summary: maybe a little weed and a lot of jung hoseok is exactly what you need to mend your broken heart.
pairing: hoseok/reader
word count: 5k+
genre: fluff, angst, smut, college!au, stoner!au, friends to lovers
warnings: angst, drug use (weed), mild smut, dirty talk, praise kink
a/n: i’ve been sitting on this for a LONG time and ultimately decided to just make it two parts since my dumb ass doesn’t know how to STOP.
“I’m too sober for this.” You muttered the moment you walked into the frat house, easily bypassing the long line of underclassman clad in their skin-tight dresses and six-inch heels, a stark contrast to your sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. They had glared at you when the designated ‘bouncer’ ushered you in with a welcoming smile and a clap on the back. You didn’t even want to be at the stupid frat party in the first place, but your roommate had threatened to stop rolling your blunts, which wouldn’t have been a problem if said roommate hadn’t been privy to the information that your bowl was broken and you were helpless at rolling.
He was more conniving than he let on.
It was almost funny how your initial scan of the packed common room revealed the exact reason why you would have rather swallowed seventeen razors than come to the stupid party. Your now ex-boyfriend was practically fucking some underclassman in the middle of the room. Fan-fucking-tastic. You wished you could say it didn’t hurt, didn’t sting like hell, didn’t make you feel ugly, and worthless, and a million other negative descriptive words. It had only been three weeks since you ended your three-year relationship. Good to know he was equally as heartbroken as you. Then again, he had been fucking other girls for a while anyway.
A part of you had almost wished you had dressed up a little, put some effort into your appearance to show him what he was missing, but the bigger, lazier part of you was content in your attire. Besides, you weren’t there to get laid, you were there to get fucked up, and that didn’t require spanx.
It was easy to navigate your way around the frat house, knowing the layout like the back of your hand since you were a frequent visitor. Some of your closest friends were members.
“Noona!” Jungkook cheered when he spotted your approaching from his spot manning the keg, a freshman job. He broke away to pull you into a bone-crushing hug and you couldn’t help but grin at the other boy. You’d only known him for a few months, but he quickly grew on you with his big doe eyes and boyish charm. He was going to be a heartbreaker once he got the swing of college life, that was something you were certain about. In his current state of naivety though? He was harmless.
“Hey Kookie, I needed to be drunk thirty minutes ago, can you help a poor girl out?” He immediately nodded and disappeared for a second before returning with a suspicious-looking concoction.
“This will do the trick.” He grinned mischievously and the logical part of your brain was screaming that drinking the strange drink was a horrible idea, but the other part of your brain kept replaying your ex dancing with that girl and before you knew it, you were chugging the drink like you were dehydrated. Jungkook watched in wide-eyed amazement as you swallowed the last bit and took a deep breath. “Damn, Noona.”
“Thanks, Kookie.” You said with a slight grimace, the aftertaste of the drink leaving much to be desired. “Have you seen Hobi around?”
“Hyung was in the living room last time I saw him.” The younger boy supplied and you grinned before reaching up at placing a kiss on his cheek. You were startled when his arms encircled your waist, preventing you from moving away as you had intended.
“Kookie?” You questioned, confused about his actions, not that you entirely hated them. Jungkook was one of the hottest guys you had ever seen, but he was two years younger than you and that wasn’t your thing.
He lowered his head to where his mouth was right next to your ear and you felt your heart rate increase. Chills spread across your body as his hot breath ghosted along the shell of your ear. “Why don’t you stay with me, noona?”
You snickered and the spell was immediately broken. Jungkook was pouting when you pulled back, looking like a petulant child. “You’re learning quick Kookie, but not quick enough if that’s the best you got.”
“You’re mean, noona.” He grumbled and you blew him a kiss before turning and strolling into the living room, set on finding your friend. If anyone could make your night less shitty, you knew it would be Hoseok and his inexplicably bright personality. He never failed to put a smile on your face and you were in desperate need of one of those.
The boy was right where Jungkook said he’d be, lounging on the couch, a girl sitting on either side of his relaxed form. The sight didn’t surprise you. Hoseok was hands down one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on, and you weren’t blind to his fuckboy tendencies, not that he had ever tried anything with you. A part of you wanted to be offended, but to his credit, you had been in a committed relationship and Hoseok obviously didn’t like complicated.
You were about to turn and leave Hoseok to what would no doubt be a memorable threesome when your eyes landed on the source of your shitty mood. He was already looking at you and you felt your blood boil at the smirk that was splayed across his features. What an asshole. It was like your drunken body moved on its own because the next thing you knew you were plopping yourself right into Hoseok’s lap, knowing damn well your ex’s eyes were still on you.
“Hey baby girl,” He greeted lazily, only the slightest bit surprised by your sudden appearance. The two girls next to him looked blatantly annoyed at the intrusion and how Hoseok’s attention was now focused solely on you, but you could not have possibly cared less. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”
“Jimin forced me to, threatened to stop rolling my blunts.” You pouted, winding your arms around his neck and leaning against his chest. Your words were starting to come out slurred and your mind was feeling more than a little hazy. Junkook’s drink was really hitting.
Hoseok laughed -a loud, bright sound-, and you giggled along with him. “I’m glad you came, haven’t seen much of you this past month.”
“Too busy nursing my broken heart.” You said sarcastically -though that didn’t make it any less true-, taking comfort in the way that your friend's arms had circled around your waist and one of his hands was tracing patterns against your hip.
Hoseok was always a touchy-feely person, something that had caused discord in your previous relationship. Your ex insisted that Hoseok had ill intentions towards you and you insisted that he was being jealous for no reason, that if you were doing the same thing with a girl he wouldn’t bat an eye. Still, you had reeled back your displays of affection for your friend and let him know that he was being too handsy, all in an effort to make your boyfriend happy, all the while he had a plethora of other girls making him more than happy.
“My poor baby,” He cooed in your ear and you snuggled deeper into his chest, reveling in the warmth his hold provided, oblivious to the way he was staring at a fixed point over your shoulder, that fixed point being your fuming ex-boyfriend. Hoseok looked akin to the cat who ate the canary, making a show of placing featherlight touches across your body. “C’mon, wanna go smoke in my room? You won’t have to roll any blunts.”
His voice was teasing and you immediately shot up, a drunken grin on your face. You were never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when the gift was good weed.
It was quiet in Hoseok’s room, the only sound being the muffled noise from the party raging downstairs and the deep inhales as the blunt was passed back and forth. The two of you had situated yourselves sitting against his headboard, shoulders pressed together and Hoseok’s right arm draped over your shoulders. His right hand was dangling dangerously close to your chest, but you were too inebriated to pay attention to anything really.
“I can’t feel my teeth.” You mumbled slowly and he immediately burst into giggles. The high had hit you about five minutes ago and your whole body felt like it was floating. Hoseok had a higher tolerance than you, so there was no way he was at your level yet. The very small, very sober part of your brain reminded you of that tidbit, if only to try and keep you from making a complete fool of yourself.
“Do you normally feel your teeth?”
You slowly tilted your head to the side, eyes squinted as you tried to remember. Did you normally feel your teeth? “I dunno.”
With a sigh, you let your head rest on Hoseok’s shoulder, refusing the blunt when he tried to pass it to you again. You were high enough and well aware of your limits. Always the responsible one.
“You smell good.” You murmured, burying your face into the side of his hoodie. He always smelled good, but that was a thought you had never been able to voice before, lest your boyfriend get jealous.
“Thanks,” He laughed.
“Sorry for taking you away from those girls. You could probably be having a threesome right now.” You apologized, voice muffled due to your face still being pressed against his side.
“Definitely could be having a threesome right now,” He corrected with a laugh. “But I like this better.”
Hoseok was warm and being near him felt so right that the only conscious though your brain had was that you had to be closer to him. Slowly, and clumsily, you shifted until you were straddling his lap, a triumphant grin on your face at the accomplishment.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” He asked with a lazy grin, eyes squinted due to the high. You couldn’t help but think about how endearing he looked.
“Wanna be close to you.” You admitted, something you never would have done if you didn’t have a dangerous mixture of alcohol and weed coursing through you. Hoseok nodded once like the answer made perfect sense before putting out the blunt and loosely wrapping his arms around your waist. It was intimate, too intimate for friends, but all you could focus on was how nice it felt. You were an affectionate person when you were inebriated.
The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, Hoseok admiring how pretty you looked with that dopey grin on your face before your gaze wandered to his lips. The very small, very sober part of your brain was making an appearance again, this time screaming at you. It was a bad idea, a very bad idea. Hoseok was your friend and you’d just gotten out of a three-year relationship, but the larger, inebriated part of your brain just wanted to know what he tasted like, if he was really as good of a kisser as everyone said he was. Then there was also the part of you that just wanted to forget about your ex, that wanted to feel wanted again.
“What are you staring at?” He asked softly and you were entranced by how plush his lips looked when they moved.
“Your lips.” You answered immediately, your brain to mouth filter having been shut down halfway through the blunt.
“Oh.”
You wanted to kiss him so bad. It was an all-consuming want, but even high you were still too shy to make the first move. As hard as it was, you peeled your eyes away from Hoseok’s lips and brought them back up to meet his gaze, or so you thought. His eyes were also cast downwards, and you tilted your head in confusion.
“What are you looking at?”
“Your lips.” He answered just as quickly as and nonchalantly as you had, and your breath caught in your throat. Almost as if on reflex your tongue darted out and swiped across your bottom lip, causing Hoseok’s gaze to darken.
“Oh.”
Hoseok’s head tilted upwards until his eyes met yours and your heart stuttered. How had you not noticed how attractive he was before. Yeah, you knew he was attractive, but there was something different about it now. It was blatantly obvious that you had never looked at him before, not really, not like this. This Hoseok wasn’t the Hoseok that you had been friends with for seven months, who was looking at you like he wanted to eat you whole and knew that you would let him. This Hoseok was making your heart race and your body fill with need. This was the Hoseok that all the other girls saw.
Before the logical part of your brain could talk you out of it you were leaning forward, oblivious to the way your friend's body tensed as you clumsily pressed your lips to his. You were always too shy to make the first move; you were more fucked up than you realized. Not too fucked up to realize that Hoseok was worryingly still as you kissed him though. Embarrassment flooded through you and you were pulling back, an apology already on your lips when he moved, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you back towards him.
He was a good kisser. That was the only thought you could comprehend while his lips were moving against yours, a testament to just how good of a kisser he was. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his, causing Hoseok to grin against your lips.
Almost unconsciously, you pressed down into his lap and gasped when you felt the bulge in his sweatpants. The second time was very deliberate and Hoseok hissed against your mouth before bringing his hands to your hips in a grip so tight you could already see the bruises you would have tomorrow.
“You’re very inebriated right now Y/N, this isn’t a good idea.” He said, though his voice was strained, and you whined.
“Just a little drunk, and a little high.” You protested before giggling.
“Exactly.”
Hurt flashed through you at the apparent rejection. Were you not good enough for Hoseok? Not pretty enough? You knew you were far from the most attractive girl on the planet with your love handles and crooked teeth, but Hoseok fucked just about anything with two legs and a heartbeat. Were you really that bad? “Do you not want me?”
Hoseok gulped, heart aching at the pain he saw in your eyes. Of course, he wanted you. He’d wanted you since the first time he met you and you smiled up at him with those doe-like eyes and sinfully plush lips. He’d wanted you every time you pressed your body against his and innocently pouted at him, completely ignorant to the effect you had on him. However, Hoseok was a man with morals and you were in a relationship. Which, if he was being honest with himself, he couldn’t have fucking cared less about the fact that you were in a relationship, but you were loyal and he respected that.
Finally, you were single and he was free to make his move, something he fully planned on doing, but not when you were fresh out of a nasty breakup and so fucked up that he was positive you couldn’t walk. He knew what you were doing, knew you were only acting like this because you were hurting and you just wanted to feel something other than that hurt. Normally, Hoseok had no problem with being a rebound fuck, but he knew you and he didn’t want to do anything that you would regret in the morning when you were sober.
“Baby girl, you can feel just how badly I want you, but when I fuck you for the first time, you’re going to be completely sober so you remember every second of it.” His words went straight to your core and you whined.
“Want you so bad Hobi. Please.”
Hoseok groaned. “Fuck Y/N, you’re making it hard to do the right thing here.”
You pressed your body against his, placing messy kisses against his neck. “Don’t want you to do the right thing. Just want to feel good.”
If a single one of your brain cells were functioning correctly, you would have felt embarrassed for how strongly you were coming on. The way you were literally begging Hoseok to fuck you, but your brain cells were showing no sign of intelligent activity. Something punctuated by the fact that you once again grinded down on his prominent erection, eliciting a moan from both of you.
“God, you really are dirtier than you let on.” He smirked. “Fine, we’ll have it your way. I’m not fucking you though, not now, not yet, not until we’re both sober.”
His words went straight to your core and you whined at his dark promise. “What are we doing then?”
The dark look in Hoseok’s eyes sent shivers down your spine. “You’re going to get yourself off right here in my lap.”
That caused some of your brain cells to wake up and a blush to coat your cheeks. Sure you had literally just been grinding on his lap seven seconds ago, but that was a tactic to try and get him to fuck you.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy now.” He teased, finding great pleasure in the way you had suddenly reverted back to the woman he knew. “We can always just call it quits right here and wait until you’re sober.”
That was enough to snap you out of your sudden bout of self-consciousness and you unceremoniously smashed your lips against his before grinding down. Hoseok grinned against your lips before sliding his hands under your shirt and cupping your breasts.
“No bra?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Uncomfortable.” Was your one-word answer before shuddering as his thumbs brushed over your already erect nipples. Hoseok roughly pushed up your shirt, giving himself a full view of your bare chest. You faltered in your grinding, unable to combat the feelings of self-consciousness about your soft midsection, the polar opposite of most people that Hoseok bedded, the polar opposite of the girls your ex cheated on your with. As if reading your mind, he wasted no time in ducking his head to take one of your nipples in his mouth, leaving your mind blissfully blank.
With a renewed sense of vigor, you continued grinding down on Hoseok’s erection, chasing the orgasm that you knew was tantalizingly close.
“Are you going to cum for me? Look at you, all fucked out just from grinding on my cock. Just imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m inside of you, stretching you out with my thick cock. Do you want that, baby? Want me to fuck you good and hard?” The onslaught of Hoseok’s dirty talk was unexpected, but not unwelcome.
“Yes,” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body up against his as you felt your orgasm growing close.
“You’re such a good girl for me. My good girl. My good little slut, aren’t you?” Hoseok’s breath was hot against your ear and you whined. How he managed to pick up on your praise kink already was beyond you, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Shit, I’m going to cum.” You gasped seconds before you pushed yourself over the edge. Hoseok harshly gripped your hips, forcing you to continue grinding on him. You whined, still sensitive from your orgasm, but Hoseok shushed you with a kiss.
“C’mon baby, I know you can give me one more. Be a good girl for me.” Your legs were shaking as you continued to press down on his bulge, this time with his help. “You’re amazing Y/N, the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
You were panting, fatigue beginning to set in, but you were determined to give Hoseok what he wanted. The second orgasm came much quicker than the first and Hoseok pressed his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, all tongue and no technique, but still fantastic.
Orgasm number two hit you and you cried out against Hoseok’s mouth, but he still didn’t relent. It wasn’t until a few seconds later when he let out a throaty moan that his grip on your hips loosened and you relaxed in his lap, both of you breathing heavy.
It was in the next few minutes of post-orgasm bliss that your brain cells seemed to raise from the dead and a cold sense of clarity washed over you. Still wrapped up in his own post-orgasm bliss, Hoseok was uncharacteristically oblivious to your internal turmoil as he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
The kiss was akin to being doused with a bucket of cold water and you scrambled off of his lap in horror.
“(y/n, wait,” Hoseok said as he realized what was about to happen.
“I have to go.” You managed to choke out, almost tripping in your urgency to get to your feet and dash out of Hoseok’s room.
“Wait. Baby. Shit.” He cursed, as your darted out of his room and he stood to follow you, feeling the reminder of what just happened sliding down his legs. It wasn’t like he could chase after you with cum dripping down his legs. “Fuck.”
You were in a panic as you frantically ran around the still crowded frat house, searching out your roommate and designated driver for the night. Some higher being really seemed keen on punishing your for something, because instead of running into your best friend, you ran into the one person in the godforsaken frat house that you were desperately trying to avoid.
“Whoa, is this your plan to get revenge? Take me out by running me over?” Jackson, your ex-boyfriend, asked snidely and you watched in horror as he took in your fucked out appearance, as he put two and two together in his pea-sized brain. He barked out a sharp laugh. “You fucked him didn’t you?”
“Can you get out of my fucking way, asshole?”
He just continued to laugh. “Oh that’s fucking rich. You did, you fucked him. I knew you would spread your legs for him eventually. What’s wrong? Did he kick you out the minute he was done with you? Or did he come to his senses mid-fuck?”
You hated that his words were having any effect on you. How had you wasted three years on such a piece of shit?
“How about you go fuck another freshman Jackson? You know they’re the only ones who’ll fuck you because they don’t know you’re sporting a three-incher yet.” Your best friend said venomously, appearing at your side in an instant.
“At least I’m not a faggot,” Jackson replied angrily and you grabbed Jimin’s hand in yours, roughly pulling him in the direction of the door before the situation could escalate.
“Whoa, where’s the fire hot-stuff? You know someone like Jackson calling me a faggot isn’t going to set me off.” He said lightly but you were just focused on leaving, getting home, taking a hot shower and going to sleep so you could forget about everything that happened tonight. Jimin, however, wasn’t having the silent treatment and brought your mad dash to a halt the minute the two of you were outside of the frat house.
“Jimin, please. I just want to go home.” You pleaded, turning to face your pink-haired friend and seeing him examine you in the same way Jackson did, coming to the same conclusion. He wanted details, you could see it in his face, but he could see the desperation in yours and just nodded before wrapping an arm around your shoulders before guiding you to his car.
“We’re going to talk about this later, you know that right?”
“I know.” You replied softly, slipping into the passenger seat and resting your head against the window.
He didn’t press the issue the short ride back to your shared apartment. He didn’t press the issue when you immediately claimed the bathroom. He didn’t press the issue when you wordlessly grabbed your weed and silently asked him to roll you a blunt. It wasn’t until you’d taken a long drag that he finally fixed you with a look that said ‘talk or I’m going to lose my mind.’
“I,” you started, pausing to take another drag. “Am an idiot.”
“Okay, but that’s old news.” Jimin immediately responded and you rolled your eyes.
“Thanks.”
“You’re stalling, trying to come up with a way to make whatever happened a joke so you can cope with it.” You sighed before leaning back on the couch. The cons of being best friends with a psych major.
“We didn’t fuck,” you prefaced and immediately saw Jimin’s face light up. “Why do you look like a kid on Christmas? I just said we didn’t fuck.”
“But you did something!”
“And therein lies the problem.” You cringed.
“Why is it a problem? Hoseok is hot! And completely head over heels for you!”
Jimin chose the wrong moment to make that statement because you had just finished a drag of the blunt in your hand, causing you to immediately start choking. It took three minutes for you to get the coughing under control, and you shot your friend a dark look. ‘What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Oh please, you’re telling me you haven’t noticed that he drops other girls the minute you walk through the door?”
“That’s not true! When I found him tonight he was literally chatting up two girls, at the same time.” You protested and Jimin rolled his eyes.
“And what did he do the minute you walked up to him? Focused all of his attention on you? Drop the other girls like they were yesterday's twitter feed?”
“You can’t drop a twitter feed-”
“Don’t try and change the subject. Hoseok likes you, the two of you went to third base or something, then you ran away the minute you realized what was happening before the two of you could even talk about what happened. Am I close?”
You didn’t have a witty comeback for that one. “Hoseok isn’t the relationship type.”
Jimin scoffed. “He just isn’t the type to actively seek one out, which I get. People probably say I’m not the relationship type because I like to fuck around, but if I found someone that I had a connection with I’m not opposed to a relationship. I’m almost positive Hoseok is the same way. Now tell me what’s really bothering you about this.”
Damn psych major. “What if I’m not the relationship type?”
The question was barely louder than a whisper and for the millionth time, Jimin wanted to beat Jackson’s ass for making you think you deserved less than the entire world handed to you on a silver platter. “Baby, princess, sweetheart, look at me.”
It took everything in you to lift your head and meet your best friends soft gaze. “You are the relationship type. Just because Jackson turned out the be a giant asshole doesn’t mean you’re going to be alone forever, or that you’re not the relationship type. He wasn’t good enough for you.”
“He broke me Jimin. I hide behind the jokes and the false confidence but he broke me, and I just, I’m finally starting to feel like myself again, like I’m finally putting some of the pieces back together. I can’t give someone that power again, not now.”
Jimin gently cupped your face in his hands. “You don’t have to, but you do have to talk to Hoseok, because despite everything that happened, at the end of the day the two of you are friends and I know you care about him.”
“I know, I will.”
It took a week. A whole week before you pushed down your pride and marched back into the frat house, making a beeline for Hoseok’s room.
Everything in you screamed to leave. This was a conversation you didn’t want to have any part in. It had been a mistake to not smoke beforehand. You awkwardly raised your hand to knock on the door to the room that you had two orgasms in the other night when it swung open.
“Oh,” Hoseok said, eyes wide as he took in your presence. “Hey.”
“Uhh, hey.” You replied, trying -and failing- to keep your eyes from roaming his bare torso. It really should have been illegal for one man to look that good. God clearly had a favorite.
“Did you have a reason for showing up at my room this morning or did you come solely to stare at me? Because either way I’m not complaining, as long as I get to stare too of course.” That brought you back to reality and your eyes snapped up to his smiling face.
“I uhm, wanted to talk.”
“Come right on in.” He said easily, opening the door wider to allow you to enter. “So, what’s up?”
“We need to talk about what happened the other night.” You said immediately. Better to not beat around the bush.
“Oh you mean when you came twice in my lap then ran out and didn’t talk to me for a week?” Every part of your body seemed to cringe at the nonchalant way he said the exact thing you have been actively choosing to not think about.
“Yeah. That.”
“Okay cool.”
“It was a mistake.” You cringed again. “Okay that sounded mean and like it came straight out of a bad teen movie. I just mean, I had a good time, but we shouldn’t do it again because you’re my friend.”
“And what if I want to be more than friends?” He said it so casually, like he was asking if you wanted to get coffee later. It left you floundering. “I know I fuck around a lot, but it’s only because I had never found anyone I wanted to be in a relationship with, until you.”
“Hoseok,” you said painfully and he smiled softly.
“I know what a rejection sounds like, and it’s okay. I know you and Jackson only broke up like a month ago, and you’re probably not ready for a new relationship-”
“Hobi,” you interrupted. “Can you let me speak? Please?”
He immediately stopped talking and let you have the floor. “You’re right. I’m not ready for a new relationship, and I don’t know when I’ll be ready. You might have some romanticized idea that I’m going to get over him in a few weeks and come running into your arms but I can promise you that’s not going to happen.”
“I’m not expecting it to. Why do you think I didn’t push the subject this week? Why I left you alone to stew in all this until you were ready to come to me?” Hoseok took a seat on the edge of his bed. “I know you’re still hurting because of him, I wasn’t planning on approaching you for a few months but then you had other plans.”
Your cheeks burned at the mischievous smile on his face. “Hobi I don’t know if ‘a couple months’ will be long enough for me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to give myself to someone again.”
He gently reached out to grab your hands in his, pulling you towards him, close enough that your knees knocked against his. “I’m not asking you to give yourself to me, not now and not in a few months. The only thing I’m asking you to give me is a chance, whenever you’re ready. Nothing has to change until you’re ready, we can be the same old Y/N and Hoseok.”
joon really is the person everyone wants to fall in love with. he’s smart, with his “everything is amazing” sort of curiosity and book smartness. he’s dorky, with his ryan obsession and inherent clumsiness. he’s beautiful, all limbs and pretty lips. he’s sweet, taking the time to write beautiful responses to fans and being observant about his members. he’s talented, a literal lyrical genius and god tier rapper. and he’s just so so genuine, I’ve never doubted his sincerity for a moment and I bet neither have his members. he’s the person everyone should fall in love with, yet somehow he remains the most underrated
You were always right. It was something you prided yourself in, your ability to -almost- always see the bigger picture, make the logical conclusions, be realistic. Your friends came to you for advice, your coworkers came to you for direction, you always predicted the big plot twists that were right around the corner. You were simply, always right.
“I fucking knew it,” you whispered to yourself, finding no pleasure in the statement as you watched the mall security guard, Gerald, sink his teeth into Susan, one of your regulars. Gerald had always been so nice, he was like the designated grandpa of the mall, always having peppermints to hand out to some of the younger kids. He’d always slip one your way when he passed by though. Susan still had the stuffed chocolate chip cookie that she bought from you in her hands. She said she was just killing time before heading to her granddaughter’s dance recital.
You watched in absolute horror as Gerald tore chunks of flesh from her body, blood flying everywhere as the food court descended into complete chaos. Everyone had seen the news broadcasts, the posts on social media about the weird virus going around. Apparently, the CDC was calling it an evolved strain of the flu. You hadn’t thought twice about it, assuming it fell into the same category as West Nile and Ebola, something that people would panic about but would ultimately fade away. You had only been joking when you theorized that it would evolve into a zombie outbreak.
You were always right. It was something you prided yourself in, your ability to -almost- always see the bigger picture, make the logical conclusions, be realistic. Your friends came to you for advice, your coworkers came to you for direction, you always predicted the big plot twists that were right around the corner. You were simply, always right.
“I fucking knew it,” you whispered to yourself, finding no pleasure in the statement as you watched the mall security guard, Gerald, sink his teeth into Susan, one of your regulars. Gerald had always been so nice, he was like the designated grandpa of the mall, always having peppermints to hand out to some of the younger kids. He’d always slip one your way when he passed by though. Susan still had the stuffed chocolate chip cookie that she bought from you in her hands. She said she was just killing time before heading to her granddaughter’s dance recital.
You watched in absolute horror as Gerald tore chunks of flesh from her body, blood flying everywhere as the food court descended into complete chaos. Everyone had seen the news broadcasts, the posts on social media about the weird virus going around. Apparently, the CDC was calling it an evolved strain of the flu. You hadn’t thought twice about it, assuming it fell into the same category as West Nile and Ebola, something that people would panic about but would ultimately fade away. You had only been joking when you theorized that it would evolve into a zombie outbreak.
There were screams coming from every direction as people tried to escape, more and more people falling victim to the zombies. Fucking zombies. It was a stupid word, it sounded weird and looked weird when you read it. Whose bright idea was it to coin the term ‘zombie’ anyway? There had to be some reasoning behind it, maybe something about a Latin root, that seemed to be the case with most words-
“Y/N, why are you just standing there?! Come on!” A large hand clamped around your forearm, but it wasn’t enough to get you moving. Not when you were watching Susan slowly getting to her feet, missing an entire arm and large pieces of her torso.
“Isn’t zombie such as stupid word Kookie? Who was the power that decided that it was a good name because it’s not, it’s really not that scary of a word either.” Jungkook, your cute coworker at Great American Cookies, didn’t bother replying to your observation. Instead, he dragged you to the back of the store, manhandling you into the storage closet and locking the door. While you stood there, still in shock, he moved around the room with purpose, doing his best to barricade the door with boxes of icing. “Kookie?”
He stopped when you called out to him, turning towards you and wiping the sweat from his brow. “What?”
“I was right,” you exhaled, feeling the cold dread begin to seep in, the gravity of what you just witnessed beginning to press down on your chest.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “You were.”
You stumbled backward until your back hit the wall and you sunk to the ground, unable to support yourself. “This can’t be real, it’s not real.”
“Y/N…”
“I know I said it was possible, that with all the testing the government does that the occurrence of zombies was plausible, but I didn’t think it would actually fucking happen. I believe in aliens but I don’t expect one to fucking abduct me.” Your breaths were coming out shorter by the second, the muffled screams doing nothing to help the panic gripping you. “This is some joke, right? A viral thing that’s going to get millions of views on youtube? A Halloween event for tik tok? A scene for a movie that the director wants to look super realistic? I just know that this isn’t actually happening.”
Jungkook kneeled down in front of you and you looked up at him with wide eyes. He was attractive, so attractive it hurt because he was so far out of your league it wasn’t funny. You knew he was a year younger than you, knew he played soccer at the university that you both attended, knew he was a member of some frat, and you knew he had the absolute cutest bunny smile you had ever seen on another person. “Y/N, this is real. We both saw it, we both know there was a weird virus going around. I know you know all the reasons that this is plausible because you listed them out to me last week while you were icing that cookie cake.”
“This is crazy. Are we in a bad young adult novel or some shit? This doesn’t happen Kookie, not in real life.”
Jungkook carded a hand through his hair. He’d been growing it out lately, something you greatly appreciated. “Well, it did. There are zombies out there, and we’re in here-”
He was interrupted by his phone ringing and he didn’t hesitate before pressing it to his ear.
“Hyung,” he breathed. “Yeah, I’m okay. I managed to barricade myself in the storage closet when everything started going to shit.”
He listened intently to whatever the person on the other end was saying. “Academy is on the way there so we can pick up Hobi-hyung...Yeah, you too Hyung. I’ll see you soon.”
“What’s going on?” You asked quietly.
Jungkook took a deep breath before answering. “Alright, one of my friends, Seokjin, has a giant house, he’s super rich, and super paranoid. When the news started talking about the virus he started stockpiling and reinforcing his place. He turned it into a safe house, solar-powered and everything. Our friend, Namjoon, is already there, the rest of us are here in the mall. That was Yoongi who just called me, he made it to the parking garage with Jimin and Taehyung and they have a truck waiting for us. You know Hoseok, he works at Academy, comes by on his break sometimes, he barricaded himself in over there so we have to pick him up and then head down to the parking garage so we can get to Seokjin’s.”
You blinked, trying to process everything he said, one detail sticking out to you. “We?”
His forehead scrunched in confusion. “What?”
“You keep saying ‘we’. I can’t Kookie, I can’t do this.”
“What are you talking about? Of course you can.”
You just shook your head. “Look at me Kookie. I’m in no way, shape, or form equipped for...for this. To survive in a fucking zombie apocalypse. Haven’t you ever watched Zombieland? Fat people die first. I walked the mile in high school and have less upper body strength than a fucking baby. I’ll only slow you down.”
Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders before fixing you with a serious look. “I’m not leaving you here. We’re going to make it out of here and to Jin’s if I have to carry you on my back the whole goddamn way, and don’t test me because I go to the gym seven days a week so I promise you I can.”
You swallowed hard. Was it wrong to feel aroused during a zombie apocalypse? Probably, but jesus christ. “I’m scared.”
His expression softened. “Well, it’s a good thing I’ve here then. I’m pretty sure I’ve inadvertently been training for this for years now. Now come on, the sooner we get out of here and to safety the better.”
You were shaking as you got to your feet and Jungkook wrapped you in a tight hug. He smelled good, he always smelled good. It centered you. “I’ll keep you safe, Y’N. I promise.”
“Let’s just get this fucking over with.”
Jungkook carefully removed the barricade and slowly cracked opened the door, peeking his head out and checking for any immediate danger. He grabbed your hand in his and gently tugged you behind him as he took a few steps outside. Your heart was in your throat as you took in what the interior of the mall looked like.
It looked like a tornado had passed through it, except it was more gruesome than that. The blood seemed to be the most prominent edition, red coating just about every surface you could see. You swallowed hard when you saw the discarded pieces of human remains littering the ground, trying hard not to throw up the granola bar you had for breakfast. Jungkook gently squeezed your hand and you took a deep breath before moving.
Everything had happened so fast. The two of you couldn’t have been in the storage closet for more than thirty minutes, but the mall was desolate. You kept your eyes trained on Jungkooks broad back, not wanting to see any more of the horror surrounding you. You’d only been walking for a few minutes when he froze in his tracks, causing you to run straight into him. “Wha-”
“Shh.” Your blood ran cold. There was only one thing that would have caused him to stop moving. Almost robotically you peeked your head around his form and hastily bit your lip to keep from screaming. There were at least five of them, crowded around a body and tearing into it like vultures. “We have to make a run for it.”
You would have to go right past them to make it to Academy. “What part of ‘i walked the mile’ did you not understand?”
“Hoseok knows we’re coming, I can see him waiting to raise the metal bars when we get close enough. We can make it.”
“What if I trip?” Because that would absolutely be your luck.
“Please do not trip Y/N,” Jungkook whispered before tightening his grip on your hand. “Now.”
He was so fucking fast. You felt like he was going to pull your shoulder right from the socket from how hard he was dragging you along. You couldn’t help the shriek that slipped out when you flew past the zombies and heard the inhuman growls they let out before abandoning their current meal in favor of chasing you. They were chasing you, zombies were fucking chasing you.
“Now, Hyung!” Jungkook bellowed when you were only a few meters away. The metal bars began to rise and when you were only a few feet away, Jungkook jerked his arm forward to propel you into the store so he could come to a hard stop and help Hoseok slam the bars back down. You fell flat on your ass, almost crashing into one of the displays from the momentum.
You screamed when the zombies slammed into the metal bars, limbs outstretched, desperately trying to reach one of you. Jungkook helped you to your feet and you all ducked behind one of the displays, out of their sight. “Are you okay?”
The concern was sweet, would have normally caused your heart to flutter, but all you wanted to do was cry. “Of course I’m not okay Jungkook, fuck. We were just chased by zombies, no one can be okay after that.”
“Yoongi didn’t mention that you had Y/N with you,” Hoseok commented. “Not that I’m not happy to see you!”
“I wasn’t going to leave her,” Jungkook defended.
“Of course you weren’t.” Hoseok grinned and you tilted your head in confusion at the teasing in his voice. He’d always been a weird one.
You took the moment of relative safety to check your phone for the first time since everything went to shit. Your stomach sank when you saw fifteen missed calls from your mom and one voicemail. You immediately tried to call her back, but there was no answer. Your hands were shaking too much to hold your phone up to your ear, so you put your phone on speaker to play the voicemail, the two boys going silent.
“Y/N, baby, I don’t, I don’t know what’s happening. I locked myself in the bathroom, but they’re pounding on the door, I,” tears immediately began to stream down your face, hearing your mom getting choked up, hearing the horrible pounding on the door. “I hope you’re safe, I pray you made it somewhere safe and you’re okay. They’re going to break down the door any minute now, I love you so much baby, don’t ever forget that. I love you, I love you, I love you-”
You pressed a hand against your mouth to muffle your sobs when you heard the sound of the zombies breaking through the door and the voicemail end. Both boys were deathly quiet as you sobbed, the pain in your chest too intense to contain. She was dead, your mom was dead, she was dead. It was one thing when it was other people, people you didn’t really know. This made it so much more real.
“We have to go,” Hoseok said softly after a few minutes. “They’re waiting for us.”
“Can you grab a few things Hyung? Things we can use as weapons, we’ll be right there.” Hoseok nodded before getting up and leaving the two of you alone.
“Y/N,” Jungkook said gently, placing a warm hand on your back as you cried. “We have to go.”
“What’s the point?” You asked, taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from your face, pushing down the pain and compartmentalizing.
“What?”
“What’s the point? Everyone I love is probably already dead, what’s the point in delaying the inevitable? I don’t want to, life was hard enough before all of this, I don’t see the point.” Jungkook didn’t say anything and you took a deep breath. You were just about to speak again, tell him to just leave you at Academy, when his large hands roughly grabbed your face and he pressed his lips to yours.
It only took a few seconds for you to reciprocate, needing something, anything to make you forget about what was happening, even for a little while. You tangled your hands in his hair, pressing your body against his. You were both panting when he finally pulled away. “You’re right, life is hard, this is hard, but that doesn’t mean you roll over and give up. Maybe we won’t make it to Jin’s, but we have to try, I need you to try. Please, for me.”
Your lips were tingling and your brain was short-circuiting due to the implications of what just happened. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Okay.”
“Great, now that you kids are done making out in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, let’s get out of here.” Hoseok grinned and Jungkook rolled his eyes before getting to his feet and holding out a hand to help you up.
It wouldn’t be easy, it would probably be the hardest thing you ever had to do. However, with Jungkook by your side, a part of you actually believed that the two of you could survive a zombie apocalypse. And you were always right.
I don't think I can express how much I love Kim Namjoon. He let's us see into his heart and soul when he speaks to us like this. It makes me love the person he is that much more.
summary: you and yoongi have been best friends since you were kids, being hopelessly in love with each other was never part of the plan. aka, the typical cliche.
pairing: yoongi/reader
word count: 6k+
genre: fluff, smut, angst, college!au, friends to lovers
a/n: ive been working on this for a very long time and decided i had to split it up because shes a big one. let me know what you think!
The early hours of the morning had always brought a sense of comfort with them. The world was so quiet, so still, so peaceful. Being in the last year of your undergrad meant that you were intimately acquainted with the early hours of the morning; when the sun was just starting to shine through the blinds, the birds were just starting to chirp, the world was just starting to wake. You wished you could enjoy it, enjoy the quiet, but you were six cups of coffee deep into your Psychology of Counseling textbook and more than ready to jump off a bridge if it meant you didn’t have to take your midterm in three hours.
“You need to get some semblance of sleep Y/N, you’ll be too tired to concentrate on your midterm if you don’t.” A soft yet stern voice commented from your doorway and you sighed before leaning back in your chair -wincing as what felt like your whole spine cracked-, before spinning around and squinting at your best friend.
“Did you know that our awareness of death is the source of zest for life and creativity and that we can turn our fear of death into a positive force when we accept the reality of our own mortality?” Yoongi just continued to lean against your doorway, fixing you with an unimpressed stare and you sighed. “This chapter on Existentialism is really putting me through it, the death stuff isn’t even the worst of it. Did you know that having some anxiety is perfectly normal-”
summary: you and yoongi have been best friends since you were kids, being hopelessly in love with each other was never part of the plan. aka, the typical cliche.
pairing: yoongi/reader
chapter one
word count: 6k+
genre: fluff, smut, angst, college!au, friends to lovers
a/n: ive been working on this for a very long time and decided i had to split it up because shes a big one. let me know what you think!
The early hours of the morning had always brought a sense of comfort with them. The world was so quiet, so still, so peaceful. Being in the last year of your undergrad meant that you were intimately acquainted with the early hours of the morning; when the sun was just starting to shine through the blinds, the birds were just starting to chirp, the world was just starting to wake. You wished you could enjoy it, enjoy the quiet, but you were six cups of coffee deep into your Psychology of Counseling textbook and more than ready to jump off a bridge if it meant you didn’t have to take your midterm in three hours.
“You need to get some semblance of sleep Y/N, you’ll be too tired to concentrate on your midterm if you don’t.” A soft yet stern voice commented from your doorway and you sighed before leaning back in your chair -wincing as what felt like your whole spine cracked-, before spinning around and squinting at your best friend.
“Did you know that our awareness of death is the source of zest for life and creativity and that we can turn our fear of death into a positive force when we accept the reality of our own mortality?” Yoongi just continued to lean against your doorway, fixing you with an unimpressed stare and you sighed. “This chapter on Existentialism is really putting me through it, the death stuff isn’t even the worst of it. Did you know that having some anxiety is perfectly normal-”
“Y/N.” He interrupted and you sighed again, sliding your reading glasses up to where they were sitting on your head and rubbing your face.
“If I go to sleep now I won’t wake up, and I don’t have all the details of the six propositions down yet. I just know Bridgette is going to make that the essay question.” Bridgette, formally known as Dr. Coddou, had emphasized them way too much for them not to be the discussion question, and the discussion was worth half the points on the midterm.
Your best friend, however, didn’t budge, keeping his arms crossed and giving you a reproachful look. “You have work right after your midterm, you’ll be dead on your feet if you don’t get at least a few hours. I’ll wake you up on time for your test, so get in bed.”
“You’re being such a hypocrite,” you mumbled but closed the textbook regardless. Arguing with Yoongi would be a useless venture, it always was.
“What was that?”
“Nothing Yoongi-oppa.” You smiled brightly while he rolled his eyes, noticing the small upturn of his lips.
“Okay koreaboo.”
“You like it.” You sang before collapsing on your bed, disgruntling the black cat that was already sleeping there. Despite your previous protests, you were out like a light the minute your head hit the pillow. Yoongi just fondly shook his head before walking over and gently removing your glasses from the top of your head and setting them on your nightstand.
The first time you met Yoongi was in the third grade. It was one of those weird, super vivid childhood memories that seemed engraved in your brain, right along with your fifth birthday party. The school year had been well underway when he was brought into class, something that already made his presence exciting. His family had just moved from Korea to the states and he stumbled through his introduction, not quite having a solid grasp on the English language. Your classmates had laughed, finding his struggle and heavy accent hilarious. It wasn’t funny to you though, even at such a young, impressionable age because your abuelita didn’t speak a lick of English and your own mom’s heavily accented Spanglish was often ridiculed at school events.
He sat alone at recess that day and you were the first to approach him, a bright smile on your face and the offer of friendship hanging from your outstretched hand. Yoongi had been so incredibly shy at first, but you didn’t let it deter you. Instead, you stayed stuck to his side like glue, always with a bright smile and eager to help him learn English. By the end of the year, the two of you were inseparable and the rest was history.
Yoongi kept a diligent eye on the time while he worked on the composition in front of him. He knew he was prone to getting lost in his work without caring about the world around him, but the last thing he wanted to do was lose track of time and be the reason you missed your midterm. Especially after insisting that you sleep and promising to make sure you didn’t miss it. You would never let him hear the end of it if he this up.
Thirty minutes before your class, he got up and gently pushed open the door to your room. His breath caught in his throat when he saw you lying there. He’d seen you sleeping more times than he could count throughout the years, saw you lying there with your mouth wide open, drool on the side of your face, and the smallest snore coming from your sleeping form. It never failed to take his breath away. You never failed to take his breath away. There were no false pretenses when you were sleeping, no sign of the cheerful mask he knew you worse to make it through the day, the hardened armor you donned to protect yourself. When you slept there was a vulnerability you showed so rarely, even to him.
Yoongi had been in love with you for years. Maybe since that first moment in third grade, before he even knew what love was, but he knew you had a pretty smile and you were the first person to make him feel like moving away from everything he knew wasn’t the end of the world. There was just something so captivating about you, so endearing, it was unrealistic to think that he ever stood a chance. When you smiled at him, eyes squinted and barely visible, he knew without a doubt that he would do anything to keep that smile on your face, and that’s why he was okay with just being your best friend because that’s what made you happy.
Still, it was moments like this that he took for himself; approaching your sleeping form and gently brushing his fingers against your cheek. You unconsciously leaned into his touch and his heart skipped a beat. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you. The number of times he’d fantasized about it, about pressing his lips against yours was honestly ridiculous, but he couldn’t help it. It was something he’d dreamed about since he was thirteen.
You muttered something unintelligible in your sleep and Yoongi retracted his hand. He knew he had to wake up. He was being more than a little creepy and crossing a multitude of lines. The two of you were best friends, nothing more.
“Wake up, Y/N.” He said, bringing a hand to your shoulder and gently shaking you awake. Your eyes briefly fluttered and you groaned, trying to snuggle deeper into your bed to catch a few more precious moments of sleep. Yoongi smiled fondly and shook his head. “Nope, you have to get up and go take your midterm.”
“Midterm!” You yelped, shooting up in such a panic that Yoongi instinctively took a step back. “I have to go take my midterm!”
“Relax,” he instructed calmly. “You have thirty minutes and I brewed a fresh pot of coffee.”
You sighed, letting your shoulders drop and willing your heart rate to slow. “Ay dios mio, whew, I’ve never wanted to kiss someone more in my entire life.”
His heart rate spiked at your words, eyes glued to your form as you stretched out on your bed, arching your back and groaning. Less than innocent thoughts were playing through his mind and he willed them away. You weren’t being serious, it was commonplace for you to say suggestive things, but a large part of him always hoped.
“Do you work tonight?” You asked, finally getting to your feet and rolling your neck, wincing at the distinct popping. The question broke him from his reverie and he mentally slapping himself.
“No, I tried to but I’m already in overtime for the week so Jin wouldn’t let me.”
You pouted and lightly hit his shoulder. “What did I tell you about overworking yourself? Between the two of us, we make enough to pay the bills without killing ourselves.” Your eyes softened when you took a longer look at your best friend. The bags under his eyes were an even darker shade of purple and his skin was an even more ghostly pale than normal. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your head against his chest. “You need to take care of yourself Yoongi, there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you, remember?”
The words were muffled against his chest, but the way his arms wrapped around your form was enough confirmation that he had heard. Being so sleep deprived made you overemotional, but that didn’t make it any less true. Over a decade of friendship made Yoongi a fixture in your life. When everything was crashing down, when everything was going wrong, when your abuelita and dad both died in the span of a year, when your mom turned to alcohol to numb the pain, it was Yoongi who was always there for you. He was the only stability in your life, and that was why you’d never tell him how you really felt, how you were desperately and hopelessly in love with him.
“You’re sappy when you’re tired.” He commented dully as he gazed down at you, praying you couldn’t hear how his heart was ready to jump out of his chest.
“Please, I’m sappy all the time.” You shot back, pulling away to get on your tip-toes and place a soft kiss against his temple. He had to fight every cell in his body to keep from blushing at your show of affection because it was so common that it shouldn’t even affect him anymore. The man was convinced you were the most affectionate person he had ever met; it was something he learned early on, so he knew not to read into it. However, the temple kisses were the one thing he could never get used to. While the hugs, hand-holding, and cuddling made his heart race, there was something about the temple kiss that was so tender, so intimate, and he’d never seen you do it with anyone else.
That was because you didn’t. It was selfish and stupid, but the temple kiss was the one thing you’d allow yourself. You could sweep it under the rug of showing platonic affection if anyone questioned it, but you knew that it was different.
“Alright gotta blast, see you later Yoongles, don’t forget to feed Noodle!” You smiled, already halfway out of the door, your backpack sling over your shoulder and a full tumbler of coffee in your hand. “Love you!”
“Love you too.” He replied softly, but the door was already swinging shut.
Relief flooded through you as you handed in your midterm, giving Dr. Coddou a polite smile before jetting out of the classroom. There were other midterms to study for, other things to stress about, but that was for a later date. The only thing currently on your mind was treating yourself to your favorite takeout to celebrate before going into work.
“Y/N!” Someone called out from behind you and you immediately whipped your head around. “How do you think you did?”
“I’ll be pretty upset if I didn’t make at least a ‘B’, what about you?” Namjoon smiled down at you, shyly adjusting his glasses.
“I’m pretty sure I made an ‘A’.”
“Of course, you did, you’re literally a genius. I really only asked in the interest of being polite,” you teased, noticing the way his cheeks flushed the most endearing shade of pink. Namjoon was cute in a nerdy, bookworm, librarian way with his wire-framed glasses, grandpa cardigans, and adorable dimples.. The two of you shared a class together your sophomore year and were partnered together for a project. You really hit it off and stayed friends, though you’d never interacted outside the context of academia. It had been a surprise when you walked into your psychology of counseling class and saw Namjoon already sitting in the front row, being that he was a Philosophy major and you were positive psychology of counseling wasn’t required for that degree plan. “I’ve been meaning to ask, but why did you take this class anyway? Planning on doing some philosophical counseling?”
Namjoon’s cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink. “Oh, uh, I mean, no uhm, I just well, I really like,” he paused and his eyes only met yours for a second before he looked away, his blush managing to deepen even more. “Psychology! I really like psychology! It’s really interesting.”
“Right!” You agreed enthusiastically, completely oblivious to the boy’s panic. “It’s all just so intriguing to learn about how people think and why. This chapter on Existential Therapy was so fun despite how much it blew my mind. I mean, our awareness of death being the source of our zest for life and creativity? Whew. Do you think you’ll end up with a psych minor?”
Namjoon just stood there with a dumb smile on his face, not realizing you had asked him a question. He’d been distracted by your rambling, the way your eyes lit up and you gestured wildly with your hands. It was the cutest thing he had ever seen. You were the cutest thing he had ever seen, and that was why he found himself in yet another psychology class that he had absolutely no need for.
“Hellooooo, earth to Joon?” You asked, staring up at him with your head tilted and one eyebrow raised.
“Oh! Uhm, yeah, I’ll probably end up with a psych minor.” He said in a rush, trying to downplay his embarrassment.
“Fun!” you glanced down at your phone and swore. “Shit, I have to get to work, see you later Joon!”
Namjoon sighed as you bounded away. Would he ever work up the confidence to ask you on a date? It didn’t seem likely.
Work was exhausting, per usual, but tips were decent so you weren’t complaining about that. What you were complaining about was just how bad your feet ached. Despite how many times you complained to Jin, he liked the uniforms the was they were, so you were stuck with stupid shoes that offered no support or comfort.
By the time you were gently closing the front door, it had to be close to two in the morning and you were ready to crawl under the overs and sleep like the dead since tomorrow was Saturday and you were off of work.
“Hey Noodle.” You greeted softly when the black cat made his presence known t you with a loud ‘meow’ before rubbing himself against your legs.
You were mid-yawn when you trudged into the kitchen, content to just drinking some orange juice because finding something eat would take entirely too much effort. It was by chance that you noticed the post-it on the microwave, Yoongi’s messy handwriting sprawled across it.
mac n’ cheese in here, just heat it up
Your lips upturned in a gentle smile. For all his talk, Yoongi was one of the softest, most thoughtful people you had ever met. His love language was in the small things. Sure, it was just mac n’ cheese, something that didn’t take longer than ten minutes to whip up, but it was ten minutes he knew you weren’t going to take. While the macaroni was heating up, you added a little something to the bottom of the post-it.
remind me to put a ring on it in the morning
Loud. That was your first thought as you were choke-slammed into consciousness. There was a very familiar, very loud voice carrying through your apartment and you groaned before grabbing your comforter and pulling it over your head, trying in vain to delay the inevitable.
You weren’t the slightest bit surprised when your door was slammed open and the person squealed “Y/N-ie” before jumping on top of you.
“Ay dios mio, get off Hobi,” you grumbled, trying -and failing- to push the older boy off of you.
Said boy just laughed. “Not a chance! I haven’t seen you in so long. I’ve missed you!”
You stopped struggling, content to accept your fate of being squished. “I missed you too, Hobi.”
“Why don’t you ever call me oppa?” Though your head was still buried underneath your comforter, you could hear the pout in his voice and knew he was making a devastatingly cute face.
“If I call you oppa will you get off of me?”
“Yes!”
“Okay...Hobi-oppa.”
Hoseok kept his promise and promptly rolled off of you, grabbing the covers and pulling them off in the process. You knew you should probably be at least a little embarrassed considering Hoseok now had a pg-13 rated view of your body since you only ever slept in a big t-shirt and underwear, but modesty was never one of your strong suits. Instead, you rolled over in a desperate attempt to sneak a few more moments of sleep. “Nu-uh, you’re getting up and coming to get lunch with me, Jimin, and Yoongi-hyung.”
He was equally as unaffected by your lack of clothing, having gotten used to it. “Hobiiiiiiiii.” You whined.
“Don’t make me tickle you.”
That was enough to make you jump out of bed. He didn’t bluff when it came to tickling, something you knew all too well. The redhead cheered before pulling you into a tight hug.
Hoseok was the first friend Yoongi made freshman year and became your friend by association. You couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that Yoongi attracted extroverts like moths to a flame because Hoseok was the textbook definition and while you weren’t quite on his level, you were up there.
“Ah, good morning Y/N.” A serene voice greeted from the doorway and you glanced around Hoseok’s frame to grin at the fourth member of your ragtag friend group.
“Hey Chim.” While Hoseok was the first friend Yoongi made in college, Jimin was yours. The two of you shared a hellish 7:30 your first semester and bonded over wanting to die every morning and keeping each other awake during the lecture. The four of you meshed together unsettlingly well, and Hoseok and Jimin ended up as roommates before the end of freshman year. You privately thought it was hilarious that your three best friends were all Korean, maybe Yoongi was right when he called you a koreaboo.
You meandered over to Jimin and wrapped him in a tight hug before brushing past him and noticing Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. “Is Yoongi still sleeping?”
“Mhm. You know you’re the only one who can wake him up without putting him in a bad mood.” Jimin said lightly and you rolled your eyes.
“I gave you guys that spare key to use for emergencies, not to break in and force us to eat lunch with you.”
“Eating lunch with us is an emergency!” Hoseok protested.
“Ya, ya, ya.” Regardless, you were awake, and if you had to be awake, so did Yoongi.
Creeping into his room, your heart skipped a beat when you saw him lying there. He looked so content, so peaceful, it warmed your heart. You knew how deeply Yoongi hid things, how he always put his own feelings last when it came to the people he cared about. It was only through years of friendship that you were able to discern when he was putting up a front, when he was putting on a brave face for your sake. Both of you had baggage and issues and things that were hard to talk about, even with each other. However, at that moment, you knew none of that mattered to Yoongi, he was at peace, and a part of you hated to ruin that.
The other part of you wanted to jump on him the way Hoseok did to you.
That part won out.
“Rise and shine sleepy head!” You giggled, throwing your body on top of his and gently patting his dumpling-like cheeks as you straddled him. He groaned, the same reaction you had to Hoseok, and you shot him a beaming smile when his eyes fluttered open. “Good morning Yoongi-oppa.”
Something strange flashed across his face at your words but you were too busy poking his squishy cheeks to notice. “What are you doing?”
The question was entirely for his own sake because he was becoming increasingly aware of the position the two of you were in, something you were completely oblivious to. He could tell you had just woken up since you only seemed to be wearing a big shirt -one of his-, and a pair of underwear. That alone was enough to make his cock twitch, seeing you in his clothes always had an effect on him, especially when the only thing you paired it with was underwear. Then there was the way you were straddling him, knees on either side of his torso, completely unaware that your crotch was directly over his. Usually, he had self-control, he could squash down the indecent fantasies, but he was still only half-awake and all he could think about was how easy it would be to grab your hips and thrust up. He knew it wouldn’t take him long to cum, even if there were three layers -his boxers, the comforter, and your panties- between his cock and your pussy. God, the fantasy of you placing your hands on his chest and grinding down on him was too delicious. He already had an idea of what you’d sound like, the small whimpers, the soft gasps, he’d heard it all before when you thought you were being discrete late at night. He wanted to hear those sounds when he was the one causing them, when his cock was-
“Hobi and Jimin are here and forcing us to go eat lunch. You should be grateful I’m the one who woke up and not Hobi.”
Yoongi mentally slapped himself. His cock was growing harder and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He prayed to every god in existence that you didn’t decide to press down on him because there was no way you wouldn’t know his dick was hard. “You have my eternal gratitude.”
You giggled before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and hopping off his bed. “Hurry up and get ready, I’m starving and I’m pretty sure I can scam Hobi into paying.”
Without waiting for a reply, you turned and danced out of Yoongi’s room, missing the way his eyes stayed glued to your barely covered ass.
“See, completely unharmed. He probably would have killed Hobi-hyung.” Jimin pointed out from the couch, happily petting Noodle and you rolled your eyes.
“Oh,” you paused, an innocent smile slipping on to your face. “Hobi-oppa?”
Said boy’s face lit up and you internally smirked. A part of you would have felt bad for scamming one of your best friends, but it wasn’t like he didn’t -frequently- do the same thing to you. When he hit you with a pout you were helpless. “Yes, Y/N-ie?”
“Well, since you’re my oppa and all, does that mean you’re paying for lunch?” You tilted your head and stuck your bottom lip out the tiniest bit in a pout. Jimin ducked his head to muffle his laughter.
“Of course, leave it all to me!” Too easy.
“This so good I am going to bust the fattest nut.” You moaned between mouthfuls of lo mein noodles.
Hoseok had decided on Chinese and you weren’t complaining, especially when it was on his dime. “I second that.”
“Here Yoongi, you have to try this.” You insisted, gathering a hefty amount of noodles on your fork and turning your body sitting next to your, expectantly holding the utensil up to his face. He gave you an unimpressed look but the smile on your face persisted and it only took seconds her him to cave and take the offered bite. “See! Amazing, right?”
“Feed me next Y/N-ie!” Hoseok pouted and you rolled your eyes before gathering more noodles.
“Here you go Hobi-oppa.” You teased and he gladly wrapped his lips around the fork.
“I, for one, still can’t believe that you can’t use chopsticks,” Jimin commented and you groaned.
The three boys were all using the provided chopsticks while you didn’t even bother opening your set. “Let me live Jimin.”
“Just saying.”
“I’m not required to know how to use chopsticks just because the three of you do! Stop peer pressuring me.”
“It’s really not that hard Y/N-ie.”
“Look, Yoongi’s mom spent many a dinner trying to teach me, I’m just hopeless!”
“It’s true, she’s a terrible student.”
You immediately punched Yoongi on the shoulder, but his gummy smile erased any thoughts about even pretending to be angry. Before anyone could say anything, your phone started ringing and you only hesitated for a second before pressing the device to your ear after seeing just who was calling you.
“Hola mamá,” you greeted cheerfully, ignoring the concerned look Yoongi shot your way. “¿Qué pasa?”
The smile on your face slipped when you heard the drunken slur of her words. It slipped even more when she popped the inevitable question.
“¿Cuanto?” You asked, trying to keep your voice even, to not ruin the atmosphere because this was the first time the four of you had been together in forever and you wanted to enjoy it. You didn’t react when your mom listed off the number, despite the sinking in your stomach. “Bueno...sí mama...esta noche...sí...te amo.”
“Back to our previous conversation, all I have to say is that learning how to lose chopsticks is a lot harder than it looks when you’re not born into the culture, and it’s also harder to learn as an adult because your brain has less plasticity.” You rambled, forcing a smile as you logged into your banking app to transfer the money to your mom’s account. Yoongi tensed and you knew he was watching you, could practically feel the disapproval radiating off of him when you transferred the amount from your savings to her checking. You knew he understood the short conversation you had; he’d picked up his fair share of Spanish throughout the years. It would be an argument later. You could already feel the headache.
The rest of the lunch was fine. Hoseok was even louder and more ridiculous than usual and Jimin kept reaching across the table to fiddle with your hands, your hair, your face, all in an effort to make you feel better, seeing right through the smile plastered across your face. They knew you too well for it to fool them. Yoongi, on the other hand, was silent, he was stewing.
“Six hundred?” He asked the minute the two of you were alone in the apartment, barely giving you time to shrug off your jacket. You just collapsed on the couch, feeling all your energy leave you in an instant thinking about how much you were going to have to work to make up the funds.
“And what about it?” You sighed, too tired to muster together any anger.
“That money is for grad school, what did your mom need it for? Couldn’t pay rent because she spent all her money on alcohol again? Couldn’t pay her light bill because she keeps funneling money into poker machines?” In a turn of events, you actually weren’t too tired to muster together any anger, because Yoongi’s cold words brought it right to the surface. Mostly because he was right.
“And so what if it is? What am I supposed to do Yoongi? Let her get evicted? Let her power get shut off? It’s my money, I can do whatever I want with it.”
Your mom never did shake back from the alcoholic hole she fell into when your grandma and dad died and Yoongi resented her for it. It had broken you because you didn’t just lose your grandma and your dad, you lost your mom too, and Yoongi almost lost you. He’d been so caught up in his angsty teenage bullshit, hating the world because of his parent’s divorce that he didn’t notice. He didn’t notice when your smile became tight and forced. He didn’t notice when you started wearing long sleeves despite the unforgiving heat. He didn’t notice when the light started to fade from your eyes. It wasn’t until he broke down your bathroom door junior year of high school because of a goodbye text that he finally noticed.
Yoongi had never been one to cry, but he cried then, finding you crumpled on the floor, a knife in one hand and blood running down both arms from the cuts lining them. He carefully took the knife from your hand and threw it out of the room before sinking onto the floor next to you and wrapping your trembling form in a tight hug. He apologized as he cried, over and over again, for not realizing sooner, for not being able to take your pain away. It was then that he knew that he hated your mom because you were his sunshine, his light, and that was what she had reduced you to, because even then, the only thing you could manage to say besides ‘i’m sorry’ was ‘please don’t tell my mom’.
He hated that even now, even though you were so far away, she still had such a grip on your life. You were supporting yourself and supporting her.
Though you understood why Yoongi felt the way he did, though there were times when you resented your mom, at the end of the day she was still your mom. She was the woman from your childhood who was full of warmth and laughter, and there were rare times when she still was, when the old her shined through in her even rarer moments of sobriety.
Yoongi wasn’t fuming, but you were. His anger ran cold where yours ran hot. “How much more are you going to let her take Y/N? That’s all she does.”
“She’s my mom Yoongi! Fuck! I’m not having this argument with you again!” You shouted, throwing your hands in the air and storming out. It was such a pointless fucking argument to have, the two of you would just run around in circles, getting angrier and angrier until you inevitably stormed off. The two of you didn’t argue often, you hated arguing with Yoongi, he was your best friend in the entire world, but you knew the topic of you mom would never be something you agreed on.
You weren’t paying attention to where you were storming off to, the destination wasn’t the point, you just needed to clear your head and get away from Yoongi. Somehow you ended up at a little park that you didn’t even realize was near your apartment complex, so you sat on one of the benches and groaned. It was cold outside, it was getting dark, you were alone, and you didn’t have your phone, keys, or wallet. You really were a genius.
“Y/N?” A soft voice called and you yelped, jumping up and ready to run if the person was going to try and murder you. “Sorry!”
Whipping around, you visibly relaxed when you took in the boy in front of you, cardigan and all. “Whew, you almost gave me a heart attack Joon.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again and you waved it off, finally noticing the white dog curiously sniffing your shoes. Your response was instantaneous, dropping into a squat and gently petting the dogs fluffy head.
“Who is this cute little baby?” You cooed happily, laughing when the dog playfully jumped on you, causing you to fall back on your ass while being assaulted with kisses. Namjoon was literally melting.
“Oh, uhm, his name is Rapmon.”
“Hi Rapmon,” you greeted cheerfully, planting a kiss on the top of his head before getting to your feet and wrapping your arms around your torso. It definitely wasn’t the smartest move to run out without grabbing your jacket when winter was right around the corner.
Namjoon noticed and immediately shrugged off his cardigan. “You should put this on before you get sick.”
“Ahh I can’t take that! You’ll be cold!” You protested.
“I’m wearing long sleeves, and my body temperature naturally runs high.” You wanted to put up more of a fight, but the temperature was dropping as the sun sank below the horizon, so you gratefully took the offered clothing.
“Thanks,” you smiled as the boy’s cheeks warmed, seeing you in his clothes having an enormous effect on him. “Do you live around here?”
“Oh, uhm, yeah, my apartment is right across the street actually.” He replied sheepishly and you whipped your head around to the fancy ass apartments across the street.
You couldn't keep the amazement from your voice. “What the fuck, Joon, those are so nice.”
“Ahh, my mom picked it out, they’re alright.” He said, clearly embarrassed. “What about you?”
“I think my apartment is somewhere around here, I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going.” You admitted, it being your turn to be embarrassed. “I had a fight with my best friend and kinda just...ended up here.”
“Oh.”
The two of you just stood there for a solid minute, Namjoon trying to work up the courage to say something and you just not really knowing what to say for once in your life. It was Namjoon who finally spoke. “Do you...uhm...do you want to come up to my apartment? It’s getting dark and it’s cold out, once we bring Rapmon in I can drive you home...if you want.”
He trailed off, obviously flustered and you giggled. “I’d love to come up to your apartment Joon.”
It was exactly as fancy as you expected and you had to physically stop yourself from gawking like a tourist. However, you were doing a poor job and Namjoon secretly thought it was adorable how your eyes were the size of tennis balls.
“Alright, I can bring you home now.” He said after letting Rapmon off of his leash and grabbing his keys. You hesitated though. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to go home, per say, but you didn’t want to go home. Yoongi’s temper had a tendency to stick around, taking a while to defrost, and you didn’t have the energy to go another round.
“Is it okay if I just...chill here for a while?” You finally asked, nervously fiddling with your thumbs.
“Yes!” He answered immediately because he was ready to give you the world on a silver platter if that was what you requested, especially when you were standing in front of him in his cardigan.
“Thanks Joon,” you smiled, missing the blush that painted his cheeks.
You made yourself comfortable on his couch and he followed suit. It took a few minutes for the ice to break, but once it did, you couldn’t stop talking. Namjoon was hands down the smartest person you had ever met, and he had such interesting viewpoints on so many things. He was incredibly easy to talk to and you had to admit that he looked so fucking cute when he was rambling about a topic he was passionate about. It was the only time you’d ever seen him look confident about something and it was really hot. Namjoon had always been filed away as ‘cute’ in your mind, but seeing him in his element, completely at ease in his fitted long-sleeved shirt, hair in disarray from how he kept running a hand through it, well, you had a different perspective.
Almost unconsciously you gravitated towards him until your knees were touching and his cheeks were rosy, hyper-aware of the contact.
“What time is it?” You suddenly asked, realizing it was completely dark outside and you’d been talking for so long that your mouth was dry. Namjoon glanced at the watch on his wrist -it looked like a Rolex- and winced.
“It’s two in the morning.”
You immediately shot up, eyes wide in panic. Fuck. Yoongi was probably worried sick, you had stormed out without your keys, wallet, or phone and it was two in the morning and you weren’t home. “Fuck.”
Namjoon brought you home immediately, spewing apologized for not paying better attention to the time. You reassured him that it wasn’t his fault and you had gotten equally lost in talking to him, thanking him a million times for bringing you home.
Your stomach was in knots as you climbed up to the third floor, just knowing Yoongi was going to be even more furious with you. God, you were such an idiot.
You’d only managed to knock on the front door twice before it was yanked open and you were pulled into a bone-crushing hug, letting out a squeak of surprise.
“Y/N.” Yoongi breathed and your heart clenched painfully at how relieved he sounded.
“I’m sor-”
“No,” He interuppted, still holding you tight against his chest. “I’m sorry okay. I know, I know she’s still your mom and that will never change no matter how much I resent her for the hell she put you through. I’m sorry, just please, fuck, please don’t leave like that again.”
His voice shook the smallest bit and your heart broke. He must have been so worried about you.
“Hey,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around his frame and gently rubbing his back. “I’m sorry Yoongi. It was really stupid of me to run out like that. I ran into a friend and we lost track of time, don’t think you can get rid of me that easily. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life, sorry to tell you.”
He took a deep breath, his face still buried in your hair, and loosened his grip just enough for you to reach up and place a kiss against his temple. Just like that, everything was right again.
summary: you and yoongi have been best friends since you were kids, being hopelessly in love with each other was never part of the plan. aka, the typical cliche.
pairing: yoongi/reader
genre: fluff, smut, angst, college!au, friends to lovers
excerpt:
Yoongi had been in love with you for years. Maybe since that first moment in third grade, before he even knew what love was, but he knew you had a pretty smile and you were the first person to make him feel like moving away from everything he knew wasn’t the end of the world. There was just something so captivating about you, so endearing, it was unrealistic to think that he ever stood a chance. When you smiled at him, eyes squinted and barely visible, he knew without a doubt that he would do anything to keep that smile on your face, and that’s why he was okay with just being your best friend because that’s what made you happy.
summary: you ex shows up on your doorstep at nine am on a sunday morning.
pairing: hoseok/reader, yoongi/reader
word count: 1.5k+
genre: angst, fluff, college!au, established relationship
warning: just angst folks
songs: apologize; onerepublic, delicate; taylor swift
a/n: this has been in my drafts for a long time and turned out a lot different than planned.
You’d never been a religious person. Sure, you tagged along with your family on holidays when they would go to church, used to say your ‘Hail Marys’ because your great-grandma would make you, but you’d never actually believed in a God.
Well, until now because the only reason why Jung Hoseok would be standing at your front door was because God needed something to laugh about on an otherwise boring Sunday morning.
“(Y/N), wait!” He shouted as you immediately swung the door shut when you realized it was him. You weren’t fast enough though, and he stopped the door with his foot before it would close. God was finally striking back from all the times you doubted his existence. That was the only explanation.
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