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Second Chances || Hoseok

Request - mylifeundecidedandconfused said: Hi can i request a Hoseok X Reader X Jimin angst smut? But like Hoseok X Reader are end game and Jimin is like helping her make him jealous but in the end they both slowly develop feelings? Do i make sense >< but eventually Hoseok X Reader end up together. Kinda like a Smut X Angst X Jealousy with a bit of fluff? Sorry!! Thank you!!

Pairing - Jung Hoseok x Reader (ft. Park Jimin)

Genre - Angst, Fluff

Summary - When Hoseok leaves you under unforgiving circumstances, another man is there to pick you up. But when both of you start developing feelings for each other, you feel it’s only right to not act on it, costing you a very precious friendship. And when Hoseok himself decides to drop in after months, you’re in for an ugly but heart-wrenching surprise.

In the years you've been with him, this was the rarest of those moments you'd had in all the three and a half years.

His face turned red, like he wanted to explode, wanted to yell at you for being there for him. Yes, for being there for him. The stress was getting to him. And you could see it. But he was getting too blinded by it that he swiped an arm over the table, sending the beautiful vase of flowers crashing into the wall.

You flinched. And in all the months you'd been together with him, he'd never achieved that feat. And for a second you see him pause. Calculating, contemplating, measuring what he was doing. But that second passes too fast, and the rage is back again. More alive.

'I'm leaving, Y/N.' And you didn’t know what to think when you felt relieved that he hadn’t raised his hand on you.

You called his name once. Twice. Thrice. But he stormed away.

'Hoseok!' You called after him again, but he ignored you, his feet already rushing out of the room and out of the door.

Tears fell, hearts broke, and you felt yourself being abandoned. Because that was what had just happened: you'd been abandoned by your three-year-long boyfriend.

Sniffling, you pulled the comforter tighter around yourself, feeling the cold getting to you, when in reality it was a pleasant weather.

The sun shining and occasionally getting clouded was pissing you off for no apparent reason, and you swore at the curtains that had been drawn apart by the one person who'd dare to wake you up like this.

'Y/N~' Jimin's sing-song voice sounded from behind you. And withing seconds - before you'd even seen it coming - you felt two strong legs wrap around yours, his arms snaking over the duvet and pulling you closer to home his chest. Or what you could feel of it with the thickness of the blanket.

'What, Jimin?' This was the fifth time that week he'd come over to try and get you off the bed. You didn't blame him though, you'd been spending the last whole month sulking in you're house, and when he'd come over to check in you just a day after Hoseok’s departure, he swore to you he'd never seen you that way before. Had you taken Hobi's leaving that bad? Apparently, you had taken it worse. And now, the boy behind you considered his life-long sacred duty to try and bring you out of your forsaken apartment and into the real world.

'But I don't want to, Jimin. Leave me alone,' You'd whined when he'd said that the first time, but obviously, he wasn't taking a no for an answer.

He began rocking both of you, like he did most of the time when you'd break down out of no where, desperate for some anchoring. He was there. Every. Single. Time. And you didn't even know how. At one point you'd even considered the idea he was living in your house. But he'd waved it off, saying he was just following his intuitions. You didn't believe that one bit.

And now with one month into your break up with Hoseok, whom, according to Jimin, could be brought to if triggered at the right places, you were almost clueless with what you were doing, yourself.

'Hey, Y/N,' He whispered softly into your ear that brought goosebumps to rise on your arms and legs, 'Let's just get out for today, all right? Let's go have some fun.' You could hear the sliver of hope that was hanging on to his voice by a thin strand. And for that moment, you pitied him more than yourself. You had plenty of time to wallow in self pity. Maybe it was time to let his efforts come through. And maybe it was time to move on.

You felt like you'd made the best decision of your life the moment you stepped into the amusement park. You heard Jimin whimpering just as your eyes raised to the roller coaster that was spinning mercilessly on the rails and dropping from nauseating heights.

Nauseating, but exhilarating: just what you needed.

You tugged on Jimin's hand.

'No, no, no, Y/N, no!' He begged, but you wouldn't let him have it. You knew he didn't particularly enjoy riding these height-unfriendly-and-death-for-sure rides, but you were just really testing out his boundaries.

'You wanted to bring me out, Jimin. And now that I'm here, you might as well join me.' You tipped your head and offered him a small smile. Jimin watched you, his furrowed brows relaxing. He found that settling. Very pleasant, and very welcoming. It made him feel warm and fuzzy. And in all the time he'd known you, only now did he dare to acknowledged that foreign feeling.

His lips lifted into a smile, mirroring yours, but a little more brighter. And he could've sworn your eyes sparkled. That's it - that's what he'd been dying to see. That's what he'd been waiting to see for all these years. But you'd always kept that reserved for his older friend - who was now your ex, and no more related to you.

Then he remembered: that's why he was here. Hoseok was the reason he was here in the first place. He couldn't possibly have such feelings for you when you were still trying to cope with the void that had been left in you. No, that'd be just bad. And he was too much of a worrisome person to let that happen.

So his whining began again.

You laughed in what felt like weeks. Because it really had been weeks. Weeks since Hoseok had left, in fact it had already been two months. And with every laugh that erased the tiniest memory of you and the man that was once your eternal sunshine, it brought another closer to you.

You slapped Jimin's arm again, his body too, racking with silent laughter. How your legs had gotten tangled like how it did, you had no idea. But somehow, some movement from the either of you had gotten you to fall on top of him, an oof leaving his lips in a gasp as you pressed against his chest.

Your laughter seized gradually, it turning to giggling before completely stopping. Your eyes locked with his. And for that moment, everything seemed to fall in place; seemed to look right. Feel right.

In that same moment, like Jimin could sense your approval, he brought his head up and crashed his lips onto yours.

A pause: in your thoughts and in your actions. And then your body began to work. Your mind began to work. Your lips moved along with his, in the same pace, in the same rhythm. Right then you felt how much you'd missed this passion. This love. His hands creeped their way up under you shirt, it resting on your hips as you clutched tight onto his collar. He got up, his back straight as he held your hips tighter and the kiss got rougher and sloppier. Your hands shook with anticipation as you let them roam freely in his hair. It was so soft, so fine, just like Hoseok's.

Your eyes snapped open.

Then everything came crashing down on you. And then you knew it's wrong. Your actions, your anticipation, your feelings. It was beginning to flow in, drowning you in the regret and pain for going for your lusts. For listening to a voice that wasn't your conscience. His eyes opened slowly, like he knew what you were thinking and was dreading it, while at the same time he was treasuring that brief moment of intimacy you both had shared.

'I- This...Jimin, I'm-' A finger stopped the movement of your lips followed by a shushing sound. You saw Jimin staring at you with half lidded eyes, a small smile resting on his lips as he shook his head.

'Relax.'

And you hated yourself for being able to follow his instruction so easily. You felt like clay on his lap, where he - without even touching you - was able to mold you the way he wanted.

You felt anger suddenly rising in your chest. Anger that was directed at you and him, but mostly you. You scurried away, trying to get off his lap while you awkwardly settled the material that had manged to ride up above your stomach. He too got up, his hand combing his hair back (a habit he never dropped) while his eyes remained on you.

And when you noticed his gaze, you tried to hide your reddened neck and cheeks with your hair, your eyes averting to extreme corners of the room - at anywhere but him.

‘Y/N-’

‘You should leave.’ You blurted - it caught both of you by surprise. It came out much harsher than you’d been going for. A breathy chuckle left his lips, ‘Y/N, I under-’

‘No, Jimin. I appreciate you helping me and all, but...you need to leave.’ You said again, this time your eyes finally meeting his. He was hurt, and you felt far more guilty than you already were.

‘Please’ You added, turning around and walking away, trudging to your room.

You walked in and closed the door behind you, your hand clutching onto the hem of your top as your breathing stopped to listen for any moments on the other side of the door.

Footsteps thudded - hard and hurried, and you jumped when you heard the front door close with a loud bang. It elicited a throaty sob out of you, your teeth trying to get hold of your quivering lips, biting down hard onto your lower lip, your hands trembling as you walked to your bed and sat down.

You dropped your face into your hands, the sobs racking your body as memories flooded your mind, words that left your mouth coming out slurred and sloppy.

‘Hobi...’ You whimpered, your hand reaching for your phone.

The tears that brimmed your eyes clouded your vision - but that didn’t necessarily obstruct your way to open the gallery where you still had pictures of the two of you saved in your phone. You apologized to Jimin (for he’d made you promise to delete the pictures if you were to move on) and you opened them one by one, your sobs becoming open mouthed wails almost, as your chest began aching.

You downed the glass of wine in one go and you spared a glance at the bottle. It was half empty, the first one laying empty on the floor, discarded and useless - like me, you supposed.

It had been two weeks already and you hadn’t seen or heard from Jimin. Maybe you’d really got him to leave you alone. And that hurt you even more. First, Hoseok; now, Jimin.

You poured yourself another glass before raising it in the air as a silent cheer, ‘To the years of misery and darkness around the corner; and to the loss of my only sunshine.’ As melodramatic as that sounded, you couldn’t help but think that was all your emotions put into precise words.

You picked your phone up again (after finishing the second bottle of wine) and opened your inbox. You clicked on the familiar contact name and began typing words that were too blurry for your now incomprehensible mind.

And the next thing you knew, you were dropping the phone while you fell into darkness.

Your alarm was strangely sounding like the doorbell. Or was it your ringtone? Because it was ringing like crazy. And then it struck you - it was the doorbell.

‘Huh, I’m up.’ You bolted upwards, your mind in a hazy mess while you tried to comprehend where you currently were. Your brows scrunched tight as the ringing continued, one ting after another in a continuous eardrum bashing melody.

You drag a hand through your messy hair and wiped at your mouth, the saliva making you cringe as you wiped it on your top. Squeezing your eyes tight, your rubbed at them before yelling, ‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’

Why was your voice so hoarse?

You opened the door, your eyes still half lidded and drooping, you saw a familiar face, ‘Hobi?’ You muttered, and you opened your eyes a bit more.

Your lips spread into a smile, ‘Oh hey, babe, you’re home.’ You opened the door wider, and stepped aside, giving him space to come in. You frowned when he remained outside the threshold.

‘Why aren’t you-’

‘Y/N, have you been drinking?’ The voice that normally let alight a thousand fireworks made you snap awake as realization slapped you twice on the face.

Oh...right.

Shit.

Your eyes were now completely awake and stunned, your mouth hanging open as you took in the sight of your ex boyfriend at the door, who was staring at you with what you definitely counted as disgust - even if it was just a speck.

‘Shit.’ You inhaled sharply before darting away into the house and into your room, slamming the door so hard you thought the house might fall down, before you sprinted into the bathroom while you chanted, ‘Nononononono, please tell me I didn’t do-’ Your reflection took the life out of you.

Needless to say, you’d probably have the same look as Hoseok if you’d ever seen yourself like this: your hair was nothing less than disheveled, your lips were tinted red with wine, mascara was running down your cheeks with dried tears at the corners of your eyes and when your glance dropped to your top - that definitely snatched the breath away from your lungs.

Wine stains, everywhere. Every fucking corner you saw there was something wrong with you. And you couldn’t have been seen in a much worse condition.

You whimpered, leaning yourself against the sink as you groaned loudly, cursing your fate.

You immediately turned the tap open, splashing water onto your face as you scrubbed it clean, your wine stained top removed and forgotten on the tiled floor.

‘Why is he here, why did he have to come today, why, why, why?’ You groaned even more as you scrubbed your face raw.

When you were finally clean, fresh, and raw out of your skin, you put on a fresh top and shorts before walking out of your room with your hair up in a ponytail. You stopped in your tracks the moment you saw him picking up the wine bottles you were drinking from and placing it on the table, before grabbing your phone and placing it next to them.

You jogged into the room, ‘You didn’t leave.’ You commented. Mentally face palming, you breathed. Of course he didn’t, he’s right there.

‘I got your text messages, but I guess that wasn’t you.’ Hoseok said, looking down at you with no particular expression.

You scrunched your brows, ‘What?’

He sighed deeply, ‘You might want to check your phone.’

You were already dreading it the moment you looked at your phone that rested beside the wine bottles on the table, it looking back at you - you felt it looking at you, mocking you.

‘Oh...’

You picked up your phone and your trembling fingers opened the first contact that reflected too brightly through the screen. And you saw a string of messages that made your legs turn solid and your heart stop beating.

You (10:34 PM)

Hobiiiiiiiiiiiii

Please come baaaacckkkkkk, i miss you too much!!!

Please, Hobi, plleeeeaaassseeeeeeee

You (10:40 PM)

I’m sorry okay. ust get over it alredy. Im sorry. Please come bck to me/

You (10:56 PM)

Why did ypu lwave me, Hoaeok//// Why

What did i do to ypu

I was loyal to you, always with you, you’re the one at faylt.

Hobi (12:30 AM)

What Y/N, I’m busy.

You (12:30 AM)

HOBI!

OH MY GOD PLEASE, HELP ME, IM TRAPPED, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE. HELP ME!

You slapped yourself mentally as many times as you thought you’d be able to handle before you looked at him, ‘And you come now, as an answer to my call of help?’

You could tell he wasn’t expecting that by the way he took a sharp breath, his eyes instantly leaving yours, ‘I figured you would’ve called Jimin by then,’ He said, the younger’s name seeming too venomous for him to say normally.

‘But you still came.’ You whispered, your heart taking a too mirthful leap.

‘And I’m still leaving.’ He said, turning around to leave. A sense of deja vu washed over you as you remembered the day he’d left. You’d called his name so many times but he’d refused to stay. He’d refused to talk out his problems and now you were sure he was suffering as much as you are.

So you didn’t call out to him, and you let him walk away. But your chest was definitely aching.

‘You’re not going to ask me to stay?’ He finally asked, as he stopped by the door. An asshole move, and it only made you angry.

‘You didn’t bother to when I asked you to stay two and a half months go.’ You replied, your hand clenching around the phone as you bit down on your tears.

Hoseok breathed, and he turned around.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw him: his eyes were red as he tried his maximum to hold in the tears that were threatening to spill. His lips quivered and he kept watching you, ‘Why do you actually think I came, Y/N?’

You frowned, ready to accuse him of acting too much and making a mockery out of your feelings. But he spoke, reminding you what day it was.

‘If I’d stayed, which I regret so much of not doing,Y/N, today would’ve been our four years together.’ His voice cracked at the end, and he sobbed. It took you moments before it finally registered in your head.

You gasped. It wasn’t the anniversary that got you by surprise, it was the fact that he was regretting his decision that made you run to him, that made you throw your arms around his neck as he wrapped you in a secure and crushing hug, his face dipping into the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent in, the two of you sobbing so hard it was hard to control each other as you pulled back to look at him.

‘I missed you, Hobi, I missed you so, so much.’ You cried, holding his face in your hands. He blinked away the tears, ‘I’m so sorry, Y/N. So terribly sorry. I was so stressed and I wasn’t thinking at all when I said all those things to you then. But when I’d finally gotten a hold of myself, it was too late. Jimin had already got to you and I didn’t know how to approach you.’ He inhaled deeply, and looked you in the eyes, ‘I thought I’d lost you again, Y/N.’

You pulled his face down and crashed your lips onto his as you kissed him fiercely, your tears and his mixing together as they met at your mouths. He pulled away, breathing heavily and placed his forehead on yours, ‘I love you, Y/N, I love you.’

such a sunshine.

p.s - IM SO SORRY I WAS SO LATE OH MY GOD FORGIVE ME

p.s.s - The ending was shitty, forgive me.

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