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And In The End

PAIRING: Jaehyun/Reader

GENRE: Greek!AU + angst +fluff

WORD COUNT: 6.2K

SUMMARY: "My heart shall wither away with you.”

Authors note: S/O to everyone I left waiting for this series to FUCKINGGGGG STAAARRRTTTTT. I’m sorry. I suck, no excuse. But ooowweeeee look at that. I’m not sure when the others will be done but I do have other NCT/Seventeen Aus in the works. I’ll probably release a new AU in a few days, depending on how inspired I feel. Anyways, enjoy this???!!! Or don’t, I won’t force you, just don’t hate me pls lol

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[3:58pm]: Jaehyun would never put on his tie right so that he can use it as an excuse for you to come close and straighten it for him. And as you do so, he plants a quick kiss on your temple.

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For the three sentences thing, Hoseok and travelling, thanks~ ^^

when you’re merely a step or ten away, hoseok swings by and plants a kiss in your hair, murmuring a soft i love you.

when you’re fourteen hours away, he calls up and makes sure you hear him loud and clear as he confesses i miss you, i love you.

when you’re with him in a foreign country, hand in hand, he briefly stops to tie your shoelaces, rises back up to receive a kiss from you before you whisper, thank you, i love you.

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064; military!hoseok

“It’s two sugars, right?” (064)

It wasn’t unusual for Hoseok’s parents to call you over for a meal, specifically dinner (and you have to pledge to agree when she makes some of the best dishes ever). So you’re dolling up, borderline between fancy and casual and it’s to the point where you’re so comfortable with his family, it doesn’t really matter. It’s the company that plays the important role here and you’re grateful that his parents don’t come between your relationship. They take care of you as well, inviting you over almost every other week because Hoseok went into military service a while ago and it can get quite lonely some time. It doesn’t help that he took an extension to his admission, something about wanting to do more for his country and you understand but it doesn’t mean you’re enjoying it.

But here you are, pulling up by the driveway and you’re taking up the parking space before getting down from the car. Beeping your car doors locked, you walk up to the front door where Hoseok’s mother opens the door, his father lazily greeting you from the sofa not too far from the entrance. “Hey, dearie,” She grins, offering you a warm hug and you relish in the touch of a mother, loving how when she hugs, she hugs and this is where Hoseok gets his antics from (not that you’re complaining). She invites you in and you give his sister a light hug as well before settling down on the sofa next to his father when he beckons you over. Whenever you’re here, he has someone to talk about whatever he likes since he finds you actually listen to him (his mother and sister gets bored easily, much like Hoseok).

However, in the midst of him chatting about the current weather nowadays and how horrendous it is, Hoseok’s mother takes the chance to ask, “Honey! Would you like some tea?”

Her husband answers, “Nope, I’m good!”

Her retort comes in, “Not you!”

Gawking, he feigns hurt but he chuckles at you, motioning you to answer her with his eyes and you reply, “Some tea would be nice!”

Then Hoseok’s father takes his cue to continue talking and you give your reply, ever so nicely getting immersed into the conversation but a few minutes later when someone appears with your cup of tea, Hoseok’s father shuts his mouth when you’re gaping over his shoulder.

“If my memory doesn’t fail me, it’s two sugars, right?”

He sets the tea down onto the coffee table in front of you.

And by he, it’s Hoseok. The same one you sent off at the airport two years ago, more or less. The one you thought you wouldn’t see until a few months later but he’s right in front of you now. Clad in casual clothing of that black shirt you know does him justice and a pair of jeans. He looks slightly more built than before and you gasp when he approaches you. Not having the chance to say anything apart from that, he only frowns when the tears gather in your eyes and he hushes you before you can cry, “D-Don’t cry…”

He expects you to hug him first, or at least call out his name but all you do is—“Asshole! You freaking jerk!”

He may have done his time in the military but he’s still your little boy.

He lets out a scream when you tackle him on the floor, straddling him and hitting him wherever your hands can reach. It rings laughter to the whole household and Hoseok’s father has never seen his son so happy before despite getting whacked left and right. Hoseok lets you have your time to vent, still hitting him but it’s not too hard to bruise but it does wear you out when your attacks grow weak and he takes the time to lunge forward, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you tight to control your cries that threaten to sound.

He strokes your head down to your back, over and over again like a silent mantra that soothes your rapidly beating heart. It doesn’t stop you completely as to the tears that seep into his shirt and you bury your face in his neck as you shake terribly. He’s tight with his grip around your waist, keeping you close and it’s another heartwarming sight when you manage to croak, “You’re so going to get it when we get home, you stupid, lovable person…”

He chuckles and it’s one of the most beautiful things ever. He looks over his shoulder to see his mother smiling, sister capturing photos and possibly a video on snapchat while his father leans back on the sofa with heart eyes. Hoseok goes back to comforting you, kissing the side of your head as he murmurs, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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"Can't you listen to me"-jung hoseok

“y/n,” the cupboards open.

“y/n please,” the cupboards close.

“please listen to me,” a wine bottle, a glass.

“can’t you listen to me?” red spilled over on the white marble, terrible hand coordination, tight arms embracing you and the almost shattering of the glass that would’ve met with the floor if it wasn’t for his quick move to set it aside, away from you. a retaliation gets stuck in your throat, you refuse by thrashing in his arms but it’s too hard. you’re already so weak, tired, the tears trickling down and hoseok’s tugging you away.

hoseok mutes out any words of no, rejects the words of hate, absorbs the hurt swimming in your eyes as he tries to stop them with his fingertips, even when he’s the one that caused them in the first place. it’s hard to look at you when you’re sad, it’s harder to look at you when you’re crying, it’s the hardest when it’s two combined, topped off with his guilt biting at the back of his neck, bite after bite as a reminder of his poisonous words that have seeped into your system faster than the alcohol.

“i’m so sorry,” hoseok follows your lead down to the floor, to which he cradles you in his arms, resting his face in your neck when you have yours buried in his chest, “i didn’t mean any of it. i never did, i’m sorry,” he tightens his hold, so close to giving up on restraining you but then your hands… they gingerly travel around his torso and wrap around him, squeezing him tight as a reminder that - “you’re such a jerk. a stupid, stupid jerk,”

“i know i am,” he rasps, closing his eyes, feeling your heartbeat matching his as you relax in his hold, “i know.”

you sniff against his shirt, and fuck he smells good but you still - “i haven’t forgiven you yet,” you manage to say past your tears and tight grip, “you’re not going to be forgiven that easily…”

“never thought of it,” he murmurs, stroking your head, down to your back and his hand continuously does that over and over against as you rest against him, “i’ll work for it.”

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hoseok; take me home

❝when you come to hoseok unannounced, he’ll willingly let you take him home with you ►683 words // mini scenario, mafia!hoseok a.k.a wtf am i doing © (photo credit) ♡ for the babe @yoongihime who apparently has hobi as a bias wrecker *inserts evil laugh here*

Hoseok was generally a busy kind of man.

When saying this, the image of a man in a suit would come along, secretaries on the side with a clipboard chasing him for an answer whether a meeting would take place or not, gathering together with clients to go through certain procedures to expand businesses - well… yes, and no?

Hoseok was everything applied to the above except, not legally. Or at least, not pleasant to the eye of the public or let’s just say there are times where there’s beef against the authorities, the higher hands, the ones with the badge and the gun who could easily try to find fault with him and his men.

Hoseok was a mafia kind of man.

But it didn’t deter you to how much you love him or how you treated him. Because at four in the morning with nothing but a loose hoodie (bra underneath, of course; you know better than to come to his HQ without proper undergarments - if he wants to take them off that’s another story but-) and sweatpants; phone and purse in the connecting pockets with slippers for comfort, you’re knocking on the mahogany door.

A raspy come in is voiced out before you twist the doorknob open and you nudge it through, so you can step past the gap before you sleepily close the door and when it clicks, Hoseok looks up from his paperwork only to - “Y/N, what’re you doing here?”

All you do is turn around and drag yourself over to him, removing your phone and purse in the process to place it by the corner of the table before you stand by his side. With a small huff of his Hobi… he gives in and turns his chair, spinning it to your direction where his lap is offered and you climb on top. Tired arms sling around his neck, your thighs casing his in and the feeling of home overwhelms him as a whole when you settling your head against his shoulder with a sigh.

He smiles, past the stress and work wearing him down, you appearing in such an odd timing nearing the beginning of a new day, in clothing made to impress no one but takes his breath away all the time, Hoseok smiles. His arms naturally slips around you to hold you close and he kisses the side of your head, to which you purr in delight, sinking in his embrace of everlasting love that could never dry out.

He idly strokes the lower of your back before using his other hand to run his fingers through your hair, murmuring after, “Couldn’t sleep?”

“…you weren’t there,” You confess, meekly. Peeking up to him, he angles his eyes, tipping his chin, just to look at you properly as you finish your sentence, “And I missed you…”

With a heavy sigh, he simply leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, which automatically makes you feel warm all over with the butterflies gentling your skin with such tender care that brings a smile to your face - blush painting your cheeks, eyes forming a shape out of content when they close with a sheepish chuckle.

“So are you here to take me home, hm?” He cups your chin, brushing his thumb over your skin and your eyes remain close, smiling as ever, “Only if you let me,”

He contemplates for a second, noting his work that’s somewhat overdue in certain cases but finds that it can be done and settle with later the next day so he drops his hand to your lap, to which his other taps in a curved line against your hip with a grin, “Take me home then, love,”

Hoseok finds it impossible to not smile when you start to giggle, wrapping your arms around him and lunging forward to press your head to the side of his with a mumble of mine… and ultimately, it seems like he’s the one who has to take you home - not the other way around.

But he doesn’t have complains about it.

Neither do you.

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10, 8, 24 for hoseok pls! if you are still doing them... *hides*

eight_a first kiss + ten_a shy kiss + twenty-four_slow dancing

hoseok was a lot of things.

and one of those was being romantic without thinking he’s actually being romantic but he is, in actual fact, aiming to be just that (even at times you wouldn’t quite expect).

indeed, he always had his way with being amazingly sweet, being able to sweep you off your feet with the littlest of gestures that made your heart swoon over the moon and back down to earth again just so he could do it again.

hoseok was everything to you.

which is why being here out in the open with him when the sun barely just went down, as if its giving you two privacy in hues of orange with a mix of purple before the horizon replaces it with a darker shade that pulls a midnight blue as a playground for stars, this is something you’d pay for a painting.

his arms are around you loosely, keeping you close and not too far away as a soft song plays through the best capability of a phone speaker resting on the floor by the door. the whole time you can’t think of a time that’ll ever top this memory, especially when it’s happening, with hoseok looking at you like you’re the only thing that ever mattered to him.

in fact, it is.

what matters more is how he gently cups your chin in the middle of your feet moving together in a slow pace. his delicacy sends the shivers down your bones but roots you there when he leans in, with a question: can i kiss you?

in a reply, a smile, the mere twinkle in your eyes that grants a green light, solidified with a nod, hoseok leans in to press a kiss on your lips for the first time. and a couple more after that because he’s greedy and he does it in such a way that makes your heart flutter when he pauses in between, as if he’s trying to let it sink in but the fact that it doesn’t and he does it again and again makes you smile so hard, hoseok kisses your cheeks next because he knows how much it hurts when you smile too hard at the one you love.

“can i kiss you again?” he asks, chuckling when you roll your eyes.

“boy, you better. now get down here.”