Babyhobi

We all need a little bottom Hoseok in our life!

[hobimoon]

No pairing, just self-indulging

Baby Hoseok

They’re BTS as a group and one weird concoction they received from a fan turned Hoseok to a child

He’s probably 3 years old

CHUBBY CHEEKS AND SOFT AND PLUMP AND HEAVENLY

EVERYONE LOVES HIM

HE LOVES THEM TOO. He’s confused but he is attached to everyone (aww)

They got in trouble with their manager and Bang-pd BUT HE’S SO CUTE AND THEY LOVE IT ANYWAYS

He doesn’t have any memories though

Gibberish talks and baby gurgling

Lowkey a problem because their comeback is nearing

They take him out anyways and buid memories and enjoy the moment because it’s not always you see a tiny Hoseok

Because no one knows how long Hoseok is in his child form, instead of buying him new clothes, they asked Bighit staffs for unused children clothes

Taehyung still bought him a bib because Hoseok is a messy eater

When he got his first wound (the dorm wasn’t quite as baby-proofed as they thought it was) IT WAS A MESS. Jimin probably shed few tears too because the hiccups and sobs are just heartbreaking

Seokjin carries him on his hip when he’s cooking, baby talking Hobi (“Does Hobi wanna taste? Yes? Okay here comes the airplane - aaaah. Good boy!” *cue little claps and giggles*)

HOBI AND YEONTAN PLAYING TOGETHER!

Morning kisses!!

Taehyung wakes up early and he brings Hoseok with him to wake the others up with morning kisses from Hoseok (“Okay Hobi, now off with our mission!”)

Namjoon not knowing how to carry Hobi but when they’re watching cartoons together, they place Hoseok on Namjoon’s lap

For someone hyper, Hoseok is a tame child. He doesn’t cry and only runs around when playing with Yeontan

Jungkook isn’t allowed to play videogames in the common room because Hoseok might not enjoy the gun sounds

Yoongi is in charge of putting Hoseok to his nap in the afternoon (“Hobi nap time.” “Nooo!” “Yeees.” “Wanna play.” “The play dough won’t be gone, I promise.” “But *yawns*” “*exaggerated yawning sounds* Me too I’m sleepy, see?” “But-”) Yoongi struggles but he’s alright

Jimin sleeps with Hoseok. They cuddle but sometimes when Jimin is just more tired than usual, he puts Hoseok to his own bed because he’s afraid he might squish Hoseok in his sleep

They love cartoons now and sometimes, you can hear a member humming the opening songs of the cartoons they’re watching when they’re too focused on something

Namjoon loves baby talking to Hobi and spoiling him. Taehyung and Jimin come next. Jungkook is an extreme one. Yoongi and Seokjin are the ones that reel the others away from spoiling the child rotten

One month passed before Hoseok poofed back into his normal age form. He doesn’t remember anything

Everyone cried

One day, during breakfast, Hoseok walked in still half-asleep and going around the dining table, he began kissing each of the members

There’s silence before Hoseok realized what he did and apologized, half confused and half shocked. The others are shocked too but they smiled, remembering the morning kisses from baby Hobi

Later, Taehyung finds the bib he bought hanged around one of Hoseok’s bed post

They carried on in their lives holding onto the memories of baby Hobi and treasuring more moments together

They don’t accept liquid gifts from fans anymore

[hobimoon]

this hoseok

with this yoongi

gang au:

Yoongi’s eyes darken as he watched the way the gun danced from Hoseok’s hands. The sun kissed skin maneuvered the gun with ease as if it belonged to Hoseok, as if it wasn’t a gun, rather it’s an extension of Hoseok’s power. Hoseok’s silence is terrifying as it is so beautiful; so malignant and dangerous that everyone in the room refused to make eye contact or dared to release a sound. Yoongi is fascinated.

Yoongi once described Hoseok as a conductor, a maestro in the danger they put their lives in. A bat of his hand and everyone follows; no questions thrown or disobedience portrayed, everyone willingly puts his order first before their own needs of survival. It creates a symphony of dead bodied bathed in their own betrayal, a cacophony of land boundaries, and a discord with those who disobey him. Yoongi grins.

“Round the others, we’re taking our territory back,” Hoseok finally says, breaks the silence but never the tension. After all, the tension is what keeps Triptych alive. The anger vivid in those eyes Yoongi has gazed into a million times shone with finality. Wang isn’t coming out alive.

“Copy,” someone mutters but Yoongi doesn’t bother knowing who it was or even looking at their dispersing members leaving Hoseok’s office because all he can see is the wild antipathy trapped in Hoseok’s eyes.

Yoongi stands, grinning as he walks closer to Hoseok and takes the gun from his beautiful hands. He croons as Hoseok turns to him and clutches onto Yoongi like he is his only lifeline. And Yoongi is, was for a long time.

“Hyung,” Hoseok starts but Yoongi hushes him, cards his fingers onto Hoseok’s beautiful hair. It used to be red but it has tamed down to orange and Yoongi doesn’t know which he liked better. Either ways, they were flames that crowned the sun – his sun.

“Shh baby,” he whispers, eyes faraway as he feels Hoseok’s body tremble against his. His other hand travels down Hoseok’s back, stopping at the dip and caresses what he knew hid their.

(He remembers the lust aflame in his soul as he brands Hoseok his own. The thrill of marking Hoseok with his name permanently, carving him himself. The intimacy between their yearning bodies sealed with a thrust as Yoongi marvels at Hoseok’s beautiful skin dirtied with Yoongi.

Suga, it says, designed with intricate swirls and perfect curves. And Yoongi answers with a kiss.

Hoseok is his, finally.)

“It’s okay,” he continues, eyes wild in suppressed anger, “It’s okay, I’m here.”

And he is, will be forever. He will never let Hoseok dirty his hands again. If he has to kill ten thousand more to compensate for what Hoseok will never do again, then so be it. Yoongi will not let anyone taint his sun anymore or force Hoseok to taint himself. Yoongi vows this in the silence of the night.

(Later, in the news, someone unlucky got to take a picture of Yoongi’s wrath. His blonde hair matted with dried blood, tattoed arm raised to aim the pistol directly to the photographer. In his embrace was Hoseok, a beautiful angel with no hint of blood on him. Wang’s body laid limp by their feet, his gang dispersed like ants being hunted down by Triptych.

“The Angel’s Guard Dog,” the headline states. Yoongi couldn’t agree more.)

[justbeingbrookee]

Vhope, really did that IM-

[otpyoonseokftw-deactivated20210]

fUCKIGNG NTHRIVE 

[hobimoon]

6! x Jin perhaps owo

Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

Seokjin’s eyes dilate as he watched Hoseok, the boy trembling in front of the older man. The black sweater of Seokjin flows heavenly down Hoseok’s body, showcasing the perfect amount of tan skin and robust thighs and so delicious and just so delicate. Seokjin finds it so erotic to be fully clothed, all his ironed suit and tie while Hoseok sports nothing but Seokjin’s extremely loose sweater.

Seokjin parts his legs open, smirking as Hoseok follows the movement with his eyes, bottom lip trapped between his alabaster teeth. The older man pats his thighs twice and Hoseok scrambles towards him, face burrowing in the crook of Seokjin’s neck, arms pulling the older man closer. Seokjin encircles Hoseok’s waist with his own arms, tugging the boy closer, inhaling the scent of Hoseok’s youth.

“Hyung, I’m sorry,” Hoseok says, voice soft and scared and Seokjin feels his chest rumble as he croons, his left hand raising to pet Hoseok’s black hair, the ebony so beautiful against Seokjin’s pale skin. Seokjin cooes at the boy, letting the younger sag in relief before his hold tightens and pulls Hoseok from his neck to glare at the wide eyes of Hoseok.

“You don’t even know what you’re sorry for,” Seokjin growls, lips forming a sneer as Hoseok whimpers. “You don’t even know why hyung is mad. Are you just saying empty apologies, Seok-ah?”

Hoseok shakes his head, hissing at Seokjin’s unrelenting grip. “I’m sorry hyung, I’m sorry. I promise I’m sorry,” Hoseok whispers, hands fisting Seokjin’s suit jacket.

Seokjin tuts, shaking his head as he released Hoseok’s hair. “Get up,” he says. “Get. Up,” he growls when Hoseok doesn’t follow.

Hoseok slides away from Seokjin’s lap and beside him, Seokjin’s sweater hiking higher from those tan legs Seokjin loves marking. The purple bruises are fading and Seokjin reminds himself to add more. To mark the boy as his, to use Hoseok for his liking – to love him.

“Hyung?” Hoseok asks, voice quiet but as Seokjin gazes into his eyes, his own dark orbs asking a question Hoseok answers with warmth and understanding, no hesitation or whatsoever. Seokjin smiles, breaks their trance, chastes a kiss on Hoseok’s lips before pulling back and gone was his kindness.

Tonight, Seokjin doesn’t relent. Tonight, as Hoseok cries on the bed and Seokjin continues the torture, tonight his love is a little rougher and a little angrier but Hoseok accepts.

And when the morning comes, when Seokjin stays laying, silently watching as Hoseok rises from the bed, a smile on his face as he trails his fingers on his new bruises – a giggle as he maps out Seokjin’s dominance, a chaste kiss on the rope burns on his wrists, a wistful sigh on the hickeys on his thighs – Seokjin knows that Hoseok loves him for what he is and for what he becomes.

[hobimoon]

Hoseok: There’s a huge sale right now.

Yoongi: Oh where is it?

Hoseok: In my room, clothes are 100% off.

Yoongi, tripping as he tries to pull both of them in said room: Is that right?

[hobimoon]

Jungkook paused drinking as gunshots rang from the dancefloor, screaming voices of panicked guests muffled the next shot before he continues sipping his drink. Namjoon sighed from beside him and he looked at the older man, questioning.

“Someone probably groped Hoseok. Again,” Namjoon mumbled, pouring another shot in his glass. Seokjin snickered beside Namjoon and Namjoon grumbled in answer.

“You would never think Hoseok-hyung is the leader of this fucked up play-gang,” Jimin added, running his fingers on Taehyung’s hair who was busily tapping on his phone.

“Gang?” Seokjin gasped, faux insulted, “We’re a little classier than cat fights, Jimin-ah.”

“Besides that, it really isn’t surprising,” Jungkook finally contributed and he shivered a little as everyone turned to look at him now, even Taehyung stopped tapping on his phone. “Between the two of them, it’s obvious who is in charge,” he continued.

“Well, in bed it’s Yoongi-hyung, that’s for sure. I mean, I am still pretty traumatized from hearing whatever play they do inside Hoseokie-hyung’s room,” Taehyung quipped.

“Ditto. But in reality? It is Hoseok who has big bad meanie Yoongi wrapped around his pretty little pinky,” Seokjin added, nodding at nothing.

The roar of the gun stopped and by the lack of screams, the people have evacuated from the club. From downstairs, Jungkook could clearly hear Hoseok’s little giggles and Yoongi’s growling.

Jungkook tipped his glass and downed the rest of his drink. He guessed they probably would not like what they would hear from Hoseok’s room again.