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boyfriend things // the first date

namjoon: the first date happens on a park bench near your home. conversation twisting into new topics over cups of coffee that left him kissing your cheek upon meeting when he planned to go in for a warm hug

jin: the first date is a breath of fresh air, a crisp page at the beginning of a new chapter, a sunrise flooding through blinds left open because sleep embraced you suddenly and now the morning greets you beautifully

yoongi: the first date is cold and carries on through footsteps along a river’s path. he’s the most interesting person you’ve ever met. his voice is peaceful and melodious; you want it close enough to hear all the time

hoseok: the first date is the ease of a grocery store trip. the decision made quickly on your way home to run in for a couple things, but it becomes over an hour of exploring. over an hour of reading labels and walking through different aromas, leaving with far more than you planned to

jimin: the first date is laughter and sudden touches that represent your blossomed comfort, it happened so quickly, but he’s easy to exist around. he lingers in your doorway at the end of the night, even though a second date was decided in the lobby

taehyung: the first date is pancake batter and fresh orange juice blended with frozen mangoes. he completes the newspaper crossword puzzle and writes down a couple movies you should watch on the crinkly edge. he holds your gaze like your presence is fleeting. he washes the dishes and shares stories when you seek details, soap suds up his forearms

jungkook: the first date is a car repair and a drive to the countryside because he’s playing music. five more songs become ten then more and more and eventually losing count, getting lost in his voice, his smile, how many of his favorites are yours too. it becomes a night spent in a house he knows quite well- familiar architecture you fail to place. you fall asleep in the yard with your cheek on his chest, pretending to dream when he carries you inside

characters : escort!hoseok x reader  genre : fake-dating!au, smut, fluff, angst, wedding shit word count : 25k warnings : oral, slow burn smut, implied infidelity note : bc this is so long, i suggest reading it in ur browser

Arms aching, and palms sweating in the summer sunlight, you strolled through the street, carrying a large brown paper bag with groceries inside, most of them a little too heavy for you, and you silently cursed yourself for not bringing the car. The sun burning down into the skin if your neck, you longed for the air-conditioning in your apartment to relieve your sticky body from the heat.  Children laughed as they played with the water spraying from the fire hydrant at the side of the street where you’d lived for little over four years now, the lush green trees shading you momentarily from the harsh sunlight as you meandered on, huffing under your breath as you juggled the food you’d purchased. The area you’d chosen to call your home was oddly suburban, given the fact it was situated within a thriving city. It seemed the perfect place to raise kids, and you smiled to yourself as you pictured your own children playing carelessly in the sunshine.

Five years ago, you had met the love of your life – Kim Taehyung. He’d introduced himself at a frat party you had attended with your close friend, Ellie, and from the moment you’d locked eyes with him, something in you had known he was the one. He was handsome, unbelievably so, his sultry brown eyes watching you curiously from beneath a dark tuft of hair. He was every girl’s dream man; tall, dark and handsome, and he was all yours, and had been for half a decade now. He’d helped with your transition, having been knew to the city, and he was nothing but kind to you, almost too shy to ask you on a date before he finally worked up the courage. You’d been smitten, and nothing had changed even as the years passed – though you’d both settled into life together, you still loved him more than anything. He was your first love, and you couldn’t believe your luck.

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;in the car (m)

pairing: jung hoseok x reader genre/warnings: smut, romance, slight angst, mechanic! hoseok, street racer! hoseok words: 14,739

:: summary: All you had was a dead car battery, you weren’t looking for romance, regardless if the charming mechanic had other ideas. You’ve heard stories that could put you off… Can he change your misconceptions, or will they prove correct after all…?

songs: in the car | offonoff + 2002worldcup | hyukoh

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aqueduct|jung hoseok

↬ prompt: “Look at me.”

↬ rating: m

↬ summary: You were a little more than enamored with the sun. —smut. Atlantis!Hoseok 

I. II.

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Ok so I have read this one shot about 20 times and it's one of my favorites!

The Birds and the Bees - JHS - One Shot

pairing: OrthnologistHoseok x Reader

genre: smut, fluff, mild crack (maybe?), f2l, 

rating: M (do not read if under 18)

word count: 5.4k

summary: he’s into birds, you’re into him, and the blue pollen from a flower is really making you both act strange. 

Warnings: there is a dead bee (i’m sorry little bee, but you went happily I swear), several smacked mosquitoes, sex pollen, some nerdy science talk (that my non-science self attempted), smut in the form of oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (be smart, sex-havers), kissing, cheesy lines, 

a/n: so this is my attempt at the ridiculous: sex pollen , crack, and the unsexy environment of hiking. I’m not sure I totally succeeded, as it’s still me and there’s softness and well, yeah. Thanks to @xjoonchildx for thinking I’m funny, and @hobi-gif for making it not terrible. Also, I’m so happy I got to ask her “But do you want them to copulate with their shoes and socks on?” 

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Smack!

The sound of skin hitting skin does not sound like it does in the movies. In your more bored moments, you’ve researched how sound effects for movies actually work and nothing they use for that skin on skin sound remotely relates to actual skin on skin.

Smack! Again.

Hoseok looks at you finally, his attention pulled away from more interesting things.

Like birds.

Fucking birds.

“You okay?” he asks, the space between his eyebrows wrinkling up with concern. Or annoyance. You aren’t sure because both are pretty plausible from what you know about Jung Hoseok.

To say you’re friends would be a bit of an exaggeration. Friends is a spectrum; from bosom buddies to the neighbor you always smile at but forget her name.

You’re not sure where you fall on Hoseok’s friend spectrum.

“I’m not okay.” You really really try not to sound whiny. You really do. But–

Smack! Your hand leaves a mark on the skin above your knee.

“Why do mosquitoes like me so much?” Yep, there’s the whine. You’re so frustrated about this. Like yeah, a hike in late spring isn’t really your thing, but Hoseok wanted to go and everyone else declined.

And you suck at saying no to Hoseok.

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I looove a slight emotionally constipated y/n because...same. anyway this was so good because the only thing stopping them is y/n's fear of how Hobi makes her feel. I vote yes for a part 3 because I love a happyish ending and 2..your writing is so good!

-> As much as that night changed your relationship title with Hoseok, it didn't change your feelings toward him. You may be mates but you're not friends.

Pairing: wolf hybrid!hoseok x wolf hybrid!reader

Genre: pwp, hybrid!au, enemies to lovers, angst

Warnings: swearing, possessive behavior, jealousy, unprotected sex, knotting, scratching, hittin it from the back, they go pretty rough, on the couch, on the floor, on all fours, mounting, ass grabbing, he's rough because she wants it that way, but he's also low-key gentle bc we got a secret softie over here

Wc: 2.3K

💿 War of Hearts - Ruelle : Wild Life - Hedley : True Love - Pink

a/n: this is part 2 to the anon request for jealous wolf!Hobi. Some people were asking for it, so here it is! I hope it meets expectations. I recommend you read the first part if you haven't.

"Do you want me to call Hoseok for you?"

"No, Joon, I'll be alright," you assure the alpha with a smile.

Being the observant leader that he is, Namjoon knows that's bullshit. And not just because you've been low-key rubbing your stomach for the past two hours. But also he's pretty sure every hybrid in the neighborhood knows you're going into heat at this point. You've always had a particularly strong scent and it's only amplified on nights like this. He's not sure if leaving you alone with no male in the house is safe....

His nose twitches and you slowly turn the doorknob to your front door.

"If you're really worried about me...you could come inside."

You've never put the offer so blatantly on the table before. Namjoon is aware of your wishes but he doesn't feel that way about you, and it's not fair to take advantage of your feelings, no matter how much his wolf wants to mount you right now.

You hoped the idea would at least make him consider, but Namjoon doesn't flinch at the offer. Not even a blink.

"If you need me to call Hoseok, just let me know."

Namjoon usually pats your shoulder or ruffles your hair after dropping you off, but he doesn't touch you this time. You're already struggling as your heat approaches and even a touch on the arm would be a lot to handle right now.

As he walks away, you watch him for longer than you probably should. There's a stinging pain between your legs and a gut-wrenching desire flowing through your body, but Namjoon is too respectful to do anything about it while you belong to another member of his own pack.

Just another reason he's the best alpha you know.

::

He should say something. Letting this go on would bring shame upon his pack, not to mention make him look like a fucking loser.

It's been a month. Word has gotten around. Everyone knows you're Hoseok's mate, but apparently that doesn't mean much when you don't act like it.

Where the hell do you get off sitting in some random guy's lap like it's no big deal, twisting and laughing while Hoseok sits alone. If you needed a spot, Hoseok's lap was wide open. You didn't even notice that he chose the recliner for that very purpose.

So what if you're not friends? You still have a responsibility, a loyalty to him as his mate. Or at least, you should.

Hoseok would have felt a little better if you smelled like him. It's been weeks since he last marked you, his scent overpowered by multiple showers, perfume, and those pompous alphas you always hang out with.

But he can't find a chance to mark you again since you keep avoiding him. And he really really wants to. Wants you back in his bed, in his arms, in his scent. It's where you belong. But instead, you're running around grinding on anything that moves just to irritate him.

Your behavior is unacceptable, and he's had enough of your disrespect.

He's not sure exactly what he'll say when he gets there, but he can't let you walk all over him anymore. He needs to stand up for himself. Show you he can be tougher than any alpha you know.

Your home is dark on the inside, but even if you're sleeping, he'll just keep knocking until you answer.

Knock knock~

"___? Hey, can you let me in? We need to talk. You can't avoid me forever--"

Whoa.

Damn, that's strong. It sets fire to his bones the moment that instantly recognizable scent hits his nose. Your arousal has always been potent to him, even before you became his mate. But it's never been this strong. And to think he's not even inside the house.

Hoseok presses his ear to the wood. The sound of a crash and a cry spikes his heartbeat.

He tries the doorknob.

Locked.

"___, are you okay? Can you answer the door?"

No reply.

"If you don't say anything, I'm breaking down the door. You understand?"

All he gets is a faint curse in the background of your bedroom, gentle and filled with anguish. There's no question about it. You're in pain.

A sudden rush of strength fills his body, adrenaline in every crevice and vein. His shoulder slams against the door a few times, each time weakening the lock little by little until it breaks off the wall and the door swings open.

Hoseok stumbles into the house, catching himself just before he runs into your plant display.

Your scent leads him to a back bedroom. When he opens the door in a panic, his worry is immediately replaced with an innate need to cover you with his body and mount your pretty ass.

There you are, curled up on the floor with a pillow tucked between your naked legs, laying among shattered vases and make up pallets. You must have tried to catch yourself on your vanity, but slipped and crashed onto the floor.

Hoseok reacts out of instinct, scooping you up in his arms and bringing you to the couch where you can more comfortably curse in pain. Thankfully, it doesn't look like any of the broken glass hurt you.

"Oh, fuck," you groan, pushing his hands away from checking you for cuts. "Don't touch me, for the love of god, Hoseok!"

"Excuse me for trying to save you."

"I don't need saving," your hips buck into the pillow, a strangled, needy whine ripping from your throat.

"You're right." Hoseok swallows thickly but manages to keep his hands to himself. "You need to be fucked."

You give him a side eye and a huff, but your pupils unconsciously dilate at the sight of him.

"I can deal with it myself. I've gotten through my heat alone before, I can...I can do it again."

What you neglect to mention is how bad this heat actually is. Everyone close enough to be privy to such information knows your heat cycles are particularly painful. Supplements don't do much even if you do remember to take them, so the only options are to either suffer through nights of unbearable agony or find relief in someone's bed.

But how is it possible that your heat is even worse this time around? Perhaps because your body is aware it has a mate, if you would just get past your pride, it could have what it wants. All you'd have to do is ask.

But you're not ready to admit he's become the only thing you crave late at night when you're all alone. You hate his guts and he hates yours...at least he used to. You're not sure how he feels about you as a person. Only that he sees you as his property mate.

"___," he says your name and your body physically reacts, "just let me help you."

You shake your head. This is what happened last time and it landed you with a mate you didn't want and every other eligible male refusing your advances, no matter how hard you rubbed their junk.

How unlucky did you have to be to end up with your worst enemy as your mate? Even more, how is it he manged to find you right when you go into heat?

Fuck, you want him. You want him so badly. It hurts more knowing that he's only here as your mate. As much as you don't like him romantically, right now you want him to care about you as more than a responsibility. But that won't ever happen.

"It hurts..." you whimper.

Hoseok kneels beside the couch, not touching you because you told him not to. No matter how much he wants to brush that strand of hair from your eye, to wipe the sweat from your brow.

"I'm right here. Say the word, and I'll fuck the pain away."

It was supposed to be a one time thing. But perhaps that arrangement isn't plausible anymore. Because in the back of your mind, you know what this will mean. And you know you won't want to stop him from marking you because deep down you're overwhelmingly attracted to him. Hoseok has always felt magnetic as much as he is maddening.

It all comes down to this. The pain has become almost too much to bare, so intense you can't move your legs even to sit up.

Finally, physical contact as you reach out and grip the collar of his shirt, slowly pulling him closer.

You hover there, just barely an inch away from his lips. The phantom remembrance of what it was like to have him mounted on your ass makes your back start to arch on the couch. He notices and digs his nails onto his thigh to keep them from scratching beautiful lines of red down your skin.

"My legs are practically numb."

"I'll carry you," he whispers, refusing to close the last few centimeters of distance himself unless you tell him too. "Don't worry anything. Let me make it all better."

Your hand slides around the back of his neck and into his hair, pulling it tight as you pull yourself forward.

"Do it. Fuck the pain away, Hoseok. Please."

Both your lips collide with a unmeasurable kind of desperation, a needy moan in the back of your throat because he's undressing himself for you in record speed. Damn, his body is perfect. Perfect from his collarbone to his thighs. His babies would be powerful, slender but strong, just like him. Survivors.

His arms scoop you up easily due to the rush of adrenaline feeding his primal instincts.

He wants to take his time, do you right, make it last. But even more he wants to put you before himself and make sure you're okay. Right now, it's all about you and what you need. His wants be damned. If he doesn't bend you over the arm of this couch and make you cry tears of relief then he's not worthy of being your mate at all.

It's that face you give him when you look over your shoulder, perched on your elbows and waist practically in half over the arm of the couch. It's the view of your ass on display and your lip caught between your teeth, eyes pleading and hole dripping. Through the aches and pains, you spread your legs as best you can for him, feeling the way his hand runs down your spine in awe.

Without a word, he grabs your ass and fills you to the brim, the tip of his cock bottoming out snug against your cervix.

The initial squeeze of your walls around him causes his knees to go weak, but he keeps himself standing and begins rocking his hips. Thrusting rough enough to make the couch begin to scoot along the floor.

That painful knot you felt in your gut slowly unravels with every time he pulls out and tightens again when he pushes back in. A euphoric rhythm of pulsing pleasure reaching into your toes and to the top of your head.

You wish he would do that thing. The thing he did last time when he fell over your back and hid his face in your neck when he emptied inside you. This position over the couch doesn't give him that option really, but you want it. Want him to cover you with his body and breathe in your ear and mutter your name when he knots inside you.

"Hoseok," you grunt, hissing at the delicious dig of his nails onto your ass cheek, "the couch, fuck, the couch is moving."

And your legs are too weak to stay standing on your own.

"Where?" he asks in a short, breathy tone.

"Anywhere," you reply desperately, pushing off the couch when Hoseok begins to pick you up. "Floor." Because it's the closest fuck-safe surface.

And so, he lets you drop onto all fours in front of the couch, falling onto his knees behind you. You beg him to hurry, pushing back on his dick with an urgency as soon as he's aligned again. All his air gets trapped in his throat when you begin rocking on your hands and knees, fucking yourself on your man's cock like a good girl, head thrown back and toes curling.

The eruption of your heat mixes with his natural scent and it threatens to tip you over the edge. God, you're so close. Just a few more times, just a little more.

Hoseok takes hold of your hips, essentially forcing them to stay still while he does the work. Snapping into you with fever, each time swelling just a little bit more until he's too big for comfort and you fall to your elbows in ecstasy.

Too long. You resisted him for far too long. The utter relief in your trembling bones is nothing compared to the feeling of Hoseok's knot releasing inside you. He fills you so perfectly, so beautifully. You can feel it painting your womb and easing every ounce of pain in your body.

And then you both collapse, bodies tingling and eyes tearing up from the relief. Hoseok catches you and pulls you into his arms, making sure your precious head is supported by his arm. He's panting with you, his abs spasming when your hand follows them to lay against his chest.

Gentle fingers brush your hair from your face. When you open your eyes, he's looking at you with the softest eyelids and parted lips.

"___," the way he says your name scares you a little, "how's the pain?"

No, that's not what he was going to say. Something is holding his honest feelings back and it looks an awful lot like the fear of another rejection.

"The pain is gone. Thank you."

As much as his heart hurts right now, he's glad. He pulls you in closer so your forehead rests against his, wrapping strong arms around your frame. It instills a sense of security in your exhausted, vulnerable state. You do feel secure. You feel safe in the moment. Safer than you've ever felt with anybody.

"Good."

For a second, you swore he was going to kiss you. But he doesn't. You're disappointed.

He doesn't try to mark you either, although a small part of you wants him to. His scent won't last long just from cuddling, even with his hand soothingly massaging the path from the curve of your ass to your back. The motion put you to sleep pretty soon.

When he's sure your fast asleep, he slips his other hand under your knees and carries you to your bed where you can snuggle with your favorite blanket and pillow.

But he doesn't leave the house because he knows that in a few hours, your heat will wake you up again, and when it does, he'll be here for you again. For now, he'll clean up the glass from your bedroom floor and rehydrate, make you a snack to keep in the kitchen just in case.

As many times and as much as you need him. He won't leave you to be in pain for even a second.

Regardless of your feelings toward him, he'll be your mate and he'll take care of you.

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Part 3? Y'all tell me bc I have an idea! <3

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Mi Corazón (JHS)

Hey all! Amanda here! I think I’m in love with this couple. I usually try not to define my character’s race, ethnicity, or nationality, but I really wanted to base this imagine loosely on my family’s old block parties. Plus, the lack of Hispanic representation within American literature is crazy, but it’s getting better as each day goes by! I just wanted to contribute to that! If you’re interested in me making imagines based on other cultures or anything, feel free to request it, just know that it may not be as rooted as this one, simply because this is my own heritage and I will have to do a lot of research on other cultures before diving in. Anyway, I also wanted an excuse to write an imagine where one of the members has to dance to Latin music because Latin music is so romantic. Hobi just seemed to fit the theme I was going for. Anyway, if you like this imagine please heart it, reblog it, and follow me! I love y’all, stay safe, and borahae <3

Genre: established relationship! au, fluff

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: swearing, google-translated Spanish, pining and simping, mentions of cartels and gangs, small mentions of immigration, literally one of the most endearing couples I have ever written.

Summary: Y/n takes Hobi to meet her family at one of their famous Miami block parties. 

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  “What if they don’t accept me..” Hobi mutters while you guys search for a parking spot on the street.

  You glance at him, “What do you mean? What is there to not like about you?” You flash him a smile before returning your attention to the street, “This is ridiculous, I’m literally their child, I should get VIP parking for God’s sake.” you mutter while shaking your head. 

  Hoseok chuckles at you, “There’s one,” He points out a spot and you quickly start parking in between the two cars. He sort of deflates in his passenger seat while looking at the street lined with cars and the house that bustled with life. “What if they don’t accept me because I’m Korean? What if they think I’m not good enough for you because I can’t speak Spanish or dance well like you? What if they think my career is too much and that I won’t be able to take care of you?” He expresses his worries out loud. 

  You put the car in park before turning to face him in the seat. Leaning towards him, you grab his chin in your hand and squish his cheeks together. “Don’t worry, mi amor. My family moved into the U.S. from Mexico so they know what it feels like to not fully know a language while surrounded by English-speakers. They won’t judge you.”

  “Bu-” he tried to cut in.

  “Shh,” you shush him and put your finger on his lips, “I taught you different latin dance styles last week and you caught on super quickly. You’re making an effort to learn my language and they already know I can damn well take care of my own self but if they mention anything negative about your career then I will step in and tell them off. Okay? Stop worrying, they will love you.” He sighed and nodded, looking a little nervous. “Good, now let us go.” You give him a quick peck before getting out of the car. 

  Your parents had moved into the U.S. from the dangerous city of Culiacán, Sinaloa in Mexico in 1992. Six years before you were born. They had moved due to the dangers of the infamous Sinaloa cartel. They decided, instead, to settle down in Miami, Florida. Where they had you, your little brother, and your baby brother and sister. The youngest two are twins. You are their oldest child, now at age 22. Your little brother, Pedro, is now 19 and the twins, Miguel and Rosalína, are both 15. All of you grew up in the house that you and your boyfriend of 11 months are walking up to now. 

  Two years ago, you had moved to Seoul, Korea in hopes of reaching your dream to become a fashion designer. You chose South Korea because, well c’mon, Korean fashion is to die for. It also was not as cliche as New York, California, or Paris. A year and some months into living in Seoul, you met Hobi. Of course you knew who he was, but you treated him as any individual, which he took a liking to. Fast forward another month or two and you two started dating and now you are here, walking on your childhood street, up to your childhood home, about to meet your family and childhood friends. Yeah, you could say today was pretty special. 

  You two were walking up when all of a sudden a young woman who seemed to be the same age popped up in front of you both. “Y/n!!” She squealed.

Your smile grew wide and you pulled the girl into a bone-crushing hug, “Ay, Carlita! Cómo has estado?” 

  “Bien, bien.” She smiled back before glancing at your boyfriend, “Who is this?”

  You looked next to you and saw Hobi standing there, hands behind his back, and a shy smile on his face. You held out your hand towards him and he quickly took it, “Carlita, this is my boyfriend, Hoseok. Hobi, this is my childhood best friend, Carlita.”

  She smiled warmly before holding out her hand which he shook, “Hello there! It’s nice to finally meet the mysterious boyfriend.”

  Hobi chuckled and nodded at her, “It’s nice to meet you too.” His accent came out a bit and you smiled at his shy behavior.

  “Would you happen to know where everyone else is?” You asked, sort of wanting to get introductions done and over with so you can party with your boyfriend and family. 

  She shrugged, “I know that Pedro is playing video games with the boys in his room, I have no idea where everyone else is at.” 

  You sighed and shook your head while smirking, “That boy and his video games.”

  Carlita giggled at you before walking off, “Well welcome back home and it was nice to meet you, Hoseok! Maybe we can catch up more later but right now I have to stop Tío Edgardo from skateboarding. Old man claims that he is trying to regain his youth.” she rolls her eyes.

  You laughed at her and nodded. 

  “She seems nice.” Hobi commented in Korean.

  You smiled at him before grabbing his hand, “C’mon, let's go meet my little brother.”

  The two of you walked throughout your home before coming to a door in the hallway. You open it without knocking and low and behold, there is Pedro and a couple of friends playing Mario Kart. From the looks of it, your brother is losing terribly.

  “Pedroo.” You sing out his name in hopes of getting his attention.

  “What is it?” He asks, not looking up from the screen. You scoff at his reaction.

  “What? No, ‘hello sister’, ‘how are you sister’, ‘who is that man with you sister’” You tease.

  He shrugs, “Dude. Mario Kart. Priorities.”

  Your jaw drops and Hobi starts laughing hysterically. “This is what I get after saving your ass from mom and dad for years. The complete and utter disrespect.” You say, mocking offense with your hand on your heart.

  He smirks at your comment but his eyes remain glued to the screen, “Yeah yeah whatever. I’ll talk to you later outside, close the door on your way out.” 

  You shake your head, “I’ll hold you to that!” You yell as you close the door. 

  Hobi looks at you with a raised eyebrow and the same smirk that Pedro wore, “Have you two always been like that?”

  You nodded and giggled, “Yeah, pretty much.” He shook his head at you and wrapped his arms around your waist, walking behind you back into the main area of the house. 

  The two of you passed a couple of neighbors, all of them who greeted both of you with open arms and hands full of alcohol. You lead him through the kitchen, not glancing at your surroundings. You are about to walk to the backyard before you hear a familiar voice.

  “Ah, mi hija, si sales por esa puerta sin saludar, no dudaré en conseguir mi chancleta.” (Ah, my daughter, if you walk out that door without saying hello, I won’t hesitate to get my flip flop.) You freeze at the sound of your mother’s voice and turn around to find her staring at you with a pointed look. You smile sheepishly and shrug your shoulders before waving at her.

  “Hi, mama.” The look she was giving you faded off her face and transformed into a smile. You walked over to her and gave her a hug. She pulled you in, wrapping her arms around you tighter. You sighed in content, realizing how much you missed her and your home. The picture of her in the kitchen, glaring at you, and threatening you with her flip flop put you on a nostalgia trip. Although you wouldn’t trade your life right now for the world - a beautiful penthouse apartment with your boyfriend in the middle of South Korea’s capital - you did find yourself missing the smell of huevos con carne and chorizo that drifted throughout your home. You found yourself missing the melodic voice of Romeo Santos on Sunday mornings that indicated it was time to wake up and start cleaning. You found yourself missing the company of your siblings and the embrace of your parents. But as said before, you are currently living a wonderful life in Seoul, with your career progressing fast and the man of your dreams right beside you. 

  “I’ve missed you, you barely call anymore.” She scolds you while simultaneously pulling you into her even more.

  You nuzzle your face into her shoulder, “I’ve missed you too, mama. I promise to try calling more often.”

  You pulled away to smile at her, only to find her checking out your boyfriend from head to toe. “Ay, hija. ¿Quién es ese buen pedazo de culo que trajiste?” (Who is that fine piece of ass you brought with you?)

  Your eyes widened and you lightly smacked her arm, “Mama!” 

  She giggled and looked at you, “What?” she complained.

  You sighed and shook your head. You glanced over to Hobi to find him smiling warmly at you and your mom, despite not knowing what you two are saying.

  “Mama, this is Hoseok. My boyfriend.” You said, putting emphasis on the word boyfriend.

  He awkwardly smiled at her and waved, “Hello ma’am.” 

She smiled warmly at him while walking over, pulling him into a hug. You laughed at Hobi’s shocked face and little ‘oof’ at the strength of her pull.

  “Call me mama, ma’am makes me feel old.” Hobi smiled at her acceptance and hugged her back, looking to you for reassurance. You give him a quick thumbs up before she let him go and turned to you. “While the two of you are here, mind helping me carry out these dishes to the table outside?”

  You scoffed, “I’ve been here for a matter of 10 minutes and you are already putting me to work like I’m 12 again.”

  She smiled and shook her head, “It’s cause you always act like you’re 12, hija, now get let's make use of your boyfriend and his muscles and carry these enchiladas to the table.”

  You laughed at her antics before translating to Hobi what his task was and putting the tray of food in his hands. You grabbed a plate of tortas and she grabbed the empanadas before you started heading out. 

  “Thank you, hija, Hobi. I will see you both later, I have to go yell at Pedro for hiding away in his room.” She walks off, shaking your head and you smile at her retreating figure.

  “Your whole family seems nice so far.” He said, taking you into his arms and holding you. You giggled and pulled back slightly.

  “They’ll be your family soon too, hopefully.” You whispered, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

  He smiled and nodded, “And I cannot wait for the day that they do.” 

  You blushed at his confession before your eye catches two heads of hair that were identical by the pool. You smiled at Hobi and took his hand in yours, leading him towards the edge of the pool.

  “Rosa! Miguel!” You exclaim and stand behind them. Rosalína looks up at you from behind her glasses and smiles.

  “Hey sis!” You hug her from behind and she holds your arm. You pull away and look at Miguel expectantly, only to find that his eyes are somewhere else. You follow his gaze to a very familiar girl and smirk. 

  Rosa smacks him on the back of the head and he flinches, glaring at her. She nods her head towards you and Hobi and he looks at you two before smiling sheepishly. “Oh hey, Y/n..” You kept smirking at him and his face flushed red under your gaze. 

  “Still being a simp, I see.” You tease. He looks away, face turning 10 shades redder.

  “Shut up.” He trailed off.

  Hobi tapped your waist, pulling your attention to him. He tilted his head in confusion. “What joke am I missing?” He asked.

  Rosa snorted. She turned her head towards Hobi, catching his attention. “You see that girl over there, with the blonde hair?” She said and pointed. He nodded slowly, following the direction and looking at the girl. “Her name is Lucy. Miguel here has been pining after her for like- 5 years. Since we were 10! Can you believe that? I say he should just grow some balls and tell her that he likes her.” 

  You laughed at her choice of words while Hobi smirked. Miguel shoved her side in embarrassment. 

  “I’m not pining,” he glared at her before glancing at you, “Nor am I simping.” He trailed off while looking at Lucy before glancing at Hobi, “She is just super pretty and totally out of my league.”

  You smirked and looked at him, “Nah man, you’re totally simping.”

  “Literally, shut up, Y/n.” He said, crossing his arms and pouting.

  Hoseok smirked and laughed, “No, you should totally do it, kid. You only live once and the worst is that she’ll say no. But if she says yes…” He trailed off, leaving the rest to Miguel’s imagination. 

  Rosa high-fived Hobi, “Thank you! I’ve only been saying that for years! I’m Rosalína by the way, but you can call me Rosa. This idiot over here is Miguel.” She introduced herself.

  Hoseok smiled at her, “I’m Hobi, Y/n’s boyfriend.”

  “You’re in that one band, right? BTS?” she asked, tilting her head.

  He nodded, “Yep, that’s me.”

  “Nice,” She nodded, “I like your song Dope.”

  He smiled, “Thank you.”

  You watched the interaction with a big smile on your face. It seemed that your boyfriend was becoming more comfortable. And that couldn’t make you any happier. 

  You shook your head at your thoughts before looking towards your sister, “Hey Rosa, where is dad, anyway? I want to introduce him to Hobi.”

  She rolled her eyes, “Where do you think?” She snorted and nodded her head towards the make-shift dance floor. A few people moved out of the way to reveal your father, Modelo in hand, dancing merengue to Suavemente. 

  Your eyes widened and you let out a laugh of embarrassment, “Oh. My. God.”

  She shook her head before looking towards Hobi who wore amusement on his face. “That would be our father. He’s been like that for the past hour, I think that’s his 6th beer.”

  You giggled at the ridiculous man that you called your father before grabbing Hobi’s wrist. “C’mon, let me introduce you to the ol’ man.” 

  Hobi’s face lost all color and looked uneasy. Rosa laughed as you two walked off, waving bye. You could tell your boyfriend was nervous, after all this was your dad. Your father. Keeper of your heart. The man who raised you. If he didn’t approve of Hobi then it would be devastating to the both of you. 

  “Wait-” he stopped you from going on, “What if he doesn’t like me? What if I’m not good enough for his daughter? Hold on, does my shirt look okay? What about my hair?” He panicked.

  You decided to shut him up with a kiss straight on the lips. He froze for a second before relaxing into it and wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled at him, “He will love you, Hobi. You look perfect.”

  He nodded, still a little dazed from the kiss. You left him on the side of the dance floor and dodged dancing neighbors until you met your father in the middle.

  “Suavemente! BESAME!” He shouted as you tapped his shoulder. You giggled as he turned around and looked at you in pure glee. “Mi princesa! How are you, mi corázon? Dance with me!” He exclaimed and grabbed your hands, pulling you into the dance with him.

  You laughed and threw your head back. “I’m good, papa! I want to introduce you to someone!” 

  He nodded at you and grinned wolfishly, “Then lead the way, Princess.” He followed you off the dance floor and to Hobi.

  “Papa, this is my boyfriend, Hoseok.” Hobi visibly gulped.

  “Hello, sir.” He said, putting on a charming smile and holding out his hand. 

  Your father’s eyes narrowed, looking Hobi up and down, a poker face on. “Boyfriend, huh?”

  Hoseok faltered for a second, “Yes, sir…” He said, using his other hand to scratch the back of his neck out of nerves.

  Your dad suddenly smiled and took his hand, pulling him into a hug, “Well welcome to the family then! It’s nice to meet you!” 

  Hobi visibly relaxed into the hug, smiling at you with a big grin. All you could do is smile back, happy that he made a good impression on your dad. 

  Your father pulled back and squinted at Hobi, “You hurt my daughter and I’ll kill you.” He said, gruffly. 

  Hobi’s eyes widened, “N-never, sir.” He stuttered.

  Your dad broke out into another smile again, “Good!” He clapped him on the back, “Here, let’s go have some drinks!” He led you two to the bar before leaving to go dance some more. 

  It was later that night, after more less-stressful introductions, multiple plates of food, and a few drinks that you and Hobi were sitting together at a table, watching the party and enjoying each other’s company. You were staring at your parents, who were in the middle of the dance floor. Corazón sin cara was playing as your parents swayed to the music, your father’s arms wrapped around your mother’s waist and her head leaning against his chest. You smiled softly at them with a look of fondness in your eyes. 

  “They seem to really love each other.” Hobi said, looking from you to your parents.

  “They always have,” You said softly, laying your head on your arms and looking at them, “They’ve been through a lot together, a lot of trials and tribulations. When I was a little girl, I thought they were the purest definition and example of true love. They’ve always had each other, and I used to yearn for that as a teenager.” You explain.

  Hobi smiles and puts his arm around you, “Well, my love, now you can think of us when you think of love. I want to give you everything, the world, and I want to have your back just like your dad has your mom’s.” He says, pushing your hair behind your ear.

  You turn to him and smile, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss.

  “I love you so much.” You mumble against his lips.

  He smiles against you, “I love you too, jagi.” 

  It’s when Obsesíon by Aventura comes on the speaker that you pull away with a gasp and wide eyes.

  “What is it?” Hobi frowns, confused by your sudden behavior.

  You giggle, “This is my song!” You get up and find Carlita before pulling her to the dance floor. Hobi smiles at you, and how your eyes shined with excitement. He watches you from afar, noting how natural you look among the people you grew up around. Although he may not know anyone and sticks out like a sore thumb, you are the complete opposite, blending in as if you had never moved away to begin with. He thinks that you have never looked so beautiful, than you do right now, at ease and having fun with your friends and family. He remembers how excited you were for him to meet all of them, going as far as to teach him some Spanish and give him some Latin dance lessons. You were so excited for this trip, and now that you both are here, Hobi doesn’t ever want to leave. Because you look so happy here, and all he wants is your happiness. 

  “You love her.” Hobi looked to his right to find your father, sitting down next to him with two beers in his hand. He said it more as a statement than a question.

  Hobi glanced back at you, “Yes, sir. I do, very much.” He sighed out, watching the way your eyes lit up and your smile grew as you sang along with the song. He watched how you moved with ease to the melody with your best friend and he could only admire you and think of how lucky he is, to call you his.

  “I could tell, you’re looking at her as if she’s your world right now.” Your dad smiled gently at Hoseok.

  Hobi blushed a little and looked down before looking back up at him. “She is my world, sir. She’s helped me through a lot, and she supports my career and always is there if I need her. I only hope that I’m the same for her.” 

  Your dad gently laid his hand on Hobi’s shoulder, smiling at him. “You are. The look that’s on her face right now,” He nodded at you on the dance floor, laughing with Carlita, “I haven’t seen that look in a very long time. She was going through a lot when she left, and now I can see that she’s happy again. You make her happy, Hoseok. That’s all I could ever ask of you.” 

  Hoseok smiled at him, “Thank you, sir. That means a lot.” He looked back at you, smiling at you when you looked at him and winked. He blew a kiss to you before leaning back in the chair. “I’m not going to lie, I was nervous when she said that I would be meeting you all.”

  Your dad chuckles at that, “Yeah, I could understand that,” he sighs, “I have always been the first man in her heart. I’m used to protecting her, to providing for her, to loving her. But now I’m not the sole man in her heart anymore, you are there too.” He says. Hobi looks at your father to find him staring back at him intensely. He looked him dead in the eye, “I believe you are a good man, Hoseok, and I fully give you my approval and welcome you into our family.”

  Hobi’s face breaks into a wide grin, “I’ll cherish her for the rest of my lifetime, sir.”

  The song changed to something more upbeat, and you were suddenly calling out to him, beckoning him over to dance. 

  “I have no doubt that you will, now go get your girl.” Your father clapped his back as Hobi stood up and made his way over to you. 

  You took his hand in yours and started moving along to Como la Flor.

  “Baby, remember how I taught you cumbia? Well this is an iconic cumbia song!” You smiled. Hoseok squeezed your hand and started moving along with you, getting the movement and rhythm pretty quickly. He laughed at your tipsy state. But that didn’t matter, what mattered is that you were having fun, and that you were happy. And despite the alcohol effects, you still managed to dance like a professional. You giggled when Hobi spun you, and it was the most beautiful sound on this earth to him. The two of you were in your own world, dancing together and laughing with each other. You were so caught up in each other that you almost didn’t notice how the song changed into a slow one. But when you did, Hobi pulled you closer and you nuzzled into his chest as you danced bachata with him. He took extra lessons in this dance style, without you knowing, just because he knew it’s your favorite.

  “I love this song so much.” you mumbled, slurring your words a bit.

  “What is it?” He asks, whispering in your ear.

  “Imitadora by Romeo Santos aka king of bachata.” You mumbled back.

  He smiled at your cuteness, leaning down to peck your forehead. You two kept moving to the music, and he spun you around. “What is it about?” he asked when he pulled you back in.

  “It’s about how his lover changed and turned cold, no longer giving him the same love that she once did.” You stated, smiling up at him.

  He frowned, “Well that’s..romantically depressing.” He said.

  You snorted, “Romantically depressing?” 

  “Yeah,” He smirked down at you, “it’s a romantic song, but it’s also super depressing.”

  You shook your head at his ridiculousness and pulled him into a kiss.

  “At least the melody is pretty.” You said after pulling back.

  He pulled you closer to him, “Indeed it is, jagi. Indeed it is.”

  As cliche as it sounds, the world faded around you two, as you both got lost in the dance and each other. You two held each other as if the world was ending. Your souls intertwined and the two of you vibed together. The moment itself was as intimate as it could be, and it would forever remain one of your favorite memories of you two.

  Later that night, after the party had ended and everyone had either gone home or gone to sleep, the two of you laid in your bed. Surrounded by darkness, you stared at each other, whispering about how well today went and how much fun you had.

  “I think they like me.” He whispers to you, intertwining your fingers with his. 

  “Oh they definitely do,” you giggled.

  “What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrow.

  “My mom thinks you’re a ‘fine piece of ass’ as she calls it.” You snort.

  Hobi let out a surprise laugh, his cheeks turning the slightest bit of pink. You moved closer to him, cuddling up against his chest.

  “I would have to agree with her though.” You whisper.

  “Oh yeah?” He smiles down at you.

  “Mhmm,” you mumble, falling deeper into your sleep, “You looked so sexy tonight, dancing to Latin music.”

  He smirked down at you, kissing the top of your head and closing his eyes.

  “Yeah?,” he mumbled back, falling deeper into his own sleep, “I might have to do it more often, then.”

whehe a hoseok drabble!

“For the last time Hoseok,” You sigh, taking your stethoscope off and wrapping it around your neck and looking real pretty like this was an episode of grays anatomy. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with Sofia…. except for maybe the fact that he’s a 200 pound Doberman named Sofia.”

Hoseok winces, “I let my niece name him. She said it’s very Parisian because it’s spelled with an F. How an eight year old has access to word like Parisian is still a mystery but you get the point.”

You smile softly at him before going to rub down the, rather intimidating dogs’ coat. You were right about one thing, he was an absolute massive dog who dwarfed you in size and scared every person within a five mile radius. But he was sweet, a little dumb (okay a lot of dumb), and Hoseok’s entire world. It just didn’t help that he scared off almost all of his dates when he brought them home. Even when he locked the giant oaf in the room—Hoseok had learned quickly not to do that—he’d charged through the door and cost him a pretty penny, not to mention a date who was now hysterical and refused to go anywhere near him (Hoseok, not Sophia). It was a minor inconvenience. Minor. It wouldn’t make Hoseok love him any less, but it did make for an irate owner when his dog kept cockblocking him.

And then Hoseok met you—after he’d had a scare with the big guy he’d rushed him to your ER where you had spoken to him calmly and sweetly and let him stay in the room while you checked the dog who was going on day 3 of not eating. He’d had a hard time of holding anything down for a week prior and had been acting strange since, not up for walks at the park or throwing himself on top of Hoseok as soon as he walked through the door. He just sort of… laid there, all quiet and sad.

“Oh my God,” You gasp and when Hoseok looks up he groans aloud. Sofia is… baring his teeth an inch from your face and your hands are up in defense at such a terrifying sight. “Is he…”

“Yes,” Hoseok sighs.

“He’s….?”

“Smiling.” Hoseok nods, arms crossed like an exasperated parent and in a way he was.

“Why on Earth would you teach him to do that?” You ask, reaching a hesitant hand up to pet the horrifying excuse for a dog, “There’s a good boy.”

“I’ve been taking him to obedience classes…. for the third time since I’ve adopted him,” Hoseok rolls his eyes as the dog hunches, making himself looking that much more threatening. He was sure Sofia thought it was cute, like all of those teacup poodles and chihuahuas he was copying. “He still doesn’t know how to sit on command but he took to the smiling trick. Don’t look so scared or you’ll hurt his feelings.”

“I’m not scared.” You huff and Hoseok cocks a brow at you.

“You’re shaking.” He notes.

“With excitement.”

Hoseok recalls the first time he’d seen you—really seen you, post Sofia scare. He had stopped by to pick up a new prescription for him when you just happened to be walking by. It was crazy how much fear was able to delude his sense of perception, because he doesn’t remember you being quite so pretty or quite so nice or smell quite so good the last time he’s seen you. And yet there you had been, all of those things as you asked him questions about his idiot of a dog that had swallowed a lego and made himself miserable for an entire week.

That had been a month ago, and Hoseok had been using every excuse he could think of to get back into your office—to see you while he worked up the nerve to ask you on a date. It didn’t help his case that you were sweet on his dog and vice versa, he swears the Doberman would throw him to the birds if it meant cuddling up with you. He’d even gone as far as to give Hoseok an irritated growl when he tried to get between the two of them.

“Hi baby,” you coo when Sofia butts his big head against your cheek. Hoseok wonders not for the first time what you’d done to him to make him jealous of his dog. “You’re a healthy boy, aren’t you? Daddy’s just a little paranoid.”

Hoseok groans, “Please don’t call me this giant idiots father.”

You laugh as you hug the overgrown puppy’s face, letting him lick your cheek before you’re pulling a way with an expression of disgust. “But really though, what’s been up with you lately? You’ve been in my office like five times since I’ve seen you last, the nurses are starting to gossip.”

Hoseok gulps guiltily and you mistake his embarrassment for something else. You sigh deeply before going to grab his hand.

“It’s okay to be a little scared you know,” you reassure, “but I told you as long as you keep small objects out of his reach and stop giving him so many doggy treats he’ll be fine. I get that anxiety’s not always rational though… but still Sofia is a smart…”

You’re talking sweetly to him and Hoseok should take care to listen, you were giving him good advice but he couldn’t focus on anything but the softness if your lips, or the way your tiny hand is rubbing circles into his skin, or how pretty your eyes were when you were speaking so passionately. Everything about you was pretty in fact—your eyes, your nose, your lips, your heart. It was all so corny but Hoseok has never wanted to be with someone as badly as he has you and it wasn’t just because he was going on month three of no sex. It was because you were as kind as you were beautiful and you talked to his dog in a way that made his heart melt and he wanted you to look at him like you did that big idiot. Like he was something to be cherished and cared for and you were making it your responsibility to do so.

“…. pay extra attention to what your—mmph!” You freeze when Hoseok presses his lips against yours, eyes wide open even when they begin to move over your own. You should push him away—you really should, because this was indecent. He was a client and you were his doctor but…. but everything that has lead you up to this moment seems to rush at you at once. You’d seen a lot of concerned pet owners in your time, people who looked at their animals like they were their world. But something was different about Hoseok, when he’d come into your office, hair a mess and wearing mismatch socks, carrying that giant dog of his like he weighed no more than a feather. It’s like time seemed to still for him, nothing else mattered except for Sofia and that he was hurting.

Maybe that same concern was the reason you let him make such frequent trips to your office despite being so busy, and maybe it was that same concern that attracted you to him, that let him cup your jaw and let your eyes flutter shut until all your senses were overwhelmed by HoseokHoseokHoseok. Your hand goes to grip the sleeve of his sweater, just about to part your lips for him when—

“Ouch, shit.” Hoseok groans and he’s cupping his cheek where Sofia had nipped at him. You’d be concerned if his dog hadn’t looked, dare you say, smug? “Bad boy. Bad, bad boy. We don’t bite.”

You bite back a smile when the dog lets out a low whine, ears flattening and head dropping against Hoseok’s hand. You watch him sigh before lifting a hand to pet his mutt softly. “I guess you don’t like sharing, huh?”

“Sharing?” You cock a brow and Hoseok winces.

“I probably should’ve asked you out before kissing you?” Hoseok rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and you stare st him. “I’m sorry. You just looked so pretty and smart and I know that’s not an excuse! Okay, but I just have liked you for a while now and—“

You press your lips against his quickly, just enough to shut him up but not enough to leave him satisfied. He still follows you when you pull away, hands uselessly reaching for your face while you giggle.

“Yes, by the way.” You say shyly and Hoseok’s brow furrows.

“Yes?” He repeats dumbly.

“Yes, I’ll go out with you.” You shrug, “As long as you don’t make a habit of kissing pretty girls without asking.”

“It’ll be tough,” he acknowledges, laughing when you go to slap his shoulder. He grabs your hand before you can do much damage, “But there’s only one pretty, smart doctor I’m interested in kissing at the moment.

As long as Hoseok’s known you, you’ve been a glutton for punishment. All wide eyes filled to the brim with tears and hands that were too soft for your line of work—with a heart to match. Your greatest sin was kindness, a soul that was still in tact and made soft with merciful rebellion. He remembers the first time he saw you—you were made an example of in front of your peers, stripped bare and humiliated at the tender age of six to a crowd of spectators that were all too happy to take part in your persecution.

“For the acts of sacrilege,” the councilwoman sneers, and your lip quivers when she chucks the curved piece of wire you had hiding beneath your bed, “you’re sentenced to five days time in the sensory deprivation tank—“

A gasp catches in Hoseok’s throat. He was too young to be able to mask his shock like the other onlookers. Five days was a long time to be without your senses, for any demon, much less one as young as you. But this was not your first tousle with the council—you were a repeat offender when it came to breaking the law, when it came to impersonating them.

Angels.

.

“Have you really not learned your lesson?” Hoseok asks when he catches you in the bathroom, another makeshift halo balanced prettily atop a mess of curls. Your hair was unruly and badly shaped from your last punishment. It was only just beginning to grow back after they’d cut your hair off six months ago. Hoseok remembers the way the perfect ringlets had sat on the ground, he’d thought they’d finally broken you then. Hair meant more to girls than it did boys so Hoseok never really understood that particular punishment—but somehow on you, it seemed cruel. He could see how it could break a persons spirit, especially since he’s always associated your hair with your equally fiery personality.

“How do I look, Hobi?” You ask hopefully, hands clasped at your chest.

“Unnatural. Hideous,” he regurgitates what he’s heard the elders used to describe the beings from above, arms crossed over his chest. Your expression falls the slightest when he yanks it off the top of your head with a scowl, “You’ll be ten years old this year, it’s time to stop playing.”

You sigh before trailing after him, a grim expression marring your pretty face. Hoseok gestures for you to sit down in front of him on the vanity and when you do he tugs the hair back from your face roughly, making you wince. He meets your gaze in the mirror, tone cold, “You are a demon. You were put on this earth to wreak havoc, to murder, and sin and watch the world burn at your feet.”

Your gaze meets his and for the first time it is equally as hard, stubborn as ever as you shake out of his hold. You straighten your posture when your curls slip from his grasp, your very own halo. “I was put on this Earth to be whatever I want. Because I said so.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes at you, unsure not for the first time as to why he’s taken an interest in a girl who delighted in foolish things.

.

“How do I look, Hobi?” You ask gleefully. You’re fifteen now and him eighteen—and at this point the deprivation tank was your second home—you’ve learned to calm your racing heart, to find peace and solitude in what was supposed to be a torture tactic. Hoseok sits on your bed, flipping through a human book, circle lenses perched on his nose. When he glances up he nearly drops the book altogether.

“What the hell did you do?” He asks, panicked. He does that a lot these days, for your sake. He’s learned long ago that he hates to watch you be tortured, humiliated, ridiculed. He’s taken on the task as your keeper and since you’ve taken about ten years off his life. You watch in mild amusement as the younger boy kneels at your side, brows furrowed as he grips your cheeks firmly between his hand, “Make them go back. Your eyes—fix it, now.”

You roll said eyes at him now and he watches as the chocolate brown of your irises fade and then bleed to black. Your particular species of demon were well known for inky black stares—ones that kept both humans and demons alike enraptured. You hated them, hated what they represented and the fact that you were able to disguise them so well meant you had been practicing this. And for a long time.

“Chill, it’s just a trick,” you shrug before turning back to your vanity. “Why do you get so up in arms over stuff like that?”

“Because even though you don’t care, I do.” Hoseok says seriously, “You can’t ever be good, ____. No matter how hard you try to pretend you’ll never be like them. You’re evil. You don’t have a single grain of goodness or kindness in you and that’s just the truth. So grow up.”

Your hand stills over your hairbrush. Nothing Hoseok is saying comes as a surprise to you. It’s not like you were oblivious to his thoughts on your pursuit of wanting to be an angel—it wasn’t as though he was soft spoken. Hoseok always told you the truth, he was crass and mean and cold, but beneath all that you knew he cared. You knew he wasn’t the type of demon to lie to make someone feel bad about themselves. He didn’t need to. Not when the truth hurt so much more.

.

It takes three years for him to catch on—three long years of you hiding and sneaking around, only to be singled out and called in front of a board of your peers because the demons where you lived knew. They knew how badly you wanted to be good, and because of that you would never lie. It made your punishment that much easier to inflict. It isn’t until Hoseok catches you sneaking out one night that he figures out what made you this way. What made you want to be different—or rather who.

“You’re late,” a soft voice chimes—it sounds like nails on a chalk board to Hoseok. He’s only heard an angel speak once before, and it was when your people were killing it. Angels voices were purposely overwhelming. Hoseok couldn’t say the sound itself was awful more so it was… a lot—heavenly. It was a soothing sound to humans but caused nothing but unrest in demons and that was just the way of the world. Hoseok wonders how you can stand it.

His fist clench at his sides when he sees you laugh softly, snowflakes catching in your hair as you stare up at the blond—beauty personified. But to Hoseok he was nothing more than vermin and maybe you were oblivious to it, to the way his eyes hold a faint trace of contempt, or was it disgust? Either way it made Hoseok’s blood boil. Even more so when you’re practically puddy in his hands.

“I’m sorry, Jimin,” you murmur and everything about your movements seem unnatural. Try as you may you were not an elegant girl, you didn’t fit the mold you were so desperate to squeeze into. It was almost painful watching you. “I had things to attend to.”

“Things? Or Hoseok?” The angel asks and Hoseok’s nails break the skin of his palm.

“I’ve missed you,” You say instead and the angels hand reaches out to press against your hair.

“And I, you, my love.” He murmurs.

.

A hand at your throat startles you, your fingers flying to claw at the wrist of the perp. When you open your eyes it’s Hoseok—eyes an inky black that you’ve only seen a few times over as he wasn’t the type to get mad often. Only this time there’s something…. dark trailing down his cheeks.

Tears?

“You’ve been lying to me,” He accuses shakily and your lip quivers when he presses down. “You’ve been meeting a man. An angel. I thought you were getting better, I thought you’d changed—we’re staying out of trouble. But you were just getting into it weren’t you?”

“Hoseok,” You gasp but it’s no use. He’s too far gone, a look of betrayal pinning you to your spot.

“You’re not special you know that? Angels take demon whores all the time. It’s not as hard as one would think,” he whispers coldly, the hand at your throat loosening to slide down your chest. This was Hoseok, you remind yourself, Hoseok wouldn’t hurt you. “You’re nothing. You mean nothing to him because you’re dirty, nothing more than filth in their world. You try so hard to be good but you’re not are you? Do you think good girls let the first man to spare kind words at her fuck her?”

“Hoseok,” you whisper, tears trailing down your cheeks.

“You think anyone could ever love you? Something like you?” He returns softly, “You’re disgusting. And when I kill your angel I will make you watch. Every punishment the board subjects you to will pale in comparison to my wrath.”

“Hoseok,” you plead and you don’t even know what you’re pleading for but something in the tone of your voice seems to make him snap. One second he looks close to throttling you the next he’s across the room as though your touch burned.

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In the end it wouldn’t be Hoseok who killed Jimin. You smile down at your hands—caught somewhere between manic and horribly, terribly sad.

“He said I was ugly,” you whisper when Hoseok comes to collect you, and when you look up at him there’s a scary resemblance to childlike nature, “he hated my scars but I got them… so I could be with him. You were right.”

“Shh,” Hoseok coos, gathering you in his arms. You were covered in blood—so much blood. It was on your mouth, your hands, your cheeks. He didn’t care—nothing mattered to Hoseok except you. He realizes now, every hurtful thing he’s ever said to you, any time he’s lashed out was because he hated seeing you in pain. He hated seeing you mocked and tortured. Maybe you were strong enough but he wasn’t. He loved you too, too, too much to watch you suffer, to watch you sacrifice yourself for another man.

“You were right,” you cry. “You were right about me! I’m filthy and used and evil. I’m so, so, dirty and I can’t ever get clean. No matter how hard I try. Did you hear me? I said you were right!”

“No,” Hoseok says, setting you down your bed gently. He kneels at your side, hands going to cup your cheeks and brow furrowed in worry. “I was wrong about you. I lied.”

“You never lie,” You murmur, “I’m hideous. Look at me.”

“I am,” Hoseok reassures and when his gaze rakes over you nothing but painful honesty rings in his tone, “You’re so beautiful… like this. You’re so perfect and I have never loved anyone more than I love you in this moment.”

“How can you say that?” You whisper, spirit broken. “How can you say that about me now when I…. what I did… I…”

“You don’t understand how at home you finally look,” he brushes a hand along your cheekbone. You stole his breath away—barefoot and covered in the blood of the man you’d murdered. Perfection. His. Only his. “All this time you’ve been breaking your back to be something you could never be and finally… I get to see what you look like when you give in to your natural tendencies. You are so, so perfect. I used to imagine it—dream about it even and still it was nothing compared to the real thing.”

You lift your gaze to him hesitantly—timidly, but Hoseok has nothing but warmth and adoration to offer you in return. His hands trail over your face as though he couldn’t believe you were real.

“Welcome home, my love,” He murmurs and when his mouth presses against your own it is everything you didn’t know you’d wanted or needed. Hoseok was sweet and soft such a vivid contrast to his usually blunt personality. You did not think Jung Hoseok possessed one soft spot on his body—but he did. It was reserved for you. He’s always been there, watching over you, taking care of you, scolding you. You just never noticed—never cared to look outside of the fantasy world you’d built for yourself. You’ve craved acceptance but didn’t realize you’d always had it, at the hands of Jung Hoseok nonetheless. Hoseok who made sure you ate three square meals a day, and Hoseok who had once physically restrained you and chained you to a bed when you refuse to take a sick day, Hoseok had nothing but nasty things to say and judged you for every little thing. Hoseok who never let anything slide. HoseokHoseokHoseokHoseok.

“I love you so much,” he says between kisses and you let him push you back against the mattress. “You will never understand the depth of my love but I’ll be damned if I don’t spend the rest of my life trying to make you understand, you awful, wretched little girl. Just as I’ve never loved anyone as much as you I have never loathed another being as much.”

bitch! a short Drabble bc we love enemies to lovers!

“You know,” Hoseok grunts when you slam him against his bedroom door, his ears ring—so strong for someone so small in comparison. He sends you a cocky a grin, “You’re eventually going to have to stop hate fucking me everytime Jungkook brings home another girl from college.”

“I’m sorry, are you complaining right now,” You ask but your hands are still hard at work at his belt. “You don’t have to get your dick sucked. By all means you should go f—“

“You should shut up, because you know you’ll only end up eating your words when I’m done with you tonight,” Hoseok murmurs, panting slightly and sweaty from a night of drinking and fighting with you. The usual for a Tuesday. “I’m not complaining. I’m just saying maybe you should consider telling Jungkook you’re into him instead of choking on my dick every night. It’s getting a little pathetic.”

You wouldn’t necessarily call Hoseok a friend—definitely not in the way you would Jungkook. He was just sort of an annoying constant in your life courtesy of the love of your life himself. Somewhere along the way, Hoseok had come to the conclusion that you were stupidly and hopelessly in love with Jungkook and has since made it his personal duty to make your life a living hell. It wasn’t as though you had planned on sleeping with him—it just happened. One minute you were screaming how much you hated how everything was a joke to him and he was telling you you were a uptight prissy bitch with a stick up her ass and the next you were having some of the most amazing sex you’ve ever had.

That had been one long year ago and Hoseok was right—you’d gotten so comfortable in using him to forget that you didn’t realize what was happening.

“I’m just saying,” Hoseok adds as an afterthought before leaning in to kiss you sweetly, gently. A way he’s taken to for the last month and a half.

Something had shifted and you couldn’t right yourself.

His hands creep up the side of your sweatshirt, mouthing at the column of your throat.

“Hoseok,” you sigh softly, fingers tangling in his hair. “You think I’m pathetic?”

“Only a little,” he smiles against your neck and you tug him back with a glare, “I’m kidding. You’re…”

He hesitates for a moment, taking in your wide eyes and swollen lips. Your hair was a mess and you showed up wearing pajamas when you ambushed him after soccer practice, not even letting him change before you shoved your tongue down his throat.

“Perfect,” he breathes and something catches in your throat. Hoseok pushes a lock of hair behind your hair before he can catch himself. He clears his throat, “I’m sure Jungkook thinks so too. You should tell him.”

“What if I don’t want to?” You say softly and Hoseok’s brow furrows. You try and recall when you used to hate him, the reasons for your fights, anywhere before the time you started showing up at his dorm on late nights, hiding under his blankets when his roommate was home, before you started looking for him and missing the way he held you, how he kissed you or when he started holding your hand.

You can’t.

“I think that’s normal,” Hoseok admits but his head is all over the place. He’s too caught up in trying to end this before he falls any deeper in love with you and risks never being able to pick up the pieces of himself. He’s too lost in trying to push you away otherwise he would’ve noticed the look you were giving him, the way your hands tighten around his hoodie, “I think you’re scared of losing him and that’s fine but you shouldn’t—mm!”

He’s not knew to the way you kiss, not by a long shot. You have exactly two styles of kissing: rough and pissed off, trying to forget whatever it is that made you sad or angry in the first place. (Usually Jungkook) and two: soft and sleepy and exploratory, like you had all the time in the world. This was neither of those, instead it was some sort of hybrid kiss that was all tongue and teeth, deep kisses followed by short pecks, and repeat. Hoseok can rarely ever think straight around you, but especially not when you kiss him like that.

God, he was such a goner.

And what was the point in trying to fight off heartbreak? No matter what it was inevitable. He should just take what he could get from you while he could get it. Pretend that all of this was real and that you liked him, not Jungkook, like you wanted to be with him—

“But, you shouldn’t hide yourself from him,” Hoseok says, pulling away from you. He presses his forehead to yours briefly, eyes shutting while he forces the words, “You have to tell him you love him or you’ll regret it.”

“And what about you?”

Hoseok freezes at your question.

You knew. Of course you knew. It wasn’t exactly a secret—Hoseok had never been good at those, but especially not with the girl he loved. The first girl he’s ever loved, mind you and of course you didn’t love him back. He was messy and inexperienced with relationships and you were so fucking perfect and pretty and everything he’s ever wanted. Of course.

“I’ll,” Hoseok clears his throat when the words seem to clog there. He forces a reassuring smile for your sake, “I’ll live. I’ll figure it out. I mean we can still be friends it’s not like—“

“No I mean,” your voice shakes and you look away from him in a lame attempt to muster up courage, “I mean what am I supposed to do about my feelings for you?”

“Your…” Hoseok stills when you pull away from him, “Your feelings for me?”

“Look, if you’re going to reject me could you at least not be such a dick—“

“Reject you?” Hoseok’s brain kicks into over drive then and he can’t stop himself from grabbing you even if he tried. His grip is tight, “You like me? Like for my personality? Not just sex?”

You snort.

“I know I was surprised too,” you admit sheepishly, “Don’t play dumb. You had to have known Hoseok, we’ve been exclusively sleeping together for nine months now. That’s longer than any relationship I’ve ever had.”

“I’m not playing. I’m really this dumb,” Hoseok assures and he shakes his head to try and clear it, “You like me like me? You’re not fucking with me?”

“No, God I wish I were. I can’t believe I actually fell for an idiot like you,” you groan miserably, “it was not apart of the plan believe me.”

“You like me,” he marvels again and his eyes are wide, staring off into space. It was almost cute until he opened his big fat mouth again, “So we’re like dating right?”

You make an unintelligible noise.

“Oh my God, we are,” he half gasps half laughs, “you’re my girlfriend!”

“Shh!” You hiss. “Not so loud.”

“But you are, you’re my girlfriend oh my God I can’t believe I finally beat Jungkook something,” Hoseok marvels over the fact before shrugging, “I mean granted he wasn’t competing because he didn’t want you but technically I did beat him.”

“You’re so annoying,” you scowl, before trying to shove past him.

He doesn’t let you. In true Hoseok fashion he practically tackles you to the floor, his body covering your own until you’re a mess of giggles. He rolls over until you’re on top of him, arms wrapped around your waist and grinning like the idiot he was.

“I love you too,” he murmurs before sealing his lips against your own.

You really were an idiot.

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Updated 01/15/23

Disclaimer: these stories are purely fiction. all events that are written are not real and the characters are based on bts but not necessarily exactly the same characteristic-wise. in some scenarios, I do not condone unmoral behavior committed. these fics are purely written as a hobby by me and for fun as well as for practice in writing. I'm also drunk on dumb bitch juice. thank you.

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a bit about forgetfulness | jhs.

pairing. none really

genre/prompt. alien! au

word count. 600+

content.  none questionable

synopsis. Hoseok has a very different idea of who’s in the wrong here. 

writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! This was a quick little thing I had in mind that I wanted to get out. I plan to make bigger alien fics though maybe one for each member since I really love those kinds of aus.

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“Now, why are you glaring at me?” said the red-haired boy across from you whilst rolling his eyes. You scowled at his answer, clear distaste showing across your features just like the hour prior. He really didn’t see what was wrong with what he did, huh?

“Well, gee, let me think Hoseok! First of all, you drak all the almond milk and left the two other types of milk completely untouched—three cartons by the way, if I needed to remind you-- in the fridge. Then, you clogged the toilet with your… your powers just because you thought it would be funny to see my reaction and now well I don’t know, my roommate is right in front of me acting like he doesn’t know me and looks genuinely concerned! I don’t know Hoseok, it doesn’t seem too farfetched to think that the fact that Jungkook is looking at me like I kidnapped him is your fault! Call it a hunch!” Your statement ended in frustrated screaming as he looked at you with a expression that could be described as guilt mixed with mirth and that only served to fuel your potent fury at your unexpected new roommate. Hoseok was an alien, in simple terms. He referred to himself as an “intergalactic being whose sole purpose is to reignite the Earth with its needed life-force”, but you stopped listening at the big word “intergalactic”. He said he came from the universe over, his planet deeming him most fit to do this role. When he introduced himself, his name was a series of clicking and whistling, and your puny college student brain could not manage to do such a thing any time you wanted to call him so he was simply Hoseok for now. He was well-versed in the English language, though, another attribute that won his superiors over for this mission. Even if he didn’t know the certain word for something, he’d simply use a scenario or a sentence to describe the word he’s looking for and you’d be able to provide, the only real up-side for you to being an English major.

He scrunched his nose and looked at the slightly disheveled younger man sitting on the floor, now coaxed with an ice cream cone and a Switch from his earlier “who are you?! Where am I?!” tangent. If there was anything to calm the younger man from anything during the scorching months of summer, it’d be the banana ice cream cones from the corner store. The Animal Crossing villagers’ language as his character interacted with them was all that rang through the apartment as his brain whirred to formulate a coherent, stutter-less response and his above-average-sized “heart” beat. It took several moments before he met your eyes and simply muttered a guilt laced “I’m sorry”. The roll of your eyes caused him to at least try and defend the Jungkook situation.

“Well, about the chi—err, Jungkook… He had asked, quite enthusiastically if I may add, to see some of my powers and I had planned to simply change his hair color. As you can probably assess, however, my mind… what is it…? Bu… ‘Bugged’ out? Is that the right word? Anyways… since my mind inflicted it with no set ill intent, however, it is most probably that his… amnesia? Forgetfulness will wear off in twenty-four hours or so. Most probably, anyway,” he finished, letting out an awkward cough at you clear distaste at the fact that he wasn’t even sure that your precious little roommate would ever remember you again. You needed Jungkook to pay his part of rent and if he can’t remember anything, he can’t do anything to pay it. So, you were in trouble and so was he. Essentially, Hoseok royally screwed up and you were on the very verge of evicting his otherworldly ass out. It’s not like he paid rent anyway.

“Well, lady, I may not know you, but you sure do know your way into a man’s heart, I’ll tell you that,” spoke up Jungkook from his sitting position on the floor, eyes still glued to the screen. Jungkook’s phase when you had first met of having an infatuation with you was finally happening again. All you could do was groan helplessly and hope that Hoseok was right.

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more than words (teaser) | jhs

⟶ part of the devil lovers series 

⏤ pairing: rockstar!hoseok x f. pediatrician!reader

⏤ genre: rockstar au, band au, doctor au, established relationship au, angst, fluff, and smut

⏤ summary: saving others was your specialty, you even made it your job when you became a pediatrician but saving yourself from your own demons has never been your strong point. actually, you always found a way to constantly run away from them because facing them would be extremely painful. but hoseok saved you in ways that you can’t explain, and you need him more than words can say. however, at his sister’s wedding, you have no other choice than to face your biggest demon…  

⏤ author’s note: ITS WITH GREAT HONOUR THAT I ANNOUNCE THE COMEBACK OF THE DEVIL LOVERS SERIES!! what better way than starting this series with our dear hobi! i intend to post this fic around his birthday so it should come around the 18th february but still to be confirmed. i really want to post this as a birthday gif so i hope to manage to finish the fic around that time! i’m honestly super excited for this fic & i truly hope you’ll love it 💗

⏤ tag list: let me know in anyway if you want to be tagged when i post this and if you are part of my permanent taglist, you will be automatically added ✨

At The End Of The Day

Prompt: “no matter what the deal baby, know that I'll be there"

Summary: After a long day of fighting alone and feeling as if everything is dark and cold, Hoseok; your light and warmth, is there to remind you that you can lean on him so he can patch you up when you're tired and bruised.

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst.

Wordcount: 2.8K

Request: by beloved @aghoulfromtokyo  💜

"Hey I was wondering if I could request a Jhope imagine where he cheers you up and holds you and cuddles you after you’ve had a bad day at work"

Warnings: minor self harm, nothing extreme and extensive.

A/N: Hey friends ! So here's my first Hoseok piece, a fluffy angst ~ mistake the grammatical errors and spelling mistakes please your girl is going through it :") anyways I hope you enjoy it and have a nice day 💜💜🤸🏾‍♀️

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“Y/N?” Hoseok calls in concern as he walks into the house, brows furrowed as he wonders why the door wasn’t locked.

Meanwhile, you've been drenching yourself in the dim shower for over an hour now. What was the scalding heated water splashing on your skin in hopes to calm and warm up your soul but to no avail was now simply just sharp glass like water droplets that threatened to cut through your flesh. But you don't feel a thing, all your senses are shutdown as you blankly stare at the pale tile walls where you are sat with your knee held close to your naked chest.

Unknowingly, as your emotions decide to return to you and all the events of the day and the overwhelming pent up frustration and stress and pain you've tried to keep away just for a little longer resurfaces and a sob escapes your lips, a hand immediately covering your quivering lips as you hope and pray that the sound of the falling droplets of water against the tiles drowns it out. Even you didn't want to hear it and admit to your vulnerability. You need to keep it in and stick up to it right ? That’s what everyone would say, everyone except for Hoseok.

Your senses are so dull and grey while your emotions are so overly present and suffocating that you don't hear Hoseok’s faint foot steps as he follows the sound of the sprinkling water to get to you or the knocking at door for over a minute nor him calling out for in concern and finally deciding that he needs to go in to check on you.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the curtain separating the shower from the toilet for a while and through the sheet material and glass door, he can see your small curled up figure on the edge of the shower floor. He freezes when he hears your light sobs through the obstructions and immediately he frowns as he feels his heart clench.

He glances at the switches near the sliding doors, the heater was switched on but there wasn't a single hint of heat in the air and he would have thought you were taking a shower with cold water expect you actually were. He wonders just how long you had been in there for while you were crying until the water to turn cold especially because with this specific heating system, it would take very long for that to happen.

He wastes no time and slides the curtains, slowly sliding the door as well.

“Y/N?” He peers in, immediately his frown deepening as he looks at you with sad eyes. You reminded him of an abandoned puppy on a rainy day, shivering and trembling and wet and so small in the corner, like you just needed someone to hold you and warm you up and tell you that everything is going to being okay.

As your senses slowly come back to you, you finally notice Hoseok's presence and your eyes go wide.

“H-hobi?” you hiccup through a raspy voice, trying your best not to choke on your own cries as you attempt to hold it back.

He smiles at you softly, his heart melting at the love filled nick name, before he carefully walks in and switches off the shower head. All the while you observe his every move as red rimmed eyes follow his every movement. After he is done he peers down at you, and you immediately look away, pulling your knees closer to you chest as you rest your chin on your knee cap.

Hoseok sighs before sitting down crossed legs so close next to you that your side’s brush, not caring that he gets his pants wet when he sits on the wet tiles.

“Hey,” he greets with a warm smile as he looks over at you, aware of how you are avoiding his gaze.

“Hey,” you reply with a small voice and Hoseok chuckles.

“Can I hold your hand?” He asks out of the blue, causing you to sit up and whip your head to look at him with furrowed brows. Why would he want to hold your hand suddenly?

But still, you nod lightly, immediately feeling your blood rush and heart beat quicken from it's dead state as he takes your hand in his, placing it on his as he intertwined your fingers. Hoseok can feel the way the skin of your palm is wrinkled like dry prunes and he now knows you've been in here longer than you should be.

He exhales deeply as he leans back, head against the cold tiles as he shut his eyes with a subtle smile on his lips.

When you don't flinch against his touch and in fact lean in more and rest your head on his chest, craving for his warm touch, he wraps an arm around your bare waist, pulling you closer into him.

You stay like that for a while, Hoseok rubbing small circular patterns against the flesh of your waist as your body slowly feels warmer and more alive, your breathing getting regular and regulated again. You were feeling so much better just by sitting here with him in this comfortable silence together.

“Hoseok?” you call through closed lids and Hoseok hums in response.

“I think I'm ready to go out now.” You say as you get yourself off his shoulder and look up at him to find him smiling softly at you.

“Okay,” he says as he reaches for the towel on the towel rail and gets up, letting go off your hand to hand you the towel and help you get up as well, aiding you to wrap the towel on and then reconnecting your hands as he beams at you and you both walk out into the dark moonlit hallway.

“Do you want me to carry you? Prince|ss Y/N?” He jokes as his hand wraps around you, aware of how you are shivering and attempting to warm you up by rubbing down the side of your arm while you walk hand in hand.

“I'm not that depressed Hoseok, my feet are kind of fine.” You laugh lowly as you smack his chest playfully, making Hoseok chuckle.

“You suddenly look a lot more prettier like this, when you laugh.” He compliments as he nudges the side of your face with his nose and plants a chaste kiss.

“Hmph,” you huff as you look away while you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your self from crying and cross your arms, the way your cheeks get heated not going unnoticed by Hoseok who grins smugly and proudly for being the cause of your display of a sort of happiness.

“You should get changed quick, it’s really cold tonight and you could get sick.” Hoseok says with a serious expression as he rubs your back and you nod, heading to the room and leaving Hoseok sat on the living room couch with his hand clasped hunched over his lap while you quickly change into something comfy and thick but not too warm.

“Hoseok?” you call out from your room as you look at the door, remembering that he got his clothes wet too and needs to change.

“Yeah?” He breathes out after a few seconds as he peeks his head through the crack of the door, concern and worry laced in his voice.

“Come in, you need to get changed too.” You chuckle as you shake your head at his expression and hand him his sweatpants and white shirt.

“Thanks,” he smiles, taking the clothes and setting it on the bedside table as he slips shirt off and you get on bed.

After a short while Hoseok joins you, an arm coming to wrap around your waist as you smile.

“So what’s up?” He asks as he props himself on an elbow and looks down at you and you tense up again.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it now, don’t worry.” He reassures with a soft laugh and comforting squeeze at your side at your sudden shift in demeanour.

“Just know I'm here to listen to you always, you don't have to go through it alone.” He continues, placing a soft kiss on the top of your cheek.

You can’t help the tear that slips out of your eye or the next as your body begins to shake, your nails digging into the palm of your hands and cutting through the tough skin.

You had to keep your cool.

Abruptly you get up, throwing your feet off the edge of the bed, ready to go somewhere, you don't know where. Anywhere away from Hoseok, he can't see you like this.

“Y/N,” Hoseok whispers softly with a frown as he sits up too.

Your vision starts to blur as you feel your lungs give out on you and your body fail you. You couldn't move, but you were shaking and you couldn't breathe and there a painful lump in your throat.

Slowly but surely, you let it out. Shy, quiet sniffles and sobs at first until your full on crying your heart out into the palm of your hand as you struggle to breathe and not caring how the salty tears sting against the cuts on your palm.

Hoseok watches you silently for a while, thinking that what you need is personal space but he can't watch you any longer.

Immediately, he wraps his arms around your neck and chest, pulling you into his chest as your sobs get louder.

You shift so that you can nuzzle your face into his chest while he rubs your back and soothes down the back of your head.

“I'm just so, lonely and tired- Hoseok everything is so hard and I just can't keep up or do anything right, Hoseok I'm tired, I can't do this anymore,” you confess through hiccups and sniffles. Hoseok listens intently, waiting for a while for you to calm down a little before he responds.

“Look at me,” he says lowly and you lift your head off his chest, cheeks stained and wet. Hoseok cradles your face in between his hands as he looks down into your wide glossy eyes with a soft smile.

“I understand how you feel. And I know it's been so hard these days for you. I just want you to know, that it’s okay to cry. It doesn't mean you’ve given up, no. You’re not on your own Y/N, sometimes I'm not there and it can be hard to talk these things out over the phone but I'll always listen and do what I can from the distance.” He smiles affectionately as he caresses your cheek lightly.

“If you know just how much your voice alone had got me through so much Y/N. But in the end it’s alright right? Because now I'm here and it’s alright. Don’t listen to the voices in your head, no matter what they say. You’re already so good at what you do Y/N, and you can do so much better. Don’t beat yourself up like that, you’re literally the best person in the world and your company prospers from your work, they'd be damned if you leaved or gave up.” He says with a serious expression despite the lace of some playfulness in his voice but you know he means what he says And you can't help but smile a little.

“And your work is needed, they need you. I need you. When you feel like giving up, it’s okay. Just talk to me. How many times have you talked some senses back into me after i felt like that too ? A lot more than you think sand Look, I'm here and I'm better because of it every time.” He finishes on a slightly angsty note and when he notices your pout he shrugs it off with a light chuckle.

“Hoseok...” you sniffle and Hoseok wipes an incoming tear with his thumb.

“No matter what, know I'm here okay? When things get hard or for whatever reason, okay?” He smiles as he rests his forehead on yours and you nod.

“Know that I love you okay?” He says lowly as he leans down, placing a sweet peck on the corner of your quivering lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, almost falling down but Hoseok is quick to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you onto his lap with a chuckle.

“I love you too,” you confess into the crook of his neck breathlessly and Hoseok notices how you are limp in his arms.

“I know you're tired. Let’s go sleep ?” He beams as he rubs your back and you nod.

Hoseok slowly falls back onto the bed, you head laying on his chest as you wrap an arm around his slim torso and shut your eyes, snuggling closer to him.

Hoseok pulls you onto his chest some more so that your chest is pretty much flush against his ribcage and he can rub your back smoothly, a motion that always got you feeling better.

“Hobi, thank you,” You say after while and from the way your words are slightly slurred and low, Hoseok can tell that you're on the edge of slumber.

“No problem Y/N,” he laughs lowly, placing a kiss on the top of your head before he speaks again.

“Goodnight,” he says as he shuts his eyes and settles, although he wouldn’t be sleeping just yet until you were.

“Goodnight....” you trail off, voice dying down as slumber has finally caught in to you, fluttering eyes now closed shut as your breathing can be heard along with light snores.

When you are fast asleep, Hoseok slowly gets up, managing to slip out from under you without waking you up and sighing in relief at his success.

He walks into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit and heading back into the bedroom and coming to kneel on the floor next to you and taking a hand and a gauze along with some mild alcohol.

Carefully, he looks up at you to see that you are still deep in slumber and it would still take a lot to get you to wake up.

He takes your hand, hissing when he see's the scarlet crescent shaped dents in your palm.

He bites his lip, feeling his heart twist. It's such a small cut but it didn't matter because it was a sign of just how hard how your thoughts and feelings bothered and affected you, coaxing you into unconsciously hurting yourself and you never felt it because what you felt inside hurt more. But he doesn’t linger too much on his feelings and getting to treating you.

You flinch a little when he rubs the tiny cuts with alcohol drenched cottons the but settle back into your light snoring while he places the gauze and carefully wraps it with medical tape and placing a light kiss it over it.

He finishes on both your hands before he takes your one of them with a sigh and kisses your knuckles as a soft smile finds its way on his lips while he admires your sleeping figure before he is looking out the window.

He stays awake the whole night as he plans an entire inventory for the next day.

There's a lot going through his head but he knows for sure he's going to stay in tomorrow and he’s going to find a way to convince you to do so as well.

He doesn’t know what the two of you could end up doing tomorrow but he knows that he wants to spend the whole day with you, even if it meant having to escape the responsibilities and stress of work just for a mere 24 hours to feel better and be selfish for once.

Because sometimes, that’s all you really need.

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That's it for today ~ I hope you enjoyed it ! Have a nice day and know that someone loves you uwu 😆💜 hop in to my ask box to ask me any thing and make requests🤗🤸🏾‍♀️

Where Your Love Lies

Prompt: "I've been so into your mystery, is it because of our history? Are you into me?"

Summary : Hoseok doesn't expect to find someone who would attract him as much as you have on a night out with his pack mates, but he does and you've caught his eyes. Maybe his heart too.

Pairing: Werewolf! Hoseok X Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Some fluff. Werewolf!AU.

Wordcount: 2.6K

Warnings: unprotected sex, filth. Name calling, degrading, brief impregnation kink, quite explicit description of sex. Yeap. Hehe.

A/N: hey! Sorry for not posting for so long, major writers block going on (pray for me to overcome it please) however it didn't stop me from editing the hell out of this piece i had in my in my stash 😴 anyways I hope you guys like it ~ ps this is all from my imagination from Love Lies so it doesn't really have to make alot of sense sorry:')

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It’s a Friday night at the bar with friends, girls night out for you and boys night out with the pack for him.

Hoseok had his eyes on you the moment he stepped into the bar, the gorgeous figure in the black skin tight mini dress immediately enchanting him.

Him and his wolf. He is a beta but it's just as hard to suppress his urges as it would be as an alpha, afterall he was born an alpha. He just choose a different path. He was simply better at that than any other werewolf he's encountered at controlling their emotions and what not, thinking with his brain and not his penis, at least not acting on it like someone of his breed naturally should.

His wolf growls when he catches other men gawking at you, literally eye fucking you but you are oblivious. Still he doesn't attempt to do what his wolf wishes to do to those men, he would end up behind bars for life.

He simply watched you all night. You're beautiful, when you laughed, when you pouted, every time. He can’t help but trail his eyes downward when you begin to jump, your breasts barely contained in the protection of your dress as they bounce too. Hoseok realises it’s time to retire checking you out for the night as he chugs a drink down and finally joins in his boys conversation when his wolf is making things harder for him, it takes every muscle in his body to refrain from allowing his wolf to take over and pounce on you at that very moment.

He would approach you like a normal person but it seemed like you were having the time of your life already and he didn’t want to ruin that.

It is when he excuses himself to head to the bathroom however that he bumps into you, the scarlet drink that been in your hand splashing onto his white shirt

“Shit,” he cusses and you immediately rush to grab tissues and rub the large red stain away.

“I’m so sorry!” you apologize as you frantically try to wipe it off.

Hoseok looks at you wide eyed when he realises who it was. He shakes his head at you and smiles.

“No, it’s okay. It was my fault.” Hoseok says as he waves a dismissive hand and laughs it off.

Your shoulders slump as you bite your pouty lips in guilt. He feels himself get turned on by that but quickly heads off to the toilet.

When he’s in the he takes off his shirt and holds it up. Its more fucked than he thinks. To top it off it was a new crisp white T-shirt.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” he sighs as he shuts his eyes and places it down on the sink.

A knock on the door breaks him away from his stressed thoughts and he opens it to reveal you.

“Let me help you,” you offer and he nods, slightly taken aback but he keeps his cool, letting you in.

The toilet was pretty small, a single sink and toilet bowl and a hand drier with a towel rack as well as a mirror in it.

He folds his hand over his chest as he leans on the wall and he watches as you grab the shirt and run it under the sink, grabbing the hand wash that was on the sink and pouring a small amount onto the wet shirt.

You then began rubbing the cotton against each other, the water foaming up as the stain slowly disappeared. He doesn’t know why but he was amazed.

He also couldn’t help but admire your side profile, your nose and full lips. The way your eyebrows knitted in concentration as you scrubbed the stain away.

His eyes trailed down to your breasts, your slim waist, your perky behind to your fleshy thighs and your calves, coming to rest on your high heeled feet.

“Done.” You suddenly speak out as you squeeze the water out of the shirt. “Now we just have to put it over the hand drier for it to dry and it'll be as good as new.” You say as you head to the hand drier that was next to him.

“Thanks,” he said as he smiles at you.

“Welcome,” your red painted lips stretch.

Your locked eyes bore into each others for awhile before you speak, slowly coming closer to him.

“So, I notice you’ve been staring at me the whole night...” You begin as you bite your lips.

Hoseok’s first immediate reaction was to be stunned and surprised. Was he that obvious.

He then laughs as he shakes his head, running hand through his lustrous locks.

“Was I that obvious?” he laughs and you nod with a chuckle.

“You didn’t approach me but now I’m here.” You say as your eyes drop to his lips before looking back into his eyes, your gaze luring him in as he commences until your chests touch and your back is up against the brick wall.

“We’ve got about 7 minutes,” you whisper into his ears as you stand on your tiptoe with a devious smirk planted on your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck.

When you pull away you are greeted by a very serious looking Hoseok, but still a playful smirk dancing on his lips, eyes black as night with specks of gold and red as he licks his bottom lip.

Without further warning he crashes your lips together.

The kiss is aggressive and intrusive at first, teeth clashing as hands roam all over your body before one settles on your behind and one cups your face.

It slowly gets wet and sloppy, neither of you ever pulling away as you take in all of eaches sweet lingering taste.

You feel Hoseok’s long fingers begin to hike your dress up as he pulls away to plant kisses over your neck, you moan when he suckles a spot around your collarbone .

Your hand trails down his exposed chest, through his abs and before coming to rest on his erection.

You hear a low ‘fuck' when you palm him and you smirk.

He pulls away from your neck to admire your clothed breasts, and up close he could tell you weren’t wearing a bra, your hard nipples evident through your almost see through dress.

He looks up at you and you bite your lips, feigning innocence. Just his hot gaze on you is enough to make the pit of your stomach stir as you feel your core and aching getting moist by the second.

He looks into your eyes as if to ask permission and you nod. Without any further warning he pulls down your dress as it bunched up around your waist.

“These are fucking beautiful,” he says under his breathe as he admires your breasts and begins to fondle them.

You whimper when he begins to place kisses on your moumds and abruptly takes your hardened bud into his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his teeth gently.

Your head rolls back as you begin to see white, hands roaming through his bright locks.

You moan when he begins to tug your other nipple with his finger, rubbing then as he made lewd sounds sucking your other nipple. He hums against your chest in pleasure at your reaction and you feel the pit of your stomach stir pressing you thighs together.

He makes sure to pay equal attention to both, repeating his steps on both your breast before he came back up to face you and captured your lips in his.

“Turn around. Bend over the sink.” He instructs in between the kiss and you immediately oblige.

“Fuck,” he says as he looks at you, ass on full display, your wet glazing slits begging for him to pound into you.

“I guess you’re not one for bras, or panties huh?” he muses through a deep chuckle and you simply bite your lips as a response as Hoseok observes you from the mirror.

"Fuck, all this is for me. My little slut," he growls as he spreads your cheeks and his mouth waters at the sight of your dripping core and the intoxicating scent of your arousal. You push your ass further into him, needy for his touch and he feels like he's going to loose his mind.

He shakes his head while he bites his lips before he begins taking off his belt and unzipping his pants, releasing his strained hard cock.

He places the tip on your your entrance teasingly, large hand on your hips to keep you in place.

“Please...” You whimper as you attempt to push your behind into him. He leans down, kissing your sweaty shoulder and you crane your neck, exposing your neck. Hoseok's grip on your hip tightens as he tries to suppress every urge in his body to mark you right then and there. You hiss in pleasure at the blissful sensation taking over at the aggression.

“How bad do you want my cock in you? For me to fill your tight little cunt with my seeds, have you carry my pups, be my bitch? I bet you'd like that huh?” he whispers into your ear, a hand coming down around your waist to flick with your swollen clit and you shiver as you squirm at the abuse, his bare chest flush against your bare back, your knuckles white as you grip the sink.

“So fucking bad, I want your cock and I want to be your bitch please,” you moan as you lean your head back against his chest.

“Alright then.” He says before he puts his whole length into you and gasp as you feel him stretch you.

“Fucking hell,” Hoseok mutters, feeling you tight around him as you take him in all of him.

He lets you adjust for awhile before he starts moving, his hips snapping to pound hard and deep into you.

The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans fill the small room and you wonder if anyone can hear you.

When you feel Hoseok hit your g spot you reach back and grab onto his neck, he begins kissing and suckling yours as you begin to see white again.

His lazy flicks become vigorous as he starts rubbing your engorged clitoris, you feel like you’re about to lose your mind.

“I’m close,” you moan and he smiles into your neck.

“Come for me baby girl,” he says and you do come undone around him making him grunt, seeing stars but you feel another wave build up as he continues to pound into you.

He adjusts you so that you can see your reflection in the mirror, grabbing a fist ful of your hair and pulling your head back and you moan at the tingle in your scalp.

“Fuck, your tits look so fucking good,” he says into your ear, watching them go up and down and bounce with every thrust.

You smirk, bringing a hand up to fondle them as you stared into Hoseok’s eyes with an equally lust filled sultry gaze through the mirror.

“Are you close baby?” you ask as you begin to pinch your nipple and roll them between your fingers, moaning as your walls clench around him.

“Fuck yes,” he says as he feels his high coming, picking up his pace and slamming harder into you.

“I’m so fucking close, do that again.” he says as his hips snaps vigorously into you.

You put your finger in your mouth and slide it out with pop, all the while looking into Hoseok’s. You take your wet finger and begin to rub it around your areola before you finally pinch your nipple and clench around him again.

“Come inside me,” you say seductively and that’s all you have to say to get him to come, hips snapping as he buck into you as he releases into you, filling you to the brim while your both a couple of heaving messes.

He stays there, head on your shoulder and hands on your waist as he tries to catch his breathe with his lock slowly growing flaccid in you, you hunched over the sink as you try to catch yours.

Hoseok peels himself off of you as he pulls ouy and grabs some tissues, placing his hands on your hips to turn you around and sit you on the toilet bowl before kneeling down in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you ask as you stare at him wide eyed and watch his every move warily, the muscles in your body tense.

“Cleaning you up.” He says with a shrug as he begins to wipe of his seeds that were dripping in between your thighs with much focus and you relax midway, enjoying his gentle grip on your thigh as you study his face. He's beautiful, with bright red hair and a tall sharp nose, a tiny beauty mark on the top of his swollen pink lips. His dark brows are furrowed in concentration as he cleans you and the corner of your lips tug.

“Thanks,” you mutter when he tells you he’s done.

“No problem.” He smiles as he helps you get up and adjust your dress. You simply watch from the mirror as he zips up your dress and when he catches your gaze in the mirror you quickly look away, hiding your heating face before facing him.

“Um, I’ll be outside.” You say as you fiddle with your fingers looking up at him and Hoseok nods.

After he puts on his shirt and goes out, he expects to see you but he doesn't, you’re no where in sight.

He threads back into the loud area where the rest of boys were, eyes searching for you through the sea of people but there's not a single sign of your presence. It's like you were a ghost that only he had seen and what had happened just a few minutes ago was nothing but a figment of his imagination.

“Hyung, the girl with the black dress. Where is she ?” he asks Seokjin at the counter table ass he continues to scan the bodies in the pub.

“She just left, Hoseok.” The older man tells him and his shoulder slumps as he sinks into his stool.

"Fuck," he mutters as he shuts his eyes in defeat.

He didn't even get your name.

But with determination taking over his being, he is intent on finding you. Pursue you and if you would want him to leave you he would back away.

The mysterious girl in the black dress.

The one who had caught his attention and would have a lasting effect on him for so long.

And perhaps vice versa.

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Hehehe how was it ? Please let me know ;_, anyways have a nice day and I hope you liked it ~

– jung hoseok

– jung hoseok

Their reaction to you being a little.

Jin would come home from work, ready to shower and be with you. he'd be a little surprised when he'd walk in your guys! bedroom and you'd be cuddled up in bed. multiple stuffies held in your arms with a thumb in your mouth. his heart jumped at the sight. "my little baby" he'd quickly shower and then come back, laying in bed next to you. he'd rub your his hand through your hair softly, humming soft lullabies as your eyes fluttered in your sleep, he would have to admit to you tomorrow that seeing you in little space was the cutest thing he'd ever come across.

Namjoon would come home early from work one day, surprising both you and him. he was more surprised than you however because he had walked in on you in your guys' bedroom, a pink sippy cup in your hands as spongebob played on tv. he couldn't deny the jumping his heart did at the sight. you were so adorable, you rubbed your eyes softly, embarrassed. "namjoonie-" he'd cut you off, setting his bag by the door before walking forward towards you, "are you sleepy babydoll? do you want daddy to take a nap with you?" you'd be shocked at his words, unaware that he knew what little space was and knew exactly what to do from now on.

Major daddy material right here. hoseok would find out you were a little by finding you in the store aisle, buying new stuffies, you'd be embarrassed not knowing how to address the situation. thinking he'd freak out, you'd lie, "these are for my sisters baby, i-" he'd cut you off, he'd be confused but understanding. "baby, if you want one i'll get it for you. fuck. I'll buy you as many as you want, just say when." you scowled at his language but nodded eagerly, the night would end with the both of you cuddled up in bed. tons of stuffies, a disney movie playing and a big long talk about little space.

Jimin would be frustrated coming home from work, slamming the door. you'd hear him, not having enough time to take off the cute polka dot onesie you'd recently bought. he'd come in, thinking you wanted to get kinky when in reality, you had just as much of a stressful day as he had. "baby are you-" you'd begin crying and he'd instantly feel bad, walking up to you and wiping away the tears, he'd place a soft kiss on your tear stained cheek, his fingers guiding underneath your chin so you could look up to him. "talk to me angel, what's on your mind?" and for once, instead of holding in your feelings, you'd break down and explain everything to him which he happily obliged to be your caretaker, calling you silly for hiding it from him.

Yoongi would be in full daddy mode at all times. he'd walk in on you in front of your mirror, putting pigtails in your hair while he was supposed to be gone. he'd admire you for a second, looking over at his beautiful babygirl (babyboy) and thinking of how he was ever able to become so lucky. when you'd catch him staring you'd freeze up, not knowing what to say. "sorry, i couldn't help but stare. you look so adorable when you're caught up in your own little world." he'd close the door behind him as he'd walk over to you, placing you on his lap. "go ahead, continue. i wanna watch doll." the fact that he had been so understanding and supportive made you tear up a bit.

Tae would find out you were a little when you'd come home from work early, stressed out and practically falling asleep in your car. he'd come out, seeing you curled up in the driver seat, a thumb in your mouth. you couldn't wait to get inside but you were also extremely tired. walking could wait. he'd be worried, opening the door and carrying you inside. you sucking on your thumb was the cutest thing he'd ever seen, his heart warming at the side. he smiled, his eyes crinkling as he placed you in your guys' bed. when he'd shut the light off and turn to leave, you'd whine softly. "daddy." he'd turn around and you'd be holding your arms out, wanting nothing more than for him to come and hold you. explaining could wait.

Jungkook would smile when he'd come home, seeing you having a pretend tea party with your stuffies. he'd come in, shutting the door behind him. you'd be embarrassed and shocked, instantly freezing up. "i- i-" he'd smile, cutting you off. "can i join this tea party? you know i love tea." he'd tease you, bopping your nose softly. you'd smile, nodding your head as you bit your bottom lip. he'd notice you were still a tad bit nervous as you picked at your nails. "babydoll?" he'd call you and you'd look up over at him, "come over here and sit on my lap, tell me how your day was my sweet baby." you'd feel warm and welcome, you knew he couldn't know much about little space but that was all about to change.

The Breakup Bureau

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