Somnophilia

BTS scenario/reaction - Sex/Sexual acts while one is asleep

Warning: blowjobs, sex with the unconscious, consensual sex, female oral, fingering.

Smut under the cut

Namjoon

• It was clear you had tried to wait for him but they’d been delayed
• You’d fallen asleep in sexy lingerie
• A book by your side and reading glasses askew on your face
• Mouth ajar with a little drool
• You still looked undeniably sexy all dressed up or rather down for him
• He placed your book to the side careful to keep your page
• He slipped the glasses away desperate not to wake you before having a little fun
• You had had an agreement for a long time that he could touch you however and whenever he liked provided there was no safe word used.
• He turned you gently onto your back and spread your legs wide enough for him to lie in between
• He slides your panties out of the way and flattens his tongue against your folds
• You start to stir as he sucks on your clit and pumps one finger into you
• “Hi Jagi, sorry I’m late.”
• You don’t get a chance to respond before he is diving back in to make you moan for him

Seokjin

• The clingiest man when he comes back from tour
• Wants to do everything with you and for you
• Cockwarming was something you did a lot during this time
• An extra layer of intimacy you could share
• Working from home, watching TV, playing video games
• However this is the first time you’ve tried whilst asleep
• Cuddly sleepers anyway it made sense
• Until you’re awoken by his thrusts
• Once you figured out what was actually happening you couldn’t help but be turned on
• Jin was still asleep
• Some wet dream being lived out in real time
• You roll so he is on his back
• Riding him through the dream and kissing his bare chest until he comes to
• He doesn’t open his eyes, but you know the moment he wakes as his thrusts go from shallow languid rolls to deep forceful jolts
• “What a wonderful way to wake up” he murmurs after finishing

Yoongi

• You worked out early on in the relationship the best way to wake Yoonig up and not have to deal with a grump was a blowjob
• He’d worked through the night again
• Fast asleep his mixing desk
• You squeeze yourself into the space underneath the table and unzipped his shorts
• It’s so routine now that you can free him without him so much as stirring
• You pump your hand along his hardening length before leaning in to kiss the tip
• His breathing hitched as you tongued his slit his eyes flickering at the sensation
• You could tell he was close to consciousness when he started to moan
• His hands laced into your hair just as you took the last inch down your throat
• “Good morning, Princess” his voice was still heavy with sleep
• The sound mixed with the way he was petting your hair made you moan around his cock
• Moments later he came undone deep down your throat.

Hoseok

• Hobi was awoken by all your wriggling
• At first he thought you were having a nightmare…
• Until you moaned his name
• He pulled back the covers to reveal your hand inside your pjs trying to provide some relief
• Being the wonderful caring boyfriend he is, he thought he should lend a hand
• He carefully removed your hand chuckling a little as you whimpered change your nose at the loss of friction
• He cuddled close nibbling your ear lobe as his hand replaces yours
• Your features straighten out again when he applies pressure to your clit
• He whispers dirty words in your ear to influence your dreams
• Dirty girl, so needy for me even in your dreams
• Gonna come for me without even knowing
• So wet for me
• You mumble back “For you.” And Hobi has to check that you’re still asleep
• You are
• He gets more daring leaving his thumb on your clit and sliding his index finger through your folds dipping it inside
• He thrusts the digit shallowly
• Enjoying the little ‘o’ your mouth forms when he plays with a second finger
• Every noise you make his music to his ears
• He keeps his eyes on your face
• Adding a third finger inside and curling each one as you stretch
• The only change in you is the pleasure on your face
• You cum in your sleep and Hobi isn’t sure he has ever seen anything sexier
• He pulls his hand away and licks it clean taking note of how heavy a sleeper you are

Jimin

• You awaken from your nap very disorientated feeling the heat pulling in the pit of your stomach and hands kneading your spread thighs
• You can’t help the scream you release when you see the dark head of hair between your legs Jimin’s face peaks up smirking at you, lips covered in your cum
• “Fucking hell Chim! You scared the fuck outta me” You half heartedly smack the side of his head
• He was blonde when he left this morning
• “Sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you.” He winks before reattaching his plump lips to your clit and sucking like his life depended on it
• Two fingers scissor inside you
• You’re not sure how long he’s been going at it but judging by the knot pulling in your stomach you wouldn’t need to go for much longer
• The orgasm shudders through you
• Thoroughly fucked out and oversensitive you hear the sound of a zipper
• “My turn” he chimes lining himself up and you groan loving the overstimulation so soon

Taehyung

• He woke so needy and desperate
• In his half-asleep state he does the only logical thing
• He put his leg across your sleeping body and starts using you for relief
• You wake up when it starts to feel like you’re on a boat
• You are unsurprised to find Tae with lidded eyes rolling his hips against your leg impatiently waiting for you to wake up
• He has a way of asking for what he wants with actions and not words
• You roll your eyes as he nudges into your arm
• His boxy smile lights up his face when you agree
• You rollover pressing your bum into him having forgone panties in favour of a long T shirt
• He fingers you slowly for a while the motion relaxing enough to lull you back into a shallow sleep
• Once he’s satisfied with your stretch, he hooks your leg over the top of him and lines himself up to you and rocks gently, finally content

Jungkook

• It starts as a drunken bet between friends with benefits
• “I bet I could make you cum in my sleep” he sounds so cocky
• “But wouldn’t I be doing all the work? That would make you a glorified sex toy Hun.”
• “OK, I bet I could make you cum in your sleep then”
• “Without me waking up?.. You’re on”
• Weeks go by and you forget but he doesn’t, plotting his time
• You’d fallen asleep on his sofa after movie night and everyone else had already gone home
• Through all the guys talking (and him accidentally hitting your head against the door frame when he moved you to bed)
• It was now or never
• He was careful removing your jeans scared to lose he hates losing
• He starts tentatively rubbing your clit and watching your face for every reaction
• The longer it goes on the braver he gets
• Pinching your clit
• Watching his index finger into you and feeling for the spot he knows drives you crazy
• Your eyes flutter but you stay asleep
• Finally he peels his gaze from your face to the matter hand
• Just seeing how what you are for him gets him ridiculously wound up
• All caution thrown to the wind as the blood from his brain go southbound
• He slotted himself between your legs
• Lapping hungrily at the juices
• Diving his tongue in when he needed more
• He ground himself against the bed seeking friction
• Two fingers in
• Sucking desperately at your clit
• He felt you start to tense, a sign you’re as close as he had managed to get himself
• He came in his pants as he felt you release on his face
• Panting for breath he was a little relieved that you haven’t seen how easily he’d come all over himself…
• Until you whispered
• “You lose”

Masterlist

Tomorrow - He is drunk and he loves you!

Positively Pregnant

BTS Reaction to your pregnancy test finally coming back positive.

Warning: Vomit (Morning sickness)

Namjoon

• He waits anxiously in the living room as you take the test, wringing his hands.
• When you don’t come out after 15 minutes he starts to worry and goes to find you
• You’re sobbing on the floor when he walks in
• Immediately he is at your side telling you it’ll be okay you can try again
• You’re crying too hard to tell him, so you hand him the test and he freezes his soothing motions
• Tears well in his eyes as you watch for his reaction
• Suddenly you’re being lifted off the floor and carried towards your bedroom he lays you down carefully, but he doesn’t let go.
• His hands trail down your sides and lift the hem of your shirt.
• He leans down and presses hundreds of kisses into your tummy as you giggle, trying to wriggle away from your husband’s affectionate assaults

Seokjin

• You find out while he is on tour
• There’s only a month left so you don’t tell him
• He would only want to fly home immediately and there’s nothing for him to do yet
• Hiding from him is torture when he checks in everyday and all you want is to spill the secret and see the joy on his face of finally…
• But you know it’ll be worth it
• He comes home to string flower petals leading to your closed bedroom door
• He opens it to find a tray of goodies laying out for him and a jewellery box with a note that says ‘find me waiting in the bathroom’
• He doesn’t open the box too eager to see you after so long he takes the box and heads straight for you
• He is more than confused to find you sat on the closed toilet lid in a fluffy bathrobe instead of in a bubble bath like he was usually greeted with
• You roll your eyes and gesture to the unopened box he still looks very confused at the little white stick displayed under new cufflinks that read “daddy”
• Eventually you just stand letting the robe fall to display your rounding belly.
• The shock finally hits him, and he sweeps you into his arms, cradling you close with one arm, the other hand on your stomach.

Yoongi

• You are out shopping with your little boy
• Daddies black card burning a hole in your pocket as you treat the birthday boy
• You’d just finished lunch when the overwhelming urge to vomit hit
• The next three days you struggled to keep anything down
• Yoongi eventually convinces you to go to the hospital even though you think he’s being a bit dramatic for a stomach bug.
• The news you are six weeks pregnant hits you like a truck after what the doctors told you last time
• It’s one of the few times Yoongi lets you see him cry off stage.

Hoseok

• It’s a joke when he says “maybe you’re pregnant” after developing a weird craving for spray cheese on salt and vinegar crisps
• This wasn’t even that weird
• You laughed
• It’s not exactly out of character for you to try weird food combos
• Except spray cheese is disgusting
• You still feel a little silly when you go out to buy the test
• Lo and behold the little plus mark appears and you are left in shock
• Fully on autopilot you walk into your kitchen test in hand
• Hobi looks up confused, glancing at your outstretched hands and makes one of those noises only he can
• He sweeps you off your feet and dances you around the kitchen pulling you out of your shellshock.

Jimin

• You’d never seen someone so excited yet so close to an obvious breakdown
• There are 30 swatches of paint on the wall of the spare room by the end of the week
• Trying to remind him that if there is still 32 weeks to go does not slow down the process
• He enlists the boys while they have time off because he is worried he won’t be around to help as much when their schedules pick up again
• Every detail is run by you before it’s placed in the nursery
• And he has a baby shower party planned long before your second scan.

Taehyung

• The moment the at home test comes back positive Tae has booked you in for a hospital scan
• You sit in the private hospital room twitching as you wait for the ultrasound technician to come in
• Taehyung squeezes your hands reassuring you after so many negatives and false starts
• This time feels different though
• Eventually the doctor comes in and you lie back ignoring the discomfort that comes with a transvaginal ultrasound
• It was early on and you needed to be sure
• The doctor’s brows furrow and you steal your nerves for the news that it was another false alarm
• “Are you prepared for the possibility of multiple births?”
• Taehyung can’t contain his excitement head whipping to look at your pale complexion
• The doctor doesn’t get to say triplets before you’ve blacked out
• You thought you were around 12 weeks and starting to show
• Nope! Six weeks and very bloated

Jungkook

• Five nights into your private luxury yacht honeymoon you are vomiting over the side of the rails while your very confused half naked husband watches on
• You’re taken to the doctor at the next port
• You laugh when he suggests pregnancy you’ve only been off birth control for a month now
• Everyone said it would take forever and you’d already waited for so long
• Turns out the universe just didn’t want you living in sin
• They did several tests
• Each positive
• You do wish the little bean could have waited to make you sick when you weren’t living on a boat for a month
• You cut the trip short
• But JK already had you rebooked for six months after the due date for your first family holiday

Masterlist

Tomorrow: SMUT! specifically somnophilia

Still one day of reactions left if you want to suggest something.

Tell me about your kinks

A collection of soft scenarios with each of the BTS boys

Namjoon: 

Imagine spending the day in a botanical garden somewhere. The day is overcast, but still warm. You’ve gotten to wear your favourite sundress or shorts for the first time in ages. Namjoon walks just a little ahead of you excitedly talking you through plants he recognises. He spent a while researching the plants he’d find just to impress you. Anything he doesn’t know he reads on the little plaques. He spends a little longer lingering around flowers that look like they are about to bloom just in the hopes of seeing the buds unfurl. 

You’ve packed a picnic for the two of you to enjoy. Little cakes and sandwiches, homemade lemonade, and a couple packets of crisp all wrapped neatly inside of a blanket so you don’t have to perch on itchy damp grass. You eat quickly and lie back to admire the sky above you, clouds shifting just enough to allow little slivers of blue to peak through. One arm rests behind his head, the other curled behind you as you lay on his chest. 

A perfect moment interrupted by one of the gardens loose peacocks getting a little too curious. The bird kept inching closer the longer you lay and eventually you had to move in order to keep your distance. Joon rolls up the blanket and puts it away into a bag before taking your hand to continue your tour.  The afternoon carries on much the same as this morning, except this time Namjoon holds you close as you admire the array of flora. As you leave through the gift shop, he can’t help but pick up a new exotic plant as a challenge for himself, as well as a ‘paint your own pot’ kit for the two of you to complete together later.

Jin:

Imagine attending a cocktail making class. He gets mockingly jealous as you watch the attractive host a little too closely for his liking. He jokes about it for the rest of the evening, feigning hurt feelings. Each drink the two of you make comes with varying degrees of success, but regardless of aesthetic execution they taste delicious. 

You get tipsier with each cocktail you are taught 6 drinks in total, but anyone watching would’ve thought you’d doubled it. You descend into maddened laughter at each pun and innuendo Jin throws your way, much to the chagrin of the other guests, who seem to have avoided tasting all of their drinks, saving them for the end. However the two of you decided they were all just being boring.

As the class comes to an end you are offered the opportunity to buy the recipe book and all of the ingredients used. Jin does so with no hesitation with the intent to replicate the fun you’ve had somewhere a little more private…

Yoongi:

Imagine visiting the 'That That’ set and getting to make fun of him with Psy. Watching him go from a producer role to co-star. Giggling with Psy as you two suggest more and more ridiculous cowboy options for Yoongi to wear. 

Yoongi giggling every take so they have to shoot multiple times. You not helping the situation when your laughter becomes the loudest amongst the crowd. 

Him taking off his cowboy hat and giving it to you in between filming so he can claim you as his. He makes sure you get to keep that hat when they wrap because you’ve become so attached to it.

Hoseok:

Imagine the most chilled out evening of your life. Both of you in sweats and oversized jumpers on opposite ends of the sofa. Your legs outstretched, he sits on your feet to keep them warm. A bowl of snacks rest on your legs for you both to be able to reach. 

He sets up a series you had been wanting to watch together but had never found the time before now. You’ve set aside the whole night just to binge watch your way through as much as possible. When the snacks run out, Hobi moves the bowl and slides down in to your lap instead. You remain stretched across the sofa but he has wiggled into the space between the back and your legs creating a nook for himself. 

A cold hand snakes under your sweater and lays innocently on your bare stomach as the two of you continue to watch TV  for the rest of the night, falling asleep at some point midway through.

Jimin: 

Imagine going to pick Jimin up from a dance practice. He is working on a solo piece for the new album, similar to serendipity but it’s a faster piece. Still his movements are just as fluid, he doesn’t miss a beat as he follows the rhythm across the room, too caught up to notice that you’ve come in yet. All of the boys move well, but there is a liquid quality that is uniquely Jimin’s, a quality that shines when he gets to put all of his energy into his own piece.

He eventually catches your eye in the mirror with a look that suggests he know you were there. Still his effort somehow increases, each move crisper, smoother. He crosses the studio to you and takes your hands leading you clumsily through an unprepared partner performance to a beat you’ve only heard through headphones until now. It’s hard to focus on his body and his voice despite how badly you want to be truly absorbed by both. 

He laughs as you stumble, catching you every time your feet fail to keep up with him. He twirls you around long after the song finishes, filling the silence by humming new melodies. The boys from TXT eventually shuffle in sheepishly to claim the space they rented and you and Jimin bow deeply in apology. He takes your hand and leads you from the room.

Taehyung:

Imagine going to paint a pot. You both choose animal shaped money boxes. The idea to create something to save for your future together, even if its more symbolic than practical with the amount of money he makes. You give yours an ethereal garden theme, tiny flowers and vines wrapping around fur patterns in varying shades of green. Taehyung goes a little more abstract.

He paints in primary colours only. The fox he chose is covered in blue and yellow tiger stripes over a fire red base. Something that by all means should be ugly, looks like a masterpiece in his hands. 

Each figurine take pride of place in his home, on the shelf next to the TV where everyone can see his most treasured possessions.

Jungkook:

Imagine attending a trampoline park. Watching Jungkook attempt more and more impressive flips from high platforms into foam pits, only to have to help him escape the foamy clutches when he gets stuck from diving too deep. 

The two of you would compete to see who could jump the highest, who can do the best flip off the wall, who could do the most swivels. Any game he and you can come up with is played until your calves ache from the effort. Until he plucks you from the air, pushing you into a foam pit. 

You can barely avoid him as he tries to jump in top of you, pouting as he realises you moved. Spending time trying to catch your breathes by lying back in the pit and watching the other couples and kids bounce past for a little while.

If you have any soft stan thoughts or situation please share with me I love fluffy thoughts!

Masterlist

“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

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pink azalea

Pairing: Jung Hoseok/Reader
Rating: G
Warnings/tags: arranged marriage, historical AU, fluff
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1.9k
Notes: Happy possumversary, @xjoonchildx ! I’m so thankful to have gotten to know you over the past few months. You’re one of the coolest and funniest people I’ve ever met and I’m so glad we’re friends. I loved writing this Hobi, and I hope you like him too!

It began as it always did: two nations, both on the edge of struggle, seeking a formal alliance to stabilize things for their populace. Sacrifices must be made for the good of the kingdom, after all. 

You just weren’t sure why you were the one doing the sacrificing when it wasn’t your obsession with war that had gotten you into this situation. 

These were the thoughts that occupied your mind as you sat in the carriage, staring out the window, half-listening to your mother rattling on about how the son of the neighbouring ruler was known to be kind and cheerful and would no doubt make an excellent husband. It wasn’t that you doubted her words; you simply didn’t care. Marriage didn’t interest you, and arranged marriage even less so. 

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SERIESONESHOTS

• Sunflower
• Apple On The Desk
• Little Things
• Outro: Love Is Not Over
• Golden Heart
• Mother Nature
• It’s You
• Strawberry Cream And BBQ
• Hot Rod
• You Deserve
• Roller Cat
• Run Little Rabbit
• The Dragon’s Princess
• I’m All Yours
• Matters Of The Heart
• Charred
• Northside
• Barbarian
• Floret
• Occultation
• My Moon
• Client Centered
• Body Challenge
• Red-Handed
• Rather Be
• And So It Begins
• Psychomachy
• Catch Your Death
• Potions And Poisons
• In The Car

Hoseok, the banished recluse, has always loved and worshiped merprincess YN, despite knowing he could never have her. For the longest time, he’s been content, treasuring their secret meetings. But when she begins to slip through his tentacles, Hoseok decides he will make her love him back, no matter what.

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“How much longer are we going to stay out here, Your Highness?”

The ocean is nearly black with night, but that doesn’t hinder YN’s sight in the slightest. After all, merpeople are built to be successful hunters even in the deepest and darkest trenches.

“Just a little longer, Junghoonie,” the merprincess says, not even turning her head to look at her bodyguard.

She already knows the merman is rolling his eyes at her, disgruntled at the late shift. Junghoon has been guarding the youngest princess of Atlantica since she was barely able to swim and is well used to her antics by now.

One would think that being part of the royal family would mean YN was always poised and proper like her older sisters, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Since she was born much later than the rest of the King’s daughters, YN was spoiled and allowed to get away with things the others weren’t. It’s well known that she’s the favorite princess despite not being anywhere near the top of the line of succession for the throne.

If YN wasn’t so totally uninterested in palace life, her older sisters would have seen her as a threat and put a target on her back. Already a few of the princesses have lost their lives to assassinations, hunting trips “gone wrong”, and a variety of other methods that prove the merfolk can be just as cruel as the humans who live above.

Humans.

Junghoon’s lip curls back in disgust. A couple hundred years ago, back when Junghoon was just a baby, the humans had discovered how to sail the ocean and haven’t given up the task since. Life was good when humans stayed on land with their odd-looking limbs and their lack of fins, but ever since they’ve tried to claim the ocean, things have taken a turn for the worse.

Hardly a day goes by without some random human junk being tossed in the ocean and disturbing the delicate balance of life Mother Nature has so carefully cultivated. Their overfishing has made it difficult for the mer to have a consistent food source and has forced several small pods to the brink of extinction. 

It’s for this reason that Junghoon does not feel any pity whenever he or his brigade come across a sunken ship and finds the corpses of humans tossed about in the wreckage. If anything, he’s glad to find extra food to bring back to the kingdom. 

Most of the other mer hold the same disdain for humans, but that cannot be said of all of them. There are human sympathizers as well as mer who wish to capture and study them to learn more about the world above the waves. 

No one is a bigger supporter of this movement than the little princess swimming a few feet in front of him. Princess YN is absolutely obsessed with the humans, something that has raised red flags among several of the nobility. Her father, King Triton, is convinced that YN’s addiction is just a childish hobby she’ll outgrow, but Junghoon knows better.

YN has long since shed the last of her childhood scales and blossomed into the most beautiful mermaid in the entire Kingdom. Despite the near impossibility that she will ever take the throne, not a week goes by without several suitors writing to the king in an attempt to have her hand in marriage. 

The King has shown no interest in marrying his favorite daughter off yet, so YN is still free to roam around and collect all the human baubles that sink to the bottom of the ocean and hoard them in her underground cave she never allows anyone entrances to. Not even Junghoon has been inside, always forced to stand guard at the entrance. He can’t poke so much as a tailfin in with the princess scolding him.

“We really should be getting back to the castle, your highness,” Junghoon says as YN picks us a shiny thing from a tangle of seaweed. 

She’s not listening to him, holding the object up. It doesn’t sparkle due to the darkness, but YN’s eyes shine like she’s holding the biggest pearl ever discovered.

“Your Highness,” Junghoon repeats.

YN finally pulls her eyes away from the thing, looking over her shoulder at him. Junghoon is struck by just how big she’s gotten. He’s always felt like a caretaker to her, so his affection is deeply rooted in his role as bodyguard. 

“Alright, alright,” she says, blowing bubbles to display her displeasure.

Her finned hand curls around the object.

“Can we at least stop by my treasure room so I can deposit this?” she asks, widening her eyes to plead with him.

YN knows that her bodyguard can hardly ever deny her, but unfortunately for her, today happens to be one of those days.

“We’re already past your curfew, Your Highness,” Junghoon says, voice stern.

YN pouts but doesn’t argue further.

The swim back to the castle is silent but not uncomfortable. Junghoon knows the princess isn’t actually mad at him. He’s never seen her get angry in her entire life, always carefree and easy-going.

Junghoon nods at the sentries who guard the palace gates, recognizing them from his various patrols. He escorts YN all the way to her room, bidding her goodnight.

All alone in her chambers, YN swims to the ceiling, running her fingers through the bioluminescent algae that provides her some light. 

She wonders absently if the humans use glowing plants to illuminate their homes. YN has found numerous human objects, but can never quite figure out what they’re used for. Instead, she’s stuck watching them rust and rot away, her collection turning into nothing more than a tarnished junk heap.

But still, she can’t bear to throw anything away. The princess wants nothing more than to walk among the humans and experience their culture and way of life, but she knows it’s impossible. She’s stuck down here in the gilded cage the castle forms, trapping her from living the free life she wants to. Life at the palace is so stifling that even a few minutes in her bedroom has her itching to leave.

Looking down at the new object she discovered, YN watches as it reflects the algae’s glow, light shining on the sharp. It looks somewhat similar to the spears the guards always keep with them, but this one is much too small to hunt or defend oneself with. She has no clue what to do with it.

As she thinks, YN remembers the many paintings she has collected and stored away in her cave. Even though most of them are half-ruined, the mermaid is still able to make out some of what they portray, something which has helped her identify a few of the objects she’s found in the past.

The curiosity is eating away at her, so even though she knows she’ll be in trouble if her father finds out she’s snuck out (once again), the princess slips through the secret exit in a decorative piece of coral, eyes scanning for any guards watching the escape tunnels.

She finds none, so she races through the catacombs, familiar enough with the labyrinth to exit the castle within minutes.

Her cavern lies just at the edges of the kingdom, far enough away that she doesn’t have to worry about anyone disturbing her.

Nothing much of substance is out here except for a boat wreck she’s long since picked through and a shiver of sharks which always skirt away from her, knowing that she’s the superior predator.

She quickly swims over to the collection of portraits she has, scanning over them to see if she can locate the object in any of them. After several minutes, she’s disappointed not to find what she’s looking for.

“That’s called a knife, my princess” a voice comes.

YN would have been startled if she wasn’t so used to him being here. He’s always here.

“Is it?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.

The entrance of the cave is nearly completely blocked by a large form. The first thing her eyes go to is the smiling face of her childhood best friend before her eyes dart down, quickly scanning over the man’s taut abs and going lower. Seven tentacles fan out along the sandy floor, wriggling ever so slightly as if they have a mind of their own. Hoseok stands nearly three heads taller than her because of them, something that always takes her by surprise since once upon a time, she was the bigger of the two.

“It is,” Hoseok repeats, slithering deeper into the cave.

He grabs her freehand and presses a kiss against her knuckles and whispers something she can’t understand before light bursts forward from nowhere, illuminating the cave much better than algae ever could. 

The two of them can see just fine without the additional light, but illumination was one of the first spells Hoseok ever learned as a child. It thrilled YN so much the first time she watched him perform it that he’s made an effort to cast the spell wherever possible. It still brings a smile to her face.

“The humans use it to cut their meals into smaller pieces,” he clarifies.

“How particular,” YN says, looking at the fork in her hand with new understanding, “Why not simply use their teeth? I know they have them.”

Her eyes drift over to one of the numerous human skulls she’s collected over the years. Most of them were given to her by the man in front of her. 

Before Hoseok can answer, Princess YN begins to pop the knife in her mouth, curious to experience it. The metal has barely touched her tongue before Hoseok pulls it away from her, holding her face in his hands.

Any other merman would be executed on the spot for such boorish behavior, but Hoseok isn’t just anyone. He’s her very best friend in the entire world, the only one to treat her like an individual. 

YN looks up at him as he slips a thumb between her lips, opening her mouth and running his finger ever so gently over her teeth so as not to cut himself.

“You see how flat the humans’ teeth are?” he asks her, removing her finger from her mouth. He‘s focused entirely on her lips, “They’re not strong enough to cut through the many different types of food they eat.”

YN runs her tongue over the edge of her own teeth as if she never truly realized how sharp they actually are. Hoseok sighs out, expelling bubbles.

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Princess YN is the most desired mermaid in the entire kingdom and Hoseok is no exception. He’s been in love with her ever since they were small. She was the only noble child not to treat him differently for having tentacles instead of a tail. 

Discrimination and elitism run rampant through the kingdom, so even though there are many different types of merpeople, only those with tails hold any sort of political or social power. Merpeople who have tentacles, legs, or anything other than a tail are lorded over by those who believe themselves to be superior.

It was a miracle that Hoseok was allowed to be educated with the noble children considering how hard his own father had to work to obtain a prestigious position. Even as a child, Hoseok knew the mockery his father faced in an attempt to give him and other merpeople like them a chance for a better life, so he never mentioned the bullying and sometimes downright cruel treatment he endured, knowing that this father dealt with enough trouble already.

Due to this, Hoseok always tried to keep to himself as much as possible. He didn’t attempt to play with the other children and held his tongue when the teachers would give him lower marks than he deserved. It remained that way for a few years, all the way until princess YN was old enough to begin attending lessons as well. 

For some reason, she seemed to hate the other children just as much as Hoseok did and would avoid them whenever possible, even her older sisters.

He was still wary of her and would never speak to her, knowing that the punishment he would receive from speaking to a princess would far exceed his current level of curiosity. But YN didn’t care at all, deciding to sit with him only three days after starting classes. At first, he would only speak when spoken to, but YN’s contagious personality soon had him chatting to her constantly. 

Just like he suspected, the other children were none too thrilled. On one of the days when the princess wasn’t able to attend class, the other children ganged up on him and beat him so badly he could barely make it home.

His father had been slight, but Hoseok could see the pain lurking behind his eyes. 

Hoseok had only missed two lessons before a visitor from the royal palace came. The household was scrambling to prepare for the mystery guest, but all Hoseok could think was he was most likely going to be expelled from the academy. He fully expected the haughty schoolmaster to waltz into his room with some bullshit excuse about his grades being too poor or him being rude to the other children, but instead, he was met with the young princess.

The entire household was shocked to see someone of such high social status come to visit. Even her guards looked like they were surprised to be in such a lowly household.

At the sight of Hoseok all bruised and bandaged, the youngest princess immediately burst into tears, running over to him and holding his hand with a tenderness he had never experienced. When he had asked why she was so upset, YN had looked at him like he was crazy and said nine words that changed his life forever: “Because you’re my best friend, and I love you.”

Since that moment all those years ago, every beat Hoseok’s three hearts have taken has been for her.

“You’re so smart, Hoseok. You should be the lead historian in the kingdom and you know it,” YN says, snapping Hoseok out of his reverie, “I’m sure I could convince my father to lift your banishment if -”

“Princess,” Hoseok says, interrupting her, “It’s okay. You and I both know high society doesn’t suit me.”

Ah, banishment. Years ago, when Hoseok had finished his schooling and was shadowing the lead historian in the castle’s library, there had been a bit of an … incident. 

Hoseok had overheard one of the noblemen criticizing Princess YN, belittling her carefree attitude and the way she treated the “unfavorable” merpeople. The very last straw had been when he then had the audacity to suggest asking King Triton for her hand in marriage because of her beauty and perceived lack of intelligence.

“Oh, she’ll be the best wife,” one of the slimy mermen said, “She’ll elevate my level in court and we’d make some beautiful pups.”

He threw his head back and laughed, but the sound was cut short when Hoseok’s fist slammed into his jaw with every ounce of pent up rage and frustration that had been building up in the last several years. Hoseok could handle the snide remarks and nasty pranks aimed towards himself, but he would not tolerate disrespect towards Y/n, the most perfect being to have ever blessed this wretched ocean. 

The shock of the incident left the other mermen speechless for several moments, allowing Hoseok to get in more blows against the offender’s face. The merman below him begged and pleaded like the pathetic worm he was, but it was pure static to Hoseok. It was only when he was pulled off the other man by the royal guard and tossed against the coral and roughly beaten that Hoseok was brought out of her rage-fueled reverie.

He had been promptly thrown in jail without a second thought and had sulked in the cold darkness for hours, ruminating in his actions. He did not regret defending Princess Y/N, not even for one moment, but he did think about the effect this would have on his father.

His father had worked so hard to make progress for himself and his people, and there’s a good chance that Hoseok had just ruined it in a matter of minutes. He sighed as a light came into view, revealing the Princess with a concerned look on her face.

“Hoseok!” she shouted, hands wrapping around the rusty metal bars. Bioluminescent algae was wrapped around her wrists, allowing him to get a clever look at her face,

The room felt warmer instantly as his hearts wooshed faster as they always did when he was in her gracious presence. 

“Princess,” he murmurs.

“You’re hurt,” YN says, looking anguished.

A conflicting mix of guilt and glee worms around Hoseok. Guilt from causing his Princess to worry, but glee from the fact that she was worried about him.

“I’m sorry,” he says despite not being sorry in the slightest, “I did something I shouldn’t have.”

“Nonsense,” his princess said, “I’m sure that you wouldn’t have done anything rash.”

Her blind faith in him makes him love her even more, something he didn’t think was possible. He smiles at her, but she doesn’t return it like she usually would. 

“Hoseok …” she begins, her words clogged in her throat as if she’s struggling to get them out, “I have some bad news.”

His heart sinks. He’s never heard his Princess have such a desolate tone.

“Bad news?” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re being banished,” YN says, eyes welling with tears the ocean washes away immediately, “I tried to get my father to forget the incident, but Kai and his father wouldn’t have it. They wanted you executed. This was the best I could do to save you.”

Hoseok stays silent, unsure of what to say or how to react. Y/N, taking this as a sign that he’s upset with her rushes to continue. 

“But! I’m close friends with Princess Tzuyu from the Second Kingdom. I’m sure that I can have you move there with no problem. The relations between all the merpeople is much better there than it is here, so there’s so much more opportunity there for you. I think you’ll actually be able to reach your potential -”

“Y/N,” Hoseok says, cutting her off, “Thank you, but I’d rather be banished.”

“Why?” the princess asks, her voice small.

“If I move to the Second Kingdom, I won’t be able to ever see you again, right? Even though you and Princess Tzuyu are close, our Kingdom and theirs aren’t. You wouldn’t be able to visit me.”

“I … correct,” Y/N says, “But if you’re banished, you will be banned from society. You’ll never get the chance to pursue your education or career.”

“I don’t care,” Hoseok says without hesitation, “I value you more than anything else in existence, YN.”

He reaches between the bars and cups her face, a liberty he has never obtained before. He never would have normally, but the fear this will be his last opportunity to override it.

YN places her hand over his, looking deeply into his eyes. 

“What am I going to do without you, Hobi?” she asks, tears coming freely, “You’re my only friend. You’re the only person who sees me for me. I don’t want to be away from you.”

Hoseok wishes he had the strength to pull the bars apart and take her into his arms and whisk her away. The words “run away with me” are on the tip of his tongue, but they never get the chance to be spoken as the guards come and escort her away.

The two of them only meet once more, making plans for the abandoned shipwreck they found as young children, the place they’d still be able to meet.

For five years, the two of them meet at the shipwreck as they do tonight.

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“I have a confession to make,” Y/N says.

“What is it, Princess?” Hoseok murmurs.

For a moment, he feels like she’ll finally confess to him - to say that the feelings he’s had nearly his entire life are reciprocated. 

“I feel so … suffocated, Hobi. Like I’m truly not made for this life. I really … I really want to know what it’s like to be human. I’m tired of scavenging for discarded items on the bottom of the seafloor. I want to actually experience it.”

Hoseok pauses. That’s not what he expected to hear.

“I know it’s stupid. Impossible, actually. But it just feels like …”

“It’s not stupid, Princess,” Hoseok says, always wanting to be there for her, “I’m sure it’s possible. Actually, I feel like I may have come across a potion that could turn a merperson into a human temporarily.”

He has not, but the way Y/N’s eyes light up make him determined to either find or create one.

“Really?” she asks, grasping his hands in hers, her excitement palpable.

“Yes,” he says, “It’ll need quite a bit more testing before it’s safe, but I can make that happen for you. I can make your dream come true.”

Y/N squeals with excitement and grasps her friend tightly.

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For the next several months, Hoseok works tirelessly to create a proper potion. The random merpeople he’s kidnapped and experimented on have suffered greatly, but a little bloodshed is nothing compared to YN’s joy. There are many, many failures, but at long last, after scouring every book he could sneak into the kingdom and get his hands on, he figures it out.

“Really?” YN asks once he finally presents the potion to her.

“Really,” Hoseok confirms, “Take it in shallow water so you won’t accidentally end up drowning. The change won’t be a pleasant experience, but you’ll be able to walk among the humans, at least for a while. Only a fortnight.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” YN says, grasping the potion and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before racing off towards the coast. 

Hoseok secretly follows her, watching her the best he can from his place in the ocean. When she returns two weeks later with news that she met someone and fell in love, Hoseok, for the second time in his life, is pushed over the edge.

Unlike when he beat Kai into a pulp and got banished from the kingdom, Hoseok doesn’t react instantly, doesn’t blow up at his Princess. He never could, would never hurt her.

But sometimes, when you love someone, you have to do what is best for them, whether or not they want you to.

So when YN asks Hoseok to make a long lasting potion so she can run away with the prince of the kingdom above the sea, he feels no guilt for swapping it out with one he had hoped to never have to use on her, one filled with his own blood and the desire for her he’s always had. 

Y/N’s trust in him causes her to tip the bottle back and swallow every drop of the love potion in the shallow cove. Sure, the glaze in her eyes when she professes her love for him isn’t the way he would have liked it, but beggars can’t be choosers. At the end of the day, he has her, his Princess forevermore.

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A/N: OMG! It’s finally out! And on my 2000 day anniversary of being an ARMY no less. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoyed this fic and the entire Forbidden Fables collab. Thank you to @chaoticpuff17 and @deepdarkdelights for being so patient, awesome, and talented. Go read their contributions to the collab if you haven’t already!

Pairing: reader x hoseok (ft. all of bts)

Genre: romance/fluff, slight angst, college au

Summary:  Hoseok and his friends come up with a detailed guide on how to ‘get the girl’ based on past experiences. He ends up using the guide to win you over. What neither of you realize, is that you’re more similar than meets the eye.

Word Count: 1733

part 5 / 9

(ONE) (TWO) (THREE) (FOUR)

loosely based on this song

Hoseok bounced his leg up and down in anticipation as he sat in the library, currently alone. He had heard back from you quick, saying that you’d be there as soon as you went back to your dorm and changed. He smiled at the fact that you said your appearance was “unacceptable” and you looked “homeless.” Hoseok thought your nervousness was cute, thus explaining his own nervousness.

Soon after you sent your last text, you entered the library and dropped your bag next to the seat that you plopped down in. “Sorry it took so long, I wanted to change after I got off work.” You puffed out your cheeks and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Where do you work?” Hoseok shifted his seat so it was facing you and you blushed, beginning to feel nervous again.

“I work at that little 24 hour diner off campus?” You stuttered, sounding more like a question than a statement. “It doesn’t pay much, but it gets me by…” You trailed off, not wanting to go into much more depth.

Just as Hoseok was about to respond, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quietly apologized as he looked at the screen without answering. “So, my friend Namjoon is throwing a party tomorrow night. You should come… with me.”

You’d been to college parties before, but only staying a couple minutes, realizing they usually weren’t worth staying at. You were hesitant to answer. “I mean… If you want me to come… then sure?” Realizing that you sounded uninterested, you added to your answer. “I’d love to go with you.”

You watched Hoseok’s face light up as he looked at you, then back down at his notebook. He started talking about God knows what, because all you could focus on was his features. His big, brown eyes, his bright smile, the way his lips turned up when he spoke. Those things alone were enough to make you zone out.

“Hellooo? Earth to Y/N?” You snapped back to reality and saw Hoseok staring at you, but not in a weird, creepy way or an annoyed way. It was almost as if he was fond of you? “I was asking if you knew the basics,” he chuckled. “You know, like supply and demand, opportunity cost, things like that?” He kept looking at you and you shook your head.

“By basics do you means high school level? It’s been a minute…” You laugh trailing off. He lightly laughed with you and moved his chair closer to you. Your breath hitched as he reached over your lap to reach your bag sitting adjacent to you. His eyes met with yours and you were praying he couldn’t hear your heart practically beating out of your chest. You coughed awkwardly and grabbed your bag from his hands, pulling out your textbook. “So, opportunity cost?” You tilted your head towards him as he opened his notes.

Hoseok’s smile never left his face the whole study session and neither did yours. For some reason, you were beginning to like economics a little more.

“You can put the cups on that table over there,” Namjoon pointed to a long plastic table in the corner of the room, as he hung up string lights in the kitchen. “I hope we have enough drinks for everyone.”

“You don’t have that many friends, Joon, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Taehyung scoffed as he moved the furniture out of the way, giving people plenty of space to do whatever it is they were going to do.

Namjoon ignored Taehyung’s comment, and faced Hoseok. “Who’s all coming tonight?”

“I invited a girl from my economics class.” When Hoseok answered, he didn’t even think about what he was saying. To be honest, he didn’t care what any of the boys had to say about it. “She’s cool, so be nice.”

“I invited that one girl with the blonde hair. You know, the girl who always wears Pumas.” Jimin said as he adjusted the hat on his head.

Namjoon looked at Jimin as if he’d seen a ghost, and technically he had. Or heard the ghost, so to say. The ghost of what could have been. “Misun? You invited Misun? What were you thinking?”

Jimin shrunk back. “Yeah, why? What’s wrong with her? I always thought she was cute.”

Namjoon definitely thought the same. “It’s just that we aren’t exactly on the best terms.”

Before anyone could say or do anything, Jungkook entered the room. “Oh no, I can’t see him but I know that Hoseok’s getting the notebook out now. ‘Rule #5, don’t be Namjoon and you can succeed with girls.’”

Hoseok was quiet, but he nodded when all the boys’ eyes landed on him. “You wanna talk about it, Joonie?” He mocked, clicking the pen and starting the entry.

“Misun, can we please just talk about this?!” Namjoon was almost in hysterics. He knew falling for her wasn’t part of the plan, but it just happened.

“What’s there to talk about? We are nothing more than fuck buddies, you said it yourself in the beginning! God, was this part of your plan? What were you thinking!!” Misun was grabbing her clothes off Namjoon’s floor, struggling to put them on in a hurry.

“Babe, please, what are you saying? I love you, don’t be like this!” Namjoon was grabbing her shirt, her shoes, anything to stall her.

“You love me? What are YOU saying? The first thing you told me coming into this was no strings attached! You said WE wouldn’t catch feelings for each other! Was this all a trick? You thought sleeping with me all the time would make me fall for you? You’re disgusting.” Misun was walking towards the door, even though she was barely clothed. Namjoon grabbed her wrist, trying to stop her.

“It wasn’t my intention to fall for you, Misun! But the more time we spent together, the more I got to know you, and the more I fell for you. You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything for me.” Misun fell quiet.

“Please let me leave, Namjoon.” Her eyes wouldn’t meet his and her voice fell. In that moment you could hear a pin drop.

Namjoon let go of her wrist and handed her the shirt he had been holding hostage. He watched her walk out of his door and essentially his life. He slid down the door as he wept into his hands. He thought she had feelings for him too, and that’s what hurt the most.

After Namjoon finished telling his story, no one had anything to say. All the boys avoided Namjoon’s eyes and there were no witty things to be said by anyone. Hoseok cleared his throat as if to alleviate some of the awkwardness in the room. “What a great way to start the party guys.” Yoongi said as a way to change the subject.

“Uhh… I guess… Rule #5 is don’t have fuck buddies?” Jimin shrugged.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “I’m not still hung up about it or anything, don’t make this more weird than it already is. And don’t feel special either, I had no intention on telling any of you guys this story.”

Though Hoseok hadn’t said a word yet, he had all the information he needed.

5. Know what you want going into any kind of relationship, and don’t expect more or less.

“Guys, I hate to break this writing session up, but I think I just heard the first car pull up outside.” Jin said, pointing to the front door. The boys quickly set up the last of the refreshments and Hoseok placed the notebook back in his bag.

About an hour before the party started, Hoseok texted you to meet him at the party instead. You were skeptical at first and almost changed your mind. But, then you remembered that this was Hoseok you were talking about. You weren’t ever this quick to call things a crush, but you were almost sure that this is what it was.

When you arrived, there was people inside and outside. You quickly made your way inside and spotted Hoseok almost immediately. When he saw you, he instantaneously started walking towards you. “Hey, Y/N, I’m glad you could make it!”

He moved in for a hug and it took you by surprise. You gasped as his warm embrace surrounded you, but you quickly hugged back. “Thank you for inviting me, it was really sweet of you.” You smiled at him and he scoffed.

“Please, it’s nothing. C’mon, I want you to meet my friends.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen. Your heart started beating fast, and you mentally cursed at yourself. Nothing is going on, calm down, he’s your friend and he is just introducing you to more friends.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, the girl from my economics class I was telling you about, Y/N, this is everyone.” Six boys all said a cheerful hello to you but all you could focus on was the fact that Hoseok said he talked about you. You managed to voice an almost equally enthusiastic, but nervous, hello to them back as you went around and learned each of the boys’ names.

Throughout the whole night, you and the seven boys stayed close to each other for the most part and you all got to know one another. Hoseok didn’t leave your side no matter what and always dragged you away when an energetic boy by the name of Taehyung tried to tell a story about “Hoseok’s most embarrassing night” and how he apparently “will never live down the nickname ‘boob inspector’” which made you laugh, but Hoseok got into a defensive state.

“I didn’t mean to go into the girls’ locker room! I was a freshman how was I supposed to know?!”

You and the boys laughed as he sat there, red-faced as ever. “It’s simple, dude. Read the sign.” Yoongi was in a fit of laughter as Hoseok pushed him off a bar stool.

He looked to you, and although he was embarrassed, he smiled ear to ear because you were smiling and getting along nicely with his friends. He didn’t want this night to end with you, and luckily when he walked you back to your dorm and kissed you goodnight, you kissed him back.

How To Be Perfect Men (Part 4)

Pairing: reader x hoseok (ft. all of bts)

Genre: romance/fluff, slight angst, college au

Summary:  Hoseok and his friends come up with a detailed guide on how to ‘get the girl’ based on past experiences. He ends up using the guide to win you over. What neither of you realize, is that you’re more similar than meets the eye.

Word Count: 1064

part 4 / 9

(ONE) (TWO) (THREE) (FOUR)

loosely based on this song

“You got it bad, Jimin.” Namjoon said, chuckling to make things a little less awkward. He never knew that Jimin was such a softie for Sujin.

“Tell me ‘bout it.” Jimin sighed once, putting his face in his hands. “Can we go do something? Let’s go out and have fun!” He stood up, and walked to the mirror, checking himself out. Just a little bit. He had to be ready in case he saw Sujin and her new man.

“Go where?” Jin asked, checking the time on his phone. It was still relatively early, so it’s not like they could go party or anything.

“Let’s go to a club or something!” Jimin answered, turning to face Jin.

And that’s when Jungkook interjected. “Have you forgotten that I’m not of age?” He frowned. “I’m still 19.”

“Yep, we know, you’re a baby. We get it.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m really feeling Mexican food.”

“I second that.” Hoseok stood up, shoving the notebook in his backpack. Everyone gathered their belongings as they headed out to a small Mexican restaurant just off campus. The group of boys decided to walk, and they joked the whole way. Hoseok was grateful that despite the heavy topic recently, they were still able to have fun and set a light mood.

Though the entire group had only become friends recently, it felt like they’d been friends for years. Jimin, Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook had all known each other since high school, some being closer to each other than others. Hoseok met Yoongi and Jin during his freshman year of college. Over the most recent summer, the groups had gotten together during a lame party and ever since then, they’d been close.

As they entered the restaurant, the bell above the door ringing, they were greeted with glorious smells of spices. When they sat down, a voice crept up on them. “Can I get you guys anything to….” The waitress’ voice trailed off as her eyes fell on Yoongi who was desperately trying to hide his face in his menu.

“Oh, hello Yoongi. So, this is what you meant by you were ‘too busy with work’?” The boys kept looking between Yoongi and the waitress, waiting for him to say something.

“Leave it alone.” Yoongi murmured, attempting to drop the situation right there. He didn’t want the guys to ask him any questions because it was a thing of the past. “I’ll take a water.” The rest of the bunch could sense the tension, so they ordered their drinks following Yoongi. When the waitress left, they stared at Yoongi waiting for him to explain what had just happened.

Yoongi hadn’t looked up from the menu yet, but he could tell that all the eyes at the table were on him. “Don’t think about it too much.” Was all he said, malice rolling off his tongue like second nature.

“What was that all about?” Jungkook ignored Yoongi. “I think this calls for storytime, anyone else agree?”

Two dates in and Yoongi was already falling for this girl. He thought she was absolutely beautiful and intelligent, and they had a lot in common. He didn’t know why he was feeling stressed and panicked, but when he broke things off with her, it didn’t go so well.

It was a week after their second date. He’d become more distant, despite feeling more for her than ever. It wasn’t intentional, or maybe it was, but Yoongi had just become so worried about school and focusing on side tasks that he’d completely forgotten about her. She had texted him throughout the entire week and he’d ignored almost every text and call from her.

[11:03PM] ♥: Yoongi, you haven’t texted me back for a week. Is everything okay, did I do something wrong?

[11:45PM] Yoongi: I’m busy right now. I’ll text you later.

He’d waited and waited and came to realize that he’d put it off for too long. He had to tell her that things weren’t going anywhere. Though he felt bad, he knew that it would reduce the weight hanging on his shoulders.

[12:55AM] Yoongi: Are you still awake?

[12:56AM] ♥: Yes I’m awake

[1:24AM] Yoongi: I need to be honest with you about some things.

[1:24AM] ♥: Are you okay? You can tell me anything, Yoongi.

[2:15AM] Yoongi: I don’t have enough time for a girlfriend right now. I’ve got too much going on right now, work and school stuff. I think we should stop seeing each other.

[2:18AM] ♥: But why? Did I do something to upset you? I’ll do anything to make it right, Yoongi

[2:49AM] Yoongi: It’s nothing you did. It’s not you, it’s me. Sorry

[2:50AM] ♥: I can wait until things are less stressful

[2:53AM] ♥: You told me that you liked me, so how can you change your mind so quickly?

[2:59AM] ♥: I was starting to fall for you. I thought you were different.

[3:00AM] Yoongi: I’m trying to sleep. Night

“So you freaked out? You could’ve talked to us.” Jin frowned at Yoongi, him still looking at the table. By the time Yoongi had finished his story, their food and drinks were brought to the table, by a different waitress.

“I’m not a baby, I didn’t need advice from my friends.” Yoongi sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do.”

The boys offered him a small smile as Hoseok leaned forward to give him advice.

4. Set time aside for not only yourself, but those in your life. Don’t push people away when things get tough.

Yoongi gave Hoseok a small smile. “I guess you’re right. I set aside time for you guys, so why can’t I do that for her?” As they left the restaurant, Yoongi left her a note on the back of the receipt.

I’m sorry. Try again? - Y

“You guys up for a movie?” Jungkook called out once they got back to the dorm.

Hoseok shook his head, “I’ve got a ton of homework due tomorrow, maybe next time.” He told his friends goodbye and exited the dorm, making his way to the library.

[7:13PM] Hoseok: Are you interested in catching up on economics tonight? I’ll be in the east wing library if you’re up for it :)

How To Be Perfect Men (Part 2)

Pairing: reader x hoseok (ft. all of bts)

Genre: romance/fluff, slight angst, college au

Summary:  Hoseok and his friends come up with a detailed guide on how to ‘get the girl’ based on past experiences. He ends up using the guide to win you over. What neither of you realize, is that you’re more similar than meets the eye.

Word Count: 1146

part 2 / 9

(ONE) (TWO) (THREE) (FOUR)

loosely based on this song

Taehyung sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. It’s not that he didn’t trust everyone in dorm, because he did, but he had only ever told his roommate, Jimin, all of his girl disasters before. Of course, he wasn’t much help considering he dismissed everything and claimed it was the girl’s fault, not his own. Taehyung knew better, however, knowing that every girl he met couldn’t have been the problem. Leaning forward and preparing for embarrassment, Jungkook rubbed Taehyung’s back, almost like he was saying it would be better once he let it all out.

Taehyung was always the nice guy. That’s what all his friends and family said. He could never stay mad at anyone and hated conflict. His mom always told him he would make a great husband someday, but somehow the girls he dated seemed to disagree.

He had met the last girl in the west wing library, she was pretty and very intelligent looking, face crammed into several chemistry textbooks. Taehyung, however, was always described as dim-witted and not all there. Although that was false, that’s how people saw him and it wasn’t something he could change.

Taehyung was not too scared to walk up to her, just the opposite actually. He was excited to meet her and find out the pretty name that matched the pretty face. “Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you-” Taehyung started, taking a seat in front of her.

“Then don’t.” The girl said bluntly, hardly looking up from the book she was reading.

It felt like he was shrinking mentally. He waited a second before saying anything else. Was he really that unappealing? “I just couldn’t help myself. You’re very pretty.”

“Thanks.”

He felt defeated, but he wasn’t going to give up that easy. Maybe she’s just in a bad mood, or maybe she’s just having a bad day. Despite all this, he still kept a smile on his face and a strong head. “I’d like to get to know you better. Let me take you out to dinner, my treat. We can even get ice cream after, if you’d like. Anything you want, it’s on me.”

“Anything, huh?” She asked quietly, finally looking up from her book to meet her eyes with his. She brushed a strand of hair from her face and feigned a smile. “I can maybe find a day to get together with you.”

Though it wasn’t exactly the answer Taehyung wanted, it was still a yes, right? “Perfect.”

Taehyung waited on the bench inside the mall for almost an hour before she showed up. She had insisted on going to the mall and shopping instead of getting dinner. She also insisted on driving herself, rather than getting a ride from Taehyung like he initially suggested.

“Wait a minute,” Hoseok started, furrowing his brows at the story he was hearing. “She wanted to go to the mall… on a first date?”

Yoongi shook his head, frowning at Taehyung. “Dude…”

Taehyung, clueless, ignored Yoongi and turned back to Hoseok with worried eyes. “She said she wanted to go shopping instead.” He shrugged, not seeing the problem with it at first. He can still remember the way her eyes lit up when he would hand the cashier his credit card and she would exit the store with him behind her. He frowned.

Instead of responding, Hoseok scribbled something quickly underneath the previous step. He then threw the notebook at Taehyung.

He read it aloud.

“2. NEVER let a girl walk all over you. Don’t let her take advantage of your kindness.”

“You have it all wrong,” Taehyung started, tossing the pages back to him. “She didn’t take advantage of me! She said she liked me before she left.”

After a moment of silence, Namjoon decided to speak up. “So… She’s called you back, right? How many other dates have you guys been on?” Even though the answer was quite obvious to him.

Jimin knew that Taehyung wouldn’t tell the whole truth, so he spoke for him. “They did go on another date, actually.” He leaned forward as if to tell a secret. “You’ll never guess where they went!” He paused for dramatic effect. “It was the mall… again.”

Namjoon faked his surprise, gasping loudly at the answer. “I never would have guessed it! How romantic. Did you buy her a new car this time?”

Taehyung then turned as red as a tomato and he avoided eye contact with everyone in the room. He was unaware of just how much he was being used by a girl he thought had feelings for him. He thought he did everything right, wasn’t he a gentleman enough?

“He calls her three times a day, too! She always sends him to voicemail, though. It’s kind of sad. He’ll tell her to have a good day and get rest and eat well and all this shit. She only texts him after he asks her about ‘date plans’.” Jimin shook his head and sighed, realizing he’s only doing more damage. He hoped this would help Taehyung, though.

Hoseok grabs the notebook again, scrawling more words next to what he previously wrote.

“2. NEVER let a girl walk all over you. Don’t let her take advantage of your kindness. DO NOT be too clingy too fast. One text telling her to have a good day is enough.”

Seeing as though no one was in the mood to share any more heartbreaking stories, they all went into their separate dorms. Being the only one in a different building, Hoseok had to walk all the way across the campus to get to his dorm, letting his thoughts consume him.

Though he can’t directly relate with Taehyung’s story, he can remember the way it was during his sophomore year. He met her almost a year ago, and though she was only in his life for a short time, it was hard to get her off his mind. Such is life, though, he thought to himself as he entered the building.

Letting his feet carry him, he slunk down the various corridors, not really paying attention to the path he was taking, much like most things nowadays. He glanced down at his feet for a split second, before colliding with another body, almost knocking them over in the process.

The notebook in his hands goes flying and when he brings his head up, he’s met with a pair of bright eyes staring at him. “Sorry, my fault,” You muttered, your face turning bright red. You bent down to pick up the item he dropped and held it out in front of you, a small smile upon your face.

Hoseok smiled softly and said a quiet ‘thank you’ before making his way to his room. He didn’t know why, but he felt his mind wandering back to you despite the overbearing weight she left on his heart.

How To Be Perfect Men

Pairing: reader x hoseok (ft. all of bts)

Genre: romance/fluff, slight angst, college au

Summary:  Hoseok and his friends come up with a detailed guide on how to ‘get the girl’ based on past experiences. He ends up using the guide to win you over. What neither of you realize, is that you’re more similar than meets the eye.

Word Count: 1144

part 1 / 9

(ONE) (TWO) (THREE) (FOUR)

loosely based on this song

“I need to stop going after senior girls,” Jungkook sighed as he slammed his satchel on the ground next to his bed. The other six boys looked at him with concern in their eyes. Surprisingly, despite the group having been friends since the school year started, they’ve never brought up the topic of girls. “I don’t have enough balls for that.”

Hoseok was the first to turn his full attention to the youngest boy. “What happened?” He watched as Jungkook sunk down into the bed, face first. Jungkook was normally a cheerful personality and it was quite alarming to witness him sulking for the first time.

“Igotallshyandnervous” Mumbling into the pillow, Jungkook hit the side of the bed with his fist.

“Jungkook, move the fucking pillow out of your mouth and say it again.” Jimin said, as he was the most comfortable with Jungkook, seeing as though they’d been friends since high school.

Sighing, Jungkook sat up and looked around, eyes dull and lifeless. “I was going to ask that cute girl who works at the campus coffee shop if she wanted to go grab a bite, but I just started stuttering.”

“What, you haven’t ever asked a girl out before?” Yoongi asked, sarcasm laced his words. He sat on the bed next to Jungkook’s feet.

“You’re one to talk!” Namjoon scoffed. “You’ve asked how many girls out? Oh, just one? Okay.” He sighed.

Taehyung interjected, laughing lightly. “At least they both could be a gentleman to a girl!” He rolled his eyes at the silver haired heartbreaker. “In that case, you have no room to talk.”

“Let’s all calm down and try to help Jungkook with his problem.” Jin put his hands out as if that was helping the situation at all. He managed to keep everyone quiet long enough for Jungkook to sit up completely and begin explaining his predicament.

Jungkook noticed her from across the cafeteria. Before he saw her, he had no interest in getting a coffee. However, after he noticed the pretty brown-haired girl standing behind the register, he had a sudden craving for a latte. Slowly striding over towards the stand, his hands began to shake and sweat.

“Hi, can I get you anything today?” She spoke and Jungkook swears it was the prettiest voice he’d ever heard. She was older than him, that was apparent by the way she looked and her demeanor.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He tried again, but was met once more with silence. All that really came out was his unsteady breathing as the cashier stared, waiting for him to recite his order to her. “Do… Do you happen to sell coffee here?”

For a moment, she couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. She looked at him with an unsure smile, but when he didn’t falter, she frowned. “That’s all we serve here, bud.”

Ah, the iconic ‘bud’ that he’s heard so much about. He didn’t look that young, did he? “Ah, my apologies then.” And it seemed that his legs knew he was giving up before his brain did. Walking away, he kept his head low and mentally cursed at himself for being so awkward yet again. This wasn’t the first time Jungkook has made a fool of himself, believe it or not. Multiple times he had seen a pretty girl going about her day, and then he opened his mouth and made it weird.

“And that’s the story of why I’m going to drop out of college so I never have to see her again.” Jungkook crossed his hands in his lap and avoided eye contact with the rest of the boys. At this point, he figured everyone here has had their fair share of both positive and negative girl experiences. Surely someone could give him some sagely advice.

“I’ll be honest, I don’t know what to tell you, bud.” Namjoon smirked as he laughed loudly at his own jab at the youngest boy.

Jungkook plopped himself back into the bed and groaned. “Guess I’ll die.” He groaned into the pillow once more.

Hoseok stood to place a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Just be confident, Jungkook. Confident, but not cocky. Don’t be so shy when you talk to girls. Rejection isn’t the worst thing that could happen to you, so don’t be scared.”

“If you’re so good at getting girls, Hobi, why don’t you just write a book about it?” Of course Jimin was being sarcastic, but it didn’t sound all that bad in that moment. Jimin scoffed as he leaned back in his seat, paying no mind to the light bulb that had just appeared over Hoseok’s head.

Yoongi added to Jimin’s joke, “How To Be Perfect Men by Jung Hoseok. Sounds like a best-seller to me.”  The group laughed lightly and soon died down as they all looked around at each other.

“How many of us have actually had a serious relationship?” Hoseok looked around the group as everyone exchanged short glances before they hung their heads low. Hoseok got up and retrieved a notebook out of Jungkook’s discarded satchel. Grabbing a pen as well, he scribbled out “Math 110” and instead replaced it with the title Yoongi suggested.

“Let’s get to work.” Hoseok smiled at everyone knowingly. “What are some things that we can do so we can ‘get the girl’ so to speak?”

Jin raised his hand, even though he knew he didn’t need to, and started. “Pay for the first date. There’s nothing worse than expecting her to pay! What kind of a guy does that?”

“Be a gentleman?” Jungkook said inquisitively.

“Well, obviously, genius,” Jimin scoffed. “That is the name of this whole guide thing, or whatever this is.” Jimin waved his hand in Jungkook’s direction.

Taehyung interjected next, ignoring the argument between Jimin and Jungkook. “Hold the door open for her, compliment her, buy her things that she wants, text her cute long messages, and always be sure to call her throughout the day to make sure she’s doing okay.”

“Wait,” Hoseok started, turning his full attention to Taehyung.  “We are talking about the early stages… That could freak her out, you know.”

Taehyung scratched the back of his neck, looking towards the ground. “Oh,” he smiled lightly. “I guess that would explain a lot.”

Jungkook interrupted. “Why don’t we use our experiences to help us, rather than making general statements every guy should know?”

Hoseok didn’t think that was a bad idea at all. In fact, it would help them all. They could recognize their problems and benefit from past mistakes. The group watched as Hoseok’s hand got to work. When he was finished, he tossed the notebook on the coffee table they were surrounding.

How To Be Perfect Men

1. Advice for the shy and young: Be confident. But not cocky.
   

“Taehyung, you’re up next.”

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Sandman XII

Hyung Line X Reader

Genre: Mystery, Psychological Thriller, Horror

Rated: M

Word Count: 2,555

Release Date: April 28th, 2021 @ 12:20 p.m. (GMT-5)

“Three years ago, the town was rocked by the disappearance of YN YLN. A bright young girl who had dreams of attending university and becoming a nurse. YN was a kind, shy, studious girl who kept to herself and never caused any troubles associated with teens her age. So imagine her loved ones surprised when she disappears one night from bed - never to be seen again. The strangest part was that all her belongings had been taken, all the photos with her disappeared, and all her social media deleted. But perhaps most peculiar was the wet sand found at the foot of her bed.”

Warnings: yandere behaviors, drug use, toxic relationships, near kidnapping.

AN: Sorry if my writing is a little rusty, it’s been a while.

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I got the feeling this was all planned but with one took the picture? Minsuh was a hot mess as well, wonder how it would’ve gone if she’d been the one to open the envelope..