#and have been contemplating pulling it over to my sfw bc i just

[hotchnerundercover]

Solace

for mimi <3 @shmaptainhotchner

A rough case coupled with growing feelings for your boss and friend, Aaron Hotchner, has you a mess. But he knows you better than you think. 

aaron hotchner x fem!reader 

warnings: mentions of anxiety and crying, beyond that I don't think anything just some mutual pining and cuddles. lmk if there’s anything I didn't think of that could be triggering! completely sfw!

words: 744

A/N: shsh i asked mimi to pick a prompt like five days ago bc she was having a bad day and I wanted to write something to make her feel better,, and well moment passed but here it is anyways! 

“You good Y/N?” Derek called from the other side of the room we’d posted up in, at the precinct. 

I could feel Hotch’s burning gaze fall on me, keenly awaiting my response. 

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I just need some sleep.” 

He shot me a smile as he made his way to the door. “Get some rest sweet girl,” Derek hollered as he left. 

Hotch returned his focus to packing up for the day as we became painfully aware, we were the only two left in the room. 

I’d only been a part of the BAU for nine months, and every one I fell just a little harder for him. 

When I brought it up to Derek, he laughed, wondering what I saw in our broody boss.  I could see how he would query, but he wasn't witness to the side of Aaron that I had been. He hadn't seen how Hotch lit up when he saw babies, how when Jack spoke there wasn't a thing in the world that mattered more, that he always gave up his seat on trains, that he always tipped 50%, he always makes sure restaurants have vegetarian options for me, and that he smiled endlessly each time I’d elected to spend weekends with him and Jack. He had become a good friend, but each day it became increasingly clear that wasn't enough. 

“You sure,” he started. “That you’re okay?” He met me with a sympathetic disposition. 

“Yeah,” I lied, in a frenzy. “I’m gonna go to bed.” 

I tried to exit without raising suspicion. As soon as I was out of sight I rushed to my room in hopes of escaping the building anxiety that had set aflame. Some cases hit me harder than others, dredging up long buried turmoil. Aaron was no stranger to this, so it came as minimal surprise that not an hour later there came a knock. 

I opened the door to his tall frame, an outline in the dim lighting. He was clad in what I assumed to be his sleep attire; sweatpants and a t-shirt. As he gave me a once over, I remembered I had on only small shorts and a tank top. Suddenly flushed, words seeming to be caught in my throat. I managed only to say, “Come in.” 

“I just-”  His voice and posture were taut. 

Did I make him nervous? 

“I know how it feels. Sometimes it hurts in a way you,” he paused to meet my eyes, “didn't expect.”

I knew he’d understand, it seems he always does. Still, I didn't quite know what to say. 

Realizing we couldn't stand there in silence, he spoke up. “Well, if you need anything.” A wry smile formed on his face as he reluctantly turned to walk out the door. 

He was about to close the door when I managed to croak, “stay,” under my breath. 

His response came not a moment later. “Of course,” his delight was sincere. 

He shuffled for a moment, unsure what to do with himself. “Uhm,” he cleared his throat. “There’s only one bed.” 

“That's okay,” I replied. No longer contemplating the implications. 

The tension was palpable and I began to consider, perhaps I’d become just as much his person as he had mine. 

I laid down, trying to hold myself together as he tentatively slipped in next to me. 

My breathing staggered, in part because I was having the world’s most emotional day, and in part because I could feel the heat radiating off the man who I didn’t know how to regard any longer. 

''Do you think we could, I mean, I know this isn't, you know, maybe it's not appropriate, but -- could I hold you?'' 

As the words left his lips I found myself melting. Tears rushed down my cheeks before I could even think to hold them back. In a blur, his warmth had enveloped me. A deep inhale displayed the faint scent of his cologne, as I exhaled a million things I’d wanted to say spun inside my head. He promptly placed an evanescent kiss to my forehead, as if he already knew. So I turned over, my back to his chest now, one arm under my head and the other pulled me closer to  him and rested on my stomach. I closed my eyes and basked in the solace, knowing he was there for me, and that I needed no words to convey that it meant everything to me. 

[dokoni-mo]

Nights Like These || All for One x F!Reader

Summary: You were his favorite.

SFW // not fluff but not angst

Word Count: 2802

WARNINGS: obsessive behavior, toxic behavior/mindsets, manipulation, possessive behavior, all for one is evil as usual, fear tactics, some sensual touching, kisses, mentions of death if you squint, swearing, age gap relationship of you squint, but reader is depicted to be in their late 20s, also the fact I also didn't proofread this one lmao (pls forgive me I was working on this at like 3 am).

A/N: This takes place before AFO became the potato man. This is my take on how he would be like in a "relationship". If you want some PRIME AFO content, however, AND ARE THE AGE OF 18 OR OVER, go check out @nonobadcat 's story A Hypnotic Nightmare. It's one of my favs atm (also, badcat, if you're reading this, i haven't forgotten about the fanart! i've just had a lot on my plate bc of the end of school. im terribly sorry if it seemed like i left you hanging).

~~

You hated armored black vans.

Ever since meeting him you knew exactly what they meant.

They would come to you when you least expected it, and often when you really didn't want them to. You could be anywhere in the world, and one would always find a way to roll up next to you. If you tried to outwalk them, they would just drive faster. If you pretended to ignore them, they would cut you off in your tracks.

Persistent little shits.

Just like him.

This time, it was late into the night when one rolled up next to you. You hadn't seen one in some days beforehand, and was relishing in that fact when the dread-vehicle rumbled up next to you. You had just gotten done doing some late-night grocery shopping for yourself, looking decent but in no way perfect. Sighing through your nose, you gave the tinted windows of the van the glare of your life, trying in vain attempt to get it to just piss off.

Even though that tactic never worked before, it would never stop you from trying.

The van pulled up to the curb next to you and slowed to a stop. Seeing as there was no way you could run or try to ignore it now, you stopped in your tracks, clenching your plastic grocery bags tighter. A moment later, the van rolled it's driver's side window down, revealing the driver to you. You didn't recognize this one; it wasn't one in his normal rotation.

You wondered if he killed one of the other ones, and this one was the replacement.

Looking into the eyes of the driver, you shot him another glare, your face morphing into a frown. This didn't seem to phase the man, however, since he just stared back at you with a blank expression.

You knew you weren't that threatening, but, come on. At least show something.

"What is it?" you questioned the man, your voice firm and serious. Although you already knew the answer to that, you prayed to whoever was listening that it would be a different answer this time.

"He wants to see you."

No dice.

You let out another sigh through your nose, this time more frustrated and annoyed than the last one.

"I just saw him the other day," you tried to bargain, "and I have ice cream in here. Can it wait until tomorrow?"

The driver shook his head, "Sorry, miss. He wants you now."

Your face assumed a deeper frown. It wasn't often that these drivers made it known to you how persistent he was being in seeing you. This made a lump form in the bottom of your stomach. What did he want this time? Another date? Quality time? Or just to remind you of who you belonged to?

You hoped it was one of the former two.

Looking from side to side nervously, you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking again, "Can I at least put my groceries in my apartment first?"

The driver shook his head, "We can get someone to do it for you, miss. But we need to leave. Now."

Damn, this driver really meant business.

Finally admitting defeat, you slowly took a few steps towards the van, watching as the large, jet-black doors rolled itself open for you. Leaning down, you set your bags on the clean, vacuumed floor of the van, ducking down and pushing yourself inside next. The driver watched you in the rear-view mirror, making sure that you sat down and buckled your seatbelt. Once you were safe in the backseat, he shut the door to the van and pulled out into the street again, driving noticeably careful.

A soft sense of dread washing over you, you leaned up against the van door and planted your elbow on the armrest, resting your chin in your palm. Not feeling up for friendly chat with the man driving you, you fixated your gaze out the window, watching as the neon lights of Japan rushed by you.

You wondered which location you would be at today.

He seemed to have spots everywhere across the world.

You hoped it was the Tokyo one. That one had your favorite food and view.

Hugging yourself closer to the door, you tried to ignore the dread winding up in your stomach. You tried your best to just focus on how pretty the lights looked at night, but couldn't help but have your mind linger back to the racing thoughts that plagued your head.

You wished your friend had never introduced you to his stupid fucking cult. He would deny over and over that it was a cult, but it was a cult. You had been quirkless for so long, and content being so all your life. But, when your friend told you about the man she met that could give you your very own quirk, you would be lying if you said you weren't intrigued.

Biggest mistake of your entire fucking life.

~~

Alas to you, the driver didn't take you to the Tokyo location. It ended up being the Osaka location. You felt rather disappointed by this.

The driver was at least nice enough to help you out of the car and escort you into the hands of your body guards for the night. The guards quickly surrounded you, almost suffocating you by how close they were. After relaying the message that you had arrived, the guards practically drug you into the tall, looming building.

You wondered when the next time you could go outside would be.

Going through the doors, you were greeted with the familiar sight of clean, shiny marble floors, your feet clacking against them as they always did. Everything about the building was ornate but simple, reminding you of some fancy hotel.

It was so fucking obnoxious.

Only one dude and occasionally yourself lived here. And not even full time.

It make you frown.

Eventually, the guards and yourself made your way to the elevators. When one eventually came down (it didn't take long because you were most likely some of the only people in the building), all of you packed in the elevator like a fucking clown car. You were shoulder-to-shoulder with the much taller guards, suffocating on their cologne.

The dead silence in the elevator made you wanna puke.

~~

The guards left you once you were at the door.

You were now all alone in the hallway, the tall, dark, looming door before you. Your fingertips were trembling, yet you didn't know if it was out of fear or anticipation.

He probably already knew you were here. Why did you even have to go through this step? Just for his sick kicks?

Most likely.

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

You swallowed and closed your eyes, taking a few deep breaths in and out of your nose. You had to give yourself a pep talk before you could lift up your hand, curling your knuckles to knock on the door.

You stopped before you could knock even once. If there was any time to run, this is it. If you could just-

No. It's impossible.

God how you knew it was impossible.

No matter where you went, no matter what you did, he seemed to always know.

You've seen him angry before. It ran shivers down your spine and made you contemplate whether or not there was an afterlife or not.

You didn't want to know how he was like when he was pissed off. Especially if it was directed towards you.

And, you knew, trying to get away from him was a sure as fuck way to royally piss him off.

Taking in one last deep breath, you put on your brave face and knocked on the door, feeling your dread become almost overwhelming in your gut.

You wet your lips before you spoke.

"It's me."

...

Silence.

Your head perked up at the nothingness that greeted you back. Was he not here anymore? Did he leave for a different place without telling you?

You opened your mouth to say something again, but quickly shut it again.

Could you... leave? Go home?

This was definitely a first.

As soon as your excitement welled up, however, you were quickly shot down again from the deep voice behind the door.

"Come in."

Fuck.

Squaring your shoulders and putting on your bravest face, you gingerly opened the door and stepped through, leaning your back against the wood as you shut it again.

Why did you do this to yourself? So willingly walk into the lion's den?

It didn't take you long to remember.

Fear.

Looking inside the room, the lighting was moody to say the least. Barely anything was turned on, and it was so deafeningly quiet, sans the sounds of the city below and the hum of the AC.

Scanning the room with your eyes, you felt your stomach do a flip when you landed on the man of the hour.

The man who had taken over your life for the past three years.

Him.

Shigaraki. Or, as he was known by everyone who wasn't you, All for One.

Probably the most feared man in Japan. Hell, the world even.

Christ on a fucking bike.

He was seated on the couch that faced the door, his usual sly smirk on his face. One of his legs was crossed over the other, and he seemed to had shed his black coat long ago. His crimson eyes bore right into the very fiber of your being, right into your very soul. His presence was so fucking overwhelming it made you feel like you couldn't breathe. The amount of power that dripped off that man was uncanny.

It always made you wonder what he wanted with quirkless little you.

Unable to maintain eye contact with him for any longer, you dropped your gaze to the floor, your back still pressed against the door. Even though you couldn't see him anymore, you could feel his eyes on you, raking up and down your body.

You prayed that this night went by quickly.

"You're late, little one." He said to you, making your shoulders tense up.

"I..." you began, your nervousness painfully obvious as you brushed your hair behind your ear, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be."

All for One let out a hum, and you could practically fucking feel his smirk grow bigger from across the room.

You wondered if he knew that you were only half telling the truth, or if he was just that delusional.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"Come into the light, darling. Let me get a good look at you."

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you hesitated for a brief second, your fingertips twitching against the wood of the door. Seeing no possible way out, you decided it was best to just do what he said. Pushing yourself off the door, you took small, timid steps into the light, keeping your gaze down on the floor. Awkwardly trying to figure out what you should do with your hands, you decided on clasping them in front of you, picking at the skin around your nails.

You could really feel his eyes on you now.

He looked you over for what felt like an eternity before he said something else, making your eyes flicker back up to him.

"There's no need to be shy, my dear," he said, sensing how nervous you were, "There's nothing to be concerned about. You know I would never harm you."

You wanted to snort out a laugh, but decided against it. Yes, he had never hurt you before, but you doubted it was out of his realm of capability.

Not knowing what to respond with, you simply just nodded, turning your attention back to your hands.

Shigaraki continued to stare at you for a good long while, his red eyes lingering on your cute face and nervous eyes.

Fucking hell you were just too adorable.

After a good second, All for One lifted up his hand, making you look up at him. He was holding his palm out to you, his usual smirk on his face.

"Come here." He said.

Shit, he was getting serious tonight.

Your cheeks tinting a faint pink, you forced your feet to raise up and make you walk across the room. Once you were close enough, you put your hand into his, watching it as it was nearly swallowed by the sheer size of his palm. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you slipped yourself in between his long, thick legs and sat back into his lap. Your side was nuzzled into the crook of his armpit, his strong arm wrapping itself around your waist to keep you in place. Just like he liked, you rested your head against All for One's shoulder, gently lying your hands across his broad chest. This seemed to please him greatly, since he put his other hand on your lower thigh, gently rubbing circles into the side of your knee with his thumb.

You must really be fucking insane.

Gently, Shigaraki pressed a gentle kiss into your hair, mumbling out a quiet good girl in the process.

You couldn't stop the pink dust from spreading across your cheeks.

"How was your day today, darling?" He asked you, the rumble of his voice in his chest loud in your ears.

You hummed before speaking.

"It was okay..." you said, feeling the hand on your side gently stroking up and down.

"You had a lot to do, didn't you?" He asked, making you glance up at him.

Of course he fucking knew about your goddamned errands and job.

"Yeah..." you said, "I was expecting to go back home and chill the rest of the night, but..."

Shigaraki let out a chuckle at this. You didn't have to finish your thought for him to know what you meant.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little one." He said, pressing another kiss to your temple, "I know you must be tired."

You nodded in response, maybe a bit too eagerly.

"I just couldn't bear another second without you, darling." He continued, tracing circles on your thigh this his pointer and middle finger, "I just had to have my special girl with me tonight."

You shifted your weight in his lap, looking up at him, "Did something happen?"

Shigaraki chuckled at this, reaching up and brushing the hair out of your face, "Let's just say I had some... family issues tonight, my dear."

Family?

Shigaraki had family?

This was definitely a first.

You couldn't help but to be nosy.

"Family?" you asked.

"Oh, nothing for you to be concerned about, my sweet girl." He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"You never told me you had family." You pressed, not wanting to let the subject go.

"You never needed to know, small one. Besides, it would be too dangerous for you to meet them anyhow."

"Dangerous?"

"There's a possibly they would try to take you from me."

"I highly doubt you would let that happen."

He chuckled, "As clever as always, my darling."

"What are their names?"

"Let's move on from his, my love."

"But I-"

"Are you hungry, dear? I can have someone fetch you something."

"Shigaraki, I just-"

"I said no."

A shiver went down your spine and you were quick to shut your mouth. You knew what that tone meant. It meant shut up or you get a punishment.

You always just chose to shut up.

Seemingly pleased at your compliance, Shigaraki assumed his usual smirk again and planted a kiss on your cheek, rubbing more small circles into your side.

"Have I told you how radiant you look tonight, my dear?" He asked you.

Not feeling in the mood to talk anymore, you just shook your head no.

"You always look gorgeous to me, my dear. Every single piece of you."

Pulling you closer to his chest, he lifted up your chin and looked deep into your eyes.

"My special girl. My favorite."

Closing the distance between the two of you, All for One pressed his lips to yours, stealing your breath away. His kisses were always just like him: strong, confident, and dominating.

Kissing Shigaraki always filled you with a whirling of emotions. Perhaps it was because you were tired that night, or perhaps it was because of the air, but you allowed yourself to fully enjoy his kiss. The feeling of his hands on you, the feeling of how small he made you feel, the feeling of his power radiating off his skin...

He always had this affect on you. When you were apart from him, you found it hard to love him.

But, when you were together...

you found it hard to stop.

[babiehobi]

did somebody say fluffy halloween jihope drabble in the middle of the night even though it’s not halloween?????? no???? that’s too bad bc here it is!!!!

jihope | 1.6k words

mentions: ghosts, some swearing, very sfw

after a crazy halloween party Jimin doesn’t want the spooky antics to come to an end and ropes Hoseok into his ghost contacting fun

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The tiny click of metal slotting carefully into it’s place resonated through the room, a stark contrast to the vivid sounds of laughter and partying that had come before it. The last few rounds of the echo faded slowly from Hoseok’s ears as he turned back into the room, leaning against the wall, letting his limbs melt slowly into the concrete and enjoying the relief of sincerely missed quiet returning.

“What?”

He asked, opening an eye to the sight of a boy with puppy dog eyes and hands behind his back, twisting his shoulders, swinging left to right and smiling in his direction. It wasn’t his usual, genuine smile though, but instead the one that gave Hoseok a tight feeling in his stomach like he was about to give away a favour that he didn’t want to give out.

He didn’t say anything, just took his gaze instead to the floor as he pulled his hands from behind his back revealing a gruesome, hell given, vomit inciting tale in the shape of a DVD box decorated with blood as if the title wasn’t giveaway enough what the poor suckers who chose to view it’s contents were in for.

“Oh Jimin no, please. Tonight has been scary enough I don’t need any more help staying awake thank you very much.”

A few steps closer coupled with one or two more shots of those puppy dog eyes however, and there he was, watching some poor girl - who by the way was definitely not dressed appropriately for running around the woods in the middle of winter, which Jimin didn’t seem to think even mattered when he brought it up - try to find her friends and avoid being stabbed at the same time. Not the wind down he had really wanted after such an eventful night, but it wasn’t quite the horror that he had been expecting. Especially not from Jimin, when he had something terrifying planned it was usually, well, terrifying. Budget, slasher films with bad actors generally were not his first pick. Which is exactly why he couldn’t concentrate, not that he had been looking forward to giving his full attention to such gore in the first place, but even Jimin himself didn’t seem particularly interested, wrapped in his blanket and leaning his head back on Hoseok’s lap and drunkenly texting Jungkook about something they both had found funny earlier on in the night. With a contemplative pout, he took the corners of Jimin’s blanket that had been tucked carefully over his chest and pulled it swiftly over his head, evoking a whine from his victim as he pulled the blanket back down to reveal his scowl.

“Hey!”

“Oh come on, you’re not even watching this! It’s not even scary, I’m disappointed in you, Jimin.”

Jimin huffed, taking one last look at the television that was carelessly blaring muddled screaming as if somebody was still listening.

“You’re right, this is boring.”

Jimin rose to his feet in one quick move, scurrying across the room and leaving Hoseok with both a cold lap and a confused demeanor.

“Uh, yeah…so…”

He turned to face Jimin, who had returned just before him again and had, now, a much bigger box in his hands which was far more mysterious in it’s plain black embellishment.

“But, you know how much I hate to disappoint you…”

A cheeky smile appeared on his lips as he slipped a rectangular wooden slate gently out and laid it down on the floor between them.

“What is that?”

“A Ouija board…what, have you really never heard of them before?”

Hoseok shrugged, unquestionably, as he traced his hands lightly over the letters engraved into the wood.

“Well, I guess that works in my favour… it’s kind of like a communication device… but for ghosts. So we both put our fingers on this little bithere -”

He gestured toward a small tear shaped piece of wood with a clear circle on the middle.

“And then we ask the spirits questions and they can spell out their answers to us! I wanted to play it with more people earlier but things got hectic and I forgot. Pretty cool though, right?”

Jimin grinned brightly despite Hoseok’s clear stuttering for lack of any words.

“Okay, so great!” He announced, sitting down and taking Hoseok’s hand with total disregard for his blatant fear, placing it delicately on the little wooden tear he had pointed out earlier. “I think we’re supposed to say hello first…I don’t really remember the rules to be honest but I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s all the same really…”

He slid the piece brazenly over to the word ‘hello’, the surprise of the movement drawing a jump from Hoseok that took him halfway out of his skin.

“What do you want to ask then?”

“Ohmy god…I don’t want to ask anything…how am I even doing this right now?”

“Stop it, come on, it’s Halloween, and you’re here now so you might as well get in the spirit! I guess we should start by asking if there’s any ghosts here, right? That’s what they do in movies…”

Jimin shuffled in his space as he closed his eyes and cleared his throat, and Hoseok watched in complete disbelief of the events unfolding before him.

“Are there any spirits with us right now?”

The air in the room got even colder than it had been before, it felt like the space around them was growing further and further, the walls stretching out long away from each other. The only thing keeping Hoseok grounded in reality was the sunny yet serious look on Jimin’s face as he sat with his eyes closed, waiting.

Suddenly, the little wooden disc began to creep, just an inch first, then another, until finally it let itself rest on the word 'yes’.

“No. Nu-uh, Jimin stop it.”

“Holy shit, I didn’t think it would really work…”

Jimin laughed, eyebrows pressed as far up as they reached on his forehead and mouth agape with wonder. Hoseok opened his mouth to protest any more pushing in this direction but before he could Jimin had already cleared his throat, ready to go again.

“How many of you are there?”

The piece slides quickly to a 9.

“Nine?!”

Hoseok cried out, shock catching on his tongue forcing a catch in his throat as he spoke.

“Are you good or bad spirits?”

“Jimin!”

The piece jiggles a little before setting off again, this time to an E….then a V, an I and finishing off with an L, much to Hoseok’s despair.

“What are you here for?”

Without missing a beat the piece takes off…H…O…S…E…

“Ahh, okay that’s enough!” Hoseok screams, jumping to his feet and falling back a little in the process.

“Put it away, put it away, I can’t deal with vengeful ghosts trying to kill me please or at least if they are I do not want to know about it!”

Jimin laughed, falling on to his back and clutching his stomach for strength.

“Seriously, dude, it’s not funny. I can’t even see them… what if they’re plotting right now?”

“Oh my god, Hobi, calm down! It was me, there are no ghosts, it was a joke!”

Jimin sniffed, wiping tears from his eyes and trying desperately to hold the rest of his laughter in for fear of hurting Hoseok’s feelings. He did look a little embarrassed, standing with his arms crossed and spinning his heel on the ground.

“For reals, it was a joke?”

“For reals.”

“No ghosts?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“So just one huge fucking asshole then?”

He said with a smile, flaring his nostrils and lunging forward to playfully punch Jimin repeatedly anywhere he could reach.

“Hmm, I think you forgot to count the dumbass that made it all possible…”

He grinned, finally letting hold of his laughter at the crack of his own joke. Punching getting him nowhere, Hoseok turned to tickling, which definitely got him a much better reaction, egging him on.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry….I couldn’t help myself…it was so funny…can we just go to bed now I can’t take the tickling any longer…”

Hoseok laughed, colour returning to his face, finally.

“Yeah, since you apologised so nicely…I’m kind of beat after all this to be honest.”

With a final pinch to the side and an evil cackle, Hoseok pulled himself up to his feet once again, this time bringing Jimin up with him.

“Alright well, I’ll see you in the morning then, try not to let the ghosts rip you apart in your sleep.”

Jimin laughed as he turned away to head for bed, only to bounce back when he realised Hoseok hadn’t let go of the hand he had used to pull him off the ground. He was sporting a worried pout, eyes shuffling around their sockets nervously.

“What? I swear I’ll help you today up in the morning but right now I just wanna-”

“No, that’s okay. It’s just…”

He frowned, biting his bottom lip and looking at his feet.

“Wait…you’re not still scared are you?”

“Just a little.”

“Do you want me to watch over you tonight?”

He sniggered, making a mocking face and swaying back and forth with giddiness, relishing in the joy of Hoseok’s discomfort.

“Shut up. But also… kind of, yes.”

“Only if you say please.”

“Just shut up and come to bed, Jimin.”

He giggled, and Jimin joined in as he followed Hoseok out of the room, thinking about how he was absolutely going to use this to get out of tidying up in the morning.