#ubemango fic

[ubemango]

commission 6: friends-to-lovers!Hoseok

note 1: for Miss Sam!!!!!!!! Thank you for your help back in November!!!!!!!!!! I hope sexy sexy brother’s best friend/f2l!Hoseok is Good To you!!!!!!!!!!! Mwah!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕😁😁😁😁😁

note 2: a little background--the premise for this story did not come easy to me. Like At All!!!! I was struggling--AGAIN--with Exposition and you know what I learned? in medias res never fails me. Truly she is God. I love her. Anywho, Keyword(s): Talking to your dog for emotional support! Tension! Mutual pining!!!!!!!!! Being so close you don’t know what to do with yourself anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Word count: 4.5k. Class is in session!

note 3: a big big biiiiiiiiig Thank You to @b1usides and @angelguk for helping me out with this ;_; Truly would not have come out with this without you I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you for ur input and insight and interest and MWAH !!!

(note 4: I wrote all those previous notes back in 2020. GOOD LORD IT IS 2025. This is not a come back I just wanted to post this because I wrote so much of it and I’m tired of thinking my writing is too ugly to post. It can be ugly but also exist on this blog. Yay!!!!!!! Mindset mindset! I wuuuvvvv youuuu my friends I hope you’re doing well!!!!)

“Now?”

“Now,” Yoongi says, “and don’t come up with excuses about being busy because I know you’re doing your dalgona shit right now.”

You slide the bottle of instant coffee a little closer to your chest for protection. He probably overheard you talking to your mom about your plans in the kitchen last night. “You’re evil.”

“Whatever. Just–come, please? Everyone’s busy and Hoseok won’t finish unpacking today if we don’t get the help.”

Hearing that name sends electricity down to your toes. “What’s in it for me?”

“Being a nice sister–“ Yoongi’s breath is stifled with effort, probably from lifting a box– “and helping my best friend move into his new apartment?”

“I just got home–“

“I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important. The air conditioning here hasn’t been turned on yet,” he baits, and you hiss at that. “You know what that’s like.”

You do. The sun is unforgiving in the throes of late spring, and even you’d been contemplating holding out on your move back to avoid the heat. You’d made sure to finish unpacking last night, the loom of today’s plus-twenty weather with humidity heavy on your shoulders. Yoongi’s strangled tone tells you Hoseok’s got a billion and one things to unpack.

“Fine,” you concede. “Just text me the address.”

“Don’t take too long.”

The line cuts. You get the text in three seconds.

You stare forlornly at the whisk and bowl you’d gotten out, watching your phone screen light up with Yoongi’s text. To think you’d be hauling ass with cardboard boxes instead of making frothy coffee. What you thought would be a little welcome-back activity now that you’ve moved back home with your family instead lies toppled since you’ve been voluntold for other plans.

Plans to see Hoseok for the first time in years.

Immediately, you hold your breath. Maybe if you restrict your airflow then things won’t be so real and sudden, and why couldn’t Yoongi have called Namjoon, or something? He’s ten times as strong as you are. He lives in the city, too. You feel cheated. Older brothers don’t like taking things into consideration.

Your lungs burst into a yelp when something furry brushes against your leg, which, thankfully, stops you from contemplating all of Yoongi’s wrongdoings with revenge. You realize you’ve got your fist tight around the whisk.

“Girl, you scared me!”

Boppa stares at you with her long eyelashes and sits down at your feet. She’s the picturesque prettiness of a ten-year-old cockapoo. It’s kind of insulting looking at her sometimes.

“Boppa, I think my life’s about to fall apart and it’s all Yoongi’s fault,” you tell her.

She offers no response. You drop the whisk, reach over for her treat jar, and pop the dried meat into her mouth. Just a reward for the anxious rambling you’re about to dump on her pretty little head.

“Remember senior year, Boppa, and I couldn’t do my calculus homework because I missed too many classes? So Hoseok helped me out with all the problems I didn’t get?” You don’t think she does. She just pants, watching you put your mise-en-place away. “Or when he helped me make soup for Yoongi when he had the flu that one time?”

In your head, a dam breaks, and it all comes roiling back.

The way you remember Hoseok is different every time. Little disjointed moments throughout high school, college, and it starts with junior year, when he’d come over after a music council meeting with Yoongi. He’d walked past the living room, caught sight of your puffed face from crying over Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds; so startled by your hiccuping that he’d offered you a coupon to the pizza place near school and told you to get lunch with it the next day. Because pretty girls don’t deserve to cry, and Yoongi slapped his neck for being too nice to his little sister and dragged him upstairs to practice for their sectional.

It’s who he is, has always been. The kindness that never wavers, always there when you need help–carrying groceries into the kitchen when your mom complained about bad knees, patiently waiting for you to work through a difficult log function, walking Boppa when Yoongi was too lazy to do it. College Hoseok disappeared for a bit, busy with obligations and social circles. But like all strong currents, he came back with a force, seeking refuge on your couch after an overnight stay at school. 

(You’d made him a snack, that time. He gave you the prettiest smile ever. When you’d settled into bed, you could hear his snoring from your bedroom.

You slept so well that night.)

“Boppa, why,” you wail. “Why is this all coming back. I just got home.”

She blinks. You toss her another treat. She eats it well.

“I’m not in love with him.” Affirmations, affirmations. It’s good to air out your grievances, especially since no one is home to hear them. “I’m not!”

Boppa looks at you as if to say, I haven’t accused you of anything, so why are you so strung up?

“I don’t know what’s going on!” You shriek, slamming your palms on the counter.

Logically, you’re correct: you aren’t in love with Hoseok. He was just so overwhelmingly good. Attachments formed. Hoseok came to your home all the time. And home is a permanent fixture you could never get rid of, and you’d been away for two years, living in the western side of the city, forgetting you had a life back here, learning new intersections, knowing where to touch fruits to see if they were ripe, seducing the hot pharmacy man into a spicy romance (and subsequently dealing with the heartbreak), living, accomplishing, and these things end. Some parts of life end so you come back home, and Hoseok is home, you’re home, and the one thing about all of this is that it’s all Yoongi’s fault!

You close your eyes, feel the rush of your entire life come to a halt right at this very moment. You wanted coffee, not an attack on all your senses.

“Boppa,” you say, realizing something else. “I need a housewarming gift.”

You hear her get up, and you watch her stop where you’d left your extra bag of rice from unpacking. She lies down in front of it.

“Do you think that’s a good gift?”

She yawns. You google the meaning of offering jasmine rice as a gift for new homes.

“Abundance of love and food,” you say from your findings. It’s good. “Smart girl.”

She makes a grunting noise when you carry the bag away from her, and accepts the kiss you leave behind her ear as your goodbye for now.

She’s due for her mid-afternoon nap. You’re due for a reality check.

The drive over to the apartment is short, and you’re thankful because your seat belt scorches you when you shift the wrong way,  and suddenly your mood is sour all over again. But your parallel parking, though–it’s so immaculate you almost start crying. The balance of good and evil in your life makes you tired. The giant bag of rice almost makes you tip into the asphalt of the sidewalk.

Security buzzes you in with the code Yoongi sent you, and no later than 20 seconds pass when you find yourself in front of unit two-eighteen. You knock, and steel yourself.

The door opens.

“The fuck is that?” Yoongi snorts.

You heat high in your cheeks at the interrogation. “Boppa told me to do it.”

“Our dog told you to bring rice?”

“It’s a gift,” you seethe, “and our dog is a magical dog.” (It’s the truth. Somehow when Boppa howls, your mom will suddenly come up with cryptic news. The last time, an old auntie died.)

“I like it,” a voice says, and suddenly Hoseok is nudging Yoongi out the way. His entrance freezes you in your spot. His fingers brush against yours when he takes the bag from your hands. “Really. My mom brought rice for when my sister moved out–means abundance, or something.”

“Exactly,” is all you can breathe out, and he smiles–just as you remember–and then he disappears into another room. Never one for grand gestures; he comes and goes. Maybe it was just a ghost who happened to look like Hoseok and really liked lifting rice into the netherworld.

The slam of the grain against what’s probably the kitchen counter interrupts the thought. Yoongi makes a disgruntled noise, which more or less means come in before I start insulting you.

“We’re fixing the bed frame right now,” he explains, the door squeaking shut under his hand. “It’s already super hot in there so just–don’t come in.”

“Man sweats?”

“You know how meat smells when you’ve left it out on the counter all day?”

You recoil automatically. “I–? Ew.”

He’s joking. Probably. But it’s enough to make you stay away from that part of the apartment. The living room space is comfortably small; enough square feet to classify as cozy, not cramped. The linger of heat is a silent threat–you can already feel yourself starting to get sticky under your collar. They’ve got a mini-fan propped on one of the many boxes littered on the carpeted floor, though, whirring through little bursts of air.

There are so many boxes. The thought alone is making you sweat more.

“Thank you for the help.” Hoseok pops in again. Brushing his hair away from his sticky forehead, and you’re almost offended at how suave that move was. The audacity of good-looking people to do good-looking things unprovoked. “I really appreciate it.”

You could never refuse him. This is the truth you’ve always known. “It’s no problem. I didn’t think you’d have this much stuff.”

He flounders with a sheepish smile. “Yeah. I didn’t think I did either, but I had a whole nest of shit that I had back home in my closet and I didn’t want to throw anything out.”

“So for nostalgic purposes you’re risking heat exhaustion, is what you’re saying,” you joke.

“So mean.” Hoseok puts his hand over his heart. “You really wound me, you know?”

Yoongi interrupts with a cough. “You guys are boring, I’m going back to the bed frame.”

“I’ll be there in a sec,” Hoseok calls after him. He stands rigid for a second, gathering his thoughts. Probably just avoiding responsibility for a few precious seconds because going back to the proclaimed Meat Room sounds like a painful thought. “Um–I would catch up more but I just–I really need this done before we actually pass out.”

“It’s okay. Really.” He nods his gratitude. “Where should I start?”

“We’ve already done the bathroom, so… you think you can start with the kitchen?”

You nod. Hoseok sighs another “thank you, again,” and takes two steps backwards, as if to keep that soft gaze on you for as long as possible. He spins away before you can think too hard about it.

The kitchen is separated from the living room by the sink, and this is where all the goodies sit. One box is labeled with nothing on the side. Another has nothing but a picture of a smiling plate, a tiny fork and spoon holding hands. But the most enticing one is the box that says MUGS, SO MANY MUGS! MOM CAN’T FIT THEM ALL!

His mom’s loopy handwriting is so cute. You start with this one. In the bedroom, Yoongi screams.

“Are you okay?” You yell out, ripping at the tape with your nail, sorting the bubble-wrapped mugs by… colour? Shape? Who even owns a mug made out to be a literal octopus? The suction cups are so weirdly detailed. You put that furthest in the cupboard above your head, and pop a couple bubbles of bubble wrap to feel better.

“‘M fine,” he calls back. “Hoseok almost hacked off my thumb.”

“I did not!” Hoseok responds passionately.

They stay silent, save for more banging on wood. You organize to the clipped rhythm of the fan swaying back and forth.

It barely dawns on you that you’re in Hoseok’s new kitchen, voluntarily fixing his stuff. And if you thought about it, he would absolutely do the same for you. The symbiotic relationship of being nice just because. It’s the only way you know how to interact with each other. Someone gives, someone receives.

(You missed home. You missed Hoseok.)

It takes half an hour to sort through all the kitchen essentials. The plates and the bowls are stowed away neatly, cutlery in the first drawer below the counter. All the cleaning supplies are safe under the sink. The bag of rice sits heavy in its spot where Hoseok had left it. You’re sweating.

Not as badly as Yoongi and Hoseok are, though. They trudge in the kitchen, breathing hard, eyebrows wet with their effort.

“We’re done with the room,” Hoseok greets. Yoongi ignores you and goes straight for the handle of the fridge. He reaches for two water bottles, and hands the second one to Hoseok. “Wow, you cleared this fast.”

The compliment should not be as hard-hitting as it should be. Your giddiness is silent. “It was easy. Also your octopus mug really freaked me out so I put it, like, as far away from reach as possible.”

“I got him that mug,” Yoongi complains.

“You couldn’t have gotten him a nicer mug?”

“No?”

“You’re ugly,” you retaliate. Yoongi scrunches his face, and drinks his water angrily.

“I like the mug,” Hoseok inserts, brushing past you to open the drawers, eyeing your work, “but yeah, it is kind of. Uh. Out there.”

“Am I being insulted right now?” Yoongi asks.

“It’s an ugly mug,” you say.

“And you got him an ugly bag of rice.”

“I told you Boppa told me to do it!”

“How’s Boppa?” Hoseok interrupts, checking where you’d put the medicine, the first-aid.

“She’s–“

“–good,” you and Yoongi say at the same time. The look he sends you is venomous.

“Stop copying me.”

“You’re ugly,” you say again.

“You guys need to stop giving me whiplash every five seconds,” Hoseok complains. You know he’s used to it, though. Banter that toes the line of actual hurtful words. It’s a common conversation. He inspects the cupboard above the sink next, making little approving noises. “Ooh, bowls on top of the plates. Very nice.”

“I taught her that,” Yoongi says. Which–yes, he technically did, but now you’re just annoyed because he ripped the compliment right from your nose, and now he’s smiling because he knows you’re pissed.

The fan sings its mechanical song. Fighting Yoongi burns up so much energy you fear you’ll collapse once it comes down to fixing up the living room.

Except.

Your brother opens his stupid mouth again, and announces, “I need to leave.”

Hoseok whips around from where he was inspecting the cleaning supplies. “What?”

“Shit. I had to pick up mom from the station.”

The green-lit time on the stove says it’s five till seven. You picture your sweet little mother waiting behind the doors to the passenger pick-up parking lot, and confide in the thought that she’ll probably smack Yoongi once he pulls up. “You’re gonna be late.”

“Oh really,” he mocks. “If I get pulled over for speeding you’ll bail me out, right? Yeah? Cool. I’m sorry. Good luck. Don’t die. Hoseok, take care of her. Or–whatever. It was fun.”

Before either of you can respond, he bolts out, and slams the door behind him in a spectacularly hard fashion.

“Well,” Hoseok says.

“Huh,” you comment.

You make a mental note to kill your brother. Preferably by means of limited gore, maximum pain. Because now you’re alone with the bane (boon?) of your existence in the kitchen with too many thoughts in your head again and again it’s Yoongi’s fault and you wonder why your breakdowns always have to happen in the kitchen.

Calmly, you drink your water.

“So, uh…”

Hoseok fidgets with the empty mug box on the counter. His ears are bright red.

“You wanna–get started with the living room?” You attempt to save the conversation before it gets too awkward.

“Yes,” he agrees quickly, and scurries out with the same swiftness as Yoongi’s departure.

Did he not want to be close to you? Did you smell like meat, too? You put your deodorant on this morning. You sniff at your armpit secretly while Hoseok chooses a stack of boxes to open, and conclude that it is not your good-smelling sweat that’s driving him away, but something else you’re not aware of.

“Honestly, there’s not much here to unpack, a lot of these are just like–winter jackets, the electric cords for the TV…”

“Why don’t we start with the bookcase?”

It looms with emptiness, tucked away into the corner. The dark oakwood that housed all the precious things he said he couldn’t throw away. It feels a little personal, knowing it contains his accomplishments. His secrets? His school yearbooks? A family picture, maybe, stuffed toys he might’ve won from a carnival. For a second you imagine how it would feel, unpacking your things and his things in your own shared space.

“Sure,” Hoseok decides.

You pick the biggest box to open first. The tape has ripped at the corners, sides bulging slightly from the things crammed inside. Some dust flings off when you whip the top open, and inside is way too many books. Elementary school yearbooks, a massive cookbook, the entirety of A Series of Unfortunate Events.

“I didn’t know you read,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

Hoseok startles into laughter. “Uh..?”

“I meant–oh god you know what I mean.” You blush at the slip-up. But Hoseok pays no heed, just laughs even harder.

“It’s fine. It’s–yeah. Back in high school. Found the first book in some second-hand store and ended up buying the rest.”

That explains why the first one is so much more worn down than the others. Loved, flipped through. You heave the box onto the floor, sit down next to it. Criss-cross applesauce. You begin sorting through it one by one.

“So how are you? Now that you’re back home, and all.” Hoseok handles something that clinks slightly–pots of succulents. He staggers on his tip-toes to fit them pretty on the top shelf. You think back to your brief crisis of identity in the kitchen at home.

“I wanted to make the dalgona coffee today but I had a change of plans.”

Hoseok sighs. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“All good. But to answer your question…” There was no exciting answer to impress him with. You’re back for convenience, lack of work. Ordinary reasons. You don’t want to entertain lengthy stories in the fog of this heat, anyway. “It’s… I’m just back. That internship was all I had going for me, so I’m still on a job hunt.”

“That’s really cool, though. I remember your sketchbooks. And when you built that seat to look like a huge-ass Converse shoe.”

It was one of your projects for junior year. “Yeah, it… I don’t know where that is now, probably stuck in the basement somewhere.”

“Sell it on eBay.”

“Like anyone would pay for that shit.” It literally was a giant wooden slab made to look like a shoe, soft enough for reclining. “It’s ugly.”

Hoseok shrugs. “It wasn’t. But keep thinking that, silly, go ahead.”

“It’s just–I can’t believe you know I built that. Like you remember that? I don’t even remember building it.”

He contemplates. “I’ll always remember you,” he answers, very simply, and for a while he lets it linger, like it hadn’t just gotten your heart racing so fast.

The silence is scary. Maybe he’s trying to read your mind. Maybe if you made a loud noise in your head, he’d be startled. You start thinking about the most obscene moaning noises, straight out of soft, amateur pornography that you see floating on your timeline sometimes. But Hoseok doesn’t budge. 

Damn. He just continues on.

“Do you still cry when The Proposal comes on?”

“Oh spare me,” you beg, itching to slap his leg. He shudders with his laughing. “How about you? You still cry when someone talks about the White Lady?”

You think back to a 16-year-old Hoseok sleeping over at your house once, so vexed by Yoongi’s searches on horror forums that night he’d made sure Boppa slept in the room with them. “You’ll curse my apartment!”

“I’d have to say the name three times, you know.”

He watches you from above with frightened eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

Hoseok should know better than to trust his best friend’s sister. Right as you taunt him with the first syllable–(“Whi…“)–he tucks the last succulent away on the shelf, drops down on his knees, and shoves a hot hand over your lips.

“I will actually, genuinely, really, reallyreallyreally hate you forever,” he threatens.

Well.

You wouldn’t want that.

He is devastatingly close, his gaze so frenzied you’re starting to feel bad. The heat comes in waves: the stifling living room, the pathetic blows of wind from the fan. Hoseok’s body. Proximity you haven’t known in forever. He just stares.

You garble from behind his mouth. “Sto’ wooing ame.”

“What?”

You slide his palm off your wet lip. “Stop looking at me,” you repeat.

“I can’t just look at you?”

Oh. He –?

“You – !” You swat at him like he’s a pesky mosquito, warding off the thirst for your embarrassment. He sits next to you, laughing. “I’m sweaty and my concealer is creasing.”

“You look fine.”

“To you.” You pat under your eyes. “I’m ugly to me.”

“Me is stupid,” he counters.

“Me will kick you if you don’t finish clearing this shit out!”

Hoseok relents, careful to test your aggression. He’s sweating, too. He wipes at his neck, sighing into straight posture from creaky knees. “We can just finish this then call it a night,” he offers. “Are you almost done with that box?”

You lug the cookbook into the remaining space of the shelf. “It’s done.”

“Cool. Then could you just–” he gestures to the cardboard near his feet with one hand, arranging more succulents with the other– “grab that for me?”

You reach over with a grunt, gentle in your hold of the pot. It’s a money plant. “From your mom?”

“I don’t even like plants,” Hoseok complains. He looks to the side of the bookshelf, realizing there’s no space to accommodate the larger pot. Dejected, he just leaves it where he stands. “I’m fixing this tomorrow, I don’t care. Let’s go outside.”

Outside is the balcony, which isn’t as oppressively hot as it is inside but still has you disappointed that it’s, well, hot. There’s no escaping it. Hoseok has to use his entire body weight to slide open the glass doors. “Shit fucking doors. Do you think Yoongi carries WD-40?”

“Probably. Tell him it’s his welcoming gift for you.”

He snorts. “I’d feel guilty. He already did a lot, building the bed with me.”

You follow him to where he leans on the railing. His unit faces west. Perfect for this time of year, when the sunsets are longer. It bleeds low behind the fading bricks of the faraway houses, the inner city high-rises, and if you angled yourself correctly it’s almost as if they lean on the sun itself. 

“This is the real reason why I chose this place,” Hoseok says. “Saw this sunset and knew.”

“I didn’t know you were so sappy.” You scrunch your face like you’ve been fed something sour. He laughs. 

“How else do you think I get all the hot ladies?” He teases. You stop at that. It suddenly occurs to you that Hoseok is a man who’s lived a million lives just as you have, and just as nothing stopped you from trying to date around (re: hot pharmacy man), the same laws should apply to him, too. 

You aren’t hurt, but it does cut a little. And before you can stop yourself, you ask: “Are any hot ladies coming over anytime soon?”

He sounds like he chokes. “God no.”

“Oh.”

“I – it’s boring stuff. Just. No. Maybe there could have been, but no.”

In your heart of hearts, you believe he’s stuttering because he’s embarrassed. But a part of you wishes he’s trying to appease the part of you that’s bristling, like he knows it’s not information you want to hear. It’s almost like a puppy nipping at their owner for forgiveness, though why would he want to be apologizing?

(Unless.)

“Okay,” you say. You try not to think too hard. “Sorry. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Your top lip is sweaty. Every crease in your body is sweaty. You’re also very much aware that Hoseok is looking at you like he wants to say more, but he just hangs his head low. “Thanks. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You know.” He wipes his brow. “Anything, really. Plans for the summer. Hot men to woo. Or hot ladies, I don’t know.”

You watch the sun set lower. It’s cooler now, and the cicadas are humming loudly. “I… no. I’m not really… I don’t know.”

Good lord. You have the strangest feeling to cut open all your guts and let Hoseok see you for everything you are. He does it so easily, to you. This is the universal truth that’s defined your existence since he entered your life.

“Ugh. I’d offer you beer to cheers for being lonely but you’re driving.” He pouts. “Fuck. Sorry. I don’t want to keep you any longer than you want to stay.”

“I don’t mind.” And because you like to torture yourself, you add: “Not if it’s you.”

(You can almost hear your brother’s voice. You’re so easy. The you in your head gives him a sucker punch and says: Well maybe I like to be easy! The Boppa in your head also kicks him in the shin. You think she’d be cheering you on.)

Hoseok’s eyes widen. “Really.” It’s not a question but a reaction, and Mind-Boppa gives you a fist bump.

“Yeah. Or you can tell me if that was weird. Like. Really. You can.” You’re about to ramble more but Hoseok interrupts you.

“No!” He says this a little too loudly. You flinch. “Sorry. No. No. That wasn’t weird.”

For the umpteenth time today you almost burst into tears. It’s everything sweet and bad and hot pressing in on you, and is Hoseok smiling? He’s laughing. You’re about to spontaneously combust and he’s cackling like he’s cracked the code of something. You must look horrified, because he starts to flounder.

“I’m–sorry. I’m sorry. Please. I’m not laughing at you. I’m just gonna ask you something, and I want you to walk out on me and forget everything I’m about to say if you choose to. Does that sound good?”

You think: it’s hot when he takes initiative.

You say: nothing.

You: nod for him to continue.

“Can I please treat you to dinner for fixing my kitchen for me?”

Catholics say the universe was created in seven days. Hoseok bursts and collides five hundred of them with one question.

“Will you pay for me?” You ask.

“Yes.”

“Do I have to look pretty?”

“You’re always pretty to me,” he says.

“What if I say no?”

“Then I’ll pretend I never asked you and you can go woo another hot person. But I prefer you don’t.”

The sun has set. There’s pink in the sky, and there’s pink in your eyes. You wonder if your pupils have turned heart-shaped. 

“Then my answer is yes,” you decide.

.

.

.

When you sit in the driver’s seat, you think about Hoseok’s smile and what you’d do to keep it there. Then, you declare to your driving wheel, “I’m going to kill Yoongi,” then pull off into traffic.

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.

.

Hoseok closes the door behind him, and slides down with his back against the wood. “Yoongi’s going to kill me,” he says to himself.

[seokjinsonlyone]

hellouuu! so i’ve been trying to find something to read abt the boys (bts) but i can’t seem to find anything 🫠

can you recommend me some fanfics pls pls i want to get out of this slumpppp

hmmm lemme see 🤔

478 series by @jiminrings

true love by @lovieku

lover to lean on by @sketchguk

yeah i think that’s all i’ve read in the past couple months in terms of specific fics BUT i’ll link you to some lovely writers you can scope out!!

@ki-yomii @pantoneyoongi @soft4gguk @satnin-darling @girlygguk @kkaetnipjeon @ugh-yoongi @ubemango @alphabetboyluvr @hoseoksluna @daechwitatamic @hot-soop @kimnjss @chryblossomjjk @gukslut @inkedtae

not everyone listed is currently active but good reading all the same! hope that helps 🫶

[piedpiperslists]

hii im trying to find kinda angsty jungkook x oc with girl best friend drama. Do you have a list? thsnk you😚

Hi. I'm not sure if I understood you correctly but these fics here are with the girl best friend as the reader.

After Hours by bts-roses - drabble / angst, unrequited love Summary: Sometimes being best friends with Jungkook isn’t all that great Embers by bts-roses - one shot / wc~2.7k / angst, unrequited love Summary: Sometimes being best friends with Jungkook isn’t all that great, especially when he’s in love with someone else.

Year After Year (After Tear After Tear) by ubemango - one shot / wc~3.4k / angst, unrequited love, college au Summary: Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.

[13lov]

omg here are the first fics that come to mind when I think of twirling my hair, kicking my feet, and giggling

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bratkook - switch up!, 2.5, literally all of her work 😭🫶

sketchguk - the kids aren’t alright

noteguk- bad influence series

1kook - licherally all omg

jungblue - the devils change up

dollfaceksj - reminder

awrkive - cold nights & blurred lines

[yoongi]

yoon2k - swisher and buzzer beater

yoonpobs - back burner

kithtaehyung - 3tan series

[joon]

angelguk - bad behavior

ubemango - pups series

btssmutgalore - partners but on ao3 bc she deactivated her tumblr 🥹🥹

ANDDDDD

13lov - ALL WORKS HEHE 🤭🤭

omg. OMFG IM GONNA HAVE SO MUCH TO READ THIS WEEKEND YESSSS I LOVE U ANON THANK U GOR TAKING THE TIME OT GSTHER ALL TBIS 😭🩵🩵

[highvern]

some of my fav joon fics 🤓🤓

heart got teeth by ugh-yoongi

pups joon series by ubemango

passion fruit by joonbird

yearning by 94hixtape

what do y'all know about PUPS JOON BY UBEMANGO

[nashusglasses]

ella / 24 / anime + gaming content / ageless blogs get blocked!

kpop blog: ubemango / ao3: recitation / twt: nashusglasses

main interests: lads, ffxiv, hsr, jjk, persona 5

fic masterlist

hello :D

[angelguk]

oJo what are your fave size kink fics???

i kept this in my inbox for so long because i really wanted to answer it but unfortunately im not really sure if i’ve read that many size kink fics to give you a recommendation list :((( i passing this onto my lovely followers so if you all could drop size kink fics for anon and i to read i would appreciate it!

[h-g-bts]

Hyung Line Fic Recs.

These are not my fictions. All credit goes to the writers who have been mentioned. These are only recommendations.

Warning : All of these are 18+ content. Minors do not interact.

Please read the content warnings given by the authors before proceeding to read. 🤗 Some of these can be triggering or may make one uncomfy.

Tag system in place for easier navigation of m.lists after 3rd Feb '23 :-

#fics : added - fics added to m.lists recently

#fics : to read - fics on my to read list.

#soft hours - fics that are sfw

💫 favsss

Kim Namjoon

DRABBLES

Disturbance Disturbance Pt2 - (original - @blkjmn, but now by @hskrealm)

Submission - @noir0neko

Heat of the moment - @se0kie

Werewolf Namjoon Drabble - @bang-tan-bitches

Cute Little Brat - @nightowlfandom

To tame a fox - @jamaisjoons 💫

Repentance - @ppersonna

Restraint - Y!AU - @raggaraddy 💫

Perplexed - @hobiwonder 💫

Payback - @flwrprncss24

Lessons Learned - Y!AU - @raggaraddy

U Mad? - @mygsii

Adronitis - Y!AU - @99liners

D!Namjoon Headcanon - @adonis-koo

Punishment - @tayegi 💫

Hard, Harder, Hardest - @honeymoonjin 💫

pups series - @ubemango 💫

SERIES

Moon Child - @adonis-koo 💫

Kim Seok-Jin

DRABBLES

The IKEA Test - @yoon-bug 💫

Birthday Drabble 7 - @here2bbtstrash 💫

DDak-Ji Slap - @yoongsisbae

Sunday - @here2bbtstrash

SERIES

Min Yoongi

DRABBLES

Lesson Learned - @writingseoul 💫

Jealousy is Red 😪

Anger - @awake-not-today

House Rules (AO3) - @dark-muse-iris

Squirm - @guksthighs

Punishment - @joonie-beanie

SERIES

Jung Hosoek

DRABBLES

Feral - @lovesickjoon

Perplexed - @hobiwonder 💫

Cross - @hobiwonder 💫

Ready or Not Y!Au - @ughseoks

Hard, Harder, Hardest - @honeymoonjin 💫

SERIES

[mercurygguk]

i agree!! there’s something about jock/college au that’s just so different but in a good way uk?? been obsessed with e2l/jock/college tropes lately do you perhaps have any recs btw?

OOOO um my favorite college au fics are (in no specific order):

(some of these are not jock!jk but they’re all set in a college au)

— bad influence by @noteguk

— i heard a rumor by @taeshobipop

— how to get a guy (1 & 2) by @taeshobipop

— one morning stand by @rendaze

— microwave (mis)adventures by @bymoonchild

— play pretend @seokoloqy

— ego by @suga-kookiemonster

— chewie & choco boy by @hueseok

— stranded by @gguksgalaxy

— sex education 1 & 2 by @extravaguk

— hot boy bummer by @jungkxook

— skirt chasers by @1kook

— one time, in your room by @ubemango

— bitchin’ by @kinktae

[ubemango]

commission: far worse fates

note: thank you very much to @yeuj for..... well...... EVERYTHING :,)))!! Hope fake dating!Jin brings u joy ;_;

PAIRING. seokjin/reader GENRE. romance, fake dating!au RATED. M WORD COUNT. 7.9k WARNINGS. heavy duty mutual pining, emotionally-charged undressing, oral on a little desk, overstimulation, and O_O SUMMARY. Seokjin saves you, again and again.

hey look, the walls are caving in / you seem a little bit close to me / tick tock, the clock is slow today / i can't talk with you looking at my face...

hide n seek, cehryl

You can read it on my AO3! But read this drabble first for context ;)

[seokjinsonlyone]

just wondering if u had any fic recs or writing accounts on here that you really like ? i love the niche bf things series😭🫶🏾

first of all thank yoouuu 🥺🫶

second LOL GIRL I'M SHY ND U GOT ME @'ing PEOPLE had to work up the nerve to do this 💀 but there are some really great accounts up here including but not limited to: @demonhoseok @soraviii @yoongiphoria @gimmethatagustd @chryblossomjjk @yoon2k @soft4gguk @ugh-yoongi @here2bbtstrash @hamsterclaw @likeastarstar @miscelunaaa @xjoonchildx @ahundredtimesover @reliablemitten @sugar-petals @yeoldontknow @hesperantha @hansolmates @bonvoyagenoona @venusiangguk @kimnjss @candlewaxandp0lar0ids @bymoonchild @ubemango @boymeetsweevil @floralseokjin @inkedtae @fantasybangtan @gukslut

not every blog i mentioned is active but good reading all the same!!!

[piedpiperslists]

hi!! its my bday tmr, so do you have any bday fic recs with jk? it could be either jk or oc's bday, thanks again!!

Hi hi! This is not a lot of fics, but hopefully you enjoy these. Happy birthday and hope you have a great day!

Just note that those with angst don't have happy endings.

* s - contains smut

Reader's Birthday:

Afternoon Delight by joopiterjoon - one shot (s) / wc~4.4k / established relationship, PWP Summary: Your boyfriend has a surprise gift for you on your birthday beach trip.

Year After Year (After Tear After Tear) by ubemango - one shot / wc~3.4k / angst, unrequited love, college au Summary: Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.

Jungkook's Birthday:

10:46 PM by thekaykery - drabble (s) / established relationship, PWP

21 by here2bbtstrash - drabble / angst, exes au Summary: “I’m sorry I didn’t call. I feel really shitty about it.”

Early Riser by moni-logues - drabble (s) / established relationship, PWP Summary: It's JK's birthday and you want even his first waking moment to be a great one.

Sundae Best by cotccotc - drabble / established relationship Summary: A fancy restaurant is no match for your boyfriend’s appetite for dessert.

The Aftermath by koostarcandy - drabble / established relationship Summary: Post birthday celebrations are in order, the birthday boy thinks. Time for your head massages and a few rounds of his favourite game then!

Whatever You Want! by cheolhub - drabble (s) / established relationship, PWP Summary: Waking up next to you, breakfast in bed, a party with his friends— Jungkook swears his birthday can’t get any better, or can it?

"Big Tiddie Anime Bitches" by h0neypjm - one shot (s) / wc~3.5k / established relationship, PWP Summary: Jungkook, bless his heart, has an obsession. An obsession with big titty anime girls and the idea of you dressed as them. His birthday is coming up, what better time to fulfil his weeb fantasies than on Jungkook's special day. Alternatively... You hate the idea of dressing up as those stupid "big tiddie anime bitches" but your love for Jeon Jungkook is stronger. Besides Jungkook will have his turn next.

Happy Birthday Loser by jungk0oksthighs - one shot (s) / wc~8k / roommates au, PWP Summary: After three years of simping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration.

This one is not Jungkook x reader endgame, but I think this is the best birthday fic there is, and just overall one of the best fics on here.

The End. by jimlingss - one shot / wc~31k Summary: It’s been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. There’s six in total. They’re kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.

[hobidreams]

not sure if this has been asked before, but what are your favorite hobi and joon fics? they're my biases as well but it's hard to find fics </3

hi babe!!! please take a look thru my fic recs account! i have each member tagged 🌸

but some fics that come immediately to mind:

Piece by Piece by @underthejoon

Next Time by @lamourche

Just Practice by @lamourche

sunlit affair by @ubemango

the stand-in by @yoonia

satisfy by @suga-kookiemonster

The Rich Man's Crochet Club by @kpopfanfictrash

💞💞 happy reading!!

[nashusglasses]

i’m gna shit myself i read your gojo fic and felt the writing style was so familiar!! UR UBEMANGO!! I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL 🥹🤍

WAGHHHHHHHHHEHJEHRJF it's me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D thanks for reading! I'm doing great I hope ur doing well too :3c

[ficswithluv]

Hello hello it’s me again. For this week’s theme, I’d like to recommend:

“This Tiny Space” by Miss @ubemango!!!

Now, listen. You know how this fandom seems to collectively agree that Yoongi is the MOST HUSBAND out of all the 7 members? We always scream “YOONGI HUSBAND” because of this... aggressively domestic energy he exudes?

He’s capable. Trustworthy. Reliable. Dependable. In possession of endless knowledge of things that seem trivial, but VERY MUCH helpful in day-to-day life. An AMAZING cook. Good with his hands *winks* (no, but really. He’s pretty much the boys’ handyman around the house). Quick thinker. More than knows his stuff when it comes to architecture and interior design. Oh, also, he wants to be close to his future kids.

Oh, yeah. A husband, indeed.

Now. What if I tell you that miss @ubemango here created a UNIVERSE where THAT Min Yoongi, with ALL of those husbandly qualities, EXISTS AS A HAPPILY MARRIED SOFTWARE ENGINEER WITH AN AMAZINGLY ADORABLE 3-YEAR-OLD BABY NAMED MIN SOONBOK??

Oh. Yes, yes she did. Miss @ubemango DID that. And boy, did she DO that splendidly. Perfectly splendid.

Combine that concept of Yoongi with her superb writing. Good lord, we have a LITERAL goldmine here.

Let me break it down to you to further prove my point:

1). Masterful storytelling. Here’s an example from a scene where OC (a.k.a reader, a.k.a Yoongi’s wife) gives Soonbok, their baby girl, a bath.

She does so without a word, grabbing the floating toys and placing them inside the plastic container. Thanking her softly, you give her a final rinse before draining the tub and toweling her off. She hates this part the most—it gets too cold too fast, and she’d gained the habit of running off naked into Yoongi’s arms when she was 2-years-old, prompting an especially exhausting goose chase around the room to get her into her clothes—so you dry her off as fast as you can, Soonbok’s tiny body shivering already, chanting: “Go, go, go!”

It’s not long before she’s in her pyjamas and bounding off to her daddy as you dry off the floor. It’s not nearly as wet as you’d anticipated, pride blooming in your chest as you think wistfully about how much older your daughter is getting: she didn’t even need to “clean up, clean up” the puddles on the tiles.

Now you tell me. If all of that diction or exposition or whatever is called is not impressive, then I don’t know what is.

2). WITTY, HUMOROUS, REALISTIC AND NATURAL-SOUNDING DIALOGUE. I must say, this is probably Miss @ubemango’s strongest quality. Her dialogue is TOP-NOTCH. Here’s an example (taken from a scene where Yoongi and his wife are out on a date):

Yoongi’s glaring. “Stop.”

“I don’t like the peas.”

“So that automatically means I like them?”

“No because you vowed that you would do anything for me and quite frankly eating my peas is a lot more tame than–you know. In sickness and in health, all that.” You flick another one of the mushy boogers into his Alfredo sauce with an ignorance Yoongi doesn’t hide his disdain for.

“Are you drunk?”

Your teeth are probably stained red at this point. You smile like you hope they are. “Perhaps.”

“You had a glass,” Yoongi says with disbelief.

“Well you were in the washroom longer than you thought you were, my genius.”

“Remind me not to shit at the Cheesecake Factory then.”

NOW I DONT KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT THAT LEGIT SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING YOU’D HEAR IN REAL LIFE. OR BETTER YET, A GENUINELY HILARIOUS COMEDIC TV SHOW. STILTED DIALOGUE WHO? MISS @ubemango SURE DOESNT KNOW THEM!

3). Nasty smut that pulls at your heartstrings. Example (taken from a scene where Yoongi “celebrates” his birthday with his wife *winks*)

It’s quick, like a flash of something sweet and you’re panting and sweating where Yoongi’s body meets yours. He still hasn’t pulled out. “Think this might be number two?”

You freeze. “You–really?”

You know he doesn’t want you to see but you feel him grin. “Yeah.”

And talks about trying again weren’t uncommon but they definitely weren’t put into action intentionally. You thought he was gonna come down your throat this morning. You’re trying not to cry. “T-Then–yeah–yeah, I hope so.” Yoongi turns your chin with a soiled finger. “Happy birthday.”

Now he’s beaming. “You make me the man I am today.”

And now you’re really crying. But he takes it in stride with a laugh and a tear of his, too.

Not gonna lie to you, the first time I read that scene I went from all ~sweaty~ to tearing up in nanoseconds. Yoongi’s THAT in love with his wife, and miss @ubemango delivered that emotion perfectly. Which brings me to my next point:

4). “SHOW, NOT TELL”. Lord, do I LOVE how miss @ubemango’s writing is the literal embodiment of that phrase. Example (taken from a scene where Yoongi tries His Absolute Best to make Soonbok finish her dinner):

“I know it looks gross but I really need you to eat this.”

Soonbok lifts her nose up. “No daddy.”

“But it tastes so good.” As good as steamed broccoli can get, and this far into dinner means it’s cold and extra unappetizing in Soonbok’s judgmental radar. Yoongi doesn’t look stressed but you think he’d rather pull his teeth. “Look, daddy will eat some. See?”

Even with his dramatic munching Soonbok looks unamused. “No!”

“Baby.”

“No daddy. No! I ‘on’t want it.”

You can’t tell me you didn’t feel joy from reading that.

5). BABY EXPERT. You love kids? Or, you love reading about kids? Then you’re going to LOVE This Tiny Space. Why, you ask? Because Miss @ubemango is somewhat of an expert when it comes to depicting babies/toddlers. Example (taken from a scene where baby Soonbok takes her first steps)

Soonbok’s not standing yet but she’s getting there. There’s spit running down her chin. Intervening with the bib might take her out of the determination that’s gotten through in her little body, though. You feel Yoongi freeze when she straightens up. “Mmmmmm!”

“Oh my god,” Yoongi says. “Do you think–”

Lala’s probably watching too. Soonbok bounces a little bit, squealing till she’s forced to take a step because she moved too hard to maintain what little balance her knees have. The stroller squeaks with the next step. You sit up with beckoning hands. “Can you come here, babes?”

She swerves hard at your call. Invigorated the way she gets when mommy and daddy are paying attention, and she giggles into a fall before getting up just as quick. She’s still trembling but she takes faster steps now. Yoongi snorts. “Look at her legs.”

You know. It’s waddling at best, and the uneven beat of her chunky legs is so cute you coo. “Oh my baby is walking. Come here!”

Honestly, this story was what incited my baby fever. Why can’t I marry this Yoongi and give birth to this particular baby? I hate my life.

Alright, so, that was getting WAY too long so I’m just going to end it right here. Nobody is going to read this unnecessarily long essay because it’s supposed to be a recommendation, but oh well. If I can convince even 1 person to give this universe a read, then my work here is done.

Also, PLEASE NOTE that Miss @ubemango gets A LOT of asks/headcanons about this universe on her blog, so be sure to check them out as well!!! She’s also written quite a lot of drabbles from this universe that she has yet to include in her masterlist, so be sure to check them out as well because I believe she at least has them tagged!!

TRUST ME WHEN I SAY YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS UNIVERSE. THE MIN FAMILY OF THIS UNIVERSE. GO CHECK OUT THEIR SHENANIGANS!!!!

Hi! Thank you for the rec, we’ll add it to our masterlist!

-Admin Bee

[1kook]

hi miss yami 🌸 I’m still pretty new here so I don’t know a lot of writers yet. are there any writers you really like? have a nice day 🌸🌼

hmmmm I haven’t read many fics lately, but here are some people whose stories I have enjoyed in the past <3

@ubemango @fortunexkookie @gukslut @kimnjss @jeonsweetpea @yeojaa @bratkook @underthejoon @mercurygguk @3jk @jjkfire @hansolmates @rmnamjoons @jimlingss @velocitae @readyplayerhobi @yslkook @joopiterjoon @lamourche @ironicarmy @bloomsuga @angelguk @kpopfanfictrash @ddaenggtan @floralseokjin @lurejoon @suga-kookiemonster @jungkxook @joonsgalore @gimmeyoon