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Strawberry Cream and BBQ - 11

Pairing: Hybrid Hoseok and Human Reader

Overview: Your best friend knows she can count on you for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip for four months, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way no one expected.

Word Count: 1,376

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Future smut, Angst, Best friends to Lovers

Warning: None.

Master List

Sneak Peak - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 (Final) - Move in Day: A SC&BBQ Drabble

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You were starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you were overthinking everything.

With a huff, you ran a hand through your hair as you leaned back in the God-awful wooden chair that made your back ache after only twenty minutes. The Biology Lecture had ended an hour ago, but you weren’t ready to go back to your small apartment and be alone with Hoseok. Instead, you hightailed your ass to the Stacks in your campus library and went to the third floor. There you began to pull out every single book about hybrids, more specifically, hybrids and their mates.

Which meant that the table you were sitting at was covered in a dozen or so books, all opened to their sections about mates, with all the same recycled information. It was the same thing that you learned about in the Hybrid 101 class you took, and what all your hybrid friends told you.

Mating was seen as the most intimate bond between two hybrids. You thought it was more romantic than simply getting married because with mating, there was no divorce. It was a life long commitment that only Death could sever. Instead of a ring, the female was marked on her neck with a bite from the male. This would then intertwine their scents together so that any other hybrid would know that the female was already claimed as someone else’s.

What was confusing for you, was that finding a mate was instantaneous. Once they found each other, it was supposed to be clear as day that the two were made for each other. Or at least for the hybrid if the other was human.

Your friendship with Hoseok has been going on for three years now. Not once has he ever mentioned the possibility. According to the books, it had listed the male as being extremely protective of the female when they were around other males that were unfamiliar to him. Again, that wasn’t Hoseok. He had always been protective, but he was protective of all his friends to a degree, but Sue and you were always his top two since the others had their hybrids.

Except...except for that first night when he came to stay with you and caught Johnny’s scent. That was the fist time you ever saw Hoseok, furious and even a little terrifying when he thought you let Johnny mark you.

“Once,” you muttered to yourself, harshly closing another book and tossing it on to the ever-growing pile on the table. “He’s acted like that once in three years.”

Why did it hurt then? Why did the thought of him being with someone else romantically, make it feel like your breath was lodged in your throat and your heart shaking? It was the memory of Hoseok burying his face in your neck and his arms tightening around your that warmed you, that allowed you to take the deep breath.

If, and it was a giant if at that, if you were his mate then why wouldn’t he say anything? He could have had you all those years ago, but instead he let you suffer heart ache after heart ache with each ex. He knew how much it hurt. He was the one who comforted you.

Loudly groaning, you leaned forward and rested the upper half of your body on the table of books. He was your best friend. These feelings, they weren’t appropriate. Friends aren’t supposed to feel like this. Especially with knowing that he had a mate out there in the world. But here you were, your heart longing for Hoseok; a dream that was only meant for the imagination.

Sadly, you didn’t want it to stop.

Somewhere in the pile, a vibration moved the books along with the sound of wind chimes. After a moment of participating in your own pity party, you sat up to search for your phone. Sue’s contact was personalized so that every time she sent a text, wind chimes would softly ring out. As Hoseok had once joked, it was a calm breeze before the chatter box could speak.

It took a few tries but eventually you found it, half hidden in the pages of one of the books. Raising an eyebrow, you opened up your messages, seeing that she had sent you a bunch of short texts.

Just checking in.

Colin said he hasn’t heard from you two so thought I’d text.

Sorry I haven’t called in a while.

School’s getting busy.

Lots of sightseeing.

How’s Hoseok?

You smiled, your thumbs moving across the screen to answer her. At least with texting, you didn’t have to worry about her seeing straight through the lies as you wrote, ‘Everything’s good!’

Everything was not good. Your heart was conflicted and you didn’t even know the truth. Only Hoseok did, and the idea of asking him was the equivalent of drinking a cup of anxiety. Not today, thank you very much.

Just as you hit send, your phone vibrated once again, this time from the guilty man himself.

Hey Strawberry, just letting you know I’m leaving the café now. I should be home in a bit, want me to pick up Ben and Jerry’s and we can have another movie night? This time we’ll actually finish the movie too.

A breathless laugh escaped as you leaned back against the chair once again. He knew you all too well. Before you could even think of a better reason to stay – because let’s be honest, there wasn’t – you were already agreeing and promising to leave the campus soon. Standing up, your back cracked immediately, making you moan in relief as you twisted both ways to relieve even more of the pressure. That alone was a sign you had stayed too long.

Closing up the books, you brought them to the carts to be reshelved, taking three trips. As much as going home excited you, the nerves that were building up in your stomach forced you to take your sweet time.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Lying to Sue was not something you enjoyed, but how could you explain what was going on to her, when you couldn’t explain it to yourself?

Across from the where you stood was a window overlooking the campus. Your eyes locked on it in curiosity as you walked over to it, taking a deep breath while leaning against the wall. From this high up you were able to see fellow students milling about, bundle up in their winter gear as they attempted to walk across the frozen green to get to class.

The sky was a grey overcast, the frigid cold seeping into your bones despite all the layers. It felt like it was going to snow at any given moment. Even so, there was something that made you feel warm on the inside. Two students were walking across the green, their hands laced together with smiles on their faces as they headed in the direction of one of the dorm buildings. The girl was holding a coffee in her free hand, and the man had a Dunkins to-go bag in his free hand.

Whatever they were saying to make each other smile and laugh was left unknown. Instead, you merely got to watch as the man came to an abrupt stop and kissed her. It was sweet, adorable, a true Pinterest moment if you say so yourself. You smiled and the longer you watched, the more you wished that you could be her. To be happy and carefree with the man you wanted. Or in your case, with the hybrid you wanted.

Pressing your lips together, you forced yourself to walk away from the window to gather up your belongings, not wanting to keep Hoseok waiting if he was already home.

It seemed like your heart was winning more and more with each passing day. Even with the day’s research – or lack of it – you were still hopeful that maybe, just maybe, it was possible. That one day maybe the two of you, could have what the couple outside had right now.

Sadly, unless Hoseok ever mentioned it, you weren’t ever going to know. And you weren’t sure if you were willing to risk that type of heartache on yourself by asking.

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thatmultifandomhoe · 5 years

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Strawberry Cream and BBQ - 9

Pairing: Hybrid Hoseok and Human Reader

Word Count: 2,597

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Future smut, Angst, Best friends to Lovers

Warning: Some light swearing.

Master List

©thatmultifandomhoe Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without permission.

Hoseok pressed his lips together as he stared down at your sleeping form on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. He really shouldn’t be all that surprised, but there you were. After the two of you came home from the Dance Studio, neither of you wanted to do anything that required more than minimum effort. That was obviously code for Netflix and pass out on the couch.

It was two in the morning when his own head started to fall backwards and somehow, you were still awake and even managed to help him into bed. He must have been more exhausted than he realized because he never went to bed without making sure you went to sleep first, a habit he’s had for God knows how long. It was done with your comfort in mind, because if Hoseok was being completely honest, you slept in the weirdest positions of all time.

Like right now.

You were on your side facing the cushion, legs curled up to your chest and your left arm was resting on your stomach. So far, a normal position. But your right arm was over your head and bent at the elbow over your face, like you were protecting yourself in your sleep. It was the most uncomfortable position he had ever seen someone sleep in and with living in a shelter for year, he saw some interesting positions.

“Oh Strawberry,” Hoseok murmured, lightly shaking his head at you. With extremely careful movements, he managed to bring your arms down to your sides, allowing him to slip an arm under your knees and the other behind your back to carry you. The moment you were settled in his arms, you shifted, forcing him to hold his breath. He didn’t want you to wake up, it was early – nine in the morning – and knew you would complain about being awake before your alarm went off. Instead however, your fingers grabbed a hold of his shirt and you curled closer to him, sighing.

He smiled at the action, his tail wagging as he walked the short distance to your bedroom to deposit you under the warmth of the million blankets you tended to sleep under. His face turned into one of longing, watching as you burrowed under your blankets. There was nothing he wanted more than to get in on the other side and fall back asleep with you safely in his arms. But he held himself back. Instead, once positive you wouldn’t wake up for another hour, he tip-toed out and quietly closed the bedroom door, not relaxing until he was in the kitchen of your small apartment.

No…not small. Cozy. He liked calling it cozy because it had that homey feel to it. As you always said, one day you were gonna need a bigger space, but he liked not having to walk down an endless hallway to get to a kitchen where you could fit three ping pong tables side by side and still have more than enough room. Having everything close and nearby, was much better.

Scratching his ears, he grabbed his phone with his free hand, smiling as he opened up a message from Sue. She had taken a selfie with some of her new friends at a café from the looks of it. His thumb typed out a quick response, wishing her good luck in classes along with asking her to be safe when she went out. If anything were to happen to Sue…Hoseok shook his head, his ears flapping at the movement. He needed to stop thinking like that. He was already protective of Sue, something that Colin isn’t too fond of at all, but what was Hoseok supposed to do? He was a German Shepard hybrid. It was in his nature to be protective of those he cared about.

Speaking about caring about someone, he looked over his shoulder back at your bedroom door. If he listened closely, he could hear the even beating of your heart. Unless he managed to drop every pot and pan you owned, there was nothing waking you up before your alarm.

His heart on the other hand, good God. Was this how it was supposed to feel all those years ago? Was he supposed to feel like the most powerful hybrid when he carried you in his arms? Were you supposed to feel like home? Hoseok was fairly certain, more then certain, he was positive that you were his mate. There was always that slim chance he was wrong, that you weren’t and he was making a mistake. If that was the case, he’d be devastated.

Hoseok needed to talk to Namjoon. The wolf hybrid had gone through something similar, and if there was anyone that he could trust with a secret this deep and get advice from at the same time, it was definitely Namjoon.

With his phone still in hand, he shot a quick text to the wolf asking if he wanted to meet up for coffee at eleven thirty. He wasn’t surprised when he got a reply within a matter of five minutes.

Sounds good to me.

Hobi was surprised when his phone vibrated seconds later, signaling another message.

It’s about her isn’t it?

His thumbs hovered over the key but he wrote out a simple ‘yes,’ and, ‘I’ll tell you then,’ and left it at that. There was no point in telling the story twice. With plans made, he set his phone back down and started filling up the kettle with water to boil for coffee when you woke up.

***

Something was up.

It wasn’t just that you felt like something was off, you knew for a fact that something had, or was going to happen, but you couldn’t put your finger on it and it was annoying the crap out of you.

By the time you managed to pull yourself out of bed, thanks to your blaring alarm, it was ten forty in the morning. You had to leave your apartment by eleven to get on campus and make it to your American Literature class and Biology lecture but still, no one liked having to leave their warm blankets for the cold weather.

Thankfully, you were greeted with Hoseok handing you a mug of coffee once you left the bathroom. You had on black leggings and an old black oversized hoodie with purple fuzzy socks for warmth. An outfit that obviously reflected the mood of every college student.

“Thank you,” you softly murmured, cradling the hot mug in your hands and took a long sip. As the heavenly beverage ran through your body, a soft moan escaped and you closed your eyes, taking another drink.

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, amused but also wondering how else he could get you to make that sound again. He shook his head immediately after that thought though, it wasn’t appropriate at the moment. Maybe one day, but until then he shouldn’t think about you like that. “You fell asleep on the couch again,” he said instead, walking back into the kitchen where he had the toaster out.

You paused at his accusation, the corner of your lips twitching as you settled on the chair at the high counter, watching as he glanced over at the toaster. “There was like twenty minutes left of the movie so I finished it. I must have fallen asleep by accident.”

He scoffed, getting out a plate just as an English muffin popped up. In a matter of minutes, the plate was slid in front of you with peanut butter and butter before going back and putting in another muffin for himself. When he turned around, he automatically laughed. You were sitting there in all black and a look of shock written all over your face. Mouth dropped open and eyes wide.

“You made me breakfast?” You asked, closing your mouth as it turned into a smile. As simple as it is, it was your favorite thing to eat in the morning.

“Of course,” Hoseok answered, still chuckling as he leaned back against the island you had, having to pause from drinking his own coffee so it wouldn’t spill. “You’re letting me stay here for four months and I know how to cook. It’s the least I can do.”

Hearing his explanation, your cheeks grew sore from smiling so much. “Thank you Hoseok. I really do appreciate it.”

“Oh, I know.” He chirped, buttering up his own breakfast.

You rolled your eyes, swallowing down some food and repicked up your mug. “Any plans for today?”

Hoseok paused, the knife he was using to spread the peanut butter was pressed against the softened muffin. The gears in his head were rapidly spinning in an attempt to create some cover up. He really hated lying to you, but there was no way he was telling you about the discussion he was planning on having with Namjoon. At least, not yet. Maybe one day he could. But that would mean you accepted him as your mate. That thought was just a hopeful dream at the moment.

“Just meeting up with Namjoon for brunch,” he simply answered, forcing his hands to continue moving. He refused to look in your direction just yet, fearing the second he looked in your eyes that he’d be spilling the whole damn truth.

In the time that Hoseok was frozen, you managed to finish eating and was tossing out the paper plate. One glance at the clock and you knew you had to kick your ass into gear if you wanted to leave on time.

“Brunch?” You quickly asked in an attempt to make sure you heard him right. “What brought this on?”

Shit, Hoseok thought. Shit, shit, shit. “I suggested it.” He finally said, thinking on the fly. “I thought he might like it, he seems like the type of person who would enjoy brunch.”

But you were rushing around, throwing your laptop and charger into your backpack, and grabbing the thousand-page textbook that you had decorated throughout the texts with a dozen colorful page markers. “That sounds like fun. Wish I could go.” Setting your bag on the couch, you power walked back into your room, grabbing your keys and phone charger before going back out to the living room.

Hoseok watched in amusement as you ran back and forth between your room and the living room where you had your bag, filling and emptying it out at the same time. As grateful as he was that you weren’t asking more about his meet up with Namjoon, he wished that you would just slow down. He knew how important school and work was for you, but you tended to let both things take over your life and stress you out beyond belief.

Without even being asked, he took your unfinished coffee and dumped it into a travel mug, topping it off with some of his since you both drink it the same way. There had been many times when he caught you stealing sips from his own mug.

“Come on Strawberry,” he gently called out when you disappeared into your bedroom once more. “I am demanding a hug before you leave here and I do not want it to be half assed because you’re rushed.”

“Half assed?” You repeated, walking out of the bedroom with your head tilted to the right as you tried to slip an earring through the hole. The minute you saw his smile and the travel mug though, you relaxed. “Give me one second Hobi and I promise, I’ll give you the best hug in the world.”

“You already give the best hugs in the world,” he whined. His tail however, continued to wave back and forth.

Once the ear rings were in place, you made your way over to him. “What about Sue? I thought you loved her hugs,” you teased, wrapping him in a hug.

“Yours are still the best.” He murmured into your hair, his arms tight as he tried to hold you close. That made you giggle and to Hoseok, it was music to his ears. So much so, that he nuzzled his head against your neck, getting you to laugh even louder.

Like always, his hugs ignited a warmth that spread throughout your body. It was always a mystery to you as how he was the only one to do this. Even at the happiest moment with your exes, this feeling never happened. It was a Hoseok only thing.

“Alright,” you murmured after a while, knowing that you had spent too long in his arms. “I have to get going to make it on time.”

Hoseok released a whine, his arms tightening even more to make you stay. If you didn’t have any other commitments you’d gladly stay behind. But college was expensive as fuck, meaning that if you skipped class, you’d literally be throwing away money. Which in your book, was not an option. Unless of course, you were dying of the plague.

You held your ground though and regrettably pulled out of his hug. Grabbing your jacket from closet, your slipped it on along with the rest of your winter gear, tugging your beanie on last. With a huff you grabbed the backpack, glancing at Hoseok when he giggled. He was patiently waiting for you to take the travel mug.

“Text me when you get there?” He asked, a hopeful look on his face.

With careful hands you took the coffee. “And I’ll text you when I’m leaving,” you added. The smile that appeared on his face made the thought of staying home all that more tempting. “Okay, I really have to go now.”

He opened the door for you, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his stomach. “Have fun with classes.”

“Have fun with Namjoon.”

Waving one last time, you headed for the elevator, smiling to yourself because you knew Hoseok was watching you. It was a part of his nature to make sure you were safe, that’s what he told you at least the first time he did this. But it felt different this time. Just like how dinner last night was different.

Everything was changing, and as the elevator opened up to the ground floor and you walked out of the building, you remembered how it felt to indulge yourself in his arms the night before. It sent butterflies flying in your stomach and made your mouth dry, forcing you to take a sip of your coffee once you were in the car.

Hoseok had made your coffee perfectly.

Staring out the windshield, you focused on the patch of snow that sat on the curb. It was the last remits of the snow storm from a few weeks ago. Although you used the term, ‘storm,’ lightly. The news had broadcasted it like it was going to be the worst storm of the season. In reality, your town got maybe, four or five inches of snow. Not that you were complaining, the college had cancelled classes the night before and your boss at the bookstore said not to come in, so you had the pleasure of staying in bed where it was warm.

The longer your stared though, the easier it was for your mind to wander. To what Namjoon said, to last night at the Dance Studio with Hobi, even to just fifteen minutes ago. And each time you found yourself longing to be back in Hoseok’s arms.

“What am I doing?” You whispered. There was no answer though, because you had no idea.

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