#moonbyul fabric

[cheesygroove]

Let's play rock paper scissors all night It's fine, I'll let you win

moonbyul x fem!reader — contains smut; overall pwp. sub!mb. overestimulation. no other cws. 380 words. minors dni.

The straps of Byulyi's outfit are neatly tied at her abs with a delicate lace just over her belly button. Your hand is under its thin fabric, feeling it tightening and loosening over your fingers as her breathing rhythm stays ragged. It poses a weak resemblance to how her inner walls once clenched on your digits — what's left of that now sticks to her stomach, on a trail that accuses you of contouring Byulyi's ab muscles with her own juices.

Her unintelligent and whispery requests bring a smile to your lips. On a usual day, Byulyi has a way with words, unless under your spell. 

"Any trouble with saying something, huh? What you wanna tell me, babe?"

Instead of speaking, she simply holds your hand and slides it down to the place that just got the most attention from you. Your fingers merely ghost past her folds — enough to elicit a shy moan from the rapper's mouth. 

Even the slightest increase in pressure against her vulva seems too much at this point. Her face contorts, but the sounds she makes are from pleasure. "Cute," you whisper, moving closer to her core, making sure that your warm breath is felt against it, "so sensitive because of me."

Two digits slip into her without a hint of friction, and Byulyi has no time to think before your tongue joins in stimulating her clit. Even though she seems like in a dazed state, her hip movements meet your thrusts halfway. Eyes widened, mouth agape with no sound coming out of it — until a loud ah is let out accompanied by a flood that soaks your palm. 

You gasp against her intimacy, mouth letting her personally know just how much you appreciate her efforts. Because Byulyi has earned it, you allow her to ride out the remaining climax with a tender passing of your tongue throughout her labia and clit, sweetly devouring every drip she gives you.

Upon getting up, the vision escalates from her abs, which contract and relax as Byulyi gasps for air, to her head that faces up, eyes lost in the ceiling. While not knowing that you're looking, she mouths an I love you and smiles lopsidedly.

You mouth it back, knowing she won't see it either.  

a/n: I'm terribly rusty, but I wanted to read/write sub!byul for a while. hope you enjoyed. xx

[the-strange-world]

23 dream kpop collabs I want to see in 2023 (this is so random 😂)

In no particular order

Chaein (Purple Kiss) Wheein (mamamoo), & Keeho (P1harmony) - Stay by Rihanna feat. Mikky Ekko

Jun (seventeen), Intak (p1harmony), & Juyeon (the boyz) - Don’t Stop the Music - Rihanna

Q (the boyz) Hoshi (seventeen) Hyeongjun (cravity) & Jonghyeong (dkz) - Make Me Feel by Janelle Monae

Yujin (Lesserafim) & Seungkwan (seventeen) - What a Time by Julia Michaels feat. Niall Horan

Minni (gidle) & Swan (purple kiss) - Light on by Maggie Rogers

Dosie (purple kiss) & Yoojung (weki meki) - Let Me Love You by Mario

Mingyu (dkz) & dk (seventeen) - I’d Rather Be Me from Mean Girls

Ireh (purple kiss) & Tsuki (billlie) - Hold Me Closer by Elton John & Britney Spears

Woobin (cravity) & Suyeon (weki meki) - July by Noah Cyrus

Key (shinee) & Changsub (btob) - Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

Lee Suhyun & Goeun (purple kiss) - Who Will Save Your Soul by Jewel

Suho (exo) & Solar (mamamoo) - Another Day from RENT

Jacob (the boyz) & Haram (billlie) - Details In The Fabric by Jason Mraz

E’last, Tempest, & Cix - Hey Ya by Outkast

youra & Faver - Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

Yooa (oh my girl), Lily (nmixx), & YOUHA - Mastermind by Taylor Swift

BIBI & Hwasa (mamamoo) - All I Really Want - Alanis Morissette

Hanse (victon) & Soyeon (gidle) - Work by Rihanna feat. Drake

ADORA, Chaeryeong (itzy) & Jo Yuri - Us by Regina Spektor

Kyoungyoon (dkz) & Lee Chaeyeon - Dammit Janet from Rocky Horror Picture Show

Yuki (purple kiss) Sunwoo (the boyz) Jaechan (dkz) Dami (Dreamcatcher), Moonbyul (mamamoo), Jongseob (p1harmony), & Vernon (seventeen) - Super Bass by Nicki Minaj

Minhyuk (monsta x), Soobin (txt), Mingyu (seventeen), & Seungmin (cravity) - Good Thing by Zedd & Kehlani

Yuqi (gidle) & Umji (viviz) - Sunday Afternoon by Rachael Yamagata

What would you love to see?

[vicxy]

Short Pick a Card Reading: Choose a flower 🌺

Hey everyone! This is a short PAC I had an idea of coming out with so I hope you guys enjoy it! This is meant to be lighthearted and fun, so don’t take it too seriously :) The topic of this PAC is: Random things that could be present in your honeymoon with your FS. This is intuitively channeled so I hope they resonate a little or at least, are accurate! I would also like to thank @imperium0-0 for carrying me through my project or else I would’ve died 🤡

Pick the pile(s) you are attracted to. Happy reading!

☾ Pile 1: “I don’t want to earn my living. I want to live.”

✧༺♥༻∞ outdoor activities; ziplining. nature trails, exploration. swimming pools and condominiums. lollipops, heart shaped ones maybe? listening to music together. lace fabric. dark nights, parks, and water fountains. the louvre, museums/exhibitions. night markets, Thailand? dessert shops, cute rental cars. chandeliers, romantic late night dinners. spa trips, hotel rooms with wooden drawers. tatami mats. twin beds? showers together, white bathrooms. winking? green bags, a nice view at the window. acorns and chipmunks. Alvin and the chipmunks? ∞༺♥༻✧

☾ Pile 2: “Let me offer you some yellow flowers.”

*＊✿❀ dogs, animals, moon, cakes, strawberries, pendants. clubs, a Ferris wheel, going out at night to gaze at the lights around the cities. retro music, gold and glitter, surprises. Korean food? statues, crowns, books and magazines. daisies and dandelions, flower crowns, gaming. cupcakes and fruits. social media. academies. countryside. ❀✿＊*

☾ Pile 3: “Nothing can dim the light that shines within you.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ bts, run, sports shoes, glasses with golden rims. singing, roses. disney, candles, mountains, stargazing. aurora borealis? watching movies / anime / dramas together. eren jäeger. picnics, wooden lunch tables. code geass? coastal areas, sea breeze + a lot of windy places. Rome / Greece. projects, champagne. suits and pearl necklaces. some of you could be LGBTQ+? moonbyul (mamamoo). flyers and pamphlets, drivers. looking into each other’s eyes, sapphire, rich vibes. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

That’s all I have today, I apologise because of it being short! I intuitively picked the quotes so yeahh, hope at least some resonated! Good day everybody :) 💖

[byulsgrease]

held

(moonbyul x gender neutral reader, ~580 words, fluff/comfort?)

cw: nail biting/picking + being insecure about your hands

a/n: sorry it's so short, had a long week ;;

Embarrassment? Shame? Something of the like. And sure, it's stress-related. But it doesn't help that the habit itself is stress-inducing. A never-ending cycle of sorts.

It's not even something you notice until well after the fact. When you change your hold on a pen because it hurts with the usual grip. When it just hurts to grasp anything after ripping out hangnails, fingers unwarrantedly warm but stress temporarily sated from that string of skin yanked out from beside one nail bed. When you realize in a moment of silence that your fingertips ache from having bitten away the whites of your nails forcibly exposing the tender skin underneath.

So it's no surprise that under most circumstances your hands rest deep in your pants pockets or squashed beneath your thighs when you sit. Or maybe retracted inside the elastic cuffs of the oversized hoodies she always lends you. On occasion the conscious insecurity escapes your mind for a fleeting moment, until you're caught with a nail between your bared teeth.

Some drama plays on the tv. Your body's lazily slotted between her sweatpant-clad legs, head resting on her chest while the gentle thump of her heartbeat beneath her hoodie offers its typical comfort. The arm draped over your torso keeps you pressed to her body, not that you plan on moving anytime soon.

You absentmindedly fiddle with a tough hangnail, mind under-stimulated and trying to figure out what to do with your hands. Byulyi presumably notices and moves to grab your hands, but you stop and ball your fists before she gets to them.

Your head shakes, retracting your hands even deeper into your long sleeves away from her gaze, much like a turtle hiding in its shell. Byul, stubborn as ever, places her hands over your balled-up fists, coaxing them open with gentle swipes of her thumb over the fabric.

"Are you gonna let me hold your hands?" she asks gently, patting over the sleeves where your hands reside.

"You already are," you reply begrudgingly with a pout. A breath escapes her nose in tandem with an upturned corner of her mouth. She peers around your head, trying to get a read on your expression. It's not the first time you've felt like this by any means, but you're not saying no to her reassurance. “They’re gross though, so why would you even want to?” you add on quietly, shrinking back into yourself. Her arms cross over themselves, hands trailing up yours to squeeze your shoulders in a hug.

"Because I love you, and they're a part of you. What other reason would I need?" she replies matter-of-factly, voice low in your ear. Fair enough, you figure, lifting your arms for her to ease the sleeves down. She grasps one of your hands in hers and swings your arm away from your body, her lips meeting the back of your hand in an overly dramatic fashion. You can't help but laugh as you wriggle the hand out of her grip. She finds your other hand anyway, fingers interlocking with yours more carefully this time. She flashes her signature cheesy grin and you can't help but groan, head falling back into her chest.

"What am I gonna do with you?" you sigh airily, straining your eyebrows to stare up at her.

"I dunno, you tell me. But our hands fit well together, and that's a fact," she replies, smirking against your hair after planting a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

[athera]

(Moonsun) My Mommy

Warnings: 18+, Anal, overstimulation, S&M, spanking (pussy and ass), facefucking, toys, aftercare, honestly this is 2000 words of pure filth but enjoy.

Moonbyul POV

I've been testing Yongsun's patience all day today, with small arguments, and shoves and overall being a brat. But when I started a fight in front of our dance team  I clearly made her the most angry in a long time. She took off my shirt and bra before she pushed me over the counter angrily and put her hand in my hair, holding my cheek against the hard cold counter. She had me in the perfect position with my ass sticking out to her, she began to spank my ass. She was really mad this time, she wasn't holding back at all, it hurt even over the fabric of my jeans. I started to groan as tears came to my eyes, however I could also feel a sudden wetness in my underwear.

"Who am I?" She said to me in a low voice with an undertone of lust.

"Leader.." I replied to her, knowing it wasn't what she wanted to hear, I wanted to push her. It worked. She pulled my pants down and brought her hand down on my underwear-clad ass three times so hard I could hear the echo throughout her apartment. I let out a scream mixed with a moan and felt my pussy gush.

"Try again." Her voice was so demanding I felt myself fall into a submissive state, I felt like I had to obey her commands. I whispered below my breath what she wanted to hear.

"Mommy.." She spanked me once again.

"Speak up."

"Mommy!" I screamed as she delivered another hard slap to my ass.

"That's right. It's Mommy to you." She spanked me over and over, her strength was unrelenting and I could hear each spank ring out. "You naughty little girl. Your cunt is soaking through your underwear, do you like this?" I whimpered as she landed two more harsh spanks on my stinging butt.

"Yes Mommy." I whispered.

"How many times do I have to tell you to speak up." She leaned over my ear to whisper lowly as she ran her nails down my ass.

"I'm sorry! Yes Mommy!" I yelled out against the counter. Her grip on my head wasn't letting up, a sign of exactly how angry I made her.

"Clearly, you're enjoying this, you're a little masochist, finding your pleasure through pain, constantly pushing me and arguing with me in front of others." Yongsun spanked me once with every little phrase or point she made. "It's a shame you can't see your ass, so pink it's almost red. I can't wait to see you try and sit down later." She spanked my ass once more before grabbing a fistful of hair tightly and pulling me up, she dragged me into her room and pushed me onto her bed. Yongsun put me on my back and pushed my legs up and down so my feet were beside my head. She basically folded my body in half and pushed my butt up with a pillow under me. I knew to hold my legs in the position she put me in. She could clearly see my stinging ass and both holes. In this position I could see myself as well, Yongsun was right, my ass was bright pink. I was completely on display and I felt myself falling deeper into submission.

Yongsun walked away for a moment, but I knew not to move. When she came back she was holding a large black buttplug, it was about 5 inches and could vibrate, and I could see she had put on the thick 8in strap on. My clit twitched and could feel it as my underwear stuck to my pussy. She grabbed a pair of scissors in her nightstand and started to cut my underwear off.

"You won't be needing this anymore. At least not when you're here." Yongsun pulled it off me and started to lubricate the buttplug with my juices. She pulled away and spanked my soaked cunt twice, before rubbing it with the plug again. I flinched in pleasure and pain and she did that three more times, and my clit was aching, before she started to push the big plug in my asshole. I whined and moaned the entire time pushed it in.

It definitely wasn't the first time, but the stretch of my anus is always so good, of course it hurts but in the best way. She was teasing my clit so gently it was almost torture, but the pleasure from my clit and the pain from my ass was a perfect mix. She got to the widest part of the plug, the end, and forcefully pushed it in completely within an instant. I gasped and she immediately went back to spanking my pussy and clit roughly.

"Ah! Mommy! More!" I could barely speak through all the sensations. I love the intense feelings I was experiencing through my nether regions.

"Such. A. Bad. Girl." She accentuated each word with another slap on my cunt. "Getting so horny from being spanked on your ass and your pussy, what a slut." On the word "and" Yongsun smacked my pussy the hardest time so far, I felt myself come undone and it took everything in me not drop my legs as I screamed in pleasure.

"Oh my, did you really just cum from this? This is a punishment and yet you enjoyed yourself enough to cum like that? You really are a masochistic slut." She pinched my clit and started pushing the buttplug in and out, fucking my ass with it. "You didn't even ask for permission to cum. Now you've given me more reason to punish you. Even though I'm sure you'll enjoy it, was this what you wanted? To be punished? Of course you did."

My clit was so sensitive from being slapped and my orgasm, having it pinched made me feel completely overstimulated but it feels heavenly. I don't want it to end, Yongsun is right, I'm such a masochistic slut, but only for her. Only for my mommy.

Mommy pushed the plug in completely again and pulled the pillow out from under me, then she lined up her strap on with my practically dripping pussy. She rubbed the outside with it and made sure to tease my throbbing clit with the tip for a minute. And finally, she thrust it all in my cunt with a single movement, her hips meeting my stinging pink ass. I couldn't do anything but scream and moan as I saw Mommy's fake cock pierce my body in an instant. It was all I needed to cum again, that single thrust mixed with the full sensation in my ass and pussy. Yongsun saw me cum again without permission and so she pinched my clit hard again while I came, I was lost in the pleasure and pain and I never wanted it to end. Even as I came down from my high, her fingers stayed pinching my sensitive clit.

"You fucking slut, cumming the second I thrust into your pussy, it was so wet it went in so easily and quickly that I didn't even use much force. But this is your second time cumming without permission from your Mommy. I would pull out and spank you but we already that'll make you cum too. What am I supposed to do with such a slut? Hmm, maybe I should just make you cum over and over until even you can't stand it anymore. How many times would that be? Knowing how much you like pain it'd probably be about 5-10 times? Who knows but if you keep cumming like that we'll find out soon enough." Her grip on my clit was strong and she started to move and twist her fingers while she never let up on the pressure. She kept it up even when she began to thrust inside my pussy. Mommy would pull out to the top slowly and pound back in quickly, making my cunt feel empty and then full within seconds over and over again. Every time her hips met ass, the force would make a slapping sound similar to my spanking, and with how hard she spanked me earlier it felt like another hit every single thrust. I could also feel Mommy's strap on hitting deep inside, it could probably hit my cervix if she wanted it to and I was sure she knew that. It took me at most two minutes before I was cumming again. Mommy was right the overstimulation was perfect for me.

"That's three." She let go of my clit and brought her hands up and leaned over me. She removed my hands from legs and used them to keep herself stable on top of me, which meant they were completely pushed into the mattress next to my head,  and I could feel it now. Mommy's 8in cock has finally reached my cervix and was right against it. She instructed me to put my hands behind my back. Then she began to pound my pussy and from this angle Yongsun's cock could push against my cervix with every thrust. I began to drool and I was a moaning horny mess. I came again quickly, but this time she refused to stop thrusting. And she kept going throughout my orgasm.

“Four.” She sped up. I was so overstimulated I came again almost immediately, squirting around her strap on. Again she left me to ride out my orgasm as she kept thrusting.

“Five.” She pulled out and I let out a whine. Yongsun climbed up my body and turned around so she was facing my sore, well-fucked pussy, while I had clear view her pussy and strap on. She took my hands out from under me and made me hold my aching legs open again, as she angled her strap on covered in my juices towards my mouth. I didn’t hesitate to take it in. She found the best angle and began to facefuck me while I could taste myself. She began to alternate between rubbing my clit and spanking it. I was in paradise, this is exactly what I wanted, to be a total slut for Mommy. My ass was full, my cunt was empty but sore and sensitive, my clit was just an overstimulated mess, and I was being facefucked by her 8in cock. I squirted again as she delivered a particularly hard smack directly on my clit.

“Six. You look so pretty like this, it’s a shame you can’t be a good girl for me but I do love to try and fuck you into one.” She stopped thrusting in my mouth and left her cock as deep inside as she could, 7in of her cock was in my throat. She sat up and on my face as she took her time to look for and grab her phone. Meanwhile I was breathing in her delicious scent. She pointed it at my face and began thrusting again. She was taking a video. Yongsun pulled out completely as she finished the video. She got off of me and took many pictures of my bare and fucked body.

Then she put my legs down flat on the bed, they were extremely sore and my stinging ass hurt against the fabric but I didn’t mind. She pulled me in for a kiss and stroked my hair lovingly.

“Are you okay?” She was always extremely worried after having sex like that, even if her sadistic side comes out really well.

“I’m okay, I feel amazing actually.” I replied best I could, my throat felt dry though. “Can I have some water?”

“Of course love.” She went out and quickly returned with a tall glass of water and in her other hand was a soothing cream. She helped me drink some water and then flipped me over gently.

“Yong, you don’t have to it’s not that bad.”

“What do you mean “not that bad”! It’s practically red and I can still see my handprints. It must hurt.”

“I like it though..” I said lightly.

“Well, no matter how much of a masochist you might be, we still have to go to work tomorrow and you can’t be walking funny in public.”

I sighed, I knew she was right and she began to generously apply cream on my ass and apparently she had also grabbed a gel for muscle pain that I didn’t see, and she applied it on the back of my thighs, massaging it deeply. She always took amazing care of me afterwards, one of the reasons I love her so much. She left me on my stomach for a bit while the cream and gel did their thing while she came up to lay next to me, giving me kisses and stoking my hair after she wiped my face clean from drool and my own “liquids” with a wet towel.

“Do you want me to take out the plug or leave it in until you sleep?”

“In please, and can you start the vibrations?”

“Sure baby.” Yongsun turned on the vibrations to low-medium, for some reason the feeling made it easier to sleep.

No more than 10 minutes later I felt myself drifting into sleep as she had an arm wrapped around my neck pulling me into her chest.

“I love you.” I whispered faintly.

“I love you too baby.” She continued to stroke my hair as I fell asleep with the person I loved most next to me.

[sevlgi]

the special one

requested: yes

group: mamamoo

pairing: moonbyul x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

contents: vampire!moonbyul, bartender!reader

warnings: blood, weapons, vampires

synopsis: Moonbyul was always used to getting her way. So encountering an entire bar warned against her powers, and led by a surprisingly feisty human, wasn’t exactly on her bucket list.

a/n: lowkey wanted to wait for byul’s birthday to post this but i couldn’t wait :D enjoy!!

word count: 3.3k

As soon as she stepped into the bar, Byulyi could smell the thing she had been craving for the past month. Well, two things: blood, and some good alcohol.

She paid no mind to the hands grabbing at her as she slid through the crowd, skillfully evading being pulled into a dance circle by a group of admittedly pretty girls. Sure, they were easy targets for feeding, but there needed to be some alcohol in her system before she dealt with horny foreigners.

“A bottle of your finest soju, please.”

She smiled at the waiter who turned around, a girl probably barely 20 years old. A perfect target, then- someone who didn’t know the kinds of creatures that frequented the darker bars of Seoul.

It wasn’t even an egotistical thing to say that no one had been able to resist the allure of Byulyi’s gaze for centuries, and she never expected an almost teenaged girl to be the one to break that record. To her surprise, the kid looked down instantly, voice sounding odd as she polished the glass in her hands. “One second, ma’am.”

Pursing her crimson-stained lips, the vampire checked her clothing for the unlikely chance of bloodstains on the black fabric. Maybe it was the dark smeared eye makeup? But usually, all her looks did was draw more people in, even without using the power behind her eyes...

“Another one of you, eh?”

When her eyes shifted over to the staff door that the boy had entered, she found a defiant gaze, eyebrows cocked and hip jutting to one side. Unlike the earlier bartender, you stared right into her eyes without a change to your expression, no lust or euphoria seeping into cold irises. “I’m sorry, you are?” Byulyi asked, sending you a small smile. 

You remained unimpressed, flinging a dishrag onto the bar counter as you slammed your hands down onto the stone and leaned in closer. In close proximity, you were interestingly beautiful, the lack of sympathy attractive in some twisted way. “Y/N. Manager, and a strong hater of you vampires. See yourself out.”

The short-haired woman shrugged, leaning back in the barstool and crossing her arms. “I don’t think I will, manager. Tell me, did you train the kid how to recognize people like me?”

Taking a good look at the points of Byulyi’s nails and the glint to her teeth, you evidently decided not to fight her, gritting your teeth instead as you matched her stance. “Ryujin’s smart. She isn’t as strong as me, maybe, but she knows enough to not be caught in your trap.”

Every word spat out of your mouth sounds like a barbed and poisoned insult aimed right at the vampire’s heart, but they make no impact on stone skin. Still smiling, Byulyi waved a hand at the alcohol littering the bar. “Well, since you know not to fight me, how about that soju?”

You bristled at being ordered to do something, but set an ice-cold bottle of the soju down on the counter. “The most expensive in the house,” you hissed, shoving it over at her. “And you’re going to have to pay. No one else is coming to serve you tonight, now that I know what you are.”

“See you soon, manager,” she saluted, cracking the soju open with a simple flick of her wrist. Even if nothing else resulted from the night, she’d found another first.

You were going to be the first person that Byulyi won over by herself, without the influence of any powers whatsoever. And yes, she would win you over somehow. Eventually.

At first, Byulyi had been confused by the vendetta you seemed to have against vampires. It was true that she didn’t fit in with the clan system that most vampires in the city (or world) tended to adopt, but she didn’t think that anyone could be bad enough to make you quite so wary.

And it just so happened that the next time she dared to visit your bar, you were dealing with the difficult ones.

“I told you that we don’t allow vamps for a reason,” you scowled, eyes flicking between those of the five girls who stood with their arms crossed before you. “I may not be able to control you, but I sure as hell won’t let you feed on innocents.”

Irene exchanged a glance with Joy, who was just about to step forward when another voice interrupted the conversation. “Hey. Are you giving the manager trouble?”

You glared at Byulyi as well, though there wasn’t the venom that you directed at the clan. “Rogue. You’re going against us?” Seulgi asked, head cocked to a side. “Isn’t it in your best interest too to get rid of this... human?”

Strolling forward with her hands in the pockets of her pants, Byulyi sighed. “Look, manager here is stronger than you think. And if I want to remain in her best interests, be able to come to this bar sometimes, I’ll do what she asks. Including throwing you out.”

Despite the numbers of the clan, there was no possible way any of the five could match up to Byulyi’s sheer experience. She wasn’t violent compared to some, but she could certainly hold her own in a fight. You were silent behind the bar, but the stare you directed at the clan spoke volumes.

“Fine,” Yeri rolled her eyes, lips pinching together. “Come on. Survive another day, right?”

As they filed out of the bar, Byulyi’s eyes remained on them until the door swung shut. “You didn’t have to do that,” you said with your back turned, hands scrubbing at a bottle for no reason.

“Don’t worry, it was fun,” she grinned, sliding onto the barstool. “Is this why you dislike us vamps? Not all of us are like them, you know.”

You turned just to send her a half-hearted glare. “No, that’s not why. I always- I never liked you undead things, and being immune to your powers doesn’t help anything. But hoity-toity ones like them make it worse.”

The vampire leaned her chin on her hand, watching you work. The reddish glare of the bar’s lights only made the column of your throat look more inviting, but Byulyi wasn’t reckless enough to attack someone capable of resisting her. Besides, you were an interesting one. “I see. Well, if anyone tries to mess with you again, you call me,” she jested, smiling wider when you scoffed.

“Sure.” But contrasting your cold words, you slid a bottle of soju over to her, the same flavor that she’d liked best the last time. “On the house this time. But I don’t owe you anything after this,” you warned.

“Come on, a bottle of soju isn’t enough,” Byulyi pouted, laughing when you scrunched your nose. “You owe me a favor. I’m responsible, promise, I won’t ask for your blood or anything.”

You hesitated before agreeing, but finally allowed her to shake your hand. “Fine. A favor- geez, your hands are cold.”

She stared down at the pale skin once you had jerked away, a slight warmth from your human hands lingering. “I guess. I mean, I’m dead, what do you expect?”

“Dead, huh?” You almost look sympathetic for once, pouring out some soju for the both of you. “What’s that like?”

Byulyi raised an eyebrow as she clinked her glass against yours. “Being dead? Well, I don’t remember that. But now, it’s similar to being alive. My heart still beats, if that’s what you’re wondering. That’s what makes it hard for people to realize that we aren’t human too.”

“It still beats?” you frowned, scrunching your entire face at the taste of alcohol burning the back of your throat. “I always hear differently.”

She reached out for your hand, holding on loosely when you allowed her to hold it. “Come on, feel.”

You exhaled sharply when you felt the pounding at the pulsepoint of Byulyi’s neck, leaning in closer as if that’d allow you to hear it, too. When you looked down, though, you realized the position you were in. “If anyone looked at us, they’d think I was the vampire.”

“You’re right, aren’t you?” she smiled, only tilting her head more to expose her neck to you. “You could kill me right now.”

“Aren’t you already dead?” You bent down under the counter to hide the heat in your cheeks, your fingertips icy just from a couple seconds of contact. “How would I kill you?”

The vampire shrugged, “Wooden stake works on the weaker ones. Holy water, if you had any, but that one takes a lot to kill. For us older ones, the only thing that works is a sacred bullet; hard to come by for you humans, which is why you don’t know about it.”

Frowning, you looked over from the vault of good alcohol stored under the bar. “Huh. What else is fake?”

Byulyi scrunched her nose, looking remarkably like a cute and harmless hamster in a slightly bloodstained black outfit when she did. She was almost charming when she pondered your question, tapping blunt fingernails against her chin. “The mirror thing is, my friend Yongsun spends hours staring at herself. So’s the garlic allergy. I like garlic.”

“Good to know,” you chuckled when you stood up again. “Enjoy your soju, Byulyi  .”

She ghosted her own hands over your fingerprints marring the frosted glass of the alcohol bottle, bringing the entire thing to her lips. “I will.”

Seulgi’s grip was iron tight as she pulled your head back by your hair, your wrists straining against the duct tape holding them together as your scalp screamed. “I’ll ask you again. Where is she?”

Ryujin’s eyes were nothing short of terrified over the tape clamping over her mouth, but you remained firm with your chin jutting out. “I. Don’t. Know. I don’t serve vampires, and I don’t protect them.”

Scoffing, Irene scraped a fingernail against your cheek, the skin tearing under the serrated tip. “Don’t lie. She saved you from us last time, and Byulyi doesn’t risk her rogue status for just anyone.”

Glancing up at the ceiling, or the floor of your actual bar, Wendy mused, “I wonder if she’d hear you scream. If you mean so much to her, what would she give to save you?”

You sighed, going limp just to shake your head. “I told you. Byulyi protected me out of spite against you, not because she gives a shit about me. And I won’t scream. You can kill me in peace, as soon as you--”

Crashing into Wendy, the door to the basement slammed open with a kick from the very person you claimed to not give a shit about you. Byulyi finally looked like the vampire you feared her to be from the start, dark eyes ablaze with something that quite honestly frightened you. Her dark clothing swirled around her in the dusty air, pale brown hair glinting gold as her own nails cut the bonds holding Ryujin. “Go.”

She ran as told, too fast for Yeri’s claws to grasp onto the hem of her work jacket. “So it worked,” Joy smiled, cocking the slightly rusty pistol in her hand. Sacred bullet, you remembered, struggling more against your bonds when you realized what that bullet could do to the vampire glaring daggers at her opponents. “Stupid of you.”

In a sudden burst of strength, the duct tape ripped and you surged up, feeling at least a couple locks of hair remain in Seulgi’s fist. But in that rush, you tackled the tallest girl in the room, all breath knocked out of your lungs at the impact.

Scrambling for the gun, you screamed out at the feeling of sharp points sinking into your arm, hand faltering. “Let go--”

A harsh crack sounded by your ear when Byulyi’s foot stomped down on Joy’s ribs, her fangs pulling out just as your fingers closed around the gun. You panted as you twisted, blood dripping from your arm onto your face as you pressed the stone cold barrel into the girl’s pretty face. “Stand up,” you breathed, hands shaking as she eyed you. “Stand.”

The other four in her clan circled around you; despite the fact that you had no clue whatsoever about how to handle the weapon in your hands, you hoped that the fierce expression on your face was enough to convince them. Byulyi’s hand was surprisingly gentle on your shoulder, as was the expression on her face when she smiled at you. “Well. I believe you know what the blessed bullet in this gun does, and I’m sure you know better than to fight me on this.”

Irene hissed, fangs glistening under the dim lighting of the basement, “You don’t have Yongsun with you right now. What makes you think we can’t kill you, and your pretty human girlfriend too?”

Byulyi’s lips curved up in a smile as the cocking of another gun sounded by the basement door, Ryujin’s brow furrowed as she aimed. “Unlike this one, which I bet you only loaded one bullet into, that pistol over there has 4 bullets, straight from the hands of a priest,” the vampire explained with her hands behind her back. “More than enough to kill all of you, if I don’t get to you first.”

Yeri was already tugging at the wrist of Wendy, who stared futilely at the gun still pressed into Joy’s neck. Finally, Seulgi spoke up with a wavering voice, Irene not bothering to dispute as she asked, “What do you want? Money?”

“I want you to stay away from this bar, and with it, Y/N,” Byulyi gestured, deep voice smooth as she turned to you, sending a greasy wink that you rolled your eyes at. “And I’ll be telling all the other clans about this... incident. Sound fair?”

You breathed out a shallow sigh of relief when Irene nodded tentatively. “Good. Then get out, and don’t expect the pistol back,” you warned, waving Ryujin to get out of the stairway. “I don’t ever want to see your faces again.”

“I can’t thank you enough.”

Byulyi shrugged, clinking sojus with a grin on her face. She looked positively delighted, though she wasn’t the one with bite marks on her arm and a scrape on her cheekbone. “No need to. It was fun.”

“Fun?” you scoffed, downing the alcohol. “I wouldn’t call it that. But seriously, what do you want in return? That’s two favors I owe you now.”

“Is it?” she blinked. “I wasn’t keeping track.”

Looking out over the bar, you smiled at the sight of a vampire-free crowd, customers downing Ryujin’s specialty drinks as music boomed in LED speakers. “Yeah. Two favors. You better think fast, vampy.”

“There is one thing in mind.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked back over, head tilting when you realized that Byulyi wasn’t staring back like she usually did. “Yeah? What’s up?”

She cleared her throat suddenly, though you were sure that alcohol didn’t burn her like it did you. “I don’t want to use the favors for this, since I think that’d be immoral, but I... I want to be closer to you.”

Flicking your hand in the air between the two of you, you clarified, “What’s that mean? You wanna be friends? You wanna sit closer to me? Or sex--”

“No!” She held her hands out in front of her; to your satisfaction, you were sure that she’d be blushing if she was capable of it. “I may feel something for you. Not sexual, but something that I haven’t felt in a while. If I can, I’d like to use both my favors to call you my... girlfriend. Is that the term you use these days?”

“A girlfriend?” you laughed, shaking your head as you leaned forward in your chair. “That’s great and all, but you’ve barely known me for a month.”

Despite being a (not-so) human being, Byulyi visibly deflated. Without realizing it, your hand shot out and settled on her knee, thumb caressing the rough material of her jeans. “Okay. Then how about this: I will be your girlfriend. But it’ll be probational, like our alliance. As soon as you do something to piss me off, which I’m sure will be soon, I’ll decide if it’ll continue.”

She grinned, nose scrunching up as she offered you a toast. “Sounds perfect to me.”

The clink of the glass bottles was the chime of bells ringing in a new chapter, clear over the drunk energies of the night. Not wedding bells, of course- that wouldn’t happen for a good hundred more years. 

[bearseokie]

Misconduct (M) | mby

gif not mine, credit to owner!

request: A dom moonbyul x sub female reader smut if that's something you feel comfortable writing about? Thank you

genre: smut pairing: dom! moonbyul x fem! sub! reader word count: 1.2k [warnings]: mature content, detailed sexual content, soft dom! moonbyul, pinning, thigh-riding, slight dirty talk, toy-play, stimulation summary: Disobeying Moonbyul's request to keep the house clean while she's at work, she is set to remind you to comply with her directions.

Moonbyul had no patience for you tonight, wanting everything in the place she put it before she left that morning. Yet you failed to do just that, and she returned home to a disaster-filled kitchen along with a mess of blankets on the bed. Miffed, she pinned you down on the mattress, making you repeat the exact words she said to you during her way out.

"Keep the house clean," you spoke into the pillow, the words muffled but heard by her. With a tight hold on the back of your neck and a small squeeze on your waist, she sought out for the rest of the directions.

"And," she said coldly, her thigh pushed against your core. Holding it between your legs with authority, you whined before continuing.

"A-And," you stuttered, the pressure making you clamp your own thighs together around her single one. "Don't make a mess."

She was strict with rules, enjoying having a clean place to come home to after a long day. Her fingers caught the locks of your hair in between them, tugging you to sit up and look into her eyes.

"I gave you two simple things to follow. But you didn't, did you? I left with the intension that you wouldn't disobey me." she said, a faked pout on her lips showing her persuasion. "Now what could I do to make you understand that breaking my rules isn't allowed?"

Her question was rhetorical, ideas already floating in her mind the second she stepped into the disorganized apartment you both shared. Her pout stayed on her face when she released you, standing and hovering her body over your back as she went through the mental list of punishments.

"Ahh!" she smiled to herself, lifting away from your limp body against the mattress as she retreated into the large closet.

The room fell silent, nothing but small clicks and shuffling coming from the closet behind you. Listening closely to the sounds, you tried to decipher what you had gotten yourself into, but no scheme came to mind. Hearing the light-switch flick off and Moonbyul re-enter the bedroom, you heard her set something on the nightstand just out of your peripheral. With your body angled on the side of the bed, you could do no more than hark and await the outcome.

"You've always been my good girl," she uttered, her presence returned behind you comforting. "What made you decide to act out now?"

"Nothing," you said, feeling her hands separate your legs, the loss of friction making you let out a sigh.

"Did you just simply forget?"

"N-No." you cried out, feeling her thigh press against your clothed core again, the thin fabric of your panties making her focus in on your body.

"You just wanted my attention?" she asked sternly, observing the way your body reacted to her thigh, rubbing against it when she pressed it into you.

Pulling back from your body, her hands ran along your waist again, cool fingertips making a shiver run up your spine. Smirking out of your view, she pressed a kiss to your shoulder. Her fingers hooked around the laced underwear, sliding them down your legs gently, the middle sticking to your soaked core.

Your breathing hitched when the cold air met your warm core. The temperatures mixed. Moonbyul kicked your legs out, separating your feet widely enough to look you over. With a hum, she took one of the objects off the nightstand, holding it into the light of the single lap to read over the label properly. Clicking it open, the sound of a bottle you heard a few times before rattled into your ears. The lube squirted onto her fingers with a strange sound. Placing the bottle back down, she ran the two digits through your slit gently, pressing the liquid up into your core as you moaned. Pushing back against her, a loud whine escaped between your lips, her small chuckle pleased.

"This isn't your punishment yet, honey," she whispered against the crook of your neck, head moving to press her lips onto the shell of your ear with a small bite. "But this is."

Pulling out her two fingers, the second object from the table was pushed against you, only to move into you seconds later. The egg-like shape made you stutter on the sentence trying to leave you. The use of the lube made sense to you now, the wide toy successfully entering you without any force or pain. Only pleasure ran through you as it was left to sit within your walls, held in by your tightened core.

Your face pressed into the mattress, moans and calls of Moonbyul's name still muffled. Her sounds were always simple, more of an observer than anything when she pleasured you. With the smirk regained on her lips, she sat to your left, gesturing for you to move up to the head of the large bed.

Moving slowly, your core dripped onto the sheets. Moonbyul's eyes watched you closely, your hand moving to her over-sized button-up loosely held around your torso. Shaking her head with a tsk, she reached her arms up, undoing the two buttons clinging the fabric together. The sight of your breasts held up in your bra visibly made her mouth water, your body already claiming shocks from the toy inside of you.

Trying to keep your eyes on her, you heard another click, a third - unseen - object in her hand. With a push of a button, the toy within your core vibrated, your body falling back against the two pillows behind you. Frustrated, you jolted around at the top of the bed. Pulling one of the decorative pillows against your chest, you hugged it while whining. Her eyes grew darker watching you falter on the bed, completely under her control, yet you were nowhere near her grasp. Pushing the pillow down, your clit met the silk fabric, rutting your body against it for extra friction.

"Behave." she asserted silently, the words mouthed but the sound empty as she cocked an eyebrow at your expression.

Her thumb ran over the controller, the vibrations between your legs kicking into the next setting, a bit more efficient. Your eyelids threatened to fall, her look of displeasure making you sit upright on the bed. Pillow soft against your lower back, you rocked on the mattress, faltering to hold in your moans. With the pillow against your barely-clothed body, you were crying out for her touch.

"Moonbyul!" you complained, viligent of the way her thighs pressed together when she heard her name.

"What is it, baby? Now you definitely want my attention?" she pried, your moans amplified in her ears. "But you didn't obey my rules. Why should I give you what you want?"

"Because you said I'm your good girl! And I am, I was going to clean just before you got home," you claimed, rushing to your orgasm just before her thumb clicked the controller. Seeing spots, her hand held your waist again, stilling the ruts against the silk pillow as she pushed it away.

Humming, her hand moved down to your core, keeping the first vibration setting going for the toy. With a press of her index and middle finger to your clit, you were pushing against her hand, moans breaking in your throat. She leaned down, capturing your lips in hers as you rode out your orgasm against her hand. Finding a break, she pulled the toy out of you, your groan from the session making her smile.

"Will you listen to me now?" she asked, your zoned-out state from post-orgasm making her trail kisses across your body.

"Yes, I will."

mamamoo m.list | navi.

[queqiaos]

touchy touchy

[hobi-gang]

silver sequins | jhs

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 – Jung Hoseok has been in a bit of a bad mood ever since his girlfriend broke up with him. He’s been in a bad mood for precisely four months.

Jimin and Taehyung hatch a plan to take his mind off of things.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 – angst, fluff, crack

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 – jhs x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 – 16.2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 – mentions of alcohol, more angst in this than anticipated oops

𝐚/𝐧 – wrote this for someone special uwu. enjoy!

Jung Hoseok has been an idol for a while now. As an idol, he knew that it was difficult getting into a relationship. There were several steps to getting and keeping a girlfriend as an idol. It involved meeting that person, loving that person, introducing that person to your friends and inevitably to your company, and signing legally binding contracts with that person. 

The process was admittedly stressful but in the end, Hoseok was just happy to have someone that loved him. He loved that person too. He gave them everything he could. He tried so hard and poured a lot of love and energy into the relationship he had with them only to break-up with them after five months.

"It's just too hard, Hobi. There are so many rules."

"Hobi, I want the world to know about us."

"Am I just a dirty secret to you?"

He wanted all the things she did too, he really did. He wanted to show them off to the world and publically declare his love for them but he just wasn't able to. It was in the contracts they signed. They both went into it knowing that but it turned out to be more difficult than they thought it would be.

He missed going to her apartment after work and cuddling up to her while watching movies. He missed the sneaky glances. He missed falling asleep with her in his arms. He missed it all. 

If they were still together, today would've been their nine-month anniversary. It had been four months of trying to get over his relationship with her but without her, everything felt so hard. His mood had been soured, it seemed, permanently. And it was evident to each and every one of his fellow group members.

"Again!" Hoseok yelled over the music.

Jimin exhaled noisily, flopping down onto the floor with a frown. "Hyung, please," the smaller boy whined, falling to his back on the floor, spreading out all his limbs, trying desperately to steady his breathing.

"Take five, hyung. We're tired," Taehyung groaned, rubbing his neck tiredly. Yoongi stalked over to the stereo and paused the music, catching Hoseok's glaring attention in the midst of it all.

"What are you doing?" Hoseok asked him with an annoyed look on his face, stalking over to the stereo where Yoongi stood. 

Yoongi narrowed his eyes at his younger friend, "That's enough. We were supposed to be finished an hour ago. We're tired and you need to pace yourself otherwise you're going to get sick, man. Look, we know you're going through a tough time, okay? It's affecting all of us but I refuse to enable this behavior any longer. We're going home. You're going home. You're gonna rest and then we'll reconvene tomorrow, okay?"

Hoseok looked over to Namjoon and Jin who gestured their agreements from the corner, leaning against the walls of the studio, drinking from their water bottles. He turned his attention Jungkook who was already helping Jimin and Taehyung with their cooldowns. Taehyung smiled up at him sheepishly as he stretched his legs which caused Hoseok to rolls his eyes.

"So what, this is pity? The only thing you should pity right now is our formation at the bridge–"

"Hoseok, stop it!" Yoongi shouted, his words echoing off the walls. The members looked on in astonishment, not expecting their lead rapper to raise his voice like that. "The formation is fine and you know it," his eyes bore into Hoseok's and the older member could see the anger and the pain in his eyes.

"Everyone, get up and go home," Yoongi said aloud to them all and he didn't need to look away from Hoseok's narrowed eyes to know that they were already gathering their belongings, ready to leave the practice studio that they'd been stuck in for hours.

"Hoseok," he told him softly, placing his hand on the younger boy's sweaty shoulder, "Go home. Rest."

If resting meant looking at photo albums of him and his ex then Hoseok would proudly tell his hyung that he rested very well indeed.

He swiped through each and every photo, reminiscing about all the good times they had together. As he went further into the album, he felt the longing in his chest grow immensely. He sighed, putting his glass of wine down on his bedside table. A ping resonated from his phone with a notification header sliding down over the screen.

Calendar: 9 Month Anniversary with Babygirl Moon. Would you like to share?

"Shit," he murmured to himself, swiping the notification away. Seeing her nickname on the screen made him crinkle his nose. He should've removed that reoccurring event from his calendar a long time ago but he just wasn't able to bring himself to do it. It'd been four months since they've been separated, he should have moved on at least by a little bit but he continued to cling onto the memories of her with that heavy ache in his chest, the longing... The hope.

With a few more swipes, he found his thumb hovering over the red button on his screen.

Delete 349 images from 'Babygirl Moon and Big Sun' album?

YES    |    NO

349 images including the picture he was using for his lock screen. It was from a date they'd had a while ago at a sushi bar in town. She'd begged him to take a photo and he'd refused simply because of the clauses in their contract. In fact, it was rare that they'd take pictures with both of their faces fully revealed. She compromised that night, taking his hand and lifting it into the bottom of the frame of her camera. She encouraged him to smile in a goofy voice, capturing his earnest reaction at the same time. She showed him the photo afterward and he liked the lighting and the composition of her hands in his, so he changed his lock screen.

His thumbing began to quiver over the red 'NO' on the screen and a dejected sigh escaped his lips, his thumb moving away from the 'NO', instead opting to press the power off button on his phone. Staring at the dark screen with a scrunched nose, he gently threw the mobile device across his bed and laid his head on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. He understood that his emotions were a little... All over the place since the break-up, and he knew that it was affecting the other members.

Even before he signed the contract with his now ex-girlfriend, the boys warned him that it might affect his activity within the group and that it could prove detrimental in the long run. They also voiced their dislike about her in private, not that Hoseok really minded.

He knew that his ex-girlfriend could be outspoken and that she might've been a little aggressive, impatient, and rude at times, but he loved her all the same. Granted, they fought. A lot. She'd inadvertently let some insensitive words slip out about his appearance or his attitude every week or so but they'd always make up after their fights. After she'd grovel and kiss his jaw, nuzzling into his neck with a sigh, he'd forgive her, not wanting to hold a grudge against her for a minute longer.

Yes, he found someone. Yes, he loved what he had with that someone. Yes, that someone happened to make things messy at times but it was the other things that he liked to focus on more. The candid photos she'd take of him whenever she had the chance, sneaking a risky kiss in public, having fun at the local playgrounds at night time. Hoseok fell asleep that night with an ache in his chest, the continuous throb now a familiarity, and he wondered if he would ever find love again. 

"Okay, what about this one?" Hwasa asked you, thrusting a coat hanger with a red spaghetti strap dress into your hands. 

Wheein cooed, leaning forward from the edge of the bed and brushing her hands over the soft fabric. "Ooh, that'll look so cute on you," she grinned at you.

"Hm, I don't know," you pursed your lips, lifting the dress higher and spinning it around. "I don't think red's my color."

Hwasa rolled her eyes, "So if red, blue, and yellow aren't your colors then what is?" she asked you, taking the coat hanger from your hands. You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck and sighing. 

"Eonnie, you know I don't wear dresses. Can't I just wear something like some pants–"

Solar squealed, "Y/N, you gotta at least try it on! You have an amazing figure and you'd look incredible, trust me," she gave you a reassuring look, rubbing your arm comfortingly. With their encouragement, you sighed and retook the dress from Hwasa's hands. 

"This is peer pressuring, you know that right?" you told her with a playful glare.

"Peer pressure your butt into that bathroom, Y/N," Solar said to you, pushing you towards the bathroom. 

While your sister Hwasa was rummaging through her closet for another possible outfit for tonight's party, you emerged from the bathroom wearing the red spaghetti strap dress. "Woah," Moonbyul quipped, throwing her phone on to the bed, giving you her full attention. "Holy shit, that looks amazing," she told you, her jaw hanging low.

"I told you it'd look cute on you," Wheein added, putting her hands on your hips to spin you around.

"Do you think it'll work?" You asked them, stepping in front of the floor-length mirror, looking at yourself at different angles. "I mean, even if he just looks at me, that'd be enough," you laughed, putting your hands on your hips.

"Oh, he'll be looking at you alright. I think everyone will be," Moonbyul quipped.

You sighed longingly, "Well, what if he doesn't come?" You said aloud, playing with your hair. 

"Well," Hwasa huffed with her head in the closet, "I texted Namjoon about the party so we should be expecting all of them to come."

Moonbyul hummed and picked her phone back up to take a picture of you. 

"Oh, damn," Hwasa whistled upon seeing you in the red dress. There was a bunch of clothes pooled around her feet after she'd rummaged through her closet. "I mean, that dress looks amazing on you and all but I think I may have found something better," she winked, handing you another coat hanger.

You lifted the long-sleeved silver sequin dress into view. You were in awe, "I didn't even know you had this," you told your sister, turning the hanger around to examine the dress from all sides.

"If I remember correctly, I bought it last year but I haven't really found the time or place to wear it. Try it on, I think it'll look better on you anyway," she urged you, pushing you back into the bathroom.

After the door had closed behind you, Solar sighed. "I think we might have to get her some floaties for the party. She'll be drowning in drool before she even steps in the venue," she giggled, earning amused looks from her bandmates.

 Yoongi was busy texting Hoseok, the two of them throwing lyric ideas back and forth between one another for the song they were writing together. It'd been almost a month since the incident in the practice studio. They both had a private conversation with each other the next day where Hoseok finally confessed to Yoongi that he was struggling to let go of the past.

It was clear to all of the members that Hoseok was dealing with some issues but the fact that he had actually admitted it out loud, Yoongi felt that he was taking a step in the right direction and he was proud of him for having the strength to do so. Hoseok had since apologized to the members for taking his anger out on them and for being so upset and while they accepted his apology, it was evident to them that things with him were not nearly as normal as they used to be.

"Ah, hyung!" Jimin shouted, running down the corridor. Both Jin and Yoongi looked up to see the younger boy hurtling towards them, jumping next to them on the couch excitedly.

"Joonie-hyung told me that Mamamoo is hosting a private party after the awards ceremony tonight, we should go!" Jimin grinned widely, grabbing Jin's bicep and tugging on it.

"Aish, calm down, I'm eating," Jin responded with a tight-lipped smile, slapping the younger member on the thigh in an attempt to stop him from hopping up and down on the spot.

Yoongi gave Jimin a disappointed look, "And stop yelling. Why on earth are you so energetic?" Yoongi asked him, raising a brow in suspicion at the younger member.

"Uhhh, because it's a Mamamoo party? Doesn't Hobi-hyung like Moonbyul? Maybe he'd be in a better mood if he sees her there," Jimin suggested, bumping Jin's elbow with his own, bobbing his brows up and down. 

Jin gave the younger boy a quirked eyebrow, "They're just friends," he told him, shrugging the younger boy's hands off his arm.

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Well it's still a party, parties are notorious for their good vibes, hyung."

"Fine, whatever. But don't be surprised if he says he doesn't wanna go," Jin huffed, returning his attention back to his noodles.

Jimin patted his head and grinned, "I'll figure something out."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, leaving the room to find a more quiet space.

Taehyung and Jimin shared a knowing look with each other before bounding into Hoseok's apartment. Jimin's plan was to utilize Taehyung's signature puppy eyes to get his hyung to agree to go to the party with them which shouldn't be too hard seeing that Hoseok had a soft spot for Taehyung.

"Hyung! Where are you?" Taehyung shouted out as soon as he crossed the threshold.

"In here!" Hoseok yelled in response, his voice coming from his studio.

The young pair wandered through the apartment and found that the door to his studio was open. They both spotted their older friend leaning back in his chair, his attention focused on his computer screen.

"I thought we were meeting up at work, what's up?" Hoseok asked them, turning his chair to face them both.

Jimin pushed Taehyung forward, urging him to tell Hoseok the news instead of himself. Taehyung looked back at Jimin with a betrayed look in his eyes before turning back to his hyung, clearing his throat. "Um, so the Mamamoo girls are hosting a party tonight after the awards ceremony, we're all going..."

Hoseok looked at them expectantly, "Okay, and?" he questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh, well... Do you want to go with us? It could be fun," Taehyung asked him nervously, his hands fidgeting behind his back. "It's supposed to be idols only, so no managers and whatever. We could let loose, y'know?" Taehyung squeaked out, looking to Jimin for back-up.

"I don't know, guys..." Hoseok sighed, slumping down into his chair.

Jimin stepped forward, knowing that his plan to use Taehyung's puppy eyes was failing. He quickly threw an arm around Taehyung's shoulder, "Come on, hyung. How about we make a deal?" Jimin suggested, earning a considerate look from his elder.

"Go on..." Hoseok egged on.

Taehyung looked at Jimin with a smirk, "If we win an award tonight, you have to go with us to their party," Jimin said, smiling at the boy sitting in the chair.

Hoseok knew their win was guaranteed, a lot of their wins had been that way for the past few years. They'd worked hard for each and every one of them, their passion and their dedication to their craft garnering fruitful results almost every single time. Hoseok knew they were eager for him to join them at a fun event for the first time in a while so he caved in and said, "Fine. It's a deal."

Taehyung jumped and clapped his hands while hugging Jimin who was cheering loudly. Hoseok smiled at their reactions, chuckling at their outward displays of happiness. "Okay, okay, I'll see you guys at work later," he waved them off, turning his chair back to face his computer.

The pair of them walked out of his studio, bidding their farewells to him. "This is gonna be so much fun, man," Taehyung squealed once he was sure they were out of earshot, throwing a playful punch to Jimin's arm. 

"This is gonna be so great," Jimin grinned, laughing with him and leaving Hoseok's apartment.

"This is not... Going great," Jimin sighed, nursing his glass of champagne. Jin chuckled and nudged Jimin's arm, "What'd I tell you?"

"You told me he wouldn't wanna come but he's here. He's just not being the social butterfly he usually is," Jimin rolled his eyes, turning away from his older friend. 

Jin shrugged, "Eh. Same thing," he said to his younger friend with a victorious grin, gulping down his glass of champagne and placing it on the bar top before leaving to join Jungkook and Yoongi on the dancefloor.

The party was thriving and everyone was enjoying themselves in their respective groups, dancing under the flashing lights, and sharing drinks around their tables on all sides of the room. The music was good too, Jimin noted to himself, nodding his head to the beat. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Hoseok were sitting beside him at the bar, talking amongst each other, discussing their win for album of the year. Jimin looked away from them and spotted the hosts of the party, Mamamoo, on the dancefloor. 

That's where Hoseok would usually be in events like this, dancing in the center of the room like his life depended on it. He usually thrived in this kind of environment, catching everyone's attention and their applause but all he could do right now was nurse the same bottle of beer at the bar.

There was a girl in a long-sleeved silver sequin cocktail dress and she was awkwardly bobbing on the spot at the center of the dancefloor, trying to sway her shoulders to the beat. Jimin hadn't seen her before. Everyone at the party was an idol and being in the industry for as long as he had, he was able to name every person in the room except for her. She stuck out like a sore thumb with her shiny dress and that expression that screamed 'this is not my type of scene, please don't judge me'.

"Who's that?" Jimin said aloud, hoping that at least one of his bandmates could give him an answer.

"Oh, her? That's Hyejin's younger sister," Namjoon said to him loud enough so that he could hear over the throbbing music. 

"How do you know that? Also, you call Hwasa by her real name now?" Jimin snorted, turning to his hyung and finding the older boy's cheeks growing red, even in the darkness that swallowed their side of the room. 

Namjoon stuttered, "What? Uh, I mean Hwasa posted a picture of her on her Instagram page, didn't you see it? You saw it, right?" Namjoon nudged Taehyung's arm. 

"No," Taehyung laughed, "Don't drag me into your embarrassing conversation, hyung."

The older member groaned and told them to shut up, murmuring something about 'All I do is breathe and I get attacked', turning away from them and going back to his drink.

Jimin examined her from across the room, watching how Hwasa, Wheein, and Moonbyul were encasing the young girl in a circle and jumping around her, trying to include her in their dancing festivities. He saw her shy, sheepish smile under the flashing lights of the room and concluded that she looked rather cute. In fact, he saw the similarities between her and her older sister. Their tan skin, dark flowing shoulder-length hair, round faces, and gleaming smiles were practically the same. Though, somehow, she managed to be just a little bit shorter, which he found rather cute.

Taehyung found himself getting dragged away from the bar by the arm, clumsily trying to balance his glass in his hand to prevent it from being spilled, "Yah! What are you doing?" he questioned Jimin, straightening out his clothes.

"Dude, we gotta set Hobi-hyung up with Hwasa's sister!" Jimin leaned into Taehyung, nodding towards the young girl on the dance floor surrounded by the girls of Mamamoo. 

Taehyung raised his brows upon seeing her for the first time, "Oh damn, she's... She's actually pretty cute, bro."

"The plan was to get Hobi-hyung here so he could have fun but he still looks pretty damn miserable, I mean look at him," Jimin huffed, turning his attention back to his older group member. Hoseok sat at the bar with Namjoon by his side and Jimin noticed that Hoseok wasn't really talking at that point, only nodding along to what Namjoon was saying.

"We have to set him up with that girl," Jimin urged. Taehyung was putting the pieces together in his mind and he nodded along to Jimin's plan.

"Okay, um," Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck. "How do we do this?"

"You've got the answer in the palm of your hand, bro," Jimin pointed at Taehyung's drink.

Taehyung slumped his shoulders, "Really, bro?"

Jimin grinned widely and nodded enthusiastically.

"Eonnie, can we go home soon?" you shouted to your sister over the music, somehow managing to step on your own feet, making you wince at your own clumsiness. "I love this dress and all but it is... incredibly uncomfortable," you continued to rant to her.

"You still haven't talked to J-Hope. That was your plan, wasn't it?" Hwasa bumped her eyebrows up and down at you suggestively, a smirk adorning her face.

Your cheeks grew hot and you found yourself hitting her gently on the arm. "Oh my god, stop!" you hissed at her, mortified that she was talking about it in such an open space. "I've been watching him all night but he doesn't look like he's in the mood and I don't wanna burden him... Also, I just really wanna go home and eat my ramen."

Hwasa smiled and rolled her eyes at you, taking your hands into hers. "Just ten more minutes, and then we can go back home and eat all the ramen and chocolates we want. Please?" she begged you, putting on her puppy eyes and jutting out her bottom lip. You groaned at her desperate display and caved in, "Okay, fine! Just ten more minutes."

She smiled widely, bringing you in for a hug. "It's a party, sis! Come on, we're celebrating!" Hwasa cheered, grabbing your hand and raising it to bring you into a spin. You laughed with joy, letting her spin you around.

In a blur, you felt someone bump into you and you quickly felt something wet spreading all over your front. With a gasp, you turned to see Kim Taehyung looking down at you with an apologetic look. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" he yelled, taking your hands into his. They were big and warm, completely encompassing yours with his sheer size.

You saw Yoongi and Jin coming from behind Taehyung, "Nice one, idiot," Jin snorted, punching Taehyung on the arm. "Shut up," he told his older friend, shrugging him off.

"It's fine, it's fine," you told him. "My sister–"

"Your sister's fine, come with me, let me clean you up," he told you apologetically, pleading to you with his eyes. "Please?"

You felt a hitch in your throat, his expression managing to take your breath away so easily. It was no wonder everyone described him as charming, it was all in his nature.

"O-okay," you said to him, allowing him to guide you away from the dancefloor. You looked back at your sister but she was engaged in a conversation with Solar and Jimin. Your sister was right there and... this was her party anyway so you should be fine.

"Again, I'm so sorry about that," Taehyung said to you once you'd both reached the bar. He was grabbing a bunch of napkins from the bar top and you saw him visibly contemplate whether or not to pat your front down. You took the napkins out of his hand with a sheepish smile, cleaning the front of your dress down on your own. 

You laughed nervously, "It's okay, really, I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Stop apologizing, it was my fault for being a klutz," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with a rueful look on his face. He stilled, patting his back pocket, retrieving his phone. "Oh– I really have to take this, do you mind?" he asked you, gesturing to his phone.

"Yeah, of course!" you stuttered, waving him off.

"Hyung," Taehyung looked behind you, "Can you keep her some company? I'll be back in a minute," he gently nudged you backward. You felt the backs of your thighs bumping into someone's knees, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Hm, what?" you heard a familiar voice behind you say aloud.

"Thanks!" Taehyung grinned, turning on his heel and leaving you with his friend.

You gasped upon feeling a hand on your hip, turning around and choking upon seeing who Taehyung had pushed you into. "Careful there," he said to you, his hand dropping from your hip.

It was– "J-Hope," you murmured, eyes wide at the mere proximity to him. Three things popped into your mind upon seeing him up close for the first time. 

1. Big. Broad. Man... Just, man

2. Hot... Like, holy shit, hot. Does his hair feel as soft as it looks? And why the hell does he smell so good?

3. J-Hope

"You're J-Hope," you said to him stupidly, pointing right at his face. 

He looked at you with a quirked brow, "Um, yes?"

You cringed at yourself and stepped away from him, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, that was really dumb of me. I'm just... I'm gonna leave you alone now," you told him regretfully, internally punching yourself for being so embarrassing to the one guy that you wanted to impress tonight. You collected a pile of napkins from the bar top and bowed to him, attempting to go back to your sister on the dancefloor.

He looked at you from head to toe, your curled dark hair sweeping against your shoulders, silver sequin dress reflecting all the colorful lights from around the room almost blinding him. He noticed how you looked so out of your element, the nervous look on your face, and your fidgeting hands catching his attention. When you turned away from him, his heart jumped in his chest, his instincts telling him to reach out to you.

Looking back, you saw that his arm was extended towards you, his hand wrapped around your wrist. The contact alone was enough to make you sweat.

"Don't worry about it. Take a seat, Taehyung should be back soon," he gave you a kind smile, letting go of your wrist. 

You let out a sigh of relief, but you were still reeling from your humiliating display from just moments ago. "A-are you sure? I can wait somewhere else if you want," you asked him unsurely, slowly stepping backward. 

Under the flashing lights, you could see his chest rumbling with a chuckle, "Come with me," he told you, hopping out of his stool. He took your hand in his and began to weave you through the crowd, earning a cluster of looks along the way. You felt your body begin to grow hotter the longer he had your hand in his, taking you through the masses and to the balcony. He slid the door open and a cool, relieving breeze washed over your bare legs. He gestured for you to step out first. With a surprised look on your face, you stepped past his open arm and out onto the balcony. 

You heard the door slide close behind you and you felt him take a stand beside you. Below you, the city was spread out in a beautiful exhibit of concrete jungles entwined with vines of brilliant lights. Looking up at him, you saw how it illuminated his features and the forlorn look on his face. You quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring and suffering from even more embarrassment.

He pulled out his phone and was avidly tapping away, "I hope you don't mind. It's just really noisy and hot in there. I'm texting Tae to let him know that you're out here with me." After a minute, he tucked his phone away into his pocket and leaned against the balcony.

One of your hands was grasping on to the edge of the balcony, the other still occupied with a handful of napkins, an awkward silence falling over the both of you. Finding the words to start a half-way decent conversation with him was proving to be harder than you thought it would be, the potential topics just whizzing past you in your mind.

This was not the kind of circumstance you thought you would meet your crush under. You pictured something more natural like casually bumping into him on the dancefloor or sitting next to him at the bar and ordering the same drink as him. Maybe then you would've been able to strike up a conversation like 'Oh, you like that drink too?' but now, you just couldn't find the words to speak to him.

First off, you were mortified for having acted like some lovesick fan right to his face, and second of all, you had basically been pushed upon him and that was not exactly the natural meeting that you had envisioned. If one thing was for sure, you've never felt like more of a burden than you do right now.

"So–"

"So–"

You both spoke at the same time. You glanced up at him, catching the stunned look on his face and laughing anxiously.

"Are you... enjoying the party?" you asked him quietly, tilting your head up to observe him.

He hummed warmly, "Yeah, it's... It's nice," he told you, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"That's good," you nodded dumbly, scratching the back of your head. You decided to busy yourself by putting the napkins to use, patting the front of your dress and thighs down.

"So," Hoseok asked, "What'd my good friend do to you?"

His bubbly cheeks were pushed up into a kind smile, his brown eyes shining with the lights of the city below him. You noted the way the light breeze swept his dark ash-blond hair along his forehead, making you bite your cheek at how effortlessly handsome he looked in this environment.

"Oh he, uh, spilled his drink on me," you laughed lightheartedly, abandoning the napkins on a nearby table once you'd sufficiently dried yourself.

"That's a shame," Hoseok murmured. "It's a pretty dress. It's a pity he had to go and do that," he eyed the front of your dress where the threads that tied your sequin dress together were stained a light brown. It wasn't very noticeable and you were silently thanking yourself for not wearing something that would've made it more obvious. The idea of wearing a white dress to tonight's event made you shiver in horror.

Under the intensity of his gaze, you looked away, silently praying that your cheeks weren't beet red. "It's my sister's dress," you informed him, "she's busy hosting the party right now."

"Ah, so you're Hwasa's sister?" he asked you, evidently observing your face and piecing the genetic puzzle pieces together, "It's just, you guys look pretty similar."

"Yeah, she's my sister," you hummed, bracing your arms against the balcony.

You cleared your throat, "Uh, congratulations on your win for album of the year, by the way! You must be pretty happy," you told him, sparing him a thumbs up and a shy grin. Really? A thumbs up?

He quietly chuckled, "Thanks. Congratulations to your sister as well. Best female group, that's big."

"Yeah, I'm so proud of them," you silently squealed, your feet lightly hopping on the ground. "They worked so hard," you boasted, "Not to say that the other groups didn't work hard as well, I mean–"

"No, no, I get you," Hoseok interrupted you, giving you a look like he understood what you meant. "I didn't catch your name by the way," he told you, looking at you expectantly.

"Oh," you laughed. "My name's Y/N," you extended a hand to him which he completely encompassed with his own, giving your hand a gentle shake.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N, I'm Hoseok. But I've got a feeling you already knew that," he said to you with a cheeky smile on his face.

You inwardly groaned and crossed your arms over your chest, "I was hoping you'd forget about that," you giggled nervously.

"How could I possibly forget the girl in the silver dress? You must've been so embarrassed," he told you, his tone dripping with sarcasm, his eyes glittering with mischief.

You whined, "Oh my god, please stop," you pleaded, slapping his arm playfully. His chest rumbled with laughter and you leaned down to rest your head against your arms on the balcony.

"I'm just kidding," he grinned widely, nudging his knee against your thigh and softly patting your back with his hand.

With the warmth of his hand on your body, you stilled. Lifting your head to look up at him from your braced position, you saw the way he was looking at you. His half-lidded eyes and the intense look that held them made your breath hitch in your throat. He opened his mouth but then closed it, removing his hand from your back.

He cleared his throat and turned to lean his back against the balcony, turning his attention to the party, observing the thrums of people through the glass door. "Your sister really knows how to throw a party," he said aloud, crossing his arms over his chest. "I hope you were having a good time in there before Tae spilled his drink on you," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You straightened yourself up, following his position and leaning your back against the balcony. "A little bit," you told him. "I was actually planning on leaving anyway, I have some delicious packets of ramen and chocolate waiting at home for me. I'd hate to leave them waiting," you joked, rubbing your sequin-covered arms for warmth.

He looked at you and saw the way you shivered from the breeze. He shrugged off his black embroidered blazer, leaving himself in his tight fitted white button-up shirt. He placed his hand on the small of your back to gently push you away from the balcony, wordlessly placing his warm piece of clothing over your shoulders.

Your eyes widened in surprise, "Oh, you don't have to–"

"No, it's okay," he assured you, smiling down at you and shoving his hands into his pockets.

You looked down at your feet, pinching the fabric of his blazer with your hands, shrouding it closer to you. The smell of his cologne invaded your senses, almost taking your breath away. It was nice, and it totally matched him. It was a flowery, oaky scent with hints of some sort of spice that you couldn't quite put your finger on at the moment, his shy smile and well-fitting button-up being far too distracting for your liking. "Thanks," you told him shyly, moving to brush a sliver of hair away from your face.

Hoseok was going to say something to you again until he stilled, bringing his phone out of his pocket. He brought it up to his ear and his brows were knit together in confusion.

"Woah, slow down. Are you okay? Yeah, it's fine. No, really. Just get Jungkook to take you home, take some medicine, and hydrate yourself. Mhm, yup. Yeah, I'll tell her. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye," he brought his phone down from his ear, ending the call and shoving his phone back into his pocket.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Do you need to go?" you asked him, getting ready to return his blazer.

"No, no. It's just Taehyung. He said he's feeling a little sick so he's gonna go home with Jungkook, he should be fine," he told you, looking down at his feet. 

"Oh, no," you frowned, saddened to hear about Taehyung's sudden illness. It was strange. He didn't seem sick at all when you saw him earlier.

"He also wants me to tell you that he's sorry for spilling his drink on you and that he'll pay to get your dress cleaned," Hoseok added. 

You shook your head, "Tell him not to worry about it, I can clean it at home," you insisted, playing with the hem of your dress. You looked down at your front, examining it. It shouldn't be too hard to clean a sequin dress, right? There was no need for all that fuss.

He smiled at you, "Um, do you wanna come to my place?" he asked you suddenly, causing you to whip your head around to look up at him. Did he really just say what you think he said?

His brows were pushed together, a wince becoming apparent on his face. "N-not like that, of course! I just mean... You look like you could take a break away from this party, and to be honest, so can I," he reiterated. Now it was his turn to be nervous. "I actually don't live that far away and I've got some ramen and chocolate. We could have something to eat and then, uh, come back later if it's... cool with you. You don't have to–"

"I'd love to," you responded, the eagerness evident in your voice. You'd hoped that you didn't sound extremely desperate, not wanting to scare him off but the look on his face assured you that you had nothing to worry about.

His eyes gleamed with relief, his mouth wide open in disbelief. "O-okay, cool. Yeah, cool, um... Let's get out of here," he chuckled, extending his hand out to you. You looked at his hand, bewildered. After pointing at his face and acting like some crazy fan, you hadn't imagined that you'd find yourself in this position. You internally tried to slow down your heart rate, afraid that he might hear just how loud it was even over the booming music. Taking in a deep breath, your hand slipped into his awaiting one.

After texting your sister saying that you were with Hoseok and she'd sent you a series of keyboard smashed texts and emojis, both you and Hoseok found yourselves walking side by side down the street. Since he lived close by, he suggested that you both walked and you agreed, finding the silence in the street to be comforting.

Looking up to the sky, you saw the way the tiny but brilliant lights were twinkling across the wide expanse of the night sky. Hoseok was doing the same thing, though he'd sneak a glance at you and note how ethereal you looked under the light of the moon. When you thought he wasn't looking, you'd do the same thing, looking up at him like he was your world.

"So, what do you do?" Hoseok asked, turning to look at you with a curious expression.

You were brought out of your daze. "I'm a chef," you hummed quietly, kicking your feet in front of you, hands buried in the pockets of his blazer.

"A chef that eats ramen packets, I like it," he teased you, bumping your arm with his elbow. 

"Ramen packets are a cultural staple for a reason, Hoseok," you retorted, returning his bump with your own elbow. He snorted, his head hanging low with a wide grin.

You talked about your job with him, discussing your favorite cuisines and ranting about your least favorite food combinations, he nodded along, listening to you intently. "There's this anime show, 'Shokugeki No Soma', it's about this elite culinary school and one of the main character's loves to experiment with all these different kinds of food and this dude really loves experimenting with squid. It's like a staple failure for him, particularly the peanut butter squid. So one day, I tried to make this grilled squid with a peanut butter sauce and I have to say that it is probably one of the worst things I've ever made," you laughed wholeheartedly, slapping your thigh in jest. He chuckled after hearing your story, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Yeah, squid is a pretty hard ingredient to work with, and I can't imagine peanut butter being the door to it's brightest future," he added, laughing along with you.

You giggled, "Right?"

After sharing a few more stories about hilarious food failures with him, you both ended up at his apartment. It was big, the tall ceilings only managing to emphasize that. You drank in the neutral tones and simplistic design, jaw hanging wide at just how clean and amazing his place looked. As soon as you stepped through the door, the first thing you noticed was the large living room area with floor-to-ceiling windows displaying the lively city below the hills. Beside the living room was the kitchen and on the opposite side of the room was a hallway leading to a bunch of other doors.

The next thing to catch your eye was a large Murakami mural on one of the walls of his living room just behind his sofa, the signature flowers all smiling at you with its boldly colored petals paired with its simple lines and dots. It was undeniably gorgeous and something you kind of expected before you even got there, but that didn't prepare you for its beauty at all.

"Wow," you murmured to yourself, taking it all in with an astonished look on your face. "Make yourself comfortable," Hoseok encouraged you, gesturing towards the sofa in the living room.

Upon sitting down, you quietly groaned, stretching your arms out. The relief on your legs was a true blessing. You'd practically been standing all night, doing your best to satiate your energetic's sisters partying needs though your lack of rhythm and naturally awkward state which must've made you quite the sight on the dancefloor. And you wanted to do it anyway, you were proud of your sister's work and you wanted to show her just how happy you were for her but if you knew you were gonna be standing for so long, you would've tried to figure a way out of there much sooner.

Hoseok returned with two bottles of water in his hands, passing one to you. "What kind of ramen do you like?" he asked you, taking a sip from his water.

"I'm gonna say pork," you nodded to him, taking a gulp from your water bottle.

He snickered, "Pork, huh? A girl after my own heart," he grinned, putting his bottle down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. You quickly stopped yourself from screaming into your hands at his playful words, was this boy ever gonna stop being so charming? You were going to be in trouble soon if you didn't find something to busy yourself with.

"May I raid your kitchen?" you asked him, a brazen look in your eyes. 

He laughed and gestured for you to follow him to the kitchen, which you quickly did. Once you stepped into it, you weren't surprised to find that it was just like the rest of his apartment. It was big, tall, clean, embracing the neutral tones. It was almost twice the size of yours and Hwasa's kitchen. Shrugging off his blazer and hanging it on the back of the kitchen counter stool, you watched as he opened one of his tall cupboards, stepping on his tippy toes to reach for the ramen at the top shelf. "What– Why is the ramen all the way at the top?" you asked him, mouth hanging open in shock. "That's so height-ist of you."

"No, it's because Jimin keeps coming here and eating all of it before I even get to open the packaging," Hoseok snickered, placing two packets of pork flavored ramen on the kitchen island.

You hummed quietly to yourself, "Still sounds height-ist to me."

He smirked to himself, picking a medium-sized pot from the pot rack above the kitchen island. "So what do you put with your ramen noodles?" you asked him, leaning your arms on the countertop, propping your chin up in the palm of your hand.

"What do you mean?" he asked you, breaking the noodles out of their packets and placing them in the pot.

Your brows were scrunched in confusion, "What do you mean what do I mean? You put additional ingredients in your ramen, right?" you asked him, looking at him expectantly.

Hoseok shrugged carelessly, filling the pot with water. "Hoseok, please say sike," you pleaded with him but he continued to go about his business, not bothering to answer your question.

"Oh my god– Permission to raid your refrigerator?" you asked him, already hopping out of your seat. 

"Permission granted," Hoseok bowed to you jokingly. "Man, I should've known that letting a chef into my kitchen was gonna make me feel inadequate in the cooking department," he snorted, placing the pot onto the stove and igniting the flames.

"Don't think about it like that, you gotta be more positive!" you suggested cheerfully. "Think of it as though you're learning something new and exciting and life-changing," you grinned at him, opening the refrigerator. He looked at you with perplexity but agreed nonetheless, watching you rummage through his fridge. He was skeptical. At the party, he noted that you really seemed out of your element but as soon as you'd stepped into his kitchen, he watched as you quickly evolved from your timid, polite self to the confident, polite chef that you were right now.

"Aha!" you grinned triumphantly. Spotting the ingredients you wanted in the fridge, you went back and forth taking them out of their compartments and placing them on to the countertop.

Hoseok watched on with an amused expression, leaning back against the bench with his arms crossed over his chest, observing how you meticulously laid the ingredients out neatly in front of you. The bottle of soy sauce, mung bean sprouts, the wrapped package labeled 'pork belly', carrots, scallions, eggs, and capsicums looked extremely inviting to you. You glanced at Hoseok to gauge his reaction which was a mixture of impressed and humored.

"Salt and pepper?" you asked him, bringing him out of his daze. "The what? Oh, salt and pepper? Um," he opened the cupboard and summoned the salt and pepper grinders, placing them next to your neatly laid out rows of ingredients. 

"Oh, wait," you said to him, biting your lip nervously. "Uh, can you roll my sleeves up for me? I think my hand is sticky from the soy sauce," you asked him shyly, extending your arms out to him.

He smiled and wordlessly reached his hands out, the tips of his fingers softly working to neatly fold your sleeves. You held your breath while he worked on the fabric, his warm fingers brushing over your forearms which was definitely making the neurons in your system spontaneously combust.

"Okay, let's get to work," you smirked at him, eagerly anticipating the awaiting cooking session. "Let's get to work," Hoseok echoed your words with a smile, fetching some aprons from a nearby drawer. He pulled out his phone and started playing some music as the two of you got to work.

Cooking with him was fun, you thought to yourself. He showed off his impressive knife collection which made your jaw drop. They looked custom made and... really sharp, which made you squeal on the inside. A good, sharp knife set was enough to make any good chef drop to their knees and swoon. 

After he put the eggs in a separate pot and began boiling them, he washed the vegetables and watched how you diced and sliced away at the ingredients with ease, the knife dragging through the flesh of the vegetables like butter. As you went along, you explained to him why you chose this ingredient and that ingredient, continuing to guide your knife along the face of the chopping board.

You let him take over, handing him the knife. His hand glided over yours, taking the handle from beneath your palm, the contact causing your heart to skip a beat. You placed the cut of pork belly on the chopping board and suggested he trim off the excess fat and cut the pork into neat strips. He took your suggestion and followed through beautifully. Watching him work attentively with food was something you could get used to.

While he cut the pork, you took a turn at the eggs and the noodles. You strained the water into a bowl and quickly mixed in the seasoning packets and a few dashes of the soy sauce, leaving the noodles in the strainer. It took you less than a minute to peel both the eggs, gently pressing them and getting that gut feeling that they were cooked just right. 

Hoseok took the initiative to put the pork cutlet slices into a frying pan. He caught you looking at him and he gave you a proud smile, turning his attention back to the slices, flipping them over with his chopsticks. You bit your cheek and put your focus towards cutting the eggs in half, preparing them for presentation.

With a ladle, you evenly divided the soup mixture into two awaiting bowls, gently placing the noodles into the broth.

Atop the noodles, you placed the julienned carrots and capsicums, scallion slices, and mung bean sprouts. Hoseok warned you that he was coming up from behind you with the frying pan and he did you the courtesy of layering a couple of slices of the pork belly on one side of each of the noodle bowls. You placed the egg halves on the opposite side of the bowl and grabbed the salt and pepper grinders, speedily cracking the seasonings over the completed dish.

"Voila!" you cheered, handing him a clean pair of chopsticks. "God, I've been craving this all night," you murmured, tucking into your food with fervor.

Hoseok looked at the bowls in awe, a low whistle escaping his lips, "I had this in my kitchen the whole time?" he picked up the chopsticks, sliding his bowl closer to him.

He collected the sliced vegetables and the noodles between the utensils, bringing it to his mouth, closely followed by a slice of the pork belly and a portion of the soft-boiled egg. His eyes closed and he moaned at the flavors that developed in his mouth. The soft texture of the noodles paired with the sweet, fresh crunch of the vegetables was enough to make his knees weak. The pork and the egg complimented the dish perfectly.

While he ate, Hoseok was quietly watching you from the corner of his eye, slurping his noodles in silence. He saw the way you visibly savored each and every bite of your food, finding himself entranced with the way you licked your lips to collect the delicious dew that was the noodle broth. You glanced his way, smiling with strands of noodles trapped between your lips when you caught him looking at you. 

He chuckled at your humorous display, shaking his head at you and finishing off the remainder of his meal.

Hoseok admittedly felt a little foreign in the kitchen at first. He hadn't cooked a proper meal like that in a while. Since his ex preferred to order in or go to a restaurant, his kitchen had basically lost its purpose over the course of his relationship with her and consequentially, after the relationship. He'd gotten so used to just cooking ready-made meals or ordering food that he'd forgotten how good it felt to actually make something so fulfilling.

"Well, damn," he said to you, patting his stomach with a satisfied look on his face. "That was probably the best home-cooked ramen I've ever had," he confessed, earning him the sight of your blushed cheeks which he secretly relished. "But don't tell my mom I said that, she might kill me," he added.

"I promise," you assured him with a lighthearted giggle. "I could probably show you how to make the noodles from scratch, that's what I usually do if I have the time, otherwise I just use ramen packets."

Color him impressed. He looked at you with a wide grin and he was flushed at the prospect of seeing you again in the future, no matter the context. "If you teach me how to make noodles, I think it's only fair I give you something in return."

Your cheeks turned red, "Maybe you could teach me how to dance. Unlike my sister, I was born without rhythm," you laughed, pressing your hands to your face to try and hide the redness.

He struggled to suppress his smiling, his cheeks beginning to ache. "It's a deal."

The pair of you collected the dishes and you helped him to clean up the kitchen. As you wiped down the countertops and discarded the scraps, he washed the dishes and placed them on the drying rack. 

When you were both finished, you removed the apron and let out a sigh of relief. He eyed you curiously and asked, "Do you want a change of clothes? I can grab something more comfortable if you'd like."

"Ah, I think I've imposed on you enough–" you began to say before he raised his hand. 

"Just say yes," he smiled down at you kindly, waiting for your response.

"Y... Yes," you finally said to him, fidgeting with your hands.

Your feet silently padded against the floor, following him as he turned down the corridor. When he stepped into what you assumed was his room, you waited patiently at the door for him. He returned with a sweatshirt in one hand and sweatpants in the other, he pushed the clothes into your hands and he showed you where the bathroom was.

"W-wait!" you called out to him before he left. He turned around, looking at you expectantly.

"My, uh," your murmured, "Dress... Can you unzip it for me?"

Hoseok paused and he went to say something but thought against it, speechlessly returning to the bathroom door where you were waiting. You turned around for him and moved your hair away from your neck, exposing the tab to the zipper. You felt his warm breath fan out against your skin, undoubtedly making you shiver in his wake. You were silently hoping that he didn't see.

Behind you, you could hear him exhale a shaky breath as he gripped the tab and slowly pulled it down. As he pulled, the fabric spread over the width of your back, revealing your soft, tan skin to him. He let go of the zipper once it'd reached the small of your back, quickly looking up to the ceiling to avoid your gaze. 

Turning around, you saw him looking away from you which made you snort in laughter. Deliberately trying to fluster him wasn't your intention but you'd do it again if it meant you got to see him like this again. You gently pressed your hand against his chest so he was out of the way of the door. You closed it in front of his face and tried your best to suppress your giggles.

On the other side of the door, Hoseok was yet to remove his gaze from the ceiling. He felt trapped in this position, the only thing he could feel was the remaining warmth of your hand on his chest. He had not been in such an intimate position since... Her.

This wasn't the time to be thinking about her.

He shook himself out of his paralysis, moving swiftly to a more appropriate location. He didn't want to imagine the look on your face if you'd open the door to find him still standing outside waiting for you.

Hoseok waited patiently on the sofa, fiddling with the remote and turning on his Netflix.

Wow. If the ramen wasn't suggestive enough, then the Netflix one was gonna be the nail to his unintentionally suggestive coffin. Maybe he should change it to YouTube, he thought to himself before you stepped out of the shadows of the corridor.

As soon as he saw you, his breath hitched in his throat. The black sweatshirt he had lent to you was far too big, almost dwarfing your small form entirely. It ended just above your knees and you'd rolled the sleeves up to your wrists. The cuffs of his grey sweatpants were also rolled up, wrapped thickly against your shins. On the one hand, you felt that you looked a little silly but you were thankful for the drastic change in comfort. On the other hand, the only word on Hoseok's mind upon seeing his clothes on you was 'adorable'.

"Thanks for this," you quipped, spreading your arms out and doing a spin for him. Hoseok smirked and quietly laughed at your display, running a hand through his hair.

He cleared his throat and motioned you over to the sofa, "Does the chef have any recommendations?" he asked you in jest, looking at you in suspense. You giggled at his mention of 'chef', tucking a hair behind your ear shyly. 

"So ramen was the main course, and for desert... I think maybe a nature documentary is on the menu," you quirked an eyebrow at him, eager for his reaction to your suggestion. He smiled, leaning back into the soft cushioning of his sofa.

"Nature documentary it is," he echoed your words with a soft smirk. You smiled up at him gently, shifting further back and situating yourself into the cushions. He dimmed down the lights and grabbed a neatly folded pile of fluffy blankets from the opposite end of the couch, placing one of the fluffy fabrics over you before wrapping himself in his own blanket.

When the nature series had begun, you were less than a foot away from him, snuggling your warm blanket and animatedly sharing your thoughts on what you thought the best qualities were of each and every animal that came across the screen. He'd turn to look at you every time you started one of your mini speeches, listening intently to what you had to say.

After three episodes, Hoseok had managed to inch closer to you by jumping every time there was a particularly alarming cutscene of some predator in their natural habitat. It wasn't on purpose. In fact, he was contemplating changing the show but hearing your stifled giggles at the expense of his masculinity was totally worth it.

Another episode had passed and with his adrenaline coursing through his veins, anticipating the next frightening cutscene, Hoseok was nowhere near being sleepy but you had other ideas. You had unexpectedly slumped your head against his shoulder, softly snoring away. He almost jumped when you'd made contact, his survival instincts kicking in once a snake had appeared on the screen. 

He contemplated waking you up but decided against it, softening at the sight of how peaceful you looked. His head tilted to get a better look at your face, his eyes roving over each light freckle gracing your nose and cheeks, their parallel shapes being burned into his memory. The lights from the television screen danced across your sleeping form, the loose strands of hair on your face casting shadows upon your skin. You shifted in your sleep, subconsciously wetting your pouty lips before returning to your motionless state. He was amazed that the booming sound effects from the documentary went by you completely unfazed.

Hoseok took this opportunity to sweep back a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear. He hadn't done something like that in a while and he was sure that the simple action alone had just discombobulated everything inside his chest. It wasn't because he was in such an intimate space with just some girl, it was because he was in an intimate space with you. Granted, you weren't exactly awake so he stopped himself from staring at you any longer, knowing he'd live with the guilt of being some sort of pervert when his whole purpose of the night was to be a gentleman.

Resist the urge, damn it!

He couldn't exactly help himself though. Over the short course of the night, you had managed to make an impact on him. You'd been thrust upon him so abruptly after Taehyung had spilled his drink on you, and though the scale of the action was so small, it had felt so life-changing. So far you'd displayed your talent for cooking, your love for nature and you'd proved to him that you could match his wit when you were in a comfortable space.

Plus she's the Hwasa's sister, Hoseok thought to himself, she's already used to the lifestyle of being in the proximity of an idol. That is definitely a plus.

He decided that when morning comes, he would ask if you would like to join him for coffee or lunch, excited at the prospect of getting to see you again in the future.

Silently grabbing the remote beside him, he changed the program to something more sleep-friendly. Hoseok flipped through the suggestions and finally decided to change it to Frozen. He clicked on it and nodded off to sleep with a kind, talented, pretty girl on his shoulder. Hoseok felt like he was on top of the world.

You woke up to a loud pinging noise, squinting at the white lights that attacked your vision when you'd fully gained your consciousness. You'd quickly come to realize that you were not in your own room. In fact, the reason for that uncomfortable ache in your neck was because you'd been using Hoseok's thigh as a pillow. With widened eyes, you suddenly felt the weight of his arm on your side, his hand resting comfortably on your waist. 

He looked so tranquil in his sleep, his mouth slightly agape and quiet snores escaping in sync with the rise and fall of his chest. You couldn't believe that you'd fallen asleep on him. He was still in his clothes from the night before, his button-up and black slacks creased all the way to hell, which meant he probably felt too awkward to try and shift you off of him and stayed there so he wouldn't wake you.

Gosh, I'm such an idiot, you groaned to yourself, lifting your head off of his lap. The source of the ping was coming from a phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa. When you picked it up you realized that while it was the same model, it was definitely not your phone. You were about to put it back down until the screen flashed back to life, revealing a notification that made your heart stop.

Calendar: 10 Month Anniversary with Babygirl Moon. Would you like to share?

Holy shit. Jung Hoseok has a girlfriend?

You were mortified beyond belief. You'd just fallen asleep on top of some girl's boyfriend. To make matters worse, his lock screen image was of himself but at the bottom of the image, you could clearly see him holding someone's smaller, feminine hand. If you were in that person's position, you definitely would've been pissed to find how close you and Hoseok had become over the course of the night. But, surely Hoseok would've told you if he was in a relationship... Right? You should've at least spotted some of the signs but there were no physical indications anywhere in the apartment. Where were the spare slippers at the front door? Where was the spare toothbrush in the bathroom? Where was the feminine touch?

The lack of signs didn't exactly eliminate the idea that he had a whole ass girlfriend out there just vibing. That girl was probably 100% oblivious to the fact that some practical stranger was trying to cozy up to her boyfriend, being all intimate and flirtatious with him. The thought of it alone made you cringe with guilt. He was just being a gentleman the whole night. Did he feel sorry for you because you'd humiliated yourself when you saw him for the first time? That must've been it...

Trying to withhold the tears that were threatening to spill over, you moved quietly to avoid waking him up. Moving silently around the apartment, you collected your belongings. The last thing to do was grab your dress which you'd left neatly folded in the bathroom. When you got there, you considered putting it back on so you could take off Hoseok's incredibly comfortable clothes but you'd never be able to zip the dress up on your own.

You didn't want to wake him up to do it for you, no, you wanted to leave without a trace. It was embarrassing for you to think that you could've had something special with him when it was now clear that he had something special with someone else.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you saw just how idiotic you looked. There were dried dribble marks on the corners of your mouth and one of the tails of your winged liner was smudged away from sleep. Your hair was neat for the most part, save for the back part which had hair sticking out in every direction. Gosh, you didn't know what you would have done if he'd woken up first to see you like this. Quickly cleaning yourself up with the help of some water and the grace of God, you determined that you looked semi-presentable.

You sent a text to Hwasa to pick you up at Hoseok's apartment, in return you received an excess of all kinds of emojis, they appeared to mostly be winky faces and different colored hearts which helped to lift your spirits a little bit. The only thing to do now was to get ready to escape this nightmare you'd found yourself in. You couldn't bear to be there a second longer. The longer you thought about it, the more it made your heart sink. You could've sworn that you felt a connection with him but after knowing he had a girlfriend, you saw your memories of the previous night through a different lens.

Maybe he was just doing everything for you out of kindness, you could see now that you were just some obligation for him.

Shaking away the tear-jerking thoughts, you stepped into the foyer. Pressing your hand to the front door, you struggled to tug your heels back on in silence, dropping your dress and your phone from its weak grip in your underarm, making the items land on the floor with a sharp thwack. 

It seemed that the noise was loud enough to wake up the host, your eyes spotting his fluffy hair emerging over the arm of the sofa. He sat up slightly, reaching out his arms and stretching his neck with a loud yawn. If you weren't so preoccupied, you would've felt compelled to giggle at how cute he looked.

He turned to the source of the noise that woke him up, eyeing you in your awkward position. With one leg raised in the air and one of your fingers tugging on the heel loop of your difficult heels, you just knew you looked silly. As soon as he saw you, he spared you a lazy chuckle and a soft wave of his hand. "Good morning," he said to you, his raspy morning voice sending shivers down your spine. 

"Gosh, what time is it? Do you have somewhere to be? I can take you there if you want–" he rubbed his eyes tiredly, but you decided that you wouldn't let him finish his sentence, his kindness only managing to inadvertently humiliate you further.

"Hoseok, my sister's coming to pick me up," you told him abruptly, lifting your head up high.

He raised his eyebrows at you, surprised at your tone. "Oh, o-okay," he responded lightly, his shoulders drooping a little.

"Thank you for taking care of me last night, I really enjoyed your company. I'll have your clothes cleaned and sent back to you," you pointed at the sweatshirt and sweatpants that he'd lent to you, "And I would like to reimburse you for the food that I ate. I also hope that you and your girlfriend have a wonderful 10 month anniversary," you bowed to him, using all your strength tug on your heel. You bent down and picked up your sequin dress and phone.

"Wait!" Hoseok called out to you, stumbling off of the sofa and tripping up over his own feet, almost smacking his face on the floor. He was trying to absorb all the information that you'd just laid on him, his mind crossing over every detail. Enjoyed his company? Clean and return his clothes? Reimburse him for his food? He couldn't believe it. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the ping of his phone. He quickly grabbed the device to silence it and his heart sank in his chest upon seeing the calendar reminder flashing on his screen, accentuated by his lock screen image which was of him holding his ex-girlfriend's hand.

He just knew right then and there that you'd seen it. 

I also hope that you and your girlfriend have a wonderful 10 month anniversary.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Y/N, this isn't what it looks like!" he implored, rushing to get to his feet but he ended up slipping again, the culprit being the blanket you were sleeping with last night.

You ignored his pleading, giving him one final bow. "Goodbye, Hoseok."

You slipped past his front door, closing it behind you.

"No," he murmured, kicking the blanket away and running to the front door. "No, no, no," he repeated to himself, his heart thumping loudly in his ears. Ripping his door open, he saw the doors to the elevator closing. Running out, he reached it just in time for the barricades to close right in front of his face. He repeatedly pressed the button but to no avail. Looking to the top of the elevator entrance, he saw the numbers above it declining, indicating that you were already descending to the ground floor.

"Shit!" Hoseok said to himself, sprinting for the stairs. He'd hadn't run this fast since the relays at the ISAC's, his lungs burning by the time he'd reached the bottom. He spotted you at the gateway to the apartment complex, sliding into a black car with a saddened look on your face. By the time he'd reached the outside gates, it was too late. He watched pathetically as the car sped away along with you in it.

Hoseok stopped himself from trying to chase after the car down the narrow street, his hands angrily fisting in his hair, the burn of his scalp doing nothing to ebb the thumping in his chest. Right now, the only thing he felt like doing was bang his head against a brick wall. How could he be so dense?

If anything was gonna motivate him to do delete those stupid calendar reminders and those images of him and his ex, watching you drive away was gonna do it. Fixing his mistake was of the utmost paramount right now. 

"Hyung!" Jimin cheered upon seeing Hoseok enter their room.

"Ah, I hope you had fun last night, hyung," Taehyung winked, nudging Jimin with his elbow.

"What?" Hoseok furrowed his brows, looking at the pair of mischievous boys sitting before him in speculation.

Jimin smiled proudly, shuffling on the sofa to make space for Hoseok to sit down between him and Taehyung. "Hyung! We're the ones who set you up with that pretty girl up."

Hoseok sat down between them, surprised at hearing that the events of last night were the result of Jimin and Taehyung's plan.

"Mhm, I spilled my drink on her on purpose then left her with you," Taehyung said, waggling his eyebrows at his hyung. "We heard you left the party with her. What was she like and what'd you guys do? Come on, tell us!" 

Hoseok stayed silent, wringing his hands in his lap. He was happy to know that the boys were trying their best for him but his recent loss was still reeling in his mind, the dismayed expression evident on his face.

"Hyung?" Jimin asked, his tone laced with worry, his gentle eyes roving over his older friend's face. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed and let out a shaky breath. "I had a great time with her, like an amazing time but... I fucked it up because I'm such an idiot."

Taehyung frowned at his disconcerting words. "What happened?"

He explained the events of last night. 

Taking you out to the balcony and having that pleasant conversation with you.

Asking you to come to his place.

Cooking ramen together.

Lending you his clothes, noting how adorable you looked.

Falling asleep together while watching the nature documentary together. Hoseok purposefully left out the part where he changed the program to a Disney movie.

"I don't see what's wrong," Jimin commented, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, me too," Taehyung added, sharing a confused look.

Hoseok hesitated to tell them what initially went wrong but decided that if he told them, maybe they could offer up a solution to his problem.

"I think you guys know that I've been struggling to get over my relationship with my ex," Hoseok began, clearing his throat. "It's been five months since we've been separated and it's been hard for me to move on from her, y'know? I put a lot of love and energy into my relationship with her so for it to end so suddenly, it hasn't exactly been easy for me to just 'get over it'. Because of that, I haven't had the heart change my lock screen, which is a photo of me holding her hand and I still had a monthly reminder of my anniversary on my phone's calendar," he admitted to them, hanging his head down low.

"When I woke up this morning, she had all of her things and she was getting ready to leave. She told me that she 'hoped I'd have a wonderful 10 month anniversary with my girlfriend'. That's when I knew she saw the anniversary reminder on my phone," he sniffled, swiping his fingers under his eyes to remove the tears that were sliding down his cheeks. "It just really sucks because I had a really good time with her. It was the best I'd felt in a long time and I feel like we had a connection last night but I think she might hate me now. So, yeah, I'm an idiot."

Jimin and Taehyung looked at each other, sharing a look of sorrow and shock.

"I don't know what to do," Hoseok told them, a dejected sigh escaping his lips. He buried his head in his hands, groaning pathetically.

"Hyung, it's gonna be fine," Taehyung rubbed his back reassuringly. 

Jimin hummed quietly, "You should go and find Joonie-hyung. If anyone has some sort of connection with her, it's gotta be him. Dude is so whipped for her big sister it's almost embarrassing."

Hwasa. That's right. Hoseok lifted his head out of his hands, feeling like a light bulb was hovering above his head. He pulled Jimin and Taehyung into a hug, thanking them both for their help.

When he left the room, the pair of them sighed in content, feeling a little closer to their hyung for the first time in a long time. "He'll be fine," Taehyung said to Jimin, bringing his feet up to rest in the smaller boy's lap. "Yeah," Jimin concurred, excited at the prospect of their hyung getting back to his old self. 

As soon as Hoseok opened the door to the living room, he felt Jungkook whizzing right past him, slamming the door shut behind him to barricade himself in Tae and Jimin's room. "Come here you little brat!" Seokjin shouted, chasing after the maknae with a scowl on his face. Ignoring their loud tirade and the sleeping Yoongi on the living room sofa, Hoseok made a beeline to Namjoon's room.

He opened the door quietly and found that his bandmate was having a hushed conversation on the phone. Stepping forward, he could hear him clearly. "Baby, you don't understand! Yes, I'll talk to him... I know you're upset, but you have to hear me out," he heard Namjoon sighing into his phone.

"Is that Hwasa?" Hoseok asked him, not really caring for the nature of his call.

Namjoon turned around and looked at him with a bewildered expression, "What? Dude, how long have you been standing there?" he asked him. 

"Long enough," Hoseok mumbled, stepping forward and snatching the phone out of Namjoon's hands. Before he was able to protest, Hoseok was already turning his back to him, bringing the phone to his ears.

"Ooh, when I see him I'm gonna kill him. You know that, right? I can't believe he would make my sister cry like that. It broke my damn heart seeing that, Joonie."

After hearing that he'd made Y/N cry, Hoseok winced, feeling a tinge of pain flourishing in his chest. Putting her threats to the side, he spoke up. "Hwasa?"

There was a pause. "Is this you, Hoseok?"

"... Yeah."

Upon hearing that it was the subject of her call with Namjoon, she really jumped off. "What the hell is wrong with you, Jung Hoseok? Huh? Why on earth would you take my sister home with you if had a girlfriend? You have a lot of nerve doing that to my sister. When I see you–"

"It was a misunderstanding!"

"Interrupt me again and I'll become your worst nightmare, do you understand me?" Baffled by her dark choice of words, Hoseok was going to respond with a 'Yes' until she cut him off again. "Don't answer that. Now, as I was saying, when I see you again, I'm gonna rip you a new one and choke slam you so hard that your ancestors will feel it."

"Hwasa, I can explain everything."

"She really liked you, you know that right?"

Hoseok choked upon hearing the abrupt news and her usage of the past tense. 'Liked'. "W-well–"

"God, she's baking up a damn storm in there, I feel like the atmosphere is gonna be 20% flour by the time she's done,"

He was confused that she'd add such a strange detail to her argument.

"She bakes when she's sad, Hoseok."

Oh.

"And by the looks of the triple-tiered cakes and the muffins taking over our apartment, it wouldn't take a genius to know that, yeah, she's pretty bummed out."

Hoseok had never felt so bad in his entire life. He was scolding himself internally. If only he just had the strength to just delete those stupid reminders earlier, this all could've been avoided.

"Hwasa, could you send me your address? I'd really like to talk to her in person."

He could hear her scoffing on the other side of the line. "Ha! Yeah, as if I'd do that. You probably just wanna make sure she doesn't blab to the public about your girlfriend. Well, guess what? She's actually a considerate human being so rest assured, you have nothing to worry about."

She had ended the call with him, the monotonous tone filling his ears. "Hello? Hwasa?"

Hoseok cursed, looking at the end call screen on the phone. He looked to Namjoon who'd been watching him the whole time, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Joon, you have to help me," Hoseok pleaded, his whole appearance screaming desperation. Namjoon softened at the sight of him, stepping forward to swing an arm around his shoulder.

"I heard about what happened, I tried to explain it to her but she was too busy ranting about you," Namjoon told him, patting his back comfortingly.

"I messed up big time and I really need to explain myself to her in person. I really like her, man," Hoseok murmured quietly. "I've never felt this way about someone before."

Namjoon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. "I'll help you out, don't worry."

Despite his bandmate's encouraging words, Hoseok was worried as hell. He double-checked the apartment number in his note's app. His knuckles rapped against the door and he waited nervously for a few seconds for the door to open, which it did, revealing a shocked Hwasa. She slammed the door in his face and he winced, hanging his head down low.

A few more seconds passed and he could hear her screaming from the other side of the door.

"You gave him my address!? Damn it, Joonie!"

The shouting continued for another minute, Hoseok awkwardly dawdling in the hallway outside her apartment.

Suddenly, the door opened. Hwasa stepped forward, grabbing him by the ear and dragging him inside. Hoseok was about to protest but was cut off by the slam of the door behind him. He only had a second to observe their apartment before Hwasa started hitting him on the arm.

"Yah!" Hoseok cried out, rubbing his arm to soothe the pain. 

"I can't believe you," Hwasa seethed, glaring at him.

Hoseok stuttered, asking her, "I-is she here?" 

"No. Now explain yourself, Jung Hoseok," she demanded of him, crossing her arms over her chest with an enraged look in her eyes.

And so he did. He spent five minutes explaining to her how he genuinely enjoyed his time with her sister, talking about how you saw the evidence of his struggles in getting over his ex-girlfriend, mistakenly believing it to be something that it wasn't. He finished off his explanation, looking at her expectantly.

While she silently to take in all of his information, he took the opportunity to look all around their apartment. It was very homely and warm. The living room, where Hoseok and Hwasa sat, was amazing. He saw the family photos scattered around the walls, the vibrant flowers on the coffee table giving the monotone room a pop of color. Hoseok turned his head to see the kitchen which was littered with baked goods of all kinds. Though the sight of the colorful tiered cakes, muffins, and cupcakes was mouthwatering, knowing the reason behind their creation was crushing his soul. 

"It smells amazing in here." Hoseok quipped in an attempt to fill the silence.

"It's the cinnamon," she murmured, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Okay, fine. I see what the issue was but I see another one here," she told him. "I simply refuse to let my sister be some kind rebound for you."

Hoseok launched out of his seat, "Rebound? Of course, she's not a rebound!" he insisted, his face flushed.

"You must've broken up with that girl recently to still have those calendar reminders on your phone," she rolled her eyes at him. Hoseok sat back down slowly, anxiously running a hand through his hair.

"Actually," he began saying, "We broke up five months ago."

Hwasa's jaw dropped. "FIVE MONTHS!?" she shouted. She took off one of her slippers and threw at him, outraged at his confession. 

"You know that makes it worse, right?" she told him, leaning back in her chair with that disapproving look seemingly stuck on her face.

Hoseok exhaled noisily, burying his head in his hands. "I know how it sounds," he told her. "I really do, I know I was stupid. But Hwasa, please. I just need a second chance."

He looked at her expectantly, his eyes wide and glossy with sadness. She softened at his desperate display, sighing and rubbing her temples. 

"Let me tell you something about my sister, Jung Hoseok. My sister is a kind, sweet, and intelligent woman. She's passionate beyond belief and she'll talk your ear off if you let her. I love her more than anything in the world, do you understand?"

Hoseok nodded rapidly, his soft hair bouncing around his head.

"Okay, good. She's on the roof," Hwasa said to him, keeping a trained eye on him. Hoseok shot out of his chair, bowing to her. "Thank you," he told her earnestly, turning to go to the door but she grabbed him by the shoulder, making him face her. 

Hwasa tugged on his shirt so he was leaning forward enough so her mouth was at height with his ear. "If you do some stupid shit that makes my sister cry again, I will shatter your world. M'kay?" she told him, patting his shoulder softly with a confident smirk. He gulped, standing back to his full height. Even though Hwasa was substantially shorter than him and had the face of an angel, she managed to shake him to the core, effectively making him frightened of her.

"Erm, understood," Hoseok gulped, bowing one last time before stepping out the door.

Hwasa flopped back onto the sofa with a groan, "Ugh, men."

His journey to the roof of the apartment building took longer than he expected. Hoseok opted to take the stairs so he had time to think of how he wanted to word out his apology, wanting it to be nothing short of mind-bending and spectacular, or at least good enough that you'd want to share some more ramen with him in the future.

Meanwhile, you were busy tending to the communal garden, pruning the fruits and vegetables diligently. The sun was beating down on you in all your denim overall glory, your sunhat doing a great job of protecting your face from the harsh rays. You were collecting some ripe vegetables from the garden, brushing the dirt and debris away with your gloved hands, placing them gently into the woven basket next to your feet.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Taking off your gloves, you took out your phone and saw three notifications. Two of them were texts and the other was from the Weverse app.

[BTS Weverse] j-hope shared a moment with you!

Message from Queen Wheein: Good afternoon babe, did I leave my tweezers in your room yesterday? lemme know asap, thx ^_^

Message from Hyejin-eonnieee: good luck xxx

While your sister's text was quite strange and vague and Wheein's inquiry managing to make you chuckle, your curiosity got the better of you, your thumb opting to tap on the Weverse notification. The app sprung to life and the screen loaded for a second before showing you a picture from Hoseok's story. To your surprise, it was a photo of the ramen you'd both cooked the night before, captioned with a small 'best ramen I've had in a long time' at the top right in bold text.

You couldn't recall seeing him take a photo of the meal the night before, making you scratch your head. What was equally confusing was why he even posted the photo. Was he just trying to rub salt in the wound?

With a scowl, you turned your phone off and went back to the task at hand, shoving your phone back into your pocket.

Picking up a small spool of twine and scissors from your basket, you pulled on the string, cutting it off when it was about the length of your hand. You wrapped the string around the mung bean sprouts, tying it off and pulling the sprouts from the roots leaving you with a neat little bundle.

"Hey," someone spoke up behind you, alarming you. You shrieked and fell back onto your butt, groaning at the suddenness, accidentally knocking over your basket at the same time. "Oh, shit– I'm so sorry, are you okay?" the voice said again, the familiarity making your stomach sink. Suddenly, Hwasa's text made sense.

You pushed back the brim of your sun hat to see Hoseok kneeling beside you, his hand on your back. 

"Oh my god, why– what are you doing here?" you asked him, rushing to take a stand, brushing the dust off of your backside.

Hoseok dropped his hand away from your back, visibly hesitating to speak. "I... Uh, shit," he scrunched his nose, running his hand through his hand. "I wanted to apologize to you," he blurted out.

"Apologize for what? I was the one that was overstepping the boundaries," you told him. "But, it would've been nice, y'know, if you told me that you had a girlfriend," you shrugged, turning your back to him, bending down to place your vegetables back into your basket. 

"Y/N, I don't have a girlfriend," he told you, kneeling back down to help you gather the vegetables. Hoseok realized that they all looked familiar. In the basket were the exact same vegetables you'd both eaten the night before with your ramen noodles. The carrots, capsicum, scallions, and the bundle of mung bean sprouts looking ridiculously tempting. 

You paused your movements, hand hovering over the red capsicum on the ground. "B-but..." you murmured, eyes connecting with his. 

"I know you saw the picture and the anniversary reminder," Hoseok said to you, his hand grabbing hold of the handle of the basket. "And, yes, I did have a girlfriend but we broke up five months ago," he bit his lip, looking slightly abashed. "I've been in a pretty low place ever since the relationship so I haven't exactly had the strength to update a lot of basic things in my life, like my calendar..."

"And your lock screen?" You asked him quietly, looking up at him sympathetically.

"And my lock screen," he added, a sad smile on his face. "It's been rough. I haven't been putting as much effort into my work as I should've been and I could feel myself growing tired with the things that usually made me happy," he said, that little voice in the back of his mind scolding him for sharing more details than he ought to.

"I was a little reluctant to go to that party last night but then I met you and you flipped my world inside out. A-and I don't know if it was you that made things seem brighter or if it was the sparkly dress of yours," he chuckled to himself, "But if it's all the same to you, I'd really, really, like to see you again in the near future. I'm hoping that I'm not the only one that felt that connection last night, but if I am then I completely understand if this is making you uncomfortable and... I'll leave if you want me to–"

"No!" you shouted, grabbing his arm, effectively anchoring him to the spot. "Wait, don't go please, I'm sorry," you apologized to him, dropping your hand from his arm. 

"Sorry for what?" he asked you quietly, his brows knit together. He slowly reached towards you, taking your hand in his. "Don't be sorry. I was the idiot and I can't believe it took me this long to realize that much better things existed in the world," he said to you, his eyes boring into yours.

The words you wanted to say were stuck in your mouth, his intense gaze making your knees weak. And to think that he had a girlfriend this whole time... You couldn't believe that the man you had liked for so long was saying all these breathtaking words. If two things were for sure, it was that Jung Hoseok was single and you were embarrassed yet again for being so quick to your judgment.

"It was wrong of me to be so presumptuous," you bit your lip anxiously. 

A lighthearted scoff escaped his lips, "Trust me, it wasn't. I know what it looked like and I can tell you that I would've done the same thing," he said to you, his thumbs lightly running over your knuckles, his gentle gestures making your heart flutter. His reassurance made you melt into his touch, your head tilting to look up to gaze at him warmingly.

He cleared his throat, "But, um, just for future reference, I would never flirt with another girl if I was in a relationship... Just saying," he grinned widely at your giggles, gripping your hand just a little tighter.

"So that really was flirting," you said to him, eyeing the way his thumb gently caressed the skin on the back of your hand. "I thought I was just imagining that."

"So was I, to be honest," he told you, "But then your sister told me you had a crush on me, it was all the reassurance I needed. It also makes my day, like, a thousand times better," he grinned, his other hand coming up to rub your arm.

Your eyes widened, jaw hanging low. Son of a... "Oh my god," you cringed, grabbing the brim of your sun hat to bring it over your face. "Please just let me die," you groaned pathetically, letting go of his hand and squatting down so he couldn't see you.

You could hear his laughter from above. He knelt down beside you, rubbing your back softly. "If it makes it you feel any better, I think I have a crush on you too."

While it made your heart jump in your chest, you were still upset. "You're just saying that so I don't kill my sister," you frowned, distracting yourself by fidgeting the handle of the woven basket.

"Maybe," he grinned mischievously. 

"I, uh, noticed that the vegetables in this little basket of yours has the same ingredients we used last night," he told you, gesturing to the basket in your hands.

"Yeah, I was gonna wash them and send them to you," you told him, eyes roving over the colorful vegetables in the basket.

He snickered, "Wow, you really weren't kidding when you said you were gonna reimburse me," His hand was still roving in soft circles on your denim-clad back.

"I was gonna do it after the clothes finished drying," you gestured towards the clothing line that was on the opposite side of the large roof. Clipped to the rope were his sweatshirt, sweatpants, and your silver sequin dress.

Hoseok's eyes widened upon spotting the clothes. "Oh, damn," he murmured. "Um, well you can keep them if you want. They look better on you anyway," he smiled down at you, the wind making his hair flutter against his forehead. You stared at him in amazement, his smooth words clenching your heart. 

"I wasn't kidding when I said I'd really like to see you again, by the way," he went back to the subject at hand, chuckling nervously and averting his gaze. 

"I'd like that too," you smiled up at him.

"Oh, thank god," he murmured quietly, looking back at you, his face beaming with joy. He stood up, extending his hand out to you for the taking. He pulled you up and smiled at you, his bubbly cheeks shining from the bright sun. 

"Yah!"

The both of you looked to the entrance of the roof, spotting an angry looking Hwasa.

"Clean up the kitchen, dummy. Those cupcakes are everywhere," she told you with an infuriated tone, hands on her hips, and her foot tapping on the ground.

"You be quiet, you lost your scolding privileges when you told Hoseok that I liked him," you narrowed your eyes at her, letting go of Hoseok's hand to point an accusing finger at your sister.

She rolled her eyes at you, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "Wha– well, someone had to say it!" she argued.

"Um, no they didn't!" you bit back.

"Clean up your cupcakes or I'm telling dad," Hwasa concluded, turning on her heel and retreating back into the building. You gasped, upset that you didn't have a chance to voice your distaste for her use of the parent card. 

You looked back to Hoseok who had an amused look on his face. "Sorry about that," you apologized to him, looking down at your feet.

"Don't worry about it, I've got an older sister too so I know how it feels... She clowns me whenever she gets the chance," he confessed to you, making you laugh in the process.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" he looked to you with an optimistic look in his eyes. You saw that his fingers by his side were reaching out to you. You smiled to yourself, taking his hand in yours.

"Yeah," you grinned at him, pulling him to the entrance of the building.

His grip on your hand tightened, stepping forward to be by your side. "What does the chef recommend?" he chuckled.

"Hmm, coffee with a side of foolishness," you suggested, doubling over with laughter.

"And maybe some hand-holding for dessert?" he raised his eyebrows at you, looking hopeful as ever.

You hummed thoughtfully, "That can be the main course. For dessert, maybe you can teach me how to dance?"

Hoseok was smiling ear to ear, swinging your hand in tandem with his. "It's a deal."

Fin.

[byulsgrease]

as you wish

some good ol’ party fun.

(moonbyul x fem reader, ~1.2k words, original req here)

a/n: been a while since I last wrote/posted an nsfw (just checked and it’s been almost a month exactly), I feel very rusty 💀 fun to write after that break tho!

cw: smut (fingering, choking mention, exhibitionism), dubcon (alcohol) - consent is key, you can’t really consent under the influence, etc. you get my drift. minors dni as always

This may as well be college all over again. But maybe with better beer. The room lights are out, save for a couple color-cycling LED strips on the walls. Soju bottles of every flavor imaginable cover nearly every open table surface at varying degrees of fullness, interspersed with empty Yakult bottles and discarded red foil wrappers. The blasting music oscillates between American top 40 and latest comeback releases, you have no clue who's managing the Spotify queue.

You're chilling out with Byulyi, sitting with your back up against the arm of the sofa as she sits facing forward with beer can in hand, her thighs covered by your knees. Both of you are relatively laid back drinkers, choosing to sit out from the random play dance that ensues every time a song comes on. You laugh together, thankful both of you have high tolerance while watching Yongsun stumble over herself on one side of the room (with Chorong at her side to steady her), Wheein and Hyejin breaking it down on the make-shift carpeted dance floor. There are others here you recognize too, although names and faces have begun muddling together in your mind, trying to think through your tipsy haze.

Byul intermittently sips her beer while lazily tracing circles over your kneecaps with her free hand, fingers trailing through the fallen condensation droplets atop them. It’s a bit of relief from the heat of the room and deep warmth from the alcohol. You’re probably a little farther gone than her, but not by much.

You lean onto her, cheek squishing into her shoulder. Her lips bump the top of your head for a kiss and she watches you instinctively turn your chin up to her, eyes pleading for a real one. Byul happily obliges, smirking against your lips when you recoil at the shock at the temperature differential created by the can. Normally you'd be the one reeling in her pda, but you’re just feeling a bit more forward tonight than usual.

Everyone at this party knows the both of you to some degree, and at minimum knows you’re together. The coolness of her lips on yours have you chasing after them, sitting up for real to press your body in closer. Normally you’d be the last person to want to kiss in public, and even less so in front of her friends, but something tonight makes you absolutely not care, whether for the alcohol or just the atmosphere. Or maybe just her?

Your fingertips approach the collar of her shirt and press in, earning you all but a groan as tingles shoot up Byul’s back, wishing your hands were just a little higher to press in a little harder. Too bad public choking's considered indecent. Setting her beer can on the arm of the couch behind you, her hands find your thighs, fingers slowly but surely working their way up. You've got a long cardigan on that drapes over your sides, thankfully long enough to more or less block out the fact that she's well on her way to passing beneath the hem of your pleated skirt.

"What are you doing?" you murmur with a smile against her lips, encircling one of her wrists with the fingers of your free hand. There's a cautionary urgency in your voice, but not enough to actually make her stop— you don't want her to.

She moves her head to the side, pressing cold-lipped kisses up your jawline. The air she blows across your ear when she gets to it sends a shiver throughout your entire body as she replies to your question—“Just having my own fun.” Good enough for you, so you bend a knee to slide your leg behind her back, now basically straddling her body from the side. You go back to kissing her again and truly, you could probably just do this all night.

Her hands continue their original task, teasingly working their way up your thighs. It’s already hot amidst the dancing people and poor apartment ventilation, but the room suddenly feels 10 degrees warmer at the prospect of being caught, but at minimum her members probably already knew what was going on if they’d taken the chance to look over.

Byul hooks her pointer finger into where your panties meet the crease of your leg, tugging the now-wet fabric away from your body and brushing the skin underneath with her knuckle.

“If you’re really doing this here, don’t you wanna go a little faster?” you hiss. There’s already sweat beading on the back of your neck in anticipation.

“Be careful what you wish for,” she warns cunningly before surprisingly obliging your request, pushing your underwear aside with her ring and pinky fingers to press her thumb to your clit. You press your lips together to avoid the audible moan that’s about to escape you, instead letting a forced breath out of your nose. “Oh c’mon, you can open your mouth for me, can’t you?” she coos.

It’s almost easier to forget there are other people around and just lose yourself in her hands, but even your tipsy mind knows better than to make a total fool of yourself. You just press your lips into her ear and whimper quietly under her touch, the sound deafening to her. It affects her more than she’d ever willingly admit, but hey, this is about you.

When she finally sinks a couple fingers into you with absolute ease, your teeth dig into her lower lip. She chuckles gloatingly through her nose at how obviously worked up you are, taunting you sweetly with a whisper. As much as you want to, you resist throwing your head back in pleasure to mitigate the risk of someone catching onto what’s happening. Instead you just focus on keeping your lips connected and bodies close, your sounds drowned out by the music but just loud enough for her. She presses a thumb to your clit, stroking down while simultaneously curling the fingers she already has inside of you.

She continues like this for a while, knowing full well what makes you absolutely fall apart at her touch. Your pants pitching higher and more ragged in her ear signal how close you are, and just before you’re about to cum she pulls her hand out from under you completely, drying her finger on the underside of your skirt’s folds.

“Ww–what? Why?” you stammer at the sudden loss of contact.

“You just asked me to go faster. Who said that meant you had to finish?” she responds with that sarcastic questioning look. “Good luck with the mess you’ve got going on down there,” waving her hand in the general vicinity of your skirt with a smirk on her face, prepping to get up off the couch.

She’s not leaving you in this state. Or rather, you’re not going to let her. You aggressively clutch her hand in yours and drag her by the arm, leading her toward the nearest empty bedroom to finish what she started.

“Get a room!” Hyejin shouts slurred as you march by. Wheein nods aggressively in agreement beside her and you can’t help but laugh in the face of your nervousness and play along, wondering if they’re just poking their usual fun or if they know what you were actually up to that entire time.

“Your wish is our command!” you holler back in her direction with a wink, whisking Byul into the open bedroom and swinging the door shut to make her finish what she started.

[walshies]

Payback

prompt by @grayparallax: moonbyul has enough of hwasa's teasing during performance so she retaliates back and hwasa ends of getting really flustered

Hyejin thought she had it all figured out, especially her band colleague and almost girlfriend Byulyi. She knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her squirm with a simple touch or different action.

It had been very much fun teasing her lately, especially on stage when everyone could see the way Byulyi blushed and got flustered whenever she did something to the rapper. Especially now that they were somewhat together she had turned up the flirting enormously, trying to give the rapper the final push to fully acknowledge their feelings.

What she didn’t expect though, was that Byulyi was working on a plan to strike back.

She didn’t know how to respond to Hyejin’s teasing at first, especially since the younger woman had always managed to get her flustered like no one else did, but Byulyi had decided that she had gotten more daring as well. Be it the fact that she was more eager to show some skin lately, or that she would dare to make more clearer remarks about the fact that she wasn’t straight.

Her chance for payback had come at their next appearance, a short performance at yet another festival, and delighted she noted that the stylists had once again picked out a cropped top for her, over which she would wear a jacket.

She had already waited for the moment when Hyejin would approach her, all smug and dangerous as she tried to take off the jacket, knowing well that Byulyi would never allow her to.

Only that this time she did.

Almost forgetting that her part was next she watched as she pulled off the piece of fabric off Byulyi without any restraint, and perplex she stared at the jacket as she held it in her hand.

Under a lot of screaming she winked at Hyejin and walked away to continue the performance.

A moment later Byulyi was making her way towards Hyejin again, smiling at her almost too sexy and then her hand was on her chest and she pushed her a litle backwards as she sang one of her more sultry lines.

No one present could believe their eyes when for once the younger woman blushed shyly and turned a little away, avoiding any further advances of Byulyi who was laughing loudly at her small victory.

Wheein and Yongsun were all too amused as well, and they had some trouble finishing the song right because of the swift in athmosphere.

When they left the stage Byulyi took Hyejin’s hand and pulled her to a quiet corner, safe from curious eyes or managers who told them that they had to leave for the next event in five minutes.

“Hyejin, look at me,” she asked as the younger still avoided her eyes. “Did I hurt you or go to far?”

The younger shook her head. “Of course not, this was half as bad as the stuff I always put you through, I just wasn’t really prepared for you to strike back, you know,” she replied and finally looked into Byulyi’s eyes again.

The rapper nodded knowingly. “Let me be direct, okay? Because I fear I might lose my confidence again when I don’t speak it out,” she started and took a deep breath. “I am tired of this back and forth between us, Hyejin. I finally want to be true to myself, and what I feel for you. It’s probably the worst timing and place, but... I love you. I want to be with you. I want to kiss you and I want to hold your hand when I can.”

Somehow she felt relieved after these words had left her mouth and patient she awaited Hyejin’s answer, who seemed close to tears.

Byulyi was caught of guard when the other woman swiftly leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on her lips. It was all too quick, but also so soft and Byulyi wanted to spend the rest of her life exploring Hyejin’s lips and mouth.

“I love you too, Byul,” she confessed. “Be my girlfriend?”

“Of course.”

Happy, and with a few tears running down their faces they embraced each other for a moment until they heard Yongsun calling them, apparently very angry.

“If you two don’t come out right now, I will drag you back to the car by your ungrateful hair!”

The couple looked at each other and had a hearty laugh at Yongsun’s choice of words.

[thewoundupbird]

Random Drabble series pt 1/?

She remembers the first time the change had happened.  Her father had been shaking, shoving his glasses up his nose as his eyes widened in fear.  Her whole body had ached as her teeth felt too large for her mouth and her whole body burned as her skin seemed too thin, stretching around breaking bones.

“It sometimes skips generations, Yongsun-ah,” he had whispered when he sat her down a few hours earlier.  The signs had apparently all been there but he had hoped against everything that this malicious genetic defect would skip his daughter as well.  But in the end, Youngsun was forcefully locked in a small storage closet in the basement of the apartment complex that her family lived in.  A steel collar around her neck connected her to a rod firmly installed on the cement ground.  She whimpered around the gag in her mouth as her father carefully bound her arms and legs with silver.  And when he was done he stepped back, almost tripping over himself as he stumbled to close the door behind him.

“I still love you,” he had whispered to her as she writhed in agony on the floor, eventually succumbing to the pain as the world exploding in a flash of painful white.

(Youngsun blinks as she recovers from the question, trying to slip the slick idol smile back on her face.  She knows that when she watches this clip a few weeks later she will see the moment where her mask shatters, her mouth pulling downward and eyes dimming in an attempt to hide the emotion that threatens to bubble to the surface.

“I’m sorry,” she clarifies, subtly clenching her fists around the fabric of her skirt under the table.  “Can you say that again?”

She sees Moonbyul glance at her curiously out of the corner of her eye.  She’s the only one who probably really noticed her break.

“I asked if you have a close relationship with your parents.  Since Parents’ Day is coming up after all, we wanted you to give a greeting to your parents for our viewers.” The radio DJ smiles again adjusting his headphones over his ears.  She nods, trying to make her eyes glassy again.  Shifting forward she hovers close to the microphone in front of her, pulling her lips up into a big grin.

“Daddy,” she says, giggling childishly as the word. “Thank you for helping me get to where I am.  I know you didn’t want me to be a singer and we didn’t talk for a long time, but I hope you can give Mamamoo a lot of love.  I love you.”  Youngsun smiles again for good measure making a heart with her hands toward the camera recording the live radio broadcast. No one asks why she didn’t mention her mother.  No one asks her why she remains relatively silent for the rest of the interview.)

*****

To say she is a little indignant would be an understatement.  After the dreadful and practically hellish process of getting into RBW as a trainee, she had to deal with this new girl who had the nerve to be rude to her!  Youngsun was used to being ostracized.  She was slightly off the cuff in her interpersonal interactions and awkward.  That’s why Wheein and Hyejin would stare at her like she was an alien sometimes when she would silently practice by herself.  She didn’t mind that though.  Being by herself was easier.  Less blood to clean up.

But this new girl. Moon Byulyi.  She came in with long black hair and a neutral expression that made the wolf in her gnash its teeth in agitation.  It only got worse when she let the girl borrow her heels for a practice and the girl had talked to her like she wasn’t a stranger and thoughtlessly forgot to return the shoes to boot.  Youngsun had to leave for the restroom after that, splashing her face with icy cold water and making her glowing golden eyes return back to their regular brown.

They had been walking on eggshells around each other for the past week and a half since then.  Youngsun struggled between trying to be friendly and cordial and hiding the snarling wolf within her that wanted to assert itself over this new girl.  

Youngsun dances in front of the mirror tonight, almost frantically with frenzied movements.  Tonight is a full moon and all the tell-tale signs are there.  Short-temper, strange cravings, enhanced senses.  Usually she would be in her apartment by now, chained up and knocked out by a few horse tranquilizers that she managed to get through a family contact.  But she had struggled in dance practice and needed everything perfect before she could leave, full moon be damned.

When she’s finally done with the song, she mops the sweat up with a ragged towel on the floor, examining the recording from its tripod.  

She hears the lithe footsteps of Moonbyul walking down the hall and she tries to square her shoulders a little in preparation.  Youngsun foolishly hopes against anything that the other girl is going to the recording studio instead of the practice dance room but of course there is a pause and from the mirror Youngsun sees Moonbyul peek in.  She doesn’t turn to look at her but instead gazes at her through the mirror.  The intensity of that girl’s stare makes something burn low in her belly and her teeth suddenly feel too sharp in her mouth.

“Can I practice here, too?” Moonbyul asks, quirking her head a little to the side.  She almost seems to expect her to say no.

“Sure,” Youngsun says easily.  She tries not to breathe in too deeply when Moonbyul shuts the door behind her.  In seconds all Youngsun can smell is the other girl and it makes her want to claw at her chest.  It unsettles her in such a way that makes her want to run away and ignore her for the rest of her time at the company.  Of course, the  source of her problem walks closer to her, eying the hand phone she has clutched tightly in her hand with curiosity.

“Did you record yourself dancing?” Moonbyul asks, pointing to the iPhone nearly crushed in her hands.  Youngsun swallows at the proximity and tries to ignore the way the wolf suddenly wants to frantically claw its way to the surface. She settles for a nod instead of a monosyllabic answer just because she doesn’t know if her teeth have sharpened yet.

Of course Moonbyul isn’t picking up on her body tensing or her lack of eye contact.  Instead, the other girl only steps closer to her, face suddenly right at her shoulder.

“Could I see it? Maybe we could work on the moves together?” And then unexpectedly that straight-faced girl smiles.  Youngsun blinks several times just to make sure she isn’t dreaming.

“S-sure,” she stammers as she unlocks her phone, trying desperately to ignore how close Moonbyul is to her.  She licks her bottom lip nervously as she clicks on the video ignoring the distinct lack of personal space.  For nearly three painstaking minutes she feels the heat from Moonbyul’s body against her shoulder and her skin itches at the almost contact.  The wolf bristles beneath her skin and for the first time since she’s come to the company, it hurts to contain it.  

When the video is done, Youngsun turns to look at Moonbyul who still hasn’t moved.  She realizes that without heels, Moonbyul is a little taller than her as she looks up into eyes covered by choppy bangs.  Youngsun parts her lips to say something when that familiar itching spreads across her skin.  Trying not to gasp, she stumbles away, heading toward the door.

“I-I have to go home now,” she gasps out as she bolts out the door.  Everything starts to become blurry as she sprints down stairs, past other trainess, and outside the building.

She is incredibly thankful that she found a single stall lockable restroom in the dingy strip mall a block away.  She doesn't worry as much about other people now as she locks the door behind her with trembling fingers, pulling out a pill bottle.  Popping one tranquilizer in her mouth she swallows without water, sighing with relief.  Youngsun staggers toward the sink, head bowing as her hands clench onto the porcelain of the sink.  Even though the world is blurry she can see her hands curling unnaturally into claws as she slowly raises her head and looks at her changing face through hazy eyes.  

“…not a… monster.”  She doesn’t know why she tells herself that every time but it still sounds somewhat natural on her tongue.  It’s the last thing she remembers before the world becomes edged with black and she collapses onto all fours.  

*****

Things with Moonbyul get worse before they get better.  The other girl approaches her the next morning, hands awkwardly stuffed in her pockets and eyes not meeting Youngsun’s.  

“Where did you go yesterday?” she asks, meeting her gaze through the mirror.  Youngsun pauses, wiping at her dripping forehead with the back of her head.  Even though it’s hot in the studio, she’s wearing sweats to cover the bruises from last night.  Although she’s not conscious for most of the transformation, the strain from her body turning into a wolf always has the side effects of bruises and a soreness that lasts a few days.  That part of her lingers and no matter how much she desperately wants to pursue her dream recklessly without abandon there are limitations that threaten to drown her.

Stiffening her upper lip, she turns and looks right into Moonbyul’s eyes.

“You stole my heels and never gave them back. Also I’m older than you by a whole year! And… and you may be a great dancer but what gives you the right to choose now to suddenly pay attention to me?”

Moonbyul blinks owlishly at the barrage of words from Youngsun.  She self-consciously slaps her hand over mouth.  She’s normally quiet and polite around strangers.  And sure her and Moonbyul worked for the same company but they certainly weren’t friends.

“S-sorry,” mumbles Youngsun, her head dropping to stare at the beat up pair of sneakers that Moonbyul is wearing.  But the other girl just laughs.  She jerks her head up in surprise as Moonbyul wrinkles her nose at her, releasing a full on belly laugh.  Youngsun stares at her in disbelief as the laugh dies down and finally is just a wry half smile.

“I’m sorry about all those misunderstandings. But to be fair you totally have a baby face.  How was I supposed to know you were older than me?”

Youngsun scoffs.

“You can’t just treat strangers based on their looks, Moonbyul-ssi. Looks can be deceiving.” Youngsun doesn’t mean to, but something primal stirs in her stomach when she looks up into Moonbyul’s eyes.  Can you see the real me underneath this sweet looking girl, she wonders.  

“True,” Moonbyul replies easily, that slightly obnoxious and slightly charming smirk curling her lips.  “But maybe I’ll get to know you better so that I’m no longer deceived.”

Youngsun’s face screws up into a frown at the comment as Moonbyul starts to walk out the door waggling a hand playfully in her direction.  She tilts her head to the side, considering the other girl until she abruptly pauses at the door, throwing Youngsun another cheeky grin.

“The reason why I started to talk to you now…”

Youngsun frowns more.

“Is because I realized… you’re pretty.”

Before she can properly come up with a reply Moonbyul disappears in a blur of dark hair and light airy laughter.  And no matter how much she practices, Youngsun can’t quite wipe her smile off her face.

[sopewriters]

Miss Me?

Genre: Smut with a hint of Fluff

Pairing: Reader x Moonbyul (MAMAMOO) 

Word Count: 1.9k-ish 

“Hey babe!” You greet your girlfriend as she steps inside your apartment before hugging her tightly and giving her a kiss, “How was the concert?”

“Tiring,” Moonbyul answers lethargically, placing her bags on the couch, before pulling at the tie around her neck, and you realize that she didn’t have time to change out of her stage outfit. “But it’s better now that I have you.”

You smile shyly at her words before eyeing her outfit with growing interest, especially the tie around her neck. Is it weird to think it makes her look really hot?

Your silence however, doesn’t go unnoticed by her and she chuckles as she sees that the pink dusting your cheeks at the moment is being caused by her outfit.

“Did you miss me though?” She asks, walking over to you before gripping your chin between her fingers and making you look at her.

“Of course, I did, baby.” You answer, placing your hand on her cheek, softly caressing the skin with your thumb before leaning to kiss her again, but this time with intent.

“Hm, you missed me a lot, didn’t you?” She smirks, hand tracing up your thighs before running over your clothed core, making you sigh softly, “Answer me.”

“I did.” You hum the answer as she slowly walks you backwards to your bedroom, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed before you fall down softly on the mattress.

She pulls your shorts down with your underwear, throwing them carelessly on the floor as she climbs onto the bed between your legs and spreads them apart with her hands.

“Shit, baby,” Moonbyul kisses the inside of your thighs, slowly moving closer to your heated core and your hands grip the bedsheets above you tightly as the heady pleasure courses through you, “You’re already so wet for me.”

You answer her words with a soft moan, making her raise her head up to look at you with a smug expression on her face before licking a confident stripe up your folds.

“You like that, babe?” Moonbyul asks and you respond by bucking your hips further into her touch, “Tell me, have you been so desperate since I left?”

“Fuck, yes, I have,” You breathe out shakily, hands finding their grip on her silky locks as she pushes in two of her fingers, “But I didn’t touch myself, I was waiting for you to come back.”

“Good girl,” She kisses the inside of your thighs softly in reward, her fingers steadily building up their pace and hitting all your sweet spots with practiced ease, “Because only I can fucking touch you like this.”

Her mouth latches around your clit, sucking and nibbling harshly on it, as her hands hold down your shaking thighs firmly, reveling in the sounds of your broken moans and whimpers. She can feel her own panties dampening as you moan her name incessantly, urging her to go harder, to keep giving you more.

“And only I can make you come.” Her voice is stern as her fingers push deeper inside and her teeth bite down harshly on the soft skin of your thigh, eliciting a soft scream of her name from your mouth.

You can feel the pressure building up in you as she pushes you towards your peak with each movement of her fingers and suck on your clit. You hate how easily she’s able to break you apart like this but also just love how good she can make you feel, how she can set your skin ablaze with the lightest touch.

“Fuck, I-I’m close!” You’re barely able to get the words out before you can feel the warmth enveloping you as your release washes over you, eyes rolling into the back of your head from the sheer amount of pleasure she’s given you.

But she doesn’t stop her actions, fingers still pumping in and out of you at a fast pace and tongue still licking every drop of your release with the hunger of a starved woman. Even though you’re cringing from the oversensitivity, and she can feel your thighs shaking under her touch, she knows how much you love the pain and keeps going without a hint of ever stopping.

“Baby, f-fuck, I-I can’t take it anymore,” You whine yet her fingers dig into your thighs punishingly, mouth still busy with licking each and every drop of your essence.

And she doesn’t stop till the only thing coating your folds is her saliva, finally lifting her head up to look at you, lips glistening with your juices. You blush a little as you see just how much of your sheen covers her mouth but shudder from arousal as she licks her lower lip.

“You want a taste of yourself, babygirl?” She moves up to straddle your lap, leaning down to kiss you and slips her tongue into your mouth, tasting every inch of your wet cavern.

While she distracts you with the kiss, her hands undo the tie around her neck and to tie it around yours, pulling at it to deepen the kiss. Eventually, she tugs her tights off, dropping it on the floor before carefully placing her thighs on either side of your head.

“Won’t you be a good girl and make me come too, hm?” She muses as her hands moves down to pull her underwear aside and you lick your lips before placing your hands on her hips.

Instead of giving her an answer, you decide to lick up her folds, her hands holding on to your hair as she grinds against your mouth. Your tongue swirling around her clit, teeth lightly grazing it as you nibble on it has her moaning your name endlessly in a broken tone.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking amazing,” You moan out before reattaching your mouth to her folds, licking over it repeatedly to taste as much of her as you possibly could.

You move your hand to smack her bare ass harshly, earning a scream of your name from her trembling voice and you smile smugly. You dig your fingers into the soft skin of her ass as you steadily build up the pace.

Soon enough you can feel her shake under your hold, her orgasm coursing through her body and you lick up each drop of her arousal before finally releasing your strong hold on her, letting her sit down next to you.

You’re still panting to catch your breath when she motions for you to take a seat on her lap, which you lethargically move to do and her hands wrap around the tie on your neck.

“Does my dirty girl want to come again?” Moonbyul muses as her teeth nip playfully at your neck, making you grab onto her shoulders tightly as she pulls harder on the tie.

You nod your head in response and she chuckles before making you sit on her thigh, your core rubbing against her bare skin and you instantly moan at the warm sensation.

“Come on baby, ride my thigh like a good girl,” She whispers into your ear, pulling at your tie as her mouth sucks and bites at the smooth skin of your neck, etching a mark of her presence into it.

You experimentally move your hips and god, the friction feels so incredibly, mind-numbingly good, that you can’t stop yourself from moving faster. Her hands slowly slip under your shirt, pulling the cups of your bra down to pinch your already hardened nipples, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, I-I’m so close,” Your eyes squeeze shut from the pleasure as you begin to move faster, craving more of that friction and she flexes her muscle underneath you to make it even better.

And with that you come undone, screaming her name as you coat her thigh with your juices, still moving your hips to run through your high before finally stopping and resting against her chest.

“Did my baby enjoy that?” She asks innocently, hand stroking through your hair and you nod tiredly, burrowing into her heat.

“Yeah, it was… amazing.” You chuckle tiredly, the heady pleasure surging through you making you smile in the afterglow.

But you’re caught completely off guard when she flips your tired body so that your back is against the mattress and she hovers above you. Her hands go to the hem of your shirt and pulls it off before moving to your back to unclasp your bra, throwing both pieces of unnecessary fabric away, leaning down to suck at your breasts alternately.

“Good because then you’ll like this even more,” She grins as she unbuttons her shirt before throwing it away with her bra, “I know I’ll love it.”

She pulls off your underwear before doing the same herself to press her bare core against yours, gasps escaping both of your lips as she begins to move slowly.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good and warm, shit.” You whimper as you lean forward to fondle her breasts, mouth sucking on her nipple as your tongue swirled around it.

She moans and whimpers under your touch, increasing the pace of her hips in response and you groan in pleasure as you can feel your high building up once again.

You hold onto her arm for support as you match her thrusts while her hand wraps around the tie to pull you close for kiss. You nibble lightly on her lip, a choked moan escaping as she hits against your sensitive clit, making you cry out in ecstasy.

“Come with babe, fuck.” She pins you down on the mattress, hand gripping your thighs tightly as she grinds harder against you, rubbing your clit just right with each thrust that you come undone once again in her hold.

Moans and whimpers of her name leave your lips as your orgasm crashes over you while she continues to keep thrusting against you, desperately chasing after her high. Your hands reach forward to rub harsh circles against her sensitive clit, giving her the final push that she needs to reach her high and soon, you feel the warmth of her come against you as she rides through it.

Slowly, you pull her down next to you, hand stroking her hair to calm her through her aftershocks and her hands wrap around your waist, rubbing circles into the skin.

She nuzzles into your neck, pressing placating kisses against the skin and you hum softly at the feeling.

“I saw your performance, by the way,” You remark as you pull back to look at her and she smiles in excitement before letting you continue, “You were absolutely perfect babe, as always.”

“Thanks Y/N,” She chuckles softly, pulling you back into her embrace so your head is resting against her shoulder and she leans down to kiss the crown of your head, “I’m sorry though, for not being able to be here as often as I should be.”

“Seriously Moonbyul,” You chuckle incredulously, holding her hand in yours and entangling your fingers to pull it to your face so you could kiss the back of her hand, “It’s okay. I love you and I love your work, so trust me, it’s okay.”

“I love you.” She sighs, smiling tiredly at you before wrapping her hands around you and tucking you under her chin.

“I love you too, baby.” You do the same, entangling your legs together before pressing a kiss against her sweet lips, and then letting sleep take over both your tired bodies.

Written By: Sangria  <3

Edited By: Midnight~