A/N: making a series of scenarios. Already have a few out if youd like to read them. You can find them in my masterlist. (Link at the bottom of the post.) If you have any ideas please submit them.
Seokjin
It brings him great joy to know that you are so easy to scare
Seeing as he and hobi are the ones who are always scared
It all started in the middle of the night one night
He hadn’t planned it
But he was sitting there in the kitchen
in the dark
in the middle of the night
eating
and you had also thought of going for a midnight snack
so when you turned on the light,
and saw him there
you lost your shit
He won’t let you live it down
But he does apologise if he does it accidentally and it nearly gives you a fucking heart attack.
Yoongi
He would do it accidentally the first time
that’s right you didn’t read that wrong
Once he sees how easy you are to scare,
he really enjoys frightening you
Wether it be just popping out of nowhere
pranks
watching a scary movie
he does it because you always cuddle him for comfort
or anything really
he finds great delight in scaring you
small scares
especially if it means cuddles afterwards
Soft boi just wants to cuddle
but if the scare is too big then he’ll be apologising and giving you kisses too.
Hoseok
Honestly…
when you’d get scared
you’d scare him with your own screams
our little terrified sunshine
but thats always by accident
His scares wouldn’t be anything big
just likes to startle you is all.
with back hugs
appearing from behind a corner unexpectedly
But if he gives you a scare worthy of a heart attack (and he also doesn’t have his heart jump out of his chest)
then he will apologize profusely.
Once making sure you’re alright, he will burst into laughter
Feels good to not be the one who’s scared for once
does it Hobi
Namjoon
He scares you when he just breaks something out of nowhere
at first something was just working perfectly
the next it’s broken
it especially scares you if it makes a loud noise when he breaks it.
One time was using the blender and somehow the lid just flew off
letting all of it’s contents onto the two of you
it scared the shit out of you.
So much so that you dropped the pancake batter in the bowl you were holding
He’d laugh at your reaction after checking if you were okay
in a loving way
I mean
with all the batter covering both your faces it was kinda hard not to
Occasionally, he will give you scares after seeing how easy to frighten you are
totally how I see him reacting to the mess he created.
Jimin
He wanted to prank you one day
it was a simple prank really
Just startling you
But when you fell on your ass that was not the reaction he had been expecting
“Oh my god Jimin, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“I’m so sorry Jagiya.”
But he continues doing it anyway
And enjoys it
You do not
Every chance he gets, he will scare you
Doesn’t regret is a single time
Even when you hit him with the lid of a pot one time
Makes sure to run away after scaring you ever since then
Then the soft and sweet side of Jimin would come cuddle with you and apologise
Because you give him the silent treatment
Taehyung
He wants to watch horror movies with you
but he doesn’t know that you can get scared so easily
he begs you to see it with him
when you finally accept to watch it with him, he is so happy
he just thought you’d like to see a movie with him
and don’t get me wrong
you do
It’s just… not this theme in particular
When the first jump scare appears, he doesn’t even flinch
you on the other hand practically pounce into his lap
he finds it adorable
He hugs you throughout the rest of the movie tho
If you can’t sleep later on because of how scared you are
he comforts you and tries to distract you from what you’re scared of
lmao, when he didn’t even flinch on James Corden’s game, Flinch
Jungkook
One night he’d had to stay longer for practice
and forgot to tell you about it
when he arrived home
you were in your room chilling
Jungkook had forgotten his keys at the studio and his phone had run out of battery
so he had no way of telling you anything
It wasn’t the first time he would be late so you didn’t mind that part
But when he got home he had no way of getting in
so naturally he went from the window
now it was late so Jungkook assumed you would be asleep
The scream that you let out
He swears he hasn’t heard right since then
He jokes about it nearly every day
Also gives you little scares and does not say sorry
• Out of all the members, Jin is the most forgiving mafia member
• He serves as a getaway driver and doesn’t often participate in the actual violence (but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how throw some hands)
• When he’s around you, you almost forget that he is in a whole mafia group
• Because he’s just a dorky sweetheart
• You get sad when he gets called in to work all of a sudden
• And you have to move around a lot because you can’t risk being found
• But Jin always let’s you know how much he appreciates you sticking around
• He is very in love with you and had no second thoughts about wanting to be married to you
• He knows it can be dangerous for you but he has sworn he’d never let anything happen to you
• You get reminded here and there just how powerful he really is
• Like when you got followed on your way home
• He had stopped the guy and told you to keep walking
• So you kept walking
• Even when you heard the gunshot
• And soon Jin had caught back to you and was back to his smiley self
• You know his job isn’t sunshine and rainbows, it dangerous and violent stuff
• But you love him, and you know that he would never hurt you
• Jin would do anything to make you smile, and wants to spend the rest of his life with you
Namjoon
• He is the smartest man on the team
• And therefore, he is the leader.
• Your love story is not an easy one
• Namjoon pushed you away once he realized he loved you, because he knew he’d be endangering your life by associating himself with you
• So he ignored you and told you to leave him alone
• But you persisted because you loved him
• And Namjoon finally allowed you into his heart
• And now you’re married :)
• He’s so soft for you
• Under all that intelligence is just a dork, a crab-loving dork
• He’s so sweet and caring
• Overprotective
• The kind of person fight a chair because it hurt you when you bumped into it
• Makes you a priority to the gang and makes it very clear that if anyone hurts you, their last minutes on earth will not be pleasant
• Despite the fact that he is a mafia leader
• He is very sensitive
• Namjoon never thought he’d be able to love
• And now that he has you, he will do anything to keep from losing you.
• And destroy anyone or anything that tries to take you away.
• (That sounded yandereish oop)
Yoongi
• He’s a well known leader with a reputation for being level-headed, calm, collected and most importantly, ruthless.
• Nobody dares to mess with Min Yoongi.
• But when he’s around you..
• He let’s a completely different side of himself out
• The gummy smile, sweet, caring side of himself
• If he hadn’t told you he was in the mafia, you never would have thought he was
• He behaves like he couldn’t hurt a fly
• However, he has his moments that reminds you of his status
• For example
• He is incredibly protective
• But its mostly due to the fact that he’s afraid that there may be another mafia group that want to use you to get to him
• So when someone checks you out, flirts with you, etc.
• Yoongi is there to talk them right back into their place
• And if his words don’t work, then he’s got other ways to make sure they leave you alone for good.
• He’s so good that no one dares mess with Min Yoongi’s team. And they sure as hell, do not mess with Min Yoongi’s s/o
• The minute anyone tries to bring you harm in any way, shape or form
• Yoongi will make sure they’ll never see the light of day again
J-Hope
• A true mastermind and great with weapons
• Has a intimidating and composed aura when he’s working
• But around you, he’s a completely different person
• He’s happy and cheerful and not at all someone you would expect to be apart of the mafia
• Which is what made you so shocked when you found out
• But somehow, you still loved him. And he quickly fell for you
• There’s one word to describe this man
• Loyal
• He will make you feel like you are the only thing that matters to him
• Because in reality, you are
• He as has to give up a lot to be doing what he does
• But you are one thing he could never lose
• He can easily become violent against others when he thinks they might be up to no good
• Someone once tried to lead you away from him while he was distracted
• And he didn’t hesitate to pin the man up against the wall when he finally turned around and noticed
• “Touch them again and I swear you’ll become the dirt i walk on”
• Despite these moments when you see him as the person he is for the mafia
• You’re not afraid of him
• Because Hobi is truly in love with you, and would never dare to bring any harm to you or let any harm be done to you.
Jimin
• Jimin is a smooth talker
• He is often sent undercover because he has a way of talking people into giving him exactly what he wants
• He uses his words to manipulate, deceive and control
• But when he’s with you, he uses his words in the sweetest and most charming ways
• Jimin proposed to you because he is constantly in danger and wanted to know that if anything happened, you would have been together until the end
• He loves you and this worries him to death because he knows that you are his weakness and a main target for anyone who wants to harm him
• He often wants to know where you are in case of an emergency
• But you understand because you knew what you were getting yourself into falling for a mafia member
• You’ve had people follow you and even try to attack you
• But Jimin has always gotten rid of them before they could do any real harm
• He even bought you a cute little guard dog (and by little I mean a huge mastiff)
• He spoils you tons
• Especially when he’s been away for a while
• Everytime he goes onto a mission, the only thought he has is that he has to make it out alive for you
•There’s nothing he wouldn’t risk for you
Taehyung
• Has a trigger happy persona
• He’s impulsive, spontaneous and careless
• If someone needs the job done by force, Taehyung is their guy
• A person like this can’t be afraid to lose anything since they’re constantly putting their life on the line
• Then he met you
• And for the love of god he couldn’t understand why you chose him
• Even after he told you all the bad things he’s done
• You still loved him
• And he fell for you with every bit of his being
• Around you, Taehyung is just the husband you know and love
• He’s silly, charming and loving
• But can also be teasing, sexy and seductive
• Taehyung seems very carefree when he’s with you
• But in reality he’s always worried that something will happen to you
• So he’s very protective and tries to watch over you as much as he can
• He also begins to watch over himself and becomes more precise and organized to keep himself from dying
• He never saw himself getting married, it was an unreachable dream until he met you
• And if anyone ever did try to pull something funny on his spouse..
• Taehyung would bring it upon himself to make that person’s remaining life a living hell
Jungkook
• The team’s assassin
• He’s hawk eyed and possesses superhuman aim
• And the physique to take down enemies in hand to hand combat
• He is smart, manipulative, and cunning
• But when he’s around you, you remember that he’s just a boy
• He’s super protective of you and extremely loyal
• Living as a mafia member, he lives every second as his last
• So he always spends his time with you to the fullest
• He’ll take you on fun dates, tell you how much he loves you
• Bully and tease you only to attack you in kisses afterwards
• But he will watch you over you like a personal guard
• He took you to a party once and saw a man slip something into your drink
• You had to pull him away when he shoved the man up against the counter and pressed the barrel of a gun to his stomach, telling him he had five seconds to explain himself
• Jungkook isn’t afraid to put anyone in their place when they come after you
• Or put his life on the line to protect you
• And certainly wouldn’t hesitate to end someone else’s if they dare to lay a hand on you
“I should be the one in there.” Jin said as he rubbed his temple, nurses walked back and forth in the hall. “I was the one driving the car, I didn’t see the other car coming. I wasn’t paying attention, I didn’t stop. It’s my fault that we wrecked. But why am I sitting in the waiting room without a scratch, while Y/N is having surgery? It’s not fair, it’s not fair.” He muttered while shaking his head back and forth. Namjoon put a hand on his back in comfort.
“Maybe this is for the best-”
“How?” Jin snapped while raising his eyes to look at him in betrayal.
“..if you could let me explain.” Namjoon continued slowly. “They said Y/N’s surgery should go fine. They’re being taken care of, they’re not even awake right now. They’re at peace. Imagine if they were the one sitting here in the waiting room, and you were the one in surgery. They would be worried sick about you, probably feeling just as bad or even worse than you are now.” Namjoon said as Jin’s gaze relaxed, going back down to the ground. He thought about this for a long time, finally letting out a sigh as he settled back into their chair. “You’re right. At least they’re not worried right now. I’d rather be the one with all these thoughts instead of them.”
They sat in silence for only a couple seconds before the doctor came back out. Jin stood up immediately wanting to hear what he had to say.
“The surgery went well and Y/N is in recovery. We’ll have to keep them here overnight so that we can keep an eye on them, but they should be okay to go in the morning.”
Jin wanted to drop to the ground in relief. “Can I see them?”
“You may.”
The first thing you saw when you woke up was Jin, his head leaning on his arms and staring blankly at the wall. When he noticed you were awake, his head shot up as he looked you over.
“Y/N! I’m so sorry I should have been more careful. But you’re awake, I’m so glad you’re awake.”
Namjoon
“Please sit down and rest.” You said as you watched Namjoon pacing mindlessly around the room. He hadn’t stayed still since he came into the room and saw you. Namjoon obeyed and hurried back to your side of the bed, sitting down besides you. You closed your eyes to rest for a second, but you could feel his gaze on you.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked as you turned to face him.
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve just seen a ghost. Gosh, I know I got a bit scraped up but I don’t look that awful do I?”
“No! Of course not. You look as amazing as a human being can after being in a car crash.” Namjoon smiled jokingly, but it was quickly replaced by his distressed expression. “I just got worried is all. Your car was so wrecked when I got there I just thought.. well that..”
“Hey.” You cut him off. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it.” You reached out and put your hand on his cheek, he melted into your palm as his eyes closed. “I just got a few cuts and bruises, nothing that won’t heal with time. I’m okay Namjoon, I’m here.”
He let out a sigh and put his larger hand over yours. “I am so afraid of losing you.”
Yoongi
“Are you related in any way to the owner of this phone number?” An unknown voice asked Yoongi. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why this person had your phone. “Yes, I’m their boyfriend. Why? What happened to Y/N? Why do you have their phone?”
“I’m sorry sir.. but they’ve been in an accident. I already called the ambulance. You were under emergency contacts on their phone and I thought you should be informed.”
Yoongi’s heart dropped to his stomach.
“Sir?”
“What’s the location?”
After getting the name of the hospital you’d be taken to, Yoongi immediately left his studio and rushed to go see you. By the time he got there, you’d been pulled into surgery and all he could was wait. When he was told he could see you, Yoongi practically ran into the room. His hand instinctively went up to his mouth when he saw how bruised you looked, a deep cut above the arch of your brow that had been stitched, and a cast around your arm. He sat down slowly besides you as the doctor explained to him that your arm had been broken in the accident and you’d need to stay in the cast until it healed. Yoongi couldn’t take his gaze away from you, as if he looked away you’d disappear. He reached out, taking your good hand into his own. He felt the warmth of your skin, reassuring him that you were alive and that you would be okay. Then he took a seat and laid his head down on the bed besides you, and waited. After nearly dozing off himself, Yoongi felt you stir. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was your boyfriend, staring at you with a look of pure relief in his eyes.
“Y/N, you’re awake.”
J-Hope
This poor sensitive boy gets worried enough as it is, so you could only imagine his reaction when he was informed by the hospital that you had been pulled into emergency care. The members all went with him to the hospital, as he was in practice when it happened and he hadn’t been able to stop the tears from coming. Now all they sat, awaiting the news as the doctor assessed your injuries. Hoseok’s heart just about jumped from his chest when the doctor approached him and told him he could come see you. The members decided to wait, he was the only one who stepped into the room. A wave of relief came into him when he saw you were awake, rushing to your side to ask you how you felt. You smiled weakly when you saw him, reaching out your hand which he immediately held. You could tell he’d been crying.
“Hobi. You’re here.”
“What happened Y/N? I’m so sorry. I should have.. should have gone to pick you up or walked you home or something, anything”
“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault. I’m okay now and that’s all that matters.” You said as he looked you over, you seemed fine aside from multiple scratches and bruises. You had a bandage wrapped around your stomach and ribcage area. The surgeons had removed a large piece of glass that had been lodged into your side after the collision, the doctor said that you were lucky it missed any important organs.
“I’m guessing my car is pretty wrecked.” You sighed. Hobi shook his head at the fact that you were worried over your vehicle.
“A car is replaceable. But you, you’re not. I am just happy to see you here, because I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you for good.”
Jimin
You were supposed to walk to the practice room to go out to eat with Jimin, but he called you to cancel. He explained that he wanted to practice for his upcoming performance, and you told him that he was overworking himself. But he told you that he wasn’t and he was fine, and he was going to keep practicing. Now he was sitting in the waiting room hating his guts. If he would have just gone with you, you wouldn’t have gotten in a car to go home, and you wouldn’t have gotten into the huge car collision on the highway. Jimin saw so many other people sitting in the waiting room, all with the same expression as him. He saw people get called in, some of them left with looks of solace and others left crying. He was afraid of which one he would be.
When he was finally called up to go see you, a look of relief and fear washed onto his face. You were conscious when he walked into the room, and Jimin couldn’t stop the tears from coming anymore. He sat down at your side and looked you over as the doctor informed him that you had whiplash and had been treated for internal bleeding, but if you took it slow the next couple of days you would be okay.
“Jimin, why are you crying?” You raised your hand to wipe his tears, and he held onto it in comfort.
“I should have gotten out of practice when you told me.”
“Hey.” You said firmly. “You will not blame yourself for this. This is not your fault. Accidents happen and what matters is that I’m alive and I’m going to recover. So please don’t cry.”
Jimin looked down to let out the rest of his tears, unable to tame his emotions at seeing that you were alright. After he collected himself, he looked up to meet your eyes.
“I’m so glad you’re okay. I wasn’t there for you today. But I promise you I’ll be here for you all night, and for as long as I can be.”
Taehyung
You were just trying to get home before you got soaked in the rain. You were sprinting, and you had ran confidently into the street as you hadn’t seen or heard any cars. But you hadn’t predicted that a speeding driver would have swerved around the corner directly into you. You were lucky that a pedestrian had seen and called an ambulance, or you weren’t sure how long you would have been laying out in the rain collapsed in pain and unable to move.
You felt like you had been asleep for days. But even then, your whole body ached in exhaustion when you finally came through. You thought about opening your eyes, but you were just so tired. And the bed you were in was so warm, maybe you could sleep a little longer.. then you heard a voice.
“.. I already called the other members. They said you’d be okay, and I think so too. You broke a rib.. the person that hit you. What piece of shit. He just hit you and ran. How could he have left you there after hitting you with his own car..” You recognized the voice as Taehyung.
“Huh?” You asked, barely even a whisper. Taehyung jumped about a foot in the air in surprise, then looked up to see you were looking warily over at him.
“Yes.. am I in the hospital?” You asked while looking around.
“Yes. But thankfully you’re alive and you’re going to recover. And we’re doing our best to figure out who hurt you so they can face the consequences.”
Jungkook
You blinked multiple times to adjust to the hospital lights after you woke up. You looked down when you felt something warm leaned against your side. Jungkook’s head rested on your arm, slouched onto your hospital bed, sound asleep. You carefully slipped your hand out from under him as to not wake him, slowly running your fingers through his hair. This caused him to stir, his eyes slowly opening before widening when he saw you were awake.
“Y/N! You’re up! Are you okay? How do you feel? Does anything hurt? Do I need to call the nurse?” His questions all came slipping out at once. You smiled slightly, your throat felt dry but you managed to speak anyways.
“I’m okay. What happened?” You seemed to remember a car accident but that was the only kind of knowledge you had about why you were in the hospital.
“You got into a roll over. It was pretty bad and the car doesn’t seem like it’ll be able to get repaired. Doctors said they don’t know how you got away with only a couple minor injuries, you might be sore for a while, but other than that you’re perfectly fine.” Despite having woken up, he seemed tired. He mustn’t have been sleeping well since your accident.
“I’m sorry.” You muttered, still dazed and tired. Your whole body felt heavy, like it weighed a hundred more pounds.
“Why are you apologizing? I’m just happy you’re okay. Try to get some more rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“What about you?” You asked. “You look tired..”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay as long as you are.”
Request: Hey ho, so that your requests are open, could you please write a reaction where y/n wants to play Pokemon Go with the boys? I think it would be cute how they walk around the city to find Pokemon uwu
Jin
You spent a long time trying to explain how to play Pokemon Go to Jin, but after a lot of wasted poké balls and running around, Jin seemed to finally have gotten the hang of it. Maybe… a little too well. He seemed to be blessed with running into all of the good pokémon and always capturing them without wasting too many poké balls. Meanwhile, you were not only running low on supplies, but constantly bombarded with pidgeys and caterpies. You had both gone out on a walk to catch pokémon when he realized that you were being pouty and unenthusiastic.
“What’s wrong my Y/N?~”
“My pokémon team is much worse than yours and I’ve been playing longer..” You muttered. Jin grinned when he realized that’s what had you so down.
“Never fear! I am here to teach you all of my pokémon trainer ways so you can become as great and talented as I.”
Namjoon
The people on the beach gave you and your boyfriend weird stares as you ran down the beach cheering.
“Lapras! Lapras!” You chanted as you both raced down the sandy shore to capture the rare pokemon. Even Namjoon, who was normally occupied searching the sand for crabs when you went to the beach, was racing alongside you smiling like a kid. You both stopped, staring at your phone screens and trying desperately to catch the pokémon. It took you a couple of tries and some of your strongest poké balls, but you pumped your fist in the air when you finally captured the Lapras. Namjoon gained ahold of it soon after, and he gave you a big hug out of excitement. You both jumped around cheering for your win, when Namjoon accidentally dropped his phone. Before he could reach down to grab it, the ocean current swept the sand and swallowed the device. You both screamed, Namjoon ran into the ocean with you following close behind. He ducked down elbow deep in the water, desperately feeling around on the sandy bottom as you helped him look. You looked up when you heard him let out a sigh of relief. He stood up and showed you the phone, who’s screen was still on, showing the captured pokémon.
“It’s a good thing I invested in a waterproof case.”
Yoongi
“I don’t understand what’s so fun about it.” Yoongi said in an unamused tone as you dragged him down the mall by the hand so you could go catch a pokémon. “You need to play it to understand!” You insisted, deciding to install the app on his phone after you caught your pokémon. After you made your catch, you asked for his phone and downloaded the app on it. You walked him through all the basics, and although Yoongi still seemed unenthusiastic, he caught all of the pokémon with you on the rest of your shopping trip. Once you were leaving the mall, Yoongi suddenly stopped and hesitated.
“Ah.. hold on a second. There’s a machomp back that way. Let’s go catch it?” He asked, blushing slightly. You smiled, knowing he’d warm up to the game.
“I’ll race you.”
“You’re on.”
J-Hope
“Where were you??” Your boyfriend asks worriedly as you step inside after disappearing from the house for a couple minutes. He pouts as you slip off your shoes. “I came down to ask if you wanted to watch a movie and you were gone!”
“I’m sorry Hobi, I was just out uh.. checking.. the sky.” You said sheepishly. He stared at you suspiciously, looking down at the phone in your hand. He gasped. “You were catching Pokémon without me!”
“No I wasn’t.” You lied. Then your phone buzzed, signaling a pokémon was near. You stared at each other for a while, and then you were both racing to get your shoes on.
“You won’t be a better trainer than me!”
“Just wait until I catch a Mewtwo, I’ll end your whole career”
Jimin
You dragged your feet along the ground, tiredly sitting down next to Jimin on the bench. He was slumped back into the seat, his chest raising and falling. You two had been running around all of the city and city parks collecting a bunch of pokémon, you were absolutely exhausted and the heat wasn’t helping.
“Maybe we should call a taxi.” Jimin suggested, his brow slick with sweat. You nodded in agreement, panting and fanning your hot face with your hand. Just then your phones buzzed. You both checked your phones, gasping and yelling out in sync. “Chansey!”
You looked at Jimin, who looked right back at you. “… the taxi can wait right?” He asked. You nodded, and then you stood up and started to run off to catch Chansey with Jimin hot on your heels.
Taehyung
“Psst.” You whispered. Taehyung looked up from his plate of food as you nudged him with your elbow. The members all continued to chat, not noticing you two had been distracted.
“There’s a mewtwo outside.” You said in a hushed tone. Taehyung gasped and immediately stood up from the table, causing all of the members to look at him. “I am sorry my brothers, but duty calls to us. We will be back before dark.” Taehyung announced in a monotone voice as if he were reading a script. Then he grabbed your hand and you both ran down the hallway to get outside, laughing the whole way. The members all looked at each other in confusion.
“That was really.. sudden.” Jimin said. “What do you think they’re doing?”
“Oh, we know.” Jin said while wiggling his eyebrows. Namjoon punched him in the shoulder which caused him to pout, all while you and Taehyung ran through the yard like kids.
Jungkook
You had the sensation that someone was watching you. After laying still for a couple minutes and debating whether you should open your eyes or not, you finally decided to take a peek. You slowly opened your eyes and came face to face with your boyfriend staring right back at you. You yelped in surprise and sat up, your heart pounding.
“Oh good! You’re awake!” Jungkook got up and started to put on a pair of slippers, nudging another pair towards you. You looked at the time, 4 AM.
“Jungkook what-” You started but he had grabbed his phone and was already heading down the hallway. “There’s a Snorlax outside!”
Without another word, you slipped on your shoes and ran after him. The two of you didn’t sleep after that, but you sure did catch a lot of good pokémon.
Note: This is very angsty, mentions of death and coping
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His eyes open. He feels something weighing down on him, stopping him from moving. He stares at the ceiling, then looks over at the bedroom window, there’s no sunlight pouring through the curtain. He cant move his neck, shifting only his eyes over to the clock on the bedside table. The blue digital numbers reading 2:30 AM. Hoseok closes his eyes, hoping that he’ll just drift off to sleep again.
“Hobi? Where are you?”
Hoseok’s eyes snap open at the sound of your voice coming from somewhere downstairs. His eyes move to the bedroom door, his chest swelling with excitement. Finally, you’re home. He knew that you would come back. He tries to grip onto the bedsheets on either side of him to lift himself up, but no matter how much the muscles in his arms and hands tense, he can’t close his fist. He can’t move, like cement has been poured through his veins. He hears what sounds like your keys being set down, then hears you moving around as if searching for him. “Hobi?”
Hoseok tries desperately to yell out for you, but he can’t open his mouth. Instead he lays there with his chest heaving and his lips quivering, only managing small whimpers between his pursed lips. The footsteps start to get closer, and Hoseok hopes that you’ll find him and help him. Hoseok’s breath gets faster and heavier as he tries again to sit up, the footsteps arrive at the door and the knob slowly starts to turn. Hoseok is suddenly torn from his trance, his skin stings as if someone has thrown cold water onto him. He quickly sits upright, gasping for air and taking only a second to collect himself before he runs towards the closed bedroom door. He throws it open, hoping to see you on the other side, but instead he is faced with the empty hallway. His chest rises and falls as he stands there a bit longer, the darkness staring back and silently mocking him. Then he slowly starts to step backwards, until his thighs hit the bed and he falls back onto it. He spends the rest of the night with his head in his hands.
—–
“It happened again.” Hoseok says as he pulls out one of your jewelry boxes from the dresser, brushing off the thin layer of dust that has began to form. He hadn’t touched your things since you’d passed away.
“The sleep paralysis?” Yoongi’s voice asks from the other end of the phone.
“Yes.” Hoseok rubs his eyes, which are tired and swollen from multiple restless nights like the prior one.
“I think we should go see a doctor if they don’t stop. Maybe some sleeping meds will help.” Yoongi suggests. Hoseok nods as he examines the jewelry box, he’s been going through the things you left behind after the members suggested that getting rid of some of the clutter would help him be at peace of mind. Instead, he had found himself getting lost in the memory of every object. He opened the box and let out a sound of surprise when a piece of paper fell out, slipping past him and settling on the ground. He picked it up as Yoongi asked what he found on the other side of the line. Hoseok unfolded the paper, and the first line he read was “To My Hobi,” written neatly in your handwriting at the top of the page. He could hear your voice clearly in his head as he read it again, closing his eyes briefly to collect himself.
“I’ll call you back, Yoongi.” He didn’t wait for a reply as he hung up and continued to read the letter.
To My Hobi,
Hey, it’s me, Y/N. I am writing this letter as a precaution, because I do not seem to be getting better. I feel weaker each day, and spend more time asleep than awake. This was just supposed to be a cold. It wasn’t supposed to be this bad. I won’t tell you that I wrote this letter, because I know that it would hurt you that I am thinking like this. I am not saying that I will die, but I am just being prepared. I know that if you need to, you will find this letter.
If you are reading this it means that I have already passed. I cannot even begin to imagine how you are feeling or how you are taking this, since it hurts to picture such a beautiful soul like you having to deal with such a terrible situation. I am sorry to part with you like this, I am sorry that I left before you. But I want you to know, how much I truly love you. You embodied the word perfection and basked in all of its glory, and not a day goes by that I do not call myself lucky to be able to call you my husband. It is okay to be sad, it is okay to cry, it is okay to miss me. But please promise me that you will learn how to smile again. Please promise me that you will continue to live, and that you will not be afraid to love again. You are too great of person for me to not let go. Other people deserve to know Jung Hoseok, and other people deserve to feel the way you made me feel. Please continue to share your gift and your smile, with the world. You were my hope and sunshine, even in these last painful days. But at least now you will remember me as I was, and I will live forever in your house of memories. I love you. I will always love you. So please, smile for me.
Sincerely, Y/N
The paper was stained, it looked as if a tear had dried on it before. And now there was a fresh tear falling directly next to it, the paper shaking slightly in Hoseok’s hands. He set the paper down and settled his back against the dresser as he allowed himself to cry, letting his grief out in loud sobs. Perhaps he had been doing this all wrong. He could not forget you, no matter how hard he tried. Which is what he had been trying to do, because he thought that if he could erase all the feelings you’d given him, the pain would become enough to bare. But instead of treating you like a memory he wanted to forget, he should have treated you as a cherished recollection in his heart. For you, he’d build a palace in his house of memories. After he had calmed down enough, with his eyes puffy and his nose bright red, he called Yoongi back. He told him everything, and later that night, Hoseok went out to eat with the members for the first time since you’d passed away. Hoseok finally smiled again, and laughed. That night was the first night that he finally slept through.
Request: BTS dating a gymnast with a type of hurt and comfort after she/he hurts themselves and cant perform yet (can range from a sprain or broken bone)
A/N man i wish i posted consistently, sorry for the wait I hope that you at least enjoy the writing :(
Jin watched as your skate glided over the surface of the ice, carrying your weight along into a graceful spin. He could never get tired of watching you, the talent you possessed for the sport was astonishing to him. You picked up speed as you aimed to do the finishing twirl, but once your skate lifted off the ice you felt a sharp pain in your ankle. You lost your balance as you tried to stop, and ended up falling and skidding onto the hard and cold surface of the ice. You felt your shoulder hit first, and then your head. The impact caused such a shock in your mind and body that you didn’t know what was happening until you heard Jin’s voice. Your eyes hazily looked around until you located his face, he was asking if you were okay.
“I think so..” You muttered cautiously, not exactly sure what had happened. But your ankle hurt, a lot. You suddenly became panicked, what if it was sprained? You had important events coming up, this couldn’t happen right now. The rest of the day was a blur, but by the end of the night you were heartbroken to hear that you would have to stay off of your ankle for a while. Jin was there the whole time, and now held you as you got ready for bed.
“This couldn’t have had worse timing. Maybe I’ll feel better, then I can go skate despite what my doctor said.” You nodded.
“Oh no you don’t. I will personally hunt you down if you even try to go out there before you’re fully healed.” Jin frowned.
“Bet.”
“Don’t try me Y/N, I have enough arguing with Jungkook. I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of and thats final.”
“But Jin..” You sighed deeply. “All these events are coming up and I need to be able to do them. I need to get back out there.”
“The rink isn’t going anywhere. But if you keep forcing yourself, it’s going to get further and further away. So just let me take care of you, and don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
Namjoon
He was there when you hit your head on the ice, and he remembers the awful gut feeling he got when it happened. He was just grateful that you were going to be okay, but you on the other hand, were beyond disappointed. You had a competition coming up, and it was a chance for you to get recognized. This was a huge opportunity, and you were going to have to sit it out. The doctor told you it was unclear when you’d even be able to get back onto the ice, it all depended on how fast you healed. You’d hit the ground so hard you’d needed stitches, so your hopes were pretty low. But after seeing Namjoon’s worried face, you were just thankful to be in great condition and recovering after a fall like that.
You laid with your head on his lap as he mindlessly rubbed your shoulders, his eyes on the television. He looked down at you and noticed that you were deep in thought. “Everything okay?”
“I wish I could skate.” You said. “I’m so stupid, I’ve done that trick a million times. Why did I have to fall that time?”
“Life happens, it’s not your fault that you fell. But the most important thing is that you’re okay, and you’ll get back out there. But please, be more careful next time.” The nervousness in his voice saddened you. You knew that even if he didn’t show it, you had really given him a good scare.
“I promise I’ll be more careful.” You said, closing your eyes to rest.
“Thank you. I know you have the potential to be an amazing athlete, and you will get recognized some day. So don’t lose hope.
Yoongi
Injuries are apart of the sport, Yoongi knows this. But that still didn’t stop him from being worried sick when you came home with a fractured knee after a fall on the ice. He was upset that the hospital hadn’t called him, but you explained to him that you told them not to so he wouldn’t worry while working.
"Next time call me, I don’t care what I’m doing, if you’re hurt I want to know.” Yoongi said after he picked you up from the hospital and you explained your injury to him.
“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to worry you..” You gave him a faint smile as he helped you inside the house, now that you were no longer on your feet but instead on a pair of crutches. Those crutches were a painful reminder that you wouldn’t be back on the ice anytime soon.
“I’m serious Y/N, it could have been more serious. Then what would I have done? I wouldn’t have known until I came home and didn’t find you.” He continued to nag you as you slowly made your way down the hall, just wanting to lay down and sleep and not think about any of this. He continued to scold you until you were on your bed, and only stopped when he noticed the tired look on your face. He went quiet, noticing the way your lip quivered.
“Sorry.” You muttered again, trying not to let him see your urge to cry. Yoongi suddenly felt incredibly bad for being so stern after you’d just gotten hurt, coming to your side and sitting down besides you. It was silent for a second, then you sniffled and Yoongi’s arm wrapped around your shoulder.
“No I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t be nagging you like this. I just got worried.”
“It’s okay. I’m worried too.” You looked down at the ground, trying to avoid looking at the cast on your knee. You were scared because of how many athletes hadn’t returned to their sport after a knee injury. What if it didn’t heal? You’d be put off the rink for good. Without ice skating, well, you weren’t sure what you would do.
“.. you know, not a lot of people can heal with just a cast.” Yoongi said. “You told me that the doctor said you don’t even need surgery. This shouldn’t have happened, but it did. But at least you are going to heal better than most.”
You hadn’t even really considered that. The doctor had said that you wouldn’t need surgery, so maybe your chances were better than all those other athletes before. After letting this sink in for a while, Yoongi kissed the side of your head and got up to get pillows and blankets so you’d be as comfortable as possible when sleeping.
“Let’s get some rest, you must be tired.”
J-Hope
Hoseok noticed the change in your behavior almost immediately after you had gotten injured. You had been so happy and enthusiastic about your upcoming trip, but now you had gotten quiet and diffident. He tried to cheer you up with jokes and gifts, but that could only do so much.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked you suddenly, causing you to look up from the book you were reading. He read the question mark on your face and decided to elaborate. “What are you thinking? You seem so quiet lately.”
You shrugged a shoulder, placing the book down as he came to sit next to you on the couch. Your ankle was propped up, wrapped up in a cast as it had been for the last couple of weeks. “I’m wondering when I’ll be back in the rink. If I will..” You trailed off at the second part of your words.
“Don’t think like that.. remember what the doctor said. It will heal and you will get back on that ice rink. Don’t lose hope.”
“I’m trying not to.. but every day I don’t get back on the ice is another day I’m losing time, skill, practice. I feel like once I heal, I’m going to get back on the ice rink and not even know what to do.” Your eyebrows furrowed with sadness.
“Everyday you’re here is a day you rest until you can get back up there. No great athlete comes out on top without a bump along the way right?” He asked. You hesitated for a second, and then nodded. “You’ve been a great skater from the start. You’ll pick up right where you left off, because it’s in your blood. Don’t worry, I really do believe in you.”
You thought about his words for a while, your eyes glued to the cast on your ankle. And suddenly, it didn’t seem like a terrible cursed object as it had the past few weeks. It was just a cast, just until you got better.
“You really are my hope.” You said, smiling shyly.
“Aw shucks, stop. I’m blushing.”
Jimin
Jimin was beyond worried when he came home and didn’t find you. He called out your name, searched the house and even thoroughly checked to see if you were huddled under any sheets. When he didn’t find you, his feet led him instinctively out the door and towards the ice rink where he had watched you practice countless times before. He raced into the stands and saw some people skating, scanning their faces but none of them were you.
“Jimin?” You asked.
Jimin’s panicked face turned to you, sitting in the stands with your arm still in it’s sling. He let out a sigh of relief, running his hand through his hair before sitting beside you. “You scared me Y/N. I thought you..”
“You thought I was skating against doctors orders?” You raised an eyebrow. Jimin twiddled his thumbs.
“As much as I wish I could.. I know it’d only delay me more.” You sighed and leaned back, watching in envy as one of the skaters twirled gracefully on the ice. You wished you could trade places with the people on the ice right now, but you were stuck in your own body Your own body, with your broken arm. You should be relieved that it was your arm and not your leg, but that still didn’t mean you could skate. The doctor had ordered you to stay off the ice, as your balance would be off and the chance of falling would be greater. You wouldn’t want to cause more damage and stay out of the rink even longer.
“Cheer up. You’re going to get back out there in no time, and when you do, you’re gonna destroy the rink.” Jimin grinned, and you glanced over at him. His goofy smile was hard to resist, and the edge of your lip upturned in a smile.
“Destroy? This isn’t wrestling, Jimin.”
“Aw you know what I meant. Come on let’s go get something to eat, its cold here.” He stood up and held his hand out to you. You looked at it, back at the skaters, and then finally sighed and took his hand with your good arm. He kissed you on the cheek, leading you away from the ice rink you hoped to be back on soon.
Taehyung
“Look Y/N look! Yeontan can play dead!” Your boyfriend grinned as he showed off Yeontan’s new trick, hoping to get some sort of reaction from you. You watched as Taehyung pointed a finger gun at Yeontan, yelling ‘bang!’ and causing the ball of fluff to roll over rather lazily and put his head on the ground, remaining motionless. Then he promptly got up to eat the treat from his owner’s hand, who was looking up at you for approval.
“Pretty cool right?”
You have him a small smile with what little energy you had left. “Cute.”
Taehyung frowned at your lack of enthusiasm and walked over to the bed you were in, curling up besides you. You flinched, looking down at the cast around your ankle.
“I know you’re discouraged.”
“Discouraged doesn’t even began to cover it..” You sighed as he pressed his lips to your forehead.
“It’s going to heal. Athletes get hurt all the time, do they just stop playing? Of course not. They wait, they recover, and they came back stronger than ever. You’re going to be okay.” Taehyung said.
“Penny Hardaway never got better..” You muttered stubbornly.
“Penny Hardaway had multiple knee injuries and surgeries.You have a sprained ankle.”
You let that sink in for a while, laying there in Taehyung’s arms. Finally after a couple seconds of silence, you felt some sort of relief at your boyfriend’s words and sighed.
“Okay. I will keep telling myself that.”
“And if you ever forget, I will be here to tell you it all over again. Every step of the way.”
Jungkook
“… would you like some?” Jungkook offered you his carton of banana milk, a rare gesture coming from him. But your appetite was nonexistent the past couple of days, so you shook your head no. He retracted his arm, looking down at the ground in thought and wondering how to make you feel better. You glanced over at him, he looked completely zoned out with his big doe eyes staring widely at nothing. You couldn’t help but giggle, which caused him to snap out of his trance and look up at you.
“What?”
“Nothing.” You smiled, looking away. He tilted his head so that he was back in your field of vision, staring you down with his chocolate brown eyes. “You know you can talk to me, Y/N.”
“I know.” You sighed, stretching your arms before looking down at your knee, wrapped in it’s cast.
“Tell me honestly kook, do you think I’m going to ever get back on the ice rink?”
“Is pizza amazing?” He asked, answering your question with a question.
“Depends on who you ask.” You said.
“Wrong. The answer is yes, the answer is always yes. Anyone who says otherwise deserves to perish.” He scoffed, feeling proud when he saw the hints of a smile on your face again. “But truthfully, I think you’re going to heal and go right back to ice skating. I won’t say it’s going to be easy, because it probably won’t be. And that’s okay. I’m going to be here through every painful second of it, and I will be here until it’s no longer painful. You will get better and go back to being the amazing skater you are, but you just can’t give up.”
Hearing something so profound come from Jungkook, who isn’t one to be so earnest, was comforting. Probably the most comfort you’d had had since your injury. You looked up at him, holding your arms out and signaling that you wanted a hug. He quickly got the message and pulled you into his embrace.
summary: Your crush on Namjoon isn’t even that big. You don’t think he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever met, your eyes never follow him across the room, and you definitely don’t pay attention to the way his thighs look when he wears those jeans.
rating: M(18+)
tags: sorta unrequited-ish not really though hehe, friends to lovers au, smut but also fluff at the end, dirty talk, namjoon uses baby and sweetheart, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, kinda possessive joon makes an appearance, cum eating, choking but not really, that is probably all
wc: 6.4k
notes: my longest fic to date !! i hope you enjoy :-)
You’re not really sure what you’re doing here, your intentions are fuzzy but you know one thing for sure; Kim Namjoon makes you dizzy, makes your head spin.
These days, you can’t go twenty minutes without thinking, ‘I wonder what Namjoon is doing’ or ‘did Namjoon eat today?’ It’s almost pathetic. Scratch that, it is pathetic. Namjoon was introduced to you at the beginning of your freshman year in university by your first on-campus friend, Hoseok, as his lifelong best friend and confidant. Namjoon made the world’s best first impression on you, he was so smart and so humble and once you heard it, you couldn’t get his laugh to stop replaying in your head. Your small infatuation, if you can call it that, for Namjoon quickly turned into a pretty sizable crush, unable to remember a time where Namjoon wasn’t always on your mind.
That’s how you find yourself here, at that small gathering that Namjoon and Hoseok were throwing in their apartment. Through Hoseok, you made many of your close friends, namely Seokjin, who was a graduate student at the same university. It was Hoseok who invited you, but Seokjin had begged you to come, claiming something about these years being your prime and whatnot. Half convinced and half desperate to see Namjoon, you came but still, you don’t know why you’re here. It’s not like you coming would make any kind of dent in Namjoon’s evening. He’s always been a popular guy on campus, constantly surrounded by people, they seem to flock to him and his blinding, dimpled smile. So when Namjoon walks up to you and Seokjin with an extra drink in his hand, you have no idea how to react.
a/n: hello yes 911? i would like to cRY about this damn fucking ask because how on earth am i supposed to choose between these i’m in tears aaaaa this is an absolute mess i cannot function at all this is far too much to handle too many body parts i am a tiny human being
“But it wasn’t that you necessarily regretted sleeping with Hoseok. No, you very much enjoyed it—maybetoomuch—which is why it was wrong. So fucking wrong.”
[rich boy!hoseok x reader]
genre: country club!au, smut, slightly angsty, some fluff
word count:12.8k
rating:mature
warnings: sex. lots and lots of unprotected sex lmao (please use protection), slight rough sex, some jealousy, rich prick asshole jung hoseok, mentions of alcohol, language, golf terminology (i’m sorry if it’s wrong idk anything about golf LMAO) oblivious mutual pining lol
a/n: omg this fic absolutely consumed me these last few weeks. i haven’t been able to think about anything else, which is why i haven’t been super active lol. so glad i finished this before the upcoming valentine’s holiday and hobi’s birthday <3 loved writing this so much! rich asshole hoseok has my heart. xoxo
You have never felt more flustered in your life.
It’s the summer after your first year of college, and you decided to come home—to spend a little time with your mother and her new husband. Well, more like she begged you to come home. You actually wanted to visit your roommate’s family on the coast, and spend your days at the beach, but your mother insisted that you come home instead.
Now that you are home, she doesn’t even have time to spend with you. She and her husband are too busy vacationing; that should’ve been you. You can’t even bear to look at your roommate’s Instagram account. And worse of all, your mother signed you up for a job you did not consent to.
“You did what?”
Your mother blinked back at you, feigning innocence. “I heard from Mrs. Lee—you know, our neighbor down the street that attends the local country club—and she said that they were hiring for the summer. You know how rich people love their golf and fancy dinners.”
“And you just decided to volunteer me?” You couldn’t believe her. “I don’t want to work at some prissy country club.”
“Weren’t you just complaining about being broke last week?” She really did not need to expose you like that. “This’ll be good for you, honey.”
Thus, you found yourself standing in front of the country club not even a week later. They hadn’t even asked you to do an interview; you just talked to a manager on the phone and she said for you to just come in. Honestly, too suspiciously easy but what could you do about it? Your mother had been right—you did need the money.
When you arrived, you were immediately whisked away into training. There, one of the girls, Soyoung, fitted you into the uniform—a plain white polo and khaki shorts—and told you what you’d be doing here.
“So, there are a lot of different areas here,” she began, “as you can see from how big this country club is. So, you might find yourself working in different areas occasionally…but for now, you’re going to be on the course with the drink cart.”
Soyoung explained that as the drink cart girl, you’d be driving a golf cart around while handing out beer and other drinks to the golfers on the course. It seemed easy enough, except you’d never driven a golf cart before…or tried to sell people something. However, Soyoung assured you it was easy.
But that was about an hour ago. Since then, a lot has happened. You managed to get the golf cart to work, but it is considerably different from an actual car. The forward/backwards switches were tripping you up. Because of that, you already knocked over a display…or two.
Which leads you to your most embarrassing moment.
For some reason, you forgot that being back in your hometown means the possibility of running into people you went to high school with. The thought just didn’t seem to come to mind. Being off at university has made you forget about all of those idiots you used to be around every day. Until now, when you bump into one of them. Literally.
You really hadn’t seen him behind you; then again, you weren’t looking, which was probably not the greatest idea. But you blindly backed up and hit him. Not that you were going fast or anything, but he did cause an outburst.
“Oh my—fuck! Watch where you’re going!”
Horrified, you press onto the breaks. Turning around, an apology begins to fall from your lips. “I am so sorry. It’s my first time—”
“Y/n?”
You freeze at the voice; it sounds awfully familiar. Blinking a few times, your eyes focus on the person in front of you. And your stomach sinks. Standing in front of you is none other than Jung Hoseok—the last person you ever expected to see again.
He must see the recognition fill your eyes because he instantly smirks. “Wow, it really is you. It’s been a while, huh? Haven’t seen you since graduation.”
An awkward laugh passes through your teeth. “Yeah…it really has.”
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” his smirk seems to widen, and his eyes travel down to your clothes. “You work here or something?”
“Yeah…just started today, actually.”
He nods appreciatively. “Nice. Well, I’m here almost every day, so, I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”
I hope not. “Sure.”
Just as Hoseok opens his mouth to say something else, someone calls his name. He looks away from you, and that’s when you finally allow yourself a moment to look at him. For the first time, you realize how long a year is and how much change can happen in that time frame. Even though it irks you a bit to think about, he looks really good—even in his damn polo and khakis.
You take in the curved slope of his nose, the way his brows are perfectly arched to match his equally perfect eyes. And you’re almost blinded by his pearly white smile. Perhaps, Hoseok has always been attractive—dark, windswept hair and all. You’ve just never wanted to admit it; even after that one—
“Catch you around, y/n,” he suddenly says, and that’s when you realize he’s caught you. He smirks and shoots you a wink as he walks away, leaving you to mentally kick yourself alone.
***
In high school, you and Jung Hoseok were in different crowds. He was preppy and popular—kind of snooty, to be honest—and you were just normal. Not popular, but not a complete wallflower either. Despite not being in the same circles, you both had a few classes together; which meant that you knew each other decently well. At least, you knew enough about Hoseok that you wanted nothing to do with him.
Except for that one, momentarily lapse of judgment, your conscious suddenly reminds you. But you’d rather not think about that right now.
Another thing about Hoseok that you knew of was his background; he came from money—a lot of it, actually. You don’t know exactly what his family does, but they’re those old money types; the kind of rich people that have been rich forever. Which helped to explain his popularity in high school, and how he had a country club membership now.
You wished you knew that before you got the job here.
As you drive around the golf course, feeling more comfortable driving the cart now, you may or may not be on the lookout for Hoseok. Now that you know he’s here, your eyes seem to search for him everywhere. And it’s not because you want to see him; you want to avoid him, if possible.
It’s not until you’re halfway through the course that you see him with a group of other guys, which—to your displeasure—are also people you went to high school with. It’s fitting though, you presume, considering they were all close then as well.
You don’t know anything about golf, but you watch as Hoseok lines up his club to the ball. He swings only once, and the ball flies. You follow where it goes and watch as it hits the grass and rolls right into the hole. His friends cheer for him as he turns around with a smug look on his face. “And that, everyone, is how you fucking do it.”
“Nice, man,” one person—who you recognize as Jeon Jeongguk—says, moving to pat him on the back.
“The motherfucking GOAT,” another—Kim Namjoon—laughs.
“Maybe you should just go pro or something, dude,” the last guy says, and you recognize him as Kim Seokjin. “Because you’ve hit an ace, birdie or eagle at every hole.”
Hoseok laughs at that. “Maybe I’m just lucky today.”
“Dude probably just had good ass last night,” Namjoon smirks. “So, who was it?”
“A gentleman does not kiss and tell, my friend,” Hoseok winks, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at the banter between all of these men. Disgusting. “But if you really want to know…”
“Not you trying to get Hoseok’s sloppy seconds,” Seokjin speaks directly to Namjoon. “Because we all know how that went the first time with—”
“It wasn’t my fault Katie caught feelings,” Hoseok interrupts, walking back towards the rest of his friends. “I told her it was a one-time thing.”
Jeongguk struggles not to laugh as he moves up to line his club and ball. “And then you introduced her to Namjoon.”
“And she used him to get closer to…” Seokjin starts to say, but then he notices you. You’ve never seen someone straighten up so quickly. “How long have you been sitting there?”
“Long enough,” you say as three pairs of eyes turn to look in your direction as well. “Um, drinks?”
“Took you long enough to get here, y/n. I was starting to wonder when you’d arrive,” Hoseok takes a step in your direction, and you watch as the rest of the guys do a double take.
Namjoon is the first to speak, “Ah…y/n. Yes, I remember you…we had chemistry together, right?”
“Oh my gosh, you were in my calculus class!” Jeongguk exclaims, golf club still mid-air.
“I don’t think we had any classes together,” Seokjin says with a pout. “Because if we did, I would’ve remembered you for sure.”
For some reason, you feel your cheeks get hotter. “Um, thanks?”
You can tell they want to say more to you, but Hoseok shoots his friends a look you can’t see, and they close their mouths immediately. Turning back to you, he takes another step close to your golf cart. “A beer for each of us.”
“Aren’t you all underage—”
“No one cares here, y/n,” he cuts you off with a smirk. “Besides, Seokjin’s father owns this country club—we can do whatever the fuck we want.”
Shock passes through you at this news, mouth dropping at the realization that Hoseok and his friends might be more privileged than you originally thought.
“And we don’t usually have to pay for anything, but”—he fishes for something in his pocket— “here.”
You look down at his extended hand, where a crumpled 100-dollar bill sits, and practically gawk at it. Who carries such large bills around so casually? “What—?”
“Keep the change,” he stares you right in the eyes, and you have no other choice but to accept the money.
“Thanks,” you manage to say before reaching around to grab four beers from the cooler.
As each bottle is plucked from your hands, Hoseok is the last person to grab his; and the way his fingers accidentally touch your own seems like no accident at all. Although it was only for a few seconds at most, his touch leaves your skin burning. Burning for what? You don’t know; but it lingers the rest of your shift in a way that is so distracting, you nearly hit someone else with the golf cart.
***
“So let me get this story straight, you saw a guy you fucked for the first time in a year and now you don’t know what to do with yourself. Worst of all, his presence at your new job is going to be the death of you.”
You cringe at your roommates’ words. “God, why do you have to say it like that.”
“I mean, that’s who he is right?” her voice echoes through the screen.
She’s not wrong, but it still doesn’t sit right with you. “When you say it like that, it’s just weird.”
“Y/n, you act like you haven’t fucked other guys before.”
“Yes, but what happened with Jung Hoseok was a mistake,” you breathe. “It was never supposed to happen.”
Her pixilated expression softens upon seeing your clear distress. “I understand, babe. We all do things we regret.”
But it wasn’t that you necessarily regretted sleeping with Hoseok. No, you very much enjoyed it—maybe too much—which is why it was wrong. So fucking wrong. It wasn’t like he coerced you into that bedroom; you willingly followed him inside. And you can’t even blame it on the alcohol because you had been as sober as the day you were born.
It was graduation weekend, and everyone had come out to celebrate. You really didn’t want to go, but some of your friends forced you. Just enjoy the time we still have together, y/n, they had said. Ironic, because you no longer spoke to any of them.
Around the fire, behind the massive patio of someone’s house, drinks were poured and passed around. Even though you held a red solo cup in your hand, the murky liquid didn’t draw you in; you hated the way alcohol tasted back then. Still kind of do. But you simply pretended like you were enjoying yourself.
Every single part of you wanted to leave early that night, but you didn’t. You ended up staying because of Hoseok. It was something about the way he carried himself at that bonfire that night. Before, you never saw him as anything more than a spoiled brat; however, the flames of the fire seemed to soften him before your eyes. Because before you knew it, Hoseok pulled you away from the stares of everyone else.
You don’t even remember what happened—what you two talked about or didn’t talk about. But something happened before he kissed you. Unfortunately, it’s all a blur now.
After swelling your lips with, what seemed like, a thousand kisses, he told you he wanted more;and you told him yes. The memory of him rushing with you through the house and into a vacant room still burns hotly in your mind. You had been giddy with nerves and excitement as he pushed you against the closed door, sucking the air from your lungs.
Hoseok ripped your clothes off with practiced hands, clearly experienced with this, and made you come undone more times than you can recall. Throughout this whole exchange, not much was said; but no words were needed when he could read your body so well.
The both of you ended up falling asleep like that—tangled in each other’s arms. And when you woke up a few hours later to the rising sun, horror filled your veins like a shock of ice.
You left without saying anything. Not that you think he would’ve cared either way. Jung Hoseok seemed like he would be used to stuff like that.
You just never thought you’d see him again one year later.
But here he is.
***
During your next few weeks at the country club, you try your best to avoid Hoseok.
This, however, proves difficult to do since you can hear his laughter echoing everywhere. From the hallways to the range, you can’t seem to escape him at all. And it doesn’t help that his friends all seem to be around too.
Every time you catch even the smallest glimpse of him, you turn in the opposite direction. You aren’t sure if he can tell that you’re avoiding him or not, but you don’t care—you just want to get this summer over with already.
“Y/n!”
Turing in the direction your name is being called, you see Soyoung walking towards you. You offer her a tight smile, hoping she isn’t here to tell you that you’re in trouble or something. “Soyoung. What’s up?”
“Do you mind helping me clean up a little by the pool? I know you just got done on the range, but a girl called out and I could really use the help.” She gives you this sad puppy look, which means you can’t refuse her offer. So, begrudgingly, you follow her back outside.
In the hot summer sun, the large crystal blue pool looks like temptation. Soyoung notices your face and laughs. At her laughter, you realize you’ve never seen the pool this close. You pass by the canopy lined pool lounge every day, but you’re not a maid here or on lifeguard duty so you’ve never had a reason to linger very long.
“Looks inviting, huh?”
All you can do is hum in agreement as you begin helping Soyoung pick up disserted pool towels and throwing them into the hamper. As you’re bending down to retrieve a particularly wet towel on the concrete, the hot sun beating down your back is suddenly gone. You look up and notice there’s a shadow blocking the sun—a suspiciously familiar shadow.
Immediately, your back straightens, and you turn around to face a shirtless Hoseok. His hair is wet from the pool, which means beads of water are cascading down his chest. You try not to stare, but he’s literally so close; there’s nowhere else to look. Your eyes follow the towel in his hand as he begins to dry himself up, going from his abdomen before they travel down to the dark trail of hair that leads to—
You freeze and force your eyes back up, but the smile on his face tells you that you got caught—again.
“Like what you see?” His smile seems to grow wider at your expression.
You scowl. “In your dreams, Jung Hoseok.”
He leans down, face inches from yours, whispering, “If I remember correctly, that dream already came true…one year ago.”
Before you can say anything, he stands back up to his full height and brushes past you—his naked skin burning holes through your clothes. Once he’s a few steps away from you, you realize his friends were also there the whole time. Embarrassment burns your cheeks at what they might’ve thought, but their expressions remain too ambiguous for you to read as they follow their friend.
“I didn’t know you knew Hoseok.”
Your head whips towards Soyoung. “I don’t…I mean, not really. We just went to high school together.”
But your coworker doesn’t seem to buy it. “Really? I’ve been working here for a few summers and those guys have always been around, especially because Seokjin’s dad is the owner. I’ve tried to make small talk with them a few times, but they’re pretty intimidating.”
“They’re pricks,” you tell her. “Typical entitled rich boys.”
“I suppose so,” she hums, throwing the last towel into the bin. “Anyway, can I ask for another favor?”
All you can do is nod. “What?”
“I have another thing I have to do,” Soyoung starts, making you realize she works pretty hard here, “so, can you put these towels in the laundry room? You don’t have to start a load or anything; just leave them and one of the maids will wash them later.”
She slips the laundry room key into your pocket, telling you to give it back to her later, as she rushes off to her next task. Which leaves you to find the laundry room by yourself. After nearly ten minutes of searching, you find it tucked in a small hallway.
Opening the door, you push the dirty towel hamper into the room. You look around and see multiple washers, dryers, and a lot of storage shelves filled with miscellaneous items. You’re so caught up in looking around the room that you almost don’t hear the door close. At the sound of the lock clicking into place, you turn around; immediately, your heart starts beating faster.
“What are you doing in here?”
Hoseok leans against the door, no longer shirtless like before, and smirks at you. “I was following you.”
Like that’s not weird at all. “Stalker much?”
“Just wanted to know why you’ve been avoiding me, that’s all,” he pushes off the door, taking a step closer. You unconsciously take a step back, hitting the hamper.
“I haven’t been avoiding you,” you lie.
He just blinks at you. “You’re a bad liar, you know that?”
You’re shocked that he can read you so well. “Okay, so what if I am avoiding you? It’s not like you should care. Just leave me alone.”
For a brief moment, something passes over his eyes; but the emotion’s gone before you can think about it. “I don’t think I can do that.”
“What?” Now, it was your turn to blink rapidly.
Hoseok takes another step towards you, severing whatever distance there had been before. His arms move to cage you between himself and the dirty hamper. Slowly, he leans down, making sure not to move his eyes away from yours. “I can’t just leave you alone—not when you’re the only thing on my mind.”
“What are you trying to say—” his hand wrapping around your jaw shuts you up.
“To put it simply, I can’t stop thinking about you—about that night after graduation,” he says, eyes swirling with a darkness you know all too well.
“But that was a year ago,” you manage to say through clenched teeth, and he loosens his grip on you.
His signature smirk lights his lips. “So?”
“I was drunk,” you lie again. “I don’t even remember what happened.”
“So, you’re telling me you don’t remember this?” One hand curves around your hip. “Or this?” Another wraps around your waist. “Or this?” He plants his lips onto your jaw.
You release a harsh breath as the memories of that night come flooding back. Heat begins to pool in your stomach from his touch. As he peppers kisses along your jaw and down your neck, your hands move to fist his shirt. Just as a moan threatens to leave your throat, he pulls away.
Your lips part in indignation at the loss of touch, and Hoseok just smirks even wider. “I thought you said you don’t remember?”
“I’m going to kill you, Jung Hoseok,” your frustration is through the roof.
“Tell me you remember.”
Right now, there are two sides of you fighting. There’s one part of you that wants to tell Hoseok you don’t remember a single thing—that you really had been drinking graduation night. But there’s an even larger part of you that wants him so bad—to feel the same high you felt a year ago.
So, you settle with, “But I’m working right now.”
Hoseok’s eyes turn obsidian as his smirk drops. “I’ll be quick.”
He pulls you away from the hamper and pushes you, stomach first, against one of the washers. Suddenly, you realize what’s about to happen and you try to force the dopey smile off your face by biting your lip. In one swift motion, he unbuttons and pulls both your shorts and panties down to your ankles. By the sudden coolness below, you already know you’re soaking.
And Hoseok must realize this too because you feel him swipe a long finger over your folds. You instinctively jerk back, letting out a moan at the slight pressure. “Hoseok—”
“Fuck, y/n, you’re so wet for me already,” he groans, using a second finger against your wetness. He slowly rubs your clit and you can’t help but tighten your grip against the cool machine. “Wonder if you’ve been wet since we saw each other earlier.”
You roll your eyes. Typical, cocky Jung Hoseok. “Of course not, you douchebag.”
“I beg to differ,” he hums, inserting a single digit inside of you. “So tight—just like I remembered. Tell me, y/n, has anyone else had the pleasure to fuck your pretty pussy after me?”
His words cause you tense for a moment, before replying, “Yes, asshole. I went to college. What do you think?”
“I’m thinking that I’m about to fuck you so good,” he starts and finishes with a whisper, “that you won’t remember any of them.”
If you weren’t already turned on before, you were now. Hoseok continues to fuck with his finger, slowly adding a second one, edging you until you’re a panting mess before him. “S-Stop teasing—I thought you said you were going to be quick?”
“I will be,” he promises, and you can hear him pushing the waistband of his swim trunks down. You’re dying to see his cock again, so you turn and nearly drool at the sight of his angry red tip. For some reason, he looks bigger than you remember and that worries you a little. “What? Think it won’t fit?”
You raise your eyes to look at his, and he has the sexiest expression on his face you’ve ever seen. “No. It fit before, right?”
He licks his lips as he brings his cock close to your entrance, brushing his head back and forth against your clit. You turn back around, arching your back more in hopes that he’ll finally just stick it inside already. But before you can get too lost in the moment, you gasp.
“What’s wrong?” He actually sounds concerned.
“Do you have a condom?” you ask, facing him again. And by the pained expression on his face, he doesn’t. You let out a frustrated groan at getting all worked up for nothing. You’re about to reach down for your panties when he pushes you back into place. “What?”
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” you answer, “but the pill is only—”
“I’ll pull out,” he says. “And I’m clean, I swear.”
You look into his eyes and seeing the desperation in them makes you want to indulge him. “I’m clean too.”
Hoseok breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank fucking god.”
“You better pull out, or I swear Jung—”
You fail to get the rest of your words out because he slams his cock into you. And you’re right—he is bigger than you remember. He bottoms out at your cervix and you feel like a mess already. You both moan at the feeling of being connected like this again, after so long, and Hoseok keeps his promise and wastes no time.
He thrusts into you hard and fast, leaving you to do nothing but take everything he has to give. “Fuck, Hoseok—oh my god.”
Earlier, he talked about fucking your past sexual exploits out of you, but there was no need to mention anything at all; no one compares to him. They never had a chance.
“Shit, you feel so good wrapped around me,” he groans, digging his fingers into your hips.
And soon enough, you feel your orgasm approaching. It’s slow building, but it’s there and you want it. You figure you’ll just chase it yourself. Reaching a hand down, you find your clit and begin rubbing it. But just as soon as you feel yourself get closer to the high you desire, your hand is ripped away.
There is a sudden weight on your back as Hoseok whispers in your ear, “That’s my job, sweetheart.”
His fingers find your sensitive nub and you come immediately, screaming a string of curses into your arms in hopes that no one hears you. As you ride your high, you feel him pull out. With a groan, his cum spills all over your ass.
As you try to catch your breath and calm your erratic heart, you feel Hoseok pull his shorts back up and take a step back. All of the sudden, a strange feeling builds up in your chest. Is this what loss feels like? But you don’t have much time to dwell on your own thoughts because you feel a towel wiping your body.
You turn and see Hoseok cleaning the mess he made; but instead of looking down, he’s looking right at you.
“What?” you ask, sounding defensive.
“Nothing,” he says, and you hate that you can’t read people well. You wish you could know what he’s thinking right now.
After he cleans between your thighs, you pull your clothes back up your body. You still have a few hours left of your shift, so you hope you don’t look too much like a mess right now. Pulling your hair into a low ponytail, you feel awkwardness hit you like a truck. What are you supposed to say now?
“Uh…I have to go,” you can’t even look at him. “We have a meeting this afternoon…”
You don’t have a meeting, but you don’t know what else to say. But unlike you, Hoseok can take a hint and nods. “I’ll leave first…see you around…and thanks.”
He stares at you for a moment longer before leaving the room. You look out to make sure he’s a considerable distance away before you follow, ducking into the bathroom to check your appearance. Once you look into the mirror, you barely recognize the person you’re seeing.
The girl in front of you has flushed cheeks and sweaty hair.
You spend the rest of your shift daydreaming about what happened. In all honesty, your body aches in the best possible way. And even after your shift, once you get home and lay in your bed, you’re still thinking about everything.
Did you really willingly have sex with Jung Hoseok a second time? Once is a mistake, twice clearly means there was choice involved. What would your roomie say if she knew? You don’t plan on telling her—at least, not until you get back to school. If she knew you had succumbed to his charms this early in the summer, she’d chew you out for sure. Besides, you won’t let it happen again.
There will be no more slip ups this summer.
***
“Oh, fuck—yes. Rightthere…!”
You cling to the shelf as Hoseok fucks you from behind. Your legs feel impossibly weak from being in such an uncomfortable position, but you couldn’t care less right now—you just want to come.
“Don’t be so loud, sweetheart,” he groans through clenched teeth. “Don’t want to get caught now, do we?”
“N-No…but if you d-don’t make me c-come quicker, Hoseok…” you moan, and he proceeds to thrust faster. You don’t want to scream, but it just feels so fucking good for you not to. “I’m going to—”
Hoseok clamps a hand over your mouth as you come undone. Your eyes shut on their own accord as you scream into his hand, body shaking from the impact of your orgasm. He curses, probably from how tight you’re gripping his cock, but continues to thrust a few more times before pulling out and painting you in strings of milky white.
Once your body shops shaking, he pulls you up and presses a kiss onto your exposed shoulder. “You’re amazing.”
You can’t help but smile a little. “Thanks.”
The two of you quickly clean up and readjust your clothes. You’re supposed to be organizing after all—at the place you are working at for the summer—not fucking an old high school classmate. Hoseok leaves with a promise of finding you later, and you’re left alone with your thoughts again.
What just happened?
You really did mean it when you said that you didn’t want to have sex with Hoseok again, but here you are anyway. It’s already been a month since the first incident, and you’ve been sneaking quickies around the entire country club with Hoseok.
Every time you think you’re alone, he manages to find you and that infuriating smirk makes you helpless. You’ve lost track of how many times he’s already managed to make your panties drop. But even though he seeks you out for sex, every now and then he sticks around to have a conversation with you.
You feel your resolve crumbling away every time you get a glimpse of the humanHoseok.
“So, what are you studying in school?” he asked one day, settling beside you on the floor of the laundry room.
“Is it bad that I’m undecided?” You tried to laugh it off, but the sober expression on his face stopped you.
He shook his head. “No, you have time.”
And just like, all felt okay in the world.
“What about you?” you managed to ask.
The scrunch of his nose had been nearly undetectable, but you noticed it. “Business. My father wants me to take over the company one day.”
“And you don’t?” the question slipped past your lips without a second thought. You’d been horrified.
“I don’t mind business, but I don’t want my father’s. I’d rather start my own.”
This truth had been rather insightful, and you couldn’t help but change the way you looked at Hoseok—only a little though. You still thought he was an asshole.
After another moment pondering your idiocy, you go back to whatever you were doing before. Just as you place the last shampoo bottle on the rack, a knock sounds on the door. You jump, wondering if it’s Hoseok again; but when it opens, it’s just Soyoung. “Hey—you’ve been in here for a while. Almost done?”
If only she knew.
“Uh, yeah. Actually, just finished,” you try to smile. “Got a little distracted in here, I guess.” A little more than distracted.
Soyoung offers an understanding expression. “Feel that. These storage rooms can be a bit overwhelming.”
“Did you need something?” you ask, changing the conversation.
“I actually bring word from our manager. You don’t work tomorrow night, right?” Tomorrow is Saturday and one of the few days you actually have off this week. You’re dreading what Soyoung is about to tell you. “She asked if you could come in for a few hours—just to help with dinner. They’re expecting a big crowd tomorrow night since there’s a fundraiser happening during the day. It’ll be like three hours max.”
You think about it for a moment, rolling your lips between your teeth. Honestly, you don’t want to come in on your day off—who wants to work when they don’t have to—but three hours doesn’t sound so bad.
“Just three hours?”
Soyoung nods. “Just three hours. I’ll be helping with the dinner too, so we’ll get to work together. And afterwards, we can go to a party, if you want.”
That piques your interest, even though you aren’t one to go out often. “What party?”
“There’s a few houses on this property—they’re rented out to people who want to stay at the country club for an extended amount of time. And I heard from some of the other employees that a party is being hosted at one of the houses. Anyone and everyone is invited—even us.”
For some reason, you actually want to go to this party. Why? Maybe you just want to forget about Jung Hoseok’s charismatic smirk. A party should be a good distraction. So, you tell Soyoung that you’ll come work tomorrow and attend the party with her.
And the girl gives you hug, promising that it’ll be loads of fun.
You hope she’s right.
***
The next night, you arrive to work in a different version of your uniform. Instead of the usual polo and shorts the country club has you normally donned in, you’re wearing a long sleeve button up and black slacks. In your bag, you brought a change of clothes for later. Thankfully, you remembered to grab it on your way out. Imagine having to wear your server uniform to a party.
That would’ve been a social suicide.
You meet up with Soyoung for a few minutes before the dinner staff collects you all together. They debrief about tonight’s expectations and everyone’s roles. Next, they list all the jobs and when they call your name, you find out you’re going to be taking orders.
“Do I also need to bring the food out?” you ask.
One of the leaders shakes their head. “No, we’ll have people specifically there for that.”
After all the roles are established, dinner officially begins and you try not to look dumbstruck when you walk into the formal dining hall. This is the first time you’ve been in this room and it’s absolutely magnificent. You continue staring around for a moment before walking towards your section of the room—a row of tables by the window overlooking the setting sun.
You proceed taking orders from the first table—a family of four—and then the next—a group of six—before walking to a table that only seats two people. Probably a date. You barely look at the couple as you push a strand of loose hair behind your ear and pull out the notepad.
“Can I take your orders?” you ask, click your pen.
“Yes,” says a nasally voice to your right. You follow it, meeting the profile of a gorgeous girl. Long, silky hair drapes down her back in waterfalls and she’s wearing a tight pink dress. You think that she’ll turn her attention to you, but she doesn’t; she keeps staring at her date. “I’ll have the ratatouille. What about you, Hobi?”
Hobi? “I told you not to call me that, Nina.”
She pouts. “But you let me call you that when we were kids.”
“Yeah, we were kids then.”
You spare a look at Nina’s date and nearly falter when you realize who this Hobi is. It’s none other than Jung Hoseok himself. He’s wearing a fitted charcoal suit, hair slicked back slightly. Even from this view, you can tell his suit is expensive; definitely imported and tailored fitted to his body. Still, you can feel yourself salivating. The man looks like absolute sin, and you feel a sudden flash of jealousy because he’s on a date with someone else—someone he seems to know pretty well.
But you realize you have no right to feel that emotion at all. He’s not yoursto have. You both just happen to be sexually compatible. That is all. You two never talked about being exclusive. He is allowed to see other girls, even though the thought makes you feel a little sick.
Hoseok brings his eyes to yours, flashing you a smirk that has your knees weak. “Y/n.”
“You two know each other?” Nina asks, but your eyes don’t move from his.
“A little,” he says. That’s an understatement.
“We just went to high school together,” you add, playing along with his little game. “We weren’t friends though, just happened to be in a few classes together.”
Hoseok feigns hurt, bringing a hand up to his chest. “Can’t believe you think so little of me.”
“Oh, Hobi,” Nina interjects, her hand finding his on top of the table. You zone in on the touch, blood pressure rising when you realize he hasn’t pushed her away.
You try not to roll your eyes. “Yes, poor Hobi.”
When you turn back to him, he’s already looking at you. You stiffen for a second, wondering if his eyes have been on you this whole time. And by the scathing sensation you feel on the side of your head—Nina’s eyes, no doubt—you realize he probably has. “Um. Anyway, what did you want?”
He smirks again. “I’ll have the same, y/n.”
You quickly jot it down and excuse yourself before you start thinking too much.
The rest of your short shift, you make sure not to walk by Hoseok’s table again. Whenever you’re around him, you can’t think properly. He always seems to cloud your best judgment, which is why you’ve already been fucking him this summer. You allow work to consume you, which makes the time fly by. Before you know it, the three hours is already up and you’re headed to the bathroom with Soyoung.
“See? Wasn’t that bad, huh?” she asks from the cubicle beside you.
It was terrible. “Could’ve been worse, I guess.”
“I’m so excited about the party,” Soyoung changes the conversation. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a night out.”
You can’t help the next words that bubble out of you. “Why do you overwork yourself?”
Honestly, you didn’t mean to ask. After all, it isn’t your business to ask such questions anyway. Sure, you were curious about Soyoung but it’s not your place. You’ve been really testing boundaries recently.
“It just kind of happens,” she answers, which shocks you. Not the answer itself, but the fact that she even answered you at all. “I’ve been working here for so long, I guess I just can’t help it.”
“Well,” you sigh, “don’t overwork yourself. Live a little, you know.”
Soyoung laughs. “I’ll try.”
You step out of the stall first, moving to stand in front of the full-length mirror. Tonight, you opted for a flowy crop top and tight skirt. Not something you’d usually wear, but tonight’s different than most nights—you want to enjoy yourself. You pull your hair out of its tight pony, humming in pleasure at the sensation of your hair being free.
“Okay, I see you with the sexy hair.”
You didn’t even hear Soyoung’s stall unlocking or opening. Turning in her direction, you see she’s wearing something similar to you. Only, both her top and skirt are flowy. “More like messy hair.”
She laughs. “It looks good still.”
After running a hand through your hair a few times, and fixing your makeup, the two of you throw your bags into your respective vehicles and walk across the country club’s property. Not even five minutes later, you can hear music playing. Across the distance, you can see a massive house—no, villa—lit up with lights and people all over the place.
“Woah,” you breathe.
“Right?” Soyoung chuckles. “I told you this party was going to be it.”
“I thought you said it was going to be a house party.”
“It is?” She seems confused.
You shake your head. “Are all the houses on the country club property this big?”
Even in the dim lighting, you can see her nod. “I think so. Maybe not this big, but they’re all large enough to house multiple people.”
Damn. You wonder who’s renting this place for the summer. It’s huge, so there must be more than one person; maybe a family? Though, that seems odd since a party filled with young people is happening right now. However, you can’t even begin to fathom how much it costs to rent. How can anyone actually afford that?
But all thoughts of money fade when you actually reach the villa. You assume there’s mainly college-aged people here, though it’s difficult to tell age these days. Soyoung leads the way as you two maneuver past groups of people and into the villa itself. Once inside, you have to force yourself not to gawk at everything.
Grand doesn’t even begin to describe the interior. There’s so much to look at and before you can even begin to look at everything, Soyoung pulls you away. She finds the kitchen and hands you a drink from the cooler. You remove the lid and begin sipping, tasting the slight bitterness of alcohol on your tongue.
“So what do we do now?” You’re acting like such a noob.
Soyoung slants a look at you. “We mingle, maybe dance a little. Do you like dancing?”
You bite the inside of your lip. “Umm, kind of?”
Of course, you’ve been to your fair share of college parties—where dancing and drinking do not mix well. But you don’t mind it; you just don’t think you’re very good. You voice this thought out loud and Soyoung rolls her eyes.
“You don’t have to be good at dancing. You just have to do it. Usually, it comes naturally.”
You aren’t too sure about that statement. But as Soyoung pulls you in a new direction, away from the kitchen, you realize that you have no choice. In another large room adjacent to the kitchen, someone has started a makeshift dancefloor. The bass is booming against the wall and strobe lights illuminate the room.
Even though you’re struggling, Soyoung pulls you both into the middle of the room and spins you around to the music. “I can’t.”
“Sure you can,” she shouts over the music, proceeding to move her body dramatically. You can’t help but laugh. Shaking your head, you realize dancing really isn’t a big deal and you allow Soyoung to move you to the beat. And eventually, you can do it by yourself.
You close your eyes as you sway to the music, occasionally bumping into Soyoung on purpose. It even gets to the point where you feel comfortable enough to lift your arms into the air, which is something you’d never thought you’d do.
It’s not until a few songs later that you finally open your eyes. And when you do, you immediately meet his gaze.
A jolt of electricity goes up your spine at the look Jung Hoseok is giving you right now. He’s leaning against the fireplace in the room across from you, changed out of that expensive suit he was wearing earlier. Now, he’s only wearing the white button up—sleeves rolled to his elbows—and a pair of navy-blue shorts. In his hand he nurses a beer, and that’s when you realize he’s still with that girl from earlier.
You try to keep your expression neutral as you stare at them; but by the way Hoseok’s hard gaze morphs into something smugger, you know you’re doing a bad job at concealing your feelings.
Dammit.
You quickly whisper something to Soyoung about needing some air as you look for the nearest exit. Unfortunately, you don’t know your way around the house. You meander around for a moment before you find a door that leads to the backyard. Breathing a sigh of relief, you open the door and walk into the cool summer night.
There’s a pathway of rocks that leads to the dock of a body of water—a body of water that you didn’t even know existed. You aren’t sure what to call it; a large pond? Whatever it is, you take the pathway until you reach the end of the dock. There, you settle on the edge and stare at the murky depths.
Bodies of water like this were unpredictable. You had no idea how deep it actually was. It could seem shallow, but in actuality be sixty feet deep. For a second, you consider dipping your toes in; however, you decide against it. Who knows what’s in there?
You allow the echoes of cicadas and other small insects to fill your senses. Eventually, you even lay down on the dock and close your eyes, trying not to think too much about—
“What are you doing?”
Your eyes flash open. And as they adjust to the night, you make out Hoseok’s infuriating perfect face. He’s leaning over you, and it pisses you off that he looks good even from this obscene angle. “Go away.”
“Well, aren’t you grumpy,” he hums. “It seemed like you were having a great time shaking you’re a—”
“Hoseok,” you breathe. “Leave me alone. I don’t want to play your stupid games right now.”
He cracks a rare half-smile. “Who said anything about playing games?”
When you don’t answer him, Hoseok’s smile falls and he frowns. You don’t care what else he has to say; you really meant it when you said you’re not in the mood for him right now. However, the boy doesn’t seem to take the hint like he usually does. Because he settles right beside you on the dock, laying down so he’s now eye-level with you.
“You’re insufferable,” you roll your eyes, shifting away from him.
“That’s what you like about me.”
“Who said I liked you?”
“I think your actions speak louder than you think,” he says, sounding awfully calm right now, which is very unlike him. You have no other choice but to look at him. And when you do, your breath gets caught in your throat. Even in the darkness, his eyes seem to sparkle as he looks at you—so fucking intently like he’s seeing you for the first time.
You don’t like it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you force your eyes away, but his stare burns your skin anyway.
“You were jealous at dinner, weren’t you?”
The scoff that leaves your lips sounds beyond bitter. “No, of course not. Why would I be?”
“If you were jealous,” Hoseok begins, which makes your stomach churn, “don’t be.”
“Huh?” you ask, still not able to look at him.
“Don’t be,” he repeats. “Don’t be jealous of Nina.”
“I wasn’t jealous of—”
He cuts you off. “Don’t be jealous of her. She’s just a family friend.”
“But you two seem so close…”
Hoseok laughs. “I just entertain her because our parents have been friends forever. I’m pretty sure they want me to marry someone like her. I mean, she’s hot”—you suck in a breath— “but she’s notyou.”
Your eyes finally give him and meet his, and he’s still staring at you. “What’s that supposed to mean.”
As you both look at each other, you expect him to say something. But he never does. Instead, he scoots a few inches closer to you—so close your noses are almost touching—and runs his fingers through your hair. Weaving his digits through your still messy hair, he pulls your head towards his and your lips meet.
And underneath the moonlight, you allow Hoseok to kiss you until your head is dizzy and you have no choice but to let him consume you again.
***
The next morning, you find yourself wrapped in pristine white sheets that feel like silk beneath your fingers. But that’s not the only thing you’re wrapped in. A heavy arm is slumped over your waist and the body heat emanating from him sets yourself ablaze.
Last night, after Hoseok bruised your mouth and skin with his lips at the dock, you asked him why he was at the party.
“This is my house,” he said so casually, like it wasn’t a big deal at all. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets. “Well, my house for the summer at least.”
“You’ve been here this whole time?”
He nodded. “Our actual house is in the city, and I hate driving back and forth so much—especially since I’m here with the guys nearly every day. So, my parents decided to rent this.”
You didn’t know what to say. But you realized there was nothing that needed to be said because since this is where he was staying, it meant his bedroom was here too. You let him walk you back to the villa and up the stairs into his room, to which you had to text Soyoung and let her know you were headed home early. A lie. You told her you felt sick. Another lie. But she didn’t seem to mind. She had found a few other employees of the country club there and would walk back with them.
After losing track of how many orgasms he gave you, youth both shared a bottle of vodka he had stashed underneath his bed. And tipsy you had no inhibitions.
Every question Hoseok asked, you answered honestly.
“Favorite color?”
“Red.”
“Do you like working at the country club?”
“It’s a job.”
“If you could do anything in the world, what would it be?”
“Spend my life away on some island.”
He laughed. “Really?”
“Island life s-seems fun. It’s relaxing. You don’t have to worry about anything,” you slightly slurred your words. “You?”
“I think island life seems to be the move now.”
You both talked so much. About anything and everything. It reminded you so much of the first time you really spoke to him. Moments like this made Hoseok feel normal, which you don’t know how to feel about yet.
But one thing you realized you did enjoy was his laugh—his real laugh. Not the one he smirked with, but the one he gave when he thought no one else was watching.
You must’ve said something stupid—you honestly can’t recall it now—but when he doubled over in laughter, it was infectious.
The good thing is that you don’t have work today, which means you don’t have to rush anywhere. But you have a feeling that you’ve overstayed your welcome. You didn’t even mean to stay the night, but you’d been so comfortable in Hoseok’s bed that you fell asleep after all the conversations. It was probably the best sleep you’ve ever had.
You’re going to give the credit to Hoseok’s expensive mattress, and definitely nothim.
Though, you can’t deny how good it feels to have him spooning you. A part of you wants to stay in this bed forever, but that’s crazy talk—you shouldn’t have come into the bed with him at all. You keep telling yourself—over and over again—that you don’t want to fuck him again.
But you’ve been such a liar.
Now, you’ve accepted the fact that you can’t resist him. You know it’s just sex, but you didn’t want to get involved with him in the first place.
You take in a few breaths as you try to move his arm off of you. Hoseok shifts a little, and you risk a look over your shoulder. When your eyes take in his face, your heart stutters for a moment. With his mouth slightly parted and eyes still firmly closed, you realize that he looks so peaceful asleep. So vulnerable. You have to force yourself from touching him.
What the fuck, y/n?
Turning back around, you gently pry his arm off of you and pray that you don’t wake him. But all your careful maneuvering proves to be futile because his arm releases from your grip and moves back down to your waist. With a squeal, Hoseok pulls you back on his chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?” God, his morning voice is so hot.
“Um, leaving?” you sound like an idiot.
“Stay,” he breathes against the back of your head.
You want to. You really, really want to. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” he asks, snaking his arms underneath the covers to find you—skin still bare from last night’s activities. Your breath hitches as his fingers trail across your skin, each touch feeling like sparks.
“I-I have somewhere I have to be,” you stutter as his rough hand wraps around one of your breasts, squeezing tight. Your nipple hardens immediately.
Hoseok slips the covers off your body, exposing you to the cool air-conditioned room. And without warning, he moves on top of you and begins trailing his lips over your body. You notice that he makes sure to suck those bruises he left scattered across your skin extra hard, purpling them even more.
“Hoseok,” you try not to moan. “I really have t-to—”
His lips crashing onto yours shuts you up. You kiss him back forcefully, nipping his lips with your teeth and running your tongue across his. As you two battle it out, he settles in-between your thighs. Bringing a hand down your abdomen, it slides straight to your cunt—which is already drenched.
He hisses against your lips. “So fucking wet. Thought you had to go?”
“Shut up,” you moan as he runs a finger from your ass to your clit, swirling your juices everywhere. Involuntarily, your hips buck up when he slides a finger inside of you. He gently fucks you like that for a moment, leaving you writhing underneath him. “More, Hoseok—I need more.”
A wicked smile erupts on his face. “Are you going to beg for it?”
An incredulous expression lights your face. You’ve never begged in bed before, and you aren’t going to start now. However, the man on top of you is sure getting a kick out of this. Hoseok moves his finger slowly out of you, which agitates you to no end. If you weren’t so horny right now, you’d kill him.
“No,” you narrow your eyes, not willing to give in.
His finger stops moving. “A shame, really.”
You freeze. “What the fuck, Jung Hoseok?”
“I’m not doing anything until you say please,” he smirks, moving his upper body away from you.
Even though you’re pissed, you can’t help but drink in the Adonis in front of you. Like you, Hoseok is completely naked. Your eyes rake his defined muscles and his thick cock that’s already unbelievably hard. He’s hard for you. The fact that you turn him on makes you feel good—too good.
“Fine,” you shrug, and his smirk falls. “Just get blue balls then.”
As his body goes slack for a moment, you use the opportunity to slip from the bed. But you don’t manage to get very far at all. You probably only take three steps before his arm wraps around you and pulls you back to the bed.
You fall on your back, and Hoseok pins your arms on either side to keep you from moving. Still, you squirm—heart drumming in your chest at the look on his face. His eyes have turned black, and he looks like he wants to devour you. “I’m not begging.”
“We’ll see about that.”
With your arms still pinned, Hoseok lowers his body and your legs spread on their own accord. Fuck you, body. The movement makes him chuckle darkly and he begins peppering kisses along your thigh. Your breath hitches in your throat, which turns into a gasp when he suddenly bites down on your flesh. Not hard enough to draw blood, but it’s enough to be painful.
And as much as you hate to admit it, you like it very much.
Hoseok continues alternating between kissing and biting your thighs until you’re one-hundred-percent positive there is a pool of your wetness on the bed. You know what he’s trying to do and it’s working, but you don’t want to give in. And then he’s so close to your pussy, not even an inch away. You can feel his breath fanning you there. If you just move your hips a little…
“Don’t even think about it,” he moves his head away.
You release a groan of frustration. “Oh my god.”
“If you just say the magic word,” he taunts, lips now on your stomach. He moves low, but never low enough; never where you want him to go.
When he moves up your body, pressing chaste kisses on your nipples before latching his lips on your neck, you release a breathy moan. Hoseok lets out a groan from the back of his throat, hands tightening around your wrists. Fuck, why are the noises he makes even attractive? “Hoseok…”
“Y/n,” he’s still sucking on your neck.
This position, you realize, aligns him perfectly with your body. Again, if you were able to move just a little bit…but Hoseok’s weighing you down with his body, not allowing you to move at all.
“Hoseok,” you say his name again, but he doesn’t respond—he just moves his lips to your ear, nibbling on the sensitive flesh there. And that’s when you crumble. You can’t take it anymore. “Please…please just fuck me already.”
Simultaneously, he curses into your ear as he slides his cock into you. Too perfect—the way he fills you up is too perfect.
You expect Hoseok to fuck you hard, hips slamming into you, but he doesn’t. His thrusts are slow, but the way he hits your cervix has you nearly in tears. Fuck. He releases the hold on your wrists to grip onto either side of your face. With lips ghosting over yours, you tangle your hands into his dark hair.
Your breaths mesh together as he continues to fuck you with slow, measured thrusts. You’ve grown accustomed to the rough way Hoseok likes to fuck; but for some reason, you love this so much more. It’s intimate and makes your chest tighten in a strange way but feels so good you don’t want it to stop.
“Please,” you whisper against his lips again.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, rolling his hips in a way that has you arching off the bed. Yes.
“Just like t-that,” you say, slanting your mouth to mold against his again.
Your orgasm comes without warning; you moan into Hoseok’s mouth, gripping him closer to you and you ride your high. Through the haze of your earth-shattering orgasm, you hear Hoseok ask if he can come inside you. He’s always pulled out—even last night when he fucked you for hours. But right now you don’t care, and your answer comes in the form of your legs wrapping around his hips.
He kisses you hard and comes inside you a moment later. You’ve never let anyone else come raw inside of you; never trusted anyone else that much. And in that moment, a terrifying thought flashes across your mind.
I’m in love you.
The thought comes so suddenly, burns your brain so hotly, your body stills. Hoseok finally lifts off of you, eyes crinkling in concern. “You okay?”
You quickly try to shake the feeling away. “Um, yeah.”
“You sure? Should I not have come inside you?” he slips out of you, and for some reason you want to cry at the sudden emptiness you feel. “You’re looking pale right now.”
“No, it was fine,” you blink too fast, feeling tears begin to well in your eyes. Get a fucking grip on yourself. “I’m sorry, I really have to go.”
Hoseok doesn’t try to stop you this time when you move away from the bed. You find your clothes on the floor and slip everything back on without looking at him, even though you can feel his gaze on you the entire time. Not bothering to check your appearance, you grab your stuff and move towards his door.
“Y/n,” he calls your name, voice sounding strange, but you don’t want to look at him. If you look at him, you’re going to start crying. And that’s too embarrassing to explain.
You slip out of his bedroom and take the stairs two at a time. As you rush down, you run into someone. “Sorry—”
Looking up, you realize it’s Seokjin; he must’ve stayed the night. Even in your distress, you feel feverish wondering if you were too loud. However, he takes one look at you and stares like he has you all figured out. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.
“Did something happen…?” he asks, looking at the door you just left wide open upstairs.
“Don’t worry about it,” you quickly say, adverting your eyes and sidestepping him.
This morning, it’s much easier to find the front door. Just as you’re about to slip out, you hear your name being called again, heavy steps thundering down the stairs. Shit, shit, shit. You break into a run and don’t stop until you have no more air to spare in your lungs. Thankfully, you’re far enough from the villa and close to the country club.
Only then do you allow yourself to fall into the grass as the tears finally cascade down your cheeks.
You’re a fool, you realize. A fool to have fallen in love with someone like Jung Hoseok. Someone who will never feel the same way. Someone who just uses you for a good time. someone who you barely even know. Someone you never wanted to get involved with.
***
You call out of work the next week, claiming to have the stomach bug. But you don’t have the stomach bug; in fact, you’re not even physically ill at all. You just can’t bear the thought of running into Hoseok at the country club.
On the first day, you listen to your sad girl hours playlist on repeat.
During your second day of moping in bed, you half consider quitting your job. Would it be too cowardly? Maybe. Unfortunately, there’s only a few weeks left of summer and you doubt that you’ll be able to find another job.
When the third day arrives, you finally get out of bed and take a proper shower. You didn’t realize how much you needed it.
Your mom knocks on your door on the fourth day. You only know it’s her by the way she taps on your door rhythmically; she’s always done that ever since you were a child. When you don’t respond, she dares to crack the door open. Shit, you forgot to lock it last night.
“Are you feeling better, love?”
You don’t move on the bed, hoping your mother thinks you’re asleep or something. But despite you not moving, she still shuffles into your room and settles herself on the edge of the bed.
“Is this because I haven’t been spending time with you this summer?”
No, mom. It’s me. I fucked up. Although, I would appreciate it if you did spend time with me—like you dragged me here this summer to do.
“I’m really sorry, love,” she whispers, getting up after a moment.
Once you’re sure she’s by the door, you finally open your mouth. “It’s not because of you. It’s…something else.”
You hear her grab onto the door, but she doesn’t say another word before leaving you all alone again.
On the fifth day, the bruises that littered your skin finally start fading. Glancing into the mirror of your bathroom, you run your fingers along the—now greenish-yellow—hickies he left on your neck. Goodness, there were so ma
The water blasts scalding hot and fails to boil your marble skin. Often, you wish that it would sear the flesh, sizzle its way through the muscle, right to the bone where it melts the joints and marrow, reduces you to nothing but a carcass although such a term is quite accurate to describe you as you are now. A shell without a beating heart, inattentive to the one that trails at your heels like a shadow, just as dark and malicious.
Monsters and lovers are precisely alike, you see.
“Jeongguk,” is all that you breathe, and even the exhalation of his name is enough to lure the creature, the bathroom suddenly feeling too cramped. Slowly, you turn, and he is there, no misty glass separating heartless bodies, the shower door already having creaked open. The stench of copper is fresh.
“What’s wrong?” His dark eyes never stray from your own, do not seek solace in the swell of your breasts, nor the droplets that slip down the curve of your hip. Blood is gathered in the corners of his thinned lips, smeared across his jaw, painting the tips of his fingers as though he had them dipped between exposed intestines just moments ago. Such a concept would not be entirely surprising, he is becoming rather creative with his methods as of late.
“Kill me,” you try, but it never works, the answer already lifting in the arch of his left brow. “Don’t look at me like that. What’s stopping you?”
“Why would I make you, just to kill you?” Jeongguk remains indifferent, tongue burying into the scarlet honey residue that sticks to the grooves of his lips. “What a waste of all these years. I thought you were over such a childish perspective.”
Nails cut into a palm, thick ink dripping down the drain with the water and something in his expression falters. He hates to see you harm the flesh of your being so carelessly, though it is the simply mouthwatering perfume of your own blackened blood that has his pupils blown, attention scattered. A lightweight drunk, he collapses into the trap with full awareness that it is there.
“I thought you liked to give me what I wanted?”
At that, he takes a single stride forward and clasps at your bleeding hand, not minding the shower as it soaks the front of his charcoal shirt, pasting his raven hair against his forehead. His mouth is a ghost against your palm, unsure whether he is just being gentle or you are too familiar with him touching you like this, experienced enough in the art of ignorance to pretend that his hands and lips are air. Saliva gathers in your half moon wounds, the cells threading back together but a dull prick fourfold, Jeongguk observing the way in which the water droplets unfurl down your nose, cheeks, chin, all the while. His tongue drags all the way to the tip of your forefinger, coated in remnants of black before he drops your hand to hang loosely by your side. The wounds are healed but your situation never is.
“I don’t know what you want,” Jeongguk sighs, wipes water out of his eyes simply for movement, rather than genuine irritation. “You are more of a labyrinth than a monster. A puzzle. Unsolvable. Pain in my ass.”
“Pain in your ass, huh?” You repeat his words, and this time, you are the one clutching for his hand, pressing the fingertips right against the skin where on anybody else, a beat would drum. “Go on then, bastard. You know you can free yourself of such a burden by doing this, just push hard enough and you can rip my heart out. My ashes will wash down the drain.”
Though instead of commanding to the fruitless demand, his fingertips drift northward, trace a collarbone, over the pearl white scarring that his fangs drove through once warm skin, up and up until they can outline the shape of your lips and his gazes gathers something mildly akin to warmth, if it were not so selfish. Jeongguk tilts your chin and you let him, he dips his mouth and you let him, his tongue parts the seam of your lips and you let him, you let him, you let him, because you of all beings know that you can stop him – but he knows that you never will. He likes to think that deep down, the abomination that he created loves him, though maybe the miserable thing is just too tired.
A voice sighs into your mouth. “Don’t be so morbid.”
He tastes like a human freshly dead, the ashy smoke of your essence sucked between the fissures of his teeth for safe keeping because you always taste best to him. No palms roam your skin, no shirt falls to a sopping heap at your feet, no contact or intimacy outside of the connection of your lips barely moving against on another because no, that is not what this is for. Jeongguk kisses you as though he is searching for a truth or a hidden key that lays beneath your tongue, an answer that solves the one thousand questions that dwell within his mind because he is right in saying that you are a labyrinth, and he is damn well far from receiving the solution that leads to your centre.
Though, for the briefest of moments, you indulge him.
You know that he adores your fangs, honing a sick infatuation with the monster that resides in your stomach and reaps whole villages into a sea of scarlet, and so you let them slip out to graze at his bottom lip, to puncture and bring forth the acrid flavour of his soul. The reaction to this is absolutely startling, for he goes completely still, only momentarily, until the fingertips that had traced your lips draw away to delicately hold the side of your face, an action to possess – but you pretend that it is to caress and care. The tip of his tongue slips against your own, sliding across your teeth, purposefully impaling itself upon the tips of your canines so that more of his taste can coat the back of your throat. When you drop your walls for the slightest of moments, his blood tastes like oak and firewood, almost near pleasant.
It is not so bad. He is not all that bad. The thought tastes like acid bubbling on the tip of your tongue but you are beyond used to poisonous ideas and touches that feel like the edges of machetes.
When Jeongguk pulls away, rubies and ink freshly dripping down his chin, he leans toward you once more to lick up the mess that is already cleaning in the water. But he does it anyway, lidded gaze observing the dilated pupils that watch him placidly all the while. It is then, no longer than a brief second in time where the both of you observe up close, that the shower is hot against dead flesh, there is a flutter that brushes against your ribs from within. You are too inattentive to notice.
Summary: Today is supposed to be a peaceful day off, but when you find a pair of hands sticking out from underneath your car, it becomes all the more interesting.
Count:2,400+ words.
Note: Adapted from my old story of the same name. Not much has changed, I just liked this piece and wished to repost it!
A day off is well needed after six shifts straight, alongside a whole lot of homework from lectures that have kept you up until the late hours of the evening. Or more so, into the earliest minutes of the morning. So when you notice that your Thursday is completely free of absolutely anything at all, the sight of the blank space on your calendar nearly brings a tear to your eye, and you decide it can be the perfect twenty-four hours to treat yourself, to at long last, kick back and relax.
And what a lovely day it has been so far! You sleep in without any concern of an alarm, briefly waking only to roll over and drape yourself back into your sheets, welcoming another hour and a half of dreams. The sound of your roommate slamming the front door on her way out to one of her own tutorials has you decidedly getting up, taking your time to make toast, switching the kettle on to boil until you open the coffee jar and realise the dreaded fact that less than half a teaspoon of grains is found stuck to the bottom.
But no, nothing can ruin this day. So you butter your toast and shower, adorn your figure in a lovely, floral summer dress that you have not yet had the chance to wear, sauntering out the front door and into the student parking where your compact little car is blinking its lights in welcome as it is unlocked. You could have walked down to the cafe, less than a few blocks away, but you decide that once you retrieve your coffee, you should go for a drive down to the oceanside. Barely seven minutes has passed by the time you are zipping into a conveniently open parking bay on the street, directly parallel to the cafe, and you breeze into the atmosphere of coffee beans and warmed pastries, waiting in line with patience, no qualms to be anywhere else, using the opportunity to search up maps and scenic routes on your mobile.
The coffee is delightful, scalding hot when it reaches your tongue, but you cannot bring yourself to mind. Clutching at your cup of the roast, you hurry back across the street to your car, unlocking it with the button on your keys and eagerly about to jump into the driver seat with the interesting route you had discovered ready on your cell screen, until–
“Wait!”
The abruptness of the shout has you leaping back with a shriek, butterfingers allowing the biodegradable cup of coffee to clatter down onto the asphalt, the lid instantly popping off and leaking the steaming liquid across the bitumen. The sight is practically unbearable to witness, a moan of agony whimpering from your lips as you watch the rivulets of caramel brown spread in all directions, and then, you are seeing the pair of broad palms and slender fingers that are sticking out from beneath your car. It almost appears as though a dead body has been dragged underneath the vehicle, if it were not for the way that they defensively gesture, causing you to yelp and jump all over again.
“Oh shit, sorry to startle you!” The low voice travels from your toes and up your calves, curving around the shell of your ear and encouraging you, after a moment of hesitancy, to slowly bend and peer beneath the idle vehicle, avoiding the pool of caffeine that is already beginning to dry beneath the sunlight.
There, with his palms facing out to you in surrender, is a boy unfamiliar to your sight, though a delightful one in appearance at that. His hair is tousled dark chocolate, wide eyes akin a deer, rosy lips parted in surprise or awe, you are not entirely sure until they are suddenly spreading into a grin of pearly white bunny teeth at the very sight of you. He is very long too, the soles of his feet almost poking out at the rear to bask in the glorious sunlight, the remainder of his lithe limbs all bunched up, folded origami. A beautiful stranger, lying within the shadows, almost completely pressed against the engine of your car.
“What are you doing?” Is all you can muster, gaping with the remnants of the shock he had instilled in electricity sparking beneath your skin with his obtuse shout. Or possibly, because he is so handsome that you wish to shake the hands of his parents.
“Hiding,” the boy responds in an indifferent tone that is more suited to say just buying the newspaperorthe weather is nice today. You eye him from the peculiar angle, he horizontal and you not quite so until suddenly there are loud shouts in the distance and his face drains of its muted pink colour, a sheet of white casting over instead. “Quick, get under the car.”
You blanch at him before tilting your chin upward to where the commotion is arising. Two boys, who appear to be of similar age to the one taking refuge beneath your Hyundai, are hollering a name that you can barely make out coherently, assumedly belonging to the firm palms that are wrapping urgently around your ankles and– Hey, hold on!
“Jesus, just please get under the car!” The boy urges you, his voice strained and a little irate and although you do not wish to get your nice summer dress dirty, you find yourself completely yielding to this anonymous being. Within seconds, you are almost completely beneath the vehicle, but apparently your movements are not fast enough because his arm is looping as best it can in such a confined space around your waist, dragging you into his chest as the sound of four feet go thumping past, a trail of taunting laughter following in their wake.
“Ow,” you moan at the gravel grazes your elbows, the side of your thigh, pulling a face of distaste down at the already grimy material of your attire before you flit your eyes back up to the ones of the boy, unbelievably close. His arm is still firm around your waist, pressed near uncomfortably between the metal and your flesh.
“Sorry,” his apology feels genuine although the grin that it is whispered around. “Also, hello, I’m Jeongguk.”
“Y/N,” you breathe, disturbing a few loose hairs around your face and the boy now named Jeongguk watches them dance vivaciously against the flushed roses of your cheeks. His smile deepens, you pink further. “May I ask, other than the obvious, why on earth you are hiding beneath my car?”
Jeongguk sniffs. “Playing Manhunt with those two idiots who just ran by.”
“You made me spill my coffee,” you enunciate the words very slowly, “over a sillygame?”
“Well, how about this,” Jeongguk winces as he tries to draw his arm from around your waist, so you momentarily lay on your back for moveable space to be accommodated. Free, free, finally free, he wriggles and writhes until he can get his hand into the back pocket of his jeans, retrieving a small leather wallet. “I will take you out on a date, my treat.”
Choking on the limited availability of clean air, you cough at the complete bluntness, the sheer and utter confidence of this boy that appears to roll off him in tidal waves, and you are getting dragged out into its sea. “A d-date? You only just found out my name!”
“So? You willingly crawled under your car to lay with some guy who could have been a downright creep,” Jeongguk points out. The damn bastard has a point. “Plus, I like your freckles. You have ticked all the right boxes so far.”
Huffing, you watch him fiddle through the tiny plastic sleeves of his wallet. “The creep part is still valid until you prove me otherwise.”
“That’s cool, I can prove that wrong quickly,” he is grinning to himself, finally retrieving a perfectly cut white card and pressing it into your palm. “So, wanna make out?”
“See? You are doing a marvelous job of proving the creep part correct already.” You sigh, faux disappointed, staring down at the block letters and numbers that are inked in black on the paper. “Seriously? Is this a business card?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You look about eighteen.”
“Ouch, low blow.”
“Fine. Tell me why, you who is older than he appears, has a business card?”
Jeongguk continues to smile. Gee, he does that a lot, but you sure are not complaining. You want to see it across flickering campfires and reflected in bathroom mirrors and among tufts of white bedsheets. “To give to pretty girls like you while I am hiding underneath their cars.”
“You are absolutely enthralling,” you comment, a tentative smile itching at the corners of your lips while you tuck the card tightly into your palm where, later, you will discover how the ink has bled into the lines of your skin. “How long must we lay beneath here?”
“Until we have told each other our life stories,” Jeongguk waggles his eyebrows and you bark out a short laugh, which he believes sounds alike to wind chimes. “They will be running back past here any minute. So once they return and realise that I have vanished like the Houdini himself, we can get out.”
Your legs are beginning to ache and so you stretch them out, rolling the joints of your ankles. “Well then, you may as well tell me the life story.”
“Jeon Jeongguk, as you know, twenty years old–“ He ignores the pointed look that you gave him of see, I was not far off– “I study music at The Institute of The Arts. I grew up with nice parents, I spend my days singing to the rooftops and wooing girls beneath cars into kissing me. Seriously, your lips are gorgeous, entertain the idea at least.”
The hope that glances through his eyes at your mischievous smile has your lips tilting higher. He is a human-sized puppy, eager for attention, and you would be a complete liar to say that you do not want to kiss the life out of this boyishly handsome stranger. “Fine. But maybe on our date instead. You have grease on your lips.”
“Aha! So you will call me!” Jeongguk boasts in triumph, wiping the back of his hand against the nonexistent marks on his mouth. “I’m glad. Anyhow, life story, come on.”
You drum your nails against the bitumen and he watches the movement with piqued interest. “Y/N, same age. I study literature at a quaint little university and work in a bookstore just up the avenue. My parents are also rather lovely, and I spend my days drinking way too much coffee, but this is the first time that I have spilled aforementioned precious liquid to then be dragged beneath my very own car by somekid–“
“I am twenty years old.”
“– Who has thus, ruined my pretty dress and, potentially, my perfect day off.”
Jeongguk skims his eyes down your figure then, gaze landing upon the exposed expanse of your thigh where the cotton has been hitched up, the skin smooth, the face of a pearl. “Indeed, it is very nice.”
The way that you flush and fluster fuchsia pink has him grinning that sweet smile all over again, watching your fingers grapple at the dirtied cotton and hide your limbs beneath once more. You are about to make a comment, something along the lines of pervert, though there is suddenly the very distinct sound of gravel crunching beneath the soles of feet and Jeongguk is looking rather frightened. His eyes are saucers of pitch black galaxies.
“Jeonggukie!”
The voice that sings out is high, musical, yet entirely taunting. Gooseflesh creeps up your own spine at the way it slithers beneath the car in a threat. The boy before you starts to kick, scramble, inching closer to your body in the way that he flounders like a fish gasping upon land, and then he is suddenly yanked down to the height of your breasts by hands that you cannot see.
“Oh god,” Jeongguk panics, grappling onto your hips while you lace your fingers around his wrists, but the hands wound around his ankles are too strong and he is being dragged far, far away. “Oh god, oh god, they have got me.” And then, much louder for his two friends to hear. “Ow fuck! Watch it!”
“M-My palms are too sweaty!” He is slipping out of your grasp, and the way that he is being dragged is beginning to pull at you too, making you bend into a rather painful position that has you yelping and releasing him entirely. Jeongguk spits another string of curses behind him and then stares at you, wide-eyed and serious.
“I shall miss you, recent lover!” You call as though you are a woman watching her man set off on the seas, when in reality, he is just being dragged out from beneath your car. The preparation to sprint like a gazelle once he is completely out in the open is evident in his eyes.
“Tell our children I love them!” Jeongguk calls back and you burst into a fit of laughter. “Save us that kiss!”
He smiles with the radiance of sunlight at the way the humour of the situation envelops you. “Of course!”
As soon as his body has entirely emerged from beneath the car, you can hear the briefest of struggles before there is a harsh grunt, and then the sound of feet propelling away at a speed you certainly cannot imagine. The two men stand softly swearing at one another at the rear of your vehicle for a moment until they were also taking off, groaning something about how that damn kid has got some nerve.
When you roll to shimmy yourself out from beneath the car, you notice the tiny puddle of coffee has completely dried up in the bitumen by the golden sun. The outline is explosive, a miniature bomb that had been set off the moment that his voice called, hands outstretched and helpless, begging at your ankles until you decided to lean down and see the boy for yourself.
Remembering the way Jeongguk had stared at you like an unsure, yet excited child, how he had spoken so confidently and promised coffee and clearly much, much more once you thought to call, you decide that maybe your perfect day has not been ruined at all. Anyone who receives the cell phone number of an attractive stranger with a delightful personality to match must be utterly mad to call such a day anything but absolutely brilliant.
