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OUCH | pjm

Summary: you hurt your foot and Jimin thinks your gonna die

Pairing: boyfriend!jimin x fem?reader (mentions pronouns a few times)

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: PG

Genre/Warnings: established relationship, injury, pain, implied?verbal abuse, explicit language, kissing, FLUFF HEH (my favourite), oc is so in love with Jimin

Note: hello fellow fluff lovers, i’m so sorry i’ve been ia for 10 months i was focusing on finishing my final year for college. tbh creative writing isn't my strong point it’s more of a side hobby so please understand i won’t be updating regularly i’ll probably be posting more so when I'm bored and feel like it ahahaha. I do want to point out thanks to all those who liked my previous stories. I really do appreciate it it’s great motivation!! anywho this story was based on when i hurt my foot (it was a more gross story but still hurt like a bitch) i tried limping home but the entire time i wished someone would carry me and care for me the way jimin does in the ff (sad i know). i originally wanted it to be longer going into detail about Jimin’s backstory but i thought short and sweet was better SO ENJOY i hope you all like it :)

and as always please let me know what you guys think and if you want more stories like this! please also leave a like and/or reblog if you enjoyed reading! :D

A warm sensation spreads through your body, engulfing you in a comforting embrace. You couldn't help but smile as a sense of contentment washed over you. The day had been a success. You followed every command and every instruction that your superiors had asked you to follow. Starting a new job was a challenging experience, one you hadn’t gone through before. The memory of your previous employment still haunts you, the echoes of your coworkers' voices reverberating in your mind as they berated you for the slightest of missteps. Not only was it stressful to deal with that every day, but you would also feel even more drained coming home after the endless regrets ran through your mind.

The more you worked at that god-awful place, the more your thoughts grew—were these issues truly insignificant, or were they looming large and you simply lacked the perspective to see them?

Your boyfriend, Jimin, was constantly begging you to quit the job since the sight of you so wrapped up in absolute guilt crushed him every day. Jimin only wanted what was best for you. The stubbornness he had over you was often a hard take but it was only ever going to be beneficial. As the begs increased in volume, your guilt scaled high, resulting in an endless cycle.

You knew you had to do it. Gathering yourself mentally and emotionally to utter those two liberating words took a great deal of courage.

"I quit."

You said it slightly quietly, still unsure. but you were stern about it with an attempt at a demeaning stare. In your head, you felt pretty confident with the way you delivered it, only to have that confidence descend with the sudden scoffs followed by the classic response, "Is that supposed to impress me?"

Perhaps Jimin was right. The testosterone in the room was unbearable at this point, and that slow, excruciating deterioration of your brain was just really not worth it. Staring back at your manager, you remained undeterred.

"I'll be handing in my notice tomorrow."

It was never worth creating an argument with your manager or anyone who lacked basic brain cells, in fact. That simple interaction only changed you for the better, and slowly but surely you felt you had a little more respect for yourself.

As you navigate the bustling street after your third shift, a palpable aura of rejuvenation surrounds you, causing your steps to take on a playful bounce. The faint aroma of coffee lingers on your clothes. The joy felt completely surreal, almost like time and space had been warped. Though the relentless bombardment of verbal abuse made your mind gradually deteriorate, it now made even the most challenging tasks a mere cakewalk.

The rain had been hammering down on the cafe windows for most of the day, so when you were met with the fortunate sun slowly peeking out from the clouds, you felt enveloped with its warmth, feeling it gradually filling your mind up with a little extra dose of serotonin.

Several metres or so away from your workplace, in a small back alley, you could smell the damp brick encroaching on your senses. Looking farther ahead, you saw the recent confrontation you were only slowly getting used to. It was amusing to you that a couple of steps were the only thing you had to worry about in your new day-to-day life. It was a sign that you were at least doing something right. You braced yourself for the steep steps that lay ahead while keeping in mind the wet, slick concrete.

And at that moment, the serotonin vanished. As the calmness of the moment dissipated, a surge of anxiety and adrenaline took over. Your heart plummeted as you failed to catch those final steps. Your foot barely brushes the step's edge. As you stumbled, your ankle gave way beneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground.

You squealed, trying not to make any noise, as a wave of pain shot from your foot up through your body when the weight followed.

"Ouch,"

You hissed in pain as you sat at the foot of the steps. Looking absolutely helpless. The surrealness seemed to slip away as the situation unfolded before your eyes. Your mind wandered in silence. As you glanced around, a wave of relief washed over you as you realised that no one had witnessed your mortifying disaster.

I'm fine. I'm fine. You managed to convince yourself that you could make it home since the distance to your house was less than a mile. I can limp; it's fine. You reached for the railing and attempted to pull yourself up, only to be reacquainted with the searing pain you'd felt before.

Fuck.

You personally don't like to worry excessively about pain and injuries because you've always considered it a waste of time to acknowledge the warnings your body gave you. As the numbness set in, you realised that the situation was far worse than you had initially thought. Your body lay still and unresponsive, leaving you with only your thoughts to keep you company.

Along with the overwhelming urge to get up and leave, you also had the nagging fear that someone could hear a small person yelping at the bottom of the steps and decide to make a huge deal out of it. You know one person, Jimin, who would take his time over an insignificant issue. He would be the one to hire a golden carriage and transport you in grandeur, as the conclusion to convincing you that you needed to rescue yourself from those said scary steps. That was the worst-case scenario in your mind. However, it reached the point where you would rather have him make this big of a deal than a complete stranger who would have thought you were weak, whereas Jimin was certain that you are not.

A soft, sad sigh escapes your lips as your hand instinctively reaches for the back pocket of your jeans. With fingers trembling in anticipation, you searched for Jimin's name. As you raised your phone to your ear, you sensed your heart rate accelerating. Your nerves were on edge, and you did not want to burden Jimin with any additional worries. Making Jimin anxious was punishment enough. Every day, catching a glimpse of Jimin's radiant smile was like a burst of sunshine, flooding your world with a second dose of serotonin. But the thought of not being able to bring that smile to his face or turn it into a beaming grin was gnawing at your insides.

"Hey, ___, I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon! I’m just out with Namjoon and Hobi!" Jimins' amplified voice, together with the distant chatter in the background, echoed through the alleyway. "No, Jimin i-"

"It was just- Hobi wanted us to come see designs after work, and naturally we all piled into the bar! We are finishing up now!"

"Jimin, that's not why I'm calling…" You replied with a low tone.

"Huh?? Sorry babe, I can't hear you that well!" You chuckled to yourself at the agonising situation. Oh Jimin..

"Jimin, I fell.."

"Sorry, what was that??"

"I don’t know Jimin. I fell down these steps, and I can't get up. It's so embarrassing. I don't know what to do.."

"Shit. Stay there. I'm coming now. Where are you?" The way Jimin's entire demeanour shifts over the phone, it intimidates the hell out of you.

"I’m just outside that alleyway from my work... Do you know the one?"

"Yes, I do. I’ll be there in five minutes." And with that, Jimin ends the call.

"Fuck. That was my girlfriend. I’m so sorry guys, I have to go" Jimin, on the other hand, was shitting it. Hearing your frightened voice over the phone was enough for him to travel day and night to you.

"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asked, apprehensive. He'd only see Jimin's expression like this when something was seriously wrong.

"I'm not sure, I think she’s hurt. I'll see you guys soon." Jimin said, frantically stuffing all his things in his bag. "Aw, alright, I hope she’s okay," Hoseok chirped.

"I hope so too. Bye!!" And just like that, Jimin literally flew outside the bar door. Foot harsh on the pedal. On his way: to you.

You kept your eyes on the cracks along the walls, waiting for Jimin. In the end, a few people did come by, but you covered it up by sitting on the floor and talking on your phone, and they didn't seem to notice. It's currently quiet as the sun is descending. But eventually you could hear faint, sporadic panting in the distance. It was the said saviour of the day.

"___!! Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?? What happened?!?" Jimin gasped, looking at you like a precious gem that had cracked.

"I’m alright, just a little stumble. But I can't stand up, and it’s annoying." With a faint chuckle, you replied. You looked up at him, hoping to see his gaze soften and persuade him that it wasn't such a major issue, but his anxious expression didn't fade.

Scrambling towards you, he examined your ankle carefully, gently touching it in the process.

"Hm, I’m not a doctor, but I think maybe you sprained it. We should go to the hospital." He announced it sincerely.

"NO. I mean- no Jimin, no hospital, please; it’s not a big deal."

"Are you sure? I mean, you said you couldn’t even stand up?" It was endearing that Jimin tried to convince you, but because you didn't want to feel even more embarrassed, you simply scowled at him and hoped he understood what you were trying to imply.

"Okay, okay, let’s go home then." Jimin let out a little giggle at your silliness. But he now knew it was time for him to take on the doctor role and oh how Jimin would take that role very seriously. "Right, I need to carry you to the car then, can you try and get on my back?"

Jimin crouched in front of you after turning around. You used your entire upper-body strength to push yourself onto Jimin's back by reaching for his shoulders. His arms came back around and supported you from behind before he stood up and repositioned you.

"You okay?" Jimin asks once again. "Yes. Thank you, Jimin."

You scoot closer to his back, not just so he can carry you, but also so you can embrace him. Jimin carefully made his way back up the steps and onto the busy street, attempting to find his way back to the car park. You felt embarrassed by the many stares so you cuddled your face closer into the back of Jimin's neck.

It felt safe there, and you could smell his perfume's mild flowery scent mingled with the peppermint notes of his shampoo. Oh, how he always smelled so good. You smiled into his neck and pecked him lightly. This elicited a slight chuckle from him.

Jimin gently places you in the passenger seat and carefully rearranges your legs. He tightens the seatbelt and ensures you're safe and secure. You glance up at him, speechless. After the manner in which he's been treating you, the decision to call him for assistance felt extremely justifiable. As your gaze lingers on Jimin, he catches your eye, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips once more.

"Is this okay?" Jimin asked with a grin. "Yes, Jimin, this is perfect." As your gaze met his, a rush of warmth flooded your heart. The way he looked at you with such tenderness and affection was a feeling beyond words. To have someone who cherished you so deeply was truly a gift beyond measure. A rosy hue crept up Jimin's cheeks, causing his smile to widen even further.

Closing your door and driving back to the house was quite quiet, but it also felt soothing and safe at the same time. Jimin carried you on his back once again while fumbling to retrieve his keys from his pocket to open the door. Making his way to the sofa, he plopped you down softly.

"Okay, wait there. Don't go anywhere; I’m going to find a bandage." You laughed and shook your head at his stupid yet endearing joke.

When Jimin returned 10 minutes later, he did not only return with a bandage but also with half the house. Blankets, pillows, comfy clothes, a big bowl of snacks, and on top, the said bandage. You couldn’t even see his concentrated face through the massive mountain of love.

Your laughs echoed throughout the room once again while Jimin dumped everything beside you. He then carefully helps you undress into your loungewear and, following a YouTube tutorial, attempts to wrap the bandage around your foot. Watching him all focused on you made your heart flip around the room. He is so adorable.

"Okay, I think that’s good. Now do you want a pillow under your foot as well?" Jimin asked you politely. "I think it’s alright like this." You look at him, smiling.

"Hm, scratch that, I’m getting you a pillow."

When Jimin returns from getting a pillow, he gently lifts your feet to place it beneath them. He then throws various fluffy blankets over you while tucking in the sides, making sure once again that you don’t go anywhere. Looking back at you, he moves in close, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he momentarily retreats before leaning back in, peppering your face with a flurry of playful kisses. The two of you erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, your heads thrown back in pure love and joy.

"Now what should I put on the TV for you?" Jimin sits beside you after grabbing the TV remote. "Anything I don’t mind."

Jimin then proceeds to put on your favourite film. Pressing play; he looks at you with a soft smile. "Please be more careful; I hate seeing you hurt like this." He pats your head gently while wrapping his arm around you.

"I’ll try not to Jimin ''. You say as you move closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Paying close attention to the rest of the movie, your sixth sense tells you Jimin isn't watching it at all; he's staring at your ankle, hoping nothing will hurt it any further.

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OUCH | pjm

Summary: you hurt your foot and Jimin thinks your gonna die

Pairing: boyfriend!jimin x fem?reader (mentions pronouns a few times)

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: PG

Genre/Warnings: established relationship, injury, pain, implied?verbal abuse, explicit language, kissing, FLUFF HEH (my favourite), oc is so in love with Jimin

Note: hello fellow fluff lovers, i’m so sorry i’ve been ia for 10 months i was focusing on finishing my final year for college. tbh creative writing isn't my strong point it’s more of a side hobby so please understand i won’t be updating regularly i’ll probably be posting more so when I'm bored and feel like it ahahaha. I do want to point out thanks to all those who liked my previous stories. I really do appreciate it it’s great motivation!! anywho this story was based on when i hurt my foot (it was a more gross story but still hurt like a bitch) i tried limping home but the entire time i wished someone would carry me and care for me the way jimin does in the ff (sad i know). i originally wanted it to be longer going into detail about Jimin’s backstory but i thought short and sweet was better SO ENJOY i hope you all like it :)

and as always please let me know what you guys think and if you want more stories like this! please also leave a like and/or reblog if you enjoyed reading! :D

A warm sensation spreads through your body, engulfing you in a comforting embrace. You couldn't help but smile as a sense of contentment washed over you. The day had been a success. You followed every command and every instruction that your superiors had asked you to follow. Starting a new job was a challenging experience, one you hadn’t gone through before. The memory of your previous employment still haunts you, the echoes of your coworkers' voices reverberating in your mind as they berated you for the slightest of missteps. Not only was it stressful to deal with that every day, but you would also feel even more drained coming home after the endless regrets ran through your mind.

The more you worked at that god-awful place, the more your thoughts grew—were these issues truly insignificant, or were they looming large and you simply lacked the perspective to see them?

Your boyfriend, Jimin, was constantly begging you to quit the job since the sight of you so wrapped up in absolute guilt crushed him every day. Jimin only wanted what was best for you. The stubbornness he had over you was often a hard take but it was only ever going to be beneficial. As the begs increased in volume, your guilt scaled high, resulting in an endless cycle.

You knew you had to do it. Gathering yourself mentally and emotionally to utter those two liberating words took a great deal of courage.

"I quit."

You said it slightly quietly, still unsure. but you were stern about it with an attempt at a demeaning stare. In your head, you felt pretty confident with the way you delivered it, only to have that confidence descend with the sudden scoffs followed by the classic response, "Is that supposed to impress me?"

Perhaps Jimin was right. The testosterone in the room was unbearable at this point, and that slow, excruciating deterioration of your brain was just really not worth it. Staring back at your manager, you remained undeterred.

"I'll be handing in my notice tomorrow."

It was never worth creating an argument with your manager or anyone who lacked basic brain cells, in fact. That simple interaction only changed you for the better, and slowly but surely you felt you had a little more respect for yourself.

As you navigate the bustling street after your third shift, a palpable aura of rejuvenation surrounds you, causing your steps to take on a playful bounce. The faint aroma of coffee lingers on your clothes. The joy felt completely surreal, almost like time and space had been warped. Though the relentless bombardment of verbal abuse made your mind gradually deteriorate, it now made even the most challenging tasks a mere cakewalk.

The rain had been hammering down on the cafe windows for most of the day, so when you were met with the fortunate sun slowly peeking out from the clouds, you felt enveloped with its warmth, feeling it gradually filling your mind up with a little extra dose of serotonin.

Several metres or so away from your workplace, in a small back alley, you could smell the damp brick encroaching on your senses. Looking farther ahead, you saw the recent confrontation you were only slowly getting used to. It was amusing to you that a couple of steps were the only thing you had to worry about in your new day-to-day life. It was a sign that you were at least doing something right. You braced yourself for the steep steps that lay ahead while keeping in mind the wet, slick concrete.

And at that moment, the serotonin vanished. As the calmness of the moment dissipated, a surge of anxiety and adrenaline took over. Your heart plummeted as you failed to catch those final steps. Your foot barely brushes the step's edge. As you stumbled, your ankle gave way beneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground.

You squealed, trying not to make any noise, as a wave of pain shot from your foot up through your body when the weight followed.

"Ouch,"

You hissed in pain as you sat at the foot of the steps. Looking absolutely helpless. The surrealness seemed to slip away as the situation unfolded before your eyes. Your mind wandered in silence. As you glanced around, a wave of relief washed over you as you realised that no one had witnessed your mortifying disaster.

I'm fine. I'm fine. You managed to convince yourself that you could make it home since the distance to your house was less than a mile. I can limp; it's fine. You reached for the railing and attempted to pull yourself up, only to be reacquainted with the searing pain you'd felt before.

Fuck.

You personally don't like to worry excessively about pain and injuries because you've always considered it a waste of time to acknowledge the warnings your body gave you. As the numbness set in, you realised that the situation was far worse than you had initially thought. Your body lay still and unresponsive, leaving you with only your thoughts to keep you company.

Along with the overwhelming urge to get up and leave, you also had the nagging fear that someone could hear a small person yelping at the bottom of the steps and decide to make a huge deal out of it. You know one person, Jimin, who would take his time over an insignificant issue. He would be the one to hire a golden carriage and transport you in grandeur, as the conclusion to convincing you that you needed to rescue yourself from those said scary steps. That was the worst-case scenario in your mind. However, it reached the point where you would rather have him make this big of a deal than a complete stranger who would have thought you were weak, whereas Jimin was certain that you are not.

A soft, sad sigh escapes your lips as your hand instinctively reaches for the back pocket of your jeans. With fingers trembling in anticipation, you searched for Jimin's name. As you raised your phone to your ear, you sensed your heart rate accelerating. Your nerves were on edge, and you did not want to burden Jimin with any additional worries. Making Jimin anxious was punishment enough. Every day, catching a glimpse of Jimin's radiant smile was like a burst of sunshine, flooding your world with a second dose of serotonin. But the thought of not being able to bring that smile to his face or turn it into a beaming grin was gnawing at your insides.

"Hey, ___, I’m so sorry. I’ll be home soon! I’m just out with Namjoon and Hobi!" Jimins' amplified voice, together with the distant chatter in the background, echoed through the alleyway. "No, Jimin i-"

"It was just- Hobi wanted us to come see designs after work, and naturally we all piled into the bar! We are finishing up now!"

"Jimin, that's not why I'm calling…" You replied with a low tone.

"Huh?? Sorry babe, I can't hear you that well!" You chuckled to yourself at the agonising situation. Oh Jimin..

"Jimin, I fell.."

"Sorry, what was that??"

"I don’t know Jimin. I fell down these steps, and I can't get up. It's so embarrassing. I don't know what to do.."

"Shit. Stay there. I'm coming now. Where are you?" The way Jimin's entire demeanour shifts over the phone, it intimidates the hell out of you.

"I’m just outside that alleyway from my work... Do you know the one?"

"Yes, I do. I’ll be there in five minutes." And with that, Jimin ends the call.

"Fuck. That was my girlfriend. I’m so sorry guys, I have to go" Jimin, on the other hand, was shitting it. Hearing your frightened voice over the phone was enough for him to travel day and night to you.

"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asked, apprehensive. He'd only see Jimin's expression like this when something was seriously wrong.

"I'm not sure, I think she’s hurt. I'll see you guys soon." Jimin said, frantically stuffing all his things in his bag. "Aw, alright, I hope she’s okay," Hoseok chirped.

"I hope so too. Bye!!" And just like that, Jimin literally flew outside the bar door. Foot harsh on the pedal. On his way: to you.

You kept your eyes on the cracks along the walls, waiting for Jimin. In the end, a few people did come by, but you covered it up by sitting on the floor and talking on your phone, and they didn't seem to notice. It's currently quiet as the sun is descending. But eventually you could hear faint, sporadic panting in the distance. It was the said saviour of the day.

"___!! Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?? What happened?!?" Jimin gasped, looking at you like a precious gem that had cracked.

"I’m alright, just a little stumble. But I can't stand up, and it’s annoying." With a faint chuckle, you replied. You looked up at him, hoping to see his gaze soften and persuade him that it wasn't such a major issue, but his anxious expression didn't fade.

Scrambling towards you, he examined your ankle carefully, gently touching it in the process.

"Hm, I’m not a doctor, but I think maybe you sprained it. We should go to the hospital." He announced it sincerely.

"NO. I mean- no Jimin, no hospital, please; it’s not a big deal."

"Are you sure? I mean, you said you couldn’t even stand up?" It was endearing that Jimin tried to convince you, but because you didn't want to feel even more embarrassed, you simply scowled at him and hoped he understood what you were trying to imply.

"Okay, okay, let’s go home then." Jimin let out a little giggle at your silliness. But he now knew it was time for him to take on the doctor role and oh how Jimin would take that role very seriously. "Right, I need to carry you to the car then, can you try and get on my back?"

Jimin crouched in front of you after turning around. You used your entire upper-body strength to push yourself onto Jimin's back by reaching for his shoulders. His arms came back around and supported you from behind before he stood up and repositioned you.

"You okay?" Jimin asks once again. "Yes. Thank you, Jimin."

You scoot closer to his back, not just so he can carry you, but also so you can embrace him. Jimin carefully made his way back up the steps and onto the busy street, attempting to find his way back to the car park. You felt embarrassed by the many stares so you cuddled your face closer into the back of Jimin's neck.

It felt safe there, and you could smell his perfume's mild flowery scent mingled with the peppermint notes of his shampoo. Oh, how he always smelled so good. You smiled into his neck and pecked him lightly. This elicited a slight chuckle from him.

Jimin gently places you in the passenger seat and carefully rearranges your legs. He tightens the seatbelt and ensures you're safe and secure. You glance up at him, speechless. After the manner in which he's been treating you, the decision to call him for assistance felt extremely justifiable. As your gaze lingers on Jimin, he catches your eye, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips once more.

"Is this okay?" Jimin asked with a grin. "Yes, Jimin, this is perfect." As your gaze met his, a rush of warmth flooded your heart. The way he looked at you with such tenderness and affection was a feeling beyond words. To have someone who cherished you so deeply was truly a gift beyond measure. A rosy hue crept up Jimin's cheeks, causing his smile to widen even further.

Closing your door and driving back to the house was quite quiet, but it also felt soothing and safe at the same time. Jimin carried you on his back once again while fumbling to retrieve his keys from his pocket to open the door. Making his way to the sofa, he plopped you down softly.

"Okay, wait there. Don't go anywhere; I’m going to find a bandage." You laughed and shook your head at his stupid yet endearing joke.

When Jimin returned 10 minutes later, he did not only return with a bandage but also with half the house. Blankets, pillows, comfy clothes, a big bowl of snacks, and on top, the said bandage. You couldn’t even see his concentrated face through the massive mountain of love.

Your laughs echoed throughout the room once again while Jimin dumped everything beside you. He then carefully helps you undress into your loungewear and, following a YouTube tutorial, attempts to wrap the bandage around your foot. Watching him all focused on you made your heart flip around the room. He is so adorable.

"Okay, I think that’s good. Now do you want a pillow under your foot as well?" Jimin asked you politely. "I think it’s alright like this." You look at him, smiling.

"Hm, scratch that, I’m getting you a pillow."

When Jimin returns from getting a pillow, he gently lifts your feet to place it beneath them. He then throws various fluffy blankets over you while tucking in the sides, making sure once again that you don’t go anywhere. Looking back at you, he moves in close, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he momentarily retreats before leaning back in, peppering your face with a flurry of playful kisses. The two of you erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, your heads thrown back in pure love and joy.

"Now what should I put on the TV for you?" Jimin sits beside you after grabbing the TV remote. "Anything I don’t mind."

Jimin then proceeds to put on your favourite film. Pressing play; he looks at you with a soft smile. "Please be more careful; I hate seeing you hurt like this." He pats your head gently while wrapping his arm around you.

"I’ll try not to Jimin ''. You say as you move closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Paying close attention to the rest of the movie, your sixth sense tells you Jimin isn't watching it at all; he's staring at your ankle, hoping nothing will hurt it any further.

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[doodlekoo]

let’s dance the night away - jhs (m)

summary: Both you and Hoseok loved to dance. What you too didn't know is that you also admired each other doing it.

pairing: hoseok x f!reader

rating: 18+

genre: explicit content minors pls dni, stranger to lovers, one-shot, smut

warnings: swearing, semi-public sex, making out, dry humping, handjob, unprotected sex (pls wrap before u tap!), small dirty talk, reader is a slight dom, orgasms, creampie.

fyi: always be careful when having sexual intercourse with someone you don’t know! this ff is simply a work of fiction and is not always the case in real life so please be aware!

word count: 3.5k

note: Hey everyone! Thank you all for liking my previous jk ff I appreciate it so much <3 This one shot was supposed to be released a lot earlier but since I've never really written smut before I had to make constant changes so it may not be that great but anywho it would be great to hear all of your opinions or requests so don't be shy to ask or tell me! I really liked writing this scenario so i hope you all like it too!! :)

It was 11:00 pm on a Friday and all your co-workers had left for the weekend.

You were alone in this slightly chilly dance studio. It was a room Yeonjun had suggested after you told him you needed a lot more practice than you had that day. You never stopped striving to be the best of the best. Because of your sheer drive to keep going, you made it to HYBE. There aren't many individuals who can say they've pushed it this far in life to be dancing alongside some of Korea's biggest performers, and you're so appreciative. You never took anything for granted while working here because you knew your efforts paid off. That your perseverance was worthwhile.

You were a backup dancer for the band TXT. You've loved dancing since you were a child. The ability to move in such a certain way makes you feel more at ease. When you danced, your brain automatically entered the zone, and your worries faded away. Practising made those moments more significant, which is why you weren't spotted at the barbecue with cups of soju in your hands like the majority of your friends on this Friday night. This, on the other hand, was your happy place, where you felt at peace. This is precisely what you desired and nothing else.

Gliding your right root across the floor as you realised, you'd botched up yet another manoeuvre. You sighed and turned to the music player to rewind 20 seconds. You did a tiny hop back and continued to improve your technique. 

It was critical to nail these moves since you only had a week till you took the stage at the MMA in the well-known Gocheok sky dome. Everything was building up to this point, where you could finally demonstrate your ability as a good dancer. It felt great to know that all the people in your past who didn't think you'd ever get this far would be envious of the fact that you get to dance with five renowned performers. You were so focused and determined to get this right and to not have yourself eventually made a mockery of.

What you hadn't realised was that for the past two minutes, someone had been watching your every step with admiration and constructive criticism. But he couldn't stop himself; he wanted his actions to be immaculate, just like yours. That's why Jung Hoseok felt the same way. Not out on a Friday night but looking for an empty place where he can feel the rhythm and bounce to the beat. It was all part of what it meant to desire and value dance.

Hoseok stood there, unsure whether to leave or not, he could not break his gaze upon you. He thought he'd seen you around before, but things were always moving at such a breakneck pace for him that he never had the time to converse with other dancers like you. But what really bewildered him was that he didn't realise someone as beautiful as you were only just a short distance away. Hoseok wasn't the kind to stop and observe a woman so closely, but when he saw you, it was difficult to walk away. The precision of your dance moves mesmerised him. Nothing impressed Hoseok more than a committed dancer. Seeing you here late on a Friday night ignited something in him and he was immensely attracted to you. 

He was, however, reluctant. This was the moment for him to speak. Where he could express his feelings about how enthralled he is by you, yet he was apprehensive. He felt he shouldn't interrupt you and your train of thought since he knew you were probably practising for an upcoming event. When he was engulfed in a hectic schedule, he understood that the slightest nagging caused him to lose his focus totally.

He exhaled a sigh. A sudden whirlwind of thoughts rushed through his mind, making him feel the urge to flee and escape. He was going to turn around when he heard the sweetest voice.

“Oh hey, Hoseok, right? Sorry I didn't see you there. I'm about to finish up. I can leave if you need this space...” He took a few steps back and forth, not knowing what to say or do.

 “No sorry don't worry I’ll just find someplace else” 

 “Oh, are you sure? I was just going to do these last few steps and then I'll be gone. It’ll save you some time finding somewhere.” you smiled so sweetly it made Hoseok's heart do a million flips.

“Okay then, is it okay if I sit here?” Hoseok asks as he points at a few chairs to the side of the room quite further back. 

“Sure, I don't mind” you smile at him once more and return to the music player to rewind once again another 20 seconds.

You weren't going to lie. Your heart was racing. Jung Hoseok was watching you dance in the same room as you. It overwhelmed you, even more, when you actually realised, he was one of the best dancers in the entire building, and this building was brimming with talented dancers.

You weren't sure why you insisted on Hoseok staying, but a part of you wanted him to notice you, to have another passionate attractive dancer observe your efforts. You could have just let him look for another room. In fact, you had intended to stay for much more than a few steps, but he did something unexpected: he scrambled your mind. Maybe it was because no one told you how much more handsome he was in person. It required a lot of courage just to get a phrase out, let alone speak with a trembling voice.

Squeezing your fist, you glance in the mirror at your reflection, observing Hoseok in the corner of your eye. You exhale deeply and resume your steps

6,7,8 repeats in your thoughts. This is not right. What was it before that? If I don't get these steps correct, he'll start to think about why it was such an awful decision to hire me.

You're starting to realise that this was a terrible idea. Hoseok's presence was far too intimidating for you to continue. His entire aura is causing you to forget about the dance as a whole. 

“Urgh just get it right ___” you whisper to yourself. 

You give up, huffing in frustration. This isn't going to work. I'll just pick this up tomorrow. You're about to return to the music player when you hear a call from the seating area.

“Wait, I know what you're doing that's making it difficult” 

Oh shit, he really knows... Of course, he knows... 

He comes up behind you quickly, raising your heart rate. The feeling of not knowing what this man is about to show you and how rapidly he is approaching makes your entire body feel weaker than usual.

“Here your back is a little too stiff. If you loosen it a little…” he looks at you as a request for your permission to let him touch you.

You look at him and give him a slight nod.

That's when you felt it. Hot shivers ran up your spine. Holy shit, what's wrong with me? You do the exact opposite of what he doesn't want you to do, keep stiff. You cough to cover up whatever moan is frantically wanting to escape.

“No see, you're still very stiff. Just relax your shoulders” He carefully moves his hands up your back to your shoulder. Why must he move so slowly? You question yourself praying to God he stops making you feel so good.

But all those prayers fly out the window once he takes his hands off of you. 

Goddammit. 

Hoseok has always been someone you looked up to. You aspired to be like him, and you appreciated the way he was strict with himself while dancing. When you're dancing, it's easy to feel sorry for yourself since you're continuously overworking your body. Hoseok, on the other hand, was able to maintain it consistently. He'd pursue it until he was completely satisfied. It made him so very hot. You urgently wanted him to show you how to improve yourself and make yourself feel stronger.

He observes you in the mirror and waits for your shoulders to droop. You feel intimidated but also so hot from his intense gaze that you completely slump down.

“Haha no no not that relaxed just enough to make your moves smoother.” he laughs loudly echoing throughout the room.

You're so desperate for him to touch you once more that you can't even hear his voice anymore. His hands are off you for 30 seconds, which is too long for your mind to process. He doesn't even realise how much of a tease he is.

“Okay, I think I got it… what's next?” you question as a pathetic way of asking him to teach you more.

“Well, it seems you have to take a low turn and face to your right so if you bend down a bit…” oh no I can't take this anymore. Not to mention I'm only in shorts and a sports bra... bending down is just oh fuck. You still try to obey his instructions. You're standing with your legs slightly bent. You start to feel a little ridiculous. Hoseok then swiftly moves around to your right side

“Ok now I saw that the next step was to twist your body to me whilst standing up” 

You're too familiar with these moves, but when Hoseok explains them again, you learn how to execute them in a brand-new approach that, dare I say it, was far more straightforward. You turn to face him to your right as you repeat the steps once more, but this time, doing them exactly as he instructed.

It is then when you lose complete balance.

Fortunately, Hoseok manages to grab you in his arms after reaching out. Holy shit, this is even closer.

“Woah, Woah don't worry that was quite a difficult move” he looks down at you still holding onto you. 

You move to put your hands on his chest when you feel his heartbeat. Jesus, it was faster than yours. 

In actuality, Hoseok was mostly just going insane at this time. He tried not to make it obvious, but everything you were doing was apparent to him. Every movement caused a tight knot in his stomach. He was excited by you wearing only shorts and a bra. He was, nevertheless, nervous. In his mind, it was inappropriate, and nothing could have prepared him for this night. Seeing you so enthusiastic about dance made his mind speed even faster. He understood your passion for dance. All you had to do was understand him.

When you asked him to stay, he honestly didn't know what to do with himself. He knew he couldn't just sit and gawk at you, so analysing your movements and thinking of work made him feel a lot less turned on.

Hoseok had a limited romantic life. He hadn't had much action in a long time. So the only thing that had recently crossed his head was to pin you up against the mirror and pound into you till everything became steamy. He knew it wasn't right. Of course, he only just met you. But something about you drew him in; he was captivated by your alluring stare, and he never wanted to leave.

It was hard to have you so near to him. As soon as you lost your balance, he discreetly cursed at himself. He was now the one who was stiff.

Hoseok was afraid he'd never see you again after this night and that everything would still be work-related. He wanted nothing more than to teach you over and over.

“I wish you were my backup dancer…” Hoseok confesses quietly. If he was further away it would've been a lot harder to hear but the fact you two were so close together, you heard every word. Along with his erratic heartbeat and breathing. 

You look at him, raising your head. You turned to stare back at the ground, nervously laughing after being flustered by what he said. You wish he was also your backup dancer right now. Seeing his face and obeying his orders every day, even if you weren't sure you could handle it. It excited you.

At that point, his right hand slowly slid up to your face, softly lifting your chin. You both look at one another from a few inches away. Calculating your expressions, you both understood what you wanted but were scared to say it. Hoseok, on the other hand, moves his focus from your lips to your eyes. Hoseok was unclear whether you felt the same way he did, but if he didn't ask, he'd never know. He made the courageous request, averting his gaze back to your lips.

“Kiss me”

Your stomach is suddenly filled with butterflies. Knees on the verge of buckling. Heart about to burst. You were just urged to kiss Jung Hoseok. Your mind is racing with a million thoughts. You don't immediately lean into him since you're still in shock, but you gradually close the gap between you two. Hoseok worries whether he's made a mistake by asking you his most recent wish, and the seconds you're not mouth to mouth after his quick plea made him nervous. All of that was quickly forgotten in his mind with your next startling action. You kiss him.

It seemed different from past kisses you'd received. Nothing compares to the way his lips moved so desperately against yours, making you feel like this is the moment you've been yearning for your entire life. Hoseok's hand quickly flies to the back of your neck to tighten the kiss. As a result of the sudden movement, you let out a quite moan. This fires something in Hoseok. After your momentary whimper, he proceeds to kiss you forcefully. He then responds with a soft grunt, kissing down to your jawline and then to your neck. In the little time you've been together, he's been desiring this for far too long. Every second, your breathing becomes more ragged. Hoseok looks up from kissing your neck. You're a complete mess. Heat is coursing through your entire body, making you want more.

“Is this, okay? I- I'm sorry” Hoseok suddenly apologises. “Don’t apologise I liked it”

“Yeah?” 

“Yes. Kiss me again?” Hoseok instantly starts kissing you again, much more passionately this time. Your hand creeps towards his neck, pulling him closer to you. You both felt like you wanted something more. That you were too far away. Without hesitating, you both move instinctively toward the chairs near the door, the exact chairs where Hoseok was earlier admiring your every move from head to toe.

You straddle Hoseok, who is being pushed slightly into the chair while he smiles at you. His hands are on your sides. Right now, neither of you is sure what you're doing; all that matters is that it feels right. As an insatiable urge overtakes you, you grind into Hoseok's lap. You repeat your action, using more pressure this time, as he tilts his head back and grunts faintly. Hoseok's groans grow louder as you continue to create friction between his joggers and the thin material of your shorts. 

This felt so good. Your arousal grows stronger with each passing second. You gradually become aware of a rising sensation emanating from beneath you. He was hard, and that turned you on. You whimper every time his cock comes into contact with your aching core. You could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter. This man's effect on you was undeniable.

You reach up to his head to mess up his perfectly arranged hair as you continue to move your hips on the gasping man beneath you. All of this was immense, and you needed something to hold onto. You could feel the pleasure building with each and every moment.

“Wait,” Hoseok calls out.

You felt your consciousness coming back to haunt you, realising you are indeed grinding harshly onto the Jung Hoseok. “Is this okay?” you ask. 

“Y-yes. Oh yes, it's more than okay. I just need to feel you. The fabric. It's not enough.” Hoseok confesses out of breath. You knew exactly what he meant and you completely agreed with him. “What about the cameras?” you suddenly realised looking around the room at the various security cameras. 

“It's okay, I'll sort it out later, I just need you. Right now.” chuckling at his response you suddenly felt all rebellious. 

He assists you in getting out of your shorts. The bottoms of your clothes are quickly dispersed over the dance floor. You return to kissing him, craving for his contact despite the fact that you are nearer than ever. The sensation of your tongues sliding across each other was exhilarating. You never wanted it to end.

Hoseok shies away from the kiss to take a good look at you. 

“You are so beautiful” he emphasised with a sweet smile. You knew he meant it and that made you so much more flustered.

You run your hands down the man's chest, undressing him. He watches you intently as you pull the waistband of his joggers and boxers down from his hips.

Hoseok's cock springs up and slaps against his lower abdomen. His cock was completely perfect and laced with precum. It was just as perfect as the rest of him. You return his gaze with a quiet giggle and a short peck. He looks down, perhaps a little ashamed at the thought of you seeing him in such an exposed state.

Stroking your hands up through his shirt. Hoseok lets out a shaky sigh.

“Ah- god I'm so hard” he closes his eyes and leans his head back once again out of pure desperation.

Gliding your hands back down to the base of his cock you wrap your hand around him. Hoseok bucks his hip up at the abrupt touch of you. 

“Mm please-” he calls out wanting more movement.

You start with a steady pace of moving your hand up and down the long length of his cock wringing out any precum. Hoseok whimpers at the torment of you moving so slow. 

‘P-please- go faster” he whines.

Following his request, you pick up some pace and jerk him off just how he pleases. 

“Does this feel good?” you ask, almost teasing him as he sits there breathless. “Y-yes oh yes it's so hard t-to talk whilst y-you do that. Mh-” he struggles to say.  

You soon notice how Hoseok's tip was especially sensitive. Seeing him in such a mess whilst you swirled your hand around his tip turned you on even more.

“I-i can't! Argh, that's too much...” he expressed as his thighs shook. You continue to twist your hands up and down around the base of his cock. 

Hoseok had never felt such intense pleasure before. The small touches you gave him were enough to send him over the edge.

“W-wait...” he said softly. You pause your movement on him and listen.

“I-i was so close then... I w- want to cum inside you” he pleaded. He couldn't cum like this; it wasn't rewarding enough for him. 

Climbing back onto Hoseok, you position yourself onto the tip of his cock with the help of him holding it in place. Slowly you lower yourself down onto him, feeling him stretch you out. 

“Oh- fuck...” Hoseok lets out a soft moan. “Holy shit you feel so good.”

Starting slowly, you both synchronously tilt your heads back in ecstasy. Leaning in closer, you place your palm on his chest for support, while Hoseok firmly grips your waist.

After that, everything feels like a euphoric blur. With repeated moans and gasps, you up the pace with each passing second until the pleasure overpowers you. Hoseok throws his arms around you as you bounce on his dick mercifully. Chair creaking out of complete strain. 

As the minutes pass your movements become sloppier as you approach your high. Chasing your orgasm, you can feel hoseok become close as well as his cock twitches inside you. 

“I think I'm gonna-” Hoseok states as his breathing gets impossibly fast.

“Me- too” you whine as you feel the pleasure of your climax rise more than it has ever. 

Hoseok lets himself go with a last forceful bounce onto him, filling you with his cum. You quickly feel yourself unravel on top of him, shaking uncontrollably. You're both just chuckling with pleasure.

After a minute of you both catching your breaths. Hoseok breaks the silence.

‘I think I might just be in love with you...” he confesses as you lift yourself off him searching for your shorts which happened to disappear. You chuckle at his words “So soon? You don't even know my name…”

“My apologies …... ” he raises his eyebrows as he waits for a reply to finish his sentence.

“___. I’m ___.” you laugh as you pull up your found shorts. “Well very nice to meet you, ___” 

You smile at him as he repeats your moves pulling his joggers up as well. You blush as you notice a wet patch from where he previously leaked precum.

“Likewise,” 

“We should do this again sometime...” Hoseok looks at you with hope that you felt the same way.

“You mean teaching me or sex?” 

“Hmm, both?” you laugh as you nod in agreement. “Both.”

[doodlekoo]

let’s dance the night away - jhs (m)

summary: Both you and Hoseok loved to dance. What you too didn't know is that you also admired each other doing it.

pairing: hoseok x f!reader

rating: 18+

genre: explicit content minors pls dni, stranger to lovers, one-shot, smut

warnings: swearing, semi-public sex, making out, dry humping, handjob, unprotected sex (pls wrap before u tap!), small dirty talk, reader is a slight dom, orgasms, creampie.

fyi: always be careful when having sexual intercourse with someone you don’t know! this ff is simply a work of fiction and is not always the case in real life so please be aware!

word count: 3.5k

note: Hey everyone! Thank you all for liking my previous jk ff I appreciate it so much <3 This one shot was supposed to be released a lot earlier but since I've never really written smut before I had to make constant changes so it may not be that great but anywho it would be great to hear all of your opinions or requests so don't be shy to ask or tell me! I really liked writing this scenario so i hope you all like it too!! :)

It was 11:00 pm on a Friday and all your co-workers had left for the weekend.

You were alone in this slightly chilly dance studio. It was a room Yeonjun had suggested after you told him you needed a lot more practice than you had that day. You never stopped striving to be the best of the best. Because of your sheer drive to keep going, you made it to HYBE. There aren't many individuals who can say they've pushed it this far in life to be dancing alongside some of Korea's biggest performers, and you're so appreciative. You never took anything for granted while working here because you knew your efforts paid off. That your perseverance was worthwhile.

You were a backup dancer for the band TXT. You've loved dancing since you were a child. The ability to move in such a certain way makes you feel more at ease. When you danced, your brain automatically entered the zone, and your worries faded away. Practising made those moments more significant, which is why you weren't spotted at the barbecue with cups of soju in your hands like the majority of your friends on this Friday night. This, on the other hand, was your happy place, where you felt at peace. This is precisely what you desired and nothing else.

Gliding your right root across the floor as you realised, you'd botched up yet another manoeuvre. You sighed and turned to the music player to rewind 20 seconds. You did a tiny hop back and continued to improve your technique. 

It was critical to nail these moves since you only had a week till you took the stage at the MMA in the well-known Gocheok sky dome. Everything was building up to this point, where you could finally demonstrate your ability as a good dancer. It felt great to know that all the people in your past who didn't think you'd ever get this far would be envious of the fact that you get to dance with five renowned performers. You were so focused and determined to get this right and to not have yourself eventually made a mockery of.

What you hadn't realised was that for the past two minutes, someone had been watching your every step with admiration and constructive criticism. But he couldn't stop himself; he wanted his actions to be immaculate, just like yours. That's why Jung Hoseok felt the same way. Not out on a Friday night but looking for an empty place where he can feel the rhythm and bounce to the beat. It was all part of what it meant to desire and value dance.

Hoseok stood there, unsure whether to leave or not, he could not break his gaze upon you. He thought he'd seen you around before, but things were always moving at such a breakneck pace for him that he never had the time to converse with other dancers like you. But what really bewildered him was that he didn't realise someone as beautiful as you were only just a short distance away. Hoseok wasn't the kind to stop and observe a woman so closely, but when he saw you, it was difficult to walk away. The precision of your dance moves mesmerised him. Nothing impressed Hoseok more than a committed dancer. Seeing you here late on a Friday night ignited something in him and he was immensely attracted to you. 

He was, however, reluctant. This was the moment for him to speak. Where he could express his feelings about how enthralled he is by you, yet he was apprehensive. He felt he shouldn't interrupt you and your train of thought since he knew you were probably practising for an upcoming event. When he was engulfed in a hectic schedule, he understood that the slightest nagging caused him to lose his focus totally.

He exhaled a sigh. A sudden whirlwind of thoughts rushed through his mind, making him feel the urge to flee and escape. He was going to turn around when he heard the sweetest voice.

“Oh hey, Hoseok, right? Sorry I didn't see you there. I'm about to finish up. I can leave if you need this space...” He took a few steps back and forth, not knowing what to say or do.

 “No sorry don't worry I’ll just find someplace else” 

 “Oh, are you sure? I was just going to do these last few steps and then I'll be gone. It’ll save you some time finding somewhere.” you smiled so sweetly it made Hoseok's heart do a million flips.

“Okay then, is it okay if I sit here?” Hoseok asks as he points at a few chairs to the side of the room quite further back. 

“Sure, I don't mind” you smile at him once more and return to the music player to rewind once again another 20 seconds.

You weren't going to lie. Your heart was racing. Jung Hoseok was watching you dance in the same room as you. It overwhelmed you, even more, when you actually realised, he was one of the best dancers in the entire building, and this building was brimming with talented dancers.

You weren't sure why you insisted on Hoseok staying, but a part of you wanted him to notice you, to have another passionate attractive dancer observe your efforts. You could have just let him look for another room. In fact, you had intended to stay for much more than a few steps, but he did something unexpected: he scrambled your mind. Maybe it was because no one told you how much more handsome he was in person. It required a lot of courage just to get a phrase out, let alone speak with a trembling voice.

Squeezing your fist, you glance in the mirror at your reflection, observing Hoseok in the corner of your eye. You exhale deeply and resume your steps

6,7,8 repeats in your thoughts. This is not right. What was it before that? If I don't get these steps correct, he'll start to think about why it was such an awful decision to hire me.

You're starting to realise that this was a terrible idea. Hoseok's presence was far too intimidating for you to continue. His entire aura is causing you to forget about the dance as a whole. 

“Urgh just get it right ___” you whisper to yourself. 

You give up, huffing in frustration. This isn't going to work. I'll just pick this up tomorrow. You're about to return to the music player when you hear a call from the seating area.

“Wait, I know what you're doing that's making it difficult” 

Oh shit, he really knows... Of course, he knows... 

He comes up behind you quickly, raising your heart rate. The feeling of not knowing what this man is about to show you and how rapidly he is approaching makes your entire body feel weaker than usual.

“Here your back is a little too stiff. If you loosen it a little…” he looks at you as a request for your permission to let him touch you.

You look at him and give him a slight nod.

That's when you felt it. Hot shivers ran up your spine. Holy shit, what's wrong with me? You do the exact opposite of what he doesn't want you to do, keep stiff. You cough to cover up whatever moan is frantically wanting to escape.

“No see, you're still very stiff. Just relax your shoulders” He carefully moves his hands up your back to your shoulder. Why must he move so slowly? You question yourself praying to God he stops making you feel so good.

But all those prayers fly out the window once he takes his hands off of you. 

Goddammit. 

Hoseok has always been someone you looked up to. You aspired to be like him, and you appreciated the way he was strict with himself while dancing. When you're dancing, it's easy to feel sorry for yourself since you're continuously overworking your body. Hoseok, on the other hand, was able to maintain it consistently. He'd pursue it until he was completely satisfied. It made him so very hot. You urgently wanted him to show you how to improve yourself and make yourself feel stronger.

He observes you in the mirror and waits for your shoulders to droop. You feel intimidated but also so hot from his intense gaze that you completely slump down.

“Haha no no not that relaxed just enough to make your moves smoother.” he laughs loudly echoing throughout the room.

You're so desperate for him to touch you once more that you can't even hear his voice anymore. His hands are off you for 30 seconds, which is too long for your mind to process. He doesn't even realise how much of a tease he is.

“Okay, I think I got it… what's next?” you question as a pathetic way of asking him to teach you more.

“Well, it seems you have to take a low turn and face to your right so if you bend down a bit…” oh no I can't take this anymore. Not to mention I'm only in shorts and a sports bra... bending down is just oh fuck. You still try to obey his instructions. You're standing with your legs slightly bent. You start to feel a little ridiculous. Hoseok then swiftly moves around to your right side

“Ok now I saw that the next step was to twist your body to me whilst standing up” 

You're too familiar with these moves, but when Hoseok explains them again, you learn how to execute them in a brand-new approach that, dare I say it, was far more straightforward. You turn to face him to your right as you repeat the steps once more, but this time, doing them exactly as he instructed.

It is then when you lose complete balance.

Fortunately, Hoseok manages to grab you in his arms after reaching out. Holy shit, this is even closer.

“Woah, Woah don't worry that was quite a difficult move” he looks down at you still holding onto you. 

You move to put your hands on his chest when you feel his heartbeat. Jesus, it was faster than yours. 

In actuality, Hoseok was mostly just going insane at this time. He tried not to make it obvious, but everything you were doing was apparent to him. Every movement caused a tight knot in his stomach. He was excited by you wearing only shorts and a bra. He was, nevertheless, nervous. In his mind, it was inappropriate, and nothing could have prepared him for this night. Seeing you so enthusiastic about dance made his mind speed even faster. He understood your passion for dance. All you had to do was understand him.

When you asked him to stay, he honestly didn't know what to do with himself. He knew he couldn't just sit and gawk at you, so analysing your movements and thinking of work made him feel a lot less turned on.

Hoseok had a limited romantic life. He hadn't had much action in a long time. So the only thing that had recently crossed his head was to pin you up against the mirror and pound into you till everything became steamy. He knew it wasn't right. Of course, he only just met you. But something about you drew him in; he was captivated by your alluring stare, and he never wanted to leave.

It was hard to have you so near to him. As soon as you lost your balance, he discreetly cursed at himself. He was now the one who was stiff.

Hoseok was afraid he'd never see you again after this night and that everything would still be work-related. He wanted nothing more than to teach you over and over.

“I wish you were my backup dancer…” Hoseok confesses quietly. If he was further away it would've been a lot harder to hear but the fact you two were so close together, you heard every word. Along with his erratic heartbeat and breathing. 

You look at him, raising your head. You turned to stare back at the ground, nervously laughing after being flustered by what he said. You wish he was also your backup dancer right now. Seeing his face and obeying his orders every day, even if you weren't sure you could handle it. It excited you.

At that point, his right hand slowly slid up to your face, softly lifting your chin. You both look at one another from a few inches away. Calculating your expressions, you both understood what you wanted but were scared to say it. Hoseok, on the other hand, moves his focus from your lips to your eyes. Hoseok was unclear whether you felt the same way he did, but if he didn't ask, he'd never know. He made the courageous request, averting his gaze back to your lips.

“Kiss me”

Your stomach is suddenly filled with butterflies. Knees on the verge of buckling. Heart about to burst. You were just urged to kiss Jung Hoseok. Your mind is racing with a million thoughts. You don't immediately lean into him since you're still in shock, but you gradually close the gap between you two. Hoseok worries whether he's made a mistake by asking you his most recent wish, and the seconds you're not mouth to mouth after his quick plea made him nervous. All of that was quickly forgotten in his mind with your next startling action. You kiss him.

It seemed different from past kisses you'd received. Nothing compares to the way his lips moved so desperately against yours, making you feel like this is the moment you've been yearning for your entire life. Hoseok's hand quickly flies to the back of your neck to tighten the kiss. As a result of the sudden movement, you let out a quite moan. This fires something in Hoseok. After your momentary whimper, he proceeds to kiss you forcefully. He then responds with a soft grunt, kissing down to your jawline and then to your neck. In the little time you've been together, he's been desiring this for far too long. Every second, your breathing becomes more ragged. Hoseok looks up from kissing your neck. You're a complete mess. Heat is coursing through your entire body, making you want more.

“Is this, okay? I- I'm sorry” Hoseok suddenly apologises. “Don’t apologise I liked it”

“Yeah?” 

“Yes. Kiss me again?” Hoseok instantly starts kissing you again, much more passionately this time. Your hand creeps towards his neck, pulling him closer to you. You both felt like you wanted something more. That you were too far away. Without hesitating, you both move instinctively toward the chairs near the door, the exact chairs where Hoseok was earlier admiring your every move from head to toe.

You straddle Hoseok, who is being pushed slightly into the chair while he smiles at you. His hands are on your sides. Right now, neither of you is sure what you're doing; all that matters is that it feels right. As an insatiable urge overtakes you, you grind into Hoseok's lap. You repeat your action, using more pressure this time, as he tilts his head back and grunts faintly. Hoseok's groans grow louder as you continue to create friction between his joggers and the thin material of your shorts. 

This felt so good. Your arousal grows stronger with each passing second. You gradually become aware of a rising sensation emanating from beneath you. He was hard, and that turned you on. You whimper every time his cock comes into contact with your aching core. You could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter. This man's effect on you was undeniable.

You reach up to his head to mess up his perfectly arranged hair as you continue to move your hips on the gasping man beneath you. All of this was immense, and you needed something to hold onto. You could feel the pleasure building with each and every moment.

“Wait,” Hoseok calls out.

You felt your consciousness coming back to haunt you, realising you are indeed grinding harshly onto the Jung Hoseok. “Is this okay?” you ask. 

“Y-yes. Oh yes, it's more than okay. I just need to feel you. The fabric. It's not enough.” Hoseok confesses out of breath. You knew exactly what he meant and you completely agreed with him. “What about the cameras?” you suddenly realised looking around the room at the various security cameras. 

“It's okay, I'll sort it out later, I just need you. Right now.” chuckling at his response you suddenly felt all rebellious. 

He assists you in getting out of your shorts. The bottoms of your clothes are quickly dispersed over the dance floor. You return to kissing him, craving for his contact despite the fact that you are nearer than ever. The sensation of your tongues sliding across each other was exhilarating. You never wanted it to end.

Hoseok shies away from the kiss to take a good look at you. 

“You are so beautiful” he emphasised with a sweet smile. You knew he meant it and that made you so much more flustered.

You run your hands down the man's chest, undressing him. He watches you intently as you pull the waistband of his joggers and boxers down from his hips.

Hoseok's cock springs up and slaps against his lower abdomen. His cock was completely perfect and laced with precum. It was just as perfect as the rest of him. You return his gaze with a quiet giggle and a short peck. He looks down, perhaps a little ashamed at the thought of you seeing him in such an exposed state.

Stroking your hands up through his shirt. Hoseok lets out a shaky sigh.

“Ah- god I'm so hard” he closes his eyes and leans his head back once again out of pure desperation.

Gliding your hands back down to the base of his cock you wrap your hand around him. Hoseok bucks his hip up at the abrupt touch of you. 

“Mm please-” he calls out wanting more movement.

You start with a steady pace of moving your hand up and down the long length of his cock wringing out any precum. Hoseok whimpers at the torment of you moving so slow. 

‘P-please- go faster” he whines.

Following his request, you pick up some pace and jerk him off just how he pleases. 

“Does this feel good?” you ask, almost teasing him as he sits there breathless. “Y-yes oh yes it's so hard t-to talk whilst y-you do that. Mh-” he struggles to say.  

You soon notice how Hoseok's tip was especially sensitive. Seeing him in such a mess whilst you swirled your hand around his tip turned you on even more.

“I-i can't! Argh, that's too much...” he expressed as his thighs shook. You continue to twist your hands up and down around the base of his cock. 

Hoseok had never felt such intense pleasure before. The small touches you gave him were enough to send him over the edge.

“W-wait...” he said softly. You pause your movement on him and listen.

“I-i was so close then... I w- want to cum inside you” he pleaded. He couldn't cum like this; it wasn't rewarding enough for him. 

Climbing back onto Hoseok, you position yourself onto the tip of his cock with the help of him holding it in place. Slowly you lower yourself down onto him, feeling him stretch you out. 

“Oh- fuck...” Hoseok lets out a soft moan. “Holy shit you feel so good.”

Starting slowly, you both synchronously tilt your heads back in ecstasy. Leaning in closer, you place your palm on his chest for support, while Hoseok firmly grips your waist.

After that, everything feels like a euphoric blur. With repeated moans and gasps, you up the pace with each passing second until the pleasure overpowers you. Hoseok throws his arms around you as you bounce on his dick mercifully. Chair creaking out of complete strain. 

As the minutes pass your movements become sloppier as you approach your high. Chasing your orgasm, you can feel hoseok become close as well as his cock twitches inside you. 

“I think I'm gonna-” Hoseok states as his breathing gets impossibly fast.

“Me- too” you whine as you feel the pleasure of your climax rise more than it has ever. 

Hoseok lets himself go with a last forceful bounce onto him, filling you with his cum. You quickly feel yourself unravel on top of him, shaking uncontrollably. You're both just chuckling with pleasure.

After a minute of you both catching your breaths. Hoseok breaks the silence.

‘I think I might just be in love with you...” he confesses as you lift yourself off him searching for your shorts which happened to disappear. You chuckle at his words “So soon? You don't even know my name…”

“My apologies …... ” he raises his eyebrows as he waits for a reply to finish his sentence.

“___. I’m ___.” you laugh as you pull up your found shorts. “Well very nice to meet you, ___” 

You smile at him as he repeats your moves pulling his joggers up as well. You blush as you notice a wet patch from where he previously leaked precum.

“Likewise,” 

“We should do this again sometime...” Hoseok looks at you with hope that you felt the same way.

“You mean teaching me or sex?” 

“Hmm, both?” you laugh as you nod in agreement. “Both.”

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[doodlekoo]

park jimin!!! (cr. stillwithjk)

#im not kidding #jimin is so hot #ahhhhh #i’m malfunctioning #this isn’t good for me

[doodlekoo]

prettiest even when barefaced ♡

#jimin #you’re so cute #i love you #hehehe

[doodlekoo]

I'm sorry? - jjk

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for a while... you think he doesn't like you back and well Jungkook is just a nervous wreck.

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: PG

genre/warning: best friends to lovers, FLUFFF, kissing, swearing, some anxiety symptoms

word count: 1.6k

note: hi! this is my first ever one-shot/ff ahhhh!! I'm always having scenarios in my head so I thought I'd just go ahead and write one out for once! pls be nice and enjoy some cliche fluffy stuff :)

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“Noo stop because did you see the look on his face!” You exclaim over the phone.

“It was absolutely priceless” Jungkook admitted. “I'm in so much shit tomorrow though!, ___ you're going to have to guide me through it!’ 

“I'm sure it will be fine. Just buy him another pair of headphones. he'll forgive you.” You try to reassure jungkook. 

“Oh, ___ if only it were that easy.. I’m sure yoongi got the most expensive pair out there” Jungkook painfully chuckles.

It's a rainy night in Seoul, you and Jungkook are thinking back to the day he accidentally spilt his coffee all over Yoongi's expensive music equipment. Listening to his voice in situations like this was incredibly comforting. After a long day of working till you were barebones, just hearing Jungkook blather on warmed up your heart in such a soothing way.

You absolutely fell in love with Jungkook around a year ago, and you weren't reluctant to admit it. You eventually caved into his adorable nonsense after years of friendly teasing. Despite the fact that you had already established this, it hurt to think about your feelings. You can't help but have a big fear of losing him because of this. What if he doesn't view you in that way? If he thinks you're too unattractive? Your smile suddenly starts to fade, and the call gets awkwarder.

“Hey ___?” Jungkook breaks the silence.

“Mhm yes? Sorry I zoned out for a bit” you awkwardly giggle.

“I know it's late and you want to catch up on whatever series you were planning to watch.. but I thought maybe you could come round mine? We could watch that Akira film. I know you've never watched it and you can leave as soon as possible if you want to. No dilly dallying.” Jungkook rambles so quickly that you almost miss half of what he actually said.

“Of course kook. I don't mind at all. That sounds quite nice actually” You chuckle even louder at his foolishness.

“Great! So I'll see you in a bit?” Jungkook let out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, I'll be there in ten!” you felt so conscious that jungkook could sense yourself beaming with joy on your side. Any time where you are close and cuddly with him your heart did somersaults. It wasn't good for you at all. But you just knew you couldn't help but crave his touch. 

After the call ended you stood up from your couch frantically searching for the missing umbrella. 

“Where are you, you little shit!” With each passing second, your impatience increased. Still grinning so widely.

Hurrying out the front door in the pouring rain you made your way over to Jungkook's as soon as possible.

On Jungkook's part however, everything was a lot more on edge. Twiddling with his thumbs, sweating excessively, Jungkook's heart felt like it was about to pump out of his chest. So stupid. He thought.  What is wrong with you?! You idiot! Why didn't you offer a ride?! Jungkooks mind was going round in circles and he felt so dizzy. Is my bed comfy enough? I haven't left anything out so she may trip over?? No! I need a towel for when she arrives! She must've got soaked. Ahhhhh! 

“God, I'm so hot I need a drink..” Slowly rising from the dining chair, Jungkook drank some water to drown his worries.

A startling flurry of knocks on Jungkook's apartment door began ten minutes later. Once more, his heart rate accelerated dramatically. Oh, how you drove him insane.

“___!” In a tight hug, he engulfed you. As you struggled to breathe, you made a few little noises that caused Jungkook to realise that he was nearly suffocating you.

“Nice to great- see you!” You chuckle at his odd behaviour. Is he okay??

“OH! You're so wet, hold on! I got towels! Let me get them!” Although this is somewhat typical for Jungkook, I'd say he was acting rather abnormally.

You enter Jungkook's moody but warm home after he abruptly fled to the bathroom. Almost like a museum, Jungkook's home was filled with random items and mementos from the many places he had travelled. You laugh aloud when you recognize particular items that are tied with memorable events.

“Here.. I'm so sorry I should have offered a ride..” Jungkook confessed apologetically.

“Oh no no it's okay your apartment isn't that far. Plus I don't mind the rain.” Although the silence wasn't deafening, it was nonetheless awkward. It was unusual for you two to feel embarrassed in each other's company given how long you and Jungkook had been friends. It seemed as though you had both acknowledged something all of sudden.

You were led to Jungkook's bed. As amusing as that might have seemed, this scenario was in no way sexual. In reality, it resembles the awkward first date of two teens.

Jungkook clasped his hands together and then abruptly lifted his finger as if he remembered something while his preferred movie was showing on the television opposite his bed.

“Snacks! We need snacks!” Because Jungkook was so cute, you couldn't help but fall more and more in love with him every day.

“Do you want me to help?” You made the offer to ease his nerves. This evening, he appeared to be quite anxious. But you didn't think much about it.

“It's okay, just stay here and get comfortable. I’ll be quick.” He paused for a split second before fleeing out into the distance once again.

Yet again, you sat quietly. Up till a faint whine and a patter patter was heard. It was Jungkook's Doberman, Bam. Your eyes lit up.

“Hello there! Aww you're so cute!” Soon after bopping his nose and giving Bam some much-deserved pats, Jungkook came back carrying all of your favourites.

“So Bam found you huh? I swear to god he loves you more than me.. My feelings are hurt” Jungkook frowns. You can't help but feel a little proud. You love all of his dogs so it's reassuring to know they like you back.

Jungkook made his way to the bed, sitting beside you. Exhaling, he started to lay out all the snacks in front of you both. You shuffle yourself closer to him to receive his warmth. Smiling like an idiot, Jungkook stays stiff as a board. 

“Shall we begin?” you say as you reach for the remote to press play.

This felt wonderful. With Jungkook by your side, he found himself sinking into your side throughout the first 15 minutes of the movie. The sound of 80s anime is playing while rain is still pattering on the window. You could get used to this. You turn to your side, Bam is curled up in his dog bed, snoring slightly. You then turn your attention to Jungkook. He was paying close attention to the film. Not even a blink. You exhaled a sigh and reached into the bowl of popcorn wedged between your legs for more. Although it wasn't popcorn, what you felt was soft. When you look down, Jungkook's hand is slyly stealing your portion of popcorn. When he saw, he immediately withdrew his hand.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry that was yours! I'm sorry!” Jungkook abruptly begins to apologise ferociously. You didn't understand why he behaved in such a dramatic way. You started to experience some self-anxiety because you know yourself. You were misguided in thinking that Jungkook only sees you as a friend because of your worry that he felt the need to pull away so quickly after your hands touched.

“It's okay don't worry” you gave him a slight smile. Did he really just see you as a friend?

For the following ten minutes, Jungkook becomes quite restless. He kept shifting positions on the bed and moving the snacks around. Was the impact on him truly that serious? Why does he seem so surprised? Suddenly you jumped at Jungkook's unexpected outburst, which came out of nowhere,

“___!” He spoke out loud. Your eyes grew wider. something has possessed him. For the umpteenth time today, he swiftly averted his head away from you while still feeling humiliated.

“Yes?” you laugh. 

“I'm sorry i didn't mean to startle you i just- well nevermind im sorry..” What is it with Jungkook and him apologising today? 

Jungkook begins to breathe heavily. As he becomes progressively more agitated, you watch. Okay, I'm certain that he has something on his mind.

“Hey is everything okay? You seem on edge today.” you ask concerned.

“I- yes I just, I think I need to say something..” Wondering why you tell him to go on. Jungkook's breathing suddenly becomes very strained.

“I like you! I always have I just recently you've been doing things to me and it's gotten too much I just- I'm sorry... I can't keep it in anymore. I want us to be more ___” You gape openly as you stare at him. You are overwhelmed with happiness to the point where you could run around in circles outside in the rain. But Jungkook responds to your silence in a very different way, scrunching himself up and covering his face.

“Oh no i'm sorry! just please forget everything i said.. I should've never confessed.” You lightly chuckle.

“You're such an idiot” You cup his cheeks while removing his hands from his face. As you get closer to him while maintaining eye contact with his lips, you give him a gentle, passionate kiss.

Jungkook appears to be a bright red tomato while simultaneously looking at you with relief. He quickly reclines back into his pillows and lets out a big sigh.

“God you're so adorable.” You say as you watch the rest of the film with huge grins on both of your faces, you sink into him with his arms wrapped around you.

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