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isimpformikaelsons · 2 years

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soulmate au - part two

hey, so I know it's been a while :) I've been really busy with other stuff but I hope you all enjoy part two to soulmate au :)

soulmate AU: a small mark where your soulmate first touches you, when they touch you it disappears

after that night you barely saw Elijah, but most evenings you felt him, felt that he was close, felt his eyes on you, it never for very long and he never let you see him, it was weird... you still wanted to talk, you wanted to get to know your soulmate, you wanted to be with him, you wanted to be his soulmate

you walked through the door silently, begging to yourself that she didn't hear you and she was that drunk out of her head she was asleep

mom-"Y/N" you heard her loudly slur from the kitchen, she was drunk you could practically smell it from the door

y/n-"of course" you whispered as low as you could as you walked towards her in the kitchen she was rummaging through the fridge most likely looking for another beer

mom-"you...ya little shit, why did I get a call from your teacher saying your failing history, it woke me fucking up" she said venomously glaring at you

y/n-"I don't know mom...why are you even here shouldn't you be at your boyfriend's or somewhere," you asked timidly, but raged just built in her eyes, she raised a hand to you looking like sheds about to hit you

mom-"look at you, pathetic, im not gonna hit ya, even if you deserve it," she said laughing, pulling her hand back, you took an unsteady couple of breaths, you tried to walk past her to grab a glass of water but she pulled her arm in front of you interrupting your path

mom-"but if I get a call from that teacher of yours again im gonna have to beat you so bad your teacher don't recognise which parent to call, you hear me" she threatened and you took a breath nodding quickly, you ignored the glass of water you previously wanted and you ran upstairs shutting the door behind you breathing a sigh of relief

you pulled out your phone before throwing your bag onto the floor next to your bed, you slumped down onto the bed going to call Alaric

* on the phone *

Alaric-"hey y/n, is everything okay"

y/n-"yeah, did you call my mom saying I'm falling behind in history," you said slightly annoyed, he knew everything that was going on with the threats of Klaus

Alaric-"I'm sorry y/n the school said I had too, I tried to hold off as long as I could" he admitted

y/n-"Alaric come on, with everything going on you expect me to be caught up," you asked

Alaric-"it's not just you, it's, bonnie care Elena and Stefan, I'm gonna do what I can to help you all out but they need proof that you are progressing"

y/n-"this is so annoying," you say falling back on your bed your phone still pressed against your ear

Alaric-"I know it is, how bout' you all come in tomorrow and we can do as much as we can to get you back up to speed" you sighed again

y/n-"okay I'll see you tomorrow," you said tiredly

Alaric-"try to revise, please it will help," he said quickly as you hung up the phone and sighed, with everything that has been going on and everything that is going to happen, you ironically didn't really have time for history

* time skip to the night *

you only slipped downstairs once to grab a snack and some water, your mother was passed out on the couch, it was the quietest you had been creeping around the house, you never left the bedroom otherwise

you were spinning around on your chair aimlessly, avoiding the work that was on your desk, you got up from your chair and opened the window, wanting to get some air, you have been sitting in this stuffy room for ages, you wanted a break, you sat on the edge of the window sill, looking outside, you didn't realise how long you have been sitting at your desk when you saw the day had faded to darkness

y/n-"how long was I staring at my work," you said quietly to yourself,

as you were procrastinating further you felt a gush of wind go past you. you turned around and saw Elijah, standing there fixing his sleeve with a smirk tugging at his lips watching you closely

y/n-"Elijah," you say with a fond smile, happy you were finally talking to him

Elijah-"you looked troubled my darling, I thought I'd check on you" your cheeks flushed at his statement, so he does care about you

Elijah-"so what is troubling you," he asked after his smirking again at your flushed cheeks. your body fidgeted against the window sill feeling your skin stick against the material,

y/n-"nothing supernatural this time, actual human problems, I'm behind in history so much that Alaric phoned my mom," you said trying to forget how nervous he was making you and remember what words your mom uttered to you earlier in the day

Elijah-"is that the result of Klaus's threats"he asked you nodded solemnly, sighing at everything going on recently

y/n-"sometimes I forget that I have a real-life outside of the supernatural world," you say slightly debilitated by everything in your life leaning further back against the window

Elijah-"I see that it could get hard to handle both lives, especially when there both getting harder and harder" he said calmly with sincerity, as you run your hands over your face trying to wake yourself up,

y/n-" yeah, and I've been staring at my work for hours, but nothing is coming out, i just cant finish anything" you say moving to sit back over to your desk, Elijah walked closer to you, standing directly behind you, he placed a hand on the back of your chair peering over you reading some of the papers left lazily on your desk, your eyes diverted to where his hand landed but you quickly focused on the work in front of you, or atleast you tried

Elijah-"what is it about," he asked with his eyes directed at your papers

y/n-"the founding families and what they did in mystic falls" Elijah smiled, his eyes finishing scanning over the papers keeping his place with his finger

Elijah-"ah yes...arrogant men reclaming a land that was home to thousands before them, renaming it to make it new" he said with a touch of sarcasm, you looked at him confused turning slightly so you can look at him better, his hand never left the back of your chair

y/n-"wait, what do you take so much offence to that," you say with a cheeky smirk, your eyes meeting his,

Elijah-"me and my family, we lived here before we were even vampires," he said fondly like he was thinking about the happy memories

y/n-"wait how long ago was that. if no one has record of it, it must of been..." you trailled off completely turned away from your work and pulled your knee upholding it in place locking your finger under your knee

Elijah-"over a thousand years ago," your eyes went wide your mouth falling agape, he's a thousand years old, Elijah had moved so he was standing against your desk turned to look at you

y/n-"sometimes i forget how old vampired can really be...one thousand years, that's such a long time, you have literally watched the world, be built," you said trying your hardest to not stumble on your words, Elijah leaned up against your small desk fully as your eyes were glued to his, waiting for his next words

Elijah-"we had a hand in it actually, we built some of our favourite towns," he says speaking with his hands, with a slight smile at how much you were paying attention, he found it adorable watching the astonishment in your eyes

y/n-"it must be so weird to watch... you watched the world go from that to now, and enjoy every good part of it," you said in fascination, you would have loved to see what life was like that long ago

Elijah-"it was interesting to see if you sit and think about it, we never really had a chance to admire the world's joys," he said dejectedly, you looked at him slightly confused, the tone changed completely with what he said like a bad memory came crashing in

y/n-"what do you mean," you said sympathetically, you wanted him to trust you

Elijah-" it doesn't matter," he said coldly, looking around the room for any distractions

Elijah-"don't you have work to do," he said changing the subject immediately, you decided not to push it, its obviously a touchy subject

y/n-"im not focusing...i dont think my head could take it at the moment" you pushed away from the desk, leaving your work there completely neglected, you walked past Elijah, his eyes watching you closely, you climbed onto your bed, your eyes meeting Elijah's hawk-like view

y/n-"can I ask you a question," you say sitting against your headboard opposite Elijah, he nodded shifting slightly himself before returning his gaze to you

y/n-"what is going on between us, since I first met you I've barely seen you, you tell me that were soulmates and destined to be together forever and have like the truest love and then we don't speak, or even see each other for weeks... i feel you, i know your there i just dont see you"Elijah looked at you as you spoke with hesitancy in his eyes like he was choosing what to say to you

Elijah-"I wanted to give you space, you...when we first met you were confused and fearful of what was happening i didnt want to infulence any decison you made " he blurted out, your eyes narrowed at him, it was an excuse, you know it

y/n-"yeah but I also said I needed your help, I don't get any of this, it's so complicated, Elijah your a thousand years old, you've had that long to figure your shit out, think over the whole soulmate thing, I'm 17, last year I was still figuring how to sneak my mom's booze out of the house without getting caught and now I'm dealing with one of best friends being hunted down by one of the oldest vampires for some reason? and to add onto that, im a soulmate half to a vampire nearly as old, I'm so scared, so confused, and the one person who knows about all this shit is avoiding me like the plague, I need you, Elijah, I have so many questions, and I don't wanna find out from bonnie, I wanna find out from you, my soulmate "you admitted shyly, leaving out the problems with your family, you really just wanted to know him, know about this, you pleaded with him with your eyes, Elijah looked at you with a smile, he walked closer to you and sat next to you on the bed, his body was inches away from yours

Elijah-"what would you like to know, I'll answer anything you want" you smiled happily ready to ask a lot of questions

*while later*

you yawned lightly and blinked a few times trying to keep yourself awake, Elijah must have noticed because he stopped his sentence dead in his tracks

Elijah-"you can ask more questions later, get some sleep," he says warmly, trying to off your bed

y/n-"wait I have one more," you said in a sleepy state pulling his attention back to you, his eyes landed on yours, your half-open eyes, looking up at him

Elijah-"of course," he said quietly, smiling down at you

y/n-"can you stay the night, I wanna watch a movie with you," he looked at you for a few seconds until his face softened even more with an affectionate smile, he stood up and shrugged the jacket off his shoulders and placed it over your chair, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie, your eyes traced his body as he got comfortable, his muscles through his shirt, your cheeks heated up as you watched him closely

Elijah-"are you alright" he questioned with a smirk, knowing the reason your heartbeat was racing, and your cheeks were a bright red, you nodded and turned away quickly, Elijah moved to sit next to you again, you picked up the remote and moved closer to Elijah, you put on your favourite movie, a little into the movie Elijah moved his hand behind you on your headboard, you looked over at him wanting to cuddle into his side but being nervous about overstepping, Elijah must have noticed

Elijah-"I won't bite," he said softly, his eyes never leaving the screen, you smiled giddily and cuddled into his side, your head resting on his chest, the hand that was resting on your headboard moved to your waist, his large hand covering your side

y/n-"for the record, you do bite," you said drowsily focusing on the movie, Elijah chuckled slightly

Elijah-"never you" he whispered, his own eyes returning to the movie you had put on

*a little while later*

about 30 minutes into the movie you were completely asleep, your hand moved to his heart, Elijah had pulled you even closer into him so half of your body was on his, Elijah hasn't felt like this in a very long time, you were hope, for him, he completely gave up on finding you, he thought that love was useless, but you're here he's actually holding you in his arms, he honestly couldn't believe it, he made a promise to himself that he'll always be there for you, whatever it could be, he didn't want to leave he wanted to stay here with you all night but he heard your mother come up the stairs

Elijah-"ill be back soon I promise," he says carefully untangling himself from you, and pressing a kiss to the side of your head pulling the blankets over you before zooming off, your mom came stomping past waking you up you turned looking around for him but he left, your almost happy he did, dreading what would of happened if she had found you and him

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kirieshhhka003 · 3 years

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(First, I'm French and my English is terrible, so let me know if you don't understand something).Hi darling, I've read your blog for a long time, but it's the first time I've placed an order. Can you call me Venus if you like? Anyway, I've been thinking about Josuke declaring himself to his S/O who studies in the same class as him. I keep thinking about him screaming "I love you" and running away. Would you have any headcanons about it?

Hi Venus! Thank you for your request, my lovely

Pairing: Josuke Higashikata x GN! Reader

Warnings: language

Josuke confessing his feelings to reader headcanons + scenario

This is the first time ever Josuke feels this kind of attachment to someone, and honestly, it annoys him so freaking much. He hates the way his breath hitches when you smile at him, asking how he’s been. Hates how he spends all day staring at you and then gets a detention for not listening properly to the teacher

We all daydream before falling asleep and Josuke is not an exemption, he loves making fake scenarios in his head about him becoming a fashion model or Tomoko getting him a dog etc. But once brunette catches himself on the thought of him spending time with Y/n. It’s not only hanging out together, but something way more… pleasant and romantic. That time Josuke realized that he fell in love

Realization of falling for someone really disquiets poor boy, he doesn’t know how to act around Y/n! They’ve been friends since first day of high school, and if Josuke tries to ignore or avoid them it definitely will hurt them deeply! But what if Y/n notice how strange he acts around them? They’d immediately understand what’s going on, and Higashikata doesn’t want to ruin their friendship!

Josuke is a pro at procrastination and avoiding important conversations. After months of beating around the bush, trying to find a proper way and excuse to approach you, boy just decides to let it be, not making any attempts to confess

The main reason for Higashikata’s inaction is of course doubt. A shit ton of doubt. What if Y/n doesn’t feel the same way about Josuke and want everything to stay the same between them? What if they reject Josuke’s feelings and won’t even want staying friends with brunette anymore? What if they actually secretly hate him and keep on being friends with Josuke just because of congenital politeness? All those thoughts gnaw poor diamond boy, he can’t even sleep properly at night. Few weeks later it’s impossible not to notice dark bags under brunette’s eyes, and even layers of Tomoko’s concealer don’t help hiding them

One day Okuyasu gets sick of his bro always keeping his head in a clouds and suffering from insomnia. “Listen dude. Either you go and confess to Y/n, or I’m doing it myself! Even I got tired of this shit”. Josuke freezes at Nijimura’s words, the image of his best friend coming to Y/n and saying something like “Hey, my bro Josuke wants to kiss you and stuff, so go and finally do something with it” makes goosebumps rise on his skin, so Higashikata jumps off his seat yelling “Okay okay I’ll do it myself, just shut up!!!”

The next day brunette catches you up in the hall at the end of school day, asking you to stay for a little bit longer because he has something to talk to you about

- Oh, Josuke! Did something happen? You need help? - you ask, looking up at your classmate intently, your eyes full of confusion, but also interest

Boy rises his hands up, shaking his head carefully, so he won’t damage his precious pompadour, letting you know that he’s fully fine

- Ughhh, no, there’s nothing to worry about, - brunette smiles shyly, scratching the back of his neck nervously. - I just… gotta tell you something real quick, - Josuke says and you notice how red tips of Josuke’s ears are

- Oh, what is that? - you inquire, patiently waiting for your classmate to answer. You’re caught off guard, to say the least. You’ve been friends with Higashikata since first day of high school and you’ve never seen him acting so anxious before

Josuke feels his heart racing wild, trying to tear through the rib cage, and boy swallows a thick lump in his throat, worrying if you can hear this sound too. Higashikata closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, making a vain attempt to calm down

- I like you very much! - Josuke blurts out, looking down, staring on his shoes, desperately avoiding eye contact with you

Thick silence settles between you two, you look at Josuke, now completely baffled

- Um, I like you too? - you answer a few seconds later, shrugging your shoulders. You notice how Josuke lowers his shoulders a little and only now you start realizing what exactly Higashikata meant

- No, like, I like you way more than just “like”… I mean… goddamn, - Josuke prattle, his thoughts scatter and it looks like all the right words run away from him, not leaving brunette even a single chance to explain himself. He shuts himself down for a few seconds, taking a deep breath and pulling himself together before saying:

- Look, I like you. Not like a friend. I wanna hold hands with you, go out for dates and stuff. Sooo, what would you say? - Josuke finally finds the strength to look you in the eyes, his fingers fiddling nervously with the sleeves of his jacket as he waits patiently for your answer

Josuke’s heart twist into a tight knot and boy almost forgets how to breath as he looks into your deep e/c eyes

So, what is your answer?

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lillupon · 4 years

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I've always seen Wonwoo as a dense person when it comes to interest. So I imagine a scene with bigger impact for him to realize that Mingyu is indeed attracted to him - his very own student desires him. Like Mingyu being hit by his rut during school hours, on livid riot whenever someone comes close to the omega. Eventually, teachers came to haul his ass out (with great struggle), only to walk away calmly at Wonwoo's behest. And before whisks the alpha away, he sneaks a peck over Wonwoo's lips.

** This Ask was sent in prior to chapter 8 **

Oh! I love the idea of Mingyu being the one to go into rut. It honestly never occured to me. That would be a delicious alternative because I imagine that omegas are affected by rut pheromones the same way alphas are affected by heat pheromones. Wonwoo probably doesn't realise that Mingyu's rut pheromones are interfering with his scent blockers until it's too late.

As usual, this is way too long because I'm procrastinating on my main works, haha.

Maybe Wonwoo picks up on the difference in Mingyu during first block. Most of the time teenagers are sleepy during their morning classes. But Mingyu is especially friendly and needy that day. Always putting up his hand to ask for help, calling out "Mr. Jeon!" from across the classroom while Wonwoo is occupied with another student.

Wonwoo finds it endearing. He kneels beside Mingyu's desk and says, "Alright, Mingyu. What can I help you with?"

Mingyu turns the worksheet towards Wonwoo and taps a problem. "I'm not sure how to do this one."

So Wonwoo explains that Mingyu used the wrong equation to calculate the total resistance. "Whenever we add resistors in parallel, the total resistance actually has to decrease. This can be a little strange, because the total resistance can decrease even when the second pathway has a higher resistance than the first..." He trails off when he realises that Mingyu's gaze is fixed on him, rather than the worksheet. Wonwoo swallows and adjusts his glasses with a middle finger. "Mingyu?" he asks, peeking up from overtop his glasses.

Mingyu's got his elbow on his desk, cheek resting on a fist. "Hmm?" he hums, giving Wonwoo a lush-lipped smile.

"Are you paying attention?"

"Yeah. I always pay attention to you, Mr. Jeon," Mingyu says. Bold, as if those words could not be misconstrued by the twenty-nine other students in the class.

I meant the question, Wonwoo doesn't know how to clarify. But surely that's what Mingyu had meant? Paying attention to the problem, paying attention to the teacher--aren't those the same thing? So he clears his throat and resumes his explanation.

At the end of class, Wonwoo stands near the doorway and waves to his students as they file out of the room. Mingyu is the last one to leave, trailing a few feet behind Junhui and Seungcheol.

"Thanks for your help today, Mr. Jeon. This stuff makes a lot more sense to me now," Mingyu says. As he thanks Wonwoo, he reaches out to brush his fingers against Wonwoo's arm.

Even through the cotton of his dress shirt, the touch leaves sparks of electricity jumping across Wonwoo's skin. Barring that day in the classroom when Wonwoo had entered pre-heat, Mingyu has never touched him. Wonwoo wonders what has gotten into Mingyu, and what has changed that Mingyu is now breaking down the touch-barrier that stands between them.

Wonwoo gets his answer at lunch. He, Jeonghan, and Joshua make their way down to the staffroom for a luncheon. They are sidetracked by a crowd of students in the hallway.

Joshua pauses. He tips his nose to the air and sniffs. Makes a face. "Oh, Jesus. We got an alpha about to go into rut." He strides down the hall, Jeonghan at his heels. Wonwoo, curiosity piqued, tags along behind them.

"Excuse me, coming through," Joshua says, wedging his way between the students. He has cleared a path through the students, allowing Wonwoo to follow behind him.

The alpha in question is Mingyu, and he looks pissed off. He's looming over another student, lats flared in alpha posturing. His face looks as though it has been carved from marble: jaw clenched tight and brows drawn into a furious vee.

"Alright, Mingyu," Joshua says. "We better get you home."

"What? I didn't even do anything," Mingyu says. He tilts his head in the other student's direction. "If anything, you should be sending him home."

"I believe you," Joshua says. He hovers a hand over Mingyu's elbow, trying to guide away--not touching, but it's still the wrong move.

Mingyu smacks Joshua's hand aside. "Don't touch me," he snarls.

Joshua does a remarkable job of staying calm, though Wonwoo knows it must be difficult for an alpha to deal with another alpha in rut without the whole situation deteriorating into aggression. Jeonghan has gotten the students to leave the area, although a few wait in watch at the end of the hall.

"I'm not telling you to go home because of whatever conflict you were having," Joshua says. "I'm telling you to go home because you're about to enter rut."

"I'm not leaving. I have an important hockey game after lunch," Mingyu says.

"Your team will just have to make-do without you," Joshua responds.

"I'll get him checked out at the office and escort him out," Jeonghan says. He's a beta, so he has a better chance of getting Mingyu out of the school without butting heads.

Mingyu is growling now, hackles raised. "I said: I'm not leaving."

There's a funny feeling twisting up Wonwoo's stomach. He hates that it does something to him: the knowledge that Mingyu is on the brink of rut. And while Wonwoo doesn't want to be caught on the wrong side of Mingyu's anger, neither can he deny that Mingyu looks hot when he's pissed off. Wonwoo can feel his cheeks warm as he admits this to himself.

Mingyu sidesteps Joshua, only to be blocked by an arm coming down in front of his body. Mingyu narrows his eyes at the arm. Turns to fix Joshua with a cold and flinty stare, his expression going tight with anger. "Move."

Joshua is starting to grow agitated, too. Wonwoo can tell from the way his nostrils flare and the way his lips are pressed together in a white slash. That's when Wonwoo steps out from behind Joshua and Jeonghan, putting himself between Mingyu and the two teachers.

"Please try to understand, Mingyu," Wonwoo says. He holds up open palms in a placating gesture. Tentatively, he reaches out to rest his fingertips on Mingyu's arm. The muscles there tense, and then relax. "It's for your own safety, and the safety of others."

Mingyu exhales sharply out of his nose.

Wonwoo offers Mingyu a small smile. Then, he says to Jeonghan and Joshua over his shoulder, "I can sign him out. I'll make sure he leaves the school grounds."

"Want me to come with you?" Jeonghan asks.

Wonwoo shakes his head. "It's okay. Can you save me a plate of food?"

"Yes, of course," Jeonghan says. "We'll save a seat for you, too. Come join us when you're done." He and Joshua leave.

Wonwoo gives Mingyu's elbow a squeeze, and then lets his hand drop. "Okay, let's go."

They make the trek to the office. Mingyu walks at Wonwoo's side, a silent guard. He's close enough that at one point, their knuckles brush. Wonwoo pulls away, clasps his hands together in front of his body and wrings them. Had that been him? Or was it Mingyu who had closed that small distance between them?

Wonwoo calls Mingyu's home. No one answers. "My parents are working," Mingyu says. "I'll text my mom to let her know I'm going home. I'll tell Chaeyoung to catch a ride with Nayeon."

Wonwoo walks Mingyu out to the student parking lot, which is located at the back of the school. At this time of day, the sun is on the other side of the building, throwing the lot into shadow. The parking lot is devoid of people and filled with luxury cars.

The two of them stop by the dumpsters. Mingyu stands mere inches from him. It feels strangely intimate, being out here alone with Mingyu. Wonwoo curls his shoulders in slightly, fiddles with the hem of his sleeves. The fluttering sensation in his stomach grows. Why in the hells is he so nervous? And why must Mingyu stand so close? It makes it hard to think.

"My car is over there," Mingyu says, nodding in the general direction of his car.

"Will you be alright getting home by yourself?" Wonwoo asks.

Mingyu cracks a smile. "You worried about me, Mr. Jeon?" he asks. "That's cute."

Wonwoo ducks his head. And then it slips out of him unbidden, tugged forth by an alpha's praise: he lets out a tiny whine. He clamps his lips shut and puts an abrupt stop to it, flushing a violent shade of red. But Mingyu heard it, and he croons softly in response.

Before Wonwoo can stammer out an excuse to leave, Mingyu dips forward to kiss him. Wonwoo's eyes widen as their lips meet, slightly off alignment.

It takes a moment for Wonwoo to regain himself. When he does, he puts both hands on Mingyu's chest and shoves. He turns on his heel and flees, face burning, skin burning, every inch of him burning.

They talk about it when Mingyu returns two days later. It's after school and awkward (for Wonwoo, more than Mingyu) and reminiscent of the time Wonwoo apologised to Mingyu for going to heat in front of him.

Mingyu peers at him from beneath lowered lashes. "Mr. Jeon, maybe I imagined this... I don't think I did. But when I kissed you that day..." He pauses here for a strained moment. "Can I ask why you kissed me back?"

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youremeimyou · 5 years

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Old Friends

pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader genre: fluff, comedy, slight drama high school crush au and there’s a Hoseok vs y/n rap battle in there, somewhere word count: 6k warnings: just some passionate kissing, oh and shirtless Hoseok;)

Description: Hoseok is your high school friend that you had a different kind of relationship with. You run into him, after many years and rekindle your friendship. Then he takes you to your high school reunion and claims you as his girlfriend. But it’s only an act. Right?

A/N: EGO IS OUT!! I can’t get enough of it, or enough of J-hope. Hence, this oneshot. I gave this my all and had fun reading it back so I’m hoping it’s not shitty. Pls let me know what you think of it. Also I changed the way I write and reffered to the reader as ‘you’ for this one- idk i wanted to try it. If you guys have prefferences you can let me know. I hope you like it. Enjoy!

It's official, you hate summer. Sure.. school's out, no more chasing after professors or migraines lasting for weeks. But goddamn it it's hot and humid. It's like trying to breathe in a sauna, which you hate. Plus, the sun is like a deadly laser. Normally you love strolling through this street. Glancing at cute little stores and admiring street artists as you walk by. Not today, though. Not while feeling like all the water in your body is gonna evaporate any second.

You notice a little crowd up ahead, a half circle. And the sound of a groovy beat captures your attention. You might've stopped and joined the crowd just for the captivating music, if it wasn't for the torturous heat. In this instance you'll settle for only a glance at whatever show is going on inside that half circle.

That's until you see the street dancer there and you stop dead in your tracks. Someone is crazy enough to dance in this heat. Someone manages to look like the greatest performer alive despite the sweat covering his body and the fact that he's probably about to pass out. That someone is Jung Hoseok.

Before you can do anything else, you realize just how much better he’s become. And he was already an amazing dancer the last time you saw him. Back in high school, that is. Hobi the bubbly, cheerful dancer that dominated talent shows every year. Hobi who you occasionally helped pass chemistry. Hobi who could actually also sing, a fact only you knew about him of all the kids at your school. Because you’d spend most of your time in the music room, usually all by yourself. But one time, you caught him sitting alone and singing in there and after that, he’d visit you every so often. In return, he was the only one that knew you composed songs.

It’s been three years since graduation and your last conversation with him. But right now, he’s standing right in front of you. No, he’s dancing. The music ends in time with his final move and the mini crowd goes wild. As he catches his breath, most people leave money in his hat on the floor. You hope they’re being generous. Rightfully so, that was one hell of a performance.

You contemplate on whether you should say hi or not. The introvert in you decides you shouldn’t but before you can turn around to leave, you make eye contact with Hoseok.

“Y/N?” he asks.

“Hey, Hoseok.”

And he smiles. Despite how exhausted he must be, he gives you a whole cheekbones lifted, classic Hobi smile.

“You were amazing. But how did you not faint dancing in a weather like this?” you ask, smiling back.

“Come to think of it, I do feel like blacking out.” he says in between his panting.

You panic and go closer to him quickly. “I can take you to the hospital-”

“I’m kidding, Y/N.”

Did you maybe miss his mischevous ass? You both giggle.

“How about taking me to an icecream shop to catch up, instead? It’s been so freaking long. If you don’t have any plans, I mean.”

Your plan is going home, opening the refrigerator door and standing in front of it. So they’re skippable for an old friend.

“Let’s go before you deteriorate.”

You take him to the closest icecream shop you know and the shop has great air conditioning, thank god. Hoseok sits down and you feel as though he won’t be able to get up and order. Despite the smiley and bright facade of his, his body seems to be worn out. So, you take the liberty to order for both of you.

As you wait in line, order and wait for them to prepare it, you think about what you wanna say to Hoseok. Regardless of how much time has passed, you notice how you still get a little nervous with him around. It used to be like that in high school, too. You could never really look him in the eyes while he was speaking with you. You wouldn’t be intimidated. You’d just be kinda.. overwhelmed.

You take the cups and make your way to the table. Hoseok’s eyes light up, he seems content with your choice. He also looks better now, the cool air of the shop must’ve helped.

“What’re the odds of us meeting like this? Just on the street?” he initiates conversation.

“Well, I’m not exactly surprised to find Hope on the streets.”

“You remember my stage name?” He looks geniunely surprised.

“How can I possibly forget crowds of people going crazy, cheering J-hooope?”

That makes him shy, you think. With him averting his eyes to the ground. You’d hear those cheers often, back then. Hoseok was known as ‘J-hope’ and his act ‘Hope on the street’ was very popular. Everyone in Gwangju High would come to watch him perform, including you. It really is a bit strange how you ran into each other randomly on a street in Seoul, you think. You both had dreams of moving to Seoul as teenagers and had told each other about it. But neither of you knew if the other actually made it there. Until now.

"Did you move here right after graduation? I remember you talking about wanting to persue music here at University of Seoul." he says with his eyes on his icecream. He remembers your dream.

"Yeah, I had to get out of there. I moved here even before knowing if the university had accepted me. Thankfully, I got in. What about you? When did you come here?"

After he takes a spoon of the good stuff, he takes his eyes off from his cup and connects them with yours. It happens so suddenly that you almost blush. You're able to hold it in, though. Barely.

"I kinda wanted to wait until my work at the dance academy was done. So, after two more years at Gwangju, I finally transferred here, to National University of Arts just at the beginning of this semester."

You're glad to see him not giving up on dancing because he's so talented for it that it isn't like anything you've seen before or after you've known him. When he dances, it's like whatever music he's moving to actually finds form in him. And when he's not dancing, the way he moves around, walks, talks still somehow appears artistic.

But then, you realize you've been staring at him, lost in your train of thoughts. And he must've noticed because one corner of his mouth curves upwards a little, forming an almost smirk. This time, you can't stop your cheeks from turning red. Fuck.. What's wrong with you? It's been years since you've even seen his face. Why the hell did you just turn into a teenager, all over again?

"How's music school? Did you drop any albums I'm missing out on?" He asks and his eyes go back to his icecream. You can breathe normally again.

"I think school is always a pain in the ass. Even if it's about music." is your reply. You both laugh.

"I couldn't agree more."

Normally you have a hard time talking about yourself with others. But when it comes to Hoseok, it's different. Because that kinda used to be your relationship back in the days. Talking to each other about stuff you wouldn't with others.

"I've been working in a studio a friend of mine opened and we're working on some stuff but.. I can't seem to finish anything I start so, no. I haven't really been productive." you add with a frown. There're lots of things you don't like about yourself and being a procrastinator is one of them.

Then, a hand is placed lightly on yours that was resting on the table. It's Hoseok, holding your hand and looking at you warmly. "Nah, I'm still pretty sure we're gonna hear your stuff on the radio, soon." He looks like he geniunely believes that. All you can do is smile back in appreciation.

Time goes by as you talk about all kinds of stuff. You learn he lives at the student dorm but he's not exactly happy about it and wants to find a new place to stay. Also that he's giving dance lessons to earn some extra cash. You tell him about Yoongi, that friend of yours who owns a studio and how he's looking for someone to move in, after his flatmate moved away. You promise to have the two meet each other and see if they can become roomates.

Hoseok suggests to exchange numbers but it turns out both of you haven't changed them since high school, so you both have the other in your contacts. And you say goodbye shortly after, agreeing on hanging out again, soon.

By the time you get home, it's already evening and you're a little hesitant to open up the door and greet your roommate, Namjoon. Because you promised him that you'd watch that philosophical movie you can't remember the name of together. But you were supposed to do that about two hours ago. You decide to just go in and explain how you ran into an old friend and got held up. Namjoon'll understand, right? You go inside but see that nobody's home, so you call him.

"What's up ditcher?" is how he answers the phone and you can't blame him, really.

"I'm so sorry Joon. I wanna make it up to you but.. where are you, exactly?"

"Yoongi's."

"Okay, don't move." You hang up the phone and go straight into the apartment across the hall from yours. Yoongi has already opened the door before you can knock. You make for the living room and spot your roommate there. Just as you're about to explain, you also spot credits rolling on the tv screen and finished popcorn bowls.

"Wow, you watched Waking Day without me?" you complain. And Namjoon is quick to respond.

"It's Waking Life and yes, since you were a no-show."

"But you didn't even leave me popcorn."

"What're you saying? There's some left right here." Yoongi is the one who hands you one of the bowls.

"There are literally only three kernels here."

"Well, that's what ditchers get." Yoongi is just as merciless as Namjoon.

"But what if something happened to me on my way back-" you try the approach of pulling on their heartstrings but both of them whip their necks back and look at you in extreme worry, so you decide not to mess around. "Okay, okay. I encountered an old friend and lost track of time catching up. But maybe we can watch another movie and I'll make the popcorn, huh?" You wear a guilty grin on your face.

"Nope. You should take a seat and tell me about this friend that made you ditch me."

You sit down in between the guys on the couch, but you're facing Namjoon and telling him about Hoseok. Yoongi only sees your back and he's just so done with you, as always.

"You guys have a house exactly symmetrical to mine across the hall. Why the hell are you always here? I know it's not to see me, you're not even looking at me." It's a mix between ranting and whining. Both you and Namjoon know he's doing it to get attention.

"Because your couch is comfier." says Namjoon.

"And you have a piano." you add.

"You have a keyboard!"

"My keyboard is no upright piano."

Yoongi gives up with a huff. But you attack him with tickles until he gives in and giggles, all the while trying to get rid of your hands.

"By the way Yoongs, you're still looking for a roommate, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"The friend of mine from Gwangju I was catching up with, Hoseok, is looking for a new place. I want to introduce you guys."

"Sure. What can you tell me about him?"

You pause because there're lots of things you can say about him. But those are all about the high school Hoseok. You wonder how many of them changed and how many stayed the same. You're sure of some things, though.

"I can tell you that he's a great guy and a dedicated artist, a dancer. Also he's funny and a mood maker."

"Alright. You should bring him over."

"Great! I will."

You wake up to your phone buzzing repeatedly. First thing you do is check the time and your clock on the wall is striking 11:30 in the morning. You overslept, great. It makes sense after you convinced Namjoon to binge watch Death Note before going to bed. But you ended up sleeping on the couch. The fact that you're in your bed right now means Namjoon carried you there.

3 unread messages from Hoseok.

-Morning, Y/N.

-Are you free today?

-I wanna treat you to some coffee.

It's been three to four days since the time you ran into Hoseok and you've been meaning to reach out to him to hang out but he just beat you to it. You thank the god for his extrovertedness.

-I'm taking care of some stuff in the studio today.

-But you can visit me there and if I'm finished quickly we can even hang out later, too.

-If you'd like, of course.

You press send and for some stupid reason your heart races a little fast. Were you being too forward? He just said coffee, maybe he meant a quick get together. You just asked him to wait for you in a studio, possibly for a couple of hours.

Two more buzzing.

-Sure! I'll make sure to help out so you can finish faster.

-Text me the time and the adress when you can.

You sigh in relief. But now it's time to be nervous about how you'll be alone with him there for a long while. Not that it makes you uncomfortable. You just feel that overwhelming feeling of him being around returning. You hope to at least not act like an idiot.

You make your way to the studio and text Hoseok the location, saying he could drop by whenever he'd like. Yoongi told you to listen to some demos for him but you leave that for last. For now, you're setting up some instruments and tuning them up for the band arranged to record tomorrow. But the bell rings and you sprint to answer the door.

"Hi!" you greet him.

"Hey." Hoseok says with a bright smile. He holds up the bags in his hands. "I brought food and icelattes."

"Which makes you a hero. Come in."

You eat and drink your coffees as you talk about stuff. Then, you play a recording of a guy who did an awful cover of Smelly Cat a few days ago. It makes Hoseok laugh so hard that he tumbles out of his seat and falls towards you. You knew it was a habit of his but you had never been the person he falls over to, before.

He helps you get the rest of the things done after that and surely him giving you a hand speeds up the process. For the last thing, you call him over to listen to the demos.

"Wow, some of these are really good. Especially this one, I like the beat a lot."

"Yeap, me too. I'm showing this one to Yoongi, later."

Finished up with the things, you're getting ready to leave but you hear him beatboxing the beat he liked a while ago.

"You can beatbox?"

"Yeah, I picked it up not so long ago."

An idea pops into your mind. You take him by the arm, practically drag him back to the recording booth and hand him a mic.

"Get a beat going."

"Wha-"

"Just do it." And you run back to record him doing it. After that, you throw in some other instruments quickly. When you play the outcome, he smiles so hard.

"How did you just do that in such a short time, coming up with practically a song."

"You did it, too. You came up with a beat off the top of your head. That's the basis of songs, mostly."

He listens to it over and over. "Hey can I use this for when I do freestyle battles?"

"To dance over to? Sure! I'll work on it some more, though and perfect it."

He shys away a little. "Well, this would make a great dance track but.. I meant freestyle rap battles."

"You rap, too? Geez, is there any street art you're not talented in?" You're not that surprised, though. He always stroke you as swag in living form.

"I'm trying to get into it. I should improve if I wanna make a name for myself out on the streets of Seoul." he says half jokingly but it's true that the rap scene has become a major part of street competition, recently. You know from Yoongi and Namjoon who are also rappers.

You play the beat from the top. "C'mon, then. Let me hear a snippet."

"No, no I'm not really-"

"C'mon~ let's battle." you say to get him worked up a bit. Also, you picked up a few things from Yoongi and Namjoon over the last couple of years.

"Oh battle? Okay then, why don't you go first?"

Both of you try to control your laughter and you come up with some very stupid and childlike rhymes that make Hoseok laugh even harder.

"It's your turn, J-hope."

"Ooo~" he gets more fired up with the mention of his stage name. You're going back and forth rapping about the most random and funny stuff. But then you get bolder and want to go at him a bit, to get him more serious about this. Trying to remember embarrassing things he's done in high school, you throw in lines about the time he had to dance in his underpants in front of the whole school after losing a bet.

Also, there's this face you pull whenever you try to diss someone, something you picked up from Yoongi. But it looks funny on you and the boys always make fun of you about it. You're sure you're doing it right now, too out of habit. And you're not wrong because as soon as you're done, Hoseok starts and he mentions it.

Except, he says something along the lines of despite of you having that expression, he still doesn't feel like you're dissing him because of how beautiful you look even while pulling a funny face.

What? Did he just call you beautiful? In a rap battle?

You're in shock and aren't able to speak for a while. Which Hoseok takes advantage of. "You failed to come up with something in time, Y/N. I win." Then he boops your nose. He fucking boops your nose. What did you get yourself into?

It's the day you finally bring Hoseok to meet with Yoongi. It's been a couple of weeks since you guys started hanging out kinda on a regular basis and Yoongi finally had some free time. The three of you are sitting in Yoongi's living room and you're watcing them get to know each other. Everything seems to go well. The door opens and Namjoon walks in.

"Yo. Sorry I'm late."

"It's okay since you live far away. Oh wait, you live across the hall." Yoongi is quick to welcome him.

"At least I brought dessert."

The two boys go into the kitchen to get dessert ready to be served.

"That's my roomate Namjoon. He wanted to meet you, too." you inform Hoseok.

"Roommate? Wait- you live just next door?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I'd beg to Yoongi or something to get him to accept me!" he says with a smile. You're glad he's happy about the fact you might live next to each other.

"I think he already likes you. I'm pretty sure you got the room."

And you turn out to be right. Hoseok and Yoongi hit it off quickly and he moves in a couple of days later. You start spending even more time together since then. Both with the other boys around and just you two, alone.

This one time Yoongi gives you the day off, Namjoon is off to do a job interview and you've got absolutely nothing to do. So you go over to see Hoseok. You knock and ring the bell but loud music is coming from inside and he doesn't hear you. The door isn't locked, though and you just go in. When you get to the living room you see Hoseok practising, going really hard at it. There're sweatdrops on his face and his white shirt-now practically see through shirt-is stuck to his body, revealing the delicate structure of it.

Blood rushes to your cheeks and your heart is thumping but you can't look away. He's art, you think. Art that you can't get enough of. He finally notices you, which almost gives you a heart attack but thankfully he isn't uncomfortable with you being there.

"Hey- uh- phew." he tries to talk but needs a moment to catch his breath, first. "Y/N. Please tell me you've been standing there long enough that you saw my new moves."

You nod, still not completely out of your daze. "They were.." you trail off because he just casually takes his shirt off in front of you. "Can you pass me that?" he asks you to hand him over the towel on the chair next to you. You're on autopilot as you do so.

"So, what do you think?"

"Oh yeah- Umm.. it was awesome. Very captivating.."

"Thanks." he smiles brightly while walking closer to you. "I'm gonna take a quick shower. You wanna hang out, after?"

Right. That's why you came over, you remember. "Yeah, I'll be here."

Hoseok and you just hang inside all day. Not doing much but still managing to have fun. Yoongi comes home for a while but has to go back out again, so it's mostly just you two. In the middle of the night, you guys start watching a movie, planning to stay awake till morning but Hoseok's tired from practising earlier and dozes off, eventually. And you're famous for sleeping in front of the tv, so you quickly follow. Then, you two somehow get in a cuddly position in your sleep.

The next morning- or more like afternoon, you wake up to Yoongi slurping his coffee, seated right across from you. Hoseok's nowhere to be seen.

"Hey Yoongs, why am I still here?"

"Well, you obviously fell asleep in front of the tv again and Namjoon's strong arms weren't here to carry you to bed."

"Where is he?"

"Joon said he was staying at a friend last night, not wanting to get all soaked up in the rain. And Hobi woke up just moments ago and went out, saying he has to get ready for a gig."

You nod at him and get up. You're about to go back to your place to wash up but realize something suddenly.

"Since when do you call him Hobi?"

"Since when do you have a crush on him?"

Your eyes go wide with panic. "Wha- No way what're you say-"

"Do you think I'm blind? I can perfectly see it when two people are cuddling on my couch."

"We just fell asleep that's all-"

"I saw you two over at the piano, too. And in the kitchen a few days ago doing the dishes. And while dancing here in the living room for no reason. You can't look him in the eyes without going red and he can't take his eyes off of you."

There isn't much you can say to convince him otherwise because you realize that he's right. At first when you guys started hanging out again, you thought you felt butterflies because you kinda had a thing for him in high school. You paid it no mind thinking it'd fade away with time but it didn't. Your feelings only grew stronger and now you know it was visible to others.

What has you tensed up, however is the way Yoongi talks about the situation like it's both-sided. That's where you can't be sure. Because yes, Hoseok randomly calls you beautiful, takes you out for meals and spends entire days with you. But you don't know if he likes you like that or if he's just being friendly. Just like back in high school.

"Okay, yeah. He makes me feel a certain way. But there's nothing going on, we haven't even talked about it. I don't think he's into me like that."

Yoongi's brows furrow in confusion. "He was just asking me if anything was going on between you and Joon the other day, though."

He asked what?

"What?"

"Dude, he was obviously jealous and suspicious of the fact that you were roommates. And very close ones."

You did have a very close bond with Namjoon, just as you did with Yoongi. Yoongi's just involved less skinship and more serious talk. But Namjoon was the first person who friended you in Seoul and over the years he became your self proclaimed guardian angel. That was all.

"You didn't correct him?!"

"I tried but he seemed overwhelmed with confusion, I'm not sure if he fully believed me. Or fully listened? I dunno- I was kinda enjoying his little emotional crisis."

"Yoongs!"

"Fine! So yeah, maybe you should to talk to him."

How do you talk to someone about this? you wonder. And can Yoongi really be right about the possibility of him reciprocating your feelings?

You're reading a book on your couch. It's been a couple of days since your cuddly interaction with Hoseok and you haven't really hung out after that, either. You're not avoiding him, though. More like testing the waters. Namjoon's little squeal and sprint to the living room gets you out of your thoughts.

"Y/N! Oh my god!"

"Joonie what happened?"

"I got in." His smile is from ear to ear but you're not surprised he got the job he was going after for a while now. He happens to be intelligent beyond your understanding. But also a goofball. Because he -who usually treats books like his children- throws the one you were reading away and gets you up on his back. Now you're both singing victory songs as he gives you a piggy back ride.

Just then, Hoseok makes an entrance to your apartment, sees you two and his face visibly drops.

"Oh- sorry guys. I should've knocked-"

"Dude, it's okay. Think about our two apartments as one big house. You don't have to worry about knocking everytime. Come in!" Namjoon is being his friendly self as he puts you down. "I gotta go call my parents. Thanks for always believing in me, Y/N." He places a soft peck on the top of your head and goes back to his room. Uh-oh. You hope Hoseok doesn't misunderstand.

"How are you doing, Hobi?"

"I'm-" he hesitates for a while. "I didn't know you and Namjoon were.. are you? Y'know like together?"

"No!" you regret yelling but it just comes out before you can stop. "I mean, it's not like that. We're friends. In fact he kinda decleared himself my older brother."

The total grimace that had took over Hoseok's face starts to slowly dissappear. "Oh, okay. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable like that-"

"No, no. Let's just change the subject." You want to move on from this before it gets awkward.

"Okay. Oh right! I came over to show you something."

He holds out his phone for you to see. It's an invite to an event. Gwangju High's high school reunion, to be exact. You also got one, too but immediately deleted.

"The reunion? You're going?" you ask.

"We should go."

You're about to protest but he cuts in.

"I know most of our year were jerks. But it's Gwangju. I know you miss it there. And high school wasn't all evil."

"It was the people who were evil, Hobi."

"That's why we have to show them their evil ways weren't enough to break us down."

"What do you mean, we? Everyone loved you!"

"The jocks hated me for being popular despite not playing football."

That was true. They sometimes gave him a hard time for grabbing the attention of girls more than them.

"Besides, we're grown ups. If they weren't able to mature, that's their problem. We'll just breathe in some hometown air and have fun."

You did miss home. And the fact Hoseok'll be with you eases your stress so you say yes.

Hoseok and you roam the streets of Gwangju, firstly. You tell him the places you missed most and you visit those. When the reunion evening closes in, both of you go to your homes to get ready. Your parents are sort of shocked you're attending the event but they won't complain because they missed you a lot and you haven't realized how much you missed them back till you finally came back after a long while.

Hoseok comes to pick you up and oh boy. He immediately recongnizes the dress you're wearing as the exact one you wore to prom. The light blue piece fits your body even more perfectly now, he thinks.

"This is your prom dress." It's not a question because he's certain.

You panic because well you wore it thinking nobody would remember since not a lot of people were paying attention to you during prom and you didn't have anything else decent enough in your old closet. How the hell does he remember?

"It looks even more beautiful." And with that, your panic is no more.

You get to the school finally and almost everyone is there. All trying very hard to look fancy, so Hoseok and you make fun of some of them before entering.

"It's J-hope!", "Hope's back!" and "Who is that with Hoseok?" are the comments you hear as you walk by. A few speeches are given, while you stuff your face with cupcakes. Then music's on and people start dancing.

Hoseok is approached by many and he kindly converses with them all. He forces you to speak from time to time, too. One of the boys who you used to tutor a lot, Hansung, tries to make a couple of moves on you. Probably under the influence of alcohol. You politely dismiss him but some other guys that came alone also are eyeing you from different places of the room. Hoseok is well aware and not okay with it, at all.

He slides a hand down your arm and links your fingers. When you turn to him in surprise, he pulls you closer. "Let's act like a couple."

"What-"

"I'm sick of people trying to see if you're available for them, aren't you?"

It is a bit disturbing. You bet most of them didn't even recognize you and are just looking for a prey for the night. "I am." you reply.

"Then just go with it."

So you do that but this time the girls start to get uncomfortable since most of them were eyeing Hoseok. And like clockwork, Gaeun appears with her gang of plastic girls. Gaeun used to be Hoseok's biggest fan. But all she actually wanted was to get into his pants just cause of how popular he was. Knowing this, you tense up. Her eyes hold such a suggestive look that you almost want to protect Hoseok from her.

As far as you know Hoseok has never indulged her like that back in school days. And he doesn't seem to be effected by the way she looks right now, either which can be described in two words: model legs.

"Hobi~" her irritating voice muses. "There're lots of girls wanting to dance with you tonight."

He takes his hand away from yours to claimingly grab you waist. "Sorry, ladies. My dances are all booked by this one, right here." He turns his head and places a kiss on your temple.

"I'm sure your date for the night won't mind if-"

"She's not just my date for the night. Y/N is my girlfriend." he cuts her off. Shock is evident not only on their faces but yours as well. The girls have to walk away awkwardly but what they think they're speaking among themselves is quite audible to you.

"There's no way. Y/N could never be enough for him. Just wait until the end of the night and see how he gets bored."

Hoseok didn't hear them. But you and some other people did. And you don't care what Gaeun says but her words get around fast and people are looking at you even more weirdly than before. Hoseok realizes your body tensing up.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't think people are buying that we're together. Especially after Gaeun started speaking to them."

He looks around to find that people really were looking at you suspiciously.

"Let's make it more believable, then."

He pulls you to the dancefloor and starts moving you to the rhythm. You've danced with him before but they were all silly ones, meant for fun. This one was serious. And your bodies were seriously close. But you just let him lead you, knowing that he knows what he's doing. After a while he figures that the music's ending so he twirls you around and finishes with a sudden dip.

You're back is resting againt his hand as you're leant back and Hoseok's face is so very close to yours. Some people clap and some don't but neither of you really care about the people watching anymore. Then he kisses you. He downright kisses you at the center of the dancefloor. It's passionate but gentle. He doesn't let go for a while but you've no clue how long it's been cause you're lost in the taste of him. Which is a thousand times sharper than the whiskey and a thousand times sweeter than the cupcakes.

He pulls you back up, finally parting your lips. "I think we got about enough attention. Wanna get out of here? We can go to the music room." he suggests. All you can do is nod cause you still can't form words.

You get there and it's the only place in this school that you've missed. You sit down on the piano seat and Hoseok pulls a chair next to you, it's like deja vu.

"You know the song you used to play, the one I liked a lot. River-"

"River flows in you." of course you remember.

"Yeah. I kinda tried learning that on the piano a while back."

"Show me."

He tries to play it and messes up some bits so you help him out. Then, your hands touch accidentally and you both freeze.

"Y/N-"

"Hoseok-"

You both try to speak at the same time and cut each other off, so you laugh. Hoseok goes for it again.

"Y/N. I wanted to ask you out so many times right here, as you'd play songs to me. Did you know that?"

You most certainly did not.

"I wanted to ask you to a dance at the prom, so bad. But you left before I could muster up the courage."

He turns to face you completely.

"I couldn't believe it when I found you again, like that. Everything I felt came back to me as we spent more and more time with each other. And when I got that invite.. I thought- Maybe I've been given a second chance, to do it right this time."

Your heart is racing so fast that you can hear it. Every word he said are things that you've been thinking. So you have to do it properly this time, too.

"So.. so, will you go out with-"

You crash your lips with his immediately and he responds in a flash. This time the kiss is much more deep and demanding. His hands travel down to your waist as you get up from your seat and move to his lap. He hums into your mouth and you try to take in every bit of the vibration from it before both of you pull apart, out of breath.

But he still looks at you with questioning eyes, as if you haven't just given him an answer clear as day. But he looks so cute that you entertain him.

"Yes, high school crush. I will go out with you."

He can finally smile again. Though, it turns into a smirk a while later.

"But will you go out with me?" you joke around, still sitting on his lap.

"I will go out with you so bad that it'll swipe you right off your feet."

As if he already doesn't..

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A/N: Wowzers, my first Hoseok fic is finished.. I know this was long and thanks sooo much if you bared with me and read it. It would mean a great deal to me to know what you thought of this so, I’d love to have your feedback. Thanks again for reading and have a lobely daayyy :)

PS: How beautiful is Hoseok btw..

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