Heart 2 Heart // Jhs

Heart 2 Heart // jhs

pairing: Hoseok x reader

genre: fluff, drabble, College!bts AU

word count: 1.3k

summary: Your TA is kinda hot and you have a cold

note: I just wanted to write some fun Hoseok fluff…I miss him :333 Have a great week everyone, ily ! -dubu

You hugged your sweater closer to your shivering body as you made your way into the room. Your music blasting through your headphones distracting you from the pneumatic symptoms you were experiencing.

It’s your last class before you can finally go home for the day. The semester wrapping up in the blink of an eye. You walk to your usual spot in the room. Taking a seat in the chair closest to the door.

You were exhausted, you attended 2 classes prior to this one, and barely had time for a lunch break. You regretted even coming today. Hearing your friends’ mocking voice in your head.

“Y/N? Y/N!” You felt someone tap your shoulder. Removing your headphones in annoyance.

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice asked. You turned and locked eyes with Taehyung, your classmate and long time friend.

“Do I look okay, Tae?” You asked sarcastically, sniffling in response to his question. He lightly shook his head, taking the only seat next to you.

“Well, maybe you should have stayed home like I said last night,” he quipped with a cocked brow. A nagging expression sewn to his face.

“I need to turn in this paper. I worked too hard to wait until next week, Taehyung.” You confessed hesitantly, trying to sound normal.

“Yeah right,” he said pulling out a messy blue binder.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You asked defensively. He shrugged in response, pulling out his essay.

“Oh look there goes your actual reason for showing up,” Taehyung said motioning towards someone walking through the double doors.

You tried to glance discreetly, a blush creeping on your cheeks as you stared at the bubbly man. The cream oversized button down he wore looked spiffing on him.

“Shut up,” you said kicking Taehyung under the table. He stifled a laugh, handing his paper to you so you could look over it.

“Good afternoon, everyone!” Hoseok said cheerfully, walking around the large brown desk to lean on it. He was met with a few unenthusiastic hello’s and a grunt from Taehyung.

“Well, Professor Kim won’t be able to make it today. So I’ll be taking up your essays and checking them.” He announced carefully.

“Thank you for working hard this year.” He said looking around with a smile.

His eyes momentarily pausing on you a few seconds too long. You bit your lip in response, praying you didn’t look like a yearning fool.

“I’ll be around to collect them in 10 minutes. Take your time settling in,” he said sweetly, clasping his hands together punctuating his words.

“Here, read over mine then,” you said passing Taehyung your essay from your Miffy folder. He nodded absentmindedly, placing an earbud into one ear.

You peered over at Hoseok, unknowingly locking eyes with him. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking away in embarrassment. He smiled at your actions, chuckling to himself.

Shortly after your revision, Hoseok began walking around to collect everyone’s assignment. He mingled his way from table to table.

Leaving a trail of warmth and kindness behind, he ended his rounds with you and Taehyung.

“Here, I can’t promise what’s on there.” Taehyung said pertly, giving Hoseok a gummy smile.

“And yours?” Hoseok asked gently, reaching for your paper. He smiled down at you in delight, loving the way your eyes didn’t stray from him. You handed him your work shyly, coughing a little.

Taehyung smirked at the interaction before him. Flipping through his binder as if he weren’t paying attention.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Hoseok said removing the paper from your hand. You nodded, too nervous to speak.

You felt Taehyung lightly kick your foot under the table, urging you to converse. The air seems to hold its breath, mirroring unspoken words between you.

With visible hesitation, Hoseok takes a step back, holding out on his true intentions. His retreating steps carrying him back to his desk.

Taehyung turned and looked at you in amusement. You shook your head at him, daring him to speak. He raised his hands in surrender, letting one last rebuttal slip past his lips.

“You’ll never get anywhere with that attitude, Y/N.”

You woke up the next day with an earthquake of a headache. Your stuffy nose plugging all hopes of comfortability.

You hastily let Taehyung know that leaving bed won’t be possible today. He responds quickly, assuring you that your rest is most important.

“Your boyfriend might miss you,” he texts teasingly, “I’ll be over after class.” You roll your eyes at his first message, trying to push away the thoughts of Hoseok. Rolling over for a well needed nap, you turned off your phone.

Taehyung placed his bag in your seat next to him. Claiming the spot as if you were just arriving late. He scrolled through his phone, not noticing the shadow in front of him.

“Hey, Taehyung?” Hoseok said lowly.

“Hmm?” Taehyung hummed, eyes still glued to his phone screen.

“Will Y/N be here today? I’m just wonderin-“ Hoseok questioned before he was cut off.

“She’s out sick, but she’ll be here Monday. Don’t worry.” Taehyung reassured the concerned man, unmoving eyes glinting with mischief.

The following 3 days go by in whirlwind. Monday afternoon resting in the palm of your waiting hand. You were the first to arrive in class, taking your corner chair unconsciously.

You spent majority of your last class sneakily glancing at Hoseok. Juggling thoughts of courting or cowardice. Professor Kim’s words drowning in a sea of disregard.

Before you know it, he bids everyone a good day and upcoming break. Congratulating you all for completing his class successfully.

Hoseok quips in with an amiable farewell, thanking everyone for welcoming his assistance with open arms.

Students filed out of the room gradually, muttering amongst themselves about arbitrary events. You trailed behind Taehyung, zoning in and out of your discussion about lunch.

He probed you for an answer, stomach growling on cue. You pulled your eyes from the floor, telling him to walk faster.

“Hey! Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Hoseok asked, grabbing your arm before you could cross the threshold.

“Oh, sure.” You said skin warming at his touch. You told Taehyung you’d meet him at his place later and suddenly you were alone in the lecture room.

You both walked over to the professors desk, setting your bag on top. Hoseok took a few deep breaths before pulling a small gift bag from his backpack.

“I got you something, Y/N. You’ve worked really hard this year and I wanted to reward you.” He confessed timidly, handing you the purple gift bag.

Your smile lit up in an instant, feeling mounds of gratitude for the hard work you’ve put in this year.

“I was going to give it to you Friday, but I thought today seemed perfect.” He began bashfully, “Our last class, but hopefully not my last time with you.”

You bit your lip nervously, your heart pounding at his every word. His hair falling perfectly on his forehead, cheeks glimmering in the dim lighting.

“Thank you Hoseok, you really didn’t have to do this.” You said opening the bag politely in front of him. You couldn’t contain the squeal of delight that escaped your pouty lips.

“Oh my gosh! A Miffy plush, I love it.” You said excitedly hugging the slender man. His hands automatically found their way to your lower back, hugging you instantaneously.

You pulled apart in embarrassment, not meaning to be overly affectionate. Hoseok’s expression changing to that of disappointment when you pulled away.

“I noticed how fond of Miffy you are.” He said coyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I might have gotten myself a little keychain too.”

He reached around his bag, showing off the keychain that looked exactly like your gift. Your cheeks grew hot and a small smile graced your lips.

“Are you saying you want to see me again, Hoseok?” You asked playfully, cocking your head to the side at him. He let out a cute laugh, looking around in amusement.

“Yes that’s exactly what I’m saying, beautiful.”

Virgo’s Groove // knj (preview)

pairing: dom!namjoon x fem!reader

genre: hard smut, drabble

warnings: you’ll see when it comes out 🕴🏾

note: I miss my man so last post of the year! Thank you all so much for supporting me and my writing I pray you have an abundant and peaceful new year! anyways enjoy lovelies. -dubu♡

You turned over in your bed annoyed that you were spending this Sunday night alone. You let out a frustrated huff, slapping your weighted comforter like it was the reason for your conundrum. You missed your fiancé.

Namjoon was out with his friends for a boy’s night and you were lonely to say the least. You tried doing skincare, watching a movie, and maybe even masturbating once or twice.

Nothing satisfied you, you threw your toy back in the drawer, thinking of what Joonie could be doing to you. His fingers trailing down your body, his pillow soft lips kissing your weakest spots, and the way he’d whisper the nastiest words in your ear.

Ugh, I’m gonna text him. You thought out loud, grabbing your phone from his side of the bed. You turned over to lay on your stomach, tapping his icon in your messages.

I miss you Joonie. Your heart palpitated at your first attempt of persuasion, following your message with a handful of hearts. The bubble message popping up immediately showing he was typing.

What’s wrong baby? He sat his drink on the bar, tapping his ring covered finger to the rhythm of the blues song playing in the background. His friends were laughing loudly, clearly inebriated in the laid-back space.

You placed the phone in front of you, snapping a close range selfie that intentionally showed your low cut top in frame. Just need you home Daddy, you captioned the photo sending it quickly. You needed to get him home, the feeling between your legs wasn’t going to dissipate.

His eyes widened slightly at your message, smirking at his phone in delight. He looked over his shoulder at a table near the window, eyeing his group of buzzing degenerates. His phone began to vibrate in his hand, your face and name covering his screen.

“Princess?” He answered deeply, clearing his throat of the desperation that lingered in the shadows.

“Baby come over…” you whined charmingly, laying your head on the cold comforter. Listening to his breathing through the phone you patiently waited for an answer, smiling when you heard shuffling and the distance sound of goodbyes.

“On my way.”

Brooklyn Baby // Pedro Pascal

Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me

pairing: dom!pedro x fem!reader

genre: small drabble, unedited

word count: 444

warnings: fluff, kissing, teasing, lil age gap

note: PLZ ik this is a kpop oriented acc, but I want to write about what comes to mind and rn what comes to mind is HIM. God forbid a woman have hobbies, lol maybe I should stop re-watching Narcos🕴🏾- dubu♡

“I am going to eat your soul, and shit it out LESNICKI,” the TV screamed loudly, your eyes widening in delight as you watched your favorite movie for the millionth time.

You were getting ready for a night out with your boyfriend, and the only thing comforting enough to fill the silence of your apartment was the sound of a horror film. Your obsession with horror movies stemmed from an early age, but it’s one of the many quips Pedro loves about you.

You could talk for hours about your favorite movies, quoting lines like a most prestigious dork award was to be given after your efforts. He could send you tumbling over in laughter one minute, but have you writhing under him the next.

He used his talent to his advantage, what could he say? Someone as beautiful as you decided to give him a chance. While you were questioning your luck the entire first date.

You heard the door to your apartment open, jumping slightly when the TV simultaneously emitted a loud noise. “Y/N?” You heard his voice call you from the living room, heavy footsteps making their way deeper into your place.

“Almost ready!” You stood up from your vanity, pulling up the zipper on the black skirt you wore.

You ran to your bedroom door swinging it open in excitement. You were met with the familiar smell of his cologne, wrapping your arms around his towering frame.

“Hey sugar,” his lips stretched into a smile, leaning over to kiss you smoothly. He felt cold, the faint taste of mint and cigarettes still on his breath. You melted into the kiss, content and moving your arms to drape over his neck.

Mmm, you hummed against his lips remembering the lip gloss you just applied, sheepishly pulling away to stare at his glossy lips.

“Thanks I needed that,” he said sarcastically, wiping the lipgloss from his lips with a swipe of his thumb. Winking at you as a finale, you laughed at his expression.

“You look so handsome,” you said tugging at his suit jacket, loving the tight fitting black shirt on him. “You look like money, baby.” He kissed your hand sweetly, asking you to give him a spin. You happily complied.

“Come on we should get going,” he said grabbing your coat from the bed, watching as you bent over to put on your heels. Taking the opportunity he aggressively grabbed your ass , contemplating if you should leave after all.

“You’re right, we don’t want to miss drinks.” You insist turning around, smirking at him knowingly. He shoves his hands in his pocket, titling his head suddenly.

“Let’s not stay long.”

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