summary: how do you convince your clingy boyfriend to study? easy bait him with your kisses.
pairing: clingybf!jungkook x nerdgf!reader
genre: fluff, intimacy, established relationship
warnings: a little makeout, jk just being clingy and a lil horny, nothing much lmk if I missed anything
a/n: hey cuties I missed you all sm. this drabble is kind of like smthn that just came to my mind earlier today and a couple hours later here we are, so I hope this turned out to be smthn that you liked(???) I would really love it if you guys would tell me your thoughts and also if anyone wants to just talk I'm here for that too im just gonna go sleep its 4am lol. enjoy :)
"Okay, what does the shape of a protein determine?”
“I’m tired can we take a break now?”
“Kook, it’s barely been twenty minutes since we even started”, you say in an attempt to come off as stern but in reality you’re trying to fight a grin.
Jungkook only whines in response. What an adorable fucker. Except, this fucker also looks incredibly handsome in nothing but grey sweatpants and a shirt. Oh and how can you forget to mention his glasses sitting so prettily on the bridge of his nose?
“You know when we’re actually going to be giving the test, you will miss this time you had to prepare”
“I most definitely know what I’m missing right now and it is your lips”, he teases and you really want nothing more than to just wipe that shit-eating grin off his face.
You and jungkook had decided to have a little study session to ensure you were not going to be bombarded by the information the night before the test. However, the moment you sat next to him on the couch in your apartment, it was extremely difficult for poor Jungkook to keep his hands to himself. How did you expect him to focus when you were sitting next to him in those jeans and that pretty little top? Oh, and it has a cute little bow right in the middle, accentuating your cleavage just right. God, he is fighting the urge to kiss it.
Yes, Jeon Jungkook is obsessed with his girlfriend.
So before you knew it, you were making out and thirty minutes later, here you are dealing with a whiny Jungkook. He notices your face lighting up with an idea, your eyes carrying a mischievous glint. Carefully watching you grab the stack of flashcards as you straddle his lap, his hands naturally come to rest on your thighs.
“You miss these lips, hmm? if you want my kisses, you're going to earn it”, you exhale, lifting his chin with your index finger as he stares at you with pleading eyes resembling a puppy.
“Fifty flashcards, for every five questions you get a kiss. If you get a question wrong, you won’t get a kiss at the end of every fifth question and if you manage to get all questions right, we can make out again.”
That leaves him amused, lips twitching trying to suppress a smile. He is admiring this side of you, all bossy, albeit you make it too easy for him because one thing he hates is losing.
Especially when the prize is too valuable to lose, your lips that is.
“So you in?” You lean in, your lips hovering almost above his, but when Jungkook tries to close the distance, you pull back. Alright, he might let you have that one but he’s certain that the night will end with you stuffed to the brim.
“Yes ma’am”
“Okay, first question, which enzyme is involved in transcription?”
“RNA polymerase”
“Which acid metabolism helps to retain water in plants?”
“Crassulacean acid metabolism”
Jungkook answered the first five questions correctly. When your lips met for a kiss, he wondered if this was what heaven felt like. The slow but deliberate move of your lips against his, he relished your sweet taste. Each time you balanced yourself by holding onto his bicep, he pressed you closer against him, one hand under your top stroking your soft skin while the other pressed your ass down on him. He cups your cheek, angling your face to make the kiss deeper but you pull away, leaving a pouty jungkook.
“babyyyyyhh”, Jungkook whines nestling his face in your neck, pressing a tender kiss to it. Ultimately, he realizes his protests are futile when you pull him back by tugging at his nape hair. His cock twitched at the sudden action but he doesn’t say anything.
His hunger after each kiss grew further. At this point he wasn’t even caring about those questions, he was just inebriated by every whimper he swallowed, the way your thighs tightened around his figure. The pretty red blush decorating your cheeks, god he never wants to let you go. He is unable to even pay attention to those questions. How can he? When all his undivided attention is devoted to that ethereal face, it’s your fault really.
“Okay last question, what is the acrosome filled with?”
“Digestive enzymes”
Jungkook looks up at you with a soft, heavy-lidded smile. Holding your chin gently, he pulls you closer, groaning in delight at the sweet taste of your lips. He can’t help but feel his heart bloom when you smile into the kiss. It’s a raw and unfiltered emotion, love. He can sense it in his bones, your love. One that healed the scars you never caused, a heart that you never broke. Instead, you gave him from your vessel more than he ever thought he deserved. This closeness is nothing like he has ever felt and he only feels it growing stronger because he doesn’t want to play with this love in half measures.
He wants it all. Wants to give you all of it.
“I think we should have a lot more of these study sessions”, he suggests, laughing when you slap his arm playfully.
guys mind you idk shit about med school bio so I hope it didn't sound stupid
likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated mwuah<3
Thinking about riding hobi while there are people downstairs .⋆♱
Warning: he calls you a slut oop. Hes a bit rough . Voyeurism?/she wanna get caught 🫠 . Lots of dirty talks kinda.
Mdni 18+
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“You’re seriously insane,” Hobi whispered, voice strained as he grabbed your hips to stop you from moving again. “Fuck.. your friends are literally downstairs”
And yet he still couldn’t stop looking at you.
You sat on his lap on your bed, riding his dick like you had no shame at all, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder while you smiled at him all sweet, like you weren’t slowly driving him crazy with the way you roll your hips on him. Every tiny movement made his jaw tighten harder.
His dick throbbing despite the pleading look he gives you.
“ you need to lower your voice baby.. there’s literally people just down the hall” , and you know that. That what makes your pussy clinch, knowing that anyone could hear the wet skin slapping on skin if they just walk past your door, it thrills you so much that you gush a bit of wetness down his dick he gasps.
“ fuck baby, your pussy is soaking my dick so much. Are you that fucking horny for me? You couldn’t wait until your friends leave… fuck .. baby please be quiet,”
He was nervous — you could feel it in the way his hands kept flexing against your waist, his head struggling to keep up while looking at your tits bounce up and down under the shirt, while he kept glancing toward the bedroom door — but that only made him harder. Looking at you with pleading eyes trying to get you to look at him and maybe listen to him and keep quiet.
“ I can’t stop hoseok ..your dick feels so fucking good. I can’t wait ..i can’t..”
Your hips started picking up pace along with the soft sounds slipping from your mouth.
“Jesus” he muttered, his patience slipping away.
“Keep those pretty sounds down,” he warned, voice strained and low before he finally snapped.
One quick movement and he had you flipped onto your stomach against the mattress, hand on your mouth keeping your shocked gasps down.
“You wanna act needy so bad?” he said breathlessly, sliding his throbbing dick back inside of your tight hole, holding you down harder now.
“Then fucking take it.”
his grip tightened as his thrusts turned rough and desperate, holding you down while you trembled beneath him.
“ fucking slut, shit.. you can’t keep your needy moans down, can you? You wanna get caught this badly?,” he growl so roughly, his hand slipping from your mouth.
the bed kept shaking under the force of his movements, pressing you into the mattress while you clung helplessly to the sheets.
At this point, hobi is so fucking desperate, he doesn’t care if anybody hears. Your pussy so tight and wet on him his eyes roll back while he let out a desperate moan.
“ fffuckkkkk baby… this pussy is fucking divine, makes me wanna take you outside and fuck you in front of everyone… s-shit..that got you excited didn’t it?,” feeling you clinch harder around him after that made him shiver.
he leaned down your ear, one hand holding you down by the waist, the other pulling your hair back, not caring if you let out more noises.
“ you want that, baby? wanna show everybody how slutty you are for me?”
You bucked back instinctively against his cock, moaning so loud, unable to stay still, chasing more of him without thinking, barely coherent now, repeating broken ‘yes’ after ‘yes’ under your breath, eyes fluttering shut as you lost yourself completely against him as you feel his dick perfectly hitting your sweet spot.
“ Holy s-shit im gonna fuckin cum,” you said almost screaming.
“ you wanna cum baby? fucking do it. Come on my dick you fuckin slut.”
his breathing got rougher, focus slipping as everything started to feel too intense to slow down. the little grunts he letting out right by your ear pushed you over the edge as you melt around him.
“ fuck.. you’re so tight .. I can’t hold much longer,”
realizing how desperate you’d made him completely overwhelmed you, and you lost control right there in his arms. Coming so hard he lets out a little whimper, shortly following after as you feel him fill you up with his hot cum. Rolling his hips slowly while breathing so heavily.
for a few seconds, neither of you could even move properly, stuck in that heavy silence where everything still felt too intense to process.
His arms now wrapped loosely but firmly, slow kisses lingering at your nape like he’s grounding himself in you.
the tension is gone now, just warmth and quiet between you.
“you drive me crazy, baby,” he murmurs low, voice softer than before.
You let out a small breathy laugh, turning just enough to catch his his lips in a slow kiss
“i will definitely do that again”
he goes quiet for a moment, then exhales, giving up already not trying to argue with you.
his hold tightens just a little, pulling you closer into him
“just… don’t make me lose it like that every time,” he mutters, thinking there is absolutely no way he can face your friends after how loud you both were ㅤ♡
Warnings: smut!!, fingering, sucking his fingers, intense eye contact, dry humping, thigh riding, jhope being a good bf, we love him!
IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR HIS HANDS PLS PLS PLS (p.s. sorry for being away for so long!!)
The room had a cold breeze, the tv glow lights up the living room, curtains closed only a dim side table lamp is on. Hobi's cats lounging at the end of the couch.
The front door creaks as Hobi slowly opens it, the lights spilling through the room. "I'm home." he calls out. You look over, he's kneeling while untying his shoes. That's when your eyes make their first connection, his hands. Silver rings decorate his soft veiny fingers, his watch on his wrist enhancing the sight. He slides his shoes off and puts them in the cubby. He walks towards you, petting the cat first before making his way to you.
"Hi honey, how was your day?" You say, lounging on the couch. "Busy. We did a lot of promotions and was working on choreo for the comeback."
You softly hum in response. He sits next to you, his arm reaches to the back of the couch are rests around you. His hand resting on your shoulder.
You look over breifly, his veiny hands on your shoulder, making you go crazy in your head.
After a couple minutes of talking he gets up softly to go to the kitchen. You watch him as he opens the fridge, his fingers tapping a beat on the closed fridge door. Your eyes immediatly focus on the beat and his fingers. Next he's trying to open a jar, his hands flexing to get the lid to open. It's like he's trying to make you crazy.
He comes back and sits next to you, his dinner he made in his hands as he watches whatever show you have on.
Minutes go by, his dish is on the coffee table, your legs over his as he innocently scratches your legs while your trying to keep control of yourself.
Hobi scoots closer to you, he places a simple kiss on your cheek. he lingers for to long as he slowly moves to your neck. You try to keep calm and not go ballistic. His hands find their way to your waist, one is crawling up to your jaw while the other squeezes your waist slightly. Hobi softly groans in your ear. That was it. Your last straw, you couldn't keep it in anymore.
You swiftly move to face him, you deepen the kiss even more, your hands grip his jaw as you softly moan into his mouth. Your tounges mixing together as you both explore, clearly both needing this.
Hobi gently guides you to lean on the arm rest of the couch, your legs spread instinctively as he lays between them, still kissing you. His hands travel down squeezing your plush thighs. He scrunches up your (HIS) oversized shirt, seeing you with no bra and only a thin pair of black lace panties. He notices your swell breasts, admiring them. He latches on immediately causing you to moan outloud in pleasure, your back arching upwards at the sensation. His other hand gently needs your other breast, his rings sending a cold sensation causing your nipples to harden.
Your hands tangle up in his brown locks, squeezing his hair not rough but enough to motivate him to keep going. He looks up at you, his view showing your head dangling off the couch, mouth open and eyes closed, cheeks rosy just as his. He trails kisses up your chest and licks your neck before he kisses you on the lips again.
You guide his hands to your panties, he feels your wet patch as he pushes them aside. "So wet already sweethear?" You moan in response.
Hobi rubs your folds, collecting all your wetness. The sensation making your spine shiver. he gently pushes 2 fingers in, your lips sealed as you moan. His mouth latches onto your breasts again. He knows exactly what he's doing.
His fingers move in and out at a medium pace, just enough to make you feel light headed from all the emotions mixing into one. Your stomach twisting into many little knots. You feel your release coming, Jhope quickens up the pace.
"Hobi..." You moan out, your toes curling, your head drops.
Your release gets everywhere, soaking Hobi, You look up at him to see his grin, knowing he loves to see you ruined. You push him back playfully as he readjusts and sits upwards and leans against the couch cushion. You straddle him as you grab his hand and bring it up to your mouth.
You put his ring finger in his mouth first, looking at him seductively. He groans at the sight. Then you add his middle finger into your mouth, gently sliding your tongue up and down his fingers licking off all of your wetness.
Just when Jhope thought you couldn't get any hotter, you start slowly grinding on his thigh. Your soaked panties causing friction against his sweats. His hands keep needing your breasts while he stares at your movements on his thigh. You quicken the pace, getting lost because of how good it feels, you don't want to stop, you've been needing this.
You both make eye-contact while your riding his thigh, you see yourself in his pupil's reflection, you look like a mess. Cheeks flushed and mouth opened. Jhope gives you a look to keep going. He want's you to relieve yourself on him.
You feel your release coming again, you whine as you lean your head on his shoulder. Jhope straightens you back up. "Nuh-uh, I want to see your face while you come undone." He says breaking the silence.
You come undone shortly after, sending you into an oasis, vision gets blurry as your stomach unwinds. You breathe heavily as you lean against his shoulder. He wraps his arms softly around you while rubbing your back gently.
He whispers sweet nothing's in your ears.
"I love you y/n" He says cradling you. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek.
A couple minutes later your cuddling into his side as you both keep watching the drama playing on the TV, the night only getting deeper.
pairing: harddom!taehyung x sub!reader x softdom!jungkook
synopsis: caught between taehyung’s unyielding grip and jungkook’s sharp-eyed hunger, you learn that teasing these two only earns you a long, merciless night of being used, punished, and thoroughly claimed by both of them.
word count: 4.5k
warnings: 18+, explicit content, slight cnc, rough sex, degradation & praise, face slapping, hair pulling, spit play, oral sex (both), anal sex, double penetration, mild chocking, slight cum play, size kink, mild usage of the pet name “puppy”, multiple orgasms
a/n: ok wow… i think i got a bit carried away with this one hahaha this is pure filth! i imagined post military buff taehyung and jungkook for this one because holy fuck, it’s my favorite look on them. anyways, enjoy i guess
“where are you going, baby?” you squirmed uselessly as taehyung’s huge bicep wrapped tightly around your body, caging you in against the hard wall of his chest so completely that you could feel every hard ridge of muscle pressing into your back and the warm scent of his cologne surrounding you until there was absolutely nowhere left for you to escape.
“are you trying to run away now?” jungkook smirked as he took a slow step closer to where you and taehyung were standing, his dark eyes dragging deliberately over your flushed face. “you were so eager to get our attention back there.” his hand came up to cup your chin with firm fingers, lifting your head so he could force you to look straight into his eyes, the hungry way he stared at you making it feel like he could devour you right there on the spot if he wanted to.
you squirmed again, a soft whimper escaping your throat, and you felt taehyung’s grip tighten even further around you, his chest pressing harder against your back until there was no space left between your bodies at all. “stop acting like you don’t want this.” his voice was rough and low right next to your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine as you felt his tongue drag a long, wet, deliberate strip up the sensitive side of your neck. “i know you’re dying to get fucked like a slut.”
“no…” you whispered, the word breaking halfway out of your mouth, and you heard both of them chuckle quietly under their breath as if the pathetic denial only amused them more.
“so convincing, baby.” jungkook mocked softly, his fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of your cheeks and forcing your lips to pout. “are you gonna tell me if i touch you down there i won’t find you dripping already?” he raised one eyebrow in challenge and your cheeks burned an even deeper rosy color that you couldn’t hide no matter how hard you tried to look away.
“yes.” you murmured the lie, even though you both knew it was an absolute utter lie. something about this slow, inevitable chase thrilled you deeply, your body already burning with a restless heat for these two men who looked so openly hungry to ruin you.
“oh yeah?” his hands came down to grab the hem of your skirt, rough palms brushing against the bare skin of your upper thighs. “what do you think tae? is she lying to us?”
you tried squirming again but taehyung’s thick bicep stopped you immediately, holding you locked in place like you weighed nothing to him. “of course she’s lying.” he chuckled darkly against your ear, the vibration of his voice sinking straight into your bones. “she’s a whore. i bet it’s already running down her legs.”
you clenched your thighs together on pure instinct but jungkook was faster, his strong hands shoving between your knees and forcing them wide open. “scared we’re gonna find out the truth?”
you shivered hard as you felt his fingers begin teasing a slow, torturous path up the insides of your thighs, moving almost too carefully, and you could feel the weight of his gaze on your face the entire time, examining every tiny flicker of expression as if he was savoring the way you were already falling apart under their hands.
his fingers finally stopped right at the hem of your panties, his thumb brushing the sensitive crease where your thigh met your hip, and even that light touch was enough to make your breath catch sharply in your throat. “can feel how warm you are already.” he teased, his face lowering until he was at the same level as you, his lips brushing so lightly against yours that you could feel every warm exhale. “can feel it through the fabric.”
you gasped when you finally felt his digits press firmly against you through the thin material of your panties, which were already soaked through and clinging wetly to your folds, the unmistakable slickness making a soft sound under his touch.
“fucking liar.” jungkook murmured right against your lips, voice low, deep and thick with satisfaction. “she’s dripping, taehyung.”
you bit down hard on your bottom lip, embarrassed by how exposed you felt, but you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning back into taehyung’s chest, your hips twitching forward of their own accord to chase the pressure of jungkook’s fingers, even as shame burned hot across your face.
“so eager to take our cocks.” you whimpered softly at taehyung’s words, feeling him carefully tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with unexpected gentleness before his large hand slid lower. “i wonder how a tiny thing like you is gonna take both of us.” he chuckled under his breath as his bicep loosened just enough for his hand to come up and cup your breast through your shirt, thick fingers squeezing and kneading the soft flesh until your nipple hardened under his palm.
“she’s getting wetter.” jungkook smirked over at taehyung and you heard the older boy let out a low grunt against your ear, his fingers pinching your nipple firmly enough to pull another soft sound from your throat.
“what a filthy whore.” his voice dripped with dark lust as his other hand came up to fist tightly in your hair, yanking your head back hard and ripping a broken whine out of you. “you’re getting wetter at the thought of being fucked by both of us, huh?” your head was pulled so far back that he could stare straight down into your eyes, and that was when you saw how completely dark they had gone, your stomach twisting with a sharp mix of nervousness and excitement at the sight. “let me taste her.” he glanced at jungkook and your eyes slightly widened, but taehyung kept your head locked firmly in place by the hair, not allowing you even an inch of movement.
a helpless moan slipped past your lips as you felt jungkook’s fingers tug your soaked panties aside and dip between your folds, collecting the slick already coating you with slow, thorough strokes that made your thighs tremble. taehyung never looked away from your face, a wicked little smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, and you nearly gasped when you saw the younger boy lift his wet fingers and feed your juices to taehyung, watching his lips wrap tightly around them while he kept staring straight into your eyes, humming low in his throat as he tasted you.
“so sweet.” he finally said once jungkook pulled his fingers free. “so ready for us already.” taehyung’s thumb pressed firmly against your chin, forcing your lips to part. you stuck your tongue out the moment you saw the thick strand of spit spilling from his mouth, feeling the warm, heavy weight of it land on your tongue, and you swallowed obediently, tasting yourself mixed with him. “good fucking slut.” he murmured, the approval rough in his voice.
“i think we should punish her for lying to us.” jungkook grabbed your chin and crushed his mouth against yours in a messy, wet kiss that left your head spinning before he pulled back again. “i know exactly where we can put that lying little mouth to good use.” he smirked widely and you felt taehyung’s arm leave your waist, the fist still buried in your hair turning you around roughly so you were facing him fully.
“you heard him, baby. get on your knees.” taehyung’s face was colder and more serious than jungkook’s, and something about that flat authority made your entire body shiver while the heat pooling low in your stomach tightened almost painfully. you hesitated for half a second too long, still trying to catch your breath from everything that had already happened, but taehyung brought your attention back with a sharp yank of your hair that stung in your scalp. “i’m not gonna tell you again. get on your fucking knees.” he gritted out between his teeth and you dropped quickly, kneeling on the hard floor in front of the two of them and feeling completely small and vulnerable as they stood tall and broad above you.
“she’s being so difficult today.” jungkook shook his head in mild disapproval, brushing his thumb almost gently over your flushed cheek as you stared up at him.
“i don’t know why.” taehyung cut in, voice low and edged. “she was the one practically begging for this. bending down in front of us, looking back like she wanted to get caught…” he squatted down in front of you so his eyes were levelled with yours, and suddenly a sharp, stinging pain bloomed across your cheek as his open hand cracked against it, making you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. “now you take what we give you like a good girl. do you understand?” you were still reeling from the first slap when he struck you again, then gripped your face tightly in his large hand. “do. you. understand?” you clenched hard around nothing and nodded frantically, your pulse racing in your throat. “that’s what i thought.” he rose back to his full height next to jungkook, who was already slowly palming the thick outline of his cock through his pants.
your mouth watered the moment you heard the metallic clink of belt buckles and the soft rasp of zippers being dragged down, and from your position on your knees you could also feel the steady drip of your own juices sliding down the insides of your thighs. both boys reached into their pants and freed their cocks—long, heavy, and already fully hard—but taehyung’s was noticeably thicker, the sight of it making your mouth water even as a nervous flutter twisted in your stomach, and you were sure that mix of fear and want showed clearly on your face.
“you’re scared, baby?” taehyung chuckled lowly, one hand lazily stroking his shaft as he looked down at you. “think that tiny little pussy of yours can take a cock this thick?” you bit your lip hard but still nodded. “let’s see if you can take it in your mouth first then.”
he stepped forward, fist tightening in your hair as he pulled you toward him, and you parted your lips obediently, letting him slide the leaking head past them. you wrapped your mouth around him carefully, sucking at the tip and tasting the salty precum already beading there, and the low moan that left taehyung’s throat made your stomach flip. out of the corner of your eye you saw jungkook move closer, watching with dark, hungry eyes as you took more of taehyung into your mouth while he slowly stroked himself.
“come here, baby.” jungkook’s hand fisted in your hair next and tugged you toward him, making taehyung’s cock slip free with a wet sound.
taehyung grunted in mild disapproval but didn’t stop it, simply watching as jungkook tapped the head of his own cock against your tongue, smearing more precum across it before pushing deeper. jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed for a second as you took half of him into your mouth, your hand stroking what you couldn’t fit while his grip on your hair guided the pace.
“fuck— so fucking warm and soft—” he murmured, biting down on his lower lip as he watched himself disappear between your lips.
“don’t be greedy now,” you whimpered softly when you felt yourself being yanked back the other way by your hair again, jungkook’s cock slipping free. “i wanna use this pretty mouth too.”
taehyung gave you almost no time to adjust before he was pushing back into your mouth, deeper this time. you fought hard against the urge to gag as the head of his cock pressed the back of your throat, trying to breathe through your nose while he held your head firmly in place and began rolling his hips in short, controlled thrusts.
“gonna fuck this filthy little mouth of yours,” he gritted out, the hand in your hair keeping you exactly where he wanted you. “you’re gonna think twice before lying to us next time.”
tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he kept moving, your jaw aching from the stretch of him, and you braced your hands against his strong thighs for balance as his low grunts grew louder above you.
“bring her over here, hyung.” jungkook’s voice came from behind them.
taehyung pulled free of your mouth and you coughed hard, strings of spit still connecting your lips to his cock as you struggled to catch your breath. when you looked over you saw jungkook already sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt discarded and every tattoo and hard line of muscle on full display as he leaned back on one hand. his pants were gone too, the only fabric left being the tight black boxers shoved low enough for him to stroke himself slowly while he watched you.
“get up, slut.” taehyung’s voice snapped your attention back and you whimpered as he hauled you up by the hair, your legs shaky and uncooperative as you stumbled upright.
he released your hair only long enough to switch to a bruising grip on your upper arm, dragging you across the room toward the bed. spit still clung to your chin, your hair was a complete mess from his fist, your legs felt weak, and your eyes were still blurry from the tears—you looked every bit the used mess they had already started turning you into.
“take off your clothes, baby. let me see that pretty body.” jungkook’s voice was softer than taehyung’s but no less commanding, the sweetness in it somehow making the demand even more dangerous.
taehyung loosened his hold and stepped back, giving you enough space to obey on your own. you lifted your shirt over your head with trembling hands, revealing the white lace bra underneath and the way your nipples were already hard and straining against the thin fabric. next came the skirt—your fingers fumbled with the zipper but you felt your digits too weak to comply.
“take longer and i’ll rip them off myself.”
you finally managed to get it open and push it down your legs, kicking it aside. immediately you tried to cover yourself with your arms.
a low, dark laugh came from jungkook. “you must really be trying to piss us off today.” your whole body tensed as he stood and walked toward you. “i said take your clothes off. all of them.” the tone alone was enough to freeze you in place for a second. another quiet chuckle. “i warned you.”
you yelped when he grabbed you roughly, the sharp sound of fabric tearing filling the room as your bra was ripped open and fell away. another hard pull and your panties were gone too, leaving you completely bare and shivering as the cool air hit every newly exposed inch of skin.
“next time we tell you to do something, you listen like a good little puppy and do it. got it?” your body trembled not just from his words but from the sudden vulnerability of standing naked between them.
“yes,” you whispered. “i’m sorry.”
jungkook’s eyes darkened further. “you’re sorry?” a small, dangerous smirk curled at the corner of his mouth as his fingers trailed down your chest and over one stiff nipple, making you whimper. “then show me how sorry you really are.” he stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed again, tapping his thigh once. “come here, baby. sit.”
you walked over on unsteady legs and carefully straddled his lap. the moment your bare, wet cunt pressed against the hard length of his cock, both of you exhaled sharply at the contact. he delivered a firm slap to your ass that made you jolt forward, nails digging into his shoulders for balance.
“move. show me.”
he leaned back on his hands and watched with dark eyes as you began to grind against him, sliding your slickness along his shaft and coating him with every roll of your hips, the friction maddening.
“want more…” you whimpered, grinding harder as the tight coil in your stomach grew tighter.
“yeah?” jungkook bit down on his bottom lip, clearly fighting his own sounds. “want my cock inside you? want to be filled?”
you moaned in response just as the mattress dipped behind him. when you opened your eyes you found taehyung standing there fully naked, eyes dark and focused, one large hand slowly stroking his thick cock as he looked down at the two of you.
“lay back,” he ordered jungkook, pushing at his shoulders until the younger man was flat on the bed. “go on, baby. ride him.”
the rough command sent a fresh shiver through you. you wasted no time wrapping your hand around jungkook’s cock, feeling how heavy and hot it was, before guiding the tip to your entrance and sinking down slowly. every thick inch stretched you open until he was buried completely inside you, the fullness almost too much as your hands landed hard on his chest for support.
“let her do the work,” taehyung rasped. “go on, milk his cock. and don’t you dare fucking stop.”
your legs were still shaky, but you obeyed, rising and falling on jungkook’s cock, the head of him dragging over that perfect spot inside you with every downward stroke. you closed your eyes and let the pleasure take over, nails digging into the hard muscle of his chest while his hands settled on your hips without helping, just holding.
“come here.” you gasped when taehyung’s hand fisted in your hair again and pulled you forward until the head of his cock brushed your lips. “open.”
you did and he slid deep into your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks around him, sucking and running your tongue along the thick vein on the underside while your hips kept moving. the moment your rhythm faltered even slightly, taehyung’s hand cracked across your cheek again.
“i told you not to stop. move.”
you forced yourself to keep going—mouth working taehyung, cunt sliding up and down jungkook—until the wet sounds of both filled the room. spit ran down your chin, your thighs burned, you could feel yourself getting wetter with every second, the excess slick running down your legs and onto jungkook.
“such a good fucking puppy for us,” jungkook moaned, watching taehyung’s cock disappear into your throat right above his face, the outline of it visible against the soft skin of your neck as taehyung began fucking your mouth.
“she loves getting used like this, don’t you, baby? look at you. such a fucking whore.” taehyung’s voice was rough with pleasure as your spit coated his length and dripped from the corners of your stretched lips. you nodded the best you could around him.
your legs were shaking badly now, thighs burning and threatening to give out. when you tried to pull off just enough to breathe, taehyung held you firmly in place and pushed even deeper.
“no, no. stay.” you gagged hard as he filled your throat, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. “what’s wrong, baby? too much? want to stop?” you nodded even as your hips kept trying to move on jungkook. taehyung only laughed. “but i don’t wanna stop, baby. you’re gonna take it, ok? take it like a good girl, c’mon.”
you clenched hard around jungkook, pulling a deep groan from him, as taehyung pulled back just enough for you to gasp a breath before slamming in again. the dual sensation was almost overwhelming, yet your body still craved more, squirming and moaning helplessly with every thrust and every filthy word.
“help her, jungkook. she’s too much of a mess to keep going on her own.” taehyung slapped your face again, then gripped your chin tightly while the other hand stayed buried in your hair. “such a useless little slut—” your teeth scraped lightly against him as jungkook suddenly slammed up into you, both hands gripping your hips hard as he took over the thrusting. “shit— baby—” taehyung moaned when the force of jungkook’s hips drove you even deeper onto his cock.
you were so close now. the coil in your stomach had tightened to the point of pain, and the way you kept clenching around jungkook made it obvious.
“fuck— so tight,” jungkook gritted out, fucking up into you harder. “wanna cum, baby? yeah? gonna cum for us?”
you had stopped moving your legs completely, body going limp as you relied entirely on jungkook’s arms to hold you up while the head of his cock hit that perfect spot over and over.
it didn’t take long. the orgasm crashed through you hard, your whole body locking up and shaking as you moaned brokenly around taehyung’s cock, pleasure white-hot and almost too intense to bear.
“that’s a good girl. that’s it, baby.” taehyung’s voice softened as he finally pulled free of your mouth, letting you gasp for air while he gently brushed his thumb over your tear-streaked cheek, giving you a moment to come down.
jungkook slipped out of you carefully. strong arms lifted you off him and settled you down in bed instead. one hand stroked slowly through your tangled, damp hair while you struggled to catch your breath.
“everything okay, baby?” taehyung asked quietly, trying to catch your gaze as your eyes fluttered. “feel good?” he pressed a soft kiss to your spit-slick lips before tilting your chin up.
you nodded weakly. “y—yeah…”
he kissed the tip of your nose. “good. because we’re not done with you yet.”
he turned you easily and laid your back against jungkook’s chest. the younger boy’s arms wrapped around you from behind, mouth already trailing hot, open kisses along your shoulder, your neck, and that sensitive spot under your ear that always made your body burn.
taehyung knelt between your spread legs, looking down at the mess between them with dark eyes. “spread wider, baby. let me see that pretty pussy.”
jungkook’s hands hooked under your knees and opened you further. taehyung’s expression darkened even more as he leaned in, fingers trailing slowly up the soft skin of your inner thighs.
“so dirty,” he murmured, replacing jungkook’s hands with his own to keep you spread. he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of one thigh, then higher, until his mouth hovered right over your folds. “are you a dirty little slut? yeah?” he kissed you there and you whimpered, hips trying to lift for more. “yeah, you are. look at you. want my tongue?” you nodded eagerly while jungkook kept kissing and sucking at your neck. “say it. fucking say it.”
“want your tongue— please—”
“good girl.” a loud, broken moan tore from your sore throat as his warm tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up your folds before he sucked hard on your clit. “so fucking wet. you want to get fucked so badly, don’t you.” he groaned against you, licking and sucking with filthy wet sounds that filled the room. “wanna be filled by both of us, huh? wanna get stuffed by our cocks?” he pulled back just long enough to spit onto your cunt and watch it run down toward your ass, then followed the trail with his tongue, circling your second hole before returning to your clit.
“i think she’s ready, kook.”
jungkook shifted beneath you, the thick head of his cock pressing against your ass. the pressure made your breath hitch. taehyung leaned down and kissed you slowly while jungkook pushed in. “you scared, baby? are you scared to be used by two cocks?” taehyung cooed at you, stroking his cock in his hand. “oh but you want it, don’t you? you want it so bad.” jungkook sinked —inch by careful inch—until he was buried to the hilt.
“oh— fuck,” jungkook moaned in your ear, voice wrecked. “she’s gripping me so tight. that’s it, baby. good girl. breathe for me.”
you were still adjusting to the intense stretch when taehyung lined himself up with your pussy and began sinking in. “are you ready for me? can you take it?” the dual fullness was overwhelming as you dug your nails into jungkook’s forearm. “yes you can. you’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” you whimpered into taehyung’s mouth as he kept going until he was fully inside you, both of them filling you so completely you could barely think. “shh, it’s okay baby. you got this.”
then they started to move. slow at first, finding a shared rhythm, then harder, deeper, until the bed creaked beneath you and broken, helpless sounds spilled from your throat with every thrust.
jungkook’s hand wrapped loosely around your throat. “oh my god—“ he groaned raspy in your ear. “so good baby, fuck— take it, just take it, that’s it.”
taehyung’s fingers dug into your hip hard enough to bruise, the sensation was so intense your vision blurred at the edges.
“you like being this fucking full, huh?” taehyung growled. “look at you, completely helpless between us—”
“hmm… gonna— c—um—” you managed, voice cracked and ruined.
“gonna cum on our cocks, baby? yeah?” jungkook whispered against your ear. “then cum, just let go.”
the second orgasm hit even harder than the first. your body convulsed between them, clenching tightly around both cocks until they both cursed. jungkook came first, spilling deep inside your ass with a broken groan. taehyung followed only a few thrusts later, burying himself to the hilt and filling your cunt until you had never felt so full in your life.
for a long moment the only sound in the room was the three of you breathing hard.
taehyung eased out carefully, then helped lift you off jungkook and settle you between them on the bed. your body felt completely boneless, oversensitive, and thoroughly used. thick cum was already leaking from both holes onto the sheets.
taehyung brushed the damp hair from your forehead and pressed a soft kiss there. “you did so fucking good.”
jungkook turned your face toward him and kissed you slow and deep. “never thought you’d actually handle that,” he murmured. “so proud of you, baby.”
taehyung’s eyes dropped to the mess between your legs, a dark, satisfied smile curling his mouth.
“so pretty filled with our cum.” his fingers traced lazily through the mess leaking from you. “you love this, don’t you?”
you managed a weak, breathless little laugh, eyes still heavy. “yeah… i love it.” you gathered what little strength you had left to prop yourself up on your elbows and pull both of them closer by the necks, placing a soft, lingering kiss on each of their lips. “guess i need to provoke you more often.”
taehyung groaned against your mouth. “try it, baby. this was us going easy on you. next time i’ll make sure you won’t be laughing.”
Pairing: Idol, Boyfriend Hoseok X Staff, Girlfriend Reader
Theme: Hurt to comfort au, love quarrel au, Silent treatment au
Word count: 5.5k
Summary:
In which Hoseok yells at you, asks you for space and then goes crazy when he realizes he can never let you go.
Warning: angst, argument, Hoseok is shitty for the first half, reader suffers, jealously, Smut, fingering.
Minors Do Not Interact!
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“Love is always accompanied by loneliness
Despite being together, it can also feel just as lonely”
Music blooms through the huge speakers of the room, the dancers’ loud cheery voices lift up the mood of the rehearsal hall. Even some of your gloomy and tired looking coworkers are now vibing and clapping with the music. Everyone seems to be enjoying the last beats of the day, despite it being ten at night, before going home and concluding the day.
Everyone but you.
Your eyes stay stuck on the one figure that is the center of it all. Jung Hoseok dances like his limbs are made of jelly, like his bones have the flexibility of a sponge and beats match with his rhythm.
He exists like thunder in the sky - luminous, magnificent, scaringly beautiful.
On any other day you would blush to yourself, you would thank all of your lucky stars for making him yours. But today is not any other day - today makes it a month since the rehearsals started.
A month has passed since Hoseok has started acting like you don’t exist.
Now, this is not new. Your boyfriend has always been extremely serious about his work. Whenever it’s the rehearsal season, your time together gets shortened. Rushed calls, small pecks, stealing lunches during work breaks are what is normal during these times.
However, what is unusual is Hoseok ignoring your texts, receiving your calls only to tell you that he is busy and will talk later. It feels like it has been ages since you spent an hour with him, shared food, talked about everything and nothing, gossiped about the company drama. It has been ages since you felt the warmth of his arms, since he has kissed you like he means it with his whole being.
Unlike usual times, his eyes don’t follow you when you two are in the same room, nor does he leave stray touches in the excuse of monitoring moves through the screen. It is as if his affection for you has suddenly dried up.
Or maybe it found a different direction.
You watch him as he high fives with the group of dancers he has recently gotten close to. He loosely hugs the women making them blush. You watch as he laughs with them, jokes with them, being his usual jovial self.
You watch as he doesn’t even look at the direction you are standing in. You watch as he leaves the rehearsal hall with his belongings, without texting you to meet him at his studio.
You get busy tidying things up, rechecking tomorrow’s schedule and preparing yourself to clock out after a particularly long and tough day.
Try as you might, your feet don’t take you inside the elevator. Your heart revolts against you.
You miss Hoseok. You miss him so much that you are starting to tear up right now. He won’t mind if you stop by his studio for a quick hug, will he?
You deserve a hug after a month of ignorance, don’t you?
So, in no time you find yourself at his studio door. Although you know the code, you decide to ring the bell this time.
A few seconds pass before the door opens. His eyes fall directly on yours - an easy smile takes over your face without any effort.
“Hi”, you greet him. However, his face shows no sign of gladness, if anything that stays as stoic as possible and that’s something very very unusual. You start wondering if you have done anything wrong after all.
“Are you busy?” you ask again, given the fact that there’s no reply from his side.
“No. come in.” he replies after what feels like an eternity, removing himself from the doorway. The low rumble of his voice spreads a carpet of chills down your spine. But there’s something laced with his voice - something that’s definitely not want or lust.
You have a very ominous feeling about this. You should be happy but something in your gut tells you to hold your horses.
Hoseok leaves you to close the door behind you and goes to sit on his chair. He starts using his phone as if he has no intention of entertaining you any further.
“Is everything alright? Are you okay?” you start pushing the conversation further, getting the hint that he is not going to be the one to do anything else.
“Yes.” The reply comes short and curt.
Nodding on your own, which he can’t see, you sit down on the couch right behind him.
“Are you going home after this?” The pressure to keep saying something is starting to kill you now.
“Yeah. why?” he still doesn’t swivel his chair to look at you.
You stand up, with just two steps you stand behind his chair and wrap your hands around his neck. He doesn’t react the way you want or expect him to but he doesn’t move away either.
“It’s been so long since we spent some time together, Hoseok. I know you are busy with rehearsals and everything, but can’t you spare an hour for me?”
Placing your head on his shoulder, you push your nose into the crook of his neck. Inhaling his masculine yet comforting scent to calm your fears down.
Hoseok jerks himself out of your hold - your temporary daze shatters like a glass vase.
“I am tired, Y/N. Can you not do this?” he whines as if you have demanded something really serious from him.
You straighten, “I’m sorry. But I just miss you. Am I not even allowed to get a hug? Especially since you have been so distant from me? You barely receive my calls or reply to my texts. I can’t even recall the last time we shared a meal together, Hoseok. You are either working or spending time with your new dancer friends. And it’s starting to get to me.”
Your voice isn’t loud, but it’s not timid either. You know you are not wrong for asking what you are asking from your boyfriend.
Hoseok sighs audibly. He puts his phone face down.
“Just so you remember, Y/N. I have a life outside of you. I am not obliged to spend the majority of my time with you. I need some space to breathe too! Why don’t you understand that?” his voice rises in volume, “each time I check my phone, there is either a call or a text from you. I am not a kid, Y/N, whom you need to monitor all the time. And about my new dancer friends, yes, yes I admit spending time with them. They are fun to be with! We have a lot to talk about, mutual passion and stuff, I can’t talk to you about. Do you get that?”
Each and every word that he spoke pierced straight through your sanity.
Hoseok thinks you are clingy, boring, he needs space, he prefers his dancer friends because you don’t share the same passion as him or them.
Oh.
“Oh. I didn’t know I was bothering you all these times. I- I am sorry.” your voice shakes, tears fill your eyes.
“I am not asking much from you, Y/N. Just give me some space, will you?” Hoseok closes his eyes and leans his head on the headrest of his chair.
“Sure. I am sorry.” you take a step back, then another, then another. Even when you open the door and slip outside - Hoseok doesn’t look at you.
Now, hate is a strong emotion. So, you hardly use the word to explain your feeling towards anything. But one thing for sure is that… You hate crying.
You hate crying for people, you hate being weak to the point where one gentle poke can break you completely.
And currently you are in that very state.
Instead of heading home, you run towards the nearest available restroom. As soon as the stall door shuts behind, you break down. Tears come in a thick trail wetting your entire face, running down your throat, soaking in your shirt.
You wail until your throat hurts from crying too much. By the time you leave the bathroom and exit the building, buses and subways have stopped running and you have promised yourself to stay away from Hoseok’s life as much as possible. Work can not be adjusted. Being one of the production crew during the album formation stage means you will have to see him almost every day.
However, you need to be strong and give him what he wants - space. So, from tomorrow you will only focus on work and ignore his existence the way he has been ignoring yours. If he thinks his new friends are way more fun and entertaining than you, then so it be.
Hoseok can live his life and you will be living yours. For now, the chapter of Hoseok will stay compartmentalized in your brain.
From tomorrow Hoseok will experience radio silence from your end. And that’s one hell of a fucking promise of yours.
Week 1
Thankfully the preparation stage of an album includes a lot of research work and you gratefully take all the responsibilities on yourself.
Researching on album related stuff means staying holed up in the department office and having very little to no filming to participate in. and having no filming means not seeing your boyfriend.
It serves the purpose. Although you end up checking your phone more often than not just to be disappointed with how there’s no text from Hosoek, you are starting to adjust well.
You also get a lot of time to contemplate everything Hoseok had said that day. You kind of hate to admit that he was not wrong about you being boring or less fun than his dancers friends.
What are you even? A very ordinary office worker. A woman in her late twenties, who loves plants and is interested in the stock market.
While the people Hoseok has befriended are colorful, creative, love doing fun stuff, and include him in their tiktok videos, challenges and what not. Just by watching those you can tell Hoseok is really having a great time with them.
There is new content from at least one of them every single day - and each of those has Hoseok. And those are blowing up, benefitting both Hoseok and the company. More exposure during the production means more people are getting intrigued and waiting for the album to release.
So, who exactly are you to object?
You should be grateful for the fact that Hoseok’s eyes have caught you despite you being nothing special. You just should keep quiet and be less privy about what he does in his celebrity life.
Beggars can’t be choosers after all.
By the end of the week, you have accepted your fate and stopped waiting for an apology or at least a text from your Hoseok.
You let life flow and take things wherever it sees fit.
Week 2
The second week arrives - nothing changes.
Except for the fact that you are quite nervous about seeing Hoseok again. Last week you avoided any kind of chance meeting but this week the recording for the second song is to start, which means you need to attend several meetings and see Hoseok, talk to him if needed.
You need to be professional - you keep telling yourself that.
It’s a blessing not to be directly included in the making of the album, you get to choose the furthest corners during the meetings and no one will ever object.
Previously, you always chose the diagonal spot across from Hoseok, those seats always provided you with the clearest views of your boyfriend. And you would catch his eyes in several contacts throughout the entirety of the meeting.
However, you are sure, he will only get annoyed to see you anywhere near him now.
The meeting starts, you see him walking inside the room and greeting everyone. But once he sits down, he is out of your line of sight and you are quite grateful for that.
Because just a sight of him brings back his words from that night, his eyes full of annoyance when he looked at you. You can feel the sting of tears at the corners of your eyes, but you blink them away.
You are not going to cry anymore. Not anymore.
Seems like heaven is by your side because you get to stay silent during the whole meeting, taking notes on crucial points, making a rough schedule and all that.
As the meeting ends, you stand up from your seat, asking your coworker to send you the email ID of the sound engineer to notify him of the schedule. You turn your head towards the exit and your eyes meet with Hoseok’s.
He stares at you while talking to one of the producers.
As soon as you catch him staring at your way, you look away and exit the meeting room hastily.
For the rest of weeks, for another two meetings, you make sure not to look at him even by mistake - at least not when you feel his eyes on you.
Week 3
Week three proves to be the most challenging one.
The filming for the first choreography video is scheduled for this week, which means you will have to see Hoseok, and will have to interact with him no matter what.
But most importantly, you will have to go through what you have for the past month yet again. The same ignorance, the same spark of jealousy watching him having fun with his dancers.
You have been taming your ill-feelings. You have been replaying his words in your mind again and again.
And that seemed to help previously, but the moment you enter the rehearsal room with the filming crew and see him stretching, a sudden surge of ache washes your sanity. He doesn’t look at you, of course, you don’t even expect him to. You rather get busy with your work as Hoseok goes through the choreography once before the filming starts.
“Y/N” your colleague taps on your shoulder, “the new photographer is here.” she points towards the guy standing at a corner.
You walk towards him, “Jaehun-ssi?”
The guy smiles at you, bowing in half, “yes, nice to meet you. You must be Y/N.”
You smile back, “Yes, right. Thanks for coming in on such short notice, I had no idea who to call when Shinwon said he was hospitalized.”
“It’s my pleasure. And also, who doesn’t want to be a part of J-hope’s next album." The guy looks at Hoseok in awe. You smile at his reaction.
He is such a polite, cute, young guy, reminding you of your own brother at home. Then you see him bow in a particular direction, when you turn your head to see who he is bowing to, you find Hoseok casually walking towards you.
Your heartbeat matches the rhythm of his steps as he stares at you without blinking. You look away, stepping out of his path and unintentionally standing close to Jaehun.
“I see a new face here” Hoseok comes to a stop right before Jaehun. The younger guy introduces himself but Hoseok’s eyes are on you. Maybe he is asking for an explanation on the sudden change of the photographer.
“Shinwon was hospitalized yesterday with food-poisoning. He referred to Jaehun-ssi. So… yeah.” you don’t look at him, you just can’t find it in yourself to look at him.
“Okay, Y/N-”
“Jaehun-ssi, let’s go, let me give you a brief.” you cut Hoseok’s words without even realizing what you are doing.
“Sure.” Jaehun smiles.
You bow at Hoseok lightly and then leave him standing still. For the rest of the time, before the start of the filming, you avoid looking at him.
Jaehun serves as a great distraction.
Throughout the filming you get so engrossed in managing your own work and helping Jaehun out with his work that you don’t notice how often Hoseok is looking your way.
Usually Hoseok’s practice videos are shot in one take, but today something was off. A total of three takes were needed to perfect things. Then separate shorts for reels and tiktoks were shot. Photos for his instagram, facebook, weverse and other social media channels were taken afterwards. By the time everything ends, the clock strikes seven in the evening.
“It was really nice to work with you, Y/N-ssi. Thanks for all the help.” Jaehun smiles at you while clutching his bag tightly, ready to go.
“Same here, Jaehun-ssi. Hopefully we will meet again.” you smile widely at him.
“Are you free after this? We can grab a coffee-”
“Everyone” Hoseok’s usually loud voice rings through the atmosphere even louder, “thank you for working really hard today. I know I have been a little distracted and made the filming go longer than usual. So, as an apology, I will buy dinner for everyone tonight.” His eyes lock with yours. And again you look away.
“Oh… seems like we are not free anymore.” Jaehun says in apparent delight.
“Yeah, you should go and enjoy the dinner.” you reply to him, collecting your things and preparing to clock out.
“Oh? What about you? Aren’t you coming?”
“No, I can’t. I have some work at home. Gotta go early. Bye.” You wave at him and inform your colleagues that you will be leaving for the day. Although they are mostly curious and concerned because you don’t miss company dinners usually, they don’t ask anything too privy.
You leave the rehearsal hall in haste, heading towards the office to collect your bag and leave.
Right when you are pushing your water bottle inside your bag, you hear someone push open the door of the office floor.
Thinking it might be one of your coworkers, you don’t pay any attention. You turn on your heels to head out, only to crash with a hard chest.
“Ow. What- Hoseok?” your eyes almost bulge out of their socket as you realize it’s Hoseok who you just crashed with.
“Y/N-” he raises one of his hands as if to touch you.
You suddenly recall how he pushed you away the last day you talked to him. The painful and borderline insulting memory forces you to take a few hurried steps away from him.
Hoseok’s eyes widened at your actions, “are you- are you okay?”
“Yeah. I am fine. What are you doing here? Do you need something?” the dull ache that you have been suppressing for almost a month now, starts coursing through your veins in full force.
“I- uh… we're ready to leave for dinner. Are you going to ride with your teammates? Or do you want to come with me? We can make an excuse-”
“I'm not staying for dinner, Hoseok. I have plans already. I need to be home as soon as possible. Thanks for asking though.” You give him a tight-lipped smile. His expression changes in a heartbeat. The lingering smile that appeared sometime while talking to you, is now gone. A frown sits on that beautiful face of his and you have no idea why he's suddenly so disappointed.
He wanted space. You are giving him the same. Why does he want your company now? All of a sudden?
Deciding not to ponder anymore, you bow at him and then try to walk past him.
Hoseok stops you by wrapping a hand around your wrist. Before you can jerk yourself out of his grip, he pulls you towards him and you crush against his chest again.
Hoseok wastes no time in digging his fingers on your waist, pulling you more to himself. He starts leaning down, eyes focused on your lips.
“What- what are you doing? Let me go. Someone might see us.” You try to wiggle out of his grip, but he only holds you tighter.
A smirk plays on his lips, “give me a kiss. I'll let you go, I promise.”
A kiss? A kiss after he indirectly called you boring? No. Never.
Just when his lips are about to touch yours, you whip your head to the other side, successfully avoiding the kiss.
“Y/N…” you can hear the hurt in his voice. He hurt you the very same way, so you try not to feel like a criminal.
“I gotta go.” Getting out of his grip, you walk away. Not looking behind at him is tough but you need to achieve it. This is what he wanted. And you are just keeping his request.
That's all.
If a few tears escape your eyes then Hoseok doesn't need to know about it.
That night Hoseok calls you twice, sends multiple texts but you ignore them. It's not a petty payback. It's just that you're afraid.
You don't know what he will say, how things will unfold between you two.
You hurting him today could be his last straw. He might break things off now, and honestly, you are not ready for it.
Don't know if you'll ever be.
He fucked it up.
Hoseok knows he fucked it up.
He had his head in his ass when he yelled at you, said those mean things that make no sense. For a moment he lost his mind, he forgot how bad he is down for you. For a moment he forgot how empty your absence makes him feel.
Thanks to his dumbness and foolish words, he now feels that same emptiness burning him alive during his waking hours.
For the first week after the fight, he felt nothing. He was still so busy with his dancers, he was having fun. There was a new pub every night, new moves, something new to learn, something new to see - he was way too busy to witness how your texts and calls ceased reaching his phone.
It was one of those nights when he drank a little more than he should have. He took out his phone to look for photos to update on his insta, that is when he realized something was missing.
He complained to you about always texting and calling and checking up on him, but he didn’t really expect you to completely stop.
And then, in his drunken haze, the absence of your “good night”, “get home safe”, “sweet dreams” hit him like a brick. He sat and stared at the last trace of conversation, his decreasing replies and your increasing attempt of getting him to meet you once.
A pang of guilt hit his heart in a flash, and he realized he had been wrong about you being clingy. He basically stopped giving you any kind of attention and you wanting to see him was only a natural expectation from your side.
Deciding to start mending what he broke, the next time he sees you, he closes his eyes to get some much needed sleep.
He twisted and turned the entire night.
The following week he had a few meetings with the production team, which meant you were to be there. And you being there meant he could, maybe, start a conversation with you.
Hoseok even planned a conversation. He thought he would ask you to have lunch with him and then he would bring forth the argument of that day and you guys would talk things out. However, his plans fell flat on their faces as he couldn’t find you at your usual seat in the meeting room.
When he finally managed to get a glimpse of you - you were already preparing to exit the hall. Your eyes met his for a fraction of a second and you pretended like you didn’t even see him and exited the hall without sparing another glance his way.
It hurt.
It hurt Hoseok like a fucking wrecking ball.
For the next meetings, he didn’t even see your face for once.
He was determined to take proper measures and start a conversation with you.
His eyes were on you ever since the moment you entered the rehearsal hall, but he looked away each time you looked at him.
He was about to take his steps towards you just when the new guy walked in, taking your attention and his chance away in just a heartbeat. Still, he didn’t give up, he barged into the conversation you were having with the guy and tried his best to make you listen to him but you were hellbent on ignoring him.
Hoseok could not even concentrate on the choreography for the whole time, his eyes kept going back to you. His internals burned at how the guy was getting all cozy with you and how your attention was on him - only on him - as if you couldn’t see anyone else.
Your attention was his to have. You are his, only his. But he had to fuck things up a big time and now you won’t even look at him.
He had to do something - that is when the idea of a team dinner popped up in his head. He could corner you, apologize and take you to his home and spend the night together.
That seemed like such a good plan in his head but then… you walked out of the hall.
He ran behind you and caught you right before you were about to leave.
“I'm not staying for dinner, Hoseok. I have plans already. I need to be home as soon as possible. Thanks for asking though.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile. All of his hopes plunged right into the water. He frowned at your decision. You are so angry with him that you are even ready to skip a team dinner? Something you have never done before?
You bowed at him signaling that you were about to leave, but before you could, he held you back.
he pulled you towards him and you crushed against his chest again. His heart thumped inside his ribcage. How long has it been since he had gotten so close to you? Felt your skin against his?
The last time you tried, he behaved like a jerk and now you don’t seem to be too happy to have him close.
Hoseok’s desires clouded his vision. He held you even tighter, digging his fingernails on your waist. He didn’t even know when he started leaning down, aiming for your lips.
“What- what are you doing? Let me go. Someone might see us.” You kept trying to shake him off, but he wasn’t willing to let you go.
A smirk played on his lips, “give me a kiss. I'll let you go, I promise.”
Your eyes went wide. You looked at him as if a deer caught in headlights. If anything, the fire within him burned even brighter.
Just when his lips were about to touch yours, you moved your face away, avoiding his lips. His lips touched your cheek and his heart broke in his chest.
He can’t even kiss you now? Fuck! Is this how bad he made things between you two?
“Y/N…” his voice trembled. You don’t look at him. His grip loosened and you took the chance to free yourself.
“I gotta go.” you ran away from him.
In Hoseok's defense, you haven't been answering his calls and texts. So, there's nothing left to do but this.
This… standing outside your door wearing a flimsy surgical mask and a ball cap.
Anyone would take him for a thief or a murderer or worse a celebrity, which he technically is.
He rings the doorbell, praying to the god above for you to open and for your neighbours to stay asleep.
It's 1:25 at night, a dangerous hour. His name would make it to the morning news if he's unfortunate enough to be followed by a pap.
However, Hoseok doesn't care about any of those right now. He can't just let you go like this, he can't let you slip through the gaps of his fingers. He would do anything to revive the relationship - he would beg if you want him to.
But first, you need to open the door.
He rings the bell again and waits. A few moments later the door flings open with you on the other side.
You don't look shocked, you don't look sleepy either. If anything, you look furious.
“Have you lost your mind?” Grabbing him by the collar, you pull him in, “what the fuck do you think you are doing here? At this hour? Your manager is going crazy! Why didn't you let him know -”
He doesn't let you finish. He jumps on you, wraps his arms around your body and pulls you in for an embrace.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I treated you that day. I'm sorry for every word I said. I didn't mean any of it. Please… please don't do this to me. Please don't stay angry with me.” He mumbles on your shoulder, ears attentive to every single sound you make.
You sigh, “I'm… I'm not angry with you. Honestly, you didn't say anything wrong.” Placing your hands on his bicep, you push him away a little. He stands before you, tries to search for your eyes desperately. But you just won't look at him.
It kills him from within.
“You are you! J-hope! And who am I? Just no one. It's only expected that you would much prefer a company of your own league. Not someone as simple and ordinary like me. I- I don't know why I thought I could be someone you'd always be interested in. I just- I just don't know.” You laugh, it breaks his heart. “We should break up, Hoseok.”
Hoseok stills. There's no way you are saying this. There's no way you are trying to leave him.
“No. You can't be serious.” He scoffs.
“I am. I am serious about this. I have thought about us… and I- Hoseok what are you doing?”
It's not that his legs have given up, he kneels down on his own will.
He kneels before you, and looks up at you with tears raining down his cheeks.
“I can't. I can't do this without you. I know I fucked things up but I have been dying each time you pretend not to see me, each time you ignored me, didn't respond to my advances. I know it's my doing. I asked for space. I know! I know! Fuck! But I am dying, Y/N. I can't live without you. Please… Please don't break up with me. Please.” His entire body heaves with the force of sobs. He can't see anything anymore, tears have blurred his vision completely.
“Hoseok… Hoseok please stand up.” You hold his arms and hoist him up. Pulling him towards the couch, you sit him down. And then a glass of water is being pushed between his palms.
“Drink it.”
“Y/N-” he cries.
“I'm going nowhere. I'm here. Drink it please.” You rub circles on his back. He calms a little, drinks the water and then looks at you again.
“Please don't break up with me. Please give me a chance.”
Your eyes water as you finally look at him, “okay.” You nod.
He places the glass on the table, peels the cap and mask from his face and whispers slowly, “are you forgiving me?”
You smile through tears, “yeah.”
“Can I hug you now?”
“Yes.”
He closes the distance between you and his body and hugs you tightly. You hug him back.
Hoseok is finally back home.
Week 4
“Hoseok… please… not now” you whine. But your boyfriend is made of stubborn bones. He pushes himself more on you. His tongue drags a strip from your ear to your throat. He nibs on the delicate skin of your neck.
“Don't mark me! We're at work!” You warn, but he still places his teeth sharply, painting bruises right at a spot where anyone can see it.
“Hoseok-” he doesn't say a word, but shuts you off with his lips on yours. He kisses you hungrily. One of his hands sneaks through your t-shirt, pulls your bra-cup down and starts palming your breast. Another of his hands travels south, unbuttons your jeans and plunges inside your panty.
You moan his name.
“Yes, baby. You're mine. Never letting you go ever again.” he says in between the kiss.
You love how he has become the clingy one now. Three weeks of silent treatment and Hoseok can't let you out his eyesight.
Sometimes quarrels, distance, silence and space strengthen a relationship more than constant association can.
Sketch of Rumi and Jinu from K-Pop Demon Hunters. I based this on BTS’s J-Hope’s song, “killin’ it girl” choreography. It’s so sexy and dynamic! If you haven’t seen it, go look it up right now! 
