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boneswriteswords · 4 years

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“Dance with Me” - Thorin Oakenshield

**peeks head in **

Hi! I decided to run with the ‘King With All The Daughters’ thing I started with my last Thorin imagine “He’s Safe.” This will be just a crap ton of one-offs of Thorin, his human S/O, and their adventures together as a couple and as parents to a hoard of little girls. They likely won’t be in any real order but there is a timeline in my mind so good luck trying to follow along, especially since I do not know how to make a masterlist XD

This is the first installment.

This is unbeta’d. I will die like a man who has never proofread in his life.

Enjoy.

It wasn’t unusual for Thorin to invite you for tea after a meeting with his council. You had been part of the company that assisted him in reclaiming Erebor - a human girl with a knack for medicine who had spent a lot of her time traveling and being quick on her feet that Gandalf insisted would be an asset. The older members of the council didn’t like your presence at the table so Thorin kept you there to aggravate them. You were too world-weary to allow them to walk all over you, something that amused the members of the company greatly. For some reason, Thorin valued your input, your opinion of what he should do and how to act, over the opinion of the council.

That or he valued the way you kept Fili and Kili in line.

But you digress.

It wasn’t unusual for Thorin to request your presence after a meeting. You knew to expect him to pull you aside and guide you to a secluded room to talk privately over tea and pastries. It was usually an alcove off the library that only Balin and Ori knew about. Sometimes it was a smaller meeting room or balcony overlooking Dale.

It WAS unusual for Thorin to bring you back to his private chambers. If you weren’t mistaken, it was considered disrespectful for someone outside the family to enter a dwarf’s private rooms. There was sanctity in their personal privacy just as there was sanctity in the secrecy of their culture and traditions. They may boast and jeer in public but they would never allow the public to invade their private.

“Why am I in your room? Isn’t that against some rule in some tome about dwarf etiquette?” you ask, looking around the room curiously, unable to help yourself. This was a sneak peek into the parts of Thorin that wasn’t ‘leader’ or ‘king,’ parts that he kept close to his chest and never allowed anyone to see and you were greedy.

“It is,” he acknowledges, a flash of pride in his eyes, motioning for you to sit at the table nearby “if you are a stranger.” He pauses, turning to the hearth to start up a fire. Winters in the mountain were fierce. Even with all the layers you wore, the chill settled deep in your bones and left you constantly uncomfortable. The others of the company had made it a point to outfit your chambers with a hearth and kept fires going in the rooms where you would be during the day to keep you content and warm.

You greatly appreciated the gesture.

You also greatly appreciated the way the fire cast a glow on Thorin’s face, shadows dancing as the flame rose and flickered as he stoked it.

But you kept that to yourself.

“You, Y/N, are not a stranger,” he continued when he deemed the fire to be acceptable. The certainty in this voice left your heart stuttering. “You are so much more than that.

“O-oh.”

“Dance with me,” Thorin says, holding his hand out for you to take. He blinks, as if the words left his mouth before he realized what he said, but he grins at you anyway, blue eyes glittering.

A weird noise escapes you without meaning to, something akin to a strangled mouse being trampled on because he has no business wanting to touch you while looking so handsome. His grin widens at the noise and you try not to make another one. You know he likes to tease you about all the weird things that come out of your mouth at any given moment and you refuse to give him another soundbite to focus on.

Not now.

There is affection in his gaze and warmth in his smile and you won’t ruin it with whatever odd vocalization your body decides to produce to cope with it.

“No thank you,” you respond, plopping down on the chair he had offered you when you entered the room, pointedly staring up at him. The idea of his hands on you was enough to send your body to the ground in a faint and you were terrified of what effect his hands actually on you would have.

You’d never live it down if you swooned.

“No?” he arches one of his brows at you, the grin shrinking the tiniest bit in a way that makes you want to cry “Why not?”

“No,” you assert, crossing your arms, “I can’t dance. I can barely walk most of the time. I’ll fall.”

His grin is wide again, “I won’t let you fall.”

“I’ll trip.”

“I’ll catch you.”

“I’ll step on your toes and break them.”

“I’ll heal.”

“We don’t have any music.”

“We don’t need any.”

The slow drawl in Thorin’s voice makes your ears grow hot. You are always surprised by how charming he actually is, when he actually cares to have someone like him. Thorin doesn’t care much about how he is perceived as a dwarf as long as he is seen as effective in the roles he has. He is an uncle and a brother, a leader and a king. Rumors mean nothing. Opinions mean even less. He cares about getting the job done.

(So what does that mean, knowing that he cares about what you think of him, you can’t help but wonder.)

Thorin doesn’t wait for you to respond. He takes the step and a half towards your seat and trails his hands down your arms to uncross them before sliding his fingers down to grasp at your hands to pull you from the chair. Your human height makes you taller than him but he doesn’t seem to care as he pulls you further into the room, away from the furniture.

You can’t help it. You stare at where he’s holding on your hands, the way he’s laced your fingers together. His hands are rough, calloused. A worker’s hands. A warrior’s hands. You repress a shiver as you imagine what they’d feel like running over your naked back, your legs, your breasts.

Thorin guides your hands so they are resting on his shoulders before slipping down to clutch at your hips. His face has been softer recently, no longer burning up from the inside with all the anger and hatred that he harbored for so many years, and he no longer keeps everyone at arms length. There is a lot of healing that still needs to be done but the progress that he has made fills you with light.

It is soft now.

You know yours is too.

There was no music but he sways you both back and forth as if there is. His palms are warm through the fabric of your skirt. His shoulders were broad and strong under your hands, his hair soft as it grazes your arms. You can feel each of his fingers as they grip at your hips, suppressing shivers every time his thumb strokes you.

It takes you a minute to realize that you are watching your feet. You weren’t lying when you said you couldn’t dance. The battlefield was where your grace resided, not the dance floor. Your feet never went where you wanted them to go and having all your previous dance partners grumble and limp away from you left you with a complex and a compulsion to watch your feet.

But this was just swaying. There were no impressive moves or intricate steps. You don’t have to follow music or remember a routine. Thorin guides you like he knew you. He knew where you were going to step and followed. Leading without leading. Swaying you and spinning with you as one instead of two. Every step you took, he took a complimentary one, even if it didn’t make sense to him.

He had you.

So you look up from your feet and look at him.

Something must snap inside of him, a cord pulled far too tight, because suddenly, you are being yanked down to your knees on the plush rug and pulled to press completely against him. You melt, molding and clutching hard onto him, a contented little sign escaping you at the feel of his body pressed against yours. You can feel his breath on your neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin.

“If you only knew what you did to me,” he hisses into your throat, his lips grazing as he spoke and you shiver. You arch into him and a sprig of delight fills you when you feel him press against your stomach.

Oh.

He’s big.

“Please.” you whimper, unsure of what you are asking for but accepting of anything he feels like giving you. Thorin’s hands caress and grope over your clothes as he trails small kisses up the side of your neck.

Your jaw.

Your cheek.

“I ache for you,” he growls, “Nightly. Daily. Sometimes hourly.”

“You can have me,” you respond, eyes fluttering open to look at him, unsure of when they closed in the first place.

Thorin kisses like his sole purpose in life is to explore every corner of your mouth with his teeth and tongue and conquer it. Air is irrelevant to him but he pulls back when your lungs start collapsing in on themselves as a courtesy. He dives back in almost immediately, groaning when you get your actual shit together and respond, eagerly and impatiently.

He pulls back, leaving you panting and whining discontentedly.

“We have to stop,” he rasps, his breath intermingling with yours. The whine that rises from you is purely involuntary and he shushes you gently with a small press of his lips to yours. “We have to. I want to do this right.”

“Hu?” you whimper, not understanding. Your brain was scrambling and your core was aching and nothing was making any sense. You just knew that he stopped and you didn’t like it. “Do what?”

Thorin smiles, fingers gripping the sides of your face so you could look him in the eye, “You deserve a courtship. I would not dishonor you by taking you to my bed without everyone in my kingdom knowing that you are mine. I want my braids and my beads in your hair and yours in mine. I want to craft you courting gifts with metal I have molded myself. I want to earn you as my wife, prove that there is no one a better fit for you than I. There will be no doubt in your mind like this is no doubt in mine.”

Every word seems to punch you in the gut as you calm down, reaching up to grip onto his forearms.

“Wha-what brought this on?” you ask, voice trembling the tiniest bit as the gravity of what he’s saying settles in your stomach. He presses another kiss to your mouth. “Wh-hy?”

“You are my One, Amralime,” he states, eyes roaming over your face, “and I will show you how I love you. If you’ll have me.”

It takes a moment for you to come back to reality, his words bathing you in a haze that you weren’t sure you could escape. He had leveled you, collapsing any rational thought from your mind as you rolled in the destruction. Your gaze flickers all over his face, soft and earnest, and you swallow at the impact it has on you.

“I-” you start, clearing your throat and squeezing him tighter to you, “I accept. Show me your love and I’ll show you mine.” There is a stupid smile on your face and you can’t be bothered to care.

His eyes are glittering when he presses his mouth to yours again, his thick fingers sectioning off your hair.

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eris0330 · 7 years

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Myosotis

☽Pairing☾ ; Hoseok!Demi-God | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst | Fluff

☽Word Count☾ ; 3.9k

☽Summary☾ ; Rescued by an known thief, claming to be a Demi-God, you agreed to let him stay on your couch. With one condition: Don’t leave without telling.

On a chilly autumn night between a dark ally, where no one was supposedly going to stop by at midnight, you were cornered up in a dead exit. Your pulse vibrating and pumping as the adrenaline made you run to the nearest hide-out, from the college douchebags who searched adventure for the night.

“Come on little one, don’t you want to have fun with us?” The leader of the group growled, taking his facemask off that you assumed to be just a regular nylon stocking. You spat at him with gritted teeth, feeling the cold wall press against your spine. “Yeah because running away from idiots is so much fun”

“Oh baby, this is just the foreplay” The other right-hand spoke with an obnoxious smile, walking with heavy steps towards you. His hands forming to gripping fists as he adjusted his huge blue jumper jacket, with the third male copying every bit of movement to fit in this scenario.

“Do not even think about touching me!” You yelled, hoping for the empty streets to hear your pleas. The way the leader fiddled with his filthy black hair to get a better look, you swore there were a red hue glistering in his orbs.

“It won’t help screaming like that… you will be needing it later” He threatened, stroking a hand against your hot cheek before you slapped it away in defence. The urge to slap him across the face was tingling at your fingertips, until you heard an unfamiliar fourth voice in the back speak up.

“Oh leave the poor girl alone boys. Find someone who is WILLING to sleep with you, than forcing them. That’s at least legal.” You head tilting to watch the black silhouette form at the entrance of the ally, with an unknown facial of a shadow. His voice was delicate, comedic but sweet.

“Isn’t that the guy who says he’s some weird god?” The right-hand commented, scrunching his brows in the process of scanning the back. The leader taking the opportunity to sneak a take for himself, as for laughing in the results.

“Shit you’re right.” He spat with a smile, before leaving the victimised you, to be left back. His hands clapping together, warming up for a fist fight.

“What are you going to do? Zap us??” The third commented, before joining his crew in the meantime. The unknown speaker only cracked a half-hearted smile, blinding in the dark shadows of the night.

“Oh please… That’s Zeus’ job.” A smile turning upside down, disappearing at your sight. The figure lost in time and space, before one by one of the gang fell to their knees. Their groans in agony and confusion rising before you, realising that you could be in danger too. There was no understanding in the light of this, but panic layered upon your shoulders before dashing towards the only exit in the ally.

Your feet burning and forehead sweating, with unknown tears falling at the corner of the eyes. Stopping to catch a breath, as the familiar neighbourhood came to life in the street lights. Your own love and home, was just a few street blocks away and it was all over.

“What was that?” You questioned yourself, before huffing your way to seek comfort. The lost memory of people falling to their knees and the silhouette of a man, gone.

“I saved you and you just leave me hanging??” The familiar man standing in the tracks of your return, surprised at his broad chest blocking your way. Stepping back to see the face unfold, of a beautiful young man with light brown hair. His eyes black as the coal on Christmas night, with the dimples digging into his cheeks as he smiled. Ripped clothing, but didn’t seem to be homeless as for his clean self. Your eyebrows knitting in confusion, once again.

“W-Wait? What? I-I” You stuttered, before the laughter came back like music to your ears. There was something about him, that made your heart skip a beat, or was it just the aftermath of an escape?

“A ‘Thank you’, would be nice” He answered, letting his long eyelashes bat in your direction. Your mouth quivering, wrapping your head around this specific topic, because the reason to be this mute wasn’t the fact you were almost attacked. But, the rumours about him being a Demi-god was a whole new level of insanity.

“T-Thank you” You managed to speak, sporting back the smile you were slowly falling for. “Great! But I could use a place to crash” He replied, bowing down to catch your eyes on the same level. Your mouth gapped and eyes wide, realising where you remembered that familiar smile. From a mug shot.

“YOU’RE THAT THIEF!” You yelled, getting your mouth covered with his thin fingers as if it didn’t need anything else to block your vocals. “Hush little one. You don’t want to wake the whole neighbourhood, right?” He whispered up close, sensing the aroma of his mint breath and cologne.

“B-But why are you not in jail??? You stole the ring of Myosotis!!!” You spoke eagerly as whipping his blockage away, to catch him off surprise.

“They didn’t have any proof it was me, so I walked out.” Shoulder shrugged and the most pleasant smirk appeared, making you laugh due to the humorous meeting with the famous phantom thief. “So, because you did a good deed suddenly, you think I’ll let you sleep in my house?”

“Isn’t that obvious? I could use a place to crash for the time being, since I’m not exactly accepted back in heaven yet” He suggested, walking with steady steps towards your house. You caught up to walk beside him, watching the features on his face to not read any of his thoughts. Even though he was a criminal, there was something about him that assured you security and comfort.

“Hold up.” You stopped his tracks, stepping in front to see his face surprised and intrigued by your appealing posture. “If you’re going to crash on my couch. There is one condition! ALWAYS tell me when you’re leaving the house!”

Your eyes locked with each other, finding his amused smile to trigger a tickle in your stomach. His hand unfolded and directed in your way, you took it with pleasure without thinking further. “It’s a deal.”

It wasn’t that he tried to do any harm on you, in fact he just saved your life from a gang of college idiots that even for the weak hearted, would appreciate. To any other person, this would seem insane and put yourself in danger, but there was something in his smile that assured you he was nothing but a guy with grand expectations of himself. A Demi-god? That’s ridiculous, but still oddly enough believable of his statement with pride.

“So… A Demi-God, huh?” Walking inside the less furniture house, you threw your keys at the table, making the familiar sound of crashing metal. “Yeah, a Demi-God. Why do you humans ask me that, in such a way of sarcasm?” He responded, setting foot to sit on the brown fluffy couch.

“Whatever you are, Mr. Demi-God-“

“Please. Just call me Hoseok… Maybe that way you won’t look at me with that obnoxious expression” He interrupted making your fists clench at the attitude, even after accepting his plea of taking up your couch.

“Then Hoseok, how long are you going to stay?” You questioned, walking towards him with folded arms. His brunette hair covering his blissful forehead, you found him intriguing in the broken lamps light.

“Till I get my pass to go back.”

“A pass, to where?”

“Heaven.” He answered, to his smile faded along the way to the point you could sense the tense aura of the subject.

“You know what? I need to slumber on this, because I am insane for letting you in but fuck it.” You spoke, already feeling the tiredness overcome like a blanket. Your hands unfolded and fallen to the side of your hips to walk towards the lonely bedroom in the back.

“Wait! You don’t want to know what kind of God I am???!” He yelled from afar, getting you to rub your temples as if a headache formed but it was just a person. “Not tonight Hoseok.”

Waking up the early mornings as the sunlight broke the frigid night, you pondered about the previous episode. It wasn’t every day you would stop by a thief, let alone sleep on your couch. Walking out of the bedroom exit, you noticed the curled-up ball of his form on the sofa, as you rebounded the strap around your hips. Your foot kicking at the lifeless leg hanging from the furniture, to receive a person who was creating eyebags of the harsh night.

“Wake up sleeping beauty” You commented with your rusty morning voice, to proceed in the kitchen of brewing coffee. The sound of bones cracking and an unpredictable moan, the man on the couch was sitting comfortable against the fabric. “What time is it?” He questioned, listening to a voice you wished to not hear again, because it was so god damn sexy. Raspy, low and just how you liked it. His footsteps dragged along the woodened floor, feeling his presence come close.

“About 10 o’clock.” Pouring up the hot coffee, sprinkled with a bit of sugar as he got himself a cup.

“So, Mr. Criminal” You continued, receiving a glare as of not using his name that he wished. You smiled cockily, as you stirred the liquid with a spoon. “How much is that ring worth, for you to steal it in the first place?” Your eyes layered upon the blue hued ring on his finger, as it glimpsed at the sunlight coming through the windows. The feel of magic and fantasy flowing through your veins, watching his smile unfold of the question.

“It’s not just an ordinary ring, but it’s worth nothing.” He answered, sipping on the coffee as the taste of bitter liquid hitting his taste buds. “Not unless you’re a Demi-God” His answer only made your temples pulsate at the thought of his previous confession, that there are Demi-Gods walking around on earth. As if you were placed in a movie, you weren’t supposed to be assigned to.

“This Demi-God thing, what’s it worth to you?” You questioned, closing your eyes as if it weren’t crazy enough to ask that.

“It’s worth everything to me, but enough about that. I’m very curious, why did you let me in so easily?” A kitten-like-face leaning upon his hand, watching your body lean against the counter table. You pondered along the sound of his purrs, waiting for an answer. To be fair, it was crazy for you to let a man, yet a supernatural being in your house. He could kill you if it meant that he only had to lift a finger, but it wasn’t the aura you got from him.

“How about, you prove to me that you’re a Demi-God and I will tell you why I let you inside, yeah?” Oh boy how were you regretting every word, as he gave you a devilish smile. You didn’t know what to expect, than everything becoming in slow motion. His body posture as tense like a hunter, as his eyes glowed brighter and that dammed beautiful smile. The messy morning hair stroked back, to see his form coming closer to stand, right in front of you.

“Do you feel it?” He whispered against your ear, as the hot breath hitting your neck. A hand stroking your arm, forming chills along your spine while the feel of your legs giving in. Eyes locked together, you could sense the universe in his orbs as if you became lose.

“A Demi-God in Energy. I take the life forms from flowers, electricity and people. I can feel your powering energy degrade by every second as I’m speaking, because I’m taking it away…” What was he doing to you, sucking out your energy? Your heart’s beat slowed down by each taking breath, catching you off guard feeling his hands continuing to be stroking your soft bare skin as nothing made sense.

“This doesn’t pro-“ Your own strength falling to below average as you gripped onto Hoseok’s shirt, clutching hard with the last mounts of your strength. His arms locking around your waist to keep you close, as the feel of your legs has disappeared.

“Careful now. You have quite the energy, and I was about to doubt if it would ever reach to this point…” He muttered, feeling your body shake within his touch. You couldn’t speak, the numbness of your body growing further to the rest of your dying limbs.

“Good thing is, I can always give it back… Want me to do that?” His forehead touching your own, holding you tighter to not let you fall on the ground. His eyes glowing once again, as you could only nod an answer. “Good girl, because if you didn’t want me to, you might die right here, and now”

The left arm of his grip loosened, tilting your head with the help of your chin. His slender fingers stroking the pink shaded lips of yours, as he locked his eyes on you. The tip of his nose rubbing your own, not even realising his lips coming closer by millimetres. His breath hitting your skin, warming it up before he brushed his soft lips against yours. It was sweet, and bitter from the coffee. You could sense the universe surrounding the earth of stars and beautiful hues of colours. It was overwhelming as your eyes closed to indulge in the kiss, as the feel of your energy getting restored. Soft, careful and daring, heating up by the second you could move yourself. It was too good to let go, as your consciousness returned. You were breathless, when the feel of his lips leaving your own and the stars disappearing like your own sanity. Pushing his broad chest away from your heated body, you touched the not so innocent lips.

“What the fuck Hoseok” You spoke, feeling embarrassed of the sudden seduction and submission. It wasn’t bad, at all and that’s what scared you. In less than 24-hours meeting a stranger, you were already kissing him.

“You told me to prove that I was a Demi-God. So I did?” He chuckled, walking back to sit on a bar chair.

“Was it necessary with the kiss?” You questioned with a whisper, seeing the flashbacks of his lips moving ever so delicate against yours. “No, but I did it anyways. It’s the fastest way to re-transfer the energy, didn’t like it?” He laughed, watching your rogue cheeks flush at the comment.

“Shut up.” You snickered, returning to make a decent breakfast. The burning feeling in the bottom of your core, was scaring you as how much you wanted to try it once again.

“so, about your acceptance of my stay, what’s the reason?” He spoke, raising a brow in expectations of a decent answer, but you just sighed in process.

“I was once the one who needed a place to crash. No one would let me in, and I had to sleep on benches. I know the suffering of being left alone, and that’s what I can’t let others happen to them. It’s too painful, being rejected a warm place, left in the cold.” You quickly spoke, turning around to avoid his eyes. They were burning in your back, as you felt the presence of his chest behind you. His gesture making you turn around, to face his caring eyes that you never knew would come again. “Thank you.” He replied, giving a securing smile of importance of one’s suffering.

Hoseok continued to live on your couch, to settle on a nights evening to watch your favourite movie even if it meant chic-flicks. You learned about the historic adventures of his traveling and how long he had stayed on earth. Hoseok was an appreciated Demi-God in a different world outside your own, as the fallen angel. The power he consumed was bigger than any other Demi-God’s, due to its power of sucking and giving energy. He has had a ‘normal’ human life, sent back to learn a lesson, but never knew when he could go back. It’s been several years, stuck on a walking pavement as the same silhouette of people and buildings with criminals hiding inside.

Your bodies cuddled up on the couch, remembering the weeks together spent doing what you loved. You grew to love a stranger that rescued your ass from idiots, and not just any stranger, but a dismissed God. His fingers knowing every curve of your body, how you sound when things are stressed or the tension rising. He promised to never use his powers on you or the house, unless it meant an energy shut down. He became a friend, your best friend and lover. The ways he continued to help cook, hear your thoughts and massage the stress away when things were out of control.

“Can I ask you something?” You questioned, letting go of the cave you have hidden in at the crook of his soft neck. His familiar smile and curiosity peeking, turning to face you while continuing to brush his fingers through your hair. “Shoot.”

“What does the Myosotis ring have to do with you?” You continued, feeling his chest rise before an exhausted sigh escaped. Hoseok wasn’t sure what to say, because of the selfish lies that bought with him on his shoulders. His fingers glazing upon the blue-hued ring, feeling its power radiate against his touch.

“When I was sent here due to my selfish mistakes, I never knew what they wanted me to do. They told me to learn a lesson… but not what it was. I was probably too busy blocking out the info of the fact that I was kicked out of heaven, that I missed it. It’s been years… and I finally found the ring” He spoke with a low tone, taking the ring off in attempt of looking at the silver outline. His eyes adverted on the one piece of jewellery, that were nothing but recognition.

“Do you know the flower, Myosotis? The ring is named after the flower, because the one person that wears it, will never be forgotten…. It’s foolish, I know. But I deeply thought, that they had forgotten about me. That I was nothing more, than a human.” He finished, pursing his lips into a thin line. Your heart breaking at the thought, of how lonely Hoseok must have been. Left by himself because his mistakes of choosing what he could do, than what others wanted him to. Your finger brushing gently against his bare chest, before lining his sharp jawline. Your lips softly planted on his cheek to show him love, compassion and security, like he has done to you this whole time.

“I will never forget you, Hoseok.” You whispered, receiving a smile that almost blinded your sight. His lips returned the sweetened kiss, before aligning the ring upon your finger.

“I hope not. But, with this, I will never forget you either.” Your love shared in time and space of unknown materials, that right here and now, you had Hoseok by your side. Your kisses and bed time stories received with comfort and affectionate love, was more than you could ever ask for.

The same night, cuddled into his embrace, Hoseok was having a sleepless night. For a typical reason, as another Demi-God walking around on earth. Hoseok sensed him just a few days ago, but shrug it off as it disappeared from time to time. But he always knew, the other God was there. It was thing between Demi-Gods to sense each other, for evil or good, it didn’t matter. In this situation, he didn’t know what to expect. But one thing he knew, was that it wouldn’t take long before the Demi-God would find him. Kissing you on the forehead, before heading out of the bedroom, memorising the slim hallway with pictures of the two of you hanging in beautiful frames. Hoseok felt honoured, to be a part of your life, but it was time to go.

“Yoongi.” Hoseok blurted out, seeing the silhouette scanning the unfamiliar room. Yoongi was Hoseok’s partner in crime, when it came to things in heaven. The paradise they created together, has found balance as to find justice together.

“It’s time to go home, Hoseok.” Yoongi commented, hugging the friend he has missed so much after years of being separated. Hoseok was happy, finding another of his own kind but it also meant, that he had to give a farewell of the other part that bought him joy.

“Why now?” He asked after letting go of his friend, watching the facial expression of joy turn serious. “You have learned to love, to respect another being. You have become benevolent, and changed. The God’s want you back in your service, now.” Yoongi explained, walking towards the exit as the light aligned in the creek of the door. It was the entrance to heaven, to where Hoseok belonged. It was the feel of nostalgia, that made him take steps towards it, but stopped at the thought of you.

“Can I get a minute…?” Hoseok requested, watching a single nod before walking back to the bedroom. Your body curled into a ball on the bed, with the sheets covering the petty things that he loved. The way you laughed, smiled, sarcasm and just you. Your hair spread along the white pillow, brushing his fingers through it one last time, waking you up in the process.

“Hoseok..?” You muttered in half-dread, watching the tears form in the corner of his eyes. “Hey….” He replied with his choking voice, watching you sit up from the bed, to hold your arms on his chest. The feel of his heart beating slow and steady, but why did he look so sad?

“I have to go for a while….” He added, drying away the tears that threatened to roll down. He wanted you to remember the smiles he gave, the love he glowed than the sorrowful pain he was in right now.

“Where..? For how long…?” You questioned brushing your fingers along his heated cheek, clutching harder to his arm for not letting him go, receiving an assuring smile of ‘don’t worry’, but you couldn’t help it. Hoseok didn’t speak a word, than his eye glowing the familiar golden hue. The tears falling harder, and soon you were mirroring him. None of you could speak a word, neither could you resists the feel of exhaustion hit your body. Your mind was awake, but he was taking away your force.

“I love you… I will always love you.” He muttered under his breathless voice, holding back his tears without vail. Your eyes closing at the feel of his lips upon yours one last time, not knowing that was the last time you would see him with your own eyes. Your sleepless body, taken away from all energy, he tucked you in as he always did before bed. But this time, without him in it. His finger brushing against Myosotis ring, that was placed upon your finger forever. He left your presence, before taking one last sight.

“I fulfilled your condition, but I had to break a promise. I’m sorry…” He choked one last cry, leaving the room unclosed as he found Yoongi leaning against the doorway. Hoseok’s blood shot eyes, made Yoongi only give one last glance, unsure if he should question it or continue to ignore the problems that always occurred in their presence.

“We should go.” Hoseok finished, walking through the gate without looking back. The image of your beautiful face plastered in his mind, was hoping you would keep yours, even though he broke his. Don’t forget him.

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