Helloo!! I stumbled on your blog and am obsessed with your writing!!! Love the way you describe and characterize the boys!
Saw that you're open for requests! My J-Hope Concert post-concert depression is so bad 😂😭.
Can I request some headcanons for our sunshine Hoseok?🥺 Maybe some day-in-the-life routine with a partner or boyfriend headcanons like you did for Yoongi and Namjoon? 🥺🥺
Haha basically any Hoseok headcanons that you may have! In spirit of his solo tour whoop!!
Thank youu ❤️💜❤️💜
💌 Reply:
aahh THANK YOU so much for your sweet words!! 💜 I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to this but I hope you made it through that post-concert depression somehow 😭 because same. I just saw the cinema livestream of the final show two days ago and whewww... yeah, it hit hard...
...now that the tour is basically over (except for the encore 👀 ) it felt like the right time to finally sit down and give this to you. I'm super grateful you sent this in and I really hope it's what you imagined, tho it's not as long or detailed as I would’ve liked… (sorry) I’m insanely busy right now (family is exhausting) and the Wi-Fi at our vacation house is actual garbage lol. I’m honestly just glad I managed to upload this at all 😭
feel free to reach out if you want or need any changes... thanks again 💜
– c –🍪
JUNG HOSEOK (J-HOPE) DAILY ROUTINE HEADCANONS X PARTNER
Pairings: j-hope x (f)reader
Rating: G (general)
Genre: fluff / romance / slice-of-life
Warnings: none
MORNING
“WHAT’S UP, MY BEAUTIFUL WORLD?!”
Wake-Up Time (8:00 AM)
wakes up as if he’s already won a gold medal
alarm blaring “Chicken Noodle Soup” on repeat
flips over with a grin so bright it could power Seoul’s skyline
stretching his arms like a sunflower greeting the sun
first words (before he even opens his eyes):
“Baby, did you sleep as well as me? ’Cause I dreamed of us dancing.”
you’re still snoozing?
he sneaks over to plant a cheeky butterfly kiss on your forehead
dashes to the bathroom humming
Sun Salutation & Stretch (8:05 AM)
pads into the living room for a quick yoga flow
= downward dog → warrior II
and his signature “Hobi Hop” shimmy
you might find him mid-pose
= eyes closed, head bobbing to some unreleased BTS demo playing on low volume
if you join, he high-fives you at the end
crowning you “Yoga Royalty” of the day
Coffee & Breakfast (8:30 AM)
coffee ritual involves a French press
+ frothy oat milk, exactly three pumps of caramel syrup
brings you a matching mug with a smiley face he doodled on a Post-it
“Fuel for the best part of my day.”
breakfast is bright and colorful
he’ll whip up avocado toast topped with scrambled eggs sprinkled in rainbow pepper
blends a strawberry-banana smoothie you can sip together
if you ask for something fancier, he’ll attempt pancakes
dancing around the stove while flipping
expect one or two to land on the floor
he shrugs it off
“Artistic presentation, right?”
DAYTIME
“I GOT DANCE PRACTICE AT 10, BUT I’D TRADE IT FOR A DATE WITH YOU.”
Dance Studio Hours (10:00 AM – 2:00 PM)
his studio is a glass box filled with mirrors, scattered water bottles, and a sonic-boom-level speaker
always blasting the latest hip-hop tracks
texts you mid-choreo
“Lunch break. I need carbs and cuddles. Preferably in that order.”
twirls out of a turn when you arrive
breathless but beaming
drapes his sweat towel around your neck
“Because you deserve a keepsake of my hard work.”
shows you a new choreography
= fast-paced and crisp
has a surprise “love-you” heart shape at the end
he winks
“For you, princess.”
Lunch & Laughter (12:00 PM)
insists on ordering from that rooftop café you both love
= the one with ocean-view bento boxes
teases as you unpack
“Did you pack a fortune cookie? I need answers to life’s mysteries.”
he’s a chatterbox
“Remember that time ARMY mistook me for a ghost?!”
you burst into giggles mid-bite
devours his meal
leaves room to feed you a bite as “quality-control”
stamps you with a peanut-butter kiss on the cheek before you go
drags you for coffee (iced caramel latte, extra whipped cream)
sidewalk café
turns into your personal hype man
will do a mini freestyle rap about how cute you look today
composes a quick “hugbo” (hug + boogie) to your surprise
a street musician plays nearby?
he shimmies over
grabs your hand, and pulls you into a spontaneous two-step
“You’re my dance partner for life, right?”
EVENINGS
“DIVE INTO THE HOBI ZONE: LOUD, BOLD, AND UNFILTERED”
Home-Cooked Dinner (7:00 PM)
his cook mode is serious but fun
he’ll try a new recipe every few days
= from kimchi pizza to rainbow sushi rolls
sometimes it’s “Hobi’s Healthy Bibimbap”
= multicolored veggies, bulgogi marinated to perfection, fried egg that’s just a tad runny
lets you sprinkle the gochujang
“Moderate heat? Or should I call the fire department?”
he grabs your hand while you taste
“Your opinion is the Michelin star of my heart.” (unsure tho, cause I feel like Jin would say that as well )
Game Night & Goofiness (8:00 PM)
challenges you to Mario Kart (after dinner)
it's with a twist
= every lap you win, he does an impromptu victory dance
laughs so loud his voice echoes through the living room when he finally wins by 0.1 seconds
“I am the racing king of the Hobi Republic!”
posts a boomerang of your intense face as you concentrate
captioning it “Love competitor 🎮💜”
Chill Time (9:30 PM)
collapses on the couch
head in your lap
you scroll through Weverse together
he reads fan comments aloud in exaggerated accents (like yk how he mocks ARMY sometimes)
a clip of him dancing goes viral?
he smirks
“That’s my move... memes are just free promotion.”
he reaches for your hand
eyes heavy
“Promise me you’ll always… always keep dancing with me, even when I’m old.”
you lay a gentle kiss on his forehead?
he mumbles
“You’re my forever playlist.”
NIGHTTIME
“TIME TO GLOW UP AND POWER DOWN”
Skincare & Self-Care (10:30 PM)
his 12-step skincare routine rivals a spa day
uses a cleansing oil, foaming wash, vitamin C serum
+ sheet mask with Hope World (you gifted him)
insists you follow along
“Mask up... matching Hobi and [y/n] edition.”
you tease him about having more bottles than the bathroom can hold
he flicks a swatch of moisturizer at you
“Better hue than your face, aren’t I?”
ends with lip balm
“Kiss me goodnight. I need to test the flavor.”
Bedtime (11:30 PM)
hogs both blankets
snuggled up like a warm, buzzy battery
loops your arm through his
pulls you close, half-asleep before lights go out
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever choreographed.”
you catch his gentle smile as he drifts off
he's humming a soft melody you taught him on your first date
mumbles in his sleep
“I love you… more than all my sneakers combined.”
LOVE LANGUAGE
“IF I HAD TO SAY IT, I’D WRITE A SONG INSTEAD.”
Words of Affirmation
can’t resist a good compliment
he hides sticky notes around your apartment
“Your smile slays my hip-hop heart”
“You’re brighter than my highlighter.”
you’re stressed?
he texts
“You’ve got this. And if you don’t, I’ll rap you through it.”
drunk confessions (rare but magical)
“My life’s beat drops harder because you exist.”
Acts of Service
knows your coffee order by heart
before you’re even up, he’s at the café window
“One love potion for my muse.”
your laptop’s on the fritz?
he’s already opened a ticket with his gaming PC tech friend
“Priority: Keep my queen online.”
surprises you with embroidered hoodies
“Hobi + [your initials]” for chilly mornings
Physical Touch
build-in hugs
wraps you in a “J-Hope bear hug” whenever you enter a room
“I need my oxygen supply”
tease you a little
random dance lifts in the living room
spinning you like partners in a dream
public exceptions at fansigns
will slip his pinky into yours under the table
“This is for us, my secret handshake.”
Gifts
curates playlists
= “Late Night Vibes by Hobi”
leaves them on random USB drives with “PLAY ME” scrawled in neon
limited-edition sneakers appear on your doorstep with a note
“Train with me, dance date when you break them in.”
a single sunflower left on your pillow
“I saw this and smiled, then thought of you.”
Quality Time
takes you on “Hobi tours” around the city
first stop, your favorite ice cream stand
second stop, a hidden mural perfect for boomerangs
final stop, a rooftop serenade
on lazy Sundays, you’re side by side
he’s editing new tracks while you read
quiet is electric
“Play blindfolded taste-test.”
midnight jamming sessions
you hum a tune?
he builds a beat on the spot
you both laugh at how ridiculous it sounds
SECRETLY SOFT MOMENTS
“CAN’T BELIEVE YOU CAUGHT MY SOGGY SIDE.”
Fallen Asleep in the Middle of a Dance
he conks out on the studio floor after 12 hours of choreography
your concern turns to amusement when he snores to the bassline
you drape a light blanket over him?
he jolts awake
he’s mortified
“I’m so… so sorry, did I snore?!”
you plant a quick kiss on his temple
“Sleep well, best boy.”
he melts
“You’re my safety net.”
Post-Show Adrenaline Crash
he’s buzzing with energy (after solo stage?)
hands shaking, voice trembling from exhilaration
when you meet backstage, he picks you up like a child
spins you around
“Did you see me? Did you hear me? That was for you!”
drops to the bed face-first
you find him half-asleep
clutching your backstage lanyard with your photo on it
you stroke his hair?
he wakes, eyes glossy
“I’m… I’m lucky you stayed.”
EMBARRASSINGLY EARNEST DANCE
“WARNING: CUTENESS OVERLOAD.”
insists he’s “the world’s worst dancer” when out clubbing
the second “That That” drops, he breaks out a 360 spin and moonwalk combo that floors you
breaks into a slow-motion tango while stirring soup in the kitchen
“Cooking requires rhythm, babe.”
you record him
he begs you to delete it
later finds it as your screensaver
slow-dances with you post_Gramym in the hallway of the hotel
humming off-key
“We’re celebrating… my shiny trophy and my shiny love.”
“I NOTICED…” MOMENTS
“DETAILS ARE MY LOVE LETTERS.”
you mention craving mango smoothies at 2 AM
next morning, he shows up with a cooler bag full of them
“Sold out everywhere. Finally found a vendor who’s allergic to me.”
rainy day, he notices you shiver waiting at a bus stop
he sprints past you on his morning jog
tears off his hoodie
drapes it around you
“Free of charge, sunshine heater.”
you talk about your grandmother’s favorite poem?
two days later, he leaves a printed copy on your desk
“Page 3, didn’t want to spoil the ending.”
UNEXPECTED PUBLIC DISPLAY
“PDA? ONLY IF YOU BRING THE SUNSHINE!”
your arm brushes his on stage
he doesn’t let go
squeezes gently
whispers
“You’re my constant.”
ARMY goes wild dissecting the clip
“Why is J-Hope holding…?”
he laughs
“Protective mode: ON.”
stops mid-shop to scoop you into a spin at he mall
dips you
everyone stares
he grins
“Sorry, I’m allergic to standing still.”
he’s posed with other idols during award session
he tilts your chin up with one finger when cameras flash
so your faces are side-by-side
“We’re winning together.”
HOW HE LOVES
Playful Teasing
elbows you whenever you’re “too serious”
lets you smack him back with a pillow
“Game on, J-Hope style.”
Grand Gestures
you mention wanting to learn drums?
he secretly arranges a private lesson
“Free beats for my heartbeat.”
Raw Vulnerability
late at night
after you both are half-asleep
squeezes your hand
“I’m scared… of not being enough. But you make me feel infinite.”
(BONUS) HIGHLIGHT REEL — “THINGS HE SAYS”
“Did someone say breakfast in bed? Because I AM breakfast, baby.”
“I need a thousand hugs. Actually, one giant hug. Can you be my blanket?”
“Your laughter is my favorite genre of music.”
“Why choose coffee when my love can wake you up?”
“Promise me you’ll never quit dancing… especially on my heart.”
Description: You and Hobi have been friends for years, but during a horror movie at the theater, you can't help but notice that he is acting very strange, almost nervous in front of you all of the sudden. A rainy night soon turns into the night of your dreams.
You can't tear your eyes away from the screen. The killer is just around the corner and the innocent girl is walking right towards him. "Hobi omg I can't look." You turn your head into his shoulder and he laughs. "Y/N don't be such a wimp! This is super predictable." You can feel him look at you so you lift your head, but before you can see his eyes he turns back to the screen smiling.
Something is off tonight. Of course you can tell. Hobi has been your best friend ever since you were kids. You can read him like a book. He's acting...nervous around you? This is very unusual. You shake it off and continue to watch the movie, wincing at the jump scares, hoping Hobi doesn't notice.
When the movie ends, Hobi looks at you. "Eh, I'd give it a 2 out of 5. Wasn't the best. What did you think Y/N?" You shake your head. "Nope, never again. I can't believe you brought me to this movie." He laughs. "I didn't know you would be so jumpy. I'm sorry Y/N please forgive me." You shake your head and stand up. "Oh no, this is unforgivable Hobi I'm sorry." You start to walk down the stairs of the theater and out the door. It doesn't take long for Hobi to follow you. "Awe come on, you can't be mad at me Y/N." He grabs the loop of your mini backpack and you stop and turn around to him.
He's making a pouty face. "Oh stop that! You're pathetic come on Hobi, let's go home." After all these years and that face still gets you. He's always had an effect on you.
You walk out of the theater and are met with heavy rain and thunder. "Awe Hobi I didn't bring an umbrella." You frown and look up at him. He smirks. "I guess we have to make a run for it." He starts running towards the car. "Oh my God, wait up! You're crazy!" You start running after him smiling from ear to ear. It's always been this way with Hobi. He was the light of your life. There is nothing you couldn't do with him by your side. He was your other half.
He made life...fun.
You catch up to him and he reaches his hand out behind him and you grab it. He turns back and smiles at you. Yeah, life wouldn't be fun without him. He was your ray of sunshine.
You finally reach the car and he opens your door for you. You bow your head. "Why thank you, you're such a gentleman." "Anything for you, pretty lady." He smiles. Your stomach fills with butterflies. He gets in the car and you look at each other and immediately burst into laughter. You're both completely soaked.
"And that is bad idea number two of the day. What's next, are you going to say we should go skydiving?" You laugh. "Actually..." You glare at him. "Ahh! I'm joking, don't kill me." You smirk and look out the window.
You catch him looking at you in the reflection and you turn back to look at him. He doesn't look away, but just gives you a small smile. "What?" You say getting a little flustered. "Nothing, you're just really pretty Y/N. That's all."
You blush. It's not unusual for you to compliment each other, but the way he was looking at you made you really nervous. For some reason, this whole thing seemed a little intimate. He doesn't stop looking at you and you can feel your face getting redder by the second. "You're really cute when you're flustered yanno." You look down. "Hobi, you better stop it." He laughs and seconds later uses his index finger to bring your chin up so that you're looking at him again.
"I'm not sure if this is a bad idea or not, but maybe I might be going three for three." Before you can say anything, he leans in and places a soft, subtle kiss on your lips. Your entire body fills with sparks before you can even process what just happened. He pulls away and looks at you. His eyes searching yours for some kind of reaction, but without thinking you lean back into him. This time the kiss is more powerful.
This kiss holds all of the tension that you've had between eachother all your life. All of those feelings that have never been spoken; scared that it would ruin your friendship. As the rain pitter patters on the car windows, Hobi's lips are moving against yours slowly, but with more passion that you've ever felt in a kiss before.
The radio is playing softly and you drown into Hobi. Not giving a care in the world if this was a bad idea or not. All of those years, wondering what his lips tasted like and felt like on yours. And everything is better than you could ever imagine.
What feels like only a few minutes pass and you pull away from each other. Neither of you say a word. It's almost like you don't have to. It's all finally clicked into place.
Hobi and you fit like a puzzle piece.
"Y/N..." he looks at your lips and back to your eyes. "I know." you say and smile.
"All these years, I've wanted to do that. You have no idea how much you mean to me." He grabs your hands. "Don't tell me that just ruined our friendship or anything. I don't want to lose you because of a stupid mistake." He looks at you with pleading in his eyes.
You smile. "Hobi you're so stupid." You laugh and lean back into him for another kiss. You can't get enough of him. You finally understand everything. How it was meant to be. This.
This was how it was meant to be. You feel him smile into your kiss and all you want is for this moment to never end. He pulls away. "Hold on." He gets out of the car. You look around stunned. What is he doing? It's still raining outside.
He comes around to your side of the car and opens your door. He pulls you out of your seat and lifts you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist and giggle. "Hoseok! It's pouring out here!" He smiles and puts his lips on yours again. Kissing you in the rain. How ironic. You grew up watching romance films with your mom and always wanted to have that cliche kiss in the rain, and of course Hobi knew that.
He pulls away and looks at you. "I'm so in love with you Y/N. Always have been. We fit together. Ever since we were kids I knew you were the one." You wrap your arms around his neck. "I know Hobi. I'm in love with you. I was so scared to say anything because the last thing I want to do is lose you." He sets you down to where you're now looking up at him. He cups your face in his palms. "There is nothing you could do that would make me want to leave. Be mine, Y/N. Please." You smile.
"Hobi nothing would make me happier." you smile and he rubs his thumb across your cheek. "And you are now officially three for three because you left the car door open and now the seats all wet." You point to the car and laugh. "Shit!" He runs and shuts the door and laughs. "I think we should go home, and maybe redo this movie night at my house, but we definitely need to shower first." He opens the car door again for you and you give him a peck on the lips before you sit down.
He shuts the car door. Hobi and you have been best friends for years, but you can't help but feel like this is the beginning of something new. As he pulls out of the parking lot and reaches for your hand, you realize that you have never smiled so much in your life.
