I Think I Died Idk

I think I died idk

saccharine | drabble

pairing: hoseok x reader; brother’s best friend!au | (literally) tooth-rotting fluff word count: 1.4k warning(s): none

A rustle.

“My brother’s not home, you know,” You hardly bother with so much of a glance at the front door; you were no stranger to having Yoongi’s friends over even at the oddest hours—Yoongi was a softie like that.

And you were definitely no stranger to the shuffling that was Jung Hoseok valiantly attempting to make his entrance discreet (but you’re smiling anyway).

“I know,” Hoseok calls from the hallway after having shamelessly let himself in (Yoongi distributes the passcode to your shared apartment almost as if he was giving out free samples outside Taco Bell), “But help a guy out, it’s V-day and I don’t wanna lament my singlehood alone.”

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the curveball caught by us

soulmate au HOSEOK / J-HOPE, FEATURING YOONGI / SUGA | BTS 5,678 words | ROMANCE/DRAMA/ANGST  warnings for language, mentions of sex (named OC)

based off of the premise of the movie TiMER (2009), or at least the world in that movie. I wasn’t going to write this but @xhixtape made me want to flesh out my idea. I never write angst, I hope this is enjoyable.

Hoseok wakes to a beeping, checking his phone through groggy, fuzzy eyes, before he remembers the little piece of metal in his right wrist, embedded into his skin a little over a year and a half ago. As soon as the small device turned on, implanted at the age of twenty-six, it began counting down the years, months, days, hours, seconds until midnight of the day he’d meet his soulmate.

He grins and lays back down, trying to calm himself, knowing the timer will beep again when he locks eyes with them, whoever they are. Despite his nerves and excitement, he manages to fall back asleep and dreams of some stranger, beautiful and lovely.

Hoseok sweats in his uniform, the humidity of Seoul in the summer pressing down on him as he writes out parking tickets–he’d been lucky to get simple work for his military service, but the monotony bores him, and he misses his team members more often than not. Yoongi works over in Daegu as a desk worker in a police station, and having his closest friend the farthest from him takes its toll on him.

He smiles through it, despite it, assured in his mind he’ll be reunited with all six boys, and Yoongi will finish his service at the start of the next year, and Hoseok will finish only a month later. And, another reason to smile–he’ll meet them soon, his soulmate, the one he’ll grow old with, and Hoseok could only ever be honest about his desire to find love, buying into the Timer before Bangtan had even gone on hiatus for conscription. He’d been the first of the group to get the device, and the last to meet his soulmate out of the first four that got one.

But here it is. The day he’ll meet her. Or him, or they, whoever.

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City Lights

hoseok | bts » 1033 words » fluff

»  this is a repost from my old blog @seokvie

You didn’t think it was possible to become angrier at your best friend for dragging you along with her on what she promises is a fun Friday night. When her idea of fun includes an obnoxiously loud, cramped party in an unfamiliar neighborhood with too many drunken guys groping you, you have a hard time believing her promise. The rage bubbles inside of you once you find out she’s ditched you to run off with one of the jocks from the football team, leaving you at a party with no other familiar face in sight other than the few students you have spotted around campus before as you push your way through the crowd to make your exit.

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roses

↳ part of the to the edge of winter collab with @taexyla

prompt: pretend boyfriend/girlfriend for a family christmas party.

pairing: hoseok | reader

genre: fluff / slight mention of sex ; friends with benefits au

word count: 2, 602

summary: apparently, hoseok likes holding your hand and holding you close, way more than he actually should.

author’s note: @agustley thanks for letting me use your name :’)

There are, as of now, only two things that bother you: late pizza deliveries and alarms that just don’t shut the fuck up. 

The loud and obnoxious sound of the devil, also known as an alarm, and the sun’s bright rays, force your eyes open at approximately six minutes pass 7 AM in the morning. You let out a deep breath that says ‘Wow. You made it through the night. Congratulations!’ and look around to take in your surroundings.

Firstly, this is not your bedroom. Secondly, there’s a sleeping body beside yours, who’s letting out the softest of snores.

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to the beat of my heart (m)

▽ Pairing: Hoseok x Reader ▽ Genre: dancer!AU, smut ▽ Summary:  When you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you. ▽ Word Count: 7.298 

▽ WARNINGS: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, dirty talk, swearing, hair pulling, fingering, fisting, oral sex, rough sex, mirror sex, multiple orgasms.

▽ Author’s note: Well, well, well. This is my very small gift to @jjinniebaegopa - happy birthday, luv! I know you probably forgot by now that dream you shared in the gc and the fact that I said I was going to write you a fic off of it but… I didn’t! So here we go! I hope you have a blast today and that you’ll like this small piece ♥

The room is partially illuminated by little white lights hanging from the black painted walls that serve the purpose of creating a nice atmosphere for getting lost inside the music. You stand right there, in the center of the dance floor, lids half-closed and head tilted back with sweat dripping down your tired body whilst the deep bass of the music fills the room.

The song is slow and insinuates itself in your mind, awakening your body as if you were a kid and the record the pied piper luring you in. Your muscles start to move to the rhythm, following each beat in a routine that is now embedded in your very core as if you had been born just to dance it.

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Run Little Rabbit

; Wolf Shifter!Hoseok x Rabbit Shifter!Reader

; Genre: Smut, a little angst, a little fluff

; Word Count: 15.3k

; Warnings: Dom!Hobi, Sub!Reader, degrading talk, dirty talk, overstimulation, forced orgasms, impregnation kink, creampie, cumplay, knotting, possessive talk/behaviour, biting, rough sex, spanking, squirting, everything is consensual!

; Synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?

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College is like a continuous circle of stress, tiredness, joy at getting a good grade before falling back into stress. It’s been like this for four years, and you’re beyond glad that this is your final year before you can finally be free of the confines of a classroom.

Your parents had already been querying whether you might want to continue on and do a master’s degree, considering your single history degree to not be good enough to get a good job. Which was ridiculous, because even though you weren’t sure what job you wanted - you were sure that history was the one subject that you hated the least out of everything.

So no, you would not be subjecting yourself to a further year of of stress and unhappiness. Particularly as you’d have even less chances to fail than you did in your four years of college until now. You and college hadn’t co-operated very well on the education front, so you really weren’t inclined to put yourself through even more. Probably the only saving grace of your college life had been your friends.

Coming from a small town like you had, you had never interacted with any predator shifters as they simply hadn’t existed in your town. Your town had consisted of the more fearful prey shifters and humans with the majority being either deer or rabbit shifters. Which was fine when you needed pleasant neighbours, but not so much for actually growing into a well rounded person.

As such, you’d grown up practically afraid of your own shadow and it had only been when you’d entered high school in the next town over that you’d finally been introduced to predators. Even so, they had only been dog and cat shifters. Back then it had been a point of pride that you’d got used to the dominance battles they had all the time, but entering college had been a shock to your system.

It had taken some serious convincing with your parents to let you attend the state college instead of the local community college in the city closest to you. You’d desperately wanted to experience the world outside of your insulated community, and the real world involved apex predators. If you couldn’t handle living and studying with them, then you could kiss goodbye to a job working with them.

Which of course meant you’d spent the first two months in college firmly inside your room, terrified to leave as you’d had a tiger shifter to your right and a wolf shifter to your left. It had only been a month after this that the wolf shifter, Jisoo, had dragged you out finally to try and convince you that she didn’t want to eat you.

Slowly becoming friends with her had meant becoming friends with her pack, who she had moved in with in her second year. You’d stayed in dorms for the whole four years, unable to find another prey shifter who was willing to live with you and unable to live with predators.

But her friends had proven to be nice and respectful, being careful to not play too rough or engage in too many dominance battles that would have you running away. If you’d told yourself five years ago that your best friends would be wolf shifters, you’d have laughed all the way home. Yet here you were, wedged between Jisoo, a black wolf, and your other best friend Jimin, a silver wolf.

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