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sminiac · 7 months

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sohee has been looking a little TEW good lately and i need someone to write SOMETHING pls any hard thoughts u can think of <33

🪽(if that isnt alr taken)

💌 — anon you just get it 🤭, i gotchu :b

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

Sohee having this natural cuteness to him must make him feel like it’s both a blessing and yet simultaneously a curse, so this definitely made him an automatic target when ‘Talk Saxy’ was first introduced, because that big adorable grin that he can’t quite keep subdued and his dulcet pitch of voice doesn’t exactly scream sexy.

It was apparent to him that he’d need to somehow work at embodying this feeling for the sake of his own satisfaction, and I think that throughout his contemplation on how he could possibly emanate this side of himself that he’s never indulged in before without it being overly dramatic or not quite enough, his only plausible conclusion always circled right back to the idea of inquiring you about it. How he could make it authentic, make it his.

And sure, yk maybe he could’ve asked Seunghan, or even Wonbin who exuded the energy he’s chasing after all too naturally, but this was one hell of an excuse to get you in the same room as him. Alone. How could he have passed that up???

He’d be so shy, and patient, and yet strained when asking if you’d be the one to help him with his… problem, but quickly became very red in the face, those uncontainable feelings of excitement bubbling up once you agreed that you’d be the one to help him, and once he’s got you in your bed, not even a thin shield of clothes separating the two of you, he starts to see the appeal of what his members seemed to pick up on faster than he could.

His smile would have this shift of sharpness to it, prompted by a more foreign sense when his eyes are repeatedly running up and down the sight of you, naked, open, welcoming just for him.

Best believe that first push in is all he needs to revive that confidence within himself, because he’s got his favourite girl below him swallowing in his cock, gasping out his name in a hasty shock as your nails drag marks into his back that couldn’t possibly be covered up with any makeup the stylists have to offer.

He’d be so sweet too, so thankful for you, that you’re so willing to do this for him:( he’d do his best to make it as much about you as it is about him, his warm hand flattening against the back of your thigh so he can push it up, searching for an angle that’ll have him running even deeper into you, searching for that pressure that has your nails digging into his arms.

He’s def the type to have his mouth subconsciously open, jaw slack, saliva dripping because he’s just too lost in the pleasure that you’re all he’s focused on, babbling a mess of “Baby—! Babybaby, please!” And “Your— pussy, fuck, who else could compete with you? ‘M jus’ all yours, Mmphff— All yours!”

Makes the prettiest faces, the prettiest sounds ugh!!! And he makes sure to let you know how appreciative he is of you with his mouth, and he’s messy, and loud, loves being as loud as he can for you, especially when he’s got his lips sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue poking out to flick against it. He’s just so😡😡

The next day when they’re running through the choreography this guys receiving all of the compliments that exist, his members even think that he’s a little too in touch with this side of himself today that they start to question how it was to even come about??? I mean, he was literally struggling so bad the day before, but now he’s kicking into his more sexy side within seconds?

It all makes sense when you arrive to practice, because the looks Sohee gives you aren’t all that subtle, maybe that’s what the two of you need to work on tonight because Anton’s starting to not care about the grimaces that flash across his face whenever Sohee’s hand moves a little too closely to your ass.

#🪽 anon #riize hard hours #lee sohee #lee sohee x reader #lee sohee imagine #lee sohee smut #riize lee sohee #riize sohee #riize sohee x reader #riize sohee smut #riize talk saxy #riize imagines #riize x reader #riize smut #riize #kpop smut #kpop imagines #I plan to expand on this one😜#this is so messy it’s the Sohee effect I swear

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bang-bangtan-boys · 5 years

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In The Late Of Night

{Taehyung x M!Reader}

Warnings: nsfw at the end

Request/Summary: hm I’d like one with v where he gets really upset cause he misses you.. ends up calling and you have to go and see him, maybe ends in some lite smut if possible ( @yzngserpent )

I accidentally made it somewhat fluffy near the end oops—

also the both of you are still in school. it’s like a high school au, but in college and BTS still exists. let’s pretend it’s like an after-school band thing and they’ve just been signed by bighit okay? so maybe the both of you are around 20-21… ok? taehyung is older by a year, so imagine whatever you’d like. i just miss skinny baby-boy BTS tbh (TT)

*for once it’s edited lmao*

You sat alone in the cold bedroom, typing away on your computer to finish up your school work that was due tomorrow. Biting your lip, you tried to focus on your paper, but it was hard to do with the constant Snapchat text-sounds that you were recieving. It was 11 o’clock at night, what was Taehyung still doing up?! You had an excuse— you were finishing homework. But Taehyung had practice early tomorrow so he should be getting rest. Sighing, you reluctantly peeled your eyes off the computer screen and readjusted your sight to the screen of your phone. Opening up Snapchat, you saw Taehyung had sent you almost 20 messages, and it didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

CutieTae♡

Jagiiii

[M/NNNN]

OMG ANSWER ME FFS—

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

You sighed, finding Taehyung’s clingy-ness rather annoying at this time of hour. You were tired; couldn’t he understand that? Deciding to feed Taehyung some of the attention he so desperately craved, you opened the snap. Almost immediately after opening it, you regretted it.

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Taehyung!!

It’s 11.03, go tf to sleep!

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

TaeTae’s[M/N]

And stop sending me ass pics

Go to sleep for Christ’s sake

I have a paper due tomorrow, I need to focus on finishing that

CutieTae♡

But I’ve been waiting all day!

I miss you!

I haven’t seen you for a week

[M/N]ie

Pleaseee

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Maybe tomorrow night, Tae

Right now I’m too tired to add 2+2

And don’t you have practice tomorrow?

I don’t wanna make you sore…

CutieTae♡

I don’t care

The other members probably won’t mind either

They might let me off the hook

CutieTae♡ is calling…

You sighed, not really sure if you should pick up or not. On one hand, talking with Taehyung could ease the growing insanity known as college-struggles. On the other, it could lead you to make poor decisions; Taehyung always seemed to get his way no matter what.

“Taehyung-ah, you need to sleep,” you were first to speak up, not even saying ‘hi’.

“Wow, I missed you too,” Taehyung sassed, and you could sense him pouting, “Does [M/N] not love me anymore?”

“No, Taehyung, it’s not anything like that. I’m just—“

“Not even calling me Hyungie or jagiya? Ahh, [M/N] really doesn’t love me anymore!” Taehyung began to use a slight baby voice, trying to be cute and wrap you around his finger.

“Tae, please dont make this any more difficult that it has to be,” you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“What do you mean? I just want you to acknowledge me as your boyfriend, not some item you seem to be bored of!” Taehyung said, rather loud. Didn’t he realize he had a sleeping roommate next to him?

“TaeTae, isn’t Hoseok-hyung sleeping next to you? Isn’t the noise you’re making bothering him?”

Taehyung scoffed, sounding genuinely upset, “So what I’m hearing is that my problems are just noise to you? I miss you, [M/N]! It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other in person, and now is a good opportunity for us to meet up.” On the other end of the line, Taehyung had sat up from his position on the bed, beginning to sound annoyed, “And, for the record, no; Hoseok-hyung isnt in the room with me. He, Yoongi, and Namjoon are busy working on some rap lines for our new song. He said he wouldn’t come back so you and I could have some privacy to spend time together, but it seems like I can just call him back over here since you obviously can’t find time for me…”

You hear a slight sniffle on the Taehyung’s end and sighed, disappointed in yourself that you made him cry.

“Taehyungie-” you tried, but he cut you off. “Am I not good enough anymore? Am i boring? It’s because I gained 4 pounds, isn’t it?!”

“No, Hyung, that’s not it—“

“I’m not attractive anymore, huh?!”

“Tae, no, that’s not it either—“

“If you want me to lose weight, I can! If it’s my sounds i make during sex, I can change them!” You sighed through your nose, feeling guilty and agitated at the same time. “Taehyung listen to me, the way you are during sex isn’t bad. I dont care about your weight. Everything about you is fine, I just have this paper to finish up and—“

“It’s okay,” Taehyung said quietly, bitterness laced in his tone of voice, “I’ll call Hoseok-hyung and tell him you aren’t coming...”

Taehyung ended the call suddenly, not even saying goodbye. You knew you had struck a nerve there; Taehyung always wished you a good day or night and made up multiple excuses so you guys could continue your call. He always said goodbye. Sighing, you stared at the phone screen for a while longer, contemplating whether or not you should call him and try to make things better. You glanced at the time; it was almost 12 o’clock. You set your phone face down, turning back to your computer reluctantly.

You spent about 5 minutes typing, but could only type out one sentence before throwing your hands up in defeat. The thought of an unhappy Taehyung kept nagging at you, and eventually you stood up and got dressed to go to BigHit Studios to visit him. You left the small apartment without even brushing your hair, wrapping the jacket you randomly picked out around your body tightly.

You knocked desperately at the door, knowing very well at least Jungkook was up; Jungkook was probably playing games on the computer. Hell, maybe even Namjoon would be up, just for the hell of it.

Instead, Jimin opened the door, having to look up as soon as his eyes made contact with your chest— since that was your guys’ height difference. He smiled at you, “Oh! Hey [M/N]! How have you been?”

“Great, umm… actually, I came to see Taehyung,” you dropped your voice to a whisper, “We got into an argument.”

Jimin opened his mouth, letting out an ‘ahhh’ in understanding, “In that case, he’s in Jin’s room. He seemed rather upset…” He shrugged, figuring it made sense now.

“Thank you,” you gently pushed past him, and Jimin watched your retreating figure for a bit before closing the door and moving to his previous spot on the couch. You made your way to Seokjin’s room, knocking three impatient times before Worldwide Handsome himself answered. The door wasn’t fully opened, as if he had been expecting you, as he stood in the small crack that barely accommodated the span of his shoulders.

“Can I help you?” He asked, somewhat sarcastically.

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know he’s in there.”

Jin sighed, looking inside, as if he needed confirmation, before opening the door fully for you to enter. There was Taehyung, laying on Jins bed as he was curled into a little comfort burrito. You had to suppress a snort at his state— entire body engulfed in a warm blanket with his face squooshed through the small opening.

“Why are you here??”

“Hm? But I thought you wanted me here?”

“I’ll leave,” Jin says, closing the door behind him so you two could have your privacy.

“I did, but not anymore” Taehyung said, “Now I don’t feel like seeing you.”

His voice is softer the second time he speaks, like hearing his own hurtful words made him upset as well. “Hyungie,” you start, “I had a school project to finish, its due tomorrow— well, today…” You check the time; 12.44AM.

“I know, I know,” Taehyung says, “I shouldn’t bother you with it… I know…” He sounds close to crying. You sigh through your nose, “Baby, it’s not like that… you weren’t bothering me…” Taehyung stays silent, not meeting your gaze, “You really weren’t…” you tried to reassure him.

Sighing once again, you move to rest your head on what you assumed was his arm, wrapping your arms around the baby-blue-burrito-hooman you called your boyfriend, “I couldn’t finish my essay; I came here ‘cause I thought I could finish it before class and convince Mr. Han to let me print in-class… I’m yours the whole night,” you tried to give your best forced smile, wanting to look genuine and comforting, but it wasn’t like there was a mirror near you (surprisingly, Jin only had two— a full length and a dresser mirror…).

Taehyung still says nothing and you huff, “Hyungie… I walked all the way over here!” You whined, moving to let Taehyung lay on his back so you could hover over his hips. He pouted, “[M/N], get off…” You shook your head, moving to unwrap Taehyung from Jin’s blanket. You undid it gently so now his body was shown to you— a light grey T-Shirt with cute shorts that went down to his thighs. Mmmh, his thighs…

You shook your thoughts out of your head, moving to sit on top of your precious Hyungie as you smiled up at him, “Now that the boundaries have been disarmed, can we fuck?” Taehyung nearly choked on his breath, “You sent me all those pictures— I saved them all and now I’m horny.”

“[M-M/N], I—“

“No, I’m gonna make it up to you,” you said, moving your hands up the male’s shirt to softly caress his hips, going higher and gently feeling each rib through his skin. Taehyung squirmed a bit, red spreading across his face like jam; the feeling tickled him. Your hands eventually reached his nipples and brushed over them, watching as they perked to life under your fingers. Taehyung let out a soft breath, eyes closing as he bit his lip. You smirked; was he trying to conceal his sounds? Was this his way to get back at you?

Your hands eventually left Taehyung’s chest and moved to his hips again, slowly trailing to his V-line, and eventually— finally— you pushed Taehyungs shorts down enough to expose his grey boxers. You huffed; had he changed out of his lacy lingerie after your little argument? You wondered what that must have been like for him— the intent of impressing you when all you did was ignore him. You cocked a brow at him, ignoring those thoughts since— by the look on his face— it seemed to make him rethink and regret his actions… somewhat, “It’s wet?”

You sounded more like you were stating it, but there was a small raise to your voice to make it qualify as a question. Taehyung moved to cross his legs, only being able to touch his knees together. Your hand hovered above his warm crotch, barely grazing it with the tips of your fingers before you planted them softly on the surface, not pressing down. Taehyung bit his lip again, a soft whine pushing through his teeth as he arched his back.

Taehyung tried bucking up against you, but your other hand was quick to hold him down, pushing his hip against the mattress. Your thumb traced the top of Taehyung’s erection, moving to the waistline of his underwear (where the tip of his length began to poke out) before pulling it down, setting him free.

Your palm made contact with Taehyung’s member, slowly wrapping your hand around it before pumping slowly, gripping tightly. Taehyung let out a small, broken yelp, back arching even more off the bed. Your hand was squeezed so tightly around him, but going so slow. It was pathetic how much he tried to thrust into you, your other hand trying its best to pin his waist and keep him at bay.

Suddenly, Taehyung used as much force as possible to turn you over, moving on top of you so your cocks were pressing against each other. He then rapidly began to rut against your clothed crotch, moaning loudly as tears pooled in his eyes. “H-Hyung—“ you called out, startled by the sudden neediness Taehyung displayed. He moaned out— soft, this time; unlike the previous ones, which were long and dragged.

“I was so needy earlier,” Taehyung admitted, “But you were so busy… I- ahh- I’m sorry I might make you get a bad grade…” Tears fell from his eyes, “I should’ve left you alone like you asked… I’m a bad b-boyfriend…”

You watched as Taehyung cried silently as he ground against you leg, members brushing against each other as if, they too, missed each other’s feeling.

You sat up, kissing Taehyung’s neck while he wrapped his arms around you, hands running through your hair before staying in place, tugging it every so often as he cradled his forehead against your shoulder. “Baby,” you said, trying your best to suppress your moans so you could speak clearly, “You aren’t a bad boyfriend. You just- hnh- needed me really bad… I ignored you; I’m the bad boyfriend.”

“[M/N]~”

“Taehyungie~”

You both moaned out, Taehyung’s cum splattering across your chests while yours made itself apparent by staining your jeans. You panted in time with Taehyung, making eye contact before Taehyung hugged you, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You were stunned for a bit, before wrapping your arms around him and leaning against him to counter his weight against you.

You opened your mouth to speak, opting to ask if Taehyung wanted to move to his room and talk things out, maybe even so you could apologize more, but Jungkook beat you to it.

“Hey, Taehyungah, [M/N]ah,” Jungkook spoke through the closed door before opening it, eyes too focused on the back of a video game cover— reading the summary to himself— while talking to notice your guys’ position, “I just got this new game; feel like playing a three playe-aH OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY!”

Jungkook slammed the door, and Taehyung tried covering himself with the blanket before Jungkook saw anything. Too late, Jungkook had seen enough. He stood outside the door, still apologizing, “Jimin said you guys were in here talking things out and that a new game would be perfect to try and fix things but I didn’t know you guys were busy—“ he dragged on.

You laughed while Taehyung cried to himself. “Hey, I’m still down for a threesome!”

“[M/N]!”

“I meant the game, Kookie. I have my own joystick right here!” You said, referring to Taehyung, whose pants were now pulled up all the way. Taehyung blushes and hugged a pillow to his chest and face. Jungkook sputtered, trying to find something to say before whining and running off, “Jiiin!! Taehyung and [M/N] are making porn in your room!!”

“Yah!! You kids get out and do it in your room! My sheets better not have any cum in it— or else!!”

“Yes hyung!” You and Taehyung said together.

This ended up being about 7-8 pages on GoogleDocs, depending on whether or not you wanna add the A/N’s and request

#taehyung x male reader #bts mlm imagine #bts imagine #v x male reader #bbts x male reader #request

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taekookismylifeline · 6 years

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(yoonseok) - trust my heart when it beats for you

ao3: (x)

Summary: Jung Hoseok has had an awkward Thing for Min Yoongi for four years of his school life. He is certain that the only thing that gets in the way of them and everlasting love is the fact that Min Yoongi doesn’t know he exists, but that all changes due to one drunken text message: a pick-up line. Ready to flee to another country under a false identity in mortification, he finds himself ruining their blossoming friendship and confessing when Yoongi asks why Hoseok had tried to flirt with him. However, things take a turn after his confession when Yoongi starts to (awkwardly) flirt back.

Pairings: Yoonseok, Taekook and Namjin

Chapters: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (8), (9), (10), (11), (12), (13), (14), (15), (16), (17), (18), (19), (20), (21), (22), (23), (24), (25), (26), (27)

Chapter Twenty-Eight - you’ve done it to my heart again. oh no

“So, which universities are you looking at?” Taehyung muttered to him in Science class on Tuesday morning.

Hoseok was bent over, trying to appear as if he were immersed in his work when he was anything but. He had better things to do, like text-yelling at Seokjin as to why he hadn’t been informed about Seokjin’s and Namjoon’s relationship. It was far more satisfying and rewarding than figuring out formulas for his chemistry work. “Huh?” He looked up from his phone to see Taehyung glowering at him.

“I said,” Taehyung hissed, “what universities are you looking at?”

Hoseok wrinkled his nose in distaste. “I don’t know. I’m looking at the courses more than the actual places to study.”

Taehyung lifted an eyebrow, a knowing smile crawled onto his face. “So, what are the courses you’re looking at?”

Crap. Abort mission. Hoseok looked back to his notes and began elaborating on them. “Oh, you know... This and that.”

“Interesting,” Taehyung commented, flicking his eyes back onto his own work. “In all the courses I’ve looked through, I haven’t ever seen one for ‘this and that’.”

“Oh, please don’t,” Hoseok whined, rolling his eyes. “You sound just like Jin.” Taehyung laughed but quickly ceased when the teacher cast a beady eye over to him. “Speaking of Jin,” Hoseok continued, “you know, he’s been with ‘Joon for almost three months?”

“Lucky,” Taehyung hummed, most of his attention directed on his worksheet.

“That’s three months he didn’t tell us!” Hoseok exclaimed. Someone aimed a piece of paper at his head and he opened it once it rebounded and landed on the table. ‘You’re so loud! Don’t get another detention!’

“Well, maybe he wanted their relationship to be private. You know that Jin’s not really open about that kind of stuff. We didn’t even know that Namjoon had asked him out until Yoongi told you – No!” Hoseok had opened his mouth once Taehyung had mentioned his boyfriend’s name and abruptly shut it at the interruption.

“What?” He questioned, noting Taehyung’s weary glare.

Taehyung dropped his pen and rubbed his temples. “You’re in that honeymoon phase.” Hoseok scrunched his brows into his nose bridge – he was fairly certain he and Yoongi hadn’t gotten married. Taehyung sighed in exasperation. “The honeymoon phase is where your whole world revolves around your significant other, ‘Seok. You won’t stop talking about him, it’s Yoongi this and Yoongi that. It was cute at first, but now... Now I want to suffocate you.”

Hoseok was affronted and let out a winded gasp. “Well, I’ll keep that in mind when you get with Jeongguk!” Taehyung glared at him. “What’s wrong, Tae? You’ve been all... Not so nice lately. I’m sorry if I’ve annoyed you.”

A sigh escaped Taehyung’s lips and he buried his head in his hands. “Sorry, ‘Seok. I’ve just been... A little busy lately.” Hoseok frowned in concern and waited for Taehyung to elaborate, but he didn’t. “And this whole thing with ‘Guk isn’t really helping.”

“Well, you scored a date with him, didn’t you?” Hoseok asked, uncertainty pooling in the pit of his stomach. “And he was the one to ask you, not the other way ‘round.”

He was trying to approach delicately but by Taehyung’s groan he could tell that he wasn’t going about it in the correct way. “Yes, but it’s no real confirmation. I wanted to tell him how I feel in that restaurant, but I couldn’t do it! He was just sitting there, looking so beautiful that I – I freaked out. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this Sunday.”

“Well, you’ll have to survive Saturday first,” Hoseok mused. His mind fixated on what Yoongi was going to wear and how adorable he would look, and how he himself was planning to pay for Yoongi’s food and order him a hot chocolate just so he could see Yoongi with a cream moustache – something his parents always used to do to him.

Hoseok missed Yoongi’s intoxicating presence, missed hearing his enchanting voice. He had last seen Yoongi an hour ago in the courts for fifteen minutes as it was their break, but it wasn’t enough. Fifteen minutes was nowhere near the time that could suffice Hoseok’s hunger for Yoongi. To see him, to hear him, to laugh with him, to smile at him, to touch him, to smell him-

Maybe Taehyung was right about the honeymoon phase. Only Hoseok disagreed with the ‘phase’ part of that term. Whatever he had felt for Yoongi before had only amplified when finally being allowed to hold him, to care for him, to love him. A phase did not last for seven years, that he was adamant about.

“You’re really not helping me here, ‘Seok.” Hoseok was dragged back into reality upon hearing Taehyung’s lament.

“Sorry,” Hoseok replied sheepishly. He decided to move on from Jeongguk, that conversation topic only seemed to be a dark one at this moment in time. He leant in closer, in order for any potential eavesdroppers to be unable to hear him. “What’s going on with Jimin?”

Taehyung tilted his head and bit his lip in contemplation. Hoseok watched, slightly in awe. Taehyung really was a work of art, how had Jeongguk not snatched him up yet? “Well, he’s moved back into his parents’ house.” Hoseok’s eyes grew wide in shock. “He’s agreed to go to the doctors to see if there’s any lasting damage, but he doesn’t think there will be because he didn’t do a lot of the stuff he said he had, and I think he’s thinking about going to relationship counselling along with his parents.”

“Wow,” Hoseok breathed out, impressed and shocked at how rapidly Jimin seemed to be changing for the better. “I’m so glad.”

“So am I,” Taehyung agreed, rubbing out a spelling mistake.

“Now you can jerk off without him being there,” Hoseok quipped as soon as a heavy silence settled over them. Taehyung let out a vague snort and his lips barely quirked into the smile that Hoseok knew and loved. “Did you... Did you sort things out with him?”

Taehyung bit his lip again, kept his eyes on his paper. He shook his head and Hoseok deflated. “I didn’t have time. There’s a lot going on for the both of us.” Hoseok didn’t have time to question as to why Taehyung was suddenly so busy as he had moved on. “But I thought a lot about what you said, as I’ve told you, and that’s why I asked ‘Guk if he wanted to talk. But now I’ve got a date with him and I don’t really know what to do.”

Hoseok watched his best friend with a pained sadness in his heart. He rubbed Taehyung’s arm consolingly. “It’ll work out, Tae. Once you’ve decided something with Jeongguk, you can figure out how to deal with Jimin. It’ll all fall into place. It always does.”

Saturday fast approached and along with amounted to a mountain of messages from the newly formed group chat. By Saturday morning and awaking to Namjoon’s: ‘. Good morn.ing. . .’, Hoseok felt as if he had been lifelong friends with the five boys. It was as if years of distance between him, Namjoon and Jeongguk had been replaced with years of history within a week. It was almost scary how quickly they had bonded and how they all got along, their personalities melding together to create a gold encrusted jigsaw puzzle.

Jimin hadn’t read any of the messages although he had been online. Hoseok blamed the streak of cowardice that ran within him for stopping him reaching out privately to Jimin to invite him to join Hoseok and the others today. Although that they had ended on a positive note the last time they had seen each other, it was tinged with memories of Hoseok’s explosion of repressed frustration. He wanted to apologise but felt it was insincere to do it over the phone. Hoseok tried to find an excuse, Jimin must not want to talk to him because Jimin hadn’t contacted him to inform him about his developments. So, even if Hoseok did reach out, Jimin wouldn’t contact him back.

It didn’t make him feel any better, but he pushed it into the back of his mind. He could dwell on it later, for now he had to get ready.

Hoseok decided on jeans, a turtleneck jumper that Taehyung had recommended and some cologne that was circling the bottom of its packaging. His mum handed him some money and petted his cheek, telling him to have a good time with his friends. He had just clambered onto the train when he received a message from Yoongi. He smiled upon just reading the contact name and opened the private chatroom.

Min Yoongi: hey, are you on your way?

Jung Hoseok: yh im on the train! Ive never been to this restaurant Jung Hoseok: its Italian isnt it? Jung Hoseok: are u on your way??

Min Yoongi: Yeah, it is, do you like Italian food? Min Yoongi: Yeah, I’m on the train as well, I’ll meet you at the station

Jung Hoseok: ive never really tried it Jung Hoseok: okay then!!!! :)

Min Yoongi: Well, we’ll try it together Min Yoongi: Jin told me on private that you’ve written another haiku, is this true? Min Yoongi: He said that if you recite it today, he’ll bring physical copies of Namjoon’s poetry Min Yoongi: You don’t have to if you don’t want to

Jung Hoseok: im going to kill him Jung Hoseok: ur so sweet yoongs Jung Hoseok: I think i remember it, so I’ll give it a shot Jung Hoseok: I wanna see Joon’s poetry!!! Jung Hoseok: tell him it’s on

Min Yoongi: okay, I will Min Yoongi: I hope this poem is better than the ever classic ‘Flower Boy’ Min Yoongi: I hope it’s erotic

Jung Hoseok: OENGKW SAME HERE Jung Hoseok: that made me laugh out loud yoongs i hope youre happy

Min Yoongi: I am :) Min Yoongi: How could I not be happy when you’re mine?

Jung Hoseok: yoongs u know your way to my heart Jung Hoseok: okay the stations coming up, ill see you in a bit :)

Min Yoongi: See you, Seok :)

As soon as he saw Seokjin’s face any intent to kill him rapidly subsided and was replaced with overwhelming joy. “Jin!” Hoseok yelped and leapt into his arms, narrowly avoiding smacking Namjoon in the face.

“Wow – hey there, ‘Seok!” Seokjin greeted and Hoseok slid out of his grasp and stood back, realising now just how tall Seokjin was as he hadn’t noticed Seokjin’s height in the dim lighting of the party a few months back. “How’ve you been?”

“Busy,” Hoseok bluffed. “You?”

“Same here,” Seokjin grinned at him.

“Get a room,” a voice quipped from beside of him. Namjoon was surveying their exchange with a fond smile.

Hoseok laughed at the reference, “it’s nice to see you, too.” He checked the time on his phone before realising that a familiar presence had disappeared from his side. “Where’s Yoongs?” He asked, peering around the corner of the restaurant as if Yoongi was hiding in the alleyway.

“You left him when you ran over to me,” Seokjin replied, laughing when seeing Hoseok’s horrified expression.

“Oh, crap!” Hoseok spotted a familiar head in the distance, quietly approaching them. He excused himself hurriedly and sprinted towards the figure, launching himself onto Yoongi and wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck. “I’m sorry, Yoongs, I didn’t mean to leave you, I just saw Jin and got so excited I had to run-”

Yoongi laughed into his neck and pulled away. “It’s fine, ‘Seok, just – we can’t stay here, we’re in the way.”

“Oh,” Hoseok joined Yoongi’s side when realising that many people were swarming around them trying to turn in different directions. The back of his hand brushed against Yoongi’s so he eagerly grasped for the familiar and much loved warmth, interlocking their fingers. His heartbeat hummed loudly when Yoongi applied pressure and squeezed his hand.

Whenever he was with Yoongi like this, allowed to touch such a creature who was the definition of perfection, he almost felt like he were living in a dream and the tips of his toes were barely skimming the floor. Hoseok felt as if he were flying.

Together, they met up with Seokjin and Namjoon outside of the restaurant just as the same time as Jeongguk crossed the street to greet them.

“Well, look at you two,” Seokjin cooed at them and their conjoined hands. Namjoon nudged him to let go of it but seemed to be captivated when Seokjin turned his head to meet his eyes. “Don’t they remind you of us? Young and in love?”

Hoseok froze slightly, the ‘l’ word catching in his ears and resonating around his mind, like someone had struck his brain and the contact had clanged like a gong. He prayed that Yoongi hadn’t noticed and smiled stiffly. “‘Joon’s in the same year as us, Jin. Stop trying to age us to make yourself feel better.”

Namjoon laughed and Seokjin appeared affronted but it all paled in comparison to hear Yoongi’s snort of amusement next to him.

“Good afternoon,” Jeongguk greeted, having lingered on the edge of their exchange. Namjoon smiled at him whilst Seokjin gasped.

“And you must be the youngest! Jeongguk, right?” Jeongguk nodded shyly, Hoseok heard Yoongi scoff from beside him. “Wow, you’re so cute.”

Jeongguk flushed. “Thanks. So are you. Don’t worry, ‘Joon, I’m not trying to steal your guy.” Hoseok howled at the speechless look written on Namjoon’s face and the way that Jeongguk’s features had morphed into a mischievous expression.

“He could never win me over, ‘Joon,” Seokjin agreed, a similar look of innocent mischief forming on his face. “Not with your poetry kept in my heart.”

“And on your person,” Hoseok called out, eyeing the bulge in Seokjin’s coat pocket. “I’m keeping my side of the deal.”

Seokjin grinned whilst Namjoon eyed them warily, and then understood. He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “You’re kidding me,” he sighed heavily and Hoseok laughed, leaning into Yoongi who chuckled with him.

“Don’t worry, ‘Joon, it’ll be worth it!” Seokjin got out after laughing extremely loudly causing many passer-by’s to look over in alarm. “We get to hear another one of Hoseok’s amazing haiku’s.”

Hoseok flushed slightly at the praise but also at the haiku in question. There was no way that he could have forgotten any of the lyrics or poems he had once written about Yoongi, they were etched into every inch of his brain, every crevice of his heart. “It’s really not-”

“No,” Yoongi interrupted. “It is. It’s really good.” His voice was soft, not imposing. Hoseok felt himself relax at the comfort laced in Yoongi’s tone.

“As much as I love you guys being cute,” Jeongguk spoke up and smiled at them. Hoseok looked away and at the floor, it was quite embarrassing with everyone peering at them. “I’m quite hungry.”

“Should we go in and get a table and not order until Tae shows up?” Hoseok offered. Everyone seemed keen on the idea so he opened the door of the restaurant and led them inside.

Hoseok was about to ask for a table for six but then with a flash of guilt he remembered Jimin. If there was any chance that Jimin would be joining them, he would like for there to be an opportunity for all of them to sit together rather than Jimin feeling excluded.

They were shown to a table of eight and had their chairs moved out for them. It seemed that Italian restaurants tended to be classy, suddenly Hoseok felt terribly underdressed. Yoongi positioned himself opposite Hoseok and unbuttoned his coat to reveal a thick jumper and snug fitting jeans. He looked adorable and Hoseok felt an urge to order a hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream for Yoongi to try.

“Did Tae text any of you?” Seokjin asked once they were all seated and had explained their situation to the staff.

Hoseok reached into his jacket pocket and checked his phone. The only messages he hadn’t opened were from a Science group chat. He had received nothing from Taehyung. He cast his eyes over to Jeongguk whose tongue was probing his left cheek worriedly as his eyes latched onto his phone. Had Taehyung contacted Jeongguk?

“He hasn’t messaged me or the group chat,” Yoongi responded, tucking his phone back into his coat pocket. He caught Hoseok’s gaze and smiled, his eyes flicking down to the elaborate menu which lay in front of him. Yoongi was nervous. How adorable.

“What about you, ‘Guk?” Namjoon asked, obviously having noticed that Jeongguk was staring at his screen in concern.

Jeongguk blinked up at them. “Oh, Tae? Yeah, he messaged me... He said that he’s sorry that he’s running a little late but he’ll be here soon.” He shot them all a reassuring smile but Hoseok saw the worry lingering in his eyes. What was Jeongguk not telling them? What else had Taehyung said to him?

He didn’t get a chance to ask though as the waiters returned to ask for their drink order and to explain that they would come back to take their friends’ order once he had arrived. Hoseok peered at the menu and ordered a fizzy drink that he had never heard of, it was Italian. It tasted nice. It seemed more authentic than other fruit-flavoured drinks he had tried before.

Hoseok was about to lightly kick Yoongi under the table to gain his attention, to ask if he wanted to order a hot chocolate with him when the door opened. Hoseok craned his neck to see if it was who he was expecting, and he smiled when seeing Taehyung enter. But there was something wrong, he had stopped and turned around to talk to someone... But who?

Taehyung looked over his shoulder at the table and smiled, then he faced the person again and said something. The two approached the group shortly afterwards. Hoseok’s face broke into a grin as relief poured through him. “Jimin!” He cried, jumping out of his seat.

“Easy there, tiger,” Namjoon laughed at him as some of his drink sloshed out of his glass when his knees hit the table. But he didn’t much care, he had only realised just how much he had missed Jimin and how happy he was to see the other.

Jimin smiled at him in the same manner as always, cockily and cheekily, as if he knew something that Hoseok didn’t. Hoseok wouldn’t have it any other way. “Hey, ‘Seok,” Jimin greeted, and then nodded at everyone. “I’m sorry I haven’t been on the group chat. I haven’t used my phone much recently. Tae, here, told me I should come today to see you guys.” Jimin flushed suddenly and dropped his eyes. “I’ve missed you all.”

Taehyung threw an arm around Jimin and squeezed him. Hoseok frowned, something clicking inside his mind. He watched Jeongguk’s reaction instead, saw him watch the scene with narrowed eyes. Uh oh.

“We’ve missed you, too!” Hoseok called, redirecting everyone’s attention to him. “Sit down, sit down!”

“We’ve waited long enough for you, and we’re all hungry,” Seokjin quipped and then proceeded to laugh at his own joke. Namjoon snorted whilst rolling his eyes fondly and then laughed with him. Hoseok’s heart softened seeing this display. He wondered if Namjoon had told Seokjin he was in love with him.

Love. His eyes darted from Namjoon to the seat next to him. It was where Yoongi sat.

Hoseok almost audibly sighed in relief when the waiters returned with enthusiastic beams. He was desperate for a distraction from the stirrings in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more likely he would slip up and he would have to refrain from doing so. He had already made many mistakes with Yoongi, and he was not about to make another one he could easily prevent.

He focussed his attention on the menu instead. What did he want for the main course? Spaghetti, of course, he was in an Italian restaurant. Spaghetti bathed in ripe tomatoes and fresh basil. Remember that old Disney film with those dogs? The spaghetti kiss, one of the most romantic clichés.

Yoongi ordered the same as him. He met Yoongi’s gaze and smiled. His heart clenched when Yoongi smiled back, so soft and serene.

Oh, god. Oh, god. There was no rethinking it, no realising that he had made a mistake and correcting himself, like how he had done when he wrote it carelessly but meaning it with every beat of his heart in the group chat. It was in every breath he took, every smile he saved for the other, every jump his heart made when Yoongi smiled back and in every throb of his pulse when Yoongi touched him.

Hoseok was in love with Yoongi, and he had never been more fucked.

That boy’s an angel, I don’t want him to like me; Angel’s shouldn’t fall.

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