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Stranded (I) | jhs

— But, darling, if you hadn’t fallen, you wouldn’t have met him—the one who’ll render you mad and drunk with his love so much that you’ll never want to find sanity again.

word count: 10,458 (PART I) contents: ANGST, fLUff, drAMa, Theseus, stages of grief but its kinda all over the place, rUNAWAY PRINCESS!!! yikes, betrayal yIKES, implied drugging, hEARTBREAK, you have a sucky sucky childhood, daddy issues, a lot of artistic interpretation but I think this is my most favorite one AAAAAA, not necessarily accurate (i mixed up a lot of versions and made up some shit), a bit historical?? idk anymore, Greek Mythology AU pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Inspired by Dionysus and Ariadne

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A/N: HeRE iT ISSS! I HAVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO FINISH THIS LIL SHIT Hobi’s story is an ABSOLUTE favorite 😭💖

P.S. i've divided these into three due to limit issues so stay tune for the next part! ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v

START. | ▷ 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽

A heavy feeling rests in the pit of your stomach, as the ship continues to sail away from the land that birthed and raised you. That island was all you had ever known and yet there it was, having gone much smaller as time progressed—even the grand palace is now barely visible from such a distance, much more the people trying to pursue you.

You have committed treason—something you were well aware of. You had betrayed your father as an accomplice to your monster of a half-brother’s murder and had eloped with the very man who took its life.

A large part of you argues that you had done the right thing. Your half-brother was a vicious monster, who had slaughtered innocents in the maze you were forced to represent. He was an accursed reminder of the atrocity your late mother had done. Before his death, you had witnessed first hand the people being fed into the labyrinth as some sickening game guised as a sacrifice.

You, as your father's daughter, had been made mistress of the labyrinth as soon as you came of age—subjected to all sorts of pleas, cursing, and threats that its victims had thrown at you. Their voices echo hauntingly in your head, as the memory of people walking into that dark pit and never returning constantly mar your mind. It is a nightmare you cannot escape from.

But that, now, has changed.

You, as princess of your people, have done justly to assist a foreigner in ending such pandemonium. The Minotaur is dead and with that, you have greatly helped in ending your father’s cruelty. You are a hero.

So, why does it feel like something’s amiss?

“Princess?”

A voice greets you from behind, startling you into staring away from the kingdom you were leaving behind. Butterflies erupt as you see Theseus before you with the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his striking features. You smile softly as he lightly bows to you. “Theseus,” your voice radiates adoration as you say his name. “What brings you here?”

The chill wind of early autumn tousles his dark brown locks as he stares towards the fading form of Crete with you. “We will be stopping at the island of Naxos in a few hours,” he tells you with a side glance your way. “The captain and I deemed it best to rest there for a while and replenish any supplies we lost.”

“Of course. That seems sound,” you could only nod, not knowing much of maritime welfare after all. What you do know, however, was that the sea was as fickle as the god that reigned over it. You supposed that it was better to prepare for any catastrophe, than to expect everything to be smooth sailing.

Feeling a hand on the small of your back, you come back to your senses, only to see Theseus waiting for you. Only then did you also realize that on your shoulders was his cloak. It envelops you with warmth. “It’s late, princess,” he nods towards the quarters. “It’s been a long day, too. You must sleep.”

Words coming out a stammer, you clutch the cloak in your hands. “Yes,” you shyly blush as your heart hammers in your chest, “You too.”

The hero beside you smiled kindly, gesturing with his hand this time. “Let us go then,” he invites you, warmly—and for someone so used to the dark, cold walls of Crete, you couldn’t help but swoon.

What a blessed woman you are.

You arrive at Naxos around late in the afternoon, taking a small boat or two with Theseus and a few members of the ship to a secluded part of the island while the rest stay to man the ship at a distance. Docking a great distance away from a small town, the land that greets you and takes you away from the roughhousing of the waves greatly comforts you. There were big rocks surrounding the little beach—something Theseus thought would do well to hide and border the camp.

A group began laying out the tents for the night, many hands trying to make quick work. You did your best to assist them in any way, but you were met either with cold glares or dismissive waves. You then attempted to help a frail boy struggling to carry a crate, but he, too, doesn't seem so fond of you. "I'll be fine in the hands of my people, princess," said the boy, voice calm but eyes failing to hide his contempt, as another fellow came to help him instead.

It was clear to you.

You may have aided their hero in slaying the Minotaur, but your conscience and reputation was still drenched by the blood of their people—the people that you couldn't save any sooner. In their eyes, you were still a princess of Crete—still the mistress of the maze that brought them before the gates of the Underworld.

And so, you endure their unwelcoming gaze, looking for something else to make yourself useful—for something else to prove you worthy of their trust.

While the experienced went to hunt animals for a meal tonight and the journey ahead, there were others that were tasked to retrieve some supplies from the local town. You decide to join them, but, in an instant, you are pulled aside by Theseus, who was already dressed for the hunt. "Where are you going?" he asks, voice hushed but with a little panic.

Furrows form between your brows as his sudden interruption holds you aback. "I want to help," you earnestly declare, but the conviction wasn't quite present, so you clarify yourself further. "I will accompany them to town an—"

"We cannot risk you to be seen in town, (Y/N)," Theseus exasperates, harsh tone taking you aback. "It'll bring us more trouble than we already have."

Your hastening heart seemed to stop altogether. "Ah… right…"

How come you never thought of that, (Y/N)?

He sharply inhales, breathing almost stopping altogether, upon seeing the flash of hurt in your eyes, your determination faltering. Theseus eases a little then, lacing a hand in yours while the other caresses your cheek. "Why don't you…" his mind reels as he thinks of a compromise, "why don't you help gather some wood for the fire later?"

Your eyes lit for a moment, but soon began to contemplate. Wood for the fire—yes. That seems accomplishable.

"Alright," you say, mustering a meek smile as you did.

With that Theseus called forth a young man. Andreas, he addressed him—the same boy that had refused your help with the crate earlier. "Take her with you to fetch some firewood," he tells him, and while the boy nods, you could tell he was hesitant.

Theseus turns back to you with a smile, happy to have settled this. The fabric that embraced your shoulders was moved to shield your face, his careful touch tingling against your skin. "Be careful," Theseus then instructs, urging you to still keep your identity secret, lest your father had sent out soldiers for either of your capture.

"You, too," you attempt to smile, a hand gently squeezing his own before the two of you part, worried but hopeful.

Andreas never spoke a word with you as the both of you gathered what you needed from the forest. In your arms were a bundle of sticks you thought were similar to what you saw him pick up. You couldn't really find it within you to ask, for fear of being seen bothersome by the lad.

"Why help us now?"

You nearly jump at the sudden words that reach you. Looking up, the young boy was standing a few feet ahead of you, his back turned as he did. "I'm sorry?" You stammer, unsure of what he meant. "What do you mean to say?"

You were greeted by a ferocious glare. "You let us suffer for years, but now you helped our people escape," Andreas sneered, "why?"

Tears sting your eyes but you blink them back. "I…" you began, but your mind seemed to run blank. "I needed strength," you say, mustering enough words to express your thoughts, "and a chance to go against my father..."

"Your prince is both," you give the boy a soft smile, hoping it would ease him.

Theseus was your key—not only to freedom, but also for repentance.

Still, the young boy scowls, brows furrowing so deep together that you fear they might never go back to normal. "I know my sins cannot be absolved for doing this," you plead, taking a step forth, "but I swear, I never found any joy in your suffering."

Andreas scoffs, but says nothing. He, instead, goes back to his task of collecting firewood and ignoring your existence. A shaky outbreath escapes you along with a few tears running down your cheeks but you wipe them away and focus on your task, too.

Idly tying the bundle with a rope, you began to think of your future.

Theseus had promised to make you his queen upon returning to Athens, but how easy would that flow, if your history as mistress of the labyrinth remained in their minds? What queen would be welcomed and loved that way?

You sigh and push such thoughts away. You'll deal with it when it comes, you tell yourself. A long journey awaits you, and you haven't even made it to Athens yet. Surely, a time will come for you to show your promising prowess to the people.

With that hope, you were a little more resolved and ready to return to reality, taking more time in indulging yourself with your surroundings.

The island was very much smaller than the kingdom you were accustomed to, but it certainly felt much more welcoming. Nature surrounded you as leaves crunched at each step beneath you. The sky in a blur of warm colors being tainted with the impending night.

It felt oddly serene—more soothing than you have been treated at the camp. A part of you was tempted to stay here instead.

Then, it came to you.

You were alone.

Heart shattering just a little, you stood up from where you were crouching. All around you was darkness. "A-Andreas?" you call out, voice shaking as you look into the expanse of the forest. "Where are you?"

Instead of a response, your ears pick up the sound of music instead—a flute perhaps, being played somewhere, but the direction seemed to lead further into the forest rather than out. Goosebumps littered your skin from the cold and the shiver that ran down your spine. It may be someone from the town, or a group of travellers like your own, you reason, but such news would either be bad for someone in hiding like you.

"Lost, are we?"

There was a sudden voice that filled the air—slurred but mischievous—rendering you to drop a few sticks as you whirl around like a fool looking for the source.

Who was that?

"Up here, dear."

The voice says again, the sound luring your eyes towards a tree nearby. Splayed across a big branch above was a dashing man—ethereal, really—looking down at you through barely opened eyes, as the early autumn wind gently blew on the part of his robe that dangled from the tree. He gives you a lazed grin as he pulls out a small flask from somewhere behind him. "Would you like some?" he then asks as he takes a generous swig of the drink, thin droplets of watery red running down his chin and onto his collarbone.

Is that wine?

Taken aback by his presence, you tear your eyes away from the stranger and gather what had escaped from your grasp moments before. He's inviting—tempting—but you mustn't stray. "No need, sir," you politely tell him, "I'm not thirsty."

No less from a stranger.

The young man nonchalantly shrugs. "Shame," he says, taking another swig as he makes no further comment.

You couldn't bear to dilly dally any further either—no, not with the darkened sky already upon you. Wait… a dark sky?!

With the realization that the night was settling in, panic settled in you. "Oh no," you huff, hurriedly gathering the ends of your dress to ready yourself to bolt back to the camp. "You should get down there before you fall, sir," you give the stranger a hastened smile. "Farewell!"

Not waiting for his response, you ran.

—and run you did.

It was ungraceful—something your late governess would've greatly frowned upon—but you make it back with only a few moments of getting lost. Your chest heaved as sweat ran down your skin, but the proud look you had on your face for coming back soon fell.

There was a bonfire already lit in the center of the camp, bright as could be.

The chatter lessens at your arrival, a few looking at your disheveled state, while Theseus approaches you. "What happened?" he asks, brows furrowed. "Andreas said you walked off on your own."

You glanced at the boy, who immediately avoided your eyes, almost sorry for what he did. Forcing a smile, you turn your attention back to Theseus and give him the bundles you gathered as you went along with the boy’s narrative so he wouldn’t be in trouble. "Yes, well," you cleared your throat, "I thought I saw something, and became distracted. I'm sorry."

Theseus doesn't question you any further, only nodding as he looks at the wood you gave him. "Ah…" he then grins, throwing a stick or two into the already roaring flames. "Thank you for these," he says in an attempt to assure you, "it'll keep the fire alive tonight."

You muster a smile back, nodding as you watch the fire crackle strongly before you. "Ah…" you idly hum, "you're welcome."

A nasty bout of hurt and irk began to bubble within you at how effectively useless your help was. You see the amount of wood Andreas gathered, realizing that, with how many they were, they only made your meager bundle useless. You could've easily not accompanied him and the group would've been fine for the night. Your effort and time was wasted, and yet remembering the weight of the situation is the water that douses your fury.

The people here have been hurt by your kingdom, and Theseus was the one that came to save them from their terrible fate.

Even if you are to have Theseus by your side, it comes to you very well that you are the foreigner amongst them—one against many, with no favors amidst your graces other than Theseus' gratitude and affections. You cannot give them your fury—not fully at the very least.

And so, you sat idly by the fire, listening to their merry chatter in your silence. The fire began to seem like images at some point—people dancing, twinkling stars, a merriment unlike any other—and it coaxes the beginnings of a smile out of you.

"Here."

Knocked out of your stupor, you look up at whoever sat beside you and see Theseus with a bowl of some soup. You gingerly take it from his hands. "Thank you," you meekly say, taking an idle spoonful to your mouth.

All the while, Theseus makes an attempt to salvage the silence between you both. "We caught two boars in the forest," he began, nodding towards the canopy of trees surrounding the camp. "A few of the others took one of the boats back to the ship to give the meat of one boar to the rest there."

You hum, scooping one of the meat chunks in your bowl. "Sounds wonderful," you tell him politely as you chew, "the cook did great work with the soup, as well."

Such words were a bit coated with sugar. No one will like the salt of the thoughts sitting in the back of your mind—not when any of you are in a position to complain when survival is essential. It wasn't the tastiest of meals you've ever had—the flavors clash at some bites—but it should fill the belly just enough.

Next to you, the Athenian hero nods thoughtfully. “Ah, yes, Leda managed to make a meal out of what little we had,” he hums, “I’ll let her know you liked it.”

With nothing more to say, you only nod, not forcing yourself in engaging idle chatter with him. You didn't have it in you to. You suppose that after the journey you feel… tired? despondent?

Either way, your lack of motivation easily lets silence conquer the air between you and Theseus. He didn't seem to mind, spending time conversing with the captain about the boat and the travel ahead—a talk which easily slips past your head as you lose your train of thought in a daze looking at the racking fire ahead.

Your bowl lasts a little under half-filled in your hands by the time you decide on the last spoonful for your fill of dinner. A light chill of the sea breeze comes and goes, making you take your shawl off your head and wrap it around your shoulders once more.

The stretch of standing up bears a light grunt from your lips, catching Theseus' attention. "I think I'd like to go and rest now," you softly declared with a tired, tight-lipped smile—an excuse really but it wasn't a complete lie.

Theseus looks quite surprised by your announcement. "Already?" he says, almost to himself, "but you haven't finished the bowl…"

You fluster, but hand him the bowl nonetheless. "I apologize for wasting, but I really am full," you say. “The day has been… eventful. I think some shut eye would be good."

A furrow forms between Theseus’ brows, but he questions you no further. "Alright…" he sighs, pointing to a tent ahead. “That tent, over there, is yours,” he tells you, watching as you nod and smooth out your dress.

He, too, soon stands up, but he offers you a smile instead of walking you to your tent. "Sleep well, princess.”

Eyelids already growing heavy, you could only hum as you tread through the sand. "Good night."

The dream that Morpheus brings you that night was bizarre for someone who has lived the way you have.

You were in a palace of sorts, though you hadn't any idea where and why.

Around you were drunken bodies who surrendered to the feel of the music that clouded the entire room. The melody of a flute lingers in the air and though you can't quite tell where you've heard it from, it’s somewhat familiar.

You, yourself, were feeling light-headed, swaying to the music. Someone brings a chalice to your lips and you let them.

The wine dances along your tongue—so addicting that you couldn't help but gulp more.

"That’s right, drink," said a soft voice in your head, encouraging you further. "Ease yourself from your worries."

You almost do.

—but someone in the distance catches your eye. Standing in the midst of the sea of people, he stares at you relentlessly, and your heartbeat races and the haze in your head wears itself down. You forget whoever it was that handed you the chalice, forget them as you continue to look in the distance.

He's gone.

Where is he?

The world begins to spin around you—so dizzying that it makes you clutch your head.

Still, you try to reach where your eyes last saw him.

"Theseus?"

Your eyes had trouble fluttering open, but as soon as you did you were stricken with a pounding in your head. Was it possible for a dream to have such an effect? What was the dream even trying to say?

A groan leaves your lips, eyebrows scrunched together at the unpleasant feeling. The pain doesn't ease soon, and you attempt to massage it away, but as you move your hand, you become aware of the emptiness at your side. All of a sudden, it became so easy to forget the dream that you had.

Brows knitting much closer in confusion, you will yourself to get up and look around.

The tent is empty—almost untouched.

Has Theseus and the others gotten up already?

There was an attempt to stand and look around even more, your legs shaking as you do so. The clay pitcher on a nearby crate leads you to become aware of just how much your throat feels parched. Paradoxically, you also have the urge to vomit.

Nonetheless, you made a grab for the pitcher. The water flows down your throat in greedy gulps as you shakily hold it in your hands. Your headache slightly eases, but it's inconvenience is still there to torment you.

What did you eat last night to upset your head and stomach so?

Crawling out of the tent, the striking sun glared down at you so much that another hiss leaves your lips. You were only plunged further into bafflement, shielding your face from the heat. Seeing the sun so high up in the sky could only mean that it's well around noon alre—

Where's everyone?

All too suddenly, you were wide awake. Your hand falls to your side, letting the blistering heat of the sun strike down onto you. The deafening silence around you mirrors your thoughts as you try to take in what was going on.

The fire had long extinguished, leaving only charred wood and ashes.

There were no longer other tents but your own.

Most hauntingly, the ship was no longer at the visible distance as it was before.

At that moment, you couldn't breathe.

It takes everything in you to will yourself to move, carefully walking around what used to be the camp the crew had set up not more than half a day ago. There had been three or four more tents set alongside yours. There had been a large cauldron for the soup over the fire. There had been crates of supplies gathered from their hunt and travel around the nearest town.

All of that, gone.

Your eyes were frantically scanning for answers—anything to make sense of it all. There were marks in the sand—movement, many of them, leading to where the boats used to be. These were the telltale signs that you refused to believe.

Your heart pounded against your chest, and even as the wind blew your hair over your face, you didn't move an inch—couldn't—in your disbelief. "No," the word crawls out of your lips, hoarse from both sleep and hurt. You rub at your teary eyes furiously—even as they hurt.

"Wake up, (Y/N)," you tell yourself, "Wake up."

In the distance, you see the rocks that surround the beach, and an idea immediately comes to you. With barely any hesitation, you run—stumble—towards them, all as pebbles, shells, coarse sand, and force make your feet hurt instantly, but the panic in your veins rendered you reckless and desperate.

The struggle in climbing the harsh terrain was immediate for someone like you, who was taught to never do such rowdy, unladylike activities, but you couldn't bring yourself to give a damn at that moment. It could be the very key to the answer you were looking for.

And, unfortunately, it was.

The sea breeze blew the strands of your (h/c) hair to and fro, as wisps of the sea trickled onto your skin. You looked over towards the horizon, staring at what used to be the ticket to your freedom. The ship has sailed so far away that it was barely the size of the pebbles that stung your feet. It would be a futile attempt to try and swim towards it.

(Gods, with what offense your father had done to Poseidon, you never even learned how to swim.)

You hope it to be a terrible mistake—perhaps, some sorcery from a witch or the exhaustion from yesterday's voyage making their heads weary. You don’t know how any of those could be, but you would take anything other than the dread looming over you.

“Theseus!!!”

You cry out his name, desperate, your hold on the boulder only tightening, hurting your palms and heels. “Theseus!” you sob, your entire body shaking as your head pounds yet again at the volume and force of your yelling. The backlash of your brain sends you faltering—and, eventually, falling off of the rocks.

A voiceless cry and a hiss forces tears to fall from your eyes as you land harshly on your back. It hurts. Everything hurts.

You could feel the sand flitting onto the gashes that undoubtedly would’ve been all over your skin. The sea—that damned sea—nips at your bottom half where it reached you and makes your damned wounds sting even more.

This is just a dream. It can’t possibly be real, can it?

You rack your brain for memories of the warm light that had come in the form of Theseus—he who had come to you for help and promised help in return.

Yes, of course it isn’t. This is just a dream.

Theseus swore he would bring you to Athens with him, where you would be away from the clutches of your father’s wrath. He swore to protect you. He swore to introduce you to Athens as his accomplice and that you would spend a great life together. Together—that’s what he had promised you.

Forcibly, you fluttered your eyes shut.

This is just a dream—a nightmare.

You’ll soon awake to the real world, awake by Theseus' side. You’ll both go on into the ship and the voyage will continue until Athens comes to the horizon. He’ll protect you. He’ll come back. He'll—

You open your eyes again, ribs hurting as you take a greedy intake of air. You weren’t at all back inside the tent next to your hero. No laughter or chatter to be heard around you.

You were still at the shore, helpless and away from a ship that only navigated further from you.

You were alone on an island with a few supplies at your call, but little to no experience of surviving in such a cruel world.

Theseus was gone. He had deserted you.

Your fists clenched at the blurred image of the ship’s massive white mast engraved in your head. It was taunting you.

Relentless tears streamed down the curves of your cheeks, and you found it hard to get yourself up from the grainy ground beneath you. The very man you decided to trust with your life had now left you for death. Was this what you get for betraying your father? Had you not done the right thing after all?

“THESEUS!!!”

His name rips through your throat raw, as if he could hear you—as if it would've mattered.

"Theseus!" You scream again into the sky, your entire body aching from the fall and the heartache all the same. Your hands bury themselves in the sand underneath you, crushing whatever sand they could hold in order to try and satiate some of your anger. "How could you do this to me?!" you wail, bringing your good arm over your face to shield yourself from the blinding sunlight—from the world in general.

You remember seeing his face as that of a stranger—of how you saw him walk in with the new line of sacrifice, of how he told you of your kingdom’s terrifying reputation, of how he emboldened you to join his cause.

I trusted you.

Your heart aches, remembering his smile, his touch, his words—all of which had deceived you in turn. Theseus was the warm light gracing your life—the one that guided you out of that wretched place.

I loved you.

In the end, he was but a flame that scorched you.

You would rather die than bear a torture like this. At the very least with death, the pain ends. Your soul would reach the other side, crossing over to the Underworld where you could drown yourself in the Lethe River and forget.

Forget the humiliation, the betrayal, and the foolish endeavor your life has become.

Forget the kingdom that made you and the kingdom promised to you.

Forget the man you gave your all to—your honor, your heart, your life.

As it seems to you, the gods plan to do nothing—perhaps, it is a punishment in and of itself to forsake you, to let you rot away. You could hardly lift a finger in your state of mind and body—could barely breathe without a sob slipping past your lips.

Eyes fluttering close, you settle for the next best thing to death—sleep.

Maybe then, you will never awake.

However rare such times would be, he would often go looking for places if he wanted to spend some time alone for himself. Naxos, being a land where he is most welcomed to call his domain, seems to have a lot of such places for him, which is why he wanders off around here as often as he does.

This time, the faint sound of waves began to reach his ears as he treaded the forest. Another beach but he doesn’t at all feel like going for a swim out in the open—not when the sea reminds him of the many times sailors have tried to kidnap him and sell him for a price.

However, Agrios, beside him, seems keen on the idea, halting and staring intently towards the direction of the beach. “Do you want to go on a swim?” he asks, nonetheless following him out of the forest line. “Perhaps I should’ve brought your siblings along…”

The beach was relatively peaceful, beautiful for a little gathering too. It'd do well to tell his people of this, but, as of the moment, it was still too open for his liking. He might be seen by someone he doesn't know or someone he does know and ruin his time alone.

Perhaps, he'll instead go to that little cavern he found a fortnight ago. It should be around here, somewhere…

"Oh?"

Something catches his eyes, stopping him from his thoughts—a lone tent sits amongst the sand with a bonfire long dead and out. A curious case, he thinks. Many travel through Naxos in their journey, but what's a camp like this doing so far away from any of the towns?

Just as he came to snoop inside the tent, something from the corner of his eyes caught his attention as well. In the distance, he sees something by the rocks, Agrios already ahead of him and inspecting whatever it was. He walks closer, curiosity getting the best of him—as it always does.

A woman.

As it had turned out, the very same one he faintly recalls meeting in the forest last night. The sunlight grazing the beach certainly makes her beauty much more apparent than the previous night where he had only spared it a glance beneath the darkness of the eve. "Oh my," he clicks his tongue, as his eyes flit over her sorry state and a frown unconsciously settles on his lips.

He wasn’t one to be too nosy, but he feels immensely compelled to look her over. Carefully leaning his ear against her chest, a faint heartbeat confirms that she was still alive. At a closer glance, he sees the tear stains that mar her cheeks and also takes note of how the pesky sun had left her skin a bit dry and sunburnt. Down the line, inspecting the wounds that ran down her arm, the frown upon his lips running deeper. So much pain, he thinks, shaking his head.

Above all, she shouldn't be left out in the open like this. "This is no place to sleep in," he tuts, looking expectantly at Agrios. “Don’t you think?”

The animal merely blinks back, eventually forcing a sigh from his lips. “Fine,” he grumbles, gathering her in his arms as he lifts and heaves with a grunt. He hasn't been doing much else other than drink, dance, and sleep, so this may indeed be an unfortunate downside of his reckless living. (Still, it somehow feels nice to carry her like this.)

Assuming that the tent nearby was hers for the taking, he carries her towards it, and places her onto the haphazardly assembled sheets and pillows. Her hair splays out and over her face and neck, but he soon makes sure she is in a comfortable position. Sleep, after all, is a great pleasure to have just as any.

As he dries the sea-soaken parts of her, the woman still shows no signs of regaining consciousness, her chest softly heaving in a slow and steady pace, and leaving him in silence. He doesn't worry himself just yet, however—after all, why would he?—knowing well he could call upon a certain someone for a little favor if he really needed to.

And so, he looks around the small tent, taking note of the sparse decor and the mere two piles of crates that Agrios has decided to sniff and inspect. Curious, he gets up and opens the top crate, seeing some clothes, blankets, and other trinkets along with a piece of paper.

Take care of yourself.

Another piece of the puzzle lays itself before him, and he doesn't like it one bit. He places it back in and sets the first crate down to gain access to the second one. Were these all that was left for her?

The next crate, as it turns out, were some rations good enough for a week or so. This makes an idea pop in his head, realizing that the young woman will most likely wake up hungry. He smiles softly at Agrios who has taken place near the makeshift bed. “Come on," he ushers the large cat to leave the unconscious woman alone. "Why don't we play chef, hm?”

The moment you came to, you were made aware of the ache in your head, along with the way your eyes could barely open when you will yourself to. All too suddenly, the lack of warmth by your side gives you flashes of what took place, but, for a moment, you think it to be a dream.

Some sort of commotion reaches you as you gain more hold of your consciousness. Incomprehensible mumbling turned into faint bits of a conversation.

"—ow could you be so cruel to me? I raised you!"

You could see a faint form of two shapes outside your tent, and yet the ruckus only seems to come from one voice.

"Don't you dare use that attitude on me, you little brat."

Getting up was a feat in and of itself, your muscles ached as you put all of your strength into just sitting up alone. Biting back a grunt, you do your best to crawl toward the opening—

"AHHHH!"

The scream that ripples from your mouth hurt your throat, but you could hardly think. In fact, you could hardly move.

A beast peers it's spotted head through the opening of the tent, large golden eyes boring a hole through you in alarm as if you, too, had shocked him. You could only stare back, paralyzed in fear with tears stinging your eyes.

"What happened?!"

All of a sudden, the tent opens further, moved by a man who reveals himself to you, not at all alarmed by the beast, but alarmed by you.

A moment of silence passes and it soon comes to you that this man seems to be the same stranger dangling from the tree last night. You crawl away from the tent opening—away from them. "Who are you?" you sneer, "and what is that?"

The man, himself, seems to snap out of his own stupor at the realization that you were talking to him. He scoots himself inside a little, not too close to you, but within the tent nonetheless. "I'm…" he pauses, "Hoseok, and he is my companion, Agrios."

Companion? That beast is his companion?

Another thing from his response soon also confuses you. Oddly enough, he didn’t answer your question readily—as if he had to think of it. "You don't seem certain of your name, sir," you raised your brow at him, defenses still up against the stranger and his companion.

Not at all bothered by the harsh edge of your words, however, he chuckles at the slip up you had pointed out to him. "I'm Hoseok," he repeats with more conviction, but the seriousness your glare bore didn’t impede his lollygagging. "Now," he instead pipes, turning around for a moment—only to reveal a bowl of fruits. "Are you hungry?"

You may have had no intention answering his invitation, but your stomach answers for you—a shamelessly loud grumble that renders your cheeks ablaze in embarrassment. The stranger laughs, but doesn’t tease further, only taking your hand to place the bowl in its care. “Feel free to nibble,” he urges you, “if you want more, you need only to ask. I caught some fish and roasted them outside.”

His excitement and openness truly takes you aback. Does this Hoseok not have suspicions against a stranger like yourself?

You raise the bowl back to him. “No ne—”

Your words fall short, slain by a gasp at the sight of your hands and arms—clean and free of the gashes you could've sworn marred your skin just hours ago. What’s left of them were faint red lines that tingled if you look or think about them too much. "My wounds…" you stammer, as you gawk at them in disbelief. "H-how?"

Hoseok doesn’t at all bother to take the bowl of fruits from you. "I know of a good healer," he simply tells you, getting up but sweeping the tent entrance open and tying them to the side so that your eyes could catch a glimpse of the little bonfire he had brought back to life from the previous night. Fortunately, his companion also follows him outside.

Though hesitant, you shakily push yourself up, cautiously crawling over to stop by the entrance. "Wounds don't heal in an instant," you call out to him, "for how long have I been unconscious?"

The stranger crouches by the bonfire, eyeing the fishes he had over the fire. "For about an hour or so now, and, as I have said," he turns to flash you a grin and a wink. "I know a really good healer."

In spite of your doubt, something else pulls you away from the situation as your stomach begins to churn at the sight of the fish cooking and make you salivate. Tempted, you were, you relent to a grape from the bowl he had given you. Some juice dribbles down your lips, but it quenches some of your hunger and thirst.

Looking back up, you see him and the spotted beast patiently waiting for you by the fire. Hoseok grabs one of the cooked fish skewered with a stick, offering it to you in case you prefer the distance from them.

Eyes flitting from the smoking fish and him, you hold yourself back for yet another question. "What exactly are your intentions with me?"

“None,” he assures you with a shrug, looking around the beach. “I was simply strolling through and saw you,” he then says, “thought you might need the help.”

I didn't need help. Stubborn, you were, but still, you eye the fish that was roasting over the fire.

The stranger seems to take note of this. “There’s nothing funny with it,” he then assures you, chuckling a little as he nods to his companion, who was now chewing on something. “You can eat over there, if you’d like.”

Finally, you idly take hold of the stick—you swear, your stomach let out a cry of relief. “Thank you,” your manners compel you to timidly tell him this as you take a bite out of the fish’s flesh.

Hoseok smiles warmly, the sight and feeling of it making your heart clench. “You’re welcome.”

For the hour that followed, Hoseok and Agrios stayed with you as they ate, and as some subtle form of gratitude, you let them. You kept your distance, stayed by that little tent of yours as Hoseok tells you of the towns he knew around the island and the general path towards them.

Whether he knew your tragic case of abandonment or not, he makes no mention nor pry of it, and you don't tell him of your wanted status either. It would be best to stay away from strangers.

And so, well into the afternoon, you usher them away after falsely promising to remember his guidance, the man and the beast disappearing into the forest with no more than themselves with them. (The fishes he caught but didn't cook, he gave to you for dinner, and this notion guilts you inside for being so cold to them all along.)

Here you were, once again left alone by the sea.

By this point, you have gained some strength—enough to leave the shell that is your tent to finally gaze at the waves you've been hearing ever since you woke. The golden sun sits amidst a sky of oranges and pinks, its light sending the sea glittering as it's readying to leave its throne for the nightfall.

It was a taunting sight—beautiful, but taunting.

Yet, a voice in your head murmurs a treacherous thought to soil the fragile peace you were in.

Have they reached Athens by now?

Your lip trembles but you trample it beneath your teeth, hoping to kill the incoming tears. It's successful—to some degree. Though the pain in your heart hasn't at all gone away, the streams that ran down your cheeks were not as fierce as before.

In the silence, you were left to wonder what had transpired in the hours you were unconscious. You have reason in you to believe the key that had led Theseus to leave you were his people—they were, after all, the very reason he had snuck into Crete in the first place.

Had they convinced Theseus to leave you?

Had he been tricked by them in some way?

Or, had he no problem agreeing with them at all?

Your heart shatters at the thought of the latter, but your mind soon drifts to what Andreas had said in the woods.

You let us suffer for years…

There’s reason and right in his anger—in their anger—this you knew well. They do not owe you forgiveness nor forgetfulness for the cowardice you’ve done to them in the years before.

If you had been a braver person against your father’s harsh reign, would they have found you befitting to take the place next to their hero?

If you had tried a little harder to be of help during the travel, would they have had a change of heart and taken you with them?

If you had—

Nonsense, there’s nothing you can do about the could-have-beens. You've already betrayed your people. You've already left. You've already messed up.

At the end of the day, the bitter truth now is that you’ve been stranded here—already alone and away from Crete and Athens all the same. Mayhaps, that is why you’ve been left like this—your salvation and your price to pay, your escape from Crete and banishment from Athens altogether.

You will belong nowhere else.

With not much left to do nor care for the view, you crawl your way back into the tent where it's a little more quiet. The immediate thought of sleep comes to you as your eyes land on the makeshift cushions, and the same thought as before crosses your mind.

Sleep. Let’s sleep.

It was then your train of thought stops. An animal pelt cloak—one from a dark grey wolf, you think—had been near the bedding, something you vaguely remember taking off of you when you woke earlier. Theseus doesn't have one—you would know—which can only mean that it was another token left by that stranger earlier.

A part of you is irked to be left with this, as it's a reminder of yet another man who entered your life unannounced. Such things aside, you were reasonably grateful too, as it's something you can make use of.

Enough thinking, another part of you insists, reminding you of what you had thought to do in the first place. Sleep.

A sigh leaves you as you lay yourself down, and with no other warmth to encase you, you relent in reaching for the cloak, curling within its hold and fluttering your eyes closed.

A sense of unease blossoms within you, forcing you away from the realm of Morpheus. It's dark, even after you awoke from the abyss of your slumber. It must be nighttime already then. Have you slept for that long?

Another thing registers in your head as you regain more of your consciousness. You become aware of the damp walls of the tent and bedding, of the chill in the air, of the sound of rain.

What on Earth—

The row rumble from the sky sounds like that of a beast, freezing you in an instant with the wolf pelt tightly clutched in your hold. A bright strike of lightning across the sky faintly illuminates the tent, squeezing a screech from your lips at the deafening thunder that follows it.

You could tell that the rain has no plans of surrendering any time soon. The waves themselves are getting angrier by the minute, crashing against the shore and rocks as if to give them a beating.

Zeus and Poseidon must be furious.

A curse leaves your lips as you see more of the rain soaking the tent, droplets already forming to come down at you. The howling winds aren't showing much kindness either. You don't know for much longer your tent can hold. At this rate, you'll be drenched, too.

Gathering your bearings, you sit up and push aside the discomfort of being in slightly damp clothes, and heave the cloak over your head. You give yourself a moment to think of where to get yourself a better shelter from the storm.

The forest might do well to aid you, but it'll also house other creatures—some of which may have the capabilities to kill someone as defenseless as you. Perhaps, you can find a large, pointed stick to us—

"Hey!"

You jolt as you hear a voice outside. Is that…?

The tent flaps pry open under someone's urgent grip, and you see the person you had suspected it to be. As he tries to catch his breath, Hoseok looks you over with a dismayed shake of his head. "I knew you'd still be here."

You look at him with your mouth agape. “What brings you here?” you question over the downpour, brows furrowing together.

The man adjusts an umbrella over his head, promptly leaving your query unanswered. “Come along,” he instead tuts as he urges you out of the tent. "This is no place to be in the middle of a storm."

The tent shakes as yet another thunder booms across the sky, causing the two of you to flinch. “Now,” he says, “will you be stubborn or will you let me help you?"

The umbrella he's carrying struggles against the wind, what with it being made from only wood and leaves. The gentle curls of his black hair cling onto his forehead, forcing him to swipe them back. "I think it’s a great time to accept, hm?” he says, an uneasy chuckle forced past his lips as he tries to secure a better grip on the umbrella.

With a deep intake of air, you push yourself up and come out of the tent. This brings a smile to his face, one that you choose to ignore. “Fantastic,” he muses, as you duck beneath the struggling shade of his umbrella. "Nothing else?"

"None," you curtly tell him. I have nothing left.

The stranger was caught off guard for a moment, but he soon nods and gestures to the dark forest ahead. "Come," he says, "I know a place."

Although the trees keep most of the howling winds at bay, the mud cakes the ends of the worn dress you were wearing, turning the faint pink an ugly brown. The rough ground makes you walk carefully too, lest you step on anything that can make your bare feet hurt any more than it already is. The darkness of the forest terrifies you, and a part of you urges you to cling onto the stranger lest you get lost in the midst of the storm on your own.

Doubt, however, gnaws away at you at the same time, making you keep a little of your distance. You steal glances in between calculating your steps and following his lead. Can I truly trust this man?

The possibility of his betrayal makes you spiral into multiple other possibilities. If he dares to do anything, then I can shove him or hit him with something, and make a run for it.

As this plan for a what-if forms in your head, Hoseok takes note of your wariness—of how you cocooned yourself within his old wolf cloak, of how you gingerly inched away from him, and of how guarded your face is even as you were occupied with your thoughts. Understandable, he thinks, but it won't do her well to be sick because of the rain.

Leaning the umbrella over to your side, he once again thinks of the quickest path to a shelter he knows of. It’s around here somewhere.

Still, that won't seem to make the journey any less difficult. The rain was stubborn—as stubborn and proud as a man he knows—the thunder bellowing every once in a while to scare the daylights out of you. Though the forest was easier to navigate for the likes of him, it definitely doesn’t make it any less pleasant to tread through. He, himself, feels unpleasant walking through the forest in a state like this.

A surprise, however, soon comes to the young man. It appears that, at some point, you have noticed the position of the umbrella, and your conscience couldn't seem to take the unfairness for his side, because you had let your bodies huddle a little closer. Your hand even lightly holds onto his tunic as you look elsewhere.

Hoseok hides a smile at all of this. How sweet of her to care.

It was fortunate for the both of you that it didn't take too long for you to have reached your destination—just as the umbrella was about to give up, too. He steps under the stone roofing, arm gesturing with a welcome. "Here we are," he sings, tossing the umbrella aside and wringing out the rainwater from his clothes.

You gawk at the structure of the building as you step under its shade, the frown and furrow between your brows deepening. It was dark—especially with much of the moon obscured by heavy rain clouds—but you could make some sense of your surroundings. “This is a shrine,” you tell him, matter-of-factly, staying put where you were.

Hoseok stifles a chuckle. “And?”

A frantic trace of panic besets your face at his lack of concern. “We may offend the deity that reigns over this place,” you scold him, crossing your arms across your chest.

This refusal comes across as puzzling for him. He supposed all mortals are devoted in some sense of respect and fear for the gods, but you were walking too carefully on eggshells—driven mostly in fear. Have you or your family offended a god before?

Hoseok doesn't linger on the thought any longer, giving you an assuring smile instead. “It’ll be alright,” he tells you, “Trust me.”

It’s my shrine after all.

Still, doubt mars your expression, your mind being too stubborn to give in to his assurances. "We mean no disrespect here, after all," he attempts to reason, "just shelter from the storm, yes?"

You give it a few seconds, eventually nodding timidly. "Right," you say, almost as if you were still trying to convince yourself that this won't incur divine wrath. You shed the cloak from your shoulders as you take your first steps to follow him into the shrine.

Inside, a few torches persevered, showing a myriad of offerings laid out on an altar. Something else, however, draws Hoseok's attention elsewhere. Prayers and offerings to gods in a shrine were obvious, of course, but one of those in the altar held a prayer stronger than the others.

The young god turned his focus into hearing whatever words were left by whoever made them. Multiple voices echo through his head…

Lord Dionysus, we thank you and this island for becoming a brief respite for our weary travels. As told, to you, we leave a maiden of fair beauty and heart. May she make wonderful company.

His eyes widened, coming to a stop. A maiden? Who—

“Are you a follower?” you ask him out of the blue, having noted his ease in navigating through the premises. “Whose shrine is this?”

Hoseok, knocked out of his stupor, was startled for a moment, looking back at you as you continued to take in your environment. Nonetheless, once he gets a hold of himself, he doesn't answer the first of your questions, simply the "who" of it. “Dionysus,” he tells you, watching as a hint of recognition sparks in your eyes.

“The wine god?”

Hearing this, something warm flutters within his chest. Recognition feels quite nice, he thinks, as he doesn't hold back the grin that comes to his lips. “You know of him,” he muses, quite pleased. “Not many do.”

Hoseok hasn't been here in a while, as he isn't one to be too zealous in his duties in the first place, but this shrine is one of the first ever built for him by his followers—proof that he's made some sort of path to the pantheon. Even then, he has a long way to go. He's a wandering new god, not at all embraced by many, when they view wine, frenzy, and pleasure as things that get in the way of the philosophy and intellect that many Greeks praised.

As he takes off his own rain-sodden cloak, you tuck the fur cloak onto your arm and idly look around. “I’ve heard tales from my brothers’ teachers in passing,” you tell him, gazing at the art carved into the wall of a merry feast. “He brought wine to the world, yes?”

A part of him is tempted to swipe the wine from the offerings and chug it, but decides against it, lest it sends you in a panic over discourtesy to the gods and whatnot. “Mhm,” he instead happily hums, “a marvellous invention, isn’t it?”

My magnum opus.

Fiddling with the fabric of your dress, you purse your lips together at the thought of the wine this stranger seems to be so proud of. You’re not quite sure of how to respond to him. On one hand, you have lived to understand the perils of losing oneself to wine—how they can turn the angry, angrier and the sensible, nonsensical. On the contraire, the notion of losing yourself to wine and forgetting all else tempts you. “I haven’t tasted much of it,” you simply go on to say, “but I suppose it is.”

At this, Hoseok whips his head towards you. “You suppose?” he repeats, eyes starting to glint at the prospect of challenge. “Please do remind me to bring you all the wine in the world to taste.”

You lightly scoff at his musings. “Well it’s certainly not appropriate to do so now,” you gesture to the rain outside and the state of you both. “We’ll wake up with a fever otherwise.”

Those words take a few seconds to register in the man’s head. “Oh, right,” Hoseok quips, fiddling with his ear as he thinks to himself. I forgot about that. Humans and their fickle bodies.

Looking around his shrine for something that could be a change of clothes for you, he soon returns to you with a colorful fabric. “It's not the most fashionable," he chuckles, "but it’s the best I could find."

The gesture seems to have taken you aback. "Oh—You didn't have t—" the words were a scrambled mess on your lips, but ultimately ended with, "Thank you."

Hoseok gingerly places the fabric into your hands, his own brushing against your skin. Her hands are cold. "Most welcome," he hums thoughtfully, “I will leave you to change then, yes?”

With the chill in the air, Hoseok had deemed it good to light a small fire to bring some warmth inside for you as you change. Though raised by satyrs in the wilderness, foraging, unfortunately, truly wasn't his strongest suit—this he knew well as he had struggled to find some decent kindling for the both of you.

Eventually, he had managed to come back to the shrine with the wood, and some fruits for the two of you to nibble on. The fire was born from one of the torches still lit. It crackles before you both, very much alive since he had imbued it with his power to not perish so easily.

Between the both of you was silence, a little bit more comfortable than before—one you, surprisingly, break.

“Why did you come back for me?”

Hoseok stops chewing on a wild berry midway, brows rising for a moment when the sound of your soft voice takes him aback. “Come again?”

Deep in thought, it takes you a while to turn to him, brows furrowed with genuine confusion. “We’re strangers to one another,” you tell him, “and yet you would come for me in the midst of a storm and help me find shelter…”

You ask him the summary of all the inquiries in your head. “Why help me?”

Truthfully, Hoseok doesn’t have an answer to that himself. It had been a spontaneous feat, taking you back to your tent, but something in him told him to take it a step further—to tuck you in with his fur cloak, to fetch you something to eat, and to call upon his half-brother for a favor to tend to your wounds.

When the rain began, he had pushed back the thought of coming to check on you, telling himself that you could’ve found yourself shelter already—that you’d be fine on your own—and yet, here he was.

A shrug of his shoulders was all he could do. “I suppose…” he murmurs, mulling over his words. “You reminded me of myself, in some way or another…”

When Hoseok was born yet another bastard of Zeus, he lived most of his life in the wilderness, constantly having to flee from the wrath of Hera and other such threats to his life. Even before he had discovered his divine potential, he wasn’t quite welcomed in either Earth nor Olympus.

Lost and helpless—that’s what you two are.

“Why not help?” he simply muses in some sense of kindred.

It felt foreign for him to participate in such soft conversation. He had been so used to nonsensical, slurred discussions that lead to nowhere, or recklessly screaming to song and dance alike.

The silence that follows makes him—a god—squirm as you stare into the fire, lost somewhere in your head. You made no rebuttal against his statement, which only makes him even more antsy.

In spite of his impatience, however, he could tell you were hesitating to speak of something, and so, he lets you simmer in your thoughts just a bit more. It takes another moment of silence before you break it yet again. “I committed treason by helping someone escape with their people. I fled with them,” you confess, voice shaking, “but they all left me while I was sleeping.”

His brows knit together, envisioning the gist of the events that had taken place. Though he had spent most of yesterday in a drunken haze, he had heard the nymphs talk of a group of travellers in passing through the—

Wait a minute.

The prayer earlier rings in his head, and he soon gawks at you, who continues to gaze into the fire in solitude. You can't possibly be the maiden, right?

Well, you are of fair beauty, but no, no, no. If you were, surely you would've been left in better conditions.

Either way, Hoseok thinks betrayal is such an ugly thing that neither god nor mortal likes the notion of. He knows not what led you to commit treason, but to have forsaken your people to join others, only to have them forsake you is a terrible thing. “What a load of bastards,” he abhors, before partly jesting. “Shall we ask the gods that their ship sinks?”

A light scoff leaves your lips as you shake your head at him. Hoseok watches as you say nothing more of the tale, and he knew it well not to pry any longer.

The wine god finds it astonishing how similar yet different the two of you are. Both cast aside in some way or another, and yet the two of you walk different paths. While he ventures recklessly, you tread the same, paved path you’ve ever known, too scared to break away lest you get your heart broken again.

You should learn to let go every once in a while.

“My name is (Y/N)...” you tell him, knocking him out of his little reverie. Your voice was quiet and hesitant, but you still willed yourself to look at him properly, eyes carrying sheepish guilt. “I apologize if I was rude to you.”

Hoseok couldn’t help the smile on his face as he realized that he had earned enough of your trust to know your name. “Glad to finally put a name to a face,” he muses, “and, rest assured, I hadn’t taken any offense, at all.”

A soft, grateful smile blooms on your lips, illuminated beautifully by the golden glow of the fire. This hint of happiness instantly makes Hoseok wonder what pure bliss would look like for you. He hardly holds back his mischief, as he tilts his head with a teasing grin.

“Does this mean to say we’ve become friends?”

At this, you roll your eyes. (But you smile all the same.)

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dawnagustd · 2 years

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party time(teaser) || jhs

“You wanna tell me what’s up your ass?”

A chilling touch does little to tame the heat rushing through you. Your heart races with excitement, the throbbing nearly as intense pulsing within your core. You clench your fists as tightly as the bindings that strap you to the gurney.

“It’s nothing, Hoseok. Please, just—ahh!” you wince. “Fuck, this isn’t fair.”

“Liar, liar…if you lie to me again your ass will be on fire,” he chuckles.

The darkness enlarges his silhouette, making him appear twice his size. The hollowness of the room allows his voice to project and ricochet off the grungy walls.

A shaky exhale leaves your lips as the stinging subsides. Although the ghost of his touch still remains in the reddened marks that resemble the shape of his palm. You cave and submit to the pleasure, moaning while his hands continue to roam all over your body.

“It’s them. Isn’t it, baby?” Hoseok leans over your body, pressing his ear against your back so he can listen to the sound of your blood pumping through your veins. “Jealous, aren’t we?”

Shamefully, you confess.

“A little bit.”

He shushes your whimpers and strokes the hair out of your face. You feel the cords grow slack around your body, and you relax under his gentle touch. However, your reverie is short-lived because your punishment is right around the corner.

“Well sweetheart, if you wanna be a whore…”

He growls out his words as he tugs your hair. The back of your head collides with his shoulder. You can only stare at the stars as you await your legs tremble with need. He collects arousal from your inner thigh and brings it to your swollen lips, smirking when you absentmindedly dart out your tongue to taste yourself on his fingers.

“I don’t have a problem treating you like one.”

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vminizzle · 1 year

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ℌ𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔬𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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dance the night away || [ one-shot ] coming soon

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chemicalpink · 2 years

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Tennis Court ᨒ jhs

ᨒ Staff: Jung Hoseok

ᨒ Accommodation: Suite

ᨒ Pairing: reader x tennis coach!jung hoseok

ᨒ Word Count: 1.3k

ᨒ Genre: smut, friends to lovers

ᨒ Rating: 18+

ᨒ Warnings: exhibitionism, name-calling, slight degradation, light manhandling, protected sex, dirty talk.

ᨒ Summary: If only the tennis coach wasn’t as good looking as he was, you would have probably not needed to crawl your way into his p̶a̶n̶t̶s̶ heart.

ᨒ A/N: I am well aware this is not actually how tennis attire works but for the sake of fanfiction let’s pretend it does.

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You can’t help but do a double take in the mirror inside the locker room before you decide to exit it. The sun is barely shining up in the sky, its warmth slowly but surely melting away the cold night breeze. The skirt’s fabric is somewhat uncomfortable in between your legs, and you’d surely blush if it all wasn’t some part of quite an elaborate plan.

Classes with Hoseok were always a treat, the man could keep a smiling front for more than an hour straight. And mean every single second of it. Not to even begin with the absolutely sexy way he moved inside the court, the unholy grunts and shouts he let out while playing that had your mind wandering off elsewhere. It was easy to fall for the man, even easier assuring yourself a spot on his friendship list; working your way towards being his preferred training partner was more a mix of overtime solo training and making sure you’d wake up at ungodly hours. But you had managed just fine.

Hoseok’s first class of the day wouldn’t arrive until past 7:30, which left you a good 45 minutes to work your plan to perfection.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t make it!” his voice is subdued by the noise of his tennis ball hitting the wall behind him with practised ease.

You’re quick to throw an award winning smile his way “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Hobi”

“Three out of five?” You’re still quite unceremoniously staring at him when the ball hits your side of the court, leaving you no room to react properly, which makes the man let out an endeared laugh “That makes it one out of three, Y/N! You better keep up!”

You don’t allow the fact that he is quick to gain advantage against you deter you from the single goal you had in mind for the day. Not the three to two in the game, nor the way you’re completely replaced inside the court for his morning class, leaving you to wait for almost an hour by the sidelines. You’re quick to make your time worth it as you freshen up yourself, making sure your skirt is pulled up just a tad shorter, bouncy and flowy with each step you take– you’re almost sure anyone would be able to see under the fabric without much fight. Especially Hoseok.

The man is perched around the water fountain, racket around his feet as you approach him, making sure to add an extra bounce on your step. And if he has to rasp his throat a few times, in a futile attempt to hide the way you could clearly see his dick twitch inside his training shorts, you can’t help but smile at the sight. “Y-Y/N! I thought you had- uhm, left for the day?”

“Oh I just thought it would be nice to hang around, I don’t get to do it much” you don’t miss the way his eyes roam your body as you position yourself to fit in front of him, having to squeeze in between his body and the counter, to which he doesn’t quite move an inch, your barely covered ass pressing against the front of his pants, his lips too close to your ear as you make sure to press back, earning a soft grunt from him, his hands landing on your hips as you feel him harden against you.

“I thought I was seeing things when we were playing and I saw nothing under your skirt” his hand is quick to find its way under the piece of clothing, a refreshing contrast to the way you seem to run hot when around him “All of this- just for me?”

“Want to go back to my suite?”

“I should just bend you over here, let everyone see what you’ve been strutting around since so early in the morning” he tsks “Such a slut, Y/N, such a charade you pull off for your tennis instructor”

“Ah- yours only”

“Oh so you’re my slut” He makes a content sound in the back of his throat, amused even. “Let’s see if you live up to the title, lead the way, Y/N”

Hoseok is playful while walking down the hall into the tennis court, quick to let himself be guided towards your suite. He’s unable to keep his hands to himself, making sure to leave no room to faltering kisses planted on your lips the further you walk into the secluded area. He even makes sure to slap your butt once for good measure as you open the door for both of you. His mouth is on yours the second you close the door, calloused fingers slipping down the fabric until they rest on your ass, maneuvering you so your weight is on him in a second, legs wrapped around his hips as he walks the both of you towards the bed.

“God you have no idea how much I’ve waited for this” he leaves rushed kisses along the expanse of your neck as his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt, pulling it off your body “Had you said something before, we could have been doing this so much sooner”

Your own hands make sure to dispose him of his own clothes, nails trailing down his toned body, breaths entangled with each other as you bring him down to keep on kissing, lips moulded to each other, one of his hands comes in between your legs to play with your already dripping folds, teasing for a few seconds before he inserts two fingers, making sure to pump them to a rhythm not so strayed to the way your mouths kept on moving together.

“O-oh I really- god I really need you inside me” one of your hands comes in between your bodies to stroke him from the confines of his own boxers, hardened length throbbing in your palm as he lets out a shivered breath.

“Such a slut for me, Y/N” Hoseok makes a quick work out of his underwear, your eyes don’t even catch the way that he’s already rolling a condom down his length and lining it up to your entrance “Were you this wet for hours? Was this your plan all along? Having me fall for such a tight pussy, huh? Think that would keep me around?”

Your mind is hazy at the way the whole bed rocks with your body, each thrust of his slowed yet deep as he moves with practised ease and grace, one which you would always admire and left to wonder about while watching him play. The sun filters down in between the blinds, soft warm glow hitting the back of Hoseok’s head in a way that lets you admire his caramel skin, the way that his whole body seems to fit perfectly above you, the room filled with moans and lewd sounds as he speeds up his pace, face buried in your neck, your nails tracing his back as you feel yourself tightening around him, a shuddered breath of his as he fills up the condom, making a quick motion to detangle himself so he can tie it up and throw it blindly on the obviously-placed bin.

Your voice is small as you watch him collecting his clothes “Aren’t you staying?”

“As much as I’d love to-” as if on cue, his phone starts ringing from somewhere on the floor “...that’s my 1pm class, but I’ll be back with dinner, alright?”

He’s fully dressed as you feel your eyes dropping, a chaste kiss on your lips and you can’t help but continue to feel butterflies inside your belly– you know him to be a man of his word and summer is just getting started.

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seokstrivia · 4 months

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Coming soon:

Blind-sided - JHS x Reader!

✽ Summary: Sports were never your thing, considering you were an English teacher. Which is why the last thing you expected was to end up in the school gym with a rose in one hand and a basketball in the other.

(Requests accepted)

#jhs #jhope imagines #bts jhope #jung hoseok #bts #kpop

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staytinyville · 7 months

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Stay Alive Masterlist

" Came like a Miracle, Look like a miracle, Just like Miracle, Those few words...."

Synopsis: When you started working at a pharmaceutical company, you didn’t realize where it was your life was heading. After getting a patient mix up, you meet seven men who would didn’t seem to want any other nurse that wasn’t you. When you start to know them, you notice things that made you question if they were really human. No matter what excuse they would give though, you would always go home with a heavy heart. The day the truth is revealed to you, things take a turn for the worst.

Pairings: BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Genre: Mystical Creatures AU, Fluff, Romance, Angst, Fantasy

Warnings: Smut in future chapters, toxic work environment, abuse

Taglist: I have decided to write smut chapters. However it’s just one per member. Maybe some things here and there. With that being said. I will not have a taglist on those chapters for fear of having minors tagged. My books are mostly for a general audience because smut isn’t my main writing. However with the very small number of chapters I will probably do, it’s best to not tag anyone. I understand some of you have ages but I don’t want to struggle with picking out each adult blog. Thank you for understanding.

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" Those few words that saved me I'll be by your side after many nights..."

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cybsoo2 · 4 months

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the couple on train 201

╰┈➤ synopsis — Two lovers so wrapped up in each other's embrace, blind to the distorted love obsession that grows darker with every crimson caress.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!j-hope x yandere!reader

╰┈➤ word count — 450+

╰┈➤ content warning — ummm murder, obsessive behavior, manipulative behavior, its pretty vague

Twisted lovers, entangled in each other’s embrace.

Breathe in my cold breath then let me have yours.

Cold hearts match cold minds but a fire is held firm between them. Soft digits press against smooth skin, tender care taken with each touch. So fragile, people would wonder if they were made of glass. The two soft soulmates sit side by side, thighs close and hands held halfway.

The girl, hazel hair with doe eyes, finds beauty in the passing foreground while the other finds beauty in her. The scenery is bleeding, greens turn to gray as time passes by. The sodden sky sets snowflakes adrift as the December air takes its home. The world seems so peaceful today. Daydreams set her mind ablaze as she longs for this day to continue on as rosy and hopeful as her Hobi.

Kiss my lips day or night, full of rushing blood or spilling from the faucet.

The boy, mousy hair and dimples when he smiles, searches the train in nervous ambition. The train speeds fast down the tracks, the dizzying movements cause vertigo to set in. Eyes guided to a steady point, his soul lazily drags his focus to the pinky, pale hands which hold his. Oh Hobi, sweet Hobi, with apple cheeks all red and ripe, heart too sick to carry the heavy burden of morality.

My Darling, sweet solace, I am yours in every universe.

Two kids found spellbound by each other trust too greatly in the judgment of one another. Infatuation clouds judgment and betrayal from an envious slut fuels blinding fits of fury. Hobi’s left helplessness at the sight of his lover sobbing, sickly sorrows on their shared bed. Hands reached out barely an inch before Hobi engulfed them in his strong arms. He willed every god and demon to let the warmth from his bones bleed into his pretty little love. And when she begged for relief with miserable eyes and pleas of “Help me Hobi, show me how much you love me,” well, how could he say no.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than the crimson kisses I placed on your cheeks in death's wake.

Love-struck maniacs woke up death on an evening so elegant. It would have been selfish to not share the sight. The train's doors open with such hesitance, doubting if such a young soul should be let out to fight off the cold alone.

How much madness would you face to see me smile from your atrocities?

The couple on train 201, bound by imperfect impurity painted vain vermilion across the train tracks. A picture perfect Jane Doe she was, how unimportant and tainted her existence had become. A sadistic girlfriend and her corrupt boyfriend follow each other's footsteps in the snow. Teetering and playing seesaw over the edge of insanity and obsession. Bloodstained hands grasped together forever while crimson kisses grow darker with each caress.

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Cannn we get a Drabble for Hoseok and husky reader at a fashion show🥺🥺

"There we go." Hoseok softly says with a smile as he holds your hand so you can step out of the car. Cameras are going off all around you, everyone having been already surprised (positively) when Hoseok had been seen at the airport in South korea, leaving with you next to him.

You're dressed in expensive luxury, Dior having made some of the pieces you wear exclusively for you only by Hoseoks request, and he himself loves the sight of it- just how a princess should be treated, he thinks. It's all very simplified clothing, but with little extras and proper adjustments to, for example, accommodate for your tail- the designated cut out part decorated with straps and lace.

He likes this. It's not just 'just cut out some fabric to pull it through and call it a day' how designer brands used to do it in the past. These days, with hard work and much effort and trouble along the way, they finally managed to really put you up to a position where there's standards for you, no matter what you are. You're no longer 'just a hybrid'.

And while it doesn't solve the entire problem of a hybrid's place in society, it's a start.

You're still a bit unsure how to really pose for pictures - you don't know what people would like to see and whatnot. But Hoseok next to you is the assurance that you need - calmly helping you to look at most of the cameras at least once, directing you so you never feel lost. Other celebrities at the show all look your way, and it reminds you that the sight of someone like you - a hybrid - is still not the norm. It's not something that just happens. It's still special.

Fashion shows are both interesting and very hard to handle for you.

Mostly because you tend to become restless after a while, as it's typical for most canine hybrids. Next to you, Hoseok makes sure that you're never uncomfortable. You lean towards him, a silent request for his attention. "How do they walk in those shoes?" You wonder quietly, and Hoseok snickers to himself.

"I don't know. Looks difficult, doesn't it?" He wonders, his hand holding yours tenderly, thumb running circles over the back of your smaller hand.

"Uncomfortable." You mumble in worry. "I hope they don't get hurt." You say, and the idol next to you can't help but grin to himself. You're just too sweet.

After the show ends, it's very clear that you've now exhausted your batteries - unable to really 'pose' anymore or control your reactions to the extent that you were able to before. But the cameras don't seem to mind- a clip of a cameraman calling out to you just for you to wag your tail and grin going viral later on. The man had tripped, his cap falling to the ground close to you, and you'd picked it up without thought, giving it back with a bow that was answered by a 'thank you so much' from the man, and a compliment on how pretty you look- one that drew exactly that viral reaction from you, your gaze immediately nack on Hoseok who smiles warmly, before he helps you back into the car to drive back to the hotel.

And right now, there's no luxury adorning your body anymore- just a comfortable while shirt and some sleep shorts, makeup gone and collar on the table, while Hoseok sits close to you and brushes out your freshly blow-dried tail. "You did great today." He comments, and the tail in his hands immediately moves.

"Thank you." You mumble into the pillows. "Do you think.. the others saw me today?" You say, before yawning.

"Oh, Yoongi-hyung posted something on his Instagram. He definitely watched it." The rapper explains, putting your brush back into his suitcase. "And Taehyung probably did too." He chuckles.

"That's nice." You say. "Can we sleep a bit longer tomorrow?" You wonder, and Hoseok quietly slips under the covers next to you.

"We gotta catch the flight, princess." He sighs. "But you can sleep on the plain." He reassures. You pout.

"But I wanted to eat breakfast here.." you complain quietly. "Eat a French croissant. Like an actually French one, in France and all!" You explain, and Hoseok laughs.

"I'm sure we can have someone pick one up on the way, puppy." He chuckles, brushing his hand over your head as you stretch and yawn again, before holding onto his arm, before you scoot closer, pecking his lips goodnight.

Hoseok and you.. are special.

He's been very open about his feelings towards you for a good while now- admitting his love openly, and reassuring you that everyone else loves you just like that as well- but he can understand that you might not want to believe in it until they've said it too. So for now, until the rest make that jump and confess, you'll simply continue on like you did before.

And hoseok doesn't mind-

Because it's kind of nice, knowing you kiss only him goodnight like this.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #hoseok fanfic #hoseok imagine #jhope imagines #jhope x reader

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violetsiren90 · 2 months

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Make Me

Pairing: dom!Hoseok/sub/brat!f!Reader

Genre: Oneshot; hard smut; platonic(?) fluff; BDSM lifestyle; friends to fwb to?; canon-compliant (idolAU)

Summary: You've been friends with Hobi for years, and he's your comfort zone - but when he gets wind of a dark secret you drunkenly let slip, things between you take a sudden extreme change.

Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni); hardcore BDSM themes/relationships; full consent and safe-words ❤; Hobi is a hard dom (and such a good one); MC is a brat (mostly); dominance and submission; elements of primal play if you squint; mentions of wet dreams and sexual fantasies; sexual degradation (deg-play use of the word "b*tch"); mentions of MC's hair and hair pulling in a domination context; rough physical contact in a sexual context (manhandling); mentions of drinking; kink-outing; Jimin is a menace but also the absolute best; Hobi in the studio 👀; wrestling (sexual context); spanking (sexual context); p*ssy-stepping; p*ssy slapping; sexual frustration; some initial shame and embarrassment (reader needs to work some things out); reader tries to run away from herself a bit; temporary ghosting; working through new desires and feelings; dirty dancing; ALL the communication; establishment of sexual roles/partnership; talk about birth control and protection; Hobi curses a LOT during domination scenes; leash/collar play; oral sex (male receiving); throat fucking; Hobi slaps Reader's tongue with his c*ck; cum swallowing; aftercare; restraint play (sex swing, heehee 😈); manual clitoral stimulation; teasing; unprotected vaginal sex (reader is on birth control & previously consents); female orgasm from vaginal penetration; very brief implication of a possible brush with subspace.

Word Count: ~16,000 (Double its originally intended length, oops 🙈)

Author's note: HOLY HECK IT'S FINALLY HERE. When I say I had the time of my life writing this...like, wow. I was already under Hobi's spell, but now I am OFFICIALLY down in the worst way. This fic and it's premise were completely out of my comfort zone, but I couldn't be happier that I ventured into this world, because the research alone has given me so much respect for the BDSM community, and specifically the dom/sub relationship. I hope I did as much justice to that very special dynamic as possible between these two characters (with whom I have deeply fallen in love). If you read this, I hope so very much that you enjoy it!

If no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

Acknowledgements: The biggest of thanks to @orchidyoonkook who not only beta-read this fic multiple times, and is practically the voice of this Jimin, but also gave me so much wonderful insight into the BDSM communicty from that big sexy brain of hers (which contains an incredible amount of knowledge about so many things, let me tell you!). But most of all, she gave me the encouragement I needed to get this out of my imagination and onto the page, even when I was doubting myself the most. Yoons, I love you! Couldn't have done it without you. 💕

"What?" Hoseok's wide grin stretches further as he regards your flustered face with giddy anticipation.

You groan into your hands, willing the cushions of your friend's leather couch to swallow you like quicksand.

"Fucking Jimin - I'll kill him!" you whine, pressing your fingers to your temples, and keeping your eyes glued to the hardwood of the studio floor.

The rapper laughs as he swivels his baseball cap to sit backwards on his fluffy brown mop of hair.

"Come on! Tell me!" he insists, sprawling back in his rolling chair, the tips of his fingers touching deviously together as he regards you with twinkling eyes.

You sneak a glance at him before sighing defeatedly, which only earns another chortle of laughter from across the room.

Park fucking Jimin. You really were going to kill him. Too many bottles of soju the week prior saw you blacking out at the BTS member's pad, the one he shared with your mutual friend, Jung Hoseok. You woke up the next day, memories of the night before obscure concepts of debauchery merely alluded to by the taste of bile and the dull cranial throb of dehydration. When Jimin rather gleefully handed you, along with an iced americano, one of the booze-fueled revelations you had let slip, you begged and pleaded with him to erase the memory from his brain...or at the very least to take it to his grave. He made no such promises. And now, you are facing the man of the hour - the subject of your divulgement - who had apparently been informed that you harbored certain strong opinions in his regard. Humiliating.

You flick mildly irritated eyes back up to your friend who waggles his brows in a way that makes you want to crack a smile and sock him at the same time.

"Before I say anything, I want to know exactly what he told you," you demand, crossing your arms defensively, no cracked smile to be found.

He rolls his eyes up to the corner of the ceiling in recollection.

"He just said that you had gotten wasted and admitted something kinky...about me."

At the last two words he drops his voice dramatically low and pins you with a grin that is sickeningly predatory. Your pulse begins to hammer and you have to remind yourself that you are, in fact, capable of speech.

Fuck, you think to yourself, it's happening.

You can feel sweat starting to bead at your hairline. Maybe if you get it out there, just say it aloud, it will lose its power. Maybe the spell will be broken. Maybe he will laugh and you will laugh and you'll order lunch and keep irritating him while he's supposed to be working on a track. You're both adults, right? You whoosh out a breath.

Hobi is still looking at you, his bottom lip pushing up and the corners of his mouth tugging down in one of his little inverted smirks while his right leg bounces a little up and down.

It is just Hobi, after all, you tell yourself. Just Hobi. You are roundly aware that it may be a lie, but it seems to allow you just enough courage to jump.

"Okay, okay!" you practically shout, and he giggles and stomps his feet, which admittedly makes revealing this particular chestnut a bit easier.

"I told him…

“What?”

“I said..."

"What?"

"Oh, Christ! Fine!" And the rest comes out like water from a fire hose. "One time I came to drop off Jimin's charger and you were in dance practice and you were watching the guys and you had this look on your face - like you were pissed or something - and it was so unlike you and I got turned on and ended up having a fucking wet dream that you were stepping on my mother-fucking pussy, okay?! Are you satisfied now?!"

You heave a sigh and throw yourself back against the cushions, hands over your face. How you just mustered the courage to form those actual words you haven't even the faintest notion - but it was going to be you or Jimin, and it might as well be you. After your heart has begun to return to its resting rate and you've heaved a few deep breaths you steel yourself against the certain impending onslaught of Hobi's laughter and general mockery...which doesn't come.

You peek through your fingers to see that your friend has shifted in his chair, facing a bit away from you toward the inside of the room, leaning forward, his hands gripping the ends of the chair's armrests. His face looks a little troubled, or pensive, you can't tell which. You sit up and really look at him, suddenly worried.

Did you just fuck things irrevocably up?

That was an incredibly bizarre and intimate thing to admit.

Shit.

"Hobi?" you squeak, barely over a whisper, as you regard him.

He tilts his head suddenly to look at you, quick like a bird, and when those dark eagle-eyes regard you in return, you feel like a small, helpless creature scurrying across the tundra. Nowhere to hide. A bead of sweat escapes its perch and slips down from your temple. As he utters his question of response, the air suddenly becomes as thick as the tropics.

"Is that something that you'd want, Y/n? To be treated like that? To be...put in your place? Put down?"

You don't answer him. You can't.

Your words, your breath, your coherent thoughts are stuck, inert, useless as your chest begins to rapidly rise and fall in heavy swells. Your eyes are locked on his face as if by magnetic force. He stands, his baggy Louis Vuitton tee falling over his gray sweats. He shoves his hands in the pockets and takes a step toward where you sit. His posture is relaxed. His gaze is anything but.

"Is it?"

You want to say you don't know. That you'd never considered it again. Never once recalled the image of it - of him - standing over you as the sole of his shoe punished your throbbing sex.

"Fuck..." you breathe, and when he doesn't take his eyes from your squirming form, you relent. "...y-yeah."

He takes another step toward you, slowly. He's crowding you now, as he looks down, and the proximity is almost more than you can bear.

"You see," he remarks musingly, "I thought you were gonna say something funny - something ridiculous," he tilts his head to one side, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips, "But that's not funny, Y/n. No, that's not funny at all. Because, as it turns out..."

He leans down, his breath fanning over your face as he speaks. Mint and espresso. You shiver and close your eyes.

"...that's something I can do."

...what? He can...h-he can....

"Hoseok..." you whisper shakily, because it's all you can manage.

You hear him laugh darkly and you don't look at him.

"Hoseok?" he mimics, "Not, Hobi, huh? Hoseok when you're like this, is it?"

"When I'm like...what?" You practically whimper in complaint, eyes still pressed shut as your last line of defense.

But any manner of defense is in vain as he answers your query, the words dripping from his lips slowly like honey, sickly like venom -

"When you're a filthy, pathetic little slut."

A whine escapes you at the complete and utter shock of his words. Suddenly you clamp your thighs together – whether to provide friction or obscurity to your quickly dampening cunt you are unsure. When he takes your jaw between his fingers and roughly jerks your chin upwards, your eyes flutter frantically open.

"Is this what you want?" he hisses, "For me to have my way with you like a needy whore?"

Fuck, is this happening? This is really happening. Your mind reels, but that's alright - it stopped doing the thinking when he got up out of that chair. Something primal in you had taken over, something that's been starving for so long – something that yearns to feed.

You do your best to nod with your chin in his grip. He swallows thickly, his eyes darting to your lips, and then back up to yours. His pupils are blown, his eyes almost wholly black as they trace over your face. Suddenly his hand slips from your chin to the nape of your neck where his hand tangles in your hair and his head drops to the side, his gaze softening.

"I need you to say it, Y/n, are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, his voice so, so low but without the edge that sends ice through your veins.

His voice. He's asking you as someone who cares about you, cares what you want – your friend.

Do you want this? No...you don't want it. You need it.

"Y-yes! Yes, Hobi - I want this," you find yourself stumbling over the words to get them out.

So quickly and so assured. Have you ever been this certain of anything in your life? His fingers dance against the nape of your neck and you sigh as his eyes travel all over your body.

You want to hide. You want to strip down. You want to run and you want him to chase you. You want him to punish you when he catches you. You are sick with want.

"A safe word, baby, we need a safe word," he nudges your racing mind back into the current moment with his saccharine words.

You blink, your mind running up against the sudden pet name – one that he has never uttered in a tone like this before – as it scrambles for something obvious and yet not ridiculous. Something simple maybe...a flower...?

"Foxglove," you say, and he raises his brows with a grin.

"Foxglove it is," he acquiesces. "So if you ever want me to stop, ever – okay? You say that. Foxglove."

You nod.

"Say it for me," he whispers, and you shiver again. Fuck.

"Foxglove." It's slow and thick leaving your mouth.

"Good girl," he purrs. Butterflies erupt in your rib-cage and your eyelids flutter. "How hard do you want it?" He asks, "How rough?"

You scramble to find your voice.

"Pretty rough, I think," you posit, a bit unsure of what that means.

He hums in response, his brows knitting in thought. You were going to have to give him something to go on, you could see that.

"I..." you stammer, "I want you to...to punish me. I want you to...to hurt me a little."

He raises a brow - looks at you, just stares as if considering. Then suddenly you know what to say.

"See...I'm not a good girl," you insist tilting your head back a bit haughtily, a bit defiantly. Being a good girl had gotten you butterflies, but that's not what you wanted right now. That's not what every cell of your body was screaming for.

He's grinning wickedly again - his other hand is slipping out of his pocket and the one in your hair is gripping at the roots.

"Hm. You're not are you?" he asks, his voice as dark and cold as the Pacific once again.

"No, Hobi," you whisper.

And suddenly your world is tilted on its axis as he tightens his fingers against your scalp and yanks your head back, sending a searing pain shooting through your skin as he stoops to hiss in your ear.

"That's Hoseok, you pretty little bitch."

You let out a whimper so needy it's nearly a sob. Your heartbeat is pounding between your legs. He lets go of your hair as roughly as he grabbed it and goes to lock the door and your stomach flips - you are totally and completely at his mercy. It's a little bit terrifying and absolutely exhilarating.

When he comes to loom over you again, you decide just exactly where you stand in all this. You know exactly what you want.

You glare up at him. He narrows his eyes.

"You gonna listen, hm?"

It's not a question, you know it's not - it's a command. But you have one, just one, of your own...

"Make me."

His eyes go wide and wild.

"So that's how it's gonna be?"

The words are heavy and dark, but you think his mouth twitches up at the corner when you arch a recalcitrant brow in response.

He hums and licks his lips, and you're on the verge of saying something about getting on with it when his hand darts out and fists a chunk of your hair, yanking it back with a force that makes your head spin. He's glaring down at you with eyes so hard and menacing that your rebuttal dies on your tongue. The hand at your nape squeezes and the pressure that seers your scalp is exquisite, spilling a moan from your lips as your arousal becomes more than you are capable of repressing.

"Don't you challenge me, brat," he rumbles from low in his chest as his hand twists against your head and lowers your back to press against the black leather.

You whine in protest, and your palms fly up to shove at him, but his reflexes are like lightning as he snatches your wrists away to pin them above you. Your head spins, eyes losing focus as your whole body flushes with warmth in the wake of his domineering aggression.

You wriggle in his hold, relishing in how his grip tightens and the cold steel in his eyes glints as you resist him.

A knee slides between your legs as he leans over you menacingly, close enough for the padlock charm around his neck to lightly tap your raised chin. Good girl, it seems to whisper in Hoseok's voice, stay put.

Yeah, fuck that.

You snatch the necklace up between your teeth and yank it to the side where it bites sharply into the corner of your mouth.

The sudden motion catches him off guard and he falters, crashing down on top of you with a noise of surprise and losing control of your hands.

You scramble against him, rolling both of you to the floor with a thud.

Your heart is hammering in your chest.

You hear him grunt, his strong hands grappling with your thrashing form, and you catch just a glimpse of his shining eyes and white clenched teeth as he flips you over onto your stomach, hands in a vice grip at the small of your back and your cheek pressing into the cold, hard laminate.

You start to move again but he pushes his weight into the slender fingers splayed over your spine with a low rumble in the back of his throat and you still with a groan.

You're pressed so deliciously firmly to the floor. You can feel arousal soaking your panties as your nerves alight everywhere he has wrested control of you. You can hear him pant, proof of his efforts, and the image of his provoked expression from seconds previous flashes through your mind.

He seemed so cool and collected before. So unbothered. To think that his blood is up and because of you? You let out a trembling breath.

"Fuck," he hisses lowly, then bends to bring his lips to the shell of your ear.

They're soft as they drag over your skin there, feather light. Your whole body shakes, and you feel his mouth pause.

"I don't know who the hell you think you are," he whispers cruelly, "But you were right about one thing...you're not a good girl. You're a disobedient little harlot who needs to be taught the rules of this house."

You whimper pathetically as he presses into you even more intensely, restricting the expansion of your lungs.

"Now," he says nosing at your exposed neck as he begins to pull away, "how about we teach you a lesson or two, hm?"

You feel his weight leave your back, and see his figure rock back on his heels out of the corner of your eye. You are just on the verge of retaliating again when you let out a yelp at the sudden shock of your hips being yanked upward by the back belt loop of your denim shorts. Hoseok lets go of your hands and they fly forward to brace yourself as your ass raises into the air and your knees move toward your chest.

And all at once you know what's coming and you feel your pussy clench in the mere anticipation of -

Smack!

You let out a wanton wail as the sharp crack of his hand against your right glute jolts through your body like a lightning strike and ends with a slam at your swollen clit.

Again - harder! Your mind screams. So you press out a whinging moan of complaint.

SMACK!

It has the desired effect.

CRACK!

Your jaw is slack, but no sound escapes as he punishes you. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts. As if he's attempting to brand your ass with the shape of his hand. But holy hell is it making you drip. Every slap jolts your body and brings the tiniest friction to where you're neediest. Where you've never been needier in your life.

Please punish my pussy....

You try to mumble the words but all you can do is drool onto the floor as he deals out pleasure and pain from above.

And then he stops. You feel hands deftly and swiftly rolling you to lie on your back.

You blink up through bleary eyes, drawing a hand across your mouth to wipe the spit away. Your shoulders are sore.

He's leaning over you, a hand still on your hip, eyes scanning your face.

"What? Did you say something? You need to speak up."

His tone is still biting but his eyes seem to hold a genuine question. Concern.

Warmth floods your chest as it registers that he wants to be able to hear you if you need him to. If you want to stop. But the light has never been so goddamned green.

"Want..." you murmur, "...more, Hoseok."

He curses, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he leans forward to take your jaw in his hand again. He rakes his gaze over your soft, swollen features, unfocused eyes, and heaving chest.

"Look at you so fucked out and all I did was smack that gorgeous ass."

He licks his lips, shaking his head in seeming disbelief as he releases your chin with a little shove. He leans back, dragging his hands over your bare thighs.

"More, hm?" he hums.

You nod eagerly.

He purses his lips and considers you through narrowed eyes, and you sense that if you want him to give you what you so desperately desire, you're going to have to show him you can take it - and take orders. You lay still, hands twitching at your sides as you look up at him through wide eyes.

He continues to run his fingertips up and down your legs as he breathes out a long relenting sigh.

"Alright," he relents, "You took your punishment well, so you should be rewarded, I suppose."

You clamp your bottom lip between your teeth, your heart rate rising again at the prospect.

He tilts forward, looming over you again as he asks the question you've been dying to answer since you woke up breathless all those weeks ago.

"What does my little brat want me to do to her? Let's see if she can use her words."

You blink up at him, unsure if you have permission to speak...or how to put your request into words that won't make you want to immediately melt through the floorboards.

"Cat got your tongue?" Hoseok sneers, pretty, heart-shaped lips curling up at one side.

His hat discarded in your tussle, wavy brown tresses hang down over his brow and his eyes sparkle darkly through them. His features are so beautiful - their loveliness thrown into sharp relief by the flinty pitilessness of their expression.

You're tempted to continue simply soaking him in, if not for the pounding ache in your core demanding that you find your voice.

"I...I want..." your lips tremble as you will yourself to tell him what you need.

Perhaps he senses that you require a little encouragement, because his eyes harden and he digs the edges of his nails into the flesh of your knees, causing you to yelp and moan and then...

"I want you to step on my pussy! Please..." You press out your request with the last of the breath in your lungs.

Hoseok's eyes flutter shut at the last word of your plea.

"Say that again," he commands in a husky whisper, and even without further specification, somehow, you know.

"Please..." You groan, letting your legs drop open demurely.

His eyes are still closed, but he can feel the action with his hands, which have now slipped just inside your knees to your inner thighs. He inhales deeply through his nose, before exhaling with a shuddering breath. When his lids languidly raise again the piercing onyx of what they have unveiled is pinning you to the floor with more deadly force than even his hands ever could. Your pulse pounds in your cunt, your head still swimming from your previous position as he pushes himself up to stand.

As you blink up at Hoseok towering over you, standing between your splayed thighs with his midnight gaze boring into the damp denim covering your heat, something inside you long ajar quietly but firmly clicks into place.

"Tell me, brat" he seethes, eyes roving your trembling form stretched out beneath him, "Who makes the rules in this house?"

"Hoseok-ssi," you whimper, so needy the ache is beginning to hurt.

Every cell of your body is awake with a desperate anticipation that only he can satisfy...or deny.

You have never felt more alive.

And then something happens and your brain shuts off entirely.

Everything vanishes: the studio, the traffic outside the western window, the city of Seoul and South Korea and the whole goddamned planet rolling around in the Milky Way. Nothing exists except the tip of Hoseok's Air Jordan ghosting over the swell of your crotch.

Your mouth waters as his foot slowly slides forward, then goes completely dry as you feel it settle with the sole aligned directly with your slit. His eyes flick up to your face, but you can't hold his gaze for more than a millisecond as he begins to apply pressure to your mound.

Your eyes roll back in your skull, head lolling as your neck goes slack, lips parted in a silent scream as the man above you presses down with a low hum over your sex. The seam of your shorts is biting deliciously into the tender flesh of your clit, sending shockwaves through your core like a live wire, and when he rolls his foot in a circular motion you think you see god.

You do scream then, but it's nothing more than a strangled sound in your throat as your fantasies materialize and he leans his weight into his stance, punishing the soft fat of your cunt with the sole of his shoe.

You're going to cum. He's barely touched you and you're going to cum. He seems to see it in the twisted ecstasy of your features as his lids hood his eyes and filth begins to spill from his lips.

"Do you like that, brat?" he taunts, "That's what you get when you're a good little girl for Hoseok - you get your pretty wet cun-"

Click jangle clack - boom boom boom!

Hobi springs away from you, hopping back on one foot with wide eyes as a succession of rapid knocks follow the stilted motions of the locked door handle. You scramble up from the floor, heart pounding and breath coming fast as you toss yourself into the corner of the couch.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Hyung, are you naked or something?" comes a familiar if muffled voice from the other side of the wall.

You fumble for your phone and Hoseok runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath before pulling open the door.

The man belonging to the impatient knocks and muffled accusations stumbles headlong into the studio, the locked entrance against which he had pressed his ear and most of his weight having been pulled out from under him.

"Jimi...nie...?" Hobi greets his bandmate and his eyes track the other's toppling form with surprise and a hint of agitation.

Yoongi ambles in casually behind him, sipping a dewy americano through a straw, a beanie sitting atop his ashy locks gnomishly.

Jimin nimbly pushes himself to a stand from where he had crashed against Hobi's desk, not a strand of his coiffed platinum blond hair askew as he spins around face to the dance captain. But before he can get out a greeting or an excuse for his manner of entrance he freezes as he spots you in the corner.

His eyes flick to Hobi's hat on the floor, then to the pink flush on the apples of his friend's cheeks. When Jimin's eyes slide back over to where you are curled into your nook, eyeing him warily over the tiny shield of your phone, his plush lips slowly spread into a sickeningly devious smile.

Hobi scoops his hat up off the floor and tugs in back on before taking a seat, carefully, you notice - thighs pressed together and leaning forward - in his rolling chair. The implication of his posture has you sweating into your shirt.

You need to get it the fuck together.

"If I would have known you were here I'd have brought you a kimbap," Jimin says, wicked grin still plastered on his face as he holds up a plastic convenience store bag.

You blink.

"Oh, uh, that's okay..." you bluster, waving your hand. "I'm not hungry anyway."

It's true. You just lost your appetite for the foreseeable future, stomach a raging sea of nerves as Jimin places the bag on the desk.

Yoongi shuffles over to sit at the other end of the couch, raising his free hand and drawing his mouth into a straight line in greeting. You manage your own tight-lipped grin and flash him a peace sign, hoping you did it quickly enough that the tremor in your hand went unnoticed.

"To what do I owe this visit from my bros?" Hobi asks from where he's turned toward his computer screen to save the neglected file.

His voice is cheerful, but you can hear the strain - how it's pitched just half a tone too high - and Jimin's eyes are still on you.

"I dragged Yoongi hyung out for some fresh air. I took him to lunch and grabbed you a snack on the way back."

"Yah, you took me to lunch? Then why did I pay?" Yoongi grumbles from beside you, his bare features pinched into a grumpy pout that makes him look particularly feline.

"Because you love me," Jimin coos at him and the older musician's mouth quirks up into a smile he can't seem to repress.

"What are you working on, Hoba? Which track?" Yoongi murmurs around the straw between his lips, blinking patiently as Hobi seems to shake himself, pulling his hat off to run a hand through his hair before readjusting it on his head and swiveling back toward his computer screen.

He hits play on the track and Yoongi leaves the couch to join the other two.

This is all so normal, so typical of the guys - the affectionate repartee and chat about ongoing projects. And on an average day, you'd have joined right in.

But today is not an average day.

No.

Five minutes ago, you were spread-eagle on the floor six inches from where Jimin stands, with Hoseok's shoe on your bits.

You have to get out of here.

"I'm, uh, I'm gonna head out, boys," you muster, making a beeline for the door as soon as the inertia of your decision gives you the courage to peel yourself from the corner of the couch.

"You're leaving?" Jimin's voice quips in a saccharine whine, with the slightest edge that makes you avoid his eyes as you slip out with a parting wave.

You do catch Hoseok's expression, whose head snaps up at your parting movements. His brows furrow and his lips part, looking as if he wants to say something, but he doesn't.

And then you're gone.

Your smart watch trills as your heart rate enters cardio territory. Your chest is heaving, breath coming heavy as the pliant cushion of your couch gives way to the crown of your head pressing back into it, eyes pinched shut and hand shoved down your pants.

The bullet vibrator you have pressed to your clit is doing everything it should, and you feel it coming - your orgasm. 6:12pm on a Tuesday and it's already your third self-love session of the day.

You tense your thighs, urging the building pressure in your core to boil over, and quickly. You groan and grit your teeth as your administering hand starts to shake. You writhe and whimper for a moment. And then it's over.

You stare up at the ceiling of your apartment, breathlessly huffing out a despondent sigh as the empty ache in your chest returns. It has become your loathsomely devoted companion in every waking moment over the last ten days, filling you with an unshakable restlessness and sickly discontent.

Nothing can slake it. Not reality TV. Not Cabernet Sauvignon. Not overtime hours. Not ASMR wood-soup videos. Not yoga. Not Ben and Jerry's. Not midnight runs on your NordicTrack. Not fucking yourself to climax on every single goddamned toy you own.

The little monster you roused the weekend before last in Hope World hasn't returned to sleep. No. She is wide awake. And she seems to grow more ravenous with each passing day.

At first you tried to ignore her, but she kept you up into the long, bleak hours of the night. And so, in a fuzzy, staticky haze some time after midnight a number of days ago you typed some words into a search engine that would probably have your assigned FBI agent doing a spit-take.

The thing is, you'd never seen "50 Shades of Grey", you'd never been interested. It wasn't as if you were a prude - hardly! You have always enjoyed sex, both intimate and recreational. In fact, it has always been one of your favored methods of blowing off steam, and you knew quite well how to please yourself and how to guide partners in doing the same.

You have never had problems in taking what you wanted in life, in taking charge and ensuring that things play out your way – it's what makes you so good at your job, and valued by your peers who know that they can rely on you to take the reins and rise to the occasion.

So when you suddenly stumbled unprepared into the world of BDSM, your visceral reaction to the concept of submission left you wondering...why?

Why, why, why?

Why does this do it for you? Why did your very linear, stable existence have to be completely disrupted by this discovery? And most urgently of all, why, for the love of everything sacred, did all the porn in the whole wide world fail to accomplish even a fraction of the effect of Jung Hoseok's size 9 sneaker? It's all too overwhelming to process.

You let out a frustrated whine as you pull your sticky, cramped hand, still clutching the little purple bullet, from the confines of your pants. Your phone buzzes on the coffee table and you can see the notification is from Jimin. You've been ignoring his calls and pleading texts to meet up, or just pick up. You can't face him. Not after ghosting Hobi.

You feel a pang twist in your stomach as you haul yourself toward the shower, hoping the hot water will wash away the guilt you feel for ignoring Hoseok outright. He texted you almost immediately after you left the studio, asking if you were alright. You let him know that you were, with just one word: yeah.

You had typed and retyped that response. "Yeah, thanks" seemed too weird. Like, thanks for what? Almost making you cum with the tip of his shoe? No. "Yeah, sorry" felt pathetic. What were you apologizing for? It seemed to imply...regret? Or fault. Neither of which would have come from a genuine place. And beyond a simple affirmation, you certainly didn't have words. So, "yeah" it was. He tried to call you later that evening, but you didn't pick up. You were already way up in your head by then. It had been radio silence since.

You toss a coconut steamer onto the wet shower tiles and sigh, catching a glimpse of your face in the bathroom mirror as you slide the glass door shut.

"Coward," you mutter as you close your eyes and slip under the cleansing stream.

You're wrapped up in a blanket cocoon and sipping a cup of sleepy-time tea, trying to distract yourself from the messy tangle of emotions waging war across your various chakras with season two of Single's Inferno, when a knock on the door startles you out of your simmering reverie. You heave yourself off the carpeted floor of your living room and scoot toward the door like a fleecy Jabba the Hutt to peek through the peephole.

Your vision is obscured as another eye looks back at you from the other side of the concave glass. You jump back, dropping your blanket shroud in a pile around your feet and let out a yelp of alarm. You slam a hand over the peep hole as giggles erupt on the other side.

"Yah! I know you're in there - so let me in!"

Your entire body sags against the door in relief as you recognize the voice of the would-be intruder. You swing the door open to grant him exasperated entrance.

"Park Jimin, you just took ten years off my life! Creep," you bluster, gathering the blanket up around your body as you retreat back into your apartment.

You plop down again in front of the TV, knowing that Jimin came to either talk you into going out or to just talk, and either way, you are truly not in the mood. Your friend snickers behind you, sauntering into your kitchen. He returns with a beer, bringing the frosty green bottle to his lips before sinking into an armchair and regarding you with an expression that waivers between amusement, pity, and disgust.

"You look awful," he remarks, taking another swig as his gaze roves your unkempt appearance.

Your features twist into a frown, eyes never leaving the television.

"You don't get to barge into my apartment, steal my booze, then insult me, Park," you snip, burrowing further down into the fluffy mass encasing your body.

Jimin raises a brow, a small smile still playing on his lips as he follows your eyes to the television where YouTuber Dex and professional model Lim Minsu flirtatiously splash about in a ridiculously opulent indoor swimming pool.

"Fuck, Dex is hot," Jimin mutters.

"For some reason he reminds me of Jungkook," you smirk, glancing over at him for the first time since he arrived.

He grimaces theatrically.

"I don't see it."

The contestant on the screen flashes his Paradise companion a blinding smile and raises a tattooed arm to cut through the water, content to show off his stroke precision as his date watches on. The resolve on Jimin's face falters .

"Yeah, well...Dex is hotter."

You scoff.

"Yeah, no. Kook-ah is definitely hotter."

"For the love of god, just don't tell him that, okay?" Jimin pleads, "That kid is insufferable enough these days."

"You love him."

He hides a smile behind another sip of Hite.

"Why did you ghost Hobi hyung?"

Jimin blinks innocent eyes at you, as if he hasn't just dumped the last week and a half of silent agony over your head like a bucket of ice water. But the chill is momentary, because the next second your body feels like an oven. You stammer.

"I-I...ghost him? I didn't ghost anyone...I'm busy...I..." you trail off weakly as your friend's unimpressed and knowing gaze bores into your soul.

You sigh and scrub your hands over your face.

"Because I'm a big chicken, okay?" You murmur into your palms.

You don't know why, but you feel like crying. When you pull your hands away from your face, Jimin must see it because suddenly he's on the couch wrapping you in the kind of hug that reminds you why he's your ride-or-die, and in the safety of his embrace the tears begin to fall. Days of being alone with yourself and your conflicted feelings pour from your ducts and onto the front of Jimin's bright yellow flannel. He coos words of reassurance, admonishing your tears, as he strokes your hair.

"Talk to me, you silly goose," he hums with an endeared chuckle.

You sniff and hiccup as you pull away, wiping your puffy eyes.

"I don't even know what to say, Minnie...I don't know what's wrong with me..."

Jimin smiles and grabs a few tissues from the box on the coffee table, dabbing them against your nose.

"Well, first of all, nothing is wrong with you. But second of all, tell me what is bothering you."

You heave a dramatic sigh.

"If I tell you, you have to swear - and I mean swear - that you will not make fun of me or tell anyone else. And I mean not Taehyung, not Yoongi, not anyone, you hear me?"

He smirks, but nods in assent. You narrow your eyes at him.

"Say it. Out loud." You demand warily.

Jimin rolls his eyes and throws up his hands.

"Yah! Okay! I won't tell anyone," he quips mockingly.

You sigh again and draw your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. If this gets too hard to talk about with eye-contact at least you'll have a place to hide your bashful face.

"I..." you start softly, not sure where to begin except the beginning, "Re-remember that thing I told you when we got plastered a little while back...about...Hobi?"

Jimin's lips quirk at the corners as he nods.

"Well...the thing is...wait!" You cut yourself off, suddenly gripped by a notion that has you prematurely flustered and indignant. "What did he tell you?"

Jimin shakes his head, a small smile still playing on his full lips.

"Nothing," he responds, looking you dead in the eye in a way that has you almost believing he's telling the truth.

"No, really," you press.

Jimin leans back against the arm of the couch from where he faces you, running a hand through his hair and drawing his legs up to criss-cross in front of him.

"Jagi, this is Hobi hyung we're talking about. You think he would do that? He has too much respect for you. He would never. Not to anyone. Not even me."

Your chest floods with relief, affection, and regret. Fuck. Of course he wouldn't. He was too mature of a person for that. Too considerate. Too lovely. And you hadn't even had the gumption to speak to him for the last ten days beyond a mono-syllabic SMS. Jimin watches your expression do emotional acrobatics.

"So..." he offers encouragingly, "something...happened....between you guys, right? That day Yoongi hyung and I showed up? We...uh...interrupted something, didn't we?" He can't help a devilish smile, eyes twinkling as he carefully phrases his query.

You bury your face into your knees and squeak out an affirmation. Jimin lets out a bright laugh and you immediately raise your burning face in a scowl.

"Hey! You said you wouldn't-"

He waves his hands in apology as he attempts to gain his composure.

"Mianhae, mianhae! I'm not laughing at you!" He insists, leaning forward to grab your swatting hands by the wrists.

"Sounds kind of like you are!" You huff, yanking your arms from his grasp.

"So..." Jimin hums, tilting his head to track your gaze as you try again to hide your face, "If he's down, and you're down...what's the problem? Why did you run and hide? Did your feelings change?"

You slowly raise your eyes to his, searching them as you decide just how much you're willing to tell him right now. You chew on your bottom lip as you realize you need to get it out. All of it. You drop your legs to mirror Jimin's posture, lowering your defenses with your millionth-and-first sigh of the evening.

"Okay...well..." you muse, fiddling with the blanket still draped over your lap. "You know how I told you that stuff that I...dreamt...about Hobi?"

Jimin nods.

"Well...something did kind of happen...and well..." you trail off as Jimin raises his brows expectantly.

"Oh, fuck it!" you bluster, exhausted by your own attempts at delicacy. "He dominated me and I liked it. I really really liked it, okay? And it freaked. me. the fuck. out. Like...I've neeeeever felt that way before about fooling around. It wasn't just fun, or, like, pleasurable...it was...almost..." you search for the words as Jimin stares at you raptly. "...Freeing? Like, a relief. Like, a 'where has this shit been all my life' moment."

Jimin hums and nods, interlacing his fingers and leaning his chin against his knuckles.

"Like...I don't know...I'm a very independent person. And capable. And, yeah, things have been crazy stressful at work, and I have a lot on my plate...but I handle it, you know? In fact, I don't just handle it, I kind of...enjoy the pressure of leadership and responsibility? It drives me. I've always been like that, in every area of my life..."

Jimin smiles and lets out a sound of recognition.

"So the one who wears the crown is wondering why it feels so good to be...subjected?" He waggles his brows. You roll your eyes.

"Grow up, dude."

"Am I right, though? I'm right."

You find yourself chewing your bottom lip again.

"Essentially. I like power. I like control. What is this sudden obsession with losing it? It's...scary. And confusing."

Jimin smiles.

"You know, it's actually not that uncommon, from what I understand," he states, reaching for his abandoned beer on the coffee table.

You quirk an eyebrow.

"I mean, everyone is different, and this is a journey you're going to have to take for yourself to get the answers, but from what I know about the BDSM community, it's not unusual for people who are in positions of power to crave a bit of a...reprieve."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he nods, reclining back again against the arm of the couch, "The bedroom is a good place to let your walls down. Maybe the only place, for some people. And with a trusted partner it can even be healing to play a different role than you do in other parts of your life."

It's your turn to smirk.

"You talk as if you know," you prod playfully, shoving your toes into his shin. He smiles that wicked smile of his and you laugh.

"What I'm trying to say is, maybe it's not just about the...dynamics. Maybe it's also that it's Hobi hyung. He knows you. You know him, too. You trust each other. Maybe you could get to know each other in a new way. Be something for each other that you both need." He takes the last sip of his beer and twirls the bottle in his hands, gazing at you with a gentle thoughtfulness.

You nod slowly, digesting his newly offered perspective.

"So," you muse, raising your eyes to him again, "You think he needs it too?"

Jimin shrugs.

"Only he could tell you that for sure. But I do know this, he's awfully good at being bossy, and doesn't get a lot of opportunity to run the show - outside of dance practice, that is."

Chuckling nervously at the thought, you try your best to conceal the spark that has crackled to life from the burning coals inside you at the mention of his natural command of authority.

"Hey," Jimin posits with a grin, "Maybe if he's spanking you he'll go a little easier on us when we screw up the choreo..."

"EXCUSE ME THE FU-WHAT?!" You shriek, snatching up a throw pillow to beat him mercilessly as he falls in raucous laughter to the floor.

Turning to glance over your shoulder at your reflection in the mirror, you smooth your hands over the back of the svelte black bodycon number you've donned for the evening. You're a vision in monochrome, having paired your LBD with sleek stilettos and dark smokey eyes with heavy lashes.

Your phone buzzes, indicating that your ride share is close by. Butterflies flutter in your belly as you reach for the finishing touch to your outfit: a velvety black choker with a sliver o-ring studded in colorless topaz. It's just fashionable enough to still look like a necklace, but it gives you a bit of a thrill to know that it's not. To know what's tucked inside your purse to accompany it. To wonder if, going unnoticed by most, it will catch a certain pair of dark eyes.

The drive across town to reach the Jihope residence never felt so long. You try your best to calm your nerves over the last few blocks of distance - it’s just a party, after all, and kind of a silly one at that.

During Jimin's last visit, he mentioned that he and Hobi would be throwing a Black Day party for all of their single friends the following weekend, and after dodging his attempts at socialization so religiously of late, you felt you owed it to him to attend.

Black Day had never been something your group of friends had ever observed before, but it was incredibly chic to do so this year, for whatever reason. And of course, all the organizing duo of the soiree needed was the slightest excuse for Jimin to party and Hobi to host.

Upon arriving at the building, you can already hear the music pumping from the top floor, and the chatter of guests spilling out onto the terrace. You present your ID to the security guard at the front gate, and are escorted to a private elevator that whisks you up to the penthouse. Being quite successful and comfortable yourself, you still find yourself surprised when reminded of the sheer net worth of your humble, down-to-earth Bangtan pals. Hobi is worth the most, and while he is an excellent investor and a generous philanthropist, he also likes to show out, and in style.

You take a deep breath as you buzz the bell.

The door swings open to reveal a handsome young man in a black t-shirt tucked into baggy dark-wash jeans, his fluffy brown hair parted in the middle and his ears glinting with rows of silver hoops. His round eyes scrunch into little moons and he flashes an adorable toothy grin, endearingly lopsided where it stretches deeper against the little orbital piercing at the right side of his bottom lip.

“Noona!" he growls, pulling you into a bear hug. "Where have you been? The last two times we went to noraebang there was no one to sing Through the Night with me!"

"Ah...hah...", you nervously chuckle, pulling away from his embrace as you search your brain for an excuse other than business.

"I'll sing with you, Googie!"

You turn to see your salvation from further explanation in the form of a giggling young woman bouncing up to clutch Jungkook's arm and steady herself as she sways on her platform heels. She smells like soju and fruity perfume.

You smirk and thank her, patting her hand where it clutches your friend's tattooed forearm before she's dragging him away down the hall.

"Make sure she stays hydrated!" You call after him with a shake of your head, making your way through the throng of guests to the bar area.

The furnishings of the residence are a study in classy postmodern minimalism, punctuated with abstract urban art – though you notice that some of the Kaws pieces are missing, likely stored away for safekeeping from rowdy party-goers.

The sleek chrome and granite full-service bar is stocked with liquor and beer, and a commissioned mixologist is crafting darkly colored cocktails. A buffet-style spread offers the traditional jjajangmyeon and an assortment of other delicious eats.

The spacious dining area is littered with small tables draped in black linens, each bearing centerpieces of hellebore, leather leaf, black carnations, and eucalyptus. The living room has been converted to a dance floor, complete with a glittering disco ball. House music booms through the built-in speaker system as guests in groups and pairs move to the beat.

You glance over a drink menu of themed cocktails as a voice sounds from over your shoulder.

"I recommend the Down With Love."

Turning, you flash the speaker a grin.

"Alright, but is it giving Judy or Barbara?"

Taehyung raises a disparaging brow.

"It's a gimlet. Judy, obviously."

You chuckle, putting in your order for the suggested beverage.

"You look good," he remarks, gesturing at you with the unlit cigarette tucked between his first two fingers, his other hand slipped into his pocket as he leans against the wall.

He doesn't look bad himself, you think, in his black satin top and flared Merlot trousers.

"Thanks," you smile as the bartender hands over an inky concoction garnished with a grapefruit slice twisted into the shape of a heart and run through with a toothpick.

You eye it skeptically.

"How do they make it black?"

"Activated charcoal. C'mon."

Tae links your arm through his and weaves through the bustle to a table of familiar faces. Yoongi raises a whiskey tumbler in greeting and you clink your glass with his, sliding into a chair next to Taehyung and reaching over to give Namjoon's arm an affectionate squeeze. It seems that all the members have turned up, save Seokjin, who's been a taken man three years strong.

You fall into easy conversation with the boys, and just when your difference of opinion with Namjoon over Lee Bul's latest installation piece is developing into a full-blown debate, Jimin slides up to the table and spills onto Taehyung's lap.

"None of you are dancing!" He whines breathlessly, poking Tae's cheek as the other man smiles shyly.

"Jungkook is," Yoongi rebuts, taking another bite of jjajangmyeon.

He's not wrong, though to your amusement, the maknae appears to be getting danced on more than anything else.

"Where's Hobi hyung?" Tae queries, prodding gently at Jimin's full cheek in return.

Jimin's eyes dart to you, a smirk spreading slowly across his lips as his gaze rakes up from your heels to the choker around your neck.

"Good question," he hums, rising to take your hand and pull you up from your seat. "Let's go find him."

Jimin heads for the French doors at the far end of space that lead onto the terrace. They're propped open, and cool evening air floods the apartment, keeping the atmosphere from suffocating under the warmth of body heat and the scent of rich food.

"Jimin!" You hiss, as you approach the rooftop patio, "What are you doing? This is the opposite of subtle!"

He laughs merrily.

"You're so cute when you're flustered!"

You don't have any more time to grumble as you emerge under the darkening sky, just beginning to speckle with stars barely visible against the glow of string lights wrapped around the cozy outdoor enclosure. There's a small electric fire pit surrounded by plush patio furniture, and live greenery all around.

The energy is much more relaxed than within, but even so, you feel your pulse quicken as Jimin guides you toward a small group at the corner of the terrace. You recognize a few of the men and women gathered as industry producers, but none of that really matters because all your brain can register is him.

And holy shit does he look good.

He's arresting sophistication and effortless elegance. A silk charcoal dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, ripples along the lines of his torso - save where the top three buttons have been neglected to expose the smooth planes of his toned chest. His lean, athletic legs seem even longer than usual in fitted black slacks, his pretty wrists and fingers sparkling with jewelry where his thumbs are slipped into his pockets. His hair has been slicked back from his face, and his eyes are just barely obscured by a pair of lightly tinted wire-rimmed aviators. That brilliant, warm heart-shaped smile cuts through all the sharp darkness of his garb, and your breath catches in your chest when Jimin calls out to him.

"Hyung!"

As Hoseok's eyes meet yours the grin stretched across his face falters, but he quickly regains composure.

"Eyyy," he greets you, striding forward and wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into a side hug. Of course he smells as incredible as he looks.

"Hi, Hobi," you murmur a bit shyly, returning his embrace.

"Hyung," Jimin pouts cutely, "Save us! She was putting our guests to sleep talking to Namjoon-ah about art theory."

"Hey," Hobi chides in a warning tone, cocking his head to the side to glance down at you. "Don't enable the poor guy – he needs to get laid."

"Well nobody is going to approach him if she's hanging around looking like that." Jimin gestures casually, a mischievous twinkle glinting for a moment his eye.

Hobi's arm slips off your shoulders to grasp your hand as he steps back. He's never been good at keeping his feelings from his face, and the look trained on his features as he appraises you has you thinking you made the right decision when you put on that dress.

"How about we keep you out of trouble and on the dance floor, hm?" Hobi says with a sly smile, raising your hand and tilting forward in a posture of invitation.

You roll your eyes playfully, unable to bite back a smile of your own as you motion for Hobi to lead the way, careful to avoid Jimin's eyes as you let the rapper guide you back into the thrumming pulse of the festivities.

He gently pulls you onto the dance floor and tugs you into him, keeping a hold on your right hand as he slips the other just below the curve of your waist. You settle into an easy step to the lively beat. Hobi's eyes search your face as you tilt it up to him, running a hand up his chest to adjust the collar of his shirt with a sigh. You fiddle with the soft fabric between your fingers.

"I'm sorry, Hobi," you murmur, just loudly enough for him to hear.

When he just smiles a bit sadly you feel your heart squeeze and you drop your head to his chest. You will yourself not to cry as he slows his movements, slipping a knuckle beneath your chin to raise your gaze to his own.

"Hajima," he protests, "Let's talk later. Right now, how about we just have some fun? I missed you."

His expression is sweet and earnest and you feel like your chest might not have room for anything more than your complete and utter affection for this man.

"I missed you too," you admit with a little grin, pressing yourself against him just a bit more firmly and gazing up at him through widened eyes. He blinks for a moment, and then suddenly, there it is again, blooming across his lips - that blinding gorgeous smile, and that heady, infectious laugh.

In one quick motion, he spins you around to face away from him as the music drops to a deep, throbbing EDM number, his fingertips grazing your hips and his lips ghosting the shell of your ear.

"You did, huh?" he purrs. "Alright, then...show me how much."

You suck in a breath because you don't ever think you'll be ready for how quickly he can turn that dark, deep voice in his chest into something that makes you feel like you're astral-projecting. Your first instinct is to push him away, make him take it from you...but this moment isn't for that. After your exit last time around, you’re determined to make him so incredibly certain that you want him. That you need him.

You lean back into him and, whispering a silent prayer of gratitude to the goddess of stilettos, press your ass firmly into his groin. You feel the air leave his lips in a hiss against your neck, and his hands slide to squeeze your hips and tug your body even deeper into his. You grind back against him as your body undulates with the hypnotic rhythm of the beat, but it's not long before he's taken over guiding the motion of your hips to match the rolls of his own.

Your eyelids flutter. You've never been this close to him. Sure, in the studio, things had gotten hot and heavy - but you had only been in his hands. He had only touched you to move you, still you, punish you. Now you are flush against his body, and everywhere you touch as he rocks you in tortuous waves against him tastes like the first sumptuous bite of a forbidden fruit.

You can feel him beginning to swell against the plush of your ass, but even that isn't what has a familiar ache throbbing at the apex of your thighs – it's the effortlessness with which he wrests control of your body, your mind...your very being down to its most primal core.

Hoseok's hand skids up your side and slips over your collarbones.

"I like this necklace," he mumbles into your hair.

You turn in his arms, slipping your fingers around the back of his neck as you raise your lips to his ear.

"I'm disappointed in you, Hoseok," you tut, "It's not a necklace, you know."

He doesn't respond, but focuses on bringing his leg to slot between yours, hiking your dress up enough to tease your mound with brushes over the front of his thigh. You swallow a moan.

He's toying with you, but you won't give in. Not so easily. Not yet.

"I guess you could call it a choker..." you rasp, trying to keep the tremor from your voice as your face presses into the side of his jaw, "That is more descriptive of its actual purpose, I suppose."

For one millisecond in the fabric of time and space you feel his pace falter as the words spill from your lips - then he runs his hand up your back, slipping two fingers under the tight strip of velvet surrounding your throat.

For the first time since you started dancing, you look at him. Crystalline beads of sweat have broken out on his brow, and his mouth is set in a stern line, his eyes hooded and dark as tugs his fingers back to command a view of your gaze.

"Are you telling me," he grits out lowly, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip so bruisingly you gasp, "...that you showed up to my party wearing a fucking collar?"

You don't answer him - instead you let a wicked smile slip over your lips, refusing defiantly to drop his piercing stare. He has stopped moving you against him, stopped moving entirely. His hands are firm but still where they hold you as his eyes bore down.

"Are you out here trying to finish what we started?"

You tilt your head back, narrowing your eyes seductively.

"What do you think?"

You watch a thousand and one thoughts race through Hoseok's mind as his eyes drop to your neck again and he swallows thickly.

"Oh, fuck it," he hisses, turning and catching your hand to pull you impatiently through the crowd.

You barely have time to wonder what he's thinking or where you're headed when, at the opening to the hall, he spins to grasp your waist and tuck you into a small alcove. He does it so quickly and with such force that you nearly topple the potted plant on the stand beside you.

He pushes himself against you, the tip of his nose brushing yours, and his firm body pressing you to the wall. He holds your wrists in his hands, pinning them to either side of your body. You let out a tiny whimper.

His peppermint breath fans over your cheeks.

"I was going to wait," he whispers loud enough for you to hear him clearly over the music from the room behind you. "I was going to ask you...to stay. After..." he traces his nose along the ridge of your cheekbone as he squeezes your wrists tightly, his nails nipping into your skin. "But you come here with the audacity to tease me like that? Out there, in front of everyone like a desperate little slut?"

His mouth is hovering over your ear as he speaks, sending shivers cascading down your spine.

"I'm not a patient man," he mutters darkly, and you feel your pussy throb.

You struggle slightly against his grasp, and he growls lowly. Turning into him, you press your mouth against his throat, letting your teeth graze his skin as you respond.

"Then don't be."

It's all the permission he needs. He snatches you away from the wall, dragging you down the hall toward the master bedroom at the far end. Your heartbeat hammers in your chest as you gaze at the dark mahogany door growing closer and closer with every stumbled step you take to match his hurried pace.

He turns to glance over his shoulder, and you follow the action as he grips the handle, turns it, and...

"What the..." Hoseok mutters, rattling the handle forcefully before raising his fist to pound against the door. "YAH! UNLOCK THIS DOOR!" He booms.

You hear muted voices and sounds of scurried movement from within. He bangs again and again until the door swishes open to reveal a flushed and flustered Jungkook, still fumbling with the button of his jeans.

"Hyung! S-sorry, hyung, I was just...we were..."

"OUT." Hoseok demands icily, pushing the door inward on its hinges to reveal the peppy, strawberry-scented young woman from before hurrying forward to tuck herself behind Jungkook as she draws a hand across her smeared lipstick.

You bite back a grin as you watch them scuttle down the hall before Hoseok shuts and locks the door behind you.

"That kid...seriously," he grumbles. "He knows my room is off limits."

You chuckle, despite his lack of amusement, and he takes your hand again, drawing you toward a small couch at the far side of the large room. You take in your surroundings as you cross the space - similarly furnished to the rest of the apartment. The furniture is sleek and modern, Kaws sculptures and collectible figurines occupy tables and shelves. There are a few live plants, including one hanging from a large hook in the ceiling near a massive, raised canopy bed.

He draws you to sit beside him, a crease still pinched between his brows, likely from having to evict the irksome intruders. You laugh softly and run a thumb over his forehead.

"They're gone!" you chuckle, "Don't let it bother you so much. You'll get wrinkles." You tease, and his face softens.

He catches your hand in both of his as it lowers. He sighs.

"I needed a bit of water thrown in my face anyway," he smirks, and you glance down bashfully. "Before anything really happens, I think we should have…a conversation."

You nod in agreement.

"Can I start?" you interject and he nods in return.

You huff out a long breath.

"I want to apologize for how I reacted...last time."

He smiles wryly.

"It was all very new and sudden to me, and...I don't know...I freaked out."

Hobi squeezes your hand.

"You have no reason to be sorry about that. I should have never initiated like that somewhere that wasn't really private. I just got caught up..." he shakes his head.

"No! Me too! I'm glad it happened. I..." you trail off, feeling your face heat. "Oh, fuck, I don't know how to say this..."

He claims he's not a patient man, but he waits, watching with tender eyes as you choose your words.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about it...like..." you take a deep breath as you gather the courage for vulnerable transparency.

You remember what Jimin said. It's Hobi. You are safe with Hobi.

"It was like nothing I've ever felt before. Like a release...more than sexual, you know? Like, freedom. Like, I felt so alive."

He smiles, nodding his head in understanding.

"I..." you continue, still nervous but with mounting confidence as he makes you feel heard, "I would like to...explore this part of myself, this new world," you gesture, "And...well, I would love for you to be the one to guide me."

You raise your gaze to his. His eyes are shimmering. He slowly raises a hand and brushes his fingers over your cheek.

"It would be my honor," he murmurs earnestly.

A smile blooms across your face and your chest fills with warmth. You raise your hand, curling your fingers into his where they rest against your jaw. He drops your hands, still holding on, to his knee.

"Can I ask how much you know about the community?" he queries, tracing his thumb softly over your knuckles.

"A lot more now than I did a couple of weeks ago!" you respond with a laugh. "I know that I'm a sub, but one that likes to...fight back a little bit?"

Hobi smirks, pocketing his tongue in his cheek. His eyes glint.

"A brat," he answers.

"...Yeah."

"Want me to work for it."

Your mouth quirks up in a grin.

"The harder the challenge the bigger the payoff," he hums, glancing thoughtfully down at your joined hands.

"I think," he says after a pause, "Since you're new to all this, we should start slow. I already know some things you enjoy, and vice versa. But part of this kind of thing is about testing your limits. You're going to come across things you don't like, too. I need you to be able to tell me. Without a second thought. Seriously."

He looks at you intently.

You smile.

"I trust you enough to know that you’d stop if that’s what I wanted. I may enjoy being dominated but I do still know what I want. And with you...I..." You tug at his hand, "I know I could say what I...need.”

He huffs out a little breath, his brows drawing together as he regards you in reverence.

"You know you can be that way with me too, right? Needy?" You ask softly. "I want...to take care of you, that way. Maybe we can...take care of each other."

You're not looking at him. You can't. It's all incredibly intimate and strange. When he doesn't respond, you begin to wonder if you said something you shouldn't have. And then your doubts vanish as quickly as they had appeared when you feel his arm slip around your shoulders as he pulls you into his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin.

Your heart sings.

After a long, quiet moment, Hobi pulls back to look at you.

"Should we set some rules for ourselves?" he asks.

You purse your lips and nod. Admittedly, you had come with a few in mind.

"I think...we shouldn't kiss. Well, not on the mouth. It's...I don't know. I think it might make things confusing."

Hobi looks thoughtful, nodding slowly.

"Which brings me to my other thought," you chew your lip. "I think this should just be about sex. We're friends, and I want to keep that aspect of our relationship strong and uncompromised."

He smiles.

"Makes sense to me. But..." he says with a raise of his brows, "If we do start seeing other people, I think we should tell each other. Especially if they're going to be people we're fooling around with."

You give an enthusiastic hum of assent.

“I don’t have a partner at the moment,” you shake your head, glancing up at him.

“Me neither.”

He clears his throat and shifts his stance.

“When we’re…together,” he gestures in the space between you. “What about protection?”

You blink thoughtfully.

“I’m on birth control.”

He nods.

“Okay…would you want me to wear a condom?”

You feel heat creep up your neck as you meet his gaze with a shake of your head.

“Not unless you wanted you.”

He stares at you for a long moment before chuckling and shaking his own head.

“Ay, you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

You smile and pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Oh! And we already have a safeword!” you remind him with a grin.

"We do," he acknowledges, his eyes dropping to the glinting metallic ring adorning your throat.

Your smile falters and your heartbeat quickens…and when he looks back up at you it's like whiplash as he sets you reeling again with a dark, hungry gaze.

"If that thing isn't a necklace," he rasps, reaching his fingers up to touch the cold silver, "How about we put it to its proper use, hm?"

You shiver, pressing your thighs together as your heartbeat drops to your clit.

"Yeah..." you whisper, your breath already starting to come quicker as you reach for your bag and fumble with trembling fingers with the clasp.

Hoseok's brow knits as he watches you open the purse, reaching in to produce a length of light chain about three feet long with a velvet strap on one and a claw clasp on the other. You double it up and dangle it from your hand, your heart thrumming in your chest as you raise your eyes to his.

"You can put it on me," you purr, "...But you'll have to take it from me first."

Click.

That ineffable thing, that invisible force he wields that arrests you has slipped back into place. You can feel it, pouring off him in devastating waves...and you're already starting to drown.

It didn't take him long to wrestle the leash from your grasp. Now you're on your knees before him, hands at your sides as he leans forward to affix the chain to the o-ring at your neck. You're breathing hard from your struggle. He stands to his full height, wrapping the links around his hand until the line is taught. He clicks his tongue condescendingly.

"What am I going to do with you now, hm?" he murmurs, tugging at the chain briefly so that you lurch slightly forward. You whine complaintively.

"Quiet," he hisses in warning.

You bite your lip. You need to obey now. Your panties are soaked and you can feel the turgid swell of your clit with every slight motion of your body. If you are good for him, then maybe you will be rewarded. Being a good girl should earn something. Right now, you will take anything.

Hoseok glowers down at you, tilting his head to the side as his eyes trail over your features, coming to rest on your pouted lips. He wets his own.

"You like to run that mouth of yours...how about we see what else it can do?"

Holy fucking shit. You feel saliva begin to pool under your tongue, your eyes flicking down to the bulge at the front of his slacks. You start to raise your hands toward his belt but he yanks sharply upward on the chain, the metal ring biting into the underside of your jaw, ripping a mewl of discomfort and impatience from your lips.

He lets out a long sigh, shaking his head as his lips curve into a cruel smile.

"So eager that she can't even wait for permission?"

You whimper again, biting your lip as he laughs darkly above you.

"My little whore wants something, doesn't she?"

You give a silent nod, letting your tongue slip out to wet your lips and watch his eyes darken as his pupils swallow his deep brown irises.

"Mmm..." He hums in consideration, bringing his free hand to cradle your chin. "I've told you before, sweet thing, if you want something, you have to ask for it."

Your eyes blink languidly as you look up at him. Your head is swimming as you sway on your knees, the dizzy helplessness of being spun between degradation and endearment hanging over you like a heavy trance. His fingers tighten around your jaw.

"Come on..." he coaxes in a chilly whisper, "Use that pretty mouth to ask Hoseok."

You swallow thickly.

"Wan..." you start softly, but his grip on your jaw sharpens.

"Speak up, I can't hear you," he commands reproachfully.

Heat swells up from your neck and sweat begins to tickle your hairline. You know what you want, you've been thinking about little else since he was pressed against you on the dance floor...but the thought of giving your filthy, aching desires shape has every inch of your body trembling.

"Wan...want..." you struggle over his fingers pressing harshly into your cheeks.

He tuts, and the look on his stony features suddenly warns you that if you don't overcome your nerves...

"Wan' your cock!" you choke out desperately.

Hoseok's lids dip slowly and his lips part, as if your words have been injected into his veins, and you think you could fucking cum at the sight. His eyes flutter open again and he gazes down. You fight for patience and composure with each maddening second of silence that passes. You can feel your pussy clench and your hands follow suit. Hoseok catches the motion. A sickening grin spreads over his lips.

"Want this cock, hm?" he hums, releasing your chin from his grasp to palm over the clothed swell inches from your lips.

You whimper pathetically, letting your eyes slip shut. Fuck you want him. You want your mouth around him. You want to choke on him. You want the thick, sticky milk of his release on your tongue.

"So tell me, brat," he hisses, wrapping another loop of chain around his palm so that he holds you on a mere few inches of leash. "How do you want my cock?"

Any shame has been dispelled from your being in the presence of your burning desire, and you raise heavy, lustful eyes to his dark ones.

"Wanna suck it off."

You can see his chest beginning to rise and fall with more effort as he pulls you by the leash, in tortuously slow deliberation, until your lips are ghosting over the zipper of his slacks. He glares down at you, the corner of his mouth curling up in a sneer as he holds you in place.

"BEG."

A violent tremor of arousal jolts through your abdomen and you gasp.

"P-please..." you stammer dumbly against the soft, dark cotton.

"Again."

"Please..."

"Please, what?"

"Please..." you breath shakily, "Will you fuck my mouth?"

You feel him twitch under the vibration of your supplicating words.

"Alright," he relents in a rasp, "But keep those hands at your sides, understand?”

You nod.

“Unless,” he tugs at the chain again,”You need to stop. Then you grab my leg and squeeze.”

“Okay.”

“What are you going to do, baby? If you need me to stop?”

“Squeeze your leg.”

“That’s right,” he hums and the repeated instruction.

You chew on your lip as he pulls off his belt and slips open the button, giving a tug at your collar. As you look up at his hooded eyes, you know exactly what to do.

You nose at the seam, trying for one moment to ignore the throbbing bulge against your cheek as you find the zipper with your teeth and drag it slowly downward, your eyes never breaking his burning gaze.

"Good girl," he hisses, pushing his pants down his hips to reveal a pair of tight, black boxer briefs, a sizable strain pulling at the flexible fabric where he's hard beneath them.

He hooks two thumbs into the elastic and tugs down, his fully erect cock springing free to bob against the side of your face. A sticky streak of precum smears across your cheek as you seek his head with your lips, barely having time to register the smooth tip, or the pretty, pulsating veins as you rush to swallow him whole.

Hoseok lets out a long, deep groan as you suckle greedily around him. Allowing your spit to slick his shaft you pull back, keeping just the crown between your lips as you worry your tongue along his dripping slit.

He's rock hard and heavy on your tongue as you lean in to take him farther down your throat, bunching your hands into your dress at the aching urge to cup and stroke the velvet skin of his scrotum.

"Fuck," he grits out from between clenched teeth, "That's right..."

You bob lower and lower on his shaft, seeking to take as much of him as you are able. When you feel his tip brush the back of your throat, you moan around him. His free hand flies into your hair, and suddenly he's yanking you off of him. You cough and splutter at the sudden motion and he tugs the chain so that you raise watery eyes to him. He releases your hair to absently stroke himself as he lightly pants over you.

"Asked me to fuck that throat. Think you can take it?"

You nod as you attempt to wipe drool pooling on your chin into your shoulder.

"Words," he pushes, snapping the chain around his wrist.

"Yeah," you mock, matching his tone, a spark of defiance reigniting inside you.

Hoseok lets out a hollow laugh.

"So confident. We'll see about that."

He slips two fingers of his free hand into the strap of your collar and tugs you back toward his cock. You open wide, extending your tongue to catch the head and pull him between your lips.

You move to swallow him again, but he halts you.

"Keep still," he mutters coldly, and the fingers at your collar hold you tightly in place as he slowly slides his hips forward in a thrust that has him inching toward your soft palate.

Your eyes water, but you have never been more determined to fight your gag reflex as he pulls back and pushes in again, deeper, his cock tapping again at the back of your throat.

"Goddamn, you really can take it," he groans in a shaky voice. "Such a good little slut for Hoseok. Such a pretty, filthy little mouth."

Your nostrils flare as you draw air through your nose, and you swallow, the muscle of your throat contracting tightly around him. At this he seems to break, suddenly pulling back his hips to snap them forward as he sets a rough, self-indulgent pace.

Your eyes water, spilling over from the brutal stretch and sting, but you dig your fingers into your thighs, determined to take him as long as you possibly can.

You start to feel light-headed, and just when you think you're going to have to tap out for air, Hoseok's pulling you off of him and wrenching your face upwards to run his wild eyes over it.

You gasp for breath a moment, and then you're opening your mouth to him again, blinking up through bleary eyes in a silent, hungry plea. He shakes his head slowly as he gazes down at you, chest heaving.

"Shit, look at you..."

You're a site. Tears and mascara streak your cheeks, saliva and precum slick your chin and neck, your parted lips swollen. Hoseok's fingers twist where they're still hooked into the collar.

"You still want it, don't you? My god..." he smears the tip of his cock along your bottom lip.

Your eager tongue wriggles forward to brush over him again. He swallows, and with a growl he slaps his cock down harshly over it. You let out a little sob as your soaking, aching cunt clenches around nothing.

"Alright," he mutters in a husky whisper, "Gonna fucking ruin that tight little throat. Gonna fill it the fuck up. Blow my load all over that nasty little tongue. And you want that, don't you? Wanna be Hoseok's pretty little cumslut, hm?"

You nod, and then remember the rules.

"Yes," you croak, and open wide for him again.

He grits his teeth and tugs at the collar to pull you slowly over him again with a shudder. You've proven more than capable and it's not long before he's chasing release at a punishing pace. It's sloppy and desperate - the hollow, wet sounds as he fucks your face a pornographic symphony.

Suddenly you think you can feel his cock twitch and jerk as it hammers into your mouth, and when he grows so incredibly hard, you know he's about to reach his peak.

You lock eyes with him through your tears, watching his features strain to maintain their composure. Without warning he grabs the back of your head and slams into you, arching over as he cries out.

And he cums.

Thick ropes spurt down your throat as he quivers and throbs.

The moment he's spent his last drop of release he fists into your hair and roughly pulls you back, letting his softening cock fall free. You gasp for breath, coughing as you choke down the last remnants of his seed. Lips trembling, your eyes search his face for what you so desperately need...and you find it.

His lids are heavy over his eyes, mere glistening slips of midnight visible as they gleam down at you; his beautiful lips are parted as he pants, the honey planes of chest glistening with sweat where his shirt fails to obscure it.

He's breathless and sated and glorious, and you bask under the intensity of his gaze. He releases his hold on your collar and lets the leash clatter to the ground, bringing his hands to your face. He cups your cheeks, brushing his thumbs over the streaks of tears.

"So, fucking good for me," he mutters shakily, his brow drawn, "Such a pretty, perfect little brat."

Your eyes slip shut under his words of praise. You could move mountains if he asked you to, you were certain. In this moment, in this space, anything for this man. Everything.

You feel his hands leave your face as he moves to help you stand, before tugging his briefs back into place.

The heat of the moment past, you become acutely aware of the stinging soreness in your knees as you struggle to your feet – and the sticky ache of persistent hunger throbbing between your thighs. You teeter on your heels as blood rushes to your lower legs.

Smiling, he reaches out and pulls you to him gently by the waist, swiping a thumb over your chin.

"You were a good girl, baby. So, so good," He coos in a husky whisper. "You remember what good girls get, hm?" He's still calling the shots and demanding answers, but his eyes are soft as they regard you.

"A reward?" you answer hopefully.

He hums in assent.

"That's right, baby. That's right," He brushes at the smeared makeup under your eye. "But let's get that messy little face cleaned up first."

After unfastening your collar he sits you down on the bed, bringing makeup wipes to gently dab away the proof of your efforts, and offers you a bottle of cool water. He comes to sit beside you, eyes tracking you attentively as you drink.

"Want Hoseok to take care of that needy little pussy?" he asks, with a smirk.

"Fuck yes," you breath as you lower the bottle from your mouth.

He arches a brow, and you purse your lips in an attempt not to grin.

"Please," you add in correction.

"Mmm," he acknowledges thoughtfully, turning to gaze over his shoulder at the spider plant hanging from the ceiling a few feet past the other side of the bed.

"Does my little girl want to try something new?" he asks, his eyes still on the suspended planter.

You feel your pulse quicken and stomach twist in anticipation.

"Yes, Hoseok, I trust you," you respond without reserve.

He flicks his eyes to your face, brows drawing together. He wets his lips and huffs out a breathy laugh.

"You have no goddamned idea what you do to me when you say shit like that."

You look away, smiling brightly as you preen under the heat and affection of his gaze.

He reaches for your hand and guides you to rise to your feet.

"Alright, ditch the dress," he orders, gesturing with a flick of his chin as he leans back on his hands and spreads his thighs in a posture of recline.

You step back to give yourself space, already weak in the knees at the prospect of stripping for him. You steel your composure, a spark of boldness lighting in your belly. Taking a few steps away and turning from him, you look back over your shoulder to watch his face as you reach behind to slowly drag the zipper down your back. You make a slow, sensual show of peeling the garment from your body to reveal a lacy black balconette bra and matching thong. Stepping out of the dress and tossing it away, in nothing but your lingerie and stilettos, you stride back to stand patiently before him.

He leans forward and runs his hands up the sides of your thighs until they reach your hips where they slide back to squeeze the meat of your ass.

You bring your hands gingerly to his shoulders.

Tugging your body toward him, he draws himself to the edge of the mattress, pulling you between his thighs as he uses his sharp, white teeth to nip along the soft flesh of your belly. He sucks harshly at some places, leaving flushed little souvenirs of claim in his wake. You don't hold back the proof of your pleasure - repaying his ministrations with gasps and low moans as his hands and mouth explore you.

Hoseok raises his face from your skin, his pupils wide as his gaze settles at your breasts.

"Bra off," he commands, squeezing your ass again as you reach back to unfasten the clasp and pull the straps from your arms.

He hisses and grits his teeth, raising greedy hands to knead at your supple flesh, before pulling them away to twist and slap at your nipples.

You groan and throw your head back, relishing in the shocks of sensation – gushing, as if you could ruin your soaked panties any further. As you press your trembling thighs together he glances down at the last remaining vestige of your modesty, lips spreading into a wicked grin.

"You know I can fucking smell it - how wet you are? My god, want you to wear it like a perfume, fuck..." He runs his right hand to rub against the dampness that has the lace clinging to your slit.

The moan you let out is so needy it's practically a sob. Hoseok laughs low in his chest.

Suddenly he’s standing and spinning you around, leading you to the end of the bed. He places your hands on the footboard and instructs you to bend over, sliding your hips back until your ass is on full display. He runs his hands over the bare flesh of your cheeks.

"Now," he growls, "Can't fuck this ass until it's properly marked, can we?"

You swallow and let out a whine. The blood is already rushing to your head in a familiar surge and in the split second of silence before impact, you know what's coming - the anticipation somehow even more intoxicating when you remember how it feels when he...

Smack!

You whimper, your fingers gripping the bed frame as he delivers blow after searing blow. When he has satisfied himself with the flushed tone streaking the globes of your ass, he gives it a final squeeze, commanding you to wait where you are.

You hear him as he moves to the side of the bed to pull an object from beneath it. He seems to be grappling with something - the clink of metal and soft rustle of leather interrupting the sudden heavy hush. He returns to your side, taking your hands from the bed and bringing you to stand. As he leads you to the far side of the bed, you see it: hanging from the large hook in the ceiling that once bore the spider plant there is a large leather contraption. You've never seen one in real life, but you know what it is.

"You have a sex swing?" you murmur in awe, momentarily forgetting yourself as you reach out to brush your fingers over the soft leather. There are buckle straps at different places and a metal bar running across the top. He lightly grips your waist, turning you to face him again. He dips his head forward and you inhale the cool mint of his breath.

"Gonna put you in it," he murmurs, "You remember our word, right?"

"Yes," you breathe.

“Say it.”

“Foxglove.”

He smirks.

"Good girl. Panties off," he instructs.

You couldn't be more eager to pull the sopping fabric down your legs and toss it aside, but when you reach to remove your shoes, he catches your wrist.

"I didn't say you could take those off, did I?" he reprimands, and your pulse begins to hammer in your throat.

He’s gonna fucking strap you to this thing in your goddamned heels.

You comply with him as he helps you into the seat, fastening your wrists together to a strap that has them raised above your head. After securing your hands, he raises your legs, carefully stretching them so that your feet are on the outside of the wide set cables, hooking your heels to catch on the bar across the top to hold your legs, spread wide, in place. With each restriction he checks in, making sure you’re completely comfortable with his choices.

When he finishes he comes to stand before you, heaving out a sigh through his nose as he trails a hand down the back of your thigh.

"Look at you," he groans as his eyes rake over your body.

You can feel your pussy leaking. Your heart pounds. The muscles in your legs strain a bit from the stretch and the bindings nip into your wrists and feet. You are completely exposed to him...and it is utter perfection. Like you were made to be at his mercy. You blink up at him through the fuzzy haze that keeps intensifying as you relinquish yourself deeper and deeper into his control.

His eyes slip shut for a moment and he gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head before bringing his lips to graze against the back of your calf.

"Hoseok..." you whisper, trembling.

His eyes open and lock with yours. You hold each other's gaze in silence.

Nothing needs to be said - you both know. You both understand.

He unbuttons his shirt and slips it off, and after discarding his briefs he is as naked as you are. With one hand he grips your leg, slipping two fingers of the other to slide through the swollen, sticky folds of your cunt. You cry out, your pelvis shuddering - so ripe to be touched that the contact sends a shock like an electric pulse through your being.

"What a pretty fucking pussy...so desperate for me," he mutters.

You watch his beautiful fingers as they slip through your glistening lips and over your throbbing clit before he pulls his hand up. He lets it hover in the air for a moment before bringing it down with a harsh smack against your mound.

A scream strangles in your throat as he repeats the motion again. Your whole body shakes with arousal.

He clenches his jaw as he trails his fingers down to your aching hole, dipping in shallowly to gather your bountiful slick. He raises his fingers to his lips, tasting you as he watches you tremble beneath him. He withdraws them with a pop.

"You know how much you like that? Getting this little cunt slapped?" His eyes trail down. "You're dripping down your fucking ass."

Shuddering violently, you whimper, tugging impatiently at your restraints.

"Yah," he warns, and you still. "Guess you're ready for me, huh? Just like that day..." He smirks condescendingly. "You're always ready, aren't you?" He hisses. "Need me so fucking badly...all of the time."

You sob as your walls contract again and again. He takes his cock into his hand and slides it through your folds, teasing the tip over your clit.

It's euphoric, but it's not enough. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as you fight your own desperate need until the copper taste of blood seeps across your tongue. Somehow, it doesn't even hurt – you can't feel anything past the need for him to fill you. You feel his tip prod your entrance and you gasp.

“Look at me," he rasps.

Your eyes snap open. Your legs are shaking, vibrating the entire apparatus as he finally, slowly, sinks into your wet heat. The stretch of him is exquisite, and your eyes roll back in your head as he groans, steadily pulling back to push into you again.

“Shiiiiiitttt…” he hisses through his teeth, “Fucking made for me. Does my little brat like that? Hoseok’s cock stuffing that tight little cunt?”

“M-more…p-please…” you mewl, nearly unable to even form the words as his ridges drag deliciously along your taught walls.

You're so incredibly worked up that already you can feel a climax building in your belly, and he's only just started to fuck you. Unable to touch him any other way, you squeeze around him tightly.

He lets out a grunt, picking up his pace as he uses the mobility of the swing to pound you onto his cock.

You cry out, your head rattling against the leather as stroke after stroke sends you hurtling toward your high. Your mouth hangs open, and your vision begins to blur at the edges, the position of your arms making it harder to breathe. It’s going put you over the edge. He catches your glazed stare.

"Don't you fucking cum until I say," he grits out breathlessly, and you let out a wail, head falling back.

You can feel yourself barely holding on as he slams into you, teetering on the edge as you hear his voice.

"Whose little whore are you?"

You try to speak but the words won't rattle out of your chest.

"Whose?" he booms.

"Yours!" you press out in a sob.

"Who do you kneel for?"

"You!"

"Who owns this pussy?"

"Y-you!"

"And who the fuck am I?"

"HOSEOK!"

"Cum, slut." he growls.

...And you free-fall through time and space.

The summer evening air is warm against your skin as you step out under the rose gold twilight. Behind you the chic dining venue is still abustle, and you wave coworkers a fond farewell as they head off to continue the evening with karaoke. It's been a big day for you, and there's someone you've been waiting to talk to.

You press the green call button and wait as the line rings.

"Yeoboseyo?"

The warm voice on the other end has a smile blooming on your lips.

"Hey, Hobi-ssi!" you hum.

"Hey hey!" he chrips, "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing," you respond casually, "Just got done with a company dinner. Someone got a promotion, so we all went out."

There's a pause on the other end.

"Oh," answers slowly, "That one you put in for?"

"Mhm."

You hear him scoff in amusement

"Well, at least you seem to be taking it well."

"I'd say I'm taking it extremely well, which is only natural, considering I got the job."

"Yes, well...wait, YOU WHAT?!"

You pull the phone momentarily away from your ear as his joyful, raucous laughter blasts through the speaker.

"You're gonna make me go deaf!" You chide. Your smile is brighter than the setting sun.

"I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks, Hobi."

"You should celebrate!"

"I did go out with my work friends...but..."

"You should come over," he interjects.

The register of his voice has changed. You recognize the new one.

"Yeah?" you swallow, as your heart rate quickens. "Well...what if I do want to go to karaoke?"

You wait for his response, watching your ride share pull up to the curb.

"Yah - you gonna be a good girl…”

You hold your breath.

“...Or do I have to make you?"

-FIN-

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altheasmeadow · 11 months

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Affinity

Word count: 423

Summary: In which he never had to learn rapping and singing, and she never had to learn to dance.

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

She was a fan of course, you can’t be a dancer without being a fan of Jung Hoseok’s talents, so when she was assigned to make a choreography with him, there was very little she could do to stop her excitement, their similar styles are what got them paired. It was something she had acknowledged when he first took off as a dancer, especially when he could suddenly rap and sing like nobody’s business, skills that she had to master for years and he just picked up overnight.

It should’ve been her first signal in all honestly but she couldn’t even bring her mind to branch out that far, in no world would she be that lucky. Though they did share similar skill sets it was impossible to deduce it to him without knowing his soulbond was the same as well.

“Jung Hoseok?”She questioned for the fifth time after her manager told her, her tone becoming giddier with each confirmation.

And once she was led into the practice room? Her subtle hops on her heels were now full on jumps, her braids bouncing on either side making Hoseok grin as he took in the sight, chalking the thrumming in his chest up to excitement.

“Hey I’m your hope, J-hope” He grinned, and after the woman introduced herself the two swiftly got to work stretching, not acknowledging their similar routines, and when the practicing started they couldn’t help but see how similar their skills were. When he’d pull a move she’d mirror it without even glancing at his form, falling into a perfect rhythm together.

“So when did you pick up rapping and singing?” He wondered, aware that those were the two skills that had just come to him overnight so maybe their timelines lined up, and when the answer was given he froze, the thrumming getting more intense as he acknowledged the bond.

It seemed she was coming to the same conclusion as she took in his frozen state, “When’d you start dancing?” after an answer was given the two sat down across from each other, their heads tilted like puppies at each other, Hobi cautiously reaching a finger out to poke her bicep, the contact sending ripples through their bond, they both gasped at the sensation before she now reaches out to initiate longer contact, they relished in the feeling for a moment before addressing each other with wide grins.

And with that the two took steps into their new lives together as soulmates, accepting the bond for all it is.

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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Summer Loving ~ JHS [M] [Request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 9.3K

⤜PAIRING: Hoseok x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Smut minors DNI, old friends to lovers, established relationships, non-idol au, hoseok coming back to small town for the summer, instant connection, instalove, fluffy, cute, ANGST, fluffy ending though. Smut - blow job, sex in a barn, swearing, unprotected sex,

⤜MASTERLIST

The longer Hoseok was standing at the doorstep the more he began to realise his day was going to be wasted if he stood him any longer. But his grandmother was worried about everything, wondering if he had what he needed for the day even if he was just going into the village nearby. It wasn't as if he was leaving them to head back to the city.

"Do you have everything? Because we're sure we can give you some more food." She looked down at the small lunch she had made for him and Hoseok shook his head. He'd told her that she hadn't needed to make him anything, he could have just purchased something from a market stall when he reached the village. But his grandmother was insisting on making him something to take with him, as well as giving him an umbrella in case - in some kind of weird twist in events - it started to rain. In the middle of the hottest day of the year.

"Halmoni, I'm fine. Thank you," Hoseok chuckled as his grandmother pinched his cheeks and kissed the top of his head one last time, his grandfather coming and standing beside his wife at the door. It had been too long since they'd gotten to see their grandson and they wanted him to enjoy his time here. To hopefully make sure he kept coming back as often as he could.

"I'll be back tonight, for dinner." He told her with a small smile. He knew that they had missed him and wanted him to be well looked after but he still didn't want them to be so overprotective and give them their food. They needed it much more than Hoseok did but they were always going to put others before themselves, it was just who they were as people.

"You make sure you take a good look around, s much has changed since you last came here," His grandmother said with a giant smile

"A lot can change in ten years," His grandfather added with a playful glare. They were always trying to tease him for walking away almost ten years ago to achieve his dream. Over the years they stopped asking him to come and visit them since their grandson was such a big hot shot in the city now. A lawyer with his own company which was one of the reasons he was allowed to be here now.

Since he owned his own company he had a lot of freedom to do what he wanted a lot and didn't have to answer to a boss telling him when he could and couldn't take time off.

Once Hoseok was in the market he smiled to himself as he looked around, it was just as busy as he remembered it as a kid but it wasn't city kind of busy. This was different. In the market, everyone got along with one another, knew each other and was always friendly toward everyone that they came into contact with.

"Look at you!" A voice squealed before a hand was placed onto Hoseok's cheek and squeezed softly. It was going to get annoying if he had to keep dealing with people squeezing his cheeks all of the time but he smiled through it all.

"Not much has changed." Mrs Lee said while looking him up and down. Instead of the small boy that she used to see, there was a tall and very handsome man dressed in a very fine suit. The whole outfit screamed that he wasn't from around here and made him stick out like a sore thumb but it was the only thing Hoseok had packed so he was just going to have to deal with it.

"Hi Mrs Lee," He greeted with a chuckle, hugging her tightly as she shook her head at him. No matter how many times she had told him to call her by her first name he had always insisted on being polite with her, just the way his grandmother had raised him.

"Such a polite young man! Tell me, do you have a wife yet?" She asked suddenly making Hoseok's cheeks burn at the thought. It was all anybody had been asking him since arriving back in the small hometown and he shook his head.

"Mrs Lee, what would Mr Lee think about you asking me those kinds of questions?" He winked at her and she swatted him playfully with her towel, leading him over to her food stand while she spoke.

"Don't be so silly, I was asking for my daughter, you know she has always had a crush on you." Hoseok smiled at the thought but he shook his head. He'd known about Chaewon's crush since they were kids and there was a reason he'd never acted on it, he had never felt attracted to her that way.

"I'm sure Chaewon will find someone all on her own Mrs Lee, don't worry. Stop trying to set her up with random men," Hoseok scolded playfully but his eyes glanced around the stalls, the layout had changed a lot since the last time he was here and so had the stalls. Instead of being made of wood everything was metal and nailed to the ground but that wasn't what he was looking for. Or rather who he was looking for.

The flower stall was always the first place Hoseok would go to whenever he would visit his grandmother growing up and as he looked around he couldn't see it. There was no sign out for it and there were no flowers being passed around to people as they walked by and a sick feeling began to pit itself into Hoseok's stomach.

"Where is-"

"No one told you?" Mrs Lee asked cutting Hoseok off before he could even finish his sentence. There was a weary smile plastered across Mrs Lee's face and he knew that he had to have missed something that was going on. Was Mrs Cho sick?

"Told me...what?"

"Mrs Cho." The world seemed to go cold as he imagined all of the things that could have gone wrong, the way Mrs Lee said her name was enough to make Hoseok's head spin.

"She died a few months ago," There was a small shake in her voice and Hoseok's stomach dropped to the floor as he tried to remember the last thing he'd ever said to Mrs Cho. Or even when the last time he saw her was...Guilt began to pick up in his body as he couldn't even remember the last time he'd sent her a message.

"She did?"

"Yeah, she died peacefully and in her sleep which was good. There was nothing any of us could have done." Tears welled up inside of his eyes as he thought about it. Mrs Cho had been like a second grandmother to Hoseok over the years, she was always watching over him and looking after him and now she was just gone and no one had told him about it.

"W-What about..." Hoseok cleared his throat trying not to cry in front of anybody. It wasn't his kind of thing, he would usually bottle everything up and let it out whenever he was alone.

"What about Yn?" He questioned shyly and Mrs Lee smiled at him, rubbing his back softly before nodding her head.

"She's still here, she comes to the stall every now and again to sell but she's busy trying to do the house up." The house? Why were you doing the house up? That place used to be the pride and joy of the village since it was one of the many original houses built and everyone loved to take great care of it.

"The house?" Hoseok asked as he took some of the food Mrs Lee was giving to him, even though he wasn't exactly hungry but he knew better than to turn down food when someone was giving it to him.

"Over the years it had fallen into disrepair, we'd all tried to fix it as much as we could but it was falling apart. Yn is insisting on staying and fixing everything," Everything? What could possibly be so wrong with it that you were fixing everything?

"What do you mean by everything?" Hoseok asked before eating some of the tteokbokki and keeping his eyes on Mrs Lee as she looked back at him with a small smile. It wasn't any kind of secret to the village what had happened to the home over the years, they'd all been trying to help fix it. Even giving you some of the supplies you would need whenever you asked for them.

"There are holes in the walls, paint splashed up the house from disrespectful kids and even the porch structure was rotting. Then there was the fire last month when Yn was inside." Mrs Lee added nonchalantly but Hoseok almost dropped the food he was holding and stared at her with his mouth hanging open.

"Is she okay!?" Mrs Lee smirked as she heard the concern leaking from his tone and she nodded her head at him. It was sweet that even after ten years of being apart Hoseok was caring toward you.

"She's fine, she got a few scratches but she's fine. She's a tough kid," Hoseok chuckled a little as he nodded his head,

"I remember," Hoseok said while remembering you. You'd always been so tough growing up, it always seemed as though you weren't scared of anything and even when Hoseok was scared of something you always tried to protect him from that something.

"You can go and see her if you want, I'm pretty sure she's working on the roof today with Yoongi." Mrs Lee added with a small smile, watching in amusement as Hoseok nodded and rushed to eat the food that he had been given. Only when he tried to pay her did she swat his hand away and told him it was on the house.

"Hi. Look, I know I'm late on payments but if you just tell them...that...You're not the lawyer." Your voice trailed off in your sentence as you finally got to face the man that was standing in front of your house dressed in a suit. When you were first coming up the driveway you were sure it was going to be another lawyer asking you to pay them.

"Well, I am a lawyer but-" Hoseok grunted as you suddenly threw your arms around him and hid your face in his neck,

"Hobi." You breathed out as you kept yourself pressed against him, ignoring how fast your heart was racing against your chest. It had been far too long since you'd seen Hoseok and all you needed right now was one of his famous hugs,

"Hey little bug," He chuckled wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you as tightly as he could. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you heard the nickname he would often use for you when you were both younger,

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard about Mrs Cho and then about the house..." Mrs Cho had raised you from a very young age. She'd taken you in and brought you up as though you were her daughter and since she had no siblings or children of her own you were her only family.

"She left...Everything to me, it's- it's so weird that she's just gone...You know?" Hoseok slowly let you go and smiled as he looked at you. You were dressed in denim overalls that were covered in paint, and oil and only lord knew what else and yet you still looked beautiful. Your hair was styled in a way that it wouldn't get in the way of your hard work and you looked even more beautiful than Hoseok could remember.

"Do you want to go and talk about it?" He questioned as he rubbed your back softly and you nodded. You'd been working on the roof with Yoongi most of the morning and it was about time you took a well-needed break,

"Yoongi! Take a break! I'm going to make some tea!"

"Iced tea for me!" You heard him call back and you laughed leading Hoseok up to the porch, the thing about the porch was that it was going to fall through eventually but you didn't want it to happen to Hoseok... or anybody for that matter. It had been up on the list of things to repair but the roof seemed more important since there was heavy rainfall coming in soon.

"Okay, so with the porch, you can step up onto the top but then you have to jump into the house." You told him as you looked him dead in the eyes to let him know that you were being serious,

"You're kidding." He laughed nervously hoping it was some kind of joke but you shook your head at him,

"Nope. Deadly serious." Yout bit down on your lip. It was something you were going to get around to fixing but everything else was more important or you never had the right parts in to fix the porch. Jimin was supposed to be by tomorrow with the wood you needed though which was going to be a lifesaver.

"Shouldn't you have fixed the porch first if it was dangerous?" Hoseok asked as you let out a small laugh, if only it was as simple as that.

"The wood we needed wasn't in plus, there's a storm coming so we had to do the roof first," You giggled before jumping through into the front door and looking at Hoseok who did the same and stumbled a little, only for you to hold his arms and steady him.

"You okay?"

"Perfect and a storm? You and my Grandmother both think it's going to rain but it's so hot out," He chuckled and followed you toward the kitchen.

"The cows are all laying down which means it's going to rain,"

"You know that's an old wife's tale right?" Hoseok tried to imagine how cows would even know it was going to rain. It was just some old myth people like to say whenever they saw cows lying down on the grass.

"Oh? Well, I guess we'll see who's right," You smirked as you shook your head, Hoseok stopped at the door to the kitchen and he took a look at everything. The house was nothing like Hoseok had remembered and he could hardly believe that it was the same place he had spent a lot of his time.

The walls were falling apart, wallpaper had been ripped down and even the floors had holes from the rotting wood they'd been built with. There were buckets everywhere that were catching falling water from pipes and then there were the doors. All of them were gone except for the back and front door and most importantly the bathroom door. Hoseok didn't even want to imagine you living here in such a state and he looked over at you to see you already watching him. You didn't want him to think that no one had cared for the house when you all had done whatever you could but it got harder over the years.

"When she got older she couldn't care for it as much, I was at the stall most of the time and we tried to keep the house up and running but I was...I didn't live with her so I didn't know how truly bad it was until now." Hoseok frowned, you didn't live with her? He thought you'd stay with Mrs Cho right up until she passed and it was a little surprising to hear you didn't.

"You didn't?" Hoseok asked as you began to make drinks for everyone,

"No, I lived with Yoongi." You added casually. It was dropped into the conversation so innocently but Hoseok couldn't help the jealously that was beginning to build up inside of him. He knew that realistically he had no reason to be jealous the two of you had never been together but he couldn't help it.

"Oh...Are you two-"

"Together? God, no." You shuddered at the thought and texted Yoongi that his drink was ready. The two of you had tried to date a couple of times but it just felt forced and weird to try and be with Yoongi when your heart had always lied with Hoseok. Not that you were ever going to admit that out loud.

"We tried to once, but it was just weird." You pulled a disgusted face and Yoongi walked into the room,

"What was?" Yoongi quizzed, stealing an apple from the fruit bowl before taking the drink you were holding out for him and sipping on it while you shook your head.

"Us, dating."

"Ew. Don't. Yn is gross," He hissed stepping away from you and looking at you as though he was truly disgusted with you. It wasn't that either of you found one another gross, you just didn't feel any kind of connection other than a strong friendship and Yoongi knew of your crush on Hoseok from all those years ago.

"I'll take the iced tea back then,"

"Yn is the best person in the world," Yoongi says quickly before running back out of the house and giving you and Hoseok some peace alone together.

"So you don't date but live together? Doesn't that get complicated?" Hoseok asked as you slid him his favourite drink and smiled at you,

"Nah, whenever he had someone over I just go out to Jimin's for a while." You shrugged your shoulders and Hoseok chuckled at the thought of it.

"So she left you the house?" Hoseok asked before taking a sip from his drink and smiling at how right you'd gotten it for him.

"Yeah, as well as the stall and almost everything she owned, it's insane." You glanced around. You never would have imagined a sweet old lady leaving such a massive home and business to you and yet here you were. It never seemed real, especially since you hadn't even gotten any of the legal things to go through yet.

"She didn't have anyone but you thought." Hoseok reminded you, running his hand over yours as he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body.

"That's true," You laughed a little and then looked back at Hoseok and smiled. He smiled back at you before remembering what you said to him when you first saw him.

"Is the bank giving you a hard time with the money?" He questioned slowly. Even if he was supposed to be on vacation from work he couldn't stop his mind from going into lawyer mode whenever it called for it.

"No, the dumb lawyer I hired isn't giving me any information after he ran off. So I'm behind on rent payments for the house and for the stall." You groaned and ran your hands over your face at the thought. The people in the market were being more than considerate about everything but the bank was threatening to take away the house. They didn't care that the lawyer had run away and given up on everything. It turned out he didn't know anything he was doing and was new to everything when he offered you his services.

"Dumb lawyer?" Hoseok leaned forward and you nodded, moving your hands away from your face and playing with your fingers nervously. When Mrs Cho first passed away everyone had told you to call Hoseok but you didn't want to, you didn't want to be the one to drag him back here so you went with someone else. Looking back on it now, you'd wished you'd gone to Hoseok first with everything.

"He didn't know what he was doing so he just walked out and won't give me any details on how to fix his mess." Anger boiled inside of Hoseok at the thought of someone fucking you over and he shook his head. There was no way he was going to just stand back and let this happen to you.

"Give me his name and business card, and I'll fix it." Fix it? What did he mean by Fix it? Was he going to get the guy fired? Kill him?

"Hobi." You trailed off, you weren't going to let him waste his vacation time on you. He was supposed to be here to spend time with family, or at least that's what his grandmother had told you last week when she'd dropped by.

"Little bug," He trailed off in the same tone you had used and you sighed at him,

"You can't. You're supposed to be on a break, not working while you're here," You scolded but Hoseok took your hand into his again and gave you a small smile.

"I don't care Give me his details." You looked into his eyes and you knew he was never going to give this up. That was the thing about Hoseok, once he had his mind set on something there was going to be no going back from it.

"Fine," You mumbled before going to find all of the contact information and Hoseok smiled as he watched you walk away. There was no way he was going to let someone walk all over you, not when he could do something about it and help you get everything sorted.

For the rest of the day, Hoseok was on the phone with your dumb lawyer and constantly taking down numbers and phoning people. You'd been watching him closely from the roof whilst being teased by Yoongi for watching him so much. Now you were at his grandparents having a wonderful meal with all of them together. His grandmother had insisted on you coming down when she heard the two of you had been together for most of the day and you weren't going to turn down a homecooked meal.

Since living with Yoongi the two of you had been living off of take-outs and scraps that Mrs Lee would give to you. It had been far too long since you had a huge homemade meal and you'd been excited. Even now when you'd eaten so much you thought you were going to explode.

"Do you remember the deal we had? If we weren't married by 30 we'd marry each other," Hoseok mentioned as you laughed a little and nodded your head. The two of you were only 16 when you came up with the deal but you'd both been pretty insistent that you were going to marry each other one day. You could still remember sitting in the park when Hoseok came over with the papers for you to sign, it was nothing more than a childish game but it felt real to you.

And honestly? You would keep it if it meant you got to have Hoseok in your life.

"I do, I'm pretty sure I kept the contract you both wrote it on." Hoseok's grandmother announced before leaving you and Hoseok alone at the table, you laughed a little before looking down at your bag. You had to give Hoseok what Mrs Cho had left for him in her will.

"Before I forget," You mentioned before bending down and reaching a box out of your bag. It was a metal container that was locked up pretty tight with a padlock on the front, you had no idea what it was but you knew you had to give it to him.

"What's this?"

"Mrs Cho left it for you in her will, I have no idea what's inside of it but I know that-" You lifted the necklace from around your neck and handed it to him and smiled as he twirled the key around in his finger.

"This opens it, I was under strict instructions to never look inside." Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you playfully,

"So how do you know the key fits?" He teased as you whined and rolled your eyes at him.

"She gave me the key a week before she passed away, told me I would know what to do with it. Then in the will, it said it was for you...well the box was I just had the key." You shrugged your shoulders. You'd been interested to see what it was Mrs Cho had left for him but you weren't going to go against the wishes of a deceased loved one.

"Oh."

"I don't know what it is but she said you had to be alone while reading the letter and the contents." You told him before handing him the wax-sealed letter.

"I'll open it when you head home," He promises before a photo frame was placed down in front of you. Instantly you knew exactly what was inside and you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the contract. It had already started to get worn around the edges and appear older than it was and it was strange to see it. Your names are still signed and dotted at the bottom, with the date you had signed them.

"Whoa, even back then you were a lawyer," You laughed as you noted all of the smart words that had been in a kid's contract, and then your eyes glanced over it one more time. It looked too authentic to be something sixteen-year-old Hoseok would have just made up on his computer.

"Hey, this is a real contract. I looked it up," Your mouth fell open hearing Hoseok admit that and you turned to look at him. Your faces were centimetres away from one another and he smirked at you,

"So I have to marry you when I'm 30?" You laughed softly as he nodded his head with a proud smile on his face. When he was sixteen he was content to marry you as soon as he turned the legal age but he knew he had to wait.

"You signed," He pointed at your signature and you bit your lip, deciding to tease him a little for a short while.

"Hmm, but do I realllyyy want to marry a lawyer? I mean, you're just so uptight." You teased before he tickled your sides making you squeal and almost drop the frame.

"You have two years to find someone or that ass is mine," He smirked at you making your entire body heat up at the thought of it all. Would he really marry you? You inched closer to him and he smiled, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes as he moved closer. Your lips almost touch until,

"Who wants cake?!" His grandmother sang out making you spring away from one another and stumble over the words to say yes to more food.

The next morning was abnormally hot once again and Hoseok wanted to come by and see if he could help with anything. Your lawyer was still being quite short with him so he was waiting for a phone call from someone at his office for some outside help.

"Morning," Hoseok called out as he walked up the driveway to see you already set up outside. It was barely 6 am and you had giant planks of wood everywhere, as well as paint so he assumed that you were going to be fixing the porch this morning.

"Morning Hobi. What are you doing here?" You laughed when you saw Hoseok standing by the steps of the porch dressed in another suit and carrying a bag in his hand.

"Food, I was under orders to bring you some and I also came by to help." He handed you the bag and you smiled already smelling the brilliant cooking from his grandmother.

"Help?" You quizzed, he was already helping you so much with the lawyer you didn't want him to think he had to help you with everything else as well.

"Yeah, help with whatever I can." He gestured to the porch and you glanced at him, looking him up and down as you tried to figure out if he was going to change into any other clothes but he didn't have another bag.

"In a suit?"

"Yeah..." He trailed off slowly as you laughed a little,

"Hoseok. That suit looks like it cost more than the house. What if you ruin it?" He shrugged his shoulders. It didn't matter if it got ruined, he was going to help you and he wasn't going to take no as an answer.

"I don't care, let me help."

"Do you even know how?" You teased as he looked over at everything you had set up. You knew two people were going to be better than just one fixing a porch, Yoongi was busy and Jimin had a huge delivery day today so you were on your own unless you accepted Hoseok.

"No, but I'm a fast learner."

"Take off your blazer and I'll teach you." You laughed turning your back to go and eat while Hoseok took off his blazer and got ready to learn everything that he possibly could.

"I can't believe we did it," You said as you looked around at the beautiful porch the two of you had fixed up. It looked as though it was done by a professional and you couldn't have been happier to spend your summer days with Hoseok by your side.

"I told you, I'm a fast learner." He chuckled, painting the bannister in front of him and you smiled and nodded your head in agreement, he'd been the best help you could have had. It took a little longer than expected but you were more than happy with the outcome.

"You are, thank you for helping me Mr Jung," You laughed while painting the final piece of the bannister and smiled in triumph, it was all done to perfection. All you had to do now was wait for it to dry.

"We make a great team." Hoseok chuckled,

"The best team!" You went to high-five Hoseok only to splash a little paint onto his cheek and gasp out suddenly as you saw the small speckle on his cheek.

"Shit." You hissed out as he gasped dramatically and stared at you, his eyes never moving from yours as he playfully glared at you.

"Did you just paint me?" He moved closer to you so you took a step back and whimpered out,

"Maybe a little."

"Okay...Okay, well if it's only a little you won't mind if I-" He didn't finish before he painted a small stripe across your right cheek making you yell out at him.

"Hobi!" You cried out before painting his cheek and he continued to pain you back. Pretty soon it was a paint war and the two of you were running away from one another trying not to get caught with paint. You ran as fast as you could around the property trying to find somewhere you could hide and sneak up on him.

"Little bug, come out, come out wherever you are!" He yelled as you hid behind one of the big trees on your property, trying to catch your breath and stay as silent as possible. You peeked out to see if he'd been around you but there was no sign of him just yet,

"GOT YOU!" He yelled before holding you from behind and laughing as you wriggled around in his arms, begging for him to let you go but he just added another stripe of paint to your face making you whine at him.

"EVIL!"

"You started this little bug, don't call me evil." He laughed letting you go gently before you whined at him, looking at him with a pout on your face. Hoseok laughed and you soon joined in, his laughter and smile were too damn infectious not to.

"We should go and shower before we go to your grandmother's...I don't think she'd appreciate us showing up caked in paint." You motioned to your face and his which was covered in splashed paint.

"Does the shower even work in your house?" He questioned nodding over to the fixer-upper and you shook your head. The plumbing had been shut off while you started working.

"No. But it does at Yoongi's." You laughed starting to head down the road with Hoseok by your side, both of you nudging into one another as you walked. Your hands brush against each other and make your head spin and your heart race.

"He has two showers, you'll love it. Thank you for helping me today, you really didn't have to." You mentioned as you kept walking together toward Yoongi's place.

"I know. I wanted to help you out,. What kind of future husband be if I didn't?" He laughed throwing an arm around you and walking as though this was something the two of you did a lot together.

As you walked you felt the beginning of rain and you smirked, you knew you had been right about it going to rain and now you could finally prove it to Hoseok.

"I told you so," You smirked at him, holding your hand out to feel more tiny droplets falling down onto your skin.

"Told me what?" He laughed not feeling anything,

"That it was going to rain!"

"What are you even talking-" He stopped as all of a sudden it was like the floodgates had opened and it began to pour it down with rain. Hammering down as though someone had turned on the shower,

"Holy fuck!" He yelled out as he suddenly got drenched from the rain making you giggle as you looked at him,

"Cows lay down when it's going to rain, it's not an old wife's tale." You laughed spinning around under the water but all Hoseok could think of was you getting sick in the rain.

"Come on, you're going to get sick" He scolded, running you over in the direction of an old barn and pulling you inside. Just as the thunder began to start and you smiled, thankful you both had somewhere dry to wait out the storm.

"I told you," You giggled as you looked at him, your body beginning to shiver as Hoseok glanced over at you and instantly felt bad that you were going to freeze inside of this barn.

"Fuck, here," He laid his blazer over your shoulders but the fabric was wet and didn't do anything to stop you from feeling cold.

"I can start a fire, g-get me some hay and some wood," You shivered as you looked around for somewhere to start a small fire to keep you both warm while you waited for the storm to die out.

"You're such a liar! I did not," You whined and pushed Hoseok before quickly cuddling back into him not wanting to get too cold. There was a small fire burning and you were close by trying to warm up. Hoseok had one arm around you as you did your best to stay close to one another.

"You did too. You totally kissed me first," Hoseok smirked as he poked your cheeks but you shook your head. There was no way you had made the first move on Hoseok, you knew that for a fact since you'd written all about the kiss in your journal at the time.

"Erm no. You kissed me first, I remember because I wrote about it in my journal" You instantly hated yourself for admitting that out loud and a giant smirk took over Hoseok's face,

"You wrote about me in your journal? How cute!" He cheered loudly before squeezing your cheek gently.

"Shut up," You hissed before he looked down at you, his hand gently cupping your face in his hands. He inched closer and closer until you could feel his lips brush against yours and you whimpered a little You'd wanted this for years, you wanted to throw yourself against him. You were so desperate to finally have him all to yourself,

"Please," You begged a little and he chuckled kissing you softly. The kiss was gentle and soft against you and you whimpered as his teeth nipped your bottom lip only to soothe it with his tongue.

"F-Fuck," You whispered before your hand fisted in his shirt and yanked him closer to you, kissing him deeply and desperately as he smiled against your lips. Your tongue dated out and licked the seam of his lips, both of you were in a frenzy. You wanted to savour every second of this kiss and relive it over and over again for the rest of your life,

"W-Wait," He whispered when you felt his hands snaking underneath the cotton of your shirt,

"W-What's wrong?" You could feel your body burning as you looked at him

"I want your journal to say I made the first move,"

"Shut up and kiss me again." You whined at him before he crashed his lips to yours. Both of you were in a mess of hands that wouldn't stop, clothes flying behind you until you were naked in front of one another.

"Shit," He whispered as you kneeled in front of him and kissed down his chest, sucking on his nipples and smiling in delight as he let out the sweetest moans for you.

"W-What are you doing?" He whispered as you took his cock into your hand, giggling a little as you began to pump him slowly, adding a little pressure as you looked him in the eyes. Licking your lips as a bead of arousal leaked from the tip of his dick making your mouth water. This was everything you'd been dreaming off and more and it was finally happening.

"You have no idea how often I've thought of doing this," You mumbled before licking him from the base of his cock to the tip, tracing your tongue all over the pearly white drop of precum and sucking harshly as he moaned loudly. You were sure if anyone was passing by they would have heard but neither of you cared, you were too lost in the moment of need.

"F-Fuck holy shit," He mumbled breathlessly as you looked up at him to make sure you were doing a good job. His tongue ran along his bottom lip as he let out a shaky moan as you continued to take him to the back of your throat.

"Shit, Yn...Fuck, I've imagined it a lot too," You smirked a little as the comment only encouraged you to take him further down your throat, gagging a little at the size of him and he moaned out. His cock twitched inside of your mouth as he rested his hand on the back of your neck to help guide you.

"Look so good with my cock stuffing your mouth," He cried out as you continued to move your mouth around him, alternating between sucking him off and tracing your tongue around the tip of his cock. Each movement sends him over the edge in moans and groans,

"So good. Ugh fuck - good," He mumbled out not being able to form a full sentence as you pushed yourself down to the base of his cock, swallowing around him as hips stuttered a little at the feeling. Precum continued to leak from his dick but you didn't let it stop you. You loved the taste of him coating your tongue. It was like you could never get enough as you continued to work on him, taking in long drags of air to stop yourself from gagging.

"S-Stop...Fuck...Fuck Yn," He whimpered pulling you away from him quickly with a small pop, you pouted at him.

"I-I didn't want to finish in your mouth, not for the first time...Please?" You nodded and crawled back up to his lips, kissing him softly as you hovered above him.

"I need you," You whispered as he looked up at you with complete love in his eyes, his hands resting on your hips as you guided his cock inside of you. Your eyes were screwed shut as you tried to get used to the size of him stretching you out around him and he grunted at the feeling,

"So fucking warm." He moaned out as he softly kissed up and down your neck, your pussy clenched around him at the small loving action and you whimpered. You could feel every inch of him stretching you out and tightly around him and you never wanted this to end.

"Oh H-Hoseok," You moaned out as opened your eyes slowly and looked at him, he blushed as he leaned up to kiss you, neither of you moving but moaning out at the sudden closeness that you had to one another. It was something neither of you dreamed of, nothing was ever going to compare to this moment.

You felt like paradise to him, as though he'd finally been in a place he was supposed to be all of this time and he was never going to leave. Once this was over he was going to quit and move back here just to be with you,

"YN," He moaned out as he felt you slowly beginning to rise and fall against his cock, your thighs burning at the sensation but you moaned out in pleasure. Completely forgetting where you were and just enjoying who you were within the moment.

"Hobi," You moaned out wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and bringing him into a deep kiss, your lips battling against one another in a rushed and frenzied kiss.

"You feel so fucking good Yn. So fucking tight for me," He moaned out as he began to thrust up to meet your slow rocking hips. Your moans were louder than before and your nails dug into his shoulder as you both began to move a little faster now, no longer being able to hold back from the pleasure you were craving.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Just like that!!" Your back arched toward him and he smirked down at you, taking your left breast into his mouth and sucking harshly as you let strings of curse words fall from your lips. His cock moved in and out with such precision and speed it made you feel like you were floating on top of a cloud. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

"H-Hoseok...Fuck, c-close." You whispered as he continued to fuck into you roughly. His hands held onto your hips tightly as he continued to watch you in amusement.

"Please...Please! Fuck!" You begged over and over again as he continued to fuck into you, your words encouraging his movements deeper inside of you as you moaned out louder. Your screams were drowning out the sound of thunder and rain and all either of you cared about was your pleasure.

"Yn...Shit," He hissed as he felt himself getting closer to his own release, your pussy clenching around him only encouraging his fast-approaching orgasm.

"Hobi," You whimpered as you looked at him letting him know you were in the same boat and bucking your hips up to meet him as he continued to thrust deeply into you. His lips found yours once again and he was kissing you lovingly as you squeezed around him.

"C-cum...I-I need to feel it Yn," He whispered as he looked you in the eyes, your entire body was on fire and your orgasm hit you. It felt as though it had you falling happily from the cloud you were once on. It had you crying out loudly leaving you breathless and shaking as your felt your arousal mixed with Hobi's dripping down your legs. He laughed softly as he looked back at you with a shy smile,

"Hoseok...I love you." You whispered before leaning down and kissing him again. Both of you whimpered as you moved away from his lap and carefully laid down on the floor in front of the fire.

"I love you too," He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, pressing his lips to your shoulder as you let out a small laugh.

"I think we should say sorry to grandmother for missing dinner..." You told him before making him laugh along with you.

Weeks began to go by in a blur and the house was finally finished, the money was sorted and Hoseok was planning on moving in with you as soon as things were sorted back in the city,

"Mrs Lee, are you coming by tonight?" You quizzed as you finished serving a customer a bunch of flowers. Hoseok was back at the house finishing everything so that it would be perfect for the party that was going to be thrown.

"Of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" She cried out happily as you let out a loud giggle. Things with Hoseok had been going perfectly and it finally felt as though everything was going right in your life, you had the man of your dreams and the home of your dreams with you. Nothing could get better than that.

"Hi, can I help you?" You asked as you noticed someone looking a little lost, it was obvious she wasn't from around the village since she was dressed pretty smartly.

"I'm looking for Yn." She looked you up and down before glancing around. She had no idea where you were but all she knew was your name and that you were from the village Hoseok had grown up in.

"That's me. Are you here to pick up the wedding flowers?" You quizzed looking down at the notes you had for yourself not noticing as the woman stormed over to you and smashed a vase onto the ground. You gasped out and jumped away from the glass and water that was leaking,

"Erm...Excuse-" You tried to say but she was already screaming at you, turning red in the face with anger.

"You're a fucking whore!" She screeched making your whole body burn as you looked around, people were beginning to turn and stare over in your direction and you looked back at her,

"What?" You were confused as to what she was talking about. Maybe she'd found one of the business cards for the stall and got things messed up. You had no idea why some random woman would be calling you such a thing.

"A home-wrecking whore!" Another vase was smashed and she began throwing some of the flower designs you'd been making to sell at the stall and Mrs Lee began walking over to defend you.

"Excuse me, miss! Please don't-" Mrs Lee tried to stop her but the woman continued to smash things, throwing things and even stomping flowers into the ground while calling you a string of mean names.

"You're nothing but a little fucking village slut! I bet you steal all the men don't you?!" You flinched as she screamed in your face but you didn't want to appear as though you were weak. Not many things scared you but a screaming woman was maybe up on the list.

"I don't know you, I have no idea what you're talking about. Please, can you calm down and tell me what you think this is all about," You begged and she slammed her hands down onto the top of the stall making you flinch once again.

"Hoseok! He's fucking mine, or he was until he decided to dumb me for your ugly self," Your stomach dropped. Hoseok was cheating on her with you? Hoseok was with someone?!

"What?"

"We were engaged! You know what, you can keep him. I hope he cheats on you as he did to me!" She smashed yet another design before walking away. People all watched as you stared down at the broken glass and flowers that were on the floor.

"Yn...Sweetie," Mrs Lee rubbed your lower back and you just let the tears build up as you lowered yourself onto the ground and began to clear up everything that was on the floor.

"Yn." Mrs Lee said sweetly, placing her hand on top of yours and shaking her head,

"We will take care of this." She tells you as she stands you up carefully and watched as you tried not to break down in front of all of the people that were staring over at you.

"Hey, I was wondering when you would get back. The movers said they'll have my stuff here on Friday," You stared at Hoseok in silence as he spoke to you, he pressed his lips to yours and smiled before heading into the kitchen. The house was decorated to perfection and you could smell all of the food he was cooking for the party tonight. You couldn't believe him.

He had a fucking fiancé and yet here he was playing happy families with you as though he hadn't a care in the world. You stared at him and then over at the frame on the floor. It was the contract the two of you made about getting married and that was when everything hit you.

You were sleeping with a man who was engaged, ruining someone's life! Tears began to gush down your face and Hoseok stopped and stared over at you,

"Little bug? What's going on?" He began to walk over to you but you moved away from him, sobbing as you shook your head at him.

"No! No!" You yelled out making him freeze in place, he'd never heard you yell at someone before and it was scary.

"Yn...What's going on? Talk to me," He begged but all you could see was the guy that had been lying to you for the last six weeks, the same man that had left his fiancé back at home and cheated on him with you.

"I-I can't even fucking look at you," You whimpered as you looked away from him and began to feel sicker and sicker with yourself.

"Yn. What happened?!"

"You're engaged! Your little fiancé decided to come by!" You yelled out as you stared back at him. Hoseok didn't even flinch when he heard that she'd been by.

"Yn, it's not what you think." That was what they all said right?! It wasn't what you thought, it was all some big misunderstanding but it didn't feel that way when she was smashing up your stall.

"No?! Because she was pretty convincing when she smashed my shit up!" You yelled before running your hands over your cheeks, trying not to cry too much but the tears wouldn't stop.

"Why did you even fucking stay here if you were engaged back home!?" You stared him in the eyes and he shook his head at you. None of this was what you thought it was, it was just some big misunderstanding.

"I didn't want that life. I didn't want her and-"

"And so you just left her and cheated on her with me?!" You yelled out as he shook his head, stepping closer so you took another big step back. You didn't want him to touch you right now,

"Yn. I didn't cheat on her," He told you sternly, there wasn't any way on this planet he would cheat on somewhere.

"So we didn't sleep together?" You asked sarcastically before he sighed and shook his head at you,

"We did but...But I'd broken up with her a long time before that."

"Bullshit!" You snapped out. If they'd broken up she would have had no reason to come to your place and start breaking things, embarrassing you in front of everyone you knew.

"I can prove it, I have texts and emails from her from weeks before I even came back here. I was supposed to visit for a week and go home to make sure winter knew it was over between me and her for sure. I broke up with her months ago." You frowned at him. If he was only supposed to visit for a week...Why did he stay so long? Why did he put off going home?

"Why did you stay? You said you'd be here for a week so why did you stay?" Your heart raced as you stared back at him, he slowly began to step toward you and this time you didn't move.

"Because I didn't want to be away from you Yn...I felt everything I'd been feeling when I was a kid and I couldn't go back to the city."

"That's a lie," You stuttered out, you wanted to believe him but there was no way that was all there was to him staying here. There had to be something else.

"It's all of that and Mrs Cho asked me to."

"What?" You stuttered out, it was the first time either of you had spoken about her since the house was finished and it was jarring hearing him speak about her as though she was still here.

"In the box that she gave me. She left me a note telling me to stay and help you out, she knew I'd do it. She left me instructions. I wasn't allowed to let you fall into a state," You sniffled a little as you stared at him,

"So you stayed out of obligation?"

"No, I stayed because um in love with you! The next day, when I came by to help I was going to see if you needed me to stay...But then we slept together and...everything just fell into place for me. I knew I was supposed to be here with you and that is why I stayed." You both stared at one another, breathing heavily as you shook your head,

"S-So I'm not a home-wrecking whore?"

"Is that what she called you?" He asked dryly as he thought about Winter coming near you at all.

"Things between her and I was over before I even came here...She's just attached...Please, you have to believe me," The strange thing about all of it...was that you did. You believed him and you nodded,

"I-I do." He smiled weakly before kissing the top of your head softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer to him.

"She'll never come near us again," He promised before you relaxed in his arms.

"We have one more problem," You mumbled against his chest as he looked down at you,

"Mrs Lee might be ready to kill you...We have some explaining to do to the market holders." You laughed dryly and he joined in with you and whined a little.

"I'll explain everything, right now."

"Is this an excuse to get out of doing the cooking?" You quizzed as he smirked at you and winked,

"I love you." You told him before grabbing him and kissing him roughly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~two years later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"To the very happy couple!" Mrs Lee cheered as she held up her wine glass getting everyone out in the garden to cheer with them. Hoseok and you were inside the house and smiling over at the contract on the wall,

"Happy to know we stuck to it," Hoseok chuckled as he hung up the wedding certificate beside your marriage contract from when you were kids.

"I love you Mrs Jung," He whispered before brining you into a deep kiss, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as he pulled you closer with a groan,

"How long do you think we have to wait until we can kick them out and I get you all to myself?" He whispered making your entire body shiver,

"Hmm...About six hours, they love a good party." You smirked before slipping away from your husband and going to join everyone outside for a couple of drinks.

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