warnings: ballet dancer f!oc, self-esteem issues, f!oc talks badly about herself quite a lot, hoseok is supportive af, wingman jimin mentioned, fluff, romance, dance class setting
rating: 🩷
There's sweat in your eyes. It's about three thousand degrees, and there is sweat in your eyes.
You wipe it away with your sleeve, groaning. You feel disgusting, your hair stuck to your forehead, skin sticky.
“Come on, one more time, everyone!”
You scream internally, plastering on the biggest fake smile you can muster as you spin, finding your way back to your spot in the studio. Not that you really have a spot. You’ve never taken this class before.
“Let's go!”
You look up at the source of this enthusiastic shout, hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath as you wait for the music to start.
The guy is literally bouncing from foot to foot, barely a drop of sweat on his body. His dark hair is pushed back with a bandana, his muscular arms displayed by his tight-fit tank top. He is also annoyingly good at dancing.
You, however, are disastrously bad. Not at dance in general, just hip-hop, so it seems.
The music restarts, and you drag yourself into position, praying that you will get through the routine without messing up again.
You're humbled only ten seconds in, when you miss a step, fumble, and fall on your face. It all happens in the blink of an eye, but its enough time for you to flush bright red, and dash for the door before anyone can stop you.
The music slams to a halt just as you make it to the corridor, your heart hammering in your chest more out of pure embarrassment than physical exertion.
Belatedly, you realise you left your bag behind, but you can't face going back to get it. You'll have to wait until the class has finished.
Defeated, and more than a little humiliated, you hurry down the corridor and into the stairwell, sliding to the ground with a groan.
Why did you feel the need to sign up for a hip-hop class? You're a ballet dancer. Always had been. Or close enough. Since the age of two, you had been dressed in pink satin, hair scraped back into an aggressive bun, pointing your toes until they cramped. Hip-hop was not your comfort zone.
It was all Jimin's fault, as most things tended to be. Your handsome and adorable roommate and dance partner. Ever since your first pas de deux, you have found yourself constantly in some sort of trouble. Jimin is your best friend, but he is also a bit of a menace.
“Are you okay?”
Your head snaps up. Immediately snapped out of your distracted state, you squint at the man hovering above you. Bleach blonde hair, flawless skin, the most enormous t-shirt you have ever seen in your life.
He squats in front of you, leaning down until you're eye to eye. “Are you dizzy?”
Fabulous. “I'm fine,” you scramble to your feet. Your cheeks turn an even darker shade of red, a new wave of embarrassment flooding you. How sweaty and gross do you have to be to have a stranger asking if you feel faint? “Sorry for bothering you.”
“You're not bothering me,” the guy shrugs. “You sure you're okay though? You look a little shaken up.”
You fight the urge to slide back down onto the floor, wishing it would open up and swallow you whole. “I'm fine, just had a rough class.”
The guy chuckles, slipping past you to the door. He holds it open, waiting for you to step though. “I've been there.”
Without thinking, you duck under his arm and stand awkwardly in the corridor. “Trust me, this was the worst class ever.”
“How so?”
You pause, studying his face. He hasn't shown any signs of judging you, despite the state you're currently in. He stopped to help you, assuming you were hurt. Maybe he was nice enough not to laugh at your failure.
“Well I messed up every single run through, and then I fell on my face in front of the entire class.”
The guy bites his lip. “We've all been there.”
“You can laugh,” you sigh, turning away. “I ran away. My bag is still in there.”
You only manage a few steps before a warm hand finds your shoulder, pulling lightly to turn you around.
“You ran away?”
“Well yeah,” you scoff. Didn't he hear the story? “Fell flat on my face.”
The guy sighs, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder. “Ballet?”
You blink at him. “Huh?”
“Fifth position, right?” he gestures at your feet.
You clear your throat, face so red it's threatening to turn purple. “Fourth, actually.”
“Jimin would kill me for getting that wrong,” the guy rolls his eyes. “Why were you in hip-hop?”
“You know Jimin?” you groan, but shrug when all you get is an eyebrow raise. “Actually, it was his suggestion.”
The guy shakes his head. “Come on.”
You don't move, rooted to the spot as he marches off ahead, clearly expecting you to follow. “What do you mean? ‘Come on’ where?”
“My studio, Ballet Girl,” he winks, looking back at you over his shoulder. “Class starts in five minutes.”
◇
“You're a teacher?”
“No,” he pulls a set of keys from his pocket and unlocks the door to the last studio on this floor. There are exactly two keys, and approximately ten keyrings. The largest is a plush squirrel, but there's also a tiny rubix cube, an enamel heart and a snow globe among the others. “I'm a student.”
You watch him suspiciously as he dumps his backpack by the door, grabbing a remote from the windowsill and turning on the speakers. “A student who has his own studio?”
“What can I say,” he throws his hands up in surrender. “I'm just that good.”
You roll your eyes, edging back towards the door. “Maybe I should leave you to rehearse then?”
“How do you know Jimin?”
You sigh. “How do you know him?”
“Mutual friend. Met him through my roommate, Jungkook.”
You watch as he switches his outside trainers for a clean pair he kept in his backpack. “Jimin's my roommate,” you shrink at the way the guy looks at you. “And my dance partner.”
He tilts his head, as if suddenly seeing you from a different angle. “Huh, that makes sense.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“So,” he claps his hands. “My name's Hoseok.”
You open your mouth, close it again.
“You're ____,” he continues, clicking buttons on the remote until music starts blaring through the speakers. “Let's warm up.”
◇
You are sweating in places you didn't even know could produce sweat.
“I'm done,” you drop your arm over your eyes, embracing the cool floor against your skin. “No more.”
Hoseok nudges your ankle with his foot. “You're not done until I say so, up you get.”
You moan, rolling onto your side and scrabbling until you're on your feet again. “This is torture, you know that right?”
“Sue me,” he smirks, restarting the music. “From the top.”
You have no idea how long you have been in this studio. Dancing, sweating, failing.
“I can't,” you are practically sobbing, disappointment and frustration taking over as you mess up the second step. “I can't do it.”
You're not used to this feeling. Sure you sucked at ballet when you first started. But you were two years old. You had been more interested in the sparkly hairband you were wearing than learning technique.
This is different. This is a new style, a whole new genre of movement. This was you, as an adult, trying and failing.
“I just can't, it's not me,” you growl, more angry with yourself than Hoseok. He was only trying to help, after all.
“What's not you?” he sips from his waterbottle, ankles crossed as he leans against the floor to ceiling mirror.
“Hip-hop,” you clarify. “It's just not me.”
Hoseok studies you for a moment. “Says who?”
“My body,” you wave him off dismissively. “Your face.”
He pushes off the mirror, two large strides before he's right in front of you. “My face said nothing of the sort.”
You roll your eyes. “Your brain then,” you argue. “I can admit when I suck at something. I might not like it, but I can admit it.”
“You don't suck,” Hoseok crosses his arms. “You don't know. You've been doing this for a few hours.”
You pull your hair out of the messy bun it has been in all day. “It's fine, I don't need to be good at hip-hop.”
Hoseok watches as you pick up your discarded sweatshirt, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand.
“Thank you, for the tuition. I can tell you're incredibly talented and I appreciate you trying to help me.”
You make it to the top of the stairs before he catches you, hand around your wrist this time.
When he notices you watching him, his hand drops in embarrassment. “Please don't give up.”
You sigh, tucking your hair behind your ear as you turn to face him. “Why does it matter?”
“What?” Hoseok looks genuinely confused by your question.
“If I give up on hip-hop, why does it matter? I'm here for ballet.”
Hoseok frowns. “Because you're only giving up because you think you're bad at it. I can see you enjoy it, when you let yourself. There's moments where you let go and your whole face changes. It's only when you think you've messed up that you don't enjoy it.”
You stare up at him. Your roommate’s friend, with his big brown eyes and his worried pout. “If I leave, you'll never see me again and it won't matter anymore. I'm a ballet student. I don't need to be good at hip-hop.”
Something flickers in Hoseok's eyes. Hurt? Disappointment? You don't know him well enough to know. “Then why did you come in the first place?”
“Jimin signed me up,” you shrug. “Said there was something I needed to see.”
When Jimin had forwarded you the class invite, you had assumed he was telling you that you needed to try a new dance style for educational reasons. He was multi-talented. Good at any dance style he tried.
Hoseok nods, looks at his feet. When he looks back at you, the pout has been replaced by a shy smile. “Let's go get coffee.”
“Sorry, what?”
“Coffee,” Hoseok skips down the stairs as if he hasn't just spent the last few hours dancing non-stop in his studio. “I think you could use some caffeine.”
◇
The cafe is blissfully quiet. It's later than you would usually stay on campus, and most of the students have gone back to their accommodation already.
“Iced Americano, please,” Hoseok grins at the server, turning to you expectantly.
“I can get my own coffee,” you protest, waving him forward. When he glares at you like you just cursed his entire lineage, you mumble that you'll have the same as him.
“Let me be a gentleman, will you?”
You lean against the counter. “Are we still in the twenty-first century?”
“Last I checked,” Hoseok taps his phone on the card reader, grabbing the coffees and leading you to a booth in the far corner. “Doesn't mean I can't be polite. I invited you for coffee, that means I'm buying.”
“This isn't a date,” you slide into the seat opposite his, taking the coffee he offers and sipping gratefully. He was right, you really needed some caffeine.
Hoseok shrugs. “Doesn't mean I can't be polite.”
You decide not to push further. You have a feeling you aren't going to win.
“I guess Jimin was right,” you stir your drink with the straw.
“What do you mean?” Hoseok leans back in his chair, legs crossed at the knee. “About hip-hop?”
You nod. “I did learn a lot from trying a new dance style. It was difficult, and the movements were so completely different to what I'm used to. It was frustrating, and I don't like being bad at things. Jimin knows that as well as anybody, so I guess that was part of it too.”
You look up from stirring your coffee to see Hoseok watching with a lopsided smile. “Jimin knows a lot, huh?”
“Yeah, he's known me for a long-” you squint at Hoseok as he starts to giggle. “What? What's so funny?”
Hoseok shakes his head. “Okay, if I tell you something, do you promise not to throw your coffee at me and storm off?”
You eye him suspiciously. “Why would I do that?”
“I don't know, you just seem like the dramatic type.”
You scoff. “I'll pretend not to be offended by that. What do you want to tell me?”
Hoseok rubs the back of his neck, his own cheeks heating to rival yours. “Jimin and I get lunch a couple times a week.”
“Okay?” you sip your coffee. That was a lot less exciting than he was making it out to be.
“Well, when we meet outside the ballet studios, you're usually there.” Hoseok explains, looking at you expectantly.
“Obviously,” you lean back in your seat, confused.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, fiddling with the lid on his coffee cup. “I may have mentioned a couple of times that I thought you were pretty.”
Your hands fall from the straw at the change in Hoseok's tone. The cocky smirk was gone, too. “Oh.”
“I think Jimin had multiple reasons for telling you to try hip-hop,” Hoseok mumbles, still fiddling with his cup. “I had no idea you were his roommate. He never told me that.”
You can't seem to force your brain to come up with a good response. As stupid as it sounds, the one part of this that you're stuck on is that Hoseok can possibly find you pretty when you're fresh out of class and dripping sweat.
“I'm sorry if I've made you uncomfortable,” Hoseok mumbles, eyes squeezed shut. “If you want to leave, I won't tell Jimin we met today.”
The corner of your mouth turns up. “Maybe you were right, before.”
“Huh?” Hoseok looks up at you, dark eyes wide and sparkly under the cafe's bright lights.
“Maybe I was giving up too quickly,” you smile, tying your hair back up into its messy bun. “Maybe there was something I needed to see.”
Hoseok grins, leaning forward as he pulls his studio keys from his pocket and dangles them between you. “Ready for lesson two?”
do not repost, translate or use my work without my permission or consent. all work is my own and created without the use of ai in any form. I do not claim to be affiliated with bts, these stories are fiction, entirely for entertainment ~ banners by @/dividers-are-us
she was not the model, hoseok was.
she was a mere lens, following him on a camera-cart.
why was hoseok so envious of the behind-the-scenes montages that starred her for ten seconds?
hoseok’s one profound desire in life was to arrest her in a photo-frame of his own:
have her be on the cover of a magazine that only he could skim through.
hoseok was too jealous to have her photos be in public circulation;
she could be a starlet, but only in his bedroom.
of course, afterhours, it was no one’s business what the model did to the photographer.
author's note: drabble's supposed to be 100 words, though when i have more ideas, i might turn this into a full-fledged one-shot.
masterlist
hyung line yandere drabbles: yoongi | seokjin | namjoon (m)
Disclaimer
This is a work of fanfiction with fictional characters. This fanfiction has been written solely for entertainment. This has no relation to real life.
This is a work of fiction with all fictional characters.
summary: when two worlds collide. Opposite who want the other things. When they finally discover eachother they just want to unravel more.
Warning: bad words, mentions of cuts, mentions of glass shards, a little smut just a sprinkle!, heavy making out, cheating, bed squeaks, rushed dramatic backstories lol, uhhhh I think that's it but if there's more inform me through dm 😙
Her skin represents dripping golden honey and her round lips tinted a rose pink. She prances around the small colorful coffee shop in her white long sleeved dress and her golden locks bouncing up and down. "Bye Jimin" she kissed her beloved cheeks before she left.
Areum Bailey
A young adult trying to navigate her life in nyc. She lives by herself... well, with her cat, Mindy. She's been working at this Cafe ever since her auntie passed away taking the lead manager role. It was nice on some days. When the days were rainy and the crowd was calm and collective but on days like these, mid summer days, the cafe was bustling with people of all sorts. Buisness leads trying to rush the baristas, old ladies holding the lines up, and your typical Karens not getting what they want.
But there was one person that the cafe was well known too. A regular you could say.
Jung Hoseok
Everytime he walked in his presence was known. He towered over everyone and his style was too specific. Hard but casual. Just a plain black turtle neck that showed off his wonderful broad shoulders and black cargo pants and not to mention a peek of his tattoo. He walked up to the counter looking down at Areum.
They don't know eachother formally but they do have mutual friends
"Mister Jung." Areum smiled "what will you be having today?"
Hoseok answered almost automatically "the usual. Plain. black. coffee." He emphasized and set more than enough cash down revealing his sleeve and into her eyes. This always happens. He likes to keep eye contact even when it feels unnatural
"Keep the tip. Nice pearls." He stares at her neck for a second then leaves.
"Uh.. thank you." That was as awkward as ever.. she thought to herself.
He was the epitome of nonchalant, getting a genuine reaction out of him seemed impossible. Areum distributed the cash properly. She always wondered about him. "Plain black!" She shouted to the baristas. It was his usual.
He never liked anything frilly or new. He always stuck with what he knew the best. Areum notes that he always came into her shop with nothing but some cash. He always stands up and waits for his coffee. It was like he was in a rush but he wasn't... something in the way he speaks or the way he looks is odd.. like he was hiding something.
"For Jung Hoseok!" She hands the coffee to him and he gently bows taking the coffee from her hands. "Thank you"
With that he walks away, making Areum even more curious about his life but no, she cannot fawn over customers that's improper work behavior. One of her colleagues, Frey often spoke about him in a conversation they were having at the time. "I went to college with him... he's very handsome and was a great student but 3rd year he got kicked out for some reason..." She turns towards Areum "he commits to this coffee shop more than he ever did in school. I think he likes you."
Areum laughed a bit as she prepared to close down "Frey, first of all i have a boyfriend and i am not trying to be that girl. he literally comes in, orders like any other paying customer, then walks out. He doesn't like me and quite frankly I hope he doesnt." She scoffed.
Frey sighed, her colleague was also her good friend. She was a fashion student "come on Areum. He comes in, orders a plain black coffee that his ass could just make from home, them leaves to where ever the f he goes!" She laughed. "I'm pretty sure he's coming for a bootycall at this point."
"I'm good with my cats and my current boyfriend thank you." Areum rolled her eyes. "And I'm not gonna get with some college drop out."
"Eieie, you're so harsh. He was a good student but I forgot that you live by whatever the hell your parents say. Arent they the one who set him up with you 'i can only see him once a week' boyfriend. Damn, do they even set up your bootycalls?"
"Can we stop talking about bootycalls in this warm kid friendly environment?" She ran her hand through her hair with a slight chuckle. "And no, I make my own decisions. Jimin and i... are very happy. He's very busy. Hes always on work trips and such" She mumbles the last part. A tiny part in her heart doubts that's true but Areum she has hope in this man... he's the best thing that's ever happened to her... right?
"Sure, whatever you say elmo." Frey ruffled Areums hair. She got her bag and prepared to leave "I'm just saying that you never know. Hoseok might just be right up your alley. Literally. I don't know much about him but the sexual tension is rising oooo, its getting hot!" She teased as she opened the door. Areum threw a empty bottle at her as she laughed and went along with her day.
The day went on and it was finally time for her to clock out and go home. Maybe catch up on some netflix. She drove home and unlocks the door to her own one story house. She was a stable women, with a stable check. Everything her parents ever wanted her to be. She had a good life and good friends but deep down inside she wanted to be living a different life.
She lied down on the couch and grabbed the remote, turning on dancing with the stars. When the show turned on she tossed the remote down and went to the bathroom.
She wanted to be one of them. One of the well known celebrities. She wanted her life to be fabricated. All the glitz and glam she really took care of herself to give that illusion.
Taking a makeup wipe she clears her face.
Even though she had everything she wanted... she wanted more. Like a girl that could never get satisfied. She needed something exciting in her life.. new... interesting. Something to keep her entertained
. "I went to college with him... he's very handsome and was a great student but 3rd year he got kicked out for some reason..."
The words echoed in her ear as she grabbed her face wash and squirted some on her hands. "Jung Hoseok..." She mumbles. Her mind stays on him.. what was he really like.
Jung hoseok..
She opened her computer screen and looked his name up. She couldn't help herself. She found a instagram page of him wearing a suit. It was set to private but the bio said "Secretary of Myrion Corporations"
Curse her lack to respect other people's privacy. Maybe Frey was right.
She looked up the company and apparently it was linked with her father's. A mining company. "What..." She didn't even know her dad had a partner until now. Not that she ever paid attention to her dad's buisness. She looked up the partnered ceo's name which apparently he had the same last name as Hoseok. "Yunho Jung..."
She quickly opened instagram up again and saw that his page wasn't private. "Partnered owner of Myrion Company..." She scrolled down and "bingo." She found a photo of Hoseok. He had a faint smile on his face as he shook hands with some important buisness people the caption said "glad my son is following in my footsteps." All his tattoos were covered
BANG BANG BANG
she hears amd quickly exits all of the tabs. "Who- who is it?" She stutters as she puts her computer away.
"It's your favorite! I came with pizza!" His voice booms. She could recognize his booming voice from miles away. The king of destruction. She opens the door "did you also come with the money you owed me for literally smashing my wall in?" She jested with a fake smile
"I was hoping the pizza would cover for that" he invited himself in. "What chu watching? Bad chics of Beverly Hills?"
She chuckled and helped Namjoon with the pizza. A genuine friend she cant deny. Shes known him since high school. "no, Dancing with the Stars. "
"Boring "
"I can't watch Beverly hills anymore because it rubs off on me! Last week when the mail man came I literally spilled all my junior high drama to him" she pulled a slice of pizza "then I got mad at him for not agreeing with me and then I apologized to him because I-"
"Damn fighting with the mail man, whatta new low for you." He sung. Areum scoffs and throws a pillow at him as he laughed. "Frey told me about your new crush. "
Areum sinks in the couch, pretending not to hear him. Of course she did... "I always loved pineapple on my pizza"
"Don't get with him. He's bad news" Namjoon sighed and took a huge bite. Areum bites her lip trying to hold back her curiosity but his comment made it even more difficult. "What do you mean..."
"Drugs, cheating, stealing, whatever you can think of this man has probably done it"
"Whaat?" She turns to him "no way! He can't be associated with any of those things. He's working under-" oops, her tongue slipped.
"Don't even act surprised that you can't hold a secret either. I know you looked him up. There were rumors going on about him. Him and I went to the same college. He got kicked out cause he was dealing drugs." He licks his fingers "and besides every day of the week he's with every other girl you could possibly imagine. Probably pulled Kim K once HA! You don't want him."
"Yeah i dont... I was just curious.. but aren't those just rumors? I saw his Instagram page and it looked professional"
"That was a font baby" he chuckled "you're better off with your part time boyfriend. Hand me the remote I wanna watch the last of us!"
"Here." She ponders on what he has said and looked at the time. Her eyes widened as she read '1:01' she had work the next morning and so did Namjoon. "Namjoon why are you even here!"
"Rents due."
-
The next morning was nice. It was the onset of fall and fall break for most young kids. So the cafe wasn't that busy. She set the mood of the cafe putting some lofi music on and welcomed her employees. The day was nice. Nobody called out and everything seemed to be unproblematic until her usual customer stumbled in.
This time besides his cargo pants he was in something more professional. A white button down that revealed a tiny part of his toned chest and grey slacks. Probably because of his new promotion. Everyone fawned over him today. Today was different ... somebody was alongside his hip.
A woman with her hair up in a bun. She wore a mini black flowy dress with business heels and lucky for Areum she knew exactly who this middle aged women was.
"Emma?"
Emma smiled at her "long time no see." Emma was the favorite in her dad's company. She held a much higher authority than Areum will ever. She has her PHD in buisness and yes she was an older girl. In her late 30s which made Areum even more curious why the hell Hoseok would choose her out of everyone
No
No
No
She will not get involved. She doesn't care who Hoseok lays his beautiful brown eyes on. "Long time no see to you." She smiled. Emma excused herself to use the bathroom as Hoseok just stares at her, waiting for her to say something. Areum sighed "your usual?"
"Mhm." Was his response but this time he whipped out his card.
"I didn't know you knew Emma." Areum tried to crack the awkwardness flowing around the air. It was almost painful to her. "Well what do I know huh" she chuckled.
Hoseok remained silent for a bit "you didnt?"
"..." what was that supposed to mean? Of course she didn't. "Of course not." She chuckled "you're just my customer, how would I know."
Chill Areum it's not a huge deal she thought.
He sighed and put his card back into his wallet "you know. If you wanted to know me you could've asked."
"what."
Emma then returns. "Oo! And this" She adds a cake pop to the table "I'll be in the car honey." And then walks away.
Areum waits until she walked away to clear her throat "well mister jung... it's hard to not be curious when a customer walks into your store everyday and orders nothing but a black coffee."
"Whats wrong with black coffee?"
She was thrown off and hoseok just smirks. "If you are that curious about me Areum I'd rather you not stalk my page." He pays for the cake pop. She was out of words because he was right but at the same time it was so embarrassing to get confronted about it. "How did you even know.."
"Spygirl360? You couldn't of made things less obvious. Your number is linked with your account so it shows you. I'm sure that like on my dad's buisness promotion post was an accident eh?"
Areum was silent, twiddling her fingers. He caught her. Now she's wishing he'd just leave "look, would you stop taunting me about it i understand that you're mad.. I'm s-"
"I never said I was mad. Here."
"Whats this?"
"My number. Call me sometimes.. with that he walked away like nothing ever happened. Damn you Hoseok.
-
The days are long and hard. Ever since the encounter with Hoseok he hasn't been coming into her coffee shop anymore. She felt like Joe Goldberg and even her boyfriend couldn't fill her empty void of curiosity but on the bright side it was their week together finally. Areum was at the store picking out only the freshest wine. She didn't reach out to Hoseok because why would she. She had a wonderful boyfriend. Jimin
She knew him every since they were kids and once they were of age both their parents set them up together. Because they were destined. The agreement was to get married by 30 and they'd have a set life with sufficient funds supported by each of their families. They weren't 30 yet but it was fastly approaching. Jimin came from a rich family. Much richer than Areum's. Some days it felt like they didn't agree among anything. His opinions were always one sided, he was always right but other days of was as if he was the happiest man on earth able to give her anything except sexual intimacy. They both never felt that way towards each other but tonight
Tonight Areum hoped to change that. She wanted to get rid of that void in her stomach. She wanted to try something exciting for the first time in her life so she wanted to take Freys advice to get laid. She threw on her red fenty under her short white dress. Jimin was supposedly already at her house just waiting on her.
"Long time no see." A deep voice approached behind her
Oh no, it was him. The man she's been trying to keep out of her head the entire time. She looked at him "hi."
"Why are you dressed so fancy today?" He walked closer to her "and where are your pearls?" Very close to her and reached for the whiskey above her. She blushed and finally stuttered out "i-I have a date actually!"
Hoseok let out a small laugh "oh?"
"Mhm!" For some reason she felt the urge to somewhat prove to him that she isn't some girl who stalks people all day and reads smut. No! She's definitely not.
"Well if you're looking to get laid that's not gonna get the job done." He took the alcohol put of her hand.
"Yah!" She whined "I'm not... I'm.. we're just gonna chill?"
"Well your fuck me dress says otherwise."
"Excuse me?"
"Look if you're looking to get laid miss innocent I prefer you buy this one." He hands her a bottle of liquor. "Mix it in some orange juice if you can't handle your alcohol." Areum takes the bottle from his hands in disbelief how blunt he was... he wasn't wrong.
"Bye miss Bailey." With that he was on his way. Areum shakes her head from her recent encounter then goes to grab a bottle of orange juice. "Screw you Jung Hoseok." How did he even know her last name?
Once she makes it home she heard squeaking of some sort. "What the..." maybe a fossit is broken or something? "Jimin?" She shouts. She sets her bags down and walks closer to the room. "Jimin!?"
The sound became more clear. A horrible melancholy of his moans mixed with some other girls. "What the hell!" She pulls the sheets up and what she saw shocked the living hell out of her
"FREY?"
That night was a blur. Yelling things out that she didn't even know she had in her mind. As if she turned into a whole nother being. Saying things she'd never say. She threw stuff around her house as her eyes flooded with tears. Her body was on auto pilot but her emotions were on a high. All for a bunch of "how could you" ,"I thought you loved me" , all for Jimin to say it was all a font and Frey to quietly get her stuff and leave. It was too much to take in
That night Areum sat on her living room floor, surrounded by glass thinking this was never what she wanted. What Jimin said "all of it was fake. We never loved eachother. " was true but Areum didn't want to believe that. It wasn't supposed to turn out this was. That night she had drowned herself in whiskey and picked up her phone
She had called Hoseok because why the not? There was a silence before he spoke "Areum?"
"Hey! Wanna come over?" Her words slurred.
On the other end Hoseok had just gotten out of bed. He was just in grey joggers and nothing else and when he heard Areums voice he knew automatically something was wrong. She spoke again "I wanna know more about! Ow!" She shouts then giggles. Hoseok sighed and rubs his eyes. "Areum... send me your address."
When he finally arrived he could see Areum with multiple cuts along her thighs. Her dress was rolled up and it seemed that the glass shards on the floor graced her smooth legs. He quickly picks up Areum from the floor. Her drunken state couldn't feel the pain, she just giggled when she saw Hoseok. "Mister Jung is here."
He sat her on the bed. "Areum look at me." He held her droopy face and paid attention to her to see if she was alright. Areum just laughs "no man has ever held me like that...:
He lets her face go gently and gets a first aid kit she had in the bathroom. He's been in this situation one too many times to know what to do. He sits on the bed and places Areums legs in his thighs. Taking his time time to treat them efficiently. She gasps at the alcohol stinging her skin but blushes at the proximity he was to her.
She had pretty thighs but it pained him to see the cuts on them. He knew her
Areum Bailey, 23, her father always talks about how good she is and how excellent she is at owning her small cafe alongside her supporting now ex boyfriend, Jimin. He follows her recent posts on instagram and he even knew her before she even opened the shop. He always saw her at Myrion. Always admired how outgoing she was, her smile, and her cute little mistakes. A girl who was the definition of successful in her parents eyes. Something Hoseok could never be but he knew there was a part in her that wasn't so innocent and he wanted to dimish her disguise so badly, tear her down, and see what she's hiding
But she didn't deserve that. Not by him. That's what he thought until he saw her in this state. He always visited her cafe to support her cause he has always admired her. He was just not good with his words.
"So I heard you were a bad boy!" She blurts. "Like a drug dealer ! How exciting! " hoseok looked at her, all his thoughts stopped. "I've always wanted to do something naughty"
"Im sure youve heard a lot of things aboht me." He finishes bandaging her legs "and you miss perfect." He gently pinned her down to the bed. Both of her wrist trapped with his hands "what are you hiding?" With that he took his things and left her in bed.
"I..." She could feel herself slowly drifting off in a haze.
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Areum woke up the next morning with a major headache. She groans loudly and helps herself up. She simply couldn't remember anything that happened last night... why was her room so trashed. She lifted all the thick covers from her body. "What the?" Why were her legs wrapped in white bandages. She carefully got out of bed and looked around. Her door was closed. She looked in her bathroom mirror to see her makeup smudged and her hair a mess. "Yikes... goddamm did I fight a bear or something?" She turns the shower on and freshens up, letting the hot droplets of water cleanse her skin.
Once she goes in front of the mirror she trues to recollect what happened to her that night. She picks her makeup up and fixes herself. Molding herself into an acceptable image. She looks at herself one last time before going to her dresser. She didn't have work today so she opted for just a oversized black t shirt. She took her dress off in front of her vanity just to be revealed with some very...very. revealing lingerie. Then it hits her.
"Areum?" Her door slides open. It was Hoseok, she quickly covers herself and blurts "did we do anything!"
Hoseok eyes her body. Even though she tried to cover herself up her vanity reveals her backside which Areum is quick to notice. "H-Hoseok!" Hoseok laughed a bit and closed the door, not answering her question.
"Oh my god ,oh my god ,oh my god." She repeats as she quickly takes her lingerie off and changes her clothes. She pulled on some pajama pants and quickly made her way to Hoseok. He was on his way out. "Nuh uh!" She blocks the door. "What the hell happened last night!"
"I dunno princess you tell me." he hummed
She looked at him "no.. no we.." and then she looked around the house. "I broke up with Jimin.."
"Mhm."
"But why are you here. And why was I" her hands swiftly went to her head. She groans as banging pain inflamed. "Whats going on." She whined.
Hoseok sighed as he looked at the time. It was time for hom to go to his job, his father, forced him into working. It wasn't like he wanted that promotion. That time he was promoted his father found out he was dealing drugs in college. Something that he's ashamed of ever since but he did it because he needed the money and he'd do it again in a heart beat.
He was everything his father never wanted...
He sighed as he took Areum by the shoulders leading her to her couch. He picked up most of the glass that night but he fell asleep to finish. He needed to stay and make sure she was alright.
"Sit down." He gets her a glass of water and some pills " look. I don't know what happened all that well but you called me and yoh were flat out drunk I'm guessing because you broke up with Jimin and you didn't mix your alcohol." He sighed.
"And I called you." Everything is slowly hitting her. She remembers what she told him that night and she could feel her heart going down to her stomach. "I'm so sorry." She runs her hands threw her hair and throws her head back on the couch.
"For what?" Hoseok stared at her "all you did was call me a drug dealer. "
"Augh." She drags as she fakes a bang on her head. "I'm sorry for that too! I." She finally gets the courage to look at him. "Look. I've just always been curious about you.. and I've heard things... I was just too scared to ask."
He looks into her eyes, he could tell she was speaking from her heart. "If you must know." He fixes Areums hair "I was dealing at a time in my life. My biological mother needed surgery and my father denied to supply. So I had too."
Areum listened intendly and Hoseok chuckled a bit "everything you heard about me was probably true. I'm not your perfect suit and tie guy." His eyes drift her her lips and defined collarbone. "The only reason I accepted that damn job was because of my mom. Her dying wish was for me to accept it. After all that she still died."
Areum heard him, she really did. He wasn't afraid to go against anyone, even though it was a bad choice it was his. He had his profound own freedom and achieved his own things... even though his ways were twisted but everytime he let out a small laugh she could feel her heart beating a mile a minute. She could feel his eyes mentally undressing her and even when it was silent it wasnt..
"But you. You are little miss innocent right?" He teased "you've never done anything that goes against what your parents say. Always in the modest outfits, cleanest makeup, even the way you speak is proficient"
"I..." Areum sighed, she didn't know of that was a compliment or. She could feel her cheeks getting red again. She hasn't experienced her own life yet.
"It's cute..." He kept caressing her face and lifted her chin. Yes, she still had an agonizing headache but it was as if everything stopped. "I'm guessing you called me because you wanted to change that?"
She was speechless but Hoseok was doing all the speaking for her "thats why I'm here... right princess?"
She meekly nodded her head, a part of her feeling guilty to admitting something she denied to heavily before.
"I will... but for right now I need you to rest." He picks her up and places her in bed. "Goodnight Areum."
That day over. Hoseok left but now she's waiting for him in a flowey lilac dress at a fancy rooftop restaurant she picked out. She really wanted to impress him today. She didn't see him at the shop so her anticipation to see him today was super high. Whenever she saw him it was as if she had a freedom. She chose him.. not anyone else. She did.
He finally shows up wearing a loose white button down and dress pants. "What a fancy place." He looks down at Areum and raises a brow.
As they sat it was silent. A lot of small talk as if they were just... buisness partners. Areum sipped her red wine.. maybe this wasn't gonna work. She couldn't think of a single word to say to him. Hoseok laughed a bit and got up. She finally spoke "are you leaving?"
"You clearly don't have good taste in restaurants so yeah." He extended his hand to her. "Lets go. I know a place not far from here."
She smiles as she took his hand. The elevator door opened for them and they were the only two going down. "I like your pearls." Hoseok complimented.
"Th-thank you." She gets the courage to compliment him back "I like your uh.. jawline."
There was a silence and they both laughed. The rest of the night was better.
Turned out the lady with a PhD owned a small cafe down the street that Hoseok helps out with. The waitress hands them their menus. Hoseok sits right by Areum, thigh on thigh as he points out to his favorites in the menu. He was very animated but not unnatural. She really loved getting to know him. His hands touched her as he leaned closer. "Yahhh." She blushed and giggles feeling his breath on her neck.
"You're such a hopeless romantic." He teased her more.
The night went on and they just visited local shops. Areum bought stupid souvenirs the small town had to offer. "Look! Imma a potato! Im your potato!" She turned to Hoseok with a potato hat and Hoseok smiled at the cashier a little embarrassed she had said it so loudly. "Okay Areum, let's go."
The night ended, it was very late. Areum texted Namjoon not to barge in tonight because she had something in mind... Hoseok had walked with her to her front door. He rested his shoulder on her door frame as he said his last goodbyes. "It was nice seeing you tonight. We should do this again."
"Mhm." Areum really couldn't focus on whatever this man was saying. He pushed all th right buttons today and his deep voice only pushed them in deeper. He continued on "so I guess I'll see you mnhm-!"
She couldn't help herself. She took him by the collar and gave him a deep kiss. She never had sex before but she was a good kisser... well.. at least she thought so.
Hoseok moaned as his firm being hands grasped her waist, pulling her closer. "Mm what a naughty girl we have?" He slightly pushed her into her house. Closing the door behind them he kissed her against the wall. Their tongues waltzing inside one another's mouths.
His hands ran up her curves , eager to just slip underneath her dress. He felt her dirty moans vibrating in his lips. "I wanna remember this." He smirks as he picks her up. He placed her on her kitchen counter and grabbed her thighs, intensly staring her down. His manhood was already hard and quite frankly, he's been hard ever since the date
A similar stare as hw had before in the coffee shop but more intimidating. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk anymore princess " his hands ran up her breast as his lips pranced around her neck finally sucking her sweet spot.
Kissing turned into stripping and Areum revealed to him a new black piece of lingerie, "mmyou were anticipating this?"
"Maybe.." areum giggled making hoseok laugh a little. She finally spoke again "but... I... never done anything like this before."
"Really?" Hoseok looked at her shocked
"Uh.. is that bad. I uhm-"
"No its just surprising. Your so beautiful..." He kissed her lips sweetly before continuing "if anytime you want me to stop or slow down." He kissed up her cheek "just say so baby. I'll go slow."
"Mhm" areum moaned.
Hoseok stopped and lookes into her eyes with a little chuckle "what did I say?"
"Hoseok.." Areum whines from his sudden stop.
"Come on Areum this is serious." He hummed and held her chin up so she could look directly in his eyes
"If I want you to stop... I just say so."
Hoseok nods and then touches her gently, throwing Areum way back.
He wanted to crack her code. She was more than what met the eye.. he just knew it. The night was fantastic towards both of them. They both wanted eachother. Areum wanting to have freedom like Hoseok and Hoseok wanted to do at least something right in his life like Areum but there was more to meet the eye in both of their lives...
As they gently carresed eachother in bed, taking care of eachother after their session they craved more.
There had to be more...
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Authors note: and I definitely have more for this "series" if you're interested give me a shout out! The coming chapters will definitely be more detailed on the characters backstories and even more psychologically thrilling.
synopsis compilation of varying lengths of drabbles and or series based off of songs i've heard
KIM NAMJOON
╰┈➤MINI SERIES
✧ LOVE ME
genre angst, cheating
synopsis an affair with your husband's best friend leads to a messy confession on your wedding day. it all goes downhill from there.
chapters 1| 2 | to be continued…
╰┈➤SERIES
tba…
╰┈➤ONE-SHOTS
✧ TENT FAVORS
synopsis in an attempt to finally ask your fuck buddy to be your boyfriend, you take him camping, your plans are soiled when he brings along his friend, jungkook.
JEON JUNGKOOK
╰┈➤MINI SERIES
✧ LOVE, LOST
genre angst, heartbreak, cheating
synopsis your relationship with jungkook had been fizzling out for a while. for the last year of your five year relationship, you two had all but floated around each other, but after you catch him cheating that's the final straw.
synopsis after dying and coming back to life as a vampire with an unrelenting thirst for blood, jungkook is on the run. it doesn't matter where he goes or how he just needs to keep running. away from the hunters, away from the people he killed the first night he came back, he just has to keep moving…but then he finds you.
chapters: dark angel navigation | to be continued…
╰┈➤ONE-SHOTS
✧ TENT FAVORS
synopsis in an attempt to finally ask your fuck buddy to be your boyfriend, you take him camping, your plans are soiled when he brings along his friend, jungkook.
Ø Pairing: Dilf! Hoseok x Teacher Assistant! F.Reader
Ø Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Ø Rating: M (18+)
Ø Warnings: Mentions of side character’s death, mentions of infertility, mentions of woman’s related health issue (endometriosis, preeclampsia), reader will ponder around self-deprivation a lot so if you are triggered by this please beware, adoption talks, curse words, kissing, groping, oral (m. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, safety first guys!)
Ø Word Count: ~12k
Ø Disclaimers: I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me! Also don’t mix up the visual for this fic with their real life, be wise 😉
Ø Summary: Jung Hoseok relies on you, the lovely teacher assistant of his child’s daycare to help him ease the chaotic life of a working single dad. Finding mutual bond over the tragic incidents happened in both of your past, will you be able to find hope in each other to move on and live a more “hopeful” life?
Ø Songs to be listened to: Lay your head on me – Crush, Angel Baby – Troye Sivan, Someone like you - lullaboy
Author’s Note: Hi guys so in celebration of Hobiuary, and to celebrate the day of love too on Feb 14th, I’ve decided to release this earlier. I’m scared I will have things to do by the 18th so I hope you dont mind. However this fic is a celebration of Mr Jung Hoseok’s birthday on the 18th so HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOBII, wishing him all the best in life, full of love and tenderness and I wish him lifelong happiness and health! Happy reading and as always, your comments and feedbacks will be hugely appreciated. Thank you.
It’s just 15 minutes after 4PM when drops of rain starting to pour outside the windows. You always love the rain, the sound of little droplets, and the smell of rainwater meets the grass is just calming to you. Same with this room, might not be big in size, but filled with many things you love. Drawings pinned to the wall, racks filled with fairytale books you would never be bored to re-read, colorful paper garlands across the ceilings. This classroom is your tiny world.
People will say you’re torturing yourself, strangely to you though, you found more strength within pairs of innocent eyes looking up at you, eager for you to guide them for the next activities to have fun that day. Putting it simply, you just love kids. You’ve always loved them, even when you were younger, your aunts will gladly ask you to look after your younger cousins, they say you’re a natural.
So when at the age of 19 you were diagnosed with a severe case of endometriosis, your world was crashing down. You went out to 3 different OBGYNs who said the same thing, either you go for surgery to remove your uterus, or it would endanger your life.
Long story short, the money your parents saved up for your college tuition went out for your surgery. Within the confusion about your future and career, you found out that you could pursue a certification as a day-care assistant teacher. So you went for it. Your parents were worried since you’ll be working with children while actually, you just lost the ability to carry your own. But you thought the other way around. It’s the only way you could take care of children, nurture them, and it would be enough for you.
“Miss Y/N, can I have another candy please?”
Jung So Mi, the last child left in your class because her father just informed you that he was stuck in a last-minute meeting and would require an additional 30 minutes before he could pick her up. You don’t mind it though, as you don’t have anything to do anyway. You live alone in Seoul, leaving your parents at your hometown to pursue better job opportunity. Seoul being the country’s capital offers you a higher remuneration, so you packed your bag 4 years ago and left your town.
“So Mi dear, I think your father will come soon, no? You already had 2 candies after lunch today, it’s already on your limit.” You pat her hair gently. She has her hair in two braids and one of it is already loose.
“Why don’t you sit here while I tell you another story as I braid your hair?” You motion her to sit next to you on the bench just beside the classroom’s door.
“Can I braid Barbie’s hair while you do mine?”
“Sure dear.”
So Mi is only 3.5 years old but she’s very bright for her age, always polite and also very neat. She always cleans up after herself properly. She’s also very empathetic and never hesitate to help her friends in class. You always wonder how her mother is, since her father is the one who always drop and pick her up for the past 1.5 years you’ve known her.
You were just finished tying up her little braid when you hear gentle knocks on the door.
“So Mi, that must be your father.” You pat her shoulder, motioning both of you to the front of the classroom.
You open the sliding door slightly and find yourself eyes to eyes with Jung Hoseok, So Mi’s father. He’s quite young compared to other kids’ fathers in your class. He also always dressed so impeccably in your opinion, making him looking even younger. If you passed by him on the street, you might not think that he has a daughter. His hair had been looking a bit lighter too nowadays, from the usual jet-black hair you’re familiar with, now he’s sporting more of a dark brown with lighter highlights. He’s definitely handsome, and when he smiles, you can feel it in your heart.
“Hello Ms. Y/N, I’m very sorry for troubling you again today.” He bows slightly. “I know I’ve been asking for extensions a few times now.”
“Hello Mr. Jung, no worries at all, I always like hanging out with little So Mi here.” You stroke So Mi’s hair gently as she giggles and hugs her father’s leg.
“I really appreciate it.” He takes So Mi’s backpack from you before handing out a paper bag towards you. “I came across the bakery on my way and please accept this as a token of my appreciation.”
You can’t help but surprised. You never received anything from the parents so far, and you never expected ones too.
“Mr. Jung, you really don’t have to.” You bow to him.
“Please Ms. Y/N I insist, I heard the earl grey cake from this bakery is really good, please try it.” He flashes you his contagious smile and you feel like you don’t have any other option but to take it.
“Thank you very much Mr. Jung.”
Hoseok kneels down to be at eye level with So Mi. “Honey, say thank you to Ms. Y/N before we go?”
So Mi nods and looks up at you with her sparkling eyes. “Thank you Ms. Y/N, see you tomorrow.”
“You’re welcome sweetheart.”
Hoseok nods one more time before stepping away.
“Wait, Mr. Jung?”
He stops in his track on the hallway and looks back at you questioningly. You move forward a few steps to get closer.
“I-if… if maybe you need someone to watch over So Mi, I mean, outside day care schedule… Uhm… I can do it for you.”
You feel a bit shy to offer, but you’ve been thinking about it for a while. Mr Jung had been asking for time extensions a few times now and you can see how distraught he look when he picked So Mi up, so you thought maybe he really need a helping hand. In addition to that, you could always use the extra money.
Hoseok can’t help his surprised face at your offer. Honestly, it’s a very tempting offer since he really is swamped with work right now. He’s the head of Visual Merchandiser Team at a very well-known retail store nationwide, and the company is planning to revamp their current main store in Itaewon, with deadline of the re-opening getting closer and closer, he really works his ass off every day. But he also can’t help but think that you will be overqualified to “babysit” So Mi.
“Ms. Y/N, I appreciate your offer very very much, and I really do in a dire need of a helping hand, however aren’t you too overqualified just to look after So Mi? I mean, I don’t want to burden you…”
You shake your head. “No Mr. Jung, I mean, I’m just a teacher assistant, so I’m not that “overly qualified” and I won’t be offering if I didn’t want to. Honestly, I really enjoy spending time with So Mi, and I do have lots of free time…” You look down slowly, hands fidgeting right above the hem of your shirt. “And… I could also use the extra money, if that’s alright.”
“Oh, in that case, I would glad to accept your offer Ms. Y/N, are you okay with staying with So Mi until night? I mean, I’m so sorry I have to be honest with you upfront, but yeah, work had been so hellish.”
“No problem Mr. Jung, just text me when you will be needing me.”
Hoseok smiles and nods at you before walking back to the entrance door, hand in hand with little Jung So Mi.
It’s been almost 3 months now that you regularly visit the Jung’s house. Usually, your schedule is three times a week on weekdays, even though So Mi visited the daycare every day, aside from weekends. Hoseok said he tries to get away from work at least twice a week, to go home on time so he can spend quality time with his daughter. So, for the other 3 days, he usually got home at around 9PM at night, looking very tired but still maintain his lively attitude.
You also finally found out what happened to So Mi’s mother. Just two weeks into your schedule, Hoseok came back home earlier than usual, and he brought dinner, so he asked you to stay to eat together. You weren’t trying to pry, but when Hoseok and So Mi started to say a prayer for the late mother, you got the idea. You couldn’t help to feel sympathy for both of them. How challenging and hurtful it must be to be losing a wife and a mother like that.
Tonight is another one of your “shift”. So Mi however already exhausted with playing jumping rope with you in the afternoon, so once you gave her a bath after dinner, she dozes off into slumberland. Hoseok tells you to make yourself comfortable in his house, allowing you to eat or cook anything in his pantry or fridge, also you are welcome to watch any movies you’d like in his living room. So, here you are, with a cup of hot chamomile tea and a bag of chips, scrolling through his Netflix account.
The clock just turned 8.00PM when you hear a car parked in the garage, not long after followed by beeping of keys before Hoseok comes in. He’s wearing a crisp black shirt tonight, sleeve rolled to his forearms, hair pushed back with a pair of tight black jeans and a pair of red and black Air Jordan sneakers. He always looks good, but tonight you feel he looks exceptionally hot too.
“Oh Mr Jung, you come back early.” You stand up from the couch straighten up your crinkled shirt.
“Just call me Hoseok, Y/N, we’ve talked about this right.” He winks at you while neatly place his sneakers onto the shoes drawer.
“Oh yes, Hoseok… I mean I don’t want to be impolite, since you’re older than me.”
“Nonsense, you’re just 2 years younger, no big deal, my juniors at work even calls my name too.” He walks toward the kitchen island just behind the living room and put down a tall paper bag.
“So Mi slept kinda early today, she’s exhausted after playing jumping rope, so I think you need to be aware that maybe she’ll awake earlier too tomorrow.” You walk to the kitchen island too, standing just opposite him as he pours himself a glass of water.
He peers at you while drinking, making you distracted by his Adam Apple’s bobbing up and down.
“Is that so?” He puts back the glass and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Y-y-yes.” Darn it, why does he have to look so good, you practically having a hard time to concentrate. “So anyway, since you’re here, I think I’m just gonna get going…”
“Y/N wait, well, there was some celebration in the office today, so they packed me this bottle of wine and some chicken. Do you wanna eat dinner first? I can call you a cab later?” He takes out the dark-colored bottle with red cap on and other boxes of packed takeaway foods from the paper bag.
You hesitate a little just because you don’t want to intrude his peaceful night, but then again, it’s Jung Hoseok you’re talking about, the man would always encourage you to take better care of yourself every time he has the chance.
“Okay, if it’s not too troublesome for you.”
“None of that.” He waves his hand nonchalantly. “Can you please take these boxes to the dining table? I will prepare the plates and chopsticks.”
You nod and carefully carry the three boxes to the table. You also come back to grab the bottle of wine and put it down. Not long after, Hoseok comes back with plates, chopsticks, wine glasses and a corkscrew. He expertly pops off the wine bottle and pour the red liquid into both glasses, passing one to you.
You spend the next hour eating the delicious chicken cuisines and downing the divine wine. Your once tense nerves are calming down and you found yourself in delightful conversation with Hoseok. He tells you funny stories about the stunts his team usually has to pull to meet some deadlines, how stressful his work is but at the same time he loves it so much. He’s a creative person and you know it, always has keen eyes on beautiful things, arts, clothes, even his home is very stylish, considering he’s a single father with a toddler.
“I really envy you for having so much love for what you doing.” You relax on the single seater just beside Hoseok who leans back on the couch in the living room.
“Yeah, I think I’m just lucky… or else, I would be the most unfortunate man on earth.” His gaze fills with longing, just a bit glassy, and the first thing comes to your mind is probably he misses his late wife.
“By the way, Hoseok, I’m so sorry for your wife.” You only tiptoed over topic so far, never really ask him directly or telling him that you know, but with tonight’s atmosphere, you feel like you need to say something about it, give your respect and condolences.
He smiles weakly at you before putting down the wine glass on the coffee table.
“Thank you Y/N, it’s actually been almost 4 years now?” He furrows his brows as if trying to remembering something. “Hee Young passed away when she gave birth to So Mi…” Hoseok smiles painfully as he stares ahead.
“You don’t need to tell me anything if it’s too much for you, I’m sorry for bringing it up.” Unconsciously, you reach out for his hand and squeezes gently.
“No, no, it’s okay. I mean, you are with So Mi almost everyday, I mean we’re friends too, right?” He squeezes your hand back. “I’m okay now, and maybe I need to let it out once in a while.”
You nod gently, thumb grazing over the back of his hand.
“It was quite sudden actually, the pregnancy was going very well for the first and second trimester, but then, when it’s entering 8 months, Hee Young’s blood pressure raised up very quickly… and it was blurry for me because one day everything is fine, we were just discussing the theme of the nursery and the next thing, the doctors are asking me for emergency surgery and asked me… worst comes to worst, who will be my priority to be saved…”
You squeeze his hand a little bit harder to show your sympathy. It breaks your heart dearly to hear such a horrific situation came upon someone as good as him. It also reminds you that people do have their own hardships. You can’t help but reminiscing a bit about your past heartbreak, the thought of losing something forever.
Hoseok squeezes your hand back; he looks at you with glassy eyes but still with a warm courageous smile.
“Of course Hee Young wanted me to save our child, and I… I just couldn’t say no to her…” He shakes his head slowly. “But in a way, the universe kind of saving me from having to decide undecidable thing like that, we just lost her, she lost too many bloods and… it was not an option for me anymore.”
When Hoseok buries his head between his palms, you can’t help yourself to move besides him and gently pat his shoulder, letting him know that he can confide in you any time, that you will always listen, just like tonight.
It doesn’t take long for him to smile back at you, sniffling a little bit, but you can see in his eyes that he copes with it well.
“I’m sorry Y/N, it’s not supposed to be a somber night like this.”
“No, it’s alright, I mean, please understand that if you need someone to talk to about this, you can talk to me anytime.”
He chuckles lightly while patting your hair slightly, giving you goosebump all over, even if you know it’s an innocent touch.
“No way I would burden you with sappy stories like this again.”
“Well, Hoseok, if it makes it better for you, my story is not also rainbows and unicorns.” You smile weakly.
“Oh? Oh, I’m so sorry, I talked too much about myself I haven’t even asked of yours…”
“No, no, it’s okay, and I swear I’m not trying to get your pity or something, it’s just… hearing your story, feeling how devastated you must have felt, kind of bringing back some memories from the past.”
Hoseok looks at you questioningly, lips pouting a little bit.
You divert your eyes sideways, somehow your heart aches to see him straight in the eyes when you wanted to tell him your “baggage”. It’s funny, considering you think you are not in any way would end up in a situation with him that would make your condition is, a little bit concerning right? So, why hesitate? Why scared?
You wet your lips a couple times, just a little habit of yours when you’re nervous. Your hands also clenching and unclenching several times. You don’t realize that Hoseok pays attention to you, so he takes both of your hands in his and sooth his thumbs over the back of your hands.
“Y/N it’s okay, you don’t need to tell me anything if it’s too hard for you…”
You shake your head as tears starts brimming in your eyes.
“No, I mean, I want to tell you because… I think… I think in a way, I can understand the feeling of losing something forever.”
“Okay… What happened sweetheart?”
You can barely register the pet name he uses, but you have to remind yourself, it’s just the situation, it’s not a big deal.
“When I was 19, I had my uterus removed because of severe Endometriosis.” You take a deep breath. “So, I will never ever have a chance to carry my own child.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Hoseok pulls you in for a hug as his hand gently stroke your hair. “It must have been very hard for you, Y/N, I’m so sorry to hear it.”
Your hands fall limb besides you as tears started to flow. You haven’t thought about it for a long long time, or maybe you did but you always try to suppress it. It’s not like you can complaint to your parents, because it’s not their fault. Moreover, you’ve seen your mother crying so hard the day you decided to take the surgery. Your friends? They couldn’t understand the severity of the situation at that age. They thought having a child were not a priority, even some considering they might better off without them, and that’s okay, that’s their own choice. But you did need to talk about it, about the possibility of disappointing your future partner when you had to tell them that sorry, you can’t carry their child, ever.
People said you need to talk to a therapist, but it costed a lot. Your parents could barely afford the cost of your surgery, let alone to pay for additional therapy sessions. So, you’ve been trying to accept it every day of your life since then. First, you made yourself busy with certification. Second, you didn’t get involve with boys. And that’s how you’ve lived your life for the past 8 years. Yes, you cry from time to time, especially when watching movies alone where the characters are having a baby. But you always reminded yourself that once you throw away all the used-up Kleenex, you are to move on. You can’t afford being sad, you need to work for yourself and especially for your parents back home.
Hoseok pulls back a little bit when he feels that you are too quiet. “Y/N, are you okay?”
You hurriedly swipe away your tears with the back of your hands, the thought of him looking at you with puffy red eyes and possibly snots all around horrified you.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Hoseok leans over the coffee table to take a box of tissue and hand the sheets to you gently.
“Y/N, listen to me, it’s not something you should be ashamed with to share with me, okay? I’m not going to judge you.” He puts his hands on both of your shoulder, motioning you to face him. “You’re a very strong girl, you should be proud of yourself.”
“Thank you Hoseok.” You nod weakly. “You and So Mi also very strong.”
He smiles kindly, hand slowly stroking your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. “So Mi and I are here too whenever you need us okay? We are a strong unit, aren’t we?”
You give him your warmest smile, for the first time in your life, you feel like you’ve been really seen.
It’s just another chill Friday for you and So Mi, lazily sprawled on the rug in the living room, crayons in hands as you both draw some pictures while humming some Disney Movies’ soundtrack. It’s barely 7PM and you just finished dinner. Usually, you spend the remaining time with some short movie or reading before tucking So Mi into bed at around 8PM. However, So Mi asked you whether she could draw some things first, and with those sparkling eyes, who are you to deny her request?
The sound of car engine makes your head turns towards the door, and not long after, Hoseok makes his way into the house. So Mi’s eyes light up and she hurriedly run towards his father.
“Appa!!!”
Hoseok crouches down to welcome her into a tight hug. “Hey honey, how are you today?”
“You come home early!” So Mi excitedly jumps up and down while still in his embrace. He slowly stands up with her still in his arms.
“Yup, appa wants to tuck you to bed tonight, is that okay?” He kisses her cheeks.
So Mi nods quickly as she cutely pinches both of her father’s cheeks.
“Ouch, what’s that for?” Hoseok playfully pouts his lips in annoyance.
“Because appa is the cutest!”
He laughs along with her and you can feel something stirs in your heart. How lovely it is to come home to this view every day, a gorgeous devoted loving husband, an endearing beautiful child who adores you. A picture-perfect family in your mind.
When Hoseok finds your eyes, you blink a few times to cast the thoughts away. You smile and nod to him.
“We were just drawing, So Mi wanted to draw some cocomelon characters.” You giggle as you put up her drawings towards Hoseok.
“Aren’t you my little artist?” He bops her nose lightly.
“I like to draw appa, and I like coloring too.” So Mi cutely explain with her hands all over the place, she is the cutest ever.
“I can see that, and look at you so good at it.” Hoseok then crouches back down and put So Mi back to the ground. “Why don’t you wash your hands with Ms Y/N and go to your room? Appa will wash up a bit and catch up with you guys.”
You nod understandingly and motion So Mi to follow you upstairs, while Hoseok gives you the warmest smile and mouthing Thank You.
By 8.00 PM, you have just finished tidying up So Mi’s crayons and plushies from around the living room. You look up at the stairs, hesitating whether or not you should go up to say goodbye to Hoseok before leaving the house, however, he’s tucking So Mi in, probably not a good idea to interrupt the little girl from slowly falling asleep. You walk over the couch and about to take your purse with you, when light footsteps are heard making way downstairs.
“Y/N, are you ready to go home?” Hoseok in his colorful pyjama pants and plain t-shirt calls out.
“Yes, I wasn’t sure whether I should go upstairs to say goodbye.”
“Oh, it’s okay, So Mi already asleep, she was really excited with her drawings for sure.” He chuckles.
You laugh lightly too. “Yes, she was very determined to do it, guess she gets that artsy side of you.”
Hoseok touches his ear lightly at your compliment.
“Speaking of art, Ms Y/N, wow, I’m impressed, you also have a very good hand on it.” Hoseok makes his way to the kitchen island and pulls up your drawing from between So Mi’s.
Drawing is a hobby of yours for years now. One of your ways of cheap therapy in your opinion, but you never seriously thought you are any good at it. You just love mixing some colors together and create some gradation of it inside a simple drawing of flowers, or hearts, or clouds. Sometimes you add like a dotting effect to add more textures to the drawing.
“No, please it’s just mixing some random colors.”
“Hey, seriously, I’ve been wanting to add more paintings, or drawings to the kids’ sections of the store, do you think you can make something like this but maybe bigger?”
You blink several times to digest his words. Is he asking for your doodles to be hanging up on his store?
“Hoseok, it’s just a doodle, is it even proper enough to be there?”
“Yes, I’m seriously asking you to make me a bigger doodle, as you called it, and we seriously going to commission you for this.”
You literally lost for words. “I… I…”
Hoseok walks closer to you as he searches your eyes. “Hey, Y/N, you need to have more confidence in your work, whether it’s in the daycare, which I think you’re doing a very very amazing job, So Mi literally couldn’t stop talking about you, and now this, art that you making.”
You smile shyly, cheeks flushing red. “I don’t know, it’s just weird to be taking all the compliments.”
“When you’re doing a good job, you earn it, just like every other person out there.” He lifts your chin slightly with his finger, a bit frustrated that you seem to like avoid his gaze.
“So, will you do it Ms. Y/N? I’m thinking around 100x100 cm of canvas?”
And just like So Mi did with her sparkling eyes, Hoseok’s genuine smile and warm gaze will always be your weakness.
“O-okay… any specific requests of color? Any specific theme? And when’s the deadline?”
“I’ll text you the detail later okay, I need to run through the specifics with the floor team.” He winks.
Your cheeks are still warm, as his fingers still linger on your chin. For a moment, you feel like the clock is stop ticking. You feel goosebumps running through your spine when you feel Hoseok runs his fingers from your chin, up to your cheek and finally tucking your hair besides your right ear. His hand lingers there, slowly cupping your cheek, as tensions become more palpable. His gaze flickers to your lips and you do the same, yearning to feel those luscious lips of his. You swear he moves a little bit forward and you are about to close your eyes when his phone suddenly rings on the kitchen counter. Both of you take a step back simultaneously, you scramble to take your purse and Hoseok swiftly walks to pick up the call.
You take time to adjust your breath, not realizing that you have been holding it back for a moment there. Holding your purse tightly, you wave your hand signalling Hoseok that you are leaving. He furrows his eyebrows a bit but nod to you nevertheless.
As you walk over to the bus stop, you can’t help yourself to replay everything in your head. What was that? Why did your heart beat so fast? Did he really about to kiss you or was it all just in your head? Unconsciously, you touch your lips, wishing that whatever happened, it wasn’t just in your mind…
Hoseok really goes through with his plan of commissioning you for your art. He sent you the detail of what he and his team envision for the store and it’s actually not that hard for you to bring it to life. They didn’t demand anything too much, but at the same time gave you enough details on what to focus on. He even gives you time off from babysitting So Mi so that you can have enough time and energy to do the drawing. Since they require you to get it done in just three weeks, just barely enough time before their scheduled grand re-opening.
You did ask Hoseok though, if So Mi is not with you and he obviously needs to work extra considering the approaching deadline, where would she be? Turns out before you offered to babysit, Hoseok usually drops So Mi off at his sister’s. But his sister is pregnant with her second child and it got harder and harder for her to take care two kids at the same time when her pregnancy is getting bigger. His mother had offered to come from his hometown, but he doesn’t want to burden her too much, luckily you came along with your offer.
Standing in front of your work now hanging on the wall of a well-known retail store in the city of Seoul feels surreal for you. You consider your art as something very simple, just a gradation color of baby blue, pink and lilac, inside some drawings of clouds, Hoseok says it’s cotton candy clouds, and it really suits the theme of the girl apparel section of the store.
The said man is standing next to you, also looking at your work, a proud smile plastered on his handsome face. You’re still amazed by his immense and never-ending support for you to do this drawing.
“It’s perfect, just like how I imagined it would be, you’re incredible Y/N.”
“I owe you so much for this Hoseok, this definitely one of the proudest moments in my life, thanks to you.”
“Don’t mention it, talent needs to be appreciated.”
You move forward and slowly touch the edge of your drawing’s frame, still feeling like an out of body experience.
“By the way Y/N, I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
You turn around to look at Hoseok. He’s looking straight at you, making you squirm a little bit on your spot. Since that night, the two of you never really address the situation. Things just started rolling as per usual, and maybe because you also very focused on completing your drawing and Hoseok is literally chased by deadline, you didn’t really put much thought on it.
But now, being alone with him reminds you about that night, how you were mere seconds away from colliding your lips together. However deep down inside you know, you shouldn’t feel that way. You are not allowed to feel that way. Hoseok and So Mi are too precious to you, they don’t deserve to be roped in into your doomed future.
“Yes?”
“For the grand re-opening next Friday, do you want to come along?”
“Come along…?”
Hoseok clears his throat. “Well… I mean you have your work displayed here, you definitely deserved to be invited.”
Why do you get the feel like he’s nervous or something? Or is it just in your mind again?
“Oh, well, I mean if I don’t have to accompany So Mi for you… because you’re going too, right?”
Hoseok can’t help letting out a small chuckle at your confused state. “Don’t worry about So Mi, my mother is visiting my sister this weekend, So Mi will be staying there for a while.”
You let out a nervous chuckle too. “Well in that case, okay, what time should I be here?”
Hoseok takes a step forward, moving closer. “I’m going to pick you up at 6, the event starts at 7.”
You can’t help the blush on your cheeks. If he picks you up, does it mean you go together? And if you go together, what will his co-workers say? And does this also means it’s a…
“It’s a date Ms. Y/N.” Hoseok takes you by surprise when he reaches your hand and kisses the back of your hand gently.
You can only freeze when his eyes peer slowly from your hand, gives you a wink before letting it go.
Clearing your throat so you won’t let out a squeal, you need to ask another important thing since you’ve never went to a party like this.
“Uhm… Hoseok… what kind of dress should I wear for this kind of… uhm, invitation?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He smiles widely and grab your wrist, motioning you to follow him.
“Hoseok, where are we going??”
“One of the perks of working here of course, let’s find you a dress.”
“B-but, the store isn’t open yet? There’s no staffs around, no cashier…” You look around confusedly at the empty store. The racks are already there filled with clothes but how can you try on or pay for it if it’s closed?
“Hey, aren’t you with a staff here? Am I not a staff?” Hoseok finally slows down his walks when you both reach the Women Dress area of the store. He finally let go of your hand as he starts to scour the racks.
You stand still, eyes wide filled with confusion.
“Y/N, come here and look around, tell me which one do you like.” He motions you to come closer to the racks of floor length gowns.
“But… I… I don’t know if I can afford dresses from here, it’s kinda steep for my pocket.”
Hoseok takes out a blush chiffon gown from the rack. The neckline is v-line, and the chiffon material drapes off the shoulder, creating a flowy arm, the skirt is flowing into an A line too, it’s beautifully ethereal and quite modest, just like your style.
“I think this will fit you so beautifully, and I notice that you wear lots of this muted pastel colors, it suits you a lot.”
“It really is beautiful Hoseok and I love it, but…”
“Come on, let’s see if it’s fit.” He takes your hand again and leads you to the dressing room. It’s still felt weird for you to roam around a closed store like this but at the same time, you love the new thrilling sensation. You’ve never had an adventure like this before.
In 10 minutes, you are facing a huge mirror inside a dressing room, ready to open the curtains to show Hoseok how the dress fits you like a glove. He really knows your style and the dress really accentuates your shape and skin tone, making you glow like a fairy.
“Okay, here it goes.” You open the curtains slowly, stepping out of the small room into Hoseok’s view who is now sitting on a sofa just outside the rows of dressing rooms.
He stares at you with glint in his eyes but no words come out of his mouth.
“Well?” You make a twirl. “I honestly think this fits me well and I do love the color and the style.” Busy looking down at the gown’s flowing skirt, you don’t realize that Hoseok has move closer.
You let out a surprise gasp when he takes your right hand, pull it up with his and motion you to take another twirl.
“You look absolutely gorgeous.”
You can’t help the blush on your cheeks.
“This is a bad idea.” He chuckles lowly.
“Oh? Oh my god, I’m so sorry Hoseok, I know we shouldn’t be doing this, if they found out we take the clothes and…”
A delicate finger presses on your lips, retaining you from finishing your sentence.
“Sssh… Y/N, it’s not that. Don’t worry about that at all.”
You want to ask him why, but his finger still lingers on your lips, and you enjoy it too much to remove it away.
“It’s because…” He looks away slightly, before focusing his eyes on yours again. “You look so damn beautiful it makes me losing my mind.”
Your heart beats rapidly, making your body trembles a bit. You have never been in such intense situation with a man before. You have always evaded any situation that would lead the relationship to grow more than platonic way. You didn’t want to bare your baggage to them, afraid that you would get rejected.
But deep down you know, with Hoseok, you had crossed the dangerous territory within yourself. You let yourself yearn for him. You didn’t stop your mind into imagining how perfect life could be with him and So Mi by your side. You thought it would be harmless, because he would never look at you that way, right?
“Uhm, by the way how am I supposed to pay for this with no one around??” You try to distract yourself.
“Uh? Oh… Uhm… No worries about that, I will put it on my tab.” You can see he startles a bit as he takes a step back.
“You can cut it from my salary too.” You start to walk back into the dressing room. As you draw the curtains back, you feel like your heart stings when you can hear him muttering back as his face falters.
“Don’t worry about it Y/N…”
You would have thought that after what happened at the store, Hoseok would cancel on you Friday. But his text told you otherwise.
[Jung Hoseok][14:15PM]: Hey Y/N, I’m going to pick you up at 6 okay? See you.
So, you have been spending some time now, curling your hair and put some makeup on, to match that beautiful blush gown you’re wearing tonight. You also have bought a pair of gold strappy heels to match with it. You feel nervous but excited at the same time, nervous because you don’t know how to behave with Hoseok, especially if this is indeed a date. But you also excited to see how people will react to your drawing.
Giving your lips a last touch of rosy hue lip tint, you take a closer look at yourself on the mirror. Everything looks okay, you look decent to go to a party, and if only you don’t have your baggage, you would enjoy it to the fullest. Having Hoseok in your arms, enjoying the night out, and maybe, maybe you can finally get that kiss… But, will it be fair for him and So Mi to carry your burden with you?
The sound of ringtone from your smart phone cuts your train of thoughts.
“Y/N? Are you ready? I’m downstairs.”
You look up at the clock and it is 6 on the dot. “Yes Hoseok, I’ll come down in a sec.” You gather your purse and phone and make your way outside your apartment.
There might be hundreds of times when you think Hoseok is literally the finest man you’ve ever laid your eyes own. Because how could someone look so good even in colorful pajama pants, baggy t-shirt and a beanie hat, but he always pulls that look for you. And don’t get you started when he dresses for work, sometimes casual sporty with cargo pants, long sleeve shirt and a funky vest, looks so cool and delectable. But of course, there’s a dark horse for his finest look, and that’s when he dresses formally, like now, in a double breasted dark grey suit and white shirt, a black leather belt adorning his slim waist, and the most dangerous feature is his hair swept back, exposing his forehead with his undercut on display, he looks extraordinarily gorgeous.
The said man is leaning into his wine-colored Hyundai Palisade, arms crossing in front of him. But when he heard your heels against the asphalt just in front of your building, he looks up to you and you swear his face lights up. He walks towards you, stretching his arm for you to take.
“Miss Y/N, you look so beautiful.” Lips kissing the back of your hand, sending heat waves to your lower region.
“Mr. Jung, likewise.” You giggle as Hoseok leads you to the passenger seat and swiftly opening the door for you, even holding your hand tightly to anchor you as you climb the SUV.
Once he buckles up, he ignites the car and steer the vehicle away. Crush’s Lay Your Head On Me softly playing while you look around to see the city lights sparkles under the moonlight.
“Y/N?”
You hum as you look to your side, Hoseok’s eyes still on the road.
“About the other day.”
You hum again, Hoseok takes a side glance for a second, and then look straight up to the road.
“I feel like you closing up on me, is that true?”
You freeze on your seat. Clearing your throat, you try your best to sound casual when you reply him. “What do you mean?”
“Let’s just be honest here, Y/N, I like you, I’m attracted to you, that’s why I asked you to come with me tonight. I thought I get the same feelings from you, but please enlighten me if I was mistaken.” Hoseok’s voice is serious and stern even though you see him glancing sideways at you again and gives you a small smile.
“I…” You are very nervous to have this conversation with him, God knows how you have tried to avoid it, but seems like tonight you don’t have anywhere to hide. You fiddle with the chiffon of your skirt but suddenly, Hoseok’s left hand takes yours in his, giving you a squeeze.
“Please don’t hesitate to say whatever you want with me.”
“Hoseok… it’s just… you know I can’t offer you anything.” Tears pricked on your eyes as you look away to the left side.
“What do you mean anything? You are a whole human being Y/N, are you hesitating because you… because…” He hesitates to finish his words but you know he knows it.
“Because I can’t give you a child? Yes. I know that this sounds way so serious for a first date, and I may be way out of my mind to think about this way future with you, but I don’t want to be just a passer-by in someone’s life. I’d rather be on my own and it’s okay.”
A tear escapes your eyes and rolls over your blushed cheek. “I… I treasure you and So Mi so much, I’d rather have you as friends than being with you and then have to leave you guys one day.”
Hoseok unclasps your hand for a moment as he manoeuvred the car into a parking lot on the basement of the store’s building. You just realize that you indeed have reached your destination.
He unbuckles his seatbelt and adjust in his seat so he can look at you.
“Y/N listen to me, I completely understand your concern, and I want you to know that, it’s not easy for me too. It’s the first time, after 4 years that I… I really wanted to move on… I would always feel guilty whenever I feel just the slightest bit attraction towards another woman.” He chuckles a bit. “But maybe it’s Hee Young’s way of telling me that it was not the right person.”
He takes both of your hands, intertwined his fingers in between yours. “But I think, you are exceptional, you are perfect just the way you are.”
“Hoseok…”
“At first, I’m mesmerized at how good you are with So Mi, she always has the biggest smile on her face whenever she talks about you and it really warms my heart… But more than that, I’m completely astounded of how strong you are, for me, your scar is the thing that makes you more beautiful.”
You sniffle, his words are like poetry to your ear, you need to shake your head a little just to make sure that you are alive and this is all happening in reality, not in your dreams.
“Are you seeing me as perfect? Is that why you’re scared?” Hoseok takes a tissue and dab the tears from your cheek carefully, minding the effort you’ve put for your makeup.
You nod quietly.
“Well, I’m not Y/N, I’m full of baggage myself, I’m scarred, just as you are, and maybe that’s what makes us good for each other? You make me want to get out of my grieve, and I, I want to try to help you to accept yours.” He kisses your hand gently.
“What if in the future, you want another child Hoseok? I can’t give it to you and I will not be able to live with your disappointment…”
“Y/N… we have So Mi, and if we really want to have child of our own later, we can always adopt, there are many children out there waiting for a home to come to, we can give them that too.”
“But… it’s not your flesh and blood, will you be okay with that?”
“Will you?” He asks back.
“I’ve always thought of doing it later in life… to be honest…” You confess. Yes, you have been thinking about it, if maybe in the future, when you are already settled in life, you want to adopt a child and care for him/her as your own. You never thought the possibility of sharing that dream with someone else.
“It settles then, if you want it then I will support you.”
“But how about you? I mean, I don’t have any choices, but you have Hoseok.” You caress his cheek just because you really are touched with how beautiful his mind is.
“And I choose you.” He kisses your palm. “Come on, let’s go inside, you’ve worked hard to dress up tonight, let’s not ruin your makeup before people can see how beautiful you are.”
You smile and nod, praying silently for Hee Young, may she rest in peace and love, and if you are allowed to love Hoseok as much as she did, you would be the luckiest woman alive.
“Miss Y/N! Oh my God, your drawing is incredible, it’s so pretty and really suited our space!” Taeri, one of Hoseok’s team running to you when you are stepping into the girl’s section of the store. It’s almost 30 minutes after you’ve arrived, but Hoseok had been introducing you around to some people from his office and also the associates and vendors.
There’s no absolute reason for Hoseok to be more attractive than he is, but he always proves you wrong. Seeing him discussing work, looking very serious and attentive ignites more flames inside you, and it makes you very restless. The occasional brush of his hand on your lower back when he steers you from one group of people to another also adds the butterflies straight into your stomach.
“Thank you so much Taeri, you also helped me a lot with everything.” You hug each other.
“Oh no no, Mr. Jung was right, you are very talented, don’t tell anyone but I think I’ve heard that they would ask for another art for stores in another branch!” Taeri claps her hands in excitement and you can’t help to get excited with her too.
“Has Mr. Jung introduced you to the Manager from Incheon area?”
You glance at Hoseok who is deep in talks with Mr. Han, one of the top vendors in the company. “No, I don’t think so Taeri.”
“Come on, let me introduce you to Mr. Lee.” She takes your wrist and pulls you closer to whisper in your ear. “Fair warning, he’s so handsome!” She giggles.
You laugh lightly at her, Taeri is a fiery young woman, very outgoing and friendly, that’s why it was easy for you to get closer to her even after the art project is done. You never told her about the dynamic between Hoseok and you though because you don’t want to put Hoseok in a tight spot since he’s technically her boss.
“Mr. Lee, let me introduce you to the artist whose drawing you’ve praised earlier, this is Ms. Y/L/N Y/N.”
“Good evening Ms. Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Lee Junho, General Manager from Incheon Area.” He outstretches his hand for a shake and you take his. Taeri was not exaggerating when she said he’s handsome, because he really is. Fluffy wavy hair, jet black suit on, black shirt and a deep emerald green tie, he is definitely attractive.
“Nice to meet you too Mr. Lee.” You nod respectfully.
“Champagne Ms. Y/L/N?” He hands you a flute while taking one for himself too.
“Thank you.” You take the flute and sip on the gold liquid slowly. Taeri excuses herself as she suddenly receives a call.
“So Ms. Y/L/N, I see your work really are match with the artist herself.”
“Oh, why is that Mr. Lee?”
“Both equally beautiful.” He winks as he sips his champagne slowly.
Oh so he’s a charmer too. You give him a polite smile. “You’re giving us both too much credit Mr. Lee.”
“Please call me Junho, and I’m most certainly not. I’m interested to have your art too for Incheon stores if you’re up for it?”
“Oh I’m flattered Mr. Lee, but really, it’s just a doodle of mine…”
“Well, Ms. Y/L/N, your “doodle” is currently hung at our main store in Seoul, so I’m sure the Visual Merch team had approved it, and that’s enough validation for me.” Junho moves closer to you, gesturing his flute to meet yours in a salute.
As you were about to move your flute to cheers with him, a hand snuck its way around the back of your waist, making you let out a little gasp in surprise.
“Here you are, I’ve been looking for you.” Hoseok whispers just above your ear but loud enough for Junho to hear.
Just as you are trying to find words for yourself. Hoseok extends his right hand towards Junho, his left still snuck behind your waist, pulling you a little closer to his side. “Hey Junho, how’s it going?”
Junho smirks at him, catches the way he subtly claims you as his. “I’m great man, just talking to Ms. Y/L/N here, fabulous art she created, propose her to do it for our Incheon stores too if she’d like.”
“She is, isn’t she?” Hoseok kisses the crown of your head as he smirks back at Junho. “Would you like to do it sweetheart?”
You blush at his pet name, also a little bit confused at how confident he is to be calling you that in an office environment. “Yes… I think it would be great, don’t you think?”
“I’m supporting any of your decision, that’s for sure.”
“Anyways, Ms. Y/L/N, our team will be in contact for the details, and Hoseok, great to see you man, come by anytime and we’ll eat at that barbecue spot you love so much.” Junho dismisses himself with a nod.
“Sure, I’ll text you Junho.”
You are about to ask more questions when Hoseok grabs your hand and leads you out to the main store area and finally to the elevator towards the basement parking lot.
“Are we going home now?” You peer at him, seeing him clenches his jaw a bit.
“Let’s just leave first.” He answers shortly, taking your hand again into the elevator once it opens.
“Wouldn’t people be looking for us, we haven’t said goodbye to Taeri and then…”
But your words are cut short when Hoseok hovers over you, hand cupping your jaw gently but firm. “I can just text them later, but Y/N, this can’t wait, can I kiss you? please?” Leaning his forehead against yours, you can feel his breathe on your lips. Unable to form a word, you tug at his suit’s lapel to close your lips upon his.
The electrifying feeling all over your body is definitely something you won’t easily forget. The tingling sensations within your stomach, the giddy feelings of your head, as if your body is floating on air. But there’s not much things you can think about when Hoseok pulls your nape closer, deepening the kiss. You move along with him, following the sensual rhythm of his lips. When he prods his tongue along your lips, you open your mouth a little bit, to give him more access exploring your warm cavern.
With a last soft bite on your lower lips, he pulls back, chest heaving, eyes darken and hazy, stilling on yours. His hands are still cupping your jaw, thumb stroking the apple of your cheeks lazily.
“I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t see you with other man like that, all I want to do is to claim you as mine.”
The elevator door opens at Basement 1, just where Hoseok parked his car. He takes your hand again, intertwining your fingers in his as he opens the door to your side, placing his right hand just above your head to make sure you don’t bump onto the car.
Once he gets inside, you waste no time to pull him towards you for another kiss. All your insecurities and doubts evaporate when you see the determination in his eyes tonight. You’ve never felt that wanted in your life, and for once, you wanted to let go. You want to savor him just the way he is, and if God forbid you don’t work out, you will soldier through it. But for now, you want him just as much as he wants you and you need to show him that.
Your hand travels to his hair and down towards the back of his neck, scraping the ends of his dark brown locks. While his are moving up and down your shoulders to your arms, eventually one hand squeezing your waist making you whimper. He gives you one last peck before coming up for air.
“Come back to my place?”
You brush the strand of hair falling on his forehead and nod. “Okay.”
The journey home fills with thick tension that makes both of you unable to speak much, however Hoseok keeps his left hand over your thigh, slowly caressing whenever he’s able to, sending shivers running down your spine. You are anxious for sure because, you haven’t told him yet, but you haven’t had sex with someone for a long long time. Ever since you moved to Seoul, you haven’t been intimate with anyone, not only because you’re scared about relationships but also you’re just very shy.
The car parks seamlessly outside Hoseok’s house. He kisses your temple before going out and opening your door. Since there, everything feels like a blurry scene from a movie, from the moment Hoseok gets down on his knee to unstrap your heels, to the way he carries you bridal style to his room, that you’ve never ventured before no matter how many times you’ve been here.
He slowly lowers you down to sit on the edge of his bed, while he towers over you. His hand caresses your cheek gently, even when his eyes are dark with lust.
“Y/N, sweetheart… I want you, all of you, so much, will you let me have you tonight?” He gets down to his knees again, in between your legs, hands slowly hiking the skirt of your dress up to accommodate more of himself, closer to you.
You lean over to kiss him slowly. “I want you to… but, I haven’t done this for a long while…” You say timidly.
He looks at you with eyes full of adoration. “Me too, I haven’t been with anyone too since…”
You cup his cheeks with both of your hands. “Wanna get lost together then?”
He kisses you with urgency now, hands sneaking inside your skirt that’s now pooled around your thighs, making you whimper with needs. Yours are busy too, unbuttoning his suit’s jacket, helping him taking it off without stopping the kiss. Once you throw the jacket away, your hands go down to untuck the white shirt from his slacks. He helps you unbuttoning the shirt and again, the clothing is thrown to the other side of the room while you two giggle.
His kisses travel to your jaw and slowly lower to your neck, while his hands go behind your back to unzip your dress. When it hits the end of the zipper just on your lower back, he slowly slides off the dress down your shoulder, exposing your nude silky strapless bra.
“God, you’re beautiful.” He captures your lips for another kiss, while his hands slither around your shoulders and finally find the clasp of your bra before releasing your tits out of its confine.
Soft moans escaping your lips when he palms you over, calloused fingers thumbing your hardened nipples, you’re sure the matching nude panty you’re wearing are soaking wet now. Becoming more and more restless with the way Hoseok touching your body, you tug on his belt, and hurriedly unbutton and unzip his grey slacks.
With the pants loosely hung around his waist, Hoseok rises up to his feet and pick you up by your waist, moving you further up on bed. You both let out another giggle as he tries to tuck down your gown, wiggling around, you help him to take the rest of your underwear, leaving you bare under his stare.
Instinctively, you cross your arms around your chest and look slightly away. Hoseok leans down, kissing you slowly while unwrapping your arms away from your chest.
“You don’t need to be shy around me ever again, sweetheart.” He mumbles between kisses. His hand guide yours to palm the bulge on his pants. Gasping a little feeling his erection for the first time, you gather all the confidence in you and start squeezing it gently, earning hisses from him.
“See how hard you made me? You’re gorgeous.”
While he kisses all the way to your chest, tongue circling around your buds, you raise your knee a bit to put some pressure in between his leg, making him squirm. With every groan and moan coming out of his mouth, not only your arousal keeps building up but also your confidence. Ensuring you that he wants you as much as you want him.
“Hnhh… Hoseok…” Your fingers threading his brown locks as he envelopes your tits. Suddenly the urge to please him kicks in you, as you try to push him back and sit back up on the bed.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Hoseok’s concern face melts your heart.
“I… I want to make you feel good…” You tug on his waistband.
“Are… are you sure?”
You nod eagerly, tugging down his pants along with his boxer. His fully erected dick slaps on his abdomen, veiny shaft pulsing with glistening precum oozing from the head. Your confidence falters a bit just because you kind of taken aback by how big actually it is, would it fit in your mouth? And what if you accidently scratch your teeth on it, you don’t want to hurt him…
“Y/N… sweetheart… it’s okay, we’ll take it slow okay?” Hoseok caresses your cheek again, still amazes you of how incredibly sweet he is, but you know it must be painful for him to hold back, so you need to get yourself together.
You reach both of your hands to engulf his shaft tentatively, and when you peer up at him, you can see how even a single touch from you really affect him that much, his eyes closed, head thrown back a bit. His hands cover yours to help you move up and down, covering his length with his precum.
“Sweetheart, put a little bit more pressure on it please…” He squeezes your hands and you understood the assignment.
“Hoseok, why don’t you sit down, I can do this…” You tug him down and he follows suit, making his way to lean back against the bed’s headboard.
You position yourself across his knees, just when you about to lean down and take his length into your mouth, he cups your jaw and kisses your lips.
“You are doing amazing, you know that right?” With his words of affirmation, your chest swells with pride and even more determination to make him feel good tonight.
You nod and start licking his shaft right from the base towards the tip. With several more licks, you grow more confident and open your mouth as wide as you can, taking all his length into your warm mouth.
“Ah, shit, Y/N…” Hoseok’s hands create a makeshift ponytail of your hair and guide you to move your head up and down.
You squeal a bit when his tip meets the back of your throat, but the way he squirms and hisses makes you feel aroused rather than hurt, absentmindedly you move around, brushing your wet folds against his knees. Moaning at the friction, Hoseok feels even more pleasure with the vibration within your mouth.
“Baby, baby, stop, please, I don’t wanna cum now.” He holds your head from continue bobbing. Releasing his dick from your mouth, you come up for air, wiping your dripping saliva from the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Come here.” He motions you to sit further up on his lap. Lips capturing yours for the nth time tonight. One of his hand travels south to your core, thumbs circling around your pulsing clit, making you moan against his lips.
“Please… please… Hoseok…”
He hums against your mouth. “What is it sweetheart?”
He inserts his middle finger slowly inside your sopping folds. Pumping one finger in, exploring your spongey walls.
“Feels so good…” You move your hips quicker against his finger.
“Yeah? Ready for one more okay sweetheart, I need to stretch you out.”
With that said, he inserts his ring finger and thrusting even more quickly, making you moan louder. Closing your mouth on his jaw to mute yourself, your arms are thrown around his neck, while your hips ride his fingers desperately.
“Oh my God!” You can’t hold back your scream when you feel like something inside your stomach is about to snap. Hoseok’s fingers keep scissoring inside your clenching walls and he can feel you’re about to come. So he put more pressure on your clit with his thumb, lips making way to your tits to stimulate you further.
“Come on sweetheart cum for me, I know you’re close, let go for me.”
Within seconds, you feel the knot within your stomach snaps, dotted stars behind your closed eyelids, hips jerking and then weakens against Hoseok’s thighs. Heart still beating rapidly when you feel his hand tucking loose strands to the back of your ear. He kisses your sweaty forehead gently.
“I need to see your face the next time you cum, you’re so beautiful.”
Hoseok then lifts you up to lay you back down on his bed. Stroking your hair, he holds himself with his elbows above you, eyes filled with adoration.
“I like you so much Ms. Y/N, do you know that?”
You can’t help but giggle. “I like you too Mr. Jung, so so much.” Feeling his hardened dick brush against your wet folds, you gasp.
“Do you trust me? I don’t have any condom with me Y/N, but I haven’t been with anyone I promise.” He kisses your forehead.
“I trust you, and I too haven’t been with anyone.” You hold his hardened length and guide it into your warm entrance, legs widening even more to accommodate him closer.
Once his tip slides in, you both moan in unison. Been deprived from intimacy for so long, you both savors each passing seconds as he pushes further and further inside. It hurts for you, not going to lie, but the pleasure it brings overwhelms your other senses. Your heart filled with adoration and love for this man that every surface of yours touched by him makes your heart flutters.
“Is it hurt?” He caresses your cheek.
You shake your head, taking his nape closer to you, you kiss him with fervor while your hips ruts against his, silently pleading for him to move.
He starts to thrust languidly, concern that you will get hurt if he picks up the pace even though he desperately wants to. But to his surprise, you’re the one who raises your hips to meet his thrust hastily, making it harder for him to hold back.
“Shit, slow down sweetheart, won’t last long if you keep doing that.”
Your hold in his forearms tighten. “Msorry… it’s just… feels so good, please…”
Feeling he can’t hold it in any longer, Hoseok puts your thighs above his elbows and start thrusting in faster pace, eager to reach that high with you.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” You clench his bedsheets tighter, feeling your high is approaching.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum inside, cum inside me.” Your breathing becomes more labored now you can feel you’re really close. Sneaking your hand down to your clit, you rub your finger in circling motion, and with Hoseok’s rapid thrusts, your orgasm hit you with another delirious wave.
The additional clenching from your pussy pushes Hoseok over his edge as he spurts ropes of cum inside your walls, hips stuttering against your pelvis, he lets out a satisfied sigh while he sits back on his knees, your thighs still spreading over his. Mixture of your cum and his dripping slowly from your swollen pussy as he slowly takes his softening dick out.
“Wait here.” He kisses your forehead before getting down from the bed and makes his way to the door just besides his drawers, that you assume must be the bathroom.
He comes back to bed in just few minutes with a damp towel. “Let me clean you up.” He wipes the drying cum from between your thighs thoroughly, making you letting out quiet giggles because you feel ticklish in some areas. With another towel, he wipes the sweat off your foreheads, and from your arms, even in between the valley of your breasts.
He kisses you again on the lips. “Go pee sweetheart, bathroom is over there okay, I’ll get you some water from downstairs.” He takes your hand to guide you up. Then, he takes a pair of pajama pants from his drawer before putting it on and goes outside the bedroom.
You slowly walk to his bathroom, the black and white granite with black brass faucets and showerhead is minimalistic yet very stylish. The smell of sandalwood from a reed diffuser adds calming and relaxing mood. Toiletries are lining up neatly above the countertops. You can’t help but smiling widely, being allowed to be in Hoseok’s personal space like now. Seeing a white bathrobe hanging behind the door, you decided to wear it before going back to the bedroom.
“There you are, have some drink okay.” Hoseok motions you to the glass of water on his nightstand. He himself is standing just near his desk where you see a Harman Kardon speaker, and in no time, you can hear Lullaboy’s Someone Like You playing softly.
You sit on the edge of his bed, just admiring the movement of his back muscles. Hoseok is lean, but he definitely has strong muscles as you could feel it under your touch just minutes ago. Your eyes suddenly meet with his as he turns and makes his way to you. Sitting just besides you, he takes your hand and kisses it.
“Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?”
You shake your head, adjusting in his bed so you can look straight at him, you circle your arms around his neck.
“Hoseok?”
“Yes?”
“Do you feel guilty?”
You can feel him taken aback by your question, but you know you needed to ask him this. He looks down for a moment, and you give him the space he needs.
“I… I don’t think I do… if anything, I feel, relieved?”
You knit your eyebrows questioningly.
“I feel like… all the weight in my heart just disappear… like I’m at peace, I think Hee Young will like you too if she’s still around, that’s why I feel relieved.”
You hug him tightly, burying your face on his neck.
“I… For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel lonely anymore…”
He tightens your embrace and kisses your temple. “Me too… you wanna come along tomorrow to pick So Mi up?”
You pull back from him, cupping his cheeks. “Isn’t she with your mom and sister?”
“Yup, wanna introduce you to them if you don’t mind.” His eyes sparkling with excitement you can’t help but giggle again.
“You think they’ll be okay? You with me?”
“Sweetheart, they’ll love you as much as I do, I can guarantee that.”
5 years later
“Jung So Mi, you ready to meet your little brother?”
The young girl stands up abruptly from the grey couch of the living room when she hears her father’s voice.
“Oh my God, he’s here??” She jumps up and down excitedly. Her long jet-black hair bouncing around.
Hoseok helps you with the baby bag as you take careful steps towards the living room, carrying 8 months old baby boy named Jung Dae Hyun.
2 years ago, Hoseok asked you to marry him, and also to legally adopted So Mi as your daughter. So Mi was very happy to have you as her mother, even though you always remind her that Hee Young should always live inside her heart as her birth mother, and to always send prayers her way.
Life had been very fulfilling for the three of you, until just a year ago, Hoseok brought up the conversation. Thinking that if you still had the dream of adopting another child, you should start the process as it could take you some time to comply all the legal activities. Initially you told him that having So Mi is enough for you, but Hoseok knew you better, that you would always want to raise a baby. All the legal and administrational activities finally brought you to this day, with Dae Hyun in your arms, all giggling and smiling.
“He’s so cute, oh my God!” 9 years old So Mi can easily hold Dae Hyun in her arms, pinching his chubby cheeks.
“Oh my God, congratulations you two, he’s so precious, Dae Hyun isn’t it?” Hoseok’s mother joins you from the kitchen as she takes off her apron and put it on the kitchen island.
“Thank you eomma.” You hug her tightly as she pats your hair. Hoseok had been right all years ago when he said that his family would welcome you with open arms. That you shouldn’t feel embarrassed or afraid with your condition. His mother, father and sister really treated you as if you are their own family member.
“Is your mother & father coming in today Y/N?” She asks while cooing at Dae Hyun.
“Yes eomma, they will come later to see him.”
“He’s so precious, isn’t he?” She then takes him from So Mi’s arms.
“He is.” You pinch Dae Hyun’s cheek again and give your mother in law’s cheek a peck.
Hoseok put his arms around your waist from behind, head resting on your shoulder, watching his mother and daughter playing around with his youngest son.
“How do you feel sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, kissing your earlobe gently.
“Happy, very very happy.” You glance at him on your side, planting a sweet kiss on his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He kisses you back.
“Now we are complete, aren’t we?” You lean back to him, basking in the precious moment.
“We always are sweetheart.”
Author’s Note: Thank you very much for reading Findng Hope and I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. As always, comments and feedbacks are really appreciated. Stay safe and healthy everyone!!
Christmas enthusiast Hobi is determined to get his partner excited for Christmas
@ajcf Sorry i couldn’t fit in the ass fucking hope you like it!
“Bah Humbug, Hobi.” You scowl as he drapes tinsel around your shoulders. It’s only the 1st of December and it already looks like an elf exploded throughout your apartment.
“Oh come on Y/n… Tis the season right?” He grins flopping over the side of your chair and into your lap.
“I purposefully stayed in Korea to avoid Christmas.” You grumble as he plays with the tinsel around your neck.
“Oh come on let me show you how fun Christmas can really be… at least when you’re spending it with me…” He winks and rolls off of you in the least graceful way possible. He lands on the floor with a thud before attempting to redeem himself with a French girl pose to rival Kate Winslet. You roll your eyes, tossing the tinsel in his face. You turn your attention back to the TV.
He huffs and stalks off into another room. He leaves you undisturbed for a couple of hours after that, although you do occasionally hear him giggling to himself. Never a good sign. Eventually, he comes back into the living room, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
That grin doesn’t leave his face for the next few days…
A number of suspicious parcels arrive over the next few, each time Hobi intercepts the post and squirrels them away into your bedroom. Each time you sigh. Subtlety really isn’t his speciality. You really had been hoping for a quieter Christmas this year, but your over-excitable boyfriend clearly had other plans. You bought him presents too, but by the time the 12th of December arrived, you were concerned by just how many things had been appearing.
That evening he presented you with a makeshift advent calendar.
12 boxes of varying sizes laid out and a stoking filled with raffle tickets for you to pick from each day.
He shook the stocking and held it out for you to pick your first present. You try to amp up your energy up to meet his, half-mocking, half really trying to be supportive. You make a show of picking the first number from the red sock and dramatically flourish the small paper as you remove it.
“SEVEN!” You announce a little too loudly.
“Ah that’s more of a present for me… I think you’ll still enjoy it” You cock your head to the side questioning him as he reaches for one of the flatter boxes in his collection. You undo the pretty bow as Hobi practically starts to vibrate with excitement. He bites his bottom lip as you pull away the tissue paper to reveal delicate red lingerie. It’s a beautiful set, lace and satin, very clearly expensive, and very much to your tastes.
“Why is it a present for you? Is it for you to wear?” You tease holding the bra up to his chest.
“Not these, but we can get me a matching set if that gets you going.” He winks.
“I’m going to hold you to that.” You tease, taking the panties from the box and walking away to try them on. You put the set on quickly, barely adjusting the straps to give you some extra umph for the limited wear time. You then grab hold of Hobi’s robe to cover yourself.
You come back and find Hobi sat on the sofa with his legs spread wide, leaning back like he was king of the world. You drop the robe down your shoulder a little revealing one of the red straps. Suddenly you have his full attention. He springs forward in the chair, hands reaching out for you to step between. Each stride you take, a little more of the robe drops until it’s a forgotten puddle on the floor and his hands are on your bare thighs.
…..
The next day your excitement is slightly less forced as you wait to be offered a new ticket. It’s mid-afternoon when Hobi produces the stocking. You reach for the soft garment, retrieving a new number.
“Three.” You say, peering at the boxes to check the numbers. In all fairness you really had your eye on number 9, it was oddly ring-box shaped…
Hobi hands you an envelope and you squint, wondering why he looks so pleased over the least enticing of the presents. You open the envelop to find a selection of coupons. The first few are innocuous. There’s some get out of jail free cards, shopping trips, date cards, meal tickets. The second booklet on the other hand contains some much more interesting suggestions.
‘Peg me’
‘Eat you raw’
‘Anywhere, Anytime’
Just to name a few.
“Anything you want to cash in now?” He asks wiggling his eyebrows.
“As a matter of fact…” You peel away one of the coupons as seductively as you can manage. You hand it to him delicately and wait for his reaction. You can’t help but laugh as his expression goes from horny to beyond done with you.
“Okay, what do you want?”
“Big Mac meal and a McFlurry please baby.” You bat your eyelashes and kiss him on the cheek. He grumbles to himself as he tosses the used fast-food coupon into the trash on the way out of the door.
….
The next day Hobi has to work late and by the time he gets home you’re already fast asleep on the sofa so you never get to take your pick of boxes.
….
The day after you get the luxury of picking two at once. You pull 8 and 2.
You unwrap 2 first, being in a bag it was easier to open. You find a few flavoured lubes laying at the bottom: egg nog, candy cane, and cinnamon hot chocolate. Definitely not flavours you’d choose for yourself but maybe a fun holiday choice, especially if Hobi was tasting them not you.
Number 8 conveniently had an adorable little Santa butt plug nestled into the little box.
“Is this for me or for you?” Referencing the pegging coupon you had already been given.
“Oh I definitely want to see that nestled between your cheeks angel.” He grins, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom. Knowing his mind, you get on to all fours on the bed. He wastes no time pulling your trousers down so he can look at you.
He picks the candy cane lube from the bag and dribbles a little between your checks and onto his fingers. He pushes his pointer finger inside of you gently curling a little wen he gets about halfway. That is when the lube starts to tingle. You moan as the cool liquid runs from where Hobi poured it to your pussy. The mint smell accompanying the cooling sensation makes it feel so much more intense as he pushes a second finger in. He scissors the digits in your ass preparing you for the plug. You clench around him.
“So tight for me angel… relax.” His free hand reaches around to play with your clit. His touch instantly as you turn to mailable putty, allowing for a third finger to be pushed inside. You fall forward as the pleasure builds. One hand works tirelessly against your clit as he pulls the other from your ass and reaches for Santa.
He pours more of the cooling lube onto the plug and presses against your hole. The stretch still feels a little tight, but the burn makes it feel all the better. You whine when he takes his fingers away from your clit so he can admire your new accessory properly. He then reaches to flick a switch you hadn’t noticed before and it starts to buzz. You wriggle at the strange sensation.
You barely have time to adjust before he is flipping you on your back.
“I think it’s time to taste the new lube angel… Don’t you?” He lowers his face to your pussy and hovers for just a second to wait for your answer.
“Tell me if it’s good baby.” You respond and he dives in. His tongue swipes from your perineum to your entrance gathering as much of you as he does the lube. He pulls away to show you his dripping tongue. He lets it dribble back onto you before dipping back for seconds.
“My tongue tingles.” He laughs breaking the sexy mood he had previously created. “But you always taste amazing, and I guess now minty fresh.” He grins from between your legs. You don’t notice his hand sneaking to press against the plug vibrating in your ass until it’s too late.
You arch off the bed as the plug reaches deeper, pushing your pussy into his face. He accepts gladly. His nose rubs against your clit as his tongue explores your entrance. He licks as deep as he can. Slurping sounds echo through the room as he tries in vain to reach deeper. Two fingers replace his nose, giving you more controlled pleasure. You cry out as he drives you over the edge, fingers curling into his hair to keep him in place even though he has no intention of pulling away.
Eventually, you let him go and he switches off the toy vibrating toy, but he doesn’t remove it.
“Keep that there, you might need it for tomorrows present.” He says patting your bum as he pulls away.
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Happy Hoe-lidays
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For her, he was her safe-haven, her world, her happiness. However, what if he wasn’t what she thought.
Tags: Angst, Jerk!Namjoon, College au, Namjoon-centric (1k+)
Prompt: I was yours but you were never mine.
☾ Kim Seokjin
An Act (Workplace au) ☂ ✔
Synopsis:
It was beautiful. The laughter, the giggles, the love. It was worthy to be part of a hallmark movie. Not a moment was spent without a smile on their faces.
Unfortunately... It was too good to be true.
Tags: Angst, Strangers to lovers to enemies, Workplace au, Slice of life au, Jerk!Jin, Jin-centric (2k+)
☾ Min Yoongi
Coming soon
☾ Jung Hoseok
Coming soon
☾ Park Jimin
Mutual Hatred (Workplace au) ❀ ✔
Synopsis:
When the two of them hate each other with such a passion, meetings were filled with glares and sarcastic comments. No one would have thought that an irresponsible manager and mutual hatred was all that was needed.
Tags: Fluff, Enemies to lovers, Workplace au, Jimin-centric (4k+)
☾ Kim Taehyung
Calycanthus Floridus (College au) ❀ ✔
Synopsis:
A simple story about an art major trying to court the cold guy in the corner.
Tags: Fluff, SFW, Cold!Taehyung, College au, Taehyung-centric (2k+)
☾ Jeon Jungkook
What Is Love? (College au) ✔ ❀ ♡
Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Epilogue (Final)
Synopsis:
She just wanted to finish college, not really caring about anything else. Jungkook, on the other hand, can barely cough without causing an eruption of giggles from the other students. His round glasses and adorable naïve face attracting more than half of the school body. As the two are put in a group for a project, they realise they have more in common apart from their dorky love for biology.
Tags: Fluff, SFW, Nerd!Jungkook, College au, Jungkook-centric (11k)
Tags: Fluff, SFW, Cold!Jungkook, Arranged Marriage AU, Jungkook-centric, CEO!Jungkook, Workplace AU
Sinner (Guardian Angel AU) ✎ ❀ ♡
Intro, Ch1, Ch2, Ch3 (Ongoing)
Synopsis:
Jungkook never had to worry about money, born into a silver spoon. However, when he gets assigned to a guardian angel to wash away his sins, life takes an unexpected turn.
Tags: Fluff, SFW, Jungkook-centric, Fantasy AU, School AU, Richboy!Jungkook
