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GROUPS ; atz . bts . block b . got7 . nct + wayv . various

[yonkimint]

Without You [Yoongi x Reader, Hobi x Reader] — IN PROGRESS

A clean break.

That’s all y/n wants for her messy, complicated, and seemingly endless friends with benefits arrangement with Min Yoongi. But that seems to be the last thing he’s willing to give her.

When she moves halfway around the world, forcing the end of their arrangement, she discovers he’s left her with a gift that will alter the course of her life forever.

Will she go back to Yoongi or will a rekindled relationship with the estranged Jung Hoseok come between them?

Genre: Pregnancy!AU, Idol!AU, Love Triangle, FWB2L, F2L

Warnings: 🔞, profanity, suggestive language, mentions of sex, angst, excessive use of exclamation points, etc. 

Schedule: Thursdays @ 11 PM CST

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[fullsunskyy]

BTS Social Media Fic Rec Masterlist

I really love SMAU’s so I’ve created a masterlist of all the fics I’ve found. This was mostly so I could keep track of what I’ve read, what chapter I was on for ongoing fics, and ones I haven’t read yet but I felt like it might be helpful so here you go. (Here is the NCT and Stray Kids masterlist as well)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these fics, I just enjoyed them. Please go and support the authors!

Key:

Completed [ ✔ ] In progress [ 🌸 ] Discontinued [❌] Skyler’s Fav’s [ ❤️] 

(TWT)- Twitter (lol sorry for some of the titles, not all had titles so I did my best to give them one)

Updated: 11/6/19  All links should be working!

Apparently I hit the link limit (whoops). Links still seem to work on mobile BUT here is a google doc of the post which is also linked on my page! https://docs.google.com/document/d/15ZAn-jX4btrBVUQRSaUwyb4aeh923a5ntdfWtA8szlg/edit?usp=sharing

Fav Writers:

@firebettercallnct (Seriously read every word she’s ever written)

@njssi

@gukooky

@bloomsuga

@mackenziexosborne

@hxseok-honee

BTS x YN/ ?? x YN

Exposed by @lysjeon [✔]

The Lonely Hearts Club  by @cinnaminsvga [✔] 

In God We Thrust by @cinnaminsvga [✔] 

Alibi by @minyoongone  [✔] 

Before That by @asteriaguk [🌸] 

Locked Out of Heaven by @cinnaminsvga [🌸] 

Nameless (Interactive) by @firebettercallnct [🌸] 

Mystery Boy by @sunsetsjk [🌸] (Currently Reading-ch 10)

Online by @inclebtsmix [🌸] 

Fake Love by @hxneysuga [🌸][❌] 

Life: The Biggest Troll by @adorajoon [❌] 

OT7/OT8 (YN)

Spilled Milk by @adorajoon

Tag, You’re It by @hxseok-honee [🌸] 

Tropicana by dragunjk [✔]

Jin x YN 

Roses by @bloomsuga [ ✔ ]

Love Maze by @sighobii [✔]

Alibi by @minyoongone [✔]

Flower Girl by @mackenziexosborne [✔] 

Online by @inclebtsmix [✔] 

True by @bangtannguk-au [✔]

24/7 by @hxseok-honee [✔] 

Soulmate Tattoos by @inclebtsmix [✔] 

Let’s Get Married by @hangsangwithbts [🌸] 

Namjoon x YN

Anonymous by @bloomsuga [✔] 

Love Is by @hxseok-honee [✔] 

Fuck Feelings by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

Cuffed by @firebettercallnct [✔]

Baby by @dayinseoul [✔] 

Meaningless by @sighobii [✔] 

Idol AU by @joonsintro [✔?] 

300 Miles til Disaster Highway by @cinnaminsvga [🌸]

Live and Love by @lysjeon [🌸] 

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[fullsunskyy]

Stray Kids Social Media AU Fic Rec Masterlist

I really love SMAU’s so I’ve created a masterlist of all the fics I’ve found. This was mostly so I could keep track of what I’ve read, what chapter I was on for ongoing fics, and ones I haven’t read yet but I felt like it might be helpful so here you go. (Here is the NCT and BTS masterlist as well) 

*The other masterlists hit link limits so just in case that happens here is a google doc of the post ( https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aa2GnHMpRKm2KuuknRV-hoQmKXGN9eq0ZLO43OcinXY/edit?usp=sharing)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these fics, I just enjoyed them. Please go and support the authors!

Key:

Completed [ ✔ ] In progress [ 🌸 ] Skyler’s Fav’s [ ❤️] Discontinued [❌]

Updated: 11/6/19 All links should be working! 

My other 2 master lists hit a link limit so I made a google doc for them and here is one for this one just in case 

Stray Kids x YN/ ? x YN

Technical Difficulties by @ahgastae [✔]

Woojin x YN 

Chan/Bang Chan x YN 

Beautiful Liar by @3rachasaucy [✔] 

Enigma by @chefchan [✔] 

Plot Twists by @desertskz [✔?] 

Changbin x YN 

Tongue Tied by @the-wonandonly [🌸] 

Minho/ Lee Know x YN 

Tongue Tied by @the-wonandonly [🌸] 

Try Me by @serenhyunjinity [✔] 

Seungmin x YN 

Truth Untold  @serenhyunjinity  [✔] 

Hyunjin x YN 

Crush Culture by @bitchendery [✔]

Transferred by @aiurjins [✔] 

I Choose You by @3rachasaucy [✔] 

Past Mistakes by @serenhyunjinity [✔] 

Clumsy by @hyuwujin [🌸]  

You’re My Best Friend by @panickedmarklee [🌸] 

Coffee Time by @saviourjisung [🌸]

Felix x YN 

Bestfriend vs boyfriend by @serenhyunjinity  [✔] 

Bad Publicity by @softlystraykids [🌸] 

Match Maid in Heaven by @bitchendery [🌸] 

Jisung/Han x YN 

Love Maze by @aiurjins [✔] (NCT Dream Crossover)

Bestfriend vs boyfriend by @serenhyunjinity  [✔] 

Last Chance by @aiurjins [🌸] 

Set Up by @jinniesmeow [🌸] 

Jeongin/ IN x YN

Stray Kids Au by @alexsfictions [🌸] (Discontinued?)

[jungblue]

aphrodite in war | 02

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: comedy, fluff, angst, eventual smut / greek life, fake dating, roommates, lovers to enemies and back to lovers au

word count: 14,243

description: Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

note: here is an audio post of a beautiful song with lyrics inspired by AiW, which was written by one of my lovely readers!

→ part 01

Red, hot anger had curled its way around your bones, forcibly moving your limbs until you somehow found yourself standing in front of the Lambda house with a single pair of heart-covered boxers in hand; murderous intent leaving Jungkook’s voice indiscernible in the distance as you’d left him standing in front of the defiled Tri Delt house. Maybe he was telling you to wait for him while he began to pull down the rest of the countless pairs of boxers that were plastered along the outside of the sorority. Or maybe he was telling you to not go inside because it would only make it worse to have the furious president of Tri Delt waking up dozens of Lambdas at seven in the morning. You genuinely couldn’t tell what he was shouting as you ripped the front door of the fraternity open and stomped inside. 

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[jjaehyosrecs]

i think i read this second part when the read the first part, but i just never reblogged it for some reason. re-reading it the second time was a delight though! i also loved yoongi's appearance in the fic too! he's incredible... and comes up with the best weirdest ideas. i love it! and that cliffhanger? oh wow... yeah, good luck getting out of that one, buddy!

[jjaehyosrecs]

🌺 BLOCK B MASTERLIST

OT7 / MULTI-MEMBER

A Few Years Later | reactions , OT7

Block B & Pranks | reactions , OT7

Dating Block B | reactions , OT7

Having a short girlfriend | reactions , OT7

Having a touchy girlfriend | reactions , OT7

He flirts with S/O at a fan meeting | reactions , OT7

He gets caught staring | reactions , OT7

He overhears his S/O gushing about him | reactions , OT7

His crush guest hosts him on a variety show | reactions , OT7

S/O has a child from a previous relationship | reactions , OT7

S/O hiding their tears | reactions , OT7

S/O runs a fan account | reactions , OT7

S/O toying with his hair at night | reactions , OT7

Someone walking in on his sexy times | reactions , OT7

AHN JAEHYO

Birthright | oneshot

WOO JIHO / ZICO

I Will Never Love You More | oneshot

[jjaehyosrecs]

🌺 VARIOUS GROUPS MASTERLIST

MONSTA X

the anti-love club | series , OT7

PENTAGON

We Got Married | series , OT9

SB19

Seeing you at a fan meet and thinking you’re pretty | reactions , OT5

VARIOUS

I Will Go | oneshot , optional bias

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🌺 NCT + WAYV MASTERLIST

OT23 / MULTI-MEMBER

An Eye For An Eye // A Heart For A Heart | series , smau , 00 line

You start having feelings for them after an arranged marriage | reactions , 127 unit

HUANG XUXI / WONG YUKHEI / LUCAS

"I caught the bouquet" | drabble

LEE JENO

facade? | series , smau

LEE DONGHYUCK / HAECHAN

childhood best friends reunion | drabble

NA JAEMIN

1, 2, 3 | series , smau

First To Fall, First Of All | series , smau

[jjaehyosrecs]

🌺 GOT7 MASTERLIST

OT7 / MULTI-MEMBER

Fake dating turns into real dating | reactions , OT7

You start having feelings for them after an arranged marriage | reactions , OT7

MARK TUAN

I Want Desire | series

LIM JAEBEOM / JAY B

Take Care of Me | oneshot

JACKSON WANG

Bet | oneshot

PARK JINYOUNG

Seeing White | oneshot

CHOI YOUNGJAE

You Belong To Me | series

KUNPIMOOK BHUWAKUL BAMBAM / BAMBAM

Secrets | series

KIM YUGYEOM

Confession | oneshot

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🌺 ATEEZ MASTERLIST

OT8 / MULTI-MEMBER

Meeting their Soulmate | reactions , OT8

JEONG YUNHO

somebody else | series , smau

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🌺 BTS MASTERLIST

OT7 / MULTI-MEMBER

Game Over | series , OT7

Listen Closely | oneshot , Maknae Line

JUNG HOSEOK / J-HOPE

Flip & Reverse It | twoshot

Head Over Heels to Hell | oneshot

one night light | series , smau

PARK JIMIN

A Remedy for Mondays | series

JEON JUNGKOOK

aphrodite in war | series

[neonlights92]

Flip & Reverse It (I)

Your relationship with resident fuckboy Jung Hoseok is anything but simple. Sitting somewhere between hate and genuine friendship is the fact that you’ve always secretly, sort of wanted him.

And then one day you wake up and you’re in Hoseok’s body. And he’s in yours. Things just got a whole lot more complicated.

Genre: rom-com, body swap, (sort of) enemies to lovers

Word count: 10k

Warnings: language and future smut

A/N: Heeeey guys. So in the end, I decided to split this story into two parts as it is MAMMOTH. Hope you enjoy the first part, and I’m hoping to post the second part soon xxx

Jung Hoseok is, officially, the dumbest person you’ve ever met.

“You want to do our end of semester project on what?”

It is your first period of the day- Introduction to Ancient Cultures - and a Monday Morning. You’re quite proud of yourself to be honest. Hoseok is, of course, already driving you nuts and you’ve somehow managed to stop yourself from lunging at him from across the table.

“Look it’s meant to be about ancient rituals, right?” He tugs a hand through his freshly dyed cherry red hair, “So why not a sex ritual?”

You feel something like a migraine coming on. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment of respite and when you open them again Hoseok is still looking at you with that almost smug grin on his face.

“You’re just a fucking horn dog.”

“That I am.” His grin only grows, “C’mon. I’m a senior in college and a hot blooded male. If I didn’t suggest writing a report on an ancient sex ritual it would be weird.”

All you can do is glare. The look on his face only serves to stroke your anger and you fight the urge to grunt.

He just… He looks so self-satisfied. As though what he’s just said is clever and funny. As though you should somehow fall to your feet and worship him like every other doe-eyed freshman on campus does.

No. No. Maybe once upon a time you had a microscopic crush on Jung Hoseok but three years later and you know exactly what kind of person he is. You won’t bite.

Hoseok rolls his eyes at your stoic expression and leans back in his chair.

“Fine. What do you want to do the report on?”

You answer without missing a beat.

“A body swap ritual.”

Hoseok raises a dark brow. He cocks his head to the side, and you take that as your cue to continue.

“It dates back to the Silla Kingdom. They reigned the Korean peninsula for almost a thousand years-”

“I know about the Silla Kingdom Y/N. I’m a history major too, y’know.” He scoffs playfully and you roll your shoulders back.

“Then you know about their body swap rituals?”

His eyes flicker. He knows that you know that he doesn’t know.

God. The look on his face is satisfying.

“Well… No…” He grumbles, leaning forward slightly when you pull out one of the many textbooks you’ve spent the last week scouring through.

“Not much is known about them - however there are a few reports on it actually working. One is the story of a rich noblewoman and her handmaiden,” You hear the excitement in your tone and you try to tamp it down but you just can’t. This kind of stuff is so interesting to you, “So of course the noblewoman was a grade A bitch-”

Hoseok snorts, “Classic.”

“And the handmaiden had fallen in love with her mistresses betrothed. So she performed the body swap ritual with the help of a witch doctor and apparently… It worked. They both died of old age… In each other’s bodies.”

You know the story is folklore - a fairytale spun by the spiritual to give rituals like this legitimacy - but you can’t help the thrill that travels up your spine as you recount what you’ve researched.

Hoseok raises a dark brow, “So… Why this ritual, then?”

“Because it’s different. Everyone in class will end up doing human sacrifices and even sex rituals but something like this…” You shrug and bite your bottom lip, “It will be a challenge. And there may even be limited information out there about it but… It will be fun.”

Hoseok’s lips split into a grin, “Fun?” “Yeah y’know learning something new.” You answer rolling your eyes, “Have you ever tried that? Learning?”

Hoseok watches you for a moment. Maybe you took it too far with that last jab. But fuck if he doesn’t push every one of your buttons all at the same time.

“You won’t be happy until I say yes, will you?” Hoseok leans his cheek against one of his palms, eyes scanning your face carefully.

“Nope.”

You pop the ‘p’ for emphasis. You mean business baby.

“Alright, alright fine. I’ll do it,” He shrugs, “As long as it gets us a good grade.” You grin, “Believe me. It will.”

He reaches a hand towards you and you stare at it, one eyebrow raised.

“We should shake on it,” He tells you, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “So we’re both on the same page. It’s how me and the boys agree on things.”

The boys are Hoseok’s obnoxious frat brothers. Beta Theta Sigma. You shiver. It’s not that you hate fraternities - it’s that you abhor almost everything they stand for.

Okay, so maybe you hate them. But the truth is, most frat boys are assholes. Present company included.

“Fine. Whatever gets you to shut up,” You grab the hand that’s pointing towards you and shake it once, firmly, before pulling away.

You don’t think about the fact that Hoseok’s palm was warm and big and kind of soft. No you can’t think about that.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” The toothy grin he shoots you almost makes you gag.

You wish you could say the same.

//

“So you’re telling me,” Your roommate Sana stands in the doorway of your bedroom, “That you’ve teamed up with Jung Hoseok for your biggest partner project of your entire degree?” You roll your eyes at the disbelief in her tone.

“It wasn’t my choice. We were randomly assigned together.”

“The universe hates you,” Sana wrinkles her cute little button nose, “Hoseok is kind of a meathead.”

Sana is, in many ways, just like you. She’s pre-med and probably the hardest worker you know (after yours truly of course) and she holds just as much disdain for fraternities as you do. There’s just one tiny little difference.

She’s also dating one of Hoseok’s frat brothers, Kim Namjoon.

You have to admit he’s the only guy in Beta - hell the only guy on this entire campus - worth taking a second look at.

But it does kind of soften the blow of her insults because well, Sana’s kind of friends with the rest of Beta Theta Sigma too.

“You can’t say that when you’re his friend.” You reply, raising a brow at the look she pulls.

“Actually I can say that because I’m his friend,” She shrugs, “He’s not the asshole you so fiercely think he is… But he is a bonehead. They all are. Even Joonie.”

You snort, “Joonie is not a bonehead. He’s the smartest guy I know.” “Whatever. The point is the two of you don’t always get along,” She frowns, “And I know how much this grade means to you.” “We’re going to ace it,” You answer immediately, “Plus I hate to admit it but Hoseok’s smart. Much smarter than I probably give him credit for. We’ll be fine.”

Sana’s eyes widen in that way they always do when you say anything mildly positive about Hoseok. She smirks and you know what’s coming.

“Oh is he smart?” Her tone pisses you off.

“Shut up, Sana.” “No c’mon you said it first not me,” She waggles her eyebrows, “You think he’s smart. Do you think he’s cute too? Do you want to hold hands with him and discuss history together?”

“Will you stop it?” Your cheeks flush because yes, obviously you’re annoyed at Sana’s insinuation - but the fact that once upon a time it might have been true only serves to annoy you even further.

“I’m just saying,” She grins widely this time, coming to perch on the end of your bed, “I think you two would make a cute couple.” You gag dramatically at her words.

“Don’t be like that,” She nudges you playfully, “You said it yourself. Hoseok’s smart.” “And you said it yourself…. he’s also a bonehead.” You retaliate, crossing your arms, “And a meathead. We barely get along on the best of days. Why would you want me to date someone like that?” Sana shrugs and sighs heavily.

“He’s a good guy,” She tells you sincerely, “He just gets a bad rep because he’s kind of a slut. But I think he would settle down for the right girl. Plus I know you secretly have the hots for him.”

You scoff, “I do not have the hots for Jung Hoseok.”

“Oh come on,” She pulls a face, “You’d have to be blind not to see how stunning he is.” “That doesn’t mean I’m into him.” You point out, hating the fact that she’s obviously right.

Hoseok may be an obnoxious prick, but he is gorgeous.

“I don’t know. I think there’s something there. Be it sexual tension or something more…”

“Try just regular tension,” You deadpan, “Seriously. How can you go from calling him a brainless slut one second to trying to set him up with me the next?”

“Because I have eyes Y/N. I’m not dumb. You two have chemistry. Plus he’s not brainless. Just a slut.” You laugh then.

“You are ridiculous.”

“Is it so wrong that I want my friends to be happy?” Sana purses her lips at your disdain, “I think you two could do that for one another.”

You refrain from mentioning that you are probably the only girl on campus - hell, the only girl in this entire city Hoseok refuses to flirt with.

Maybe it’s because you don’t want to hurt her feelings, or maybe it’s because you don’t want to hurt your own (it’s definitely the second one) but you think it’s better Sana doesn’t know.

Whatever chemistry she insists she sees is just something stupid her loved up brain imagines to make her feel better about the fact that she essentially abandoned you for a frat boy. “Look I’m not saying he’s the devil. I just - I want to get on with this project, survive this very last semester, graduate with a 4.0 and get into the school’s masters programme. That’s all I want.”

“And you will. Of course you will Y/N. You’re the smartest person I know.” You pull a face then, “You have to say that, you’re my friend.” “Maybe. But it’s still true.”

Sana stands then, making her way out of your bedroom and asking what you’d like for dinner. You reply with something non-committal and tell her she can decide for the both of you.

But her words stick with you.

Hoseok… A good guy?

It can’t be. No. No.

You shake your head furiously.

You’ve been down this path once before, and you won’t do it again. Not this time.

You’re going to ace the project, you’re going to graduate, and you’re never going to see Jung Hoseok again.

It’s for the best.

Right?

//

“No.”

Hoseok crosses his arms and pseudo glares at you. The pile of books sitting comfortably in front of you almost blocks your view of his face.

“What do you mean, no?” You raise a brow at him.

Hoseok is nothing if not stubborn. But two can play at that game.

“I am not spending my Saturday evening at the library researching.” His eyes flick from the textbooks to your face, and he looks less than impressed, “Don’t you have better things to do, Y/N?”

“This is better things to do.” You answer eagerly, “C’mon Hoseok. Don’t you want to ace this project?”

“Not at the expense of all my free time.” “Stop whining,” You roll your eyes and pull up the chair next to you, “Besides. This will be fun.”

Hoseok reluctantly sits down and gives you the grumpiest look he can muster.

“Fun? You’re kidding, right?”

He pulls one of the books towards him - Life in the Silla Kingdom - and groans, “Taehyung invited a model to the party tonight, Y/N. A model.” You roll your eyes at this. Kim Taehyung is one of Hoseok’s frat brothers - a poor excuse of a man if you are being absolutely honest. Taehyung is a man-whore. He wears the label loud and proud - and you hate the fact that the majority of girls seem more than willing to drop their panties for a taste of his apparently legendary dick.

“Well I’m sorry to tear you away from your evening of slutting around, but this is more important.”

You try to keep the bitterness away from your tone.

It’s not that you’re actually slut-shaming Hoseok and his friends. It’s only that you’ve spent three years sharing most of Hoseok’s classes and he’s never once tried to hit on you.

And you hate to admit it - you really, really do but that pisses you off.

You used to think Hoseok hung the stars and the moon for you. You used to watch him from the back of lecture rooms wishing he would flirt with you like he seemed to flirt with the other 99.9% of the female population.

But he didn’t. He was nice enough to you. Smiling and polite. But he never flirted. He never smirked or winked or made you feel special.

And that hurt. It still hurts.

“Y’know you should come to one of our parties some time. Let loose a little,” His eyes scan your appearance quickly, “You’re always so stiff.” You click your tongue.

And there it is. The reason, apparently, Hoseok won’t flirt with you.

You’re stiff. You’re boring.

God forbid you came to university to learn and not to party.

“Fuck off,” There’s a little more bite to your words than you probably intended, but at this point you’re not sure you care, “You don’t even know me.”

“Of course I know you.” Hoseok’s smile is devious and you feel another migraine brewing, “You’re Y/N Y/L/N. You’re twenty-one years old. You sit at the back of all the classes we take together, and you know the answers to every single question asked. You live for this shit,” He gestures to the piles of books around the both of you, “Researching. Learning. You love it all… You’re a historian at heart aren’t you? A true academic.”

You feel your cheeks heat at his description. Okay so some of it is true - you do love history and books and learning - but that doesn’t make up your entire personality.

“There’s more to me than all of that.”

“Of course, how can I forget the sweater vests, and ponytails?” His smile isn’t cruel, but it’s not kind either, “Admit it Y/N. This is where you feel at home.”

You push the book you were reading to one side, “Can you stop psycho-analysing me, please? And do what we’re meant to be doing.”

“Which is….?”

“Researching.” You bite out, pulling a face at the ‘gotcha’ look that flickers across his features.

“I told you,” He grins, smugly, like the cat who got the cream, “You live for it.”

You decide to ignore him because really, what good would it do to punch your project partner in the face on your first day working together?

Hoseok - thank god - decides to shut up, and you take this opportunity to finish the paragraph you were reading before you got so rudely interrupted.

The people of the Silla Kingdom were incredibly spiritual. They enjoyed performing rituals for almost every milestone in their life - and spent much of their time praying to their deities for good luck and prosperity.

One of these rituals, of course, was the body-swap ritual. Something usually reserved for very special or dire situations, this ritual was rarely ever actually practiced. Most witch doctors refused to take part as they believed the magic used to complete the ritual was dark.

What we know of the ritual itself was that-

“I found something important.”

Hoseok, of course, rips your attention away just when things are getting interesting. You look up, raising a brow at the man who sits across from you, pretending that the last fifteen minutes didn’t happen. As though he didn’t just basically call you the walking stereotype of a geek.

“What?”

He raises his own brow, “Who pissed in your cornflakes?”

You feel something akin to rage creeping up your spine. You want to smack him. No… You want to spit on him. No you want to pick on all of his own insecurities. Make him feel as small as he tried to make you feel.

“Are you fucking serious?”

He pouts, “Is this about what I said before?”

You’re furious. Why is he acting like he hasn’t done anything wrong? Is he really that dumb?

“What important thing did you find?”

“This is a step by step explanation of the ritual itself,” Hoseok chooses to ignore the obvious tension between you, “We should try it.”

You look at him like he’s crazy, “What?” “Yeah why not? We can include it in our project. Maybe we can even record ourselves doing it.”

Something pulses behind your eyes.

“You want to perform the body swap ritual with me?” The words sound so ridiculous you almost laugh.

“Well yeah,” Hoseok shugs, “It’s not actually going to work, is it? So why not?”

You know he’s right. The rational, logical side of your brain tells you that body swap rituals and magic are not real. That it doesn’t matter what you and Hoseok do you won’t actually swap bodies.

And yet…

“I just don’t want to do it.”

Hoseok smirks then - one eyebrow raised teasingly, “Oh right…”

His tone annoys you.

“Why are you saying it like that?”

His smirk only grows. You ignore the stupid part of you that finds that look on his face attractive, and narrow your gaze at him.

“Just admit you’re scared,” He laughs a little, “And I’ll drop it.”

“I am not scared,” Your glare intensifies, “I just think performing the ritual would be stupid. And a waste of time.”

“You’re a chicken. I get it.” Hoseok’s tone only serves to annoy you further, “Stick in the mud and a scaredy cat.”

At this point you’re seething.

“Stop that.” “Stop what?” He smirks like the cat who got the cream and you resist the urge to lean forward and flick his nose.

“Stop acting like you know me, okay? You don’t.”

You don’t get it. You don’t understand why all of a sudden Hoseok seems hellbent on upsetting you. He’s always been at least agreeable.

“Hey,” His tone softens, “Hold on. I didn’t mean to piss you off…” The apology only strokes your anger. He didn’t mean to piss you off? You scoff.

“Fuck off, Hoseok.” “No seriously.” He frowns then, pushing the tower of books between the two of you to the side, “I was just teasing.” “Okay whatever. Let’s just keep researching-” “I didn’t mean any of it.” You lift your eyes then, connecting gazes with him - his soft and almost apologetic - yours sharp and angry.

“Yes you did,” You answer harshly, “You did so don’t pretend you didn’t. I know exactly what you think of me.” You don’t care that Hoseok never flirted with you. You don’t care that he isn’t into you - you don’t even care that he thinks you’re a stick in the mud.

But you hate that he thinks he knows you. And you hate that he’s looking at you almost like he… Pities you.

You hate that.

“Y/N-” “Hoseok forget it.” Your eyes narrow, “I don’t care. I just want to do well on this project and get this degree over and done with. Do you think we can do that?”

He shuts his mouth then. His eyes are still soft, and his expression is guilty, but you don’t care.

Good. Let him feel bad.

“I’m sorry.”

The words are quite possibly the worst thing he could say to you. You snap the book you were reading shut and stand up abruptly.

“Fuck you,” You’re furious now, “You don’t get to just say whatever you want to me, whenever you want, and then expect me to be cool with it because you said sorry. That’s not how this works.”

Hoseok stands too.

“I honestly thought-” “What? That you could sit here and say all those cruel things about me and think I wouldn’t care?” You laugh, but there’s no humour to it, “I’m not a fucking robot. I have feelings too.”

“I didn’t say that,” He tries again, coming round to your side of the table.

You step away quickly, wanting nothing more than to get out of there.

“I thought you knew I was joking.” “Well I didn’t,” You bite back, “And you weren’t joking. I know exactly what you think of me now.”

And then, because suddenly all you want to do is to hurt him back you scoff and gesture towards him.

“Besides. Do you want to know what I think of you?” His eyes widen then, “Y/N…” “No seeing as you gave your lovely description of me, why don’t I do the same?” You smile cruelly, and you can feel something hot and angry climbing up your spine, “I think you’re a shallow, vein, brainless slut who only thinks with his dick. You don’t care about anybody but yourself and you certainly don’t care about all the girls whose hearts you break. You’re an asshole.”

Hoseok pauses. The dynamic shifts, and suddenly you’re the villain.

You don’t care.

“Fuck you.” He spits.

You straighten your spine, “You started this. Now deal with it.”

There is a tense moment between the two of you. Like you’re held by a piece of taut string that might snap at any time.

You think maybe Hoseok is going to shout at you. Maybe you deserve it.

Something like guilt niggles at the pit of your stomach but you push it to the side. He started this.

After a beat, he sighs heavily and straightens his shoulders.

“I think we’re done here.” His tone is cold, “We’ll talk when we’ve both cooled off.”

“Whatever.” You mumble the word - refusing to drop eye contact.

Something flickers across his face for a moment - something vulnerable and tender - but it’s gone before you can properly register it.

He grabs his backpack and swings it over his shoulder, nodding at you stiffly.

Without another word, he leaves, and the moment he’s gone, you deflate. You’re suddenly aware of the very public argument the two of you just had, and something like embarrassment flashes through you.

You look around quickly, relieved when you notice there’s nobody else around.

And why would they be? It is, after all, a Saturday.

You feel sick. You feel hot and cold and angry and even a little bit guilty.

After a moment, your phone lights up. It’s a text from Sana.

SANA: there’s a party tonight at the beta house. wanna go????

You stare at the words. You mull them over. You consider all your options.

And then, for reasons you’re not proud of, you text her back. One word.

Yes.

//

Sana is surprised of course when you say yes.

You’re surprised too. But you know exactly why you agreed to go. You know why you’ve stuffed yourself into one of Sana’s tiny little crop tops.

To prove a point. You’re not boring. You’re not stiff. You’re not just sweater vests and ponytails. You can let loose.

Jung Hoseok is wrong. And you’re going to show him exactly how wrong he is.

But the moment you walk through the front door to the Beta house, you immediately regret your decision.

“Stop fiddling,” Sana tells you, gesturing towards the hem of the top you keep pulling down, “You look good. Great, even.”

“I feel dumb.” You mutter, eyes scanning the room for a certain head of bright red hair.

You hate yourself for looking but you can't help it. You want him to see you. You want him to realise he’s wrong.

“Well you don’t look dumb. You look hot,” Sana smacks your ass gently, “Enjoy yourself. You look like you’re about to throw up.”

You roll your eyes at her and follow as she cuts her way through the crowd of people clustered around the living room.

“You want a beer?” She shouts over her shoulder.

You hesitate. It’s been a while since you’ve drank any alcohol. But you suppose one beer won’t hurt.

“Yeah alright,” You answer back, as a particularly beefy guy in a football sweater steps on your foot.

He doesn’t even bother to apologise, and you’re suddenly very aware of why you hate parties.

When the two of you finally make your way to the kitchen, Namjoon is already there, leaning against the counter talking to Park Jimin - a freshman and one of Namjoon’s friends.

“Sana!” Namjoon smiles, nice and wide when he spots his girlfriend, “Oh! Y/N!” His smile grows when he sees you.

“Hey Joonie. I finally convinced Y/N to come to one of your infamous ragers,” Sana kisses Namjoon briefly and smiles at Jimin, “Hey Jiminie.” Jimin grins, “Hey there.” Park Jimin is one of Namjoon’s childhood friends and a firm believer that fraternities and sororities for that matter, rot the human mind. Both Hoseok and the rest of Beta have tried to rush him so many times, but Jimin refuses to be swept up in it. So, of course, you think he’s a pretty cool guy.

“Hello,” You smile politely, “Long time no see Namjoon. Nice to see you again Jimin.”

“You too. I heard you and Hoseok are partnered up for your big end of grade project.” Your blood boils again at the mention of him, and your smile turns tight.

“Ah. Yeah we are.” Jimin smirks, “My condolences.”

You snort out a laugh. Yeah, Jimin’s not bad at all really.

“Whatever do you mean?” You lay on the sarcasm nice and thick, “Hoseok is so agreeable.” Jimin scoffs, “Isn’t he just?”

“He was in an awful mood today,” Namjoon adds, rolling his eyes, “Made it very clear his intention was to get absolutely shit faced tonight.” You feel a lick of satisfaction (and maybe a little bit of guilt) at the revelation that Hoseok is in any way negatively affected by what happened earlier on at the library, but you decide not to mention the conversation.

After all, Jimin and Namjoon are his friends and it would just be putting them in a weird position. If Hoseok doesn’t want to tell them himself, then neither will you.

Sana grabs a few beers from the plethora of drinks stacked to her left and passes you one.

“Doesn’t Hoseok always get shit faced?” She pulls a face, “That man is unstoppable when he starts.”

Jimin rolls his eyes taking a swig from his own beer, “D’you guys remember at the Christmas party last year? He used my Nike Airs as a throw up receptacle.”

Namjoon shivers and groans.

“The bathroom smelled like puke for weeks. Jesus. He really doesn’t have an off button, sometimes.”

“That sounds horrific,” You mutter, scoffing a gentle laugh, “I can’t believe you guys let him get away with that shit.”

“We didn’t let him get away with it. Didn’t you hear Sana? He’s unstoppable.” Jimin’s eyes flicker towards the doorway of the kitchen, “Shit. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.”

Your eyes move to follow Jimin’s and when you settle on a shock of cherry red hair, something in your stomach turns.

Shit. This was a bad idea.

Hoseok is flanked, of course, by resident fuck boy Kim Taehyung - and one of the older frat members, Kim Seokjin. You’ve only met Jin a handful of times but you’ve come to rank him on nearly the same level as Taehyung.

He is equally as obnoxious and bone-headed.

His one saving grace? Jin secretly volunteers at the Big Brother programme your college offers to underprivileged kids in the city. You’ve seen him at the middle school, on Saturday mornings, and his little brother Changkyun thinks the sun and moon rise with him.

Seokjin asked you very discreetly, once, if you could keep what you had seen to yourself, and you obliged. After all, the last thing you want is for Jin to drop out of the programme and leave little Changkyun without a big brother.

So you shut your mouth, and suffer through his frat boy persona, in silence.

Hoseok’s eyes scan the room slowly, and after a moment, you lock your gaze with his.

Shit. He is furious. His brow furrows and he turns to shout something to Taehyung over the music, before making his way out of the kitchen quickly. You hate to think it, but you know he left because he’d seen you.

Taehyung’s eyes dip towards you and he raises a singular brow, before shrugging his shoulders and turning to follow Hoseok. Jin doesn’t even bother meeting your eyes.

You feel something sting in your chest. Your heart turns.

It shouldn’t have bothered you but it does. Hoseok is avoiding you.

You take a long gulp from your beer to tamp down the disappointment curdling in your chest and try to tune into the conversation Namjoon, Sana and Jimin are currently having about whether or not it is possible to make contact with aliens.

Shit.

This is going to be a long night.

//

It is several hours later when you realise you are drunk.

You can count on one hand the amount of times this has happened. You never usually like getting drunk, but for some reason tonight is different.

The beer helped relax you, and then it helped you forget the awkwardness with Hoseok, and then it helped you ignore why you hated the awkwardness with Hoseok so much.

Your heart doesn’t ache so much now that you are drunk.

“Woah there,” Sana catches your arm, “You’re a little unsteady on your feet cowboy.”

You are currently trying to dance to some remixed early 2000’s EDM hit. Maybe you should feel embarrassed - both at your inebriated state, and your complete lack of coordination - but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Sana’s smile is a little weary as she grabs your shoulders gently, “Are you okay?” You throw up a peace sign with one hand, and a thumbs up with the other.

“Just peachy,” A hiccup slips out, “I wanna daaaaaance.” Sana seems dubious at your reply.

“We should get you some water.” She turns to Namjoon, who is still debating the existence of aliens with Jimin, “Can you get Y/N some water?”

Namjoon gives you a look of pity.

Jimin shakes his head, “Oh how the mighty have fallen.” You summon up the best glare you can manage, and Namjoon scurries away, followed quickly by Jimin, who brings up the possibility of life on mars for the third time that night.

You turn to Sana, and notice there’s two of her standing in front of you.

Strange.

“Y’know Hoseok hates me,” You suddenly need to get it off your chest, “He hates me and he’s never flirted with me. I don’t know why you think we’d make a good couple because… We wouldn’t.”

You hiccup again, and Sana frowns deeply.

“He doesn’t hate you, Y/N.” “Yes he does,” You feel something like tears prick your eyes, “I called him a brainless slut.”

Sana’s eyes widen. She seems stunned.

“What?” “We had a fight,” You wipe your eyes harshly. When did you start crying?, “In the library. And I said he was a heartless asshole who only thinks with his dick.”

Sana is silent for a moment. Then she sighs heavily.

“Well that was a little harsh.” You pout, “He deserved it.”

Before Sana can say anything more on the matter, you spot that same head of red hair. You set your jaw determinedly and start to make your way across the room.

Hoseok hasn’t seen you yet, and you consider the element of surprise your friend, in this situation.

Sana, however, has different plans. She pulls you back by your elbow and raises a brow.

“What are you doing?” She asks plainly.

“Going to talk to Hoseok.” She shakes her head, “No you’re not. You’re gonna sit right here,” She leads the both of you over to a ratty couch pushed into the far left corner of the room, “And you’re going to wait for your water.” You feel tears well again.

“I need to talk to him.” “Y/N you don’t.” Sana is firm, “You need to sober up and then you can think about having a conversation with him.”

Just as Sana finishes her sentence, a tall, skinny freshman barrels into her out of nowhere. They’re both knocked down, and Sana is disorientated as she stares up into the freshman’s apologetic eyes.

“Oh my god!” The freshman scrambles up, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve looked where I was going. Are you okay?” She offers Sana a hand, and against your better judgement you use this as your moment to escape. With Sana distracted, you stand quickly, making a beeline for Hoseok, and ignoring Sana’s eventual cries to stop.

She’s too slow, and before she can physically pull you back, you find yourself standing in front of Hoseok. His dark eyes fall on you, and he raises a brow.

For some reason, you really expected him to be drunk, but instead his eyes are startlingly clear. He hasn’t had a drop of alcohol, it seems.

“Y/N.” His voice is rough.

You feel Sana grabbing your elbow and you shove her away.

“Hoseok.” You lift your chin, “You’ve been avoiding me.” A muscle in his jaw ticks. He’s pissed.

Well. So what? So are you.

“Sorry Hoseok,” Sana tries to apologise on your behalf, “She’s really drunk.” Hoseok throws her a terse smile, “It’s okay Sana. Let her talk. She’s clearly got something she wants to say.”

“No this is a really bad idea…” Sana tries to pull you away again but you stand your ground, despite your drunken state.

“Y’know,” You point an angry finger at Hoseok’s chest, “We should perform that body swap ritual. You wouldn’t last a day with my responsibilities,” You scoff angrily, “And what would I have to do? Get drunk and act like a massive dick.”

You know you’re taking it too far. Hoseok’s eyes darken and you’re struck by the thought that you shouldn’t be saying things like this.

Why are you provoking him?

“Sana’s right.” He grits his teeth, “You are drunk. So I’m going to forget everything you just said.”

Your eyes widen. He’s giving you an out.

He’s giving you what… Mercy?

No. No way. He’s not about to stand there and somehow act like he’s above all of this. You narrow your gaze.

“Fuck you,” You spit, “After everything you said earlier… You want to act like I’m the bitch now?”

You feel bile rising to your throat but you shove it down. You’re not going to throw up. And you’re definitely not going to throw up on Hoseok.

“I’m saying you’re drunk Y/N. It’s late.” His eyes flicker, “Go home.”

Namjoon has somehow made his way over to you, Jimin in tow, and they too try to stop whatever the fuck is going on between you and Hoseok.

Jimin touches your elbow gently

“Hey, Y/N c’mon…”

You shrug him off and take another step towards Hoseok - nose almost brushing his.

“Do it.” Your eyes challenge him, “If you’ve got any balls I dare you to do it. Perform the body swap ritual.”

Hoseok’s nostrils flare. He’s so angry at you.

Maybe any other time you’d care. But right now you just want him to react. You can’t stand his stony glare - or the way he’s acting like you’re somehow in the wrong, here.

You hate that he’s trying to take the high road. You want him down here with you - bitter and venomous.

“I’m not going to do anything.” He arches a brow, “Listen to your friends.”

You take a big gulp of breath in. He seems determined not to let you win this one.

And then somewhere, deep inside your gut, you pull something out. Something you know will cause irreparable damage. And yet… You can’t help it.

You’re like a woman possessed.

“Fuck. You really are a loser.” The words are like acid, and they burn your mouth, “Brainless slut with absolutely no ambition. Bet your parents are so proud of you.” Somewhere in the recesses of your mind, you remember Sana telling you something about Hoseok’s mom. You think on it for just a second, and then your chest tightens.

Shit, shit, shit.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” This comes from Namjoon, who pulls you back from Hoseok harshly, “That was a low blow.”

Your mind reels.

“Oh my god Hoseok.” You turn to him, “I’m so sorry-”

“Fuck you,” He answers venemously, “Fucking bitch.”

And without another word he storms off. For the first time since your altercation began, you notice Jin hovering to the left of where Hoseok was standing. He frowns.

“Y’know his mom’s sick right? Like… Really sick.” He sighs heavily, “I know Hoseok can be an asshole. But that was a dick move.”

Without another word Jin slinks after his friend and you turn to Sana, feeling sick to your stomach.

You open your mouth to tell her that you need to leave… And before you can say a word, you're throwing up.

Great.

Could this night get any better?

//

You wake the next morning with a banging headache. Your eyes peel open slowly, blearily, and for a moment you’re struck by how dark your room is.

Your blinds have been broken for nearly six months. How is it that you’ve somehow managed to block out all sunlight this morning?

You groan and turn to the side, wondering if it might still be night time, but the sound of cars and people outside quickly proves that theory wrong.

Fuck. This is why you don’t drink.

You remember, all too vividly, your awful, horrendous conversation with Hoseok and suddenly you want to vomit again.

You know you crossed the proverbial line in the sand. There’s no way he’s ever going to want to speak to you again, and the truth is you understand why not.

Why the fuck would you say something like that?

So cruel and angry?

Your chest hurts, and your headache is splitting, and all at once you feel like the worst person on the planet.

The guilt gnaws away at your heart, and you wonder if it will make a home there for a while. You decide you probably deserve it.

With a groan, you roll over, reaching for your bedside table to grab your phone, and finding, instead, air.

What?

You try to find your furniture in the darkness, and when nothing turns up, you quirk a brow. What the fuck. Did you move your bedside table around in your drunkenness too?

Your headache intensifies at the thought and you press a hand to your temples, trying to force it away.

After a moment you push yourself off your bed, rising to your feet and reaching for the light switch that usually sits just to the left of your bed. But you don't find it.

You stumble around in the dark - wondering just how hungover you truly are that you’ve suddenly forgotten the entire layout of your bedroom - when the door swings open. You turn quickly, ready to reprimand Sana for entering without knocking and finding instead that Kim Taehyung stands before you.

And not only is he standing before you. He is also currently incredibly topless.

“Morning,” He holds a bowl of cereal, “How’s it cracking?”

You stare at him incredulously. And then, of course, you do the only normal thing you can think to do.

You scream.

But when you scream your voice doesn’t sound like your voice. It sounds low and gravelly and… Why the fuck is Kim Taehyung in your house?

And why is he so chill about it?

“What the fuck?” Taehyung jumps, and a splash of milk hits the ground, “What are you screaming about dude? It’s like nine AM.”

And then you notice the full length mirror standing just to the left of Taehyung. The room is still dark - illuminated only by the open door Taehyung is standing in front of - but you see your reflection staring back at you clearly enough.

And the two dark eyes blinking at you are not the eyes you grew up knowing.

Because looking back at you through the reflection of the mirror is Jung fucking Hoseok’s body.

It takes you approximately ten seconds before you faint and his body hits the ground.

//

You wake up less than a minute later surrounded by the boys of house Beta. Taehyung is blinking down at you - as are Jin and Namjoon - and you notice Min Yoongi too (the most elusive Beta member) snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“Dude I told you not to drink so much last night.” Taehyung seems relieved when you - or well when Hoseok - sit up, “Fuck that Y/N chick. She’s a bitch.”

You can barely hear him over the fuzziness in your brain.

You’re asleep, right? You must be asleep.

There’s no way you’re sat on the Beta Theta Sigma house floor, in Jung Hoseok’s body nursing the worst hangover of your life.

You pinch yourself. You pinch yourself so hard you yelp and Taehyung arches a brow.

“Hoseok. What the fuck is going on man?” He lowers his face towards you, “You’re acting weird.”

Hoseok. He called you Hoseok.

Suddenly you want to hyperventilate. No you’re sure you’re going to hyperventilate.

“He needs coffee.” Yoongi moves just as Taehyung and Jin help you to your feet, “I’ll go make some.”

He hovers away and when you stand you look around Hoseok’s bedroom - basketball posters on the wall - a simple bed without a frame (of course) and a wardrobe the size of a box, almost.

It’s clean at least. And neat.

Shit. Fuck. This can not be happening.

“Listen Hobi, I know what Y/N said last night was really shitty,” This comes from Namjoon, whose eyes are serious but kind, “But she was just drunk. She felt awful afterwards.”

You swallow thickly. Something like a lump settles at the bottom of your throat.

You need water.

“She means well.” He continues, “She’s just a little….”

“Bit of a bitch,” Taehyung finishes for Namjoon, shaking his head furiously, “Fuck her. She ruined your night. You don’t need that shit in your life.”

“He's got to finish the end of term project with her,” Jin reminds Taehyung almost studiously. He turns to you, “I think it would be a good idea to find some middle ground.”

You know you have to say something. You have to.

Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung are staring at you. Or well at Hoseok.

You have to say something before they think you’ve completely lost it.

You clear your throat.

Well you clear Hoseok’s throat, but at this point the semantics don’t matter.

“Okay.” You say slowly. You hear Hoseok’s voice - deep and gravelly and broken up from sleep and drinking, “I’ll talk to her.”

“Atta boy,” Namjoon steps towards you and claps you good-naturedly on the shoulder, “She really is a great person-”

And then somewhere to your left, Hoseok’s phone starts to ring. You recognise the opening notes to ‘Anaconda’ by Nikki Minaj and bite back an eye roll.

Definitely not the time for that. Instead, you turn sharply, suddenly sensing the person on the other side of the phone is Hoseok.

Or well, it’s you. But it’s Hoseok in your body.

Oh God this was going to give you another migraine.

You scramble to grab the phone that has been tossed unceremoniously to the foot of the bed and pick it up quickly, swiping to answer.

“Hello,” You sound breathless.

“Y/N?” It’s your voice speaking back to you and suddenly everything is so strange and surreal that you’re worried you might faint again.

“Uh yes. Yeah. It’s me.”

“What the fuck is happening?” Hoseok sounds bewildered, “What the fuck happened last night?” “I don’t remember,” You hiss, turning slightly to see that the other boys have left you to your own devices. You walk towards the door and slam it shut, just as Taehyung throws you a middle finger from across the hallway.

He’s still eating that damn cereal.

“All I know is that I woke up this morning… And I was you.” The words sound so ridiculous and yet somehow they’re true.

“This is my literal worst nightmare,” Hearing your voice like this is weird, but you suppose in the grand scheme of things it’s not the worst thing to happen to you this morning, “What the fuck. I don’t know what to do. I’ve avoided Sana as best I can, but she’s insisted on bringing me coffee from the cafe by campus.”

You're pacing Hoseok’s room, trying very hard to avoid eye contact with the expanse of hairy pale legs sticking out from the pyjama shorts Hoseok is wearing.

“I keep thinking this is some horrible dream,” You mutter, tugging a hand through Hoseok’s incredibly short hair, “What the fuck.”

Hoseok makes a sound of disbelief from the other side of the phone, and then sighs deeply.

“You need to come over.”

“What?” “You need to come over, Y/N,” He tells you matter of factly, and you try to focus on anything other than the fact that you’re hearing your own voice talk to you in real time, “We need to figure this out.”

You know he’s right of course.

“What do I tell your friends?”

His throat clears.

“Tell them you’re going to see Jisoo.”

Jisoo?

You bite back the urge to ask who that is, because you’re pretty sure you already know the answer.

“Okay.” You feel sick again, “I’ll see you soon.”

He hangs up the phone without another word and you finally turn to look at yourself properly in the mirror. Hoseok’s big brown eyes stare back at you, and you feel so strange you have to blink several times to clear the feeling.

You’re topless. Hoseok’s abs are cut to perfection and you feel bad for momentarily ogling them.

You hate to admit it but fuck he’s hot.

You know you have to put clothes on - Hoseok can’t walk around the streets topless - but you feel weird rooting through his things. Like you’re overstepping a boundary.

You try not to think of the very horrible boundary you overstepped last night, and instead force yourself to open the closet door and pull out the first sweater your fingers come into contact with. You decide to keep the pyjama shorts on - your brain cannot currently deal with a pantless Hoseok - and slip on a pair of sneakers.

It’s an awful look, but if anybody asks you’ll blame the hangover.

You grab Hoseok’s phone and slip it into the pocket of the sweater you’re wearing, opening the door and slipping out into the hallway.

Taehyung is still standing in the hallway, just outside the kitchen, nursing that same bowl of cereal. He quirks a brow at your appearance.

“Where are you going?” He asks bluntly.

You take a deep breath.

“Jisoo’s.” Taehyung’s eyebrow arches all the way towards his hairline.

“Right now?” His eyes scan your appearance, “Looking like that?”

You try to act debonair, throwing Taehyung a smirk.

“Not like she cares what I’m wearing,” You answer, adding on a chuckle for full asshole effect, “Right?”

Taehyung’s eyes narrow for a moment.

You worry that you said the wrong thing. Shit. But then his face breaks out into a boxy grin and he chuckles.

“I don’t know how you do it man.” Taehyung’s grin widens, “Girls flock to you even when you turn up looking like that.”

“Right,” Your chest tightens at the thought of girls flocking to Hoseok, but you push it down and try to grin, “Well. Y’know me. I’m a regular casanova.” Taehyung snorts a laugh and Yoongi appears behind him, holding a flask.

“Your coffee.” He tells you seriously, “You’ll need it to get through the day.”

Oh. How right he was.

//

You turn up to your own front door less than twenty minutes later, pressing the buzzer and wondering for a moment what the fuck you’re going to say if Sana opens the door.

How the hell are you going to explain a very hungover Jung Hoseok turning up to your apartment first thing on a Sunday morning? Especially when the two of you didn’t exactly end things on good terms last night.

But when the door swings open and you’re faced with yourself you breathe a sigh of relief. Then a wave of anxiety and sickness passes through you, reminding you once again that you’re in Hoseok’s fucking body.

“Come on. Quickly,” Hoseok pulls you inside the apartment, and you try to ignore being faced with your own body - that you’re not inside.

Has anybody in the history of the world ever had to deal with this?

You follow Hoseok wordlessly into your own room, and try not to think too hard about the implications behind that. Hoseok is in your room. The bed isn’t made (why does that not surprise you?) but everything else is tidy, thank God. And despite all the fucking weirdness today has brought on so far, you’re thankful at least for that.

“What the fuck,” Hoseok stares at you - widening your eyes, “What the fuck is happening. You’re me. And I’m you.” He tugs a hand through your unruly hair and you wince.

“Ow.” He grunts and you give him a sympathetic smile.

“You can’t just run your fingers through it,” You tell him, “You need to condition first. Then brush in the shower.” The look on your face is absolute disbelief when Hoseok turns to you.

“You’re kidding, right?” You bite your bottom lip, “Sorry. Just trying to help.”

Hoseok softens the lines around your eyes and sighs heavily, sitting at the edge of your bed and placing his head in his hands. He makes a strangled sound.

“This can’t be happening.”

You join Hoseok on the bed, feeling your own shoulders deflate.

“We have to go through the events of last night,” You start slowly, trying to find something - anything - that might help you explain what the fuck is going on, “Maybe we can figure out a way to… Reverse it.” You feel so useless. Hoseok blinks at you.

“Reverse the fact that we have somehow swapped bodies?”

The reality of the situation slaps you across the face again. You feel winded.

“Yeah,” You conclude, “We can’t just live like this forever.”

Hoseok takes a deep breath, “After our little… Altercation last night…I got wasted. All I can remember is telling Jin again and again how,” He shifts a little, and your eyes meet for a moment before he drops contact, “Awful I thought you were. He kept telling me to forget it but I wouldn’t.”

You suck in a sharp breath. You feel terrible for what you said last night and you want to apologise again.

“I am sorry,” You say as sincerely as you can, “Really, Hoseok. What I said last night was incredibly shitty and you didn’t deserve that.”

He sighs heavily, and the atmosphere thickens.

“You’re right I didn’t deserve it. But none of that matters right now,” He stands abruptly - and for the first time you notice what Hoseok has chosen to dress you in. Sweats and a t-shirt.

God. If Sana saw you looking like that she would definitely think something was very wrong.

“I think… Maybe…. In my drunken anger,” Hoseok paces the length of your room and then pauses, turning to face you, “I think I might have performed the ritual.”

There is a beat. Then you clear your throat.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

“I think I performed the body swap ritual. The one you kept insisting I did.” The words fall like concrete between the two of you, “I think I got back to my room and I was so fucking pissed off at you that I thought you actually deserved it. Living as me for a while.”

He gestures towards you - stuck in his body - and shrugs.

“I guess it worked.”

“Oh my god,” You feel sick again, “So you’re saying an ancient Sillan ritual that bares absolutely no solid evidence in the real world has somehow worked and that’s why the two of us have swapped bodies?” You feel lost.

“Yeah.” He scoffs, “It sounds fucking insane. But it’s the only explanation I have.”

You want to tell him he’s being ridiculous. Want to tell him that there has to be some logical, rational explanation for all of this but the truth is - there isn’t.

You woke up this morning in Jung Hoseok’s body. He woke up in your body.

And apart from some stupid drunken ritual he apparently performed last night, there’s absolutely no other explanation for this. You lick your bottom lip and stand.

“Okay. Fine. We have to go then.”

Hoseok raises one of your brows, “Go?” “To the library.” You clarify, “We need to figure out how to switch us back.”

Hoseok winces. Then he nods.

“Yeah. Yeah okay. Let’s go.”

But of course, the moment you stand to make your way over to the door, it is thrown open quickly and a very dishevelled-looking Sana greets you. You almost forget how to breathe.

Sana’s face drops quickly, as her eyes move between the two of you. She raises a brow all the way up into her hairline, and her gaze widens.

“Oh my god,” She whispers holding two takeaway cups of coffee, “Hoseok? What the fuck are you doing here?”

You realise all at once that she’s looking at you of course - because for all intents and purposes you are Hoseok - and you clear your throat quickly, trying to push down the dread building it’s way towards the surface.

“Good morning to you too, Sana.”

You try to play it nonchalant, but Sana isn’t having any of it.

“If I had known Y/N had company I would have offered you a coffee too.”

You try to smirk, “It’s alright. I already had mine.” You hold up the flask of coffee Yoongi made you earlier and Sana’s eyes narrow. She bites her bottom lip.

“Did you stay the night?”

The question immediately causes you to flush. She grins.

“Oh my god you did-”

Hoseok, of course, stops this thought right in its tracks.

You try not to think about why the thought of the two of you sleeping together seems to cause him so much disgust, and focus instead on the fact that he’s trying to help you out.

“Stop being stupid Sana,” He speaks in that clipped tone of yours, and suddenly you hate how prim and proper you sound, “Hoseok is only here for the project.”

Sana frowns.

“But aren’t you guys hungover? Why the fuck would you choose to do work on today of all days?” She eyes you both suspiciously, “You’re not hiding something from me, are you?”

You look to Hoseok, who shakes his head.

“We’re hungover. But there’s no rest for the wicked right?” He smiles and you can see how awkward it is - you’d never smile like that, especially not at Sana - but there’s nothing you can do about it, “We want to ace this.”

Sana turns to you next, eyes softening as she lifts the side of her mouth gently.

“So you two are okay after last night?”

The question is directed at Hoseok but of course he can’t answer it. Instead she’s looking right at you because you woke up this morning and somehow you were Hoseok.

“Yeah uh, Y/N apologised,” Hoseok’s voice sounds gruff and you cough slightly, “We’re fine now. She was really sorry and she was drunk. But that’s the devil’s juice for you.” The devil’s juice?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Sana sighs, “Well as long as you two are okay…”

Hoseok steps forward quickly, grabbing the second coffee cup from Sana’s hands and sliding past her quickly.

“We’re fine,” He assures her, smiling briefly, “We really need to go now Sana. The library awaits.”

You feel lost all over again. Your best friend nods and moves out of the way to let you pass through, when all you want is a big, fat hug from her.

But you can’t ask her of course, because that would mean getting Sana to hug Hoseok. And that would bring with it a whole load of questions. Instead you smile at her softly, and follow after Hoseok, watching the back of your own head as he cuts straight towards the front door.

“Don’t study too hard,” Sana’s voice follows you as Hoseok throws the portal open, “And make sure you’re back for dinner. Namjoon’s coming over for games night. And he’s bringing Jungkook.”

You internally groan at that.

When Sana’s not trying to set you up with Hoseok, she’s trying her hand at matchmaking by attempting to set you up with Namjoon’s little brother, Jungkook. He’s a sophomore at a different university and he’s nice enough but you just don’t have time for any of that.

“Uh… Yeah sure.” Hoseok throws back, “I’ll see you then.”

You both step out into the hallway and once the door slams shut, he turns to you carefully, gaze intense.

“I would just like you to know,” He takes a swig from the coffee Sana brought, “This is the worst hangover of my life.” You groan in agreement.

“Ditto.”

//

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[mint-yooxgi]

Childhood best friend! Haechan meeting with you after a long time

The last place you expected to run into your childhood best friend would definitely be at a university halfway around the world.

"Donghyuk, oh my goodness, is that you?" A smile is on your face as the man in question looks towards you.

His brow furrows slightly in confusion until recognition lights up his face, a large smile pulling at his lips as he wraps you in a hug.

"Holy- it's so good to see you again!" You can hear the happiness in his voice, and you can't help the joyful laugh that escapes your lips.

"I'm gonna go meet up with Mark for lunch, I'll see you later," the guy Haechan had been standing with says, already heading off to find this 'Mark' guy.

"How've you been? Oh my god, it feels like it's been ages since I last saw you," you say, pulling away from his bear hug in order to examine his face, him doing the same to you. Both of you come to the same conclusion after a few moments: beautiful.

"I've been good!" He replies, before the two of you launch into catching each other up with what has been going on in your lives recently.

The whole time you're together, the smiles never leave your faces. It's so wonderful to see each other again, and you both promise that this won't be the last time, either. You both want to get to know each other better once more, and maybe even see where things go from here. Especially if Donghyuk has anything to say about it, considering his old crush on his best friend seems to have reemerged full force.

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one night light

one night light

✩epilogue✩

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one night light

You and Huimang were on the train going back to Seoul. As your daughter quietly watched a movie on her tablet, you lay your head to rest on the window. 

It’s been two weeks since you were in your apartment, since you saw any of your friends, since you last talked to Hobi. You weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t miss him. Despite only having a few moments together, you missed laughing by his side. 

The last text he sent you was about talking face to face. The two of you haven’t seen each other in person since the fight. And though you two were very angry at each other at that moment, the bitter feelings has died down. It wasn’t completely gone, but it wasn’t as bad as the start. 

As you replayed the moments in your head, your heart continued to ache. You knew about Hobi’s past and how broken he must’ve been, but to be thought and told that you were doing the same thing as what hurt him, hurt you. Throughout this past weeks, you continue to blame him. It’s his fault that we  aren’t together at this moment. He went behind my back. He didn’t trust me when I said Huimang was his. You didn’t understand why. You’ve never been with any other guy before that night with Hobi, and you didn’t have any other relationship after either. You had a daughter to focus on. Who else would be Huimang’s father other than him? How can he not believe that? With the quiet three hours back to Seoul, you thought back. Preparing yourself for your conversation with Hobi. You had to deal with this maturely. You couldn’t just keep screaming at him or arguing with him that this is all on him. That he’s at fault for not trusting you, for going behind your back. 

But is it really just his fault?

He was drunk that night. He doesn’t remember much. If someone were to walk into your life claiming to be with you six years ago without you having any recollection of that person, that would be sketchy. 

You start to realize your part in the situation too. 

When you found out you were pregnant with Huimang, you didn’t bother contacting Hobi. You kept her a secret for six years. You pop into his life claiming that he’s the father of your child, he has to gain your trust. Especially after what happened to him before you came back into his life. His heart was broken into a million pieces and he was only able to piece it together after you and Huimang came and his hope of being able to have love again was slowly coming back. The thought of you hurting him was at the back of his mind and he didn’t believe you would do such a thing until someone brought it up. The guy is broken, he loves you and Huimang with all the shattered pieces of his heart. The thought of Huimang not being his will hurt more than anything that has ever happened to him. As much as he trusts you, it’s going to hurt as much if he ever finds out you were lying. 

When you were younger, you gave Huimang her name, not because her dad’s stage name was J-Hope, but because she was living hope that you would find each other again one day and things would end up how they were supposed to. Huimang is what’s holding you two together. Hope, is what’s holding you together. 

“Mommy,” Huimang called, softly, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Yes baby? What’s wrong?” She reaches out her arms and you pick her up onto your lap. She wraps her short arms around you and lays her head on your chest. The both of you were facing the window in silence. You caress her soft hair and hum as she hugs you a bit tighter. 

“Are you and daddy fighting?” She whispers. You stop.

“What makes you say that sweetie?” You asks as she sits up and looks at you face to face.

“He hasn’t called. Is he mad at me too?” You give her a sad smile and shake your head.

“No, no, daddy loves you, he’d never be mad at you.”

“Then why hasn’t he called?” She asks, her eyebrows knitting together. You gently rub her cheeks.

“He’d rather see you in person that’s all.” You say. Your heart ached. You remember telling Hobi that the two weeks you were gone would be a good way to have a break from each other. You didn’t quite think that it would affect Huimang and you just felt selfish. “We’re going to see him right when we get off at Seoul, don’t worry, okay?” She nods, a small smile on her lips. “I’m sure daddy misses you a lot.” 

✩✩✩✩

It was about two and a half hours in, Huimang was fast asleep on your lap. You were just mindlessly scrolling through twitter, catching up on your friend’s posts that you didn’t get to see while you were working.

You thought about what you told Huimang earlier, seeing Hobi right when you get off. Would he be there to pick you two up? Even if you didn’t ask him to? Does he even remember that you two are going to have your talk? You knew you two were on a break from each other, but you can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking about you too. 

Since you knew that you two were going to be getting home late, Taehyung offered to pick you up. You were the closest with him out of all the other guys and girls. You knew your girl friends had their own lives, kids, and significant others to worry about, you didn’t want to be a burden. You constantly checked your phone, it wasn’t long until you get to Seoul, but Taehyung hasn’t texted you yet. 

✩✩✩✩

About five minutes before your stop, your phone dings. It was Taehyung. You unlock your phone to read his text and your heart stops beating for a second. 

“hey noona, sorry.. i thought i sent you a message but i guess i didn’t hit send hehe 😅 but hoseok hyung wanted to pick you up instead of it being me. i know i should’ve asked you first if it was okay, but i figured you two can warm up first before you talk it out when you get home. plus i was texting little huimang, she says she misses daddy.”

I guess you were seeing Hoseok sooner than expected. You weren’t mad, you were actually a little glad that you get to see him, but you were also nervous for your talk.    

✩✩✩✩

Hoseok drove up to the station to pick up you and Huimang. He’s missed the both of you over the course of these two weeks. He spent the entire time thinking about what he’s done and even talking to his brothers on how he should fixed things. 

Jin told him to talk it out with you.

Namjoon told him to explain why he did what he did.

Yoongi told him to let you know what he’s afraid of.

The maknae line told him to open up. 

Surprisingly, Taehyung was the one who told him that he’s got a family now and he can’t just do things on his own and live so carelessly like he used to before you two came along. Taehyung explained how a relationship takes two. You have to learn your faults and mistakes, your likes and dislikes, your insecurities and fears. You have to gain trust that was once broken by someone else. You have to heal each other’s hearts. 

So throughout this two weeks, Hobi prepared for the talk that you two would have today. He wasn’t going to wing it, he wanted to show you that he truly cares. He wanted to be able to tell you everything, without missing a single beat. He even took a few days off at work to prepare things at home for you and Huimang. Which Jihun wasn’t happy about. 

After practice finished, Jihun went to Hoseok and asked him what’s up with him and why hasn’t he been there much the past weeks.

“It’s gotta be because of that girl isn’t it,” he said. It pissed off Hobi so much. He didn’t answer until everyone left the studio. 

“Yes,” he said. “Yes it’s because I’m trying to do something nice for her to apologize for the mess you created.” Jihun frowned. 

“What did I do?” Hoseok laughed at this and told him to get out and not to come back. Jihun had no part in his life and he wasn’t allowed to make assumptions about people in his life either. He tried to get into his head and he did, Hoseok wasn’t going to let it happen again. Besides, Jihun was an as*hole anyways. 

✩✩✩✩

The two of you should be getting down in a few minutes. Hobi stood there by a post, waiting to see his two favorite girls come down. He looked at his wrist to check the time when he heard a high pitched scream.

“Daddy! You did came!” Yelled Huimang. She lets go of your hand and runs straight to Hobi’s open arms. You smile at their interactions as Hoseok hugs her tight and picks her up. He looks over at you and smiles softly. 

“Hey,” you said, the first word you’ve said to him in a while.

“Hey.”

“Um.. thanks for picking us up.” 

“Y-yeah of course, umm, is this the only bags you brought? Let me carry them,” he says, trying to take it away from you.

“No, it’s okay. I got it.” 

“Okay.. well let’s go in the car, it’s getting cold.”

✩✩✩✩

“How far did you park?” You asked, shivering. 

“Well there wasn’t any parking spots so I had to park on a sidewalk, we’re almost there don’t worry.” Hoseok wraps his jacket around Huimang, she snuggles closer into her dad’s chest. He looks over at you and sees your teeth chattering. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, clearly you were freezing.

“Y-ye-ah, i-i’m fi-ne.” Hoseok rolls his eyes at your response.

“Aish, why didn’t you wear a thicker jacket,” he says, using his free hand to pull you into a side hug. 

✩✩✩✩

The ride home wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Music played softly in the background while Huimang told Hobi stories of what happened during the two weeks you two were gone. 

“And we visited Ulsan Grand Park and it reminded me of uncle Joonie and Moonji. I think they’ll like it there. We should go there someday with them daddy.” Huimang said happily in the back seat. You sat in the front with Hobi. Huimang would worry if you didn’t. 

“Yeah I think uncle Joonie and little Moonji would like that, I’ll ask them about it,” Hobi says, smiling at her through the rear view mirror. 

You’ve been quiet throughout the car ride, looking out the window just watching all the cars pass by. 

You were still a little cold, mostly your hands. You kept them between your thighs to keep warm.

“Are you still cold?” Hoseok asks you, he reaches his arm out to turn the heater up.

“No, it’s just my hands.” He glances at you for a good second before turning back to the road. Turning the volume to whatever song was playing up. Slowly, he reaches over to hold your hand. You hesitate for a second, but you let him hold it anyways. The warmth of his hand quickly making you feel better. 

✩✩✩✩

“Thanks for taking us home Hobi,” you say as you all get on the elevator.

“Of course, Yn. I wasn’t going to leave you guys at the station.”

“Taehyung could’ve taken us.”

“I wanted to see my girls,” he says, looking over at you. You look away from his eyes. 

“Are we.. are we still going to have our talk?” You asked softly, not loud enough for Huimang to hear. Hoseok nods.

“We’ll talk at my place.” You nod your head. The elevator door opens and the three of you walk out. 

When you three walked into Hobi’s place, it was the same place, but for some reason, it felt different. 

“Let me put that in our room,” Hobi says, taking your bags from you and walking into the hallway. You watch him leave and you turn towards Huimang.

“Mommy can I go to my room please?” You nod, taking her hand to hold.

“Are you sleepy?” You asked, looking at your phone for the time. You didn’t notice that it was way past her bedtime. “Oh, you should be in bed now.”

“Turn on the lights please mommy, it’s too dark,” Huimang says, unable to see her bedroom door from the beginning of the hallway. You turn the switch on for the hallway lights and a gasp escapes your lips.

“Hey! It’s us!” Huimang yells. The once long and dark hallway was now filled with several framed pictures. There were pictures of you and Hobi in some frames. Others were family pictures of either the whole group or you, Huimang, and Hobi. Your heart swell at the sight. Hobi even put up solo pictures of Huimang, even her little photoshoots from when she was around 2 or 3 years old and her newborn pictures. You couldn’t help but smile. Hoseok’s home looked like it was a home for you and Huimang too.

“You like it?” Hoseok says from behind you. You were facing the picture of your family of three. 

“Yeah,” you whisper. 

“I hope it helps with my little apology by the way I—” You interrupt him by placing a hand on his chest.

“Let’s put Hope to bed first,” you say quietly. As if on cue, Huimang yawns, scratching her head. Hoseok nods, bending over to pick up Huimang. Your little girl tries her best to keep her head up and her eyes open as her dad walks into her room.

Hoseok slowly placed Huimang in her bed, bending over to kiss her forehead and whisper a good night to her. As Hoseok steps to the side, you stepped in and caressed her cheek.

“Sweet dreams princess,” you whisper, “we love you.” You bend down and kiss her softly on the cheek. In a few seconds, she was knocked out. 

“Let’s talk?” Hobi says to you. You nod and he grabs your hand, leading you into your shared bedroom. 

✩✩✩✩

Hobi starts off the conversation as you two got settled on the bed. Sitting face to face.

“I’m sorry.” Those were his first words to you. You waited for him to explain before saying anything else. “I know and understand how much I hurt you for accusing you of being like Jiwon. Throughout these past two weeks, I realized I was wrong. You’re nothing like her, you’re better than she’ll ever be. You gave me the love and hope that I never thought I’d ever receive again from someone. You gave me the best gift I could ever ask for. And I was wrong for ever going behind your back to try to prove you wrong for something I secretly hoped I was wrong for thinking. I know the girls told you about what happened before. Jiwon was the first person I ever felt love with. She was someone I thought I’d start a life with, have kids with, but when I found out that she didn’t feel the same and she had someone else that she felt that way towards, I was broken. I had no hope that I’d ever feel that way again. So just like when I was younger, I lived carelessly and free. I didn’t have responsibilities to think about and I didn’t plan on having any, such as marriage or kids. I didn’t think that would be possible for me anymore because I didn’t think I was capable of loving someone again. But that was before you came. You gave me hope, and Hope, our daughter. It was all too good to be real, and yet I believed you. Everything was perfect ever since you came. The family I never thought I’d have, actually happened. I didn’t think anything bad about it. Well at least until somebody brought it up—”

“Jihun.” You said bitterly. Hoseok laughs.

“Don’t worry, we’re never seeing him again. But hold on, let me finish. I can’t believe I let that man get into my head. He gave me the idea that you were too good to be true. And he was right. You’re perfect how else can this amazing thing ever happen to me? So I started to think and my mind ended up getting the best of me. The feeling I had in the past came back and I was scared that everything that was happening was a lie. How can somebody like you, be with someone like me? How can a perfect child like Hope, be mines? Everything just seems unrealistic, and I just didn’t think I deserved all that love. So is it real? I’m sorry I let my past get to me. I’m sorry for doubting you, and especially doubting Hope. I’m sorry for not believing in us. But now I do. I have hope for our relationship. Especially since you left for two weeks, and yet you’re here. In my home. In our home. Listening to me and putting in effort to fix our relationship. This itself is proof that your love for me is genuine. And I’m thankful for you. And I hope you’re able to forgive me for my mistake.” You nod to him with a sad smile. Taking a breath for your turn.

“I understand that what you went through was really hard for you. I’m sorry for looking past that and only thinking about your trust in me. Trust within each other is important for our relationship, but I should’ve put it in consideration that it wouldn’t be that easy for you to trust me completely after your trust for someone you loved was completely broken before that. It was my fault for hiding Hope from you all these years as well. Maybe if I told you about her the second I found out, things would be different and she could’ve grew up with a dad by her side. But instead I show up about six years later and I suddenly expect you to believe me. You don’t even remember doing anything with me back then. It was my fault to think that you should believe me because I knew I was telling the truth. But the only one who should know the whole truth would be me, because I was the conscious one the whole time. I shouldn’t be mad at you for not believing me when you don’t know anything that’s happened. I’m at fault too, and I’m sorry for being selfish.” Hoseok smiles at you softly. Taking out a piece of paper from his night stand. 

“I got the results today.” He says. “I haven’t opened it yet.” He looks over at you as you take the paper from his hands. “I just want to let you know, that whatever’s on that paper, I know you’re telling the truth. And even for some reason that Hope is not really mines. I wouldn’t care. I’d love her in any way, shape, or form. And I would continue loving you both till the end of time.” Carefully, you open the letter. You were not expecting it to be any different from what you think the results would end up. You carefully scan through the letter, looking up at Hobi when you were done. You turn the paper over and say: “You’re the father.” You watch as Hobi’s smile slowly takes over his face. 

“Are we okay?” Hoseok says a few seconds after. 

“Can we promise each other that from now on we’ll discuss things, talk things out if something bothers us, build a trust with one another?” You ask before answering. Hobi reaches over your lap and holds your hand in his. “I promise that whatever may happen in our relationship, I will never go behind your back again, but instead talk it out face to face. You will be the first person to know how I feel, and we’ll have a trust with each other that’s stronger than what we had before it was ever broken.” Hoseok vows. 

“I forgive you..” You say quietly, smiling softly at Hoseok. 

“Thank you,” he says before leaning in to kiss you. You put a finger on his lips, surprising him.

“You didn’t say you forgave me..”

“Of course I forgive you Yn, now..” He says, putting your finger down and leaning in to press his lips onto yours. When he pulls away was when the tears decided to fall from your face.

“Oh—” Hobi says as you suddenly wrap your arms around him. “Why are you—”

“I missed you,” you say in a shaky voice. He gently stroke your back as your tears fell on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, we’re okay now.” Hobi says. It was a good few seconds of you sniffling before he spoke up again. “Yn, I’ve been meaning to ask you something too.” 

“W-what issit,” you say, you rest your cheek on his shoulder. Your face was stained with tears. 

“You noticed all the new decorations I put up, right?” You nod your head. “I thought it would be a great idea for you two to move in permanently into my house. You know, instead of taking turns where to sleep for the night. Hope has her own room, and we have ours. It won’t be too hard to move everything you have since you live a floor below.” You pull away to look him in the eyes and he seems serious. “Plus, if we live together, wouldn’t it make us a perfect family? Especially when we get married.”

“Wait.. what.?” You say stunned, Hoseok bends over to take a box out of his night stand.

“Marry me Yn.”

✩✩✩✩

one night light

✩finale✩ → pairings: choreographer!hoseok x singlemom!reader

→ a/n: and that’s all folks :( i hope you liked the ending and how i dealt with the situation. just a reminder that, yes, it might be unrealistic, but it’s an au! anything can happen and i do not want to end this sadly :))  also, tumblr was being a butt and i had to reformat it again and i didn’t want to read it over again because i’m pressed on time rn lol, it’s lowkey bothering me but i hope it’s okay :3

ALSO DISCLAIMER: I’VE NEVER BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP I’M SORRY

ps. credits to the anons and asks that i got, y’all helped me write this 🥺💓

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✩part twenty-eight: face to face✩

→ pairings: choreographer!hoseok x singlemom!reader

→ a/n: so yn and hoseok has calmed down since it’s been a few days since their fight~ i hope you guys have too lol

next update will be the last one for onl!

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✩part twenty-seven: where’s the trust✩

→ pairings: choreographer!hoseok x singlemom!reader

→ a/n: i just realized i said face to face and then call.. they FaceTimed i guess

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