You and Namjoon are at the top of Wonmisan Mountain. You hiked higher up than you did back in April to get up above the treeline. The blazing orange fall foliage is laid out before you, Seoul beyond it blurs in the distance.
It’s your second baek-il. Two hundred days together.
Namjoon brought a picnic again with your favorite snacky foods, though this time you picked them out together. You’re snuggled up on the blanket looking at the view.
I’m such a huge puddle of cotton candy fluff!!! I love how things are settling and falling into place. But fan-fic writer me feels like I’m getting lulled into a false sense of security BUT that’s just me and maybe everything will actually be okay?? I’m a sucker for super-fluffy scenes like this. It just my toes wiggle in giddiness! I cannot wait until that third and *final* ring another lovely update, Mitten ✨
Summary - You would never expect it really. He’s doting. He’s sweet. He’s hardworking. But he’s forgotten his morals. Suspecting it is one thing, but when he confirms it, will you stay or walk away.
Warning - Cheating(Aftermath); Mentions of anxiety and depression; Smut (Implied);
First of all - I have no idea HOW I hadn’t reblogged this post yet because I know that I read it
Anyway–better late than never!
I live and breathe for grown-girl talk! It’s so much more exciting than regular girl-talk It’s fun, honest, vulnerable, explicit, and comforting all at the same time. Really–it makes me miss my girlfriends so much!
Also, *starts to twiddle fingers* when this is over–maybe…at that point, Namjoon wouldn’t be an idol anymore…is there any way that we can get an epilogue of Namjoon and YN in those boots? Because…I’d personally like to read that–in great detail!
And just as fun and quirky as this story started–drinks and conversations are flowing, we’ve got sushi platters…and then record scratch–we’ve got a what. the. fuck!
How the hell did this whore get past all this security?? I smell inside job
Summary - You would never expect it really. He’s doting. He’s sweet. He’s hardworking. But he’s forgotten his morals. Suspecting it is one thing, but when he confirms it, will you stay or walk away.
So you’re just going to throw sexual tension all over the place, in midair as if you were dusting off a rug on the porch–and then walk back inside like it was nothing?
But seriously, I love when I get to read some great team banter! They’re always a bit of a challenge to write for me, personally but I love the approach here. You can feel the closeness of those who have worked together for years and those who haven’t quite assimilated to the team yet and trying to make their mark.
It’s a great balance between comfortable and professional–but it shows a deep level of trust there, which is vital especially when you’re in such a high-risk line of work.
Also, I feel as if Yoshi is the only one in the room completely unaware of his attraction to Kae-Lee His obliviousness is pretty endearing!
pairing: Soundcloud Rapper!Hoseok x f!reader genre(s): pwp, smut au(s): enemies to lovers, one night stand word count: 1.9k warnings: Dom!Hoseok, very bratty!reader, Hoseok is kind of a jerk, drinking, smoking, oral (f. receiving), fingering, spanking, degradation, edging, Hoseok is an ass man, hitting it from the back, unprotected sex, pull-out method (don’t do this pls), squirting, the ending is ???
rating:18+
summary: You bash rising celebrity rapper J-Hope at a party, only to have him turn up behind you and teach you a lesson.
a/n: hehe ok so I was supposed to be on hiatus but then i graduated and became a docta but then also managed to injure my eyes and end up in the ER the night before graduation so it’s been a weird, kind of uplifting week? Please just take this as it is lol, and if you liked the fic, please don’t be afraid to let me know what you think! thank you to both Mars @joheunsaram and Kris @lonelyhobi for helping me brainstorm the plot! Enjoy! <3
listen to: lemonade by gucci mane
Hoseok is out of it. He knows that for sure, knocking back another shot, feeling the bitter sting of alcohol travel down his throat. Everything around him melts into a haze – the splashing from the poolgoers, the pounding bass, the giggling of the two girls he’d just picked up at the bar. He takes another hit, offered by the pretty blonde on his right, and scrolls through Tiktok, a smirk pulling at his lips when he comes across another one of his songs in a dance challenge - scores of hotties shaking ass to his music. This was the life. Maybe he’d drop another single about tonight’s party.
Exhaling, the clouds of smoke escape his lips, carried away on the wind, nothing but the faintest of whispers. The faintest of whispers. Hoseok’s ears perk up, his attention piqued by something he hears across the pool, on the other side of the party. A gaggle of women, their laughter as bubbly as the champagne that’s been flowing the entire night. And in the center of it, a singular sullen face.
Ooohhh, Isi! I love this quick, hot take I didn’t expect to get attached when she woke up without him next to her. Would have loved to hear what his song was about, though.
