The water heater is broken, the shower is freezing, and Yoongi is annoyingly warm. Luckily, one of these problems has an easy solution.
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A/N: Discovered a new form of government torture (logging into my baby army era Wattpad acc and rereading my old fics) and found this one. I totally revamped it and wanted to share it here! Dedicated to my pookie @kookteatime 🫶🏻
Tags: Suggestive themes, no explicit sex; this is fluffy. Husband!Yoongi, established relationship <3
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The water heater chooses the worst possible week to give up. Not completely, of course. That would be too easy.
It spends its final days cycling between the settings of freezing and surface-of-the-sun. A plumber can't come until next week, which means you and Yoongi are stuck playing shower roulette every morning.
Bathing Holly has become a war zone, and the two of you have started having arguments no married couple should ever have.
"Your turn," you snap without meaning to one morning.
Yoongi arches a brow at you, unfazed. "No, I showered yesterday."
You roll your eyes. "You showered for three minutes yesterday.”
He shrugs. "It still counts.”
By Thursday evening, you're tired and annoyed. Work was gruelling and you desperately need a relaxing shower.
You peel your clothes off in the bathroom, stepping out of the day's exhaustion. Reluctantly, you turn on the faucet and wait a few minutes.
“Maybe I'll get lucky,” you mutter.
The second you stick your hand beneath the spray, you hiss and yank it back.
“Jesus Christ!”
It's ice cold, searing into your skin.
You stare at the stream for a moment.
It stares back.
"You know what?" you tell it. "I don't even like you.”
You step in anyway because a miserable shower is better than no shower.
You instantly regret it. Every muscle in your body locks up as the water hits your skin, fast and unforgiving. You let out a sound between a gasp and a curse as you fumble for your shampoo bottle.
“This is ridiculous,” you gripe, already lathering it between your palms. You move quickly, washing your hair like you're being timed.
The shampoo barely has a chance to sit before you're rinsing it out. Cold water runs down your back and you shudder, teeth chattering.
"This is exactly how people die," you declare as you turn the showerhead away from you.
By the time you're scrubbing body wash across your arms, you've mentally drafted three separate complaints for the plumber. You don't even hear the bathroom door open over the rush of water and your own muttering.
What you do hear is a familiar chuckle, low and warm.
You pause, sponge halting over your elbow.
"You better be laughing with me," you say, not even turning around.
"I'm trying," Yoongi says. You can hear the grin in his voice.
You glance over your shoulder. He's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you suffer.
The smug, handsome bastard.
You scoff at him. "You think this is funny?"
"A little,” he admits lovingly.
You glare at him through the glass shower door. "Get out."
"No."
"Yoongi."
His grin widens. "You're making the exact face Holly makes when we give him a bath."
You curse as you run the stream over your body, soap suds swirling colorfully down the drain.
"You know what?" you say. "I hope it's freezing when it's your turn."
"It was freezing this morning,” he replies calmly.
You huff indignantly. "Good."
He sighs, but affection flickers across his face as he looks at you. "You really do look miserable.”
“Wow. Romantic,” you deadpan.
He laughs quietly, pushing off the doorframe. “You know I love you.”
Whatever snarky comment was brewing dies on your tongue. You immediately look away as color blooms on your cheeks, staring at the tile instead. You feel ridiculous. You've been married for years. You share a house, a dog—hell, you've even talked about what your future kids might look like. Yet those three words still manage to catch you off guard.
A pleased smile tugs at the corner of Yoongi's mouth. “Cute.”
“Shut up,” you say to the floor instead of him. You blindly reach for the faucet, fingers slipping around the wet handle.
“Oh, come on.”
As you continue your struggle, you hardly hear the rustle of fabric behind you.
“Need any help?” Yoongi suddenly asks.
Your jaw tightens in annoyance. “No, obviously not,” you start, sarcastic and fed up, “I'm doing fi—”
Your voice dies the moment you turn around.
Yoongi has abandoned his shirt on the counter, his belt already unfastened and hanging loosely from his hips.
“Oh.”
Yoongi glances down at himself, then back at you. One eyebrow lifts suspiciously.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you say quickly, trying very hard to act normal. Your face prickles with heat, sparing you some relief from the chill.
You fail the moment he slips off his jeans and boxers in one go.
Your eyes immediately betray you as they flick down, then back to his face, then back down again.
A laugh escapes Yoongi as he steps closer.
"My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”
You snap your gaze upward. “I know.”
Yoongi merely hums, disbelieving, and steps into the shower without another word.
The second he reaches for you, you go willingly.
His arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you back against him, and the contrast nearly makes you groan. Every inch of him feels warm compared to the freezing water pelting your skin.
"You're freezing," he murmurs.
"No kidding,” you reply, already melting against him.
A quiet laugh rumbles through his chest. His hands move slowly over your arms, rubbing feeling back into them. The gesture is absentminded, something he's done a hundred times before.
You let your head fall back against his shoulder and close your eyes. For the first time all evening, you stop thinking about the water heater and work and everything else going wrong.
Your world dissolves into the steady rhythm of Yoongi's hands and his chest pressed along your spine.
"Sweet girl," he says softly.
You can't stop the smile that pulls at your lips. He presses a kiss to your damp hair.
“Pretty girl,” he adds, almost like an afterthought.
You crack one eye open. That one gets you.
“Don't,” you warn him, but the fight drains from you as his hands drift lower to settle on your hips.
Yoongi's hands are slightly rough, fingers calloused from playing guitar, but the touch still makes your heart flutter.
You shouldn't be this flustered. He's touched you like this plenty of times.
And yet, when his thumbs sweep slowly across your hips, you stop paying attention to the water's assault around you.
You turn in his arms, meaning to say something capable of salvaging what remains of your dignity.
But you find him already watching you, attentive and adoring. The same look he had on your wedding day.
Heat spreads through your chest at the memory.
A droplet of water slides from his hair and down his face, catching on his bottom lip.
Without meaning to, you follow the swipe of his tongue across his lip.
Yoongi's mouth twitches in amusement when he notices.
“Oh, now who's staring?”
You catch yourself, giving a small, flustered shake of your head. “Pffft. Not me.”
He taps your side thoughtfully. “You're cute when you get shy. Did you know that?”
Before you can think of a comeback, he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. His knuckles graze your cheekbone, wet skin sliding together.
You don't even realize you're leaning in until Yoongi closes the distance.
The kiss starts soft, but it never stays that way.
Your hand slides to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair and tugging lightly.
Yoongi makes a content sound against your mouth, his hand sliding from your hip to the small of your back. He pulls you closer until the space between you disappears, and your breath catches as your pelvises brush together.
Your mouth moves languidly with his, then a little more insistent when you chase him the moment he tries to pull back.
He huffs out a laugh. “Thought you were mad at me.”
“I am,” you insist.
Yoongi makes a face like he doesn't believe you for a second.
He's probably right.
The bathroom fills with the sound of rushing water and the occasional bump of elbows against the shower wall. You lose track of how long you're standing there trading kisses, interrupted only by pauses to breathe and roll your eyes at whatever ridiculous thing he's just whispered.
You hardly register him guiding you backward until your shoulders meet the cool tile wall. The contact makes you flinch, and Yoongi only laughs softly, pressing his lips soothingly to your cheek.
“I've got you,” he whispers.
And when his hand cups your jaw to meet your mouth again, you believe him.
The water doesn't feel so cold anymore. Maybe it's the heat Yoongi leaves behind on your skin as his hands wander, or it's the broken moan that leaves you when he cups your breasts.
Whatever it is, it's definitely Yoongi's fault.
“Feel better?” he eventually murmurs when you're clutching desperately at his shoulders.
Your knees nearly give out at the sincerity in his voice. God, you got lucky with him.
“No,” you lie, though you're ten times hotter now, pleasantly so.
Yoongi tilts his head. “No?” His thumb rolls slowly over your nipple, teasing.
Your hands tighten on his shoulders, and that's all the answer he needs.
“Mm. Sure, baby” he says, trying his best not to sound too smug. “Glad I could help.”
You nod weakly as your heart does little flips in your chest.
“I think…” You trail off shyly, fingers tangling back in his hair, “...the water heater should break more often.”
Yoongi smiles against your temple as he kisses you there. “Yeah? So I can hold you and keep you warm like this?”
He gives you a gentle squeeze, his solid chest pressing against yours. You let out a startled little squeak at the contact, drawing a laugh from him, his head tipping back slightly.
He looks back at you, eyes crinkling as his smile grows. “Don't worry, love,” he reassures as you shiver faintly. “I'll hold you any time. Freezing shower not required.”
Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship, Soft!Jungkook, Sleepy Cuddles, BTS Being Menaces
Summary: Jungkook was casually doing a late-night Weverse Live when his sleepy, very clingy girlfriend—dressed in an adorable bunny onesie—unknowingly crashed it. Instead of panicking, she just snuggled into him, leaving ARMY absolutely feral over the softest, most wholesome moment ever.
Jungkook had planned a chill late-night Weverse Live—just him, ARMY, and a casual chat while lying on his bed like couch.
Nothing fancy. Just talking about his day, showing Bam’s latest antics, and maybe even playing a song or two if he felt like it.
But he forgot one tiny detail.
His very clingy girlfriend.
It was past 2 AM when you, wrapped in your oversized bunny onesie, sleepily shuffled into the room, eyes barely open as you followed the sound of Jungkook’s voice.
Your hair was a mess, your cheeks were puffy from sleep, and you looked so soft that Jungkook almost melted on the spot.
But then—he remembered.
He was live.
His eyes widened as he subtly shifted in front of the camera, hoping to block you from view. “Uh—” He glanced at the screen, then back at you.
Too late.
You crawled onto the couch and immediately latched onto him like a koala, burying your face into his hoodie-covered chest.
“Why are you still awake?” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
Jungkook froze.
ARMY? Losing their minds.
— WHO IS THAT???
— WHY IS SHE SO CUTE, HELP??
— JUNGKOOK GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOLBOY, I CAN’T.
— BUNNY COUPLE CONFIRMED???
Jungkook let out a small, nervous laugh as he placed a hand on your back, rubbing slow circles. “Uh… baby?”
“Hm?”
“…I’m live.”
You stilled.
Slowly, you pulled your face away from his chest and blinked up at him. “You’re what?”
He winced. “Weverse Live. I’m talking to ARMY right now.”
Your sleepy brain took five whole seconds to process that. Then, ever so slowly, you turned your head toward the screen.
The comment section exploded.
— SHE’S TOO PRECIOUS, WTF
— JUNGKOOK LOOKS SO SOFT RN
— I’M WITNESSING THE CUTEST THING EVER
You blinked. Then blinked again.
“…Oh.”
For a moment, Jungkook thought you would freak out and roll off the couch in panic. But instead, you just let out a small, tired sigh and flopped back onto his chest.
“Too tired to be embarrassed,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Tell them I said goodnight.”
Jungkook lost it. His giggles filled the room as he tightened his hold on you, resting his chin atop your head.
ARMY? Officially deceased.
— SHE’S SO REAL FOR THAT
— JUNGKOOK YOU’RE SO WHIPPED LMFAO
— GET MARRIED ALREADY
Still laughing, Jungkook turned back to the camera. “She says goodnight, ARMY.”
As expected, the chat erupted with hearts, crying emojis, and marriage proposals.
“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “I should end this before she falls asleep right here.”
You mumbled something incoherent against his hoodie, and Jungkook’s heart swelled.
Just before ending the live, he leaned down and whispered,
“Goodnight, bunny.”
The last thing ARMY saw before the screen went black was your sleepy, content smile as you snuggled impossibly closer to him.
And just like that, Jungkook’s late-night Weverse Live became legendary.
방탄이와 강아지 🐶 #BTS #방탄소년단
Bangtan y un cachorro 🐶 #BTS #BangtanBoys
(El perrito más famoso en los conciertos de BTS es Stoney Blue. Se trata de un perro de apoyo emocional y de servicio perteneciente al staff (la tour manager Angie Warner) que brinda contención emocional al equipo y a los integrantes de la banda durante sus giras)
He sits with his eyes glued to his computer screen, his big, bulky headphones resting on his neck as he pauses, plays, snips, and adjusts tracks on his computer. He’s been so busy trying to finish the album, he’s barely had a decent meal all week. He’s essentially running on black coffee and the occasional cigarette— something you’ve already reprimanded him for.
You set down a fresh iced coffee next to him, “Delivery.” He glances at the coffee and instantly lights up, not having expected you to still be up, let alone for you to have brought him a coffee. He cranes his neck to look up at you, a big, tired smile on his face, “Thank you, baby…Why are you still up?” His chair spins so he’s able to see you more directly. You’re standing there, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and your sleep shirt swallows up your entire torso, “Couldn’t sleep…figured I’d make you some coffee.” His expression morphs into one of concern, “Why can’t you sleep? Do you need me to make you some tea?”
Typical Hoseok…even when he’s just as tired and busy, if not more so than you, he still does everything in his power to go out of his way for you.
God, you love this man.
You shake your head, “No, it’s okay; I’m gonna lay there for a while and try to fall asleep,” You step toward him and lean in. Without hesitation, he snakes his hands onto your hips from under the blanket and extends his neck upward to be able to kiss you sitting down. The kiss is short, but oh, so sweet. When you pull away, his eyes are still closed, a dazed smile on his face, “I miss those lips…” He opens his eyes slowly, “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to give you as much attention this week. I know I’ve been so busy—” “No, no. No apology necessary. I know you’re on a deadline and you’re working hard,” You wave him away, not wanting him to feel guilty for having to do his job. He stares at you for a minute, a gentle smile on his face as he reaches up and rest his hand on your cheek, gently stroking his thumb back and forth, “I love you so much.” He says it all the time, but hearing it will never get old. Your cheeks heat up under his warm touch, “I love you too…” You say softly, before removing his hand from your face, “Okay, now get back to work.”
He laughs boisterously and nods, “Okay, okay…”
You’re not sure exactly how long you’d been asleep for when you hear the faint click of your bedroom door opening, and feel the mattress shift next to you.
“Mm…?” You turn your head and see Hoseok settling in next to you. “Hey baby,” He gets under the covers and scoots in close. “Hey,” You say groggily, glancing at the digital clock on his nightstand. It’s only been about forty minutes since you’d checked in on him, “I thought you’d be working well into the night.” “I was going to but…” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, “I just miss you.” You smile sleepily, bringing your hand up behind you to hook around his neck, “I miss you too.”
He stays like that for a little while; breathing in your smell and letting it relax him. The bedroom is cool and quiet, but your body is so warm against his. He gently kisses your neck; not expectant of anything in return— simply showing you the affection he hasn’t been able to in days; just little butterfly kisses. His arm finds its place around your waist, gently caressing your stomach. You feel yourself heating up slowly, enjoying every ounce of the attention he’s giving you. His smell engulfs your nostrils in the most comforting, familiar way.
It’s always been funny to you how, on stage, he’s so cool and hard, but in these moments when it’s just the two of you, he’s this: sweet and sincere.
“Maybe you should get some sleep— you haven’t slept decently in forever,” You say quietly without much conviction, eyes closed as you continue to enjoy his touch. “Can’t I just enjoy you for a moment…?” He asks in his low voice that vibrates throughout your entire being. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. He continues to kiss your neck, but slowly, the kisses transition from small pecks, to continuous, long, languid kisses. You find yourself involuntarily sighing at the sensation, your mouth falling slightly agape.
Slowly, he brings you in even closer, until your back is flush against him— that’s when you feel it. He’s hard as a rock. You can’t help but press yourself further back, wanting to feel it just a little more. He smiles behind you, “What were you saying about a decent night’s rest…?” He slowly moves his arm from your waist, and slowly, very slowly, lowers his hand to just above waistband of your panties. He’s always loved how you can only sleep in a tee shirt and underwear; it’s a sight that never gets old— and, of course, it makes for easier access.
Your breath catches as you feel his fingers so close to your heat, though he doesn’t go inside your panties just yet. Instead, he keeps his hand there, his lips coming to your ear, “Want me to help us both sleep a little better?” Your eyes roll back at his sensual tone, feeling yourself melt. You nod wordlessly and desperately, and gives your earlobe a little bite as he dips his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, until his middle finger is sliding between your puffy lips. You sigh in relief at the delicious feeling. Slowly, his middle finger rubs in circles, “I’m sorry it’s been so long since the last time I did this for you, baby,” He whispers. Your wetness coats his fingers nicely. “It’s- it’s okay.” “No, it’s not,” He presses harder, and it makes you squirm against him, his bulge pressing into you again.
“Do you feel it? How happy I am to touch you?” He asks teasingly. “Yes,” You say breathlessly, “I feel you— it’s so hard.” He practically shudders when he hears that breathy tone. He likes you like this; so desperate for him, just the way he is for you. He keeps on with his ministrations, but he can’t help himself as he travels lower and dips two fingers into that special spot, his palm still pressing firmly on your clit as he finger fucks you nice and slow.
“Oh my- Hoseok,” You moan. “You’re already so ready for me, aren’t you, baby,” He kisses your shoulder over your tee shirt. “Mmm…” You can’t even answer; this feeling is so overwhelming: him in your ear, his fingers deep in your pussy, his cock pressing up against your clothed ass.
You reach behind you, looking for his waistband but you’re having some trouble. He chuckles, “You want it already?” “I wanna touch you too…” This time, it’s you who makes his heart flutter. “Here, I’ll help you.” He take his hand out from between your legs, making you exhale softly. Of course, when his newly wet hand catches the moonlight, he can’t help but bring those fingers to his mouth to lick it all clean. You watch him, feeling more aroused than ever at this beautiful sight. “You’re so beautiful,” You praise him. “And you taste fucking amazing,” He leans over to be able to kiss you, and as he does, he reaches down and takes his entire length out of his pajama bottoms, letting it gently hit your ass. He then grabs your hand guides you to it.
Without hesitation, you wrap your hand around his thick cock and starting pumping slowly. He moans into your mouth, already falling apart for you. He pulls his lips away from yours and rests his face into the back of your neck, just focusing on the feeling of you jacking him off. Slowly, he begins moving his hips forward into your hand, his a hand going to your hip to steady himself. You feel the delicate, smooth skin of his cock sliding easily in your grasp, despite the lack of lubrication.
“I need you so bad,” He moans into your neck. You feel your clit swell even more at his clear desperation. “What do you need, Hobi?” You use his nickname as a cruel device to make him ache even more for you, “I need to feel you— all of you.”
You let go of his cock and start to take down your panties, but he stops you, “No…let me.” You let go and let him be the one to slide them down, centimeter by centimeter, until your beautiful ass is exposed to his gaze. He then takes the hem of your tee-shirt and scrunches it upward to expose your bare breasts. He looks over and bites his lip at the beautiful sight, “You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” He praises.
He smooths his hand over your plump backside, then gives it a little slap, making you squeal. He smiles at the sound— and you fucking love that beautiful smile. He looks down between the both of you, his cock in his hand as he brings it between your cheeks, teasing himself by slide it up and down first a few times. He then brings it to your entrance and slowly, very slowly, inserts himself.
Immediately, he lets out a moan that tells you just how much he missed you. The feeling of his cock stretching you out is enough to make you clutch the bedsheets. “Fuck— it’s been too long since we did this,” He says, thrusting slowly, “You feel so good…” His hand comes up to grab your breast, your nipple gently pinched between his index and middle finger. Your soft sighs drive him further. Your pussy is so hot and tight around him— fitting like a custom made glove that he never wants to leave the warmth of.
You reach down between your legs and start rubbing yourself, but he drops your breast and moves your hand out of the way, replacing it with his own, “No— I want to be the one to make you cum,” He says through broken breath. He loves when you fall apart for him, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it happen tonight too.
His fingers work magic on you; rubbing in just the right way, combined with the way he’s fucking you. You know he’s trying to focus on you, but you can tell it’s hard for him not to get lost in his own want.
He hits a spot— a specific spot deep inside you that makes you gasp, “Hobi…Hobi, right there. Right there, my love.” “Right there, baby? Is that how I’ll get you to fall apart for me?” He coos. “Mhmm, yes- yes,” You whine. He keeps going, careful not to change anything about what he’s doing, “Come on, princess. I know you’ve been needing this as much as I have.” You slowly begin to writhe under his touch as you feel your orgasm growing beyond your control.
On his end, he can hardly stand having to hold off. If he was a selfish lover, your tight hole would’ve been enough to get him to bust in under a minute— but he could never ignore your need. You’re his priority, always. However, knowing you’re close to your own undoing gets him excited for his own. So he keeps going; he keeps rubbing that swollen clit and fucking you in just the right way until your breathing becomes more and more erratic. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” You whine louder, “Baby, baby, I’m gonna cum— cum with me, Hobi. Don’t let me cum alone,” You beg, craning your neck behind you to look at him.
Fuck, you are so fucking hot.
He nods, locking his gaze on yours, focusing on that fucked out expression, his mouth agape as he keeps at it, this time, letting himself focus on his own orgasm.
You breathe and moan together in sweet harmony, “I’m- I’m cumming!” You’re the first to crack, but he follows within milliseconds, “Oh fuck, me too—”
You begin to squirm even harder as your orgasm takes over your body, but you’re careful not to pull away. After all, this is your favorite part—
He releases himself into you without a second’s hesitation, painting your walls with his hot cum. His whole body keeps thrusting into you, milking every last drop out of himself as he ascends into a cloud of absolute euphoria.
“Mmmm…” You give out one last moan, recovering from your own euphoric release.
For a little while, the only sound left is the both of you breathing heavily. Eventually, however, he brings you into his embrace, kissing your neck more chastely, “I will never get tired of this…” He says into your hot, slightly sweaty skin. You snort tiredly, “Me either…we’re too good at it.”
He laughs, “We’ve had years of practice.”
You fall into a comfortable, sleepy silence, finally feeling that relief that you’d both gone without since he first started working on the album.
You’re about to doze off, when you hear him say in the sleepiest voice possible, “I love you so much.”
A/N: incredibly rare Hobi one-shot. I haven’t written on here in like a year but I got inspired after attending D1 and D3 at Stanford for Arirang. You know, it’s funny bc, for the past 6/7 years that I’ve been a BTS stan, I’ve been heavily Jungkook biased— but in my adulthood, I’m finding myself so attracted to Hoseok: his smile, his personality, his dedication/passion for his art. The Killin’ It Girl tour videos rlly did a number on me. Not to mention, his love for Mexico (my people) just made him all the more attractive to me. Anyway, enough yapping. Hope you enjoy 
