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Needy | Hoseok Imagine

Summary: You’re trying to work from home, but a needy boyfriend has other ideas.

Genre: Suggestive Fluff 

*******

“Babe,” Hoseok said for the umpteenth time. And again, he received no response from you.

He huffed next to you on your couch as you tapped away on your laptop, trying to finish a very important article you needed to submit to the magazine you worked for.

You paused, leaning back and staring at the screen momentarily. Hoseok started to smile, you were finally going to pay attention to him.

Then your fingers started to fly on the keyboard again and he physically deflated.

Getting desperate, he leaned in close to your ear, letting out a breathy “Y/N.”

“Jesus Hobi!” You squeaked, jumping slightly. “What’re you doing? I’m trying to work!”

“And I’m trying to get you to stop working.” He said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest.

You sighed, eyeing up your clearly disgruntled boyfriend. He had the most adorably pathetic pout on his lips, eyebrow pulled together. You gave in slightly and leaned forward to put your laptop on the coffee table.

You turned in your seat and reached out to grab both his hands in yours.

“I am so incredibly happy you have two weeks off to rest and recuperate, you deserve it.” You smiled at him, earning a classic J-Hope-esque smile in return, which made you almost change your mind about what you were going to say next. “I, however, don’t have that luxury and a deadline to meet.”

With that, you withdrew your hands and went back to work.

Hoseok threw his back against the couch and let out a long, dramatic sigh.

“You’re torturing me,” He complained, “I finally have time off and you’re practically ignoring me.”

“Wow, that is—wow, so dramatic. I just have to finish, I’m almost done, and then I have nothing to worry about for a few days and I’m all. Yours.” You explained, trying to rack your brain for something groundbreaking to write.

“All mine?” He clarified.

“All yours.” You confirmed.

“Then I’ll try my hardest to be patient.”

“I appreciate it.”

“And I’ll be quiet so you can work.”

“Great, very helpful.”

“And when you’re done-“

“Hobi, I’ll never be done if you don’t let me start.” You sighed, trying to contain your smile. He was too cute to handle.

Hoseok nodded quickly, and tried to busy his mind with his phone. Naturally, about five minutes passed before all he could think about was you again.

“When is it due?” He asked, almost making you jump again because of how silent it had been.

“Tomorrow night at midnight.” You informed him, rubbing your temples. Why was it so hard for you to finish?

“I have an idea, just listen,” He started, scooting closer to you. He took your laptop off your lap and put it on the coffee table, and reached his arm around your shoulders, pulling you down into his chest and resting his chin on your head. You waited a few moments for him to start talking but he didn’t.

“Uh, Hobi?” You questioned.

“Yes?”

“What’s the idea?”

“Oh, that, yeah I didn’t have one. I just wanted to hold you.” He admitted, and though you couldn’t see his face you could hear the smile.

“Babe,” You whined.

“Just shush. Enjoy my company for a few minutes and you can get back to work. Breaks are good!” He exclaimed, running his hand up and down your arm. In the end, you’re always whipped for him and that’s that. So, you gave in and relaxed into his body.

“Good girl.” He whispered, and though his intent was innocent, the words made goosebumps form on your arms. You tried to check yourself, the last thing you needed was to get really distracted.

But hell, have you seen the man? Now that you weren’t so concentrated on the next big thing in fashion to write about, you were hyper aware of him. You had never had him to yourself for two weeks, ever. Not even two days. You snuggled in closer to his chest, wrapping your arms around him as well. He hummed in response, and tightened his grip on you. You could feel his muscles flexing around your body…

“Okay, break is done!” You jumped up, grabbing your laptop and walking over to your desk instead. You took a deep breath and tried to shove the impure thoughts from your brain and think about sweaters, or scarves, or anything but Hoseok.

“O..kay?” He stuttered, confused as to what he did wrong. He really thought he’d got you that time. Though it was incredibly difficult for him, he decided to lay down on the couch and watch TV until you could give him your complete, undivided attention.

 After another hour of work, you sighed and stretched your arms above your head, and turned to talk to Hoseok.

“Babe, I’m on my last paragraph and then-“ Your sentence was stopped short when you noticed him sound asleep on the couch. You smiled softly, I guess that’s one way to keep him quiet. As you stared at him lovingly, your eyes traveled down his body, where his shirt had ridden up slightly and you could see a pathway of skin on his toned stomach. You had to resist the urge to walk over there and run your hands under his shirt. You swallowed hard.

“Why am I acting like a 16 year old boy crazy lunatic? Keep it together.” You thought to yourself. Shaking it off you turned back to your computer.

Alas, a few more sentences and your brain drifted back to your very attractive sleeping boyfriend. If you could just get through this…

“Y/N,” Hoseok whispered, causing your body to shiver. Ah, shit. He was up. You didn’t have much strength left to resist him as is…

Much to your surprise when you swiveled in your office chair to look at him, he was still sound asleep. But you thought for sure you’d heard your name…

As if on cue, your name escaped his lips again in the most sweet, sultry whisper you’d ever heard.

You stood up immediately and walked over to him, before roughly shaking him to wake him up.

“Y/N! What the hell! Why would you wake me up like that…” He asked, shooting to a sitting position and blinking his eyes rapidly.

“Were you dreaming about me?” You asked bluntly, crossing your arms and staring him down.

“I mean, you’re always in my dreams baby.” He winked teasingly.

Your eyes practically rolled out of your head. “Really. Were you?”

“I-I guess?” He said, a light blush painting his cheeks.

“Are you trying to make me lose my mind?” You interrogated, raking your fingers through your hair.

“I don’t think so? What’d I do?”

“What did you do? Oh I don’t know. The whispering in my ear earlier, calling me a ‘good girl’, rubbing your hands on me, saying my name in your sleep, and dammit put on a longer shirt.” You ranted before briskly walking off towards the kitchen. You whipped open one of the cabinets to pull out a glass and get yourself some water. You placed your hands on the counter, and took a deep breath. You’re an adult, you can control your urges, you literally have maybe one more hour of work left, so if Hobi could just-

All of your thoughts were interrupted with the feeling of his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, his chest to your back. His lips ghosted the skin on the back of your neck, his breath causing another involuntary shiver. Without your brain doing any thinking your body leaned back into him, and your head tilted back to rest on his shoulder. He leaned down slowly, before placing an agonizingly slow, deliberate kiss right under your ear. His lips moved softly, slowly against your skin, before you let out a slow sigh.

“Hoseok,” You whimpered, mentally caught between knowing you shouldn’t give in, but wanting to, oh, so badly.

“Y/N.” He whispered back, moving an inch down your neck and continuing his slow torture.

“Stop,” You moaned, spinning around in his grip to face him. But your plan greatly backfired, and as soon as you were face to face, he leaned in, just a few inches between your lips and his. His eyes locked with yours and suddenly, it’s as if you couldn’t remember you even had a job.

“You’re right, we should stop. You have an article to write.” He explained, in a low deep tone. He brought his hand up to your neck, caressing your skin with his thumb.

“A-article?” You stammered, feeling your cheeks getting hot. You reached out to grab at his sides, wadding his shirt up in your hands.

“Yes, you know, for your job,” He leaned in again, this time grazing your lips so softly you thought you imagined it.

“Right. My job. Right.” You breathed, and he touched your lips to his one more time. Then, his warmth disappeared as he stepped away.

“I’ll leave you to it,” He smirked, waving before disappearing towards your bedroom.

You groaned loudly so he could hear how disgruntled you were. You could hear his contagious laugh echo through the hallway.

Begrudgingly, you trudged back to your work station to throw yourself into work.

  Hoseok had been laying on your bed on his phone, deciding he’d messed around enough and would let you finish your job. It’d been about 45 minutes, he had been hoping you were close to finished. His strength was wearing thin and all he could think about was all the things he was going to do to you.

 The door creaked open and you stepped inside, locking eyes with him immediately. His smile spread across his face as he looked at you in all of your glory. He loved the way your lips set slightly parted, hair almost perfect all the time, radiant skin, and the most beautiful eyes he’d ever had the pleasure to look into.

 “You’re the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen, even when you’re mad at me.” He joked, sitting up in bed. You raised an eyebrow at him before you approached him, throwing your leg over his lap and straddling him. You gripped his shirt and yanked him towards you, keeping your eyes locked with his the whole time. He waited for you to respond, but there was nothing but a few moments of silence, labored breathing, and intense sexual tension.

 “I love you.” You growled, the words sweet but your tone dark and sensual. He smirked, before you slammed your lips against his eagerly, you’d waited long enough.

  Finally, he had your undivided attention.

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Dark

Choi Youngjae Oneshot/Drabble

Genre: Angst

 *******

They knew it was ending long before they parted ways in a storm of tears. They knew it was ending before either of them had the guts to admit it. It was also likely that everyone around them knew as well.

That’s the funny thing about love, however. You know it’s a bad idea, you know it won’t work, and yet you throw yourself headfirst hoping you’ll tame the beast before it tames you.

The bottle pressed to Y/N’s lips at midnight in a smoky bar says that she, much to her disbelief, could not tame the beast. The irony of comparing the man she loved to a beast almost made her chuckle; almost. To anyone who knew Youngjae, he was the farthest thing from a monster. She still felt that way, regardless of the current situation. People literally called him their sunshine. So why did everything feel so dark?

She huffed and put the bottle on the bar. The bartender eyed her cautiously; probably wondering when to offer to call her a cab. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around why someone so beautiful had found their way into his dive bar. It happened a lot, girls came here, drank too much, talked to any guy they could. She was different however, by her guarded body language and extreme avoidance of eye contact said she really was here to drink her pain away.

“Hey,” the bartender started, “do you need anything?”

“Another one.” She sighed, “thanks.”

He nodded curtly and grabbed another bottle of beer from under the bar. Popping it open, he rested it in front of her.

“What brings you here on a Tuesday so late?” He asked.

She looked up at him, where he finally could see how emotionless here eyes looked.

“Uh, this?” She pointed to the beer. She immediately felt guilty for the tone she used, but she really didn’t have it in her to carry on a conversation.

 He got the hint however, and nodded before heading to the other end of the bar.

 She was left alone with her thoughts for too long, which was annoying because her thoughts were always the same. Just echoes of his words, bouncing against her skull so hard she felt nauseous.

*******

 “You know exactly why I haven’t told anyone about us.” Youngjae pleaded with Y/N for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“I know, I know, but do you know how hard it is to feel like you’re embarrassed of me every. Day.” She admitted, crossing her arms, staring him down. They stood about 6 feet apart, both defensive and exhausted. This conversation came up multiple times. Youngjae didn’t want to be public with their relationship; Y/N wasn’t pleased. She showed affection and love in a very public way, and Youngjae just didn’t speak that love language.

“I’ve told you, I’m not embarrassed.” He said bluntly, an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

“Youngjae, just admit it.” Y/N started, feeling her blood pressure rise and the thought of the man she absolutely loved everything about not reciprocating her same passion.  “I don’t always say appropriate things, I’m loud, I dress in a way you don’t approve of, just stop hiding behind your excuses and just admit that you don’t think I would handle the spotlight well. I’d bring you all sorts of bad press, right? Negative media, people saying you deserve better, calling me all these terrible things. You love me, but you hate, hate my dirty mouth, my big opinions, my-“

“Yes, fine, I’m embarrassed! You’re a beautiful, vibrant person and you say whatever comes to mind but I’m constantly under a microscope and you don’t seem to care that your actions would reflect on me! You’re just-…you’re just…” He trailed off as he saw her face contort like she had been smacked.

“Just what? Go ahead,” She spat.

“You’re just a lot sometimes. Not for everyone, but…for me.” He whispered, looking down at his feet.

And there it was. She knew it, he knew it, everyone knew it, and who knew it would be Youngjae to finally say it. They had always been polar opposites; Y/N sarcastic, loud, fun loving, center of attention. Youngjae quiet, reserved, sweet, soft-spoken.

She didn’t respond. She looked at him as he avoided her gaze. Her eyes threatened to cry but she’d be damned if he saw it.

“I’m happy you took your time figuring it out.” She whispered bitterly.

“W-what?” He stammered.

“I’m happy you pursued me, asked me to be with you, made me fall in love with you and robbed me of nine months of my life to decided that now, now I’m too much.” She took an involuntary step back, mostly because she felt like she might pass out. Was this really happening? How could it be possible that the only man she had ever let herself love was now pointing out all the things to her that he couldn’t deal with. So where did that leave them? Did she tone herself down for the sake of Youngjae? Maybe she could fit in his mold, maybe she could find a place in his lifestyle. At what cost? This wasn’t an annoying habit, this was her whole being.

“You’re not too much, but I…I-“

“Just stop. I’ve heard enough. I get it. So what now? How much of myself do I rip away so I can be what you want?” She asked, tilting her head. Youngjae pulled his eyebrows together. Was she serious, or being sarcastic again? It was hard to tell.

“Don’t patronize me. I’m not trying to hurt you. I don’t want to fight with you; I love you.” He tried, reaching an arm out to her. She quickly backed up a few more steps.

“Don’t say that. Don’t you dare.”

“What, Y/N,  I do. I do love you. You know that. Everyone knows that.” He defended, stepping towards her. She didn’t move, so he took it as a sign to take another step. And one more. Soon he was right in front of her.

“I don’t think your members count as everyone,” She sighed, looking up at him. He gazed down at her, looking for a sign of her next move. She was unpredictable and wild; he really never knew what to expect. Which, in any other world, would be exactly what he wanted. Someone to challenge him, to make him uncomfortable and help him grow. He brought his hand up to her cheek, slowly brushing her skin with his thumb. Her body reacted for her, leaning into his hand. He considered this a victory, maybe she would reason with him…

His warmth had always drawn her in. She knew she was rough around the edges, kind of cold and bitter. But he brightened her right up. He exuded this light about him that she felt addicted to; like a moth to a flame. She brought her hand up and rested it on top of his. He smiled softly, before wrapping his other arm around her waist and pulling her in. He tipped her face upwards towards his and leaned down slowly, brushing her lips softly with his.

As soon as she felt the soft touch, she stepped back abruptly.

“Please, don’t, please don’t pull me in just to break my heart. If this is really not going to work, stop being selfish. Stop hoping I’ll change. Just go.” She snapped, the tears in her eyes overflowing beyond her control.

His tears mimicked hers; this was never what he wanted. He wanted to think that they could overcome it but life taught an ugly lesson; sometimes love isn’t enough.

“Y/N, don’t-“

“I said go!” She shouted, turning away from him and furiously wiping her eyes.

He felt his chest get tight. The breath caught in his throat. His stomach twisted. He really did it this time, huh? Every other fight like this he broke down her walls, held her until she was calm, and kept her close. But this; this wasn’t like the other times. She’s never raised her voice at him. Ever. Sure, she said harsh things, she had a sharp tongue. But nothing like this.

Everything in his heart told him to fix what was broken, tell her he loved her. But her voice ringing in his head stopped him; “stop being selfish.”

He quietly turned to walk out of the apartment, taking one slow agonizing stare back at the woman he had fallen for. He wanted to remember every detail of her sharp features, soft lips, long hair, captivating eyes. Something in the knot in his stomach told him he better enjoy the sight; it might be the last time. Once he finished torturing himself, he saw his way out.

Leaving Y/N to grieve on her own. The worst part about being someone’s secret? Going through a heartbreak no one knows about.

 *******

“Ma’am? Its bar close.” The bartender’s kind voice snapped her out of reliving her personal nightmare.

“Oh, okay…thanks.” She tossed a twenty on the bar. “Keep the change.”

He nodded, “Do you need me to call you a cab?”

“I’ll walk, thanks though. Say, is it always this empty?” She inquired, looking around the bar.

“I mean, like I said, it’s a Tuesday. But, on average, we’re a pretty lowkey place.” He explained, wiping down the bar in front of him.

She smirked, nodding her head towards him. She gave a small wave before heading out into the cold night air.

The dark sky was the most comforting thing she’d experienced since their fight. Everything about Youngjae was bright, light, sunny and fun. However, when that is taken away, everything is dark.

“Alright, you can do this. Whatever makes you think of him, you avoid. The night time is your best friend now.” She thought to herself. She couldn’t even find it in herself to be upset, or angry with him. She can’t blame him without blaming herself as well. They were both guilty.

 Because, after all, they knew it was going to end.

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