#jhopefic

[aestheticstayarmy]

His obsession with you began when you accompanied your best friend Kang hosu to a party. It was a private party that you’d reluctantly gone to because you had nothing to do that weekend. You remembered that you’d worn an emerald hanbok style dress - nothing too fancy as that was the only thing close to elegant party wear that you had in your closet - you could’ve sworn that he was staring at your thighs in the way-past- the- knee length dress, but since men staring at you had become a part and parcel of your existence, you knew it was way more than the dress you had on.

You rarely drank alcohol, it was something that never came naturally to you as it came to others, and the full glass of whiskey in front of you just proved how apathetic you were towards drinking.

You didn’t know why, but no one ever wrote an instruction manual on how to be a grade a alcoholic now did they? Hosu was a dictionary definition of alcoholism and it was times like this that you begin to question why you’d even bothered coming to this party.

You absent mindedly picked the lint off your gown as hosu moved towards you with a half empty glass of whiskey, his almond shaped eyes crinkling with the smile he had on his face.

“Enjoying the party?” He asked planting a kiss on your cheek, the black straw in the glass of alcohol dangling from the rim of the glass… “and why is your glass still full?”

He questioned after he noticed that you hadn’t taken a sip out of it yet.

“I’m trying not to drink,” You said shrugging nonchalantly as Hosu took the cup from your hand and held onto it himself, his free hand caressing your cheek tenderly mocking you.

“you’re such a square” he teased as he downed the rest of his glass before placing it back down on the counter. Your glass of whiskey remained untouched on the counter.

There was no response coming out of your mouth except for a slight pout and you looked away from him. A couple of girls approached you giggling while Hosu laughed and talked with them like he’d known them for years as he stared at you from where he stood next to you on the other side of the room, his gaze lingering on the two girls for several moments before he finally broke off.

“Come dance”

another voice that wasn’t Hosu’s said . You turned your head slightly to the right to look at the person standing there and found yourself face to face with the man who’d been mentally undressing you earlier. He was clad in all black with hair to match, his brown eyes dilating as he eyed you, cunningly watching your every move. the mole above his top lip seemed to stand out more prominently than any other facial feature on him that you could notice. “It will be fun. Please, join me.”

You smiled politely at him, as you slowly put your hands in his.

if only, if only you’d known better than to give him your hands.

looks could be terribly deceiving right?

[1rmono]

yoonseok #10 "come over here and make me"

“Please?”

“Come over here and make me.”

“Yoongi, for goodness sake, you look adorable no matter what you wear, can you please just put on the wig and come out?”

Hoseok knows this isn’t enough to convince a pouting Yoongi who is sitting cross legged on the bedroom floor, full length pink dress haphazardly draped over his delicate frame, bright red wig cast aside so that it looked like a sad cat that refused to move.

“Nope,” Yoongi says adamantly, eyes fixed on Hoseok standing at the entrance of the bedroom door in stubborn resilience. Hoseok sighs, leaning against the door frame.

“Baby, it’s Halloween,” Hoseok says soothingly, “we’re supposed to dress up.”

“We’re not obligated to conform to societies expectations of our outfit choices for one randomly assigned night of the year,” Yoongi says and Hoseok crosses his arms and grins. Yoongi loves using big words to get his way out of doing things he didn’t like. Not that it ever worked on Hoseok, though.

“Cmon babe, how are we supposed to give the neighborhood kids candy if we don’t dress up as the wholesome gay couple next door?”

Yoongi considers this for a moment before jutting his lip out at Hoseok and Hoseok thinks it’s cute, how Yoongi acts like he’s the toughest five feet nothing to walk the block to the whole world, but with Hoseok, Yoongi is suddenly a six year old, needy, whining and always wanting more attention.

“Let’s trade costumes then,” Yoongi suggests for the millionth time and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Yoongi, we’ve been over this. We decided I’d be Spiderman and you’d be Mary-Jane four weeks ago. My costume isn’t even going to fit you, babe.”

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Yoongi grumbles and Hoseok laughs.

“Dude, you wanted to be Mary-Jane last month. You asked for the red wig and everything.”

“What kind of person calls his husband ‘dude’?”

“What kind of husband goes back on his word?”

“The kind that was very tipsy and would have agreed to shoving a whole pineapple up my ass to get you to fuck me that night,” Yoongi snaps back without a trace of embarrassment.

“God, Yoongi, it’s just a costume. I’m literally wearing a latex skintight thing that makes me look like I crawled out of Satan’s asshole. It’s itchy and it’s embarrassing but I’m doing it.”

“There’s a difference,” Yoongi yells and Hoseok cocks an eyebrow. “You look sexy enough to be edible in that costume and I look like I just ran out of a rancid jungle.”

“Yoongi, I told you, you look perf-“

`”Nope.”

“Please?” Hoseok asks, running his hands through his hair in near-defeat, “please be my fictional girlfriend? For one night?”

“Come over here and make me.”

Hoseok can tell Yoongi knows what he’s just asked for one second after it hits Hoseok and there’s a quick grin on Yoongi lips he isn’t quick enough to press down as Hoseok advances towards him in quick, long steps so that he’s suddenly two centimeters away from Yoongi expectant face.

“If you put on the costume, I’ll make sure the neighbors know how grateful you’re gonna be you did tonight,” Hoseok says in a low voice and there’s a satisfying visible shiver down Yoongi’s spine.

“See me changed in five,” Yoongi says after clearing his throat in a monotone voice. Hoseok smirks and pecks Yoongi’s lips.

“Make it three.”

Yoongi doesn’t argue.

otp drabble challenge

[1rmono]

Are you still taking prompts? If so, 27 yoonseok pls

“We’re going downtown.”

“There’s a strip club downtown.”

“Min Yoongi, I am going to kill you.”

There are only a few things that can take away Yoongi’s attention from his Saturday afternoon ritual of playing Call of Duty: Black Ops III. Being in college meant Yoongi barely saw the inside of his room most days hurrying to classes and grinding at the library which left him with wistful stares in the direction of his console in between Calculus study sessions. And with Taehyung out probably fucking Jungkook, this was as good a time as any other to catch up on some video games.

Well, except when Hoseok says that.

Yoongi hits pause an turns around.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t you dare pull that innocent shit on me, hyung, I fucking swear-” and now Hoseok is so close that their faces are three inches away and Yoongi has no option but to look directly into Hoseok’s eyes.

The fact that he likes Hoseok a whole damn lot does not help fight down the intense blush that creeps up on his cheeks at his proximity. Luckily, Hoseok doesn’t notice.

“What the fuck is this?” Hoseok demands, thrusting his phone at Yoongi. Yoongi blinks, squinting at Hoseok’s cracked screen (there wasn’t a single time in the history of Jung Hoseok owning a new cellphone that he hadn’t managed to tragically damage it this way within the first week of having one so that Hoseok’s standards have lowered considerably and “as long as it works, hyung” is a sufficient philosophy for now).

“It’s my Twitter,” Yoongi says, shrugging and Hoseok splutters, half in exasperation and half in disbelief.

“‘Min Yoongi retweeted Namjoon’s tweet “i feel like yoongi hyung’s ideal type is choi sooyoung” and said “listen brat, i only fuck guys”’?”

“And?” Yoongi shrugs. It’s hard for Yoongi to concentrate on anything because Hoseok is wearing a tank top and god, it’s taking every ounce of Yoongi’s concentration to look nonchalant and not blatantly stare at Hoseok’s pretty arms.

Hoseok on the other hand, looks like he might explode in frustration.

“And,” he says, nearly screaming, “you’re gay?”

“So what?”

“You’re telling me that we’ve known each other for two years and you’ve been gay this whole time.”

“Yup.”

“God,” Hoseok says, slapping his forehead, “do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to stop myself from hitting on you?”

If Yoongi thinks he was blushing before, it’s nothing compared to what he’s doing now and he’s red that he has to look away and turn back to his game.

“That’s what you’ve been bringing the ceiling down for this whole time?” Yoongi mumbles, unpausing the game.

“Don’t you fucking dare make me look like the one that’s crazy, hyung I-”

“You free at 8?” Yoongi interrupts. There is a short silence and then a huff of affirmation.

“Great, we’re going downtown.”

“There’s a strip club downtown.”

“And also an Italian place, asshole,” Yoongi smirks before looking back at Hoseok.

“I’ll pick you up 7:30. Sound good?”

This time it’s Hoseok’s turn to blush and there’s a small smile he’s fighting down at the edge of his lips before nodding ever so slightly and storming out and slamming the door shut.

Yoongi thinks it’s cute how Hoseok forgets that the walls are thin because he can hear Hoseok squealing down the entire hall.

[1rmono]

We Miss Playing Pretend (YoonSeok)

☛ Hoseok knows exactly what kind of motivation Yoongi needs at 4 AM.

✘  1k words, yoonseok idolverse!AU

“It’s raining again.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything but Hoseok knows Yoongi hears him from the way his lips curl into a thin line and his feet twitch ever so slightly under the shabby covers on the studio’s couch.

“C’mon, lets get back to work,” Hoseok nudges Yoongi up. The elder doesn’t protest; god knows they’re used to this. They’re used to the digital clock on the studio wall reminding them that it’s 3:19 AM, used to giving themselves small twenty minute naps between drained black coffees and hopeless clawing at any semblance of an REM cycle.

“Chocolate?” Hoseok offers and Yoongi shakes his head ever so slightly, already immersed in the track they’ve been working on for the past thirteen hours.

“When will Namjoon get his ass down here and help out,” Yoongi growls, glaring at the laptop screen, headphones hanging off his neck.

“You know he’s working on a separate track right now, hyung,” Hoseok sighs. It’s the kind of hour when even Hoseok can’t pretend to put on a fake show of weak smiles and transient happiness exuding like sunshine from every inch of him because god, he is so tired.

(It’s not like Yoongi can’t tell when Hoseok fakes it anyway.)

“How about we leave this part out for now?” Hoseok taps at the screen, leaning over Yoongi’s shoulder and resting his head at the crook of Yoongi’s neck. He feels Yoongi heat up ever so slightly but his eyes don’t waver from the screen.

“I don’t know, won’t that ruin the bridge? It doesn’t flow well from Jungkook’s verse as it is,” Yoongi says, biting down on his lip in frustration.

“We can always make multiple versions and see what works out best,” Hoseok suggests but his brain is fuzzy and he’s trying to get Yoongi flustered for no good reason other than the fact that hoseok is aching to be loved.

“Hmm,” Yoongi hums and Hoseok wants Yoongi to look at him just this once, knows Yoongi wants to, even.

(Admittedly, Yoongi’s always had more self control than Hoseok ever will.)

“Stop,” Yoongi says gently, a slight undertone of warning in his voice but Hoseok can tell when to push his luck. This was one of those times.

“Stop what?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth followed by a soft sigh.

“You’re just being cranky,” Hoseok chuckles and feels Yoongi tense under Hoseok’s warm breath hitting his neck. He stops though, because work is work and Hoseok knows his priorities.

Their priorities. As ‘J-Hope’ and ‘Suga’. As a unit of a band that depended on them.

They lapse back into a comfortable silence after that, punctuated by the occasional suggestions and sips of coffee along with the scratching of Hoseok’s pencil and the clicking of Yoongi’s mouse. Outside, the rain comes down harder and Hoseok wonders vaguely if Namjoon has finished with his own track by now.

“God,” Yoongi says, pushing back from the desk and lolling his head back, “I fucking hate this.”

Yoongi doesn’t. Hoseok knows that, they both do. What Yoongi hates is the blank they pull sometimes when Yoongi just wants to be alone with Hoseok without having to worry about the members’ eyes on them or worse, lenses of the cameras in front of which stretched smiles and choreographed waves have become second nature.

Hoseok knows when Yoongi needs to be touched, too. They’ve been at this long enough, after all.

“Hey,” Hoseok says, voice a little hoarse from lack of use and Yoongi’s neck snaps towards him immediately, eyes locking at Hoseok’s in a way that is pleading enough to make Hoseok’s heart clench. It’s the kind of pleading that Hoseok recognizes so well from his own eyes; the kind that is begging hopelessly into an empty void for some other life, in some other universe where they could have met differently, maybe somewhere far away from here, somewhere without the flashing lights and news tabloids.

Somewhere they could learn to fall in love together.

“Hobi,” Yoongi croaks and Hoseok’s heart skips a beat because Yoongi almost never calls him that, obvious from the way the word sounds broken on Yoongi’s tongue.

Hoseok knows what to do.

There’s a pause in which Hoseok gets so close to Yoongi, their faces are millimeters apart and Yoongi’s breath is hoseok’s lips, hitching in anticipation. Hoseok runs his fingers gently through Yoongi’s bed hair, smoothing out the knots before his hands settle on cupping Yoongi’s jaw and Yoongi’s eyes are closed to hold onto one moment of pretending that they will be okay.

It breaks Hoseok’s heart.

He leans in then and Yoongi gasps softly when their lips touch and Hoseok explodes into a puddly mess of nerves and electricity and butterflies between soft lips and the softest of touches and he wants, wants so much, so very much to stay like this always, next to Yoongi, loving Yoongi, kissing him, kissing him the way he deserved to be kissed, without bruises and heartbreak. The kind of way Hoseok cannot give Yoongi.

For now though, it’s okay.

Hoseok pulls away reluctantly at last, painfully aware of the time ticking by but Yoongi is frozen for a minute, unable to open his eyes afterwards, lips pinker than usual, face flamed up.

“Work,” Hoseok giggles and Yoongi’s eyes fly open, dancing with playfulness as he hits Hoseok’s arm and Hoseok giggles again.

It’s amazing how much they get done after that.

[astagfirullah-house]

White Sheets - A Hoseok Fic

Your date was amazing. You still can’t get over the fact that you are dating J-hope, the sunshine of your life. You get to wake up to his beautiful smile, and fall asleep next to his warmth. You cook with him, and cuddle into him. You love him so much and he loves you back. 

You are on a romantic walk outside your apartment, fingers intertwined, arms swinging, laughing and talking to this amazing person beside you. He tells you stories about his day and you tell him stories about yours. It is a perfect day made more perfect when he jokingly pokes you on your side. 

“Stop it!” you run away laughing, him chasing behind you, making his special sound effects that you love so much. 

You run into the apartment, him chasing behind you until you stumble and fall onto the bed. He hops up on the bed and tickles you until you cant breathe when suddenly he stops and gives you his intense look that so rarely graces his perpetually smiley face.

Suddenly you realize the position you are in; he slowly leans forward and kisses you until you forget what you were laughing about. You forget your date, his smile, your name until all you can remember is how to feel; every nerve in your body is singing. It happens slowly; you and him together, your clothes a pile at the foot of the bed. And at the end you fall asleep in the arms of this man. Your man, you smile as you drift off to sleep. 

The first thing you hear is deep breaths beside you. The second thing you notice is the feel of soft sheets on your body. You yawn and stretch and look over at Hoseok; he’s still asleep, his chest moving to the rhythm of his deep breaths. You can’t stop looking at him; his eyes, his nose, his lips that you felt on every part of yourself last night. You still can’t believe this perfect human being is in love with you.

A/N: This was inspired by this fanart by a super talented person long time ago (I lost the art and forgot the name) 

[s0nyeondamn]

see you pt. 1 - jhope fic

You were walking down your school hallway when you realised something. whos that guy... you saw a guy, hes actually not a freshman but you wonder why youve never seen him before. this is your first time seeing him at school. “Who are you looking at?” asked one of your friends whilst giggling. “um.. no one. but hey is that a new guy?” you asked. “which one?” “umm that one.. the horse-looking dude.” you described him as ‘the horse-looking dude’ because he indeed kinda look like horse. “ah... that’s Hoseok. he’s not new yknow..” “oh.. i see.. i wonder why ive never seen him before.

Ding Dong

The bell rang, and you rushed to your math class immediately. You realised that you were late because of spending a pretty long time in the toilet. “Soryy i’m late,” you said as you open the door harshly and looking for somewhere to sit. Good thing you didnt go into the wrong class. “Uh yes, Mrs. (y/l/n). Take a seat. As you can see we have a new friend here. He had to move to our class because he changed one of his subject to another subject which cause difference of timetable and here he is now!” your teacher explained. you can stop now old man. you thought. You decided to sit next to the new kid because there’s no seat left. “Hey, is it ok if i sit next to you?” you asked him. “Of course! here let me help you with your stuff...” he asked offering help. “oh thank you so much..”

“NOW CLASS...” said your teacher loudly so everyone can hear and stop whatever they’re doing. “...shall we start the lesson? open page...” he started to talk and explain his stuff to the class but you werent paying attention. this guy right next to you caught your eyes. his horse-looking face attracts you so much that you cant take your eyes off him. After a while he notices that you were staring at him. “um.. arent you gonna do your work?” he asked. you snapped out of your daydream state. “uh what? what work?” “um.. exercise 4L, honey...” did he just..? you looked confused. “uh.. sorry im used to calling people that,” he said with a big smile. oh hes so beautiful when he smiles that big. you thought. 

you guys ended up not doing any of your assigned work and keep talking until the bell rang. “(y/n), do you want to hangout after school?” he asked. “Yeah sure.. see you afterschool, then?” “yeah, see you afterschool.”

You walked out of your school and went to the school gate to meet Hoseok. Just like what you expected, he hasnt arrived yet. you decided to just wait for a while, because how long could it be? as you started to get bored you checked your phone to help shoo the boredom away. “(y/n)!” you turned your head to where the voice came from.. “hey!” its your friends spotted you standing there.. “Arent you going home with us?” they asked. “um.. i have an appointment with someone..” you replied. “oh.. too bad then.. we’re going to the mall! since it’s friday..” they said. you really wanted to go with them but you promised Hoseok to meet him here. “uh.. i guess i cant.. but have fun you guys!” “See you, (y/n)!” “Bye!”

25 minutes passed. where is he? you tried to contact him but he didnt reply.. he probably got a detention. you thought. or he forgot about it..

you decided to go home considering that youre too tired to wait any longer now, and it’s getting late. you dont want to get in trouble for nothing...

[to be continued]