#hobi week 21

[kevinkevinson]

best moms stream LOST!

[luvrxbunny]

flower

pairing: bf!Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

summary: You won’t let Miggy play.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, sad feelings, clothed sex, cum in pants (lmk if I forgot anything)

wc: 2.2k

a/n: Gwen is 21 just for drinking purposes— everyone say thank u to @naeverse for giving me an alternative to google translate for the spanish!! ily bby!! 🫶🏾

Miguel is like your best artwork, in your opinion. The way you took the hard seed he was and watered, loved, cared and nurtured him so he could bloom into the flower he was today is one of your greatest achievements. 

When you met him he was cold, closed off, and angry. It took months of breaking down his wall before he could even admit his feelings for you, it took even more, to get him to express his feelings for you. It was like luring a stray cat, slowly getting him closer, and more comfortable with you before pushing your physical feelings onto him. You coaxed him out of his cave of isolation, of touch deprivation, and showed him how it felt to have someone love on him. 

You were so proud when he started coming to you for simple little things, like a kiss or a hug. You’d be working and he’d stride in, tall and confident just to ask you, shyly, for a kiss. For a long time you explained to him that he didn’t always need to ask you, you were okay with him just coming in and kissing you. You also had to explain to him that he’s allowed to ask for more than a hug or kiss, he was very resistant on that matter but you managed to break him. 

One day he woke up in the middle of the night, you were asleep next to him and he needed you. He laid there for an hour, debating on whether he should wake you up or not. When he did wake you up, you couldn’t have been prouder. You made sure to let him know that as you rode him. 

At first, he wouldn’t even hold your hand or hug you in public. He got comfortable with PDA much quicker than the others, it only took him a few weeks. He plunged himself into it head first.

He went from barely touching you to being all over you. He started sitting you in his lap, resting his arms over your hips while standing behind you, or laying his head on your stomach whenever you guys were chilling in the lounge.

He even got into the habit of running his fingers over your tummy, going under your shirt or dissipating your suit just to feel you. Or he’ll just grope you through your suit, it doesn’t alway seem sexual for him… more like he enjoys the closeness, the intimacy of touching you, holding you in places no one else can. For example; your boobs, your ass, and his most recent, most consistent obsession… your pussy.. just cupping, your clothed pussy.

He says it’s calming for him, most of the time he does it absently. The goal isn't to make you cum, or prep your for his cock. He just loves touching you. It made you unbelievably happy to see him like that, your secretly sweet boy, loving all over you, not caring who’s around. It was one of the best things to ever happen to you.

Which is what makes this current conversation so awkward. 

Hobie is rambling on and on about how disgusting PDA is. Miguel isn't around, thank god. He went to get a drink and never came back. Hobie has been ranting about how inconsiderate, and inappropriate PDA is as you awkwardly sip on your drink, feeling oddly targeted. Jess and Gwen agree with him, saying that it’s not that serious but definitely annoying. You’re just wishing for them all to just stop before Miguel returns, terrified that he’ll retreat back into his shell. That you’ll loose your sweet flower.

“ ‘M jus sayin’ it’s not like they can’t wait ‘til they get ‘ome. I jus feel like… come off it, y’know? Like you’re in public, right? Jus... keep it in your pants.” You down your drink and decide to finally butt into the conversation. 

“Hobie. I love you but you’re the same guy who doesn’t believe in consistency.” You earn a little chuckle from the table. “Get in a loving, serious, consistent relationship, and tell me you’ll never want to be affectionate outside your house.” The words spit from your mouth with more venom than intended but you stand your ground. 

“Aye, I guess. But like, some people don’t know when to dial it back.” He laughs with Gwen as you get up to leave. Jess is sending you an apologetic look that you smile at briefly before turning to walk away. You’re stopped by a.. wall? 

You open your eyes to see what you ran into and see Miguel smiling down at you. “Where are you going?” You smile back at him, genuinely, and tell him a half-truth. “I was looking for you! Where have you been?”

Miguel looks a little drunk, his face flushed, and his eyes hazy. You guys have been drinking but it usually takes more. He shrugs and sits in your seat, patting his leg for you to sit in his lap.

You start toward him but then Hobie’s words play in your head and you shake your head softly at him. He looks confused but nods at you and falls into the conversation, now talking about the latest mission. 

You’re standing there considering Hobie’s words. If you imagine how you and Miguel act from an outsider's perspective… you can see why they’d find it annoying. Anxiety curls and makes a home in your chest as you flip through all your favorite memories of you and Miguel, all of them now tainted. You head over to the bar silently, needing another drink when you feel someone behind you. 

You feel pressure on the top of your head and know it's Miguel, placing a kiss on your head, another recent habit of his. You do nothing, ignore it as he wraps his arms around your waist and leans into you. “Oh, Peter B. says Hello. He was here earlier for a bit. That’s what took me so long. He made me drink with him too. Puede que haya bebido mucho.” 

(“I may have had too much to drink”)

A smile makes its way onto your face as you listen to him, his accent thicker with his intoxication. He’s leaning on you, not for support but just to feel you against him. You guys stand there in comfortable silence until you feel Miguel’s hand begin to slide from your hip to your pelvis, it slides underneath the band of your skirt and you stop him. “Not now, Miggy. Sorry.” Your drink arrives, you pay, and leave. Miguel follows behind you, slightly deflated by your rejection. Your mind is still on Hobie’s words. 

Are we “too much”? Do we take it “too far”..? Maybe we should just dial it back a little... 

You guys arrive back at the table and Miguel tries again. His hands come to your waist and quickly slide down, trying to get under your skirt. You don’t say anything, you keep talking to Gwen as you pull his hand out.

The night goes well from that point. Miguel makes more advances that are gently rejected or avoided by you. You all gradually get drunk as the night goes on, Miguel drinks a bit more than he usually would and recluses himself to a table next to where you guys are sitting. Jess leaves first, Gwen and Hobie following her not too long after.

You and Miguel decide to leave and Uber home in silence. He usually talks more after hanging out in a group, saying everything he thought but couldn't say, giving his rating on the interaction, and more. This time, however, he’s silent, looking out his window with furrowed brows the whole ride. The silence only breaks once you both are in the apartment and you speak up. 

“Why are you so quiet tonight?” You’re staring at his back as he stands in the living room. He doesn’t answer you at first, he just stands there before sighing and turning around. 

“Why won’t you let me play with you?” His voice is weaker than you’ve ever heard it, his eyes look sad and desperate and his hands are wringing each other. You’ve never seen him like this, nervous and unsure. It breaks your heart. 

You rush over to him and wrap him in a hug. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you wanted to that bad, baby.” You let him go and kiss his cheek. “I—“ You sigh defeatedly. “Hobie got in my head about PDA. I don’t know why I listen to him.” Miguel lets out a sigh of relief at your words, some of the tension leaving his body. 

“That idiot? Yeah, no. Don’t listen to him, amor.” You smile at him and he kisses you softly. When you pull away he still has that nervous look in his eyes. “Do you wanna play with me now?” you ask gently. He nods so timidly that you regret ever rejecting him. You kiss him with a smile as he walks you backward, only stopping once your back hits the wall.

His breath is already speeding up, his chest heaving as his hand slowly slides up your skirt. The moment his fingers come in contact with your clothed pussy he groans out, louder than you. You’re shocked by his reaction as he keeps rubbing your clit, gasping, and moaning with you as if he was touching himself. 

His mouth is open as moans tumble through his lips. He’s not looking at you, just watching his fingers move on your pussy. His eyebrows draw more inward the faster he moves his fingers, his moans turning into whines the faster he goes. 

At some point, his fingers roll over your clit more perfectly than you can handle and your hips buck into his hands. His knees almost buckle at the sight as he lets out a deep, rumbling groan. 

“Santa mierda.” His eyes roll back as he feels your wetness soak through your panties and dampen his fingers. He’s desperately hard in his pants and his hips are thrusting up into the air in time with his movements over your pussy. “Echaba mucho de menos esto, cariño”

(“Holy shit.”)

( “I missed this so much honey”)

You giggle at his apology. He tends to do this a lot when you have him extra worked up. He always feels bad because he knows you can't understand him but the truth is that when he gets you like this… Whining, moaning, and pressing into him.

He cannot function.

He can’t think about anything but breeding you, getting his fat cock into your soft pussy, and painting your cervix. He’s not worried about what language it happens in. His brain can’t focus on things like that, he’s tried.

Your hips thrust up into his hand as you grip his biceps, your nails digging in painfully, making him moan even louder. His fingers move against you perfectly, the Spanish falling from his lips pulls you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your legs start to twitch and tense, your knees weakening as the burning in your stomach grows. Your hands come up around Miguel’s neck to pull him closer to you. 

“You’re making me feel so good, Miggy. Fuck- I love you so much, baby.” He lifts you off your feet, pressing you up against the wall and lifting your legs over his waist. He takes a step forward and buries himself in your neck, his hips come forward, pressing his bulge against your mound with a groan. “Yeah, good. Good, Miggy- shi-it.” You feel his fangs slide out of his mouth and press into your skin as he whimpers. “Holy- Miguel, I- fuck, like that baby please.” 

His whines turn to groans as he thrusts against you like he was actually fucking you. His hips swivel into yours, stuttering as he listens to your moans. “N-nena, estoy tan cerca. Maldita sea, te sientes tan jodidamente bien, mi amor. Siento que no puedo respirar. Mierda, te sientes increíble.” 

(“B-baby, I'm so close. Damn, you feel so fucking good, my love. I feel like I can't breathe. Shit, you feel amazing.”)

You moan louder at his words, the way they roll off of his tongue. You can’t even describe how you feel when he speaks, especially in Spanish. It feels like his words vibrate through your ears, to your stomach, and settle in your core, winding you up as tightly as you can go. “Yeah? Oh, I’m gonna c-cum. Fuck- talk to me, Miggy. T-tell me how it feels, honey.”

Miguel can feel his eyes roll back into his head at your words. You know he can’t speak English right now, and he knows you love it anyway, the thought has him hurtling toward his orgasm. “Te sientes tan perfecta, nena. Voy a correrme tan fuerte por ti. ¿Lo quieres? ¿Quieres que te dé mi leche, miel? Te lo daré, todo por ti, nena. Mierda.” 

(“You feel so perfect, baby. I'm gonna cum so hard for you. Do you want it? Do you want me to give you my milk honey? I'll give it to you, all for you, baby. Shit.")

Your legs crush his waist as you cum, trembling in his arms as his hips keep fucking against you, his moans growing in volume. You bring your hands up to dive into his hair, pulling at it, gripping it as he growls into your neck. He’s trying to hold off until you’re done, he wants to keep going, he wants to make you cum for so long that you can’t breathe but the way you’re grasping his brown locks makes it impossible. His muscles tense, his hands squeezing you into a bruising hold as his groans devolve back into whines, his body shaking as his cock explodes. 

He cums so hard he thinks he blacks out for a moment. His cock pumps out rope after rope of his cum into his pants, he wishes it was inside you for a moment and he’s cumming harder at the thought. His hips continue to buck into you desperately as he moans out your name. You feel one of his hands leave your waist and rest on your cheek shakily, pushing your head in his direction and placing a kiss on your cheek. He grunts as he bucks against you one more time before putting you down. 

You knees give out the moment you touch the ground and Miguel holds you up with a chuckle. “¿Qué? ¿No puedes soportarlo, cariño? ¿Tus piernas ya no funcionan?” He teases you as he carries you to the bedroom, your head rests on his chest, feeling the vibrations as he speaks. 

(“What? You can't stand, honey? Your legs don't work anymore?”)

“You better hush up before I fuck you.” You spit back at him jokingly but you feel his pace falter at the threat. 

“Uh, Qué... ¿Cuál es el dicho? Don’t threaten me with a good time?” He says in a teasing tone but his eyes are already clouding over again, desperate. 

(“what... what's the saying?”)

thank you so much for reading!! please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all! also if you liked it please take a look at my masterlist!

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I have some fun news.

I am going to NYC to see Jimin's The Truth Untold Exhibition!!!! I'm so glad I bought tickets before it SOLD OUT! It is not sold out, only the early bird tickets are sold out. Regular price tickets are still available.

But see? That's how misinformation is spread, when one person on X screams it's sold out and random people (me, I'm random people) scroll through and see the post and run with it.... (rolls eyes).

ANYWAY...

I need to see Jimin's outfits in real life. I need to see the size and shape of that man up close and personal. I won't ever dream that I'd ever get to actually see Jimin in the flesh within touching distance but I will see his actual clothing within inches of myself and that's almost the next best thing.

I am going in June the week after the four are discharged, the tickets I bought are for June 21, the day Yoongi is released from his social service.

If there is a group live from the Hybe building lounge room couch while I'm in that exhibit I will scream with everyone else. My family will be traumatized but oh well, right?

It'll be a day to remember.

And... I discovered AFTER THE FACT that we booked our hotel right in the middle of Koreatown. I HAD NO IDEA until I started to look for restaurants and guess what? Antoya is 2 blocks from my hotel. I will take pictures. Not sure if we'll go eat there but who knows. We'll try.

[Yes, I used that potato quality, non-official pic.]

Of course I'll blog about the trip when I get back.

But WE HAVE SO MUCH TO ACCOMPLISH BEFORE THEN!!!

Jin's Echo album and subsequent tour!

FESTA!!! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE SCHEDULE!!!!

AND THE FREEDOM OF OUR SEVEN!!!! HOW WILL IT UNFOLD??? WHO WILL MEET WHO AT THE GATES??? I CAN'T WAIT!! I'M GONNA CRY, LOSE SLEEP, CRY SOME MORE!!!

Hobi wrapping up HOS tour and the HOS Final in Seoul ON FESTA DAY! And ANOTHER new song at some point!

The timing of Hobi's HOS Final concerts has been known for a long time. Securing that stadium for those dates had to be planned well ahead. I will be watching the livestream of both nights.

There is no way we will not see the freshly discharged members in some way, they will be there, in the audience or on stage or at the very least in photos from backstage. They will be there. Why wouldn't they? The timing was timed as if the Universe said "let it be so."

As far as performing, I won't wish too hard for it but they might?! The timing of these shows is just giving so much potential for anything to happen!

In a blog post on July 2, 2024, I said they would hit the ground running. Look at Jin and Hobi since.

They aren't going to "rest" after discharge. If you think that, you clearly have not been paying attention to what they've been saying for the past 3 years.

They've looked forward to all of this for YEARS, "this" meaning "this time of post-military enlistment" where nothing is in the way of their artistic freedom and living their lives the way they wish. It was such an ordeal to get to this point in time, years of delays, they are not going to sit around and let more time pass before they get back on stage.

Successful people are DRIVEN. They are ready to hit the ground running.

I am overwhelmed knowing in less than five weeks 6 out of 7 will be free. I don't want to get my hopes up but I feel strongly that at the very very least, a 7-member group photo will be shared at some point during those few days of total chaos.

I will watch the livestream of Jin's concert, but as of this moment, I am not going to go see him. Never say never though,right? But after watching his concert livestream, I might change my mind. We'll see. I reserve the right to book a last minute trip (its the way I roll anyway). I am very excited for his album next week!

This is going to be an unpopular opinion with some: Anyone who knows me knows I support all of them, right? But I gotta be real here. The AMAs are the American Music Awards. Jimin's Who went furthest over here than any of the others this past year. The no-brainer to me is to vote for Jimin for this particular award. I have to weigh the circumstances and the numbers.

The context was not taken into consideration in this case and now the votes are going to be split.

We need to be smarter and stop being driven by emotions when there clearly were numbers to show how big Who was in the U.S. this past year.

The drama and fighting was unnecessary. RPWP and Come Back to Me have won so many critical awards – real, peer reviewed and film industry awards – that trying to "give" Namjoon this AMA award just seems very manipulative.

Don't get me wrong, if Namjoon wins this I WILL BE ECSTATIC that Army actually pulled it off. But I will also be surprised if he wins because I know the votes are split between he and Jimin. I'm afraid it will be a sad situation of self-sabotage and the BP girl is going to win because of that.

In other instances, if I am faced with choosing between Jimin and any of the others... Jimin is my man y'all. It is what it is.

Regarding fans who also went on hiatus: Let the fans who took a break come back without criticizing them. Let the casual fans be casual. Just because they weren't obsessed with social media these past few years does not make them "less" of a fan or unimportant. There will always be someone doing something "more" than you in some aspect so just shut up and let them come back and get off your high horse of self-importance.

I do not sustain a constant social media presence but I'm here with my face in the BTS business every single day. I know what is going on to obsessive levels.

I also have a life, a job, family, etc that I must pay attention to as well. But in my down time, everything BTS is what I'm obsessed with. You just don't see me needlessly posting about myself doing it 24/7.

Let. Them. Be. The world needs BTS, let the world come as they are, casual, hardcore, baby Army, OG Army, everyone come to the BTS table and feast! No one has a right to gate keep the 7.

Every day that comes keeps getting brighter and brighter knowing our 7 will be back together NEXT MONTH! 30 days left for Jimin and Jungkook, 40 for Yoongi, 29 for Namjoon and Tae.

[mauveisroyalexo]

C H A P T E R - F I V E

Summary: While Akira recovers from her injuries, Bangtan notice a shift in Akira’s behavior, both physically and mentally. Akira also learns more about her family’s history, raising more questions than answers for her.

Warnings: Graphic depictions of serious injuries; talk of depression; lots of crying; angst, lycan lore, strong language, breeding kink, heavy smut, strong violence, angst, parallel polyandry relationships, omegaverse, a/b/o, slow burn, trauma/healing themes, abusive family. mention of blood, extreme violence, sexual themes, heavy petting, physical abuse, etc. dni if you are not over 21

WC: 9,873

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“She still can’t speak, what’s the issue doc? Why can’t my mate speak?!”

A week had passed since the incident Akira faced. She was able to wake without much of a blurry vision, though it was still difficult to see. Half the time, she couldn’t make out who was in front of her; the only people she could recognize was Jungkook, the raised skin from his tattoos was a dead giveaway, as well as Yoongi, from the scar on his face. The bruising to her body was slowly healing. Both her ankle and wrist were bandaged due to a sprain. The swelling in both eyes had gone down some, but not much, which still impaired her vision. The doctor was able to fix her nose, also still bandaged and the cuts were still held together by surgical glue and stitches for some.

But the worst was her breathing. Three broken ribs meant tightly wound bandages around her torso. It proved to be difficult when her throat was still damaged from being choked. The nasty bruise around her throat was evident that her larynx still hadn’t healed fully, “She’s still wheezing, she should be talking by now, it’s been a week!”

The doctor sighed, “Mr. Min, I assure you that this is normal. Her throat is still badly bruised, it’s going to take time for her to speak.” Yoongi, all with the rest of Bangtan, turned towards Akira as the doctor walked closer. Every time he did, she flinched. She knew logically, he wasn’t a threat, but mentally, she wasn’t there yet. Akira still couldn’t see and she didn’t have heightened senses like her male counterparts. Understandably, she was jumpy.

“Shh, hey, hey, I’m right here, you’re ok.” Yoongi calmed Akira as her hoarse whimpers grew louder. He grabbed her hand and held it to his face, “It’s Yoongi. Yoongi.” He whispered back. Her fingers trailed down his scar and her heart rate slowly dropped to normal. Hand falling limp as Yoongi grabbed it once more and held it. A few of the men looked away, hurt by the damage that was done, while others just simply walked out the room, it being too much to bear.

“Akira, I need to see how far along your throat’s healing. Can you open your mouth for me?” The doctor asked patiently. Though she hesitated, Akira did as he asked. “Yeah, still some swelling. The warm fluids has reduced it tremendously though, just keep drinking warm to room temperature drinks, nothing with sugar in it. Are you able to try and speak today, Ms. Batiste?” Akira winced, shaking her head ‘no’.

“Her name is Kim. It’s Akira Kim now.” Namjoon spoke with an authoritative coldness that edged out. He sat on the window seal very still and quiet, as if his mind was racing with millions of possibilities to detach Akira from the Batiste name. He never held such hate in his heart before this. Every day he struggled to hold onto what little was left of his humanity. Akira was the only thing keeping him together.

“Apologies. Ms. Kim, we’ll see about talking in a couple of days or so, when the swelling has gone down.” After the doctor left, Yoongi remained by Akira’s side. He kissed her hand and whispered how everything was going to be ok. “Where’d the pups go?” Yoongi asked, referring to Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook.

“Hobi took them outside, they were still too upset. Their scent was starting to sour.” Jin sighed, sitting down in a chair in the far corner of the room. Akira turned her head to his voice, seeing a blurry figure sitting near the corner. Jin smiled weakly, “I’m here, sweetheart. We’re all here.” They sadly watched as tears streamed down her face. The pain of their mate left their wolves in agony. Over the next few days, Akira eventually started to get better. She could sit up without being in pain. Her sight was getting better, still blurry but only slightly. Thankfully, there was no brain damage from the amount of head trauma she received so her cognitive abilities were still intact.

“H-Home?” Her voice left in a whisper as it was still bruised and swollen and hoarse. The doctor, feeling that she would be well taken care of, released her to go home, but she had no clue where that would be.

“Yes baby, you’re going home with us from now on.” Namjoon replied. Akira sat on the hospital bed, just as confused as before. “We feel that you’re safer with us. Rules and ceremonies be damned, you’re coming home with us.” Akira looked down at her hands, a soft sigh escaped her lips. The men all noticed that Akira didn’t seem all that excited. Yet, they did take into account that she almost nearly died at the hands of her father and eldest brother, so her solemn spirit was expected. After helping her into a wheelchair, Namjoon exited the hospital room. Outside the room, Jin stood, waiting. Everyone was at home, moving Akira’s things and getting her room ready. “The pups are excited to have you home with us. I’ll make sure that they leave you alone to rest though, they can get a little rowdy.” Jin joked.

“P-Pup?” Akira stuttered softly, raising a hand to point at herself. Jin smiled,

“Yes, I guess since technically, you are the youngest, you’d be a pup too.” Akira could barely speak in full sentences at the moment. The physical trauma left by her father brought on psychological ones as well. After discharging her from the hospital, Namjoon waited with her outside while Jin brought the car around,

“I know everything is a lot right now…but I promise, no one is ever going to hurt you again, Akira.” Akira made out Namjoon’s blurry face. She reached out to touch it, making him lay his cheek in the palm of her hand. She was sad she could no longer make out his face, no matter how much she blinked.

“Joon…” Akira sounded winded and out of breath. Namjoon held onto her hand, moving forward to kiss her gently on the forehead,

“Yeah baby, it’s Joon.” If he didn’t know better, Namjoon would’ve thought he saw a hint of a smile on Akira’s face. The car pulled up just as Namjoon stood to his full height. Jin hopped out and opened the door, then helped Namjoon get Akira inside. “I’ll sit in the back with her.” Jin nodded, watching Namjoon climb in the back seat. Throughout the drive, Akira had dozed off. The medication they gave made her drowsy. Namjoon sighed a sigh of relief as Akira dropped her head on his shoulder, “This is killing me. I’m supposed to be a leader and yet the one thing I couldn’t do was protect her. I should’ve listened to everyone and brought her home sooner.”

“She’s not going to see it that way. Right now, she’s going to see you as her Alpha, as her protector. It’s you that she trusts more than ever right now. Do not let this guilt consume you, Joon-ah. You did nothing wrong.” Jin assured him. Namjoon just stared down at Akira, who fell asleep on his shoulder. The light wheeze of her breath a concern of his. Throughout the ride, neither felt as though they could relax until you were home with them. When the streets turned into winding forest back roads the deeper they went, it wasn’t far off until they reached their large two story home. The grey washed brick contrasted beautifully with the black matte exterior. Stone driveway paths lead to the two door garage and large oak door; while others lead to a tiny lake pond out front. Large windows let out warm lighting as the glow from inside made it homey.

The exterior at the back of the house was no different, with steps leading down to large land with miles of green and a large pavilion that held guests whenever family and friends visited. The patio area was decked out with black and cream pillows and chairs and sheet curtains to keep bugs away. Pulling up to the driveway, Taehyung and Hoseok watched wearily as Taehyung paced back and forth. Namjoon moved Akira off his shoulder as Jin came to a stop in front of the steps. Taehyung quickly met Namjoon at the car door, opening it in such a hurry that Namjoon had to shush him, “She’s sleeping. They have her heavily medicated.” Taehyung nodded, licking his lips as he apologized.

“Where is everyone else?” Jin questioned just as Namjoon lifted Akira gently into his arms.

“Yoongi has Jimin and Jungkook making lunch for everyone. Tae and I just finished getting Akira’s room ready.” Hoseok stared fondly at Akira, wishing she was awake to greet them. Whatever drugs they gave her, Akira was completely knocked out. She didn’t feel Namjoon pick her up. She didn’t feel him ascending the large staircase with her in his arms. She didn’t even feel when he tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead. But the moment she felt Namjoon slipping away, she grabbed his sleeve immediately, “Nnoooo…Joon..”. Like any alpha, Namjoon could not ignore the cries of his mate. He sat at the edge of her bed, grabbing hold of the hand that reached for him, “Guess I’m staying here.”

“Do you want us to bring up your food? I think she’ll be able to eat the soup Jimin’s making.” Taehyung asked. Without tearing his eyes from her, Namjoon nodded lightly. He brought Akira’s hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle. They all stared quietly, helplessly as she slept. Hoseok sighed, feeling tired all of a sudden. He sat at the foot of the bed, looking troubled, “We have to make this legal, Joon-ah. We never did the ceremony, her father or grandmother has the legal standing to take her back. She’s not ours until she’s completely ours.”

During a crossing ceremony, once an alpha claims their mate, the mate crosses out the name of their familial pack and takes on their own. It is essentially a wedding of sorts. Usually done in front of the families, the council, and friends. The head of the familial pack and the head of the mate’s pack sign their names as well, sealing the bond completely. Unfortunately, due to circumstances, that hasn’t happened for Bangtan yet.

“I know that. She just needs time to heal. Please Hobi-hyung, can’t it wait?” Namjoon begged.

Hoseok sighed, “It can, but not for long. We need to do this right. She needs to be able to receive everything in case one of us—.”

“Dies?” Taehyung questioned softly, “Isn’t it a little early for that, hyung?” Taehyung frowned.

“With the way the rebels are reaching across the states, we might not be afforded time. She needs to be well taken care of if something happens.” While the pack loved Hoseok’s logical nature, the timing felt wrong. “Other than that, we have more pressing concerns. How are we gonna take care of her?”

Taehyung stared, confused,“What do you mean?”

“I mean how are we…gonna bathe her.” Hoseok stared awkwardly at the comforter set as the room grew silent. Awkwardness flowed through the room. Jin coughed,

“I think she can bathe herself, it’s the undressing part we’ll have to deal with. We shouldn’t make this awkward for her, it’s perfectly normal to need help.”

“Well count me out.” Namjoon shook his head, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, “My wolf barely contained himself when we made out, it’s not gonna survive seeing her naked.”

“Hey!” Jin scolded, “Honestly, Joon-ah.” Jin tisked, shaking his head.

“What?! I’m being honest—do you not see how gorgeous she is?! I’m surprised it didn’t come out the first day!” Namjoon whispered harshly, checking back at Akira to make sure she was asleep still. “You didn’t smell how good she smelled hyung. I almost couldn’t control my wolf, that hasn’t happened in years.”

“Maybe our betas should stick to helping her, then.” Taehyung coughed, awkwardly scratching the side of his neck.

“Normally our betas aren’t affected but Akira is different.” Jin confessed, “Even Jimin said he felt pulled to her. Normally, us betas wouldn’t feel magnetic energy but again, Akira is different, and I have no clue why.”

“You think it has something to do with her grandmother being a Divine?” Hoseok pondered.

Jin sighed, “That, I’m not sure of.”

— — —

The following days, everyone took shifts trying to have Akira adjust while in recovery. Bathing and showering she could manage on her own until it got to her hair. Trying to wash it proved difficult when raising her arms; the tightness from her injuries nearly made her pass out from the ache. The guys didn’t mind messing up a few towels and clothes if it meant stepping into the walk in shower to help her. Jimin volunteered, having watched and studied multiple videos on her hair type. “I didn’t realize your hair was longer than this, love.” Jimin smiled, noticing her coils elongate even further past tailbone length.

“I never…cut..my hair..” Though her breathing was still shallow and at times difficult, Akira was able to start talking again, albeit a whisper. It was difficult for Akira to raise her voice; the soreness was raw at the base of her throat. Jimin curled his fingers at the root, massaging her head gently. Akira closed her eyes, sighing softly. Jimin, amongst all of them, was more than happy to try and make Akira as comfortable and as safe as possible. Though he didn’t expect to see so much of her exposed body so soon, seeing as how they never had their date yet, Jimin tried with all his might to not be tempted. He loved looking at her cocoa melanated skin. Glistening under the few water drops as the steam from the shower engulfed them. Her hair covered the small of her back, barely teased by the now soaking wet body towel. Her neck looked inviting, just waiting to be bitten.

He’s a Beta, he’s not supposed to stir up these rabid emotions his wolf was causing. They’re supposed to be neutral—exactly what was Akira doing to his pack?

‘Omega smells so good. I need to know if she tastes the same.’

“Cool it.” Jimin growled, rinsing out the shampoo from Akira’s hair.

Akira turned slightly, “Hm?” A confused expression on her face. Jimin nearly moaned at the look she gave him; her innocent eyes staring up at him while hands held up a wet towel that did little to cover her chest.

He took a deep breath, her sweet, brown sugar chocolate scent deepened due to the shower, “Nothing, just my wolf causing trouble.” Jimin chuckled.

“Mm.” Akira turned back around, back straightened. Jimin continued washing her hair until it felt as soft as the sweater he gifted her. When he was done, he turned off the water and left to get them both new towels. Being a gentleman, he looked away when he held a towel up to Akira, making sure she was covered before bringing her to the vanity sink, where her hair products were.

“I’m afraid I’m not good at braiding, love.” Jimin tutted, still trying to master how to care for her, yet not quite there yet. Though she wasn’t looking at him, a habit she seems to have formed with all the guys lately, she did give him a small, light smile. Akira loved that he was at least trying.

“A ponytail…is fine…for now.” She replied breathlessly.

Jimin made sure to detangle and put in the right products before placing her hair in a ponytail. He then left her to dry off and get ready for an afternoon of lounging around; her clothes folded neatly on the counter as she got her unscented shea butter and lotion to put on before layering it with some cocoa scented body oil. The soft oversized sweater Jimin had gifted her months ago—so pink and plush like cotton candy—laid next to a pair of rose pink silk shorts. After finding a way to get dressed, Akira slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom door. Jimin was throwing the blanket Taehyung made for her onto the bed when he heard the crack of the bathroom door. His soft smile reassured her, but still, she needed help getting to the bed as her vision still continued to be blurry. She could make out the outlines of his face, but slowly, it would take a while for her full vision to come back to her.

Jimin took quick strides to get to her, holding his arm out to her, “Where do you want to sit, the bed or the couch?”

“Bed..please..” Akira murmured softly. The spacious room was probably bigger than anything she’s ever had. The large suite opened up to a cream colored room with plush beige carpeting. A black stone fireplace sat offset to the large four poster canopy bed with mountains of pillows. Some of Akira’s things had been placed away while a few things remained in her large walk-in closet. The closet led to her massive bedroom where black stone heated flooring covered the floor, matching the shower room where a large soaking tub sat on one end and a shower bench with rainfall shower heads hung on the other. On the other side of the room sat two seating areas, one underneath a large windowsill; two chairs and an end table. The other seating area she had, separated by two steps leading into a living room area. The wide L-shaped cream colored couch still allowed room for a small coffee table, an entertainment area where her large television sat, and matching chair to the couch.

To Akira, it felt like a mini apartment, but to the guys, it was her private den. A place where their omega could relax in peace and not be disturbed. They each wanted Akira to feel safe in their home, away from anything or anyone they could harm her.

But Jimin, like the rest of his pack, noticed a dimness in her eyes. The sweet, gentle woman they had grown to love had become listless and nervous. She hardly smiled anymore. She barely comes out of her room since her meals are brought to her. And any time she is out of her room, she’s holding onto one of them for dear life. Fear. Fear is what has Akira shaking every day and night. Fear is what has her looking over her shoulders, head on a constant swivel. It was the fear of her family that had her crying out every night, as if reliving the same moment over and over. No one knew how to comfort her. But no one gave up, either.

“No walks today love? How about some tv?” Akira nodded as Jimin pulled back the covers, allowing her to get into bed. He then sat beside her, grabbing the remote to turn on something for her to listen to. It didn’t matter what was on, Akira would just lay her head on Jimin’s shoulder and fall asleep anyway. “Tired already? We haven’t even started yet. Jimin giggled.

“Always…t-tired…now.” Akira muttered, feeling how drowsy the pain meds she took early made her feel. Jimin bit his lip, worried about her state, ‘Hyung? I’m worried about Akira, she doesn’t look so good.’

Within minutes, feet raced up the stairs and started towards Akira’s room. The door cracked open, as to not startle her. Jimin looked up; Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung walked in with Yoongi, Jungkook, and Namjoon unfortunately stuck at work, both crowding their mind-link with questions. Jimin assured them that medication was the issue, “I think her medicine is what’s making her act this way. She can barely keep her eyes open or sit up.”

Jin sat in front of Akira, knowing he broke the rule of being invited to her nest, but it was urgent, “Hey there tiny lady, can you open your eyes for me?” Though she struggled, Akira managed to open her eyes long enough to see Jin smile. “There’s our pretty girl. How about you rest and we figure out what to do about your meds, ok?”

“Yes…Jinnie…” Akira sighed, closing her eyes once again as she laid down fully. Jimin tucked her in, softly pushing away loose hairs from her face. He looked on the verge of tears,

“These pills..they’re sucking the life out of her, Jin.” Jimin whimpered.

“It’s not just the pills, her depression has made itself back into her mind. Everything she endured, it’s beginning to show and we just have to navigate through that. But for now, I think weaning her off her meds or lessening the amount might help.” They all stared helplessly at Akira’s sleeping figure once again. Taehyung clasped Jimin’s shoulder as tears welled in his eyes. Hoseok stood by the door, watching for any changes in her breathing or even the slightest sign of discomfort. Everything, sadly, was a waiting game.

— — —

“Akira is depressed and instead of helping her through it, we’re down here bickering on what not to do.”

Ever the voice of reason, Jin calmed all tempers in the living room of their home that chilly Friday afternoon. It had been three weeks since Akira officially moved in with them, and although there had been improvement in speech and a little of her eyesight, and physical activity, her state of mind had not. There were days where Akira wouldn’t leave her bed. Days where tears fell endlessly down her face and everything that reminded her of her family seeped into the dark corners of her mind. The hurt she felt from being severely wounded by her father and betrayal from her sister. Her grandmother and mother called, but she refused to answer the phone. She wasn’t ready yet. Akira knew, deep down, she wasn’t ready to deal with the fallout of everything.

In the living room, tempers flared on how to best help Akira cope, but Jin, being older and the pack Beta, had the final say, “We’re not going to push her into feeling better, that would just make her more anxious. We have to ease her into it. She’s only ever been with family, on top of that, all she’s ever known is abuse. This is the biggest adjustment she’s ever had to face, and all at once, it is not surprising that she’s feeling how she feels.”

“So then what do we do, hyung?” Jungkook pleaded, “Because seeing her like this is killing me.” He frowned, dropping his face into his hands. Jimin rubbed the overgrown puppy’s back, trying to comfort him.

“This is new for you, not being the baby pup in the pack anymore, it’s new for all of us. And I know now your instinct is to protect her.” Jin ruffled his hair soothingly, “But we have to move at her pace. We have to ease her into feeling better because if we push, we’ll push her away. She’s fragile. Right now, it’s best to let her come to us.”

As if on cue, ears perked and heads shot upwards towards the staircase at the sound of movement. The door to Akira’s room cracked open; tiny squeaks of the hinges and soft patter of socked feet made their way to the hallway. She was searching for one of them. Hoseok, being the closest to the stairs, called out, “Did you need something, princess?”

“I wanna come downstairs.” Akira replied meekly. Dashing towards the top of the stairs, Hoseok held out his hands for her. Akira grabbed them, looping her arm through his as he helped her down. Soft greetings of ‘love’ and ‘beautiful’ and ‘sweetheart’ tickled Akira’s ears as she moved closer to the couch. Jungkook and Jimin made space for her, seating her in the middle between them. Today she was comfy, once again sporting the cotton candy colored swear and grey sweatpants. She decided that sulking in her room for the day would be too much for her.

“Is there something you needed, sweetheart?” Yoongi quietly asked, being ever so attentive.

“I got tired of being in bed all day. I realized that I’ve done nothing but sulk since I’ve gotten here, I’ve been a terrible guest.” Akira frowned.

“You’re not a guest Akira, this is your home.” Namjoon challenged, making Akira look at him, “And we understand why you’ve needed to be alone. We’d never push you to be ready.”

“I just…I feel so guilty. I feel responsible for all of this…” Akira whispered weakly, bowing her head with embarrassment.

“You have nothing to feel guilty about, my love.” Jimin placed two fingers under her chin and raised her head, “Nothing you’ve ever done should have warranted what your father had done. Nothing.” Jimin spoke lowly, staring into her eyes. “None of this is your fault.”

“But I—.”

“No, no buts.” Jungkook pouted, wrapping his arms gently around Akira’s waist. Akira blinked, somewhat startled from the touch. “You’re innocent. What your family’s been doing is wrong.”

The silence was loud. Each held their breath as they awaited Akira’s reaction. Silently, a tear rolled down her cheek as she shuffled. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of her neck, scenting her, while Jimin swiped her cheeks, “It’s ok to cry, love. It’s ok to feel.”

“I don’t wanna feel.” Akira whimpered, “I’m tired of feeling, I don’t wanna deal with any of this, I wanna be numb.” Akira cried harder, making Jungkook whimper.

“You have to feel, beautiful.” Namjoon moved in closer, sitting in front of her on the edge of the coffee table, “Being numb closes you off to all the good feelings too, not just the bad ones. Look, listen to me,” Namjoon smoothly grabbed hold of her hands, “Whatever you’re feeling, whenever you’re feeling it, place that burden on us. It’s our job as your pack, your mates, to protect you. It’s our job to take care of you. Let us do that job, Akira.”

“I can’t,” Akira cried even harder, “I can’t.”

“You have to, princess.” Yoongi stood, towering next to Namjoon, “You have to let us try and take care of you; I know it’s not what you’re used to and I know you usually have to fend for yourself, but our pack doesn’t work like that. We take care of each other. We’re a family, we take care of everyone we love, and it’s a biological need to take care of our mate, it’s instinct. Taking care of you is basic instinct.”

“I don’t know how..” Akira sniffles, tears streaming quickly down her face.

“Then let us do the work. Let us take that burden from you.” Jimin spoke calmly. He tucked her head just beneath his chin as more tears spilled. It’s bittersweet to see someone you care about cry their eyes out. These weren’t tears of joy, they were of sadness and sorrow. Heartbreak and grief. Akira had to find her way out of the shadows and though she wouldn’t be alone, it was still such a lonely battle to finish.

— — —

“You’re awfully quiet over there, Tiny Lady. Any particular reason why?”

The past couple of days have been trying for Akira and for Bangtan. News circulated that the elopement of Naomi and Jackson caused drama within pack families, as it went against rules and customs. Even more so with the news of Bangtan not having a crossing ceremony at all, going straight into the legal proceedings between Hoseok, Namjoon, and Genevieve Batiste. The dust was settling. Akira was officially theirs, even if she could not be present for it.

“I heard grandmother and Namjoon talk when she was here…Naomi and Jackson…they’re back, aren’t they, Jin?”

No secret could be kept from Akira in Bangtan. News spread like wildfire that Jackson and Naomi were back from their impromptu honeymoon. Tensions flared once Namjoon and Jin were summoned to the Wang pack. Though he was pissed, Namjoon showed great restraint when it came to informing Jackson of what his and Naomi’s actions caused. Jin glared Naomi down as she sat next to Jackson the entire meeting Jackson tried apologizing, mortified at every detail Namjoon explained of Akira’s state.

“Akira,” Jin sighed, turning from the back patio’s lounge chair to her, “I really think you shouldn’t have to worry about that right now.” The air blew a slight breeze as everyone hung out in the large backyard. Jungkook and Taehyung were chasing a frisbee in their wolf forms as Hoseok threw it. Jimin and Namjoon were locked in a game of Go and Yoongi was grilling for everyone’s lunch. Jin decided keeping you company was best. “Stressing about it won’t help you heal any faster.”

“I’m not stressing about it. I want nothing to do with Naomi, I hate her.” The silence following had everyone stopping in their tracks. The guys knew that ultimately, they couldn’t separate from their brother pack, but the rift that was caused between sisters left both packs in a tough situation. “As far as I’m concerned, she doesn’t exist to me. I never want to see Naomi again.”

“Love,” Jimin called out, pausing from the game, “Naomi is still your sister, surely you two can—.”

“I don’t have any sisters.” Akira replied, the rippling chills that went down everyone’s spines as the coldness of her gravely voice seeped through, “Naomi Batiste is dead to me.” Though Akira meant every word, tears pooled in her eyes as she struggled to calm her emotions. This wasn’t just a rash decision for Akira, she really thought this through. Separating from her family really took an enormous amount of energy and effort into cutting them off for good, a feat she never thought would happen. “The Batistes’ are dead to me.”

“Beautiful…” Namjoon frowned, “I know that you’re upset, but you can’t possibly mean that.

“Please!” Akira groaned as her voice raised an octave, hurting her throat. Frustration clouded over her like a cloak, her hands reaching up towards her face and closing into a fist, “Don’t tell me what I don’t mean..” her voice traveled in a whisper as tears escaped suddenly. Akira quickly wiped her face, refusing to give any more tears to her family, “You’ve only seen a little of the damage they’ve done, you haven’t even scratched the surface of what they’ve done to me.” Taehyung and Jungkook whimpered as they moved closer to the patio, their large wolves towering over Akira. She never saw them shift into their wolf form, but even then, she wasn’t afraid. Taehyung whimpered the loudest, dropping his head down to chest level with Akira. Placing her hand on his snout, she stroked his face gently, “I’m sorry Tae, I’m not upset with anyone here…”

“How did you know that was Tae?” Hoseok frowned, confused.

“His eyes are the same.” Akira scratched his nose, making Taehyung huff before licking her face, “One brown, one green.”

“And that one,” Akira nodded, “has eyes like boba balls so I know it’s Jungkook.” Jungkook snorted, turning away from them. Jimin and Yoongi snickered, knowing Jungkook didn’t like being compared to anything cute. “I have never seen any of you shift before.”

“It’s not a pretty sight, princess.” Hoseok warned.

“You hear the sound of ripping flesh but it doesn’t. It just…disappears. Bones crack and break and repair themselves. It stops being painful after a while but the first time is…it’s not for the faint of heart,” Yoongi explained.

“Oh..” Akira frowned, petting Taehyung’s head. Jungkook came back, now in his human form with clothes drowning his large body. No one had seen him leave the patio, “It sounds horrible.”

“Only the first few times.” Jungkook smiled down at her, taking up a spot on the lounge chair by her feet, “But it’s so freeing, Akira.” His bunny smile only widened, “To be able to roam freely and howl at the moon. To run as fast you want with nothing but the earth beneath you? It’s so freeing.”

“I bet it is.” Akira smiled softly. Taehyung barked, making her jump.

“Taehyung says he agrees.” Jimin smirked.

“Back to the issue at hand.” Jin refocused the conversation, “Akira, we know that you’re upset with Naomi, but are you sure you want nothing to do with her?” On baited breath, they all waited for her response. Taehyung nudged at her hand, worry threaded through his mind. “Nothing to do with your family at all?”

Akira sat silently. Her mood shifted, making everyone around her feel her sadness. “I wouldn’t have chosen this if I didn’t want it. Of course I still want my grandmother around and I’ll always miss the children but this decision didn’t come lightly. I’ve realized that…” Akira shook her head slowly, thoughts spinning constantly, “Every moment of my life has been me living in constant fear. And my family has either been the root of it or hasn’t done anything to stop it. Do you understand how heartbreaking that is? To know that you were a mistake and that you were never really wanted? That’s cruel.” Akira shook her head, feeling the burn of more tears in her eyes. Taehyung huffed, nudging her hand with his head. She scratched his ear lightly before dropping her hand, “I don’t want any reminder of that part of my life around me. I can’t bear it.”

“Then we’ll follow your lead, Akira,” Namjoon decided, having shared agreement amongst the pack, “You won’t ever have to deal with them again, I promise.”

Akira stayed silent, something nagging at her mind, “I still want them protected.”

“Ok now I’m confused.” Hoseok placed his hands on his hips, utterly lost.

Akira sighed, “I know, it’s a lot to ask of, especially since it sounds like I’m flip flopping all over the place. And maybe it is my emotions, maybe they’re all over the place…but the kids didn’t do anything wrong. They shouldn’t get hurt because of the rest of my family, even if it means protecting them too. I know what’s happening with the rebels, I watch the news. They’re taking children and training them to be child soldiers. They're killing humans left and right without any thought to what it’d do to them mentally. They're even killing their own kind—I don’t want that for them. I know I probably have no say in what you all choose to do—.”

“You will always have a say, Akira. We listen to each other and we make decisions together. And biology aside, you are our omega, we will cherish every idea or concern you have, this is our way.” Namjoon assured her. Akira bit her lip, reluctant to speak. Jin reached over and grabbed her hand, “Whatever you want, we’ll support it. You’re the lady of the house, you run things.” He joked, making them all laugh.

“Doesn’t feel right when there’s a pack alpha in charge.” Akira replied.

“I may be the pack alpha but in the packs we were raised in, omegas ran the show.” Namjoon smirked, dimples fully on display. Taehyung stood to his full height, licking Akira’s face in surprise. She gasped, shock covering her face before her laugh rang out throughout the backyard. Smiling from his position from the grill, Yoongi called out to everyone, “Steaks are ready. Let’s eat!”

Taehyung ran off to the house to shift and change into some clothes. Jimin and Jungkook followed, going to the kitchen to bring out the side dishes while Hoseok helped Akira up from the lounge chair. “Easy princess. That limp of yours is still concerning.”

“It’s my side.” Akira winced, shifting to straighten her posture. “Breathing still hurts. I don’t heal as fast as werewolves, you know.”

“Even more reason for you to not overdo it.” Hoseok sat Akira down as he pulled out a chair for her.

“Yes Hobi.” Akira sighed, agreeing with him. Steak and glazed pork belly situated between a pot of ramyun, kimchi, Korean sweet potatoes, and parilla leaves and rice. Sitting next to her, Hoseok started placing food onto a plate and sitting it in front of her. Akira laid her head on his shoulder, staring at the table.

“We really should familiarize ourselves with more American food. We’re so used to eating things we like, we never stopped to think of things you might enjoy.” Jin frowned, seeing the setting of the table.

“I don’t mind. I enjoy trying different foods. Plus, you shouldn’t change your routines just for me.” Akira, having eaten Asian cuisine for most of her life, skillfully picked up her chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork belly. “Besides, I’ve had Korean food before, this city is mostly Black, Asian, and Latino, I’ve pretty much eaten everything I didn’t have to cook.” Hoseok nuzzled his nose against her head, smiling at how she ate without any struggle.

“Good to know.” Jin smiled, pleased.

“I hope you know, I don’t plan to just let you all do everything for me. I know it’s difficult taking care of me—.”

“It’s not a burden, if that’s what you’re thinking, Jagiya.” Taehyung mumbled as he stuffed his face, “We enjoy having someone to take care of.”

“It felt…nice. Being able to take care of you.” Jimin agreed, mixing his ramyun and rice together, smiling to himself.

“Is it a wolf thing? Or a man thing?” Akira removed her head from Hoseok’s shoulder, looking at everyone at the table.

“A little of both,” Yoongi answered for everyone, “As wolves, we’re territorial. We’re protective. It’s in our nature to provide for our mates, especially for Alphas. It makes us feel at ease.”

“Like an accomplishment?” Akira tilted her head a little, making Yoongi laugh,

“Something like that, yeah sweetheart.” Yoongi went back to his food, tearing a piece of parilla leaf off the plate.

“Sounds like a pride thing. I didn’t realize werewolves could be prideful.” Akira picked at her rice,

“Watch it, love.” Jimin smirked, teasing, “Werewolves are extremely prideful. Especially over mates.” Akira’s eyes widened cartoonishly, making everyone at the table laugh. Akira softly dropped her head on Hoseok’s shoulder once again, making a few of them stare at her. They loved how comfortable she was starting to be with their touch. Loved how relaxed and at peace she felt with them. Her scent blossomed around them; strong scent of cocoa and brown sugar engulfing them, almost like an underlying hint of vanilla. It was the smell of a content omega.

“Hm..” Akira pulled back. Eyes followed as she looked up at Hoseok then brought her head back to his shoulder.

“You ok there, princess?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah. Just something funny I thought about.” Akira shook her head, pushing her food around on her plate. “When I was younger,” Akira paused, staring down at her food, “I used to sit on my grandmother’s porch and she’d be snapping peas or something. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we said nothing at all. Just sit there.” A small smile curled on her lips, “We used to drink this spiced lemonade, almost like she put ginger in it. And eat ginger snaps.”

“What brought this on, sweetheart.” Yoongi chuckled, bringing his food to his mouth.

“Hobi. Smells like lemonade and ginger snaps.” Akira giggled. Cutlery all dropped, even Hoseok’s, as they all stared at Akira with mild concern and shock. Akira looked up from her plate, nervous,

“What? What I say?”

Jungkook leaned into the table, “Wait, you can really smell Hobi-hyung’s scent??” Akira nodded slowly, confused as to why it was such a big deal,

“Yeah? Is he not supposed to smell like that?”

Jin shook his head, “No, he is, we’re just surprised you can actually smell his scent. Humans usually can’t smell wolves’ scents, it’s not a trait they can possess.”

Akira shrugged, “Oh…I mean it’s faint but I can still smell it. I can smell everybody’s scent.” They all gawked at Akira’s confession. Akira shrunk down in her seat, feeling embarrassed, “So this isn’t normal, is it?”

“Nothing about this was ever normal, sweetheart.” Yoongi gathered, “You were born into a family of wolves, maybe some of the traits are faint but there.”

“If our scents trigger a memory, then she is in fact our mate.” Jimin surmised. “Mates have trigger pheromones. Complimentary scents that remind their mates of something safe, particularly from childhood. For you, it’s spiced lemonade and ginger snaps, Hobi-hyung reminds you of a safe part of your childhood.”

Akira straightened, curiosity peaking behind her eyes, “So then…you were all meant to smell the way you do. You were meant to be appealing towards only me?”

“Do we trigger any other memories for you?” Jungkook asked expantly. Akira shrugged, a small, cute smile gracing her face as Jungkook got up and ran over to her.

“Down, boy!” Jin hollered as Jungkook robbed his face into her neck, scenting her as she giggled. Akira inhaled his scent without knowing, sparking another distant memory that made her feel happy and warm inside, “You smell like ice cream. Kinda like the kind my grandmother would make by hand.” Akira sniffed again, making Jungkook grin. Jimin huffed with a whine,

“No fair, I want a turn!” He pouted, making Akira laugh.

“See what you started.” Yoongi rolled his eyes as Jungkook walked back to his seat with a smug look on his face. Akira giggled loudly, making the entire table turn to her.

“I don’t mind. I actually kinda like it. I like knowing that I have some type of wolf traits in me.” Akira shrugged, “It feels normal for once.” They each looked at each other before hopping up from their seats, Jimin being the fastest to get to her. Akira laughed once more before bringing her nose down to his outstretched wrist. “Hmm..spearmint and eucalyptus. My grandmother used to put me in these cleansing baths with those scents. I used to love those, I used to sit in those for hours until I get all pruny and refused to get out.” Akira giggled, “She said they weren’t regular baths, it was to clear my spirit of any negative energy. Probably why I enjoyed them so much.” Jimin’s chest fluffed as his inner wolf purred with glee.

“Alright jagiya, me next.” Taehyung held out his wrist for Akira to sniff. She instantly felt relaxed, and it was noticeable amongst the group, “Lavender and rosemary? I remember my grandmother spraying this any time I slept over, she said it was the only thing to calm me down when I got restless. Something about not liking to have to leave my nest? Whatever that meant.” Akira shrugged. Taehyung stared over at Namjoon, nodding in his direction,

“When you were younger, were there certain things you couldn’t sleep without? Certain things that had to be just right or else you couldn’t feel comfortable?” Namjoon asked.

Akira squinted, her brain working overtime to remember, “Yeah, actually, now that I think about it, I had to have my bedding and stuff a certain way. I assumed I had OCD or something.” Akira laughed before it finally clicked, “That was a wolf thing, wasn’t it?”

Namjoon smiled, “Not just any wolf thing. An omega thing. Omegas tend to nest, to help them feel safe and comfortable in their surroundings. You were nesting, baby.” Akira exhaled slowly, letting the realization sink in. Taehyung slowly moved his wrist, leaning down to nuzzle his chin into her neck before giving her a kiss on the cheek, “You’re definitely not fully human, that’s for sure.”

“Then what am I?” Akira questioned softly.

“Maybe your wolf is laying dormant until she feels safe enough to come out? It has been known to happen to some. Kinda like late stage puberty, some wolves remain dormant because it’s a trauma response. She has to feel safe to come forward. You’re probably not connected which would also explain why you’re not healing as fast and why some of the traits like nesting and sense of smell are faint. It’s not uncommon.” Namjoon explained.

“So there’s a possibility that I am a werewolf?” Akira was anxious yet excited.

“Possibly. You could also be just human, there’s no way to test for it. It’s a waiting game.” Akira exhaled, a little sad at the thought of waiting. Suddenly, she smelt the coconut and leather waft over the patio table, relaxing her a bit, “I know you’re trying to relax me Joonie, it’s ok.”

“How did she—.” Jimin spoke before Akira cut him off,

“His was the first scent I smelled before everyone else. Smelled like my favorite coconut candies and leather, smelled like my grandfather’s journal I was never allowed to touch.” Akira twirled her chopsticks, remembering the day her grandmother caught her staring at it, along with a cologne he used to wear that somehow brought out his natural scent more, as her grandmother put it, “And Jin smells just like his cologne. Sage and juniper berries. Probably why she’s drawn to you two the most. You remind her of him.”

The table sat quiet as Akira picked at her food. Thoughts swirled in her head like clouds of smoke. Learning this new information brought on so many questions for her. Were the guys really meant to be her mates? Was she fully human or did she have a dormant wolf inside of her? How did all of these things work and why, even if she is human, was it never taught to her? “…What I don’t understand is how is it that your scents were specifically picked for me. That’s not a coincidence.”

“You heard of the Lycan Goddess, Akashi?” Jin asked. Akira nodded, remembering stories her grandmother told her of the goddess that created her kind. Of the half wolf, half human god that merged both worlds because she herself was taken care of by wolves after being attacked by other goddesses for her beauty. The jealousy created an all out war, causing her to be casted out after the Lycan God, Enkil declared his love for her over his wife, Anansi.

“My grandmother used to tell me stories. How Enkil and other gods were madly in love with her and how she was thrown from the heavens from the other goddesses because of jealousy. She only loved I’ve god, the human god of peace, Azul. She, being the wolf god of love and fertility, wanted to be with him and create a family, but because of the other gods fighting over her beauty, they killed Azul and banished her to earth.” Akira recited from memory, thinking back to the time her grandmother would read her stories of their goddess.

“Yes. She was beaten and taken away from her lover. It’s said that a pack of wolves found her, and instead of eating her, they made her a part of their pack, taking care of her and nursing her back to health. They became her family.” Yoongi finished, “She was so moved by their kindness that she rewarded them by making them half human. After they found out she was a goddess of fertility, the pack omega begged her to help her conceive because she wanted children. Akashi not only helped her, but created more werewolves so that they could thrive and multiply. Her werewolves were magically gifted though. They’re known as Divines.” Yoongi watched as the wheels turned in Akira’s head. Her lips trembled and eyes dilated slightly,

“Magical werewolves…are you talking about my grandmother?” Akira whispered softly.

“Yes baby, we are.” Namjoon interrupted, “Obviously she’s not one of the children, but she is an offspring of one. There aren’t many of them left, sadly, but it is possible that it runs in your family. Somewhere along the line, one of your ancestors was a Divine.”

Akira shook her head, the overload of information disorienting her, “Wait, how does this explain your scents being tied to me?”

Jimin smiled, “When Akashi helped the pack omega to conceive, it sprouted her love of children. The children she created were not only magical, she created them for the offspring of that pack. She created mates for them so that they would never be lonely. So that they could brace the world together. She made sure that their scents were compatible with each other so that they could find each other. A built in soulmate. Their wolves would awaken once they found each other. But as the decades passed, the werewolf bloodlines became diluted with mostly human DNA. More werewolves started following their hearts than their biological instincts.”

“I can’t believe this.” Akira dropped her head in her hands, overwhelmed by everything that was taught to her and everything that she just learned, “So you mean to tell me that even in my diluted bloodline, my grandmother is a Divine, a magical werewolf, and that the scents I smell off of you is because Akashi made all werewolves give off compatible scents so that they can find their mates…”

“Exactly.” Jin agreed, “We were meant to find you, and you were meant to find us. We’re meant to roam this life together until our time inevitably comes to an end.” Akira took a deep breath. Her body slumped in her chair as she processed everything.

“We know it’s a lot to take in,” Hoseok murmured, “But there’s some things that you’ve done that even we can’t deny are out of character for humans. That’s why we think it has to do with your family.”

Akira turned to him, “What things?”

“Well for starters, the scent thing.” Jungkook spoke, “Then there’s the nesting.”

“Also you respond to Alpha commands, like instinctually.” Taehyung chimed in.

“Hey, that's not fair, I don’t know when I do that.” Akira pointed a finger his way, not liking the fact that a few of them have used their Alpha command on her without her knowledge.

“And for that, we apologize,” Namjoon started, “but there’s also your sense of alertness. You were able to sense danger even before I could, like the night of the family dinner and that fight broke out. The reason why Omegas were coveted the most is because of their discernment. They have high alert signals that help them warn their pack when danger is near. It’s in their nature to protect what’s theirs. They are fiercely protective of their pack and the safety of that pack. Your traits, as faint as they are, are there. I think your wolf is just dormant because it doesn’t feel safe yet to connect with you.”

“But I do feel safe.” Akira uttered, “I feel safe with all of you.” The pack smiled at her admission. Hoseok pulled her close, rubbing his chin across the top of her head

— — —

“Why does Joseph hate me so much, grandmother? What did I ever do to him?”

Akira and her grandmother sat in her room, quietly having lemonade and cookies in the seating area of her room. Genevieve had been determined to see how her youngest grandchild was doing, even more so once she learned that Akira had been suffering from depression. She wanted whatever time she could get with her. “I don’t know little wolf. Maybe you remind him of the innocence he lost. Maybe you remind him too much of his father. Who knows.”

Akira frowned, putting down her glass of lemonade, “Grandpa?”

Genevieve sighed. She looked tired, Akira noted. Signs of stress covering her like a cloak, “Your father was young when he was killed, sweetpea. You look so much like my Booker…”

This tidbit surprised Akira, making her straighten her posture, “I do? Really?”

Genevieve smiled softly, yet there was a hint of sadness there, “Sometimes it’s the little things…you have his smile. His eyes. Sometimes when you speak, it’s almost like he’s right there in the room with me…” Akira frowned as her grandmother sighed deeply, closing her eyes as if trying to remember every detail of Booker’s face, as if she had to try.

“Deep down, your father is a hurt little boy with too much anger inside. He never healed, and I guess in a way, that’s my fault.” Genevieve admitted to not only Akira, but to herself of her shortcomings as a mother. She felt like she failed in handling raising her children after their father’s death, and she didn’t know how to cope.

Akira tsk’d, “How could that be your fault? You were grieving too.”

“I never spoke about Booker until now, I couldn’t. Losing someone like that so suddenly…it’s a pain I never want you to go through. Having someone taken from you so forcefully…it changes you as a person.” Genevieve lamented. Akira nodded,

“I understand grandmother.” Akira looked away, her eyes trained on the condensation from her glass. The television provided background noise, the soft murmuring of whatever was on, being drowned out by their conversation. “When I was younger, I thought Joseph was how he was towards me because that was just his way. But I realized he could love, he could be affectionate …” Akira stared down at her hands, “Just not with me. I’m the living embodiment of his hatred. I remind him of his hatred towards humans; I am his grief, his pain, and his anger. Now that I know that I look like grandpa, that man had to look me in my face for 26 years and see the man he lost and couldn’t grieve. I reminded him of what he could no longer have.” Genevieve watches as Akira’s body shrinks deeper into the couch. She could feel the dark sorrow drown them both as it bounced off of her. She quickly switched gears, another coping mechanism Akira seemed to pick up from her,

“How are you here? They treatin’ you right?” Genevieve inquired.

Akira thought of her response carefully, “I’m safe here grandmother…I’m just…they really like me and I want to like them. I just don’t want to confuse my liking them with my need for affection. I want it to be real.” Akira explained, or at least attempted to explain, her feelings, “Namjoon said that he loves me. They all said they love me. I wanna feel that, I wanna love them eventually too but…how will I know that I do? I don’t wanna confuse my lack of affection and need for it with real love. It’s not fair to them. They deserve to be loved fully and I can’t give them that yet. I don’t know if I ever will.” Akira once again felt fresh tears threatening to fall as her heart ached. When Namjoon first told her that he loved her, it was during their first date. He had been so sure of his feelings, had no doubts, but Akira wasn’t sure of hers. She never knew what love felt like, and it terrified her that she could mess everything up.

“Oh little wolf,” Genevieve got up from the arm chair and sat next to Akira on the couch. Immediately, Akira burst into tears the minute Genevieve wrapped her arms around her, “you have every right to question your feelings. It’s all so overwhelming and confusing and everything is happening so fast that you don’t know where to turn. Your feelings are valid, my sweetpea.” Genevieve squeezed her shoulders, “I can’t tell you how you’ll be able to tell the difference, but what I can tell you is when you feel it, you will know it. You’ll look at them and everything will make sense suddenly. I hope you get to have the type of love that I experienced when I had Booker.” Genevieve wiped Akira’s face when she pulled back to ask her a question,

“Grandmother? Could you tell me more about Grandpa Booker?” Though it was hard to talk about him, Genevieve couldn’t deny the sweet face of her granddaughter.

“Alright, lay down.” Genevieve made room for Akira to lay on the couch with her head against her lap. “Hm…Your grandfather was this…strong, incredibly smart man. He was as tall as a tree and built like a boxer. I mean he could lift all the kids with just one arm and still chop wood with the other.” Genevieve slowly ran her fingers through Akira’s hair, “He had the gentlest heart I ever seen. Booker would give his right arm to help whoever needed, wolf or human, it didn’t matter. He just always felt compelled to help others. And when he loved, god…he loved hard…no one could poison his heart about the people he loved and fought for.”

“He sounds great, grandmother.” Akira replied quietly.

“I wish you kids were able to meet him. He would’ve loved you all, he would’ve never —.” Genevieve paused, her voice growing shaky as she thought about all the things Booker would never get to do or see. Akira looked up at her grandmother, finding tears in her eyes. Genevieve mourned Booker terribly. He missed holding his first grandchild and handing over his daughter for her crossing ceremony. He missed birthdays and Christmases and other holidays. His death sucked all the joy that was left.

“Grandmother?” Akira worried.

“…I look at you and I see his face. I see the man that smelled like sage and juniper and swept me off my feet when I first met him. I see all his hopes and dreams…I see all the wishes he wanted and the plans we made…Booker was my everything and it kills me that he will never know you. That he would never know any of his grandchildren.” Genevieve’s small gasp had her tears falling and her hands wiping her face. Teary eyed herself, Akira slowly sat up and tried comforting her grandmother,

“I’m sorry grandmother. I shouldn’t have brought him up, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Genevieve shushed, “No, no baby, it’s ok. I needed to do this. I needed to talk about him, I needed you to know the kind of man he was.” She patted Akira’s arm, reassuring her that she was fine, “I think you would’ve been his favorite just because you have his face.”

Akira laughed, wiping her own tears, “I definitely would’ve loved that. I can tell he was a wonderful man. He was meant for you.” Akira laid her head on Genevieve’s shoulder. “You deserved to have him here, grandmother. And it isn’t fair that you had to lose him the way you did. No one deserves that. I know you aren’t comfortable talking about what happened, and I won’t ask. But I do believe you got to experience a great love, and I hope I can experience that one day.”

Genevieve pulled back, making sure to hold Akira’s face in her hands. Her thumb swiped beneath her eyes, wiping away Akira’s shed tears, “I know for a fact that you will, little wolf. You will have a great and wonderful love deserving of your heart. These boys will make sure of that.”

Akira whimpered, “I’m scared…” she whispered.

Genevieve smiled, “And that’s ok. Be scared. Fall deep, my little wolf. Embrace that love once you finally have it.”

[weirdfishy]

gotta urgent need for some not-quite-yet punkflower where hobie is chillin in some rubble post-(successful) battle all knackered out n miles is visiting (idk bc he just told his parents abt spiderman n it went well so he's bursting at the seems with love at being accepted n all yea? he's gotta tell someone, and why not him? why not hobie? it's no one else but hobie he's gotta tell, if he's being honest with himself [denile is not a river in his egypt, ok pav?] so yeah, he finds himself on 138) n catches the tail end of the battle, tracks down where hobie decided to make a couch outta concrete and lands in front of him, buzzing with cheezy lovey dovey feelins of elation, top o' the fucken world, and asks on abt hobie, rambling until hobie just lifts a hand, a silent ask for help up, (always asking for connection always makin sure they're actually there) n miles, have i mentioned he's happy? he's straight up a sap, so he takes that hand.

he takes that hand gently, bending at the waist a bit, dramatically sweeping back his other arm, bowing, for hell's sake, n plants a kiss on the back of hobie's hand, nice n proper, with a cheeky wink to boot (he'd finally fixed the eye mechanisms last week, thanks to penny), before pulling up new london's own spiderman chest to chest with a bright laugh that puts a different kind of stars in hobie's eyes, half dancing half belting out a song in spanish he doesn't quite understand but knows all the words to (it's some continental dialect, nothing his mami speaks, but would filter out the headphones of that kid in his building he walked w in middle school everyday)

before the sirens start getting closer n hobie can feel the warmth of miles-- the warmth of his smile, his hair that's still sparking from transdimensional travel, his arms, chest, laughter, everything, n all at once it pulls every affectionate n pining bit of hobie to the surface, if he weren't wearing his mask his blush would be so impossibly visible it's straight mad how much hobie loves n adores miles, how much seeing miles be happy lights hobie's whole fucking world

and oh, hobie's never seen a god he didn't punch, never believed in any one he couldn't, but right now, with his fingers entwined with miles', aches leaving his bones like he's never felt his left shoulder twinge the second it drops below 21 just because miles just yelled fuck off to the approaching pigs, he could fall to his knees n swear pious fealty to milesmilesmiles.

but hobie is cool (never has a label stuck to him like the one miles has given him), and his real, livin n breathing god is starting to ramble, so hobie webs them upupup, heat along his back as god wraps arms around him, breath on his neck as home weaves tales into the leather wrapping it.

then miles hears hobie's stomach growl, so he starts pulling them away from the path of what he knows is towards hobie's flat, and towards what he swears is the only good puerto rican food in the whole of hobie's haunt, his excitement steamrolling over his usual stuttering spanish, exchanging shouts n jeers with everyone behind the counter

bc everyone knows him, like miles has lived here, earth-138, new london, his whole life, like hobie brown being dragged into the shop every other week by miles morales to get the same two plates (n an extra something for miles to gush over n hobie to taste) is how the rest of this life will go, like hobie n miles are together, in a way that the unsubtle looks the owner's kid at the register is aiming at miles' left hand are correct, but don't involve stuffy socially religious systems like marriage

but they're not, as much as hobie would love to kiss miles, gaze into his eyes for ages, hear his laughter, his off-key singing, his scritch-scritch of something on paper everyday-- bc he can't go abt this like he does everyone else, can't do it with half a foot out the door n a shrug as agreed; it's gotta be both feet on the floor, n it's gotta be for the rest of this life, so he'll take what he can get, and he'll take the distance n devotion, take the faith n the heartache. take what he can get from his god, glad to be touched by his god, glad to be loved by his god, across universes n the fall from his bed to the futon on the floor where miles decides to lay his head for choice holy nights

(hobie doesn't know miles is putting himself at the base of his god's shrine, hoping for his deity to fall into his arms, spikes n all, (ready, so ready to tear apart dimensions again for hobie, to bleed and cry n go to war for hobie) fingers splaying on the side of the mattress warmwarmwarm after hobie starts snoring, before they slip down softly, a prayer imparting from the pads, memorizing the patterns of his god's breath, the smell of the room, the borrowed shirt he wears, the sounds of a second city he calls home, thrumming full with a bass note plucked from an electric guitar, usually shaky hands sure n still picking out a different shape to hobie's eyebrow piercing, deftly screwing a star onto the bar. miles brings offerings to his god in pins n patches on clothing, stickers n torn out sketches decorating a shrine)

so they'll song n dance in new york, in new london; learning each other's cities, earths, haunts, people, arts, each other, like new scars for the collection- permanent and signs of living, odes to loving and protecting.

chest to chest, fingers entwined, warmth in the skies above cities, right on the edge of it all until they fall together, eyes wide open, gods broken down into blood and teeth and lovelovelove

not-quite-yet 2 - 3

. my ko-fi 💛

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Jikook Week 59 Complete ✔️ (21-28/01/2025)

Jikook have finalized their 59th week in the military and it's time to look back at this week in 2020. BTS were building up to the release of Map of the Soul 7. They were working hard in LA and photos from their Black Swan rehearsals were released this week.

The highlight of the week was no doubt their appearance at the 62nd Grammy Awards. They graced the red carpet with some of the best looks that awards ceremony has ever seen.

They had a lot to talk about and watching these interviews again is a poignant reminder of how excited they were to be promoting Map of the Soul 7 and their world tour. They could not have imagined how, a few short weeks later, all their plans would have to be put on indefinite hold and the impact that would have on their confidence and sense of self.

It's been a long road back but at least we know now that they were able to convert those emotions into amazing music.

Big Hit released some behind the stage clips of the members preparing for their performance of Old Town Road with Little Nas.

After the show they came live, seriously hyped and happy that they had the opportunity to perform and meet some of their idols.

They were determined to return the following year to sing one of their own songs. When BTS sets their minds to something it happens,

During the live Hobi said what we all were thinking, RM with that hairstyle is drop dead gorgeous.

Also out this week the second part of Run BTS Mini Golden Bell (Episode 92) which was filmed in London in 2019. Taehyung was MCing and they had to play the X/O game.

There were various rounds that involved singing karaoke.

Can RM get more than 80 on the karaoke score? Nope

Can BTS get a karaoke score of more than 90? Nope

Can JK get a karaoke score of more than 90? Well I should think so but the app decided on this exact moment to malfunction so we will never know. Perhaps it went into self destruct mode as soon as it realised that no score would be high enough for that voice.

Then they had to decide if V had the second longest arms in the team. It was a given, at least in the eyes of the members, that RM had the longest arms but who would come in second. Suga and Jimin proceeded to diligently measure all the members.

Final scores on the doors were RM 79.8 cm, JK, Suga and V 77.4 cm, J-hope 76.8, Jin 74.6 and lastly Jimin 73.3 although there were some last minute shenanigans where JK was declared second (by Jimin) after some remeasurement.

The most entertaining bit was watching Jimin doing his best to elongate his arms and here we also have yet another example of JK knowing exactly how to press his bros buttons.

"Oh Jimin!" "What, what" excited thinking maybe he has longer arms than Jin "Jimin 73.3 cm" and proceeds to roll about laughing.

Post Date: 28/01/2025

[bebitaworld]

Hace poco pasaron un par de sucesos importantes. A continuación una lista de ellos: 1. j-hope viaja a París para la Men Fashion Week Fall Winter 2025 por Louis Vuitton, esto fue el 21 de enero, aquí se puede rescatar que al final del show dan un adelanto de la nueva canción de j-hope junto a Don Toliver. Esta canción es producida por Farrell. Y antes que cualquier anti hable basura, Hobi participó como unos de los compositores de la canción llamada por cierto, LV BAG, un nombre tan cool y nice como la canción.

Hobi en las calles de Paris que guapo y sexy mi sunshine. 😘💕🌞👑❤️💚

[tojisbbygworl]

Just For The Night - Hobie Brown x Black!Punk!Reader epilogue

Summary: Two anarchists thought one night was all they had. Only one of them accepted it.

Characters: Mentioned-Miguel, Gwen

Featured-Hobie, Miles

Words: 4,090

Tags: 18+, 3rd person, Angst, Bittersweet, Hurt/Comfort, Hobie needs a hug, Sexually Explicit Thoughts, Mentions of Sex, Yandere if you squint, Doesn’t follow ATSV events, Miles/Gwen 17+, Hobie and You 21+Yearning, The authors barely disguised obsession with Older Brother Hobie/Younger Brother Miles head cannon, Slight OOC

author’s note: the moment y’all have been waiting for, the angsty epilogue and the FINAL part to JFTN. This lil series was very fun to imagine and I’m gonna miss these two, Ik y’all will too.

Okay have fun hope y’all cry!

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"Come on...come on..." Hobie's tongue rested on his upper lip as he concentrated on finishing his latest project...his own interdimensional watch.

It was easy, really. There's so much tech laying around HQ that Miguel won't notice a couple gadgets missing from his arsenal. Hobie was a master of pick-pocketing and Miguel should know better. In fact, he should have expected this, what with being the leader of an elite group of superpowered geniuses. He bets he's not even the only one who's made their own and everyone else is just keeping it under wraps. Or at least, that what he tried to tell Miles.

"Don't listen to that arse," he had whispered to him upon leaving Miguel's 'lair', as everyone liked to put it. It was the day after their little get together and Hobie's...ahem...escapades. As he had expected, they were caught. It's really all Hobie's fault for staying with Y/N so long, but Miles definitely placed all the blame on himself. Miguel was his usual annoyed and angry self, but since it was directed at them, and Miles was such a people pleaser, he scared him good. Miles looked like a ghost leaving that room with Hobie. "He'll forget about it in a week, trust."

Unfortunately, his words went unheard as Miles continued to stare at the ground while they walked. Hobie pat him on the back. "Oi, cut yourself some slack. So you got in trouble for the first time, there's many more to come what with a boss man like that."

"Y-Yeah..." the kid managed to squeak out. Hobie frowned feeling regretful. It hurt seeing him so dejected. Needless to say, Hobie would not be asking Miles to dimension-hop any time soon, not that he would even want to.

Gwen gave Hobie an earful too; Miles was so afraid of being caught again that he only wanted to meet at HQ, much to her displeasure. "You better fix this," she said, finger waving angrily in his face.

So, here he was, many months later with his 3rd prototype, hoping and praying that it would work. He already ran the idea across Miles who swiftly rejected it. He was shocked at how many things Hobie had to steal to work on it, and his conscious would never allow for that. That's fine, Hobie can do all the stealing for him.

"Why are you doing this anyway?" Miles asked him on his 2nd prototype.

"Why not?" He obnoxiously responded. Miles huffed and rolled his eyes. “Maybe I want to see my bro again without Miguel hounding him for it.” He suggested. “Gonna make you your own when I’m done with this one.”

Miles held his hands up and shook his head. “Woah, nuh-uh. No sir. I don’t want nothing to do with that.”

Hobie shrugged. “Fine, then. I’ll make it for Gwendy instead.”

He seemed fine with that, and Hobie knew that at some point he would warm up to the idea of having his own watch. Until then, he didn’t mind traveling over to Earth-1610 whenever he could.

Hobie had to be completely honest with himself. Them getting caught and Miles’s paranoia was the the original reason he began this project, but it wasn’t the only reason. There was someone else he was trying to see on Earth-1610.

Since that day, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. Often times he was caught daydreaming by his friends and colleagues alike. Hobie was never someone who had their head the clouds, it was very jarring to see. During these moments he was remembering her sweet voice, her amazing personality and even better music taste.

He had so much respect for her and what she’d been through. He wished he could just give her a hug. Pick her up and take her to where she’ll be safe. With him. For as long as possible.

He also remembered how mesmerized he was seeing her face for the first time. And her body. Her tits constrained by her fishnets with her nipples pressing against the string. How sweet she tasted while she gushed into his mouth, how good it felt when she squeezed herself around him, and wishing he could have came inside her instead of a condom. He’s become the owner to many injuries during missions and countless teasing from his band mates.

All the more reason to finish this watch as quickly as possible. Clearly, his brain was telling him that he needed to see her again. He needs to hear her voice, feel her touch, lick her clit, make her scream his name.

Okay, he was getting a bit carried away, but the point was, as time went on, the ache in his chest grew, and found himself missing her more and more. He’s been spending all of his free time on this hunk of junk, he needed to finish this for his own sanit-

There was a small beeping sound. Then, light.

“Oh, shit!” He exclaimed as it turned on. So as to not fuck it up, he placed it down gently onto his desk and backed away from it. When he tried to turn on the 1st one, it sparked then died. And the second turned on completely only to blow up in his face soon after.

He took in a deep breath, “Okay.” Grabbing the device with his sweaty hands, he pressed a few buttons. 1-6-1-0.

He stepped back and watched the portal open. He gave himself some time to calm down after jumping around and pumping his fists in the air, took another deep breath, and walked in…

…only to end up inside of his own bedroom.

“Ugh,” he threw his head back and rolled his eyes at the ceiling. So he created a watch that could make portals, just not inter dimensional ones. That’s okay. It’s a start. Next time, he’ll get it.

~

Okay, so he didn’t get it next time. This time, it goes to the wrong universe. It’s always nice seeing Spider-Sun anyway. It’s cool. It’s whatever. Next time.

~

So he didn’t get it right again, what’s the big deal? So what if this one only goes to one universe even though his last watch could do multiple? Next time for sure.

~

It caught on fire.

~

It melted.

~

This one just fell apart.

~

By the 15th attempt, Hobie was burned out. At this point, he was just doing it out of boredom. He was close to calling it quits, but something was telling him not to give up. The next one, for sure.

“Pfft, yeah right.” he scoffed to himself after turning on the 16th and final prototype. If this one didn’t work, then that was it. Gwen would just have to deal.

He stared at the forming portal in complete disinterest. At least it turned on this time, but he had the strongest feeling that this one was defective. Why wouldn’t it be? All the other ones were.

Hobie sighed and walked through it, ready to end up in the middle of a jungle in some other dimension. “Just one last time…”

~

Y/N’s not sure what she’s still doing awake. It was extremely late and she had accepted an early booking tomorrow. She should be asleep, it’s never good to tattoo when you’re sleepy. However, her body just refused to relax.

She was bored as all hell scrolling through Instagram and Twitter on her phone. There was nothing else better to do. She already smoked, ate, and gotten ready for bed. From her laptop the theme song to Pretty Little Liars echoed through the room.

Almost every night was this way, relaxing in the comfort of her own home, a show playing on her computer or music through her speaker, eating pasta, a joint in her hand. And as calming as it was, as much as she needed this serenity in her life, she wished there was more.

She’s not entirely sure what she means by ‘more’. She goes out with friends a lot, but after an hour or two, her head starts to hurt from the weed and alcohol and all she wishes is to be in her soft comfy bed. No, she definitely didn’t mean partying or nightlife. She had the smallest inkling that there was something out there. Something bigger than her. She wanted it so badly, but she doesn’t even know what ‘it’ is.

The last time she felt any sort of rush or excitement was months ago, the night of the concert. Whew. That man, Hobie, was the finest looking thing she had seen for a while. She doesn’t know what got into her that night, telling him all her business like that. Was she insane?

Was he? He did tell her he had killed a cop, and he proudly wears his achievement. As he should. She really really liked that about him. His boldness. And he wasn’t just that, he was also kind and respectful, even though she would have let him do whatever he wanted to her without having to ask.

He wasn’t afraid to let her know that he wanted her, badly. And that was probably the most attractive thing about him.

She woke up that morning feeling stupid when the cold bed made her heart pang and eyes water. Why was she even sad? This is what they agreed on. He finished the roach with her, took down her hair, fell asleep sucking on her tit, then left at some point during the night. No problems, no complaints. Maybe that’s what made her so sad.

She wished he stayed until she woke up, or at the very least, shook her awake when he was getting ready to leave. But, it’s on her for having a crush on him.

It got better as time went on. She still missed him dearly, but she began to accept that he was just one of those people you meet once and then never see again, but that you’ll never forget. She does know that if it was possible, she would be open to seeing him again, but it wasn’t.

Hobie wasn’t the only guy who had been plaguing her mind for the past few months. Recently, she found herself becoming more intrigued with Spider-Man. He was an enigma, no one really knew much about him or where he came from after Peter Parker’s death. She heard he was Puerto Rican, which she thought was pretty cool.

What intrigued her was sometimes Spider-Man wasn’t around. It happened around a year ago, now. He used to be everywhere. At every problem in Brooklyn from petty crime to another monster of the week. At some point last year, some crazy scientist at Alchemax had turned himself into a lizard and almost turned everyone else in the city into one too until he came flying in at the last moment. After that, it’s been extremely close calls. Y/N’s friend, Kailani, witnessed the whole thing from where the both of them were supposed to meet up. She said Spider-Man came in through a portal in the sky. Weird.

Things always turned out right in the end. Somehow, someway, he would show up eventually. But Y/N wondered, what could be keeping him so occupied?

The water from the shower turned off and she heard the curtains draw. After 15 minutes of rumbling in the bathroom, the door opened. She put her phone down to acknowledge the presence in her bed room. “Still awake, ma?”

She nodded although knowing he was about to join her made her eyes a bit heavy. Mattias turned off the light and hopped in bed. With his head on her chest, she felt warm and comfy as he completely engulfed her body. He was shirtless and had his arm around her waist. That along with the insulation from the blanket almost made her knock out.

Mattias put her phone on the nightstand. “I didn’t ask you to do that,” she said jokingly.

“You always looking at that thing,” he answered. “Time to give me attention.”

“Well that’s too damn bad ‘cause I’m about to go to sleep.”

He smacked his teeth. “So you can be awake all this time but as soon as I want to get in bed with you, you want to sleep?” She didn’t answer, giving him a fake snore as a response. “Ight, then.”

He starts to roll over in the bed until she grasps his torso. He laughs and adjusts the both of them so that her head was laying on his chest instead. “You still want to go to sleep, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” she says, her brain already shutting down.

“Go to sleep then, pretty girl.”

Ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of her head to check her blinds, she drifted off into a deep and comforting sleep, her last thoughts being Hobie, Spider-Man, and the unknown. She could feel in her heart that there was more to the world than it seemed (apparently scientists are theorizing the existence of alternate dimensions) and she desperately wanted to know more about it. Maybe even see it for herself. But, right now she was just a girl (wanted felon but whatever) who lived in a small apartment in Brooklyn, working at a tattoo and piercing shop and occasionally getting involved with dudes from Queens like the one laying in her bed currently. He probably wouldn’t be there next week and the week after there’ll be a different one. And she was okay with that…

…Hobie was far from okay.

When he stepped through the portal he walked to the edge of the building’s rooftop. When he looked at the gigantic Koka-Kola billboard he knew he was in the right place. “Finally,” he yelled. He closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, an overwhelming sense of pride filling him.

On another billboard, the time was 1:01 am. “Shit,” he said to himself pulling his mask over his face. He immediately got to swinging towards where he remembered she lived. “I hope she’s up.” And even if she wasn’t , he would come see her another day.

When he turned on the corner of her apartment building, he let out a silent “yes”. He could see her room light was on through her window. But, before he could reach it, he paused and took a second to think.

How was he going to greet her again? It was 1 in the morning, and she hadn’t seen him for a while. She thought she would never see him again. How would she feel about him knocking on her door right now? How would that make him look?

Hmm…maybe he didn’t think this through all the way. He should go then come back at a better time…but, what time would be better? He doesn’t know her schedule and he won’t know what time it is. Shit…what should he do?

Okay, maybe he won’t talk to her tonight. He has to come up with a better plan. But, at the very least, he just has to see her.

His heart grows frantic as he swings to her rooftop. He jumped side to side for a minute and took some deep breaths to psych himself up. Then, he climbed off the roof and down to her window. To anyone else, this would have been creepy and an insane invasion of privacy, but Hobie couldn’t find it in him to care. He ignored everything in him telling him this was a bad idea.

He should have listened.

When he first laid his eyes on her again, he felt the butterflies he felt that night, but tenfold. She was just on her phone, obviously bored. He wanted to kiss her and watch her poker face turn into a cute smile. She looked adorable with her little bonnet and oversized t-shirt. He was so busy admiring her that he failed to notice the man walking in until she acknowledged him first.

Watching some guy waltz into her room like he lived there, pants hanging low and his shirt missing almost made him fall. All he could do was stare as that same guy plopped onto her and her bored look became happy. Hobie watched the two of them fall asleep in each other’s arms then crawled back to the roof and sat on the ledge.

His mask made him expressionless, But underneath it, he was hurt. He looked at his hands in defeat. He tried to be numb, but then he continued to think about what had just happened. He was desperate to see her again, to talk to her, to hold her, to kiss all her problems away. Now that he had his new watch, he could have had something with her. But he couldn’t think that anymore.

His chest twisted and curdled in anxiety and dejection. He had to admit it, he was heartbroken. He knew the two of them had a connection that night. He knew she felt it. The second round was just as good if not better than the first. She rode him in her bed slowly and sensually. His voice cracked so much that night, she had him absolutely gone. ‘I wish I could stay inside you’. Why would she tell him she wanted the same? Was it just sex?

He’s being ridiculous. He knows what happened: she moved on.

He didn’t want her to. He really didn’t want her to. He should have told her that he would see her again. He should have…done something.

Hobie lifted his legs and turned around to sit down on the roof. With his legs angled and knees in the air, he pulled off his mask to reveal his anguished face.

Hobie looked into the night sky. He was way too hung up on this girl. Look at him, sitting on her roof fighting tears because she has someone who isn’t him. Serves him right for getting a crush.

Man, maybe Miguel has a point about universe-hopping.

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Tap Tap Tap

Groggy as all hell, Miles blinked slowly as the sound on the window woke him up. He looked in annoyance quickly shifting to happiness then worry once he realized who it was. “Hobie?” He checked the time on his phone that was charging next to him. “After 1:15 in the morning, bro?”

Miles stood up and cracked his back. Hobie moved to the side as the window opened and took off his mask. “‘Ight man, what’s up? Anomaly? Miguel?” He sounded dead tired, but once he saw his downtrodden expression, his nerves were on 10. “You okay?”

It wasn’t the first time they sat atop the dormitory’s roof, but it felt different now. The mood was serene but heavy. Hobie hadn’t really said a word, just messing with something in his lap. He had started climbing and Miles followed.

Hobie was sitting up with his legs crossed whereas Miles laid on his back a bit of a distance away. His hands behind his neck, he stared at the star speckled dark blue sky. Every once in a while he stole a look at Hobie’s back. It was beginning to scare him just how quiet he was. He seemed out of it, he’s never seen him like this before.

But, he wouldn’t push him if he wasn’t ready. Maybe he just needed to be with someone right now.

Still, he wanted him to say something. “So,” he started, Hobie turning his head only slightly to indicate that he had heard him. “You finished that watch then?”

He smirked and huffed. “Yeah, I did.”

The small joy Miles felt from getting him to talk was fleeting. Hobie tensed up again and went back to fiddling with said device. He couldn’t believe how excited he was to finish this thing…to see her.

He sighed and laid on his back as well. Miles held his breath waiting for him to say something. “Miles…I’m sorry.”

The boy furrowed his brows. “What for?”

“I don’t think I ever properly apologized for getting us into trouble like that.” A distant star passed through the sky. “I know how much this job means to you. I was being reckless.”

Miles smacks his teeth and smiles. “Man, don’t even worry about it.” He closes his eyes. It was nice to hear that apology, even though he would never dream of holding what happened over his head. “I know what you was doin.”

They laughed together. Then, Hobie’s small smile faded and it got quiet once more. “I went to see her again.”

“I thought so.”

“She found someone.”

Miles hisses and rests on his elbows to look at him. “Damn,” He sits up fully. “I’m sorry, bro. That must suck.”

Hobie sighs. “Yeah. Lil’ bit.”

“Hey, don’t feel too bad. I bet she missed you just as much as you missed her.” He comforts. Hobie thinks about what he said for a minute. He hopes he was right. He hopes she wanted him to come back to her, but accepted that he wasn’t.

“That’s a nice thought,” he answers. ‘Missed ’ was an understatement.

From the way he grew quiet again, Miles could tell that Hobie’s heart was very heavy. He didn’t really know what to say. Miles wasn’t exactly an expert in relationships, or women in general; he was still trying to figure out his. But, he knows that if he ever found out Gwen was seeing someone else, he would need a big fat hug. So that’s what he did.

He got right next to Hobie and squeezed his shoulders. “It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered. Hobie nodded and looked into the sky.

“Yeah,” he said. “I know…”

“…Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Will you at least watch over her for me? Make sure your dad doesn’t get his hands on her, yeah?”

Miles laughed. Of course the only girl he’s ever seen Hobie get choked up over is wanted by the police. To which extent, he didn’t know. And he really didn’t want to find out. “Yeah, I got you.”

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“You’re fucking lying.”

“I’m telling you, girl. Cameron said he saw Spider-Man outside your window.”

“What was Cameron doing outside at 1 in the morning?”

“Who cares what he was doing? Spider-Man is keeping tabs on you. Maybe you’ve been targeted by an evil scientist. Or some shit.”

“Stop playing.”

“Spider-Man might be following you around. Tell him I said hiiiiii~.”

“Bye, girl.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N hung up her phone. Tati had frantically texted her in the middle of a piercing walk-in saying it was an ‘urgent matter’. Thankfully, her client was cool enough to let her answer while she continued.

“What was that all about?” The boy asked her. He was a nice kid, and very nervous for his first piercing. The whole situation was a bit strange. He walked in with a friend and a guy that looks absolutely nothing like the either of them who couldn’t shut up about how he met Spider-Man the other day. Then he signed the written consent form and dipped.

“My home girl calling me about some crazy shit,” she answered, almost done preparing her station. “She thinks Spider-Man is spying on me.”

The boy cackles really hard and wipes his eye. She didn’t think it was that funny, but whatever floats his boat. “What?” He wheezed. “That’s insanity.”

“I know, right?” She took the alcohol wipe and cleaned his cartilage. He started shaking a little, and she could see how small his pupils were. He was also…really sweaty. Teenage boys.

“You okay?” She asked. “You didn’t eat, right?” He shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he said nervously. He was a bad liar. “Just…excited.” A really bad liar.

“Just relax, okay? I’ll take care of you.” She clamps his ear and he yelps. The both of them stare at each other. “This yo last chance.”

He takes a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay then.” She grabbed the needle and prepared to puncture it through his ear. He was trying so hard to be brave but man this kid was afraid. She laughed a bit. “I promise it’s not that bad…what’s your name again?”

“Oh, it’s Mi-AHH!” It was over just as quickly as it started. She was right. It wasn’t as bad. Now he just had to worry about what he would tell his parents when they saw him with it. “…miles…”

“Okay, Miles. We’re all good.”

ending a/n: okay now that’s it! Y’all ain’t getting nothing else from this lil series so don’t ask!

Fr tho guys, this was rly nice to write. Hobie is a lil OOC to me here but I can’t help but write men being absolutely obsessed with their girl it’s my favorite flavor.

Also thank you for choosing the epilogue for those of you who did bcs not only do I not have any business starting a whole new story while I’m literally in the middle of two, I really was gonna break yalls hearts with the story. Y’all would have been MAD AT ME! Shit, I would have been mad at myself.

Anyway, pls check out my other ATSV fics and Toji if you’re into him. Finish this off by saying please go see Rico Nasty live before you die, stay super freaky, have great vagina, I luv yaaaaa🩵

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⟭⟬💜 ⟭⟬💛⟭⟬💜 ⟭October 09, 2024⟬💛⟭⟬💜 ⟭⟬💛 ⟭⟬

One more week/7 days until Hobi is home! 98% done!

⟭⟬💜 ⟭⟬💛⟭⟬💜 ⟭Discharge⟬💛⟭⟬💜 ⟭⟬💛 ⟭⟬

🐹 12/13/22 - 6/12/24 : Discharged! (100%) ✅

🐿️ 4/18/23 - 10/17/24 : 7 Days until Discharge (98%)

🐨/🐯 12/11/23 - 6/10/25 : 243 Days until Discharge (55%)

🐥/🐰 12/12/23 - 6/11/25 : 244 Days until Discharge (55%)

🐱 9/22/23 - 6/21/25 : 254 Days until Discharge (60%)

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[armynoonas]

Week 25

June 16

killin’ It girl💯

Jin on Instagram - HOS FINAL

‘HOPE ON THE STAGE’ FINAL Short Film

Jin on Instagram - IGIN

[Hobi Tour Daily] in ASIA & FINAL

GS25 on Instagram - Jin x IGIN

Craving Jin Ramen like how Jin is?

To the one & the only, j-hope! - KIG

j-hope Instagram stories - KIG

June 17

‘Killin’ It Girl’ Remixes

j-hope on Weverse post 1, post 2

you killin’ it, #TWS! - KIG dance challenge

TWS YouTube Shorts - w/j-hope

[Notice] BTS Members Discharge (SUGA)

 j-hope ‘Charm of HOPE’ Concept Film & ‘Killin’ It Girl’ Concept Photo Sketch

TWS on Instagram - w/j-hope

Namjoon Instagram story

June 18

Taehyung Instagram story

TWS YouTube Shorts - MONA LISA & Killin' it Girl dance challenges

Today’s Bangtan - w/Hobi

j-hope ‘Charm of HOPE’ Concept Film & ‘Killin’ It Girl’ Concept Photo Shoot Sketch

j-hope on Weverse - post 1, post 2

Bae Chul-soo on Instagram - w/Hobi

j-hope on Weverse

j-hope Instagram story

Killin’ It Girl (Gorgeous Remix) ☕🥄🐿️🎶

Gen de Art Magazine Instagram stories - w/Namjoon

Namjoon Instagram story

June 19

j-hope ‘Killin’ It Girl (Solo Version)’ @ M COUNTDOWN

Today’s Bangtan - j-hope @ M COUNTDOWN

Today’s Bangtan - j-hope @/Sana's Fridge Interview

[Sana’s Fridge Interview] The meeting of world-class sunshines ⭐️ - w/Hobi

Killin’ it Girl dance challenge with TWICE Sana

Namjoon Instagram stories - Samsung ArtTV

Namjoon on Instagram - Samsung ArtTV

Samsung Korea on Instagram - w/RM

j-hope Instagram stories

j-hope on Instagram - M COUNTDOWN

RM of BTS Debuts as Samsung Electronics’ Art TV Global Ambassador at Art Basel in Basel 2025

j-hope on TikTok - KiG Dance Challenge

hope_to Instagram Broadcast Channel - M COUNTDOWN

j-hope on Weverse post 1, post 2, post 3

IGIN on Instagram - w/Jin

June 20

Taehyung Weverse live 1, live 2

j-hope Instagram stories

j-hope on TikTok - w/Sienna

j-hope on Instagram - Music Bank

j-hope on TikTok - KiG Dance Challenge

'Killin’ It Girl (Solo Version)' @ Music Bank

hope_to Instagram Broadcast Channel - Music Bank

Namjoon Instagram story

Killin’ it Girl dance challenges - ILLIT & ATEEZ San

‘Do the Dance’ dance challenge - w/j-hope

‘Lemon Drop’ dance challenge - w/j-hope

Namjoon on Instagram - Samsung ArtTV

Today’s Bangtan - j-hope @/Music Bank

‘Killin’ It Girl (feat. GloRilla)’ MV Photo Sketch

Yoongi on Weverse - our Yoongi is finally free

June 21

j-hope on TikTok - KiG Dance Challenge

hope_to Instagram Broadcast Channel - Music Core

Today’s Bangtan - j-hope @/Music Core

‘Killin’ It Girl (Solo Version)’ @ 쇼! 음악중심 (Show! MusicCore)

j-hope on Instagram - Music Core

j-hope Instagram stories

j-hope on Weverse post 1, post 2, post 3

Taehyung on Instagram - photodump

Taehyung Instagram story

Namjoon Instagram story

BTS on TikTok - KiG Dance Challenge

Today’s Bangtan - Omniscient Interfering View

June 22

j-hope Instagram stories

Today’s Bangtan - j-hope @/Inkigayo

‘Killin’ It Girl (Solo Version)’ at Inkigayo

Killin’ It HANYUJIN! - KiG Dance Challenge

j-hope on Instagram - Inkigayo

j-hope on Weverse - final letter

hope_to Instagram Broadcast Channel - Inkigayo

‘Killin’ It Girl’ MV & Choreography ver. Shoot Sketch

Bada Lee on Instagram - KiG Dance Challenge

BTS Suga helps fund Korea’s largest artist-backed autism center at Severance

Where Smiles Begin, IGIN - w/Jin

[jjungkookislife]

Secret ||PJM|| Epilogue

pairing: jimin x f. reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, 18+

summary: Jimin thinks he can keep his genuine feelings for his sugar baby a secret, but his nosy friends may get him to admit them to himself... and you!

wc: 2k

warnings: food mention

date: February 21, 2024

It had been months since the eight of you had been together. 

Jimin had kept his word and the moment Jungkook and Yoongi returned from tour, he cleared everyone’s schedule for two weeks. The eight of you would be flying out for a snowy retreat in the mountains. 

The cabin you had arrived at resembled more of a mansion but Jimin waved you off, insisting the eight of you needed the room and soundproof walls. 

Jungkook, Seokjin, and Yoongi were eager to hit the slopes while Jimin, and Namjoon were eager to hit the private skating rink. 

Hoseok, Taehyung and you headed for the hot tub with a speaker and snacks. 

You sighed the moment your body sunk into the tub, groaning when Taehyung sits beside you and splashes you. He laughs instead of apologizing and you flip him off. 

Hoseok chuckles from his spot as the speaker turns on and his latest single fills the air. 

“How’s the wedding planning?” Taehyung asks and Hoseok groans. 

“What?”

“Did you know planning a wedding is more stressful than launching a new album? At least it feels that way when you’re being asked if you prefer roses or lilies, buttercream or fondant, sky blue or baby blue. Which is not the same color if you’re wondering,” Hoseok sighs heavily as he tilts his head back to look at the night sky. 

Taehyung whistles. “Damn.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to have an input in everything but there’s so much stuff. It’s overwhelming sometimes. I’d marry Seokjin at Park Entertainment if I could.”

“I’m sure it’ll all be worth it when the day comes,” you grin as you place your hand on his. 

“I’m sure,” Hoseok nods. “It’s just everything all at once. We have cake tasting when we get back and a few other things but the wedding is set for Spring so not too long now.”

“Have you picked a best man?” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Yoongi,” Hoseok responds and Taehyung pouts. 

“Of course you’ll all be part of the bridal party. Namjoon is Seokjin’s best man.”

“I’ll remember this when it’s my turn,” Taehyung mutters as he dips his head into the tub and flips his hair, splashing Hoseok when he comes back up.

Hoseok wipes his face, ignoring Taehyung’s poutiness. 

“And that’s why certain choices were made.” Hoseok sighs heavily.

The next morning, you sit on the couch beside Jungkook. A warm mug of hot chocolate is in your hand, while Jungkook flips through the movies on the streaming site. 

Jimin yawns as he comes down the stairs with his cute bedhead, an oversized sweater, and grey sweatpants that hug his thighs nicely.

“Morning, love,” he greets before kissing your cheek. You smile as you scoot closer to Jungkook to give him some room.

Jimin wraps you up in his arms, kissing your cheek.

“I missed you yesterday,” you coo as he pouts when you move away to be able to look him in the eyes. 

“Missed you too,” he murmurs into your shoulder. “We can have dinner tonight. Just us.”

“And we can all meet you for dessert!” Jungkook claps. Jimin laughs, “Sure.”

“Dinner with my man and dessert with my best friends? Sounds wonderful!” You smile, kissing Jimin’s cheek one more time before you rise. 

Jimin whines when you leave him, curling up to Jungkook instead. 

“Sorry! I have to meet Seokjin, Hobi, and Tae for brunch. We’re going over a few wedding things,” you explain before running up the stairs to get ready. 

Jungkook waits until you’re out of the room. When the shower starts upstairs, he deems the coast clear. 

“Do you have it on you?” Jungkook asks with a huge smile. 

Jimin nods. 

“Lemme see! Lemme see!” Jungkook shakes Jimin’s shoulder roughly again and again with each word. 

Jimin curses, pulling his friend’s hands off of him. He looks over his shoulder at the stairs to make sure you’re not around. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the surprise because of Jungkook’s overeagernes. 

Just before leaving on this trip, Jimin had taken Namjoon and Seokjin with him to pick out a ring. He was going to propose and he wanted everything to be perfect. 

There was nobody else in the world Jimin would rather be with. You were the one for him and he was certain of it. He was done being foolish, he was mending his relationship with his father, and what you and Jimin had was solid. Unbreakable.

“It’s gorgeous!” Jungkook exclaims. Jimin hushes him, shutting the box and sliding it into his sweatpants pocket. 

“She’ll hear you,” Jimin hisses. 

“Sorry! I’m just excited! I had to record when you guys went,” Jungkook pouts. He really wanted to go with but Yoongi had him on a tight schedule. The album would be released a week or so before Seokjin and Hoseok’s wedding and if Kook wanted time off for the festivities, he had to put in the work. 

Taking time off for this trip was special; he would return to the studio right after it ended. He had photo shoots, music videos, appearances, and interviews once he got back but for now, Jungkook was just excited to be included in the proposal. 

“Everything has to go smoothly, Kook. I want this to be everything she’s ever dreamed of,” Jimin smiles cutely. His cheeks are rosy and his eyes twinkle.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” Jungkook assures him. “All you and Sunshine have to do is show up.”

Jimin nods. He thanks Jungkook before he heads upstairs to pick out his outfit for tonight. Hoseok has a few outfits delivered ahead of time for the event and you had been too exhausted from traveling to put away your clothing. You found it easier to live out of your suitcase until Jimin helped you out everything up. 

Your voice fills the bedroom, muted by the bathroom door as you sing. Jimin melts as he realizes he’ll be lucky enough to hear you sing every day for the rest of his life. 

Dinner goes swimmingly.

Jimin has gifted you a beautiful gown. It’s off the shoulders, and a beautiful ruby red fabric that hugs your body amazingly. 

All of Jimin’s attention has been on you. From before dinner drinks, to now as you finish your meal. The weather outside is milder than it has been, and you think nothing of it when Jimin asks if you’d like to see the gardens.

“I’d love to,” you agree as he rises from his seat before helping you out of yours. He laces his fingers with yours as he leads you away from the private dining room, and down a long hallway framed with gorgeous portraits.

“Close your eyes,” Jimin instructs as you reach a large door at the end of the hall.

“Why?” you ask with a pout.

“Because,” Jimin chuckles. “Don’t want to spoil dessert.”

“Ooh,” you giggle as your eyes close and Jimin reminds you not to peek as he leads you outside. 

The chill of the wind makes you shiver as you step outside. You keep your eyes squeezed shut as Jimin leads you forward a few more feet. Your free hand moves to the gorgeous necklace resting on your chest, toying with it as the smell of chocolate fills your nose. 

“Chocolate,” you nearly moan, smiling brightly. You hear a few chuckles and assume your friends have joined in for the dessert surprise. 

A few moments later, Jimin comes to a stop. He lets go of your hand and reminds you to keep your eyes closed. You nod, wondering what in the world this surprise could be. 

“Okay, open,” Jimin instructs, almost too nervous to speak. 

Slowly, you open your eyes. 

Candles burn all around you in the shape of a heart. Jimin is on one knee, his hand holding an open ring box with a gorgeous ring that takes your breath away. 

Seconds later, fireworks go off and drones fly together in the sky and the words “Will you marry me?” Appear in the sky. 

Your friends and family wait on the sidelines, awaiting your response. 

Namjoon has to hold Jungkook back from running towards you, too excited to contain himself as two of his best friends get engaged. 

The thundering of your heart drowns everything out except for Jimin’s dulcet voice asking if you’d marry him. 

“Yes!” You breathe, tackling him into a hug.

“Whoa!” He laughs, clutching the little box with the ring tightly as you squeeze him and plant a million kisses on his face. 

“She said yes!” Jungkook cheers. He jumps up and down beside Namjoon, who wipes a tear from his eye as the photographer takes a few photos before Jimin’s rising to his feet. 

“Permission to approach?” Seokjin asks, smiling brightly beside Hoseok. Both are eager to wrap you up in their arms to celebrate.

“Yes, of course,” you say in between sniffles. Seokjin came prepared. He hands you a travel pack of tissues as he hugs you tightly. Hoseok wraps the three of you in a hug before Jungkook comes barreling through, “Lemme in, lemme in!”

Namjoon and Yoongi hang back, shaking their head as Taehyung crawls between Jungkook’s legs to get in on the hug action. 

“He could have waited two seconds,” Yoongi shakes his head as Taehyung squeezes in, his head popping out from the middle of the group. 

“Too tight!” Taehyung squeaks.

“Suits ya right,” Hoseok chirps, poking his curly haired friend. 

Taehyung pouts before he slithers down the middle and crawls out through Hoseok’s legs. 

Even after all this time, Taehyung can still get on Hoseok’s last nerve and he’d never trade it for anything in the world. 

Once it’s safe to approach, Namjoon hugs you tightly. 

“Oh, you’re going to be a gorgeous bride,” he states as he kisses your cheek. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Joon,” you blink back tears, hugging him right before he goes to Jimin. 

Yoongi embraces you last. He holds you close, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m so happy for you,” he whispers. “I’m glad you two finally got your heads out of your ass to notice you love each other.”

“You know, I hope your best man speech for Hobi is better than this one,” you scoff.

Yoongi glares at you, tickling your side before he laughs. “You’d be so lucky to get a proper speech from me. Now, go cut the cake before I do.”

“Yes, sir,” you laugh as you walk away to join Jimin. He welcomes you into his arms as you head over to the glorious cake waiting for you. 

It’s two tiers in the shape of a heart with vintage style decorations and a few pearls. 

Jimin and you hold the knife together, grinning at each other as the tip sinks into the frosting. 

“I love you,” you whisper, your gaze locked on his. 

“I love you, baby,” he responds as he kisses your cheek. 

You grip the knife tighter, feeling Jimin guide your hand with his. The two of you are friends, lovers, and partners. Today, tomorrow, and forever. 

There’s nothing in this world that could pull you apart, nothing you can’t get through without each other. 

Relief fills you as the knife hits the bottom and you lift it together to make the second cut. 

This was just the beginning of your wonderful life. You had amazing, supportive friends, and the man of your dreams. You were beyond blessed.

“Here’s to the rest of our lives,” Jimin smiles as he feeds you a piece of cake. 

You chew and swallow, licking your lips after. Jimin holds your hand in his, the ring placed on your finger. 

Jimin’s thumb grazes the stone, and you can’t help but kiss him. Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands find their home on your hips. 

You melt into the kiss, moaning softly as his lips descend toward your neck. Your fingers weave in his hair, tugging gently to make him moan as his teeth nip the sensitive flesh of your neck. 

“I love you, Park Jimin. Only you. Now, forever, and always.”

Secret  || PJM

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[homiesondaweb]

I WROTE SOME HOBIE BACKSTORY FLUFF

Been writing too much angst lately🥲

anyway this is based of my previous head cannon on Hobie's siblings. Quick recap (might make a OC post about em) Hudson and Hendricks(yea name change) are the eldest twins about 12 years older than Hobie and are 21. Henry is in the middle he is 9 years older than Hobie, he is 18. Harley is only 5 years older and she is 14 going on 15 (she helps run the community garden). Hobie is 9!

I am Black but also an American from the midwest. So if I fuck up some of the UK vernacular or whatnot y'all can correct me in the replies or reblogs. If you see this fic floating on AO3 that is also me!

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1966 Chevy C10 aka the ugliest truck known to fucking man aka Harley bedroom away from home. Given to her by her old dirt and hay supplier before he moved to Wales, the dark green vehicle that lives parked in their ground floor garage was her escape from a house full of her lanky and, damn-right charlie brothers. She has the bed of the truck softened with a scrap fabric mattress and tens of thrifted comforters and pillows. Her portable record player crones with a Betty Davis record riding the groove with a whining guitar. Harley uses a chunk of mirror propped against her stage trunk to watch herself as she sections her hair into lazy cornrows for the night.

The sky slowly crumbles into a sunset, unfurling into a cool moon, shifting the world to a soft grayscale and sepia. Streetlights outside the garage flicker on and the human officers switch their patrol lights to a slow strobing blue and yellow. Harley gives a big yawn that pops her jaw and hums along to the guitar's riffs. The sound rests really low in her throat, it nearly drowns out the sound of steel door creaking and small steps that padding in. The 14 year old pauses her humming and stretches over to see the interruption of her night routine.

It's shaped lika palm tree, outlined in muted pink with their bare feet slapping around on the cement. Sleepy gray eyes met hers before they lighten to hazel for a moment, then back to sleep gray.

"Comin' ta bed?" Hobie whispers, voice all low and raspy. Harley helps the wire of a little boy clamor over the raised gate, he settles his head on her shoulder after. She chuckles and smears some leftover mango butter on his nose before her hands are back in her head.

"Inna bit. Thought I might sleep down 'ere though. Let my Baney Bart lil brother have the whole bed. You've got ta start wearin' yer socks to bed, ice foot." Harley teases and Hobie whines, then snuggles against her side. 

Harley thought that now with Henry moving in with Rembrandt to the Canal flats would have given her the incentive to claim his room for her own and finally stop sharing both room and mattress with her baby brother. It wasn't easy though, ever since she came on the scene when the twins 7 and Henry was 5 the Brown siblings instinctively cuddled. Like cubs or kittens of some kind. 

Hudson and Hendricks would sleep on their stomach, shoulders piled on top of each other or an arm around the other's back. Henry uses somebody's calf as a pillow and his foot always ends up in Hudson's face. Harley found her spot cuddled over Henry's stomach and when baby Hobie joined the mix she always woke to her shoulder being smothered in his drool and soft snores. They were like cats in that way, if one sibling saw the other napping, they were gonna share that sleep.

It has peter off some, Henry started sleeping over in the art alley with his mandem. Hendricks working overnight security with Pa. Hudson staying with Imani more days out the week(they all wait for the couple to announce the true reason why she was getting rounder). Harley sleeps in the truck when her band mates  sneaks over after the city curfew because their fam is off it or someone is sick with radio or the flu.

But even with growing apart. A cuddle wassa cuddle and baby Hobie was gonna get his full of them. Of course Harley was still gonna share a bed with her little Barty when requested. Hobie starts to fade down to their true colors as sleep wraps him up, 

"Oi! No sleep yet lil boy. Gotta put the 'fro up." She whispers tugging at the puff on the top of his head. Hobie grumbles, going cut yellow with crankiness. Harley counters it with a pink kiss to the top of his head and lets the stocking-band out that release his coils. Hobie blinks blearly in his slumped sit as Harley sloppily parts then flat twists them down into four rows. He gives a little sigh at the cool feeling of mango butter to his scalp but grumbles when she ties a scarf over them. Harley chuckles as she releases his ears from under it and scoots the front back. 

They both know that damn scarf will be half way across the room and on the floor with her bonnet by morning. He cuddles into the front of her, stuck lika kola instead of a boy, smushing his face to her shoulder. Harley rubs his back and hums out the Buddy Miles intro that is stuck in her head as she feels around for her phone. Hobie blinks again as he watches her raise the antenna on top of it then pop in the code for someone. It rings loudly and they both wince before she lowers the volume and tilts the antenna to the right. 

"Headin' ova?" She asks and a voice hums a soft no. Hobie sighs, that was Donovan.

"Dottie and Kirt's gots lead or radio. Feelin' weak me-self, keepa eye on ya water, yeah? Think OsCo is doin' flushes again." He warns softly.

Harley tenses at that. She sits back some and uses her free hand to inspect Hobie's face. She blinks hard and they both revert to true colors. All warm brown skin, black hair and steely eyes. She gives a sigh of relief at seeing that the whites of his eyes as fine, not any spots of yellow. No dryness to his pallor, just sleepy.

"Where you in the fountains today?" She asks and Hobie shakes his head.

"Wit Pa tuday." He mumbles to her, she lets him relax back and resumes petting his back.

"Thanks for the heads up Vonnie. I'll come by wit some bone soup and a filter from Hud in the mornin'. 

"You're a dove Harles. Oíche mhaith a chroí." 

Hobie gives a fakes gag as Harley blares pink then clovers sketches, Gaelic love poems and the expert of Romeo and Juliet having it off etch over her skin in cursive for a moment before she simmers back to sepia.

"Bon lannwit, Mon kè." She says back and hangs up. Harley stashes her phone back under the mattress before turning off her record player. With a practiced ease she carefully slides Betty Davis back into the paper sleeve, then lays the mirror chunk down on a quilt.

"Ann kouche, pinèz." Harley yawns and clamors out the truck bed with Hobie still clinging to her. They make their way up to the flat and to their room. Hobie is nothing but soft breath so it startles Harley when he speaks.

"You gonna live wit Donovan one day? Like Henry and Huddie?" Hobie asks. Harley kisses his cheek and lays them down in bed. She lights a lavender incense cone, then pops it in the holder.

"Maybe one day."

"Gonna marry 'em?"

"Can't get married. He's too Irish. Laws will bang us."

"You don't care." Hobie giggles and Harley smiles real big at that.

"Who said me and Van ain't gonna bang the laws back bruv? Don't worry bout it Barty Bug." She tells him when she lays down fully and loops an arm around his shoulders, Hobie puts his head over her heart.

"You gonna runaway? You two go off?"

Harley hums.

"Where imma go, bug?" 

"... Cuba or Panama, like uncle."

"Too much sun for Donovan. He'd cook."

"Uhm… Canada. Like Erika's family?"

"Too cold. I'd freeze to death."

Hobie pouts at this point, turning into her elbow so he doesn't have to see the sleeply mirth in his older sister's eyes. Her black nails gently grasps his jaw and turns his face back to her. The both flare into blue and black ink and mapwork.

"What's with the questions. You think imma leave, love?"

Hobie nods in embarrassment but softens as Harley kisses his forehead.

"Not without you buggy. Same things goes for Hudson, Hendricks, and Henry. Same thing for Ma and Pa. No way I'm leavin' you even if the Queen, her corgis and the PM demanded it. Even if Von proposed right here. Which is stupid I'm 14, he's 15 and we've had lead poisoning on and off since we was little. So don't worry about Cuba or Canada, hell even Wales. I'm your big sister, we are Browns and some right punks. Labels are nothing but when you put in the care and obligations that comes with the title. Well, you're pretty fulfilled by em. And that means we stick together always. And care for each other always. So don't you worry your head about my crush. Don't worry about seeing my back out the door." 

Hobie just snuggles her closer at that. Harley chuckles and cuddles back. 

If there's one thing Hobie believes in, without a question,  it is his sister.

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Oíche mhaith a chroí = Irish Gaelic - Goodnight, my dear

Bon lannwit, Mon kè = Haitian Creole - Goodnight, my heart

Ann kouche, pinèz = Haitian Creole - Let's go lie down, Bug.

[dearly-somber]

Falling | j.hs

-> pairing. ex-boyfriend!hoseok x female reader

-> genre. angst, exes-to-lovers, redemption arc (I think?)

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1200

-> warnings. mentions of cheating (it’s bad, don’t do it.)

-> a/n. I love it when my word counts have round numbers (you know what I mean, right? 🤡)

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 13th, 2020 @ 23:56

-> fin. ???

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022 @ 21:14

-> divider credit. @saradika-graphics

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Main hoe Jiwo😌

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hey, hey!

Just got back in Gwangju!

Come by in 15 minutes so we can catch up~ 😙

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You knew that she hadn't meant any harm. But, Hoseok smiling like that again made your heart ache. You sniffed, wiping your eyes with your sleeve, cussing under your breath. "God damnit..." You sniffled, going to the bathroom to wash your face and meet up with Jiwo.

•••

Hoseok hugged his mother and father right after his sister did, smiling at them tiredly. It was one of the few breaks he got, and he would only be staying for a few weeks.

"엄마, 아빠," he smiled at them. "It's really good seeing you again."

"You too, son. We missed you." His father said with a heart-warming smile, giving Hoseok enough energy to excitedly start telling them about his most recent tour.

By the time he had finished telling them every last detail, they had sat down and Jiwo had gone upstairs to get ready for something she had refused to tell him about. He assumed that she was going out with someone, though.

Ding dong~ (insert Jungkook here)

"I'll get it!" Hobi said, springing to his feet before walking to the door. He opened it with a smile, speaking before he acknowledged the person standing before him.

"You here for—" his voice trailed off as he took you in. Your hair messily tied up, wearing one of the hoodies he had gifted you for your birthday, a pair of loose fitting trousers and sneakers. He saw the bags under your eyes, but even then, you were glowing. Brighter than the sun ever could.

You cleared your throat. "Hey, Hobi..." He flinched slightly at the nickname leaving your lips, his chest constricting painfully. Yes. It was his fault the two of you split up five months ago. But he was still torn up about it.

"Hi, Y/N." He mumbled back, watching you with dazed eyes, his mind replaying the events of five months ago.

"Y/N, wait—" Hoseok called after you, grabbing your wrist to stop you from leaving the room. You jerked your hand from his grasp aggressively, tears still streaming down your face as you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from sobbing in front of him.

"Y/N, please! Let me explain—"

"Explain what, Hoseok? That you cheated on me?" You asked painfully, turning to him angrily. "'Cause that's what you did, Hoseok. You cheated! With some random girl at your welcome back party, that I threw for you!" You shouted, your hands flying around as you explained everything to him from your point of view.

The only point of view...

Hoseok took a step toward you, his voice raised as he replied heatedly:

"It meant nothing, Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you that? I got drunk, and she took advantage of that!"

"Then why, Hoseok, did I have to find out through your fucking sister? Why did Jiwo tell me that she was glad I wasn't mad at you? Why did Jiwo, have to tell me that her little brother cheated on me!" You screeched, pushing against his chest harshly, causing him to stumble back. You bit your lower lip as you took a deep breath, trying to regain as much of your composure as you could in this situation.

"I'm done, Hoseok." You said dejectedly, stumbling back tiredly. “This," You motioned between the two of you, "is over. We're done."

You turned around, grabbing your already packed bag and storming out of the house. Hoseok took a moment before he yelled at the top of his lungs, grabbing a nearby lamp and throwing it at the door, the glass shattering... just like his heart. He slumped down against the edge of the bed, crying into his hands.

"Y/N! You're here! Just on time, too. Let's go!" Jiwo said as she came down the stairs, hugging you tightly and turning back to Hobi. She kissed his cheek lovingly, smiling at him gently before walking off with you. "Tell mom I'll be back later! Love you!"

Hoseok nodded without really processing what his sister had told him, closing the door after a few moments of just standing there, doing nothing. "Has Jiwo gone out?" His mother asked him as he turned away from the door.

"Yeah... I'm gonna, uhm. Head up to my room. I'll be down later—"

"But lunch is ready?"

"I'm not hungry right now. I'll be out later, I promise." He kissed her cheek reassuringly before heading back upstairs, closing the door to his room before quietly breaking down.

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You had just dropped Jiwo off at her place, smiling apologetically at her mother for keeping her out so late.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Jung?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Could you please tell Hobi that I forgive him? That, and that I'd like to catch up with him again sometime." A sad smile played on your features. Hoseok's mother smiled kindly at you, nodding and closing the door. Leaving you outside on your own to watch your breath as it was released into the atmosphere.

With a sigh you walked back home, the crunch of snow merely background noise as you took your usual route back home.

You cooked yourself some food when you got home, washing dishes after and heading off to bed.

You scrolled through your pictures, your finger hovering over a picture you had taken of Hoseok at a fan meeting you had attended as a surprise.

He was smiling at you with a flower crown atop his head, bright and glowing with the little squirrel plushie attached to the one end of the crown making you smile.

You didn't notice the tears until you were sobbing, covering your mouth in an effort to silence your saddened cries.

You don't know how long you cried, but when there was urgent knocking on your door at god knows what time, you were out of bed and ready to kick someone in the shins.

You opened the door, only to find a tired looking, puffy eyed Jung Hoseok at your door, rubbing his arms in the freezing cold hours of morning. "Y/N..." He muttered in slight shock at your quick answer, his eyes hopeful. Before you could talk, he started talking at a rapid pace:

"Y/N, I'm so sorry for what I did. I was stupid. I loved you more than anything and still do, and if I could I would gladly change what happened that night. I really, truly am sorry and I don't expect you to want to try and reconnect immediately, but—"

You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping into his arms, tears streaming down your face and onto his shoulder.

"I forgive you... I forgive you, Hobi." You said softly, your voice breaking nearing the end, pressing yourself closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Now come inside, before you freeze to death."

Hearing the familiar bell sounding laugh of his lifted your spirits and brightened your heart. Oh, how much you had missed your ray of sunshine...

[lizziexmeow]

TODAY'S UPDATE (250320) PART 2

13:49 SVT SCOUPS WEVERSE POST

14:00 TXT TAEHYUN IG POST

15:38 SVT MINGYU WEVERSE POST

18:00 TXT ACT: PROMISE IN BARCELONA

18:30 SVT WOOZI ON KODE

19:00 TXT JAPAN W/ JAX JONES & ADO UPDATE

21:32 SVT HOSHI & WOOZI ON MCOUNTDOWN

22:45 SVT DK WEVERSE POST

22:51 BTS HOBI IG POST

23:00 TXT YEONJUN TIKTOK

[madlittlecriminal]

My Follower Celebration Has Come to an End

i reached 1K about two weeks ago and i did a celebration on it that ended on the 13th of August. now, here are some new characters i will be adding outside of this event!

Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk. He will be 18-19 in my fics since his age was never officially verified since he said 3 years and online he's between 16-19.)

Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man. I still don't write cheating fics so if you want romantic, he will be SINGLE AND SO WILL READER)

Miles Morales (Spider-Man. PLATONIC ONLY BECAUSE HE'S UNDERAGE AND IM 21. I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ROMANTICALLY FOR UNDERAGE CHARACTERS)

the requests ill be releasing soon are from the 1K celebration, but my requests are open for all characters including Miguel O'Hara, the Moon Knight System (Steven, Marc and Jake), Jonathan Crane (Cillian Murphy ONLY), Santiago Garcia (Pope), Frankie Morales (Catfish/Fish), Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale ONLY), Thomas Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Eddie Brock, etc.

I write NSFW and SFW content as well as AU's (soulmate, professor/student, dbf, etc.

still debating if i wanna write for video games though...ill return with a new post when i make my decision.

[jimiminily]

Hobi is officially discharged from the military! 🥳🎊

It has been 548 days/18 months/1.5 years

(Enlisted: april 18 2023

Discharged: october 17 2024, today!)

I'm HAPPYY that hobi is back seriously 😭😭 waiting till 3AM is always worth it to see them discharge from the military

He worked so hard and amazing im proud of him🥹🥹💜 im happy that nothing can separate him away anymore 🥹💜 I love you so much hobi, welcome back loml 🌸

Jin has planned on a special event for hobi and he'll actually be going to meet him and take him to the filming spot as soon as he's out!

JIN is going out to greet J-Hope who is being discharged around 10 AM KST!

However, the rest of the members except for Jin are all serving in the military, so they will likely not be seen at the site that day.

Remaining members left to discharge:

● Namjoon and Taehyung: 236 days left (june 10, 2025)

● Jungkook and Jimin: 237 days left (june 11, 2025)

● Yoongi: 247 days left (june 21, 2025)

And these are the links to the weverse posts and live from Hobi ♡ (added translations), also a link to BTS picture on twitter (Only jhope is on it)

@BTS_twt today's tweet on twitter/X

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[241017 J-hope Weverse Live: j-day]

🐿 everyone~ jhope is back!

🐿 ive discharged from military. wow i cant believe that this day came

🐿 wow 1 year 6 months.. is such a long time.. and during that time, to fulfill duties as a korean citizen, i was able to live as jung hoseok for these 1 year 6 months, and now i am back as jhope. it feels a bit new

🐿️ I keep saying this but thanks to you, I was able to come back safely.

🐿 i keep saying this, but due to your cheers and wishes, i was able to do well. lets now walk on a flower road. thank you so much. i havent been able to eat yet. i had so many things to do starting when i woke up

🐿 it was such a hectic day and morning aha. and it feels so new. even a week ago, i was like.. im discharging? but i was like oh im getting discharged now. i started thinking of my schedules, and how theres a lot to do

🐿️ Ah English! I'm ready.

🐿️ But realistically everyone, in the military, you can do many things, but you don't have the leisure.

🐿️ I was so physically tired. I would want to study but after working with the soldiers, but as an assistant drill instructor, I had more time I had to work. And to study afterwards? It was hard

🐿 hobi is talking about his experience as an assistant drill instructor and how he would have to wake the other soldiers up in the morning and woke up early and just telling us about how he worked hard while in the military!

🐿 i'm looking at myself in the video right now and you guys might not be able to tell but i gained some weight. i need to work out and lose weight.. (HUUH?!!!! pls he looks goodㅜㅜㅜㅜ what!@?E$~!@)

🐿️ Wow it's been a really long time since I saw "Purple You"!

🐿️ Will this fit? They all wrote me a message one by one.

🐿️ My memories are here. They have pictures too.

🐿️ Whenever we had a march, we would eat together. In the winter it's quite cold and we would eat oden. You can see here. This is how I lived. I might shed tears

🐿️ I'll tell you one more thing. They say that after coming back from the military, that's the only thing you can talk about.

🐿️ It was fun because of these guys. Our age difference was like 10yrs. They were young kids. They were cute and good guys.

🐿 and txt also sent me this! *shows flower bouquet and letter* thank you so much!

🐿️ I received this today, but our TXT kids gave me this. There's a reason they're doing well.

🐿 "hobi hyung thank you so much thank you for protecting our country" aha who is this? oh i think its kai

🐿 ah i cant believe it. im doing this live so that you can look at me. but ill be preparing for my activities and such. ill take off this hat and ill prepare to show you an awesome jhope. thank you so much and i love you

🐿 challenge. thats right in a way this was a challenge. i entered military and trained, and was assigned my role and bunk.. ah i cant forget it.. but did you know? i wrote a diary during the time in the military. i wrote about one thing i regretted. i didnt bring a water bottle

🐿 i heard seokjin hyung wanted to do something once im discharged? oh do it, do anything~

🐿️ "Let's make a time for just us."

🐿️ Absolutely. What we have left for us is time.

🐿️ "Can we hear your signature greeting?"

🐿️ Yes, let's finish with this.

🐿️ I'm your hope. You're my hope. I'm J...!

🐿️ I'll show you many cool and great activities. Thank you for your love and support and attention. Heart! Here is my last heart as a soldier. Bye!

- end -

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Once again, welcome back 🥹💜 im happy that he's back healthy and happy����💕