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silent-raven13 · 5 months

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Miles' work husband

Hobby casually walking with Pavtri and Gwen, the three finished a mission from a world filled with fairies. So they were covered in pixie dust that got Gwen sniffing like crazy. "AH-CHOO! Ugh, man! This is worse than pollen!" She sniffs feeling terrible.

"Oh no, you need some allergy medication?" Pavtri asked with worry, "Maybe we should go to Med-Bay and get some pills."

"AH-CHOO!" Gwen sneezed next to Hobie. Luckily they were all wearing all their Spidey mask, which was bad for Gwen. All her snot and spit went her mask making Pavtri give a disgusted look.

Hobie gave a stank expression under his mask. YUCK! "Aye, you good, Gwendy?"

Gwen groans, "UGH! This is so gross. I'm going to Med-Bay. I need some allergy pills!" She remove her masks showing her upper lip being wet.

"Maybe go to the bathroom first, because that looks really nasty." Pavtri hums at her trying to be kind.

"Yeah, I should." She cover her lower face feeling grossed out and embarrassed about it. "God, I wish Kaine was here! At least, I know he would warned me about that place!"

"Oh yeah, he has a cute fanny pack now!" Pavtri giggles.

Hobie's arched his left eyebrow being curious about this new Spider-man. "Kaine?"

"Oh, he's recently new to HQ- um, I'll go wash up. Pav, give Hobie the TEA and DON'T TELL HIM ABOUT WHAT THE PEEPS ARE SAYING ABOUT HIM AND... mm-mmm!" Gwen left at that, she rushes through the restroom.

"OHHHHH! OKAY!" Pavtri nodded at this being excited about sharing some sweet gossip.

Hobie being a laid back person, he never cared about other people business or their own drama in Spider Society. Also, Pavtri always keeps the punker well informed about everything going on HQ. The bubbly guy is an encyclopedia of every Spider-men and their drama. He can tell which Spider-man ate a blueberry muffin at the cafeteria at twelve in the afternoon.

"So," Pavtri's voice broke Hobie's train of thought. The punker finally looks at his friend with interest. "Kaine Parker is a clone of Peter Parker! He was one of the first clones before Ben Riley, and he's so nice! I mean, really really nice!"

"Okay? How does he look?"

"His suit is sort of like Miles' color scheme, black and red. Mostly red." Pavtri said, "As his face? Hmm, I dunno know how he looks. I heard he had a defect so part of his face is disfigured and he's very self conscious about it."

"Ah, poor lad." Hobie simply said.

"Yeah! He's a sweet guy! You should meet him! He's into a lot of nerd stuff like Lord of the Rings, Star trek or Starwars." Pavtri happily ramble, "And he's so awkward, too. I'm glad he got Miles to help him out on missions."

"Miles know him?" Hobie casually asked, he wasn't jealous... yet. He learned to not get his insecurities get the best of him.

"Yeah, they work on the same schedule, and they tend to always team up. I'm surprised you haven't seen him! He's always around here hanging out, and helping as much as he can."

"Sounds like a nice mate."

"Oh yeah!" Pavtri kept talking without thinking about what he was going to say, "Everyone knows him, so you gotta meet him. Him and Miles also does this funny handshake every time they meet."

"So they're friends?" Hobie asked, his magazine body turning into a muted yellow being curious about this. He's okay, no jealousy here.

"Huh uh, everyone thinks they are funny together, even on missions they get each other." The wavy haired Spider-man giggles at the memories, "It's no wonder they called each other work husbands-OPP!." He quickly slap his mouth shut by his own words leaving him out.

"What?" Hobie's whole body turned into a dark grey mixed with red alerted fonts.

"NOTHING!" Pavtri quickly meep.

"Pav, mate...'" Hobie creepily sway himself like a snake to meet his friend's eyes, "What did you say?"

Pavtri nervously stood holding his breath, damn he sometimes wish he sew his mouth shut. Hobie always reacts like this. Oh why he couldn't keep quiet!

Without a second heartbeat Gwen came to the rescue, she came with paper towels wiping her wet hands from using the restroom. Her face refreshed and clean from snot, "Gwen! Oh thank Brahma!" Pavtri quickly hides behind her with a small whisper. "I'm sorry."

"Wha?" Her blue eyes look back and forth between her friend, "PAV, you didn't!" She hissed as she noticed Hobie turning red with black fonts flashing through him.

"I'm sorry! I didn't-" Hobie cut them arguing, "Gwendy, what is going on?"

"Uhhh.... nothing, heh?" Gwen stood nervously with Pavtri hugging her.

"Gwen. Pavtri." A warning sound from their Hobie which they never heard his voice deep and it was rare for him to use their names! "What. Is. Going. On?" His dark eyes on them.

"Uhhhhh...." Gwen looks down the floor to the open space of the hallway, "promise you won't get mad?"

"Mm...." He saw them waiting for him to make the promise. "Fine. I promise." His black and red colors on his were showing more seeing he was frustrated.

Gwen and Pavtri look at each other then decided to tell him. "Okay, so Kaine and Miles been on missions and hanging out for a while...."

"I heard." Hobie crosses his arms across his chest feeling upset.

"So everyone that worked with them since they are friends... they like to say they are each other work husbands... heh." Gwen slowly said.

"Work husbands? And what is that?" Hobie scowls a bit already having a foul mood.

"It's like having a husband, but at work! They just work so well on missions, Hobie. Everyone makes fun of them being so sync- there's nothing wrong with having a bit fun! Hobie, we swear him and Miles are-" Gwen saw Hobie walking off already jealous. "Ah, shit! Pav, I told you to stay quiet about this!" She walks to follow Hobie before the punker does anything ridiculous.

"I'm sorry! But what did you expect! I'm always talking!" Pav defend himself. He follows her with a panic in his mind. "You don't think he'll get upset!"

"Gawd, I hope not!" She said out loud as they follow Hobie.

Hobie follows his watch where he sync with his beloved Sunflower. The moment he got to a room where a lot of Spider-heroes appeared from their portals, he saw Miles coming out of the portal with a Spider-man wearing red and black.

"Wow, man. That was such an awesome world! I didn't know we had to learn magic!" Miles laughs along side the Spider-man.

"Right! The fight with the orcs! I never thought it would be so much fun!" Kaine laughs along being taller than Miles, possibly the same height as Hobie, but with more muscle. The guy accidentally tripped, "OPP!"

"I gotcha man!" Miles quickly caught Kaine in his arms and they were laughing. The two were being goofy. Hobie felt a wave of jealousy seeing his Sunflower smiling with that perfect smile from a Spider-man. No, only he gets to make him smile.

"Haha, thanks man!" Kaine gave him a side hug. "I can't wait for next week."

Next week? Hobie tilted his head being confused.

"Oh yeah, Ganke so want a rematch." Miles giggles.

Kaine was about to speak until, he noticed the famous Spider Punk appearing behind the Miles with one hand around Miles' waist being protective. "Hobie!" Miles turns to be startled by his man.

"Hello, luv!" Hobie pulls Miles close to him, then his eyes stare over to Kaine, "Who's this?"

"OH this is Kaine!" Miles introduce him.

Kaine nodded with his hand sticking out, "Hi, Kaine Parker! Earth 617! I'm sort of a clone of Peter Parker, but in my world he actually died by some complicated stuff and I got to take over.... it's a whole thing!"

"Huh..." The tall punker sounded like he's listening but his eyes would go back to his partner. This time he slouches on Miles making him stumble a bit by his weight.

"Ohfff, baby! You gotta warn me next time! I almost fell." Miles found his stance and stood while holding on to his partners' weight.

Kaine's brow bone arched showing from his mask, "He's a cuddler?" He stood amazing on Hobie's body changing into a soft pink with hearts all over. It's very fascinating to watch. Kaine had more a dark harsh lines like an intense ink comic book style.

"Yeah, always!" Miles giggles as Hobie acted like a toddler wanting his parent to pay attention to him. He rubs his cheek against Miles' soft baby cheeks, he's like a cat. "Bae, I'm talking."

Hobie quickly hugs him being jealous. "Oh, I'm sorry, Kaine!" Miles chuckles nervously, "Hobie is always like this."

"Nah, your good! I didn't know the famous Spider Punk was this friendly." Kaine chuckles.

"Hey, you two!" A Spider-woman with duo chrome of green and yellow metallic spider suit with a black spider printed on the middle of her chest. This one had a high pony tail with long brown hair.

Hobie turns his head looking confused, "Who's this, luv?" He asked.

"Oh this is Kitty Pryde! She's a Spider-woman on Earth XM129, she got sweet super powers like me!" Miles said happily.

"Hahaha, I go through solid objects." She took off her mask to reveal her face. Kitty had such a pretty face almost like angelic doll with brown eyes and soft pink lips with small nose. "Spider Punk?"

"I don't believe in labels."

"Ahh, gotcha." Kitty heard Spider Punk is a pro activist at heart, always going against the government, the system. Not surprised of this introduction. Then she turned to Kaine, "So Kaine, how was your hubby in the magical world?"

"Hubby?" Hobie's head pop up from his cuddle with his boyfriend, he's full on alert. His body turning grey with a flash of yellow.

Miles placed his hand on his boyfriend's chest, "Relax, bae. It's a funny nickname everyone says about me and Kaine."

"Ohh, are you jealous?" Kitty watches at Hobie's body with amusement, "Don't worry it's all a joke. Miles and Kaine are work hubbies."

"Work hubbies?" Hobie turns his head at Miles, then places his hands on his lover's shoulders, "No, this is MY boyfriend, mates!"

Miles rolled his eyes, "Hobie! It's all a joke-" His boyfriend buries his head into his chest, "No, you're my boyfriend, luv!"

Kaine held his hands up in defense, "We get it, but it's everyone that likes to joke about it. Don't worry I'm a taken man!"

Kitty giggles having her arms wrapping around Kaine's right arm, "Hehe, he's not listening, bae."

Hobie already acting like a child about this, "Luv, I thought you and I were supposed to be together forever!"

"We are! Baby, we're just friends that work well on- WHOA! Hobie, put me down!" Miles never felt so embarrassed being picked up like a bride.

Hobie nuzzles his partner's cheeks again, "This is better, Sunflower!" He protectively carry his boyfriend. "Ain't I make a better work husband for you."

Miles let out a loud sigh, "Yeah..." No use now! His boyfriend is already jealous.

"I love you, Sunflower!" Hobie planted kisses on his cheeks.

Kitty giggles, "Awe, so cute! Hobie, you know Miles and Kaine put their names as Hubby 1 and 2 on our logs!" A log where many Spider-heroes sign up to partner up or go in groups for missions.

"AH!" Hobie stood in shock before he whines, "SUNFLOWER!"

"DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM, KITTY!" Miles shouted, "Ahh, Hobie!" His boyfriend began telling him how much he loves him and snuggling him. A whole rant about he never felt so betray!

"Kitty, you know you did that with Gwen!" Kaine said to his girlfriend.

"Hehehe, I know. It's just I heard Hobie gets all cute with his boo when a man comes into Mimi's life." Kitty giggles as she watches the two. Pavtri's blog on Spider So-City was never wrong. They are a cute couple.

#punkflower #miles morales #hobie brown #across the spider verse #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

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hobiebrownismygod · 6 months

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Let's talk about Hobie turning pink around Miles & Mayday. Why them?

A lot of people have noticed that Hobie turns pink whenever he's in close proximity with or touches Miles.

I love this picture, Gwen just looks so happy that her two best friends are getting along, she's so adorable <3 Look at Miles and Hobies' big ass eyes 😭

This also happens with Mayday Parker

Now a lot of people believe that Hobie does this around people he cares about or feels affection towards. But if this is true, how come he doesn't turn pink around Gwen or Pavitr?

In his introduction scene, when Hobie and Pavitr are play fighting, Hobie never turns pink, and only turns from his grey color scheme to his original red and blue one. As for Gwen, we see him around her and talking with her multiple times throughout the movie but we never see him turn pink in response to her proximity. We know that Pavitr and Hobie are "very close" and Gwen and he have been roommates for a while as well, so why does his color only change around Miles and Mayday, considering that he didn't even know Miles before?

I headcanon that he turns pink around people he's protective of.

Pavitr and Gwen, two of his best friends, are assimilated enough into the Spider Society to own their own watches, and trustworthy enough to be sent on missions and be out in the field. They work for Miguel and they are completely accepting of the Spider Society's rules. Although Pavitr probably doesn't know about his canon events, considering the fact that he tried to save both Gayatri and Police Inspector Singh, he still is considered a member of the Spider Society, as shown when Jess told Lyla to "contact" the Spider of Earth-50101 (Mumbattan) before sending Gwen there. This supports the idea that Pavitr is a known member and might have even participated in anomaly missions before. Meanwhile, Gwen knows about canon events and still supports Miguel and the Spider Society, going as far as to lie to Miles about the goals of the society and the people in it. Since Hobie obviously does not agree with the society's views or Miguel's, he would also not agree with Pavitr or Gwen on this subject.

However, Miles doesn't know about the Spider Society or canon events yet. He has no idea about the problems with being Spider-man and helped Pavitr save his Police Inspector Singh. Hobie would take this as a sign of independence and self-thought and would definitely appreciate it. I think that Hobie views Miles as a little brother figure, and wants to protect him. He doesn't want Miles to assimilate into the Spider Society and he wants to shield his innocence for as long as possible. Because of this, he feels a connection toward him and this connection is portrayed by his changing of color schemes.

As for Mayday, she's still a baby/toddler that has zero idea of what goes on in the Spider Society. From what we can see, she doesn't even know how to walk or talk yet. Hobie would most definitely view her as a younger sibling and would feel the same obligation to shield her innocence before Miguel assimilates her too into the society. He feels the same connection to Mayday as he does to Miles.

He has a sibling-esque relationship with them and that makes him want to protect them from the Society.

I'm not saying that Hobie doesn't turn pink because of affection, but I don't think thats the only reason behind it. I think there's probably a much deeper emotional connection behind it, because otherwise it wouldn't make much sense as to why he only turns pink around Mayday and Miles because the two are fairly different.

This has been stuck in the back of my head for a long time, cuz I could never really understand why Hobie would feel a connection to Miles and Mayday over Gwen and Pavitr, so this "brotherly" love kind of connection makes more sense to me. I think he feels more of a sibling-like connection to Miles and Mayday compared to how he sees more of a friendship-like connection to Gwen and Pavitr if that makes sense.

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ofdreamsanddoodles · 9 months

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literally all of this started because i wanted to make this joke

anyway these are my designs for atsv versions of hobie's friends! here's some thoughts

Thinking about it & how worn out they are in the comics, it's def possible that karl & riri stole their outfits instead of making them, which is why there's more of a focus on adding details instead of like, making something new (at least in the comics) but i also didn't think karl would have any reason to stick too closely to cap's color scheme, so i made his pants red

Riri, i thought would probably use parts of different machines to make riotheart, but i wasn't sure how to draw that without making it too clunky, so i focused on emphasizing the secondhand nature of it. everything has to be attached by chain or else it'll fall apart. those fishnets are actually for structural reasons

i did consider adding some kind of tank top to riri's design but i think emphasizing the robot works better

Riri also i wanted to be a bit more goth than the others, because i thought it'd fit her. Karl is more glam-rock for the same reason

my main goal for this was to dial their designs to be as memorable as possible, but without making them so visually cluttered they'd be impossible to draw

I wanted them all to have design aspects that tied them together, so naturally i chose their paint jobs! i didn't expect for them to all have yellow details added on, but it works out well

they all have a white spider somewhere on their outfits because it's one of my favorite hobie patches, and i thought it'd be a cute way to show they're friends <3

Kamala's knuckle dusters & guitar, as well as Karl's act up pin are comics canon. I think they're very cool & wanted to keep them involved. if i drew this again it'd probably give kamala a few extra rings as well

kamala's guitar isn't canonically a bass guitar, but i thought it'd be fun if it was

#odad #earth 138 #riri williams #karl morningdew #kamala khan #spiderverse #atsv #riotheart #captain anarchy #spider band #spider band in color #<- thats gonna be my tag if i draw em again

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wyverewings · 11 months

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so I was thinking "hey what if spiderman but humanoid spider" and my hand slipped

the text next to the characters are those of real life spiders with similarities to the designs. except spider-bleeg, that's an in-joke

pics of the irl spiders under the cut with explanations for why I chose them

lycosidae, aka wolf spiders, take an active role in parenting by taking their kids everywhere, though fortunately peter has just one baby, unlike this poor spider with like. a hundred

black widow spiders from the latrodectus genus have the same color scheme as mile's spider suit

the peacock spiders of maratus are cool and there's not too much deeper reason behind making gwen one tbh

gasteracantha is spiky like hobie, so he also gets more spikes to fit with them more

pavtir was set in stone to be a jumping spider because his hair is visible and jumping spiders are fluffy. he's a stenaelurillus specifically because this one has a red and blue coloration and they're from india for bonus points

#artists on tumblr #spiderverse #spider-man #peter b parker #mayday #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavtir prabhakar #spiders #wyvere draws #can you tell i'm a nerd about arthropods

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 1 year

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They're under whole different brands so it's probably just fashion trends for people to be doing neutrals right now and not them being allowed Hobi wore that bright ass LV fit and his Hermès jacket was teal and fashion has been having a weird moment with accessories lately every time there's a red carpet people complain about the lack of accessories especially necklaces people are also questioning if Jimin is signed to Tiff & Co

I like neutral colors and monochrome color schemes! But I really hate brown tones, haha. I hated their color scheme for the 2022 Grammys and their LV suits in general. Thank god they're sort of done with LV. Their AMA suits weren't it either, but thankfully they've been wearing nicer fitting suits lately! Would Jimin be signed to Tiffany&Co as well as Dior? But Dior has tons of pretty jewelry anyway! Tbh, I think BTS are just playing it safe: toned- down makeup, neutral color schemes, nice yet boring suits... Hobi took bigger risks with his outfit choices but that's just his style and, I think, he wasn't under the pressure of representing any brand.

Imo, BTS have a tendency of changing themselves a bit when having to present themselves directly to an American or overall Western audience. This isn't a fair comparison, so don't take it too seriously, but, for example, Twice's English songs sound like "normal" Twice, and their styling and MVs for their English singles are very Twice too (although their sound in general has become a bit less "kpop" and follows American trends more, and they had American concepts like the prom too). The thing with BTS, though, is that so far none of their English singles sound like them, the Butter MV is different from what they usually do, and when they attend the Grammys or other famous events in the US, they sometimes play it really safe with their styling (they generally dress better in Korea). Honestly, this isn't a critique (I've criticized them plenty but I get it now - it's complicated and we make a bigger deal out of it than we should), but it's something I've noticed sometimes anyway, and Yoonmin at Paris Fashion Week felt like that. They've looked cooler, prettier and more fashionable many times before. They/their stylists can do better than this.

#ask #bts #suga #jimin #thanks for the ask!

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heybaetae · 2 years

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best of 2021

post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year!

thank you @jimmeo-kookliet for tagging me to do this! i can’t really decide if i want to post all my favorites of each month or the post that got the most notes, so i might just...put both? i’m adjusting the prompt for the fun of looking back on everything i made this year, but if i tag you please feel free to follow the prompt however you’d like. i think i giffed more in 2021 than i ever have in my life and i’ve been doing this for a looong time. i have a lot of mixed feelings about it as we wrap this year up, but i can wholeheartedly say that i had a lot of fun creating things this year and appreciate everyone who still goes out their way to share not only my content, but others’ as well.

i’m gonna put all this under a cut!

🔮 january

my favorite: bangtan full house

technically this is my second favorite because my actual favorite also got the most notes so see that one below, but this set idea was a close second because it was so random. the idea popped into my head while watching this dvd and i thought the way they were turning towards the camera gave off cheesy 90s sitcom intro energy, so i ended up downloading the full house font and this set came to be. i also did a ton of selective color correcting to get completely rid of the bright purple color of the screen behind them, so i’m still pretty proud of this! i absolutely did not expect the reaction it got at all! i even posted a video version with the theme song for the full effect lmfao.

most notes: favorite taehyung moments

just a really cute compilation of some of my all time fave taehyung moments. it’s still such a precious set to me and i had a good time making it. maybe i’ll make a part two one day!

🔮 february

my favorite: bias wrecker jungkook

i just loved the purple color scheme of this set! it wasn’t really planned, but i still think it’s one of the prettiest sets of jungkook i’ve made.

most notes: winter package taehyung

understandable, look at him

🔮 march

my favorite: vmin comp

most notes: bandana taehyung

i looooved making comps for the make me choose meme, i should bring it back

🔮 april

my favorite: yellow taehyung

i think this is one of my biggest comp sets that absolutely nobody asked for

most notes: fluffy hair taehyung

as he should!!! AS HE SHOULD!!!

🔮 may

my favorite: butter mv comp

what a fun night this was let’s go back

most notes: taehyung at gyeongbokgung palace

i very fondly call this footage the “look at all those chickens” clip

🔮 june

my favorite: sowoozoo vcr jungkook

i love the coloring i did on this a lot especially since those vcrs were very orange-y. this set looks like it could be from a movie...chef’s kiss

most notes: tata mic

because of course it did

🔮 july

my favorite: black/blonde hair hoseok

this was the first time i experimented with a layout of this sort and i thought this turned out really cool! giffing hobi is such a treat for me and i need to do it way more because it gives me so much serotonin

most notes: yoonkook comp

THIS SET WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE AND I’M STILL IN LOVE WITH IT!!!!

🔮 august

my favorite: red plaid taehyung

he’s so cute what the fuck :/

most notes: taehyung samsung commerical

i’m really not sure why this did well, i put very little effort into it lmao

🔮 september

my favorite: ON mv making film taehyung

self explanitory

most notes: esquire taehyung

i’ve had this blog since october 2020 and this is only the second time i’ve had a post hit 5k notes (and 4k too for that matter)

🔮 october

my favorite: taehyung trying to bulk up

literally WHAT is this man doing. the way i leaped off my bed when this scene popped up in the bangtan bomb with no warning

most notes: dramatic taegimin

honestly same

🔮 november

my favorite: motsone tae and his tongue

i haven’t rested since he did this and it took me over a year to finally get to gif it in HD so

most notes: taehyung’s fond of jimin face

VERY RELATABLE CONTENT

🔮 december

my favorite: motsone jungkook

soooo pleased with how this set turned out and the purple/pink colors flowing so naturally. i experimented a bit with sharpening, especially with this dvd and i think this is the prettiest jk set since the bias wrecker one i made in february!

most notes: funniest taehyung moments

thank you kim taehyung for making us laugh so much this year <3

that’s it!!!

i’m gonna tag some of my fave creators of this year but PLEASE do not feel obligated to do this!

@intokook @jeonbunkook @taeunwoo @kimtaegis @tcehyungs @taeyoonge @hobeah @jeonjcngkook @userjiminie

#cc tag game

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j-hoseok94 · 4 years

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Book: House of Cards

Author: Rey Rey

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ELEVEN

The week was fairly boring the only real difference was that i had ran into Jungkook when i left Yoongi's house. He had a bruise on his face. Naturally i asked him what happened, he brushed it off and said some guy got jealous that his girlfriend was with him. He seemed different, almost like he didn't wanna talk to me. At the time i just wanted to go home so i went about my day.

I ran into Aphrodite as well and i was actually glad to have a girl around that i could speak my mind with. She was really nice and gave me a very 'Bad Bitch' vibe and i honestly wanted to be more like her. More confident and well i guess you could say demanding. She knew what she wanted and just how to get it. Oooh girl she was thick and i mean a good kind of thick with her skinny jeans on leaving no surprises. She decided to take me under her wing after i told her about my 'situation' with Yoongi.

"You have to be more assertive." She said to me "You gotta show him that he ain't the only one tryna get his hand in the cookie jar."

I laughed at the time but now that i think of it that could actually work and i knew one person who he absolutely hated me being around.

"C'mon Jungkook pleeeease." I practically had to beg him in the middle of the hallway. He glanced down at me his black hair falling over his left eye. It had taken me so long for me to get him to finally stop and listen to my idea.

"Fuck no Rose. Do you want me to die?" He rolled his eyes and walked past me. I followed him like the lost puppy i was. I grabbed his arm and tugged on his long sleeve white shirt. He had little suspenders connected to his black jeans and these nice black combat boots on. It looked cute on him.

"Pretty please it would just be for a little bit and i promise to behave. I won't try anything it's just to see what would happen." I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and sad face i could.

"Aiishhh, Fine but i swear i am not gonna get fucked up for this." I jumped up and down squealing like a fan girl. I pulled him into a hug and thanked him probably a million times over. He pushed me away gently. "C'mon i have an idea. Follow me."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me all the way across the lawn to the parking lot. We ended up at a very nice car which just so happened to be next to Yoongi's car. I tried not to look at it. The thought of Yoongi only made me sad and i always wanted to break down when i shouldn't. I kept my eyes on Kookie's car. His car was a nice cherry red and more of a sporty type well, as far as i saw all the boys in this group had sporty type cars. It was bright compared to Yoongi's black on black car, though i loved his dark color scheme he always seemed to have.

"Get in. We're going to my house." I snapped my attention to him suddenly feeling shy. I rubbed my hand on my arm.

"What about school? I mean isn't it bad to miss. I also have that project due today and i don't think leaving Yoongi in charge is a good idea."

He looked over at me with a face that was like 'really'. "Didn't you just say you were avoiding him? Besides it's Little Meow Meow you already aced it." I just laughed it off and tried to shake off the uneasy feeling i had about being alone with Kookie. I hopped in his car and we headed to his house.

We were in his room now it was red and white. More like white with red sections almost like stripes slanted across his walls. He had these fluffy ass pillows and his bed was comfy. I lay across his bed admiring the ceiling fan and amazing view of the ocean he had.

"You're so fucking lucky you get to wake up to this everyday." I sat up on his bed and looked at him. He was sitting in the far corner of the room fixing his hair and texting. He hopped up and jumped on the bed next to me.

"I have an idea it's very subtle but i think he will notice."

"Yeah yeah what is it?" I asked him eagerly glad that he decided to help me make Yoongi jealous.

"Well YOU lucky miss are the only female in the school with that backpack." He pointed to my backpack sitting on his love seat in the corner. I looked back at him confused. "If i took a picture of me but with that backpack in the background. Hmpff he would be so fucking mad." He smiled at me and my stomach clenched. It was a weird reaction to say the least and i couldn't pin point what caused it.

"Okay well where do you want it?" I got up to place the backpack in a very strategic place in his background. I moved it over to the door and he told me to place it there and get out of the shot. I did as was told and he laid back and took a picture of his legs with his bed and door in the background. It was simple but not too obvious that my backpack was there. "Do you think he will notice? I mean does he even pay attention to details like that?" He looked over at me almost like he was speechless. Why am i questioning him he's known Yoongi for how many years now?

"Trust me that boy won't be able to miss it." He chuckled and returned to what he was doing beforehand. "Oh actually did you wanna go home? I could drop you off i know if Yoongi headed here things would get messy." He was being so considerate i nodded and started gathering my things.

-Yoongi-

I was furious after seeing that picture that driving with Namjin was very difficult. I didn't wanna have them start being concerned for me. Knowing Jin he would try to cheer me up or get me to tell him and i really didn't feel like divulging such information to him right now. I glanced in the rear view mirror and Jin was leaning on Namjoon's shoulder and they were talking to each other. The way Namjoon looked down at him and kissed his head made my heart ache. I wanted that, 'Look at me i'm turning into a damn fool. A damn head over heels fool.' I shook my head laughing to myself.

I dropped off Namjin explaining to them that i didn't feel like hanging out today and that i'd talk to them later. I headed back to school and decided to let my anger out in the only safe way i knew how. I didn't wanna hit my best friend again but i would if i had to. This was the only option i saw fit and i got exercise from it too.

I headed to the school gym changing into some basketball shorts and a loose shirt. I headed to the basketball court and grabbed a ball. Bouncing it a few times and doing some quick layups i was so focused on those i didn't hear him.

"Well i'm guessing something had to of happened if Little Meow Meow is shooting hoops after school without everyone else." I grabbed the bouncing basketball and turned to find Taehyung standing only a few feet away from me.

"No. I just wanted to shoot some hoops, is that a crime?" I passed him the ball he bounced a few times and broke right as he pushed me off his shoulder he made a layup. He ran his fingers through his hair and licked his lips.

"No it's not a crime but you hate extra exercise you even wiggle your way out of P.E. almost everyday." He laughed and stood there waiting for a response. I drew circles and abstract drawing on the basketball with my finger. I didn't look at him, our group was close most of us knew each other for many years. Taehyung and Jungkook knew me the longest and i couldn't keep anything from them. They read my moods like a book and knew all my coping mechanisms. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I had to tell him cause if i didn't he would pester me and i didn't wanna deal with it. Hobi and Tae were the persistent ones to the point where it was easier to give in than to try and outlast them.

"It's Rose..I-I like her and i told her and she thinks i said it just to get her in bed." I sat down on the wood floor and rolled the ball to Tae who also sat down. He sat there thinking for a second.

"Yoongi that doesn't sound like you at all."

"I know i tried.."

"No i mean you've only ever confessed to one other girl and she broke your heart. You've never confessed to anyone after that. Ever. It's been 6 years and you still don't talk about it. I mean i'm guessing she doesn't know this about you but, i mean man you gotta fight for her." I unwillingly considered his words. He was right i needed to fight but i didn't know how. Just thinking of her with someone else pissed me off but thinking of that person being Kookie infuriated me. "If you don't do it soon someone else will and then you'll regret it forever. Take the leap it will be worth it. If it backfires i take full responsibility." He chuckled and that made me smile, i knew that i had to at least try.

"Okay okay i'll talk to her. I swear if this backfires Tae.." He patted my shoulder and stood up helping me up too.

"Yeah yeah you'll beat my ass i'm well aware." I laughed as we headed out the gymnasium and for a moment my problems seemed solved.

Oh how wrong i was.

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hobimysun-shine · 5 years

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bts as billie eilish songs

I love both artist so much because they are so diverse, so driven and in love with their art, so here’s what my mind created at 2am when i actually gotta study for an exam, but anyhow, enjoy

Jeon Jungkook - Ocean eyes

“Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind Careful creature Made friends with time”

- color scheme: Venice lavender; purple rain; valor blue

- grey clouds, quiet ocean, salty air, cold sand, bare feet, long sweater, careful wind, watery eyes,

- angelic, naive, trusting, incapable of stopping emotions

- a feel of uncertainty for the future, because you still have so much to experience in life, it’s hard to know who to trust, where to go and what your tears mean, who you should give them to

- young love, pain

- it basically speaks of someone who is impressed by another human - love based on instinct and intuition, when you’re young you just feel things, even if you don’t know where these emotions come from (jungkook-namjoon relationship) ;

- trusting someone by the feeling you get around them, without being able to trust your common sense,

- have you seen jungkook’s beautiful, ocean, doe eyes ?? (if not, then wth you doin’ with your life))

Park Jimin - idontwannabeyouanymore

“I just wish you could feel what you say Show, never tell But I know you too well Got a mood that you wish you could sell

Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before I don't wanna be you anymore”

- color scheme: pale smoke; scotch mist; apple blossom

- cold air, morning dew, raindrops at the bottom of your window, the fabric softener your mom uses to wash your sheets, soft breathing on the side of your neck, white mirrors

- self-persuasion, self-critique, inner conflict, serenity, content, libra’s aesthetic approach

- if you have listened to lie and looked at the lyrics, you know why i chose this song for jimin

- you basically get the feeling that the person is speaking to himself in this song, trying to find an answer, as to why he puts himself through all these hardships, when he could break free from this vacuum of perfectionism he created for himself

- let’s be real, we all know what jimin had to go through and maybe is still going through with being too harsh on himself, with his body image and his appearance on stage, i hope he is doing well now and is content with himself, cause he is a 100/10 and we all love him so much

Kim Taehyung - hostage; my boy

“I wanna be alone Alone with you - does that make sense? I wanna steal your soul”

“ My boy's an ugly crier but he's such a pretty liar”

- color scheme: concord purple; red wine; aurum gold

- big windows, night sky, city view, studio apartment, dark walls, smell of acrylic paint, ripped jeans with that paint splattered on them, acoustic guitars on the walls, quiet jazz music, film paper smoke, deep laughter, strong arms around your waist

- artistic freedom, no fear of judgement, mutual understanding, chest butterflies, assurance, hope, soulmates, in tune with your emotions, who cares if the world doesn’t get us, we get us

- hostage just reminds me of two people, who connect on a soul level so much, that what happens is their love turns into mutual engagement, similar to keeping each other as hostages in their hearts, however i wanted to turn the meaning of that song less toxic for taehyung,,

- i believe that if there’s a member that would want to connect with people in such level as the song suggests, it would be taehyung

- as for my boy, idk it just gives me a similar base line as in singularity, and i don’t know it’s just probably my fave song of billie and i feel like it is just taehyung’s vibe when i listen to it

Jung Hoseok - bellyache

“ Everything I do the way I wear my noose Like a necklace I wanna make 'em scared like I could be anywhere Like I'm wreck-less

I lost my mind I don't mind “

- color scheme: marigold yellow; apricot orange; candy red

- summer heat, tan skin, blushed cheeks, endless roads, loose shirts, scratched knees, rich kids away from home, one backpack and a shiny red ford convertible from your bf’s dad’s garage, loud music, lips, swollen from kissing, night fireworks

- fed up with everything, escape from reality, that one summer you will never forget, vibrant love, point of no return, rhythm, gut intuition, boldness

- i don’t know exactly either, it’s just these are the connections i make when i hear this song, and all of that screams hobi to me (aries moon)

- also am i the only one who imagines he would make a killer dance routine to that song (but again he could probably dance to a water drops going down a pipe, so,,)

Namjoon - bury a friend; copycat

“What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? What are you wondering? What do you know? Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? When we all fall asleep, where do we go? “

“ Perfect murder, take your aim I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name”

- color scheme: pearl river; silver fox, steel wood

- empty stage, burning projectors slowly being turned off, microphone heavy in your hand, as the words that went though it start to make sense, sweaty hair, footsteps echoing in the vast space, feeling of falling down, unexpected, but comforting hug, security, the calming scent of someone you know in this new environment, tears of fear and excitement at the same time, new life, new beginning

- words said out loud, revenge, mixed feeling of content and fast approaching emptiness, always racing thoughts, insomnia, trying to fill a void, searching for an overall meaning,

- so bury a friend is just has all these questions man. they remind me of rm’s mind. i feel like all of them are things he had already asked himself, or themes he implies in his songs too

- copycat is for namjoon swiftly leading a group that got a ton of criticism in the beginning and is still getting hate, but regardless he manages to stay on top, write what he feels, be a real artist and throw everything people said about bts failing back at their faces

Min Yoongi - lovely ; you should see me in a crown

“Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear”

“ You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by, one”

- color scheme: marble white; smoke ember; royal silver;

- dark room, cold hands, shaky breath, unable to look at each other’s eyes, fear of the outside and the inside, pocket money, long fingers pressing the out-of-tune piano keys, weary smiles, small steps

(....)

steady hands, marble walls, scent of freshly printed documents, looking through a box of old photo albums your mom sent, turning the pages a larger hand stops you from flipping the next page, two teenagers than look awfully like you two are staring back fearfully, low chuckles, eyes full of love

- strong minds, growth, stability, strength, control, prosperity, hard work, passion, ambition

- lovely is in here because i feel like it portrays struggles with mental health and depression very well. you feel trapped and you feel like there is no one else who understands your personal hell and you are the only one who has to find a way for yourself to get out of that place. yoongi has been in such places before as we’ve heard from him and his lyrics, so i though lovely represents his struggles when he was younger

- you should see me in a crown. literally that’s all i can say, he worked for his success and he got it and he deserves it and he is killing it right now

- yall don’t know the amount of respect i got for this man and everything he has been through and i feel like these two songs portray his lowest and his highest in life and take account every struggle along the way and how he truly deserves everything he has right now

Kim Seokjin - when the party’s over

“ Don't you know I'm no good for you I've learned to lose you, can't afford to

Don't you know too much already I'll only hurt you if you let me

Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that”

- color scheme: night snow, onyx black, muddy grey

- smell of liquor, messy steps, blurred vision, flood of thoughts, the darkest time of the night, dried streams of tears on your cheeks, your boyfriend’s hand quietly holding yours, but them you have to split ways, walking alone on the dead street, cold wind air hitting your face, but you find comfort in it, you reach home, but you can’t seem to go in; so you sit on the sidewalk, looking down; you hear distant steps; he sits down in the snow next to you; the sky slowly, but surely becomes lighter

- quiet sadness, deeper understanding of the world, human relationships seem harder, yet simpler, timeless feeling, a sense of maturity

- this song is just a masterpiece. hear me out, i don’t think i would understand this song as well as i do now, if i have listened to it a few years back. I would have been like “oh yeah it’s sad”

-But like. no. It’s not just sad. It’s a song that shows so much maturity and experience with life that first of all, idk how billie is so young and is able to create music like that. Second of all i don’t think anyone else of bts would fit better to it, than jin

- people tend to overlook his deeper emotions because he tends to distract from them, he always acts “silly” and tells jokes, but i feel like in songs like epiphany and awake we can see that jin really sees the world and his abilities from a much more mature point of view than other members. And i get the same vibe from billie’s song, so i feel like it would fit best for jin.

So actually this was way longer than i planned, but yeah, this is just strictly my opinion and it was just an idea i had at 3am now, as i said, hope it’s fun to read :))

im off to bed, because i’m so sleep deprived i will start hearing colors soon

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WHISPER (M) Jung Hoseok/Reader For Mature Audiences only! This is a long writing of just pure smutty smut. So enjoy :) Whisper (M) This was written by me and it is copyrighted. Please do not post without my permission. Thank you! Instagram: @b_.itch You stared back and forth between the mirror and your applicator as you carefully analyzed the amount of concealer that you would be placing on your face. “Hmmph-.” you said as you thought out loud about the color scheme of the makeup look you would be sporting today at your parent-in-laws dinner tonight. “Babe, have you seen my- Baby! You still aren’t dressed ?” he says as goes over and places his weight on the bed behind you. “You know the dinner starts in about an hour right ?” he says as he chuckles as he looks at his watch. “Huh? Yea- yea! Yes! I’m going to be ready by then . I promise!” you say as you begin the cosmetic process of you getting “ready”. You took forever to get dressed. Literally forever. This is something Hoseok had gotten used to though. From many mornings when he had tossed the covers back over his head after being woken up three hours before his set alarm to you taking forty-five minutes to take a shower, he realized that you were a perfectionist and you would be multiplying that trait times 100 since it was his parents you’d be dinning with tonight. And while you wouldn’t say that Hoseok’s parents liked you, you wouldn’t say that they had anything against you either. “Sure-... Baby, you have an hour left to get dressed and you haven’t even started your hair , let alone actually get dressed.” he says as he gets up and places both of his hands on your shoulder as he gives you a quick massage. “Ah- yes. I understand! I’ll be sure to-“ you were cut off by Hoseok’s warm and husky breath abruptly coming in contact with your ear. “ Be dressed in forty-five and I’ll give my princess a little reward yea?” he said as he suddenly dropped his voice an octave which made goosebumps travel down your body. “Ye-yes sir.” you said as you hurried your task. You realized that this most likely wasn’t him giving you a choice, but rather a demand that he chose to word nicely . “Yes sir what ?” he says as he brings his hands that were once on your shoulders down to the top of your breast and stopped. “Yes sir, I’ll be dressed in forty-five minutes.” you say as you close your eyes and expect him to do more, but to your disappointment, he removes his hands. “Make sure to wear that collar I bought you.“ As you arrived at Hoseok’s parents house, you looked down at your attire and wondered if it was appropriate for this occasion. Hoseok had chosen to change your attire right when you were about to walk out the door because he said that it “matched your makeup look better”. You were dressed in a navy blue long-sleeve button up shirt, a black leather miniskirt with a black garter belt underneath, and some navy blue pumps . Of course with the collar that has a heart engraved with the word “Hoseok” right in the middle of the heart. “Sir?” you say as you look over towards Hoseok as he goes to ring the doorbell. “Yes baby?” he says as he looks towards you. “Don’t you think that this outfit gives off a bad vibe? I mean this is your parents house that we’re going to , not some type of function .” you say trying to pull down the skirt constantly rising against your thighs. “Do you not like what I’ve picked out for you?” he say as he then raised an eyebrow towards you. “No, that’s not what I’m saying sir-“ you were then cut off by Hoseok. “Then shut your mouth.” he says as he turns back to the door as his parents get ready to answer he door . You were kind of taken back by this. Hoseok had never acted so-. so cruel towards you like this any other time so what was making him act like this now? As you sat down in the living room with his parents , there were multiple of individuals that you didn’t expect to be there . Not only was Hoseok’s parents there, but Hoseok’s older brother Yoongi and Hoseok’s younger Taehyung was at the table when you arrived also. “Y/N! How have you been ? “ Taehyung says as he goes in to give you a hug. “I’ve been good Tae. How about you ?” you say as he squeezes you tight as he hugs you. “Dealing with DNA tests for his multiple children by different baby mamas.” Yoongi says as he looks at the both of you. “Don’t be mad cause your dick has cobwebs! “ Taehyung says as he crosses his arms after he hugged you. “Hey! Watch the language infront of moms!” Hoseok yells sitting from the dinning table. “Come sit down baby.” Hoseok says as he pats the seat next to him. As you walk to the seat to sit down, you’re about to take your seat when you realized that Hoseok’s hand is still planted in the seat. As you look at his hand still planted in the seat he mouths “sit down “ to you with his eyes still focused on you. You sit down on the palm of Hoseok’s hand , he gives you a firm squeeze which causes you to yelp out. “Goodness! Are you okay Y/N?” Hoseok’s mother says as she glances in your direction . “Yes, she’s fine ! Just a little sick from the flu is all. She just hiccups periodically also.” Hoseok says as he then leans towards your ear and says “you might want to make your responses a little more quieter , you don’t want to embarrass yourself right?” . The bass and huskiness of his voice made goosebumps travel down your spine as you shifted in your seat . Hoseok’s hand then slides from under you and you thought you were finally going to get some peace and quiet until he then sneaks that same hand in between your legs and rests in on your inner thigh. You eye him from the side as you feel his digits slowly work their way towards your heat. “Ho-. Hoseok. Wh-what’re you doing ?” You whisper into his ear as you try to shoo any his creeping digits that were now resting on your clit. “Focus on the meal and it’ll be easier for the both of us.” he says as he looks straight ahead not phased at the throbbing sensation he was causing you to acquire. Hoseok starts to rub slow and detailed circles into your clothed clit as he switches between dragging his finger across your entrance and edging your clit once more. You’re becoming a little jittery in your seat, almost on edge while remaining as quiet as you can mouthing a mouthful of mashed potatoes in your mouth until he removes his finger from your clothed privacy. Even though you weren’t the one that wanted to get finger fucked under the table of your in-laws in the first place, the fact that you were denied released made you frustrated. You gasped after the loss of contact. “Why would you-.” you were then cut off by Hoseok bringing that same finger that was at your clothed heat and bringing it to his mouth. “Why would I what darling?” he says as he drags the finger out his mouth. “Dinner is delicious tonight isn’t it?” he says as he smirks making eye contact with you. This bastard has the nerve to pull something like that? Fine. You were going to even the score . “Yes! Dinner is delicious now that you mention it! Mrs. Jung ! You are an outstanding cook! I don’t know what it is but-“ you said as you cut up a piece of steak . “This meat is just so tender. I just love the way it slides down my throat.” you said with extra emphasis on the word “slide”. “Hoseok! Oh my goodness son! Are you okay?” Hoseok’s dad says after Hoseok throws a coughing fit at the boldness of your last statement. He grabs a napkin and dabs it at the corners of his mouth “Y-yea? Yea. Yes! I’m fine! It’s just I was chewing and I swallowed too much at once.” He says as he now furrows his eyebrows and looks in your direction . You decided to push your luck just once more as you said “Yea? I mean it’s always better to swallow then spit. Where’s your manners Hobi?” you said as Hoseok slammed his fist on the table. “I-I. I have to g-go to the bathroom.” he said as he abruptly stood up from his chair at the dinning table and rushed towards his old room which had its own personal bathroom connected to it. After he damn near slammed the door shut, you began talking with your husband’s relatives that were present at the table. “So, how has Hobi been treating y-“ Taehyung was cut off by the harsh vibration of your iPhone against the surface of the table. “I’m so sorry. Just let me take this really quick.“ Message 7:45pm : Hobi 💞 [Come to my room. Now. Make up an excuse that doesn’t seem too obvious.] Message 7:46 : Hobi 💞 [I’m counting down 5 minutes. Don’t make it in time and see how angry I get baby :) ] Fuck. What am I supposed to say-. “Ah! “ you screamed as you purposely spill your drink over yourself . “Crap-. Uh- I’m so sorry. Clumsy me! “ you laugh as you stand up from your seat. “I’m just gonna go freshen up-. And?.. and! Then I’ll be right back.” you say as you walk down the hall. “I’m pretty sure there’s clothes in here!” you say as you open the door and immediately gasp in a whiff of air as Hoseok pulls you in, locks the door and immediately pulls out handcuffs. “Hoseok-. What are you doing with thos-“ you are interrupted by his fingers going to your mouth. “Shh-sh-sh. I think you’ve done enough talking today yea?” He says as he then cuffs both of your hands behind your back. “Where are you-“ you were beginning to say before he turned around and gave you a look that showed you he was serious when he said you were talking too much. He pulled out a chair from his desk and rolled it towards you. “Sit.” he said as he pointed his finger towards the cushion of the seat. You obeyed and sat down absolutely clueless about what exactly he had planned. He wasted no time walking over to his closet as he pulled out a black duffel bag. He reached inside and your eyes widened as you saw what he began to pull out. A red, pocket-sized vibrator. He walked over to you and he was on his knees before you knew it. Your outfit made things easier for him in all honesty. “So, You wanted to test your luck today yea?” he says as he switches the vibrator on to the lowest mode. “You had me pretty surprised out there with your responses don’t you think little one?” he says as he puts the vibrator in his mouth to get it wet. He then takes it out of your mouth and places it against your clothed clit. “Ssss” is music to Hoseok’s ears as you suck in a breath of air from the sudden contact . “Yea?” he says as he puts more pressure on your clit. Rubbing the tiny vibrator in circles. Eventually working up to form a tight coil in your lower stomach. “Fucking-.” you say you throw your head back against the seat. “Yea? God you’re so wet. You’re so worked up already huh?” he says as he then spreads both of your clothed lips with one hand and places the vibrator directly on your clit with the other. “Ho-Hoseok baby please! I’m -.” you say as you clench your thighs and curl your toes . “I know baby. I know. You might want to keep it down though . You wouldn’t want me to stop would you?” he says. “Look at me. Don’t take your eyes off mine understand?” He then increases the speed and begins to rub enticing circles in your clit. “Fuck-. Fuck -.Fuck-. “ you say “I’m- “ you say as you throw your head back. Hoseok then gets off his knees as he grabs your neck back from the back of the chair and brings your face to his while his other hand has the vibrator firmly connected to your clit. “Look at how wrecked you are. Can’t even follow directions.“ as his hand leaves your neck , it is soon occupied as he begins to twist the little nub on your chest. This causes the knot in your lower stomach to snap instantly. “Look at me while you demonstrate how good I make you feel.” is what you hear him growl in your ear as you wrap your legs around his body and pull him as close as you could. “Fuck! Hoseok-. Baby-“ you whine as you jitter around in your seat to the best of your ability considering how tight the handcuffs had become around your wrist. “Hmph.” Hoseok says as he removes the vibrator away from your heat as he allows you to come down from your high. You think it’s over and you might be able to go back to dinner, but as he says “Raise your hips” you knew that it was long before he let you go back to the occasion in the dinning room. You lift your hips and keep them lifted while he waste no time in removing the articles of clothing that were in the way of what he wanted most. “Try not to make too much noise , we don’t want anyone else to hear how needy you are. Would we kitten?” He seems pretty cruel to go straight into making you cum again when you just came 30 seconds ago, but you know harsh punishment would come if you were to deny him because of overstimulation, so instead you grip the metal of the handcuffs that are holding your wrist together and spread your legs wider. Maybe if you act like cumming a second time so soon isn’t that big of a deal, things will speed up. “I’m prepared for whatever you bring my way. I’m a big girl.” you were pushing your luck with the word that was about to come out of your mouth. ”Daddy.” Something must’ve clicked in Hoseok’s mind because his overall demeanor shifted and you knew you would no longer even be given chances to push your luck. “Fuck- stay just like that. “ he says as he pulled the chair closer to his face so that your heat was directly infront of his face. He stuck his tongue deep inside your entrance as he kept eye contact with you. “Fuck, you’re so good to me daddy.” you said as you smiled down at him. You heard him hum against you in approval of the praise that he was receiving. “Fuck-. Stop.” he said as he pulled away from you. “You’re driving me crazy calling me that.” He then rubbed the clothed tip of his harden member through the fabric of his jeans. “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop. So I order you to stop.” Order? You knew not to take that word gently. Last time you disobeyed his orders, you were laying across his knees while the cold texture of his belt melted against your backside. You counted to atleast 30. You wouldn’t endure that again if it could be avoided. “Yes sir.” You should as you shifted backwards in your chair as Hoseok pulled the seat close to his face once again. He drew circles into your clit with his tongue, alternating between your entrance and the sensitive bundle of nerves. His digits were eventually in your entrance as he made a “come here” gesture with his index and middle fingers. You felt your high approach once more as his digits brushed against your g-spot more times than you could count. “Come on babygirl, I know you can do it for me.” he grunted as he increased the pressure and speed. At this point, you were a complete mess. While you weren’t loud vocally, your faces made up for it. The big “O” was approaching quickly. It was easy to tell by the way your toes flexed and relaxed, the way your stomach clenched and the way your chest heaved up and down. “Come for daddy.” was all it took for the coil in your stomach to snap. Your hips bucked into Hoseok’s face as your juices splurged out unto his face. “That’s my girl.” he said as you rode out your high on his face. As he kept going until your high was almost over, you tried to wiggle out of his strong grip. “Ah~. Please! Enough! Hoseok!” you said as you squirmed from his grip. “You’re so good for daddy.” He said as he stood up wiping the remaining juices from his mouth. “You came twice in a row? Such a good slut for me.” He walked around to the back of your chair and pulled out the key to unlock your arms from behind your back. As you stood up, you felt your legs bless you for the needed relief from the confinement of the chair. “Get on the bed. Ass in the air. Now.” You look at the man standing before you with the most confused look on your face. “Did I fucking stutter? I said to get on the bed and put that pretty pussy on display for me.” You stood there dumbfounded. You had just came twice. What else does he want from you? You followed your orders from him as you climbed unto the foot of the bed and eventually landed in the center of it. You felt a little shy as your face hit the comforter and your pearl was on full display for the man standing behind you. Smack! The sound echoed throughout the room as you felt the sting from his palm against your backside. “You think you can take one more for daddy princess?” he said as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. “I know you can be a good girl and come for me just one last time.” He placed his finger at your entrance and you flinched from the sensitivity. “Just stay still for me real quick kitten.” He said as he aligned himself at your entrance. “Hoseok-“ You whine as he stretches you out to the maximum. “So fucking wet. God, you’re so fucking wet.” He says as he picks up his pace. Skin slapping skin is all that’s heard throughout the room. Well, along with Hoseok’s breathy grunts and your drawn-out whines for him to come. “Fuck, baby. Stay just like that.” He says as he reaches to grab a handful of your hair in one hand and a handful of your ass in the other. “You’re so deep~ I think I’m gonna come again.” You whine as you grab a handful of the comforter. “Yes! Please come again! You take daddy’s dick so good baby.” Smack! “Hoseok. I can’t-.“ you say as the pleasure becomes unbearable and the oh-so familiar coil threatens to snap again. Smack! “Take it!” he grunts. “Take this fucking dick baby.” One brush against your g-spot and you lose yourself. “Fuck!~ I’m coming-. God. I’m-.” You say as your legs shake and a gush of your juices come rushing out unto the comforter below you. “Shit! That’s my girl. Let it out.” he says as he continues to thrust into you chasing his own high. “Fuck! Baby I’m close!” he says gripping your legs that have collapsed unto the bed below you. “Please! Please come daddy~.” And like on command you feel his member pulsing inside of you as you feel a warm liquid shoot inside you. “Oh god! Shit y/n!” He says as he collapses on the bed and brings your body on top of his. “Are you okay baby?” he says as he brushes your hair out of your face. “Did you just squirt? I didn’t know you could do that.” he says while laughing. “Yea, neither did I-.” your sentence was cut off by a knock on the door. “Hoseok?” “Mom?” PART 2 COMING SOON

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anon-luv · 6 years

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TOSKA -1- (ReaderXBTS)

Genre: Psyche/Mental Institution AU Romance & Angst

Pairing: ReaderXBTS(Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi)

Summary: “Will you be able to recover and move on, or will your past continue to haunt you?”

Trigger Warning: This Fic will contain explicit language and scenes. It will address controversial topics. We understand psychological illnesses vary from case to case. All contents in the following story are based on fiction. This story will not be suitable for all ages, due to the sensitive topics it will contain. Hope ya’ll enjoy :)

Word Count: 4k+

Collaboration with @riki-leigh-c

Author’s Note:

@anon-luv Hey Guys, I am so excited/nervous to post this fic. I hope you enjoy it as much as we are while writing it. You know I love feedback, so let us know what you think. Feedback, Comments, Reblogs, Likes, and mentions greatly encourage us writers. We are going to leave the final pairing as undecided until we further develop the story. Minor Grammer Mistakes. HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

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“Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness.

"No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases, it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level, it grades into ennui, boredom.

White.

In most cultures, it signifies purity, comfort, holiness, cleansing, a beacon of hope.

For you, white had quite a contradictory meaning. To you, white meant prison, endless appointments, a padded room, the pages of the daily journal you never wrote on, and the shirt stained with red that laid upon his chest as the bullet sealed both of your futures. The future that had ended for him, and the one that had gotten you locked into this place.

The monotonous routine and smell of antibacterial flooded your days, causing a sense of panic. If it wasn’t for your best friends’ every other day visits, you would’ve probably collapsed of boredom.

PTSD, that is what they said it was, the hallucinations, the ones that kept you up at night. Whatever it is, it was the only way you could see him, as if he was still here beside you. You didn’t want to close your eyes, in case he disappeared. Every morning you dreaded having to leave your room, for you had to pretend you didn’t see him standing nearby or smiling at you.

It was your imagination, you knew it…. but you couldn’t deny that just seeing him was what kept you going throughout the day. Even if reality had taken him away from you, the memory of him had fooled your brain into projecting him into your everyday life.

It was 12:15……. Hoseok was late….. He was 45 minutes and 30 seconds late. What if he had forgotten to change those overused tires that you had scolded him time and time again to get changed?

Was he okay? Did he get sick? You had seen the rain falling mercilessly from your window pane.

The tapping of your fingers increasing in speed as the door opened again, but your eyes landed on an unfamiliar figure once again. It had been 2 weeks. TWO long weeks in this institution and Hoseok had yet to be late. He was always early or right on time.

The sweat forming in the palm of your hands caused an uncomfortable, sticky sensation which triggered your anxiety slightly more. A loud deep laugh blasted throughout the room, causing you to jump slightly. The same young man that you had seen on several occasions was sitting in front of the same black haired girl. She was constantly talking while he just stared emotionless at the white wall in front of her. He never addressed her back, but she never gave up. His eyes suddenly flicked up to meet yours and another manic laugh exploded from his lips. His gaze moved back to the white wall and the laughter ceased almost as quickly as it began.

You glanced back up at the clock on the wall. Another 2 minutes and 17 seconds had passed. Where was he? Dark thoughts began to flutter through your mind. What if he’s had enough of you? Or what if something awful has happened to him? What if someone’s murdered him? Your breathing began to quicken, and your hands began to shake as vivid images of all the reasons why Hoseok was not there yet burned themselves into your brain, one by one. You could feel the all too familiar feeling of a full-blown panic attack start to creep its way into your chest. Breath, Y/N you thought to yourself, trying to remember the coping techniques they’d been teaching you in therapy. Gulping down air, you tried to get the attention of a warden. The sound of the door opening and closing drew your attention. Hoseok rushed in, red in the face and panting, doubled over trying to catch his breath. “Y/N” he yelled out across the room, causing more than a few heads to turn your way. He rushed over to you, already being able to see the effects of your panic attack. He put his hands on either side of your face and looked you dead in the eye. “Breath, Y/N. I’m here, I’m fine,” he whispered while using the clichè breathing technique of having you copy him. It worked though. Every time. After a few minutes, your breathing returned to normal and Hoseok patted your hair, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, before getting up abruptly. “Y/N, I’m going to have a chat to one of the staff okay? I’ll be right back. No longer than 5 minutes, you can count them, alright?” You simply nodded in response, still slightly out of it after your latest ‘episode.

There is a rush of adrenaline when people fall, it makes them feel like their insides bundle up, and make their way towards their throat forming a perfect knot just to come back down, just before they hit the ground. That’s how you felt at that exact moment as you saw Hoseok’s familiar messy mop of dark brown hair exit the room.

The numbness within your fingertips was now fading into slight prickles that you could feel crawling up your extremities. The heaviness in your chest that had felt like a piano had crushed it a few moments ago was being lifted, only leaving in its path a soreness that had begun to dissipate. Your pounding heart still beating loudly in your ears as your eyes traveled amongst the room to analyze the number of witnesses that had obtained a front row seat on your full-blown show. Much to your surprise, everyone was focused on their own task and you had gone under the radar. You assumed people were probably immune to the many spectacles that had taken place within these four walls.

There was only one set of brown eyes staring at you, and those eyes seemed to be more amused with the sudden predicament you had found yourself in, than worried. A small smirk lay upon his plush lips as he swept your body from top to bottom absorbing all your figure in as if you were a piece of fine art, on display in a museum. A shiver ran down your spine. He made you uneasy. His sporadic, maniacal laughter sounded again as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He seemed like the true definition of insane. Just as suddenly as it started, he stopped laughing and went back to staring at you. You felt your heartbeat start to quicken and your palms getting sweaty, the telltale signs of another panic attack. Hoseok made a reappearance right at the moment you had started to feel your chest constricting and your throat getting tight.

“It’s alright (y/n), I’m so sorry I got here late, I got a flat tire on the way over” he said as he sat down on the cold metal chair and scooted his way forward, closer to you. The faint smell of his cologne calmed you down automatically.

The speed of your finger tapping decreased as you examined him from head to toe assuring yourself that he was indeed okay.

“You had me worried, I told you several times to get that thing you call a car checked Hoseok” you said as you grasped his hand “I’m sorry for taking away your lunchtime, you are honestly the only reason I am not in solitary confinement right now, this place is bonkers”.

Hoseok gave you a wide smile as he looked around the area examining the patients surrounding you “Yeah… it does seem pretty crazy huh? It is only for a bit though, Y/N.” Hoseok smiled brightly at you, a smile you always thought looked as bright as the sun, before shifting his chair to sit next to you and gently pushing your head down to rest on his shoulder. “I don’t know about that Hobi,” you sighed deeply, closing your eyes while a montage of memories filtered through your brain at the use of his nickname. You breathed in his comforting scent, already knowing he would smell just like springtime. “I don’t feel like I’m getting better.”

The silence that followed your statement thickened the air that surrounded the both of you. Hoseok looked into your eyes hoping to see the familiar twinkle of hope you used to carry around before that horrible night.

“Well, you know ...Rome wasn’t built in one night. Just promise me you will try, participate in activities and let the counselors in. Please do it for me” he said pouting cutely your way. You lifted the corner of your mouth in a slight smile, but your heart wasn’t in it when you answered. “I will.”

The dorm you had been assigned lacked personality. Just like everything else, it was white from top to bottom, with a few accents of a washed out green and mustard yellow. Whoever participated in coordinating the color scheme might’ve been color blind. Despite the general distaste you had for your room’s superficial overall look, it was the only place you felt at ease in. The rock-hard bed was unusually homey, and the fact that there were no windows gave you a sense of safety for some reason. No one would be able to sneak in through your window while you slept. Just the thought of being able to see what the outside world contained while unsupervised up-close gave a chill up your spine.

The clock in your room showed 9pm, which meant there was a long night ahead and the dosage that had been prescribed for your sleeping medication was shit. You were tired, but your eyes refused to close. You knew the night that laid ahead of you was going to be long and emotionally tiring. You sat on the edge of the bed trying to practice the exercises you had gone over with your primary psychologist, praying for them to work. The silence within your room was all consuming until you heard deep screams. The words were incomprehensible, but the volume kept rising signifying the person was getting closer and closer to your room. You stood up quickly and slammed your door shut, before peeking out the window, your curiosity getting the best of you.

“Fuck you! Take me back. That fucking bastard, how dare he fucking touch my shit.” a bleach blond man about your age screamed as two male nurses dragged him, one by the arms and the other one by the waist, towards the door opposite yours. He swung his right arm straight at the nurse’s jaw, which the nurse was barely able to dodge. He was putting up a good fight, surprisingly, for his size made you think he would be much weaker. You hid behind your door a bit more, only your eyes visible now. The man screamed more obscenities as he was thrown into the room and onto the bed, and two more nurses entered the room. They held onto his arms wrapping what seemed like cloth on his ankles and wrists. One of them was holding a visible needle, you were assuming it was some kind of medication. The man was no longer screaming, and you could see how his muscles relaxed into the comfort of his bed, and his eyes drooped. A sigh of relief escaping your lips, as you noticed the nurses had finished attaching the remaining restraints on him. You closed your eyes tightly as you walked back to your bed and covered yourself completely with the blanket, the fear of what was right across the hall getting the best of you. The dorm across the hall hailed a dangerous threat in the shape of a blond-haired man, and even though his features looked peaceful and quite charming as he lay immobile upon his bed, his vile words just now meant you knew better. You felt the first of the night's many quivers in your stomach, letting you know that the horrible memories you tried to keep buried during the day we’re about to be released.

The shadow of the past, conjured now by your broken psyche, sat on your bed staring straight at you.

“It’s not real….it’s not real…..it’s not real” you kept whispering to yourself, but your eyes couldn’t stop staring at his face as he smiled….that smile you used to love “He is not here…...he is not here…..he is not here……”

Black circles flourished under your sunken eyes the following morning. It had been a sleepless night, just as you had predicted. The constant itch of checking up on your new dorm neighbor and the hallucination of who you thought would be your forever kept your eyes wandering around your room and sleep at bay. You weren’t due for a visit from Hoseok and only had a psychologist appoint late in the afternoon. You had absolutely no idea how you were going to keep yourself occupied in between. Maybe I’ll ask the nurses for a book or two, you thought to yourself as you changed into your uniform white shirt and pants, with matching slippers. You had just opened the door to step out when you noticed a number of nurses leaving the room across from yours. His room. After the sedative had worn off, the blonde man had screamed obscenities for hours, only worsening your hallucinations. He demanded over and over for the restraints to be removed to no avail. Eventually, he just wailed, long, harrowing cries that frightened you even further. As the last of the nurses exited the room, you caught a quick glance of the blonde man sitting upright on the edge of his bed, looking down and rubbing his wrists, before the nurse shut the door and began to leave.

“Excuse me,” you called after him, shrinking back slightly as he turned to face you. You averted your gaze and asked softly “is there any possibility of getting a few books to read?”

He smiled slightly before nodding, “sure, I’ll scrounge some up and leave them by your door.”

“Thanks,” you replied before indicating for him to leave. There was no way you were walking with your back to him, despite how nice he came across. You waited, back flat against your door, for a few minutes, wanting to give yourself a safe distance from the nurse. Just as you were about head towards the common area, the door across from you flung open, revealing the blonde man. His eyes were narrowed into slits and his rosy lips were positioned in an unfriendly frown. The fear that had gathered within you from the initial shock of his presence was slightly forgotten as your curious eyes traveled along his pale sugary white face. There were noticeable red marks on his wrists that made you unconsciously rub your own.

“Good Morning” you heard a deep voice say, catching you off guard. Your fly or fight system wanted to run away as soon as the words spilled out of his mouth, but your body was betraying you by staying frozen in place. He waited patiently for a response, but after examining your panicked expression he shrugged it off, and took a step forward closer to you “Yoongi’ he said extending his hand towards you.

You looked at his hand as if it was fire ready to burn you into ashes, but for some reason, your hand found his. Your voice though was not cooperating and all you could do was stare at his figure confused at the contrasting personality that radiated from him this morning compared to that displayed last night.

“Y/N?” he asked you as he read the name plaque outside your room. You nodded as you cautiously took a step back away from him. You felt exposed, and you wanted to escape the feeling of nausea that had started stirring in your gut. The white walls around you closing in as the image in front of you started blurring around the edges. The lack of sleep starting to take a toll on you. Your breathing had become visibly more agitated, but before your knees could give out, you felt another presence standing before you. The distorted image of an unfamiliar silver-haired boy came to view as he hummed a tune and encircled your body with his own as if to block you from any unwanted feelings that had lined up to once again drag you to the deepest pits of emotional hell.

“Calm down and try to match your breathing with mine” he whispered softly with a higher pitched voice than that of the blond boy who was still standing nearby, he seemed a bit uncomfortable as he took in the scene unfolding before him.

Your hands were gripping onto the boy’s shirt as if he was the anchor to your sanity. Before you knew it, the heaviness that had settled on your chest had once again faded into nothingness. You quickly stood up and pushed yourself away from the stranger embarrassed at your previous actions.

“Jimin” the silver-haired boy said quickly without any explanation before you could respond Yoongi welcomed himself to introduce you as well as himself.

“I am Yoongi and this is (Y/N), what you just did bro...thank you” Yoongi said awkwardly.

Jimin just nodded to the both of you quickly and then took off as if he was in a hurry. You looked at Yoongi once again, but before he had a chance to speak, you had already started walking off to head towards the common area, taking turns between facing forward and sneaking glances back at him to make sure he wasn’t pulling a stunt behind your back. As you made your way to the end of the hall you noticed his figure had disappeared back into his dorm. The shadow of what had happened still engraved in your mind as you walked into the common area, you just knew this won’t be the only interaction you had with your neighbor and the fear of what will come will more than likely be present throughout the entire day.

“How is your sleep Ms. Y/N” the doctor asked in a fairly monotone voice. The lack of emotion in his voice aggravating you. His presence was that of a rock, and in all honesty, consulting with a wall would probably have the same effect as this.

“To be honest like shit” you replied trying to be as monotone as he was.

“Anything we can do to aid your sleeping habits?” He said as he scribbled down what seemed more like a doodle than a note on his notepad.

“Memory Foam? Or one of those water beds. I have always wanted to try one of those.” you replied with fake enthusiasm.

The doctor took that as a queue to stare up at your figure with a serious face “Ms. Y/N, we can’t proceed with treatment without your help. It takes two to tango, so your cooperation is essential for you to improve. Now, I have registered you for some group sessions that I think will be of benefit to your case, and one of those is for patients with insomnia. That one is every night for 45 minutes, you will be learning techniques to clear your mind and be able to get some shut-eye. Also, please start writing in your journal, we find it helps patients significantly.”

You nodded no longer interested in his rant as you grabbed the paper he had placed on the table in front of you. There was a list of 3 different counseling sessions that you were expected to assist other than your 1 on 1 session. You sighed annoyed at your now crowded schedule.

The green yard in the facility premises was crowded with bodies, some familiar, and some not, ranging from various ages and genders. When you had first arrived, you had felt out of place, but as the days went on you realized you fit in strangely amongst the people that had been locked in here. You had yet to make an acquaintance, but you had already heard a few of the stories, and in all honesty, some made your past look like a fairy tale. There were a few psychos within the bunch, and the rumors that surrounded some of the people were frightening, that is why you had isolated yourself for the duration of your stay. Hoseok had been, for the most part, the only reason you had the courage to step outside of your room. You surveyed the area, making sure not to lock eyes with anyone, nurses, and patients alike. You walked slowly towards an empty seat across the yard, body tense and eyes zipping around your skull, trying to keep an eye on everything all at once. You were monitoring the people on your left when you felt a presence to your right. You stopped dead in your tracks before whipping around, bringing your hands up to your face to defend yourself against whoever had dared to get too close. The first thing you heard was manic laughter, before noticing a semi-familiar pair of brown eyes, creased at the corners, staring back at you. You just about jumped out of your skin in an effort to put some space between the laughter and yourself. You could feel your chest constricting and your breathing getting shallow. Please, not here. Not in front of all these people, you thought to yourself. You already knew it wouldn’t help. Just as quickly as the laughter started, it was over and the patient behind the laughter was sticking his hand out to introduce himself. Before he had a chance to say anything, Jimin came running over, shoving the laugher out of the way. “Taehyungie, what did I say?” He all but shouted at the guy.

The flourish of activity going on in front of you was causing your panic attack to worsen. Your hands felt like they were dripping with sweat and your throat had begun to feel like it was closing. “Y/N, it’s okay just breath with me again, shhhh,” Jimin said as he grabbed a hold of both of your hands and looked you dead in the eye.

He worked through the same breathing technique that he had done earlier, and you soon began to feel calm.

“Thank you,” you said softly, quickly letting go of his hands and dropping your gaze to the lush green grass you all stood on.

“It’s okay, Y/N, I’m sorry about Taehyung,” he said as he looked down at him, still laying on the grass. He leaned down and offered a hand to Taehyung, pulling him quickly to his feet.

“Taehyung, introduce yourself the way we talked about please,” Jimin looked expectantly at Taehyung, who inclined his head bashfully.

“Hello Y/N,” Taehyung said, dropping his voice significantly in what you can only assume was an effort to keep you calm. “My name is Taehyung.”

“Hello,” you replied, bowing slightly but still not lifting your gaze to meet his eyes. Manic laughter suddenly exploded from Taehyung’s lips, causing you to let out a scream of both shock and fear. You clamped your mouth, placing a hand over your rapidly beating heart and took off running towards the spare seat you had originally been trying to get to.

You took a cautious glance towards where Jimin and Taehyung were still standing, clearly not expecting your escapade. Jimin raised his hand to smack Taehyung in a playful manner behind his head. Taehyung in exchange just hung his head looking a bit disappointed in himself. You averted your eyes before they caught you looking at them, hoping it would give them a clear sign that you were not fond of strange company.

You rubbed your hands against your knees nervously as you inspected your surroundings, hoping that the loud rapid beating in your ears would eventually quiet into nothingness. You took a deep breath as your eyes landed on a red rose bush. Memories of late nights hiding in your neighbor’s yards as you laid upon his chest caused your eyes to tear up. You looked at the figure that sat beside you, a perfect figment of what had been, staring right back at you.

“Jin” you whispered softly as your eyes devoured his familiar features. A pang of pain surging from the last memories you had beside him. His plump lips smiling at you like they had many times before, the temptation of leaning in to feel their warmth taking over, but before the contact was made a voice interrupted you.

“Um…..are you okay?” said a deep familiar voice, snapping you out of the enchantment of your imagination.

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d-noona · 4 years

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MAKE OVER

Chapter 5: Jeon Jungkook

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Reader as Kang Hyeonji

SUMMARY: When Kang Hyeonji transformed herself into a striking redhead, the entire male population of Seoul stood up and took notice. But her make over was for Jung Hoseok’s benefit alone. He began to show interest in the new look but not in the way she wanted. Suddenly he was over-protective, perhaps a little jealous. It seemed that the idea of having a relationship with her couldn’t be further from his mind. The girl however wants more. So it was time for an ultimatum. If Hoseok didn’t want Hyeonji to lose her virginity to another admirer, he had no option but to make love to her himself.

Choon Hee grabbed her the moment she walked into the library, and dragged her down to the privacy of the back room. "I'm dying of curiosity," she said, quite unnecessarily, since her whole body language reeked of a breathless tension. "Did you doll yourself up like we told you to? Did you wear the perfume? Did you knock glamour boy for six when he came to pick you up?"

Hyeonji had thought about what she would tell the girls this morning. She'd walked more slowly to work than usual, mulling over whether she should lie or not. Now the moment of truth was at hand, and despite Choon Hee's eager face Hyeonji could not bring herself to make up a story.

"No I didn't doll myself up," she confessed, with a wealth of apology in her voice. "I didn't wear the perfume either, though it was a lovely though, Choon hee and I do thank you and Han Byeol for it. And as I'm sure you've guessed...no, I didn't knock Hoseok for six when he came to pick me up."

Choon Hee exhaled a huge sigh of disappointment. "Oh, Hyeonji! How many chances like that do you think you're going to get?"

"Actually, last night wasn't a total disaster. Hobi did notice at last how much weight I'd lost. He also told me I had a nice figure and good legs...for someone so short."

"He did? Wow! You must have been thrilled to bits" she says.

"It's not quite good as it sounds," Hyeonji said ruefully, then went on to tell Choon Hee exactly how the compliments had come about. She listened intently, her eyes rounding further with each new revelation. "You mean he thinks you're in love with someone else? This guy he dubbed as Mr. X?"

"Uh-huh..." Hyeonji nodded.

"And he told you how to dress so that you would be more attractive for another man?"

Hyeonji again nods.

"I'd like to strangle him with my bare hands!" says choon Hee in annoyance.

"Don't blame Hobi. I forced him into it." Hyeonji automatically defends her best friend. "Rubbish! That man is a blind fool! Oh, poor baby."

"Not poor baby, at all Choon Hee," she returned with a very firm resolve. "Because I'm going to do it. Follow all of Hoseok's suggestions. But not for him, I'm going to do it for myself." She smiled at her friend. Choon Hee snickered at Hyeonji "Go on with you! You're not!"

"Yes I am"

"You're going to cut your hair short and dye it red?" as choon Hee's eyes grew rounder in shock. "For starters. So do you happen to know a good hairdresser who doesn't cost the earth? Also where I might find a make-up expert who gives free advice and tuition?"

Choon Hee's dark eyes twinkled with excitement "I certainly do. But gosh, Hyeonji, whatever is your mother going to say?" Hyeonji wasn't sure. But she would find out that evening. To be honest, the prospect was a daunting one. It wasn't like her to make waves. Or to do something as bold as this. But she was determined to change herself, and her life...whatever the cost.

Fortunately, she had a few bucks placed away for emergencies –and which she would use for her first visit to the hairdresser, and some make-up. Still, if she was to find enough money from their tight budget for regular visits to the hairdresser and a whole new wardrobe, then some changes would have to be made to their day-to-day lifestyle.

Her own salary was almost totally eaten up with the two mortgages her father had taken out shortly before he died, and her mother's pension barely covered their living expenses and other bills, with little left over for luxuries.

Hyeonji waited till after dinner before she brought up her plan for her future, and was not really surprised when her mother reacted badly. "But why do you want to change yourself so dramatically?" Zil asked in a tremulous voice. "I don't understand. This isn't like you at all!"

"Mum," Hyeonji returned patiently, "I'm twenty-three and I have not had one single steady boyfriend in my life. I do not want to become an old maid. I want to get married one day and have a family of my own. To get married I need a man, and to get a man I need to do something about attracting one."

"It's not any man you want to attract, missie,"came her waspish accusation. "It's Jung Hoseok. You were perfectly happy till you went out with him last night and now you've got all these silly ideas in your head."

"They are not silly ideas," Hyeonji said more sternly. "Yes I do have feelings for Hoseok. I always have had. I won't deny it. But you were right when you said he'd never fall in love with me, he thinks of me as a kid sister. But that doesn't mean I'm going to spend the rest of my life pinning after him. Since men don't exactly come flocking to my door, I aim to get out and about a bit more, and I aim to look darned good when I do so. Looking good costs money, which brings me to my first suggestion. What do you think about selling this house and buying something smaller? The mortgages are killing us."

Her mother gave her a truly horrified look. "Oh, no! No, no, no! I love this house. It's all I have. You can't ask that of me. You can't!"

Hyeonji relented and moved straight to plan B. To be honest she hadn't really wanted to sell. As much as she'd told both Choon Hee and her mother that these radical changes were for herself, she still wanted to see Hoseok's reaction to the finished product. Silly of her perhaps but a fact. "Okay, forget selling," she said briskly. "My alternative suggestion is that we advertise for a boarder."

"A boarder!"

"Yes. We have four bedrooms in this house, Mum, two of which are never used, the master bedroom being one of them. You could get money for that room. It has an en suite, a dressing room and lots of space." As Hyeonji tries to debate with her mother. "Oh, but I couldn't have some strange man living in your father's house and sleeping in his bed!"

Hyeonji prayed for more patience. Her mother's devotion to her father had increased considerably since his death. Couldn't he remember what a selfish bastard he'd been? How he'd wasted all her inheritance from her parents on one stupid get-rich schemes? Worst of all, how he'd often come home late, smelling of booze and cheap perfume?

"You don't have to have a male boarder, Mum. I'm sure there are plenty of widows around your age who need accommodation. It would be company for you as well," Hyeonji pointed out. "I am not going to be at home as much as I used to be."

Zil opened her mouth to protest again, then closed it, her expression petulant. She looked like a sulky child sitting there. Hyeonji felt sorry for her but knew she had to make a stand or her future would be as dull and dreary as she'd been fearing. "Do I have your agreement to put up an add next Wednesday's paper?"

The following day Hyeonji did what she was set out to do, though bombarded with the previous argument she had with her mother, who is still insisting on not getting any boarders, Hyeonji was persistent.

"I can't believe it's me!" Hyeonji exclaimed delightedly. "You're a genius, Taehyung!"

The hairdresser's smile carried a delicious satisfaction. "I must admit I have outdone myself this time!"

Hyeonji beamed anew at this striking and sophisticated-looking creature who was staring back at her in the mirror. She turned her head from side to side and watched the smooth coppery cap shimmer and sway and fall perfectly back into place. "This particular cut will give your hair body and style," Taehyung had pronounced reassuringly while he proceeded to shape her hair while layering the top concentric circles of from her crown. Hyeonji now had a stylish fringe down to her eyebrows, the effect being to diminish the size of her face and nose, and highlight her deeply set hazel brown eyes.

The new coppery color besides being eye-catching in itself, was a perfect foil for her pale skin, giving it a translucency and delicacy which has been lost against her mousy brown hair. When Hyeonji stood up she saw delightedly that the clean lines made her neck look longer and even more elegant.

"You look really different, I mean you're such a babe. If I weren't gay and totally in love with my partner Jimin, honey. I'd bring you home." The hairdresser said, shaking his head admiringly. "Taller too."

Hyeonji chuckles at Taehyung. "Yeah, I think you're right. I do look different," Hyeonji said excitedly. "Oh, Taehyung how could I ever thank you? It was so kind of you to fit me in your schedule tonight."

"It was my pleasure. Now how are you going to get home?" Taehyung asked once Hyeonji had handed the money. "I'll walk it's not that far." Taehyung lived less than a block from the library, which was only a fifteen-minute walk from her house. Taehyung frowned. "Do you think that's wise? It's Friday night, you know."

"What do you mean?" she asked inquisitively.

"People let their hair down on a Friday night around here. You'll have to walk past the bar on your way home, won't you?" says Taehyung. "Yes" Hyeonji responds.

"Then you better watch yourself. You're not exactly inconspicuous with that new red hair you know." Taehyung's warning startled Hyeonji. She'd never been hassled by unwanted male attention in all her life and simply could not anticipate that a mere change in hair color would create trouble for her, especially when she was still dressed in her library uniform.

But she was wrong.

She'd just passed the tavern and was halfway along the past stretch which followed the railway line when a hotted-up Chevie full of less than savory individuals rumbled by. "Hey babe!" one of them called out.

Hyeonji averted her eyes and crossed the road as soon as they passed by, then nearly died when she heard the tires screech as the driver executed a U-turn. Before she could blink, the car was cruising along next to her and an obviously drunk, loud-mouther lout was leaning out of the passenger window in her direction.

"Where you going baby?" he said breathing beer fumes in her way. "Wanna ride?"

She quickened her step and kept her eyes straight ahead. "What's the matter? You think you're too good for us? Fellas, you think we should teach Madam here a lesson or two?"

Her mouth dry with fear, Hyeonji was just about to run for it when a sleek black car shot around the Chevie and pulled up dead. The driver of the Chevie had to brake hard to avoid a collision and the man hanging by the passenger window almost tipped out onto the road. When a tall dark haired man dressed in black jumped out from behind the wheel of the black car and began stalking back towards Hyeonji's verbal assailant, the man shouted something and scrambled back into the vehicle, spun around and roared off.

Her savior curved his big hands over her shaking shoulders and peered down over her pale face. "You all right there miss?" he said. It was only then that Hyeonji recognized the identity of her rescuer.

It was Jeon Jungkook.

"Yes I think so," Hyeonji says in a breathless hush. "Thank you so much for stopping, Jungkook." His surprise at her for knowing his name was obvious in the jerking back of his head, and the widening of his dark eyes. Hyeonji would've gratified if she hadn't still been shaking like a leaf. "It's Hyeonji," she said "Kang Hyeonji"

"Hyeonji?" His startled gaze lifted to her hair, then swiftly ran down her body and up again. "Good Lord, it is you. I didn't recognize you with that stunning hair, and you've lost weight too, haven't you?"

"A little..."

His smile took on a knowing edge as he looked at her up and down again. "More than a little. You're looking fantastic. Too fantastic to be walking down these streets at night on your own. No wonder you almost got yourself into trouble. Come on, I'll drive you home."

After her frightening experience with those creeps Hyeonji wasn't about to refuse. She wouldn't have been human either, if she hadn't been flattered by Jungkook's compliments by her appearance, and by the way he kept looking at her.

His touch seemed gentle and solicitous as he helped her into the passenger side of his roomy black sedan, but when he sashed the seatbelt into place for her Hyeonji was quite sure his left hand deliberately brushed over the tips of her breasts. She stiffened inside but said nothing, ignoring his attempt to make eye contact at the same time. Creeps came in various forms she thought ruefully. It was obvious that outright rape wasn't his thing. Silky smooth seductions and one night stands where his forte. He would use his golden tongue to talk his way into a girl's bed. Hyeonji decided not to get carried away with Jungkook's words of praise. She didn't doubt she looked better with her new hairdo, but she wasn't competition for Tinashe just yet.

They were only a minute away from her home by car, but Jungkook didn't waste a second, bombarding her with questions designed to elicit the only information from a female he would want to know. How old was she exactly, where did she work these days. Did she have a boyfriend? Unfortunately Hyeonji didn't realize where Jungkook was heading till she told him several truths with naïve honesty.

As soon as he pulled up the curve outside her house, he turned and asked her if she would like to come out for a drink with him later that night. "I could pick you up at say...ten thirty?"

Hyeonji might've been inexperienced with men but she knew that to agree with such invitation at that hour of the night was to agree to more than just a drink. She didn't doubt that she'd get a drink. Plenty of them. And all of them alcoholic. Then, when she was suitably plastered Jungkook would take her back to his orgy palace for a night of raw naked sex. The very thought of Jungkook naked gave Hyeonji chills down her spine. He had a great body, facially he was very handsome, no doubt a lot of women fancied his darkly macho appearance with that playboy bunny smile of his, but Hyeonji preferred Hoseok's fairer more elegant looks.

Her favorite fantasy always included running her hands through his silky black hair and over his smooth chest. It turned her on just to imagine touching his body, whereas the thought of touching Jungkook's made her skin crawl.

"Thank you Jungkook," she said politely "For everything, but I'm sorry I can't. Not tonight."

To give him credit he took the rejection well. His black eyes glittered with undeniable confidence as he smiled over at her. "That's all right, another time maybe?"

"Perhaps," not wanting to be rude to her rescuer. "I'll call you," he said then started the engine and left.

Chapter 06

Masterlist

#BTS #BANGTANSONYEONDAN #BTSJHOPE #JUNGHOSEOK #JUNGHOSEOKXREADER #BTSFANFIC #MAKEOVER #BTSROMANCEFANFIC #YOUREMYHOPE #MYANGEL

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