It was week three of recordings and I was already exhausted. Currently in the shared fitting room, I lay down in its huge sofa. Sadie was next to me, on the opposite side of the sofa, rereading her script for the 10th time. she was saying her lines to me, while I pretended to hear.
"Yeah, but boyfriends lie, all the time... Y/n, what do you thing about a pause. I can say 'All. The. Time.' Gives more emphasis." Sadie asked.
"Uhum." I hummed in answer.
My eyes were closing by themselves. Haven't had any time for resting this week, so I was super sleepy. Barely read today's script, but that's problem for the future.
" 'All. The. Time.' Is it better? Kinda sound.... I don't know. Do you thing I'm overthinking y/n?" She poked my legs."Hey! You're not even listening!" I looked to her and sat up.
"Of course I am Sadie. You're gonna be fine, it's not a deep scene. Plus you are amazing by yourself, this will be easy!"
In the exact moment I said that, Caleb burst through our door.
"Shooting time people!" He screamed on his incredibly excited voice.
Me and Sadie looked at each other and got up fast. Then we three started heading to the area it was today's setting. Walked by some more doors and exited the building.
"Hey y/n, you okay? Seem a little tired." Caleb asked looking at me.
I nodded at him. "Yeah I am. didn't have a good night at sleep."
"Oh I'm sorry about it. Bet Finn will cheer you up."
I smiled when he mentioned the curled boy name.
"I'd say he already did." Sadie laughed at us.
"Shut up." I told her, and we finally arrived to the shooting area. The 'Wheeler's house'. It was firsts weeks of recording but the Duffers wanted us to do all footage of each place. So we were working in this house for a bit. Season three, differently from the other two, takes place more outside of Mike's basement than inside. I think seasons from now on will be more like this.
We three entered the house and first thing I saw was Gaten attacking the doughnuts in the 'living room'.
"Leave some for me!" Caleb screamed and runned past me. Sadie laughed and joined them right after. In the corner Millie was talking to Matt and Ross. Nathalia was next to them, leafing through some papers with a cast member. Almost everybody was here. Where was him? My eyes scanned he room trying to find a certain Canadian boy.
"Looking for someone?" I heard a voice say behind me.
I smiled before turning around.
"Actually am. Have you seen this boy right here?" I asked while holding my phone right up to his face, where it had a picture of us together as wallpaper.
"Hum let me see." He pretended to look around with his hand in forehead. "No I don't think so."
I chuckled lightly. Finn walked closer and grabbed me by the waist. I looked at those bright brown eyes. The eyes I fell in love with. My hands went to his face, brushing slowly the freckles that sited just right on his cheeks.
"Hello there girlfriend." Finn said in a lower tone, so just I could hear.
"Hello boyfriend."
We have been dating for just two weeks. It was so recent but at the same time it felt like this my whole life. Being with Finn felt right. He's gaze then moved to my lips, and the curled boy started to down himself a bit, thanks to the height difference. I closed my eyes when his lips brushed mine.
"I missed you." Finn whispered.
I smiled instantly. Before I cold answer, he kissed me. The world disappeared. Right there it was just me and Finn. Nothing else mattered. His hands moved to my face, cupping my cheeks trying to deepen the kiss. It was such a gentle move that I cold fell my heart melting a little. We parted, but our foreheads were still touching.
"I missed you too." I answered him.
I then heard Finn laughing. Suddenly the director started to clap, in a way to call everyone's attention. But Finn didn't move. He stayed there frozen. Opened my eyes only to see the boy already looking at me. Again meeting those lovingly eyes.
"What is it Finn?" I asked him, shy with that burning gaze at me.
"I just love staring at you." He said without a worry in the world. Like I wouldn't think about this all day. Oh shit, I’m lost under this boy’s spell…
(mdni) in which you spend a morning in your boyfriend’s shirt and nothing else. part of promptober75 2024 and the actress!reader au. 2912 words.
warnings: fingering, thigh riding, praise, mild degradation, use of 'bunny', spanking, pussy slaps, oral (f receiving), brief cockwarming
You’re alone in Matty’s bed when you wake up, but the mid-October sun is barely kissing at the horizon and his side of the bed is still warm. Stretching, you sit up, shivering a little in the chill, and get to your feet. You pull Matty’s flannel shirt off the floor and button it on, lifting the collar over your nose to inhale the smell of him, all cigarettes and sweet cologne. Slipping into a pair of his boxers, you rake your fingers through your hair, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as an idea forms in your mind. A pair of your thigh-high socks sit neatly folded on the dresser, and you quickly slip them on and pad downstairs in search of your boyfriend.
“Morning,” you yawn, greedily reaching for one of the steaming mugs of coffee in his hands. “Oh, come here, beautiful.” you murmur.
“You’re talking to the caffeine, aren’t you?” Matty grins, his voice rough with sleep and oh-so tempting. You half-nod around the mug already at your lips, and his eyes go wide when he takes in the sight of you properly.
After a beat of silence that seems to drag just a little too long, you wonder if you’ve miscalculated. Nervously fiddling with the hem of his shirt, you bite your lip. “Sorry, I was a bit chilly when I got out of bed. Is this okay?”
Matty’s still staring at you, slack-jawed. “You look fuckin’— I’m— Jesus Christ,” he stammers, his heavy, lust-thick gaze on you making your head swim. His eyes are glued to your thighs where they spill over the tops of your socks, stuck on the sliver of skin left exposed by his shirt.
Giggling to yourself, you sip your coffee, waiting for Matty to snap out of it and make a move. Eventually, you set the mug down, rest your palms on his thighs and lean close. “Is this okay?” you repeat teasingly.
“You’re evil,” he breathes against your lips. “So fucking evil. And gorgeous, God, so gorgeous.” Teasingly, you pull at the hem of your shirt, revealing his low-slung boxers and a sliver of your hip. “Jesus, I’ve had wet dreams that start like this,” Matty blurts out, one hand digging into your hip.
“Oh, yeah?” you tease, lowering yourself into his lap. “What happens next?” you breathe, slowly rolling your hips against the muscles of his thigh and moaning under your breath.
Matty laughs softly, fingers sliding delicately into your waistband. “First, I make you cum all over my fingers,” he smirks, greedily swallowing your gasp as he brushes a circle into your clit. “Then, I bend you over and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Then, I clean you up with my tongue, ‘cause I’m a gentleman like that,” he adds, wearing a smug, lascivious grin and teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger. “You like the sound of that, angel?”
Grinding down against his fingers, you nod into his neck. “Mhmm. Yes. Please, Matty,” you whine, need creeping up your spine. A murmured good girl as he gently lifts your head has you dripping against his fingers, his lips meeting yours in a slow, loving kiss. Matty draws his fingers out of your underwear, his other hand pulling you down against his thigh so you can grind yourself against him. His tongue comes out to lick obscenely at his fingers, practically salivating at the taste of you.
“Shit, I wanna get my mouth on you,” he groans, pleasure tingling under your skin as you roll your hips down against his sweats. “God, I love this fucking pussy,” he adds, near-reverent.
“S’yours,” you say immediately. “S’all yours, baby. Can do anything you want with it, promise.” Matty practically whines, gripping your hip with one hand and sliding the other up your shirt. Your back arches when his knuckles brush a peaked nipple, sensation rippling through your body.
Your hips jerk, arousal dripping out of you as you rock against Matty’s thigh, head tipping back in ecstasy. “Good girl,” he coos. “That’s it, make yourself feel good. Need to make this pretty pussy cum f’me, okay?” Nodding, you whine as he slips his hand back into your underwear, circling your soaked hole and then filling you with two fingers in one breathless second.
Clenching your cunt around him, you whimper, melting against him as he sets a gorgeous pace, fast and punishing; designed to reduce you to a trembling mess in his lap. “Mmh, Matty, fuck,” you whine, head hazy with pleasure. Your lips meet his jaw, slight stubble against your soft skin somehow enough to set you buzzing as you kiss and bite at him. “Y’so fucking hot,” you moan, attacking his neck as he finger-fucks you into a daze.
“Such a sweet girl,” Matty murmurs, circling his thumb over your clit as pleasure arcs up your spine. “God. you drive me crazy, angel. Look so pretty in my clothes, thought I was still dreamin’ when you came downstairs like that,” he groans, letting you drive your hips down onto his fingers and clench around him wantonly. His hips twitch a little, the length of him pressing against your thigh insistently.
You’re dizzy with lust, high off knowing he wants you, dazed by his fingers still fucking in and out of you like it’s going out of fashion. “If I’d known you’d get so— mmm— hot and bothered, I’d have— fuck, fuck!— done it forever ago,” you gasp, choked out around moans. Obscene sounds fill the room, echo off the ceiling, rattle deliciously through your head.
“Y’always get me bothered, angel,” Matty laughs breathlessly. “Too fucking beautiful,” he sighs, grinding the heel of his palm into your clit and swallowing your moans as your body starts to tremble under his touch. “You ready to cum for me, darling?”
“Yes,” you whimper, choked with lust. Your orgasm crashes frantically over you, lung-crushingly intense as you gasp for air. Your cunt pulses around Matty’s fingers, his murmured praise going straight to your hazy head. His name falls from your lips in a dazed chant, body going slack as you melt into a puddle of pure desire against his chest.
You wince as Matty slides his fingers out of you, and he croons a soft apology into your hair. “Good girl,” he coos, rubbing his palm over your soaked cunt as you whine. He slaps your cunt harshly, sending a bolt of pleasure-pain rippling through you. “That’s my good little slut, baby. Shit, I need to be inside you, angel. D’you wanna be a good little bunny? Bounce on it for me?”
The nickname makes you dizzy, cunt throbbing with want. You look at him with need painted across your face, eyes wide and pleading. “Want it from behind, like you said. Please? Promise I’ll still be a good little bunny for you.” Matty’s eyes blow wide, pressing a messy, sloppy kiss to your lips and grinning against your mouth.
Detaching yourself from his lips with a whine, you stand and bend over the arm of the sofa, shoving Matty’s boxers down your legs so they puddle on the floor. You reach back to rub your clit with a moan, arching your back as Matty’s blunt nails dig into your hip and he frees his cock. “So gorgeous. Look how wet you are for me, bunny. Gonna look so good pumped full of cum, huh?” he adds, brushing the head of his cock over your clit as you whine desperately.
Torturously slow, Matty fills you, your back arching and cunt clenching with want. Twin moans fall from your lips as he bottoms out, his hips flush with yours. Your cunt pulses, desire flaring under your skin, and you try desperately to urge him deeper. “Please, need you to fuck me, Matty, fuck!” you whimper.
“Shh, bunny, shh. M’gonna give you what you need, promise. Don’t you trust me?” Matty says, low and rich and soothing, and you melt against the sofa cushions. He pulls out, all the way out, and you let out a needy, choked sob, cunt clenching around nothing. “Oh, sweet girl. You’re desperate, huh?” he teases, a touch cruel in a way that kisses deliciously down your spine. A hard smack against your cunt makes you scream, incoherent pleas dripping into the pillows under your head. “You’re dripping,” he coos.
“M’soaked,” you whine. “M’so fuckin’ wet for you, Matty, please stop teasing,” you beg. His hands tightening on your hips is all the warning you get before Matty slams hard into you. A sound that’s half-scream, half-moan, all lust tears free from your chest, sudden, intense pleasure balling tight in your chest.
Slick sounds echo obscenely loud around you, filthy and melodic; like Matty himself, somehow. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “That’s my good little bunny, yeah? This pretty cunt’s takin’ me so well, darling,” he praises, stroking the curve of your ass gently. You brace for a slap that never comes, and you find yourself whining at the lack of it. “Oh, baby. You want spanked, s’that it, bunny?” You nod, whimpering his name, and he pinches your clit, sending a bolt of pleasure rocketing up your spine. “Words, darling. I know it’s hard when I’ve made you all dumb on my cock, but you gotta talk to me, yeah?” The condescending lilt to his words drips deliciously down your spine, pools between your legs.
“Please, Matty,” you murmur, voice thin and pathetically pleading. “Need you to spank me,” you add, cheeks flaming as the burn of humiliation turns to a tingle of arousal between your thighs. Matty’s hand comes down against your ass, heat spreading from every inch of his skin that touches yours. You moan happily, arching your back as Matty fucks into you between slaps.
His hand meets your ass, your thighs, even your hips, until the skin there is red and stinging and your cunt is practically gushing against him. Matty fucks you through it all, hips slamming against yours as you clench vice-tight around him. “So close, aren’t you, bunny?” You nod into the pillows, whining his name breathlessly. “You want one more?” he says, his grin audible. Nodding, you whimper out something that sounds enough like agreement to satisfy him, and he croons out a good girl.
In a split-second, he’s pulling out of you and slapping your clit so hard that the impact sends you toppling over the edge. Without warning, you’re cumming all over Matty’s fingers, your knees buckling with the weight of your orgasm. Your breath is coming in quick, short gasps, every exhale burning sweetly in your lungs. Pleasure floods your entire body, seeping into every bone, every muscle, your very nerves catching alight as you come and come. It takes you a minute to come to, and when you do, you’re laid delicately on the sofa; Matty kneels between your legs, gliding his palms reverently along the exposed skin at the top of your thighs.
“Hi, bunny,” he says, softly trailing one hand up to stroke your face, brush sweat-soaked hair out of your eyes. “That was intense, huh?” he can’t resist adding, a self-satisfied and shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
Your eyes flicker down to where his cock hangs between his legs, still hard and heavy, drooling and fucking soaked with your arousal. “You didn’t cum,” you say, frowning a little and reaching weakly for him.
Matty pushes your arm down with a soft laugh, leaning down to kiss you and slowly working his way down your neck to just above the spot where his shirt is buttoned over your chest. “Good thing this isn’t about me, then,” he smirks. “This is about you, bunny,” he adds, unbuttoning his shirt a little so he can press a kiss to the valley between your breasts. “And how unbelievably, irresistibly, mind-blowingly fucking sexy you look wearing my clothes.” Matty punctuates every word with a wet kiss against your bare skin, your pulse rushing instinctively under his touch.
He unbuttons the shirt just enough that he can free your tits, seemingly desperate to keep you in the shirt this entire time. Wrapping his lips around your nipple, Matty sucks eagerly, teeth grazing slightly as his tongue flicks over you the same way he does to your clit. “Mmm, now who’s needy?” you giggle, sliding your hand into his curls and tugging gently, just enough that he pulls off your nipple.
“Always need you,” Matty answers instantly, honey-brown eyes meeting yours with a hunger so deep you feel it in your very bones. Then, he smirks, and a shivering thrill rushes over you. “D’you remember the third part of that dream I was tellin’ you about?”
You bite your lip teasingly. “Where you clean me up after?” Matty’s working his way down your body, your legs widening unconsciously to make room. “You made a real mess of me,” you challenge, whining when he kisses softly at your clit.
“Don’t worry, bunny. Don’t even think, okay? Gonna make you feel so good,” he promises, lapping hungrily at your cunt. Stubble scrapes deliciously against your thighs, and you resist the instinct to slam them closed around Matty’s head. Moaning as pleasure drips down your spine, you arch up against his mouth.
His tongue flicks back and forth over your clit, skilled muscle working you into a frenzy. Your hands dig into his hair, French tips scraping over his scalp as he moans into you. The sound vibrates through your body, settles as a low hum in the base of your skull, dizzying. “Don’t stop,” you plead, pressing his mouth harder against you.
Desire pulses thickly in your blood, weighs heavy on you, pins you still. You grind your hips up, your clit brushing his nose as he teases your soaked hole with the tip of his tongue. “God, I fucking love this pussy. So pretty, so good for me,” he coos, drawing back a little so you can see his face, eyes lidded and lust-blown and lips and chin soaked with you. “Whose pussy is this, really, bunny? Who does it belong to?”
“You,” you choke out. “S’yours, Matty, all yours,” you whimper, gasping as his calloused fingers come up to circle your clit.
“Fuck, say my name like that again,” he groans, sounding fucking wrecked. Obediently, you gasp out his name, over and over. Matty’s breathing goes ragged. He leans in, redoubled his efforts, licking at you with a hunger so voracious you aren’t sure he won’t swallow you whole — you aren’t sure you wouldn’t let him, either.
Chanting his name like it’s the only word you know, you writhe in pleasure under him. Matty’s nails dig into your hips, so deep they’ll bruise. You can’t bring yourself to care when your brain is so saturated with ecstasy that you’re sure you’ll never feel anything but bone-deep pleasure again. “Oh, my God,” you whimper. “I’m so close.” Every exhale is shaky, frenzied, pure bliss coiled so tight in your chest that it feels like panic, your heart racing faster and faster with every stroke of Matty’s tongue.
He doesn’t even have to speak, just buries his tongue deeper inside you, presses into your clit, moans against your dripping hole. The instruction is clear: cum for me. The fire in your chest erupts, rips free, burns you up and leaves melted strings of unending pleasure in all the places your body should be. You’re screaming his name, pulsing on his tongue, probably soaking everything in sight as the evidence of your ecstasy fucking sprays out of you.
“Fuck, darling, y’gonna make me cum,” Matty practically whimpers, crawling up your body to speak in the shell of your ear. “M’so close, I wanna cum inside you, fill you up. S’that okay, bunny? S’okay if you’re too sensitive, I just—” You’re still cumming, dizzy with the relief of it, as you reach wordlessly down to guide his cock into you.
The second he feels your soaked, tortured cunt throb around him, Matty’s cumming, covering your mouth with his in a messy, sloppy approximation of a kiss. You swallow his moans almost as greedily as you take his cum, milking him for every drop as he coats your insides. He slumps on top of you, still inside you, and grins dazedly. “You’re fucking incredible,” he vows.
“M’fucking exhausted,” you mumble, eyelids suddenly lead-heavy.
“Oh, darling,” Matty coos, propping himself up on his elbows to fuss over you. You wince as he pulls out, the loss bringing a pout to your lips.
You yawn. “Can you…” you trail off, reaching up to stroke his face. “Mmm, just put me to bed, n’then fill me up when you’re hard again? Don’t wanna fuck again, I just need you inside me.” You’re slurring your words, your exhaustion now a physical thing, weighing heavy on your consciousness.
Matty kisses you, soft and featherlight. “Fuck, s’not gonna take long if you keep talkin’ like that, bunny,” he murmurs, scooping you into his arms and carrying you to bed. You’re drawn tight into sleep, barely afloat when you feel him slide home, your cunt so soaked that it accepts him oh-so easily. “That’s it, bunny.” You can vaguely hear his murmur, barely kissing at the edge of your awareness. “Just go to sleep, I’m right here.”
And that you know, in your heart of hearts, to be the truest words you’ve ever heard.
enews looks like we have a new Hollywood couple? Timothèe Chalamet and Y/F/N where recently spotted walking the streets of Manhattan New York together looking a bit cozy🤭.could they just be friends or more?!?! (📷:Getty)
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y/nfan7 lmao we all knew this y’all are a bit late
timfan00 tf,can’t you just mind your business for once?
enews just doing our job 🙃
y/nfan63 praying to the lords their together
y/nfan510 aw his smile is so cute
timmyfan278 cmon tim you can do better now
timothèefan09 the day has come, our king and queen have finally come together
randomfan89 not Perez Hilton liking this 💀
timfan84 am i dreaming?
y/nfan111 this rlly does feel like a fever dream
timothèefan555 well i guess we lost him guys 😓
y/nfan634 i find it sad how everywhere they go they have like 0 privacy
tchalamet added to their story!
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y/i/n 🎰
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y/nfan222 where’s timmy☹️
y/nfan111 i wish i was u so bad
tchalamet you have a very naughty kitty
y/i/n tell me about it 😮💨
timfan907 you can not tell me they aren’t together after them comments
y/i/nfan69 still can’t get over how pretty she is
timfan566 well i guess timmy’s cheating on us guys
y/nfan349 timmy cheating?? fucking y/n is cheating on us
randomfan44 the way everyone is wishing they where y/n when i’m over here wishing i was timothèe 😒😓
bellahadid i miss you so much :((
y/i/n i’ll come see you soon :0 cus i miss ur food :)
y/nfan000 oh to be friends with miss y/n, such a dream
omg your tom blyth au is so amazing , like all its posts have me giggling and kicking my feet
i feel like Sweet Nothing would most definitely be their song. like think about it, as yn becomes more successful and stuff she looks for comfort in Tom because everything is just becoming too much.
“And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more". To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it”
like this part of the song just scratches an itch in my brain and i can’t help but think of them ‼️😭
THANK YOU NONNIE!
I honestly haven’t listened to the song yet but the lyrics are lyricing i love it
They're filming a show on obx and JJ and movie star!reader kinda have this meet cute situation that ends up being in a movie draft script (courtesy of director reader bc rafe was like "hey we could profit off of this")
Genre: fluff, angst, slow burn, strangers to friends to ???
Warnings: Strong language
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You follow Wonho out of the private lounge, your head fuzzy with alcohol and despair. How could you not make the connection sooner? Of course there was a reason the police never investigated Seoyeon for Lisa’s disappearance – and now Lisa’s laptop, the only proof that the two were connected, is in the hands of Detective Kang. Seoyeon’s father. Your eyes sweep the club in search of Yoongi. You have to tell him. Eventually you spot him in a corner of the dance floor, hand pressed to his ear. Alone. For a moment you actually start towards him, before the thought hits you like a brick to the skull. He’s dating Seoyeon. How can you trust him, or tell him anything? Hell, what if the rumors are right, and he’s with Seoyeon because Detective Kang has something on him?
“C’mon,” Wonho yells over the deafening bass, “Let’s dance!”
You trail behind him, your eyes still on Yoongi. You’re about to turn away when you notice Hoseok wade through the crowd, with an expression you can barely recognize on his face. Hoseok looks… angry.
The music shifts, and Wonho takes your hand as he dances. You join in halfheartedly, wanting so badly for him to distract you. But now that the police have apparently abandoned your only lead… Is Lisa lost to you forever?
~~~
“Hyung, may I speak to you for a moment?” Hoseok hisses, tugging on Yoongi’s sleeve. One of Yoongi’s hands is pressed to his ear, the other holding his phone. It takes a moment before Yoongi notices Hoseok, his eyes dazed.
“D, one sec,” he says into the phone before turning to the younger man. “Not now. Weren’t you keeping an eye on the girl?”
“That’s the thing. Hyung, she told me some stuff… I really need to talk to you.” Hoseok’s voice is urgent, but Yoongi looks unconvinced. “It’s about Y/n.”
That changes things. Yoongi holds the phone back up to his ear. “Lemme call you back”, he says before hanging up swiftly and turning back to Hoseok. “What is it?”
Hoseok looks around to make sure no one is paying attention to them, but it’s too much to wish for; even in a club exclusive to celebrities, they are members of BTS. They’re big anywhere. There are several sets of eyes turned toward them. “Shit. I can’t tell you everything now, but hyung… stay away from Y/n.”
“Huh?” Yoongi draws back. “You, of all people-”
Hoseok grits his teeth. “Look, I know what I said before, but think about it, hyung! She gains more than anyone from this – practically got famous off of it! Dating you, the drama, all of it. Seoyeon said she has a video from inside our apartment – who else has had access?”
Yoongi shakes his head. “No, you’re wrong.”
Hoseok pauses. “I know we need to take everything Seoyeon says with a big grain of salt, but think about it. Y/n’s an ARMY, remember. She lied to us, to you, this whole time. You only pretended to date because of that photo on Twitter – hyung, who gained the most from that? You need to ask yourself-”
“Just shut up, Jung Hoseok,” Yoongi snaps, his eyes narrowing. “You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about. None.”
“But hyung-”
“I’m done with this shit. I’m going home.” Hoseok watches Yoongi call their chauffeur and arrange to be picked up. He starts making his way back to the entrance, but Hobi grips his arm.
“I was trying to help, idiot!” Hoseok hisses. “All she’s done is lie to you. Have you ever considered you’re too lovesick to see right through her?”
Yoongi rips away from Hoseok, and for a second Hoseok thinks Yoongi might hit him. Instead he simply speaks, voice cold. “You don’t know anything.”
With that, Yoongi fights his way to the bar through the crowd of bodies, pulling a drunk Seoyeon along with him outside. Hoseok watches him go, mind racing. He had warned Y/n never to hurt Yoongi; Hoseok always protected his family, and the members were as much a part of that as his own sister. Hoseok had trusted Y/n – they all had. Had she truly been lying to them this whole time?
He looks around helplessly, just in time to see Jungkook pulling on Y/n. He and Taehyung join her and Wonho in dancing, and though Y/n is smiling, there’s a stiffness in her movements, and her focus seems far away. Hoseok can feel his blood begin to boil. If Seoyeon was telling the truth, then Y/n arranged her own attack and used it to manipulate Hoseok’s friends.
Almost unconsciously, he makes his way to the group. “Guys, let’s get going home!” He shouts over the music.
Jungkook whines and Taehyung laughs, clearly buzzed. “But we’re having fun!”
“It wasn’t a question,” Hoseok replies. Your eyes flick towards him – have you noticed something is wrong? “C’mon, Y/n.”
“I can drive you back later if you don’t want to leave right now, Y/n.” Wonho offers. Hoseok looks between you and him.
“No, she needs to come back with us.”
“Oh, I don’t mind it if Wonho drives me,” you say, barely heard over the beat.
“In case you’ve forgotten, that outfit you’re wearing isn’t yours, is it?” Hoseok snaps. “You need to return it.”
He sees you blink twice, clearly surprised. “Right. Okay. Let me grab my bag.”
“Taehyung, Kook, grab Joon and Jin hyung. I’ll get Jimin. We’re leaving in five minutes.”
When Y/n and the other members have wandered away, Wonho fixes Hoseok with a stare. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Sorry, why do you care?”
“Isn’t she your friend? Because you didn’t treat her like one just now. Or are you going the way of your asshole friend?”
Hoseok’s eyes narrow. So this is Yoongi’s reputation, thanks to Y/n? “I don’t answer to you.” If Wonho responds, he doesn’t hear him; Hoseok turns to track Jimin down. He’s dancing in the middle of the floor, his loose silk shirt exposing a collarbone shining with sweat. Stars surround him, whooping and clapping. Hoseok pushes his way through the crowd until he’s close enough that Jimin can hear him.
“We’re going,” Hoseok says, pulling at the younger man’s sleeve.
Jimin nods, panting, and follows them. It isn’t long until the eight of them are once more settled in the limo.
~~~
You anxiously twist the handles of your purse in your hands. The ride is much quieter than it was on the way to Club Xyon – although it was only hours prior, you feel like you’ve aged centuries. Taehyung has fallen asleep leaning on your shoulder, and Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, and Seokjin are playing some sort of rock-paper-scissors drinking game. You’re impressed by their tolerance. Hoseok sits in the corner, far more quiet than he had been this evening. You can’t blame him – you’ve barely spoken either since the realization that not even the police can help you find your best friend.
The driver stops in the parking garage of the boys’ apartment building. One by one, they stumble out, with Seokjin supporting a still-sleepy Taehyung. You move for the door as well, but for a voice behind you: “Just a minute, Y/n.”
You turn. Hoseok is still sitting in the car, eyes trained on you. The scene feels eerily familiar. “What’s up?”
“I was just talking to Seoyeon earlier,” Hoseok drawls, and you flinch at the name. “She said some very interesting things. That she wasn’t following Yoongi hyung; she was following orders to track you. She didn’t follow hyung to the lamppost – she was told where to go, to take that photo. And that whoever was giving her orders – that she has videos, taken from inside our apartment, of us.” Hoseok crosses his arms. “So tell me, Y/n, who might have that kind of access?”
Your heart is pounding in your chest. “I-”
Hoseok holds up a hand. “Let me ask you another question. Did it feel good, having his pity? Lying to him? That photo did mean you’d have to have a public relationship with hyung. And of course, there’s no better way to get famous, is there?”
“N-No, I didn’t-” It’s getting harder to breathe – is there no more air in the limo? And is this what he really thinks of you? “She’s lying – how could you believe her, over me?”
Hoseok stares at you. “You’ve lied to us too, Y/n.”
The tears you’ve been fighting well up and overflow, falling freely down your cheeks. Your chest heaves, and you feel yourself on the verge of panic. “Hobi, please – I thought we were friends. You said we’d always be friends.”
For a moment, you see Hoseok’s stoic expression crack. “That was before I knew you were the reason hyung is going half-crazy tracking down a girl he’s never met and tolerating the company of a fucking psychopath!”
“W-what?”
“He barely sleeps, barely talks to us…” Hobi’s voice lowers, but it’s still steely. “I warned you, Y/n. You’re our friend, and I really believed in you, but if you used hyung for fame, I swear I’ll never forgive you.”
You reach for the handle of the door and find it locked. “Let me out,” you whisper. Hoseok doesn’t move for a moment. “Dammit, Jung Hoseok, let me out of this car!”
Hoseok knocks on the limo divider, and the car doors unlock. You grab for the handle and stumble out of the car, lip trembling as you walk away.
“Your acting career would’ve gotten off the ground without using him, Y/n,” Hoseok calls behind you. “You’re a great liar.”
Once you’re out of the parking garage, you start running. Your feet ache in these boots, and your chest burns with holding off another episode as long as you have. Eventually you stop in a small park, gasping for breath. You’re completely lost, and for the first time, the darkness is more terrifying than comforting. Sinking down at last, you clutch at the Starry Night charm, sobbing freely. You’re so cold.
You’re crying so hard you barely hear footsteps approaching.
