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uhgood-dooghu · 4 years

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The Contradiction of the Century [M]

Pairing Dancer!Hoseok x Dancer!Reader

Summary Hobi’s duality is unparalleled, and nowhere does it come out more than in the bedroom. Needless to say, he leaves you sore as much as practice does.

Genre Smut, fluff, crack, dancer!au, gratuitous porn and that’s it

Warnings Unprotected sex, oral (female), face riding, dom!Hobi, edging/orgasm denial, mirrors, dirty talk, lots of begging and (non-serious, sexually frustrated) threatening, everything’s consensual & they’re in love

Word Count 5.2k

Cross-posted to AO3

“Yo, we should have a dance battle!”

You lift your tired head to find your best friend grinning as she hooks up her phone to the sound system. Upbeat music fills the studio, and she rounds on the small crowd, bouncing lightly on her feet.

“Eh?” She prompts, wiggling her eyebrows. “Guys versus girls, losers treat winners to, I don’t know, food?”

A murmur of interest runs through your teammates as they clamber to their feet. You, however, groan and arch your back, cringing when your spine cracks. A familiar chuckle filters down, and you crane your neck, rolling your eyes at Hoseok's cheeky grin.

“Shut up, Hobi,” you mutter, but allow him to pull you to your feet.

His suggestive wink does not go unnoticed as you massage circles into your lower back, still sore from the way he contorted your body in half and buried his head between your thighs barely 8 hours ago. You shudder at the memory, but before he can comment, Jimin has him in an iron grip, dragging him across the room and letting out some sort of high pitched whine about needing to win because he is just shy of broke.

In a matter of moments, the studio is echoing with a chorus of cheers and taunts as Jungkook moves to the center, driving your pain from your mind. You can’t help but grin fondly at the collective enthusiasm. Leave it to your friends to get way too hyped over the prospect of free food.

You wait until most of the girls have danced their part before stepping out. As if on cue, the group falls back slightly, leaving you and Hoseok to face each other in the middle of the studio.

“Finish it off, lovebirds,” Jimin sings, and your lips tug upwards in a smirk directed at your boyfriend.

“Ready to lose, baby?” You taunt, starting to move as the music transitions.

With a grin, he shoves his hands in his pockets and tips his head back. “Do your worst.”

Keeping your eyes level, you run a hand suggestively through your hair and lick your lips. Instantly, all signs of his normal, bright playfulness disappear, replaced by a steady, calculating gaze that follows your movements with a searing intensity. You are known for your intricate footwork, and you temporarily lose yourself in your movements, barely registering the high pitched cheers as your feet fall in sync with the beat.

A moment later, however, you catch sight of Hoseok and smirk. He has a slightly glazed expression on his face as he watches your feet move, looking up with a heated stare only when you begin to move towards him. You wet your lip again as you push into his personal space, dancing around him until you are pressed into his back, and lean up so your breath ghosts over his neck.

You wrap your arms around him and feel him up, your hands finding their way to the waistband of his sweats. Dipping your fingers below the elastic, you snap it against his hips, and a loud “ohhh” rips through the room. He tenses under your touch, making you grin into the back of his shoulder before slinking back around.

You drop and spin your body low to the floor, locking your gaze with his smoldering eyes. As you travel up his front, your fingertips brush over his thighs and taught stomach until they tap a rhythm against his chest. Leaning in, you brush your lips against his.

“Your turn,” you breathe, then you are giving him a rough push and sauntering backwards.

If he is affected, he does an impeccable job of hiding it, because all you get is a twitch of his jaw and the faintest quirk of his eyebrow as you slide smoothly across the floor amidst a chorus of whoops and whistles. When you slow to a stop, you feel your best friend hissing in your ear.

“Damn, girl, he looks like he wants to eat you alive.”

You catch your tongue between your teeth with a grin, but your face quickly turns pensive when you see the darkness in Hoseok’s gaze. As he starts to move, you catch the glint in his eye, and your stomach flips. He only gets that glint when he’s dancing…

Or fucking you senseless.

A shiver runs up your spine. You can’t tear your eyes away even if you wanted to, his stare commanding your attention. And as he twists his body to the beat, you are transfixed.

Sure, you are a good dancer–hell, you all are great dancers–but Hoseok exists on a whole other level of the dancing stratosphere, miles above you. The way his limbs seem to go boneless, feet almost floating above the floor, body conforming seamlessly to the music, divides the room into ecstatic cheers of excitement and groans of defeat.

“Fuck yeah, J-Hope!”

“Goddammit, we should’ve left him out of this.”

“Hell yeah, that’s my boy!”

“We lost.”

Suddenly, the song morphs into something slower and more sensual, and every few beats Hoseok inches closer, keeping his gaze fixed on you. You narrow your eyes, widening your stance and straightening your posture to brace yourself. But then he drops and closes the distance, sliding on his knees until his face is centimeters from the apex of your thighs. A cry rises from the small audience, and you can feel his breath through the thin fabric of your shorts. Your head goes light as you blink down at him, eyes wide and eyebrows raised in a silent “what the fuck are you doing?”

He just smirks and runs his hands up the back of your thighs, groping your butt and nuzzling into the juncture of your hip.

Through the roar in your ears you can hear your girlfriends squeal behind you, but before you can react, Hoseok is standing and pressing his weight into your back, hands digging into your hips. He pulls your bodies flush and grinds his hips to the beat, moving one hand to wrap around your jaw. Forcing your head against his shoulder, he licks at the shell of your ear, and blood rushes to your face as you squeeze your eyes shut, clutching his wrist.

“Hoseok,” you whisper, voice laced with warning, and he hums in your ear.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, hips still moving against yours.

“Did you forget we have an audience?” You hiss, refusing to look anywhere but at a fixed spot on the ceiling.

His chuckle vibrates against your shoulder blades before he spins you around just as the music fades, his hand firmly pressed on the small of your back.

“Of course not.”

His dark eyes sear into yours, a devilish smirk playing across his lips, and if you weren’t so flustered, you would smack him.

“Oh yeah, we definitely lost,” you hear your best friend breathe, as you clutch Hoseok’s biceps, heart hammering in your chest.

Almost immediately the glint in his eye disappears, and his face melts into that wide trademark smile, eyes crinkling as he loosens his hold on you.

“Looks like we got a free meal, boys,” he calls, prompting a rather insulting cacophony of joyous shouts in response. Leaning down, he catches your lips in a quick kiss, grinning cheekily at your red face.

“I love you.”

“Holy shit, you two, get a room,” Jungkook grunts in annoyance as he passes. You hide your flush with a scoff, pushing away from Hoseok.

He laughs, turning to follow Jungkook, and you hang back for a moment to cool your cheeks on the backs of your hands. Feeling a presence by your side, you turn to find your best friend holding out your bag with a knowing grin.

“What?” You groan, grabbing your belongings and falling into step with her as you walk out of the studio.

“Nothing,” she says simply, earning herself a bruising punch on the arm.

30 minutes later, you are sitting next to Hoseok in a ramen shop amidst the buzz of your friends when you feel his hand drop heavily to your thigh. Dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, his fingers massage your flesh firmly, and you bite your lip, stealing a glance at his bright expression. The contrast makes you shiver.

And when his lips pressed against your ear, you nearly gasp aloud.

“Cancel practice tomorrow. You won’t be able to get out of bed.”

You barely pass over the threshold and discard your bag and shoes before Hoseok slings you over his shoulder, kicking the door to your shared apartment shut with a frame-rattling bang. You yelp in surprise and clutch at the back of his shirt as he carries you straight into the bedroom, depositing you unceremoniously on the bed. You bounce on the mattress, sitting up and brushing your hair out of your face. He towers over you with his arms crossed, the glint back in his eye and a dark smirk plastered on his face.

“Now that I have the chance to ask,” he begins, eyeing you down, “what the hell was that?”

You let out a loud scoff and cross your arms and legs, half-mirroring his stance. “I don’t think you have the right to ask that question,” you shoot back.

He shrugs. “I was just returning the favor.”

“By dry humping me in front of all of our friends?” You ask through an incredulous laugh.

“I was just dancing.”

“Oh please.” You roll your eyes and lean back on your hands. “That’s your favorite way to fuck me.”

Hoseok throws his head back and laughs loudly. “Maybe…” He drops his arms and steps forward, running his hands over your thighs. “But they don’t know that.”

You roll your eyes again, even as your core twitches involuntarily at his touch. “I’m sure they do now,” you grumble under your breath.

He chuckles, gently uncrossing your legs and leaning down so his lips graze yours. “Good,” he mutters before crashing forward and pushing you into the mattress.

You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, making you sigh and briefly debate whether or not to challenge him. A quick test of the waters and a sharp nip to your lip later, you let out a soft whimper, lowering your guard and allowing him to take complete control.

His mouth trails across your jaw and down to your neck, taking your skin between his teeth. A moan slips out when his hand dips beneath your shirt, cool fingers sending shivers down your spine. Pushing the fabric over your ribs, he dives down and leaves open mouthed kisses across your stomach, dipping his tongue into your navel before dragging it up the center of your torso. Pulling back, he yanks his shirt off, and you gaze up at him with hooded eyes, biting your lip as you raked them over his lean form.

Smirking, he reaches out and nearly rips your shirt off your body before making quick work of your sports bra, swearing only slightly when the tight fabric catches around your arms.

“Smooth,” you comment with an airy laugh as he tosses it to the side.

“Fucking hate those,” he growls, descending on your lips once again to suck the air out of your lungs.

His hand trails over your skin, and you whimper when he runs a fingertip softly over your nipple, breaking away from him with a moan. Endless nights of exploration have enlightened him to the ways your body responds to his touch, and by far his favorite is the way you completely lose control at the lightest and most gentle caresses to your chest.

“Hobi,” you sigh, feeling the heat pool between your legs as he rolls your nipple slowly between his thumb and forefinger.

He hums and kisses his way down your sternum, peppering the flesh of your breasts with flicks of his tongue and soft nips of his teeth. Your back arches when he closes his mouth over a sensitive bud, tongue moving in mind numbing circles, his hand never leaving your other breast.

Desire burns in your core, and you rub your legs together, hissing as your shorts tug against your arousal. You let out a needy moan and give his shoulder a light push, trying to get the message across.

His chuckle against your chest makes you bite your lip. “Alright, alright,” he chides, pressing a soft kiss to each of your nipples before locking eyes with you and dragging his tongue down your body to the hem of your shorts.

Your breath hitches as he runs his fingers over the ticklish space just below your stomach. Eyelids fluttering, you watch him grip your shorts and tug them, along with your underwear, off your hips.

Staring between your legs, he bites his lip and runs a finger between your soaked folds, making you whimper.

“Damn, babygirl,” he mutters, licking your slick off his digit. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You kick him in the arm none-too-lightly with the side of your foot, and he grins as he dives in, dragging his tongue up the length of your slit. He swallows down your arousal and gives your clit a harsh suck before pulling back in time to watch you let out a moan that twists your face in a way that makes his dick twitch noticeably in his sweats.

Licking his lips, he gazes down at you, holding you steady under the heat of his eyes. Then something registers in his face, and he suddenly pulls you up and off the bed. You shoot him a curious look as he takes your place with his head towards the foot of the bed.

“C’mere,” he says, motioning at you lazily with two fingers.

You comply and allow him to manhandle your legs until you are straddling his stomach. His hands run up your thighs, thumbs massaging circles into the junctures of your hips, before one hand grazes over your stomach, up to your chest, then back down. You yelp when he presses into your clit without warning, rubbing slow circles that have you rocking your hips against his abs as you brace yourself on his chest in a way that pushes your breasts together obscenely.

“Damn, what a view,” he remarks, and you can’t hide your flush at his downright predatory grin. With a slight cock of his head, his smile grows wider. “Look up, babygirl.”

You gasp audibly when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror that stretches the length of the bedroom wall, hair mussed, cheeks pink, and eyes hazy with need. He chuckles at your reaction and nudges you up his body until you are hovering over his face. With a touch of uncertainty, you glance down at him, but he just strokes your thigh soothingly.

“Don’t look so stressed. I got it.”

“But Hobi–“

“Just keep yourself up,” he cuts in, a slight edge to his voice.

You swallow and nod, resting your hands backwards on your waist as he shifts your thighs further apart until his nose is touching just above your slit. His breath on your wetness makes you shudder, and you aren’t prepared for the way he darts his tongue into your entrance, gathering your arousal before swiping his way up to your clit and circling it with your juices.

Your stomach clenches and you almost fall forward off the edge of the bed. You have to fight to stay upright as he repeats his actions twice more, leaving you a moaning mess above him.

“Goddamn, you taste so fucking good,” he groans, moving his hands to your ass and massaging the flesh.

You whimper, hands dropping to curl in his hair. His tongue slips over your lips and he nibbles on the flesh, making you keen. It’s almost painful the way he flicks between your folds, dipping into your entrance and kissing everywhere except where you need him. When his fingers come up to spread you so he can drag his tongue flat over your core only to stop just short of your clit, you cry out.

“Fu-uck, please,” you pant, legs shaking furiously, and you desperately want something in front of you to hold yourself up. “Hobi–“ your breath catches your throat when he slips a finger inside you, curling it at just the right angle to have you dropping down an inch.

Almost immediately he removes his hand and stares up at you with raised eyebrows. You protest at the loss of contact, but he merely pinches the back of your thigh firmly. “You better not suffocate me if you wanna come.”

You look down at him, forcing away your frustration, and nod, catching your lip between your teeth as you shift back up. Fighting away the burn in your legs, you fix your gaze on the apex of your thighs in the mirror. With a hum of approval, he pushes two fingers into your folds, and you let out a cry, flexing your stomach as you force yourself to stay upright.

He pumps his fingers at a rapid pace, drawing your clit into his mouth and sucking relentlessly. Moans fall freely from your lips as the coil of heat deep in your core grows to an unbearable ache.

“Hobi, fuck, I’m gonna–“

But just as you prepare to ride out the waves of your release, he drops his hand, and you tumble backwards down the mountain of pleasure. You gasp in frustration, looking down at him helplessly.

“Why,” you whimper, barely refraining from smacking his head and pulling some of his hair out.

He tilts his head to look at you, fingers tracing your thigh and dragging your wetness over your skin. Without responding, he holds your weakening gaze and presses kiss after kiss to your clit, making you pant through short shocks of pleasure. Core clenching around nothing, you run a quivering hand through your dampening hair as your heart pounds and your thighs scream.

“H-Hobi,” you say, voice audibly shaking.

“Yes, babygirl?” You can feel his breath, hot against your inner thigh.

“I n-need to hold o-onto something,” you breathe, the burn in your legs bordering on nauseating.

“You need it?” He inquires, and you let out a whimper of affirmation. “And I need a new sound system for the studio, but you don’t hear me complaining.”

His retort has you whining in protest, but you are cut off by his tongue once again licking into your folds, and your mind flatlines as you fight against the cry of your muscles. His tongue draws figure eights along your entrance, and you can’t help but rock your hips across his face, whimpering every time his nose brushes near your clit.

“Fuck,” you moan, long and drawn out, when he moves north and abuses your nub with quick flicks, pace increasing and decreasing randomly. The pace of your hips quickens, and you bury your hands in his hair, eyes fixed almost unseeingly on your reflection.

He grunts into your folds, and the vibrations sending your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure builds for a second time. Tightening your grip on his locks, your moans grow louder and more earnest as you chase your high, rutting your core onto his tongue.

But just as you begin to tip, he draws back, and this time you crash down from your almost-climax, slumping forward until you are precariously supporting yourself on the edge of the bed with a shameless whine.

“Hobi!” You wail, shudders wracking your body.

“I’m here,” he shoots back, almost mockingly, but you are too far gone and desperate to attack him with any of the hefty handful of comebacks you have stored away in that special compartment of your brain.

“Look at yourself,” he mutters against your skin, and you force your eyes back on your reflection, taking in how your stomach clenches and your thighs shake around his head. Your eyes look completely gone, and the image makes you dizzy. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this, do you really think I’m just gonna let you come?”

You can only whimper, eyes squeezing shut. “Please, Hobi, please,” you beg, trying to push yourself into his face.

A harsh smack bounces off the walls as his palm comes into contact with your ass, making you cry out loudly. “Nuh-uh,” he growls, gripping your flesh, “Stay. Up.”

Gathering yourself, you try to steady your breathing. “Hobi…”

“Hm?” His tongue licks a stripe over one of your outer lips, and your head spins.

“Hobi, I s-swear to god, I really will suffocate you i-if you don’t let me h-hold onto something.”

You feel his huff of silent laughter against your clit. “Are you threatening me?”

“I’m warning you–“ you break off with a cry as he latches onto the sensitive nub and sends stars across your vision.

Your thighs begin to give out as you grind your hips into his tongue, one hand tangling in your hair, the other grasping at your breasts, desperate to hold onto something, anything. As his tongue continues its onslaught, your stomach tightens. Your breath catches in your throat as you lose control, letting your full weight fall on his face as you chase your high.

Another sharp slap lands against your hip, ripping you from your haze as the pressure disappears, and you sob as the pleasure ebbs to a dull throb, core clenching violently. You quickly shift to the side when he gives you another smack, revealing his highly unamused expression boring into you as he catches his breath.

Equally winded, you fall against the sheets with a broken moan, legs screaming in painful relief. “I warned you.”

In a split second, his sweats and briefs are on the floor. You whimper as he yanks you back onto quivering knees and spins you to face the mirror, forcing your chin up so you can see him hovering behind you. His tongue runs up the side of your neck until he is sucking at the spot behind your ear, making you keen. Taking your lobe into his mouth, he rolls the flesh between his teeth.

“You really want to come that bad?” His grip on your hip tightens.

“Please,” you moan out, fingers bent around his forearm, thighs shaking. There is no way you will be able to keep yourself upright.

He chuckles into your ear, smoothing his palm over your quivering thighs. “I got you,” he whispers before hooking his arm firmly around your waist, supporting you.

Dropping his hand from your chin, he reaches down to dip into your entrance, feeling your wetness between his fingers. He lets out a groan, and you are suddenly aware of his hardened cock pressing into your ass. Normally, you would have given your hips an experimental wiggle, but the cloud in your mind is heavy, and your limbs are too strung out to do anything but submit. Instead, you let your head fall forward, panting as he drags his finger between your folds, circling your clit lightly.

But then his hand is gone, and you cry out. “Fuck. You. Hoseok,” you sob, flinging your head back and digging it into his shoulder, doing your best to glare at his reflection.

“That’s more like it,” he hums, before latching onto your neck and sucking a hickey into the soft skin. His hand dives back down, barely grazing your clit before plunging two fingers into your wetness.

You clench around the digits, moaning when he curls them into your walls. The arm around your waist shifts, and you feel pressure on your nipple as he rolls the bud gently between his fingertips the way you liked it, the way that has your breath leaving you in needy whimpers. The sensation is intense, but it is not enough, and you whine.

“Hm? What is it? What do you want?” His voice is low, taunting.

You can’t formulate a response, eyes rolling back as he removes his fingers to rub tight circles over your clit. A loud moan fills the room as you buck your hips into his hand.

“You want my cock, babygirl?” He breathes, nuzzling into your ear. “Want me to finally fuck you?”

You nod violently against his shoulder, digging your nails into his arm.

“Please.”

With a growl, he grips your hips and guides you down onto his cock in one swift motion, groaning into your ear when his hips meet your ass. The sound you let out is a mixture of satisfaction and discomfort as he stretches you, and you clench around him, making him hiss.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, and you can feel him swallow as he nuzzles into your neck.

“Hobi…” Your voice is ragged, and you meet his eyes in the mirror so he can see the unfiltered need in your own, mustering just enough coherency to push your hips back against his.

He draws back in response before snapping forward roughly, and you let out a long, drawn out moan as he starts a relentless pace. The arm around your waist tightens so he can bounce you on his cock, while his other hand roams your body, slipping over your curves.

“Shit, Hobi,” you gasp and reach up to thread your fingers in his hair, eliciting a pleasured groan from his lips as they find purchase on your shoulder.

Your eyes glaze over as you watch the scene in the mirror, barely recognizing the flushed and completely fucked out person staring back at you. Hair plastered to your forehead, crimson marks painting your neck and shoulders, body trembling from the force of Hoseok’s thrusts, you can only gaze at the image and whimper loudly, eyes inevitably falling shut.

For what feels like the millionth time, the pleasure begins to peak, and your voice cracks with the telltale sign that you are close, his grunts in your ear spurring you on.

“You close?” He growls.

“Yes,” you choke out, tightening your grip in his hair. But then his hips slow a fraction, and your eyes snap open. “No, fuck, god, please, don’t stop, I’m going to kill you,” you sob, voice broken and slurred, your entire body vibrating with the need to find your release.

Grunting, he suddenly pushes you forward until your ear is against the mattress. With your ass in the air, he resumes his punishing pace, his hand traveling up your back to find purchase in your hair and press your head further into the sheets.

The fabric muffles your cries as the new angle allows him to hit the sensitive spot within you, each thrust leaving you breathless and begging as your nails dig into your palms.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as your cheek ruts against the mattress.

Hoseok growls above you, landing a sharp, but not painful, slap on your ass. “Words, babygirl,” he pants, voice low and gravelly.

You can barely form a coherent thought, but you manage to force the words out of your ruined lips. “Please,” you breathe, “please make me come.”

“Good girl.”

You barely registered the pleased smirk on his face in the mirror before his hand is snaking around you and locating your clit.

It is barely ten seconds before you are crashing headlong into your orgasm, convulsing around his cock with a broken moan. The pleasure blinds you, flooding your limbs, and you clutch at the sheet, knuckles white and legs shaking violently. He continues to thrust into you as your body goes limp, chasing his own high, and you sob at the stimulation, prompting him to pull out and finish himself on your back with a strangled groan. You whimper as his release hits your skin, a shiver running up your spine.

Stars dance behind your closed lids as you try to catch your breath, too spent to even pull your legs out from under yourself, though they scream at you. But you feel a palm run soothingly over the side of your thigh, and you let Hoseok stretch you out until you are flat on your stomach, relief surging through your muscles.

“Thank you,” you whisper, and you feel his lips press into to the back of your thigh before his weight lifts off the bed.

You are slowly slipping into unconsciousness when a damp cloth runs over your back. Opening your eyes, you see Hoseok toss the cloth into the hamper before returning to help you roll onto your back. He fixes you with a smile and falls with a thud next to you, shifting so he can hover and press several kisses to your lips. You sigh, wanting to reach up and touch his face, but your arms refuse to cooperate.

“You ok?” He inquires, cradling you against him, trailing a hand up and down your limp arm.

You exhale heavily, eyes flitting shut. “I can’t move.”

He smirks against your shoulder. “I’m sorry…I warned you,” he murmurs, and you roll your eyes behind closed lids.

“Shut up,” you retort, mind slowly starting to clear. Opening your eyes, you come face to face with his huge, cheeky grin, and you can’t fight the weak “fuck you” that leaves your lips. But that just makes his smile grow, and he captures your lips once more before moving to locate his briefs.

“Are you hungry?” He asks, pulling the fabric up his honeyed thighs, and even though you are completely spent, the image still sends a jolt between your legs.

“Not gonna lie, Hobi, I’m not much of anything right now,” you reply in complete deadpan, and he laughs loudly.

“Well, I’m hungry. Do you want me to stay with you?” His question comes with a serious crinkle of his forehead, and you manage to shake your head.

“No, do what you want,” you mutter, closing your eyes once again. You really just want to sleep, even if you knock out completely exposed on top of the comforter.

“Ok.” Hoseok chuckles. “Find me when you can move again?”

You hum, peeking at him through your heavy lids.

His smile paints his face once again, and he pulls his sweats on before bending to cradle your face between his palms, pressing gentle kisses across your face until he reaches your lips, lingering there for a long moment.

“I love you,” he whispers against your mouth, and your own smile tugs at your eyes.

“I love you, too,” you whisper back, and you swear he radiates sunshine as he pecks your forehead and prances out of the room.

A split second later, you hear him belting out a terrible rendition of something you’re sure is a Top 40s track you didn’t recognize as he shuffles around the kitchen.

Letting his chirping voice wash over your lead-like body, you stare up at the ceiling with a weak incredulity, forever unable to process how the man-child outside the room is the same man who can leave you wrecked and unable to move on your own bed.

It is truly the contradiction of the century.

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nutellaxyworld · 3 years

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Baby Blue;

Para a minha mais bela musa, com amor, vante!

capas feitas para o projeto de Vhope, InfinityUniverse.

em caso de inspiração, deixe os créditos.

#capa de fanfic #Jung HoSeok #kim taehyung #vhope #capa clean #capa dark #kpop edits #capas #fanfic #fanficion #bts fic #designer

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sopeylove · 7 years

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Sope Fic Recs Pt. 2

My descriptions are still crappy but here are even more yoonseok fanfics cus I promised a part 2 so here it is ; v ;

I Love(d) You by jungcooks - T, 1.4K

yoongi and hoseok in an unhealthy relationship god this hurts </3

Cold to the Touch, but You’ll Keep Me Warm by @cinnamon-chim - T, 2K

domestic yoonseok go ice-skating (T ^ T) i’ll never be over this

The Shadow by Tei_Chan - T, 2.6K

this was so sad to read and very accurate to reality it hurts

blueberry cream cheese pancakes and bagels and coffee (no creamer, no sugar) by bangtanbubble (bubbliegumm) - M, 4.3k

they’re fwb and it hurts,, enjoy

kairos by sunriseyoongi - M, 5K

the writing is so unbelievably good like wow (open ending?)

Waiting Game by infireation - M, 6.2K

hoseok falls for the guy he’s sleeping with

nothing lasts forever (but we have all the time in the world) by @antiwhte - G, 6.3K

loosely based on goblin AND ITS SO GOOD (mcd?)

Love Paint by FUKO - NR, 6.5K

IM A SUCKER FOR ARTIST!YOONGI FICS AAAHHD SO MUCH FLUFF (not rated but I would say G)

Still Water by cest_what - T, 9K

THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD ISTG I GOT CHILLS READING THIS basically the ghost hunter au i never knew i was craving

forgive me by CaptainButts - M, 11.1K

hoseok is an ikea worker and yoongi is the resident napper at the store

i do talk, but only for you by @mysoulrunswithwolves - M, 16.1K

soulmate au where your soulmate’s first words are tattooed on your wrist,,, yoongis wrist is bare,,, i wept

Our Love Came With An Expiration Date by illusorycorrelation - T, 16.6K

AAAAAAAAAAAADFJBVDI I THINK ABOUT THIS EVERYDAY OF MY POOR EXISTENCE THIS IS SO GOOD BCISDVBSIJDVN so basically hoseok wakes up in bed with a stranger that calls him “babe” ,,, that stranger is yoongi,, they’ve been dating for the past 3 years,,,,,,,

A Thousand Hours by @the-n3w-beautiful - M, 17.4K

i read this literally a billion years ago and only found it again now ;v; time traveler yoongi (im sure everyone read this one already but i love it so much)

come on star boy, we can shine together by bulletsfrank - T, 17.5K

i forgot to add this fic to my older list THIS IS GOLD i swear to god i read this like 5 billion times mute!yoongi and hoseok swears he saw him in his dreams

someone’s hand opens; i hold it, it begins to rain by squeen - M, 17.8K

the writing is so, so beautiful and the emotions oh god this is so great t r u s t m e

Bloom (The World is Waiting) by sojungs (forjimin) - M, 18.7K

yoongi works in a record store and hoseok is angelic

let’s stand under the rain (and catch flower petals together) by Ann1215 - T, 25.3K

elemental yoongi and it rains whenever he’s happy it’s sooooooo well written

birdsongs (these coal hearts) by @brightjoon - M, 27.7K

FUCKING HELL STILL NOT OVER THIS PACIFIC RIM AU GUYS READ THIS IT SO FUCKING GOOD WTF

The Boys of Erinn by hoseoky (LyricalPary) - E, 54.6K

AAAAAAAAAAAA so hoseok meets this gamer on an mmorpg AND ITS SO SOFT AND CUTE AND SO WELL WRITTEN AND FUNNY AND CUTE CUTE CUTTTEEE <3333

Love Defined by hoseoky (LyricalPary) - M, 62K

i read this overnight and cried like a baby this is perfect,, basically sope through the years and being best friends but wanting to be something more than that ;;

if u missed part 1 ; v ;

#sope #yoonseok #sope fic recs #sope fics #sope fanfics #yoonseok fics #yoonseok fanfics #HELP ME SPREAD LOVE TO THESE AMAZING AUTHORS #all the fics are tagged properly and have a way better summary than what i did lol #shout out to my best friend who has stuck thro with me crying thro most of these fics #yoongi #hoseok #fics #fanfics #fic recs #fanficion

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jos-corner-of-the-world · 7 years

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Wonho - Overwatch

“Guys! GUYS!” Wonho said, running into the living room.

“What?!” Kihyun asked, jumping a little from his spot on the couch.

“The Overwatch tournament is on!” Wonho said, grabbing for the remote.

“Okay, and? You’re the only one here right now that wants to watch it so watch it in your room.” Hyungwon said, not letting go of the remote.

Not wanting to miss anything, Wonho ran to his room and fired up his laptop.

Opening the Twitch website, Wonho smiled at seeing the tournament as the featured stream.

Wonho has liked Overwatched since it’s release last year. After competitive teams started surfacing, he started watching different ones to find a favorite.

One stuck out to him more than anyone, if for the name only, at first.

“Alright, we’re a few minutes away from starting the best of five finals between fan favorite Lunatic Hai, and underdog Monster eX. MX comes as somewhat of a Cinderella story in this. Barely beating out every one of their previous competitors to make the playoffs. Then showed tremendous team work in the playoffs, sweeping their series to make it into the grand finals. Monster eX also has the only female competitive player from this series so far. Y/N is the team captain, having founded the team only weeks after the release of the game last May.”

As soon as the camera left the announcer, your face popped up. Your team was on the stage behind all of your designated computers, and the camera man happened to be on you at the moment. You smiled and gave out a few peace signs before winking cutely to the camera before it panned away.

Wonho felt the fanboy in him rejoice.

He smiled to himself, feeling proud of you, even though he had never met you in person.

Is this what our fans feel for us when they see us? He asked himself.

He grabbed his phone and sent out a tweet from his personal account.

“Currently watching OW tournament. I know who I’m rooting for, how about all of you? MX fighting!”

He set his phone down on the table and turned his full attention back to his computer.

The first two maps were dominated by Lunatic Hai. Wonho had never felt so intensely about a video game, as he did when he was watching you play.

He kept going back to his phone, tweeting out words of encouragement to your team.

Some of the guys came and went as they watched it with him, but Wonho was glued to his computer.

He was getting more and more excited as the time went on.

The third map could have been the last one, but Monster eX came back from behind to win it.

The fourth map was dominated by Monster eX and before Wonho realized it, they were on to the final map that would decide it all.

Wonho had put his laptop on his desk and was pacing around his room, unable to contain all of his emotions.

“You’ve got it bad” Changkyun said, walking into the bedroom.

“What?” Wonho asked, not tearing his eyes from the screen.

“What are the chances that you meet her?” Changkyun asked him, watching him pace.

“This isn’t about y/n. This is such an intense final, you have no idea.” Wonho responded.

“Yeah, and why are you watching it at all?”

“Because of yn of course.” Wonho said, before realizing he’d finally admitted it. He’d never actually said why he started watching Overwatch so much, but they all kind of guessed.

“Whoomp, there it is.” Changkyun said, laughing as he walked back out the door.

Wonho was jumping up and down in his room, excited for grand finals outcome.

“Holy shit! That was so good!” Wonho yelled into his empty room. His attention was drawn back to his computer at the sound of them announcing the trophy ceremony.

“Well, we’re here with MX and Y/n. How did you guys come back from 0-2 to win the finals?” the announcer asked.

“Great teamwork. It sounds cliche, but without communication, your team isn’t going to accomplish anything. I prefer to play tank with Winston, but Lunatic Hai is such an amazing team that I knew for the last 3 maps I needed to play support instead, because they’re really dominant and get kills easily. So I switched to Mercy and that was kind of a turning point.” you said, smiling widely at the trophy.

“Coming into this tournament, you guys were pretty much unknown in the competitive world. You have been playing as a team since launch, but this is your first time doing a tournament, how do you feel about getting that win?”

“It feels great. We wanted to be solid as a team before entering into tournaments. We thought, the more experience we had under our belt, the farther we would go. I think it was the best decision for us a team to wait. I can’t thank the team enough for all the hard work we’ve all put in and how much of my crap they’ve had to deal with.” you said.

“Alright, last question. Is there any meaning behind the name of your team?”

Wonho’s interest was peaked tenfold. He knew it was more than likely just a coincidence that your name was Monster eX, but now he really wanted to know.

“Do you want the real story..or the story the guys came up with?” you asked, smirking at the rest of your team.

“Oh, this should be good...what’s the real story?”

“Oh, that’s simple. I’m a huge Monsta X fan.” you said shamelessly.

Wonho’s mind was blank. There was no way that he had heard correctly.

“You’re talking megastar group Monsta X?” The announcer clarified.

“Absolutely. When I first got the team together, I already had the name in place. I thought it was just going to be a fun way to pass time, but then we started gaining popularity on streaming sites and in the game. By that time, it was too late to change the name. Sorry guys.” Wonho watched you turn to the rest of the team, giving them a huge smile.

Wonho wasn’t sure what he was feeling. It was a mix between joy, and for some reason, anxiety. He had been following your team for a year, and now he knew that you were just as much of a fan of his as he was of you.

“Funny you should say that, we’ve been following twitter feeds on the tournament and Monsta X’s Wonho seems to be a fan of your team.” the announcer said.

“No shit?!” you said, before realizing you’d swore. “Sorry.” you said, not sounding sorry in the slightest.

Wonho laughed lightly to himself as he continued to stare at the computer screen.

“There are multiple tweets from him...such as...MX fighting...You guys got this...and lastly, that’s the best ending to a tournament I’ve ever seen, y/n as Mercy is the way to go!”

“I honestly don’t know what to say to that. It’s both exciting and slightly embarrassing to know that. Because now he knows I’m a fan of his also. So, um, just gotta say..MX FIGHTING!” you said, pumping your fist in the air.

Wonho watched you on his computer screen in a state of awe.

“Y/n, your fangirl is showing” one of your teammates said.

“I don’t care. This is the best day of my life.”

Mine too Wonho thought to himself.

“We did a little research and found out that Wonho is also a fan of Overwatch. He’s said in many interviews that he likes playing in his spare time.” the announcer said.

“Yeah, I’d heard that. If you’re watching Wonho, hit me up sometime. I’d love to challenge you to a 1v1 mystery duel!” you said, knowing it was probably a long shot.

“Oh, we have a challenge. Can’t wait to see if anything comes of this. Once again, congratulations to Monster eX on their first tournament victory!!”

The stream had cut away from the team and back to the announcers, but Wonho didn’t notice. He was too busy looking up the contact information for your organization. He was never one to turn down a challenge.

Part 2

#wonho #hoseok #monsta x #mx #scenario #fic #request #prompt #monsta x scneario #overwatch fic #joy-bangtan #Wonho scenario #wonho fic #fanficion #changkyun #hyungwon

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bang-me-bangtan-style · 4 years

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Archive

OLD FANFICS AND ONE SHOTS RESIDE HERE.

My 2013-2020 fanficion

This is a masterlist of old fanfiction I’ve wrote through the years. From when I first started writing at sixteen with FORBIDDEN ALL THE WAY TO 2020. It’s 2021 and I feel like I want to start new and fresh. So I took all my masterlist and put it as an archive. My new masterlist is empty. Will be Comming soon.

Don’t fret, I still may continture some of the series below. but for now all this work is going to remain in the archive unless i change my mind.

✔ - Completed || ••• - Ongoing || ✖ - On Hold -everything for now is discontinued

BTS

Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Series:

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) corrupted | bangtan smut series | JIN,bts | 2.4k words

Min Yoongi

Series:

Oneshots:

(SCENARIO) 01 the creator | you don’t own me series | YOONGI,bts

Smut:

(SMUT) 02 SUGA - 불타오르네 |bangtan smut series | SUGA, bts | 1.5k word

Jung Hoseok

Series:

(MINI SERIES ) forced break up | JHOPE, bts | 2 chapters | 1 , 2 | When Yoongi is your brother nobody wants to mess with you. no, not when Yoongi had set them all straight not to touch his little sister. Jhope is Yoongi’s best friend and Yoongis threats doesn’t scare him. What happens when Jhope goes behind Yoongi’s back to fuck his little sister. That sister being you.

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) 03 we on | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JHOPE,bts | 1.6k words

Kim Taehyung

Series:

✖ (FANFICTION) Updated Jan 14, 2019 | the temptation | TAEHYUNG, bts | With 2 chapter (s) | 4316 words | ON HIATUS | SUMMARY- Church. School. Work. Home. Home.work. school home. It was a hell of routine. But it was old. It was getting way too old. This pure innocent life was just a facade nowadays. Your mind had fell into the fifth circle of hell. And your boyfriend jungkook realized this. Especially after you cheated on him with the person he hated the most. Taehyung. And now according to him you would burn in hell for it. How long could you keep your legs closed after reviving oral sex from taehyung? Could you keep the rest of your innocence or did you really want to burn in hell like jungkook said you would?

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) 04 treat you better | bangtan smut series | TAEHYUNG, bts | 3.4k words

Park Jimin

Series:

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) 01 caught in a lie | bangtan smut series | JIMIN,bts

(SMUT) three is a charm | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JIMIN,bts | 4.4k words

Jung Jungkook

Series:

✖(FANFIC) Updated june 23, 2018 || (FANFIC) UNKNOWN || JUNGKOOK, bts || With 2 chapter(s) || 2,586 words || ON HIATUS|| SUMMARY- what if the famous front man of bangtan accidentally texts the wrong number thinking your his cheating girlfriend only it’s really you?

••• ⭐️ (FANFIC) Updated May 12, 2020 | THE CREATION | with 2 chapters | words | ONGOING | SUMMARY- Your mom Jeon Yoona was one of the greatest scientist of her time. She created a man made male fetus called Project 1997 (later known as Jeon Jungkook) in the GIO lab that resided in Busan,South Korea in 1997. Jeon went down in the hall of fame creating what was said to be the most difficult project of the decade. in 2002 Jeon Yoona died from cancer leaving you behind. This was also around the time when PROJECT 1997 (Jeon Jungkook) started having complications and had became very ill. Because of this the GIO lab wanted project 1997 to be destroyed because they couldn’t figure out what w as wrong and why he was defective. After being saved by Yoonas colleague- project 1997 (Jeon Jungkook) had fell into Your hands and you from then on raised him like a son. But you didn’t know that pretending to be PROJECT 1997’s (jungkooks) mom would be so hard, him angry, moody and bitchy all the time because all his friends wanted to do was fuck you. And maybe he wanted to fuck you too!

Oneshots:

(SCENARIO) 01 Jungkook | bangtan scenario series | JUNGKOOK, bts

(DRABBLE) mate killer | JUNGKOOK, bts

Smut:

(SMUT) 03 we on | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JHOPE,bts | 1.6k words

(SMUT) three is a charm | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JIMIN,bts | 4.4k words

(SMUT) 07 you’re mine | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK,bts

세븐틴 | SEVENTEEN (SVT)

Dino

Vernon

S.coups

Wonwoo

Mingyu

Seungkwan

Joshua

Woozi

Jeonghyun

The8

Hoshi

Jun

엔시티 | NEO CULTURE TECHNOLOGY (NCT)

(some members of nct is still under age, will not write any smut for underage 19+ and under nct members)

Taeyong

(SMUT) the dirty secret | nct smut series | TAEYONG,nct (4.5k words)

taeil

johnny

yuta

kun

doyoung

ten

(SMUT) the dirty secret | nct smut series | TAEYONG,nct (4.5k words)

jaehyun

winwin

jungwoo

lucas

mark

renjun

jeno

haechan

jaemin

chenle

jisung

갓세븐 | GOT7

Yugyeom

⭐️ (SMUT) lust of denial | got7 smuts | YUGYEOM,got7

Jackson

Jaebum

Jinyoung

Youngjae

BamBam

Mark

(SMUT) ewwww | got 7 smuts | MARK,got7

에스에프나인 | SENSATIONAL FEELING NINE (SF9)

Rowoon

Jaeyoon

Taeyang

Hwiyoung

(SMUT) guilty pleasures | sf9 smuts | HWIYOUNG,sf9 | 2.1k words

Dawon

Chani

Inseong

Youngbin

zuho

엑소 | EXO

Chanyeol

⭐️ (SMUT)breaking boundaries | exo smuts | CHANYEOL, exo

Suho

Xuimin

(SMUT) 01 | you’re mine | exo smuts | XIUMIN,exo

Chen

Kai

✖ Updated Apr 4, 2018 (FANFIC)degraded | KAI, exo | 8,806 words | |With 4 chapters | ON hold| In hopes of getting rid of Kim Jongin for ruining your life further after your friends with benefits disaster and your violent meltdown, you finally get him to agree to leave you alone for good give you some space…. you get a month of quiet. till one day he shows up at the same convenience store as you. from there he follows you home and fucks the shit out of you claiming you to be his again. Even with a girlfriend still on his arm your his play-toy again.Its all just a vicious never ending down spiraling cycle. He would never leave you alone. not until he calls it quits.what do you do when Kim Jongin won’t leave you alone? degrading you until you disappear? welcome to degraded.

D.O

Lay

Baekhyun

⭐️ (MINI FANFIC) drunk bitch | exo smuts | BAEKHYUN,exo | 1 chapter | what if you got drunk and didn’t realize what you were doing? Baekhyun being your victim.

⭐️ (SMUT) human mate | exo smuts | BAEKHYUN,exo

(SMUT) forced | exo smuts | BAEKHYUN,exo

Sehun

✖ discontinued | LISTEN I wrote this fanfic when I was like 16 ish or 17 it was my very first fanfic and it was a FORBIDDEN mess I’m now about to be 26 and cringe so fucking hard at what my 16 year old self was up in here doing, mom should have beat my a** 🥊 anyways I still have this on the internet to show where I came from it’s been what 8 almost 9 years since I wrote this sicko book, which btw way was requested I remember exo-Ls back in the day were.... anways if you read spare me I was young 😂😂😂 (FANFIC) forbidden | |15 chapters | SEHUN, exo | 57,146 words | ON HIATUS| Sehun is your twin.You’re his twin sister.You love him, More than you should.You push him away.He pulls back.You hate him he hates you back.You’re strangers, and he knows that.He misses you.You miss him back, but a question?Does he love you like you love him?

(SCENARIO) chanyeol’s noona | exo smuts | SEHUN,exo

빅뱅 | BIGBANG

G-dragon

(SMUT) mean because I like you | GDRAGON,bigbang

(SCENARIO) how to tame a dragon | GDRAGON, bigbang

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hope-the-myope · 5 years

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Helium - Fusion

Part I of IV of a BTS Fanfiction - February 2018

I wrote this two years ago - it’s the only fanficion I’ve completed yet, since I’m focusing more on original content. I have learned a lot since I wrote this, but I thought I would post it here anyway, since I don’t have any writing up yet!

Read Part I on Twitter or Wattpad or down below!

* * * * * * * *

It was his first time away from home.

Hoseok cradled his only bag in his lap, waiting for the moving truck to veer around the corner at any moment. He'd caught the train early that morning to his new flat, leaving his parents' empty home, while Mr. and Mrs. Jung were off relaxing on an ill-timed vacation to the Americas. Hoseok had to assure them he didn't mind moving in alone. Of course, it had been difficult for him to lie like that.

And now he sat on the damp bench, in the cold morning air, waiting for any sign of life in those eerie morning hours, any bird or horn or headlight to let him know he wasn't totally alone.

His prayers were answered within mere moments as a hazy silhouette rounded the corner. Through the screen of fog, Hoseok could only make out a few features, a leg here, an arm there, but he knew it was somebody. And that was just enough.

"Good morning!" he called down the street, hoping the figure was still headed his way.

Only silence echoed back to Hoseok's desperate ears. Perhaps his eyes were deceiving him. No one would be out this early in the morning. Not even the apartments' reception desk was open at such ridiculous hours.

But with a few more strides, a blonde boy split through the haze and nearly ran head-first into Hoseok, who pardoned himself immediately. "Oops, excuse me there! Didn't expect you to come so close!"

The stranger cocked his head to the side and, with one eyebrow lifted and his face scrunched in confusion, tugged one headphone out of his ear. "Hm?"

"I-I'm just sorry for being in the way. I didn't mean to -- Hey, you look just about my age!" The shorter, boxier boy standing before him paused, studied Hoseok, then nodded, agreeing on their commonality. "Do you go to the university on the east side, too?"

"Oh... no. I mean -- I used to, but tuition got to be too much. Cash doesn't come too easily, you know?"

Hoseok felt a bit of guilt bubble up as he thought about tuition. His parents were paying for all of his schooling, yet Hoseok had a newfound sense of independence just taking on the monthly rent for this new apartment. And here was a real drop-out, completely self-reliant, who didn't have his mommy and daddy watching over him, ready to refill his bank accounts when times got hard.

Independence was going to be a bit more toilsome than first expected.

"So do you live nearby then?" Hoseok asked, knowing it was just wishful thinking that he would meet his new neighbors so soon.

Yoongi pulled a face, like he'd caught of whiff of the sewers, and answered, "God, no. I can't afford this neighborhood. I'm at least a dozen blocks west of here."

"Oh." Hoseok twisted the strap of his bag with one hand and reluctantly stuck out the other to shake. "Well, I'm Jung Hoseok. Just moving in today."

"Min Yoongi," the other boy said, slipping out his second earpiece, dropping both down the front of his shirt, and returning a limp handshake before the bright headlights of a moving truck stretched around the street corner.

* * * * * * * *

"Thanks for helping me unpack, Yoongi."

"No problem."

Hoseok rubbed his hands together, gazing blissfully at the floral wallpaper that hugged every wall of his new home and sat queerly behind the checkered blankets and dark towels he'd brought from home. It appeared to clash only at first glance; the discord made the apartment cozier, he soon realized.

Hoseok finally took a seat on the dusty couch and asked, "Do you have anything to do later?"

Yoongi shrugged, eyes fixed on the cartoons blaring across the old box television.

Hoseok continued anyway, "Would you mind showing me around town, maybe? Of course, you don't have to. I just thought it would be nice." Yoongi tipped his head back and scrutinized the ceiling, lips sealed. "You really don't have to if you don't want--"

"The park is just a couple blocks away."

"Oh, really?" Hoseok gleamed. "Should we go now?"

"Sure." Yoongi grabbed his jacket from the coat hook and waited patiently at the door while Hoseok bustled around his home, frantically searching for his walking shoes.

"I'm sorry. I wore my good shoes on the train this morning and wasn't thinking about this," he tried to explain.

"Take your time," Yoongi waved on.

A quarter hour passed before Hoseok finally caught some sneakers in the kitchen closet. Yoongi brushed off the delay without a second thought, and they headed out. Hoseok closed the door behind him, but not before Yoongi reminded him to grab the set keys from inside. "Of course, of course. I'm not used to living alone yet, it seems."

Yoongi only smiled, amused.

* * * * * * * *

Side-by-side they sat on the park bench, watching children and mothers and pigeons pass by.

Once, then twice, they saw dogs waddling past, paws trotting and tongues lolling. Hoseok would squeal excitedly when they got within arm's reach. He pet both dogs while Yoongi sat beside him and quietly nodded at their owners, tucking his hands into his coat pockets.

Hoseok sat back down after the second one left. "Don't you like dogs, Yoongi?"

"Some of them."

"Why only some? Which ones don't you like?"

"I like my dog. And I like a few others. Only dogs I know."

"But that's such a limited amount of dogs!" Hoseok giggled.

Exasperation peeked from his voice when Yoongi spoke again. "But when you try to pet ones you don't know, you have to ask and speak up and all sorts of business I'm not interested in. I'd rather just pet my own dog."

Startled, Hoseok twisted his neck to inspect his friend, who was hunched over and staring strangely at the cement sidewalk. "Are you all right, Yoongi?" Petting dogs was a peculiar thing to turn sour over.

"Hm? Oh, yea. Got a little carried away, didn't I?" He sat back, arms folded behind his head, eyes shut lightly toward the sun.

After a long, cautious pause, Hoseok continued, "But nothing is wrong with the dogs, right?"

"No, no. In theory, I love dogs. But dogs rarely come without people. It's the people I don't like."

And that was a foreign concept to Hoseok. People couldn't be inherently bad. They were nice, just like dogs. He believed he would only ever meet a handful of truly mean people, and even so, he would never dislike them before they really proved their wickedness. Faith and trust in humanity was all Hoseok had ever learned, whereas Yoongi seemed to know different, to know better.

But that shred of doubt wasn't enough to deter Hoseok.

* * * * * * * *

The next morning, an early text buzzed at Hoseok's nightstand. He rolled over and, brushing the dark hair from his eyes, read the message:

"MYG: Hey, wanna check out the mall?"

"This early?" Hoseok grumbled to himself, glancing at the bright red digits of his alarm clock. Six in the morning seemed awfully premature to set up any plans. But he responded anyway and asked for a few hours grace period before they met up anywhere.

Sleep overtook him a second time, and when he woke up once and for all, the clock read "11:00 AM."

Hoseok hurled himself from the sheets and twisted out of his pajamas, slithering into something more appropriate, brushing his hair and teeth somewhere in the process.

He apologized to Yoongi over text, and they met at noon by the park before heading to the mall, since it was a good mid-point between their neighborhoods.

* * * * * * * *

Hoseok laughed and held up a lacey bra to his chest. "Think it'll fit?"

"Not sure. Try it on, maybe?"

"Good idea," Hoseok concurred, nodding seriously as he clipped the garment over his eyes like goggles.

Yoongi couldn't help but laugh and grin that gummy grin Hoseok had grown to know even in their short time together.

They spent most of their trip to the mall in strange stores that wouldn't tempt Hoseok to purchase anything. He explained at the first shop, "I don't have a job yet. If I'm going to be smart about living alone, I can't just buy anything."

And Yoongi agreed.

After a couple hours of wandering between department stores, Yoongi mentioned a nice showroom he'd like to visit just around the bend, and Hoseok obliged, as usual.

As they entered, a tall man behind the far desk greeted Yoongi like an old friend, waving and smiling and asking, "How have you been?"

Yoongi took Hoseok by the wrist and dragged him to one of the two pianos on display. They sat down, and to Hoseok's surprise, Yoongi pressed out a tune so familiar yet so foreign that Hoseok was too absorbed in the melody and a memory; he didn't even realize his friend had been playing that whole song.

When the last note rung out, Hoseok snapped out of his trance to ask, "So you play?"

"Sometimes. I'm a little rusty. I haven't had my own piano since I lived with my mother," Yoongi reminisced. "But I used to come down here during my college years."

"Why did you stop?"

"Oh, some old friends kept me busy."

"Well, that's a shame," Hoseok sighed. "You're still so good, though! And - I'm sorry if this is intrusive, but - you mentioned your mother? If you don't mind me asking, why did you leave her?"

"She didn't want me to go to college."

"She didn't��want you to?"

Yoongi scoffed and gave him a side smile. "Thought it was a waste of money. And boy, was she right. Wasted just about every penny I had. But just because she was right about that doesn't mean I'll go back to that woman."

That woman.

Hoseok shuddered. His own mother had never been anything but kind and giving. His mother kept him fed and clean and supported his every ambition. She sent him to college and paid his tuition, then advised him to find a good neighborhood; she even helped pack his bags before he left. And now she was half a world away.

How he wished her vacation would end. But he knew how much his parents deserved it.

He couldn't imagine despising his parents, those two who had always cared for him and kept him safe.

Yoongi continued, "I guess mom's still doing okay. She lives with my older brother now, and they're both pretty well off. He's an electrician. No university needed. Wish I'd have done that."

He seemed to have a lot of regrets. But he still kept up with his family, and that was enough to reassure Hoseok.

"Well, you seem to be pretty well off, too, out here in the city."

Yoongi lifted his gaze from the black and white keys, staring now into Hoseok's black and white eyes. "Guess I am," and Yoongi smiled, one of those smiles that start from the inside out, that grow from pride instead of humor.

* * * * * * * *

To avoid food court prices, Hoseok and Yoongi found themselves at a deli restaurant down the street, just a block from the park at which they began the day. They sat at the empty table, scanning the big folding menus before them.

"This used to be my favorite place when I went to school on the east-end," Yoongi beamed, thumbing over each entrée description. "They really haven't changed much at all."

"Well, if it ain't broke, don't fix it," the waiter barged in, pen in hand, ready to take orders

Yoongi's neck whipped around as he acknowledged the waiter. His eyes darted back down to the table, a pallid expression overcoming his face.

"I'll have the pork sandwich, please," Hoseok ordered. "And just a water."

He folded up the menu and handed it to their server, then looked over to Yoongi, whose menu was trembling in his hands. A little bead of sweat dripped from his brow.

"What do you want, Yoongi?"

Yoongi didn't move. The waiter cleared his throat and clicked his pen once, becoming impatient as the customer retreated into his own shell.

"Yoongi?" Hoseok's friend folded the menu and handed it to the waiter, never glancing up from the napkin holder between the two customers

"So just the pork sandwich?" the waiter asked.

"Make it two," Hoseok said, then turned to his lunch buddy. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I-I'm fine," Yoongi assured, unfolding his napkin to reveal a set of silverware. When he finally looked up at Hoseok, the latter caught a glimpse of his teary eyes. "I got a little nervous, I think. That doesn't happen normally, not in public."

Trying to comfort him back into normality, Hoseok smiled and agreed and overlooked the tears.

Instead, Hoseok went on and on about how he would have to find a job before he was too deep in the semester. He would start classes that Monday, and he made sure not to leave out any details on which classes he would be attending and exactly what times they began and end.

Yoongi seemed to enjoy the endless rambling. He didn't say much at all the rest of the lunch, but by the time the meal was over, he asked Hoseok to meet him tomorrow at his flat on the west side of town.

Hoseok found a lot at that restaurant: Yoongi's disquietude, good food, and an important application that would give him his first part-time job.

And he went home feeling a whole lot better than he ever would have if he hadn't met that strange boy wandering the streets at those ungodly hours of the morning.

Part II - Deflate, posted tomorrow

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