. It only takes about three seconds before Taehyung shoots out of his seat, muttering something about helping Yoongi carry their drinks before the kid scrambles toward the bar counter.

“You freak him out,” Hoseok observes with a chuckle that Jimin mimics.

“I can’t imagine why.”

“It’s how sneaky you act.” Hoseok props his elbow on the table and holds his chin in his hand. “Like you know something he doesn’t.”

Jimin grins, teeth bright and sharp.

“But I do.”

“Mmm…” Hoseok’s dark eyes start straight into Jimin’s gray ones.

Looking for something? Jimin thinks, his grin spreading when Hoseok’s cheeks flush pink.

“Nothing in particular.”

You’re cute when you’re nosy.

“I hear; I don’t listen.”

Jimin scoffs, eyes rolling despite his playful expression.

Liar.

A blunt laugh punches out of Hoseok’s chest. He looks across the bar to see Yoongi and Taehyung hold hands while they wait for their drinks.

“You could be a villain if you wanted,” Jimin murmurs, careful not to talk too loudly in case other bar patrons are as nosy as his telepathic friend. “Your powers are perfect for it, and you have a certain… flair.”

“I would never.”

“Too good for it?” Jimin’s grin is impossibly bright.

Hoseok chews his bottom lip for a moment. It's shiny with spit when he releases it from between his teeth.

“Something like that,” he admits, leaning back against his seat.

Ignoring Hoseok’s non-answer, Jimin rests both forearms on the table and leans forward, making up for the distance Hoseok put between them when he rested against the back of the booth.

“Would you like to know what I see in your future, Hobi hyung?” Jimin purrs.

“You already know the answer.”

“I want you to say it anyway.”

“Fine,” Hoseok concedes with a cheery smile, “I would love to know what you see in my future, JimJam.”

“I see you pressed against the bathroom door of this shitty bar while I suck you off so good you start crying.”

Evil satisfaction bubbles in Jimin’s hot veins when Hoseok closes his eyes and slowly inhales, pulling his upper body up and inward. It takes time to recover from Jimin’s bluntness, though Hoseok should be accustomed to his behavior. Never one to run out of confidence, Jimin has thousands of possibilities flipping through his brain like a Rolodex, each categorized by the probability of Jimin getting the best outcome for his personal gain.

Seducing Hoseok was one of Jimin’s personal bests.

“There is no future in which you can resist me,” Jimin had cooed in Hoseok’s ear the first time they fucked.

It was quick and hardly memorable, both of them young college kids heavily intoxicated, too worried about shoving each other in the bathroom of some random house party and getting their skinny jeans around their thighs to care about much else. Heroes, villains — none of it mattered.

Still, none of it does.

“Yoongi hyung is thinking about the face masks he bought to use later tonight with Taehyung,” Hoseok says carefully, finally opening his eyes. He watches their friends at the bar. “Tae wants to go home because he’s tired. And because you freak him out. He’s giving himself a two-drink max.”

When Hoseok turns back around, Jimin is already getting up.

“It’s going to take them a while to get our drinks. That bitch in the pink will cut Yoongi in line, and he’ll be too nice to say anything,” Jimin gestures with a jerk of his head in the direction of a girl inching toward the bar.

As the two men pass the bar counter on their way to the bathroom, Jimin lightly touches the elbow of the girl in the pink halter top.

“God, it’s taking a while, isn’t it?” he whines with a pout. The girl’s frown deepens.

“Yes! Like, what the fuck! I don’t understand why they only have one bartender when it’s getting so busy.”

Meddling with the future isn’t something Jimin believes in. No, he prefers to… leave suggestions sprinkled about, nothing major. Planting seeds is better than bulldozing trees. Miss Pink Halter Top was going to be a bitch about the service anyway; Jimin only gave her a little push in the right direction.

Smug and satisfied with himself, Jimin laces his fingers with Hoseok’s. They’re far more graceful slipping into the single-person bathroom in the back of the bar than they had been at that college party nearly four years ago. Experience has allowed Jimin to know how Hoseok likes being touched, kissed, and cared for.

Comfortable with the veil of protective mystery that comes with an on-and-off relationship, Jimin doesn’t worry about what Hoseok does when they aren’t together; he knows he’s the only one who can treat Hoseok right.

Besides, Jimin knows every possible end to their relationship; all he ever sees is the two of them, hand-in-hand.

The moment Hoseok locks the bathroom door behind them, Jimin falls to his knees in front of him. Hoseok looks good from this angle, jaw sharp and eyes narrowed when he peers down at Jimin’s expecting mouth.

“Stop thinking about how pretty I am,” Hoseok rolls his eyes, but his cheeks flush bright pink, and a heart-shaped smile brightens his face. “It’s embarrassing when you have your face against my…” He waves at his crotch.

“Relax, hyung,” Jimin purrs, biting the zipper of Hoseok’s pants and tugging while he opens the button with his fingers.

Toned and impossibly smooth, Hoseok’s thighs quiver as Jimin tugs his jeans and briefs halfway down, far enough to free his cock. It hangs limp, not yet hard, but Jimin knows in more ways than one that it won’t take long to get Hoseok worked up.

All Jimin has to think about is them fucking, and Hoseok is already whimpering.

“You have to tell me if someone’s coming,” Hoseok whispers. The back of his head stutters and thuds against the bathroom door when he lets his head fall back.

“Won’t you hear them?”

“I can’t—” Hoseok inhales sharply when Jimin flicks his wet tongue across the tip of his cock. “I can’t concentrate.”

Suckling the head of Hoseok’s cock, Jimin hums lightly in understanding, though he doesn’t care if someone comes. The door is locked. Even if Hoseok is loud, Jimin won’t find it in him to feel bad. There’s a second bathroom people can use; they aren’t doing anything bad.

This behavior is elementary, vanilla, and amateur. Jimin would love to do worse.

Jimin opens his mouth wider to take more of Hoseok’s cock down his throat, sucking with hollowed cheeks and letting spit bubble at the corners of his mouth. Messy head is neither good nor bad for Jimin, but he loves how vocal Hoseok becomes when he wets his cock, all slick and warm.

“Fuck,” Hoseok moans through a shuddery breath.

Hoseok’s eyes squeeze shut, and he quickly lifts the hem of his hoodie to keep it out of the way when Jimin begins bobbing his head.

Fully hard, Hoseok’s cock twitches in Jimin’s hand when he pumps the base where he doesn’t reach with his mouth. He could swallow Hoseok whole, but the little golden speckles of future flickering in Jimin’s mind tell him that a little twist of his wrist is going to make Hoseok cum faster. Not that Jimin wants to keep this short, but he’s in a generous mood and doesn’t want to leave Taehyung and Yoongi waiting too long.

“Just, just like that.” Hoseok digs his fingers in Jimin’s silky pink hair using his free hand. He doesn’t push; he just scratches his nails against Jimin’s scalp as tingling encouragement.

Taking more of Hoseok into his mouth, Jimin maintains a consistent pace. His lips redden and swell, getting hot and spit-slicked as they stretch around Hoseok’s cock. He licks the underside and hums in satisfaction when Hoseok’s hips stutter.

It’s hard and fast how Jimin works his cock while Hoseok does his best to keep his back plastered to the bathroom door and his heart-shaped mouth shut. Little whimpers escape his pretty lips, but he’s always been vocal. It’s one of Jimin’s favorite things about him.

“Jimin,” Hoseok whispers, a warning Jimin doesn’t need.

Putting a bit of pressure on Hoseok’s balls as he holds his cock, Jimin lightly squeezes them, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. That, combined with the ruthless pace of Jimin swallowing Hoseok’s cock, finally has Hoseok shaking under him.

“Shit shit shit.”

It hurts how hard Hoseok pulls his hair, but Jimin doesn’t care. Jimin keeps his gray eyes locked on Hoseok as he cums, pulling back far enough to let his cum spurt on his tongue. If it were another day and another place, Hoseok would lean back a bit further.

“Good?” Jimin asks sweetly after showing Hoseok that he has swallowed.

Hoseok nods weakly and finally uncurls his fingers from Jimin’s hair. It’s mechanical, as though his body isn’t yet his own, his orgasm temporarily stealing his autonomy from him.

With Hoseok’s help, Jimin rises to his feet. His knees ache from kneeling on the hard concrete floor, and the denim is dusty. Jimin would like to think he has a little more class than getting on his knees in a dingy bar bathroom, but when it comes to Hoseok, he’s willing to make compromises.

Jimin is hard, too. Hoseok’s eyes drop to the bulge in his jeans, but Jimin presses his fingers against the underside of his chin to lift his head.

I’m fine.

Sometimes, it’s nice not to have to say things out loud.

Sweat makes Hoseok’s blonde bangs stick to his forehead. Jimin brushes the hair from his face and admires the pink glow highlighting his features. For a long time, he thought he’d never find someone to pull those vulnerable, uncomfortable emotions out of him: affection and love.

Hoseok, though? There’s something about him that’s different.

“You know I love you too, right?” Hoseok asks with creeping hands wrapping around Jimin’s waist.

His turn to be shy, Jimin scoffs and turns his cheek to Hoseok when he leans in for a kiss.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mhm,” Hoseok’s smile is there in the sounds he makes; Jimin doesn’t need to see it. “What are the odds Taehyung and Yoongi will ditch us?”

Sometimes, Jimin wonders if the illness Taehyung had might happen to him, too, though he knows it’s unlikely. Taehyung’s powers are nothing like Jimin’s. Still, Jimin feels something tighten and twist in his chest when he thinks about how good it is to be loved by Hoseok.

“We could go out there and be honest about what we were doing, and they’ll complain but eventually get over it,” Jimin explains, his fingers finding Hoseok’s to intertwine with them at his hips, “Or we pretend like nothing happened, and they’ll be uncomfortable the rest of the night, wondering.”

The smirk that blossoms across Hoseok’s face is prettier than any flower Jimin has ever seen.

“Let’s make them suffer,” Hoseok laughs when Jimin’s eyebrows raise.

“Oh? Is someone playing the villain today?”

Pulling Jimin into a hug, Hoseok nuzzles the side of his neck.

“You’re a bad influence on me, JimJam. But I like it.”

Triumphant, Jimin grabs the back of Hoseok’s head and pulls him into a kiss. Despite the taste of Hoseok on Jimin’s tongue, the kiss is innocent and slow. What Jimin can’t verbalize, he can give Hoseok through his thoughts and actions. For now, that’s all they need.

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downbad4yoongi · 1 year

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Namjoon x reader

First Responder AU

Word count: 7156

Friends to lovers

Warnings: mature, smut 🔞(choking, vaginal sex, blowjob, fingering, edging), fluff

Summary: Namjoon's clumsiness proves to be your saving grace.

Thank you, @colormepurplex2 for the banner and the cheerleading.

The blue curtain partitioning off this emergency room bay from the others pulls back, the metal hooks jangling against each other as you lift the tablet in your hand to greet the newest patient to come into the ER. With a few swipes, you access the patient information causing you to stop short and snap your head up.

“Really, Namjoon! Again?” You look down at his lounging form, dressed in black joggers and a cream shirt, on the hospital bed cradling a heavily bandaged hand to his chest. At least he has the decency to look ashamed. You rest back on your hip, the tablet braced against your waist, “You couldn’t have made it five more days before ending up here again?”

Before he can respond, a fellow nurse walks up and silently holds their hand out. With an eyeroll and sigh, you reach into the pocket on the front of your scrub top and pull out three neatly folded bills and slap them into their hand. They smirk at the two of you before spinning with a loud laugh and heading back to the nurses’ station.

The chastised look on Namjoon’s face has morphed into a small frown, “What was that about?”

“That was about you not being able to go another week before ending up in my ER again.” You draw the curtain closed and move to his side, looking down at the tablet to review the information provided by EMS. You blink a few times at the screen before lifting your head to peer at him, “Nearly sliced your thumb off… how?”

You’ve known Namjoon two-thirds of your life seeing as he is your older brother’s closest friend. Ever since they were thrown together for a science project in middle school, they have been thick as thieves. In all that time, you don’t think you have ever seen Namjoon turn as red as he is turning right now.

Eyes cast downward and mumbles, “I was tryi-”

“Speak up for the class. I can’t hear you.”

With a roll of his eyes, his head flops back on the pillow, “I was trying to cook dinner, and turns squash is more difficult than I thought to cut through.”

Your lips purse, cheeks inflating in an effort not to laugh. The urge is a terrible pressure building in your chest; you turn, giving him your back, hand smacking across your mouth to muffle the laughs that do manage to escape. Tears prick your eyes in your effort to exercise restraint. Several beats pass with you taking in deep lungfuls of air before you spin back around to face him. “So, terribly sorry. That was unprofessional of me.”

“Quite. Don’t think I won’t tell Teddy about how poorly his sister treated me when I was in need.”

“Whatever. It’s not like he’d expect anything else.” You set the tablet down on the rolling tray and wrap your fingers around his right forearm and pull it towards you to get a better look at the hastily done bandage wrap. You can already see that blood has started to seep through the final layers of the gauze. “I’ll be right back. I need to gather the necessary supplies to clean the area before the doctor comes to stitch you up. If you’re lucky, you won’t need surgery.”

You walk out of his medical bay, leaving his curtain open, and head toward the locked supply cabinet. Using the key on your lanyard, you open the doors and pull the needed items out before relocking it, and making a stop by the nurse's station to ask them to page the on-call doctor. Leaning against the desk, you giggle at a joke your coworker makes as she reaches for the phone to page the doctor. Before she can complete the action though, you feel the body heat of someone next to you, standing way too close to be appropriate. Your shoulders stiffen as the newcomer leans on the desk next to you, his left hand moving to lightly cup your waist.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

Straightening abruptly you step away, jaw tight as your eyes fill with anxiety. “You would have had to be here to understand. I’m going to finish prepping the patient, and then he’ll be ready for you.” You turn abruptly and make your way back to Namjoon. Your breath leaves you shakily as the items in your arms clatter onto the metal tray.

“What was that?” he asks, his chin tilting to gesture toward the desk, concern laced in his voice.

Shaking your head sharply, “Nothing.” You slip your small hands into the nitrile gloves as you angle to face him, “Now, let’s get you prepped.”

His frown deepens, but he holds out the injured hand out to you. Bracing his arm with one hand, you slowly start to unwind the gauze wrapping his injury. After a few minutes, light is finally cast upon the damage. The note about severing his thumb was a little extreme, but was a close description. You hold his hand closer to you, looking at it from all angles; a few more centimeters, Namjoon would be getting scheduled for surgery right now and you tell him as much.

“Stop being ridiculous,” he scoffs.

“I’m not being ridiculous, Joon. A few more centimeters and you would have severe nerve and muscle damage that could only be repaired by surgery and a lot of occupational therapy. So next time, buy the pre-cut squash, ‘kay?”

Your eyes flick up and catch his wide eyes, his face a bit ashen as he takes your words to heart and nods.

The corner of your mouth turns upward as you start cleaning the wound and treating it with a numbing agent in preparation of the doctor. Light chatter is traded between you both as you work. The banter comes to an abrupt stop as you feel a heavy palm against your back.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Namjoon that your shoulders tighten and jaw perceptibly clenches as you are joined by the ER doctor on call. You avoid looking at Namjoon as the doctor introduces himself to Namjoon.

“Hello, um, Namjoon Kim. I’ll be the doctor attending to you this evening. I’m Dr. Brogan Rothport. Looks like you are here because of a severe laceration?”

You can feel Namjoon’s eyes flick between you and the doctor, who’s hand is still resting on your back. You hurry through the remaining cleansing and slide out of the way as soon as you can possibly manage.

Dr. Rothport moves into the vacated space looking down at the supplies you already have ready for him. He hums under his breath, “Sweetheart, can you grab me a pair of gloves?” He turns to you with an overly– unwanted– smile. “Then we can get started.”

You yank two gloves out of the box on the wall and drop them unceremoniously on the tray, “Not your sweetheart.” You shift out of reach of the doctor, moving to the other side of Namjoon’s bed.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know I don’t mean anything by it, you’re just my favorite nurse,” he quips nonchalantly.

Before you can respond, Namjoon intercedes his free hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer. “I don’t think she’s being ridiculous at all. After all she’s only one person’s sweetheart, isn’t that right, jagiya?”

You fight every instinct in you that wants to react and push Joon away from you. Instead you lean into his hold, your own hand gently sifting through the black strands of his hair, “You’d be correct in that, aegi.” You look down at him, and force yourself to smile at him and pray that it looks like a smile one would give to their significant other.

A sharp clearing of a throat breaks your gazes. “Oh, I wasn’t aware you had a boyfriend. I assumed you were single.”

You force a tight smile, the hand at the base of Namjoon’s head flexing a little, “Well, you know what they say about assuming.”

The doctor’s eyes narrow as he glares at you, “Why didn’t you tell me you were with someone?”

“Well, I tend to not talk about my personal life at work, and I am sure I’ve mentioned my love to you before. You’re just so busy that it’s probable it slipped your mind.”

You watch the doctor force a smile of his own as he gloves up, “This is wonderful news, regardless.” He threads the needle and glances at Namjoon, “Well, you should definitely come to the holiday party I’m throwing for everyone this weekend. I’d love to have you.”

A smile naturally spreads across Namjoon’s full lips as he meets the doctor’s gaze, “Of course I’m coming. I was so excited when she told me it was happening. We’re just quibbling over what to bring; we hate showing up empty handed.”

You ease to a stop in front of Namjoon’s apartment building and shift your car into park. Since you were at the end of your shift when he showed up, you agreed to drop him off at his place rather than him calling your brother to pick him up. The entire twenty minute ride was a stifling silence with a soundtrack of throwback hits. You shift in the driver’s seat, clearing your throat, “So how are we going to play this?”

Namjoon stills before shifting back to face you. “Play what?

“This fake relationship we are suddenly in.”

“We don’t have to play anything. Just tell you coworkers we broke up or I got sick or something.”

A sardonic laugh filters into the silence as you shake your head. “Yeah, no. You started us down this path, so you need to commit to this path with me.”

His brow furrows, “I don’t see why we would need to do that. No one is going to really care.”

“Joon, what do you think will happen when I show up to that party alone and Brogan realizes I am alone?” You shift your body to face him head on. “Ever since Brogan transferred to this hospital he has been invading my personal space, asking me out, and calling me ‘sweetheart.’ For six months, I have been dealing with this and I am at my breaking point.”

With wide eyes, “Wait, six months? Have you reported this to anyone? Does Teddy know about this?”

“I cannot have my brother storming into my workplace and assaulting an attending. I don’t need his good intentions to inappropriately escalate things. I reported the behavior to human resources a few weeks ago, but nothing came of it. Everyone at that damn hospital falls for his charisma.”

You watch Namjoon struggle to control his emotions, his jaw tense and his tongue stabbing a sharp dent in his cheek. You remain silent, letting him process. You glance back at him as his hand reaches over and cups your own. “Well, nae sarang, what are we bringing to his party?”

After a brief argument in the car about who would carry in the spiced cider, an argument you won after asking if he was trying to end up back in the ER if he ruptures his stitches, you step out of the warmth of your car into the chill winter air. You wait for Namjoon to join you on the walkway, your eyes tracing over the obnoxiously large house with a huge expanse of manicured grounds idyllically decorated with snow.

“Good lord, his house is as garish as his personality.” You start up the cleared walkway and approach the black front door with an ostentatious gold knocker and wait for it to open after Namjoon knocks. With a deep breath, you both slip into your roles as the door swings open.

Namjoon’s arm curls around your waist, you easily lean into his hold and paint a smile on your face as Brogan greets you and invites you inside. Namjoon’s hand slides to the small of your back ushering you inside before him. Brogan smiles at you, barely acknowledging Namjoon’s presence beside you, as he shuts the door. “So glad you could make it. You’re looking beautiful as always.” His eyes trace along the collar of your off-the-shoulder green sweater. “Really love your sweater… It's so festive.”

You suppress the shudder that begs to be let out. “Well, we are happy to be here. She talks so much about her coworkers, I can’t wait to finally meet them all!” You watch as Brogan finally looks away from you and nods his head in greeting at Namjoon.

“We are looking forward to meeting her elusive partner.” Brogan turns back to you. “Can I take that for you?” He motions at the spiced cider you’re holding.

You quickly give it up, eager for him to be away from you. Your shoulders relax as Brogan turns away from you, Namjoon’s hand rubbing soothingly against your back. “Let me take your coat for you.”

“Thanks, Joon,” you accept dropping your arms to your sides for him to slide your coat off. You straighten your dark green knitted sweater, waiting to the side for him to hang your coats up.

“You ready?” You can see the worry in his face that he is failing to mask.

Your fingers lace with his, “Let’s do this.”

You pull him behind you as you move from the foyer into the gathering area. This time a real smile dawns your face as you start greeting your colleagues. Namjoon easily falls into step beside you and plays his role to perfection. He knows exactly when to be an active participant in the various conversations and when to let you shine, interjecting cute anecdotes, witty remarks, or thoughtful observations.

He is currently in the middle of telling an embarrassing story about you from a few years ago, when a set of arms circles around your waist from behind. You know exactly who it is without evening needing to look. A soft smile chases away the blush that was heating your face as you lean into the hold. “Hey, when did you get here?” you ask over your shoulder.

Hoseok rests his chin on your shoulder, “We just got here. Someone,” his eyes cut to the side pointedly at Jimin, “wanted to swing by the hospital. He insisted he needed to check in on his patients in the NICU.”

You giggle, “Did he? Let me guess, that side adventure took an hour.” Jimin pouts, crossing his arms, telling you all you need to know. Jimin has always gone above and beyond as a nurse in the NICU of your hospital. In fact, that is how he met his husband, Hoseok, who is a nurse two floors down in pediatrics. Your giggles grow louder, accompanied by Hoseok and Namjoon’s laugh, drawing attention from folks not even in your small circle.

Your laughter fades because one of those people is Brogan. You stifle a sigh as you are pulled out of your comfort bubble. In your excitement to have your very close friends here, you didn’t notice the odd, surreptitious glances others have been giving you as you remain in Hoseok’s hold. You straighten and step out of Hoseok’s back hug and closer to Namjoon.

“What’s with the vibe change?” Hoseok’s eyes bounce around the circle.

Brogan clears his throat, “You seem awfully handsy with someone who has a partner. Last I checked, Namjoon doesn’t like that.”

“Also, she told us that this was the first time her coworkers were meeting Namjoon,” someone else throws out.

Hoseok and Jimin turn as a unit to look at you and Namjoon. You can feel their eyes take notice of the way his hand rests on your hip. In sync, they both slowly blink at you before turning back to the group. “Well, this may be your first introduction to Joonie here, but Hobi and I have been friends with both of them for years.” Jimin delivers with his signature smile.

Some of the tension bleeds from your shoulders as relief washes over you. You were worried for a second that Hobi or Jimin would inadvertently blow your cover. You lean into Namjoon’s side, his hand idly rubbing your hip, and smile because you should have never doubted that your close friends wouldn’t go along with your plan.

“Still Namjoon, you seem completely fine with Hoseok being all over your woman,” Brogan brashly throws out, staring Namjoon down.

Namjoon smirks, rising to the challenge, “One, she is her own person; not an object to own. Two, who she does and does not let into her personal space is her own choice. Three, why is this any of your business?”

You turn into him slightly, a huge smile on your face, “And this is why I keep you around.”

Namjoon’s head tilts towards you as he gives a conspiratorial wink, and you can’t explain what comes next. It almost feels like an out-of-body experience as your hand reaches up to cup his jaw, you go up on your tiptoes, and kiss him. You feel his fingers flex on your hip where they rest, before he relaxes into it and kisses you back. His hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you closer as his lips move against yours. Holy shit, you are kissing your brother’s best friend!

A clearing of a throat breaks you two apart, your eyes slowly open taking in Namjoon’s own bewildered gaze. You settle back on your feet with flushed cheeks and a soft smile, your fingers brushing against your lips in a daze. A hint of pink dusts Namjoon’s cheeks, your head turns back to the group and Namjoon leans close to whisper in your ear, “That was pleasantly unexpected.”

You capture your lip between your teeth as heat creeps up your neck. Not even Brogan’s piercing gaze can steal that moment from you. You catch out of the corner of your eye, Jimin discreetly throwing you a look of surprise. You give a tiny shake of your head and mouth a ‘later.’

Brogan claps his hands, his face stony, “Well while that was riveting, shall we move on to the gift exchange?” With hums of acknowledgement, everyone starts moving to grab the presents they brought.

Namjoon turns to you with a question in his eyes. You pat his chest, “Don’t worry about it. This was a staff exchange only.”

“Hm, that’s good seeing as I didn’t bring anything and was going to piggyback off your gift.”

You roll your eyes, “I would expect nothing less, Joon.” You head back to where you left your tote and pull out a gold gift bag with a sparkly red ribbon tied around the handles. “Since I am so gracious, this can be from both of us.” His chuckle resonates from his chest as he takes your hand again and leads you to the last open seat, plush chair next to the hearth. Namjoon takes the seat and pulls you onto his lap. You can’t help the small gasp of air that escapes you as he pulls you down with no resistance; rolling your lip between your teeth as his hand naturally comes to rest on your hip to hold you in place.

Across the grouping of chairs, Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows at you. You shake your head diverting your eyes so as not to encourage him. Unfortunately, your gaze lands on Brogan and you catch him staring at you with narrowed eyes, jaw tense. His glare makes your skin crawl. You shift on Namjoon’s lap resting against him more, his hand soothingly rubbing your side as he catches your gaze. “Are you alright?” he whispers.

You gently knock your forehead against his, “Yes, because of you.”

The edges of his lips tilt upward. “Glad to be of service.” His eyes flick down to your lips and back to yours. You remain still as he leans in and brings your lips together, your eyes shuttering as your lips move with his. Quicker than you probably wanted, you pull back and brush your thumb along the edge of his thick bottom lip.

The eagerness of Jimin’s voice brings you out of your private bubble. “Gift time! I want to go first.” He reaches down to the side and picks up a lovely wrapped present and holds it in his lap. “I am sure you are all hoping that I was your Secret Santa because who wouldn’t. Lucky for me, though, I was given someone who I already was shopping for. Yeobo, Merry Christmas!” Jimin turns to Hoseok and slides the present from his lap and onto Hobi’s.

Hoseok’s whole face lights up with a brilliant smile. “What! How did you keep this from me?”

“One doesn’t reveal their secrets.” Jimin leans in and pecks Hoseok’s cheek. “Hurry up now and show everyone my amazing present.”

Hoseok resembles a little kid on Christmas morning with the way he attacks the wrapping paper. In seconds, a white box is revealed and from across the way you see the Louis Vuitton insignia embossed on the lid. Hoseok is practically bouncing in his seat as he pulls open the lid and lets it slide to the floor. Reverently, he reaches in, eyes wide, and pulls out a black on black crossbody sling bag.

Hoseok tears his eyes away from the gift to look lovingly at Jimin, “Sweets… I don’t even know what to say.”

Jimin smiles fondly at him, “A thank you and kiss would suffice.”

Hoseok laughs and leans in kissing Jimin softly, pulling back he presses their foreheads together, “Thank you.”

“That kind of feels unfair that you got your husband as your person, but whatever,” another pediatric nurse quips. That has everyone chuckling as the gift exchange continues. It’s not long after the plush rug is littered with paper and empty gift bags as it gets down to the last few people who need to hand out their gift.

You bounce a little on Namjoon’s lap, “I want to go next!” You give the bag on your lap a little shake, “I was really excited to get this person as I have been wanting to buy this for them ever since I saw it in the store.” You slip off Namjoon’s lap and cross over to Jimin. “Merry Christmas, Chim!”

You can’t miss the way his eyes light before making your way back to Namjoon. By the time you have settled back down, Jimin has already pulled the gift out. His hands gently stroke over the cream cashmere scarf in his hands. “Oh, this is beautiful.” He sends you a fond smile and wraps the scarf around his neck, “I love it. Thank you!”

“Only the best for my bestie,” you shoot back cheesily.

“While it has been a joy to watch all of this, it is my turn to give my gift.” Brogan stands up and picks up the flat silver-wrapped box at his feet. You figured out after the halfway point that Brogan was probably your Secret Santa, and you have been dreading it ever since. You sink back into Namjoon as Brogan approaches, he offers the present to you with an uncomfortable amount of eye contact.

You gingerly accept the box, setting it across your lap. Namjoon strokes your hip attempting to ease the tension running through you. He props his chin on your shoulder and watches you take apart the wrapping paper to reveal a white box embossed with the name La Perla . Your back stiffens and you can already feel the heat crawling up your neck; Namjoon’s hand tightens on your hip as he watches you lift the lid off. Your lips purse tightly as you reveal the black lace corset lingerie nestled in tissue paper. Your hands grip the box edges, your body vibrating with a riot of emotions leaving you unable to speak.

Namjoon, sensing your turmoil turns his steely gaze on Brogan and gives him an overly-saccharine grin, “Didn’t know you were so thoughtful, Brogan. While I am perfectly capable of purchasing my love lingerie, we will definitely put this to good use.”

Finally getting a semi-handle on your emotions, you look up in time to see Brogan’s face tighten in anger, his cheeks tinting red. You lean back into Namjoon, head resting back on his shoulder as he reaches in to pick up the lace lingerie to show it to the group. “Yes thank you, Brogan. Despite it being very inappropriate to buy a colleague lingerie. I’ll make sure to wear it for my love; hopefully, it’ll make it through in one piece, Namjoon can get a little wild sometimes.”

“Lovely,” Brogan turns on his heel and walks out of the den. It feels like everyone releases the tension they were holding during that exchange and looks over at you, a mix of emotions displayed on their faces.

You cover your face with your hands, “What the fuck.”

“Mm, very quality.” You slide your hands down to peek at Jimin who’s gingerly holding the corset up and appraising it. “Don’t give me that look. He is a creep, but he does have relatively good taste.”

You snatch the garment from him and stuff it back into the box, slapping on the lid. “That is so beside the point.” You stand up and turn to look at Namjoon, “I’m ready to go. Are you?”

He nods and stands up taking the box from you as you quickly hug Jimin and Hoseok good-bye. Namjoon does the bro hug thing with them and then you’re in the foyer putting back on your layers. With one last wave, Namjoon opens the front door and jumps back, shouting in shock as a pile of snow rushes in through the open door.

Other guests start trailing in to see what the commotion is about as you look out the door and see piles and piles of snow have accumulated over the last few hours. Something that no one had realized because Brogan had drawn all the drapes to hold out the cold. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” you huff.

After an hour of arguing in circles, praying to a higher power, an almost brawl, and checking the weather reports, it's determined that you are all stuck for at least the night. You’re currently settled in one of several lounges in this overly large house with Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin.

“Did I do something terrible in a past life?” You throw the question out as you lay on your back across one of the sofas, your legs draped over Namjoon’s lap.

“Mmmm, probably. I always thought you did something devious in your past life. Maybe something like an interrogator or an assassin. Sometimes your looks can kill.” Jimin laughs as he catches the throw pillow you toss at his face.

“That was a rhetorical question.”

Hoseok clears his throat, “So are we not going to talk about the elephant in the room?”

Namjoon’s hand rubs soothingly up and down your calf, “Like what a massive asshole Brogan is?”

“Yes, and that apparently you’re dating your best friend’s little sister.” Hoseok eyes the both of you.

Namjoon catches your eye and shrugs one shoulder at you, leaving the choice up to you. With a sigh, you shift to a sitting position but leave your legs on Namjoon’s lap. “I would have told you if I was really with Namjoon. He is helping me keep Brogan at bay.”

Jimin straightens up, “What did he do?”

You divert your eyes, worrying your lower lip. Namjoon gently squeezes your calf and answers, “I was at the ER–”

“Again?!” Jimin interjects.

Namjoon ignores the comment and continues, “I had cut my hand pretty badly and she was assigned as my ER nurse. I witnessed Brogan inappropriately try to flirt with her and invade her space.” He looks over at you, “She was clearly upset and uncomfortable, and so I acted on instinct and pretended to be her boyfriend to get him to back off.”

“It threw me for a moment, but I went along with it and grabbed that life preserver with both hands.” You look at Namjoon, your expression relaying how grateful you are for his intervention.

Hoseok snaps, “Can’t believe that prick still works at our hospital.”

“Money talks and Daddy’s money talks even louder,” Jimin quips sardonically.

The three of you nod solemnly. Hoseok softly claps his hands, “Let’s stop wasting our time thinking about that asshole. I’d rather discuss how your fake relationship somehow includes very real kissing.”

You duck your head, cheeks heating, “Um, I don’t really have an explanation for that.” You glance at Namjoon, “It just felt right.”

“Twice?”

Namjoon’s dimples appear as he laughs softly and nods. His fingers crawl up your leg to snag your fingers in his. “Pissed Brogan off didn’t it?” Namjoon says as his eyes fill with a contradicting message.

Your hands grip the cold edge of the marble countertop in the bathroom and take a few deep breaths. Your mind is a mess and can’t seem to settle on any one thought. You’ve really managed to stick your foot in it this time and now you have to sleep in the same bed.

Was he just playing along?

Did he actually want to kiss you?

Will he be expecting more after those kisses? You‘re not ashamed to admit you like what you’ve experienced thus far.

Do I want more? You lift your head and stare at your reflection. Worrying at your lip, you think about the consequences if you do what you want to versus what you should probably do. You release the pull you have on your lip having made your decision.

Namjoon is idly scrolling on his phone as he lounges on the mound of pillows on the king-size bed when you open the bathroom door and casually lean against the doorframe. The light from behind you perfectly framing every dip and curve of your body in the expensive lingerie that was gifted to you. You know you look amazing; the corset is perfectly cinched at your waist providing just the right lift to your breasts, the lace briefs highlighting everything it needs to.

Namjoon’s eyes flick over and then back to his phone but quickly snapback, his phone slipping from his hands, as he fully takes you in. You can’t suppress the smirk that lifts your lips as his eyes trail down your body.

He slowly sits up, “Um, what are you doing?”

“What feels good.”

He blinks slowly at you, his mouth still gaping.

“It would be a shame to waste all of this, no?” Your hand trails down your side from just under your chest to your hip.

Namjoon stands up and stalks toward you, the intensity of his gaze ensnaring yours. He comes to a stop, leaving just a breath of space between you. He lightly runs his finger along the thin strap of the corset, it’s more like a whisper of a touch actually. “It would be a crime to not take advantage of the generosity provided to us.”

Your breath shudders as that whisper of a touch teases along the top of the corset, teasing you. “Absolutely,” you whisper.

Namjoon’s lips crash against yours as he yanks you against him. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, arching into him as his tongue sweeps into your mouth. You slide one hand into the hair at his nape, the other gripping the back of his shirt as you meet him with equal vigor. He slides his hands down your waist to your hips before sliding around to grip your ass and lifting you into the air. You don’t hesitate to wrap your legs around his waist, your tongues dueling with each other.

A grunt forced from your mouth into his as your back collides with the wall, his hips pinning you to the hard surface as his hands navigate back to your waist. You nip and pull at his thick bottom lip as his fingers dig into your ribs. He dives down to your neck, his tongue leaving behind a wet trail before settling on a spot and sucking.

Namjoon presses his forehead to yours, his breath gusting against your face, as he pauses the frenzy. He gently squeezes your waist, “Are you really sure? If we cross this line, there’s no going back.”

Your tongue traces over your lips and you nod. “I am very sure. Ever since that first kiss, I haven’t stopped thinking of the possibilities.”

As the last words leave your lips, his hips kick forward grinding your lower back hard against the wall as his hands wedge between to start popping open the fastenings on your corset. Your head falls back against the wall, his mouth leaving a string of purple bruises down the column of your neck. A surprised gasp is pulled from you at the sudden pressure of his teeth biting down on the skin of your collar bone. You arch into it, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

You feel the deep timbre of his laugh more than hear it, “Mmm, you liked that huh?” He unhooks the last fastener, your chest spilling free as the tension of lace falls away. You hold eye contact, your teeth digging into your own lip, as his large palm cups you and slowly starts to squeeze. The rhythm of your breathing falters with the slow increase in pressure around your tender breast, drawing a whimper from you. His eyes dart to the mottled skin around his fingers as he maintains the harsh grip he has on you. “There something you want to tell me?”

He releases his grip, the pressure from his hold leaving behind a dark reddish-purple ring around your breast. You buck your hips as much as you can as blood rushes back into the area. “Take my mind off tonight. Make me forget everything. I won’t break…but it never hurts to try.”

You can see the sparks ignite in his eyes as his lips collide with yours, this kiss punishing and intense. Before your body can fully react to it, your grip on gravity is yanked away as you sail through the air and land with a bounce on the plush bed. You lay there for a beat, heart racing before leveraging up onto your elbows. Fortunately just in the nick of time because you get a front row seat to Namjoon stripping off his clothes as he stalks toward the bed after you. The last piece of clothing, his boxer briefs, join the rest of the clothes strewn across the floor; your eyes can’t settle on any one thing to look at.

Namjoon is a fucking adonis. Your eyes run from his broad shoulders to the taper of his waist down to follow his v-line straight to the thick cock framed by even thicker thighs. A startled sound escapes you as he grabs one of your ankles and yanks you to the edge of the mattress, stepping in between your spread legs. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing along your jaw before tilting your head back and meeting your eyes. His fingers slip back to cup the back of your hair, your body tensing in anticipation. Suddenly his grip on your hair tightens, yanking your head back sharply, “Tap out if it’s too much.”

You’re barely able to nod your head before being pulled forward and having your lips spread open by his cock. You roll your eyes up to watch him watch you as his hips continue their slow press forward only stopping when his tip is nestled at the back of your throat. He stills for a moment just taking the view in, but it’s not long before you become impatient. You flutter your lashes at him and that turns out to be the perfect thing to set him off.

His hips draw back and snap forward, his hand holding you in place as he starts fucking your mouth. Your fingers curl and hold onto the blankets under you as he uses your mouth. You can’t help but moan around him with the way his cock is perfectly stretching your jaw wide and coating your tongue with the taste of him. Your deep moan has his hips kicking forward even harder, his cock sliding down your throat. Your eyes sting with the pricking of tears as his pace intensifies, your body flushed with need as he takes what he wants from you.

“Fuck, your mouth. It’s so perfect,” he moans, head falling back on his shoulders before rolling to look down at you. “Just look at you taking my cock so well.” His pace slows until with one last deep push he buries his cock deep in your throat, your nose almost touching his pelvis. He keeps you there for a moment, your throat spasming as you choke on the meat of him.

Your seconds from needing to tap out when he pulls you off him, a thick trail of your saliva tethers you together before snapping when he releases his hold on your hair letting you collapse back on the bed. Your throat burns as you suck down air while simultaneously giving in to the urge to cough and clear your throat. Namjoon stands over you watching you patiently. It’s not too long before your body calms and you look up at him, face wet with tears and slick with your spit.

“Okay?”

You give a raspy laugh, “Never better.”

“Who knew you were hiding this side of you? How much more can you take?”

You bite your lip and lift one of your legs to slide your foot up along the hard planes of his abdomen. “I contain multitudes.” You slide your foot down until your toes are lightly ghosting down his length, “All of it.”

A visible tremor runs through you as Namjoon gives you a devious smile and glides his hands down your legs to the lace edges of your lingerie. He balls his fist in the front panel and yanks, ripping them from your body. Your hips are jerked off the bed with the force of it. A deep pulse throbbing within you at the aggression.

You can feel the weight of his gaze between your legs, you watch as he bites his own lip before sliding a finger through your swollen, wet lips. His finger dips in teasing you before he plunges two fingers into you. You arch off the bed with a gasp, your body clasping tight around him.

His fingers quickly work you into a frenzy, a deep heat coiling in your belly that has you yanking on the bedding around you. You're ready for the explosion of pleasure that is about to happen when his fingers yank free of you. Your eyes snap open, “What the fuck?”

He straightens and shrugs, “I don’t think you earned it just yet.”

If looks could kill, daggers would be piercing his chest right now. As is, he just chuckles at your frustration, grabbing you by the hips. He flips you over onto your front, your hips curved right over the edge of the bed. A ringing sound echoes through the room as a sharp sting blooms along your ass. His hand soothingly rubs the sting away before he grips both your hips and tilts you just right.

Your breath shudders from you as you feel his heat glide between your aching lips and teases your tight bundle of nerves. He repeats the motion again and again until you’re a mewling mess in front of him. Tears prick your eyes in frustration, your body desperate for more when the heat of his body leaves you for a brief moment before connecting back with you. His pelvis slams against your ass as he buries his cock inside you.

You don’t even bother to smother the scream that escapes you as he splits you open on his thick cock. You’re writhing on the bed, unsure if you are trying to get away or get closer to him. He waits patiently until you’ve calmed and have relaxed back into the mattress before moving again.

The slow drag of him leaving you pulls moans from both of you, your walls clinging to every inch of him. It’s only the tightening of his grip on you that gives you a warning as he snaps his hips forward again. The pace he sets is brutal as he fucks you into the mattress. Your hands desperately grapple at the bedding needing to hold on as he fucks you into another universe. The skin of your ass burning with the intensity of his thrusts driving you higher and higher.

You cry out as his fist wraps in your hair and yanks you backward, pressing your back to his chest. The tip of his cock hitting you at just the right angle has you clawing at his arms, your eyes rolling back in your head. One hand remains on your hip as he keeps pace, the other sliding to curl around the front of your neck pushing your head back to rest on his shoulder.

The cries you were letting out are swiftly cut off as his hand squeezes down around your throat. Your walls tighten around him as he slowly increases the pressure from just restricting your vocal chords to cutting off your air flow completely. The speed of his thrusts slows as your pussy clamps down tighter on his cock. A few more deep thrusts has your nails biting hard into his arms, leaving deep red crescents. He releases his grip on your throat and the rush of oxygen back into your lungs along with the waves of pleasure crashing through you has you seeing stars.

You’re almost completely out of it as Namjoon rams deep one more time and spills into your depths. You both fall forward onto the bed, Namjoon just manages to catch himself on his left arm so he doesn’t crush you. You’re unsure of how long you remain like that as you come back to earth, but soon he is pulling out of you and disappearing into the bathroom as you lay there eyes closed.

You jolt back to awareness when the warm softness of a cloth strokes between your legs. You squirm as he brushes against your sensitive pussy before settling back down when he tosses the cloth toward the bathroom door and helps you shift to lay fully on the bed. He shuffles in next to you and pulls the duvet over you both.

You curl against him, resting your head on his shoulder as you loosely wrap an arm and a leg around him. You nuzzle at the skin of his bare chest, “Mmm, so how are we going to break this to Teddy?”

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‘BRAVE ONE’- Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok

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Genre: smut

Pairing: friend!Hoseok, friend!Jimin X afab!Reader, idol au

Summary: During a dance practice, you and Hoseok were getting horny, but Jimin wasn’t going to let that happen without him.

Word count: ~1,5k

Warnings/tags: fwb!hoseok, fwb!Jimin, dick penetration, clothed sex, praise, teasing, clit play, oral sex, oral sex + dick penetration, cum eating (f swallows), unprotected sex (don’t in real life), cum in her, rushed sex, idol au, making out, Jimin and Hoseok do not have sex w each other.

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It was night. All day you practised a choreography with Hoseok and Jimin. The choreography was amazing, breathtaking, and so sensual. You had to bend over, act like you were flirting with them, and they had to grind on the floor, on you, and touch your curves a lot. There were moments where you had to be extremely close physically, your pretty face an inch away from theirs. And the worst is, all of that was wanted. This wasn’t a cover, you three created the choreo, so you had no excuses. The story of the choreography was basic, two men fighting for a woman.

And since you planned to post the choreo on BangtanTV, you had to redo the choreo so many times to have the perfect take. There was always something stopping you, a mistake. And this is exactly what just happened.

In the middle of lap dancing on Hoseok, Jimin makes a mistake.

‘Ahhh shit!’

Jimin said in a frustrated tone. This wasn’t the first time he was making that mistake. We had to stop on the lap dancing part so many times already.

‘Again? You’ll never get it right will you?’

Hoseok responded, he sounded like he was getting pissed off.

You were still here, sitting on the edge of his lap, almost on his knees. But in frustration, you get up and sit down more comfortably on his lap. Your private part separated from his by some tissue. Hoseok was wearing grey joggers, and he looked so fine in them. You lean back, putting your back against his strong, speedily moving, chest and noticed he was breathless. ‘We didn’t even dance that hard?’ You thought, trying to guess the reason he’s already lost his endurance. That’s until… you felt something under your shorts poke you. ‘Huh? Is he hard? For what?’ You asked yourself. But you don’t need a reason to tease. Let’s say you two loved to touch each other, there was always a tension and you both knew it. As you feel his hard member poking you through the tissue, and his aggressive breath on your body, you decide to slowly and discreetly move around it. Bending over as if you were exhausted… but you were just trying to get him harder. You’re not gonna lie, his member doesn’t feel so bad, in the contrary, it’s pleasing.

‘Fu-‘

He muttered.

‘All right let’s start again…’

Jimin proposed, so you get up but just when you were about to leave, something stops you. And before you think about it, you get pulled back on Hoseok’s lap, his firm hands holding your hips. You turn around to look at him, but his head is thrown back.

‘Guys c’mon!! Last take I promise.’

The blond guy said.

‘Let’s take a break.’

You proposed, wanting a little alone moment with Hoseok that you guys never truly had yet. Jimin looks at you two and notices your weird behaviour. You weren’t the type of dancer to take breaks, you were always so impatient. That’s when he realized what you two were doing.

‘A break for what? What’s more important?’

He gets closer slowly, intimidatingly.

‘Finishing this work we’ve been working on all day, or fuck?’

The man said, he looked mad but you looked down… he also had something poking his joggers. You think a bit.

‘Fuck. Fucking is more important.’

You boldly said. You didn’t want to lose any time, this wasn’t the only time you and Hoseok had something going on, but y’all never

finished what you started and this was a big opportunity.

‘Fucking is more important?’

He scoffs. He glances at Hoseok, his hands on your hips to your waist, then you. He gets closer to you as you’re at the perfect height to take off his joggers. His Calvin Klein boxers slightly showing.

‘Well then, I hope you didn’t think I’d let Hoseok fuck you all alone right? You better assume what you said and not back up when those two men will fuck you dumb’

Jimin said in a deeper tone. His siren eyes looking through your soul, trying to guess how’d you look without your clothes on.

‘You should be happy y/n. This is a chance.’

Hoseok said as he lifted you up just enough to get his joggers off. Now being in a Calvin Klein underwear exposing his V-line, and a loose t-shirt. He pulled you back on his lap with strength, and started making you move back and forth on it, his hands guiding you.

You hear him curse under his breath. His cock lining perfectly with your cunt and moving on it. You never felt so empty. Jimin puts his hand on your body for the first time, caressing your thighs slowly, and getting closer to your genitals. You couldn’t wait to feel his fingers either on your clit, or your ass. And he decides to go for the clit, slides his hand under your short, and starts touching it over your panties. Slowly making circle movements on it. He knows where it pleases, he knows how to do it well and he knows how to please. He then gets closer once again and gets his lips an inch away from yours, before kissing them passionately.

He takes your head and grabs your hair with his free hand, and aggressively tilts your head to give him a better entrance. His tongue finally licking your top lip as you bite on his bottom ones.

Hoseok making you move faster and he’s lightly thrusting too.

‘Is she wet?’

Hoseok asked, throwing his head back.

‘Fuck yeah she is’

Jimin said pulling out, admiring your swollen lips and wet panties through the hole.

Hoseok smirks and lifts you up before pulling down his CK underwear and lining his dick in front of your cunt.

‘You’re ready baby?’

He asked. You nodded and he didn’t wait a second to thrust in. He sits back down, you around his dick as you automatically start jumping on him. He grabs your hips and gives you more strength. Jimin watches you two impatiently, he can’t handle having his two friends fuck in front of him and him getting nothing. He pulls down his pants and palms himself through his boxers, watching you, then also pulls them down. His tall dick standing on its own right in front of your mouth. He takes the pre-cum on his tip and spreads it on his whole length. He starts masturbating, his hand going up and down his cock as he watches carefully you two to have the same pace as you.

Hoseok moans, and starts thrusting. He brings you close to him in his strong arms and helps you get faster.

‘Fuck y/n… I think I’m close.’

He said, and he’s not the only one. You’re about to cum too. Your ass slapping against his hips, the wet sounds your pussy makes, their moans and watching Jimin masturbate was heavenly. Moreover, Jimin was making the hottest expressions possible. Oh how you’d love to cum all over his pretty innocent face.

‘Excuse me? We’re closing in 5 minutes.’

The owner of the studio said. There was no way any of you were going out of here without cumming. If the studio is closing in 5 minutes, then you need to leave almost immediately. Hoseok doesn’t lose any time and is already on the verge of cumming. He thrusts in deeply and Jimin gets his dick in your mouth. He manages to put it all in while you try not to gag and he thrusts in and out, working at the same pace as Hoseok. Hoseok’s the first one to release. A heavenly sound coming out of his mouth as he releases his semen in you. At first, he doesn’t pull out, his priority is that you cum, so he gets his fingers to your swollen, wet clit and rubs it fast. And just when you open your mouth to cry out the pleasure, Jimin shuts you up with his cock and comes right in your throat, holding your hair tighter and tighter as he finally gets down from his high. Then suddenly your body starts shaking and an amazing feeling goes up your spine, and before you can think about it, you cum all over Hoseok’s hand and dick, pushing out his cum with yours and swallowing Jimin’s semen.

‘We’re closing!’

The man repeated outside the door.

‘We’re coming!’

Jimin yelled.

‘Good job hun, didn’t know you could actually take the both of us.’

Jimin scoffs. You smile lazily then get off Hoseok’s dick and get up.

‘You’re a brave one, aren’t you?’

Hoseok said, praising you while they were both putting back on their clothes. And to end it all, since you had trouble walking, Hoseok carried you to the car and Jimin carried your bags.

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pjmbrat · 1 year

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taste of you p.jm

warnings: f reader, fluff, comfort, smut, kissing!!, fingering, oral (f receiving), soft dom! jimin, praise, pet names r used, + wrote this kinda quick so i’m sorry for any mistakes!!

You kept trying and trying to get the move right, but you just couldn’t focus. Jimin had offered to stay at the studio after hours to help you, and you still couldn’t get it. Embarrassingly, you spun around again, frowning as you landed the jump, not on your feet, but on your ass instead. “I’m sorry.. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong..” you sighed out as tears welled up in your eyes, looking up at Jimin who was now making his way towards you.

He crouched down next to you, tilting his head to the side before giving you that pretty smile that would make anyone head over heels for him, “It’s okay, sweetheart, don’t cry. That’s what I’m here for, right?” he said, his sweet voice echoing through the empty studio. You couldn’t help but smile back, sitting up to give him a quick peck on his cherry chapstick lips.

“You’re so good to me, Jiminie.” you sniffled, wrapping your arms around him as you crawled into his lap. He kissed you back, placing his ring-clad hand on the side of your face, wiping away a few tears from your cheek with his thumb. “You deserve it, angel.” he said, holding you tight as he placed a small kiss under your eye. You hummed happily against him, enjoying the moment of peace you’re sharing together in the studio. He ran his fingers through your hair, letting his chin rest on top of your head. You wondered how you ever found such a sweet boy, you wondered how you ever deserved someone like him. Little did you know he was thinking the same things about you. He wondered if you knew how much he truly loves and adores every little thing you do, and how much it broke him to see you cry. He just wanted to make you feel happy all the time.

He looked down at you, placing his finger under your chin to make you look up at him, “Let me make you feel better.” he whispered. Your heart fluttered at his request, licking your lips as you stared eagerly into his alluring brown eyes. “Yes, please.” you said timidly. He brought you in for another kiss, letting his tongue swipe against your bottom lip as if to ask permission to let him inside. You mewled, feeling his tongue slip into your mouth, your own moving along with his in harmony. He spread your legs with his knee, bringing his hands down to your hips, “Grind on my thigh, baby.” he said breathlessly. You moaned into his mouth, rubbing your throbbing heat against his toned thigh, whining at the contact. “That’s it, baby, that’s it.” he groaned, letting his hands explore your torso. You bit your lip as you dragged your wet cunt back and forth across him, “Feels so good..” you managed to moan out. “Yeah? Feels good, pretty?” Jimin said in awe, watching as your body rocked across his thigh.

He bounced his thigh, licking his lips with a tilted head. You let out a gasp, moving faster against him as you felt yourself reaching your high, “Just like that, please..” you whimpered, your eyes glossy with lust. Jimin continued his movements, pulling you in for another searing kiss. You swore his lips were like an aphrodisiac, and the effects were kicking in immediately. You sobbed out, letting yourself go all over his thigh as he sucked on your tongue. He let you ride out your high, squeezing each side of your waist with his hands. “That feel good, baby?” he asked once you came back down. You could only nod in response as he maneuvered himself on top of you, laying between your legs with his head in between your thighs. “Can I taste you?” he asked, looking up at you. “Fuck, yes.” you said needily.

He pushed your dress up, leaving a few open mouthed kisses trailing down your stomach to your inner thigh. He licked a stripe up your clothed cunt, making you shudder. You tried to grind against his mouth, but he quickly stopped you, holding your legs apart with his strong arms. “Not yet, doll.” he whispered, placing a kiss over your clit. He finally slid your panties down, your wetness clinging to the fabric. Jimin wasted no time diving in, lapping at your clit as he moaned at the taste. “Oh, Jimin! please, feels so good.” you cried out in esctacy as his pretty, plump lips sucked on the bundle of nerves.

He continued sucking on your clit like a man starved, bringing two fingers to your pulsing hole. Jimin pushed them in slowly, curling them deep inside of you. “Right there!” you whined, grinding into his fingers. He was so good at pleasing you, so good at finding the places that made you so needy for him. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot each time. “Cum in my mouth baby, wanna drink up every bit of you.” he moaned, sending vibrations through your body as you felt your orgasm wrecking you for the second time. You screamed his name, cumming all over his fingers and his lips. He sucked all of your juices off of his fingers, drinking up everything else that spilled out of you. He placed a kiss on your clit before pulling away.

“You taste so fucking good.”

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hopepoint · 8 months

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had polytan thoughts on my drive home but what if the boys are all together, maybe staying in a hotel for some kind of promotion.

yg's room next to sj's because the younger wanted to be a little closer to his hyung (even though they live less than 10 min away from eo)

and vmin naturally find each other's rooms, but when th gets there jk is already in jm's room so they enjoy their time together until they all itch to bug their eldest hyung sj, so of course they tumble into his room grinning and bubbly with excitement-

except, yg beat them there, sitting right next to the bed in an armchair that is a little too small for his body to be curled into it along with his laptop balancing on the armrest. th ends up curled at the base of the chair, his hair tickling yg's legs but he doesn't care

because it's been too long since this many of them were in one place. yg types something up as th hums underneath him and eventually, he lowers his legs so th can wrap himself closer.

when they got there jm and jk settled on the bed, im now scrolls at the foot of the bed while jk watches sj play a video game on his laptop, both of them crunched against the headboard. Yet, they both manage to tangle their legs with jm's in an odd jumble of limbs.

and sj can't even falsify annoyance when jk knocks his knee against his be it means he is actually there, it means there aren't kilometers of space and a phone screen separating them from eo. he is really there, hugging his waist and shoving his short-haired head into his neck.

eventually, th makes it to the bed flopping on jm who wiggled his way between sj and jk's legs. the two sleepily groan from th's impact but jm's laugh drowns them out. he tells them hs went to his room and is now texting him asking if he is still awake.

because hs knows jm has him on emergency bypass, all of them do. of course they do. so jm's phone continues to chirp w/ea of hs's texts until jm tells him sj's room number. because of course hs looked for him, worried he fell asleep without brushing his teeth after an exhuasting plane ride.

and when hs gets there he finds nj nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot t in front of sj's door. he is so lost in thought when hs wraps his arm around his much wider waist he jumps. his already red ears burn more and he asks if they are still awake.

be of course even if nj wanted to go in he would rather walk away from a room full of comfort than bother them by waking them all up after an exhausting day.

he puts them first always. and hs knows when to push, so he squeezes the taut muscle of ni's side and knocks on the door. and when it opens he pushes nj inside, pushes him toward the five people who look to him for comfort like he does them.

hs makes a beeline for m and th, flopping onto their tangled bodies which naturally make room for him like a lost piece of their puzzle. but still nj lingers at the foot of the bed, hand clutching the comforter watching the five in bed slowly melt closer together.

then a hand in his, if he could call it that, it's the tips of yg's fingers tracing his calloused palm and then wrapping around his wrist. his touch light and soft, giving him ample opportunity to untangle himself from his grasp. but of course he doesn't, of course he follows.

he follows him to the other end of the room and they grab the couch pressed against the wall, slowly and sleepily they maneuver it to jk and sj's side of the bed.

nj motions for yg to take the side closest to the bed, closest to everyone else, but y coxes him onto that side with that same soft grasp. groggily sj groans about jk rolling over to spoon ni, but the eldest still tucks himself behind the younger in a warm embrace.

yg tucks his head under nj’s chin resting his cheek against his chest, and nj feels him relax against him. slowly, after he is sure everyone has fallen asleep, soft shores filling the room, nj falls asleep. all of them tucked away in a room full of their greatest comforts.

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crystalsnow95z · 2 months

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Request:

Kk, I know it's rlly weird and specific, but I had this idea

1 of the members cooked a meal for Hobi cuz hes been too busy working on a song and hasn't been leaving his studio much to eat, and he gets food poisoning from it, but he down plays it until he gets back home trying to shower and gets so sick one of the older members need to help him wash up. I rlly love your stories w/the gentle washings ♥︎

I put my Playlist on shuffle and the first voice I heard would be who cooked for him. The first song to pop up was like crazy, making Jimin our cook.

Tw: emeto

Hoseok listens to the chorus for the sixteenth time after tweaking it once more, still feeling unsatisfied with it. There's something missing, but I don't know what.. maybe I need more adlibs? Or drums? I don't know..

Hoseok sighs, throwing his headset onto the desk and leaning back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. "This is so annoying..why can't I get it right? I wanted a demo by the end of the week.. I'll be too busy.."

Hoseok's stomach gurgles uncomfortably, reminding him that he hasn't eaten since breakfast. He picks up his phone, seeing three missed calls from Jimin. Aish, I was supposed to meet up with him a while ago..

Hoseok checks his messages, seeing two texts from Jimin.

Are you still in your studio?

Have you been in there since after our recording session Hyung?

Hoseok quickly replies to his messages, hoping Jimin isn't upset at him for forgetting about him.

I'm so sorry Jiminah, I completely lost track of time. If you still want to practice I'm still in my studio.

Jimin is relieved when he hears his phone go off seeing the notification of Hoseok messaging him back. He's overworking himself.. he got up early to work before practice and went right to the studio after we recorded the rough draft of the b side tracks..

Stay there, I'll meet up with you in the studio. I made us dinner since I figured you'd forget. Are you hungry?

Hoseok only takes a minute to reply back to him, making Jimin smile.

I'm starving. I only had rice and coffee today.. You're an angel. I love you.

Jimin gathers up the containers of food he prepared and puts them in his backpack, calling Hoseok to keep him company on his walk to the company building.

"Jimin." Hoseok uses a deep voice when he answers smiling when he hears Jimin hold back a giggle.

"J-hope.." Jimin mimicks him, pulling his hat farther over his face when he leaves the studio. "How are you? Is the song going well?"

"I'm so frustrated. I just can't seem to get this song right. I know what I want in my head, but I can't seem to replicate it.. I don't know if I can make it work.." Hoseok shares his concerns with the younger member.

"Maybe you need to take a break from it, hyung. It's not like you have a time limit or anything. You're gonna spread yourself too thin with the new group album dropping next month."

The two stay on the phone until Jimin reaches Hoseok's studio, the older member greeting him with a hug. "I'm sorry i didn't meet up earlier."

"I told you Hyungie, it's no big deal. I'm not worried about it, I'm only worried about you working so hard that you aren't eating properly." Jimin scolds him when he hears Hoseok's stomach growling.

"I know, I know.. I'm sorry. I totally lost track of time. Thanks again for making food.." Hoseok watches eagerly as Jimin pulls out containers from his bag.

"Do you want me to go warm it up for you hyung?" Jimin asks, but Hoseok was already picking up a container. "Guess not.." Jimin giggles, watching Hoseok eat his home-cooked meal. "Is it good?"

"Yeah, the meat is super juicy and the sauce is so good..i love it." Hoseok takes another bite. "After we eat I'll help you master the choreography. Okay?"

"Don't rush hyung. Enjoy your meal. We can always change it to tomorrow. I just wanted to be sure you ate. Hobi-hyung you're making a mess.." Jimin smiles fondly, getting a tissue to wipe some sauce from Hoseok's chin. I would've made more if I realized how hungry he'd be.. I'll just eat some rice and let him have the rest..

"No Jimin-ah, you need to land on your right leg. Like this." Hoseok demonstrates the part that Jimin messed up, his stomach sloshing from the quick spin biting his lip.

"Ah, I get it.. okay, okay.. let me try it one more time." Jimin restarts the song, quickly moving into position. Hoseok doesn't join in for this round, opting to watch while sitting against the mirror, wrapping his arm around his aching middle.

Why do I feel so sick? I was fine earlier.. just a little tired..was the chicken too greasy? Did I eat too much?

Hoseok quietly burps to try to ease the pressure in his stomach, but it only made him feel worse, a sour taste filling his mouth. He tries to stand to get water, but moving only made the nausea worse. Please..I don't want to throw up..

"Hyung i think I did it.. perfect this time!" Jimin pants, going to the camera to turn it off when he noticed Hoseok didn't do it. "Hyung?"

Hoseok turns his head to look in the direction Jimin's voice came from. "I'm sorry Jiminie, I spaced out for the last bit..I'm sure you did great."

"Are you okay Hyung?" Jimin takes a seat next to Hoseok, rubbing his shoulders. "You look pale.."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just tired, and I think I ate too much.. my stomach hurts.. I shouldn't have binged like that.. dancing after eating probably didn't help." Hoseok rubs his hand across his bloated belly, ignoring the nausea that bubbled up inside it. "Show me the practice video."

"You aren't feeling well?" Jimin frowns, forgetting all about the choreography. He places his hand on Hoseok's forhead, then his own relieved when he doesn't feel any difference."When did you start feeling sick?"

"Um.. When we were practicing the chorus.. the jerking movement before the jump..The movement made my stomach flip.. I think it's because I'm actually full, and I usually practice on a mostly empty stomach. It's no big deal."

"That was an hour ago Hyung. You should've told me.. we can always practice later if you aren't feeling well..you don't have to force yourself." Jimin scolds him softly, guilt making his own stomach flutter uncomfortably. I should've noticed something was wrong..I could've had him home resting by now..

"It's not a problem, Jimin-Ah. It wasn't a big deal. I'm fine I just need to sleep it off." Hoseok reassures Jimin, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets to be able to rest his palms on his stomach without Jimin noticing.

"I'll call us a cab.." Jimin gets himself some water while he waits for the company to answer, offering it to Hoseok after taking a drink.

Hoseok's stomach churned at the thought of adding anything else inside of it, pushing the bottle away with a little head shake. "I'm good..I just want to get some fresh air.."

"Sure Hyung. We can wait outside.." Jimin gently leads Hoseok outside, letting Hoseok lean against him while they walk. "You should shower and get to bed as soon as you get home.."

"Yeah... I will..don't worry.. I'm feeling a bit better now.." Hoseok lies, trying to get Jimin to relax. I hope i don't throw up in the taxi..

Hoseok sits in the shower, letting the water cascade down his back. He finished washing ten minutes ago, but his stomach refused to settle. I hate throwing up, but I can't keep fighting it..

Hoseok gets to his feet, using the wall to balance himself, the nausea hitting him like a freight train. The chicken Jimin prepared for him comes up all at once, spraying out of him, hitting the shower tiles. Sh*t...

Hoseok feels his stomach clenching again, another mouthful of sick coming up. 'Hyung.." he whimpers, falling to his knees when they buckle underneath them, tears stinging the corners of his eyes when he feels his stomach lurching again, the thick bile splashing around him. "Hyung!" Hoseok calls desperately as he tries to rise to his feet again, wanting to escape the smell that only made him feel worse. Hoseok forces himself to his feet and leaves the shower, kneeling on the ground in front of the toliet, gagging up another thick mouthful of sick.

"Hobi? Are you calling.. Aiggo.. Hoba.." Jin turns off the shower and gets a towel, draping it over the shivering rapper. "It's okay baby, hyung will take care of you.. I'm going to dry you off okay?"

Hoseok gripped the toliet seat, his body trembling with effort to keep sitting upright. "Hyung.." he whines as stomach pushes up another thick mouthful into the toliet. "It hurts.."

"It's okay, it's okay.. hyung is here now, just relax and let it happen, you'll only feel worse if you try to fight it baby.." Jin gently wipes the towel across Hoseok's body to dry him.

"I want it to stoo-urp..." Hoseok whines as he burps up another mouthful of sick, reaching for Jin's hand.

Jin rubs his thumb across his knuckles. "Hoba.. your hair is still coated with soap.. we'll have to rinse it.."

"I just want.." Hoseok's words are stopped by another heave, only foamy saliva coming up.

"I know, I know.. it'll be over soon, and then we'll get you cleaned, dressed and in bed. Okay?" Jin gently scratches Hoseok's spine, feeling the tension in his muscles as another heave comes.

"Is that Hoseok-hyung?" Jimin asks when he hears the sound, his stomach dropping when he sees he was correct.

"Jimin-ah get him some pajamas so we can get him dressed and in bed when he's settled down please?" Jin quickly sends the younger member away, knowing Hoseok wouldn't want Jimin seeing him like this.

"Yes hyung.." Jimin hesitates to move, eyes glued on the trembling rapper. Hoseok's face was completely hidden by the toliet bowl, Jin's hand on his chest holding him up.

"Jimin go." Jin uses a stern tone to get the younger moving. "And bring a water bottle too."

Jimin doesn't make Jin ask a third time, quickly going into the kitchen to get a water bottle.

"Is that Hoba in the bathroom?" Yoongi asks, making Jimin jump.

"Aiish! Hyung don't sneak up on me like that!" Jimin, close the fridge, sighing."It is.. Hobi-hyung said he wasn't feeling well earlier because he ate too much, but maybe it was the food i made.."

"He hasn't been eating much lately trying to prep for the new album.. he probably just overdid it. You're a pretty good cook Jimin-ah." Yoongi comforts Jimin, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You should bring the water to Hoba.. it sounds like he's settled down.."

"I..I'm done.." Hoseok whispers, falling backwards into Jin's chest, panting heavily. His muscles burned with each breath,overworked from the ordeal. "I'm...sorry..i..I.."

"Shh..Shh Hobi.. don't apologize to me.. just focus on catching your breath okay?" Jin speaks softly, wiping some soap from his forehead before it could drip into his eyes, careful to not make Hoseok have to move. I need to wash him.. hopefully he can stay up long enough..

"But..you're..s..s..soaked.." Hoseok says through chattering teeth, pulling the towel Jin draped over him closed for warmth.

"I don't care. It's just water." Jin hugs his shivering dongsaeng close to his chest. "Just take deep breaths..relax Hoseok-ah..it's okay.."

"I got a pair of pajamas and water hyung." Jimin enters the bathroom, the tightness in his chest loosening when he sees Hoseok stopped."Here Hobi-hyung.. take a bit of water, wash your mouth out." Jimin holds the water by his lips, letting him get a mouthful to swish around, the sickly member spitting it into the toliet. "Do you need any more help?"

"You can try to clean the shower up for Hobi. If you can't do it, it's no big deal. I'll get it after Hoseok catches his breath." Jin didn't want to let Hoseok go, and Jimin knew it.

I can't be squeamish now..hyung needs me..it's not a big deal..

"No, no I can do it." Jimin takes a deep breath, holding his breath as he opens the shower door, gagging at the sight, an acid tang filling his throat. He closes his eyes turning on the shower to try to wash as much as possible down the drain. "I'm okay."

"I'm sorry Jiminie.." Hoseok's voice comes out as a raspy whisper.

"No hyung, it's not your fault.." Jimin rejected his apology, speaking in a soft tone. It's mine..

"Finished.." Jimin says removing his gloves and throwing them in the trash, tying up the bag. His stomach fluttered uncomfortably, feeling nauseous from the smell that still filled his nostrils despite the fact he cleaned all the traces of sick.

"Thanks Jimin-ah.." Jin gently pokes Hoseok's cheek, the sickly member dosing off while waiting. "Baby I need you to move for me."

Hoseok sleepily blinks groaning when he tries sitting up. "I'm cold and it hurts to move..."Hoseok whimpers, feeling his muscles burning. "Hyung.."

"I know.. I know.. just bear with me a little longer, and you can sleep.. Jimin-ah, could you do one more thing? At the end of my bed, there's a heated blanket. Could you get it and plug it in for Hobi?" Jin asks softly, helping Hoseok move to the shower floor, removing the shower head.

"Of course. I'll get it." Jimin leaves, relieved to be given another task, taking the trash with him.

"I'm going to turn on the water okay?" Jin warns, not wanting to frighten his dongsaeng with the sound of the water. He checks the temperature before covering Hoseok's eyes, gently removing the soap from his body. "You're doing good Hoba.. just keep your eyes closed okay?"

Jin washes all the soap from his hair, then gets a bit of soap to wash the sweat that covered Hoseok, moving his hand across Hoseok in small circles. "Don't fall asleep.."

Hoseok tries to take shallow breaths to try to prevent further agitating his sore muscles. I don't think i could right now...

"Now one more rinse.." Jin sprays the water over his body once more before turning it off, removing his wet shirt before going to help Hoseok out of the shower.

The warm water felt nice on his chilled skin, but as soon as Jin turned it off the trembling started up once more. "C-Cold.." He whispers, hugging onto Jin.

"I know baby.. I'll get you a heat pack after we get you settled in bed.." Jin brushes Hoseoks hair away from his face, getting the towel to dry Hoseok as quickly as possible. "We're almost done baby.."

Hoseok nods, letting Jin dry his hair.

"Do you think you can sit up so I can get a shirt on you Hoba?"

"Yeah, yeah..I got it.." Hoseok slowly moves off of Jins chest, leaning against the shower door while Jin unfolds the button up, leading Hoseok's arms into the holes. "I'm sorry I'm being a burden.." he whispers while Jin works the buttons into their proper holes.

"Don't say such nonsense. You're not being a burden. You just need a little help, that's all." Jin sits Hoseok on the toliet, drying his legs."Let's finish getting you dried and dressed. I'll lay with you until you fall asleep."

Hoseok thought it was over after the one time, but he was wrong. Beads of cold sweat covered his body as his stomach cramps up, leaving his head swirling when he tries to sit up, wrapping his arm around his bloated middle as a wet burp comes, leaving a nasty film coating his mouth.

"J-jimin-ah.." Hoseok tries to call for his roommate, but his voice comes out as a small whimper. He knew if be tried to stand whatever was left in his stomach would come back up. "Jiminie.." he tries louder, the urgency in his voice waking up Jimin.

"Hyung..whats wrong?" Jimin's voice comes out as a raspy whisper, turning to his side to face Hoseok's bed.

Hoseok tries to speak, but he feels the bile pushing its way up his throat, his stomach releasing a high-pitched gurgle. "Nm..." he presses his palm over his mouth as another burp comes whimpering when he swallows down the sick that filled his cheeks. "Sick..Jimin-ah.."

Jimin instantly gets up when he hears the desperation in Hoseok's voice, blindly feeling for the trashcan in the dark, crawling onto Hoseok's bed when he finds it placing it in front of Hoseok just in time for him to heave into it.

Jimin runs his hands through Hoseok's hair, pulling it back so Hoseok wouldn't have to suffer through another shower. "It's okay, it's okay.. I'm here.. " he tries to say soothing things, his heart sinking when he hears the soft whimper followed by the splash of sick onto the plastic bag inside the bin.

He continued to dry heave despite the fact earlier he emptied everything he had in his stomach, nothing coming up but strings of foamy saliva.

Jimin goes behind Hoseok, letting him use him as support until his stomach settled down once more. "Are you done Hoba?"

"Mhm.." Hoseok hums deeply, clearing his throat. "I'm okay now.."

"Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want the heated blanket on? You want some water? Or-"

"I want to stay like this for now.." Hoseok whispers, turning on his side. He could hear Jimin's racing heart and feel his unsteady breathing on his forehead as he tried to calm down too. Being here with me is enough..

"I'll stay here all night if that's what you want.." jimin uses his sleeve to wipe the sweat from Hoseoks forehead. "But you have to let me lay down too okay?"

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sugalaritae · 2 years

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anything for you - jhs x pjm

pairing: Jung Hoseok x Park Jimin summary: Hoseok has worked so hard for the performance, now it's over and he's said goodnight to everyone but Jimin knows it's not that simple. genre: idol!au, fluff, a bit of angst, mostly Hobi is exhausted & Jimin is kind rating: PG (the rest of my fics are 18+) word count: 1.5k warnings: Hoseok's performance adrenaline is dipping and he's feeling emotional. exhaustion. mentions of pushing his body a little too far. Jimin is Hoseok's weight to pull him back down to earth. notes: i was feeling a certain way after last night's performance and live. i never write idol aus but here we are and i hope you enjoy it. i wanted to write a little bit of these two having a sweet moment. this moment is meant to be platonic because i want to write male friendships as sweet and romantic because they can be just as all friendships can be. this is un-beta'd. also, please let me know if i use honorifics incorrectly, no amount of research can actually beat speaking and knowing the language or being Korean.

The adrenaline is starting to wear off.

He has food in him and the shower felt great for the first few minutes but now that he’s out of it, now that he has a towel wrapped around his waist and his wet hair is sticking to the back of his neck in a similar way that it was only a few minutes before he stepped into the shower acts as a reminder that he’s washed away the sweat that was tied so intrinsically to the performance.

He’s starting to crash.

That’s the tricky thing about preparing for an hour-long concert for months and having only one shot at it. He’s used to having multiple days, multiple stages, and different audiences every night. His body wants to keep going, wants to keep preparing for the next one, to crash into the other members; except there is no next performance and crashing into all the other members will have to wait until he’s back in Korea.

He’s not sad. No, he’s thrilled. Proud of himself. The doubt that had resided in his body and mind for the last several months has dissipated. He’s proven to himself that he can do this. That people love him for who he is and what he does. They love his music. The crowd sang his lyrics, even the new songs.

He couldn’t be happier.

The problem is that with months of practice all leading up to one singular performance all those emotions that were present for every practice, every late night filled with worries and doubts, have met the emotions that came with being on that stage and now they don’t know where to go. Instead, they reside in his chest and brain; and with each passing beat of his heart every single emotion (and oh he has a lot of them) have begun to fill each finger and toe, have settled in his ankles and calves. His left arm feels heavier than his right, and his hands feel like they want to shake. He’s experienced all of this before but normally it’s because they’ve all gone through months of performances and it comes with a wash of relief.

Hoseok glances into the fogged up mirror and nods to the other Hoseok looking back at him through the foggy glass. He takes a moment and a small smile quirks in the corner of the reflection, he doesn’t feel it happen on his own body even though it is the one that has smiled, the dozens of muscles taking the opportunity to remind him that they are there for him. He turns his back and turns on the fan as he exits the room and into the hotel suite.

He needs sleep but he’s too awake. His hand has begun to let out the dormant shake except it goes unnoticed by him. He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out a clean pair of underwear and shorts.

He pulls the towel off and folds it in half (the long way) and gently places it over the back of a chair that is sitting near his suitcase. He takes a moment and looks down at his body. He’s always thankful for what his body does for him. How it moves and creates movement. He knows that his brain is in charge of everything, scientifically he knows that, but sometimes it feels as if each muscle group is working together to create something for him. A little gift for doing such a good job. He knows that sometimes he can be cruel to his body, pushing it further than it wants to go, but it never abandons him. It is always there for him every time he falls into bed and every time he wakes up.

He runs a hand down his chest and down his stomach. He can feel the changes he’s been feeling for the last few weeks under his palm. Each muscle is still tight from the performance but it’s slowly starting to loosen up and he knows by morning he will be more relaxed than when he fell asleep and it will continue that way for the next several days.

He dresses. The snap of the elastic on the shorts hitting his waist just as a knock hits the door.

He has missed the text from Jimin asking if he could come over so he thinks that it might be his manager asking if he needs anything before he goes to bed. He walks over to the door and peaks out the peephole to see Jimin. His heart thumps loudly in his chest and echoes throughout his tears as he opens the door. He doesn’t think Jimin will ever be able to understand how much his presence means to him, even though he’s told him several times, words are never enough to convey exactly how you’re feeling.

“Hyung, I thought you might —” Jimin starts only to be cut off as Hoseok pulls him into the room and wraps him in his arms.

Hoseok closes his eyes as he leans his weight into his friend, not noticing that Jimin has pushed the door closed. They have barely gone an hour without seeing each other and yet it’s started to feel too long for Hoseok.

It’s like Jimin knew.

He did know. Jimin always knows.

Jimin knows when to show up and when his friends need him. He’s there in text, in phone calls, and in person whenever anyone needs him. Hoseok tries to reciprocate but doubts that he ever will do enough. He knows deep down that the members feel the same way about him but doubt is easy to give into sometimes and he’s trying his hardest to beat it. Some days are easier than others.

Jimin makes him feel like it’s actually possible to beat any doubt that he has. All of the members have that ability in their own ways. Right now, at this moment, his entire being is crying out for Jimin’s ability.

“You did so well,” Jimin whispers against Hoseok’s neck.

Hoseok can feel the tickle of exhausted and happy tears against his eyelid.

There is a long moment between the two as Jimin holds Hoseok up before finally Hoseok begins to let go and the exhaustion fully sets in.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Jimin says as he pulls back and looks at Hoseok.

And for the first time since he saw Jimin at his door, he really looks at his friend. Jimin has also showered and has changed out of the clothes that he wore to the concert. His hair is a little damp but it’s obvious that he used a hair dryer because his hair has that little extra bounce that it always has when it’s freshly dried.

Hoseok nods and steps away from Jimin and walks to his bed. He pulls back the sheets and crawls in. The fresh cotton sheets feel great against his bare skin and he rubs his feet together as he settles into the pillow, pulling the duvet up to his shoulders.

“Will you —” Hoseok begins to ask and Jimin nods, not needing Hoseok to ask him to stay. He walks through the room and picks up the towel and brings it into the bathroom (he knows that Hoseok will hate that it dried folded like that), and reappearing after only a second and begins to turn off all the lights. Hoseok watches through closing lids Jimin picking up Hoseok’s phone and looking for the cord before he sees it on the bedside table closest to Hoseok’s pillow and plugs it in.

He doesn’t ask for Hoseok to move over but instead walks around the bed, shutting off the last light switch on his way, taking a moment for his eyes to adjust to the new darkness before he crawls into bed beside his Hyung.

“I’m exhausted,” Hoseok whispers.

“I know, Hyung.”

Hoseok takes a deep breath and opens his eyes to see Jimin laying on his side and watching him. He smiles and moves closer.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Of course.”

“They all watched,” Hoseok mumbles, sleep slowly starting to coat each word. “They texted me.”

“Of course they did. Yoongi-hyung even posted it on instagram,” Jimin whispers followed by a little laugh.

“You checked instagram?”

Jimin laughs again and shakes his head just a little against the pillow, “Army posted it on weverse.”

Hoseok’s face breaks into a smile and he laughs as his eyes flutter shut.

“We’re all so proud of you.”

The smile stays on Hoseok’s face.

“You were amazing, Hyung,” Jimin says as he slips his fingers against Hoseok’s forehead and pushes his wet hair back.

“I’m proud of myself.”

This makes Jimin smile wide.

“You should be. You worked so hard and you were so fucking cool and…” he trails off trying to think of another adjective to describe the performance. “Amazing.”

Hoseok’s smile has faded a little but it reappears for a moment and then his face falls into sleep.

“I’m exhausted,” he repeats.

“I know. Go to sleep, hyung,” he whispers as his fingers trail behind Hoseok’s ear as he slowly starts to pick up a pattern of soft strokes through his Hyung’s hair, just as he knows Hoseok likes.

“Love you,” Jimin thinks is what Hoseok has mumbled and he chuckles softly.

“Love you too,” he responds and watches in the dark as Hoseok’s body finally relaxes into sleep.

#jung hoseok fanfic #jung hoseok fic #park jimin fic #park jimin fanfic #jung hoseok x park jimin #jihope #btscarnivalnet #btswritersclub #btsgoldnet #btshoneyhive #btswritingcafe #*harrow writes

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Just Fucking Write - Day 48

Prompt: Birthday Boy(s)

A/N: Because 3 of them share a birthday, this is a 2 day event (it’s the 18th in Korea). Because Hobi was my very first bias & JiHope was my very first ship here’s college boyfies on Hobi’s birthday. I feel bad edging y’all, but writing smut is shockingly difficult & I just didn’t have it in me for this entry 😞

Hobi jumped when he turned the light on and was ambushed by his boyfriend.

“Happy birthday,” Jimin wrapped himself around Hobi.

“I think you just took off a few years,” Hobi laughed.

“Drama queen,” Jimin kissed him and Hobi put him down.

“So I assumed you have something big planned?” Hobi asked.

“Not really. I wanted to let you pick,” Jimin replied.

“Park Jimin not planning something down to the second for his boyfriend’s birthday? Have you been body swapped?” Hobi teased.

“Nope, just know that I’m wearing lingerie under this,” he gestured to his tee and jeans. Hobi choked on his own spit.

“You what?” he coughed.

“I remembered you mentioning that you wanted to see me in something pretty once so I thought I’d give this a try,” Jimin grinned, clearly proud of himself.

“Bedroom. Now,” Hobi hauled the smaller boy back up. Jimin laughed as Hobi carried him down the hall.

#just fucking write 2k24 #bts fanfic #jihope #Hoseok x Jimin

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#jihopeau

//: 🔭 Про юность, красные конверсы и звезды, что не видны в этом грязном городе.

— Хочешь, покажу тебе звезды? — отбрасывает пустой баллончик с краской в сторону и немного пугливо смотрит по сторонам, проверяя не заметили ли их хулиганство копы, — все чисто.

— Заинтриговал, — Хосок фотографирует готовый граффити, с наслаждением отмеч��я его красоту, и опускается на корточки поправляя свои любимые конверсы, что уже все потрепанные, но с ними он не расстанется — слишком много дорогих сердцу воспоминаний в себе носят.

— Ах, вы, опять шкодничаете! — мужчина останавливается напротив них и смотрит долго, укоризненно. Сейчас он опять вызовет полицию, те приедут и затащат в обезьянник, откуда выйти можно только с родителями. Вот только родители что Хосока, что Чимина не приедут — они отреклись от собственных детей после каминг-аута, так и не сумевши смириться с их ориентацией и желанием просто любить в противовес «правилам» общества (кто вообще придумал эти глупые правила, а главное, зачем? Настоящая жизнь все равно им не подчиняется, она поступает, так, как видит и создает каждого человека, словно статую — так же уникально и чудесно, пусть и со своими особенностями, что позже другие начнут порицать, делая из них изъяны. Хотя какие изъяны, если так и было задумано?) И плевать, что их любовь чистая и искренняя, пусть и немного наивная в силу подросткового возраста с его максимализмом, но она есть, и она безумно важна.

— Бежим! — Чимин дергает задумавшегося Хосока за рукав и резко срывается с места, оставляя по себе лишь баллончики из-под краски и граффити, что будет призрачно напоминать этому миру о их существовании — временно, ибо дожди и люди уничтожат рисунок на стене заброшки, и все, для мира они перестанут существовать навсегда.

Но последнее воспоминание будет обязательно ярким.

Они бегут со всех ног, цепляются за камешки и прочий мелкий мусор, чувствуют как горят мышцы, но бегут и смеются во весь голос, не могут сдержать счастья, что сейчас ощущается слишком пьяняще: вот она свобода. Оказывается, истинная свобода это про свежий воздух, про хосоковские красные конверсы, что напоминают о пройденном пути, когда приходилось и падать и терять, разбиваясь, и, конечно же, бежать — сначала, чтобы забыться, спрятаться от себя самого, устроить гонки со своей болью и бесконечными проблемами; потом, дабы найти спокойствие, встретиться с судьбой, твердо смотря в глаза и принять ее с честью, а после все также бежать дальше.

Вся жизнь и есть бесконечный бег.

— Не думал, что свобода это так прекрасно, — шепчет, отдышавшись. Чимин привел их в какой-то промежуток между домами, которые в этом городе тесно тулятся друг к другу серым безразличием и скрывают священное — небо.

В этом городе постоянно темно.

— Мне всегда говорили, что свобода — это иметь много денег, путешествовать по миру и покупать брендовые вещи, но, оказывается, свобода это просто жить, дышать без давления и делать то, что приносит счастье, — у Чимина горят глаза, а на пухлых губах такая прекрасна улыбка, что отражает глубину и искренность сказанного. Выкрашенные в рыжий жесткие пряди ласкает весенний, прохладный ветер, что пробирается под кожанку, но абсолютно никак не раздражает — самый прекрасный момент жизни испортить невозможно: он бывает лишь однажды и остается слишком ярким в памяти, затмевает все вокруг и проноситься сквозь недолгую жизнь, согревая душу в отвратительные вечера, когда даже существовать не хочется.

— Ты и есть мое счастье, — Хосок подходит ближе, абсолютно ничего не боясь, и крепко обнимает своего парня, наваливается на него и прижимает к грязной стене, целуя. Но не требовательно, со страстью, а нежно, будто душу передавая, будто от соприкосновения их губ зависит судьба галактик.

— Фу, как слащаво, — улыбается куда-то в чужую ключицу, так и не желая разорвать прикосновения. Открытые участки кожи горят от учащенного дыхания Хосока и, кажется, Чимин теряется в эйфории от любви.

Так и умереть не жалко — с последним едва слышным аккордом прекрасности.

Иногда, лучше закончить все когда счастлив: тогда дальше не будет никакой боли, что является неотменный частью, тогда запомнишь лишь улыбку на лице любимого человека.

— Но признай: тебе приятно это слышать, — хмыкает, переплетая их пальцы. Смотрит на такой красивый профиль Чимина и тянется ближе, покрывая поцелуями линию челюсти, опускается к шее и едва ощутимо прикасается к коже губами.

— Хосок! Щекотно, — смеется своим маняще-высоким голосом и смущенно отстраняется.

— А что на счет з��езд? — Хосок смотрит на небо, что едва ��и видно сквозь все эти многоэтажные стеклянные здания — слишком безжизненные. Кажется, насмотришься на них и сам таким же станешь — угрюмым, потерянным, будешь лишь скитаться по грязным маршруткам в поисках успокоения после долгого рабочего дня и потеряешь этот яркий огонек юности, все те чудесные моменты, что дарит подростковый возраст.

— Следуй за мной, вселенная, — хитро улыбается и ловко карабкается по узкой металической лестнице, что, по всей видимости, ведет куда-то в технические помещения. Хосок неотрывно следует за ним, переодически поправляя лямки рюкзака, что так и норовят сползти с плеча.

Руки все грязные от пыли и ржавчины, но они лезут все выше, желая увидеть что-то очень прекрасное, которое стоя в по колена в этой проклятой земле не увидишь. Вокруг слишком тихо и это кажется подозрительным — вдруг их кто-то заметил? Но нет — судьба (или что там сверху?) сегодня благосклонна для двух душ, что в этом мире остались одни.

На крыше необычно тихо, можно услышать собственное дыхание, бесящее до предела. Из компании лишь ветер и собственные тяжелые мысли. Город снизу выглядит обворожительно красиво, почти кукольно, а яркие вечерние огни лишь подкрепляют ощущение восторга.

— Вау, не думал, что эта дыра может выглядеть _так_ красиво, — Хосок подходит к самому краю крыши, абсолютно не боясь упасть — смерть никогда не пугала, ведь неизвестность — не худшее что может быть; худшее — знать каждый следующий шаг и не иметь возможности насладиться различными моментами, что внезапно появляются, врываясь в жизнь вихрем, и также быстро заканчиваются, оставив по себе цепочку событий, которые ведут к чему-то (обязательно) прекрасному.

— Иногда вещи оказываются совсем другими, стоит только взглянуть на них с другого ракурса, — безразлично пожимает плечами, поправляя волосы, что растрепались еще больше от ветра наверху. Чимин даже не смотрит, потому что приходит сюда каждый раз как нуждается в одиночестве, как нуждается в месте, где он сможет выплеснуть всю боль, кричать во весь голос о несправедливости и ненависти. К счастью, с появлением Хосока в его жизни такая потребность почти полностью отпала и теперь Чимин готов показать это почти священное место, создав такой прекрасный последний аккорд именно здесь — в месте, благодаря которому все и началось.

Тогда, год назад, Чимин собирался снова спрятаться от всех — мать в очередной раз устроила скандал из-за плохих оценок в табеле. С дома она бы не выгнала, все закончилось очередным глупым наказанием, но Чимин также сильно любит бросить спичку в бензин, потому на эмоциях выкрикнул, что он гей и не будет жить примерной семейной жизнью, как хочет родительница. Тогда Хосок остановил его посреди улицы и попросил сигарет, а Чимин понял, что навсегда пропал в этих бездонных глазах и такой яркой улыбке.

— Так приторно говоришь, словно в тех мотивирующих книжках, — фыркает, присаживаясь на самый край, и свешивает ноги вниз.

— Курить хочу, — внезапно говорит Чимин, садясь рядом. Он кладет голову на плече Хосока и чувствует как тот придвигается ближе, дабы его парню было удобнее.

— Сигареты еще вчера закончились, если ты забыл.

— Надо будет купить новую пачку, — «поздно», — проноситься в мыслях. Чимин уверен, что больше на землю они не ступят; так и останутся тут, у звезд, словно у стражи покоя этого грязного, отвратительного города.

Кстати о звездах:

— Так почему ты даже не посмотрел на небо, на звезды, которые так хотел увидеть? — поднимает взгляд в небо и ждет ответ. Хосок и правда не выдал малейшей заинтересованности и лишь смотрел на Чимина или куда-то на линию горизонта.

— Зачем мне звезды, если есть твои глаза? — смотрит в зрачки напротив и чувствует себя как под дозой: так ирреально и пьяняще, кажется, такой прекрасный Чимин лишь галлюцинация, что, словно сирена в бесконечном море, сводит с ума.

— А что, если звезды это горящие глаза влюбленных, которым не суждено было быть вместе, вот они и светятся ночью, дабы дать шанс полюбить другим? — выгибает бровь и смущенно отводит взгляд — все еще не привык, что его разглядывают с таким обожанием и любовью. Теория безумная, пришедшая в голову буквально секунду назад, но Чимин считает нужным озвучить — кажется, она недалека от истины.

— Тогда наши звезды будут самыми яркими.

— Их вообще не будет, ведь наша история обязательно будет иметь счастливый финал, — спешит возразить Чимин, поправляя фенечку на запястье — один из многочисленных небольших подарков Хосока, которые он с обожанием хранит и носит при любой удобной (и не очень) возможности.

— Тогда давай закончим ее сейчас, — придвигается ближе и целует, словно в последний раз.

Главное — не пожалеть.

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