Warnings - Not literal Infidelity, but they are on the verge of it. Mentions of alcohol abuse, Mentions of Self harm. (There are no heavy triggers, only slight mentions of it.) The warnings are limited to the first few chapters. It gets better i promise)
Summary - Love is indeed a beautiful feeling, but does not come without its obstacles. When your 7 loving, idol boyfriends think it’s better to date someone within the industry or like they put it “Someone who knows their world”, you have no choice but to accept their abrupt decision. Time goes by and you think you’re doing just fine, One long lost dream, One given up identity and one drunk mistake and a few clicks is all it takes until the limelight falls on you and living your life behind a camera is an option no longer available.
“Come on baby, it’s not even raining that hard now” You pout at your boyfriend. You had gone on a quick weekend away since he only had a couple of weeks until the next comeback. Unfortunately. the two of you had chosen the worst possible weekend, and a storm hit almost the moment you arrived. Not that spending time cuddling with Hoseok as you hide from the rain is a bad thing, you’d just had your heart set on exploring the gardens and woods surrounding the B+B you were staying at. But after streaming 3 films in a row your butt had gone numb. Hobi looks down at you cuddled in his arms and then glances out of the window.
“I don’t know y/n, it looks like the clouds are still rolling in” he is rightfully suspicious of the break in the downpour, but you are undeterred. You push his arms off you and stand motioning for him to come with you. He groans but follows reluctantly. You grab your coat and run out into the gardens. The area was gorgeous: beautiful ivy coloured the old bricks of the building, manicured green lawns, and walls of climbing flowers creating hidden little wonderlands throughout the grounds. Hobi held on to your hand as you pulled him down the path, admiring the excitement in your eyes from finally being outdoors.
You managed about half an hour before the rain started pelting down again. It came down in sheets and you were soaked immediately. You found shelter in a greenhouse a little way down the trail. The two of you had gone so far you could no longer see the house. Hobi glared at you playfully, silently reminding you that he had been against the walk, now the two of you were stuck there until the rain let up again. You meet his eyes a little sheepishly and he stifles a chuckle, trying to keep up his annoyed façade.
“I’m sorry Hobi, I didn’t think it’d start again so soon” your eyes drop to the floor, naturally submissive. He smiles seeing you so willing to submit to him.
“It’s okay love, I’m sure we can find a way to pass the time” his hands find their way your shoulders, applying slight pressure forcing you on to your needs “besides you look so great wet” his tongue drags along his lips as he takes in your clothing stuck to your figure, hair dripping into your eyes, and the feigned innocence in your eyes and you look up at him from your new position. The sight made his cock twitch impatiently. He unbuckles his belt and uses it to secure your hands in front of you. “Now be a good girl for me and make me feel good.”
You obey immediately, opening your mouth waiting for him to guide himself into your throat. He pushes his jeans to his ankles and his cock springs free, every time you see it your mouth waters. Nothing brings you more pleasure than serving your Hobi, making him moan while he calls you his good girl. You move forward, desperate to fill your mouth but he stops you.
“You know what my love, you’ve been so naughty getting us caught here like this maybe you don’t deserve a treat” he uses his own hand to pump his length. Positioned so close that you could lick it but you didn’t dare move if he told you know, the punishment wouldn’t have been worth it. “Maybe I should just make you watch as I make myself feel good.” The glint in his eye was evil as he pumped himself faster and faster maintaining eye contact and watching you squirm. He tensed nearing his high, the sight making you let out an involuntary whimper. This was a mistake. His hand came away from his dick and grasped your face instead. He squished your cheeks together uncomfortably and brought his face level with yours.
“Did I tell you that you could make noise love?” you shake your head slightly, unable to move anymore in his clutch. He takes his from your cheeks and forces two fingers in your mouth instead. “maybe I just need to stuff your pretty face to keep you quiet after all. He pumps his fingers in and out a few more times before removing them, quickly replacing them with his cock instead. Your hair is wrapped around his hand, so your head is immobile. He fucks into your skull relentlessly. Tears roll down your face landing on your already soaked jeans, and you gag around the intrusion. He doesn’t let up until he is ready for release. His thrusts slow as he cums down your throat. He pulls himself away from you mouth and crouches down to your level. He drags his thumbs under your eyes removing remaining tears and kisses you deeply.
“You’re amazing baby” he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours “Now lets get you out of these wet clothes and take care of you.”
❁ Summary: Yn works for a very shady organization, her boss would not hesitate to destroy her if it is necessary, the mission is to scam one of Korea’s most powerful CEO, your plan is to seduce him of course, get the information required by your superiors and escape, if you fail you lose everything if you succeed you are set for life.
Little did you know, things do not always go as planned.
❁ Word count: 2,3k
❁ Genre: angst, fluff.
❁ Warnings: slight reference of intercourse.
❁AN: i know what are you thinking, why start a new series when i have 2 i haven’t updated yet? Sorry i couldn’t help myself, i hope you enjoy it my lovelies, plss write down comments to follow up.
You tuck your dress to side inside the car, automatically taking a look with your phone camera, your make up is intact, you needed to look more than perfect tonight, in fact, if something goes wrong you could lose everything that you had been working on the last two months plus having to face with your scary boss that would not hesitate to literally destroy you, so you needed to play your part well.
As you arrive to the hotel and the staff was quick to lead you to the event, soon a crowd of high-status people was surrounding you, everybody in their circle, even though it was a party nobody seemed to have their guard down, some with a bored look in their faces as they were sick of these kinds of events where everybody was pretending behind a friendly smile.
As you take a champagne glass from the waiter and sipped, your eyes were looking for the most important person in the entire room: Kim Namjoon.
“You see that man, right at my corner, he is Kim Namjoon” said your boss V sipping his cappuccino, his hands covered in golden rings, his casual but incredibly expensive clothes, the dead look in his eyes, his whole persona was from an outsider a classy man, but you that had work enough time with him, is still difficult getting accustomed to his intimidating aura.
You two were having brunch in a very fancy french place, in downtown Seoul.
Your gaze poses on the manly figure having a light meal with a bunch of middle aged men, he stood up dressed head to toe in designer suit, Rolex on his wrist, brown hair slicked down, he was handsome for sure.
“I thought that he would be forty year old with a decaying hairline” you commented pinching your dessert and having a taste.
“Me too” he looked at you “he is your mission” V grabbed a piece of your dessert and hummed savoring pastry.
“I don´t think it would be difficult, Mr. V” you glace again at man that was now lurking on his phone oblivious “It would take a month or two” you saw a little smirk on your boss lips.
“Well then, you better don´t disappoint” he called the waiter and paid the check.
You needed to catch Namjoon attention, after all you been studying this man for two months, every move you make is calculated and couldn’t allow yourself to slip up, V has made a significant investment in this mission, and you needed to pay your debt, you were interwind with a very dangerous organization and their business partners, if you couldn’t do the job they would probably got rid of you and replace you, but not everything is bad, if you do things right means that you are set for life, the bigger the risk the more rewarding award.
The bubbly persona that you had been studying was now on full display while you talk with some guests at the party, you haven’t even spotted Namjoon closest circle, so maybe chatting with some random people get you some information.
“And by the way, I know the reason why someone like Kim Namjoon had organized this business party disguised as a charity event” said the woman with immaculate appearance, crimson lips and big diamond earrings.
“Really?” you opened your eyes pretending innocence and surprise.
“oh yeah, I got some friends that occasionally invest on his company, they are generous so from time to time they go to lunch together, get invited to his parties, you know the drill…” she paused while you nodded pretending to understand “anyway, the point is that he was trying to pull investors for his new project or whatever and my friends recognized some not trustworthy people, apparently some new rich bitcoin coons, they warned him but he didn’t listened, I don’t know the details so don’t ask me, but he got scammed and lost face in front of everybody, now I was just sharing my theory with Jinyoung and Mathew” she said with a expectant smirk on her face.
“I’m intrigued” you lead her on.
“The excuse is the charity for funding schools in some god forsaken country, but all this flamboyant party is in reality a way to say that the scam situation hasn’t face him at all, like last month he’s on the news scammed written on big letters, but now he has all the money to spend in this lavish dinner and party” Jinyoung and Mathew agreed with her while you sipped your second glass of champagne.
“But the question here is all smoke and mirrors?” you asked rhetorically.
The three people nodded.
“I’m Jihyo, by the way” she offered her hand and you took it shaking it with a smile.
“I’m yn, is a pleasure to meet you” you responded, Mathew and Jinyoung also introduced themselves.
“What are you doing here, if you don’t mind me asking” said Jihyo.
Because you were training for this, getting into character you were not nervous at all, the trick to a good lie is to always take elements that are real and incorporate them into your story.
“To be honest, my boss sent me because he didn’t want to attend himself, if anyone asks, I’m instructed to said he on a wedding in Italy, he picked me for this event to represent him” you lied without hesitation.
“Where do you work?” asked Jinyoung.
“Do you know Park & Choi co.?” they all nodded “Then you are speaking with the assistant of their lobby’s departments president.” You added.
“Damn you must be good at your job, those people don’t let anybody that they don’t trust handle their business” said Jihyo impressed.
After chatting for some minutes, you excused yourself to the bathroom to refocus on your mission, retouching your lipstick in the bathroom two supermodel like girls entered, one clearly upset.
“Why he is so mean to me? I don’t understand!” said the girl whining.
“He is playing games is Park Jimin afterall, like you were supposed to enjoy the short time he gave you his attention” said her brunette friend.
You recognized that name, Park Jimin, one of Namjoon’s biggest competitors, also a womanizer asshole.
“I know Park Jimin” you said to them, catching their attention.
“Do you?” replied a little too aggressive the heartbroken girl.
“Yeah my friend was as devasted as you are right now”
“What did you say?!”
“Dahyun! Excuse her, I’ve been trying to warned her to lower her expectations but she didn’t listen” said the other girl.
“It’s ok, he is trash though” you added, both girls chuckled agreeing with you.
“Yeah, to be honest I wasn’t even supposed to be with him” said the girl named Dahyun “Like my brother hates him and everything” she spoke as she was about to cry.
Suddenly you recognize the girl, as Namjoon’s sister, you knew that she was a spoiled brat that knew no better that partying and spending money on unnecessary expensive stuff, the other girl must be her friend.
“You should had listened to Namjoon oppa, he was right about him” her friend told her, Dahyun rolled her eyes.
“You are so annoying, Nayeon, you always defend him, I know you are in love with him or whatever but be on my side sometimes!”
You raised an eyebrow, interesting, now you have competition, well she was pretty and all, but you would not take any chances to get the job done.
“Wait a minute you are mister Kim’s sister, right?” you asked her pretending surprise, she nodded. “Miss Kim, it’s an honour, I’m Kang Yn”
“Don’t get all formal all of the sudden” she said to you “I can imagine you are as bored as I am, and if you want me to introduce you to my brother, don’t, he is a sexist bastard and doesn’t do business with women” your smile slightly deflated at the fully composed Dahyun.
“He is not sexist, Namjoon oppa is just traditional!” defended Nayeon
“whatever” Dahyun replied to her friend “if you can excuse us” she said while walking off the restroom with her friend Nayeon following after.
You had to make the connection with Namjoon as soon as possible, you didn’t feel good about his sister’s best friend being around him, she was like a lost puppy, pathetic.
Maybe a cigarette could make things better.
On the balcony you pull out of your purse a cig just to curse out loud because you didn’t bring the lighter.
“Need some light?” a soft but manly voice asked behind you, you turn over and before your eyes was Park Jimin, the devil himself.
“Yes, please” you put the cigarette in your mouth and he light it on for you not losing the eye contact, you inhaled the smoke and then exhaled it feeling more relaxed. “Thanks…”
“Jimin, Park Jimin” he said with a smile.
“Oh so you are THE Park Jimin” you replied taking another smoke.
“so you heard of me” he stated playful little smile still on.
“Well some girls where talking shit on the bathroom” you teased, the man was attractive for sure.
“Let me guess, one is a brunette and the other is a black-haired girl” he asserted and you nodded. “That’s what I thought”
“You ex is a little upset let me tell you” you said to him, he laughed at your statement.
“Dahyun is not my ex, she doesn’t have maturity level enough to involve herself in a relationship”
“So you are a heartbreaker?” smiled at him smoking once again your cigarette.
“Not with you, may I have your number?” he said confident, it would hurt to say no to a very handsome multimillionaire, but it was something you had to do, because your life was on the line.
“I’m sorry, mister Park, I’m compromised with someone else” you looked at him in the eye.
“May I have your name?” he said with the same confidence that you had to smile almost flustered.
“My name is Kang yn”
“My pleasure, miss Kang” he said kissing your hand “And by the way before you go, if there is somebody that is heartbroken, that person must be me”
“And why is that?” you asked expecting another flirting line
“Mister Kim Namjoon himself, the host of this party, it’s about to marry my girlfriend, isn’t that ironic?”
You had to make seam as you didn’t care, but that was definitely something you were not expecting.
“Ironic?”
“I may have fooled around with his little sister, but he got with the only person I only care about”
“For what it was said to me, mister Kim didn’t have a formal relationship nor did he want one”
And it was true, you did well your research, what is this marriage thing all of the sudden.
“Because he is a business man, first, human second, the only thing that matters to him is money, for him it’s game getting with Jisoo and I don’t know why I’m telling you this, I’m sorry” he apologized lowering his gaze.
“You needed to tell someone that, Mr. Park, I hope you enjoy the rest of the night” you said to him turning around just to hear his voice again.
“Please call me, Jimin” he told you confident smile again on his face “and I hope to see you again” you nodded while walking away.
As soon as you saw the waiter with a tray full of champagne glasses, you chugged discretely three other glasses of the golden liquid, leaving you a little tipsy.
That changed the course of your plans, you studied the man, yes, his job was his whole life, but he was man after all, and a man has necessities, Namjoon wasn’t the exception, he always had a woman’s company maybe not every day but at least once a week, so when did he had time to engage to somebody, it simply can’t be.
The universe must hear your thoughts because there it was, Kim Namjoon with an elegant and beautiful woman under his arm, as you saw the shooting daggers that Park Jimin was sending with his eyes to them, you assumed he was with Jisoo.
What to do?
Maybe you should plan another time to meet him, like you didn’t have to marry him or anything just maintain a low key relationship, not necessarily romantic, to get close to all the financial info that you could get your hands on.
Feeling defeated and miscalculating some steps you almost fell to the ground but a pair of strong arms save you from your fall.
“Watch out, miss” his voice was warm, as you turned around to encounter a worried expression looking back at you.
“I’m sorry, sir, are you okay? You asked a little embarrassed.
“It is me that it has to ask you that question” he replied not letting your hands go until you got back your balance.
“I’m more than fine, just tripped with something, but thank you for helping me”
“I’m grateful that i was near to help, miss…?”
“Kang yn” you responded, today you had introduced yourself more that you were accustomed.
“You look beautiful today, miss yn” he took your hand and kissed it.
“Thank you…”
“Call me Hoseok” he said to you.
“Hoseok”
“My name sounds a thousand times better when you say it” he assured you with a smile.
“What a coincidence, mine too”
Hours and a few drinks later, Hoseok was thrusting inside of you making you moan, you were on his suite on this same hotel with a nice view, he couldn’t help himself when you took off your dress, leaving marks on your neck and sucking your breast.
It was a last minute thing, but it worked out.
You could not make a move that was not deeply calculated, sleeping with Hoseok was a full made decision.
But what he has to do in this whole thing, you ask.
Well, he is Namjoon best friend and business partner and your next best chance to keep your plan going.
Hoseok was your access to Namjoon, and you were not going to waste this opportunity.
The last thing you remember was how the hot guy in the movie for the million time had let down the protagonist of the series, soon you encounter yourself fast asleep on your very comfy couch in your cozy apartment, on friday night.
You were commonly considered as home buddy, so you love to stay at home on fridays and spend time with yourself, you went out from time to time but you were tired today, so you drank whole bottle of wine and started to watch a show on your waiting list.
And you were dreaming about a good deserved vacation until the annoying ringing of your phone woke you up.
Note: This is very angsty, mentions of death and coping
———
His eyes open. He feels something weighing down on him, stopping him from moving. He stares at the ceiling, then looks over at the bedroom window, there’s no sunlight pouring through the curtain. He cant move his neck, shifting only his eyes over to the clock on the bedside table. The blue digital numbers reading 2:30 AM. Hoseok closes his eyes, hoping that he’ll just drift off to sleep again.
“Hobi? Where are you?”
Hoseok’s eyes snap open at the sound of your voice coming from somewhere downstairs. His eyes move to the bedroom door, his chest swelling with excitement. Finally, you’re home. He knew that you would come back. He tries to grip onto the bedsheets on either side of him to lift himself up, but no matter how much the muscles in his arms and hands tense, he can’t close his fist. He can’t move, like cement has been poured through his veins. He hears what sounds like your keys being set down, then hears you moving around as if searching for him. “Hobi?”
Hoseok tries desperately to yell out for you, but he can’t open his mouth. Instead he lays there with his chest heaving and his lips quivering, only managing small whimpers between his pursed lips. The footsteps start to get closer, and Hoseok hopes that you’ll find him and help him. Hoseok’s breath gets faster and heavier as he tries again to sit up, the footsteps arrive at the door and the knob slowly starts to turn. Hoseok is suddenly torn from his trance, his skin stings as if someone has thrown cold water onto him. He quickly sits upright, gasping for air and taking only a second to collect himself before he runs towards the closed bedroom door. He throws it open, hoping to see you on the other side, but instead he is faced with the empty hallway. His chest rises and falls as he stands there a bit longer, the darkness staring back and silently mocking him. Then he slowly starts to step backwards, until his thighs hit the bed and he falls back onto it. He spends the rest of the night with his head in his hands.
—–
“It happened again.” Hoseok says as he pulls out one of your jewelry boxes from the dresser, brushing off the thin layer of dust that has began to form. He hadn’t touched your things since you’d passed away.
“The sleep paralysis?” Yoongi’s voice asks from the other end of the phone.
“Yes.” Hoseok rubs his eyes, which are tired and swollen from multiple restless nights like the prior one.
“I think we should go see a doctor if they don’t stop. Maybe some sleeping meds will help.” Yoongi suggests. Hoseok nods as he examines the jewelry box, he’s been going through the things you left behind after the members suggested that getting rid of some of the clutter would help him be at peace of mind. Instead, he had found himself getting lost in the memory of every object. He opened the box and let out a sound of surprise when a piece of paper fell out, slipping past him and settling on the ground. He picked it up as Yoongi asked what he found on the other side of the line. Hoseok unfolded the paper, and the first line he read was “To My Hobi,” written neatly in your handwriting at the top of the page. He could hear your voice clearly in his head as he read it again, closing his eyes briefly to collect himself.
“I’ll call you back, Yoongi.” He didn’t wait for a reply as he hung up and continued to read the letter.
To My Hobi,
Hey, it’s me, Y/N. I am writing this letter as a precaution, because I do not seem to be getting better. I feel weaker each day, and spend more time asleep than awake. This was just supposed to be a cold. It wasn’t supposed to be this bad. I won’t tell you that I wrote this letter, because I know that it would hurt you that I am thinking like this. I am not saying that I will die, but I am just being prepared. I know that if you need to, you will find this letter.
If you are reading this it means that I have already passed. I cannot even begin to imagine how you are feeling or how you are taking this, since it hurts to picture such a beautiful soul like you having to deal with such a terrible situation. I am sorry to part with you like this, I am sorry that I left before you. But I want you to know, how much I truly love you. You embodied the word perfection and basked in all of its glory, and not a day goes by that I do not call myself lucky to be able to call you my husband. It is okay to be sad, it is okay to cry, it is okay to miss me. But please promise me that you will learn how to smile again. Please promise me that you will continue to live, and that you will not be afraid to love again. You are too great of person for me to not let go. Other people deserve to know Jung Hoseok, and other people deserve to feel the way you made me feel. Please continue to share your gift and your smile, with the world. You were my hope and sunshine, even in these last painful days. But at least now you will remember me as I was, and I will live forever in your house of memories. I love you. I will always love you. So please, smile for me.
Sincerely, Y/N
The paper was stained, it looked as if a tear had dried on it before. And now there was a fresh tear falling directly next to it, the paper shaking slightly in Hoseok’s hands. He set the paper down and settled his back against the dresser as he allowed himself to cry, letting his grief out in loud sobs. Perhaps he had been doing this all wrong. He could not forget you, no matter how hard he tried. Which is what he had been trying to do, because he thought that if he could erase all the feelings you’d given him, the pain would become enough to bare. But instead of treating you like a memory he wanted to forget, he should have treated you as a cherished recollection in his heart. For you, he’d build a palace in his house of memories. After he had calmed down enough, with his eyes puffy and his nose bright red, he called Yoongi back. He told him everything, and later that night, Hoseok went out to eat with the members for the first time since you’d passed away. Hoseok finally smiled again, and laughed. That night was the first night that he finally slept through.
“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
Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader’s DAD Genre: Celebrity au, fluff, drama, slice of life.
Summary: You admire BTS, but you weren’t madly in love with them, you could never justify giving up your life for people you didn’t actually know. You did however enjoy teasing the idols when you got the chance. Your father gave you the tickets to the BTS concert and a piece of cardboard.
“What is this for?”
“Don’t the best fans, hand make signs?”
“Come on we are going to be late” you pulled your father along the line you had priority entry and standing tickets in the middle of the stage which means where ever you turned BTS would be there. You remember your father handing you the tickets and a slab of cardboard with a grin.
“I know it’s early but Happy 13th birthday,”
“What is this for?” You tapped the cardboard confused.
“Don’t the best fans hand make signs?” He shrugged, “your mum used to write signs like this when she went to the backstreet boys, things like I love you Nick!”
“Mum was so lame,” You laughed
“Ahh but she would be so proud of you, if she could see the young woman you have become.”
I guess he had expected me to take a friend but they were all busy, you thanked him laughing off the idea of the sign, but you didn’t expect him to carry it under his arm, it was folded over the contents hidden from view, it made you a little curious. Your parents had been young when they had you, and your mother had passed away shortly after your first birthday. Your father did his absolute best to raise you with everything you could ever need and more. He worked hard and never cut corners and though he suffered in the beginning it paid off in the end.
He had been working at the stadium for years and so he managed to pull some strings and get some really great tickets. I was truly happy my father had gone to so much trouble for me knowing how much this band helped me through many struggles.
So after ducking to the bathroom you took your place in the standing area, there was some various chatting and your father was talking with some girls excitedly. He admitted he had never been to a concert and didn’t really know much of BTS. They explained the different members and they even leant him a spare army bomb.
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Father’s POV:
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When the music started and the show began needless to say I was dazed by the effects and music, the dancing, singing and visuals before him. “That one is Namjoon he is the leader,” The girls explained helpful
I waved the Army bomb and jumped to the music, a few guys approached me talking excitedly, I was honestly having a lot of fun getting to just connect with the performers and dance to the music. “It is nice to see another guy appreciate their music.”
“They are good performers why wouldn’t I appreciate them.” I grinned to the small group of guys dancing together, they gave me some snacks and a drink before resuming their circle of dancing and shouting.
“Hey you haven’t showed them your sign, this is their last song!” the girls said and pushed me forward with a grin, I gave a cheeky smile and opened the sign above my head.
I knew nothing about the group but I had wanted to show support with a brilliant sign that read, “MARRY ME” with red hearts. They were dancing and a few caught sight and giggled. I felt my cheeks light up as my face was on screen, I cheered and waved the sign happily and saw my daughter giggling and clapping in the background.
As the song came to an end one of the members sat on the edge of the stage and asked, “What is your name?” he held out the microphone.
“(name)” I smiled
“Ah, did you make the sign?”
“Yes, I thought every concert needs a sign of undying love” He grinned
“Who would you like to ask to marry you?” the man asked
“Yoongi,” One of the members pushed him forwards and the group chorused Yoongi as did some of the crowd.
“Ah, what do you do for a living?” Yoongi asked
“I work here actually, I bought tickets but I am the event manager, I make sure you get everything you want for the concert day, like fireworks.” I smiled “You guys have a great night, I loved the concert it was my first time seeing a real concert and not be working.”
Soon the patrons began to leave the stadium, I took my daughter to my office just to pick up the reports from the nights show, I called everyone to a meeting by the stage and smiled, “The concert was great, it really opened my eyes to what the audience gets to see. You guys have been working hard and I have some ideas on how to make the next two nights even better.”
“Thank you for your hard work tonight,” One of the performers from the band smiled, “Hey, it’s marry me (name)”
“Hey, thank you for the show,”
“We are one care short, so some of us will have to stay behind?” Namjoon said
“I mean if you want I can call a driver for you, or even drop you off somewhere,” He said, it is kind of my fault you only have one vehicle, “Hire another vehicle for tomorrow nights performance.”
“Of course sir,” they nodded making a note.
“Actually a ride home would be great,” Namjoon smiled and they split into two groups. They got into the vehicle and my daughter sat in the passenger seat, she played with the radio settling for classical tunes.
“What is the address?” I asked and put it into the GPS, the ride was filled with talking, “I am sorry, I don’t know much about BTS besides what I have seen tonight, what are your names?”
“Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon.” They said smiling, “The others are in the other car, they are Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook.”
“Ah, sorry about the sign, I just thought it would be fun to write a sign and hold it up, my late wife had done that once before for her favorite performers, so I wanted to do the same, in her memory.”
“Ah that reminds me, do you mind if I stop by a bakery on the way home, it’s my daughters birthday today.” He ran in and came back out with some cupcakes and smiled. “You guys can all share them.”
Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
After the first debacle of the overlapping rus things got easier the boys all synced up after the first year together making their ruts intense but short lived. They were super respectful and never tried to hurt you, Jimin also respected your decision not to engage in anything within the house or during their ruts so as not to cause any problems.
There were some changes within the home dynamic that brought the boys closer together, it was during Jungkook’s rut. He was still getting used to his prescription medicine, and his body went into another rut a month after the scheduled rut. It was common yet scary, he was in a fair amount of pain but they each refused any sort of physical help or pheromone sprays.
The youngest was so embarrassed when he woke up beside his oldest hyung, it seemed Jin couldn’t take listening to the Jaguar cry. Since the moment the two had met they had such a playful bond, the quiet shy Jungkook and the outgoing and caring Seokjin. Part of you was excited to see them all so caring with one another but you had to give them both a heavy warning.
“Jin, you can’t just take Jungkook to your bed when he is in his rut, what if he was influenced by his rut and when he woke up he regretted or hated you for doing something he didn’t consent to?”
“No, I promise, we didn’t do anything. I just held him because he was in pain and he didn’t have to deal with it on his own” Jin exclaimed, “I wouldn’t, at least I don’t think I would ever do anything with anyone without their consent.”
“I know, I just have to say this and advise you not to, if Jungkook begged you too would you have given in.” you sighed running your hand through your hair, the day had only just started and you were already exhausted.
“What if I consent to it beforehand?” Jungkook said nervously, not exactly excited to see Jin standing there, his tail and ears drooped slightly in fear. “I can write it out for you, I don’t want anyone to get in trouble for something I do. If I am in my rut I trust everyone in this house and consent to them if they wish to help me.”
“Yeah give me that form, I will consent too, not that I usually go about needing help, but there have been moments, and it wouldn’t be bad, we share our ruts anyway so maybe it would feel like less of a burden to suffer alone” Yoongi smiled
“I would consent,” Taehyung smiled
“You know I would help you guys out, I’m not shy?” Hoseok giggled
“Look I will draw up some forms and you can fill them out, if you wish privately, I don’t want anyone to feel pressured, and include the names of anyone you give consent to I need specific details and just because you sign these forms doesn’t mean consent doesn’t change, before you do anything I want you to ask and get clear verbal confirmation.”
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It surprised you when each member of the household submitted a form of consent, reading the names on the first form you paused. Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung and Y/n. Flipping to the next form you saw your name written then again, laying out all the forms you saw your name on each in tiny block letters. It made your heart tremble, looking up from the table they all stood, hands clasped in front of their forms like they were standing before a general in the military. Their eyes searched anywhere in the room but refused to look at you, crossing your arms, you leaned back in your chair. Suppressing a smile, you waited for one of them to break, waiting for one of them to explain why you were included on every form. They shuffled, scratching, fidgeting, shuffling or tugging at their ears or tails nervously.
“Did we do something wrong?” Jimin asked
“Uh not exactly this is just a little surprising that you included me but I am glad you all trust me enough to help you when you are in need.” You couldn’t help how red your cheeks had gotten and tried to reorganize the forms as a way of distracting yourself. Though the forms didn’t need to be sent away it was just collateral for if something happened. You carried them to the filing cabinet and placed each hybrid’s form into their respective folders.
“What is this?” Seokjin gestured to the filing cabinet.
“All your documents, from adoption to university, medical things, your stocks and shares, anything that you might need now or in the future.” I smiled
“Stocks and shares?” Namjoon asked
“You think I would leave you with nothing when this is over, I have given you each a portion of the program, if it is a success you will all be set for life, you will be able to live a comfortable life.” I explained, not game enough to face them while I spoke. “For helping me achieve my dream, you deserve to reap some rewards. Hopefully it will help you reach your dreams as well.”
A pair of arms wrapped around my waist, I heard a cheeky giggle, lifting my arm I saw Hoseok grinning up at me. “You are so shy, aww shy little baby”
My cheeks turned redder and my ears popped out from my hair, I covered my face in my hands and tried to drown out the chorus of coo’s from the boys. I whined at their relentless teasing, but it felt nice that they were all happy.
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“Okay Yoongi, you need to slow down and start indicating,” he nodded and “Perfect and if it looks all clear then make the turn if not you can wait until it is clear.”
“Okay, I don’t see anyone coming,” he pulled down the next street. His movements were a little rough but he was doing well for his first time driving. It was just around the small estate but he was doing so well. “All right and then if you are done we can pull into the driveway or we can go for another loop around.”
He looked at me with a cheeky gummy smile and continued down the road, the boys waved from the front yard and I grinned. “Yoongi at the intersection go right this time.” He followed my direction and we arrived and he parked. I pulled out my phone and quickly texted the boys that we were safe just grabbing something to eat and then would return home soon.
“Come on, let’s have a couple of lamb skewers.” I dragged the snowy tiger hybrid into the small shop. We ate happily taking some extra food home for the others and I grinned driving home.
“You finished, you and Namjoon are almost finished with your degrees, it is good they still had all your records from when you first went to uni so you didn’t have to redo any subjects. Then there is Namjoon who frankly scares me, he just easily flies through his subjects and just has so much motivation towards studying.” I laughed, Yoongi pulled into the garage and shut the rolling door behind us. The others stepped into the garage smiling at us. “You will be a free man once you graduate, what are you thinking of doing? I am not telling you to move out or anything. I am just wondering if there is something you want and if I can help you get it.”
“I want us.” He took my hand and looked at me, “I want you and all those loud idiots out there, I want to be a family.”
“You are a lot more forward today Yoongi,” I smiled, “I like your honesty, and of course you can stay for as long as you want.”
“I guess reading all those psych textbooks has allowed me to accept who I am and I dunno it feels nice to just say what I want.” He looked at the six males dancing in front of the car, Taehyung upping his shirt like a soccer player and smacking his palms against his belly while Jimin and Jungkook were doing some form of twerking the latter upside down with his feet on the wall. I saw the light pink dusting his cheeks as he smiled, his cheeks puffing slightly making his eyes curve, “I want to live together as a family for the rest of my life.”
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Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
Jimin had spent the entire day with Jungkook, getting him food and water intermittently and soothing the young hybrid during his most aggressive moments. The scent that was seeping from Jimin’s clothes was a little nerve-racking but nothing you couldn’t handle. It was easy to deal with hybrid-related things since you weren’t a full hybrid. The madness that stemmed around heats and ruts didn’t particularly exist when it came to you.
Honestly, it was a blessing, there was nothing scary than succumbing to your own instincts, sure sometimes it felt good but you preferred things to be consensual. There was no room for confusion that way. Some aspects of hybrid instincts were super convenient, but the idea that someone could be influenced by their own hormones and pheromones and make someone feel loved only for them to wake up and deny it all saying it was just because of their heat or rut. That was the fear of loving a hybrid, did they love you back or are their feelings being manipulated by their animal side.
Jimin carried a bowl of cold water and a small cotton face washer into Jungkook’s room, his face filled with concern over the younger male. He must not be handling his first rut very well, sounds of pain and growling could be heard well into the night. Jimin’s cooing and soothing voice were constant and the only comfort Jungkook received was when he collapsed from exhaustion his breathing would even out and Jimin would leave to get more cold water.
The next morning was oddly quiet there was no animalistic growling or painful shouts. If you listened carefully you could hear them talking softly. Jimin spoke about his first rut and how he was so scared. When the pain would strike Jungkook would whimper once more and apologize profusely to which Jimin would tell him he was okay and everything would get better.
“Breathe, Jungkook,” Jimin spoke and the jaguar would gasp in lungfuls of air. When the pain was over Jimin added softly “It’s time for your medicine, you should be able to sleep now. So try your best, you are exhausted.”
“Will you stay with me?” he mumbled, “I don’t want to be alone.”
“Alright move over,” Jimin said after a brief rustling the two stilled and there was a deep rumbling sound you could easily recognize as Jungkook’s unabashed purrs were smooth and warm. They were accompanied by Jimin’s which were a little quicker and bubbled more in his chest.
Taehyung stumbled from his room, his eyes weren’t exactly open but he staggered past your door and towards the kitchen. You heard him run into something heavy and you sighed pulling yourself out of bed to check on the Golden Retriever.
“I kicked my toe.” he pouted
Seokjin slapped the table with his hand and shouted, “You trying to hurt my Taehyungie?” you tried not to laugh at the eldest hybrid’s childish antics, he had stood up and started an imaginary boxing match with the table. Seeing that Taehyung was now smiling, Seokjin took some imaginary punches falling to the ground a couple of times before wrapping his legs around a table leg. “He is a feisty one.”
Sides hurting from the laughter, Taehyung fell over with laughter. He sat on the floor watching his hyung’s performance and the two of you finally settled when he declared himself the winner and resumed his breakfast as nothing happened.
While making yourself a cup of coffee you decided to check how everyone was coping, Seokjin and Taehyung seemed quite fine and happy, you caught a sleepy Hoseok on his way to a shower, he paused in his tired state and gave you a hug. He paused for a moment and you suspected he had fallen asleep against you and you had to lightly shake him awake.
“Good morning Hoseok”
“Mmm… morning” he muttered before continuing his journey towards the bathroom. Giggling as he struggled with the bathroom door handle twice before huffing and forcing his eyelids open long enough to open the door properly. Passing the bathroom you knocked softly on Namjoon’s door, he called you in politely.
“Good morning Namjoon, is there anything I can get you today?”
“Ah no, I will be out soon for breakfast, I was just working on a few things for an upcoming essay.” He sniffed, “You smell good today, I thought I should remind you that I am due for my rut tomorrow and I will be fine on my own, I have my prescription of suppressants. It would be best if I am left alone, although the symptoms are usually subdued I will be a little cranky.”
“Understood, feel free to text me if you need anything, I am always happy to help.” I nodded and headed back out stopping by Yoongi’s door. I knocked and heard a shuffling of blankets.
“Don’t come in,” He called his voice sounding hoarse,
“I understand, let me know if you need anything Yoongi” I scolded myself for forgetting that Yoongi was starting his rut today, I headed to the kitchen and I spoke with the three hybrids sitting around the dining table.
“What helps you through your rut, if I make each of you something for when you get your rut will that help, Like I can make you a basket every six months or so depending on your hybrid species. I could get your favorite drinks and snacks, your favorite movies, or a special pair of pj’s. Or, I could buy you some pheromone spray that can help calm you.”
“No Spray” they all shouted looking momentarily panicked.
“Okay, no spray,” I agreed, letting them write a list, Namjoon emerged and gave a list of drinks and snacks that he always enjoyed when he was feeling sick. Hoping to bring them some sort of ease during their uncomfortable rut period. You guided Jin, Taehyung, and Hoseok out to the shopping center, the four of you filling a shopping cart with different items that each believed would help.
“What about these?” Taehyung held up some cute pj’s they were matching, each was purple with stars, and Hoseok and Jin grabbed them, sizing them up to their chests. “They have room for our tails.”
“Look you can have a set too,” Taehyung said and I grinned, making sure to carefully check my phone for the boy’s sizes. I had made sure to make notes on their sizes for any clothing or shoe purchases.
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Rating: All audiences Genre:Fantasy, Comedy, Fluffy Fluff, Adventure, Romance, Drama. Pairing:Bts x Reader
Summary:Being BTS’s assistant manager sounded more fun than it was, their schedule was busy and they no longer had time to talk, eat and play. On top of that you couldn’t get close to them for fear of rumours spreading. An accident on set leaves you in a bit of a pickle. No longer do you have to care for the seven tiny boys. No they are huge! Or is it you who is now small?
You were working for the BTS boys, running around getting random props, bags, water, food and other miscellaneous items. You would carry paperwork from Sejin’s office to other departments and staff. You worked precise and efficiently, not allowing for any chance of mistake.
At least you tried to, you of course made plenty of mistakes in the beginning taking the form for props to the set design, taking the costume designs to Sejin and even carried the budget into a TXT live stream luckily you were not caught on camera. Bowing and stepping out.
Sejin was patient with you and you were grateful, you got to see the BTS boys when they came in for dance practice but they were usually so distracted. They loved having you around but you felt like you got seconds with them before they were gone again. You missed the days when they were little.
You were sent to gather some old props for some new song that would use them as references, you were excited but they never really told you much of anything, everyone was pretty tight lipped. But they assumed you couldn’t speak Korean and in their defence you kind of couldn’t. Sure you had studied Korean in school but talking with the boys was one thing and coming to Korea was another.
Locating the storage room you flicked on the light and pinned the door back, you were running around looking for the items when you saw the old doll house, the one you had built for them. The kept it for a few Tiny Tan recreation videos and was moved into storage at some point.
Stepping closer to see the pile of little clothes they used to wear, it made you miss them more. Taking care of them, talking whenever you wanted and just sharing your friendship. It was such a beautiful memory, but so long ago it was more nostalgic than anything.
You would give anything to be able to go back to that moment. Turning you found the box you were looking for, trying to carefully get it off the top shelf and lower it down you had a lever digging into your chest. Grasping the crate you pulled it off the shelf and tried to safely place it on the floor. The corner of the box getting caught on something.
You stepped back hoping whatever was in the way was now clear for you to place the props container on the cement. Even though you knew you should be heading back already you didn’t want to take the wrong box of props to set. Just a quick glance inside to prevent any further delays that might occur taking a second trip.
There was a small creaking sound like something falling into place. Opening the box you heard a whirring noise above you looking up to see the same machine that had miniaturized the boys in the first place. Someone had turned it on and it was pointed at you. Looking down you saw the lever which had previously been dug into your chest. It must have been caught on the box and as you brought the box down it took the lever with it.
Unlike other times the lever seemed stuck and the machine was making so much noise you were generally worried it would blow up leaving you with severe burns.
“I’m an idiot.” You gasped falling forward into the box lid clattering somewhere off to the side. A soft leather jacket breaking your fall, next to Hoseok’s spiked mask. That was close. Taking a deep breath you tried to wriggle towards the edge of the box only falling deeper into the soft leather. You heard the door to the prop room open.
“Where did she go?” Exasperation dripping off the strangers words.
“We will find her later, we have to take the props out quickly.”
The box was lifted and you dove under the fabric hiding in the jacket pocket. Hoping not to be spotted by anyone. They began taking things from the box. Please don’t throw or drop me.” You whispered
“Hey, my old leather jacket,” Yoongi grinned, “This is from when we were shooting danger.”
“Yoongi it’s your turn to get your hair done.” He walked over and sat in the chair, squished against the arm of the chair and his body. Pushing him he moved slightly making a small noise of confusion.
“Stay here, I just need to grab another bottle of heat protectant spray,” the stylist said, Yoongi’s hand went into the pocket and your only defense mechanism was to curl up in a ball. He pulled you from his pocket and looked down at you confused.
If you were to fall you weren’t sure you would survive, the world was so big and you were so small. “What is- Y/n?” He shut his mouth quickly and hid you close to him, “what is going on?”
“I was getting props and I bumped the lever and got miniaturized,” You sighed sitting in his hand, “That’s not the only problem I think the machine is broken, meaning I might be stuck like this forever.”
“You are going to have to hide in my pocket, we will figure this out once the shooting is done.” He said with a small smile sliding you back into his jacket pocket. “My very own tiny hand warmer.”
Your cheeks flushed as you tried to make yourself comfortable in his pocket. It wasn’t the most fun experience, the dancing was erratic and you were starting to feel sick. That and the temperature in the small space was climbing.
After a few takes Yoongi went to get a drink pulling you from his pocket and smiling. “I am sorry, it mustn’t be comfortable.”
“Yoongi, it’s time for solo scenes,” Seokjin said, “I just finished mine, so you are up next.”
“Alright, um… Y/n, accidentally shrunk herself,” Yoongi lifted you into the older members view, still keeping you hidden from the other staff members. Seokjin’s face split into a grin as he let out a little aegyo whine. Yoongi was being called again so he gently placed you in Seokjin’s hand, “Can you hold her for a bit and keep her safe and out of sight?”
“Hello love, tell me how I look, is my handsome face as beautiful up close.” He laughed holding you up close to his face, eyes big, you laughed at how silly he looked when he was cinema sized.
“Your jokes are funnier when you are this big,” You giggled and he scoffed, your laugh had caught the attention of Jungkook. Once he recognized you, he bore a mischievous smile. The fake maknae and the golden maknae were quick to taunt and tease you, poking your sides and making you giggle some more. “ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵃᶦʳ!”
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Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
There was something hard about bringing up such a topic with all the members in the house. You knew what needed to be discussed, but it was getting to those topics that were hard. It became even more awkward once Jimin returned, he seemed super affectionate which you loved, it was good to finally express some of the feelings you had locked away. It was the looks from the others that made it hard, the way they tried not to touch you. The hierarchy shifted slightly and suddenly they didn’t want to anger Jimin, for fear they would be kicked out. It wasn’t healthy for them to live in fear and tip toe around you.
On top of all this emotional relationship stuff there was work to be done, currently everyone in the house was in University excluding Jimin and yourself and you were trying your best to help each of them where they needed it, keeping them fed, showered, well rested and happy was taxing.
Jungkook was struggling with his class and you decided to help him by creating flash cards for his upcoming exam. It was in the middle of your study session that Jimin stepped behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck softly. You didn’t want to cause a scene but it tickled and the giggles escaped without your permission. Closing your eyes and melting back against Jimin’s chest, it felt almost scandalous like you shouldn’t be caught showing affection which you knew wasn’t true.
Huffing and standing Jungkook’s chair clattered loudly startling you from your moment, Jimin stepped around you looking concerned. “Jungkook?”
Jungkook was angry, his chest heaving underneath his thin black shirt, his eyes were sharp and his tail fluffed. Jimin reacted instinctively, not meaning to but his tail fluffed as well and the two were growling and hissing low at one another. “What is your problem?”
“I am sick of you acting like you care so much about Y/n, when you were the first one to turn your back on her when you found out she wasn’t human.” Jungkook shouted, figures came rushing from the hall and spilling into the living and dining area.
Words were thrown back and forth and just as things were starting to look physical you threw yourself between the two receiving a punch to the jaw. Jungkook looked horrified and Jimin was being physically restrained by the others. Blinking until your head cleared, you caught sight of Jungkook’s nose pinkened and his cheeks wet as his chest shook with tears. “I-I didn’t-”
He took off to his room slamming the door and though he was trying to be quiet in a house full of hybrids and animalistic beings. You heard every choke, sniffle and cry he tried to press into the pillow. You assure Jimin and the others you are okay and laugh, obviously it didn’t feel good and you had a splitting headache from the impact, but you weren’t a trembling flower.
Letting Jungkook get all his emotions out, you formulated what you should do and how to proceed from here. It shouldn’t have gotten this far, fights shouldn’t have broken out. The sound of a zip didn’t seem particularly alarming, nor did the sound of the cupboard doors, until you thought about it a moment longer.
Jungkook was packing a bag. Scrambling to his door you earnestly knocked, receiving only a sorrowful whine. Yoongi looked at you from a little way up the hallway, “He is a grown man with all the strength and mental maturity for making decisions but his emotional growth had been stunted, remember his hormones had been blocked for years, he is experiencing mood swings. He will act without thinking but it will ease up with time, just don’t give up on him yet.”
“I would never give up on him.” I huffed, saying the words firmly at the door hoping he would hear it. “Jungkook, please let me talk to you for a little bit.”
The door was unlocked, it was enough of an invitation. Stepping inside I saw him sitting on the bed, his head hanging low. The scent in the room was thick and you immediately understood the problem. Taking his bag you placed it on the floor and sat on his computer chair rolling it forward until you could place your hand on his knee for comfort.
“Look at me jungkook,” He looked up before averting his eyes back down and you chuckled softly. “I know it is pretty scary right now cause you are feeling a lot of different things, but I want to let you know that it is not safe for you to leave today okay.”
He looked up, his watery eyes confused at your words. “I mean I don’t want you to leave ever, but if you don’t want to be here I won’t force you to go kookie, it’s just that you are releasing some strong pheromones and I think you have started your rut. It would be best if you really do want to leave to stay here until it passes.” you patted his head letting him nuzzle his cheek and nose into your hand. Agreeing to wait until after his heat to make a decision.
As you stepped out, Jimin caught the door, moving slowly inside, appearing kind of small as he made to sit beside Jungkook. He began talking to Jungkook quietly and asking him if there was anything that could help him through his rut. The younger male shrugged not knowing what he would need or want, being his first time experiencing something like this.
You left the two alone hoping they would be able to talk about what they were both feeling in the moment before they started fighting. You made a mental note to talk to Jimin and ask him to perhaps back off from being too physical in front of everyone. Heading over to the calendar wanting to document Jungkook’s rut for the purpose of monitoring his health. Plus it would be easy for him to plan his life around his body’s schedule.
As you wrote ‘Jungkook’s Rut’ on the calendar you looked to see the next two days filled already. ‘Yoongi’s Rut’ and ‘Namjoon’s Rut’. Pausing you took a shaky breath. This wasn’t going to be easy but you knew they wouldn’t hurt you, they were respectful boys, but with so many hormonal men, it would probably induce the others and you would be dealing with no doubt seven hybrids in their Rut cycle.
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Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
You knew the exact moment each hybrid figured out what you had done. Stepping through the door you were bombarded by the two youngest, it had almost become a ritual to be engulfed in hugs and nuzzles but upon impact, you saw their faces contort into a mix of horror and disgust. Both young men blanch and throw themselves back in order to avoid being contaminated by this new addition to your scent.
Taehyung’s small whine was subtle compared to the sound of despair and anger that left Jungkooks’s throat, the two backed away retreating quietly to their rooms. It hurt, the two most affectionate ones in the house treating you with hostility and almost ignoring you. Could you blame them, they had all but confessed their feelings to you and you brought home another scent.
Your heart hurt, like being rejected. Was this a rejection? Did you ruin your relationship? You knew that you had grown too close to each of them. Getting to know each of them one by one, find out their fears, goals, and passions. Never in your life had you ever thought about cheating, and only recently had the concept of multiple partners been brought to your attention.
Was it considered cheating that you had shared an intimate moment with Jimin without the others? Was it selfish that you in fact were coming to terms that you might want to love and receive love from all of the males in the shared house? This was beyond your mental capacity but was it really fair on Yoongi to hear all your secrets. Beginning to feel insecure about how one-sided the relationship had become.
Stalking to the bathroom feeling dirty, guilt like acid in your chest corroding its way up your throat. Scrubbing your skin red with soap and scalding water, the tears falling until they began to sting your eyes. Did you regret what you had done? Never. Then why did you feel ashamed?
A faint knock came from the bathroom door, and you choked back a silent sob, “Yes, I’m hoping out, sorry”
Dressing quickly and rushing outside without a moment of hesitation. Needing to remove yourself from the house, for some fresh air in hopes that it might clear your head. Everything was becoming tight like the walls were closing in. Gripping the railing with tight fists. Breath in for five, hold it for five, release for five, hold for five and repeat.
Twelve rounds in and you had relieved the feeling of suffocation but the bitter feelings stayed anchored heavy in your chest. It was a familiar scent that had calmed you, coming back to the present with warm arms wrapped around your waist.
“Hey, are you okay?” Hoseok asked, rotating you in his arms until you were face too well, chest with the hybrid male. He took your cheeks in his hands and brought his nose to yours brushing the two together with a cute little sound effect. “Boing”
“Come to my secret hideout,” Hoseok led you through some overgrown hedges to where you found a secret little stone bench tucked away. It seemed Hoseok had found and claimed the area. He ducked under a small branch and held it up for you to pass under. “It is a little messy but I like it.”
“I can help you clean it up, we could prune and make it pretty” you mumbled, wanting to spend time with the young man. You wanted to know more of what was under the surface when it came to Hoseok.
“Pretty is nice, but this is real, untouched, this is how it has grown on its own and I think that’s special don’t you. Why should I try to shape something to fit what I want, will it make the plants happy? They grow in their own special ways however the wind and the rain guide them and they do it with every fiber of their being.” He giggled, “It’s like you, you never try to shape us differently or make us do anything we don’t want to, you let us grow in our own special way.”
“Hoseok…” You looked up at him close to tears, this is what you wanted. You wanted Hybrids to gain some self-worth.
“I think seeing something so natural and full of raw emotion and effort is way more beautiful than pretending to fit in.” Hoseok’s eyes were on you and you understood he had slyly moved the conversation to your insecurities about fitting in somewhere in the world. “Just be yourself and the right people will step into your garden and they will think you are beautiful.”
“Can I ask you something?” You whispered, picking lint off your pants, “Is it wrong to want multiple partners?”
“Can I tell you something, Red deer hybrids are polyamorous, I see it as a natural beautiful thing, I told you when it was brought up that I love the family we created because well, a part of me thought we were already all in a relationship. It hurt to think it was all in my head, but the way we were acting was the same as the herd back home on the farm.” Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck.
Hoseok dove into his past telling you about growing up being teased by the other young bucks and the two of you laughed about Hoseok’s mischievous adolescence getting back at his bullies. He made you open up, it was different compared to talking with Yoongi, Yoongi helped you work on yourself but Hoseok was just a friendly unbiased ear.
“That’s great that you and Jimin finally established a relationship, there was always some strange tension there, and I can see how the boys would take it hard. Don’t hold it against them, they aren’t mad at you. If anything they are upset, you see they are so young and everything seems so dramatic at that age. You smelling like another hybrid to them is like you saying “I hate you and I never want to be with you. Just a little time and some assurance and they will see they aren’t getting kicked out nor is the world ending.”
“I should probably talk to them both,” You hummed, processing Hoseok’s words and understanding a little more why the boys behaved so reserved earlier that afternoon.
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Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
A/n: I am sorry this took so long, I was working an insane amount and I just wasn’t happy with the scene. I couldn’t bring myself to truly write something steamy. So I tried my best, I thought if I just post it than I can continue with the story cause I have been stuck on this chapter for a while. SORRY AGAIN!
This was his chance, you stood up walking to the edge of his desk. “Jimin, I want you to kiss me,” he turned, sweeping his lean muscular arms around your waist pressing you against the cabinet. Lips crashing against yours with unbridled passion, aggressive yet not overbearing. Jimin knew you, he knew exactly what you wanted at that moment and he didn’t hold back. His hands clutched your waist bunching up the fabric of your dress, as yours gripped his hair. Some small portion of your heart knew about these feelings shared between you but they were always overlooked and the opportunities had been missed.
Pulling him against you, his hands caught the cabinet for support. It was impossible for him to get any closer but the pressure of his body on yours was unbelievable. You rolled your body against him stirring the feelings some more allowing the tingles to brush against your skin. Jimin’s lips lifted off yours, his warm breath brushing your cheeks in some pantish giggle. Eyes searching yours and seeing exactly what he wanted triumphantly.
He asked for a chance, he got it. He wanted you and he was successful, he was like an anchor holding you steady. Moaning with a drop of his head, his throat exposed with all thrumming veins taught. “Please tell me you enjoyed that as much as I did?”
“Jimin,” You huffed a little annoyed, why did he stop? His mouth connected with your neck, leaving wet kisses against the small spot underneath your ear. Eyeing the door to the room, the frosted glass is your only warning for potential visitors. What would you do if someone stepped inside? Rolling your body against him he let out a chuckle.
Jimin slid his hands over the curves of your ass squeezing gently before grasping your tail, pulling gently. Keening quietly into the private office, watching his ears twitch. “You make a cute trick”
Jimin’s muscular thigh pressed between your legs sliding up against the apex of your thighs. Delicious sensations blooming with a heavy heart through your core. Cupping your ass once more, you have lifted up the cabinet, the doors shaking slightly against the sudden action. Wrapping your legs around Jimin’s waist for support only pressed him closer against you.
There was no embarrassment, no hesitation, or awkwardness that came with ruining your friendship. In fact, it only seemed to assure you both. Knowing each other for so long you could read each other like an open book. Sincerity and wanting plenty and not a single shred of doubt or deceit.
Jimin held you with desperation, he wanted to prove himself to you. He wanted you to know how much he loved you. A small part of him wanted you to show him the same affection. Your heart wasn’t filled with Jimin alone but at this moment your head sure was. Swimming with ideas wants and needs.
There was a line between harmless friendships and lovers? Partners? The two of you hadn’t simply stepped over it. No, you both had raced into the new territory practically sprinting into the unknown.
With your dress discarded to the floor, Jimin smiled at the tiny star pendant that sat on a tiny piece of fabric that held the two cups of your bra together. He flicked the bejeweled accessory pupils blown wide making his eyes appear darker and more dangerous. A shriek turned into giggles as his pointer finger wrapped over the small piece of fabric and pulled down.
Your breasts were exposed to the cool office air and the shiver that overtook you was simultaneously the temperature and the hungry look in Jimin’s wild eyes. His lips were the softest thing you had ever felt, so full and plush against your breasts. His teeth however seemed to have other ideas playfully nipping at the flesh of your breasts making sure he left many little marks.
His hand had slipped down the front of your panties and his fingers pressed into your warmth. Moans harmonizing in expectation of what was to come.
“Please Jimin,” You pulled his face back from your chest, kissing him once more. Wanting more than just this from the calico young man. His tail had spun around your waist protectively. Pushing him away you let your feet settle on the ground, the two of you were panting as you stepped apart from one another. Blissed out Jimin nuzzled his nose against your neck delicately kissing under your jaw.
“I am madly in love with you,” he admitted once more and you smiled, spinning the two of you around and walking backward until you hit his desk. Lifting yourself onto the smooth service you sat watching him. He giggled sweetly swooping in for another kiss.
Expertly flicking off your bra, you leaned back on your elbows watching as Jimin shimmied you out of your underwear, kissing your hips and thighs as he went. He was still dressed, the disheveled suit was sexy but you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Sitting up you pulled at his tie making him fall forward as you loosened the fabric and threw it aside, his shirt was the next to disappear. Releasing his belt, the metallic sound of his pants zip sounded almost heavy in the quiet office. Jimin stepped out of his trousers and underwear, the two of you bare before one another.
Gripping behind your knees, Jimin pulled you down the desk. Your elbows slipped out from underneath you as you laid back against the desk. He leaned over you kissing every inch of you he could reach, fingers exploring your body as his hard cock brushed deliciously against your core. It was all for the friction, movement warranting pleasure. But you both knew it was more than meaningless sex. Jimin whispered his feelings assuring you of his genuine intentions as he finally pressed inside of you.
Unable to reaffirm your own feelings as your thoughts fuelled by emotions were invaded by thoughts fuelled by pleasure. The message was the same: you were in love with Jimin but the reasoning had changed. You knew better than to say something in the heat of the moment, you wouldn’t let the first time you said it be in a pleasure-filled haze. You wanted it to be sweet, you wanted him to know with all the sincerity in the world that you loved him for him and not for his actions. The last thing you needed was a misunderstanding that you only liked him because he was good in bed.
It didn’t take long for Jimin to finish. He could sense how close you were and even though he was unable to hold out, coming with a muffled groan and a few sporadic thrusts, his thighs shaking from the force of his pleasure. He pulled out sensitive but placed his fingers inside of you, pushing his seed inside you unwilling to let any of it escape. His mouth fell between your legs, his tongue teasing your clit in an effort to let you finish. Jimin was so attentive and made sure you were writhing in pleasure beneath him, before relaxing in post-coital bliss.
Serotonin flooded your veins leaving you satisfied, the two of you had recollected yourselves slowly dressing took a while. Not only was there the issue of finding each other’s clothes which had been strewn about. There was the added distraction of affectionate touches. Jimin had stopped dressing multiple times to brush against you with loud purrs.
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Your father had invested in BigHit when it was proposed as a new music company. He wasn’t always the type to try to get rich quick but he thought why not invest, maybe you could grow a fortune.
You could see his point of view but really your entire university fund wasn’t his to gamble. You took ownership of those shares immediately and nothing ever seemed to change the problem was your father bought them for higher than they were worth.
You were half way through your University degree, working at a small restaurant waiting tables. It wasn’t easy when you didn’t have some money behind you.
You were humming a song, something catchy on the radio. Nothing catchy, you had calculated how much of this BigHit entertainment you owned and it was something close to 30% of the business.
Returning to your apartment ready for your day of tomorrow you checked your email. You saw your stocks had grown but not as much as you paid for them still.
Curious, you called the company via the number on your email; it wasn’t the regular company number. You asked for a meeting and they gave you a spot before lunch tomorrow.
Dressing up for the meeting you wanted to look respectable. You arrived and stepped up only to be stopped by security.
“I am here to see Bang Sihyuk. I have an appointment before lunch” I said and they eyed me, I called the reception.
“Good morning, It’s y/n, I am here for my 11:30 meeting but I cannot get past security”
“We will bring someone down shortly” she said and I nodded and waited.
Bang Si hyuk in a suit appeared, “y/n please follow me?” I followed behind him feeling rather important. “So you own 30% of BigHit and are one of our shareholders, are you a fan of our company?”
“Actually I know very little about your company, my father bought the shares when they were so cheap and well I have left them hoping I didn’t lose all my savings”
“Let me show you around and talk about our company a little” he smiled. He was a funny guy explaining the company’s virtues and goals. You had to admit he spoke well about everything, the facility was a little drab but you weren’t too worried.
“This is where the trainees eat and discuss, this is our recording studio and the dance studios are down the hall.” His phone rang, as he opened the door. “Oh I have a call, please give me a moment”
There was a group inside you blushed, bowing to them, each as handsome as you would expect of an idol group and yet so much more.
They practiced seriously and looked awfully sweaty. I ordered some vitamin water and sports drinks hoping they would stay hydrated. They were looking particularly tired from their dancing.
Stepping down stairs you grabbed the drinks by security and headed back upstairs. The elevator was kind of small but not the worst.
Bang Pd was still on the phone in the corner and you headed inside once more, uh good afternoon, I brought you some drinks to cool off.
They bowed respectively and took the bag, each getting a cold drink and rehydrating.
“Who are you?” One asked and you blinked
“I am a family friend of Bang pd’s he is showing me around his company today”
It felt worth it, in the short time you saw the company and the boys you didn’t feel cheated out of money, the boys you met were nice and very good looking.
You were invited to a shareholder meeting a few times a year and each year the company seemed to slowly be improving and dressed nicely when you entered the building.
You flashed a tag they had sent you, stashing it in your pocket. Taking the elevator.
“Hold the elevator!” You caught the elevator and the doors rebounded open. It was the boys, you hadn’t forgotten their handsome features since the day you met one year ago.
You had finished your degree this year and as an accountant major you were able to work with numbers a lot better. Providing some knowledge at the meetings you were privy to.
“What are you doing back again, we don’t see you often around?” One broke the ice with some small talk which quickly fell into light banter and jokes. It was the start of a good friendship. Or at least you thought it was a friendship unbeknownst to you. One of the idols had feelings for you, they thought you were a firecracker.
Maybe the way you were so confident like you owned the place, resonated with their personality. They all exchanged their WeChat with you. Leaving you surprised when your phone chimed as the elevator door closed with a greeting message and a few emoji’s.
~Time skip to present~
The shareholders meeting at the new building was exciting, you had actually started working in BigHit within the accounts department. You were actually the assistant to the head of the accounts department who when he retired would leave you his position.
You discussed the changes of the company together agreeing on the new name Hybe and all the new parts to come within the growing company.
You were glad for your decision over the last five years you had bought more shares. Not a moment too soon as the boy’s fame lifted the shared value immensely.
You now owned forty five percent of the company and you weren’t quiet, giving your opinions and more during the meetings.
You were the only person in the room under thirty and they seemed to agree with your views. But you also had accounting experience to know what was plausible or not.
The door opened and in trickled idols, BTS, TXT, Enhyphen and more each looking nervous. Well most looking nervous nothing seemed to shake the TXT boys all off in their own world thinking bubblegum thoughts and the lunch menu.
“I would like to announce our new CEO,” Bang Si Hyuk announced. Your head snapped up, you all didn’t discuss anything about electing a new CEO.
“We have all been discussing and each member of the board has agreed to offer the new CEO position to Y/n” your eyes widened.
Not only that, a set of eyes landed on yours, surprised to see you in the room. Your mouth opened and closed, “give me a little time to think about it and I will let you know.” They nodded concluding the meeting.
Jin:
“Hey y/n, what are you doing in the shareholders meeting?” Jin asked as you left the room.
“Uh it’s a long story, do you have time?”
“I always have time,” he led me to a small room where we sat on a couch. “You look good by the way”
“Thank you,” you said slumping against the sofa, “a few years ago my father took my University savings and bought stocks at BigHit. I never knew anything about BigHit until the day we met. I got to know you and your dreams and I wanted to support you so I made sure to protect the shares and even bought a few more.”
“I own 45% of the company” you breathed, I started working as an accountant when I finished my degree and we have been dating for almost five years” you said “I am sorry I didn’t tell you”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” he laughed “but if I kiss you do I get a pay raise?”
Yoongi:
Yoongi wasn’t outside when you left the meeting, he wasn’t answering his phone and you started to panic. Racing around the building until you arrived at his studio ringing the doorbell.
The door opened and as always he stepped aside without a word, “Yoongi, I am sorry I never told you a few years ago before we met my father stole my uni tuition and bought stocks in BigHit everything else is true. I met you the day we met. I really knew nothing about BTS. I do work as an accountant in the business and today they offered me the position of CEO” you rambled and he looked at you with a small smile.
He checked his phone and saw the array of missed calls and messages and he let out a soft laugh. “I know.”
“Please don’t be mad at me, Yoongi” you begged “I love you and will never keep anything from you again?”
“You are saying this like I hate it, honestly I think it’s kind of sexy that you’re my boss,” he grinned flashing the pink of his gums, “I am writing a song for D-3 would you like to hear it?”
“Sure what is it called?”
“Women in charge” he slipped the headphones over your ears.
Hoseok:
Hoseok sent you a text once he left the room. You waited the whole meeting before checking your phone.
“When were you going to tell me?” His text seemed ominous, was he asking playfully or seriously, you couldn’t tell.
You called Hoseok and he answered, “hey Hobi, where are you?”
“I’m out at the moment.” He said his tone was guarded but still gentle.
“I want to talk about how this all happened. If you will listen”
“I’m nervous” he said “what if it’s better off not knowing?”
“Listen I didn’t get here by choice I can tell you that” I spoke honestly, “I can also promise you, on the day we met it was the first time I had ever even heard of BTS”
“Well that does feel a little better, I didn’t like the idea of a stalker fan buying shares and dwindling her way into my heart” he said in a cute voice.
Namjoon:
Once the meeting was concluded Namjoon walked back into the room and was by your side. “How did you get an offer from the CEO, have you been buying shares, I hope you haven’t done anything illegal. “ He poked your sides playfully.
“No, years ago before we even met my dad he took my uni fund and bought shares in what he thought was a promising entertainment company. I thought he was an idiot and I couldn’t sell them and get my money back so I kept them hoping one day I could sell them and get the money I had lost. But well I met you and I saw how bad you wanted to be an idol and I thought maybe I would keep them and support you when I could even buying more when I could”
“How much do you own?”
“45% of 3.2 billion is about 1.4 billion” you whispered, something you were proud of was your math brain developed from studying accounting at university.
“You are worth more than I am?” He giggled, “we might have to get you a bodyguard”
Jimin:
“Hey love,” Jimin said when you came home, you were busy all day with reading over paperwork and being led through the CEO’s position, job requirements and entitlements. It was gruelling.
“I love you and your opinion matters so much to me Jimin,” you buried your face in his chest and felt him soften a little his body wrapping around you protectively.
“This position seems like a lot of work and I don’t know if I can handle it, but if I did take it, I can make sure you and the boys and all the trainees are being treated right. I want to help you guys but I also don’t want to take over. Not to mention if our relationship gets out. I want your opinion. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”
“Hey I think you would make an awesome CEO, you are young and know what people want, you have some great ideas…”
“But?”
“But, I don’t want to break up. I want to see you everyday and not in secret”
“What do you mean, as the CEO I can personally hang around you and the boys and it not be weird.” You smirked “and why would we break up, as the boss I can leave and go home when I want to. I don’t have to stay behind and crunch numbers until my brain is fried we can be like a real couple now”
He beamed “really!”
“Really.”
Taehyung:
“Are you going to be the new CEO?” Soobin asked you, smiling brightly, “how did you get asked to take that position?”
“Technically y/n owns almost half the company anyway?” Yeonjun added “she has since about 2012”
“How did you afford that?” Hyuening kai asked
“Well, back then the shares were only a dollar each, the company wasn’t famous, I had money saved up for university and my father, being a wannabe entrepreneur, took my money and bought a large chunk of the shares. Of course, once you buy them you wait for the shares to go up and sell them for a higher price but the never did”
I had to put myself through university while working part time and it was hell, why did I save so much just to struggle. I got a letter one day telling me I was welcome at the shareholders meeting.
“I met everyone in the company for the first time, you were all trainees pre debut and I met all the BTS boys that year, they had just released Run which kept playing at the radio at work” you laughed “I didn’t know they sang the song or anything about them really but I saw their determination. I was actually going to sell the stocks but I thought maybe I could support all these young artists who wanted to be idols.”
“After Uni I applied for a job in the accounts department and it took four years and I am now the assistant to the head of department. I didn’t think I would be offered the position of CEO and more importantly I am nervous.”
“I would love to know what everyone thinks” You spoke around the table, each seat now occupied with idols and trainees from different groups.
“It would be nice to have someone young as a CEO, you understand the next generation better than some” Niki smiled
“I think it will be great, we have seen you around a lot, and feel comfortable with you already” Yeonjun nodded
“We feel like we can really talk to you,” Soobin smiled.
“I think you will make a great CEO” Taehyung leaned behind you kissing your temple. “I can walk into your office whenever I want and not have to worry about causing a scandal”
Jungkook:
“Hey over here?” Jungkook called you across the room, he was eating a subway sandwich with some of the other trainees and shareholders he smiled.
“Are you going to be the new CEO?”
“I mean I haven’t decided yet, I am not sure I have to read it over?” I said “I know I wanted a promotion to the head of accountants when he retired but to be the CEO that’s insane.”
“If you become the CEO, imma get my eyebrow pierced” He grinned childishly, “cause you can’t stop me!”
“And I don’t have to cover up my tattoos cause you love my tattoos!” He giggled, pulling up his sleeves to flex his muscles in his arms.
“Jungkook, are you trying to seduce your boss?” You said in mock offence.
Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
It had been a while since you stepped into Jimin’s work, that didn’t stop you from entering the place with a flash of your government card. Time may have passed but the odd plant or new coat of paint wouldn’t slow you down, it was like muscle memory. Your feet always knew where to go, navigating you like a GPS, your location, Jimin.
There was a certain level of sureness you held when it came to Jimin. Like magnets, you knew you could always find him. He was your longest friend. Silently hoping that he still continued to be your longest friend. Being without Jimin was like living without a limb. He was just there all the time. You didn’t know how to cope if for some reason he just disappeared.
Knocking on the door to his office you heard a tired affirmation of entry and you pushed open the door. The room gave him away. He had slept in his office last night, allowing the air to fill with his comforting scent. “You didn’t come home?” You whispered sitting across from him.
Jimin’s office was on the third floor and had a small view of a park. The sunlight would warm the office in the afternoon and you had caught Jimin sleeping on multiple occasions at his desk. He however looked cold, the clouds preventing the office from feeling its usual warmth. “We have had fights but you always came back or called. This time you didn’t?”
“I thought I shouldn’t chase something that isn’t there,” Jimin tossed the small chicken salad into the waste paper basket under the desk. His eyes kissed red and swollen. He had been crying all night. Dejected was his form, and somehow it felt worse than if he was angry.
“Jimin, I care about you a lot,” You whispered, watching him scoff as he sorted his papers. Your hands clutching the bottom of your dress hoping to control your fear. Fighting over one secret wasn’t how you wanted any of this to go and you would fight through your anxiety to clear the air. “I am figuring out that I haven’t been very professional and I am working on that. I also think I can’t live without you. I dream of my future and you are there, all the boys are there and I am scared alright, there is so much insecurity and uncertainty. I want to be a family, all of us. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I don’t think I can stay. If I am honest it is because I love you, I am in love with you and have been madly in love with you. I can’t remember the moment I fell, but I fell. It’s hard to see you with the other hybrids, to smell their scent on you sometimes drives me mad and I want to remove it.” Jimin ran a frustrated hand through his hair and looked at his hands playing with his rings.
“I don’t know how to be around you without wanting to be with you. I saw a future with you and it was only recently that I realised you saw your future differently.” He walked around the desk taking your hand, squeezing it tightly. “I won’t leave you because I can’t live without you either, but I can’t stay. I need to pull away.”
You hadn’t felt the tears until Jimin brushed them away with his thumbs, “Don’t cry.”
“So, you are giving up before you even try?” Asking the calico hybrid, the bite in your tone was anger at your stupidity, “I am dumb. I have been focused on starting this hybrid program since I can remember and have never thought about a real relationship and before you even ask, before you even confess and try to court me. You are just going to give up?”
“What do you want me to do?” He asked sadly, “If you ask me to, I will stay. but please if it isn’t going to happen don’t. I can’t take this heartbreak again. Don’t play with my feelings.”
“I want you to decide, I can’t tell you if we will be together or not, but we can try,” You expressed your utter confusion. None of your feelings made sense. You wanted him but was it because you wanted him, or you wanted love. Was it because you wanted it or because you knew he wanted it. Was it because you loved him, or because you were in love with him?
“I think it’s best if you think about it and give me some time.” He walked back behind his desk.
“How much time, you leave and maybe I might fall in love with one of the boys, or all of them,” You threatened, “You want a chance I can give you one but running away Jimin isn’t going to have opportunities falling in your lap, you are giving away opportunities to others.”
Jimin growled, throwing his chair and gripping his desk. “You are going to be the death of me. Yes. I want a chance,” He walked huffed shoulders tense and eyes locked on yours. “I want as many chances as you will give me, I want to prove how much I love you, I want to show you.”
Similar to Yoongi’s love languages, Jimin also enjoyed physical touch but where the tiger was satisfied with simply being in your company, the calico preferred words of affirmation. He didn’t understand or accept anything unless it could be confirmed. Scared to get hurt until you could definitely confirm he would have a chance.
This was his chance, you stood up walking to the edge of his desk. “Jimin, I want you to kiss me,” he turned, sweeping his lean muscular arms around your waist pressing you against the cabinet. Lips crashing against yours with unbridled passion, aggressive yet not overbearing. Jimin knew you, he knew exactly what you wanted at that moment and he didn’t hold back. His hands clutched your waist bunching up the fabric of your dress, as yours gripped his hair. Some small portion of your heart knew about these feelings shared between you but they were always overlooked and the opportunities had been missed.
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Summary:You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.
What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.
Warning: Implied sex, pregnancy, implied reader has baby.
Jimin sat next to Taehyung in a small cart, the last ride of the day. The two were convinced into the very front carriage and though they couldn’t see behind them, they assumed their friends were riding in the carriage behind them. It was a child’s ride, complete with singing animatronics and pretty lights. Jimin couldn’t help but smile, the ride was silly but he knew that Seonhee would be having a blast.
It gave Jimin a chance to sneak his hand into Taehyung’s, the two out of sight from prying eyes. Sure they had started going on dates but the two were nervous, Taehyung hadn’t even kissed him. Of course, Jimin never had to worry about that when he was a sugar baby, he would initiate everything. But he really liked Taehyung and more than that wanted Taehyung to like him as well.
Taehyung is famous now. That didn’t change much but it did ground Jimin. He was destined for big things, the new rising star and who was Jimin? Some kid, he had a crush on, who by day sat in an office and by night helped at the bar. Taehyung could do better.
Taehyung could definitely get anyone he wanted. Did that mean Jimin was going to give up, let someone else have him? Hell no, he was going to capture him, snatch him up and keep him forever.
The ride stopped pulling Jimin from his innermost thoughts, he looked around confused. This wasn’t what normally happened in the ride, was it? Rides shouldn’t stop and go dark, leaving nothing but stale air and the eerie shadows of animatronic cartoon characters.
“Should we get up?” Jimin said
“Hey the ride is just a little stuck, it happens sometimes on this part of the track, give us a few minutes and you will be up and running once more. Please remain in the carriage while we reboot the ride.
“That sounds super fun.” Jimin groaned this wasn’t exactly how he wanted to spend his evening with Taehyung, he had wanted to catch the last of the sunset. Walking hand in hand back to the entrance of the park where he would confess properly, tell Taehyung how he really felt and just hope he felt the same.
“Jimin?” Taehyung squeezed his hand, “It’s okay they said they will fix the ride soon, so we can just sit and get comfortable.
“Tae, I am in love with you!” Jimin shouted his words echoing around the ride making him feel a little self-conscious. Had he set himself up for failure? Was this the part where Taehyung told him he had found someone else, another celebrity he had connected with on set?
He said no such thing, his hands unknowingly destroying Jimin’s beautifully styled hair. Each strand that had been perfectly put in its rightful place earlier that morning now fell in disheveled peaks standing in odd directions. The two fell apart when they both saw a bright flash.
“We are starting the ride back up, please enjoy and stay seated.” The voice-over the speaker informed them calmly.
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“I am printing the picture, they are so cute!” You grinned sitting in the booth with the others. Yoongi took the picture from the printer and smiled while walking out holding it above his head.
“Finally!” He shouted as the two pulled in seeing they had been set up on the ride alone.
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Summary:You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things.
What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.
Warning: Implied sex, pregnancy, implied reader has baby.
Hoseok and the others were eventually led into the birthing suite; the entire place had been cleaned and only the bare minimum of staff stayed behind. They were sorting out equipment and monitoring your current state. When his eyes landed on yours he felt emotions bloom in his chest. There you were laying in the bed, a small bundle of soft blankets nestled delicately in your arms. You had showered and dressed in a nightdress that had been packed in your hospital bag.
Hoseok’s lip curled. He was trying to hold his expression, giving you a forced smile before he broke out into tears. Holding your free arm out to him, he stumbled into your embrace kissing your forehead and telling you how much he loved you.
His words were broken by the force of each sob. “Are you going to hold her, or do we have to hold you?” Yoongi playfully teased. Hoseok wiped his eyes taking a few shakey deep breaths trying to calm his emotions.
When you moved the blanket to show your daughter laying gently against your chest, he was a mess once more. “Hobi, you want to hold her?”
“I can hold her?” He hadn’t even thought that far ahead. He could hold this baby, his daughter, he could hold her in his arms and she was real.
“Of course you can hold her.” You laughed, reaching up to wipe his tears away. Hoseok remembered everything he was taught from the birthing classes, practically reciting them out loud. You placed his daughter in his arms and his bottom lip fell.
Tears were his automatic response. There was nothing else, this miracle, this symbol of his love for you, his best and longest friend. This was his child, his flesh and blood and he couldn’t thank you enough for giving him such a gift.
“You have to stop crying Hobi, we need a nice picture for your family.” You smiled and he tilted his head back sniffing.
“I love you so much, and I love her, I just can’t stop crying.” The words broke again Hoseok turned to show off his daughter to his friends. They were some of the people he was closest to and when he looked at them they were all crying. Jungkook’s wet cheeks and red nose, Jimin’s sweet puffy eyes bubbling with tears, even Yoongi let out a stray sniff.
By far it was a sight to see big burly Namjoon openly weeping like Hoseok and cooing over how precious she was.
“Look how little she is,” Namjoon whimpered
“Her hands are so tiny too,” Hoseok said back. The two were just making it worse for each other, a back and forth of doting comments of your newborn each statement causing a fresh cycle of tears.
The nurse who had been checking your vitals waiting to take you back to the ward rolled her eyes. “I have seen some sappy fathers but you brought a whole troop.”
“Gentleman it’s time to let mum and her baby get some sleep, the father can come back tomorrow morning any other guests can come two at a time during visiting hours.” She ushered the other six males from the room, Hoseok kissed you his cheeks were wet.
“I don’t want to go.”
“Get some sleep Hobi, get the house ready. If all goes well I will be out of the hospital soon.” The nurse took your daughter from Hoseok’s arms.
“Wait, can I give her a kiss?” You whispered. The nurse nodded bringing your daughter over allowing you to kiss her goodnight before she was wheeled down to the nursery.
“Are you ready to go back to the ward? You should get some sleep. Your body will be exhausted. We will bring the child in when she is hungry.”
“Okay Hobi, I have to go rest now you head home and make the house all ready for when we come home okay.” You waved goodbye to him and watched as Jimin took his hand leading him from the room. He seemed reluctant to take his eyes off of you, his hand coming to lay flat under his heart.
You touched your collar bone watching him mouth the words ‘baseline’. It was like everything you ever wanted but such a weird and obscure way you got there. You wanted to be with Hoseok and cherish him and be loved in return, but you never thought you would get there by completely derailing your relationship and almost ruining your life.
It was like you had to destroy what you had to build something better. It seems counterproductive and a step in the wrong direction but somehow you were able to shape the rubble of your friendship into a relationship stronger than before.
You love Hoseok with all your heart and he only has eyes for you. It seems you were both delusional to believe that you weren’t in love. Everyone could see it except the two of you and now it was painfully obvious.
Being a mother was kind of a shock. Scared when you woke up to cramps, only to remember you had already given birth, you were also woken throughout the night to feed your daughter. A part of you worried about taking care of someone, the responsibility setting in as being a mother was a full-time job.
“You are doing wonderful.” The nurse gave you some pain killers for your cramps, your uterus was slowly shrinking back to its regular size and you were uncomfortable. “Would you like me to get you anything?”
“I would love something to drink.” Voice hoarse from sleep, she nodded before setting off for you. You sat up watching the sunrise, your daughter sleeping soundly on the bed in front of you. She was so precious. Even with closed eyes she still wiggled and stretched her hands out to the warm glowing orb.
“Seonhee, do you like that name?” You whispered, taking out a small outfit: a white onesie with sunflowers and bright yellow footed pants with soft yellow ruffles on the butt. “Jung Seonhee.”
“Ah, is that her name?” The nurse smiled, placing some apple juice and water on the small bedside table. She sanitized her hands and began helping you with the baby’s clothes and diaper, bagging the old clothes and disposing of the soiled diaper. She smiled down at the little girl in her bright outfit. “I think it suits her, Seonhee”
The doctor came by on her round, her hair pulled into a tight bun and her scrubs pastel blue with stalks. “You are looking better, how are you feeling?” There was no messing around, she was straight to business, checking for any concerns or pain. Your stomach was being palpated while she brought up things to look out for. “Ultimately if anything happens that you are unsure about, even if it is something silly like, should I have coffee while breastfeeding, call this number here, they are a great service and they will help you.”
“Thank you so much.” Taking the card you were handed and a little care package from the hospital, the nurse placed the card into the baby book which had accompanied you throughout pregnancy and after. “Am I okay to go home today?”
“You are all clear. Let us know what time you want to leave and we can have all the paperwork ready.” Pausing in the doorway, a young nurse almost bumping into her, she spun around, her coat swishing with her. “After giving birth a lot of women become a little moody, fatigued, or cry. This is totally normal as your hormones will be dropping back to a normal level. It is perfectly normal to feel these things during this time.”
“Ah, that’s good to know.” You replied while searching through the care package, glancing at some of the booklets and information sheets. There was a number for a community service where mothers take their babies to be weighed and receive checkups. The nurses had few information sessions on feeding techniques and developmental leaps.
Looking forward to being a part of a group of new mothers, you knew you would have a lot of questions eventually. It would be nice to know if other mothers have similar concerns or effective tips for any future problems.
Hoseok arrived with a big smile, kissing you sweetly before heading over to scoop up his daughter. “Wait Hobi,” you stopped him, “I need to talk to you before you get all teary-eyed again.”
“Okay,” serious expression on his face he gave you all his attention.
“We need to agree on her name and sign the birth certificate.” The smile returned to his face, the twinkle in his eyes never dwindling since the moment he stepped into the room. “I like the name 선희 (Seonhee) written as 善 meaning Good or nice and 希 as in Hope”
Hoseok watched you write an example on a scrap piece of paper, and began nodding enthusiastically. Hands shaking the two of you eyed one another passing secret smiles, the taste of giggles on the tip of your tongue. Once the document was completed Hoseok’s hand swooped up into your hair, cradling your nape as he kissed you.
Neither lazy nor heated, the kiss was full and romantic, his lips telling a story against yours. The world stopped and only Hoseok existed. Until a shrill cry broke through the silence and the two of you apart. The cry brought with it the sound of machines and nurses walking down the hall.
“You want to go home,” Hoseok raced around the hospital bed towards your daughter, wiggling in the tiny hospital portable bassinet. His style was honestly amusing. Strips of fabric hanging from a graffitied shirt with a cargo jacket and sneakers. Strange to see him holding a baby but you loved it so much.
Just because you were parents didn’t mean you had to get rid of everything you love. Sure you had to grow up and it was extreme. The transition you made while pregnant felt like your life was ending. That you would live to serve a tiny being. But seeing Hoseok still smiling the same, still wearing the same street hip hop style reassured you that you still had a life outside of being a mother and that would never change.
Of course, the two of you probably wouldn’t club anymore. It would be unfair if either of you went out without the other and unfair on your daughter if you were not there for her. Not to mention the cost of babysitting and the trust you would need in order to leave Seonhee with someone who wasn’t you or Hoseok.
Hoseok helped you with your bags packing the car, he had borrowed Jin’s for a smoother drive. Always thoughtful even on the littlest details. Sitting by the baby’s car seat while Hoseok drove you home apologizing for every speed bump and every turn.
“Hoseok, I would like to go home before it is dark. You don’t have to drive that slow.” You laughed, he was being so serious like a knight or warrior preparing for battle to protect those he loves. In the reflection of the rearview mirror, you saw his lips twitch in amusement, the sun shining on his shaggy hair. “I love you.”
“Babe,” He whined, “you can’t say that when I am driving, I want to kiss you and then we really won’t get home before dark.”
His eyes flickered up to meet yours in the mirror before concentrating diligently once more on the road. He was singing softly to the radio as he crossed town, you must have fallen asleep as you were woken by his sweet laugh and some kisses on your cheek.
“We are home Lil darling.”
Breathing deeply trying to clear your head from your nap, as the fog in your mind disappeared your hands were secured in Hoseok’s as he helped you out of the car. Standing patiently for your body to catch up, the tender sensations in your stomach leaving you stiff.
“Seonhee, time to see your new home.” Hoseok scooped up the infant holding her to his chest as if it was the most natural thing like he had several years of experience. As opposed to this child being his firstborn. He took the soft yellow muslin wrap and covered her protecting her eyes from the afternoon sun.
Opening the door, you weren’t surprised, (mostly because you had spotted their cars on the curb) to see the boys sitting on your couch equally as excited to see you as they had been the day before in the birthing suite. Hoseok was placing your bag on the table when Seonhee started crying.
“Hey, sweetheart what’s wrong?” Hoseok patted her bottom to a steady rhythm hoping it would lull her back to sleep. Her crying continued and you felt your shirt grow damp, taking a seat you held out your hands for your daughter and nursed her while the boys kept their eyes firm on one another to respect your privacy.
“Are you drinking or are you sleeping?” You giggled at your daughter who was milk drunk. Burping her gently she wiggled releasing a few loud burps and spitting up a little onto the back of your hand and the small burp cloth you had been holding to her clothes.
“Let me take her while you clean up.” Yoongi smiled, scooping up your daughter, holding her so her head was supported, her arms and legs draped over either side of his arm. His other hand rubbed and patted her back gently as he swayed.
“You look like a squashed pie.” He smiled cheekily talking to the baby in his arms. “Cute bow shape lip from your mum, and your nose is very cute like Hoseok’s.”
“How dare you call her a squashed pie.” Namjoon tried to defend but when Yoongi turned he showed the infant, her cheek squished up against his arm, her drool slowly seeping between parted lips. “Okay, maybe a little but she is also adorable.”
“All babies look like aliens when they are born,” you grinned.
“But do you love her, more than anything else in the world?” Jungkook giggled trying to make small talk while also projecting his newfound love for such a tiny being.
“We just met, I need some time to get to know her some more.” You joke playfully curled up on the couch Seokjin handing you some dinner and a cup of tea while the boys took turns meeting your daughter.
“It says in the paperwork she can have a bath tomorrow, and that her first poo might be really yucky.” Hoseok read the take-home leaflets from the hospital and constantly checked on his two girls making sure they were both safe and sound.
“Put her in outfits you don’t care if they get destroyed,” Yoongi was singing something to the child. It was low and rough. He was talking about dreams, freestyling about how your daughter didn’t need to go to university and that she didn’t have to know everything right at this moment.
Placing the little girl into Jimin’s waiting arms. His eyes sparkled and his lip dropped as he turned soft for the little girl.
“Hello, I am Uncle Jimin and I am going to spoil you so much.” His sweet voice gasped. He practically wiggled on the spot when she brought her fists up to her closed eyes and yawned. Taehyung was quietly snapping photos, careful not to use the flash as he didn’t want to hurt the baby’s sensitive eyes, even while they were closed. He assured you, that he would get photos of everyone holding Seonhee. He had already captured Yoongi and was taking a few extra of Jimin with the small bundle.
It was honestly nice to see them all so supportive and there for your daughter. Images in your mind blooming of her first Christmas and birthday and all that would follow. Namjoon would buy her a green bike with flowers and tassels on the handles and Yoongi, helping assemble it before she woke up, attaching the training wheels for her safety.
Learning how to wrap people around her finger from her Uncle Jimin and then using it against them. She would be a dancer like her father and would light up the room. You could see her performing on a stage with the eight of you waiting with flowers to throw on stage. Maybe she wouldn’t win the first prize at her first show but they would still take her out for pizza and celebrate. Her skills would improve and the day she wins the trophy she would be lifted onto Seokjin’s shoulders.
Not noticing you had started crying until Namjoon pulled you into a hug. “Hey what’s got you so upset.”
“No, I am not upset, I was told that as my hormones go back to normal, I might cry and be more tired and moody and upset and I just,” Sniffing Jungkook handed over some tissues and hugging your back. The newer of the group Taehyung and Jungkook had just fit perfectly into the group, it was like they were always meant to be.
“Hey love,” Hoseok said, coming over to kneel at your feet holding your knees softly. “Tell me what made you so upset.”
“I was thinking about her first Christmas and her first birthday and how you would all be here and she would be loved and…” Taking a sniff and pushing the tears from your eyes you looked up at them seriously. “You can never leave now, we are going to be one big family. I hope you know you are now each my daughter’s uncles and therefore responsible to attend events. If you didn’t want to be a part of the family, I am sorry you are now my family.”
More tears shook your form. “You’re the only family I have, I wasn’t exactly disowned more than I left when my mother told me not to have my sweet daughter. My precious baby deserves a big happy family and so I am sorry you are stuck with me.
“And don’t even think you are getting out of it.” You pointed at Taehyung and Jungkook, “You are my family now. Seonhee needs lots of uncles to protect her.”
“We aren’t leaving,” Seokjin grinned, taking a turn holding the wiggling bundle, smiling for a picture, and looking at her. “She will be a heartbreaker.”
~
The first couple of weeks were a learning curve filled with broken sleep, reheated meals courtesy of Seokjin, and constant fatigue looming over your head. Jimin appeared one-afternoon Taehyung, Namjoon and Yoongi apprehended your daughter. Settling her into a baby carrier strapped to Namjoon’s chest. The thick bodyguard looked a little silly with a tiny child nestled against his pecs.
Seonhee was wearing a new outfit from her uncle Jimin. It was a sweet-footed onesie with bear ears warm enough for a day out in the park. Kicked out of the house by Jimin who stressed how much you needed a break. Hoseok was at work while you were still on leave which meant you took the larger portion of the home and baby duties.
Mostly because you were at home all day, but also not wanting to interfere with his sleep schedule seeing as he was going to an actual job that needed proper attention. There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation from Jimin as he dragged you into the bathroom and started the bath filling it with a generous amount of bubble bath. It was the sleepy-time product you had chosen for your baby, emitting a soft lavender scent.
“You relax and I will wash your hair.” He smiled and he massaged your scalp to help relieve any tension, after washing out all your hair products he took your skincare products letting you lay in the bubbles as he pampered you. “You are such a good mum, you are doing amazing.”
“I hope so,” you yawned.
You stepped out of the tub, quickly wrapping yourself into the fluffy robe you hadn’t used in a while. Then sat down on your bed whilst Jimin dried and styled your hair. The others had returned, poking their heads into the room and smiling at your new refreshed look. You quickly fed your daughter while Jimin braided your hair securely.
“You rest okay, we will watch her until Hoseok comes home. Don’t worry we will come to you if we are unsure about anything and for food times.” Yoongi said playing some soft tranquil music on the small speaker by your bed.
It seemed pointless. Laying there believing it impossible to fall asleep. As you walked past the clock reading half-past one, your stomach rumbled in a gentle protest. Before you could even think of the food you wanted to get dressed, pulling on a white crop top and a baggy overall dress. Something easy to breastfeed in. It was definitely time as your breasts were heavier with milk.
Walking out you poured yourself a glass of juice and scooped up your fussing daughter, stomach growling again. Yoongi stood up marching into the kitchen, rapidly chopping ingredients. Soon the house was filled with a savory aroma and the glorious sound of oil sizzling.
~
Hoseok was having his first afternoon with Seonhee. You were going for a checkup. Jungkook was free and agreed to accompany you to your appointment, he almost paled when he saw the equipment on the table for your checkup. It made for a good laugh and endless teasing during your small coffee date afterward.
Jungkook’s phone buzzed and he grinned texting back quickly. “Ooh, what or who is making you smile so big?”
“Uh, I just got a funny text from Namjoon. Apparently, Hoseok asked for company so Namjoon and Yoongi stopped by the house after their errands.” He laughed, nose scrunching showing off his front teeth. “And well, your daughter may have accidentally had a poo explosion. So far from the pictures I have seen, Yoongi and Hoseok are covered in it. And while trying to help Namjoon dropped a whole bottle of baby powder and they are vacuuming the carpet.”
“Jimin and Taehyung agreed to pick up some more and I have been asked to keep you busy,” Your smile growing the more you heard, of course, they would make a mess on your first day out. Expecting something chaotic to happen but never something as funny as this.
“I am just glad it is something like this and not that someone is sick or hurt,” You smiled while eating a strawberry cheesecake and sipping coffee. Not making any move of leaving early and relieving them of their duty. It was a right of passage and showed just how much you trusted them. Hearing that something happened and not jumping to take over.
“They said not to tell you, but how could I not?” Jungkook turned his phone showing you some photos worthy of scrapbooking, the kind you would take out for Seonhee’s twenty-first and a story she would get sick of hearing at every family gathering. “Look at them.”
“Well while they are busy, how about we go grocery shopping? I think perhaps we can make something delicious for dinner,” Standing and collecting your jacket from your chair, and leading the way. Jungkook followed listening to your concerns about your weight and figure, he assured you how good you were looking and even offered to personally train you at 21, the gym.
~
Seonhee was growing steadily. Each milestone leading into the next, she would roll over and had started to crawl. Finding herself putting things she shouldn’t in her mouth. Going back to work was hard for the first few days, leaving Seonhee at the daycare was easy but she became more clingy when she came home. It was her way of coping with the separation that came with daycare and full-time work but eventually, Seonhee got into a routine.
Understanding that her parents were always coming back made everything in the house run a lot smoother. She had a small handful of sounds, mostly eomma, appa.
Work was a lot more tolerable and dare you to say fun. Jimin had quit his sugar baby gig and joined the company working alongside you. Sure he had broken a few hearts by canceling his service but he was happier. He never explicitly said it but you believed he was trying to be more independent and above everything else make himself more approachable to Taehyung.
Taehyung however left for a while, he had been away working with a few celebrities and luxury brands, photographing concepts, photos, and more. He had been pushing and working harder and harder as the days passed until he traveled away for his latest project.
It was a little sad that they weren’t together but you could see the longing in Jimin’s eyes whenever he replayed Taehyung’s Instagram story. Dragging him from his desk to have lunch together and distract him from the thoughts spinning around in his head.
~
December marked eleven months since Seonhee was born. Cruising against the couch and cabinets opening things she shouldn’t. You had invested in baby locks and a small playpen. Neither really did much as she knew how to push the whole contraption across carpet and tiles to get into things.
Mostly she would follow you to the kitchen hoping to get teething biscuits or any other treats her father would sneak her. He was never able to say no and you often found them sneaking snacks together where he would give you his big eyes and pouty lips claiming that she deserved a snack.
Christmas had your house filled to the brim with presents and boys, Seokjin was cooking in the kitchen with Yoongi’s help while Jimin and Jungkook were playing with Seonhee. Hoseok was helping Namjoon into a Santa costume in the backyard. No one had heard from Taehyung. You assumed he was busy with work and that he would be unable to make it.
There was a knock and Jungkook raced to answer it and laughed, “Finally, I thought you were skipping out on the family Christmas.”
“I wouldn’t skip out on the family Christmas, you are my favorite family,” Taehyung said handing over a suitcase to Jungkook and carrying in some bags of wrapped gifts, placing them under the tree. “Look at you, you have gotten so big!”
Namjoon Santa came in and delivered gifts and ran off getting changed only to come back and watch the gift unwrapping. Jungkook went to collect the two eldest from the kitchen, pushing Seokjin before dragging Yoongi out the two stopping in the archway.
“Hey, you are under the mistletoe!” Jimin giggled, proud that his trap had worked, he was hoping that some people would get stuck under it. “You are going to have to kiss.”
“We don’t have to, we are watching Seonhee open her gifts,” Jungkook said only to be grabbed by Yoongi who kissed the younger male and pulled away.
“Satisfied.” Yoongi turned back to the young girl opening her presents, Namjoon got her some picture books and a few educational toys. Seokjin had wrapped a small toy kitchen that was her size. Yoongi brought her to everyone’s surprise a little clam pool and some plastic toys to play with.
Jimin brought her a whole lot of princess dresses, tiaras, and fairy wings. Jungkook got her a cozy coupe red and yellow plastic car that she could push around with her legs. Taehyung handed her the small gift bag and inside was a night light that made the roof look like a galaxy and played soft music.
After Seonhee’s gifts from the boys, Hoseok brought out a box. He was struggling with it but when he opened it out popped a little dog who began licking her cheeks and wagging his tail intensely amongst the large group. “His name is Mickey.” Hoseok grinned watching Taehyung taking pictures and smiling fondly as she giggled.
Other gifts were exchanged, the most notable was Seokjin giving everyone matching sweaters with his face on it, and Taehyung’s gift to Jimin. It was a small bag and inside was the signature Tiffany blue colored box.
“You didn’t have to,” Jimin said softly and Taehyung smiled.
“I told myself I would support you, and I know you didn’t want to be treated like a sugar baby, I just told myself that I wouldn’t allow myself to date until I got you those earrings you really wanted. I wanted to give you something you could be proud of.” Taehyung explained, “And it was so hard to resist you when you kept inviting me over.”
Opening the box Jimin saw the earrings he had once mentioned ages back, the exact earrings Taehyung had handmade for him. “Now you can get rid of the ones I made you, they look horrible compared to these.
“I still love the ones you made and I will keep them forever.”
“I won’t treat you like a sugar baby anymore, I wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to go on a date.”
“Well, these earrings will get you about five dates.” Jimin giggled cheekily
“Five I thought for sure it would be five and a half?”
“Five and a free butt grab?”
“Deal!”
~
The nine of you were walking through the kid’s attractions at the theme park seeing some familiar faces, you were having lunch when some music started playing. It was the theme park’s dance parade and Hoseok was dragged into the dance by Taeyong.
You were giggling when WinWin dragged you up dancing with you and turned to see Hoseok on one knee, a ring box opened in his hands. You felt your chest about to explode as you tackled him to the ground sobbing in his chest. “Hoseok really, you mean it?”
“Of course, I mean it, I have loved you for years.”
“I love you so much, hell freaking yes put that ring on me, quick quick.” You kissed his face nonstop giggling between your tears. He was finally able to get the ring onto the designated finger standing and pulling you onto your feet. He kissed you passionately, you pulled back burying your face in his chest squealing.
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Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating:All(Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.
Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
Authors note: Something I wanted to explain in my story is that everyone is consenting and their decisions are not influenced by their heats/ruts. I also would like to explain that the reader has never considered herself a mother figure to these boys nor has she treated them like children. Everyone is an adult and the reader’s endearment towards the boys is one you could hold for literally anyone (best friend, colleague, neighbor), but leaning more towards romantic love. I just want to clear this up that in no way was the reader a caregiver in the sense that she owns them. They are all very smart adults that were all willing participants (given the option to be a part of the program) and they have been given human independence by the reader. This makes the dynamic more like room-mates/ colleagues.
I just want to stress that all smut chapters will be marked so those can be skipped and you won’t miss out on the storyline/progression. On top of that, as Hybrid based stories have elements of influenced minds by heats/ruts, this will not be like that. Everything is consensual and trust is built beforehand with each person. I want this to be as clear as possible in their intentions. I also discuss the dynamics of the animal aspects of their DNA and the idea of marking but I also make it a choice not a claim.
There was something wholesome about your dream. The way you all seemed so happy and comfortable. Dream analysis and psychology weren’t your majors, fortunately, there was someone in the house who had that covered. Feet padding softly against the floor, the crisp morning air pinched your skin. With each step, you listened for each hybrid moving about the house.
Only upon breathing in their mingling scents did the happenings of last night return afresh in your mind. Jimin was absent, the sweet saccharin missing from the symphonic aroma the boys created. Knocking on the door to Yoongi’s room, waiting patiently for his confirmation to enter. It was important to give the boys their privacy, hybrids safe spaces or nests were not to be entered on a whim. The wrong scent could have Yoongi feeling hostile, undoing all the progress you had built and all the trust you shared.
Staring at the door you felt a little odd, looking left and then right. Trying to catch the scent or sound of the white tiger. Eyes tracing the grain of the wooden door, you sharpened your senses.
“There’s a RI-bbon in the sky that I LoooOOoOoOoOve,” Namjoon was singing in the shower. It was hard to hear anything but his beautiful rendition of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Ribbon in the sky’. The door to the bathroom opened, his voice travelling stronger before the door closed muffling his vocals slightly.
“Is this the lineup for my room?” Yoongi asked, startled you almost leaped out of your skin, turning to see the playful swish of Yoongi’s tail and flicker of his ears. He was in a good mood. He dried his hands on his sweater, “I swear every time I need to go to the bathroom, Namjoon is in the shower singing something horrendous.”
“I like it, I read somewhere that when people sing to themselves it usually means they are comfortable in their surroundings,” Your soft smile grew when Yoongi reached around your waist to open the door he gently headbutted your shoulder, his tail sliding against you as he passed. Once in his room he turned and extended his arm in invitation. “I like the way Namjoon sings, it’s passionate and confident. It’s not bad, just kind of clumsy like him. When he doesn’t think too much about it, I think he sings the best.”
Yoongi sat on his computer chair crossing his legs, his arms stretched down so his fists rested against his legs in a very cat-like pose. You saw his ears twitch and the smooth flicker of his tail, he was content and curious. Yoongi, a man whose love languages included quality time and physical touch. Every interaction was important to him. That’s why you always gave him your undivided attention.
Licking your lips you picked a few non-existent pieces of lint from his charcoal bedspread. “I had a question to ask you about a dream, I know you don’t really do dreams but I thought you are the closest person I could speak to about it.” Looking up the long swish of his tail really showed off his curiosity, he unfolded his legs and brought each foot down softly on the carpet. Each step is slow and deliberate, Yoongi was never one to expel unnecessary energy.
He crawled onto the bed before flipping himself over onto his back, the black shirt he was wearing had lifted slightly exposing his tiny soft belly. You wanted to touch it. To pat the young hybrids’ belly. His smirk and the rapid swish of his tail on the bed gave away his trap. He was VERY playful today.
“Tell me about your dream?” He smiled, patting the bed beside him. This was a genuine offer -you hoped- so you didn’t hesitate -as much- to lay down beside him. When he didn’t pounce on top of you and playfully tickle, a sigh of relief left your lips. It was hard for hybrids to expose their vulnerable and vital organs; the throat, chest, and stomach were the most notable. So laying on your back side by side was a little unnerving.
“It feels a bit like wishful thinking, that maybe I am hoping we will still be together as a family in the future,” Premising your dream with a bit of a laugh as if trying to downplay the seriousness of that statement. Relaying the dream Yoongi hummed listening.
“I think you answered your own question before you told me the dream, you are dreaming about your future and what you desire it to be.” He smiled rolling into your side, his face pressed against your neck. In the time it took Yoongi’s nose to touch your skin, breathe stolen as your heart hammered in your chest. This was quite a position to be in, he was implying his dominance in such a gentle way.
Yoongi was non-confrontational and so it was cute to see him test the waters and your limits with such gentle gestures. He wasn’t asserting himself, not claiming to be superior or better. Often this action was mistaken by people as a claiming of ownership but it was clear between Yoongi and yourself that this was not the case.
Yoongi was implying subtly leaving room for denial of his request, he was asking if he could kill you, not that he would. He was asking whether you would fight back and challenge his authority, would you be in charge or would he. The animal kingdom was a hierarchy and the animal DNA running through both your veins demanded this hierarchy.
Flipping Yoongi underneath you. Sitting on his waist and pressing your lips softly to his throat, you breathed in his scent. The dynamic still wasn’t decided, as you weren’t ready to make that decision and he could see that. He didn’t growl or sneer, he just smiled wrapping his arms around you and pulling you against his chest.
“From the way you described you see some of us platonically and some of us romantically, there are a lot of dream interpretations and theories. Freud and Jung both had differing opinions. Freud thought that the adaptive advantage to dreams was to distract us and thereby keep us asleep. Whereas Jung thought we need to sleep in order to dream and dreaming serves multiple functions. I think what is most important to take away from this dream is how you felt, you said it was a nice sweet dream, and everyone felt comfortable and there was love in many forms between everyone. I can’t tell you what the dream means, but I can tell you, that how you feel towards the dream gives insight to what you want in life and how you feel about us.”
“Oh,” You felt kind of silly how obvious his statements were, you really had enjoyed the dream. It was only right that you desired to be together in the future. As for the relationship dynamic. He was right as well, there were some boys you felt stronger feelings for, a notion that you should try to connect a little more to the others.
Hoseok seemed to come to mind, his hybrid breed not one you were used to or had a lot of information on. That and his constant happy vibes meant even the shortest interactions left you believing he was in good spirits. You hadn’t been neglecting him but you could definitely pay him a little more attention.
“As long as whilst you’re awake the dream still seems sweet and beautiful then I can tell you that your unconscious mind is more honest with her feelings than your waking self.” Yoongi softly added his chest rumbling with the smallest of purrs, gently radiating into your chest.
Sitting up you saw his eyes slowly close for a moment, before slowly opening as if fighting sleep. An action Jimin did often, he always said it was because he was tired. You thought perhaps it was just a cat thing, maybe a little research on the hybrids would do you some good. “You get some sleep, I have a lot of thinking and I need to have a conversation with Jimin.” Sliding out of the bed you heard Yoongi laugh.
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Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
Authors note: Sorry if the last chapter felt rushed. I was told it seemed a little rushed.
Seokjin catches your hand before you leave the garage pressing his lips softly to yours, his hands running through your hair. Fingers brushing against your ears, you felt your tail curl around to brush against his and he didn’t flinch. Massaging your ears softly makes you whine softly enjoying the feeling.
“What had I been scared of, you aren’t scary.” Seokjin said, brushing his lips against your jaw and breathing against your ear, “I never knew you would be this cute when you submit to me.”
He nibbled on your ear and pulled back with a brilliant smile, “Eyes blown and lips swollen, you are a vixen” he paused pulling your hand up to kiss the back of your hand. His eyes reserved closing over the emotion that had been their moments after breaking the kiss. “Unfortunately, I am not the only one who feels this way so I will fight fair and give you the choice.”
Confused about what he meant by, not the only one. You knew the boys were affectionate but none of them had expressed feelings as fervid as this. They were all soft and gentle like they enjoyed your company and your guidance as an owner. Right?
Never had you tried to influence their feelings or falsify your own. Always telling yourself you were being professional. Of course, now seeing how you had overstepped so many boundaries. If you had truly been professional in maintaining a business environment you wouldn’t have climbed into their beds.
Cuddling wasn’t on the recommended list of things one does to establish good work relationships, this was all your fault. Too many lines had been blurred.
Walking into the living room you saw Felix there with the boys, Taehyung and Jungkook engulfing you in a hug. “We don’t care, please don’t kick us out, we all love it here and you have done so much for us and we want to make your dream come true. We love you and can’t live without you.”
“Felix explained everything thoroughly, we are sorry you had to go through all that on your own.” Yoongi smiled softly from the couch, “I am happy to listen and talk more about it whenever you want, you have helped me so much and this is exactly what I want to do. I want to help, I never want people to feel alone. We all agreed that what you are doesn’t matter to us.”
Hoseok pulled you into a hug, “Even though my instincts say not to trust a Fox or any other predator, I trust you and everyone in this house with my life and I love the family we have created.”
“I think I have made a mistake.” You whispered, “I think I was trying to make you all feel at home and loved, safe, and build a relationship of trust. I hope you all feel that way but, I also realized that it isn’t very professional of me and I can’t have every hybrid I work with grow attached to me. Did I lead everyone on?”
“Not exactly, judging by your reaction you had no clue meaning your intentions weren’t negative. Your intentions weren’t to manipulate us. You are correct, you should in fact learn to detach somewhat, especially if you will be working with many more hybrids like ourselves in the future.” Namjoon explained shuffling his feet, “That being said, I believe we all respect you greatly, and whether our feelings are for you as a person or as a savior we are yet to find out.”
“Please don’t leave us,” Jungkook said softly, “We won’t bother you, just let us stay.”
“I don’t want you to be conditioned to think I am perfect, I don’t want you to think you have to like me because I took you in. I just want to help. You become independent so you can grow and work and have your own families.”
“But I don’t want another family.” Jungkook huffed, “I want this family, it’s all I know.”
“Jungkook, I-” Taking a deep breath you hummed, “I think we have gotten very close and I think we need to take some time to really think about things. It feels like Stockholm syndrome, and I am not just talking about you, I am talking about myself.”
“I am attached to all of you, I am growing too attached that I don’t see myself in the future without you. I was thinking about the future of the program and I just assumed you would all be working alongside me and we could come home together.” You rubbed your forehead, a tension headache blooming across your skull.
“I can’t tie you down because I want you to stay with me, not when you don’t know me properly, my bad habits and pet peeves. We are in an ideal situation where money is no issue and we are practically living a never-ending vacation. It can’t all be good things. There has to be trials and tribulations, we have to see each other fall apart and learn to mend one another to know if we should be in it for the long run.”
“I think that is really wise, and some really great points,” Yoongi said, placing his hand on Jungkook’s head pulling it onto his shoulder, “From what I gathered it isn’t a rejection, it is the foundations of a plan for the future.”
“It still hurts,” Jungkook’s lip was jutted out as he sniffled into Yoongi’s collar, “It hurts so much Hyung, my chest is tight.”
“It will hurt,” Yoongi said, “Let me pour you your first drink. It will help you let it out.”
“I will take a drink.” Seokjin smiled, “Something to ease the tension.”
Hoseok looked at you and gave you a hug, “they will be okay, you have been doing an amazing job, of course, it’s an uncomfy feeling but you have given us more than just your friendship and respect, you have given us each other, never forget that without all this and your passion we seven would never have met, successfully cohabitated or become friends.”
“You gave me friends,” Taehyung smiled, his tail hanging eyes shaded by his fringe “a purpose, even though grandpa was supportive of my decisions I have more freedom, a goal, a future beyond the limited time I had with grandpa, You gave me brothers, I didn’t know I wanted or needed. Most importantly you made me feel like I was worth something, that I was special and I could reach my dreams. You made me feel loved. Even if you don’t feel that way truly towards me, it was still nice to experience that feeling for the first time.”
“You gave us a safe environment to explore feelings we never expected to feel. I thought love was stupid and debilitating. I thought everyone was stupid and all that mattered was my books, and studies, I was searching for something, learning and absorbing everything I could to fill the void. But no matter how smart I was, I never realized that what I was looking for was a simple feeling I had looked down on. I have filled some of the voids, because not only did I find romantic love, I found platonic love. Even the slight tension of heartbreak is a feeling I had never felt.”
Namjoon was deep in thought before adding, “I don’t know when I shut off my emotions but, I had become a mannequin, a shell of a person with no objective. Now I have grown branches, flourishing relationships, and strong bonds deep in this earth. I have a function, a value in life.”
“You are all getting really deep,” Felix said, “It is strange but I admire your courage to talk about these things with one another. I want to know as your dad, that I approve of these boys and any of them would make a good son-in-law. If you were to ever wish for a relationship with any or every one of them I approve.”
Felix’s eyes sparkled mischievously, “I mean, maybe it’s because your dad has been through a lot, seen a lot in life, maybe you can call me hip, or open-minded but why limit yourself to one person. Something I have learned through my many hundreds of years is that we can love many people at once and as long as everyone is on the same page honest, trusting and comfortable. Of course, respecting people’s boundaries and capacity to love others is important.”
“Maybe it is my experience talking but I can see these foundations amongst you all, the bonds you all share are strong and everyone is caring and respectful towards one another. I think definitely letting yourselves grow is important. This house is your safe place and the open communication really allows for everyone to explore?”
Felix left after his small speech, kissing your cheek and whispering how you looked like you didn’t want to choose. All stunned at his proposition, Yoongi agreed, “He has a point having more partners means more people to share your troubles with, more personalities to mesh with, if you don’t like someone’s hobby, there is someone else in the group who might like the same thing saving you from something you dislike.”
“Of course, there are always pros and cons to everything.” Namjoon reiterated, “We could discuss it one day if things seemed to go that way but again for now we should all focus on the program, just long enough to allow everyone to think seriously about their feelings as unbiased as possible.
~
You apologized to Seokjin that you couldn’t sleep in his bed tonight and he smiled, “That’s okay, I feel like I have received enough comfort and attention.”
Assuming he was talking about the kisses the two of you had exchanged in the car and garage away from prying eyes. Mind reeling, did you truly have these feelings for them, or was it manifested from the program? Did you truly like them or did you like the attention? Did you love them or was it the idea of love that you loved more?
Laying on Jimin’s bed, his things packed ready to move into Hoseok’s room, your things in the corner ready for you to take the room for yourself. Thoughts of your best friend, you hadn’t seen it but you wondered if he loved you like the other hybrids. He had been jealous of the other’s affection but you had felt that before when he would talk about his hybrid friends growing up. Never wanting to be left behind or replaced. Never wanting to lose him. Pressing your face in his pillow the subtle scent of his hair products eased you like he was there beside you.
~
Carrying groceries into the house together. The seven bustling to help put things away in the kitchen. They seemed more confident, more mature and you couldn’t help but blush as they grazed past you, pheromones mingling in the space naturally, letting each other feel safe and loved. There was no need to control their pheromones as they had become comfortable with one another. It was more natural for hybrids to communicate in such a way, you even found yourself letting your feelings show this way.
“We have work tomorrow,” Namjoon smiled, almost dropping the eggs as he carried them to the fridge, “The new intake of hybrids is coming in, which means we have a lot of paperwork and emotions to deal with.”
“I can’t wait to see them, they are always so small?” Jimin giggled “Reminds me of when Jungkook started university.”
“He was still big back then, too muscly.” Hoseok joked poking Jungkook’s abs making the younger man giggle.
“They grow up quickly though, last year’s graduates are out in the workforce now.” Seokjin smiled softly, taking the eggs from Namjoon before they were broken. “I saw Soobin, the bunny hybrid who graduated last year, is doing really well. He opened a bakery.”
You went to your room and Taehyung poked his head in. He saw you working and borrowed a moment of your time for a kiss before heading out once more. He was always so physically affectionate and it was nice. There was playful banter in the kitchen between Jungkook and Seokjin, the latter arguing that ‘Ramen will spoil dinner.’
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Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
“What do I do?” You whimpered, “Jin ran off after he saw my ears and tail, I don’t know how to fix this, I don’t know how to get rid of them.”
“Okay breath,” He comforted you gently, “I will talk you through it.”
“It’s not working,” Protesting, as you felt your body begin to change its appearance. The boys watching horrified “It’s getting worse.”
The phone fell with a loud clatter as you shrunk sitting on the floor shaking. The boys were stunned and you hid under the bed. Jimin picked up the phone demanding an explanation, Felix said he was still in the area and would come help.
You wanted to explain but couldn’t speak. Frustration growing and filling you. Pressure building until an inhuman cry escapes your body. You heard Jimin storm out leaving as well your best friend of over twenty years. Jungkook pheromones alluding to his current state of stress.
Everything you had worked hard for was crumbling down around you. Wanting to give up on everything you had been working on a wallow in self-pity away from judgemental eyes. Felix arrived he coaxed you out from under the bed and helped you turn back into a human and he held you for a moment in a hug.
“I have to find him, Seokjin ran off and I need to find him, and Jimin and,” clutching at your hair as your words were broken from your irregular breathing. Standing, you wiped your eyes and headed out in the van trying to find Seokjin. Driving through the night until almost morning.
When you circled around spotting Seokjin struggling, getting pushed into a van the men driving off you followed parking and racing inside. “Hello, my hybrid was spooked at home and ran off. I went out to find him and saw him picked up by two men in a van they brought him in here.” You were panting from running across the parking lot, grabbing at the counter, “Kim Seokjin a raccoon hybrid.”
“He was brought in, we thought he was a return, he is in the back room.” The woman spoke somberly, you knew what she was implying and didn’t hesitate to run down the hall and push open the door.
“He is mine, don’t you dare touch him.” Ripping the restraints of Seokjin who was sobbing eyes wide in fear, “I have his paperwork, my name is on his file, you cannot do this.”
They stopped and you dragged him out to the front paying the pound retrieval fee and dragged Seokjin back to the car. Driving quickly away from the pound as if it would explode. Pulling over by a small park, it was dark and you let your tears fall.
“If you don’t want to stay in the house, I can find you somewhere. You don’t have to have anything to do with me, I won’t force you but I care about you so much and the thought of you being hurt is too much for me to bear. I almost lost you tonight Jin.” You sniffed shoulders shaking as your grip tightened on the steering wheel.
The sound of the two of you sobbing shaking together in the dark. “Jin-”
His hands cupping your cheeks, as he devoured your words. You wondered if he could taste the fear in your mouth. Molding together searching for a feeling as soft as each other’s lips. Hands gripping at one another to ground you, fighting away thoughts of what could have been. Seokjin’s lips pulled back, his eyes opening looking up at you.
He was making sure you were okay, always a gentleman. Pulling him forward again, kissing him until the only reason your chest hurt was due to lack of oxygen. Whimpering when he pulled back once more, your body falling limply against the driver’s seat as you gasped for air. Eyes pressed closed.
“I am sorry for running off. I am sorry for being a burden,” He looked out into the darkness, his hand finding yours and giving it a squeeze. “If you are still happy to have me in the house I am happy to stay. I am sorry I got scared, our kind doesn’t have a good history together.”
“Of course I want you to stay, as long as you are comfortable.” You breathed pulling out your phone and sniffing trying to clear your throat making Seokjin laugh.
Dialing Jimin’s phone number went straight to his message bank and you left a message, the words soft and full of uncertainty. “Hey Jimin, I um… I want to talk about what happened because you are my best friend. I don’t know if you are mad or upset, or why you left but I hope you call me back because I need you.”
Was it delusional to think that he hadn’t left because he found out you were a fox person and had kept it a secret from him? You weren’t scared because you trusted him. The two of you knew everything about one another and he would understand. He would understand why you didn’t tell him. He would have gone to find Seokjin, that’s why he would have left. Driving home you parked in the garage, taking a deep breath today hadn’t gone the way you anticipated.
Phone chiming from the center console you answered, “Hello?” You waited, hearing a sniff and looking once more at the caller ID, “Jimin, are you okay?”
“Talk.”
“Excuse me?”
“You wanted to talk about what happened, so talk,” the passive-aggressive tone in his voice was enough to make you freeze, biting your lip, “I want to hear what you have to say.”
“Why are you mad?”
“Why am I mad?” His laugh is as bitter as Yoongi’s coffee order, making you feel like dirt. “Maybe because my best friend, the person I thought I knew, had been lying to me, all this time. How long did you know? How long did you keep this from me?”
“Okay, I will talk but you are going to listen. You have the right to feel hurt and betrayed. I am not telling you that this isn’t shocking. Yes, I kept it a secret, but it wasn’t just my secret to tell. Everything you are feeling is valid, but if you are making this about you Jimin. You are playing the victim and disregarding my feelings before hearing the whole story.” You took a deep calming breath allowing Jin to gently rub circles on your back.
“I have known for like a week what I am and even then, I still don’t know. I was and am scared, I had no idea what was happening to my body. I was a failed hybrid, neither human nor hybrid, I felt lost and then to here I was a gumiho/kitsune person but also not one either because I was lab-made.” Jimin listened, not saying anything as you had asked, you hoped this was getting through to him. “I was told by Felix that this wasn’t just my secret, that there was a whole race hiding from the humans. He said if the wrong people found out, their lives would be jeopardized.”
“I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, I was waiting to tell everyone together and I thought you would be the one person who would back me up so the others wouldn’t hate me. I never once thought that you would be the one who would be hurt. I thought it would be another thing to strengthen our friendship some more.”
“I don’t want to argue, I found Seokjin in the back room at the pound and I am upset from everything that has happened. Take your time to think things over and if you want to talk you know where I will be.” Jimin’s breathing hitched at the mention of Seokjin in the back room. The idea of hanging up and ending the call felt heavy with the weight of your friendship and all the years you had spent together. Was this the end? A small sob escaped your lips, “I love you, stay safe tonight, I can’t forgive myself if something happens to you.”
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Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
It was hot. Skin damp and head pounding from dehydration. Taehyung clung to you like he was scared to let you go. He had his face pressed to your neck, his warm breath caressing your clavicle. His arms flexing occasionally as he mumbled in his sleep. It was amusing hearing the Hybrid talk nonsense about his dreams, most of it was about the meat he seemed to be giggling and ordering japchae while talking to someone.
Your heat was almost over. Thinking it best to take a precautionary suppressant in case. Swallowing the tablet noticing the blister pack was empty. Writing a note on your phone to purchase some more. Things felt like they had plateaued again. Not in a bad way as if you were stuck in one place unable to move or grow. In a more peaceful and serene way. Where you didn’t want to move, too busy enjoying the scenery. The scenery being the seven Hybrids staggering around the house with tired eyes.
Late night conversations had drained them all emotionally and physically. A slow start but by lunchtime, the house was bustling again. Taking it upon yourself to make lunch, you had enough take-out that the thought was not appetizing. Yoongi took his food back to his room with a polite thank you. He was the most drained from the evening’s discussions.
Hoseok quietly gardened, enjoying the sun and breeze, letting himself recharge with his hands in the dirt, repotting and weeding. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Seokjin were playing Minecraft the soft tranquil music filling the lounge room. Namjoon was on the back porch reading where it was quiet. Leaving Jimin and yourself to work on schedules.
Having to schedule Jimin’s work and your reports around the other boy’s schoolwork. They had completed the necessary tertiary requirements and were eligible during the next semester’s intake. You were processing all the necessary requirements including textbooks and any uniform or equipment fees.
It was after a few emails that you had been notified that you were preapproved for a grant for the program, it was a portion offered to find an appropriate space. Excitedly you began searching for small commercial buildings hoping to find something big enough to accommodate hybrids, classrooms, kitchens and dining halls, and other offices for staff.
Dressing up, Jimin accompanied you to a few realtors and land and property managers. It was a lot of discussion and a few hundred sheets of paper. Your options included buying land and building which was more expensive but allowed you to build exactly what you needed. Or, you could buy a building and make the necessary renovations.
Cheaper but risking building integrity and safety, the cheaper and older the building required more work and therefore would still cost the same if not more to get it to what you want or need. This was a huge step in the program securing a place was the first step on the way to a full approval of the program.
Reports of the hybrid’s progress were enough for them to see how this program would benefit hybrids and humans alike. Hopefully, you could continue to report the boy’s success and receive another grant to secure hybrid support workers that would be willing to work. Having people like Yoongi on board with the program to help hybrids would shape the perfect program image.
Destroying the harmful stereotypes attached to hybrids and their behaviors and giving them independence. Giving them jobs and homes and getting them off the streets, allowing them access to healthcare and medicine especially suppressants. Creating a safe place. It was all you ever wanted and you could almost touch it.
There was a knock at the door. Seokjin sat up from where he was laying across the rug, he watched you with narrow eyes as you opened the door. The afternoon sun had turned the sky pink and orange making the red in your hair glow softly. Felix stood there, his silver hair brightened as well by the angle of the sun’s rays.
Offering him a seat at the table and some tea he began asking how you had been, you kept things vague. He noticed nodding respectively. “I just wanted to give you this book, I think it will help you learn what we discussed last time”
“Oh thank you, that is super helpful,” you breathed clutching the book in your hands, you were quick to tell Felix about your preapproval for a grant and he hummed. “I think I might have a place you would like. It is big and in good condition, it will need a little bit of renovation, give me some time to get some details and pictures and I will email them to you.”
“Uh… Felix” You grabbed his coat sleeve as he slipped on his shoes by the door, “I um… was talking last night and well I was wondering. I guess it is kind of silly and it doesn’t matter or mean anything but I just feel like I need to say something.”
“Breathe,” He smiled, placing his hand atop your head gently smoothing down your hair, “Tell me anything.”
“I think of you as my father,” You said, “I don’t have any parents and you are the only person who has stuck by me like a parent and you practically raised me.”
“I tell you all the time I see you like my daughter?” He asked, unable to comprehend the meaning behind your words.
“It doesn’t mean I want you to do anything in particular, I don’t need financial support or anything like that I just wanted to know if maybe I could call you my dad?” You looked down at his shoes trying to calm your racing heart. This took so much to speak the words out loud, preparing for a playful rejection.
“You can call me dad and rely on me like a father for anything, you need money, a place to stay, advice, someone to walk you down the aisle. I will take that role, raising you was the best thing I have ever done in all my years.” He was serious, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “But if you ever think about getting married I have to meet them first to make sure they are going to treat you right.”
You were laughing through the tears swatting the droplets away with the backs of your hands. “Come visit whenever you want… dad”
Softly spoken, you knew his ears would have easily picked up the last word, and judging by his smile he was happy to hear it. “I can never tell you enough how proud of you I am, I will stop by again soon.”
Everyone made dinner and set the table together, the food was abundant. Meats and vegetables and so many side dishes and a soup. Everyone was in good spirits, Jungkook breaking out a monopoly board and the eight of you competed. Curses flying when landing on another’s property and shameless begging and acting cute from sore losses to get out of their debts.
Declaring yourself a monopoly bankrupt, you took the first shower, sitting on Seokjin’s bed with the book you were given. You were reading peacefully feeling like the more you read the more you felt like you were discovering parts of yourself you never knew. Filling out the missing parts.
Namjoon explained hybrid aspects and details. Whilst the boy’s assured that your feelings were valid and that you weren’t alone. Now this book was explaining the other side of you that wasn’t human or hybrid. Everything was coming together and you felt like you.
The door opened and Seokjin froze his tail fluffing as he let out a high growl before running from the room, standing and heading after him. You saw your ears and tail in the mirror and willed them to disappear. The front door slammed and you knew he was gone. Desperate to go after him you took out your phone calling Felix hands shaking.
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Summary:Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.
Sobbing and shaking in the laundry wasn’t how you wanted to be found by the sweet hybrids. You never wanted to be seen like this. Never once in your adult life had you ever cried in front of anyone. Hiding under the blanket some more suppressing whimpers with your glove soft hands.
“Y/n?” Jungkook’s voice broke. The first to move as the two of you were the longest friends but because he was always good at cheering others up when they were upset. Jimin knelt beside your form, his hands running across your back softly. Their scent in the small room warming the space and lulling you more into peace.
Your tears stopped. The long-awaited breakdown coming to an end with their presence. Namjoon sat atop a small pile of washing, Yoongi joined but sitting on the bench by the laundry sink. Seokjin shut the door behind him and the group sat wherever they could around each other and the small mountain of washing.
The blanket was pried from over your head. Seven pairs of eyes reflecting back at you, some blue some green, and others a bright amber. They were all nocturnal animals meaning they had tapetum lucidum, a layer of specially adapted cells behind the retina that reflect light.
Taehyung had circled behind you and sat against the wall pulling you to a seated position into his lap. Fingers sliding across your palms until he was able to lace his fingers with yours. They all watched as you sniffed trying to calm your breathing from the unexpected emotional exploit.
Jungkook stretched his leg out until his ankle was pressed against yours, like coming out from underwater you registered Namjoon was talking. “It is called nesting and it is what Hybrids do to feel safe. For some hybrids that means going to a small quiet place that smells only like them because their scent is safe and they can relax in that space knowing it is only theirs. Some hybrids calm when they are around their owner’s scent knowing their owner can protect them. In this case, Y/n has decided she feels safe with us. That our scent is calming and grounding for her most likely she has accepted us into a pack mentality.”
“Allowing herself to break down because she knows we will keep her safe,” Yoongi breathed, his hands pulling at his sweater, “I have been studying hybrid behavior lately in class.”
“Exactly,” Namjoon continued explaining techniques to help calm a distressed hybrid. His voice was all you needed. The deep vibrations from his chest as he spoke were doing wonders. Taehyung continued to hug you. Hoseok fixed the blanket over your lap making sure you were still warm.
A little more withdrawn among the other hybrids Jimin watched, paying attention to everyone’s body language. It was like he was looking for a threat. Alongside him Seokjin was tense, shoulders stiff and raised as his eyes bore into the ground; he wasn’t looking at anything in particular but battling with a fusillade of thoughts.
After half an hour you spoke softly, voice hoarse and dry from crying, “we can go now, I am feeling better.”
Shuffling of feet the group stood wrapping their arms around you in a hug, purs, soft growls rumbling and a small yet deep bellow from Hoseok had you giggling a squee escaping making the boys laugh.
“You are cute when you act more hybrid,” Hoseok giggled, making your cheeks flush in the dark. Seokjin opened the door and stepped out, gesturing to the others to follow with a tight smile. Making a mental note to ask him if everything was okay, he seemed to be very quiet and distant, you didn’t want him to be affected by your erratic emotions. Perhaps you would be sure to tell him he didn’t have to carry your burdens as his own.
Everyone has a limit. Some people can take care of their problems while helping others, some people can only take care of theirs and some need help to conquer their own obstacles. A person’s capacity fluctuates just because you need help today doesn’t mean you will need it tomorrow, just because you could support someone ten minutes ago doesn’t mean you can assist multiple people with all their difficulties.
The best thing is knowing your limits and not beating yourself up about respecting them. Not beating yourself up about asking for some strength. One of the many factors that kept you from asking was the dreaded feeling of being perceived as bothersome, tiresome, or repetitive. That people would pull away because you needed so much help.
So bottling up your emotions about being lost in the world, never truly fitting in or knowing where you belong amongst hybrids or humans. It was nice to unpack these emotions even to yourself on the laundry floor allowing yourself to analyze your thoughts and categorize each aspect.
You were placed on the couch pulled quickly against Jungkook’s legs draped over Namjoon’s lap, the two bigger hybrids encasing you. It was time to let out some of these thoughts plaguing your mind.
“Can I talk?” You whispered, “I don’t expect you to solve all my problems or really care but, I wouldn’t mind to just let it out. If you have any points feel free to speak. I just don’t want you all to feel that any of this is your problem. I know you all have so much adversity and things that you really don’t need any of my troubles piling on top.”
“We will listen,” Yoongi said, “If it isn’t too stressful do you mind if I write notes? It makes it easier to make feedback and remember all the aspects? I am studying psychology so I think it will help me put my study and skills into practice.”
It was like a group therapy session bringing up elements of things. Yoongi prompted things and got you thinking about each aspect deeper, pulling closer to the source of your problems. It was nice to hear Jimin’s confirmation, that he too never felt like he had a place. The idea that he was labeled a failure. That he never truly felt whole.
Some other boys agreed that not having a stable home with a mother or father left them in the dark about issues growing up and in a sense lost their safe haven. Jimin brought up his crisis on gender, sexuality, and stereotypes.
“Being labeled as a failure because I wasn’t manly made me feel like I had to push to be more to do manlier things like martial arts. Then finding out I enjoyed dancing and the crisis of doing ballet, a feminine activity, I was then questioned some more. They said I was gay, they said I was transgender they just wanted to label me. But, I think I am just me.”
“You are perfect to me Jimin, I don’t see you as any of those labels, when I look at you I don’t see you as only a man or only as feminine or only as a hybrid.” You ran your hand through his hair, “I don’t even see you as a failure. You are Jimin and Jimin doesn’t have any labels attached except my longest friend and part of my family.”
“I see sexy Jimin, cute Jimin, playful Jimin, sweet Jimin, loving Jimin, strong Jimin.” Added as an afterthought you asked, “Whether you want labels or not they are your labels to pick, because nobody knows you better than you, they can’t hear what you are thinking or feel what you feel.”
“I like being me,” He smiled “And I like what I like.”
“Perfect.”
After the deep and meaningful conversation that ran well into the night, dinner was ordered and snacks were shared among the hybrids along with their deepest insecurities. Yoongi made some notes and smiled asking if we would be interested in having another group discussion in the future. Everyone agreed and as you all stretched ready to retire for bed, hands wrapped around you another group hug shared this one felt different. Like finally everyone had blended together with a common understanding.
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Summary:“After being invited to dinner at his hyungs’ girlfriend’s house, Jungkook finally got to be a part of that polyamorous relationship… Or, until then, he thought he was included too.
Dating six men was not an easy task, but you lived in harmony and much love. However, when the group’s maknae also tries to get into that relationship, things get more lively.”
Min Yoon-gi was the first to notice how the maknae looked at you from head to toe, bit his lips a few times and smiled back. And even if you were between your other two boyfriends, Seokjin and Taehyung, he couldn’t get even more jealous noticing the other man’s glares in his direction. The parties among the boys were already something relevant, to celebrate the last recording of the BE album, and the company’s actions, the boys were always excited about the group’s popularity, especially with the success that was being, this year was definitely theirs, again , bts was already one of the biggest groups today. The small party with the boys, staff and other groups took place in the company’s own building, which freed up one of the rooms and bought some snacks and drinks to accompany the celebration. Long time no minors, they released drinks to almost everyone, but left a small restraining order on txt and enhypen, their newest groups. So the elders and the managers were watching, especially the hyung line who had more responsibilities. Some of their boyfriends even looked at them, taking drinks from their hands and replacing them with sodas, they didn’t complain, they understood that they couldn’t overdo it. They had just gained freedom, not to mention the event they would have the next day. The interaction was cute.
Yoongi pressed the table hard as he faced his group brother, Jeon Jungkook. He also looked at him at times, he seemed to be making his hyung angry, but it could be Yoongi’s angry head. He didn’t want to fight with his little brother, especially when it came to petty things, like feeling jealous of something that was already completely his. He also knew you hated fights, and what he wanted least was a mess right now. Not that it wasn’t necessary, everyone knew you were dating six bts boys, but at times it seemed like none of that was remembered when you showed up at some events with them, especially when everyone in the company was gathered. The boys thought it was because of the lack that Jungkook felt, or even the lack of a female presence. They understood and didn’t bump into him when he, or even other groups, tried to talk and socialize, always praising you or making you laugh.
But then there was Min Yoongi, the big problem most of the time. He did feel jealous of you, it was not little, his jealousy was often possessive, it took you seriously. Which generated a lot of fights and restriction for all the other five boys, after all, when you fought with one, everyone felt the pain and prohibitions. However, today you were stunning with a red dress, it went up to your thighs, formed with a beautiful v between your breasts and the big neckline that appeared, open in the back and leaving the tattoo that you had on your back, heels and just a lipstick. Hoseok made you beautiful that night, he wanted to show you off to all the boys, he wanted to show the beautiful woman they had. The other boys, and especially Jungkook, couldn’t be more jealous of how lucky they were.
Maybe that’s why Jungkook wants your attention so much, because on top of everything else, everyone else would do anything to get some attention too. And that annoys Yoongi, Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung. But today your boyfriends were a little distant, each on one side of the room, which allowed a certain freedom for other men and women to talk to you. That’s why he had been the first to notice that conversation that was constantly flowing between you and the maknae, now left aside when Jin and Tae distanced themselves and decided not to interfere with the conversation. Yoongi’s jaw quivered in anger at the sight, knowing they did it to stress him out. And it was Jimin who noticed how his hyung was doing that night, followed by a Hoseok who slowly approached the older man and touched his shoulder, taking his attention away from you.
“Hey.” Yoongi commented distractedly, then looked back at you.
“Hey Suga! Take a break.” Hoseok looked in his direction and sighed deeply. “You know Jungkook has a crush on her. And you don’t want to start a fight right?"
"But that doesn’t negate the fact that he always teases me when we’re at events with her.” Yoon squeezed the table a little more, the third eldest knew that it was impossible to talk to him at these times. “I’ve been avoiding a possible fight for a long time, you know that."
"Give the maknae a break, he and our little brother. Someday those feelings will end because he’ll realize she already has us."
"I share her with you, Jin and three others, and I’m glad to do so. But adding Jungkook to this relationship is already too much. She doesn’t need seven boyfriends."
"I know that, and the others also agree with just the six of us. She doesn’t need jealousy, she only has eyes for us.” Yoongi pushed the chair he was sitting in and stood up soon after, looking intently at Hoseok. But before that, she noticed when the maknae touched her arm and gave her a brief caress, not missing the scoundrel smile afterwards.
“Then tell Jungkook to stop teasing me!” he took the wine cup and made his way to where you were.
As Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung realized where Yoongi was going, they took a deep breath. They knew that one of the most dominant in the relationship had a very overwhelming aura, so this party would not end well, and as soon as he got home they would have to listen to the fight between you. Mainly because whoever was with you at that moment was Jungkook, everyone knew how Suga got when the maknae mentioned her name. He went crazy, always making sure he never left her alone with him. And he would do it at this event, the problem was Jungkook taking advantage of the conversation between Jin and Taehyung to get closer to you. The Korean also knew that trying to talk to you while Yoon was around would be impossible, so enjoying the company of his other boyfriends was ideal, just as it worked.
“Having fun?” Yoon wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him slowly. Jungkook didn’t notice his presence until he commented, so it took some of their attention and especially the maknae’s hands away from you.
“Jungkook was telling me how funny it is when everyone is together, and the adventures they have with the fans."
"Baby, I’m part of the group too, why didn’t you ask me?” you looked at Yoon and undid the smile on her face. That look, you knew him perfectly, you knew when he was in that way that everyone hated, especially you… But tonight nothing would get you out of your mind, so the best thing to do was ignore him. Yes, you decided to ignore Min Yoon-gi, that night was so beautiful that you decided to be a little bitch for him. As it used to be most days, her boyfriends had to take care of it. It was great to piss everyone off, because at the end of the day, I always got something from everyone, which I loved.
“I can make you more comfortable."
"No Jungkook, please stay. I like talking to you.” His hands quickly took Yoon’s hands off your waist and soon you found yourself prioritizing Jeon over your boyfriend, which in a way had been one of the worst mistakes.
Her other boyfriends watched the conversation warily, but they were surprised when it happened, when she prioritized someone outside the relationship over them. This had never happened in a year and a half, it was something new for everyone. Then Jimin and Hoseok laughed at what had happened, knowing that today was going to be a long night, and they couldn’t wait to get home soon. Sex with all six was not taboo and far from being, it happened a few times, maybe once a week, and everyone loved it when it happened, especially you who felt fulfilled.
"You know, it will be fun.” Hoseok said, still smiling. How angry Yoongi was.
“Dinner would be fine too. You know, just us and Jeon.” Jimin left the other two with a question mark on their foreheads.
“You want to see him even angrier, don’t you?” Hoseok stepped in too, earning a smile from him.
“Come on, it will be fun. Jungkook is my best friend, he would love to be invited.” Jimin left Hoseok confused, but only the main dominator Kim Namjoon understood what he meant. Still smiling and agreeing with his idea.
Imagining this, he also followed where you were. Always being careful not to draw the attention of the other boys anymore, but Jin and Taehyung couldn’t help but look and assume that something was really going on. Then they said goodbye to the composers and followed the direction of the other two men, situated in the same place. Namjoon overheard a small snippet of the conversation he was having with Jungkook, while Yoongi was just short of committing his first manslaughter, against his own brother. But, the light at the end of the tunnel, just as the leader arrived at the right time and right moment to ease the uncomfortable atmosphere, it was always him. The miraculous leader of the bangtan boys; Kim Namjoon.
“Hello Baby.” you looked towards Nam and smiled at him, soon feeling one of your hands touch his chin and pull it in for a small kiss. “I see you’re agitated tonight, that’s good. What’s the matter?"
"We talked about the group, our routines, nothing much.” Jungkook just smiled.
“Having fun, honey?” Nam squeezed his waist and Yoon took that as an invitation, soon letting a smile escape his lips. They both understood each other so well.
“Of course! But can we go home? These heels are killing me.” A small pout formed on her lips. It wasn’t the heels that were bothering you, it was the heavy atmosphere between you guys, caused by Yoongi. The one who’d promised not to break up the party.
“Sure baby, go with Yoongi. Me, Jin and Hoseok still need to stay to take the other boys home.” he smiled, kissing her lips again. “Say goodbye to our golden maknae, love.” Nam loved showing everyone who was the main dominator in your relationship. Even if the other men didn’t listen to him, it didn’t bother them, because in the end you would also obey everyone else… Only in bed, because outside of it they were your personal puppies. "See you later, Jungkook.“
"See you later, love.” Yoongi held her hand tightly and pulled her with him as far away from that room as possible. On the way to the parking lot and the personal car that had come.
“Love! Slow down, I’m wearing heels.” he pushed his body against the nearest wall and leaned against you, bringing your wrist to head height and holding tight.
“I already told you not to make me jealous, especially with that brat. Have you forgotten the rules or do you need me to remind you of them?” seeing Yoongi angry caused you a huge feeling inside, something good and joyful, you knew that the night would be very far away and it wouldn’t take long for the boys to gather too, however, reminding you of the rules caused a certain… Anxiety.
“I did not forget.” In the relationship there were some rules for the good coexistence of the poly relationship, it was something related to BDSM; submission, domination, masochism, etc. Namjoon created most of them, the rest the other boys added after studying his body. All took off each one. You memorized them all and loved each one, especially the degradation. “Excuse!"
"No, that’s not how it works, love. You know that. Let’s go home and there you’ll better apologize to me."
Namjoon and Jungkook continued their conversation slowly, while Jimin and Taehyung headed towards the parking lot, after saying goodbye to their friends.
"Having fun while talking to my girl?” Jungkook smiled weakly. “Stop teasing your hyung, he might end up killing you."
"Hyung, you know it’s impossible to ignore her, especially when she comes with such a beautiful outfit."
"I understand. Well, will you be free tomorrow night?"
"Probably so. Any plans?"
"We’re having dinner at home tomorrow, would you like to attend?” Jungkook swallowed hard. He had never been invited to his house, now he would accompany him to a dinner, it was quite a surprise. He wondered why that was now, when in fact it was pissing them all off… But they didn’t seem to mind the petty attitudes.
“Of course I did! What time would it be?"
"Nineteen hours. Don’t be late."
"You can. Would you like me to take something?"
"Some drinks, not too strong. You know, my girl doesn’t like heavy drinks.” Namjoon smiled again and looked around, seeing that Jin and Hoseok were already moving the other boys to the dorm. “Is it arranged?"
"Yes sure!"
"Great! Come on, I’ll drop you off at your apartment.”
Thisis my first story,my official language is not English, so I apologize if something went wrong… I hope you like the picture, I’ll bring you more chapters soon! ♡
I would be very grateful if you guys help me by RT, favorites or even commenting. If not, just reading it is good enough! Thank you for reading the prologue and see you later.
an: I haven’t proof read yet but I rlly wanted to get this out so plz ignore any mistakes!
Sitting in the back of their temporary studio in the U.S, you gaze out of the window longingly, watching the city life below you. “Hobi?” you call out once the music stops. “Hm?” he hums in acknowledgement, his eyes meeting yours through the mirror. “Are you guys gonna be done soon? I wanna go explore,” you ask him, your eyes sparkling with excitement.
Hoseok gives you a regretful look as he shakes his head at you. The concert was tomorrow and they had to make sure they were prepared. “We still have a lot of practicing to do,” he tells you solemnly. You pout at him but you don’t complain, understanding that every second in the studio was valuable. He watches you as you look out the window longingly, your chest rising and falling with a disappointed sigh.
He feels bad for keeping you here. He knows that you know you’re not forced to stay here and you can go out whenever you want. But he also knows it’s something you wanted to do with them. “I wanna explore too!” Jungkook interrupts Hoseok’s thoughts. “Me too!” Jimin and Taehyung echo him. “Can we go? Please Hobi Hyung?” Jimin begs the dance leader. Taehyung quickly joins Jimin’s side, giving his best tata mic face.
“It’ll just be a short break, we’ll be back soon,” Taehyung tries to convince him. Hoseok’s eyes move from the three maknaes to you, seemingly holding your breath as you wait for his answer. Everyone has been working hard and it’s been a while since they took a break. “Fine,” he breathes out, not having the heart to crush the hope in your eyes. “But be back in two hours,” he adds on, looking at you as he says it.
He knows the younger three have a tendency to not listen so he was trusting you to bring them back in time. It was about 6:00 pm so you were to be back by 8:00 pm. You playfully salute him as you give him a determined nod, promising to be back in two hours. Hoseok chuckles, finding you absolutely adorable. “Anyone else want to come?” you ask. “I need a nap,” Yoongi answers, flopping on the couch at the back of the room. “And I need a break from those three,” Jin says, nudging his head towards the maknaes.
You look to Hoseok but he’s already starting the music up again, focused on perfecting his craft. “We’re okay, Y/n,” Namjoon reassures you with a smile, “Go have some fun.” The maknaes don’t give you a moment to dwell on it, dragging you out of the studio. The four of you walk around the city, familiarizing yourselves with the area but when you come across an arcade, you can’t resist, excitedly running inside like a bunch of children.
You constantly check your phone for the time, not wanting to disappoint Hoseok by being late. And around 7:30 pm, you tell the maknaes to pick one last game so that you have more than enough time to head back. But when you’re about halfway back to the studio, Jimin suddenly lets out a loud gasp. You all turn to find him patting down his pockets with a panicked look on his face, “I forgot my phone at the arcade!”
Your eyes widen as you pull out your own phone, looking at the time. 7:45 pm. You know that if you guys head back to the arcade, you won’t make it back in time. But Jimin’s phone is valuable and it would be really bad if his phone got into the hands of the wrong person. “You guys go back to the studio and I’ll go get Jimin’s phone,” you tell them, quickly devising a plan. It was more important they get back on time than you do.
“But it’s not safe for you to go alone,” Jungkook frowns. The sun had already started to set and it would be dark by the time you reached the arcade. Conflicted, you all decide to just run back to the arcade to find Jimin’s phone and then run back to the studio as fast as possible.
Bursting into the studio, you place your hands on your knees, doubling over as you pant harshly. Your harsh breathing fills the room as the four of you try to catch your breaths. “You’re late,” Hoseok says simply, but it sends shivers down your spine. “I’m sorry Hobi, we-” you struggle to speak between breaths but Jimin takes over for you. “It’s my fault, Hyung, we were on our way back when-”
“Enough,” Hoseok’s voice silences everyone immediately, “We’ve wasted enough time and you guys were supposed to be taking a break but you’re out of breath.” They immediately straighten up, Jungkook speaking up, “We’re okay to practice!” The maknaes immediately jump back in while you make your way to the back of the room, watching quietly. Guilt washes over you as you watch the younger ones practice diligently despite being exhausted from running.
As soon as they get a water break, you hurry to hand the three of them a bottle of water, smiling apologetically before you take a bottle over to Hoseok. He accepts it without even looking at you, taking a sip as you nervously play with your hands. “I’m really sorry we were late, Hobi. We had to go back because…” you trail off when he closes the bottle and places it on the floor before walking away, completely ignoring you.
Your eyes burn with unshed tears when he brushes you off, not even giving you a chance to explain why you were late. But what hurts more is that you disappointed him. He trusted you to bring them back in time because he knew that you knew how important it was, but you couldn’t even do that for him. Everyone says that getting praise from Hoseok is the best feeling in the world. But no one ever talks about how disappointing him is the absolute worst feeling one could ever experience.
When they finally end practice for the night, you quietly follow Hoseok back to the hotel. When you two enter your shared hotel room, Hoseok immediately heads for the bedroom. You hear the sound of the connected bathroom door shutting as you take off your shoes, the sound of running water soon following. You’re sure that Hoseok doesn’t really want to see you right now so you grab your clothes from the bedroom while he’s showering.
Rubbing his hair with a towel as he walks out of the bathroom, Hoseok looks over to the bed, frowning when he sees it’s completely untouched. Hoseok peeks outside, finding you asleep on the couch. He calls room service, asking for an extra blanket before going into the kitchen to make himself a quick dinner. When room service arrives, he thanks them for the blanket before laying it on top of you, carefully tucking you in before turning in for the night.
When you finally hear the gentle click of the bedroom door closing, you finally let your tears spill over as sobs wrack your body, tightly clutching the blanket in your hands as you bury your face in your pillow.
The next morning, Hoseok is immediately hit with the delicious smell of pancakes when he walks out of the bedroom. “Good morning!” you greet him cheerfully, “Come have breakfast, I made pancakes!” Although the smell of your pancakes was practically making his salivate, he walks straight past them, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge before he’s out the door. You had hoped that maybe he wouldn’t be upset anymore but clearly, you were wrong.
You stare sadly at the stack of pancakes you woke up so early to make, having to wake up extra early just to go out and buy the ingredients. Having suddenly lost your appetite, you start packing them up before taking them to the maknaes’ rooms. You leave for the concert venue a little later, needing some time to get yourself together.
Nervously standing backstage, you watch as they get last-minute touch-ups, mere seconds away from getting on stage. You never doubted any of their abilities to give a perfect performance but you can’t help but feel at fault when you can see Hoseok’s noticeable nerves. He wasn’t one to usually be nervous as he always makes sure they’re all as prepared as possible, but time simply didn’t allow that this time.
As they all hit their last ending pose, you let out a huge sigh of relief. Everyone performed perfectly and you couldn’t be more proud. Seeing as they were saying their last goodbye to ARMY, you take the chance to slip away. You don’t know if Hoseok is still upset with you but in case he is, you don’t want to ruin tonight for him.
As soon as they get off stage, Hoseok’s eyes search for you. One of the staff members notices the confusion on his face when he can’t find you and they can guess who he’s looking for. “Y/n left a few minutes ago,” the staff member informs him. “She left?” Hoseok asks in confusion, “Why? Is she not feeling well?” As soon as they finished performing the last song, it was like a huge weight was lifted from his shoulders. He had just been so stressed and he took it out on you, but now that he can think clearly, he realizes he was much too harsh.
“I’m not sure,” the staff member answers honestly. Although they found it a bit strange since you always leave with Hoseok, it wasn’t their place to ask. Hoseok was concerned but he’s forced to push it to the back of his mind as they’re rushed back to the hotel to get on v-live.
On your way back to the hotel, you ask the driver to make a quick stop at a Korean grocery store you noticed when you went out with the maknaes. You were sure the boys must miss it so you decided to cook them a nice, hot, homemade meal to remind them of home.
About halfway through the v-live, the staff wheel in a cart of steaming hot bowls and plates of food. “We ordered some food from a local Korean restaurant,” the staff tell them as they place the food around the table. You were afraid that Hoseok wouldn’t eat it if he knew you made it so you requested the staff to tell them it was from a restaurant. “Wah!” “It smells good!” The boys finish the food at record speed, scraping the plates clean.
“What’s the name of the restaurant you got this from?” Jin asks curiously when they end the v-live, wanting to know in case they ever visit again. It’s only then that the staff reveal the food was actually made by you but you asked them not to tell. “Why didn’t she want us to know?” Jimin asks, confused. The staff assumed it was just to protect your identity on the live but even they weren’t sure. But Hoseok has an inkling as to why you tried to hide it and it only makes him want to see you more. Dismissing himself to go find you, the boys all wish Hoseok goodnight.
Unlocking the door to your hotel room, Hoseok calls out into the darkness, “Y/n?” He searches everywhere for you, the living room, the bedroom, even the bathroom but there’s no sign of you. Walking into the kitchen, he finds a note from you on the little notepad every hotel room has.
Hey Hobi! You guys performed so well tonight! Perfect as always :) I’m sure you’re tired and probably want some space so I booked a separate hotel room. So don’t worry about me!
Rest well y/n<3
Hoseok can’t help but frown as he reads your letter again. Had he pushed you that far that you couldn’t even stay in the same room as him? Dialling the staff, he asks if any of them know what your room number is. “Y/n’s room number? Isn’t she staying with you?” Hoseok tells them that you said you had booked another one. “I’m sorry Hoseok-ssi, she didn’t tell us anything about booking another room. But there’s no way she could’ve found an empty hotel room tonight. The whole city is booked with ARMYs coming to see you.”
Quickly thanking the staff, Hoseok hangs up before calling the other members. He asks them if you’re staying with any of them or if they know where you are but when they all answer “no” Hoseok starts to get worried. He rushes out of the hotel room, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor as the elevator makes its descent to the ground floor. Dialling your number, he holds his phone up to his ear, listening to the ringing sound as he makes his way through the lobby.
Taking a quick glance around, he freezes when he spots a familiar bucket hat over the back of a couch. Not wanting anyone to recognize you and worry about you, you had taken one of Hoseok’s bucket hats to cover your face. He had so many that none of the staff or other members would immediately recognize you, but of course Hoseok would know a piece of his own wardrobe.
Hoseok quickly rounds the couch to find you curled up on the couch. Your knees were pulled up to your chest as you lay your cheek on top of your knees. Slightly lifting the bucket hat to make sure it’s you, he notices the dried tear stains on your cheeks upon closer inspection. Frowning, Hoseok unwraps your arms from your legs, wrapping them around his neck instead before he wraps your legs around his waist, carrying you like a baby koala.
Bring you back to the hotel room, he gently lays you in bed, taking the bucket hat off of you before climbing in behind you. He pulls you closer until your back is pressed against his chest, whispering apologies into your hair before he eventually lets sleep take over.
Waking up, you slowly peel your eyes open, immediately panicking when you realize this isn’t the same place you fell asleep. But then you feel a familiar pair of arms tighten around your waist as Hoseok nuzzles into your hair. “Good morning,” he mumbles. Not ready to confront him yet, you try to act like you’re still asleep but Hoseok had felt your breathing suddenly increase. “I know you’re awake,” he says simply. He then gently gathers your hair to one side and starts placing kisses on the back of your neck.
“Is your neck sore from yesterday?” he asks, referring to the uncomfortable position he found you sleeping in. You shake your head but then you immediately feel the tightness in your muscles. Hoseok gently massages it for you, placing one last kiss on your neck before turning you in his arms to face him. Afraid to meet his eyes, you bring your hands to play with the necklace hanging from his neck. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes as he leans down to place another kiss on your forehead, causing your hands to stop playing with his necklace.
“I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. I was just stressed and I took it out on you. I’m really sorry for that,” he tells you and when you finally look up at him, you can see the guilt swimming in his eyes. “It’s okay Hobi, I’m sorry too. I should’ve made sure we were back on time,” you apologize but he shakes his head at you. “I asked the impossible of you, those three are really out of control,” he says, making you giggle.
“The food you made last night was delicious. All the boys wanted me to tell you how good it was,” he smiles down at you, “And you don’t know how much I was regretting not eating the pancakes you made when I was eating the breakfast the hotel offers. They smelled so good.” You laugh at how he starts to drool at the thought of your pancakes. “It’s okay, they didn’t go to waste. I gave them to the maknaes since they always sleep in late and they practically devoured them,” you tell him.
He lets out a groan at that. “They’re stealing you away from me,” he whines adorably. “We still have a lot of ingredients left over, do you want to make more pancakes for breakfast today?” you suggest. His eyes light up at your offer, nodding enthusiastically. You move to climb out of bed but he’s quick to pull you back, “But I’m making them today. You’ve done too much for me, it’s my turn to take care of you.” You pout at him, about to protest when he starts peppering your face with kisses.
You giggle, playfully shouting at him to stop before he finally places one last kiss on your lips. Leaning his forehead against yours, he closes his eyes as he whispers, “Thank you for always taking care of me.”
summary: after a day at the beach, hoseok has some surprises in store for his longtime love
pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: fluff, smut, fluff OH MY GOD SO MUCH FLUFF y'all i apologize
word count: 4.7K
notes: this fic is a commission fic for the lovely @wwilloww as part of the @armyadvocates fundraising initiative to stop hate crimes against AAPI. miss willow asked for an old house, candles and soft smut as well as a mystery box. i did my best to deliver on all counts because willow is amazing and deserves all good things.
thanks go to @hobi-gif@ladyartemesiaand@btsarmy9593 for beta reading parts of this story, thanks so much for keeping me on track ladies! a very special shoutout to @sahmfanficbts who helped me come up with a very *key* part of this plot.
warnings: no one dies? no one is in danger of dying? who am i? standard smut, unprotected sex. liberal sunscreen use. low air quality due to paint fumes and sawdust. references to yoongi, who we can assume is cranky offscreen, references to @untaemedqueen first suggestion of what was in the box.
Warm.
Hoseok is so warm right now, inside and out. He stretches his long body out on the length of his beach lounger, enjoying the feeling of the sun beating down on his skin. His buzz is mellow and pleasant. He lets his eyes drift shut, lulled into a lazy calm by the sounds he can hear all around him.
The steady lap of the waves against the shore. Kids laughing as they run around on the sand. Off in the distance, a bluetooth speaker thumps out a song that’s too far away for him to recognize. And after a few minutes, another sound.
Your bright laughter, carried to him on the breeze.
God, he loves that sound.
“You are such a lightweight,” you tease. Hoseok can hear the smile in your voice. “Two beers and you pass out on me.”
it was soft and so fluffy i was melting by the 3rd photo… soft and melting like that Butter video, thankfully it only took me 10 mins (more or less) to melt unlike the Butter video that took an hour!!!
Jimin was heartbroken, a thin layer of tears covered his eyes, yet he didn’t let any of them roll out of his eyes. Jimin was prideful. He wouldn’t let anyone tear him down. You knew he was hurt, but he was going to hide it and just party and go around with random people. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Jimin like this, but he always got better, he knew how to heal his own heart. He was strong as hell.
Something by Girl’s Day was playing loudly through your speakers, Jimin was singing every word while you were trying to replicate the choreography. Yoongi was in the kitchen making some drinks for everyone “he didn’t even cheat on you, Jimin. Why this song?” Yoongi placed the drinks on the coffee table while look at his two friends making a dramatic performance of that song “He didn’t… but he lied to me about being okay with my job, so it counts” Jimin reached to the table to grab a cup and pour it down his throat.
You were on your second round of drinks when light knocks on your door captured everyone’s attention “shhh, I think it’s him” Jimin ran to lower the music’s volume while Yoongi started at the door with pure curiosity.
You fixed your hair and dress before opening the door with a big smile, a smile that faded away when you recognized who was standing in front of you. “Y-You… a-are you lost? Are you looking for someone” he looked at you starting to play with his fingers. “I’m Seok” his voice was hushed, but you could still hear it. “What?” naturally, you were surprised, what were the chances? “From twitter?”
Jimin grew anxious, you weren’t coming back, and none of you knew this guy. What if he was some crazy dude and was trying to steal your house? He walked to the door letting a scream out of his chest when he saw Seok standing in front of you. His scream alarmed Yoongi, who didn’t waste much time to run where you guys were.
Hoseok looked like a scared kitty right now, trying to convince himself this wasn’t a bad idea that you guys could still have a good time even after finding out who he was “YN, where are your manners? Let the poor guy in” Jimin took Hoseok’s hand and dragged him inside your house. You and Yoongi looked at each other with surprise and without a clue of what to do now.
The first minutes were uncomfortable, Jimin was just staring at Hoseok while you and Yoongi were trying to figure out a way to make this whole situation less weird “so… Uhm… Seok, do you want some drinks? I made them myself” with a head gesture Yoongi pointed at the drinks in the coffee table. Hoseok smiled a little bit before reaching for one of the drinks.
“I can’t believe it’s you. It’s funny, a few weeks ago Yn was about to have something with R-” you cut Jimin’s words before he could tell Hoseok about your little thing with one of his friends. “ignore him, he is a little drunk. He is Jimin, by the way, and our bartender is Yoongi. They are my best friends” Hoseok smiled at both of them finishing his drink after that “I don’t know if this was a good idea. I feel like I just ruined your party” Yoongi shook his head in negation sitting on the individual couch. “I think you just made it better. Jimin has a crush on you or something” as soon as those words left Yoongi’s lips, Jimin turned completely red, he looked at Yoongi and threw a cushion in his direction “what? you are always complimenting him”
It took a little more alcohol for you guys to relax and start to treat Hoseok like a friend and not a celebrity. Even though the ones talking to him were Jimin and Yoongi, you were just looking at him or dancing to any song Jimin played. Of course, you wanted to talk to him, but you knew how much Jimin liked him, so you just let your little friend enjoy Hoseok’s company; after all, you’ll have him for the rest of the night.
“Let’s go drunk baby. You are staying at my place tonight.” Yoongi carried Jimin over his back, who was just mumbling some gibberish. “Remind him that we need to be at 5 pm at the studio, please” Yoongi nodded before leaning towards you and leaving a small peck in your lips. He looked at Hoseok and winked at him “we are just friends, okay? That’s something we’ve always do” Hoseok turned his head looking at his feet while waiting for you.
“You could’ve told me who you were. I know how to keep a secret” Hoseok looked nervous again. Maybe he relaxed since more people were around, but now it was you and him. “I didn’t want to scare you. I truly liked you” his voice was soft but a little louder, maybe thanks to the alcohol.
“You wouldn’t. Even if you were old or shorter, I wouldn’t mind” you took his cup out of his hand, putting it down, held his hand and started to walk towards your room, “where are we going?” you could feel his hand shaking “to my room.”
You stared at him while sitting down on your bed. He looked so lost and clueless. It was so adorable. He took little steps and was about to sit down on the other side of your bed. “No. Stan where you were,” you smiled at him, pointing at the frame door. “close the door” he did just as you told. “Unbutton your shirt but don’t take it off.” at first, Hoseok looked confused, but as soon he started to unbutton his shirt, he understood what was going on. “I knew you had abs,” he began to blush and look everywhere, but you “actually, take everything off but your boxers.” You looked carefully at his body. It was beautiful. His skin color was a little tan, and you could see some bruises, probably because of all the dancing he did while performing. His hands were shaking while taking off pieces of clothing. His hair was a little bit sweaty because of alcohol. His face was also a little greasy, and it honestly made him more attractive.
“Hobi” he looked at you with a soft smile “Hobi?” you nodded, smiling at him “My new nickname for you. Come closer, Hobi” he liked the nickname. It made him feel cute. Your hand started to touch his skin, beginning from his arms to his belly “you are so beautiful, Seokie” he smiled “Am I?” he wasn’t asking to build his ego up, you noticed he was asking cause he doubted you and that made your heart feel small and sad.
“Why don’t you believe me?” you kneeled on your bed, getting on his height, you took his cheeks into your hands caressing them softly. “why would I lie to you?” before he could even think in a reason you kissed him, at first it was soft, letting him adjust to your lips. Then the kiss started to grow more and more urgent.
“Take my clothes off” he nodded without letting go of your lips, even while you were talking he didn’t want to stop kissing you. In a matter of seconds, you both were laying down in your bed, you only wearing your panties and Hoseok his boxers.
You took his hands, guiding him slowly into your underwear “I- I’ve never” you shushed him with another kiss, “let me teach you.” You layed on your back, opening your legs slightly “you just gotta be gentle at first, okay?” your hand guided him with the first movement, touching you close to your desired are but not there yet.
The excitement started to grow on your body, feeling more and more anxious every time he wanted to take the lead, it was cute how he let a growl out when you didn’t let him do it alone. “stop” your voice was husky, and he liked it “get on the middle of the bed.” He did whatever you asked him to, and it made you so excited. The guys you talked to never obeyed you, they liked to get “punished” but Hoseok was obedient. It probably was thanks to how inexperienced he was.
“This is a little bit like kissing” you left a last small kiss on his lips before getting on the bed. He licked his lips, knowing precisely what was going to happen. You looked for a comfortable position “if you need air or to stop just tap slightly on my legs and, no teeth for now” he nodded, you lowered yourself sitting on his face. A small moan escaped from your lips when his breath hit you. “put your hands on my hips” he didn’t even start to touch you yet. He was waiting for your indications. You took his hands with yours. Smiling at your reflection in the mirror in front of your bed.
“Start kissing my thighs.” You bited your lips as soon as his lips made contact with your skin. “You can get closer, Seokie.” after a little of foreplay, you felt the urge to start to feel his mouth deeper. “You-You can start to…” Your words stopped by the feeling of Hoseok’s tongue inside of you. He was as desperate as you, maybe even a little more. He started to move his tongue, giving you long strokes, slow and shy ones. It was almost as if he was testing how far he could go, yet he didn’t wait for your approval before he started to go deeper inside of you, playing carefully with your clit. He wasn’t giving it much attention. He preferred to taste every other placer of your private area.
“Fuck” breathy moans started to leave your lips, your hands left his long ago, now they were on his chest, caressing, scratching it and even pinching it depending on whatever Hoseok decided to do. “Move it in circles.” He grabbed your hips with a little bit more of pressure starting to do as you told. You could feel your orgasm beginning to grow the more he played with you. Your nails began to scratch him, making him moan under you, driving you crazier. Your hips started to move at his rhythm, looking for a release.
“Fuck, Seokie,” your hands grabbed his chest, looking for some balance while you started to feel your climax on his pretty face. He didn’t stop his movements until you got yourself off of him. You looked at him, smiling and then letting a little laugh out. He was licking his lips, but he still managed to look cute as fuck. “Am going to take a shower” he looked at you, confused. You knew he was expecting you to continue. That’s precisely why you wanted to make him wait a little more, play with him a little. “You can get comfortable in bed. I’ll be right back. I need to sleep early. Tomorrow I have to work” you left a little kiss on his lips before running to your bathroom, smiling at how confused Hoseok looked when you left the bedroom.
