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cloudbeom · 5 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOBI~!

warnings: none

Genre: fluff and uwu

Summary : as unbiological siblings and close band members, you decided to plan a suprise

A/n: HAPPY 🎂 JUNG HOSEOK! I swear without our sunshine 1)none of bts will know the true meaning of happiness (2) dance choreos will be easier BUT no flair (3) there wont be any sound effects for bts run :( Hoseok means so much to me so I decided to make a one shot here and on the other one just bc he deserves not only the 🌍 but the universe! and I 😍 how Hoseok’s first story is a 🎂 one uwu. anyways, I received a bunch of requests and I’ve already written them, so after I proof read them I’ll publish em! anyways, enjoy!~

You were awoken by the blinds being pulled apart, and you saw Namjoon in his Ryan pajamas and glassed, pulling your toes.

"(Y/n) ssi wake up" he whispered

"What time is it?" You asked, your voice husky and your hair sticking to your face.

"Four in the morning" Namjoon replied "It's Hoseok hyung's birthday"

"Mmmm happy birthday" you said, then fell back against your soft pillow, and Namjoon sighed, pulling your blanket off "hEY!"

"I want to bake a cake for him" He said sadly as he dropped your blanket "Jin said I'm not allowed in the kitchen because I cant cook, so I need your help"

"Why not wake Jin up?" you yawned, making grabby hands to the blanket.

"He did wake Jin up" Jin said as he leaned on the door "So you better wake up too"

You groaned and rolled off the bed in purpose just so you can cuddle the blanket that fell there. Why did you feel like your parents were forcing you to bake a cake for your brother? You were bandmates for fucks sake.

Well, that's what seven years can do to people you guess.

So here you were, sitting on the bar in the kitchen of the dorm, completely exhausted as Jin and Namjoon was taking out the ingredients.

The weird thing was with Jin's fantastic cooking and your amazing decorating skills, the cake had finished before six. Namjoon carefully stored it in the freezer and then the three of you high fived each other silently. Happy that it was done because it was worth it.

And eventually the three of you passed out at the couch in the living room.

"Why are they asleep here?" Jimin asked Jeongguk who was munching on an apple "We should wake them."

Thankfully, before Jeongguk could grab a glass of water to… wake them, Jin had shot up, as if sensing Kookie's plan.

"I'm awake!" He said, and glared at Jeongguk who was filling a cup of tap water "Don’t you dare Jeon"

He shrugged and drank the water instead.

You yawned and stretched, rubbing your eyes tiredly "Morning, where's Namjoon?"

"He told me he was going to the studio" Jin said, standing to go to his room "He didn't want to wake you up, so I fell back asleep" Jin said, then walked into the bathroom of his room.

"Good morning!" Jimin smiled and ruffled your hair "It's Hobi hyung's birthday"

"I know" You said, "We baked him a cake"

"Him and Yoongi Hyung are at the studio with Namjoon hyung" Jeongguk said, "They'll be there for a while"

"We should make them dinner and we can eat out at the balcony" You smiled tiredly. "In the mean time… Overwatch?"

"Game on" Jeongguk said and Jimin grinned, walking to get the snacks ready.

"I wonder where Tae is?" You asked yourself as you walk into your room.

"PLEaSE?"

"Taehyung, I said no"

"Hyung, I'll do anything!" Taehyung begged as Yoongi spun around his chair to face away from the boy.

"No" Yoongi said simply, reviewing his papers

Just then, Namjoon and Hoseok walked in, and their eyes landed on Taehyung who was on his knees on the floor and Yoongi giving no fucks as he read some lines on his notebook

"What am I seeing?" Namjoon asked

"He wants lines for Cypher" Yoongi said, and Hoseok couldn't help but laugh, making Taehyung pout.

"I'll just leave" He said sadly, slowly leaving "I'm leaving" he said at the door, as if waiting for the rap line to feel bad for him.

"Bye" Namjoon said, sitting on Yoongi's couch.

"Happy Birthday Hobi hyung" Taehyung said, then pouted the whole way to the dorm.

"Aw man" You sighed as your team lost again "I don't want to play anymore, I suck at this"

"We're on the same team, no wonder we keep losing" Jeongguk said and it made Jimin laugh as he shoved another handful of chips into his mouth, sitting at the bean bag behind us.

"Hey guys" Taehyung said sadly, walking into Jeongguk's room and taking off his shoes to jump at the couch behind Jimin, his cheek flat against the seat. Jimin handed him the bowl of chips and he stuffed his pouty face.

"Why are you so sad?" Jeongguk asked, turning from his chair to face him, his controller in his hand.

"I went to the rap line and asked for lines for Cypher" he said, his voice muffled by the cushions.

"Of course" you said, pulling your legs up to your chest "Hey, lets set the table outside!"

"What?" Jimin asked "Now?"

"You can play games, I want to set the table, who knows how disgusting it is" You said, throwing the controller to Taehyung, who caught it and smiled happily

"Yay! Let's play!" He said, taking the seat you just got off from.

You walked to the balcony and was surprised to see Jin already there, the table spotless.

"Wow, Jin you should have called me" You said, laying your hand on the clean surface of the glass.

"I wanted to, but you were cursing in Jeongguk's room, I didn't want to find out what you were doing" he said casually, pushing the chairs back in the tables.

Your cheeks heated up

"Yah! It's nothing like that! We were playing Overwatch!" You smacked him, and Jin laughed as he tried to defend himself, his hands up in surrender.

Jimin came out moments later "Hey, can I help?"

"Yeah, you can trap Jin on the wall there" you said

"W-What? No, I meant on the meal!" Jimin said, and Jin ran past him and inside.

"Come back here JIN!" You yelled and chased him.

"You could've just said no" Jimin said, walking back inside.

"Aigoo, that's just beautiful" You said after you hung the fairy lights around the edge of the balcony, it was already six in the evening and they should be finished in an hour or so. Jimin was helping Jin inside while Taekook was still on it with the games.

You placed a camera on the edge of the table where you would be doing your V-live while eating later, and you went inside to be greeted with the smell of food.

"Wow, Jin is really good at cooking" You said with a smile as you walked past them and into Jeongguk's room, seeing them still playing.

"GET YOUR LAZY ASSES UP WE GOT A BIRTHDAY TO DO" you yelled and then slammed the door, and walked into your room.

When Hoseok came home, you had covered the glass door to the balcony by closing the curtains, something you guys naturally did when it was night time, so Hoseok didn't know something was up.

"Why is this really suspicious?" Yoongi asked, pointing to the clean kitchen "And why do I smell Kimchi fried rice?"

"Shh" Jeongguk said "we have a surprise dinner for hyung in the balcony"

"(Y/n) bets me lines in Cypher that Hoseok would cry" Taehyung said, snickering.

"And You bet me Yeontan for a week" You glared at him, and Taehyung smugly nodded

"I know, I wouldn't give up my dog if I wasn't confident"

Yoongi face palmed and just walked to his room unbothered.

"what's for dinner tonight?" Hoseok asked when he walked into the living room

Jin looked at you and you nodded "Presenting Hoseok's birthday special!" You said dramatically and pulled open the curtains to reveal what was on the balcony table.

The Maknae trio was already outside, and they started harmonizing 'happy birthday', Jeongguk making random dances and Jimin just jumping, wanting to hug his brother so much.

Hoseok walked out slowly, taking in what used to be the dirty, wet deck of the balcony, now a clean, lit up place filled with food and candles.

Hoseok's mouth fell agape, his eyes widened

"Y-You did this for… for me?"

"We did" you said, smirking at Tae as Hoseok's voice started to break "We spent five hours on all the food here"

"That's not true!" Tae defended

"You we're playing games of course you didn't know!"

Jin had quickly kicked Taehyung's shin and pinched your ear, then pushed you both behind him "Happy birthday Hoseok, this is from all of us"

Jin's soft words were enough to make Hoseok break down into tears, you smiled as you looked at him.

Jimin was the first to embrace him from behind, followed by Jeongguk, then Namjoon, and then the rest followed in. Ending up in an adorable group hug as Hoseok's sobs decreased.

"Bangtan is seriously the best" Hoseok sobbed out "You spent hours making this for me?"

"We woke up at ass crack of dawn for that cake too, and I don’t like waking up at ass crack" You said, glaring at Namjoon. And the fact that the cake was hand cooked only made Hoseok cry more.

"Yah… this is literally the best birthday I can get" Hoseok said when he cut the cake "This cake looks like something (Y/n) would make.."

"I did" You said proudly "And Jin Hyung"

"What about me?"

"You woke us and didn't do anything" Jin said, glaring at the leader, and he smiled, it was kinda true.

"Let's dig in!" Jeongguk said, walking to turn on the V live, and when he did, ARMY's flooded in and greeted Hoseok

‘Happy birthday Hobi~!’

#i want to do another one abt you just playing with Yeontan for a week lol #bts #bts x 8th member reader #Igirl Idol #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #jeon jeongguk #Suga #RM #J hope #Jung Hoseok x reader #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts imagines #bangtan

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personal-growth-yeah · 4 years

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August 13th, 2020

Fell asleep around 3 am. Woke up at 5 for a walk. According to app: I walked for 27 minutes, I burned 302 calories, I walked 1.81 miles.

Weighed self before shower. 201.4 lbs.

Plans for the day:

-Cook breakfast

-Shopping at Wal-m@rt

-Shopping at Sp0rtsman's W@rehouse

-Cleaning room

-Cook chicken

-Wash bra

Remember. Allow myself to breathe. To slow down, think, reflect. Don't rush. Don't rust.

Breakfast was two scrambled eggs plus a glass of cranapple juice. Making the eggs was fun. I heated up a little bit of oil before cracking the eggs right into the pan. Then I broke the yolks and stirred with chopsticks. I then added a splash of heavy whipping cream and kept stirring until it was cooked, then added a splash of soy sauce. I topped it with a sprinkle of triple cheddar cheese after getting it onto my plate. Eating eggs with chopsticks is hard.

Parents are already arguing. Dad rushed Mom to get ready and Mom told him that I should have been the one rushed. Which means I didn't get to brush my teeth... I barely even got to put deodorant on. And these people wonder why I have bad teeth.

Remind me why I elected to be home with them for four weeks.

Wal-m@rt was blegh. When isn't it. Mom keeps complaining about wearing masks. Dad is getting more and more annoying. "What's wrong with Mom?" He asks as she grabs toothache medicine, as if he didn't just take her to the dentist Tuesday. His shirt is ridiculous. She's on her... "woman time." Aunt Flow. Whatever. I am too and I'm not cranky. Tension is high and all I wanted was to relax. "Why waste gas going all the way home then coming back to Sp0rtsman?" Well Dad we just bought chilled and frozen food AND Mom needs the bathroom.

Why do I feel like this was a mistake?

Can I really change myself when I live with these anchors?

Damnit. I bought a Loca Moca Monster instead of Mean Bean because I was rushing. At least I feel like I can move fast in these shoes. And I hope my chicken idea works out (cutting holes in a lemon and stuffing the chicken with it, putting zest and juice and rosemary on top).

At least Sp0rtsman's went well. Ish. I bought myself a new archery target, a real good $40 official one that I can practice broadheads on once I get em, along with my field tips. Dad said I could bring my bow with us tomorrow to shoot it. I'm... actually excited. I only pray nothing bad happens once I return home... this dread is going to forever linger in my heart after losing Mo. It's been nearly a year since I even held a gun, nearly a year since I lost her. I haven't been able to disconnect the correlation. Going shooting with Dad = tragedy upon returning home. Sigh.

I got some salmon jerky. Holy hell it's delicious. I got a pheasant stick and an elk stick too (and a matchstick holder). Pepper lingers in my throat from the jerky. But I don't regret it. I run my tongue over the spots it touched in my mouth and savor the feeling.

My left knee has been giving me grief since I woke up. Walking uphill was a challenge on it. It hasn't hurt at all before this morning. Did I sleep wrong in the two hours I slept? My right ankle is also hurting now. My legs are falling apart. "Weight," Mom blames. But I'm getting worse as I'm losing more. I don't understand.

We passed a field of sunflowers across from the Avenue. It was absolutely gorgeous. I wish I could run in it, no, walk in it. Take my time. Feel the petals, feel it all on my skin. Come home dusted in pollen and smiling.

I wasn't the only walker this morning. There was a woman, she must live at the top of the hill. I couldn't see her face since it was still so dark. Is she still thinking about me like I'm thinking about her? She was a speedwalker, didn't ignore cul-de-sacs. I wonder if I'll see her again tomorrow morning.

I miss girls. I have a fiancé and I've been with him for over three years. I love every inch of him, every bit. Yet my brain still lingers on the beautiful powerful girls I see. Especially one I work with, a girl with tattoos in Hawaiian. She... she is amazing. I think of her perhaps too much. I think of my insanely tall male coworker too much as well. Working close with people in a physically exhausting environment lets you see the true strength of those around you. I have no desire to cheat. My fiancé knows every thought I bear towards others. He knows I miss girls. He knows I yearn for a healthy poly relationship. I miss how soft I can be with girls, I miss how soft her lips were as we made out in the Color Guard Room in high school. I think often of my wlw OC ships with my friends. I wonder if its too often.

My brain wants to say that the day is over. I've been awake for five hours already. I want a nap but it's not even lunch time and I'm hungry. Maybe I can disappear into my room with a trash bag. Maybe I can zone out while I cook chicken. I need to gather a load of laundry. I need need need to do so so so much. It's overwhelming. And if I dare take a nap, I've "wasted the day." Thanks Mom. Thanks anxiety.

A nap til 11 sounds nice. Short. Sweet. More energy. Relax. Wake up to make lunch. Also. Pheasant stick. SUPER SPICY. ow.

Well. I slept til 12. No guilty vibes from Mom. She ate Cheetos Mac n Cheese - I had a bite and damn it was tasty. My lunch was ramen, with half a beef seasoning packet, a dash of Smoky Mountain Rub, and a splash of heavy whipping cream.

Ripley has come over and started kneading on Mom. Mo got extremely cuddly before... no, Sunshine, don't make the connection. Just. Don't. Ripley is healthy. She may be missing an eye but she's full of life. Sure she is kinda biting her hair out but she's doing that instead of scabbing up like me and Panda from the fleas. She essentially gave herself the sanitation trim that groomers will give cats.

Watching videos from Sturgis just makes me want to leave even more. I want to be gone. Away from Tennessee. Away from this life. Sigh. Some day, I say for the millionth time.

"Someday is something people say when they really mean 'never.'"

Cooked chicken. Watching YouTube. Ate shepherd's pie for dinner. Am trying to find my allen wrenches for my bow but I've lost them completely so I'm tearing apart my room.

No luck on the wrenches. They must not be in here. But then, where are they?

I painted my nails! My legs are so itchy. I yearn to eat more of my chicken thighs. But I can't. They must be sliced for enchiladas along with chicken and rice. Le sigh. I hope this nail polish lasts a while.

How do such little scabs bleed so much?!

I hope I sleep well tonight. But, knowing me and rp, it won't happen.

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