Moving Too Fast(?)

Moving Too Fast(?)

Genre- Angst?

Requested- No

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Warning- Swearing, Mentions of Cheating

Should I post a part 2?

Pairing- POC!Reader x Jung Hoseok

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Hoseok sat in the living room of the apartment him and (Y/N) shared while him and Jungkook played NBA on the game. They began talking about Hoseok relationship with (Y/N). "How's you and (Y/N)?" Jungkook asked the older male while they continued to pick out the teams they eanted to play as. Hoseok glanced over at the younger male while running a hand through his hair. "To be honest man, (Y/N) they- they  ight but, lately i haven’t been satisfied you know?" Jungkook shook his head. Which encouraged Hoseok to continue. (Y/N) ended up coming home early not expecting Hoseok to be home but she closed the front door lightly as she heard the two male voices echo throughout the apartment. She stood up against the wall to listen to what they were talking about. Hoseok continued his talking. "Recently, I have been texting ex, we plan on meeting up later tonight-" before he could even finish that sentence (Y/N) made herself known by opening and closing the apartment door loudly while taking off her shoes. She began to walk into the living to greet them, she plastered on a fake smile "Hi Hobi, Hello Jungkook." She nods towards the males before heading towards the room but she heard Jungkook mutter underneath his breath. "I don’t know man, you already have a beautiful melanin queen in your life why would you want to lose her?" Jungkook shook his head before heading out of the house deciding to end their game night earlier than expected. (Y/N) shook her head as she sat down on the bed. Her usual quiet and professional composure slowly slipping away from her. She heard her bedroom door open as she looks up at the tall male figure infront of her. "How, how could you?" She asked with her eyebrows furrowed. Hoseok tilts his head towards the side in fake confusion."How could I what?"  (Y/N) couldnt help but shake her head and scoff while crossing her arms over her chest. "Hoseok, don't act stupid with me, I heard what you said to Jungkook about wanting to basically get back together with your ex, because I supposedly don't 'satisfy' you enough." (Y/N) stood up abruptly as she began to go towards her side of the closet. Hoseok grabs her wrists. "Let me go" she states. "No, not until we talk this out (Y/N)". She lets out a sarcastic laugh while she rolled her eyes snatching her arm away from him. "Hoseok there is nothing to talk about, if you want to be dead ass." Hoseok looks at (Y/N) stunned. She never really cursed about him or anybody they both hung out with. She was usually quiet and gentle. "Think about it Hoseok, if the shoe was on the other foot you would not like it at all. Then you have the nerves the fucking audacity to compare me to your fucking ex? Your ex? The same one that cheated on you? The same one that used you for money? The same fucking on that spread out all those horrible lies on you? You really got some fucking nerves Jung Hoseok." She began to sit down to pack his items into the suit case before pushing it over towards him. "Get your shit and leave me the fuck alone Hoseok. I never want to see your ass again. Don't text me. Don't call me. Don’t try to get your friends to contact me because we are through. We are done, finished." He opened his mouth to speak but she didn't want to hear it she pointed towards the door and watched him leave hearing the entrance shut. (Y/N) went to lock the door as she slid down the wall with her phone in hand. Dialing up the only person she wanted to speak to right. She held the phone close to her face as the phone rang until the person answered the phone. "Mommy." (Y/N) stated in a soft voice as a few tears started to roll down her face. "You were right. He- He really wasn't over his ex. I rushed into things too fast. Can I- can I come home please? For a few days." She asked. "Baby girl you know, your always welcome home. I'll have your room ready for when you arrive." (Y/N) smiled softly to herself as she stood up. "I love you ma." She says into the phone. "I love you too baby." As the line went dead (Y/N) went to buy the next plan ticket to her hometown which was scheduled for 10:30 pm. She began to pack her a bag for a few days taking one last look back into the apartment she use to call home.

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Angst

Requested- No

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Pairing POC!Reader ×NamJoon

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"What did I do wrong? Did I not love you enough?“ (Y/N) sobs, looking down at her stomach as tears stream down her face. She had gone to the doctor today for her monthly ultrasound, and it turns out that her baby had died. (Y/N)’s perfect little boy was gone, and it was all her fault. Her heart fell into her  stomach and she wanted nothing more than to die.

The drive home was horrible, she cried so hard she had to pull over every now and then. Her fiancé NamJoon hadn't come home from practice yet, and what she was really dreading was telling him that his perfect little angel was dead all because of her. (Y/N)s breaths were short and loud, her body shaking. Her fingertips tugged ruffly at her hair in frustration. "Did you not like the room we painted for you? Am I a bad mommy?” (Y/N) kept asking questions towards her non-existant baby like it will answer back, and each moment of silence reminds her that she’ll never hear his voice. She’ll never see him, or hold him in her arms.. "(Y/N)?Are you in here?” NamJoon calls, and when she didn’t reply he lightly pushes open the door to see her, eyes swollen andher usually neat afro a mess, and he rushes over to comfort her. His eyes flicker to her stomach, and then it registers. "Baby, what's wrong?.” He whispers, aand thats when (Y/N) loose it as soon as the first word slipped past his lips. She couldn't hols it in any longer. The sobs she lets out shakes her body. Namjoon tears start to well up in his own eyes. "I-" she took a deep breath. "I lost the baby Namjoon... I lost him.. Its my fault.... Its all my fault." his walls broke down as he cried silently "Shhh, its not your fault.. It just wasnt our time to have a baby yet." His tears mixes with her tears soaked through her shirt as well. NamJoon and (Y/N) spent the rest of the day just holding each other. “We’ll try for another. We’ll get our little angel somehow, don’t you worry.” (Y/N) couldn’t help but shake her head . The next weeks (Y/N) stayed cooped up in the baby’s nursery. She sat close to the crib with her head pressed firmly against the bars. Ever since it happened a day hasn’t gone by without her crying. She felt numb to the world  It’s like she’s been walking around in a haze, not knowing what to do with her .  She’s in the kitchen, mechanically preparing dinner, trying her best not to lose composure for the hundredth time today.  So lost in her own sullen state, she didnt’t hear NamJoon approach her. She was in a daze as she washed the dishes before she felt arms wrap around her waist from behind. "Baby, we can't stay like this forever it would be best if we move on." (Y/N) knew that she had too. She took a deep breath before turning around to face her fiancé. She held him close. The next few months been rough for her. She trued her best as as the months moved on she started to become her regulat self. Her and Namjoon packed up the baby nursery as she thought back to the memories with a fond smile.

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