Flip & Reverse It (II)
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: I'm baaaaaaack from the dead. Originally, I was going to make this two parts but this story has a mind of it's own. I think part 3 will be the final part. But please enjoooooy <;3
The library, thank God, is almost empty.
Of course it is, Hoseok tells you when you point this out, it’s a fucking Sunday.
Still you’re happy for the peace and quiet when the two of you tuck yourselves into a quiet corner and start scouring books for any kind of answer to your current….predicament.
“There’s nothing here.” Hoseok, at this point, is desperate. And so are you.
He slams the book he was reading down and turns to you sharply.
“It’s all about how to perform the swapping ritual… But not how to get things back.”
You hate to agree with him, but the truth is he’s right. You can’t find anything on reversing things, and the later it gets the more hope you lose.
“Maybe we need to read between the lines,” You suggest, “There’s got to be something here…” Hoseok rolls his eyes. He scoffs.
“There’s nothing. Some evil fucking force hates me and that’s why I’m here.” You feel a sting in your chest. Okay, so the situation isn’t ideal, but why is he acting like there’s absolutely nothing worse that could happen to him?
“At least you didn’t swap bodies with a homeless man,” You try to joke but Hoseok is having absolutely none of it.
He pulls a face.
“At least a homeless man doesn’t have a fucking vagina. What am I supposed to do with that?”
You flush brightly. Oh my god you hadn’t even thought of that.
Hoseok is most definitely going to have to see you naked. He’s going to have to touch your naked body - and quite possibly groom it.
“Oh fuck.” You grunt.
Hoseok has the decency to look a little apologetic for his tone. He winces.
“I’m sorry.” He mutters, frowning, “I know this is shit for you too.”
You try not to take it personally. He’s right, after all.
In the long list of awful things to happen to a person this has to be close to the top. You groan and tug a hand through your hair.
“All I can think is that we have to figure out why this happened.” You purse your lips, “Like why would the ritual actually work?”
Hoseok looks exactly how you feel: absolutely clueless. He clicks his tongue and shrugs.
“I don’t know. In that Freaky Friday film the mum and daughter had to learn to accept each other.”
You bite back a laugh. Hoseok has watched Freaky Friday?
“Right….”
“I’m just saying.” He rolls his eyes, “if we’re trying to read between the lines then maybe it has something to do with understanding each other.”
“You mean like we need to learn from one another?”
It’s a surprisingly good guess. Why else would the swap have worked, if not at least to teach you both a lesson?
You had nothing material to gain from this body swap - and neither did Hoseok. In fact, if anything it made your lives a thousand times more difficult.
It had to be something intangible. Something like internal growth.
Character development.
“I mean I don’t know what we’d ever learn from each other,” He shrugs, “But it’s worth a shot.”
You bite back the snarky reply that sits on the tip of your tongue. - that you’re not sure you could ever learn anything from him but that he could sure learn a lot from you - and sigh heavily.
“It’s our only lead at the moment. We may as well see if it works.” You watch as Hoseok pulls your face into a scowl.
“This fucking sucks.”
Just as you open your mouth to say something - probably agree with him - a female voice from somewhere to your left calls out Hoseok’s name.
You watch in horror as Hoseok’s eyes widen, and you feel your heart skip a beat. He mouths one word ‘Jisoo’, and you nod sharply, turning to face the beautiful tall woman that’s made her way towards the two of you.
You clear your throat and try to relax, “Hey… Jisoo.” You hope that you read Hoseok’s lips right, and when the woman’s smile widens you relax a little.
“How have you been?” Her eyes flick towards Hoseok - who is of course sat in your body - and when she turns back to you she has a perfectly plucked brow raised, “Why are you in the library on a Sunday?”
You feel your chest tighten again. The project.
“Uh me and Y/N are working on a project together,” You try to smile but you feel queasy, “Ain’t no rest for the wicked, they say.” You can feel Hoseok’s cringe from across the table but you try to ignore how stupid you’ve just made him seem.
“Oh.” Her eyes brighten a little, and you suddenly realize what’s going on.
She thought you and Hoseok were here together… Out of your own free will.
Like a study date.
She’s jealous. Your heart pinches.
“I thought you’d text me after last time,” She pouts in a way that is entirely too sexy for her own good, “But you never did. I miss you.”
You notice the way her gaze darkens, and you imagine that this is what seduction looks like. Not that you’ve ever tried to seduce anyone before.
Clearly.
“Oh well…” You scratch the back of your head in that way that is universal boy code for awkward and cough, “I’ve been busy. With uh… School.” “And this project,” Hoseok interrupts, smiling anxiously, “We’ve just had next to no time to ourselves. Isn’t that right, Hoseok?”
You nod sharply, “Yeah. Yep of course. No time.”
Jisoo deflates slightly and something clicks.
She’s being ghosted.
“Oh right. Well…” She smiles wryly, “I’ll let you get back to it, then. Bye Hoseok.”
She turns to Hoseok and gives a little wave, “Bye Y/N.” And your heart breaks for her. She’s not even mean.
When she saunters off into the abyss of the library you turn to Hoseok and raise an angry brow.
“That was not nice.” He pulls a face, “It was necessary. She was sniffing around where she shouldn’t have been.” “You ghosted her.” Hoseok groans.
“So what? Jisoo’s like, the hottest girl on campus. She’ll get over it.”
You feel something like anger rise to the surface but you bite it back.
“It’s cruel,” You tell him honestly, “You shouldn’t lead girls on like that.” “Woah. I do not lead girls on,” He rolls his eyes and leans back into his chair, “I know you think I’m a heartless asshole but I don’t do that. Girls know what to expect when they sleep with me. I am a man of zero commitment and I tell them that but they think they can change me. It’s not my fault they’re wrong.”
“So you told Jisoo?” He frowns, “Told her what?”
“That you’re a man of zero commitment.” He nods decisively, “Of course I did. A whore I may be, but an asshole I am not. Every girl I sleep with knows exactly what to expect from me. Girls like Jisoo think they’re somehow special - that I’ll change my mind and date them. But that’s just not me. It sucks that she’s hurt - but she’s only done that to herself.”
You hate to admit it… But he’s kind of right.
Casual sex is just that. Casual.
Hoseok is well within his right to sleep with whoever he wants - no strings attached - especially if he’s made it explicitly clear things won’t go anywhere.
You feel bad suddenly, for what you said to him the other day - about him being a slut and heartless - but you try and push the guilt to the side. It’s not your fault he’d never explained things to you before.
“Maybe that’s what I could teach you.” Hoseok cocks his head, “What?”
You sigh.
“Commitment.” When he snorts out a laugh you hate how much the sound warms your heart.
“I doubt that.” He tells you, shrugging, “I don’t need commitment and frankly… I don’t want it either.”
“Ah. I see.”
He raises a brow, “What do you see? “
You shrug.
“You’ve got commitment issues.”
For a moment it seems like he might be angry at you. His eyes darken and his brow furrows. Then he relaxes and blows out a raspberry.
“Yeah. Maybe I do. But don’t most people our age have commitment issues?”
“Most guys,” You correct, “Yeah. I guess so.”
You can’t help that your stomach drops at the realization. Even though you’ll never admit it to anyone… You always sort of hoped Hoseok wasn’t actually emotionally stunted. That he had the capacity to grow and change. To love someone.
(To love you.)
But now you see that’s probably not the case.
He’s emotionally unavailable. And he seems to like it that way.
At some point Hoseok turns back to the pile of books sitting between the two of you, and you try to ignore the way your heart just keeps sinking and sinking.
“This is hopeless.” He groans, flicking a hand through his hair.
You look up, chest tight.
“Yeah. It is.”
But you have a feeling you’re not talking about the same thing anymore.
//
It’s four hours later that the both of you give up.
“So now what?” You’re currently sitting opposite each other at a twenty-four hour coffee shop when Hoseok asks you the question. He’s ordered an Americano (at eight o’clock at night what a psycho) and you’re sipping on mint tea.
“I don’t know.” The tears climb up your throat but you push them down, “I really don’t. This is so fucked up.”
“Tell me about it.”
He seems on the verge of tears too, and you try your best to keep it together.
When you woke up in Hoseok’s body this morning the first thing that registered was shock. Then you moved on to denial.
Now you’re just frustrated. Is this going to be the rest of your life? Will you never be yourself again?
You can barely understand the position you’ve found yourself in, but for some absurd reason it’s real and you hate whatever magic, or being or otherworldly powers put you here.
“I guess we have to try the Freaky Friday thing.” Hoseok announces, desperate, “We have to try and learn something from each other.”
“And how, pray tell, are we going to do that?”
Hoseok narrows his eyes, “Can you just - can you just stop being so patronizing for like five seconds? We’re in the same fucking boat here. We have nothing else to go on. I’m trying to help.”
You feel like a fucking bitch.
For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, that ugly spider of guilt crawls up your tummy into your throat.
You don’t know what it is about Hoseok that makes you act this way - so angry and judgemental - but in the back of your mind you worry that it’s your complicated feelings for him.
You hate how he makes you feel. You hate that you’ve always sort of wanted him and he doesn’t want you back.
But you hate even more that you’re being so unfair.
“You’re right.” You nod, “You’re right. I’m being a bitch. I’m sorry Hoseok.”
The words seem to take him aback. He stares at you for a moment, and then releases a long breath.
“Good. Fine. Great. Let’s - I don’t know. Let’s brainstorm?”
You open your mouth to ask just exactly what he wants to brainstorm, when your cell phone starts ringing. It’s jammed into the pocket of Hoseok’s shorts (the ones you’re currently wearing of course) and you bring it out quickly, passing it to Hoseok himself.
“You need to pick it up.” You tell him.
He groans, “What?” “It’s Sana. She’s probably calling to ask about game night.”
“Oh shit. God forbid you miss game night.” “Hoseok…”
He rolls his eyes and sighs heavily, “Fine. Okay. But I’m putting it on speaker.”
He accepts the call quickly, and after a moment of shuffling around, Sana’s voice bleeds through.
“Hello? Y/N?” “Hi. Yeah. Hi Sana,” Hoseok tries to sound bright and cheerful - not at all like someone who’s just swapped bodies with their sort-of enemy.
“Where are you? The boys have just arrived. We’re meant to start at eight.”
“The boys?” The question slips out of Hoseok unbidden. He raises a brow.
“Yeah. Joon, Jimin and Jungkook…” The last name is said with a hint of teasing, “Y’know Jungkook’s been asking about you for the last twenty minutes. He said he can’t wait to play a game of monopoly with you.”
Your heart constricts. Fucking Sana and her incessant matchmaking.
You’ve told her a thousand times that even though he’s nice and handsome, you don’t want to get with Jungkook, but she seems hellbent on setting you up with someone.
God forbid you’re still single at twenty-one. In Sana’s eyes, you’re practically a spinster.
“Oh.” Hoseok’s eyes meet yours and he smirks teasingly, “Well… I wouldn’t want to keep Jungkook waiting.”
No. No, no, no, nooooo.
“No you wouldn’t!” You can hear the smirk in Sana’s voice too, “So get your ass over here.” You know exactly what Hoseok trying to do. You can see it all playing back, in the corner of his annoyingly devious mind.
“I’m coming too!” The words blurt out of you before you can even stop them, “Hi Sana. It’s Hoseok. I’m uh - Y/N invited me to game night before. So I’m going to come too. Y’know. I love monopoly.” There is a beat of thick silence. You cringe, and watch Hoseok’s eyes widen.
Then Sana clears her throat.
“Oh Hobi… Yeah, yeah of course. Feel free. You guys have spent all day on that project right?”
“We have,” You reply, “And I uh - I need to relax. So… Monopoly sounds great.” And then to make it a little bit more believable you add, “Joon and Jimin are there too, right?” “Yeah. We’re just ordering pizza. You guys okay with margarita?” “Sounds great. We’ll uh - we’ll be there soon.”
You grab the phone from Hoseok quickly and hang up before Sana can even reply. Hoseok leans back in his chair, staring at you.
“What are you doing?” He asks, crossing his arms.
“What are you doing?” You squeal, “Are you trying to fuck me over?”
“Excuse me?” “I saw right through that.” You claim, scrambling to your feet, “I don’t have a crush on Jungkook.” He holds both hands up, coming to stand too, “I never said you did.”
“So why were you - why were you smiling like that?” “Like what?” “Like you - like you…” You feel your cheeks redden and you wonder for a moment if you’re overreacting, “Like you were going to flirt with him.” There is a moment of almost unbearable silence.
Hoseok’s expression morphs from surprise… Into teasing. There it is again. That fucking smirk.
Even when it’s on your face, you know exactly what he means by it. And you hate that.
“Oh heavens no.” He barks out a laugh, “God forbid I flirt with him.”
You blush even hotter then, realizing how positively juvenile you sound and despising yourself for it. You try to string together a sentence, but you just can’t, so you do the next best thing and walk out of the coffee shop.
Hoseok follows you of course, but at least the crisp evening air cuts through the heat of your embarrassment.
“I didn’t realize you had a friend, Y/N.” Hoseok continues to tease as you make your way towards his car.
“I don’t.” You tell him decidedly.
“So then why does Sana think you do?” “Because she’s an idiot.”
“Is she?” “Yes!” You cry, exasperated, “She tries to set me up with everything that has a heartbeat because she seems to think the only way I can love myself is through male validation. But I’m perfectly happy on my own. Maybe you don’t believe that, and I don’t care if you do but it’s true. I don’t like Jungkook.”
The rant has come out in almost one breath, and you feel lightheaded by the end of it.
You’re not sure why you’re so adamant on proving to Hoseok that you don’t have feelings for Jungkook, but you figure it has to do with your tiny, little crush on the man currently inhabiting your body.
You hate yourself for it but the candle you held for Jung Hoseok never really snuffed out did it?
“Hey.” He lowers his voice and you pause, turning to face him. His expression is soft now.
“I didn’t - I was just teasing.” He tells you sincerely, “I wasn’t going to flirt with Jungkook, I swear. I won’t flirt with him.” You nod once. Sharply.
“Okay.” “And you’re right,” He sighs, “You don’t need any man to make you happy, Y/N.”
“I know.” He nods too.
“Good.”
A beat of silence softens the atmosphere. Then Hoseok gestures towards his car.
“C’mon. Let’s go. We’ll take my car.”
You regret mentioning the fact that his car is now your car technically, and instead follow him that way.
This is going to be a long night.
//
You’re right.
It is a long night.
Jungkook, of course, spends all night flirting with you. Well, he spends all night flirting with Hoseok but he thinks it's you and who can blame him, really? You feel yourself on edge the whole time, eyes flitting between the two of them the entire night. Hoseok, in his defense, doesn’t really flirt back. He smiles and laughs, and a couple of times he pats Jungkook’s knee, but for the most part it’s all been entirely platonic.
At some point you decide enough is enough, you need a break, so you stand up and announce you’re going to grab another beer.
“The kitchen’s right through there,” Sana tells you, because of course she thinks this is like your second time in your own house. Because you’re Hoseok aren’t you? Except your brain is still yours and you feel like you might very well just implode on the spot.
Fuck. That migraine is coming back.
Hoseok meets your eyes as you stand and you flick your gaze away. Stop looking at him, you tell yourself sternly.
Namjoon decides to accompany you that way, and you try to encourage yourself. You are Jung Hoseok. You are a casanova. You are a Beta Theta Sigma member. You are hot and you are a man.
“What was that back there?” Namjoon asks the moment the two of you step into the kitchen.
“Excuse me?” “That,” He opens the fridge and grabs a couple of bottles, “If you stared any harder, Y/N would have burst into flames..”
“Oh.”
“Are you… Jealous?” Namjoon sounds unsure, even as he suggests it.
“Jealous?” “Of Jungkook and Y/N.” He clarifies, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “I mean…I thought you didn’t even like her.”
“I do.” You shake your head, “No wait. No I don’t.” “You don’t?” “It’s uh… It’s complicated.”
Namjoon furrows his brow. He licks his bottom lip slowly and takes a swig of his beer.
“I can tell Jungkook to back off.”
“No! Don’t do that,” You cross your arms, “Y/N isnt… She isn’t property. She can - she can flirt with whoever she wants.”
Namjoon scowls. He seems incredibly confused and you don’t blame him.
“What?” “I just mean…” You blow out a long breath, “I’m not jealous Joon. Really. I just - I’m keeping an eye on her. For the project.” “Right.” Namjoon lifts a dubious brow, “For the project.” You’re aware of how utterly ridiculous this sounds. But you can’t have anyone thinking Hoseok has feelings for you. No matter how much a part of you wishes he might, that would only complicate things further when the two of you eventually do switch back.
“Jungkook’s nice though. Can’t believe this is my first time meeting him.”
You’d asked Hoseok earlier if he’d ever met Namjoon’s little brother, and were surprised when he told you he hadn’t. With the amount of times Jungkook visited, you assumed their paths would have crossed.
“Well he’s not really into frats,” Namjoon replies honestly, “Plus he only ever really comes around to hang out with Y/N. He’s pretty into her.” “Yeah. I can tell.” The words sound jealous again, and you wish you could take them back. Namjoon doesn’t say anything though, and then Hoseok appears in the kitchen door frame, halting all Jungkook related conversation.
“Hi.” He smiles at Namjoon and then his eyes fall on you, “Hey.” “Hey.” You greet back, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Can I get one of those?” He asks, and you grab him a beer.
“So…” Namjoon grins, “Jungkook?” You wait with baited breath. Hoseok promised he wouldn’t flirt - but you’re not sure how capable he is of keeping that promise. Is he going to fuck you over? Make it seem like you’re into Jungkook so that if (and when) the swap happens you’ll have an awkward encounter to clean up after?
“What?” Hoseok shrugs, nonchalantly.
“Are you into him?”
You bite your bottom lip and Hoseok's eyes flick towards yours.
The atmosphere thickens.
“No,” You let out a huge sigh of relief at Hoseok’s answer, and Namjoon turns to you again.
Damn. That just made it seem a whole lot like you were jealous.
“We should - we should get back to the game.” You interrupt quickly, not really in the mood for any more of Namjoon’s needling, “I don’t trust Sana on her own in there.”
Namjoon turns to you, expression unreadable and shrugs.
“Yeah. Let’s uh - let’s go.”
He leads the way and you trail after, hanging back slightly to turn to Hoseok and whisper a rushed thank you. His eyes meet yours and he smiles.
“Yeah. Don’t mention it.”
When the two of you join the others in the living room again, Namjoon is still sending you confused looks, but you ignore it, taking your seat beside Jimin and trying to relax the best you can.
“You’re losing, just so you know.” Jimin informs you, delighted.
You laugh at that, shaking your head. You’re not sure how good or not Hoseok usually is at monopoly, but tonight he’s losing because quite frankly you suck at it.
“I know.” “This is a first I think,” He narrows his eyes, “You’re usually more of a sore loser.” You shrug, and try to grin, “I’m trying to be gracious.” “Mmmm.” He still seems dubious, “If you say so.”
You open your mouth to retort with something - you’re not sure what - when the sound of someone sitting beside you stops you short. You turn, watching as Hoseok settles into the seat to your left.
“Oh.” Hoseok smiles, “Hi.” “You were sat beside Jungkook before, Y/N,” Sana tells Hoseok, eyes teasing as she flicks her gaze towards Namjoon’s brother.
Jungkook, in his defense, doesn’t seem offended.
“Yeah well now I’m sat beside Hoseok,” He says easily, “That’s okay, isn’t it?”
There is another awkward beat of silence because what the fuck, but when you meet Hoseok’s gaze you know he’s only trying to help. If he sits beside you, then Jungkook will likely leave him alone for the rest of night, and nobody will make assumptions about the nature of your relationship with Namjoon’s little brother.
Crisis averted. Right?
Nobody says anything for a moment or two, before Jimin clears his throat.
“Ah no. No I guess not. We’ll just shuffle the board around.”
You nod, but you’re not really concentrating on anything else that’s going on.
Because once again, Jung Hoseok has left you absolutely speechless.
//
The next morning, you wake up bright and early. In Hoseok’s bed.
For a moment, you forget that you’re currently inhabiting somebody else's body. But when your eyes blink the sleep away, you remember and you want to cry all over again.
You spent all night replaying Hoseok’s act of kindness - the way he swapped seats without worrying about what the rest of your friends would think - and your heart speeds up.
No, no, no. This is not good for you.
You’ve been down this rabbit hole before, and it only brought you heartache.
You try and focus on something else - like all the fucking classes you’re going to have to take for Hoseok - and you pick up his phone, unlocking it and opening up the timetable he sent you last night.
He’s in the majority of your classes, which you guess is a good thing, as the two of you can try and stick together as much as possible until you figure this whole thing out…. But there are still some you’re going to have to take alone.
Fuck. This.
A knock at the door brings you out of your slightly depressive episode.
“Hoseok!” It sounds like Taehyung, “Hey. Hoseok. Can I come in?”
You groan, wanting nothing more than to burrow into the sheets of Hoseok’s bed and spend the rest of the week there, but you know that isn’t an option. You sigh heavily.
“Yeah, yeah. Come in”.
The door swings open and Taehyung stands right in the middle of the frame, wearing a pair of low slung basketball shorts and nothing else. You note - not for the first time - how annoyingly attractive he is.
“You have a visitor.” Today he nurses a cup of coffee.
The smell makes it's way to your nose and you groan. Damn you could really use some caffeine right now.
“Wait what? A visitor?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung’s eyes narrow, “It’s that Y/N chick.”
“Oh.”
You pick up Hoseok’s phone and check the time - eight fifteen - before turning back to Taehyung. He is giving you the snarkiest look of all time and you scoff.
“What?”
“What do you mean what?” He steps into Hoseok’s room further and leans against the wall, “Are you fucking her?”
You sit up quickly, gasping.
“What? No?”
Taehyung narrows his eyes, “Then what the fuck is she doing here at eight o’clock on a Monday morning?”
“The… Uh… The project.”
You scramble up, thankful that you stumbled into a full set of pajamas last night before bed. You’ve somehow managed to avoid seeing Hoseok naked as of yet but you know it’s only a matter of time.
You hate to think of what Hoseok will think when he sees you naked. Maybe he already has.
You push that thought away.
“The project?” Taehyung snorts, “Do you think I was born yesterday?” “What?”
“Hoseok, when have you ever cared this much about any project before? You’re fucking her.” His eyes widen, “Oh my god. You’re revenge fucking her.” Your cheeks heat up, “No I am not. I told you, Taehyung. It’s the project.”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“Right… The project.”
You decide there’s no point in arguing with him. He’s made up his mind -clearly- and you don’t want to think how many times Hoseok has been in this position before for Taehyung to so easily come to that conclusion.
“Where is she?”
He smirks, “Kitchen.”
You stalk of out Hoseok’s bedroom without another word, making your way towards the kitchen and stopping at the sight of your form sitting at the counter.
Hoseok hasn’t quite mastered the art of sitting like a girl yet, but you don’t blame him. Your legs are pulled slightly apart, and your torso hangs forward, like a football coach deciding his team's next move.
Hoseok scrolls through your cell phone and you wonder for a moment, if this is what you look like to everyone else. The posture of course is all off… But the rest of it. The rest of it is you, isn’t it?
“Morning!” You chirp happily, “Buddy!”
Immediately, you regret that choice of word. Buddy. You were going for platonic, but you landed on weird.
Hoseok turns to you and smiles, albeit a little stiffly, “Hi… Friend.” You know he’s teasing you back, but you decide to ignore it.
“What are you doing here so bright and early?”
For the first time since you saw him, you take note of what Hoseok has decided to dress your body in.
A pair of high waisted jeans, a crop top that you think you wore once when you were like eighteen, and platform sandals you bought for a halloween costume.
Great. Fantastic.
Splendid.
“I thought we could walk to campus together and discuss…” Hoseok’s eyes flick towards Taehyung who is (not so discreetly) eavesdropping on your conversation, “The project.” “Ah yes. The project.”
Taehyung scoffs and you turn sharply to send him a raised brow of indignance. He is being impossible. He shrugs and turns away, making his way back down the hallway and towards his room.
When you’re sure you and Hoseok are alone you let out a deep, calming breath.
“He thinks we’re fucking.” You tell him bluntly.
Hoseok snorts, “What?” “Taehyung thinks we’re fucking. And I’m pretty sure Namjoon and Jimin think it too.”
“Add Sana onto that list,” He pouts, “She interrogated me over our relationship for almost two hours last night, after the rest of you left. My God.”
You shiver to think what Sana may have said to Hoseok last night - how she may have inadvertently embarrassed you.
It’s not her fault of course, but considering how convinced she’s always been of your romantic feelings for Hoseok, you don’t doubt she spent the entire evening teasing him for it.
Fuuuuuck.
“I’m sorry.” You say, because you’re not sure what else may suffice.
Hoseok shakes his head, “Don’t apologise. It isn’t your fault.”
“Right.”
“Maybe we should… I don’t know,” His cheeks heat slightly, and his eyes flicker momentarily towards yours. Then he takes a deep breath, “Maybe we should roll with it.”
“What?” “The whole… Us dating thing. Just for now, till we figure this whole thing out. It would make it easier to explain why we are spending so much time together.”
You feel like the entire world has just turned upside down. Your heart is in your throat, beating so loudly it’s the only thing you can hear, and suddenly everything seems like it’s moving in slow motion.
You squeeze your eyes shut a second and shake your head. When you open your lids, Hoseok is staring at you expectantly.
“You want to… You want to pretend we’re together?”
“Well yeah,” He shrugs, “It’s like I say - then people won’t be so freaked out about the amount of time we spend with one another.” “But what about the party… All your friends saw us fight… And I was a bitch to you-”
“We’ll say you apologised. We talked about it and realized we were into one another. Stranger things have happened, right?”
He seems so nonchalant about it. And where you’re freaking the fuck out, he’s shrugging his shoulders as though it’s no big deal.
“But you - you don’t want a relationship. You said you’re a man of zero commitment…”
“Well this isn’t real is it?” He sighs heavily, “Besides, it’s just until we’ve figured out how to put everything back to normal.”
You might throw up.
“I - I mean…” “Plus it’s not like I’m going to be getting any action whilst I’m in your body, right? Win win.” He smiles warmly, and for a moment you’re completely taken aback.
What the fuck are you meant to say?
“I guess. I mean… Okay.” You lick your bottom lip and tug a hand through your hair, pulling at the ends of Hoseok’s short strands, “Yes. Okay fine. It’s a good idea.”
“Great.”
You blink. Once, twice, three times.
The atmosphere shifts.
“Is that… Is that all you came round for?”
“I thought we could walk to class this morning. Really cement our whole new couple thing. We’ve got first period together, right?”
Your mouth is so dry, it might as well be a desert, but you force yourself to nod.
When the fuck did this become the timeline you are living in?
“Cool. So… I guess… Get ready? I’ll wait here. I’m still trying to figure these shoes out without breaking my neck. Your neck,” He wrinkles his nose, “Our neck.”
You snort a laugh at that, “Okay. Cool. Yeah… I’ll uh - I’ll see you now.” It’s only later, when you force yourself to a take a shower (despite having to face Hoseok’s naked body and trying your utmost to respect his privacy and not check out his bits) that the reality of what has happened to you in the last twenty-four hours truly hits you.
Not only are you currently inhabiting Hoseok’s body.
But you’re his girlfriend too now. (Fake girlfriend, technically speaking but… That’s semantics.)
Shit.
//
Your first day at college as Jung Hoseok goes awfully.
Of course it does. What else were you expecting?
It’s hard enough trying to keep up with all his classes and friend’s names and his fucking schedule. But the worst part of everything - the part you can’t stand - is the questions.
“Are you really dating that Y/N chick?”
“I thought the two of you hated each other.”“Never would’ve pegged you for a nerd guy.”
You hate it all - the assumption that you and Hoseok don’t make sense as a couple - but what else can you do but grin and bear it?
They’re kind of right, too really. You and Hoseok don’t really make sense.
You try to tell him this yourself, when you walk him home after the last of your classes, but he’s having none of it.
“Will you quit it?” He tells you seriously, eyes narrowing at the insecurity written all over your face, “Who gives a fuck what any of them think, anyway?”
“I do. Clearly.” You grumble feeling dumb for having even brought it up in the first place.
Hoseok rolls his eyes.
“Yeah and why’s that?”
“Because I’m dumb and insecure?” You shrug helplessly, “I don’t know Hoseok. People are probably already talking so much shit about me.”
“This isn’t high school.”
“So? People are still mean.” You sigh heavily, “You don’t get it Hoseok. I’m not cool. I’ve never been cool. Everyone is going to wonder why the fuck you decided to settle down with me of all people.”
Hoseok pauses, and turns to look at you. The fact he’s dressed you in platforms means the height difference between the two of you isn’t as large as it normally is, but he still needs to tilt his head up slightly to make eye contact.
“And if they ask you’ll tell them I chose you because you’re smart and capable and pretty.” His eyes are serious, “And I like you. You make me laugh and you don’t take my shit. Plus you’re the only person I know who actually gives a fuck about getting their degree. It’s admirable.” The words almost cause a heart attack. It’s a punch to the gut - does he really think those things about you? - and for a moment you don’t know what to say.
“Oh… Uh…”
“And when they ask me why you chose to date me… I’ll say because Jung Hoseok is a sex god and a filthy, dirty fuck.” He smiles widely, “Gotta retain at least a little bit of my reputation, right?”
You burst out laughing at that, unable to control yourself. Hoseok laughs too, and for a moment it feels like the two of you might be caught under something.
The way he’s looking at you - soft and warm, like he’s happy to be there - makes your heart clench and you remind yourself once again that he isn’t yours. He isn’t yours and he’s only here because he’s in your fucking body.
“Alright. I’ll let you have that at least,” You mumble back, as the two of you stop outside of your apartment block.
“Well,” He throws you an easy smile, “This is my stop.”
You click your tongue, “Yep.”
“I’ll see you tonight, right?”
When you draw a blank look Hoseok groans.
“The party, remember?”
You feel something flicker in your stomach. The stupid fucking party at the EXO frat, you’d agreed to go to.
“Do we have to...?”
“If we don’t, it will be harder to go to the next social gathering I'm invited to. We have to keep up appearances.” He seems sympathetic as he says it and you know he has a point.
The quicker you bite the bullet, the easier it will be to fool everyone else that you’re actually into each other.
But that doesn’t mean you like the idea.
“Can’t I just say I’m sick?”
Hoseok clicks his tongue, “Look, it's a great excuse for us to show we’re a solid couple, right?”
You stop yourself from actually sticking your tongue out at him and instead settle on a playful glare.
“Fine. But I’m not going to enjoy myself.”
“Duly noted,” Hoseok replies drily, “I’ll ask Sana. She’s probably already going with Joon.”
You hum some kind of half hearted agreement.
“It's going to be fine, Y/N trust me.”
You feel exhausted all of a sudden. Is this going to be the rest of your life? Figuring out ways to hoodwink your friends and family into believing something that isn’t true? Pretending to be somebody else? Having to live a life that isn’t yours?
“Are we ever going to be able to swap back?” The question is small, and you feel so dumb asking it because how can Hoseok give you an answer?
Hoseok gives you a small, comforting smile. He touches your shoulder gently and nods.
“We’ll figure it out. We’re not going to stay like this forever.”
You want to believe him. With everything inside of you, you want to believe that you can both fix this.
But you’re not sure of anything anymore, least of all if you’ll ever live in your own skin again.
“Just… don’t give up, okay?” He’s looking at you so earnestly your heart almost breaks. You nod, silently, biting back the tears.
“I won’t.” And without even thinking about it, you bend down and press a soft kiss against Hoseok’s forehead. Well… it’s your forehead really, but at this point the semantics don’t matter.
Hoseok freezes, but you don’t miss the way he leans ever so gently into the touch. You try to tell yourself you were just imagining things but part of you can’t really deny it.
When you pull away, he’s watching you with careful eyes.
“I’ll see you tonight,” You tell him, straightening out almost stiffly, “At the party.”
Hoseok smiles and nods.
“Yeah. See you later.”
You think that perhaps, today hasn’t actually been that awful. That maybe, maybe by the end of all this you and Hoseok might actually be friends. The thought warms your heart.
Friends with Hoseok. You know secretly you want more, but there’s no denying the impossibility of that ever happening.
So you resign yourself to hope for friendship. And something soft blooms in your chest.
It isn’t until you get back to Hoseok’s home that you are spun quite immediately back into reality. The look on Kim Taehyung’s face when you pass through the front door is enough to make you want to curl up in a hole and die.
“I fucking knew it. You’re banging her!”
Jin stands to Taehyung’s left, a dark brow raised. His arms are crossed and he watches you curiously.
“I’m not banging her…” You grumble, “She’s my girlfriend.” “Same difference.” Taehyung is grinning like the cat who got the fucking cream, “I knew there was something else going on.”
“I thought relationships weren’t your thing,” This comes from Jin, who’s still giving you that weird look.
You shrug, “Well it’s different. With Y/N.” “It is?” “Yeah. She’s different.” You almost cringe at your own words - but there’s nothing you can do it about it. God knows Jung Hoseok has definitely established his position as resident fuckboy pretty firmly by now - but things change, right?
“Don’t tell me you guys are like seriously exclusive?” Taehyung looks like he might pass out.
“Uh… Yeah. Exclusive.” “Fuck.” He scoffs out a laugh that is sharp as knives, “Shit. You’re really into her.” Another nod. Taehyung turns to Jin and shrugs.
“Twenty bucks then, right?”
Jin’s lips lift into a smirk. You frown.
“What?” “Me and Jin had a bet after that night,” Taehyung says this so easily as though it isn’t a big deal. But it is, you think, “The party where the two of you fought. You were so clearly into her. I thought you’d fuck her. Jin thought you’d make her your girlfriend. He won.”
You are floored. Hoseok’s friends think he’s into you? Like for real?
You don’t know what to say.
“What are you talking about?” “Well for one she’s the only girl on this entire campus you haven’t tried to fuck,” Taehyung points out almost studiously, “And whenever you do talk to her, you get all weird. Like you’re trying to impress her.”
You feel yourself flush because what the fuck?
“You’re - I… What?”
“C’mon don’t play dumb.” Taehyung fishes into his back pocket for his wallet, “After that night at the party you were so pissed. That’s only because you liked her enough to actually care what she thinks about you.”
Jin accepts the twenty dollar bill Taehyung passes him, “And we were right, obviously. Because she’s your girlfriend now.”
The tightness in your chest expands.
“Uh… I mean yeah. I guess.”
“She’s coming to the party tonight, right?” Jin’s question surprises you.
You nod and Taehyung grunts.
“Good. She can try and change my mind about her then.”
You resist the urge to tell him to fuck off. After all, the last time Taehyung had seen you around his best friend you hadn’t exactly behaved spotlessly, had you?
“I’m sure she will.” You mutter to yourself more than anything, “I am sure she’ll change your mind.”
//
The party is throbbing by the time you and Hoseok arrive. He’s stuffed you into one of Sana’s ridiculous minidresses and when you ask where on Earth he thought he was going he just shrugged and told you to chill out.
“I hate this already,” You mutter, feeling incredibly out of place.
“Well Jung Hoseok is usually the life and soul of any party so start un-hating it.”
You roll your eyes at his comment and let Hoseok slip his hand into yours. It feels weird, holding your own hand like this, but you can’t contain the butterflies swarming around your stomach either.
Even if you can’t fully enjoy it - Hoseok is currently holding your hand - and you can admit to yourself that you’d always wanted that.
Always wanted him.
God you’re a chump.
“Y/N!” Sana’s voice pierces through the crowd and you look up, trying to act nonchalant as she cuts her way through the mob of drunk college students.
“Hi Hoseok!”
You nod when she smiles up at you.
“You want to come join us? We’re playing ring of fire.”
You know what you want to say. You want to say fuck no. You can’t think of anything worse to play five minutes after arriving at a party, than ring of fire.
But you force a lazy smile onto your face and shrug, turning to Hoseok and raising a brow.
“Wanna play… babe?” The pet name comes out a little stilted, but it seems to do the job because Sana stifles a giggle.
Hoseok narrows your eyes a little, but he smiles just the same, turning on the charm.
“Anything you want… cupcake.”
You gag in your mouth because what the fuck? Cupcake? You would never reduce yourself to calling somebody something that gross but you force yourself to laugh.
“Okay then. Let’s play.”
Sana laughs too, and if she senses the weird energy between the two of you, she doesn’t comment on it. Instead she moves you both across the room into a smaller space - a room that could be considered a dining area if it wasn’t in a frat house.
“You know I’ve been getting questions about the two of you all night,” She throws over her shoulder as she leads the way, “All anybody seems to care about is the hottest couple on campus.”
Her tone is teasing, and you’d heard from Hoseok that Sana had been ruthless when he’d told her that the two of you were a couple.
You didn’t want to think about how she might have potentially embarrassed you.
“We are not the hottest couple on campus,” The words blurt out of you almost automatically and Sana snorts.
“According to most people I’ve spoken to at this party you are.” She shakes her head, “People can’t seem to wrap their puny little minds around it.”
“That’s because they’ve never been around the two of us when we’re together,” Hoseok pipes up, surprising you, “We’re perfect for each other.”
Your chest tightens again and you wonder if you might very well hyperventilate. Is he trying to kill you?
“That’s what I told them! You balance each other well, I think,” Sana sits at a huge round table and you take a seat to the left of her, “I always knew you had the hots for each other.”
Your eyes flicker to Hoseok as he sits to the left of you, and he holds your gaze steady. Breathe, he mouths.
Something about his presence calms you, despite how erratic you might feel inside, and you let yourself sink into the cushion of the chair you’re sat on.
“Well look who it is! The looooooovebirds!” Your eyes flick up to meet with a tall, slim man with charcoal gray hair. A memory flickers in your mind; he’s a member of EXO right? Cha-Cha… Cha-something.
“Shut up Chanyeol,” This comes from Namjoon (ah Chanyeol that was it), “Shit. I forget how obnoxious he gets at these….”
“Obnoxious my ass,” Chanyeol smiles good-naturedly, “I never thought I’d see the day that Jung Hoseok would be tamed! And by a woman, no less.”
You try to roll your eyes in a way you reckon might be reminiscent of Hoseok, and shrug.
“Not all of us can live in perpetual fuckboy territory, Chanyeol. I’ll leave the sleeping around to you, now.”
You pray to the Gods above that Chanyeol doesn’t have a girlfriend and that your joke will land - and sling an easy arm over Hoseok’s shoulder, pulling him closer towards you.
You press a kiss to the side of his head, and drop your mouth to his ear.
“He’s single, right?” You whisper.
Hoseok nods, once, and you relax. Thank God.
“Ooooo. Shots fired. Didn’t mean to offend you, Hobi.” But Chanyeol is still smiling as he says it, and you send him a smile right back.
“Not offended,” You shrug, “Just… Stating the truth.”
There seems to be a weird tension between the two of you, all of a sudden, and you wonder if maybe Hoseok and Chanyeol are not as buddy buddy as you might have thought. You feel Hoseok shift beside you.
“Okay, okay. Enough with the male testosterone,” Sana whines, “Are we going to play, or are we going to play?”
Your eyes flick quickly across the table - taking in the others at attendance. You don’t recognise anybody else apart from one girl who used to live in the same dorms as you freshman year. Momo, you think her name is.
“The floor’s all yours, darling.” Chanyeol smiles wolfishly, and something about that look on his face kind of creeps you out.
Sana starts rattling on about the rules of the game and you find your attention wavering, before Hoseok brings it to hyper focus by pinching the top of your thigh. You look down at him. He’s got a tight smile on his face.
“Avoid him.”
You raise a brow, “What?”
“Chanyeol.” He pushes closer towards you, “Try not to let him get you alone. Alright?”
Your brow creases, “Why?”
“Will you just…” He blows out a raspberry, “Can you just trust me on this?” A moment passes between the two of you. You watch as Hoseok blinks - once, twice, three times. Then you nod.
“Yeah. Fine. I’ll - I’ll avoid him.”
“Everybody understands the rules then, right?” Sana’s voice cuts through your conversation, and the two of you refocus your attention. You feel yourself nodding.
“Perfect. Then let’s begin!”
The game starts, and everything goes absolutely downhill from then on. You try to warn Hoseok several times that you can’t handle alcohol very well - you barely drink it and when you do, you don’t tend to drink the harder stuff. But Hoseok brushes you off.
It’s my brain in here, he tells you, I can handle it.
But he can’t of course. Because his brain or not, it’s a simple case of body chemistry and even though he really tries to keep up with everybody else in the game he just can’t. At one point, Hoseok flips over the glass of the girl to his left, and tries to apologize before flipping over your drink and causing an even bigger mess.
“Sweetie,” You grit your teeth together, “I think you’ve had enough.”
Hoseok turns to you, eyes wide and glassy. It’s weird to see yourself like this. Even though it’s not you - not technically - it’s your eyes and your mouth and your bright red cheeks.
Huh. So this is what you look like drunk.
“Uhhhh….” Hoseok hiccups, “I have?”
You feel something like fondness bubble in your chest.
“Yeah. Shall we step out of the game?”
Momo - that girl who lived in your dorms freshman year - sighs softly, “Shit. Look at him taking care of her like that. That’s so romantic.”
Sana giggles and tries to help Hoseok sit up a little straighter, “It is romantic.” Her eyes flick to yours, “Maybe you should get her some water?”
“Yeah.” You stand, grabbing Hoseok’s hand and pulling him up with you, steadying him when he inevitably stumbles into you, “C’mon baby. Let’s get you some water.”
Hoseok nods placidly, following you as you tug him towards the kitchen. There isn’t anybody else in there and you thank god because Hoseok really is a mess right now, and you can’t really focus on anything else but trying to sober him up.
“Come here.” You lead him to a bar stool and sit him down, pressing his back against the surface of the kitchen counter, to stop him from toppling over.
Hoseok’s eyes trace your face carefully. He bites his lip and smiles.
“Hi.”
You smile back, “Hi.”
“I’m kind of drunk, right?”
You nod, “Kinda.”
“Guess you were right.” He teeters slightly to the left, and you brace him carefully by the shoulders, “Are you mad?”
The question takes you by surprise.
“Why would I be mad?”
“Because you said I wouldn’t be able to drink so much and I didn’t listen to you.” He gives you a look that sits somewhere between guilty and cute, and if he wasn’t so drunk you might think he’s trying to flirt with you.
“You never listen to me,” You remind him studiously, grabbing a bottle of water and handing it to him, “Here. Drink up.”
He takes the bottle and brings it up to his mouth, taking a long gulp and pulling away with a dramatic swipe of his mouth when he’s done. He raises a brow.
“I do listen to you.” He whines, “What about the project? I agreed to do what you wanted to do.”
You purse your lips, “That’s one time.”
“And Jungkook.” He squints an eye, “I didn’t flirt with him.”
“Twice, then.”
“I’m sure there’s others,” He says confidently, “I just need to remember them.”
You laugh when he tries to tap his finger against his temple but fails miserably, using the hand holding the open bottle and spilling water down the front of Sana’s dress, instead.
“Look what you’ve done now,” You chide, shaking your head fondly.
“Woops?”
“Woops indeed,” You grab some paper towels and dab at the front of the dress, trying to take away as much moisture as possible.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Hoseok pushes you away gently, “Are you trying to get into my pants, mister? I’m not that easy y’know! I’m a lady.”
He’s smiling now, his eyes a little less glassy, and his face a little less flushed.
“A lady huh?”
Hoseok tilts his head to the side, studying you carefully - as though he’s seeing you for the very first time, almost.
“Yeah.” He licks his bottom lip once, “A sexy lady.”
You burst out laughing at that, and Hoseok laughs too, before a throat clears itself loudly to your left. Your head snaps round and you find Taehyung hovering in the doorway.
“I heard about your girl.”
“I am not his girl,” Hoseok snips, sounding a little too close to home for your liking, “My name is Y/N.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes, “Hi Y/N.”
Hoseok lifts an enthusiastic hand and waves.
“Hi Taehyung.”
He trails over towards the both of you and crosses his arms, raising a thick brow, “How are you feeling?”
“A little dizzy.” Hoseok hiccups again, “Who knew alcohol could make the room spin that fast?”
Taehyung swallows down a smile and turns to you.
“Maybe you should take her home…”
“But I don’t want to ruin your night,” Hoseok pouts like a baby and you think that might be the very first time your face has ever pulled that expression, “You were having fun, right?”
You shrug.
“It’s alright. There’ll be other parties.”
“That’s right there will be,” Hoseok stands, a little wobbly but on two feet at least, “And I’ll be at all of them too right? Because I’m your girlfrieeeeeend.”
He sings the last syllable of girlfriend - like he’s actually happy about the whole thing. You try not to think back on what Taehyung and Jin said to you before, about Hoseok always having had a thing for you and snort out a laugh.
“Yeah. You’ll be at every single one.”
He smiles, self-satisfied, “Good.”
“There’s no one home,” Taehyung whispers to you, laying on the innuendo thick, “Feel free to make as much noise as you’d like….”
You hate the way your cheeks pink at his suggestion and even Hoseok looks a little shy.
“Taehyung!” Hoseok shoves his friend’s shoulder playfully, “Are you encouraging fornication? You know we’re not married right?”
Taehyung barks out a laugh at that, unbidden. He looks sort of annoyed with himself for it.
“I’m just saying,” He says, “The night is young. Enjoy it.”
You slip your hand into Hoseok’s and tug him towards the front door, “We will. See you later, Tae.”
“It was nice meeting you again Tae-Tae,” Hoseok christens his friend with a brand new nickname, “I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other in the days to come!”
Taehyung does smile at Hoseok then, despite himself, and your heart warms at the fact that he seems to be warming up to you. And okay, right now it’s not actually you, but he’ll never know that. And maybe when things go back to normal, and you’re in your own body again, Taehyung will still like you.
(You try not to think too hard on why you want Hoseok’s best friend’s validation that much.)
“See you guys!”
God. This night is really turning into something else.
//
“I can sleep on the couch.”
Hoseok looks like he might throw up. You’d decided to bring him back to his own home. It didn’t make sense not to take Taehyung up on his suggestion that you take advantage of the empty BTS frat home.
The two of you are meant to be dating, after all, and if you ended up staying in separate rooms for the night it just wouldn’t really make sense. Not with how drunk Hoseok had gotten at the EXO party, anyway.
Of course, you aren’t exactly following through on Taehyung’s insinuation to make things… sexual. But he doesn’t have to know that.
“You’re not going to sleep on the couch in your own home.” You tell him sternly, “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Hoseok shakes his head sharply. He groans.
“That’s going to look weird when the boys get back. They’ll wonder why we didn’t just sleep together.”
Hoseok’s bed isn’t tiny, but it’s not huge either. There’s room for the two of you, you suppose, but you can’t imagine it’ll be the most spacious of sleeping conditions.
“Fine,” You set your jaw despite the way your heart trips in your chest at what you’re about to suggest, “We’ll just share.”
Hoseok turns to you, eyes wide. He seems to contemplate that for a moment, before shrugging.
“Sure. Let’s share.”
There’s a moment of almost awkward silence, where the two of you just stare at each other.
“We should… Get comfortable?” You smile weakly and Hoseok pulls a face.
“This is fucking weird isn’t it?”
You snort violently, “So so weird.”
His eyes zip over to the closet and you lick your bottom lip, nodding. Are you going to change in front of each other?
Not that seeing your own naked body would freak you out, but you’ve attempted to avoid making eye contact with Hoseok’s bits as best you can the last couple of days. It seems redundant, almost, to ask each other for privacy.
“I’ll go first.” Hoseok announces, zipping over to the closet and wordlessly pulling out an old AC/DC t-shirt.
“Are you going to just…. Do it here?”
Your question comes out as an insecure squeak. He turns to you and sighs heavily.
“I mean, if I go to the bathroom what difference does it make? It’s your body, anyway.”
You nod, speechless. He’s right but the whole thing just feels weird.
Something in the atmosphere shifts, as Hoseok pulls himself out of Sana’s skintight dress. He struggles with the zipper and you bite back a chuckle, moving towards him and stilling his hands.
“Here.” You whisper, “Let me.”
Hoseok meets your eyes as you pull the zip down, slowly exposing the expanse of skin that is your back. He freezes for a moment, eye contact held for what feels like eternity.
And then, he steps out of the dress.
Hoseok opted not to wear a bra. Of course he did. Sana would have told him off for even attempting it.
“You uh….” He’s still staring at you, “You can pull this over my head.” He holds the t-shirt out, “I won’t look.”
The sentiment pulls at your heart.
“Okay,” You breathe, taking the t-shirt and folding it over his head. Hoseok pops his arms out through the holes, and when his head breaks through too, he smiles at you.
Softly. Gently. Warmly.
“There.” He whispers.
Your noses are a hair’s breadth away from one another.
You clear your throat, “There.”
Theres a moment held between the two of you. Like a spell you’ve been caught under. Even though you’re looking into your own face, you can see Hoseok shining through your eyes.
He’s there. He’s there and he’s looking at you and your skin prickles at the way he’s looking at you.
Then, he coughs gently.
The spell is broken and you step back.
“You should change too.” He tells you, hand scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
You nod and pull your own t-shirt off, pushing down the jeans you opted to wear and leaving Hoseok in a pair of briefs. He smirks.
“You just gonna sleep in my underwear?”
There’s something burning behind his words. You bite your lip.
“No. I’ll put some pants on.”
Hoseok laughs almost throatily as you do so, pulling out the first pajama pants you find. They’re Christmas themed.
“Those are my favorites,” He tells you as you slip into them, and you scoff playfully.
“Of course they are.”
There is another moment of silence as the two of you contemplate Hoseok’s bed. You know what comes next. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your rib cage when you gesture towards the sheets.
“Should we….?”
“Yeah.” Hoseok smiles softly, “We should.”
The two of you climb in. It’s a little awkward at first, a mess of limbs and hair. You can’t imagine Hoseok is used to having to share his bed with someone else, much less with himself.
The thought almost makes you laugh.
But finally, you settle down. You roll over and click the bedside lamp off. You’re both swathed in darkness and you stare up at the black ceiling, feeling ache usted all of a sudden.
“Y/N.” Hoseok whispers from beside you.
You roll over carefully, and suddenly your noses are touching. Hoseok doesn’t move away.
“Thanks.” He breathes gently, “For coming to the party. And for not getting mad when I got too drunk.”
You feel yourself smile in the dark.
“That’s okay.”
“You’re…” He takes a moment, seemingly searching for the words, “Just. That’s it, I guess. Thank you.”
“Don’t sweat it,” You answer softly, feeling like you’re still trapped under that spell, from before. “G’night Hoseok.”
He breathes out softly, and the air hits your cheeks.
“Goodnight.”
And when you fall asleep that night, your dreams are suspiciously void of anything but romance. You’re falling in love, obviously, and you seem incapable of stopping yourself.
//
The first thing you notice when you wake up the next morning is that there are a pair of soft arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You look down, across the expanse of Hoseok’s sturdy chest, all the way to the two little hands clasped together in front of you.
The memories of last night come rushing back to you and you smile to yourself, almost embarrassed at the softness the two of you displayed.
You try not to think about Jin and Taehyung’s words. About how Hoseok has always been into you, and instead focus on the matter at hand.
Because of course Hoseok’s body has reacted quite prominently to the soft female body cuddled up next to him. You’ve got a boner.
Well Hoseok has a boner. For you.
It hurts a little if you think about it too much, but there is undeniable hardness settled between your legs.
“Fuuuuuuck.” You groan, trying to maneuver yourself out of Hoseok’s grasp, and only causing him to further tighten his hold.
“Hoseok,” You try instead, shaking your body a little more violently, “Hoseok…..”
This time you pinch his forearm - a little forcefully but what else are you meant to do?
And that seems to do the trick, as his eyes shoot open and his arms fall away from your waist. He jumps up, almost scared, and you laugh at the look on his face.
“Shit.” He moans, holding a hand to his forehead, “Do you always get hangovers this bad?”
You nod, once, and he grumbles pitifully.
You notice that the shirt that Hoseok was wearing last night has coincidentally ridden up your thigh, exposing the flesh even further, and without warning Hoseok’s body reacts pretty positively to that.
Which is to say his dick gets harder.
You try not to think about the fact that technically you’re turning yourself on, when Hoseok’s eyes graze the problem you’re having downstairs. He gasps.
“Shit.” He looks up at you, “Fuck.”
Your cheeks pink and so do his, and the air is suddenly filled with embarrassment. He tries to apologize.
“Oh fuck I’m so sorry Y/N.” He scoffs, “Little fucker can’t take one day off.”
You laugh at the look on his face, despite yourself, and shrug, “I mean I guess I’m flattered. At least your dick finds me hot.”
The words fly out of your mouth without warning. Hoseok’s eyes darken just a little.
“What?”
“I just mean….” You try again, “It’s a compliment really, right?”
He licks his bottom lip, “Yeah.”
His gaze is heated when it meets yours and something in your stomach drops. Hoseok’s dick hardens even further (if that’s humanly possible) and before you do something crazy - like have sex with yourself - you jump out of bed.
“So I should go and uh… Sort it out. Will a cold shower help?”
Hoseok crinkles his nose, “Amongst other things….”
You cannot possibly take anymore of his teasing, so you hurry yourself off to the bathroom, intending to stand under a shower of cold water until this boner disappears. But, of course, God has other plans.
Because just as you slip out of Hoseok’s bedroom, you find Kim Taehyung standing just outside your door, with an older, distinguished looking man.
Taehyung throws you what looks like an apologetic look over the man’s shoulder, as the mystery man in question turns around slowly. When his eyes meet yours the resemblance is uncanny.
This is Hoseok’s father.
“Hoseok.” His voice is low and gravelly, almost stern, “Good morning.”
Your spine straightens like a rod. Your throat dries up impossibly quickly.
“Uh…. Hi.”
“Taehyung tells me you have company this morning.” His eyes flick down from the top of your head, to the bottom of your feet, “You should invite your girlfriend to have breakfast with us. We have much to discuss.”
The bedroom door swings open again, and your chest tightens when you feel Hoseok freeze beside you.
Hoseok’s father smiles, shark-like, “Ah. You must be the elusive Y/N.”
You feel Hoseok swallow, his whole body rigid and stiff. He tries to smile.
“Uh yeah…. That’s me.”
“I am Hoseok’s father.” His eyes judge every inch of your body, “But you can call me… Dad.”
The words sound anything but friendly.
Oh fuck.
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