#while winston would take a fucking sip babes. or take a fucking bite of some snack paired with coffee which is also cringe of him or smthing

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co-quants coffee break, rian gets the his & hers coffee mugs set and gets his coffee, winston uses the leftover hers mug and says nothing to anyone then or ever but is henceforth on and off Pondering The Experience of it all

#as stated i don't much have [winston: not cis?] hcs really but there's still nonzero pondering of him pondering and perhaps even more lol... #and the hcs happen to not be either Winston Is A Trans Man or Winston Is A Trans Woman. all amongst the [Not That / other] realms #and he can certainly be cis and still go like hmm. My Gender. for one thing like he's autistic so that'd just be relevant like #you're bound to be more self conscious abt your Everything re a) how you're perceived and/or b) how you don't relate to what's considered #socially Normal or Just The Way It Of Course Works For Everyone and the like #meanwhile your boss is nonbinary like; nobody has to have any sexuality crises over everyone being taylorsexual; which is for the best #that'd get exhausting immediately and not really serve anything. but everyone can feel free to go Ah....gender; huh #winston billions #at a bare minimum winston cisly using a Hers mug would be utterly unfazed even if other ppl think he's supposed to be embarrassed #like oh another way you're so clueless abt how not to be cringe & fail & how to rather be an epic winner huh; typical #and in turn the typical way to express this would be not to say anything but do a double take / give winston &/or the whole room a Smh look #while winston would take a fucking sip babes. or take a fucking bite of some snack paired with coffee which is also cringe of him or smthing #lil concepts like maybe winston never settles on being anything but a cis man but is like I Just Think It's Neat re: non he/him pronouns #may or may not settle on not being cis but may explore sm things in the context of gnc presentation & get anything out of that #def not so much at work &/or any lasting changes to his own Look would be subtle enough to go uncommented uponst #reasonable when like different pants / shoes / shirts / watches / glasses / weights / facial hair have never gotten comments / remarks #take it back to [winston in Get Away rocket tee ft a necklace under the shirt] like nobody's gonna say anything #demigender things. try little a genderfluidity oneself. maybe some nonbinarity. agenderosity even. Things To Consider #oh and naturally maybe [sexuality?] questions re: say. having had a crush on someone who is sometimes Her sometimes Him could overlap here #like wow what if [bf] to wow what if My being her or his [gf]....

[starboyjxmin]

Equinox (Hoseok x Reader) Pt. 2

Synopsis: There was a boy who always sat at corner of my complex. Most of the tenants wanted him death, but maybe that's what it took to let them see just how beautiful and human he was.

Warnings: Fluff, A Little Bit of Angst

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 2401

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

(A.N.: This is written in first person which is your pov, I hope you guys like it! Also, this fic was written with POC in mind, mostly Hispanic, but I did put in that the OC is Mexican but feel free to disregard this or change it to your ethnicity :)

Freak was nowhere near what I had imagine from underneath.

"I cut myself a bit but I cleaned your bathroom thoroughly." He had a visible red nick on the tip of his soft chin.

"That's okay," I breathed as I took in who was in front of me. Freak was... Every bit more human than anyone here in this flat complex.

His almond, half moon eyes were dark brown. His skin complexity was almost golden like with a tint of a sunrise shade but the grey tone to it made him appear almost like Icarus and the Sun’s son in some way. It seemed illogical but it just worked on him. Freak had even cut his hair, ridding it of the dreadlocks. It was shaggy and dark coloured. I made a mental note of taking him to my hair stylist tomorrow to clean him up more properly. He had managed to do a clean, close shave. Was he attractive? Very. Seeing this new man standing in front of me wearing the father of my child's clothes pestered but at the moment, I was more trapped in his almond eyes.

He shift uncomfortably.

"So, I'm sorry for using your toothbrush." Freak rubbed the back of neck cautiously.

"No, it's fine."  My eyes adverted from his. I quickly cleared my throat as I reached for the two flutes, handing him one.

"What's this for?"

"To celebrate another day!"

"You're not going to actually drink that right?" He gestured towards my drink by giving his head a quick tug towards it.

"No, it's just for show." Freak raised an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied with my answer. I pointed to where he would sit for our dinner to which of course, he politely said a thanks and moved, standing behind the chair.

"This looks great." I knew he was probably being polite since my cooking wasn't the best. Once I started living here, my food was either microwaved heated or restaurant bought. Cooking was something I rarely ever did given that I was born with a silver spoon between my lips the second I left my mother's womb.

"Thank you," I was going to pull my seat out but was quickly interrupted by Freak who somehow made it behind my chair, pulling it back for me. "Thank you." Once again I repeated as I sat down, with him pushing the seat in along with me. "So now can I know your name? It's only fair since we are having dinner together." Freak quickly retreated to his spot at the table and sat down with his eyes locked with the plate before him with a blank face.

"Hoseok."

"Hoseok?" He nodded curtly. Well, I guess that would explain the faint Seoul accent in his voice. I had spoken to many people from Seoul given that my best friend was a huge fashion icon, Seoul being the biggest fashion city point it was natural that I associated with them. "Are you Korean?" He held the middle fork in his right hand, gently pressing it into the grilled, creamed coloured breast.

"Yes." I decided to eat so he didn't feel awkward. After a bite, deciding it was actually decent, I asked him another question.

"Seoul?" This caused Fr-Hoseok to look up at me swiftly before returning his eyes to his plate.

"No actually," Hoseok took some of the chicken in his mouth, quickly chewed it before swallowing. "I'm from Gwangju."

"Oh, I haven't heard of that state. My best friend use to do work in Seoul so I assumed, pardon me." I was cut off by my phone's brisk vibrations. A quick glance at it told me it was my mom. "I'll be right back, I'm sorry." Annoyed, I stood up, and walked to my bedroom with my phone already on my ear. "Hi mom."

"MIJA! Ah, thank god! You will never believe who is here!" My eyes rolled back into my skull with deep anger. "Aldo!" The normal rhythm of my heart quickly stopped. "Aren't you excited! He asked your father for your pretty, delicate hand!" God, please no. "(Y/N)?"

"Mamá, no." The door was pretty open but I didn't care if Hoseok heard. "He left me before, I'm very capable of getting along well without a man, much less that puto of a guy."

"(Y/N)!" My mom's screeched voice made my eardrum throb but I wouldn’t have it.

"Tell pappí I said no. This isn't for discussion." I didn't bother to heard my mother anymore causing me to hang up the call. "God.." My body felt heavy, extremely. Maybe it was the stress that my mom has inflicted upon me by informing me of that dickhole.

"Are you okay?" Frea-Hoseok called from the dining room. A deep sigh simply escaped my lips. There was nothing I could say to this man. I was stupid. I let some stranger in. What if he would do something to me? No, I quickly shook the silly thoughts from my head. Momma had me on the edge, that was all.

I breathed out, not realizing I had held precious oxygen in my lungs, not letting out any carbon to exchange it for new air. "All is well, dear." My feet brought me back to the dining room, Hoseok was standing with a very concerned look striking his pretty, coffee eyes. "Let's just continue to eat." I sat down, across from him, and immediately stabbed my fork into the tender, cube cut breast.

He cleared his throat, looking at my lucid, annoyed face before sitting down and turning back to the food. We ate in silence with the occasional sounds of chewing, and sips from drinking. (The previous white wine in my flute had been replaced with Canada Dry by Hoseok, I assumed, when I had left to speak to my mother, if it were appropriately called speaking.)

"I really would like to thank you for what you have done for me, it really means a lot." The Seoul, deep, rich accent became a new lullaby to me, causing my eyes to flutter open a little slower.

"You're welcome." I smiled at him, finally looking up and into his dark eyes. This caused Hoseok to smile back, leaving me to wonder how was it that such a gracious man ended up in England, of all places, and homeless as well.

We continued to eat and after a while of silence that was occasionally interrupted from sips and eating sounds, Hoseok finally spoke up. 

“You seem very angry.” His accent was beyond beautiful to me, far more than a British accent.

“I’m okay, babe.” I smiled at the sun-kissed boy in front of me who seemed genuinely worried for me.  But Hoseok didn’t say anything to further anger me.

After a while, he got up and thanked me for the food and picked up his plate as well as the flute. I was about to protest but he smiled.

“I’m going to wash the dishes, do you want me to pick up yours as well?” 

“Um.., It’s okay Hoseok.” I stood up, placing my flute on the plate like he did earlier. “I have someone come and clean this place. I don’t really enjoy it but the help came with the place.” He nodded, studying the creamy residue on his plate left from the pasta.

“I see.” His Seoul accent cut through the sudden nervousness aura he held. 

“You can sleep in my room, I’ll sleep in my old room.” His beautiful eyes fluttered to my eyes and I could swear he was touching me by the simple look of worry he gave me.

“No.. No, it’s okay.” His smile however, didn’t reach his almond eyes. 

“What’s wrong, Hoseok?” He shift uncomfortably. 

“Look, you seem very off. You picked up a filthy homeless from the street, brought him into your home, you’re pregnant not to mention, and this is just dangerous. Are you suicidal?” Hoseok’s face held a certain hint of worry. 

My hand automatically reached out to him. 

“The world is an unjust whatnot. I always hear people talk about how to be the good in the world is what will change it and although it might not be all true, this will make someone’s world better and good.” He let a smirk out before carefully touching my fingertips and bouncing them lightly on his rather large hand.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)-ah.” 

“Wait, so you just decided to pick up some hobo from the street?” Elizabeth’s American accent always cut harshly through the very smooth atmosphere of the cosmetic dentist’s office. She was actually a medical biller who worked the front desk and very polite usually especially with me since we made each other feel at home which eased the homesickness we both would sometimes suffer. 

“No, well, he lived in front of my flat building. I was in a community meeting with the rest of the tenants and God, you should heard some of the things they were saying about the lad!”

“’Lad’.” She giggled. I quickly rolled my eyes at her indication of my profound British slang.

“They wanted to kill him.” Elizabeth’s blue eyes widen. “I had to leave the fucking meeting. It was horrid. Anyways, with the pregnancy I eat a lot. I get a call from these homeless help place I assume because they asked if I knew if such person had crossed paths with me to which I said yes.”

“Mhm.” 

“Long story, I went outside and brought him into my home and that’s that.” 

“For a wealthy girl, you speak with such simplicity.” Dr. Winston had appeared behind Elizabeth, flashing me a bright, pearl smile. 

“Your friend is ready. He is still in the room looking at his new teeth though.” He laughed as he set down the chart in his soft looking hands, next to Elizabeth. “Remember to update this into the digital logs.” She simply nodded, looking right at me with unsaid words that seemed to scream, “He’s so hot!” 

“May I go into the room to greet him or must I wait here for him to get out?” Dr. Winston was looking at some papers that a dental assistant had given him prior to speaking to me about my Hoseok. 

“I don’t see why not. Could you take her, Miss Tom?” 

“Of course,” The smitten look on Elizabeth was too bright as she got up from her chair and walked to the other side of the reception desk and towards me.

“Could you be any less obvious?” I whispered as she ushered me quite hastily to the corridor of doors with patients inside. 

“Am I actually obvious?” The colourful whispers between began to illuminate the pale, cream walls of the hall as we make small talk about her crush on the dentist. 

“How many room are in this office?” Elizabeth smiled as she stopped us at the one where I presumed Hoseok was in.

“37!” I cringed at the odd number as she opened the door. 

The natural lighting of the winter sun pooled into the very sterile looking room which contained a small flat screen tv against the wall. Hoseok turned around with a hand mirror tightly clasped in his hands. He quickly flashed me wonderful smile. 

“Wow! Your teeth!” He shyly looked down with the mirror now by his side. 

“I’ll leave you two alone. Also, you can just leave, I have everything already at my desk for his next appointment which is in 6 months just so we can check up on him and his oral health.” Elizabeth smiled at Hoseok who was now placing he hand mirror on the counter. She quickly left, not giving me a second look as she closed the door behind her. 

“Do you like them?” He timidly looked up as he nodded. “I’m glad, your teeth finally as bright as you are.” This caught him off guard.

“Bright?” The Seoul accent made the winter light warm as if we were currently discussing affairs with pastel coloured mochas between us. 

“Yes, you have thing about you. I can’t quite explain it. But your hair looks good and your teeth are beautiful. How about we get you some clothes now?” 

“Your maternalness is coming out.” I opened the door as I readjusted my purse on my shoulder.

“That isn’t a word, Hoseok.” He stepped out with me by his side. 

“You are quite impossible, Jung Hoseok.” My rather sunshine friend gave me a warning look from underneath his precious eyelashes and dark fringe. 

“So will he be talking the jacket as well?”

“N-!”

“Yes!” I reached above his head and passed the floral jacket with hues of blue to the employee who was now holding far too many items of clothes. 

“What about the shoes?” I quickly looked down at the shoes he had on. They were plain but the embroidered roses on the sides made them beautiful. He was still looking up at me. 

“Yes,” I looked down at him and gave him a tender smile. 

“Nice view you have there, lad.” A tall, beefy man commented as he passed up us with a smirk at Hoseok and a wink thrown at me. Hoseok cleared his throat and looked down at his shoes. He was seated in a french country, beige loveseat with me standing on it with my knees instead of my feet, and leaning over his head. It was’t that my position was inappropriate but from the look that the stranger was giving me, he thought it otherwise. 

“(Y/N),” Hoseok gently placed his hands on my hips and sat me down next to him. “We should pay now.” 

The employee smiled at us as I got off the couch and mentioned her to come close. 

“Could you please ring our stuff up?” 

“Of course!” Her cloy smile sent Hoseok into a frenzy of squirms.

“Are you alright?” He quickly stopped and looked at me with wide eyes.

“I’m allergic to the fake.”

“Este chamako.” My hands automatically reached for his face to pull at his pointed like sides of his new fringe like hairstyle, the total rage in Korea as he called it, but he quickly grabbed them and pulled them into his chest.

“Aein, I suggest we go.” 

“A donde?” He cocked his head to the side. “Where, Aein?” He rolled his eyes before pulling me even closer into him.

“Down the rabbithole.” 

(A.N. Sorry this is crappy, I tried but my writer’s block isnt fully cure. I promise to do better!)

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