Hoseok X Reader And Theyre Roommates Who Realize They Have Feelings For Each Other?

hoseok x reader and they’re roommates who realize they have feelings for each other? 🤔

hows your day been!

this was asked yesterday but i missed it! i saw twice and they were so amazing besides the fact that someone spilled my drink (she felt bad and paid for it) and i sat next to some annoying ppl but besides ANY of that, met some really cool girls and they took me in because i went alone 😭 but yeah my day was amazing, thank you for asking <3, hbu?

important pls read !

hey everyone, i rlly hate to do this fr. i told myself this was the last thing i ever wanted to do but i have no other choice. i’m falling behind on rent that’s due the fifth of august and only have $200 out of $750. since my job has been cutting my hours drastically, i’ve been behind on rent and utilities for five months straight and only make $230 a week which isn’t nearly enough to cover all of my bills on top of caring for myself and saturn (my cat). i’ve been on the hunt for a new job and haven’t been able to find one yet. i fear that my landlord will evict me if i continue being late on my payments, and i cannot afford to lose my home. i’ve recently had a major surgery that took a toll out of my mental state, so for the past three months i’ve been extremely depressed and in the worst shape. it’s causing me to lose motivation to better my life but i am trying. if anyone is willing to help me i’d be EXTREMELY grateful. i have cashapp & kofi. anything would be helpful and if you can’t donate i’d appreciate if you’d boost this message. thank you. ♡

don’t have feelings for your annoying roommate who got hit by a car

pairings; non-idol! jung hoseok x poc! reader word count; 3.7k summary; what do you get when you have two idiots rooming together that have feelings for one another? enter ‘don’t have feelings for your annoying roommate who got hit by a car’ ratings; fluff, humor, angst(ish), smut themes, car accident, hoseok has trouble walking from said accident, idiots2lovers. NOT PROOF READ!

you’ve been living with hoseok for about three years but you’ve known him for longer. he met your brother in elementary school and you’ve had the displeasure of seeing his mug ever since. after graduating high school you wanted to move out of your parent’s home. the college you attended had dorms but were way out of price range, the small part time job wasn’t going to pay that off any time soon. your brother suggested you rooming with hoseok when he remembered that he was looking for someone to split the rent with after his roommate moved in with their partner.

“are you fucking mental?” was what you asked your brother when he brought up the offer.

you thought hoseok was one of the most annoying people to walk this planet. he’d tease you any chance he got, make fun of you, meddle in your business and would steal random items out of your room while you were still in high school because apparently he was implemented as the son your parents didn’t give birth to.

but… desperate times call for desperate measures and you wanted the full college experience and so you took the room in hoseok’s apartment and have been regretting that decision ever since.

“don’t come in my room, i’m having someone over tonight?”

hoseok glanced up from his phone, his brow quirked in amusement. “oh?”

“yes. ‘oh’. and i’m being serious too.” you made sure to make the sternness in your voice as clear as day.

hoseok had a habit of not minding his business and walking in your room at random hours of the day, sometimes without even knocking. you weren’t really worried this time however, because the prospect of him walking in were kinda slim. to simply put it, hoseok decided to get hit by a car almost two months ago. luckily, the injuries weren’t too grave but it was hard for him to walk at times. the first few weeks he couldn’t walk at all but now he was doing way better. you’ve also been taking care of him ever since. aside from his annoying personality you didn’t mind looking after him because no matter how bothersome hoseok could be, he was still someone you cared about and nursing him back to health was very important to you.

sometimes you even miss class to make sure he’s taking care of himself or assisting him in activities he can’t do on his own. seeing him struggle with basic activities did leave a hole in your heart and the hole grew even bigger seeing his hyperactive personality dim when he couldn’t do something.

“i promise i’d rather become one with this couch than use the bit of strength i have in my legs to interrupt your random fuck.”

you rolled your eyes before grabbing the remote off the coffee table in front of him and turning the tv off.

“what the fuck?! i made a bet with yoongi to see who could finish euphoria first and i’m not forking over fifty dollars.”

you throw the remote by his lap on the couch before placing your hands on your hips. “hobi, please be on your best behavior. this person is actually decent i’d rather you not fuck this up okay?”

it was hoseok’s turn to roll his eyes. he grabbed the remote from his side, turning the tv back on and clicking on the hbo max account the both of you shared. “like i said, cock blocking you is the last thing on my mind right now.”

“yeah and it better stay that way. are you gonna sleep in the living room? should i bring out your sheets and pillows?”

god you were hot when you went into nurse mode.

“nah, gonna make some ramyeon and call it a night.”

“okay, be careful.”

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after debating on a movie to watch, you and taehyung decided on the hangover 2. you guys were thirty minutes in, arm deep in popcorn and enjoying one another’s company.

taehyung was a really sweet guy, you two met a few weeks ago at a bar he was bartending. you were shit faced after celebrating soyeon’s birthday and stayed until closing time. after a bit of conversation and getting to know one another, he kept a watchful eye on the both of you for the rest of the night and made sure you and your friends safely got into your uber. it was when you got home you found that he snuck his number into your coat pocket and the two of you have been exchanging messages ever since.

taehyung wipes his hand clean of popcorn dust before asking “hey uh, where’s your bathroom?” to which you sit up and nod towards your door.

“down the hall on your left. do you want me to pause the movie?”

taehyung shakes his head, stretching his limbs. “nah you’re good.” once making his way out of your room he softly closes the door behind him.

your apartment was set up in the way of your living room and kitchen being connected. your door was facing the kitchen and located on taehyung’s right would be your hall with the bathroom on one side and hoseok’s on the other.

with this being said, taehyung immediately got a view of what was unfolding in the kitchen; hoseok trying to reach for what seems to be a bowl in one of the cabinets, his free arm clinging onto his crutch that was firmly planted on the tiled kitchen floor.

“need any help?”

taehyung’s soft tone startles hoseok but he doesn’t make it apparent. instead, he pauses to take a breath after what felt like more that thirty seconds of trying to retrieve the damn tupperware. he doesn’t spare taehyung a glance but instead shakes his head, eyes locked on the floor.

“i’m fine, thanks.”

hesitant to just take his word, taehyung presses further. “are you sure, it’s no problem if-”

this time the venom that hoseok tried to hide the first time, boils over into his next sentence. “i said i’m fine.”

this throws the moppy haired male off. taehyung didn’t know hoseok, quite frankly this was his first time even speaking to him. when taehyung arrived at your apartment he didn’t get a chance to greet your roommate because he was on the phone with someone. that and because you told him to not really pay him any mind. however, upon first glance, taehyung thought he was chill.. he looked like someone he’d have no problem hanging out with.. so why was he being snappy?

he gave hoseok a final look before disappearing down the hall. you continued watching your movie, unaware of the scene that just played out right outside your door, laughing at the shenanigans of the characters on your screen.

hoseok took a breath again before reaching for the bowl again. he pushed himself up on his tippy toe, his fingertips lightly reaching for the rim. just when he’s on the cusp of victory, in the blink of an eye, he’s falling to the floor, his crutch clattering at his side in the midst. before he can even register what happened his legs are suddenly induced in unbearable pain, so bad that he can’t even control the scream that erupts from his lips.

frightened by the sudden whaling coming from outside your room, you jump up from your spot and immediately pause the movie. you jumped to your feet and swing your door open, the first thing you notice is one of the cabinet doors open in the kitchen, peering over the island you catch a glimpse of hoseok on the floor, face buried in the crook of his forearm.

without a second thought you rush over to his side, kneeling down next to him. “what happened?!” you yell. you look over his body to check for any signs of bruises and that’s when you notice his crutch just a few feet away from him. “hobi..”

he’s sniffling in his arm, tears soaking the sleeve of his grey hoodie.

taehyung rushes out the bathroom, confusion written all over his face. “is everything alright?”

at the sound of taehyung’s voice, hoseok's head shoots up from the floor. he’s wearing a scowl as tears continue to roll down his rosy cheeks. “yes, everything is fucking fine.”

you and taehyung are immediately taken aback by this. “woah, hobi.. he just wants to make sure you’re okay. did you fall?”

taehyung stands frozen in his spot, again not expecting hoseok’s venomous tone. he awkwardly shifts his gaze around the apartment before shoving his hands into his pockets, not knowing what else to do. taehyung was aware of hoseok being in a accident and knew of his trouble with mobility in his legs at times; you had mentioned this to him when taehyung inquired about you living with someone else.

‘i think i’m gonna go’ taehyung mouths to you and you silently nod, looking back down at hoseok who has gone back to crying into his hoodie sleeve.

the severity of the situation dawns on you when you realize you’ve never once seen hoseok so distraught. sure when he was first in the hospital and when he first came back home he wasn’t in the best spirit but he still managed to crack a smile here and there. even when he felt down, it wasn’t too long before he was his annoying self again. but never once did hoseok shed a single tear, in front of you at least, the realization making your features soften.

the muffled music on the opposite side of your door failed to mute the sounds of your hiccups and sobs. you hated jennie and her stupidly beautiful face. you hated this party and most importantly you hated jongin for sucking jennie’s beautiful face right in front of you. no, you and jongin weren't together but you two were talking for close to a month and things were going well… or so you thought. after realizing you had just witnessed, you were suddenly running away with your dignity, dashing up the stairs and locking yourself away in your room.

yoongi watched everything unfold and searched your house for your brother, telling him what went down once he was able to get ahold of him. your doting brother stopped everything and made his way up to your room, rapping loudly at your door, trying to get you to show him your face. of course that didn’t work and while he got silence on the other side of the door, you were trying to conceal your sobs into your pillow.

the constant knocking and your brother’s voice soon fell on deaf ears and after hearing none of the two for a few minutes, you sat up quickly once the rapping started once again. you were annoyed now and you wanted to be left alone.

without even an ounce of care for your appearance, you got up from your bed, stomping your way to your door, swinging it open and ready to let it rip on your older brother but halting once you come face to face with the last person you even want to look at right now, hoseok. he wore a smug grin on his face, probably about to give you shit about what happened but his grin immediately was replaced with a thin line and his brows furrowed with what seemed to be worry.

“oh fucking perfect, listen i’m not in the mood right now to get made fun of-”

you become stiff. your whole being froze. in all the years you’ve known hoseok he’s never once said anything to you that wasn’t sarcastic nor has he done anything that wasn’t to pick on you. so him wrapping his arms around you, holding you oh so close to him, wasn’t on your bingo card for the night or ever for that matter.

you’re not sure what came over you but before you knew it, you were sobbing again and embracing him as tight as possible. you didn’t know why you felt so comfortable at that moment. he could’ve easily shoved you away at any moment and laughed in your face but that never happened. instead, he walked you back into your room, closing the door behind him with his foot.

you felt his long fingers trace circles on your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. the two of you stayed that way in the middle of your room for god knows how long. after a while he slowly pulled back to take a look at you, his facial features different from his normal, smug expression that you grew to be annoyed by. he looked concerned.

your mascara stained your puffy cheeks and under your eyes, there was a bit of snot creeping from your nose and in any other instance he’d make fun of you for it but he took his sweater paw and wiped it away instead.

you didn’t understand where this ‘caring’ nature came from and quite frankly it was quite odd that he wasn’t disgusted by the sight of you right now.

“truth be told, i was coming up here to make fun of you,”

and there it is, there’s the hoseok you’re accustomed to.

“but i didn’t know you actually cared that much for the guy.”

you rolled your eyes, stepping past him to take a tissue from the tissue box on your desk. you wiped away the black that stained your cheeks as well as the stray tears while looking into your vanity, your eyes shifted to the left to get a look at hoseok who was also watching you through the mirror.

“i know it’s so easy for me to forget that i’m an actual person and have fucking feelings but yes, i fucking cared about someone i was talking to for weeks, i’m so sorry it’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that someone would be interest in me.” you bite, discarding your tissue in the bin by your desk.

“god, y/n. i know i tease the shit about you but that doesn’t mean i don’t care about you.”

“oh you care about me now? is that why you make my life a living hell? is that why you think i’m so out of jongin’s lead that he’d even think to-”

“it was truth or dare,”

your facing him now, your anger is turned into confusion. what the hell does truth or dare has to do with anything.

“i dared jongin to kiss jennie.”

you’re seething at this point. you feel like grabbing the nearest heavy object and chucking it at him. “get the fuck out.”

hoseok takes a few steps towards you and now you’re shouting. “i swear to fuck. get the fuck out of my hoseok!”

“oh will you listen for a fucking second,” his voice over powers yours, making you flinch.

besides being a nuisance, hoseok was known for his calm, collected and nonchalant personality. he was never the loudest in the room but you could still feel his presence. you’ve never heard him raise his voice even when he and your brother would argue, sure they’d be boys and be loud as fuck if they were on the game but you’ve never heard hoseok yell as if he’s actually upset.

“i heard through mutual friends that you weren’t the only girl he was talking to,” his tone is quieter now. “there were others and he was sleeping with them as well. i wanted to tell you but i didn’t know how and i didn’t want to tell your brother because you know how he gets when it comes to you and the last thing he needs is ruining his chance at that scholarship. jongin ended up ending being kicked out but it took a bunch of his to keep him from pouncing on him. i’m really sorry y/n and if you want to kill me that’s fine but i couldn’t stand the fact that he was just using you like that and i knew you’d be close by and see him for who he really is.” you let him finish.

you take a breath, letting everything sink in and while you felt a bit salty that he dared him to kiss jennie, you found it in your heart not to be too upset with his reasoning.

“jung hoseok, you’re a dumbass, you know that right?”

“a dumbass that just saved your ass from heartbreak in the long run.”

…

before he was discharged from the hospital, you were advised to keep hoseok’s legs elevated as he slept and so you were preparing him for just that. his first day home, you had to buy a few pillows from walmart so he’d still have pillows to rest his head on and now you were fluffing those same pillows to put under his feet, hoseok silently watching you the entire time. that’s what it was for a while, silence.

you hadn’t said anything since taehyung left. you were able to help hoseok off the floor and sat him on the couch, wiping away his rosy, tear stained cheeks before making the ramyeon that he was originally supposed to make. he watched you do that in silence as well. his legs were still in pain but not as bad as they initially were when he fell and that was thanks to you giving him his pain meds that he oh so hated. you watched him carefully as he downed each tablet, making sure he wasn’t storing them under his tongue. as he ate, you cleaned up your room a bit, threw out your unfinished microwaved popcorn. you also shot taehyung a text. you apologized for hoseok’s weird behavior and for your date being interrupted. his was fast with his reply, reassuring you that everything was fine and that he wouldn’t mind picking up where you left off some other time.

“i’m sorry.” you hear behind you and you fluff the last pillow.

with a sigh you collect all of the pillows in your arms, placing them on the bed. “you’re fine, hobi. i’m just glad you’re okay.”

since taehyung left, hoseok’s been feeling nothing but guilt. taehyung seemed like a nice dude and didn’t deserve to be treated the way he was being treated. “i mean it, i also want taehyung to know i'm sorry for being rude to him, he seemed chill and i was being a asshole.”

another sigh escapes your lips. “i’ll be sure to tell him hobi but i’m not thinking about that right now. i just care about you being as comfortable as possible and if five pillows are too much for your feet. raise ‘em please.”

he silently obliges to your request and raises his legs with a bit of a struggle. you catch this and use one arm to keep them up while you use the other to stack the pillows under them. “i have one more apology.”

“hoseok-”

“i’m sorry for being a coward and not being open and honest with you. it’s just that we grew up together and i never really grew out of teasing you so it was really all i ever knew how to interact with you. i was more close with your brother but i still valued you and our friendship,”

your eyes were locked on him at this point, you were confused as to where this was going and you were convinced this had to be some effect from his medicine. “is this the benzos talking or?”

“just let me finish please…i never understood why i couldn’t leave you alone and towards the end of middle school i realized i actually might favor you more than your brother. i’d beg my parents to let me walk home with you guys and convince them too. i remember proposing the idea to my parents to let me spend the night on weekends and i remember being so ecstatic when they finally said yes. i was able to spend more time with you guys but most importantly, i got to see you more. i always tired to get you to play with me and your brother but you weren’t interested, you played on your own for the most part and i remember so badly all the times i’d want to stop playing with him and to play with you but just teased you for playing alone instead. when you finally became a freshman i was happy that we’d be going to the same school again. even though we were a grade above you, i still liked that we had some classes and lunch together. i was more drawn to you by then and i felt the need to hide you from the prying eyes of upperclassmen. before homecoming i wondered about who i was going to take and i had a few options but for some reason those options weren’t satisfactory.. till the thought of asking you popped up in my head but come to find out you weren't into those kind of things and was going to stay home. by then i’d realize two things. one, i was relieved that no one had the chance of even asking you and you actually going. two, i had feelings for you and ever since then its been up from there. i cared about my appearance around you, i’d always feel anxious just seeing you interact with anyone other than family and me and i was crushed when i found out you were talking to jongin on all people and sure i’ve had relationships with all these feelings but all my relationships weren’t fruitful because they weren’t with you. i’m really sorry for how i acted tonight, that was so uncalled for and i understand if you’re upset-”

“hoseok,”

“and i understand if you even want to move out-”

“hobi.”

“huh?”

“did that accident give you erectile dysfunction?”

“... who’s asking?”

your giggle flows through his ears as well as the sound of his blood thrumming from his confession that he’d been holding in for so long. he’s swallowing hard as he watches you drop his legs on the pillow then straddle his hips, using your dainty hands to push him off his elbows and into the bed.

“took you long enough to say it,”

he’s looking up at you bug eyed and breathless, his eyes flickering between your hands that are currently undoing the buttons on your shirt and where you lie on his crotch. you lean in close enough to where your lips are brushing against one another, his bated breath fanning against yours.

“and i think this calls for a celebration, don’t you think?”

part dos of ‘don’t accidentally beat your dick to your best friend’

part one

black coded reader <3

warnings; smut

an: you asked, i delivered 🧞‍♀️

eren is a mess. a complete utter mess.

after realizing he’s been jerking it to you for the past few months, he becomes a nervous wreck around. oh it was bad.

his first encounter with you after the realization, literally happens the day after.

you were running late for work and your car was currently in the shop so you sent a rather urgent text to him with multiple crying emojis, asking him to take you to work.

without even seeing the message, he begins to panic just seeing your name pop up.

did you somehow use your woman tuition and found out he was fucking himself to you? it plagued eren’s mind for a few seconds, his hands clammy as he grasps his phone.

he lets out a sigh of relief once he reads the message and instantly responds.

‘yeah ofc, see u in a bit’

‘thx ren, you’re the best!’

oh eren feels like shit.

he felt like a pervert. like he wasn’t supposed to see you in your nakedness, pleasuring yourself for thousands to see.

“.. ren, are you okay? you’re awfully quiet today.. i’m sorry if you were busy-”

he immediately shakes his head “no! i wasn’t doing anything. i don’t mind at all.. just a bit distracted is all.” he clears his throat, eyes fixated on the road. not sparing you a single glance.

you stare at the side of his face, picking him apart in your brain. all these years the two of you had the pleasure of knowing each other, you knew eren’s mannerisms, his nervous ticks and more.

something was definitely up.

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“god not this again. connie could you maybe not be so open about the porn you indulge in.” reiner is fed up with the porn talk, just trying to enjoy this sunday afternoon with his friends.

“okay but bro i’m telling you, this girl is fire. i’d def buy her only fans if she had one.”

eren isn’t too interested in the conversation. his head’s in the clouds. lately he’s been fantasizing about you. a lot actually.

breaking you in half. fucking your brains out in every setting possible. this was new to say the least. before, eren hadn’t had such thoughts about you.

i mean yeah he did sometimes think about what it’d be like if the two of you were together. would the two of you be good partners as you are friends? but he never thought about you in such obscene ways.

it is this next part that has eren almost falling out of his chair.

“[your user]. never heard of her?”

both jean and reiner shake their heads.

eren on the other hand feels his skin run cold, eyes bulging out his head at the username. it was your username.

connie is now pulling out his phone and eren quickly catches on that he is about to pull up your page. with frantic eyes and haste, eren waits for connie to unlock his phone and in the split second that connie rotated his screen towards the three men, eren yanks it from his grasp and dramatically let’s connie’s phone fall face down on the concrete.

“yo what the fuck man?!” connie yells, mouth ajar as he looks between eren and his phone that is definitely not working when he picks it up.

“i-i um. i’m sorry.. it slipped..”

both reiner and jean silently blink, throwing glances at each other.

“oh it fucking slipped? my five year old nephew could put on a better fucking performance.”

“i’m really sorry man. i get paid tomorrow, i’ll pay for it. i swear.”

…

“i really needed this, thanks for hanging out with me ren. karina has been more bitchy than usual.” it was no secret you hated your boss. you often ranted about her to eren, so much so that he hated her as well and doesn’t even know what she looks like.

“of course. you want some more popcorn? bowl’s almost empty.”

you nod and eren gets up from his spot on his bed and retreats to the kitchen to refill the bowl.

you shift your eyes to the tv, ‘bad boys’ currently at it’s thirty minute mark.

you feel a buzz under your butt.

with furrowed brows you shift and pull out eren’s phone that you had no idea you were sitting on.

his phone screen comes to life, him and armin in the background of the notifications that fill the screen.

there were a few from twitter and growing curious as to what eren’s twitter feed looked liked, you unlocked his phone and hit refresh.

your jaw unhinges when you pop up on his screen. fingers knuckle deep in your cunt.

you’re in shock like you literally didn’t film this a few hours ago and hit post. you just weren’t expecting to see yourself on your best friend’s timeline.

you stare at yourself, at first unsure how to react to this knowledge but then the thought of eren touching himself to you skates across your mind and suddenly you’re clenching your thighs, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

the thought arouses you.

eren comes back with the bowl filled to the brim and his smile is wiped off his face once he sees his phone in your hands.

“eren,” you start. your voice is low but sweet. “is there something you want to tell me?”

he sucks in a breath, pupils shaking as you lay the phone on the bed. he sees what you were looking at clear as day.

“y/n.. i-i can explain.”

your plump lips turn upwards into a grin. mischief writes all over them.

“come here.”

it’s a command that has him hesitantly obeying.

he sits down on the bed, farther than where he originally was.

you sigh and close the proximity by climbing into lap, the popcorn bowl being discarded to the side.

eren feels hell fire creeping up his neck. his mouth his dry and he can suddenly hear the thrumming of his blood.

“how many times have you fucked yourself to me. hm?”

his lips tremble. “a few times..” it almost comes out as a mumble.

your smirk widens at his blatant lie.

“oh eren, you and i both know that’s not true.”

you push him until his back is flat on the bed, your thighs on either side of his hips. you splay your hands on his chest and fully plant your clothes pussy on his crotch.

he could literally just cum right then and there.

“you know what i hate more than liars?”

once eren realizes you actually want him to respond he shakes his head.

you lean forward until your lips are grazing against his ear. your tits mushed against his chest.

“i hate disobedient boys,” you lean back up and eren looks dazed. aware but dazed. “are you a disobedient boy eren?”

…

needless to say, he’s not. he listens to your every command which is why he was currently whimpering, hands pressed against his chest, trying his very best not to touch you.

your mouth works wonders on his cock, it weeps in all it’s 8inch glory, precum finding it’s way onto your tongue.

you pull him out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’, eyeing eren as you pump his aching length. “you close?”

tears form in eren’s eyes. everything feels fuzzy. his brain is scattered but he still manages to give a slight nod. he looked so fucked out and god what a sight it was.

“you gonna cum for me pretty boy?”

the nickname makes eren whine.

“eren, answer me or you don’t get to cum.” you grit, your free hand taking hold on his throat, clenching your dainty yet powerful fingers around it.

“y-yes! yes. m’gonna c-cum.” he chokes out. his pupils becoming dilated as you speed up your hand around his cock.

you smile at this. “i want you to come in my mouth ‘kay? and you can touch me now.” your mouth is instantly on his cock after finishing your sentence.

eren props himself up on his elbows, the iron grip you still have on his neck combined with you sucking the everlasting life out of him has eren cumming in no time with a cracked moan.

“fuh-fuckkk.” tears are streaming down his face now, jaw unhinged as you lap up the messy head on his cock.

“got anymore for me?” you don’t expect him to answer, instead you squeeze on his balls and one last spurt of cum falls onto your shiny lips.

this has eren falling back flat on his back, panting heavily like he’d just finished running a marathon.

you lick at your lips and hum at the taste of him. salty, as expected but not overbearing.

“you did so good for me ren.” you smile, crawling up beside him. resting a hand on his naked chest.

eren lazily turns his head towards you, his cheeks tear stained. he looks utterly broken and it ignites something within you.

“this stays between us ‘kay?” he nods slowly at that, too tired to speak.

what in the world did he just get himself into?

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