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Blood, Sweat and Tears part l

Soulmate AU pairing - OT7 x reader , BTS x reader word count - 13.8k+ summary - You are an up and coming author for M-Buzz; Manhattan, New York’s popular and new news source, set with the task of interviewing the globally famous band, BTS. You also have a bit of a glitch in your system. While everyone else has a set of initials and a birth date to signify who their soulmate is, you have a set of 14 letters and 21 numbers, something unheard of and rather stigmatized; and something that confuses you, that is, until you meet the men you’re interviewing. warnings - cussing , eventual smut , MDNI , early writing (literal years ago) pls go gentle on me

Alright, you’d be the first to admit that there were wonderful advantages to the job you’d landed three years ago. You spoke 3 languages fluently, which made you the go-to person for Korean and Japanese interviews with a language barrier. You could meet celebrities that other ordinary American interviewers couldn’t truly connect with on your level, while saving your company a few bucks they’d otherwise spend to book an actual translator.

Other interviews with the bands, actors, and high-profile socialites would be limited to watered-down conversations held with those celebrities and their translators. So, yeah, you’d pretty much been given the highly prestigious press title the moment your employer had seen the “fluently speaks 3 languages” bullet point on your resume.

“KPop and Japanese anime have blown up in America over the past few years!” She’d told you excitedly. “You’d be an amazing addition to our team.”

And so you had started working your ass off immediately. Currently, you have interviews with Hideo Kojima, Hayao Miyazaki, Hajime Isayama, EXO, and BLACKPINK on your belt. You were looked up to in your work environment because of your dedication to the interviewing process. Plus, your income kept you comfortable. You were happy, for the most part. However, at times, you felt complacent.

Sure, your job was amazing. Being able to speak 3 languages alone was a feat in and of itself, but at the end of the day, you felt lacking. Your social life had dwindled, something your family had been worried about since the second month of your working career, and although you thought it a nonissue at first, the loneliness built until it was something you could hardly stand to endure, but it was also inescapable.

You didn’t have the initials and birthdate of your soulmate etched in black ink on your left wrist, as everyone did at birth; instead, you had 14 letters and 28 numbers. The long sequence of characters had earned you confused looks from doctors at your yearly check-ups and a lack of social life. You’d had them memorised by heart.

K.S.M.Y.J.H.K.N.P.J.K.T.J.J The stutter in the last two letters irked you to no end. And the numbers were a complete mind-fuck.

12.4.92.3.9.93.2.18.94.9.12.94.10.13.95.12.30.95.9.1.97. What any of it meant was a fucking mystery to you and everyone around you. You were an enigma.

It wasn’t an existence you were keen on, and you know that it was a huge chunk of your family’s worrying. But you’d accepted long ago that you weren’t going to have a soulmate, that you’d either have to find someone else who was as misfortunate as you, or just settle with being alone save for one-offs and porn. It wasn’t like you weren’t living damn close to those truths now.

You can still vaguely hear your mother chastising you for having such a full schedule. “You’ll never find your soulmate if the only thing you care about is your work,” she’d told you, thinking the overabundance of black on your wrist was a clerical error, and your lesser-than history of romance was a result of you not looking for them hard enough. It took everything in you not to break down at her harsh words, but you mustered a weak, “I’ve found them already, Mom, my work is my soulmate,” and left her townhouse. That was 6 months ago, and you’d not seen her since. You still stuck by your words, because even if you were lonely, you were beyond appreciative for the job you had, soulmate be damned.

But sometimes the loneliness was deafening, and it left a question ringing in your head like a church bell. Was the writing really worth it?

Friends from college couldn’t keep up with your hectic lifestyle of needing to be ready to board a plane at any given moment for an immediate press conference or high-profile interview your boss had scored you. You couldn’t have a pet out of fear of never being home to care for it, and your family couldn’t pause holidays because you’d have a layover flight that day.

So, long story short, yes, your job was amazing and had definitely provided you with some of the best moments of your life (it’s not every day that you get to ask Hideo Kojima about Death Stranding,) but it’d also enhanced the evergrowing emptiness of your solitude, and piled on your shoulders round-the-clock work hours.

“Y/N! Thank god you’re here,” your co-worker, Elle, greets you. She’d been the one person you could rely on the most since your first day. She’s a pretty girl, a few years younger than you, her colorful pencil skirts and chiffon button-ups always brightening your day as soon as you walk into the office.

“Good morning to you, too, Elle.” You tell her, shocked when she quite literally hugs the breath out of your body. “What’s gotten into you this morning?” You ask her, stepping back to look into her eyes.

“I had a few too many cups of coffee…” She smirks, “But, you’ll be proud of me! I got your interview with BLACKPINK edited, and it’ll be fresh on the press and on YouTube within the next few hours or so.”

“That’s great! Thanks, Elle. You do need to be careful with your caffeine intake this early in the morning, though. We don’t need a repeat of Christmas.”

She cringes at the reminder, vividly recalling the day she’d forgotten to eat and passed out when she’d gotten a papercut opening her Secret Santa gift. It’d cost her a week’s pay in medical bills once she’d been released from the hospital with a few stitches she’d scored from landing on her face in the office’s rec room.

“Point taken,” she grimaces.

You chuckle, nudging her shoulder as you work your way into your office, Elle on your toes the whole time. Your focus drifts as she tells you about her late night and early morning, because this is routine for the two of you now. You’re both free to chat amongst yourselves if you’ve finished your current assignments, something you’re grateful for, until your boss either emails you or makes her way into your office to assign you your next task.

“Y/N?” Elle asks you, dragging your jaded attention from the swirling of the hot chocolate she’s readied on your desk, back to her face.

“Huh?” You ask drowsily.

“I said, did you hear that the Bangtan Boys are going to do a mini-tour around Seoul, Daegu, and Busan before they go on a break?” She says, exasperated by your lack of interest in her earlier monologues.

“I actually hadn’t heard of that, yet.” You reply lightly, interest piqued, “is anyone from our office covering the tour yet? I know Andrew speaks some Korean, albeit not as fluently as I do.”

“I haven’t heard anything in the office yet,” she answers. “But, that leads to the question, er, well, favor I have to ask of you.”

You eye her questioningly, already cautious.

“It’s just, I know that you’re sometimes allowed to bring a tagalong when there’s big stories like this to cover, so I don’t know… I was wondering if maybe I could be your plus-one if you get the story?”

“Ugh, Elle, you know we don’t really get to choose the stand-in reporters for those trips,” you groan.

“Andrew told me that when he’s been given big stories that he always takes Cam with him,” she whines. “And I’ve never been out of the country, let alone the continent. It’d be an amazing opportunity for me to be able to leave New York for once.”

She pleads at you with her eyes, full pink lips puckered and trembling.

“If- and I mean if,” you emphasize, seeing how her pout turns into a near-blinding smile, “if I get the story, because honestly, we don’t even know if there is one; then I might consider asking Mrs. Powell if you can assist me as a co-writer.”

“Yes!” Elle shrieks, jumping up and down, chiffon bouncing and blonde hair waving across the room wildly. “I knew I could count on you! God, you’re so awesome.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff, checking your email. “Powell wants me to write a follow-up on the BLACKPINK interview, so I’m going to start on that. I’ll find you around lunch so we can discuss what I summarize,” you tell her, “oh, and Elle?” You say, stopping her in the doorway of your office before she leaves. “Remind me to kick Andrew’s ass later for being such a mushroom.”

Elle laughs, stepping out of your office with a skip in her step.

You didn’t exactly hate Andrew, but you trusted him about as far as you could throw him. He was ruthless in his interviewing and even more so in his everyday life. Beyond that, you guys had the same working position, prospective head reporter for M-Buzz, an up-and-coming Manhattan news source, and both you and Andrew wanted the head reporting position that only one of you would get.

Four hours, three cups of coffee, and two bathroom trips later, the follow-up is written; the 4,000 words glaring at you from the computer screen. You type in Powell’s email address and hit send, letting out a sigh as you watch the check mark change from grey to green.

Your mind, the persistent bastard, decides to wander back towards the dreaded soulmate topic, and although you weren’t too keen on staying in the mindset, you can’t shake it.

At 21 years old, you’d never met another individual with a lack of ‘the signature,’ as most Americans referred to it. You’d moved cross country a multitude of times, studying various current events that arose, and interviewing until your mind was numb, but you’d not once encountered anyone with the same blank canvas that your wrist housed.

You’d seen the way some people would glance at your wrist, nosy tendencies flaring, and then the way they’d raise their brows in shock, looking to you like you were some sort of circus animal. The pity in their eyes was acidic and made you want to vomit.

You’d also have witnessed the irritation that would swell in your chest when you saw people treating their soulmates poorly, or ignoring their existence altogether.

Cam and Elle could deny it all they wanted, but they were, in fact, soulmates. No amount of repression and cold insolence would change fate. They couldn’t deny their cosmic attraction forever, just like you couldn’t deny your cosmic solitude.

There’s a small knock on your door, and then Elle is peaking her wide-eyed face through a crack, looking sorry for interrupting your train of thought.

“Mrs. Powell just asked for you and Andrew to go to her office,” she tells you.

“Wonderful,” you quip, standing up and straightening your pencil skirt, not at all excited at the uncomfortable situation you’d be in once you entered your boss’s office.

“I really think it’s about BTS…” Elle says shyly, walking alongside you towards the elevator.

“It most likely is. She’s probably going to have us kill each other for the story.”

“You were always a scrapper,” your friend jokes.

“Don’t give me too much credit, Elle. I grew up in Washington. The closest thing to a fight I’ve been in was trying to squeeze into a bus with ten other people during a rainstorm.”

“I’ve seen how you get when you want a position,” she tells you as the elevator doors start to slide shut, “you’ll knock 'em dead.”

Her face disappears behind the metal panels, and the elevator rises.

You could go for the job, yank it out from under Andrew’s nose, and enjoy Seoul, you hadn’t been to before, and you did very much enjoy traveling. Or you could simply stay home and watch Friends reruns, edit another reporter’s papers, and drink champagne. You could buy some Ben and Jerry’s and take some sick days, go to a spa, and just relax.

The latter wasn’t you, though. You were driven, adventurous, and properly bored with New York. You needed a change of scenery, even if it were only for a few weeks, and if you could take Elle, that’d only make Seoul more enjoyable.

With your mind set, and the doors to the elevator opening upon arrival to the thirtieth floor, you step out and walk with purpose towards the office marked “Powell.”

“Thanks for finally joining us, Y/N,” Andrew mutters as soon as you’ve stepped foot into the room.

“Nice to see you, too, Andrew.” You smile, masking irritation with friendly courtesy.

“Cool it, Klein,” Powell huffs, eyeing Andrew coldly. “Go ahead and have a seat, Y/N,” she motions towards the chair opposite where she’s sitting at her desk, and you take it, avoiding the glare Andrew sends your way as you sit to his left.

“I’m sure you’ve both been bombarded with notifications throughout the day about the ‘Persona’ tour taking place in South Korea later this month?” She asks, smiling, when you both nod. “Great, well, I had Margaret over on the tech floor set us up with better alerting algorithms last month, and they’ve worked magic for us today. We managed to book a two-person reporting gig for the entirety of the tour-”

“You’re sending me with Y/N? Doesn’t that seem a little redundant, given we’re both going for the same job?” Andrew groans, running his hand over his pointed face.

“Let me finish, Andrew,” Powell snaps, “I was going to say that you guys could pick who, amongst yourselves, would go with an apprentice, but given your outburst, I am choosing to send Y/N. We’re sending a reporter to interview the band and review the tour, not fight amongst coworkers.”

You hold back a laugh, shocked that you’d gotten the job without having to lift a finger. “But- I didn’t mean to”

“But you did,” Powell states dryly. “And now Y/N will be going to Korea for three weeks while you continue covering the President’s tweets.”

That, you do laugh at. “At least you’ll have a lot of content,” you joke.

Andrew huffs, grabs his coffee from the end table between your chairs, and leaves the room swiftly, jaw locked and scowl present.

“So,” Powell shifts her gaze from the slightly slammed office door to your still-shocked expression, “your trip is pretty much all set up, you leave in three days, and the tour starts in five. The hotels will be paid for, of course, I just need to know who you’d like to bring along with you and whether you’ll be needing a spare room or just one with two beds when we book your stays.”

“Oh, just one room will be fine,” you tell her, “I’ll bring Elle along with me, she does a spectacular job of helping to revise my articles already.”

“Sounds great, I’ll just let HR know who’s being sent and fill out some paperwork, and you guys should be set. Your first interview with BTS will be the night you land, so you’ll have to get situated in the hotel quickly. From there on, I’ll continue emailing and calling with updates and schedules. Pretty smooth sailing, all and all.”

“Just how I like it,” you smile, shaking her offered hand and leaving the room.

You don’t expect Andrew to be waiting for you at the elevator, but there he is, in all of his angry-man glory; face red and temper very obviously still flaring.

“Andrew, I really don’t thi--”

“No, you listen here,” he stops you, voice low and threatening. “I’ve worked my fucking ass off to be where I am today and I will not have my career ruined by some up-and-coming 20 year old floozy. You hear me?” He shouts, finger waving in your face as sweat beads on his forehead.

“I don’t understand why you even-”

“I don’t care if you don’t understand! My point is, watch your fucking back and stay the hell out of my way.” He spits, pushing past you and towards the stairs on the opposite side of the hallway.

What the fuck?

“He said what?” Elle asks, shoving another forkful of ramen into her mouth.

“The man’s fucking insane,” you tell her, twisting your own noodles with your fork, “it’s not like I targeted him as soon as I walked into the office! I literally just sat there and listened. Didn’t have to utter a peep.”

“I can’t believe he called you a floozy. Is he stuck in the ’60s?” She mocks. “Listen, I know you’re upset, and after a situation like that, no one can blame you… But, Y/N, look on the bright side. We’re going to have so much fun in South Korea. I can’t thank you enough for letting me come with you. I really can’t.”

“Buy me lunch once a week for the next two months and we’ll call it even,” you joke.

“Deal,” Elle replies instantly. “You’re the only person I know who will eat noodles every day with me and not get tired of them.”

“It’s good food,” you reply, “people are just ungrateful.”

It’s almost as if you’ve blinked and you’re getting off the plane in Seoul. The last few days passed by in a blur as you and Elle attended a few meetings, going over company policies and general rules of thumb. No sexually explicit questions, no touching the interviewee, be on time for the interviews, dress appropriately, etc.

“It’s colorful here,” Elle exhales, stepping to your side as you wait for a taxi. “Kind of exhilarating.”

“It’s pretty breathtaking,” you agree, smiling at a taxi driver who finally acknowledges the two of you and pulls to the curb. You give him the hotel address once he’s situated your luggage in the trunk, and you rest your back against the leather interior as the car begins to weave through traffic.

“Where do you wanna go first?” Elle asks after nearly half an hour of silence, “We could go to a local restaurant? Cam told me about a few places he’s been to that have completely ruined American cuisine for him.”

“Well, first we have an interview.” You placate her, “food, after. Maybe we could walk the streets later and sightsee?”

“Mmm, fair enough.” Elle smiles. “Thank you, Y/N. No, I really mean it,” she says, shrugging off the interjection that’s ready to roll off your tongue. “I know people usually say thank you just to serve their own egos, but I really mean it. You’re a good friend, and I appreciate that.”

You blush, not quite knowing how to respond.

“We’re going to have a great time,” Elle adds, filling the silence, “this will be the best work trip either of us has ever been on, I swear it.”

“Alright, you’re getting sappy,” you chuckle, nudging her shoulder. “Save it for when we reflect on the trip a few months down the line, huh?”

“You’re not very emotive, are you?” She jokes.

“Hey, I can be emotional. I just choose not to act on my emotions in front of other people. I promise you, inside- very deep inside my body, my psyche is curled in the fetal position and crying from just how you’ve moved me.”

“Shut up,” she scoffs, shoving you lightly. Her eyes light up as she glances out of the passenger window from her back seat. “Is that it?”

You follow her gaze to the gargantuan building ahead of the taxi, and your mouth gapes. “That’s it…” You breathe, completely taken aback by how luxurious the hotel looked.

“Wow…”

“You can say that again.”

You pay the taxi driver and bow, thanking him in Korean. Elle is already out of the small vehicle, pulling her luggage out of the trunk with a few grunts. You couldn’t hold off your work forever, despite how nervous you were growing. You could do this. You knew you could. Turning to the nearest bellhop and signaling him over, you begin to pull your suitcase out of the trunk.

“We have roughly 2 hours before we’re supposed to be downtown to meet with BTS for the interview,” you tell her. “So that gives us an hour to get ready. Powell said Big Hit offered a driver to us during the tour.”

“A driver? But we’re interviewing them, not the other way around,” she replies, following you and the bellhop as he escorts you to the front desk inside the massive building to retrieve your key.

“I guess they really appreciate American media covering them,” you tell her, “maybe they’re considering another U.S tour sooner rather than later,” you shrug.

“Your keys, Miss L/N.” The bellhop tells you, handing you the golden objects on a ring. Room #901, that’d put you pretty high up.

“Thank you,” you tell him, smiling widely. “Would you be able to lead the way and get our bags up there? We’re on a time crunch,” you tell him in his native tongue. He nods his agreement and grabs a silver luggage cart from behind the front desk.

You’re shocked that M-Buzz has put you and Elle on the top floor, not quite expecting the obvious pampering.

“This is just so exciting!” Elle chirps, nearly scaring the poor bellhop. You offered him an apology for her outburst and huff. “I mean, the top floor? Cam has never mentioned being treated to a top-floor suite.”

“It’s not what I figured we’d be getting, that’s for sure.” You mumble, “Maybe there’s some sort of catch? An extra 50,000-word write-up? Deducted pay?”

“Oh, give M-Buzz some credit, Y/N.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it, I do, and I’m not complaining in the slightest. I just didn’t expect it. We’re only going to be in Seoul for a week or so anyway. We have two other major cities to go to after.”

“You have a point,” Elle agrees, “but I don’t think they’d dock our pay. The write-up seems more realistic. But you have gifted fingers, it’ll be a breeze for you.”

“Magic fingers?” You question her, cheeks blazing. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Y/N. Everyone around the office calls you Magic Fingers because of how quickly you can pull a five-star article out of your ass.”

You send her a pointed glare, this time verbally apologizing to the bellhop for her crudeness. You only had ten floors to ascend, and then you’d be free from the claustrophobic confines of the elevator and the awkward social setting looming inside of it.

“I just write whatever pops into my head, I don’t overthink it…” You explain, feeling completely self-conscious, breathing out a sigh of relief when the elevator doors finally open, revealing a large hallway with only one door on either wall.

“Penthouse 901,” the bellhop announces, shoving the key into the lock and pushing the door open for you and Elle.

“Holy crap,” Elle squeaks.

“Thank you,” you tell the bellhop, handing him a 10,000 won tip, hoping it’ll cover the cost for Elle’s loose lips. He bows and exits the room, leaving you and Elle to gape at the extravagant room alone.

“This is kind of amazing,” you whisper, eyeing the white marble floors and granite countertops in the massive kitchen.

“Kind of amazing? It’s fucking incredible, Y/N,” Elle corrects you. “They even sent us a bottle of champagne.”

“For a reporting job?” You wonder aloud, still not quite grasping the intricacy of the penthouse you were situated in.

“Who knows?” Elle answers, “I’m not complaining.”

You shake the slight unease you feel, and start to unpack your belongings, makeup bag, and toothbrush, some of the first things you grasp. “I’m going to find a bathroom in this castle and get ready. You should do the same,” you chide, pulling your hair into a loose ponytail.

“Meet you back here in an hour?” Elle shouts, already at the opposite end of the mini-mansion.

“Sounds good!” You holler, pushing open a door and gasping at the bedroom in front of you. Satin sheets, dark maroon walls, wall-length mirrors, and a massive television screen glaring at you with purpose. “Wow,” you whisper, openly admiring the intricacy of the carpet and bedding. “Later, Y/N,” you order yourself, refocusing your whirling mind on getting ready for the interview mere hours ahead of you.

You had drafted a multitude of questions for said interview while on the flight, thankful that Elle had drifted asleep for the entire duration you were in the air. God knows you would’ve gotten nothing done had your coworker been awake.

Aside from clothing and a tad bit of makeup, you were ready. Beyond ready, in fact. So why were nerves still prickling at the back of your psyche and rendering you a shaking mess right now?

You want to break down and have a good cry, but you know that’ll serve you no good. You have a job to do here, and you weren’t going to let M-Buzz and Elle down. Maybe if you did a great job you’d have more extravagant trips to look forward to, Elle included.

You splash your face with water from the connecting bathroom, and look at your face in the mirror. Nerves definitely had done their work on you, your pupils were still slightly dilated from your strange near-panic attack and you had cold sweats.

Thankfully, you had packed your favorite lavender body oil, which always seemed to soothe your anxiety when huge work or life obstacles such as this clouded your mind. A pat of the scented liquid against your throat and wrists, a natural makeup look completed with a mauve lip, and your new black pencil skirt paired with your pastel pink blouse and a high bun had you feeling rejuvenated and even excited for the interview. You didn’t even trip once in your nude Miu Miu heels on your way from your bedroom to the living room.

Elle waited, as she said she would, in the entryway of the luxurious penthouse. “I thought you said Powell was going to hook us up with a one-bedroom?”

“She did,” you tell her, “can you please not use the phrase ‘hook us up with’ in a sentence, please?” You groan. “It sounds like you’re talking about us fucking the room.”

“You are especially frisky today, Y/N what’s gotten into you?” She asks, wiggling her brows suggestively.

“Nothing has gotten into me, Elle,” you shout, “I’m just excited to do the interview, that’s all. I wanna bring up astrology signs and stuff,” you explain, “it’s going to be fun!”

“For you,” Elle quips, leading you out of the room and into the elevator. “Not everyone is as involved with astrology as you are, you know.”

“I’m not involved with astrology,” you huff, “readers like to learn this stuff about their celebrity crushes. It’s not far-fetched,” you grumble.

“I’m just teasing you,” she laughs, nudging you. “I’m sure the interview will be fun. I know you were plotting out questions and topics the entire flight.”

“Wha-”

“You type loud,” she shrugs. “It’s good to be prepared, don’t be embarrassed.”

You want to argue with her for the sake of your ego, but you know she was right. She’d embarrassed you, not necessarily a hard feat for her, given how well she’d come to know you.

“Powell wants me to try and interview them in mainly English, but she said that if I think it’s easier to do it in Korean, that would work, too.” You tell Elle, kicking at the elevator floor as it continues its slow descent. “I don’t like it when she leaves me to make the big decisions.”

“Oh, Y/N. You always do this.” Elle groans, rubbing her hand against her face.

“Do what?” You ask, slightly defensive.

“Psych yourself out before the interviews you do. You second-guess everything, and then the second we walk into the interviewing room, you completely shift. It’s like you were never worried in the first place, you just… go with the flow?” She explains, “it makes the worrying you do beforehand incredibly frustrating. Especially knowing how confident and driven you are outside of interviews and work.”

“I’m sorry…” You say, sad that you’d made her even an inkling upset.

“Don’t be, it’s very you. I’m not frustrated you experience it, just frustrated you don’t seem to credit yourself enough on how spectacular of a job you do all in all. And as far as the English or Korean topic goes, the guys have been learning more English from what I’ve learned, so they might surprise you and make the decision for you.”

“I appreciate that,” you tell her, because truthfully, you do. “I’ll try my best not to be a mope the rest of the tour, I swear!” You hold out your pinky, grateful that she doesn’t leave you hanging as you lock in your promise.

The elevator finally dings, and the two of you step out, crossing the lobby quickly and hopping into the black SUV that waits outside of the hotel with your name in the passenger window. The driver greets you, quickly explaining his job at Big Hit, which literally consists of driving interviewers and members of Big Hit to and from locations during tours and press conferences.

“We appreciate you driving us,” you tell him in Korean, leaning towards the front seats so you can see him better, and noting his slight blush and the creases that form at the corners of his eyes as he takes your compliment.

“We will be arriving at the Big Hit building in ten minutes,” he tells you, “it’s a pretty short drive.”

“That’s great. We’ll make it on time, then.” You smile, repeating his statement in English for Elle as she watches the night scenery flitter by her outside of her window.

“Do you think they’ll be as beautiful as they are on screen in person?” Elle asks.

“More than likely,” you answer her, “but we aren’t here to pine over them. You’ve got a soulmate back home to worry about,” you chastise her.

“Yeah, but you don’t.” She replies dryly after a few minutes pass, “and I am still single, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave her off, “you and Cam have both made that abundantly clear.”

“Shut up,” she mumbles, pulling her cardigan tighter around her body while she sulks. “It’d be weird if we got together.”

“Why?” You ask her, interest piqued, “Because you work together? Don’t give me that.”

“No, because I dated his brother in high school.”

You were not expecting that. Whatsoever.

“You dated his brother?” You ask incredulously.

“Yes, his brother. Adam.” She snaps. “Didn’t end all too well.”

“I’m sorry, Elle,” you tell her honestly, “I didn’t know. If I did, I wouldn’t joke about it.”

“It’s okay, there are reasons Cam and I don’t bring it up.” She shrugs. “Oh, look!” She points, and you follow her finger, seeing the mostly-glass-constructed building that’s lit up down the expansive driveway you’ve turned onto.

“That’s a lot of windows.”

“Nice assessment.” Elle laughs.

“Thanks. It was exhausting to make.” You joke back, pulling your notebook you kept with you during interviews, out of your purse.

“I can’t believe we’re going to meet them,” Elle smiles, “I’ve been listening to them since 2 Cool 4 Skool was released.”

“I listened to Wings when it was released, but aside from that, research is my extent of BTS knowledge.” You tell her.

“Wait, what?” She asks, taken aback.

“I just kinda stopped listening to music and paying it any attention after my dad passed away in high school.” You shrug. “They released that in my senior year, so I gave it a listen. It was good, but I don’t know. I didn’t want to listen to music like I did when my dad was around, I guess.”

The car comes to a stop before Elle can reply, and your driver steps out to open your door. You bow, thanking him and heading towards the Big Hit worker who waits for you and Elle at the front door to the Big Hit establishment.

“Y/N?” The young woman asks.

“That is me.” You answer kindly, shaking her offered hand.

“The boys are waiting for you and your co-writer in the main room. I am Mai, and I will be guiding you there and staying on hand for any questions you may have during the interview.” She tells you.

“That’s wonderful! Thank you.” You answer her, following her and signaling for Elle to do the same as she leads you over the threshold and into the marvelous entryway of the building.

“This way,” she directs you, stepping down a small flight of stairs and into a ridiculously well-lit room, every piece of furniture and decor white, save for the three chairs and two sofas that are burgundy.

You can feel sets of eyes on you as you enter the room, but you wait until you’re sat in the lounge chair that Mai directs you to stand in front of to raise your chin and look the boys in the eyes.

To say they’re gorgeous is quite possibly a disservice to them. They’re ethereal, otherworldly.

“Hello,” you address them, your voice surprisingly steady given your inward disarray from simply looking at them. “My name is Y/N L/N, I’m a reporter from M-Buzz, an up-and-coming news source in Manhattan, New York.”

Some of the boys are glancing at you with confused expressions on their faces, and you can swear that two of them look at you with complete shock and bewilderment. You save yourself a lengthy self-analysis and repeat your introduction to them in Korean.

“Woah! Are you fluent in Korean?” One with a giant smile, black hair, a yellow Gucci crewneck, and an exuberant voice asks you.

“Hoseok, we haven’t even introduced ourselves,” another rebukes the man who must be Hoseok, his voice a velvety, rich sound that nearly has you blushing.

“I’m so sorry!” Hoseok rushes, bowing to you, “My name is Jung Hoseok, or JHope! It’s nice to meet you.”

You smile gently at him, “It’s nice to meet you, too, Hoseok.”

“I’m Kim Namjoon, or RM,” the one with the rich voice tells you, bowing as Hoseok did. He’s very well defined and the tallest of the bunch. His lips are drawn up in a smile, but you can tell that they’re shapely. You absentmindedly notice his hands, the size of them, and the muscles that shift in his arms as he plays with his hands in his lap.

“Don’t keep her all to yourselves,” another voice rings out. You glance at the owner of the new voice, pleased with what you see, though you’d never say that aloud. His lips are full, eyes bright, and hair a butterscotch blond. “I’m Kim Seokjin, but ARMY calls me Jin, or Worldwide Handsome.”

You smile, returning his bow.

“I’m Kim Taehyung!” A man with a bandana tied across his forehead to keep back his chocolate brown hair smiles, eyes bright and boxy-smile infectious. “ARMY calls me V.”

“I’m Jeon Jungkook!” The muscular figure next to Taehyung introduces himself, his smile wide and cheeks flushed as you shift your gaze to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He smiles even wider, a feat you thought impossible.

“I’m Park Jimin!” The next introduces himself, his smile sweet, but something lying beneath his eyes tells you that sweet is something he can be far from. His hair is a light pastel pink, his eyes crinkle as he smiles at you, bowing. You recognize that he’d been one of the men to look at you in shock.

You look to the last figure, sensing his eyes still on you. They are. He looks to you with the same expression Jimin had prior to the introductions, eyes serious as they take you in. “Min Yoongi,” he says simply, nodding his head towards you.

You smile at him, slightly uncomfortable with the way he and Jimin seem to be fixated on you.

“It’s nice to meet all of you. This is my co-writer, Elle.” You motion towards your protege. “She doesn’t speak Korean.” You explain.

“Ah,” Namjoon speaks up, “they aren’t all fluent in speaking English yet, but they’ve been practicing and understand most of it. We can do the interview in English and then translate what needs to be translated into Korean. If that works?”

“That’s great!” You answer him, breaking into English to explain the conversation to Elle. You smile when the guys all introduce themselves to her in English. The beginning of the interview goes about how all interviews ever go.

The cameras are set up, you redo your introductions, and you ask the basic questions. Favorite colors, favorite songs on their current album, favorite songs of theirs in general, celeb crushes, etc.

You’re excited when the first thirty minutes pass and the interview opens up to the part you’re most hyped for. Astrology. This had been fun to come up with.

“So, for this next part of the interview, I’d like for us to talk about our astrology signs in order from oldest to youngest. The fans are really excited about this.”

“Dinosaur Jin!” Taehyung shouts, earning guffaws of laughter from everyone but Jin.

“You won’t be laughing when you’re 26 and exhausted,” he pouts.

“So, Jin-hyung is the oldest. When’s your birthday?” You ask, preparing your notepad.

“December 4, 1992.” He tells you, and your brain momentarily comes to a stop. 12.4.92 plays on a loop in your mind. “That makes you a Sagittarius,” you tell him, “your sign is an archer! Your element is fire, your birthstone is topaz, and your ruling planet is Jupiter, the biggest one.”

“As it should be.” He quips, wiggling his eyebrows at his bandmates.

“Who’s next?” You ask, nerves building.

“Suga!” and “Yoongi” are immediately shouted out, and the man in question tears his eyes from you to look at his members.

“Huh?” He asks.

“You weren’t paying attention again, hyung! You have to tell Y/N when your birthday is,” Mai interjects from her director’s chair.

“Oh, sorry.” Yoongi mumbles, turning back to face you, gaze heated. “My birthday is March 9, 1993.”

You freeze, more of the code on your mind ringing in your ears. 3.9.93.

“That makes you, uh…” You trail off, thinking. “Pisces! That’s it. Yeah, your sign is two koi, your element is water, your birthstone is amethyst, and your ruling planet is Neptune!”

“Cool,” he answers emotionlessly, still gazing at you, looking nothing short of perplexed.

“Next?” You call.

“Hoseok!” Namjoon tells you, looking at his friend proudly.

“My birthday is February 18, 1994! I think I was already told that I’m an Aquarius!” He explains happily.

You’d love to reply with enthusiasm, but the numbers are rolling in your mind, and now you’re tying the letters into them as well. Jin’s birthday was the first set of numbers on your wrist, but his initials were S.K? Wait, no. If you used Korean, as you should, his initials were K.S.

Your feet lift you out of your seat and out of the building without a second thought, and you race for the car, already asking the driver to take you back to your hotel immediately. He looks concerned, but acquiesces, pulling out of the driveway swiftly. In your haste, you’d left your notebook and Elle, but you’d shoot her a text or call her once you got back to the penthouse. You’d needed to do some research and figure out if you were right on this.

Because there was no way in hell that BTS, in its entirety, was your soulmate(s).

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Kim Seokjin. December 4, 1992. The name and birthdate correspond perfectly with the first set of initials and date. You could chalk it up to coincidence, but looking more into it had your heart threatening to leap from your throat.

Min Yoongi. M.Y. The second set of initials, another match. March 9, 1993. Another flutter rose in your chest.

Jung Hoseok. J.H. February 18, 1994.

Kim Namjoon. K.N. September 12, 1994.

Park Jimin. P.J. October 13, 1995.

Kim Taehyung. K.T. December 30, 1995.

And Jeon Jungkook. J.J. The stutter at the end of your frustratingly long list of numbers. September 1, 1997.

You’d need a massive bottle of vodka to wash down the events of this evening. The Big Hit driver, Shei, you’d learned his name on the drive back to the hotel, had asked you numerous times what was happening. You couldn’t blame him; you’d essentially shoved him back into the SUV and ordered him to take you back to the hotel as if your life depended on it.

He didn’t hesitate; you’d figured that wasn’t in his code of conduct. He obliged immediately, peeling out of the Big Hit Entertainment driveway without a care to give.

He did want answers, as any person under the amount of stress and complete confusion you’d forced onto his shoulders would be. But how were you supposed to explain that during the most pivotal and important interview in your career to date, you’d discovered and found that not only did you have a soulmate, you had seven! And to make a confusing situation even more confusing, all of your soulmates made up one of the most sensational boy groups ever? Shei would probably make a U-turn on the freeway and take you to a psychiatrist, which, now that you think about it, could be helpful.

“You left me!” Elle shouts through the phone, “I had to wing the rest of the interview, and the boys all got really quiet after we finished the astrology skit!”

“Wait- finished it? How?” You question her, momentarily forgetting about the inner soliloquy.

“You left your notebook in your chair! I told them about your horoscope and then mine.” She huffs. “That’s not what matters, though! Don’t try and get me sidetracked. You left me alone, and I didn’t know what to do! I just listed out your questions like a robot!”

“You told them my horoscope?” You choke out, breathing becoming more difficult with each passing second, she doesn’t answer.

“What the fuck, Y/N? Weren’t you going to? The notes said to compare and contrast our horoscopes with theirs!”

You mentally slap yourself, angry with yourself that you’d forgotten your notebook and that you hadn’t prepped Elle better, for her own sake, before the interview.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear…” You sigh. “I just… I had to come back to the hotel.”

“Why?” Elle argues, and you feel the bitter pang of guilt well in your chest. She’d never spoken to you so harshly, and what hurts more is that you know she’s not in the wrong. You were unprofessional. “What was so important that you left me and BTS hanging? You know, we’re going to have to speak to HR about this?”

Fuck. You really didn’t think your actions through at all.

“I can speak to HR,” you reassure her. “There’s no excuse for leaving the interview like that. I know that much. I just- I don’t know! Have you ever had a fight or flight instinct kick in?”

“What? No?” Elle answers. “I don’t understand what that has to do wi-”

“I had to leave, Elle.” You explain, exhaustion and jet lag sinking in and catching up with you. “I just-I went into a weird shock and I needed to leave.”

Elle remains silent for a few minutes, and you almost check the call to make sure she hasn’t hung up on you. “Okay…” she sighs.

“Thank you-”

“No, no, no. Don’t shove the thank you’s onto me right now. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, still. I’m not completely stupid or oblivious, Y/N.” You can hear her grimace through the phone line. “I saw the way that the guys froze up when I told them your birthday.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“And I know for a fact that Yoongi and Jimin looked at you like you’d shocked them with tasers when you gave them your name!”

“Elle-”

“No! Don’t ‘Elle,’ me. Explain to me what’s going on!”

You grip the phone tightly against your ear, afraid to say what you know is most likely the truth. The words are about to slip out of your mouth, but a sob emerges instead, shocking you and most likely scaring Elle.

“I just- there’s so much going on and I don’t know what to do.” You stammer out, shaking on the loveseat you’re curled into. “I can’t even begin to tell you what’s going through my mind right now.”

“Holy shit, it’s that bad? Did one of them hurt you?” She asks, and you can vaguely hear her asking, no, more like ordering, someone to drive her to the hotel.

“No!” You shout, “No! They didn’t hurt me. I’ve never met any of them before.”

“You swear?” She asks, voice slightly wobbly with worry.

“I swear on my life,” you reply instantly. “It’s just way too much to explain over the phone, can’t I just tell you when you get back?”

She hesitantly obliges, but forces you into staying on the line with her until she gets off the hotel elevator onto your floor. You can tell she’s been worrying her ass off when she walks into the living room of the penthouse, eyes wide, pupils dilated and breathing labored.

“Now,” she breathes loudly, “care to explain what the actual hell is going on?”

You scooch over, patting the cushion next to you, and Elle sits down, gaze worrying at your teary eyes and confused face.

You bite your bottom lip, wondering if showing her would be easier than explaining. You know she’d seen the lengthy piece of ink on your wrist before at work, but you’d explained to her that you were just an error in the universe’s system. Certainly, no one in existence, even someone with the largest imagination, would deduce that you had seven famous soulmates.

“Just- look.” You breathe out, deciding on ‘fuck it,’ and shoving your armsleeve up to your elbow. You twist your wrist, giving Elle a very clear view of the long list of numbers and letters. She takes her time, eyeing all of the black print before looking at you, still confused.

“Kim Seokjin,” you point towards the first set of initials, “born on December 4, 1992.” You point to the corresponding date. She knits her brows together, refocusing on the puzzle on your arm.

“Min Yoongi,” you point again, “March 9, 1993.”

“Jung Hoseok,” she whispers in awe. “Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook… Holy shit.”

“And now you see my dilemma.” You conclude, cocooning further into the giant hoodie you’d shrugged into once you got back to the suite. “I always thought that this,” you wave your left arm around dramatically, “was just a sign that I was pretty much condemned to isolation. But, nope! I’ve got seven fucking soulmates and they’re all ridiculously famous. How the hell is any of that supposed to work?”

“Wait,” Elle stops your monologue, “does this mean that they’re all each other’s soulmates? Or is it just your initials and birthdate on their wrists? Or…” she starts, “maybe nothing of yours is on their wrists.”

“Well-”

“No! Because Jimin and Yoongi looked like two fish out of water when you told them your name, and the rest of them looked the same after I’d told them your birthday.” She explains.

“So we can assume that my initials are on their arms?” You question aloud. “I don’t know if I want to jump to that conclusion yet.” You huff, “This all just seems so… ridiculous? I don’t understand how I’d end up with BTS as my soulmate, or is it soulmates? I didn’t think you could even have more than one!”

“It’s not unheard of,” Elle tells you. “My great-grandmother had both her first husband’s and second husband’s initials and birthdates.”

“Yeah, but those are two people,” you say, remembering when she’d told you of her great-grandmother. It’d been on a work trip some months back, if you remember correctly. “I have seven people tattooed across my wrist. And I didn’t plan on marrying seven times.”

“Maybe you don’t have to.” Elle reasons, “We don’t know how their relationship works. We don’t know if they’re just working together or if they’re something more. We don’t know how many initials they have on their arms. They cover them with makeup before every public appearance they make.”

“I guess you’re right…” You grumble. “I just don’t understand. Why me?” You ask no one in particular.

“Maybe you’ve got enough moxie for seven guys,” Elle jokes, nudging you playfully. “C’mon, Y/N. You’re hot! A complete catch. Why shouldn’t you have seven devastatingly attractive men pining for your affections?”

You roll your eyes, groaning at the thought of seven fully grown men trying to get your attention. “It’s a headache waiting to happen,” you tell her, rubbing your temples.

Both of you jump when Elle’s phone rings. You look at her, confusion running amok through your mind. She shrugs, answering the call with a smooth ‘hello.’

“Oh! Hi!” Elle chirps, mouthing ‘Big Hit’ to you. “Ah, that’s so generous of them!” She smiles, “Yes, of course. Nerves can get to anyone,” she points a glance at you. “Tomorrow? That works!” Pause. “Thank you so much, I can’t express how much we appreciate this opportunity.”

She taps off the call, turning to you immediately with a blinding smile.

“The boys worked their magic and have told Big Hit not to file a complaint over your work manners,” she laughs, “and they’d like to meet up again tomorrow for a rerun. At a restaurant they’re having rented out!” She squeals.

“They’re renting out a restaurant?” You cough out, completely taken aback. “And they stopped a formal complaint from being filed?”

“They’re your knights in shining Gucci tuxedos.” Elle laughs.

“Not funny…” You snap. “That’s too much to expect from them…” you sigh.

“You didn’t expect anything,” Elle reasons, “they’re being nice, and honestly? They might be trying to break the ice.”

“What ice?” You groan, offended at her cliché wording.

“You know, the awkwardness that today probably blew up like a helium balloon. You did literally sprint out of the interview after Hoseok mentioned being an Aquarius.”

You blush crimson at the reminder, “Thanks for that.”

“Hey, you’re the one who turned into Usain Bolt during an astrology reading. Not me.”

“Fuck off!” You shout, throwing a couch pillow at her and hitting her directly in the face.

“Uncalled for,” she whines, hitting you back with it. “You have to go see them.”

“No, I don’t!” You argue, “I have options. I could flee the country, or the continent! Go home, pack my little townhouse, and move to Alaska.”

“Alaska?” Elle asks, exasperated. “Really?”

“It’s far enough away.” You shrug.

“Don’t pull this! You should at least meet with them and see what they think of everything. I’m sure they’re as confused as you are.” Elle chides.

“Fine!” You shout, standing from the couch and heading for your bedroom, “but don’t be shocked if I’m in a shitty mood in the morning!”

You hear her laughing as you seclude yourself into your room, the events from the day rendering you beyond exhausted. You let out a big sigh, climbing into your bed and under the covers. You’d be meeting up with the boys for the second time within 24 hours tomorrow.

You honestly couldn’t tell whether you were excited at the nearing reunion, or completely fucking terrified.

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You bolt straight up, cold sweat dripping off your body. You’re confused initially, remembering very vividly how you were drowning a second ago. It takes a few minutes for your body and mind to adjust, the realization that you were dreaming slowly resounding in your mind, slowing your breathing, and calming your racing heartbeat. Your fingers loosen their vice-like hold on the silken sheets beneath your trembling body.

You were in Seoul, and you’d landed, you glance at the clock on the bedside table, roughly 7 hours ago. The number ‘7’ lights up in bold script behind your eyelids. 7 soulmates. BTS.

Your mind whirls through the damn near delusional happenings of the day before, trying to piece together some sort of explanation or resolution to your dilemma, but you come up empty handed. You scoop your phone off the bedside table, immediately opening ‘Google’ and typing in what you assume you should type given your… predicament.

‘What does it mean to have more than one soulmate?’ glares at you, the brightness of the phone screen only adding to the discomfort you feel when researching such a topic at 5 AM. You turn the blinding graphics down, making a sound you can only compare to a car engine failing to start, as the only search results that pop up are for people who have anywhere from 2-4 sets of initials and birthdates.

Okay, having 4 was probably frightening, too. You couldn’t be too harsh on Google or the human race for not having dealt with your specific situation. 7 soulmates? You’d never even considered the possibility of such a pairing.

The same questions Elle had the night before race through your mind as you sit in the hotel bed, at 5 AM, in Seoul, alone.

What if they didn’t have your initials on their arms? What if not all of them had your initials on their arms? What if they were going to make you choose between them?

You felt sick. Sick to your stomach. Not wanting to soil the expensive bed sheets in your room, you rush to the connected bathroom, kneeling pitifully in front of the toilet and emptying your stomach into the porcelain bowl and water below.

You rest against the cool tile of the floor once the heaving has stopped, hair sticking to your forehead, and your head aching. You reach lamely for a courtesy bathrobe that’s tied to the bathroom door, wrapping it around you like a blanket, and use a pile of hand towels as a makeshift pillow, before falling asleep on the bathroom floor.

“Are you okay?” Elle shakes you awake, her blond hair pulled into a ponytail, and eyes wide and worried as she looks at you.

“M’fine.” You grumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Just had a bad dream.”

“So you fell asleep in the bathroom?” She asks you, confused.

“No, I felt sick when I remembered what happened last night…” You breathe out.

“Ah,” Elle sighs, “yeah, I can’t imagine what’s going through your head right now.”

“Too much,” you answer her, slowly sitting up.

“I’ll make you some breakfast!” She chirps. “That gives you time to get ready for the meeting with the boys later!”

“Shit, I almost forgot about that. Why’d you have to remind me?” You groan, standing up and grabbing your toothbrush.

“You need to at least talk to them, Y/N. They saved our asses from possible suspension at work and they clearly want to speak to you about the whole… situation.” She mumbles. “Plus, maybe they’ll tell you some stuff we can use in our articles.”

“Tell me?” You question her, toothpaste spilling out of your mouth and onto your pajamas. “You’re going with me!”

“Uh, no. I’m not.” Elle shrugs at your shocked expression, “I don’t need to be there, and frankly, I shouldn’t be there. They asked to meet with you, they didn’t ask for me by name as well; and there’s some pretty, er, intimate things they might want to ask you.”

“What?!” You choke, the toothbrush falling from between your lips and into the sink.

“I don’t mean it like that,” she laughs. “Although that’d make for an interesting read.” She jokes, “I mean, they might want to get to know you personally. Me being there would make things incredibly awkward.”

“Can’t you at least wait for me close by? You could be my savior if I need to get out of there quickly…” You explain, spitting your toothpaste into the sink and rinsing your mouth.

She looks ready to protest, but you silence her by placing your hand over her mouth. “I brought you on this trip with me, Elle. Not as a coworker, but as a friend. It’d mean more to me than I could possibly begin to explain if you’d be on standby for me while I’m talking to them.”

She rolls her eyes at you, but nods her head in agreement. “You owe me, big time.” She scoffs, “Now take a shower, and I’ll make you some breakfast.”

The woman is true to her word. Once you’re out of the shower, smelling fresh, and dressed decently enough (a cream colored sweater and a new pair of tight jeans you bought before the trip), she places a massive plate of waffles in front of you.

“Eat.” She orders, sitting next to you at the kitchen bar, and digging into her own plate.

“I’m nervous,” you explain, poking at your food, but taking a large bite when she eyes you.

“I don’t blame you at all. Just try not to hyperfocus. Their wanting to meet with you and helping us avoid trouble yesterday speaks volumes. They more than likely just want to talk. Nothing extreme.”

You nod at her reasoning, thankful that she’s there to at least try and keep you level-headed.

“I’ll be just a few blocks down,” Elle tells you, the Big Hit driver, Shei, had put up the partition in the SUV, allowing the two of you what little privacy you could have.

“Thank you,” you tell her earnestly, meeting her friendly gaze.

“You’ll be fine,” she reassures you, “they’re really nice guys from what I saw last night.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I feel so stupid.” You groan, curling in on yourself in embarrassment.

“So you don’t want to hear about how worried they were when you split?” She asks you. You peek through the sleeve of your hoodie, interest rising. “Ah, looks like I’ll have to explain later.” She smiles, “We’re here.”

You drift your gaze out the window, noting the bodyguards and Big Hit employees trying to blend in with the outside world. The restaurant, as previously discussed, has clearly been rented out. Upon seeing the SUV, one of the Big Hit employees, a woman you haven’t met, sends a signal to Shei. He seems to understand immediately and turns into a nearby alleyway. It takes you a moment to realize that you’d be entering through the back of the eatery.

“I feel like a sack of drug paraphernalia.” You mope, getting unbuckled and ready to squirm your way out of your seat. You turn to Elle, nerves bubbling. “I’ll call you as soon as I’m done here.” You tell her, meaning every word.

“Sure, sure. Just get in there before a fan sees you and bombards you.” She laughs, nudging you out of the door that Shei has opened for you.

“Thanks,” you mumble to him, allowing another employee to lead you through the back door. The restaurant itself smells absolutely amazing, you couldn’t even begin to fathom how amazing the food would taste once it touches your taste buds. A few kitchen workers bow to you, and you return the kind gesture, feeling extremely out of place in the pristine kitchen.

Soon enough, tile floors turn to wooden panels, and you look up to meet some of the eyes you’d run from the night before. Namjoon’s gaze is gentle on you, Jin’s is approving, taking in your figure as you stand before him. Taehyung and Jungkook are too busy playing some sort of napkin game they’ve created to acknowledge your entrance. Hoseok waves enthusiastically, a massive grin split across his bright face.

Jimin, beautiful as ever, smiles his eye-crinkling smile that has your stomach doing cartwheels within the confines of your body. Yoongi’s eyes are serious on yours, hands fidgeting atop the table they sit at; his hair is hidden beneath a beanie that makes him look more boyish than he did yesterday.

“Er- hi.” You say awkwardly, waving slightly at the men once you stand in front of their table.

“Ah!” Jungkook jumps, dropping the napkin-ball once your voice hits his ears.

“Ha!” Taehyung whoops, jumping in his seat excitedly, “you lost, Kookie!”

“Can’t you two be normal for once?” Jin asks, shaking his head disapprovingly, but affectionately, at the two youngest members.

“That’s a ridiculous request, hyung.” Jimin smiles, nudging Jungkook lightly. “Besides, weren’t you playing table football with Kookie and V last week?”

Jin blushes a rosy red, clearly embarrassed he’d been outed.

“It’s okay,” you rush to reassure him, not quite understanding your sudden need to alleviate his discomfort, “I still play Nintendogs on my DS.”

Jin raises his eyebrows at you, along with most of the members, save for Yoongi, who still looks at you with a nervous expression.

“Isn’t that the game where you can have a Shiba?” Taehyung smiles, “I’ve always wanted one.”

“That’s the one,” you reply, feeling your own embarrassment flare up as the ridiculously attractive men all keep their gazes on you.

“My friends in school would play those games all of the time,” Jimin smiles, pulling a chair at the head of the table out for you before returning to his seat. “Do you like to play games, Y/N?” He smiles a toothy smile, and if you weren’t a reporter whose life consisted of reading subliminal messages, you wouldn’t have caught the sensual innuendo beyond the question.

“Jimin-ah, let’s not talk about games right now,” Yoongi speaks up, flickering his impassive glance from you, to Jimin, to you again.

“Yoongi is right,” Namjoon nods. “We were worried last night that you wouldn’t show up.” He explains as you take your seat, keeping your hands in your lap so you don’t fidget too much or too obviously. “Some of us were worried we’d scared you off before we’d even had the chance to properly introduce ourselves. It’s safe to say we’re relieved you’re here.”

You smile, somewhat consoled, knowing that they’d been nervous, too.

“Is there anything you’d like to eat?” Jin asks, “We’ve ordered 8 servings of rice and vegetable stir-fry already. The chef said it’d be a half hour or so.”

“Rice and stir-fry sounds great,” you answer him, “could I get a cup of water?” You ask, your throat feeling dry from your ebbing nerves.

Jin nods his head and goes to retrieve a pitcher of water and some glasses from the kitchen. He pours your drink gingerly, long fingers holding the pitcher with exceptional care.

“From your exit during the interview, we’re assuming you know why we invited you?” Namjoon asks, eyes kindly analyzing your posture.

“I, uh- yeah. I assume it’s about this…” You lift your left hand atop the table and push back the cream-colored fabric, revealing the numbers and letters that haunted you your entire life.

Two of the three maknaes smile once they eye the black ink on your wrist. Taehyung and Jimin looked to be far more comfortable in the situation than Jungkook, who still resembled a deer caught in the headlights.

Hoseok makes a noise similar to a pelican, rounding the table and showing you his wrist. The letters and numbers are all the same as yours, save for one. Where you had his initials and birthdate, he had yours.

“Show her,” Hoseok chastises his team, waiting for them all to mimic his actions.

They do. You’re shocked as you realize with finality that you had 7 soulmates, and so did they.

Whereas most people had another half, or third, and rarely a fourth, of their soul waiting for them inside someone else, you and the seven men in front of you had each other.

“I can’t believe we’re finally meeting you,” Taehyung smiles, hugging you to him.

“Taehyung-ah, give her a minute.” Jin orders.

You’re thankful he does. You weren’t disappointed in the men huddled around your dining chair, far from it, in fact. You did, however, feel the room closing in on you.

“I just need a second…” You explain, rising to your feet, “Excuse me.” You bow to them, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

Hardly recognizing the pale woman who stares back at you in the mirror, you douse your face with cold water from the sink, appreciating the relief it provides your heated and muted skin. You give yourself a while, not wanting to overexert your emotions and head back into the room quite yet.

The air is cooler in the bathroom, anyway, and easier for you to breathe. You pull your phone from your back pocket, ready to text Elle and ask her to pick you up, but you glance at yourself in the mirror again, seeing the way that color is returning to your face and your breathing has regulated itself. You could do this.

Shoving your phone back in the confines of your jeans, you push the bathroom door open. The boys wait for you at the table, all of them quiet and anticipating your return. Taehyung catches your eye, his expression regretful and dejected.

“I’m sorry I hugged you like that,” he tells you, voice radiating his honesty like a heater, “I just got so excited to finally know that you were real.” He explains, “The thought of you being uncomfortable didn’t occur to me. I’m so used to having the hyungs around, and being able to express everything that I forgot you didn’t have any of us to express yourself to growing up.”

“It’s okay, Taehyung,” you tell him, meaning the words from the bottom of your heart. “I just get very anxious when new things blindside me.”

He smiles at your acceptance of his apology, boxy features warming your heart.

“So, how long have you all known about this?” You ask, pointing to your wrist.

“Since we banded together,” Namjoon answers. “It’s actually one of the main reasons we decided to debut.” He shrugs, “When I met Yoongi-hyung at a BigHit meeting and he saw my wrist, it was like I wasn’t alone anymore.”

Yoongi smiles a gummy smile, looking at Namjoon. “I felt the same way,” he agrees, “growing up was difficult. I was ashamed of my marks and hid them. I thought they meant I’d never have a successful relationship. But when I saw Joon at the meeting, and he had his sleeves rolled up without a care to give… I just saw my initials and the rest we share, and I didn’t feel empty anymore. There was someone I could connect to.”

“And then Hoseok showed up, loud and energetic,” Namjoon laughs. The man in question smiles, blush creeping its way onto his face. “We were both shocked,” he signals to Yoongi. “The chances of us meeting each other were slim enough, but a third showing up? It was crazy.”

“You guys would have been lost without me,” Hoseok groans, “you’re both so messy.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, and Namjoon laughs. “Once Jin signed on, we kind of just let the rest play out. Figured that if luck stayed on our side, we wouldn’t need to look for ourselves.” Namjoon explains. “It was pretty smooth sailing for a while. Jungkook signed on, and then V. Jimin was last.” Jimin smiles at the mention of his name. “We only had one more person to wait for.”

“After ‘Wings’ was released, we kind of lost hope,” Jin adds. “We thought maybe you weren’t real. We’d met people with your initials, but when we asked when their birthdays were, we got nothing.”

You nod your head, “I grew up in Washington, went to college in California, and then moved to New York for work.” You tell them, grateful that they provide you with their undivided attention. “You know where I work, so there’s no need to explain that. There’s actually not much to explain, really. I move around a lot for reporting gigs, so I don’t have time for friends and stuff.”

They look saddened by that, and your heart pangs in response. “It’s okay,” you reassure, “my life has been full of amazing experiences and opportunities because of my work.”

“It sounds like it’s held you back, too…” Jungkook says, voice heavy with concern.

“Only socially.” You reply, “I have a decent home and enough money to keep me going.”

“Have you dated?” Jimin asks.

“Jimin-ah!” Jin scolds him, flicking his forehead.

“It’s okay!” You tell him, “It’s a fair question. I haven’t seriously dated anyone. I’ve casually dated, though.” You explain. “Once it turns towards serious conversations and ‘what are we’s,’ I book it.”

Jimin thinks over your answer, enamored by the casual way you gave it.

“If we had known, we would have reached out,” Namjoon confesses, turning the conversation back towards the elephant in the room.

“If anything, I’m to blame,” you laugh. “You guys are globally famous, your names are everywhere, so are your birth dates. If I had paid more attention, we might have met sooner…” You trail off.

“Don’t blame yourself!” Hoseok consoles you, eyes unwavering as they convey his sincerity to you. “We’re meeting each other now, and that’s good enough for us.”

You smile at his reassurance, appreciating how wholesome and bright he truly is with finality.

“Thank you, Hoseok.” You tell him gently.

He nearly transforms into the heart-eye emoji at you saying his name, his features softening immensely and leaving a dopey grin on his face. Jimin pats Hoseok’s shoulder, shining his crinkly-eyed smile at the older man.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Yoongi asks, big brown eyes looking at yours with concern, the first discernible emotion you’ve seen on him since entering the room. It nearly knocks the wind out of you. The softness of his face mixed with the molten emotion beyond his eyes renders you wordless.

“Erm-” you gape. “I, uh- I’m definitely still shocked, but I feel more at ease now,” you manage to push the words out of your mouth. “It’s way more comforting knowing that I’m not just a glitch in the system.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“I always thought that I was meant to be alone,” you shrug.

“But you have the mark,” he cocks his head, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen someone with my extent of it.” You explain, “typically people have one or two initials and birth dates on their wrist. I have seven. I figured that maybe I was just a reject.”

He looks saddened by your explanation, “Well, you’re not.”

“Yeah, Y/N! You’re not alone.” Jimin smiles.

“You have us,” Taehyung adds, putting an arm around Jimin and Jungkook each.

“I also live in America,” you remind them, sipping at the water Jin had poured you earlier. “I can’t just leave my job and my home to come to Korea.”

“Would you ever be open to the idea?” Namjoon asks.

You sit on the question for a minute, deliberating in your mind the pros and cons. The cons were intimidating. You would have to leave the job you worked so hard for, you’d leave behind your family, you’d leave behind Elle, and you’d be starting all over on a new continent. The pros, however… You could rebuild, make a new family because you weren’t around your biological family much anyway, you could still visit Elle and FaceTime her every day…

But you were getting ahead of yourself.

“I might consider it some day,” you answer Namjoon, noting the relief that fills every single member’s eyes. “But that’d be down the road a ways,” you add, “it’s not something I could just do at the drop of a hat.”

The men nod, understanding and appreciating your answer. You don’t bother asking them the same, you know their love for their country and the people in it. It was visceral, unwavering, and stronger than any fan-artist connection you’d seen, ever. It’d be selfish to ask them to leave their livelihoods. They could still make music in America, but the emotions behind the music? The reason for making it? The heart of BTS would always remain in Korea.

“We have another question to ask,” Jimin speaks up. You look at him and nod, giving him the go-ahead. “Well, you see, we were wondering if any of the initials on your wrist look different to you? Like maybe one seems thicker or darker?” He asks.

You furrow your brows, confused, but raise your left sleeve again and really look at the bold lettering. The food arrives as you examine your wrist, the waiter delicately placing your meal on the table in front of you.

Sure enough, a lettered pairing does stick out from the rest. You’re at a complete loss as to why you hadn’t noticed it before. You’d spent hours upon hours of your life glaring at the ink. How were you only just realizing the imperfection permanently etched atop your skin now that Jimin mentioned it?

“Yeah…” You breathe out, looking at Jimin's waiting gaze. “I’ve never noticed it before.”

“It’s pretty microscopic,” Namjoon explains. “It’s only really noticeable once someone addresses it.”

“That’s strange…” You murmur, looking back at your wrist. The letters only seem to have grown bolder, nearly looking italicised now that more time has passed. “It looks more bold now…” You explain, meeting the eyes of the man the bulkier text belongs to.

He looks back at you, eyes softening as they look into yours.

“Are mine thicker for you?” You ask him.

“They are.” He replies.

“What does it mean?” You ask Namjoon.

“Well, we hunted down a woman in Daegu, she calls herself a ‘reader.’ She was pretty difficult to find, but Big Hit helped us. She specializes in the marks, has books upon books on them. She told us that there have only been a handful of cases like ours,” he tells you, “and that the bold initials are present every time. She said that the bold initials signify the strongest bond within the soulmates. For me, my strongest bond is with Hoseok.” He looks to the cheery man beside him. “As his is mine.”

“What does that mean for you and the others?” You ask him, taking a bite of your stir-fry.

“We’re all still soulmates,” he answers. “Nothing will ever change that. Hoseok and I just connected on a deeper level. It doesn’t mean we’re more intimate with each other, it doesn’t even mean we love each other more than we love any of you,” he motions towards everyone at the table. “It just means we’re closest with each other on a spiritual level. He’s like my twin flame. I think that’s what Americans call it sometimes.”

You’re not unfamiliar with the terminology, but you never considered it true. You thought it was just an excuse for people to seek other relationships when they had a soulmate, or an excuse for some soulmates to be excessively smitten with each other.

“Do you all have twin flames?” You ask the remaining members. They all nod.

“Mine is Kookie,” Tae smiles.

“And mine is V,” Jungkook replies.

“Mine is Jimin,” Jin tells you. Jimin nods, “and mine is Jin,” he adds.

“And you’re mine,” Yoongi tells you, eyes still soft and warm on yours. You flush under his direct gaze, turning into a melting pot of emotions.

“How long have my initials been bold?” You ask him, voice wavering from the force of emotion that’s threatening to crack you open.

“Since our debut,” he replies, taking a drink of his water. Full lips pressing against the fogged glass of the cup sinfully. He takes your ogling as a mere loss for words, “you’re here now, though. That’s all that matters.”

You snap out of your reverie and realize that had you not been smitten by the way he drank his water, you most definitely would have been apologizing for taking so long to show up.

“Even so, I’m still sorry for taking years to find you guys.” You tell them all, tearing your gaze from Yoongi’s soul-stirring one to address the rest of the members, your soulmates. “I do have a question, and I don’t want it to come off as rude.”

“I’m sure it won’t,” Namjoon reassures you.

“Well, I was just wondering why you guys hide your marks? Elle said you guys cover them for interviews and public outings.”

“We do,” he answers, “we didn’t want to go public with anything unless we had to, at least, not until you were here. We didn’t want to make any decisions unless we all had a say in them, especially given our careers.”

You nod thoughtfully, appreciating his answer and the meaning behind it.

“That’s thoughtful of you all,” you say, smiling as you look to each of them. “Thank you.”

They smile back.

“If you guys want to go public with it, I’m fine with that. It’s nothing I can’t handle.” You explain.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, eyes and voice full of concern.

“We could cover your initials for now,” Jin suggests, “you are the youngest of us, so it wouldn’t be a hassle. And we could uncover it once everything’s more secure? For instance, if you move here?”

You run over the option in your head, seeing no direct harm that could come from doing so.

“That might be a better option,” you agree, “would that make you uncomfortable, Yoongi?” You ask him, concerned that it might cause your twin flame even an ounce of discomfort.

“No,” he answers, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he means it. “As long as you’re safe and happy, we’re fine with doing whatever we need to.”

You melt at his words, finding immense comfort in them. It’d only been an hour of you being with them, and you’re already feeling an immense relief. Was this what it felt like to be around your soulmates? Was this what you’d been missing out on?

You couldn’t even begin to fathom the difficulty Elle and Cam had when they were around each other. BTS had been in your company for not even a day, and you could already feel a gravitational pull towards them, anchoring you to them in a way that left you feeling complete.

“Thank you,” you tell Yoongi, grinning at the flush that spreads across his full cheeks at your praise. “Thank you, all.” You tell the rest of them, your appreciation seeping through your very pores. “I can’t begin to express to you how much it means to me knowing you all support me so much already.”

They smile at you, taken by your words. You can feel the mood in the room lift substantially, and you thank the heavens above for allowing this brunch to go so much better than originally planned.

The rest of the food is devoured quickly by the eight of you, and it feels like all of 10 minutes have passed before the food is gone, and Elle is calling you nonstop. You reluctantly tell them you have to go, heart aching at the drop in their expressions at your announcement. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow! At the show!” You tell them, texting Elle to have Shei come get you. Their expressions brighten slightly, but you can still see that they don’t want you to go.

“How about this? I’ll give you guys my personal number, and we can start a group chat. Plan some hangouts and see where that takes us?”

They nod enthusiastically, pulling their phones out and quickly inputting your information into their contact lists. You can feel your phone vibrating in your back pocket at least 10 times as you say your goodbyes and thanks.

You bow to them, following the waiter out of the restaurant through the kitchen and into the back alleyway. Elle and Shei are waiting in the SUV, and Elle pounces on you as soon as you step foot into the large vehicle.

“You are telling me everything when we get back to the hotel.” She orders, you’re about to object, but she covers your mouth with her hand, “Nope. That’s my payment for not getting a single update from you in two and a half hours.”

You roll your eyes and mumble a ‘whatever,’ but her hand blocks out any sense you might have made. She laughs at you, finally pulling her hand away.

“Did you have a good time at least?” She asks.

“It actually went really well.” You answer, blush rising. You turn towards your window, watching the scenery pass by, when you receive another text.

You pull out your phone, unlocking the screen and entering your texting app.

8 unread conversations greet your eyes. 7 singular text chains, and one group text.

The first text you’d received in the restaurant is a simple ‘hi’ that’s signed ‘Jungkook.’

The next is longer.

‘Hello, jagiya! It’s Taehyung!’ A purple heart sits at the end of the sentence.

‘Worldwide Handsome here, checking in on his beautiful soulmate. Xxx Jin’ The next reads.

‘Y/Nie! It’s Hoseok! Text us when you get to your hotel safely! We had fun today :)’

‘Hello, Jagi!!!! Jimin here ;) We miss u already xxx’

‘Hi, Y/N. It’s Namjoon. Make sure to save our numbers so you don’t think we’re strangers texting you all the time. I’ll set up a group chat after I send this. :-)’

‘Hey, it’s Yoongi. Your twin flame.’ You smile at that, noting that he’s sent another since then. ‘You obviously know that, please disregard that message… oh, and check the group chat.’

You do as you’re told, and smile at your phone. There are introductions, but what sticks out most to you is the picture of you and Yoongi gazing at each other at the table. Judging by the angle, Jungkook or Taehyung must have taken it. It’s flattering and captures the ambience of the early afternoon.

You hug your phone to your chest, emotion flowing through you hotly. You reply to the texts and follow Namjoon’s advice and save their numbers. The group chat goes crazy after you reply, Taehyung and Jin spamming it with animated gifs, and Jimin sending a few selfies.

You don’t miss the pointed glance Elle sends your way as she watches your face dance with happy emotions during the car ride home.

Typically, you’d snap at her in embarrassment, but the happiness and complete full-feeling you’re experiencing now prevent you from feeling anything short of euphoric.

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ruerecs · 1 year ago

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fanfic writers NEVER contemplate or apologise for your fic being over 3-5k words long, we readers LOVE longer fics!! anyways have a good day/night 🙂‍↕️

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cottonconnielvr · 2 days ago

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𝓛ove 𝓜aze, jeon jungkook x jung hoseok

ℐ𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽… you get caught in a complicated, disastrous, and drama filled love triangle with two of the hottest boys on campus!

PAIRINGS♡︎fratboy!playboy!jungkook x streetdancer!hoseok x reader

WARNINGS♡︎ love triangle dynamics, jealousy, angst, jungkook is stupid!!, profanity, violence, alcohol consumption, smut (will be detailed in chapters), reader is indecisive , they all make dumb choices, loverboy!hoseok, whipped!jk, toxic behaviors , fem!reader, reader is a bit shy in the beginning, gaslighting

❥playlist (will be updated regularly)

love maze , bts

gonna love me, teyana taylor

swim, chase atlantic

watching tv, mark x crush

somebody, jungkook

i don’t know, j hope x yunjin

the less i know the better, tame impala

while we’re young, jhene aiko

meddle about, chase atlantic

index

001 : HUMAN WALLS, 3k words

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cheeseceli · 3 months ago

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Boyfriend Hobi

Pairing: Jung Hoseok × gn!reader

Genre: headcanons, fluff

Request: boyfriend hobi, perchance?!

Warnings: physical touch, mentions of food, he's an idol, mentions of fights

A/n: this one's a bit long I think lmao | daily click

Hobi ver. | Namjoon ver.| Jimin ver. | Taehyung ver. | Jungkook ver.

This was probably a best friends to lovers thing

It took him a while to make a move because he was scared to mess up the relationship

So either you make the first move or you'll have to be very patient 😭

Oh this one is strong on physical touch btw

He likes to cuddle, he will always save a seat for you next to him, random hugs just because

And he will never let go of your hand

Trust me on this one

If you're walking around, better believe he WILL be holding your hand

And he also hugs you when you're cold to warm you up 🙂‍↕️

Your opinion is EXTREMELY important to him

Both on trivial matters, like what hat he should wear, and on more important things, like his job

You always receive spoilers to the tracks he's producing as well

Partner privileges

Talking about partner privileges

He takes such care of you

Always make sure you ate enough and on time

Drives you to your work/uni and then drives you home after

Insists on you taking an extra coat on cold days

Even massages you when you're too stressed or when you had a particularly rough day

Also loves to send you texts and voice messages throughout the day

If you can't see each other that day, he's gonna make sure to document EVERYTHING to you

He loves to have you near, even when it's not physically possible

He also smiles mid kiss 💔

He perceives everything as well

You're currently obsessed with a new series? He's already sending you videos about that

You're feeling kinda down? He is comforting you before you can barely understand what you're feeling

You want to go to some place? He's already cleaning his schedule so you can go asap

He's so observant

And if you're talking, his eyes are on you

The type of guy to put his full attention on you

He's a perfectionist, nothing new here

So if you guys ever fought it would probably be because of these details

And because he wanted the relationship to be so perfect, there would probably be a bit of accidental self sabotage

But with time this gets better

He also needs a bit of validation

I don't think he'd be very jealous (considering the perilla leaf debate)

But some validation is still nice lmao

Trusts you with his life

You know every single secret of his

You know where every precious possession of his is, and you can use all of them

You're his emergency call

He genuinely trusts you a lot

He's not jealous, but he is protective

If he senses you're feeling uncomfortable, he will step up with no hesitation

Sidewalk rule

He loves your smile

He has 649264 pictures of you smiling

And most of these pictures were taken secretly, when you were too focused on just enjoying life to notice the camera

Idk he also seems like he would want to have matching items with you

If English/Korean are not your mother tongue, he would LOVE to learn your language

He would learn a few words and suddenly that's all he's saying for the rest of the week

Overall, he's your safe place and you're his

He is your personal sunshine: cheer you up on sad days and make happy days even brighter

Confidents of each other

It would be a dream, honestly

Masterlist | you'll probably like: Fri(end)s

Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @butnotmontana @sheraayasherrecs

Dividers by @adornedwithlight | images 1, 2 and 3

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sanarin · 10 days ago

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Hobi 👁️👄👁️

#i need to read something similar where he licks and slaps #im going crazy #imsorrymommm #bts #bts jhope #jhope #hobi #hope on the stage #jhope x reader #jung hoseok #killinitgirl

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starboy-97 · 3 days ago

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hobi’s on-stage personas are known and adored by millions. whatever you’re looking for, he can be it. happy-go-lucky, cool and edgy, smooth and sensual. but for all the faces jung hoseok shows the world, it’s hard for most people to grasp who he really is underneath it all.

but you? you know him. not as j-hope or hobi or jay. to you, he’s just your hoseok.

for him, that’s the biggest relief of all.

as he walks in his mask drops, his persona of the day left at the door. all he has to be is himself, and knowing that is what brings him peace.

of course, every face he shows ARMY is his own. on stage he's still him, just, amplified. he loves to perform, to bring joy and entertain, to give his all and more for army.

having said that, being able to come home and dial it down, to exist without performing, to relax into your presence, that’s what he looks forward to every day.

you don’t treat him like a superstar, you treat him like a person, like your person.

you wait up for him, greeting him at the door with a sleepy smile and warm arms. you ask about his day, whether it was full of high-energy rehearsals or just meetings and errands. you show the same gentle interest no matter what, captivated by the mundane and the glamour all the same.

of course, you’re amazed by him. his talent, his drive, is like nothing you’ve ever seen. even so, you see beyond all of that. you see him.

and that’s what matters most.

he can go out and be cheered, praised, adored by the world, but only you make him feel human. only you give him the comfort, the peace, the normalcy that he craves. you are his home. his safety zone.

somewhere along the way, he realized that’s all he really needs.

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avabisboring · 9 days ago

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pre-date!taehyung texts ☆

like and reblog if you enjoy it! ask is open 🫧🫧

N/A: nothing 😝 follow me, later i’ll update with my other acc but plssss give a chance im cool !!!!!

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stlllle · 25 days ago

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I hate when I go read a fanfic and it feels like I’ve already read every single version of that story. Nothing ever feels new anymore, it’s so frustrating 😔

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dreamescapeswriting · 9 months ago

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Every Beat of your Heart ~ JHS

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅WORD COUNT: 3.9K

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅GENRE: established relationships, military service, cute, fluffy, a little angst I guess, reader and hoseok being goals,

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅MASTERLIST

The dim glow of the bedside lamp flickers in the quiet room, casting soft shadows against the walls. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your fingers toying nervously with the edge of the blanket, watching Hoseok as he finished packing his duffle bag. The sound of zippers and rustling made you snap out of your daydream but it did nothing to cover the tension hovering between you both. Everything was strained that day, you'd been two minutes away from crying whenever he spoke to you. Nothing felt like you had enough time together and you knew the day had gone by faster than usual just to torture you.

Hoseok was moving slower than usual, as though each item he folded into the bag was another second of time slipping away, he hated this. All day he'd just wanted to spend in your arms but he had obligations all over the place, the guys wanted to see him, the fans wanted a live and he loved them he did...but you were his world. He wanted to spend his last few hours with you.

His normally bright, energetic personality was muted, weighed down by the reality that this was your last night together... for a long while, something neither of you was exactly pleased about. You'd been trying to come up with ways to look at this all positively but it was a little hard. You clear your throat softly, trying to break the silence that was surrounding you both.

“You’ve got everything?” Your voice was shakey as you stared at the back of your boyfriend's head. Hoseok glances over his shoulder, offering you a small, reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I think so.” He zips the bag shut with a finality that makes your chest tighten. It wasn't like you were going to be completely alone after this, you could still call and write letters but it wasn't going to be the same. None of it was going to be the same.

“It’s not like I’m going that far. I’ll be back before you know it.” He sent you a small smile before squeezing your thigh softly. You did your best to try and smile, but it falters and you tear up a little. You hated that you were doing this but you couldn't help it. It felt as though you were never going to see him right now.

You'd been the same when he went away on a world tour for the first time but you knew a schedule for that. This was all just new to you.

“I know.” You whisper a little. In reality, you knew he wasn't going to be away forever and the time would move a lot faster than you were imagining but it didn't make any of this easier for the two of you.

There’s a beat of silence before Hoseok walks over to you, dropping to his knees in front of the bed and smiling weakly. He takes your hands in his, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on the back of your hands as you stare down at your hands intertwined.

“Hey, we’ll be okay.” He promises you. Your eyes well up with tears despite your best efforts to hold them back, you didn't want to spend his last day with you crying the whole time. You didn't want to make this harder for him than it already was but the thought of waking up without him tomorrow was killing you inside. You were going to have to get used to living in silence, without his laughter filling the house. It felt unbearable.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” Your voice cracked as you shook your head. Hoseok leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath warm against your skin making you come out in goosebumps.

“I’m going to miss you, too. Every single second.” He smiles weakly and kisses your lips softly, the two of you leaning your foreheads on one another in silence.

You sit like that for a long moment, neither of you wanting to break the fragile bubble of peace you've created in the quiet. Your fingers tangle in his hair, your other hand resting on his cheek as if you can somehow memorize the feeling of him being close, the texture of his skin, the way he smells like warmth and comfort.

“I’m proud of you,” You whisper, your voice was once again, shaky.

“I’ll wait for you, no matter how long.” It was what you'd said to him after the boys found out they wouldn't be excluded from service and you would continue to remind him however long he needed to hear it. Hoseok’s eyes glisten under the low light as he pulls back just enough to look at you fully.

“You don’t have to wait too long. I’ll come back as soon as I can and before you even know it. You’re my priority, Y/N. I’ll be thinking of you every day.” He squeezes your hands softly and you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat as you try to focus on the right there and now.

“I’ll write to you. And send you things. Whatever you need.” You told him with a smile making him chuckle softly for the first time all day, a sound that instantly warmed your heart.

"I'll send you things too," He offered and you nodded at him, running your hands over his shirt as you looked at him.

“Just send me something that smells like you. That’s all I need.” You promised him, leaning forward and closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his. The kiss is slow, tender, filled with everything the two of you wanted to say but couldn't find the words to do so.

“I don’t want to go,” he admits quietly, his voice breaking just a little.

Your hands move through his hair, comforting and steady as you brush through the strands. It wouldn't be long until all of it was gone so you were trying to get your fill of it.

“I know. But we’ll make it through this.” You promised.

"And you know, having the house to myself might be nice," you tease as he pulls you into his arms, falling onto the bed with you as you cuddle into each other and enjoy your final night.

The days without Hoseok blur into one another until it had almost been a full month apart from each other. You were doing everything that you could to keep yourself busy, filling the empty spaces of your shared home with errands, work, and friends. But no matter how much you try to distract yourself, there are quiet moments—usually late at night—when the absence of him becomes unbearable to deal with. His side of the bed was always so much colder, the house quieter without his laughter.

Falling into the new routine was proving harder than you'd expected. For the first time in five years, you had to learn to sleep alone, and the bed felt miles too big, too empty for you. So you stacked pillows behind you for some kind of comfort, even spraying them with the aftershave you knew he loved.

The silence of the nights was deafening without the soft sound of Hoseok’s breathing beside you, you missed rolling over to listen to his heart. You missed waking up tangled in his legs in the mornings. Every night you tossed and turned around, clutching the pillow he used to sleep on, trying to find some comfort in the lingering scent of him. But it’s never the same. The room felt hollow, and every time she woke up, reaching out instinctively for him, you were hit with the stark and cold reminder that he wasn't there anymore.

The mornings weren't any easier either. You'd grown so used to your rituals—Hoseok making coffee while you lazily stayed in bed, his laughter filling the kitchen, the way he’d hum to himself when he thought no one was listening. The way he'd make sure to put your coffee in the fridge to cool it down since he knew you made your iced coffee after he'd gone to work and didn't like making it with ice because it watered it down too much. You missed coming home to fresh flowers on a Friday night when you'd finished work. Now, the house is filled only with the quiet hum of the fridge, and the once lively energy has dulled and the colour the fresh flowers bought you were dulled out. Everything just felt black and white.

Sighing you rolled over in the bed and grabbed your phone, glancing at your phone, opening up his last text again, the one he sent to you just before lights out.

HobiStar: "Missing you like crazy, but I’m okay. I’ll call as soon as I can. Don’t forget to eat well, and drink plenty, okay? Love you, always."

Your fingers hover over the keyboard, wanting to send another message, but you know he wouldn't see it for a while, every morning he was straight to training. Some days you were lucky enough to get a text and other times you weren't. Instead of replying, you shut the screen off with a sigh and walked over to the small table where you'd been collecting things for his care package.

You wanted to make sure he had something from home while he was there and you were trying to make sure all of it was perfect. It was your own little way of staying connected to him. You carefully folded up a sweatshirt you know he loves—the one that you used to steal from him when the nights were cold or when he went away on tour. You giggle a little to yourself as you remember all of the times he would pretend to be upset, only to toss it at you with a grin later.

Next, you placed a handful of snacks you'd picked out during a trip to the store: his favourite candies, a few protein bars, and some ramen that would remind him of home. You knew the food in the barracks must get monotonous, and these small comforts might help lift his spirits a little.

Your eyes wander over the table, landing on the bracelet you'd made last week, your heart fluttering a little at the thought of him wearing it - if he was even allowed. But it was just a simple bracelet, a few braided threads in his favourite colours, but it felt special to you and you knew it would to him too.

Lastly, you pulled out a small photo of the two of you together—one that you'd taken on a date not long before he left. In the picture, you were laughing, arms wrapped around each other, the sunlight catching Hoseok’s smile perfectly. Turning it over you quickly grabbed a pen and scribbled on to the back.

“So you don’t forget what we look like together. I’m waiting for you. Love, Y/N.”

Before sealing the package, you added in the long letter that you'd been writing all week long. It was something you'd poured your heart out into, promising him that you would make sure when he returned you'd have the home welcome for him. That you were going to throw a huge dinner party for him and his family to come along to and you couldn't wait to be able to cook for him again soon.

The door creaks open, and before you can even register the sound, you hear his voice—soft but unmistakable but it is him. He was home! You knew he'd been planning to come home that weekend but you thought you had more time to prepare for his visit.

“Y/N?” You drop the dish towel you were holding and rush to the entrance. Your heart races out of your chest as you finally see him standing there, looking just as you remembered but somehow different. His uniform is crisp, his posture a little more rigid, but it’s still Hoseok. The same warmth in his eyes, the same gentle smile you'd missed so much.

“Hoseok!” You practically scream, throwing yourself into his arms before he can take another step inside. He catches you - as he always did, his strong arms wrapping around you tightly as he buries his face in your shoulder. He took in a deep breath, he'd missed you being this close to him, he'd missed feeling you in his arms and most of all he missed your smell. Spraying your perfume on the sweatshirt you sent him just wasn't the same as the real you.

“I missed you,” he whispers into your neck, his voice thick with emotion. Small kisses were left up and down your skin, as you felt your legs shake a little, almost giving in and dropping against him.

“I missed you too,” You sniffle, holding him even tighter, as if afraid he might disappear if you were to let go. You take your time to breathe him in this time—the familiar scent of him mixed with the fabric of his military jacket—and it feels like a part of you that’s been missing has finally come home.

For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, holding each other in the doorway. Neither of you was moving, too scared that it would be over too soon if you were to move. There was no need for words, just the comfort of being together again after so long apart.

“You look good,” You say, smiling despite the tears gathering in your eyes. He looked so different but it was a good different. The selfies he was sending you didn't do him justice at all.

“Different, but good.” you giggle a little as a blush begins to creep its way onto your boyfriend's cheeks and he chuckles, a soft sound that makes your heart flutter.

“You think so? I feel exhausted.” You brushed your hands over his face and nodded a little,

“You must be.” Your hands drop to his chest, feeling the firmness of his uniform beneath your fingers.

“Come on, you need to rest.” You whispered. He nodded at you, but before you could move, his hands found yours again, squeezing gently and looking at you. He wanted to commit this all to memory, to really take in that he was home, at least for a little while.

“I really missed you,” he says again, more serious this time as he needs you to understand just how much. It was killing him not being able to see you.

“I missed you too, Hobi,” You whisper, using the nickname you know makes him smile and you nod, squeezing his hand again.

“But you’re home now. That’s all that matters.”

"But it's only-"

"You're here," You whispered. Cutting him off before he could complain that he didn't have long. You didn't care how long you had him, he could come home for five minutes and you would still cherish every single second with him before he went back. He was home and you were going to take care of him.

Later that evening, after Hoseok had showered and changed into more comfortable clothes, the two of you had found yourselves sitting on the couch, legs tangled together under a shared blanket, one he'd sent to you while away. Your head was resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a sound you'd missed more than he probably realised.

“Tell me everything,” You say softly, tracing small circles on his arm and looking up at him. The two of you had talked about his training before but that was only through letters, you wanted to hear all about it from him in person as well.

“How was it? Are you okay?” Hoseok lets out a long breath, his fingers dancing over your skin absentmindedly.

“It’s… hard. Different. But I’m managing.” He pauses, glancing down at you. It was hard for him not to see you every day or even the boys. He knew he got to see them on occasion but it didn't make any of it any easier.

“It’s weird, though. No matter how much happens there, my mind is always here. With you.” You felt your body heating up and you smiled, lifting your head slightly to look him in the eyes, you never wanted to take your eyes off him.

“I think about you all the time, too. It feels like something’s missing when you’re not here.” He leans down, kissing your forehead tenderly and closing his eyes for a second.

“I’ll be back for good before you know it.” The two of you cuddled together in silence a little while longer but you knew Hoseok was keeping his eyes on the clock. You could feel him checking it every so often and your heart sank when you realised why. He was probably counting down the minutes to when he was leaving you again.

“Do you have to go back soon?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, almost as if you were scared to ask him it. Hoseok sighs softly, his hand resting on the back of your neck.

“In a few days, yeah.” You smile. Days were better than you had been expecting so you nodded. You'd already called into work and told them you'd be out all weekend so you had time to spend with him.

“Then we’ll make the most of the time we have.” He pulls you closer to him and chuckles, his lips brushing against your temple as he nods a little.

“We always do.”

That night, the two of you fell asleep wrapped around each other, your limbs intertwined as if you were trying to make up for all the lost time when you hadn't slept together.

The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows over the military training facility, Hoseok couldn't stop the way his heart was racing as he waited for you. All week long felt like it had been torture, counting down the seconds to when he could finally go home and go home for good.

The air was thick with tension as soldiers said their goodbyes to each other, laughter and emotion swirling in the late afternoon breeze. After two years of service, today is the day—he’s finally discharged. No more long-distance calls, no more nights in the barracks. He’s going home and not just a visit.

Home. Home for good.

But first, he needed to find you.

You'd told him you were going to pick him up from the base but neither of you had realised just how busy it was going to be and how quickly you were going to get lost in the sea of people all coming to get their loved ones.

He glances around, searching through the sea of people. His uniform feels too stiff, his hands trembling with nerves. He knows you were there somewhere in the crowd, waiting for him, just as you had been through all the time you'd spent apart. His heart pounds harder with every step as he scans the faces of those around him, anxiety creeping up when he doesn’t immediately spot you.

“Y/N…” he whispers to himself, his voice lost in the buzz of the crowd. He hadn't been this needy to see you since the first time he went away on a world tour and had to come home to you.

Meanwhile, you rushed through the training grounds, your heart pounding in your chest. This day was everything you'd been waiting for, everything you'd been dreaming about, counting down the days to when you finally had your man back. But now that it’s finally here, you can hardly contain your emotions. Ever since you'd woke up that morning you'd been crying on and off. You'd had to pull over on the drive here because you couldn't see through your tears.

Even now tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you move faster, your eyes darting frantically, trying to spot him among the rows of uniforms.

Where is he?

Your hands shake as you grip your phone, his last text open on the screen. “I’ll be out soon. Wait for me, love.” You look up, panic rising when you don't see him right away, you knew he was here, there was no way he wasn't here but not seeing him was making your chest tighten more and more. But you kept moving, pushing through the crowd, knowing that you'll eventually find each other. You always did.

Suddenly, as if drawn by some invisible force, your eyes lock across the distance, your smile spreading from ear to ear as you see him. Time seems to slow, the noise of the crowd fading into the background as everything else melts away. Hoseok’s breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he can’t move. He stands there, frozen, as if his body can’t quite believe it’s real. But then, without thinking, his feet start moving, faster and faster.

At the same time, you feel your heart leap into your throat and you start running, the crowd parting like waves as you sprint toward him. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, tears streaming down your face, but none of it matters, you don't care who saw you crying right now. He’s right there, and after two years of waiting, nothing can stop you from reaching him.

Like in the movies, the two of you crash into each other with a force that nearly knocks you both off balance. Hoseok’s arms wrap tightly around you, lifting you off the ground as he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in. Your hands clutch the back of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer, your heart racing as if it’s trying to make up for all the time you've spent apart.

“Hoseok,” You whisper, her voice breaking as you break down into tears.

“You’re here… you’re really here.” You whimpered, sniffling a little as he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes shining with tears, his hands cupping your face as he ran his thumb under your eyes.

“I’m home,” he breathes, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’m home, and I’m never leaving you again.” He vowed to you.

Before either of you could say another word, your lips crashed together in a desperate, passionate kiss. It’s a kiss that speaks of every missed moment, every sleepless night and every unspoken word you'd held onto for two long years. Hoseok holds you as if he were afraid you were going to disappear, pouring all of his love, and all of his longing into the kiss.

When the two of you finally pull apart, both breathless, Hoseok presses his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your face.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers, his voice trembling with the weight of his feelings.

“I missed you more,” You giggled, your eyes once again filling with fresh tears.

“I thought about you every day. Every minute.”

“I know,” Hoseok says softly, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

"I love you, baby." He whispered, bringing you into him and holding onto you tightly. The two of you forgot all about the other soldiers who were reuniting and getting lost in each other.

"I love you too...I-I...I told your family to be home in four hours." You whispered to him,

"It only takes an hour to get home-"

"I know," You smirk at him, you just wanted some time along with him before you had to share him with everyone else again.

"Then let's not waste time," he smirks grabbing your hand and following you out to the parking lot.

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starbandit · 1 year ago

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Sticky (J.H.S)

Preview: You gulped, swallowing down all the thoughts that flooded your brain. You wanted to pounce on him, something animalistic was growing inside of you.

contains- teasing, slight degradation, small amount of ass slapping/spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, dom!hoseok, dirty talk, begging, established relationship 18+ MDI!

word count - 2.8k/unedited

You held your breath as you typed in the code to the studio. Hoseok had left early in the morning, while the sun was still working its way into the sky and the morning dew was still hugging the grass. He didn’t leave before giving you a soft kiss on the forehead, and a gentle tuck of the blankets though. He loved the way you curled up closer to his side, stealing any of the left over body heat.

You wanted to surprise him with a late night snack,you had a little craving for ice cream and wanted to share the sweet treat with him.You had picked up some ice cream on your way over and snuck into the Hybe building. The door unlocked with a click and you silently pushed the door open, hoping you wouldn't give up the surprise too soon.

Only, the room is empty when you open the door all the way. Hobi’s computer is powered off, the chair is neatly pushed in, everything is perfectly in its place and shut down. Did he leave while you were on your way over? No, you would have crossed paths at some point, right? Maybe he had stepped out for a minute and would be back. You took a deep breath before your brain started to feed you extreme thoughts. Kidnapping, him cheating, all of it rushed in at once before you shut the door and made your way down the hall. There was one more place he could be.

As you approached the practice room, you could hear the loud and heavy beats of music. You weren’t sure how he hadn’t damaged his hearing yet with how loud the music was, but you creeped in, trying not to be spotted and sat on the couch in the corner of the practice room and admired your boyfriend.

He was staring himself down in the mirror, examining every small step he made. Each one was done with practiced confidence, perfect execution. You would never not be amazed at how his body went from moving in a wave, like he had absolutely no bones, to these extreme sharp movements in an instant.

Soon enough, Hoseok stopped dancing and instead crouched down to check his phone. It wasn’t until he looked into the mirror that he spotted you. His face instantly lit up, a large smile growing as he stood back up. “Baby!” He squealed out as he rushed towards you. “When did you get here?”

You giggled as he cupped your face and planted tiny kisses all over your cheeks and forehead. He caught you in a warm kiss, soft and innocent. You smiled against his lips before he pulled away.

“I brought ice cream.” You smiled as he made a surprised expression, mouth forming a cute ‘O’ shape.

Hoseok smiled and pulled you into a hug. He was sweaty, his shirt damp from the hours he spent dancing. He gave you a tight squeeze, rocking from side to side. “Thank you.” He planted yet another kiss on the top of your head before releasing you to dig into the ice cream.

The two of you enjoyed the ice cream, both giggling as you stole bites of the other's flavor. Conversation flowed naturally as Hoseok talked about his day, all the hard work he had put into his set, and how he was so excited for you to see how it turned out. He listened as you rambled on about your day as well, nodding along with the conversation as you talked about annoying co-workers and wanting to stay in bed all day.

“I’m going to run through one more time and then I’ll head home with you,” Hoseok moved to clean up the empty ice cream cups. “Does that sound okay, baby?”

Your heart fluttered at the pet name. No matter how long you had been together, it still made you feel like the day you started dating. You hummed in confirmation and nodded your head. “I’ll be cheering you on, like always.”

He smiled and finished cleaning up, before running back over to the mirrors and tapping play on his playlist. You watched him carefully as he ran through, making it about halfway before his actions made your heart race. You watched as the mirror began to fog up, you could see the sweat beading on his face.

Hoseok reached down and tugged his shirt off, throwing it off to the side as he continued to dance. His soft abs flexed with every movement. The blood rushed to your face and you felt your cheeks growing hot. Sweat glistened on his skin, dripping down and highlighting every section of his abs, all the way down to the thin layer of hair that dipped below his waistband.

You gulped, swallowing down all the thoughts that flooded your brain. You wanted to pounce on him, something animalistic was growing inside of you.

Suddenly, the music stopped and Hoseok was stood in front of you. He crouched down next to you and silently captured you in a kiss. It was soft and warm, a stark contrast to the dance you had just watched him perform. It was always warm with Hoseok, something you could melt into in an instant. You did so, easily falling into his touch and the softness of his lips.

His hands held you gently, a small hum sounding from him as you moved closer to dig your hands into his hair. Your hands made their way to the back of his head, your fingers tangling in the sweaty strands. You gave them a gentle tug, something you knew Hoseok enjoyed.

He let out a small whimper at the movement and you quickly captured his bottom lip in a light nibble. You whined quietly as he pulled away from the kiss, not yet untangling your fingers from his locks. “Come on, let's go home.” Hoseok said quietly, moving to help pull you up.

You shook your head, fighting the movement. You wanted, no, needed him now. You weren’t going to wait for however long it took you to walk home. You pulled him down into another kiss, this time growing much hotter. Your hands gripped his hair, tugging at the locks a little harsher this time, and deepened the kiss. Your tongue peaked into his mouth, tasting the remaining sweetness of the ice cream on his tongue.

Hoseok smirked against your lips as he pulled away. “That impatient?” He questioned in a teasing tone. He shook his head. “Such a needy baby.” He gently tugged you closer, tugging you into his lap after he sat on the ground. You could feel his growing erection against your heat, the thin shorts he had on covered absolutely nothing. You sighed at the feeling, rocking your hips forward in a slow grind as you leaned in for another kiss.

Hoseok gently cupped your face, taking control of the kiss this time. He kissed you a little too soft, a little too slow, just enough to keep you wanting more. Each time you tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled back slightly. He was teasing you, like a bird taunts a cat through the window. He did it for long enough to draw a needy whine out of your throat before he fully kissed you, capturing you in a red hot, messy kiss.

You moaned at the feeling, your hands reaching up to find purchase on his bare chest. You melted into the kiss, allowing Hoseok to paint your mouth with his tongue. His kisses were intoxicating, your brain buzzing with the feeling and taste of him. The subtle sweetness mixed with his natural taste was enough to soak your underwear.

“Couldn’t even let me finish my work,” Hoseok snaked his hand between the two of you, fingers dancing over your clothed center. “You were that desperate for my cock, hm?” He teased as he pushed your hair to the side with his other hand. His head dipped down to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck. “Such a needy little baby.”

“Hoseok,” You whimpered as he rubbed small circles over your clothed clit. Your hips twitched forward, searching for more friction. “Hobiii,” Your eyebrows furrowed together.

He hummed against your skin, trailing his tongue from the base of your neck up to your ear. “What is it, baby? What do you want?” He nibbled on the outside of your ear, a shiver snuck its way now your back at the sensation.

“You, I want you.”

Hoseok chuckled. “Be specific.”

Your ears grew hot. You could be specific. Tell him about how you want him to strip you naked and eat your pussy like it was his last meal, wanted him to sink his fingers deep into you and massage the spot that made you see stars. You could tell him how you wanted to ride him, bounce on his cock until you were shaking and out of breath.

But that isn’t what came out of your mouth. “I want you to fuck me, please, fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“Come on,” Hoseok withdrew his hand and bounced his leg to get you to stand. You stood up and followed Hoseok. He led you to the front of the room, straight in front of the large mirror that sprawled across most of the wall. He quickly grabbed his discarded shirt and folded it, placing it in front of the mirror. “On your hands and knees.”

You froze for a second before a smack on your ass made you jump. “I said, on your hands and knees, or do I need to force you?” Hoseok questioned. You quickly dropped to your knees, falling onto the shirt. You watched as Hoseok pulled his shorts and boxers off at once, kicking them across the floor. Saliva built up in your mouth as you stared at his cock, tip pretty pink and shiny with precum.

It wasn’t long before Hoseok dropped to his knees as well and pulled your pants down, the waistband settling in the crevices of your knees. “I want you to watch.” He gently tugged on your hair to make you pick up your head. You locked eyes in the mirror, your stomach fluttering with nerves as you watched him. Your arms shook as he placed a hand on your ass and used the other one to drag his cock up and down your pussy. You watched as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, admiring you. “Hobi, please,” You whimpered as you pushed back slightly, trying to get him to do something.

His hand pulled away before coming down again, a sharp smack sounding through the room. You winced as he rubbed his hand over the area, soothing the hot skin. “So needy,” He muttered under his breath as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock before plunging in.

A moan ripped its way through your body as he settled into place. Your arms shook before crumpling under you, your cheek making contact with the cold floor. Hoseok gave you a few thrusts, hips moving with practiced ease, hitting every spot that made your eyes roll back. You whimpered with every movement.

Hoseok's grip tightened on your hip, pulling you back with each movement to meet him. His other hand trailed up your back, fingertips tickling the skin and making you wiggle with every touch. His hand landed under your shirt, skin hot and burning your back the longer it sat there. He stayed for a few moments before his hand retreated from under your shirt and moved over the fabric, finding its way up the back of your neck and into your hair. His fingers tangled into the locks, twisting them over his hand and tugging hard. A whimper flew out of your mouth as he tugged again, this time enough to get you to push back up to your hands and stay there.

“Good girl,” He growled out a small praise. “Look in the mirror, watch yourself.”

You were a mess. You caught a fuzzy glimpse of yourself in the mirror, the glass was fogging back up, moisture beading and dripping. Your lips were bitten red and glossy, the color matched the deep blush of your cheeks. Drool glistened and stained your chin, sweat dripped down your neck and painted the hickeys Hoseok had so graciously left on your neck. Your eyes were glassy and pupils blown, eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure.

Your eyes flickered to Hoseok, who was intensely watching your every move. An animalistic glint glossed over his eyes and a smirk painted his face as he delivered a particularly deep thrust. You tightened around him, watching as his jaw clenched and a groan pushed its way out of his body.

Every roll of his hips brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. The drag of his cock over your walls made your thighs shake. You pressed back in desperation, trying to get him impossibly closer, deeper. Tears welled up in your eyes as you gasped, chasing the high that was just out of reach.

“Poor baby, do you want to cum?” Hoseok wiggled his hips before stopping his movements, cock nestled deep in your pussy. “Pretty girl, are you close?” He released your hair, gently combing through the sweaty strands.

You whimpered and nodded. “Please, wanna cum.” You pushed back against him. The heat was dissipating with every second. “Please, Hoseok, I can’t.” You let out a broken moan.

“I wanna watch you do it, fuck yourself on my cock, baby.” He planted another smack on your ass.

Tears welled up in your eyes again as you tried to find a messy rhythm. You rocked yourself back on Hoseok’s cock, moving your hips in an attempt to hit the same spots he was. A frustrated whine left your lips as you desperately tried to chase your high back, the heat slowly building up once more in your abdomen.

You continued until you were out of breath and collapsed forward with a pathetic moan. “Too tired, baby?” Hoseok reached forward to gently stroke your hair. You gave a small nod. His features softened before his grip on your hips tightened. “You were so close, huh?” He rolled his hips forward once more. He clicked his tongue and let out a breath. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

You had never agreed to anything faster. Hoseok immediately picked up where he had left off, moving his hips in ways you could only dream of and hitting spots that made you see stars. His hands danced from your hips, snaking around until his fingers found your clit.

“Fuck, fuck,” A guttural moan ripped through your body. The heat in your abdomen grew as Hoseok rubbed the bundle of nerves. “I-i’m gonna cum, please don’t stop.”

“Cum for me, baby.” Hoseok grunted. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass grew louder. “Cum on my cock, I know you want to.”

“S-shit.” Your whole body shook as your orgasm washed over you, your pussy spasming around Hoseok's cock. Your vision went white and your ears began ringing as you let out a loud, pornographic moan.

You heard Hoseok let out a string of curse words, his hips stuttering forward in a messy rhythm. “Gonna fucking,” He let out a strangled moan, “Fill you up so good.” You gasped as he released, hot cum painting your insides. That alone was almost enough to push you into another orgasm, almost.

Hoseok stayed where he was for a few moments and drew small circles over the exposed skin on your lower back. “You ready?” He questioned softly. He waited for a hum of confirmation before slowly pulling out of you. The cum dripped down your thigh as you collapsed to the ground, groaning at the soreness in your muscles. You were thankful of the shirt Hoseok had placed below you, it had both saved your knees from more pain and was going to make for easier clean up.

Hoseok hushed you as he wiped you clean with the discarded shirt before wiggling your pants back up over your hips. He gave your ass a soft pat before moving to get redressed himself, digging through his bag to find a fresh t-shirt.

He wasn’t about to let you sleep on the floor, instead coaxing you up with promises of a nice bath and a head massage at home. He giggled and cooed over your tired expression as you stood up, dodging a playful slap from you at the teasing. Hoseok admired your features for a few moments longer before you two set off back home. He couldn’t believe you were his, his pretty baby.

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seokiesprettygirl · 5 months ago

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Red String 5 - Finale | JHS

!Warning - 18+ partially smut, mention of assault

He didn’t move at first. At all. He just stared into the abyss for a second and let out a loud sigh. He wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you all of it but he was so terrified of you being too fragile. To not be able to take any of it in, to not take it seriously at all.

He walked up to you, he looked you in the eyes slowly moving even closer. Finally holding onto your shoulder, his fingers dug into it he leaned forward and lined up his lips with your ear. You swallowed out loud, shivers has gone down your spine. You shouldn’t have said anything and now he is being insane. Driving you crazy.

‘I am going to make you mine’ he whispered and lingered around your ear for another second. You were frozen. Just standing there not believing anything. You weren’t sure if this was one of your dreams, if any of this was happening. He finally moved away from you and looked you in the eye. After that one of those wide heart shaped smiles followed like nothing happened a second ago and he started moving forward again, making sure you are following.

You weren’t opposed to the idea he just presented, but you couldn’t believe how crazy it made you feel. Nearly unable to move, as your body still in shock you forced your legs to keep going. What did he mean by that. How would you be his, was this a threat? Was this supposed to be romantic? You couldn’t stop all the questions rushing through your head as you followed behind him, down the incline of the hill.

He was really angry with himself now. Because he couldn’t resist letting you in, on HIS plan. It was supposed to be your plans first. He was supposed to be in the background, helping you stand back up on your feet only for him to be able to sweep them form under you again. But you were so impatient, so persistent. So needy. He kept walking forward thinking what his next move will be. Would he just sit you down and explain himself or would he just let you be and see what things lead. Even if that means you ending up in his arms tonight. He agreed with himself in his mind and turned around to see if you were still following. And you were, steadily moving forward against the rough terrain.

‘Do you need a break? Are you okay?’ the silence stopped and you have been pulled out of your deep thoughts. You looked up from your shoes and saw his delicate smile and soft eyes staring at you.

‘No, I’m okay. Although this fresh air has had my appetite come back’ you chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood a little bit and move on from whatever the before was. As you said that, your stomach growled out loud and Hoseok instinctively looked down to it. ‘Very hungry’ you laughed shyly and held your stomach for a second.

‘It’s not Seoul so there aren’t a lot of restaurants around here but we could drive up few minutes to get to a smaller place if you don’t mind?’ of course you didn’t mind. You were starving and also eager to spend more time with him. To get to know him, see what he’s like. What would he order. Calm down your brain with all the questions you woke up with. Maybe you could get some of them answered, if you just spend a little time paying attention to him.

‘Sounds great. Anything would sound great now’ you admitted and you saw him extending his arm further out ot you and you accepted the invitation. Holding onto his hand you both marched a little faster towards the cabin.

***

You sat in front of him and couldn’t stop staring at his face. He was just so handsome and also there was just something about his face. It lit up, it was like this familiar place you knew from somewhere. Intrigued, forgetting about your worries the two of you order a bunch of different dishes and side dishes and a coffee each. He knew how much you loved it, how much you couldn’t live without it and you lasted few days without begging for caffeine.

‘Your beloved coffee huh?’ he chuckled, when you took the first sip of the flat white and your face just melted into the mug. You looked so peaceful and alive again. In your element, back to yourself. Rosy cheeks from the cold outside sticking out from the coffee cup had him just stare at you and enjoy.

‘I can’t live without it, seriously’ you admitted after you finished the taste test.

‘I remember’ he chuckled to himself again. He wouldn’t stop looking at you too. It was like neither of you actually saw each other before. Inspecting every inch, every move, every habit.

‘Thank you for helping me out. I never expected any of this, I also never expected things to get so severe at work. I thought he was just playing, he wouldn’t actually..’ you shook your head and your voice broke when you started talking about your boss.

‘If I’m honest, I wasn’t overthinking any of it when you worked downstairs but the second I saw you on his floor I knew he would cause trouble. I know him for years. We used to be childhood friends but I cut ties with him after the first restraining order’ Hoseok slowly opening to you made feel a little bit better. ‘Unfortunately my firm represents so many businesses, one of my managing directors took him years ago and we couldn’t drop him because of the reputation. It’s all politics within the corporate world really’ he let a loud sigh out and sat back in his chair, leaning on the back rest.

‘I would of sworn you had wings that night, when you smacked his face’ you joked but you did actually see a pair of red string wings coming out of his back when he came to save you. You were sure it was just act of your brain, trying to stay sane and not snap in the circumstance but it felt really real.

‘I think I would have known if I had a pair’ he joked, trying to look at his own back and shoulders. It was really nice, relaxing, light hearted.

You both dug into the food the second the waitress brought it out from the kitchen. Both starving, enjoying every bit and sharing it together. You feeding him bits of yours, him giving you your favourite bits from his dish. Not knowing what was coming. Your heard his phone buzz few times. His face changed and he pulled his phone out.

‘What do you want?’ he snapped to the phone instantly, without even moving from the chair. You were trying to read his face but he looked pissed. Angry. His jaw stiffened, his palm turned into a fist.

‘I don’t care. You have crossed the line again and I told you after last time that this is it. I will be dropping you’ he continued, angrily flipping a napkin that he took from the table.

‘You should be happy that she won’t get you investigated or sued’ he added again, now looking up at you and realising that you are just right there in front of him, hearing every word. You were confused. Slowly pulling away from the table. Because it didn’t feel safe. Because you felt like you knew exactly who he was talking to and the fact that he had his number and was happy to pick it up. You were overthinking again, not knowing the background, not knowing it all.

‘Do not contact me again’ he finally snapped and ended the call and put his phone down. You looked terrified and he was cursing himself under his breath.

‘I am so sorry you had to witness this. As I said, I only had a business relationship with him’ you were confused. Why didn’t he report him to the police, why did he continue to meet up with Yoon. It was obvious to you, it was a simple decision. And if that would have happened, Yoon would have been locked in and you would never have been assaulted.

‘Why didn’t you go to the police if you knew what he was like?’ you sounded cold, the look on your face changed now, looking at Hoseok with distrust and anger.

‘Because I found out from his personal lawyer, I didn’t actually know any of the girls this happened to before. We all have NDAs in place. As I said, it’s all politics up there. But I promise you…’he reached out for your hand, but you didn’t move it. You didn’t accept his hand either. ‘I promise you, it will end now. He will never be able to get to you. I promise’ he kept repeating himself but he knew he fucked up. He shouldn’t have picked up the call at all, or maybe leave to talk outside. At the same time he wasn’t a man who would keep secrets away from you, so it seemed like the most honest he could have been.

‘I actually don’t know that much about you. What if this is a set up? What if you two work together? Have you ever done this before? Have you brought anyone with you here before?’ you were starting to spiral again. And he could tell the anxiety was taking over you.

‘No. I never get involved. With anything or anyone. I have a stable job, fuck ton of money I will never be able to spend. I love my job. Did you at any point feel unsafe around me?’ he was trying to patch things up. And maybe, just maybe it was the right time to reveal the plan. His plan.

‘No, until now’ you admitted, looking at him with a worry in your eye.

‘Y/n…’ he said softly and grabbed your hand from the table. You didn’t back out, but let him do it. Locked your eyes with his seeking answers in his eyes.

‘What did you mean before…’ you knew it was the right time to ask. Because he was an open book all of a sudden, soft and ready to give you the world.

‘When?’ he was pretending to be confused. But he knew exactly what you meant.

‘Up on the hill’ you answered nearly immediately.

‘Let’s go’ he said, let go of your hand and starting putting his coat back on. You were confused. Left on read. Left without an answer, but as soon as he started dressing up, you followed his lead. You didn’t ask any questions. He said you were going, so you were going. Which was wearing because you were always so independent and if you didn’t agree with a plan, you wouldn’t just follow. Just because. He has quickly paid at the counter and grabbed your writs and walked you out of the restaurant. The both of you slowly walked towards the car and he was about to open the door of the passenger seat for you, but you stopped him and got in between him and the door.

‘Tell me, please’ you whispered, seeking answers in his eyes. He looked away for a second, trying to restrain himself. But you were too eager again. He took air into his lungs and leaned forward. Slowly pushing your back onto the car, you leaning on his car, him getting closer and closer to you. He slowly grabbed you by your waist, the other hand leaning on the car right next to your neck. He started into your eyes for a second and licked his lips. And his magic lip mole nearly started shining there, because all you could think of was kissing him again. But this time you didn’t move and not even a second later his lips were on yours. It wasn’t soft or delicate. He was pushing your aggressively towards the car, your back digging into the door, his tongue slipped between your lips. You let out a short moan and received his kiss, grabbing onto his jacket and pulling him even closer to you, if that was possible. The kissing didn’t stop. He just kept going and going, until you started to tremble under his touch.

‘Let’s go’ he breathed out and moved away from you, walked around the car and got into the driver seat. You followed, urgently getting through the door you two were blocking a few seconds ago. He started the engine, waited for you to get your seatbelt on and he put his hand on your thigh. You gulped and just stared at him. Driving with one hand, smoothly leading the way whilst his other hand was slowly tightening around your leg. It was sending you into an absolute state and you were really close to getting his hand off, just to give you a little break from the intensity of the situation. It took him half the time back to the cabin than the other way around, he parked the car and nearly running like got out of the car. He helped you out and just for a split second he leaned you over the car door again.

‘Are you sure you want to find out?’ he whispered with now lower voice than ever, which has sent shivers down your entire body and you just felt yourself getting wet.

‘Mhm’ you nodded and bit your lip, which he quickly pecked and grabbed your hand again. There was no protest on your side. It’s almost like all of this was lingering between the two of you for months before the assault. Like it was always meant to happen but he has never made the move to ask you out or even have a proper conversation. You followed his steps.

***

There was no more questions asked, he let you undress from your shoes and coat whilst he started the fire in the living space, where the sofa was facing the beautiful view of the mountains. You have taken your outer wear off and put your phone on the table in the kitchen which was connected to the living area. You looked around, pretending like you had no idea what was about to go down but in reality you kind of knew. Partially anyway.

The fire was started, Hoseok got up from in front of the fire place. His face was different. Different than you have seen it before. His gaze and eyes were dark, filled with something you couldn’t describe. He started slowly moving towards you, like you were his prey. You tried not to giggle, but the intensity was getting you nervous and this was your first reaction. He finally walked up to you and pulled your waist to himself.

‘I couldn’t stop thinking about you, since I made you drop that coffee back in October’ he murmured under his breath.

‘It was actually September’ you have corrected him, amused by his words. Because when you thought about it, he was around in your mind ever since too. His cologne in random places, him brining you coffee. He was there for weeks now.

‘I was just waiting for a sign, hair flick, a flirtatious joke’ he added quickly after, ignoring the correction.

You were shook. So he felt like that about you from the start? Even when you looked him up on your phone and he caught you red handed. Even when you were hangover out of your mind.

‘But you didn’t give me anything to work with. Apart from that once when our hands brushed’ he remembered every detail. Every second spent with you.

‘And somehow yet here I am, locked in this cabin with you and you can take whatever you want’ you wouldn’t stop interrupting him but this was his que. He looked down now, licking his lips as he kept staring into your eyes. It felt electric now and the intensity was getting to you, so you started to blush and look away. You were so brave few seconds before, inviting him in and now you were lost for words.

He started slowly kissing your cheek, your nose and finally got to your lips, which you have opened ever so slightly. He didn’t have to rush or stop himself anymore. You were there and you were his to take and claim. You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled yourself closer, deepening the kiss. He didn’t hesitate after this, swiftly lifted you up and slowly sat you on the back rest of the sofa. You have wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

Tugging on your shirt, you put your hands up and he managed to get both layers you had on leaving just the bra on. He didn’t even look where he dropped the shirt, he just threw it behind him and hastily took his own one. You gasped, seeing his defined muscles of his chest and his arms that you haven’t had a chance to see before. Honey coloured skin, slightly tanned right in front of you to enjoy. You were about to say something, but he shushed you with his lips against yours again. When he realised the backrest of the sofa might end up being problematic, he’s lifted you again and carried you to the other side to actually lay you on the sofa itself. As he has done so, he has unzipped your trousers and pulled them together with your underwear. It was a quick pull and I don’t think either of you expected it, but the way he looked at you dropping your clothes to the floor made your heart race even more.

‘Fuck’ he growled and he has undone his trousers, which were visibly getting too tight for him. The hungry looked has now taken over you, and your pupils all blown looking YET to be fucked, but your face begging for his attention. He has leaned into the sofa next to you, and you immediately pulled him closer to yourself, forgetting that either of you might need air and just devouring his lips. Open mouth kisses has started the second he touched your breast, forgetting to take the bra off. He has swiftly moved it down exposing both of them. That’s when it stopped. He looked one of your nipples and completely froze.

‘You have a mole. Right there’ he pointed out, softly touching your skin. You looked at your nipple and back up at him and nodded with confusion. ‘I have something that matches’ he’s whispered and his lip mole became one with the one on your nipple. You threw your head back, not expecting the move from him, closed your eyes and let yourself enjoy the moment. It has become his new favourite spot of your body, where the moles meet. You could feel him getting harder and harder in his underwear that was pressed against your stomach. So you decided to make it a little bit more difficult for him, putting your hand inside of his underwear and stroking his dick. At the same time you have felt yourself slowly dripping down to the sofas fabric, your heat asking for attention. You whined, because he was so attentive, sending you into overdrive by only sucking and kissing one of your nipples. He smirked with it in his mouth and finally pulled away, feeling your hand in his underwear.

‘Impatient’ he noticed and he got up from the sofa, swiftly slid his underwear off and his dick sprung out slapping his stomach. Ready. Begging for more attention. But he decided to torture you and he just looked at you, standing there fully naked looking at you, the mess he created.

‘Stop teasing’ you answered grumpy, realising how needy you have become in the span of few minutes. He smirked again and walked back to the sofa, spread both of your legs open and started teasing you at your entrance.

‘Don’t even need a pre workout’ he mumbled amazed by how incredibly wet you have become.

‘You have been pre working me out since yesterday’ you answered, getting more and more frustrated by his tease. But then he just grabbed you, slid you slightly lower on the sofa so you were fully levelled and walked up. Instead of standing towards the bottom side of your body, he moved up and pulled your chin down, opening your mouth wider and slid himself into your mouth. Not expecting it but ready you started working around his dick in your mouth and he instantly threw his head back, waited few seconds and just started fucking your throat. He didn’t give you a chance to show your efforts, sliding in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. But he couldn’t last long like that, so he pulled out aggressively and lined himself up to your entrance, slowly entered you and grabbed your hip with one hand and then the back of your neck with the other. He was a gentleman after all so he waited for you to relax around him and then started slowly moving up and down inside you. Not too fast, only teasing for a bit. His chin hovering above your face, as he was biting down on his teeth, trying to stop himself from going insane and letting go of any breaks.

‘Just let go of it’ you whispered, kissing his chin. His sharp features. His face that was the stable mountain of your life. He looked down on you, locked your eyes with yours and kissed the tip of your nose.

‘Not yet’ he whispered back, quickly pecked your lip and started kissing the side of your neck. Slowly picking up the pace, you wrapped yourself around him, his body resting on your lazily moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you. The slow build up was driving you crazy and he knew what he was doing. Because he was teasing the both of you. But he wanted to savour it, he wanted to slowly build it up with you, like he was about to build his life with you. You dug your fingers into his back, and that was what got him over the line. His breaks snapped, just like his hips started to snap in and in and out of you, hitting all of the right spots inside you. When he felt you clenching around him, he stopped and pulled out. Turned you around and lifted your ass up, sticked himself back in and started going at it even faster. Holding your hair in his hand now and gripping your hip. You couldn’t protest, you couldn’t do anything because it was so fucking good. It felt so right, it felt like home. Like two souls finally connecting. But those thoughts didn’t last long because you felt yourself getting really close again and so felt he. Without hesitation, stopping his hips he pulled out again and grabbed you from the sofa and sat you up on the table in the kitchen right next to it, spread your legs wide enough and slid inside. Pants, groans and whines filled the room, all of the rooms in the cabin.

‘Please, let me just..’ you were begging for a finish. But he was restless, slowing himself down in and out of you and speeding up the pace to keep himself far away from release. But you started to feel the weight of the intensity of the situation and you were becoming oversensitive now. You were teased too many times and your body was in desperate need of release.

‘I won’t let you, until you say it’ he growled back, between the strokes. Your brain wasn’t in a place to work well but you were confused. What did he need to hear. So you just stayed quiet for a little while, kissing his skin where you could as he was speeding up the pace. Your brain started to feel fuzzy, the room started getting darker and you were so close to the edge.

‘Hoseok, Hoseok jaebal…’ you moaned, as you were getting seconds away from your orgasm. And he let you. Without thinking you guess the words he was waiting for and the second you reached your high and tightened around him even more he reached his, spilling inside you and releasing huge moan out of his throat. He kept pounding into you for a few more seconds, slowing down the pace and finally pulled out. Your ass was hurting from sitting down on that table, your legs felt like they were bent all possible angles but you felt insane high.

‘Come here’ he instantly grabbed you, wrapped you around himself and walked into the shower. You didn’t protest. You let him take care of you, like he did the past few days but on a different level now. He made sure the water was warm enough, he slowly washed your body, taking care of all the sore spots. As he was washing your legs, his hair got wet from the shower and he looked up to you. That’s when you realised, he was telling the truth. Him down on his knees washing your legs, wet hair, defined muscles, gorgeous almond eyes. You were his. There was no way you could look at anyone else ever, the way you looked at him. You didn’t really know what happened, because the sex was great and it felt amazing but it wasn’t anything insane. Anything new. Yet it felt new. It felt completely different.

‘I am so tired’ you let out a big sigh as he got up and started washing his own body.

‘I know, jagiya. Let me just wash my hair real fast’ he answered, thinking you meant you were tired now.

‘I am just tired of everything Hoseok. I can’t stand looking at myself. He has taken so much from me’ you started to break as you were saying all of those things that were haunting you the past few days. He looked concerned and stopped washing his hair, with shampoo still all over his hands and head he moved closer to you.

‘I will make him pay. Look at me. You are perfect and he is going to pay. I promise’ he looked straight into your eyes, almost looking into your soul and grabbed you. Pulled you close to himself and wrapped his arms around you. Both naked bodies, but felt so familiar. He kissed the top of your head and your forehead.

‘You promise?’ you weren’t convinced, thinking about his conversation with Yoon earlier that day.

‘I would make the entire world pay, if they hurt you’ he admitted and pulled your chin up so he could kiss your lips. Within 24hours he became your fortress. Your home. Your everything. You had no idea that it could have just happen over night like that. But seeing him defend you, remembering all of the good mornings and coffees you had.

***

‘Are you ready?’ you shouted from a huge walk in wardrobe as you finished putting lip gloss on.

‘One second, just getting my tie’ his voice came from the other side of the apartment.

‘You don’t need a tie. They are my best friends but you don’t have to be formal’ you answered amused by the way he was stressing. The kitchen table was set, minimalistic style around the entire place. Very different to what you lived in by yourself, very cold. You still thought it needed a little bit more cosy to make it feel like home, Hoseok complained every time you would bring something remotely cosy in.

The door went and you walked towards it, to open it up.

‘Wait up’ you’ve heard his voice from behind you, him walking fast. He was such an official host. He needed to be there with you to greet your friends. You gave him few more seconds and you started opening the door, when you felt his hands around your shoulder. ‘Let me’ and he moved you to the side, and opened the door.

Both Sam and Grace stood in the door, looking really excited to see you. Not seeing Hoseoks face up close before they both looked at each other suggestively and walked inside hugging you.

‘It’s so nice to finally have you back. It’s been like three months! How can you hide for so long. And him?!’ Grace laughed, pointing at Hoseok who politely waited with the door open.

‘We understand why you didn’t want to share for so long, but you know we missed you’ Sam joked and had Hoseok blush, shutting the door behind her.

‘Come in come in, food is all ready!’ you hugged both of them and let them to the kitchen and Hoseok followed, slowly behind them. Took their coats when they were ready to drop them and got both of their chairs. You rolled your eyes, because he was incredibly well behaved and he was like that around you even though you wanted him to make it less official and more friends like than a business meeting.

He acted very different and he seemed really stressed.

‘Babe, sit down’ you said seeing him pant around for a bit before he moved towards the table.

‘Ah yes, sorry sorry’ the food was already waiting on the plates.

All four of you tucked in, enjoying the food and the wine that was prepared. You didn’t do it. It was all Hoseoks doing. He said he wanted to make sure it was perfect. But you were just meeting your best friends and were so confused why was he so nervous and so official.

When everyone finished eating, he took everyone’s plates and sat back down with another bottle of wine.

‘Grace, Sam’ he started and you were puzzled. What was this weird speech. Up until now he was very light hearted and joked around, loosened up but he was back to being stressed and tense. ‘I want to marry your best friend’ he announced. You chocked on your wine. You looked at both of your friends and then at him, terrified of the idea and the randomness of the proposition.

‘Woah, we just met you’ was all that Grace was able to say.

‘Not today, not now. This isn’t me proposing’ he added quickly and everyone relaxed a little bit more ‘But I want you to know that this is my intention, this is my goal and a promise’ he was so official you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

‘Hoseok, what are you playing at?’ you were chuckling under your breath.

‘I told you I want to make you mine. That’s the next step’ he nodded and he wasn’t offended by your laugh. It was just something he had to do and say. ‘Now, to the main even of the day. Let me get him’ he got up from the chair and your friends started giggling.

‘You two, what is going on?’ you were confused again, who is him, where is Hoseok going.

‘You will see in just a second’ Sam smiled at you and looked if Hoseok was finally coming back from another room.

He brough in a brown box with holes in them, that had a shelter name on the side of them. All you could hear is loud meows coming out of the box and you instantly stood up from your chair.

‘We know you weren’t the same since you lost Moon. So we thought it was the right time for another best friend’ Grace said and Hoseok put the box on the floor next to you.

‘I know I said no pets in the apartment but this was planned before you moved in’ he smiled ‘I didn’t want to blow up the surprise’ he added. You leaned down and you opened the box, seeing a tiny black cat meowing and scarily looking up. You have taken him out of the box and grabbed him in both of your hands.

‘He is tiny’ you whine seeing the cat ‘Does he have a name?’ you looked across every ones faces but there was no response.

‘Well’ Hoseok finally started ‘I have given him a name but you can change it if you want to. I have been calling him Yeongju’ and when you heard the name you froze. He called the cat after the place you two got together and you were chasing your demons away. It was the perfect name, the perfect present and the best thing that happened to you.

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cottonconnielvr · 2 days ago

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𝓛ove 𝓜aze, jeon jungkook x jung hoseok

❥001, HUMAN WALLS

ℐ𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽… you get caught in a complicated, disastrous, and drama filled love triangle with two of the hottest boys on campus!

PAIRINGS♡︎fratboy!playboy!jungkook x streetdancer!hoseok x reader

WARNINGS♡︎ wholesomeness, hoseok and reader are super shy ;), no jk introduction in this chapter, namjoon being chaotic, hoseok is clumsy,profanity, fluff, no smut in this chapter

NEXT SERIES MASTERLIST

𝓣ransferring to a new college in the middle of the school year is never ideal. Being in your sophomore year of college meant you’d already gotten used to the way of life and your peers. Much to your dismay, you hold onto your last box full of miscellaneous items and memories and walk up the stairs to your new dorm. You walk past several girls in the indoor hallway while glancing at the numbers on each brown door, 112…114…116…120 perfect. You drop your last box on the floor before digging in your back pocket for your dorm room key. With a turn and a light push, the door opens to reveal your single bed and chaotic mess of totes and boxes. Kicking the last box in your room, you close the door behind you before sighing loudly. Luckily for you, you got an entire dorm to yourself. Coincidentally you’d enrolled at the perfect time to score a vacant dorm room just for a single person. You could only hope your luck would carry you through this entire year. Walking over to the window next to your bed you peeped out of the blinds, looking at all the college students that roamed the campus. The weather was perfect despite it being close to the end of October. The sun shined brightly but the wind outside was enough to make it perfect walking weather, climate change really is working at its finest.

You sat on your bed before scrolling mindlessly on your phone, answering some texts from your hometown friends and your parents, letting them know you are all settled in. You turned your phone off before staring at the wall in front of you blankly. Just then the feeling of loneliness hits you all at once. The realization that you have to start all over and socialize with a new group of people dawned on you. With a groan you fell back onto your bed, bouncing on the fluffy mattress. Classes started in two days and you knew absolutely no one, lucky you right?

You bit your lower lip softly before deciding the best you could do is explore campus and get used to the new environment.

♥︎

The sound of laughter and people’s chatter bled through your headphones, the sound of Tame Impala’s The Less I Know the Better played in your ears. You let yourself wander the campus and followed the concrete path that led to multiple dormitories and club houses. You explored the many student organizations and even bought yourself an iced matcha latte from a pop-up stand. You observed the groups of people that you walked past. The campus was full of social interaction and bustled with an energy you didn’t feel at your old college. The sun was beginning to set and you watched the street lights flicker on. The sky illuminated with blue and purple, the breeze now causing your hair to blow in the wind. You tucked your hands into your warm hoodie before heading back to your dorm.

Your attention was drawn towards a crowd, the cheering loud enough to cancel out the music playing in your ears. You felt bass from music vibrating through your shoes, causing you to pause your music. You put your full attention on the crowd, walking closer to see what the noise was all about. You watched as a boy in the middle of the crowd danced to the hip hop song that blasted off of a speaker. You watched intensely, almost in a trance, as you watched the boy dance to the music, hitting every beat and adlib as if he was the music itself. His baggy clothing flowed as he moved with the music, pumped with the cheers from the crowd. His bucket hat covered his face as he rose from the ground after doing a dramatic drop. The music came to an end and you watched as he gave an even more dramatic bow, the crowd erupting into cheers and applause. You nodded your head and clapped with the crowd, very impressed with his skills. He was the most talented dancer you’ve ever seen and judging by his performance, he definitely knew he was talented as hell.

The crowd faded into chatter as the energy calmed down. You watched as the dancer got multiple pats on his back from who you assumed were his friends. You stopped looking once you realized you were staring and continued your walk back to your dorm.

♥︎

Your eyes popped open at the sound of a fire alarm blaring loudly. You groaned with sleepiness as you pulled your pillow over your face to muffle the sound. The alarm only seemed to get louder and you could hear it starting in multiple other dorm rooms. A harsh knock vibrated off your door as a males voice rung in the hallways “Wake the fuck up and get the fuck out!”. Your eyebrows furrowed before you grabbed your phone to check the time, 1:02 am.

“What the hell” you whispered, voice still laced with sleep as you peeked out of your blinds. People walked out of their buildings with their pajamas still on, some yawning and others chatting with each other. You put on a pink fluffy robe to cover your pajamas and slipped into matching pink slides before making your way out of the building. The alarm still blared loudly causing you to speed walk out of the building. Groans and profanities filled the hallway before you got outside.

You crossed your arms, wondering what the hell was going on. You sucked in your bottom lip before your attention drifted to a girl standing not too far from you, her face scrunched in annoyance. Still in your tired state of mind you walked over to the brown skin girl, “Hey, do you know what is going on?” Your voice laced with confusion. The girl looked over at you before pulling her bonnet down. “Jaehyun and his shit again” She muttered annoyingly as if this was a regular occurrence. Your face scrunched in confusion, Jaehyun?

She observed your expression before her eyes widened, “Oh you must be the new girl!” Your head tilted at her words, “the new girl?” As far as you were concerned you weren’t known at all and you didn’t know people actually paid attention to new students, god forbid you have a reputation already. “So you are…you know you’re lucky as hell to score that single dorm” she nodded at you. Your lips pursed as you thought of a response. “I’m Gabrielle but you can call me Gabby, we live in the same building”

You nodded slowly, “I’m y/n it’s nice to meet y-”. Before you could finish your sentence a loud ring filled the air and your attention drifted towards a boy who was standing on a bench with a megaphone in his hand. He wore glasses and a white tank top with pajama pants that had the solar system on it. “Silence motherfuckers!” Your eyebrows furrowed at his choice of words before you quickly recognized him as the voice you heard in the hallway. “How many times do I have to tell you guys NOT to use your air fryers at night!”

“Who is that?” You asked the girl beside you. “That’s Namjoon, he's our building's dorm advisor” You let out a small oh as you watched him continue his rant.

“And YOU!”He pointed in the crowd to a boy, “If you are going to smoke, do that shit outside. Because of your fein ass you got the whole building outside at one in the morning” You chuckled at his outburst. “You motherfuckers stress me out aish…”, he kissed his teeth before shaking his head. “The alarms are off now so you guys are free to go back to your dorms. DON'T MAKE ME COME OUT HERE AGAIN” he jumped off of the bench and rolled his eyes at the group of boys who applauded him. “Daddy Namjoon!” A boy shouted out from the crowd causing some people to laugh.

You walked back to your building beside Gabby. “So you transferred?” She asked while adjusting her glasses on her face. “Yeah I came from Florida.” She nodded, “Oh it’s hot down there I’m wondering how you survived” You laughed softly, “So have you made any friends?”

“Uh no” You answer short and simple. “Oh!… Well if you’d like my friends and I are going out to get boba tomorrow, wanna join?” Your head peeked up at the invite, heart warming at her kindness. “Sure” you smiled at her. “Cool, here let me give you my instagram” You opened instagram on your phone before she followed herself. “I’ll text you in the morning and come to your dorm. We can walk together” She says surely. You stop walking once you reach your dorm. “Thanks for the invite, goodnight” You guys bid your goodbyes before you retreat into your dorm. You can’t believe you made your first friend due to a fire alarm, thanks a lot Jaehyun.

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You sprayed your vanilla perfume on your body before checking out your outfit. You adorned your wrist with your signature pandora bracelet. You snapped a couple pics in the mirror on the back of your door before grabbing your purse and leaving your dorm.

“You look cute” Gabby smiled at you before adjusting her tote bag on her shoulder. She wore a pink off the shoulder sweater and mom jeans. “Thanks, you do too” You admired her fashion style before you two made your way to the cafe, falling into a conversation that felt all too natural.

You two reached the cafe in no time. Gabby reached to open the door for you but before you could move out of the way someone bumped into you, the hard body knocking you off your feet. Gabby watched with wide eyes her hands reaching out to grab you but before she could the mystery stranger caught you by your waist while balancing a cupholder in one hand.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry” A melodic deep voice rang out to you. The sequence of events happened all too fast for you to comprehend your current position. The boy helped you regain your balance before removing his hand from your waist. “That’s really my bad. I wasn't paying attention” He looked down at you. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder before looking up at the stranger.

Oh…oh

Your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown ones. His hair was shiny and looked as soft as ever, a strand falling in a curl on his forehead. His golden skin glowed under the sun and his eyes glistened with worry. Your close proximity allowed you to get whiffs of his cologne. He smelled of lime and cedar. He wore all black, a baggy shirt and jeans to match. The two chains hanging around his neck glistened in the light, complimenting his skin tone so well. Your mouth opened to say something but you couldn’t help but be starstruck. There are men this fine just walking around campus?

You let out a nervous laugh, embarrassment flooding through you as you comprehended what just happened. “Oh…you’re good..I’m sorry” You shook your head before stepping back, your hand unintentionally going to mess with your hair. He laughed softly back at you, flashing a golden smile and his tooth gems, “Nah don’t apologize..it’s all on me” Your mouth opened slightly but no words left you luckily Gabby came to the rescue. “Come on y/n”. You spared the boy one last look before walking into the cafe, looking back just one more time as he disappeared down the street.

You made eye contact with Gabby who gave you a teasing knowing look. “What?” You furrowed your eyebrows at her. “So… are we gonna pretend you didn’t just have like the most romcom experience ever?” You two stood in line waiting to order your drinks. You let out a laugh, “What? Almost face plummeting into the concrete is romcom worthy?”

“But you didn’t…you didn’t see the way he caught you!” She gushed over the interaction that gave you nothing but second hand embarrassment when you thought back on it. “Besides you were checking him out like crazy I could tell” she nodded at you knowingly causing you to roll your eyes. Hell yeah you were checking him out, he was fine as hell. You two ordered your drinks before Gabby spotted her friends and guided you to the table.

Gabby introduced you to the two girls who sat at the cream colored booth. You learned their names were Sana and Kyra. Sana was a cheerleader who was majoring in Political Science and dated a girl named Jasmine. Kyra ran the school’s crochet club and dated one of the most popular boys in school, Seungmin, who was on the baseball team. The girls made you feel comfortable and as if you were already a part of the group. They gave you the run downs on what and who not to do, explaining the campus dynamic as if they were professionally educated on the subject.

“Oh yeah and if any Alphas try to sleep with you, you RUN they are quite literally dogs” Kyra talked enthusiastically with her hands before sipping her boba. Sana nodded in agreement. “and you have to watch out for Jeon Jungkook” Sana added, causing Gabby’s eyes to widen. “OH YEAH! That boy might look like an angel but he is the devil” You wondered if she was exaggerating by her animated voice. You laughed softly, “He can’t be that bad” All three girls almost yelled at you, “HE IS!”

“ He will fill your head with lies and get you to fall for him, then he’ll fuck you..then drop you” Gabby shook your hand that was lying on the table. “Damn..okay..no Jungkook” You nodded to yourself. Campus fuckboys were an absolute no no. You put the tip in the back of your head to save yourself the heartbreak. Besides, the chances of you encountering Jeon Jungkook were pretty low anyway.

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Hoseok bobbed his head to the sound of Teyana Taylor’s Gonna Love Me that played through his wires. He walked with a groove in his walk, unable to control his feet from moving to the beat of the music. Dance was something that came natural to Hoseok. He couldn’t help it, his body moving on autopilot whenever he heard a beat that coursed through his body. He allowed his feet to carry him through campus, flashing his smile to people he passed by and handing them a flyer from the stack of papers in his hands.

As Hoseok walked towards his dorm building he allowed the music to take over his being, falling into the sound of Teyana Taylor’s melodic voice. His eyes shut closed as he mindlessly danced down the sidewalk, people sparing him a glance but smiling at the sight. It was such a regular occurrence, when was Jung Hoseok ever not dancing.

Before Hoseok could brace himself he bumped into a person, his eyes immediately shooting open and his hand reaching out to grab the girl before she fell to the concrete. Flyers flew out of the stack in his hands as he pulled the girl up, helping her regain her balance. Wow again Hoseok, nice going…

“Shit! I’m sorry, are you okay” He let go of the girl's arm, snatching one of his earplugs out of his ear. The muffled sound of his music filled the air as the girl looked up at him. His eyes widened slowly as he recognized her as the girl from the cafe. Her expression matched his as she took a small step backwards. “I’m okay..thank you”

“Nah, I really need to pay more attention.” His hand goes up to nervously scratch at the back of his neck, his face flushing red from embarrassment. “No no no it’s okay! I was looking down at my phone anyways” You bit down on your lower lip, adjusting your sweater. “I guess we both have to pay more attention,” Hoseok shyly adds, nervously laughing before he bends down to pick up the flyers he dropped. You follow his movements, helping him pick up the loose papers. “Oh you didn’t have to…”Hoseok trails off as you both stand back up, you hand him the papers before muttering a soft “It’s okay”.

A brief silence fills the air as you two stand in front of each other, red from embarrassment. “I know I keep apologizing, it's just I feel bad for almost knocking you onto the ground…again” You fold your lips in before looking down at the ground, “It’s okay” it comes out quiet. Damn it y/n can you say anything else???

Hoseok glances down at the flyer in his hand before looking back at you, “You busy tomorrow?” You lift your head up, your head tilting to the side “Huh?” Cute. “Well…I was passing out these flyers for the school’s multicultural festival tomorrow, you should come” He handed you a flyer that you took, observing the detailed graphics of the flyer. “You don’t wanna miss it,” he smiles at you again, showing off those glistening tooth gems, “My dance team will be performing” He gloats proudly.

“Wow you have a dance team?” He nods proudly “Yup,” he says, popping the p with a smirk. “We’re really good. We just won our second regional title” He adjusts the grey hood on his head. “Cool.. I’ll be there” You smile softly at him. His eyes squint as his smile grows even bigger. “Cool” He mocks you teasingly. “Well I’ll let you be on your way. I better see you there” He points at you before moving out of your way. You laugh at his burst of energy. “You will.. try not to bump into anymore people.” You look over your shoulder at him, the streetlights illuminating your side profile perfectly. “Ouch…funny” He calls out to you as you walk to your dorm, shaking your head and laughing at the boy. Hoseok continues to walk in his direction towards his dormitory but not before looking back at you one last time. She’s cute

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Change My Mind [8]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 7.3k

hello, sorry for ghosting you all. I got busy with school and projects. This chapter is brought to you by my PCD because I saw hobi a few days ago and its kicking my ass. I think this chapter being focused (kinda) on Hoba says a lot so yeah. Not proofread, will fix and add more later. Any tips on recovering from pcd cause woahhh wth

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edit 16/04/25: fixed grammar mistakes, added new scenes during Hobi and Reader's interaction in his studio, and a couple of paragraphs here and there, that is all.

edit 02/06/25: added a convo with Reader's friends' at the end

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When Seokjin came to consciousness, it wasn’t to the ear-shattering blares of Jungkook’s alarms a few doors down nor was it to someone shaking him awake.

For the first time in his life, he was instead woken up by the feeling of someone’s warm touch tracing the sharpness of his jaw.

His eyes flew open, heart jackhammering in his chest at the thought of someone climbing into his bed while he was at his most vulnerable state only to calm down at the sight of you looking down at him with the softest look in your eyes and the breath in his lungs was punched out.

Seokjin is not a poetic guy, that was Namjoon and Yoongi, but if he had a morsel of their creative minds, he would’ve waxed anthologies upon anthologies just to describe how your gaze, overflowing with the sweetness of love, had made his mind stutter and his heart skip a beat. He’d say how it can definitely make a man win a war all by himself and the heat of your love to keep him warm during the winters.

Realization came to him like a sudden flash of thunder, his brain becoming more aware of the haziness and the peculiarity of it all.

Your gaze, usually warm and friendly, is mellowed out and overflowing with the sweet, stickiness of love as if you’re looking at him with all the love that exists in the world. His fingers trembled when it reached out to touch your cheeks, scared that once he touched this image, this hallucination of his would fizzle out and he’d wake up with more longing than he’s already feeling.

This is a dream, it must be. You’ve never looked at him like that.

Yet. His mind whispered.

He was dreaming but the warmth of your cheeks and the softness of your skin brushing against his fingers felt so real it made him shiver.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Li-like what?”

He didn’t know if this dream was a nightmare or not, hearing your voice and feeling your fingers caressing his skin so softly . It was cruel how gentle you were handling him, how the heat of your hands when it cupped his cheeks had sent electric shocks throughout his body, stirring every part of him awake.

Then before the question could even leave his lips, you leaned down to press your lips on his and his brain short-circuits.

Your lips are as perfect as the rest of you, it slotted in between his so perfectly it ached. He felt breathless from the brief contact, stomach ticklish as his mind repeated the same sensations and memories over and over again. Suddenly, the cumulation of longing and withheld desires surfaces and his fingers twitch at where they laid on either side of your face.

It’s just a dream, you can do everything you ever wanted. A darker, greedier voice at the back of his head whispered and he almost let himself follow its whims.

“There you go again.” You said and his brewing thoughts faded into the background. “Stop looking so… sad.”

“I look… sad?”

“Like a kicked puppy,” You laughed, hand coming up to his cheeks and the smell of your sweet lotion invaded his senses. “I’m here with you now, stop looking so defeated.”

You kissed him again but this time it was in the spot in between his eyebrows and the tip of his nose. Seokjin didn’t know how greedy he could be, never knew how hungry he was until he felt your lips pressing against his skin.

It’s just a dream , the logical part of his brain whispered to him but it still felt wrong .

He shouldn’t be doing this, he should be better than this. He needs to wake up before he completely lose himself in his own imagination.

This dream was toying with the already frayed thread holding his flimsily gathered self-control. It's like dangling a game in front of a predator who’s been starved for years. It’s so tempting to just lean in and kiss you, to pull you down and let his hands roam down the curves of your body.

“Jinnie.”

“Yes?”

“Stop holding back.” He takes a deep shuddering breath as his brain catches up on your words. “I want this. I want you.”

snip!

Suddenly overcome with the molten heat of desire lighting his skin, he surged up to capture your lips with his, hands cradling and pulling your face to him. With a yelp, you tip over to fall on top of him. Seokjin waited for you to push him away, to fight against his hold, to stand and walk away from him with a disgusted look on your face but none of those happened. Instead, your hands cradled his face and brought him closer for a kiss as breathtaking as you make him everyday.

Seokjin didn’t care that he was dreaming, his body burned with the intense desire he had tampered down for so long and if he didn't kiss you now he might actually combust.

How long has he longed to feel the heat of your skin against his? How long had he stirred restlessly at night wondering how comforting it would be to feel your weight on top of him and your body pressing against him? He couldn’t count how many nights had gone where he’d wake up sweaty, body electric from the rampant and unsatisfied need running in his veins, wishing he could expel the carnal hunger rooted deeply within him with you.

And he had tried, god knows how he tried to find someone else, to move on like you had done but his skin would crawl from their touch and his stomach would churn whenever they looked at him. Even staring at someone longer than what is appropriate felt like committing the biggest sin.

You had ruined him for any other woman without even doing much and he didn't know whether he should be thankful or not.

Seokjin doesn’t dream often but when he does, it is never about you.

Until tonight.

You gasped into his mouth as his kisses grew hurried and his roaming hands grew more confident in its exploration, teasingly brushing the underside of your breasts before it would fall to and your fingers threads into his hair before tugging on them. The sting of his scalp immediately melted into hot pleasure that dripped down to his abdomen. He was undeniably hard, bursting at the seams from harmless kissing and if lust wasn’t clouding his mind, he would’ve been embarrassed.

He trailed kisses down your throat where your perfume smells the strongest and he groaned before beginning to lave his tongue over your skin and gently sucking on them, relishing in the soft sighs he’s reaping. You shifted under him, no doubt feverish with desire like he is, and your thigh brushed against him, making him tighten his hold onto your waist as a shuddering exhale left him.

Seokjin wasn’t pure, he’s had one or two experiences with women before you came into his life, still it was embarrassing how he had reacted from how you had nudged against him.

“Jinnie…” You sighed and his heart stuttered at how sweet his name sounded spilling out your lips. “Stop teasing me, I want you.”

He detached himself from your throat to take a look at his masterpiece, gently thumbing the small but purple bruises on your skin before daring to look up.

And god, weren’t you a sight for sore eyes?

With your hair strewn messily around your head, you looked like an absolute angel with a halo. Your lips are swollen red and your eyes are blown black as it stared back at him with the same exact amount of need itching his skin. Letting his eyes fall to your neck littered with his marks and the uncharted territories of your thighs, he swallowed hard as his pants grew tighter.

“Jinnie…”

Seokjin…

“You’re so pretty like this, baby.” He whispered.

God, he wanted to do a lot of things with you.

His head a mess trying to figure out what he should do first, fingers twitching as he figured out if he’ll start with shedding your top off—which he just noticed was one of his hoodies, holy fuck —or begin unbuttoning your denim shorts.

“Jinnie please...”

Seokjin…

All those years with only him and his pent-up frustrations whenever he’d see you wear your pretty dresses—the sensual floor-length maxi length dress you had worn for the luxury themed Christmas party with the high slit on the side of your thighs dangerously matched with a pair of red heels forever ingrained into his brain—finally resurfacing and all of a sudden, he’s insatiable, ravenous and one kiss away from his sanity snapping.

You were his to have, to hold and to revere.

God, he feels crazy just thinking about how you were his . He was descending into madness from the unbridled desire he's been holding back and now that he's got you within arms reach, he doesn't know what—

“SEOKJIN HYUNG!”

He shot up from his bed with a scream beyond what his parched throat could tolerate and he started coughing.

Mind immediately catching up on what was happening, he quickly pulled his blanket up to hide the painful tent in his pajamas. The surprise from having his name called out by a voice that belonged to someone else fades and irritation begins to burn his back.

Jungkook, who was the one who had woken him up, eyes half open and blinked blearily back at him, absolutely clueless of what he had just interrupted.

“Why did you wake me up?! Did your parents not tell you how rude it is to wake up someone so abruptly?!” Seokjin didn't really mean to scream that out so loud but he was frustrated.

Who wouldn't be in this situation?

“Why so grumpy? Was your dream really that good?” Seeing the blush spreading on his face, a shit-eating grin grew on his lips. “Was it about noona?”

“What do you want?” He asked, attempting to stir the conversation away.

“Namjoon hyung called me to wake you up, something about needing your voice at the studio to record a demo he had made this morning.”

Turning to the windows, he immediately noticed how the sun was barely even peaking through the horizon and groaned exasperatedly. Namjoon’s mind is usually a blessing but all he could think about was how he wanted nothing more than to strangle the man for having an inspiration this early in the morning, interrupting the only pleasant dream he’s had in years.

Jungkook, although had woken him up due to an order, wasn't safe from the bubbling wrath at the pit of his stomach. How could the men he's supposed to be his brothers by heart do this to him?

If he slept in the car, would it—

“So… how was your dream with noona?”

“GET OUT!”

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To say his family was enthusiastic would be the understatement of the year.

The moment the news reached his mother’s ears, it quickly spread throughout the clan and everyone had demanded to hold a banquet, at least a week-long feast to celebrate their first ever tethered in the family.

While he understood their enthusiasm, his shared sentiment quickly soured when the excitement stretched over to the next week and it plunged into the negatives when his aunties began to demand him to discreetly arrange a soulbinding without the other members of the nexus knowing, reasoning that man is born greedy and having multiple men pine for one girl is not a good look.

They didn’t say it outloud but it was clear what they thought of the nexus connection and it pissed him off.

Despite the concept of soulmates existing since the dawn of time, those who are considered normal think of multiple connections as some kind of taboo, something that shouldn’t even exist and having seven men only tethered to one woman is contradicting what mankind deem is typical and expected in a relationship. The underlying judgment under the fake smiles of his aunts’ and the playful comments of his uncles about having to compete with six other men had spoiled his excitement faster than an unrefrigerated fish.

He wouldn’t lie and say that he hadn’t judged a passing throuple before, he was guilty of once being a little unsettled when he had heard the five trainees a floor below them were all connected to each other. It was human nature to be unsure and frown upon the unnatural after all—not that he’s excusing his behavior from before.

But now that he’s found himself a part of a nexus, Hoseok had surprised himself when he realised how easily he had welcomed the idea of polyamory like a fish to water. Maybe it was the bond forged by sweat and tears he's had with the other guys had made it an easy pill to swallow but being a part of a nexus, he had understood why, despite being against what was considered normal and typical, those throuples and the five boys downstairs fearlessly flaunted each other despite the world's efforts to shame them all.

He eventually learned how to ignore their pestering calls and messages for the sake of his public image because he wouldn’t know what would fly off his mouth if he ever heard them utter another veiled remark about how impure and disgusting it is for one woman to entertain seven men.

Today, he finds himself confused by how Jin has been acting whenever you’re within a meter away from him, flinching back with his ears practically glowing with how red it has turned and stammering every word out like a flustered high schooler. Confusing because for as long as he knows, their oldest has long graduated from acting cute around his crush.

It was a fight between your determination to help him prepare for breakfast against his hyung’s easily embarrassed state brought by god-knows-what had transpired between yesterday and today.

Jungkook choking on his food from his constant laughter whenever they see the eldest fumble and stumble on air only stoked their curiosities further.

“What is it? Why do you keep on laughing?” Jimin asked, voice low and careful to not be caught by their eldest who is currently hissing, and bent over on one leg as he held onto his toe that he had just stubbed on the corner of the island counter.

“Let us in on the joke, come on.” Taehyung goaded on.

Jungkook, surprisingly, shook his head.

“Does all of those years mean nothing to you?”

“Where does your loyalty lie?!”

“Even if I want to tell you guys, Jin knows all the passwords to my accounts. I just hit Grandmaster rank there, I’m not risking it.” Jungkook replied before continuing to stuff his face with his breakfast.

This didn’t deter the two other maknaes, if anything, they grew more determined to uncover the secrets their youngest and eldest managed to gain in a short time. Silently, the rest of them cheered on Jimin and Taehyung, also eager to learn what the secret was but not having the energy to bother.

Almost a month since Jungkook’s birthday, the doctors had finally given you and Jimin the green light to continue work when he found out you both can now last an hour and a half without being in the same room.

It also meant that the tour could finally continue, the management had already informed them of their new schedules.

Days since he found out his tethered status, yet even with a very enthusiastic Taehyung’s help, Hoseok is yet to find what kind of soulmate link he has.

All they knew was that it can alter their appearances but they hadn’t specified what part of the body it’ll affect. There's a thousand possibilities and most of them involve being hurt, something he's not willing to do. He had to turn down a couple of Taehyung's suggestions in the fear of accidentally hurting you in the process.

It hurts him to reject Taehyung and seeing his excitement dull but who in their right minds would agree to his experimentations when all he could suggest was pinching him, cutting a small wound on his palm, shaving a patch of hair on his leg or arm, and finally, trying if baldness can also be inherited by the other.

Hoseok thinks the boy had momentarily forgotten they share the same soulmate.

He wasn't rushing to find out his soulmark anyways. Hoseok can wait, he has done so for two years, he can wait a couple days more.

Tossing all the stress of yesterday to the side, Hoseok found himself staring blankly at his monitor, an unfinished melody looping on his speakers, and wondering if there is a soulmate mark out there that can gather all of his thoughts and feelings to become a song he'd just randomly blurt out to help him.

He has a vision.

There’s an almost non-existent melody playing at the back of his head that had been tormenting him since the day he had found out his new status.

Ideas overflowed in his mind so much that he might as well have none because of how cramped and cluttered his brain had become. If he were to explain it, his mind was like a lottery ball machine that is teeming with so much it refuses to spill anything out.

Hoseok wanted to dedicate a song to you with a melody as sweet as your voice yet as sparkly and bright as the glint in your eyes. He wanted the word to know that he's been spoken for while barely revealing anything but his mind wasn't cooperating.

Maybe Yoongi can help me with this one...

A shrill sound of his phone shattered through his train of thoughts. Seeing his mother's name on the screen, he quickly picks it up but to his surprise it was Jiwoo who welcomed him.

“Hey, mom’s wondering if you guys plan on ever introducing her and her parents to us and the others?” His sister began, her head popping from the side and covering most of the screen while their mother’s body stood behind her.

Almost every member has complained about their parents wanting them to go through a soulbinding ceremony as soon as possible, claiming it was useless to drag it out.

While he does understand the benefits of being formally and spiritually bonded, everyone thought it was better to court you first.

A bit traditional and pointless as they're all tethered but dating and courting you with roses and fancy dinners has been at the back of everyone's mind. With their eldest insistent on doing so, the others had no choice but to follow.

There's also the North American tour they have to start. The management had made it known how important it is to continue their tour, saying it had been delayed for too long and ARMY were getting antsy so it was difficult to make room for a pre-bonding party and the soulbinding ceremony itself.

“We can't delay the tour any longer so we'll have it once we return home. Besides, the guys and I wanted to properly court her before any binding takes place.”

His mother made a disapproving sound. “I’m worried. You all know that not being formally binded means you guys are more susceptible to hyperactivity, right?”

“Of course we know, we all had a discussion a couple of days back but the tour’s just a couple of weeks. When we all return to Seoul, we'll finally seal the deal.”

“I'll ask the other moms for help arranging it so you guys won't stress about it during the tour, okay?”

“Do you even know how to woo a woman?” Jiwoo asked, a teasing grin on her lips.

“Obviously! What do you take me for?!”

“You buried yourself in work for years, I think I have a good reason to be suspicious of your ability to woo a woman.” Jiwoo retorted. “Your last relationship was back in high school and she dumped you for reasons you haven’t told me yet.”

“Because it's dumb and I’m not giving you more ammo than you already have.”

“Children, the both of you,” his mother sighed, shaking her head. “Can I finally speak now?”

When she was answered by the ashamed silence from the both of them, she continued.

“What are you planning for your date? Where will you guys be when it's finally your time?”

Hoseok turned away from the intense stares he's receiving through the screen because for someone who had insisted he had plans earlier to his sister, he absolutely has no idea on how he'll take you on a date.

A food trip date around a city in disguise has been taken, a dinner on a yacht and a date on a fair got snatched away by their youngest before anyone could even start raising their ideas. A musical in New York is out of the equation too, a romantic night walk in Paris also.

Basically, almost all the date ideas he had were stolen by the others and he’s beginning to consider locking them all in their rooms and cut their charger cords.

“See? I can’t trust my baby brother to know how to woo a woman!”

“What does she like? We’ll help you.”

“The others got most of my ideas, except Jungkook. Nothing can make me ride rollercoasters.”

“Even if your soulmate asks you to?”

Hoseok pondered for a moment.

Does he love you more than he values his life?

“I don't need to anyways, she's got the other maknaes to ride it with her.”

“I mean—”

“What does she like? We need to give you ideas on how your date with her will go.” Their mother interrupts before they continue bantering. “Have you all decided on whose first and last?”

“Jungkook goes first, I don't know how that kid did it but he won against all of us in rock, paper, scissors.”

“You guys are losers.” Jiwoo sighed in the background. “The world's biggest boyband are dorks trapped in handsome bodies.”

“How about you?” His mother asked.

“Miraculously, I got second.”

“Where would you guys be at the time?”

“I can choose between Hamilton and Newark. Chicago is already reserved by someone else.”

“Stargazing?” Jiwoo suggested.

But before he could respond, a knock cut him off. Turning to face the door, his eyes met your concerned pairs as you entered with a plastic bag in hand and a styrofoam food package inside it.

You had your hair in a braid today matched with the most minimal makeup due to you waking up late compared to their usual schedule yet Hoseok thinks you the cutest human he’s ever laid eyes on.

Moreso when you’re the one who’s bringing him food.

“Yoongi had me bring this up to you and to tell you to take a break.”

“Is it time for lunch time already? I think I just ate earlier.” He says, standing up to take the food from your hand and muttering a ‘thank you’ under his breath.

Stepping aside, he invites you into the studio and motioned his hand towards the sofa on the corner of the room. Instantly, you fall into its plush cushion comfortably with your feet hanging on the side and the rest of your body on the cushion.

You look absolutely cozy in your loose pants and oversized hoodie combo that he almost leaned down to fit himself into the space next to you and cuddle up to your side to see if you’re as comfortable as you looked.

Like the others, he had sometimes laid next to you, but he always maintained distance from your body. He wasn’t like the maknaes who had grown used to your hugs and cuddles. Whenever it does happen, he’d always freeze up and pull out his phone to distract him from the loud thuds of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Hoseok wouldn't lie and say he was never jealous of how easily the maknaes could saddle up next to you. It was something he had to learn to swallow or force to the back of his head every time its ugly face rears into his mind.

Seeing you strewn comfortably on his couch, he thinks that maybe he could finally muster up the courage to cozy up next to you.

“Aren't you a bit too comfortable lounging in my studio like this?” He jokingly said.

“We've been together for years, you should know how I act when I see a couch.”

“Still, it would be nice if you could have a bit of decorum.”

You rolled your eyes. “But I’m your soulmate.”

It was astonishing how a word could evoke so much within him. Hearing the word ‘soulmate’ felt like a balm after years of stolen gazes and aching yearning to be yours. You were confirming and acknowledging the existence of the still undiscovered bond between you both, something he hadn’t thought he’d ever get, and it made his chest warm.

It was a bit hard at first to get you and Namjoon—who still couldn't believe the very subject he had dedicated a school paper to deny happened to him—to accept the bond but to be constantly exposed to each other at the dorm and be surrounded by the familiar joy from the days before the marks’ manifestation, the both of you grew to welcome the idea more comfortably with each passing day.

And today just happened to be the day where you had verbally acknowledged the bond.

He's sure the others would be ecstatic to hear that you're beginning to accept and see the link in a positive light.

“Were you talking to someone before I came with the food? I didn’t interrupt anything, right?” You asked, grounding his mind to focus on you.

“Just my mom and sister asking about the tour, don’t worr—”

“LIAR! We were teaching him how to woo yo—!” Jiwoo’s voice screamed from the phone before his mother’s reprimanding hushes took over.

“We’ll call you back later to continue our discussion, son. You both have a nice day, alright?”

“Bye mom!”

“See you, auntie.”

With his screen returning to Twitter’s homepage as the call drops, the pin drop silence in the room had reminded him how it's just you and him together.

Alone.

In his studio.

Never in his life did he think having you alone with him would be so daunting.

He stared at his chair in front of the unfinished melody on pause on his monitor then to you who had sat up to unfurl the knot on the plastic bag where two food containers, one rectangular and the other a deep cylinder, stuck between the decision to continuing his work before eventually settling next to you to uncover his food himself.

“So," He began but his voice sounded weaker than he wanted and he cleared his throat. "What did you and Jin have today?”

“We settled with a salad and chicken paired with a milkshake. Yoongi ordered our lunch from that new store by the intersection, you know, the one you pointed out on our way here.”

Leaning down to take a sniff of the biggest container, he then turned to you.

“What did you get me?”

“Guess.”

It doesn't take a genius to know what is inside the container and it made his chest warm at how his friends always remember if he’s craving for something. Yesterday during dinner, he had asked Yoongi if he ever plans on making beef bone broth anytime soon.

Said bone broth is now filling the cylinder container while kimchi fried rice and bulgogi filled the other.

“Did Yoongi order this? Because if he does, I will thank him with my forehead touching the ground.”

“Yeah but Namjoon was the one who brought it up.” You answered as you opened the lid of the big container while he brought the bone broth up to his lips for a couple of quick sips. “Also, the reason why I came here was because we need you down in the styling department. There’s changes made with the tour outfits and they wanted to see if it fits.”

“Now?” He asked before placing down the soup to start eating from the larger container.

“They’re busy with the maknaes now so eat slowly or you’ll choke.”

“But that means they'll have to wait for me.”

“You're paying us to wait for you, so don't worry much.” You said, waving him off.

“You know you don't have to worry about money or working, right?”

He knew not to bring up the matter of jobs and money, but he really couldn't help but be a bit disheartened at how you continue to refuse their offer to pay and buy you everything you'd ever need.

You might just be the only person he knows who'd vehemently deny being spoiled by seven billionaires who are already at her beck and call. Hoseok knew you liked working as their makeup artist but couldn't you still enjoy working for them while dressed in clothes and wearing jewelries they want to adorn you with?

If you were more accepting of their fortunes, you'd have all the diamonds and precious gems in the world filling the kitchen and lounging area of their dorm by tomorrow.

But unfortunately, he and the others have to hold back on spending ridiculous amounts on you.

“I know but sometimes I'd rather be Y/N the makeup artist.” You say, standing up to leave. “It can be a little exhausting being the Bangtan’s Soulmate Y/N.”

For a moment, he panicked. Shouldn't he have brought it up again? Had he set back the progress they had made since the day Jimin had told them what happened?

He almost broke down from how worried he was at your reaction, until you returned with a kombucha in your hand to offer him.

“Don't look so distressed you'd get wrinkles.” You teased.

“I was worried I messed up by saying that, the others would have my head if I had.”

“I'm not angry or annoyed. Surprisingly.” You fall to the space next to him with hands intertwined on your lap and your eyes staring a hole onto the ground. “Didn't know there'll come a day where I'd be more accepting of the fact.”

“Me too.”

_______

Ever since this morning, everyone in your department had been bugging you about your unexplained and sudden absences that spanned over for weeks. Your friends from other departments had jogged up to you in the cafeteria, asking if you felt better after catching a stomach bug.

Minhyuk had successfully spread the news that you got sick from drinking yourself dumb during Jungkook’s birthday with his expansive connection as a cover up and you were struggling with how careful you have to be with your words and keeping your answers as vague as possible.

But out of all the events of today, all you could think about was how Alexa’s gaze had eyed you skeptically and scanned you from head to toe as if she was searching for something. It lingered on your forearm when you had tugged your sleeves up to your elbows and you had subconsciously closed your hands to try and hide the musical note tattoo hidden between your fingers.

Who knew having soulmates could make you a little paranoid?

That being said, there’s been a new rotation for makeup noonas so you couldn’t accidentally activate your soulmarks with Taehyung and Jimin. Even then, everyone had been instructed to take Amoneuron before they leave the dorms to dull the body's sensitivity to the new bond and to somewhat slow the effect from having someone of the opposite gender touch you pre-binding. It would stall it long enough until you both activate your soulmate mark together.

You were assigned to those with the less noticeable soulmarks like Namjoon and Hoseok while Minhyuk and Nabi were assigned to Jimin and Yoongi, Saeyoung—one of the oldest make-up noonas—was lined to only assist Namjoon; which left Jihae and Alexa to tend to Taehyung and Jin

Minhyuk had the stinkiest grimace on his face when he heard.

It was Jihae’s honest mistake since the changes had been abrupt and the pairings were given out on-the-spot. It wasn’t until later did she realise her mistake.

“So you’re saying, the girl with the wild delusions about Jin being her soulmate will be handling Jin? How did that happen?” Hoseok asked, voice barely a whisper as you both dismount the elevator.

“Jihae, bless her old soul, made a mistake when she was matching us up.”

Hoseok’s eyes scanned your face, searching for something you don’t know yet before turning his attention back to the front.

“You and I both know who Jin loves right?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, confused. “Of course..? What are you getting at?”

Instead of giving you a proper answer, he just smiled and said: “Good.”

"Hey, I'm not gonna be jealous. He's only got one soulmate and that's me."

A radiant smile splits his face as he lightly pinches your cheeks. "I'm glad you know."

The double doors to the correct styling room parts open and you both head in to see all the stylists and make-up noonas fluttering around in a somewhat organized chaos while the rest of the boys either sat in front of the mirror or stood still in the middle of the room as someone takes their measurements and hold up accessories to their faces.

Like second nature, Hoseok heads to the last available seat at the far left next to Yoongi and a standing Namjoon who’s scrolling through his phone while his stylist fetched a different top from the clothing rack.

“How’s the bone broth? Is it good?” Namjoon starts as the dancer sits down and you began to pull out the palettes and bottles from the rack in his shade.

“Our leader takes care of us so well, I loved it.”

“Why do you say it like he doesn’t care about us at all, Hoseok?” Yoongi instigated next to him with a blank expression as he scrolled through his phone.

“Oh come on, hyung. You know I don’t mean it like that.”

Instead of replying, Yoongi just grinned.

Soon enough, Hoseok’s primary stylist approached you both and began to list down possible make-up looks to match the outfit he’ll be wearing in the US. Picking up the primer and twisting the lid off, you began to work as the stylist pulled up reference pictures of his past make-up looks and other idols faces for inspiration.

Spreading and patting the product onto his face, your heart began to pick up a pace as you grew hyper aware of how close you are to him. Being aware of the unknown soulbond connecting the two of you had changed how you perceive what you used to deem as normal and routinely.

Hoseok has always been stunning with his cute nose and a jaw sharper than the finest of blades but since when did he begin to look as radiant as he does right now? And why are you so nervous?

You take out the foundation bottle with shaky hands and try your best to collect your composure.

But having your brush glide gently down the slope of his nose and having to touch his chin to tilt his head up made the task almost impossible.

It didn’t help that instead of his usual routine of scrolling through his phone, Hoseok was openly staring up at you with an unreadable look. You felt the heat of his gaze as it roamed up to your eyebrows, down to the tip of your nose before it paused at your lips. It left a trailing blaze that instantly melted the wall you tried so hard to establish between you and your soulmates during work.

You were tempted to keep your brush resting on top of his eyelids just so your heart could rest a little.

Every time you sensed it lingering on your lips, your heart would soar. You don't dare to listen to the voice in your head that tells you to look up to meet the other pair of eyes trained on you.

You could see Namjoon staring at you from the edge of your eyes, no doubt hearing how fast your heartbeat is going. You try not to fluster under his gaze too and switch your brush to the other hand to shake the tremble off of your dominant hand.

When Aera, Hoseok’s stylist, had walked away to answer to the other stylist's call, you narrowed your eyes at the dancer.

“Stop looking at me like that and do your usual scrolling through Naver.” You whispered, resolution faltering as a grin splits through Hoseok's perfectly sculpted face.

“I left my phone on the makeup table though.”

Without skipping a beat, you turned to pick up his phone and pushed it into his hand.

“Please look away, you're distracting me.”

Then, as if his stage persona had possessed him, his smile sweetened into a flirty grin. Suddenly, you were faced with an immovable force that is Jung Hoseok. His eyes flit down to your lips and his entire demeanor takes a sharp turn when his gaze grows heavy with longing, deep, desiring red flashing across his eyes and for a moment, you thought he was going to lean in to devour your whole.

Your heart skipped a beat and this time, Namjoon had snapped his head to the both of you.

“Stop teasing her, Hoba. You don't distract your make-up artist when they're doing their job.” Their leader said in a low voice, careful of any eavesdroppers as he placed a hand on his shoulder in almost a warning.

“I've never seen you be flustered like this before, noona. It's a bit addicting to see you turn red for me…”

Namjoon sighed. “Please remain professional inside the BigHit building please. We agreed to not let our personal feelings affect our work, didn't we?”

You sent the man a silent thanks and continued to work. When Aera returns, Hoseok had begrudgingly returned to his usual programming with him scrolling through his phone. But it didn't mean that your heart had calmed down from the previous encounter.

“Y/N? Are you sure you’re okay?” The stylist, Aera asks, concern marring her face as she touches your forehead. “You’re a little red.”

“I-I'm fine, don't worry.”

Hearing this encounter, a proud smile grew on his face.

Doing the rest of his make-up passed by uneventfully, Hoseok had listened to their leader and kept up a professional facade in front of other observers with an ease and coldness of a perfectionist dance leader. Yet even then, you couldn't stop the tremble and the suddenly halts whenever his heady gaze flashes in your mind.

When it was Namjoon’s turn, Minhyuk had finally appeared after discussing with the other stylists, his bright presence immediately drove away the emotions from earlier.

“God, I know we should be professional and all that but I really hate seeing her doing Jin's make-up.” The other make-up artist whispered as soon as he arrived, his eyes trained at the girl behind you. “She looks so smug and it's making me want to scratch her face with a foundation spatula.”

“Isn't a foundation spatula blunt?” Namjoon asked, confused.

“You underestimate how much I hate her with my entire being, Namjoon. Even the bluntest, roundest edge can be turned into a weapon in the hand of a hater.” Minhyuk responded as he took the eyeshadow palette you were stretching out to him before reaching over the brush container for the correct one.

“I think you've just given me inspiration.”

“Well, I’ll be honoured to know that my random blabbering has helped the magnificent leader, RM of BTS.” Minhyuk then bowed his head exaggeratedly, making Namjoon chuckle.

With Minhyuk taking over Namjoon’s eye makeup, you looked over your shoulder to see what he was referring to and found yourself staring at what might just be the most uncomfortable look you've ever seen on Taehyung and Seokjin as Alexa made her preference for Seokjin obvious as she flutter around him, singing honeyed praises and touching his face longer than a staff should.

With Jihae busy bouncing ideas with the head of the styling and Saeyoung, Alexa was left unattended with all the freedom to do whatever she wants.

Irritation prickled your skin, not because you were jealous but because she was practically coaxing out a soulmate hyperactivity out of him with how long and often she's brushing against his face.

It wasn't like with Nabi who's careful not to touch your soulmates or Saeyoung and Jihae who are already married old women, Alexa has expressed her romantic intentions for Seokjin constantly, something that can still coax out a hyperactivity.

Granted the woman doesn't know your status but as someone destined for someone else, shouldn't she be focusing on that person instead of wasting time with someone who doesn't care about her?

Catching Taehyung’s gaze through his reflection in the mirror, he gave you a panicked look, his thoughts the same as yours.

Luckily, there hasn't been any rising dread or your senses being dialed up to the nines which means the medicine is working.

“That amount of touching would be dangerous, no? I think I should step in.”

But before Minhyuk could begin to march towards them, Seokjin turned to Alexa with the politest grin as he finally let her down slowly if the amusement in Taehyung's eyes were anything to go by.

Shocked and embarrassed by being rejected by the idol in presence of another, she hastily left the room to the confusion of the leaders and oldest women standing near the entrance. Turning to you and Minhyuk, Jihae raised an accusing eyebrow to which you both replied with a shrug. With a sigh, the woman excused herself from the conversation to tend to Seokjin and Taehyung.

“Serves her right.” Minhyuk snorted before turning his attention back to you and ushering you away. "Go calm down the bond with your man. There's chocolate in my bag and go eat it with him."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you, hyuk?"

"Only when you're drunk. Now go!"

Quickly retrieving the sweets from Minhyuk's bag, you jogged up to Jin and offered the chocolate to him.

With no second spared, he tore through the wrapper and tossed the small candy into his mouth. Its sugary taste bleeds into your tastebuds before the candy touched your tongue.

Despite not experiencing any hint of hyperactivity, there was still a rush of cold relief flushing through your body from having your soulmarks get activated together, as if it was glad to have the bond still intact. A resonating warmth soon replaced the coolness and Seokjin expelled out a long exhale.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Unsure of what to do in the eyes of the public, you had settled with placing your hands on his shoulders and giving him a comforting squeeze. Taking a glimpse at the reflection of the crowded room, he shyly reached up a hand to clasp over yours in return.

_______

[Yesterday, 13:02] [13:02] The BADDEST: i cant laugh just yet in public rn but [13:02] The BADDEST: HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA [13:02] The BADDEST: GOD IS REAL AND HE HAS FINALLY GAVE HER WHAT SHE DESERVED [13:02] The PRETTIEST: minhyuk you're so mean [13:02] The BADDEST: i saw you giggling to yourself earlier [13:02] The BADDEST: dont ever lie to me again [13:02] The MOTHER: please refrain from using your phones during work hours ladies [13:02] The MOTHER: @The BADDEST i can see you still typing, put that phone away [13:03] The PRETTIEST: hopefully that's the last time we'll see alexa being an annoying fruit fly around seokjin [13:03] The PRETTIEST: but between you guys, me and god? i doubt that [13:03] The BADDEST: she can try😤 [13:03] The BADDEST: i got years of unresolved anger issues I'll gladly unleash on her [13:03] The MOTHER: GO BACK TO WORK KIDS

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“Noona, have you packed everything you need?”

You huffed. “Of course I have. I've been doing this for years, you know?”

“Well, even if you forgot something, the others can bring it to you anyways.” Taehyung shrugged as he pushed open the doors of the van and stepped out, offering a hand to you as you followed him out with Jimin behind you.

“I'm starting to hate having idols for soulmates. Leaving the country at midnight to evade reporters and stalkers just isn't for me.”

“On the bright side, you'd never have to worry about money and losing your best friends.” Jimin replied as the three of you strolled into the hidden entrance of the airport. “Plus, you get to have handsome men with all that money and companionship.”

“Can't deny that…” You sighed as the two bodyguards assigned to the three of you guided you into the establishment and you yawned. “God, I'm so sleepy.”

Taehyung pats your back.

“We can sleep on the plane then you can choose between the two of us who you want more," Taehyung paused as he considered his words. "Or you can have both of us at the same time."

“Tae, you know how bad that sounded, right?”

“It's not my fault that you have a rotten mind, Jiminie. You know that I don't mean anything by that.”

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