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Love Heals All (Hoseok x Elf!Reader)
Genre: Supernatural Au, Fluff, Angst
Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of hospitals and injuries, P.O.V. switching, I think that’s it
Word Count: 6K
Work. That’s what took up 99% of your time most days and 100% others. Not that you minded, you loved healing others. The thrill of helping someone was addicting and it made you feel good knowing you were making a difference, helping people get better.
It was your calling, after all, your purpose. Even though you couldn’t understand the why, you certainly loved the how. Since you were little, you’d had a knack for fixing broken things. You’d play doctor with your barbies, then when you discovered your gift you’d moved on to the injured birds that would hit your windows sometimes.
Your parents knew, of course, that this was something you had to keep to yourself. ‘They don’t understand,’ they’d say, ‘they’ll take advantage of you.’
As a little girl, you didn’t understand what they could possibly mean. You were doing something good, right? How could people not understand that?
As you got older, you realized what they had meant. What you could do, no one else could. Something like that made people jealous; made people scared. When all you wanted to do was heal, you knew you’d have to do it their way to avoid repercussions.
And you played by their rules for a long time. Learned CPR and first aid as soon as you could, took training courses, even enrolled in a nursing program after high school (and graduated with honors).
No matter how many people you helped, you couldn’t help the gnawing guilt that you could do more. So, so, so much more.
Then a craze of ‘witch doctors,’ ‘magic medicine,’ and home remedies ran rampant through the city, and you saw an opportunity to put your gift to good use.
Under the guise of ‘healing auras’ and ‘crystal healing,’ you were finally able to help your way, without fear of inciting panic.
At least until people started getting suspicious, and suddenly your only choice was to leave home and start over somewhere new. Somewhere no one would know anything about you.
Leaving that part of your life behind hurt and this wound was something not even you could heal. You’d given up your gift to go back to normal, well, as normal as you could possibly be. You took the night shift at a local hospital, started looking into medical school, and even attended some weekly dance classes to stay healthy.
You never thought these classes would dig up old bones, but of course the past can never stay easily buried away like that.
—
You’d mentioned earlier to Hoseok that you thought Euna should get her ankle checked out before returning to class. Of course, he let her decide, and of course she insisted she was fine. You never really talked to Euna before that day, but something inside you knew she wasn’t ok.
And a quarter of the way through the routine, your suspicions are proved right when Euna falls to the ground with a yelp, hands flying to her ankle as everyone stops and gathers around her.
Suddenly, Hoseok is in a panic, everyone is trying to see what’s going on, and you’re pushing your way calmly through the crowd, instructing them to leave and give her some space.
Lowering yourself down to her level, you move her hands away from her ankle and assess the damage. You can tell it’s not a fracture, no broken bones, just a ligament tear. Painful but manageable.
You turn your head towards Hoseok, who’s eyes keep flicking quickly from her ankle to you and back again.
You sigh and help Euna move her leg out from under herself so it’s stretched towards you. Better access means an easier fix.
“Should I call someone, is it bad?” Hoseok tries to hide his panic, even though he’s incredibly bad at it. He’s seen his dancers injured before, but it never fails to scare him every time. After all, their like his family.
“She’ll be fine, just a mild ligament tear,” You say, hoping to ease some of his worries, and he just stares at you like a deer in headlights.
“You can tell that just by looking?” He asks, and you mentally kick yourself. Shaking it off, you nod.
“I’m a nurse, it’s kind of my job to know injuries.” Quick, albeit shaky, save. All of your worry he might not buy it washes away when he rests his hand on your back.
“Alright, so what do we do?”
You send him for your bag and while he’s occupied, you rub your hand gently over the spot of the tear. Euna is laying down with her eyes shut so you don’t have to worry about her seeing anything.
You feel the slight warm sensation and tingle at your fingertips, her skin beneath casting a slight glow as your fingers move, and suddenly, you’re done.
You made sure not to do too good of a job, couldn’t make it suspicious, but enough to where it wouldn’t get worse and her pain would subside. Now, it could heal the rest of the way properly with the right wrap and rest, and you could feel better knowing you helped.
You turn to see Hoseok behind you, your bag in hand, and he seems to stare at you a second too long before he’s handing you your things and offering to get Euna an ice pack.
Hoseok had always been a bit awkward, so nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You take the medical wrap from your bag and bandage up her foot, making sure to tell her all about the proper care for her ankle.
You also make sure to recommend going to get it properly checked and to not push herself too hard next time.
After all that commotion, Hoseok figures it’s time to wrap class up. Looking at the clock, it was close enough to quitting time, he figured, and everyone looked thoroughly too exhausted to question it anyways.
He wouldn’t share with the class, however, that something he saw tonight made him question his mental state, and figured he probably just needs a good night’s sleep to forget about it.
Everyone packs their things up, and as you shove your stuff into your bag and hike it over your shoulder, you feel a hand touch your arm.
“Hey, walking home tonight?” Hobi asks, even though he knows the answer; it’s the same every week. You smile, giving him a quick nod as you follow him towards the front door.
Turning quick to lock up, he spins back around to look at you, “Mind if I walk you home then?”
You both start walking, casual conversation about classes and the hospital flowing freely between the two of you. It was just like every other Thursday night, he’d offer to walk you home because a. It was late, b. You shouldn’t walk alone, and c. He lived a block away from you anyways.
You two quickly fell into sync with each other, the walks home going from awkward silence to loud laughs and teasing. Hoseok was easy to talk to and you liked having someone like that around.
Hoseok liked how bright and easygoing you were. He felt you both had that in common, among other things he learned the longer you hung out.
After moving, you had a hard time making friends, so finding Hoseok’s dance class add in a newspaper an elderly patient had you read to her one morning was a blessing in disguise.
Despite being completely inept when it came to making friends, the atmosphere in Hobi’s class was so inviting, warm, and friendly, even you found it hard not to feel comfortable. Everyone was so welcoming and kind, you felt like you’d been there your whole life.
Community and family was something you needed, and it’s what Hobi provided.
Before you knew it, you were standing at the steps of your apartment building, ascending a few before you hear Hoseok’s steps stop. Turning around to ask him what was wrong, his back is facing you, as if he had frozen where he stood.
You peek your head forward a bit, questioning look on your face, “Hobi, you okay?”
Hobi turns around slowly, the image of your hand and Euna’s leg and light burned into his retinas and he just can’t help himself. He has to ask, for his sanity’s sake.
Out of habit, his hand finds the back of his neck, and he’s not sure if he should make eye contact with you or stare off into space so his eyes just kind of find your feet and stay there awkwardly.
“Um, about earlier, when you were looking at Euna’s leg...” The more times he goes over what he is going to say, the crazier it sounds and at this point he wishes he’d never brought it up.
“Yeah, what about it?” You probe, not at all catching on to where he was going. In your mind, Hoseok was completely oblivious, considering he is with a lot of things. Turns out, he pays more attention than you thought.
“Well, there was this...light, I guess, when you touched her leg,” his arms are flailing a bit and he can no longer concentrate on the ground, his eyes darting around like he was looking for the explanation in the night air, “That wasn’t...real was it, I’m probably just hallucinating or something...”
His sentence trails off and when he finally dares to look you in the eyes, he is hit with an instant wave of cold. In a mere matter of seconds, you’d barricaded yourself from him, putting up a harsh front to push him away.
It was all happening again. You were dumb enough to think this time would be different. You were stupid enough to let your guard down and you just couldn’t help yourself. Everything slipped away from you once again, and it was all your fault. You’d jeopardized your future here over something as ridiculous as a fucking ligament.
Now it made sense why Hoseok had been so weird before, it wasn’t his normal awkwardness, it was his ‘I think I saw something I shouldn’t have’ awkwardness.
Taking the time to process everything in your mind, you could tell by the look in his eyes he wasn’t convinced by his words and he wouldn’t be with yours either.
The only option left was to cut ties.
“You’re probably just tired Hoseok. You should get some rest.” You don’t even bother saying goodbye, worried that he’d hear the underlying finality in it and try to change your mind. You quickly head up the rest of the steps and barricade yourself in the building.
Hoseok just stands there, watching you as you almost run from him, and he can’t help but feel like an asshole for some reason. It should’ve been a harmless question about his mental state, but it ended up being so much more.
When he finally broke from his stare, he continued his walk home, wondering how he’d fix things next Thursday.
I don’t think a week’s going to be enough time to find a way to fix this.
—
You were just going in for your shift when your phone buzzed. You knew to just ignore it, he’d get the hint after the first hour.
You enter the locker room to put your bag away and head out to get the report from the day shift nurse. Your phone is still in your pocket, just in case, but you're focused on your rooms, which ones need linens stocked and what not.
After 30 minutes of just coasting around, checking your patients and helping out a few coworkers, your phone buzzes in your pocket again. You sigh to yourself, making sure to put on a straight face when another nurse walks by, then quickly pull out your phone.
Hoseok
-Hey
-Are you not coming to class today?
Shutting your phone off and shoving back into your pocket, you go back to work. A few hours went by, and by 2 a.m. you’ve had three new patients brought in all with varying injuries, but none too serious.
Once you finally find a break to sit down and chart, you make the mistake of turning your phone back on just to check your schedule, when you notice six new messages from Hoseok.
Hoseok
-I’ll take the silence as a no...
-Are you okay?
-Is it about what I said the other night?
-I was just being stupid and paranoid, I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing, will you please answer me?
-Y/N, could you please just let me know you’re alright?
-That’s it...
“The hell does that mean?” You voice your confusion of the last text out loud, warranting a few looks from other nearby nurses actually doing their work. Throwing your phone onto the counter, you stretch your arms and finish up your charts.
As if to clear up your confusion, a few seconds later, Hoseok waltz right into the E.R. slowing his pace only to survey the place until he locks eyes on your form behind the desk, to which he marches right up and stares down at you, almost like he was trying to intimidate you.
When you look up from your work, Hoseok is the last person you expected to see standing a foot away from you. You can’t hide from him now.
“The least you could’ve done was answer me and let me know you weren’t dead somewhere.”
His tone wavers on angry, but he’s still too bubbly to let it sound heavy, but the intent is still there. He’s not really angry, per say, more so hurt that you wouldn’t just let him know you were working. He understands missing class for your job, but to ghost him was just plain rude.
You look back down at your screen, saving what you’d done, and rise to talk to him. You didn’t like when he stared down on you like you were a child in trouble.
“You can’t just show up here Hoseok, this is an emergency room not a convention.” Hoseok chooses to ignore your comment, instead waiting for his rightfully deserved apology. Was it bad that he cared about you? I mean, he cares about all of his dancers, and wants to make sure they are okay, since when is that a crime?
“Next time, just let me know you have to work. It’s not that big of a deal.” He’s exasperated at your attitude, especially since he doesn’t understand where it’s coming from. He made one dumb comment and you were taking it out on him, that just doesn’t seem fair.
You walk around him to grab another chart, crossing the room to a supplies cart. Hoseok follows you, getting dirty looks from the others on the floor, but you just wave them off.
“There won’t be a next time. I’m quitting.”
You turn around to see a confused look on his face, “You’re quitting the night shift?”
Rolling your eyes, you can feel yourself getting more agitated by the second. Not only was he grilling you for no reason, he was breaking hospital protocol, and that could get you fired.
You spin around, putting one hand up to his chest to push him back towards the exit.
“No, I’m quitting the classes. I’ve got too much to do here. Now get out.” He tries to turn and object, but once you get to the front door, the security officer gives him a strange look and decides it’d be better to just leave it alone.
If you wanted to quit classes and act like a child to him, fine, Hoseok no longer cared.
That’s what he told himself at least. Why get hung up on one dancer, it’s not like you could be that special anyways. Sure, he’d miss your laugh during freestyle, or the concerned face you made when you tended to everyone’s injuries, even the minor ones.
Hate to say it, but he’d actually grown quite attached to you, especially since you were the only one he’d share late night chats about anything with when he walked you home.
Whatever happened that night, you’d changed, and he didn’t like the new you. You weren’t the Y/N he admired, you were somebody else.
On his way home, he was more passed that he’d left the comfort of the dance studio and his work to check on you at 2 in the goddamn morning. He could’ve been home in bed by then if he hadn’t worked himself up so much during practice.
He’d would never forgive you for the lost hours of sleep he’d never catch back up on.
—
Sometimes you thought the universe did this on purpose. You’d had a few weeks of blissful, trouble free work, no Hoseok interruptions, when one night, surprise-surprise, he walks in with a familiar face limping beside him.
You let another nurse take the lead on this, irritated at the loss of your Hoseok-free streak you were on. Although, seeing him again after not for so long, it caused a warm tickle in your chest that you couldn’t explain.
Maybe you did miss the company class and Hoseok provided, but you couldn’t risk exposure. After almost exposing yourself and your family from the last incident, you swore to yourself you wouldn’t go through that again. After all, you could only go so far before everything catches up to you.
Apparently you could only stay so far away from Hoseok before he catches up to you as well.
You spy from one of your patients’ room, filing out another chart while simultaneously stealing glances at Hoseok. He can tell you’re staring at him, but he’s got bigger things to worry about right now.
Some of the dancers wanted to incorporate more stunts into their routines. Kai had tried to do a back handspring into a back tuck and landed on his ankle wrong, twisting it in a way it definitely wasn’t intended to.
After dealing with a few of the others almost vomiting at the sight, Hoseok rushed Kai to the E.R. in his car, not even thinking about you being there.
It wasn’t till he basically carried the poor guy in with him, spotting you from a distance did he remember you had just started your shift.
‘Of course,’ he thinks to himself, ‘now she’ll think I’m here on purpose.’
Instead of immaturely ignoring you like he wants to, he briefly looks over and nods in your direction. It wasn’t polite nor rude, just a gesture to acknowledge your existence, hoping even that little thing wouldn’t piss you off for some reason.
You weren’t sure if it’d be right to try and talk to him. You’d been so abrupt and cold to him the last time, you knew he wouldn’t want to hear anything you had to say. Did you have anything you could say to him that would make the situation any better? Not really.
You both end up avoiding each other until Kai is wrapped up and ready to go, so Hoseok escorts him to his car and leaves you with a simple wave.
You stare off, watching his car pull out of the parking lot and disappear down the dark streets.
Cutting ties was proving to be more difficult than you thought it would be.
—
Clocking out, grabbing your bag from your locker and heading out of the E.R., you can barely keep your eyes open. Last night’s shift was particularly draining, and you couldn’t wait to get back to your apartment, peel your scrubs off and replace them with fuzzy pajamas and get some well deserved sleep.
The universe, go figure, has other plans for you though, apparent when your phone starts going off, Hoseok’s name on the screen.
He never called you when you were friends, so why the hell would he call you now?
Picking it up, the confusion in your voice is present when you say, “Hello?”
There is heavy breathing at the end, and then a tiny voice, definitely not Hoseok’s, answers you, “Hello? Is this Y/N?”
The way the little voice pronounces your name instantly melts the tension that built up in your body. You crack a smile, stopping your walk to put a hand on your hip.
“It is, and who might this be?” You can’t help but let out a soft giggle as another voice says something to the child on the phone but the child just makes a noise at them.
“This is Soobi, Mr. Jung got hurt in class and he needs your help.” There is no panic in her voice, so you don’t immediately jump to the worst case scenario. You figure that it was probably him in the background telling her to hang up the phone.
“Soobi, can you please give Mr. Jung his phone so I can talk to him?” You hear the loud patter of little feet and then a loud sigh.
“Y/N, it’s nothing, I told her not to take my phone and definitely not to call you.” He didn’t mean for it to sound harsh, but he just didn’t want to bother you and he was trying not to let the pain in his hand influence the tone of his voice. You weren’t talking to him and he wasn’t talking to you, so he shouldn’t come to you when something minor happens.
“Are you at the studio?” There’s a pause.
“Yeah, I took over the youth classes this week.”
“I’ll be there in 10.” You hang up before he can object.
You pick up the pace and make it to the studio in 8 minutes on the dot, instantly spotting Hoseok on one of the benches in the hallway, towel wrapped around his hand, a few little bodies gathered around him.
When he sees you, he tries not to get excited, but he’d been really missing your presence the past couple of days and knowing you were here to help him made his heart beat pick up a bit.
You approached him carefully, the children all parting to make way for you, staring at your scrubs and first aid bag.
Before he knows it, you’re knelt down in front of him, taking his hand in yours as you peel away the towel to assess the damage.
Along his palm close to his thumb is three inch cut leading down to his wrist. It doesn’t look super deep, but deep enough to warrant stitches. You were glad you’d brought your first aid bag with you everywhere, you’d have enough supplies to sew it right up.
While you check him for any other injuries, he can’t help but marvel at how pretty you look when you’re focused like this.
Wait, did he just call you pretty?
1. He’s supposed to be mad at you for abandoning him.
2. He’s never been attracted to a member, well ex-member in your case, before
The dam was already breached, though, and now that’s all he could think about as you start getting your supplies out and asking him what happened.
He didn’t even realize he’d zoned out just staring at you until you snapped your fingers in front of his face to wake him up.
“What?,” was all he could manage before the sound of little giggles causes a redness to creep up his neck. You just shake your head with a playful smirk.
“I said, ‘How the heck did you manage this while babysitting?’”
One of the children scoff, marching up to you to inform you that they are not babies and they do not need to be sat on. All you can do is laugh and apologize, turning back to Hobi who, again, is just staring at you like you suddenly sprouted two heads or something.
“I, uh, was helping another room change a light bulb when I lost my balance and shattered it in my hand.” Saying it out loud made him feel even dumber than he did when it actually happened.
You wanted to tease him for it, but you could see the embarrassment on his face, and figured he’d been through enough for one morning.
“Well, you’re lucky I brought my kit with me, you’re gonna need a couple stitches, but it shouldn’t take long.”
He hears the words stitches and retracts his hand back, cringing. Hoseok wasn’t really afraid of needles, but now that he’s coming face to face with one, he thinks he should recant that.
You can feel him tense, knowing that the tenser he gets, the more painful it would be. Without even thinking or realizing, you glide your fingers over his hand, holding it gently, almost caressing it. Hoseok can feel the pain subsiding, even as you clean the wound and he can see the needle going through his skin.
He doesn’t want to look away when he sees a familiar glow extend from your fingertips to his skin, but if he looks at the needle one more time he swears he’ll puke.
Luckily, the children had all been whisked away by another instructor so you and Hoseok could have some room.
It takes maybe a few seconds before you’re all done, tying the thread and placing gauze over the area.
You gently wrap around his wrist and hand a few times, securing it, and putting all your used equipment in a bio-hazard bag to dispose of later.
“There, all better.” You say, tapping his knee gently as he looks over his wrap.
Smiling, he stands up, offering his other hand out to you to help you up. When you’re on your feet, your hand lingers in Hoseok’s for a moment, before you pull away.
“Next time, be more careful, okay?” You dust your scrubs off, heft your bag over your shoulder, and turn to leave, when he stops you.
He rests his hand on your shoulder, not really knowing what else to do. He wants to hug you, but it’s not the right time or place for that and he’s not really sure where you stand with him.
Instead, he says, “Thank you,” and gives your shoulder a light squeeze. Hoseok turns back down the hallway, heading towards another room, while you watch him until he closes the door.
Walking home, you still feel his fingers on your shoulder, the warmth of his hand in yours.
Maybe you don’t have to cut off Hoseok completely.
—
After Hoseok’s little accident, he’d come to the conclusion that the only way to get your attention was to appeal to your healer’s side.
This surmounted to him calling you every day with questions about his injury.
‘Can I get it wet?,’ ‘Is it supposed to itch?,’ ‘I think it looks infected, what does an infection look like?”
Needless to say, after the second day, you were officially annoyed with him. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know if your stitches are infected, so why the hell was he you with every little paranoia of his?
Hoseok’s answer is simple: to force you to talk to him.
Now, Hoseok didn’t like annoying you, well, not too much, and he didn’t like having you think he was a complete idiot, but he didn’t know any other way to get to you.
You kicked him out of the E.R., you stopped coming to class, and you refused to let him into your building when he showed up.
So, he resorted to incessant phone calls. Not his best plan, but the best one he’s got right now.
You were cleaning up your apartment, taking advantage of having the whole day off, when your phone starts to ring again and you have half a mind to ignore it.
The guilt eats away at you by the third ring, though, and you answer with a loud sigh to let Hobi know he was getting on your nerves.
“That’s no way to answer the phone when a patient is calling.” You can picture the smug grin on his face, fist curling tight, the urge to reach right through the phone and ring his neck simmering in your veins.
“Hoseok, I swear to God, if you call me one more time with some stupid question, I’m going to get a restraining order.”
There a dramatic fake gasp on the other end of the line, your eyes rolling on instinct.
“Well good thing I’m not calling with a question this time then.”
“What do you want then?” There’s a long pause, one you’re assuming is on purpose for effect.
“I’m calling to propose a deal.” You can’t say you’re not intrigued. What kind of deal could Hoseok possibly be proposing to you, and what the hell would you have to do.
“Alright, shoot.”
“I will stop calling you with dumb questions if you agree to come back to class.” A laugh escapes your lips before you can cover your mouth, but Hobi just ignores it, waiting for your answer.
“Or, I could just block your number.”
“Then I’d have to resort to coming to your apartment.”
“I’d call the cops.”
“I could always show up to the hospital and threaten to sue when you deny me care?”
You shake your head even though he can’t see.
“Alright, alright, enough with crazy threats, why do you want me to come back to class so bad anyways?”
He’s silent because he’s not sure if he should make a joke or tell the truth. You were finally listening to him, really listening, and he didn’t want to mess it up.
“You’re the best pop and locker I know.” Ugh, that was so stupid, but you’re laughing so maybe it wasn’t a total loss.
“Alright, now what’s the real reason?”
He’s nervous now, but he thinks of something that he knows you can’t pass up.
“The group misses you, you’re family after all.”
He knew exactly what buttons to push, and the loneliness button was the hardest hitting one. You missed them too, so much. You’d never laughed, played, and goofed around that much in your life. That studio was the one place you felt at home.
“I don’t know Hobi, I’m pretty busy with work...” you trail off, and Hoseok has to keep his cool even though you finally addressed him by his nickname after dropping the full name bomb on him every time you’ve talked to him since your falling out.
“Please.” He sounded almost desperate, but that’s what he was feeling right now. Hoseok didn’t know why, but he needed you to come back. He wanted everything to go back to normal. He wanted you to come back to him.
After mulling it over in your head, you decide that dance class would be better than annoying phone calls. This would also give you a chance to look after Hobi so he would stop hurting himself.
“Fine, I’ll come back.” Hoseok drops the phone in his moment of excitement, scrambling to pick it up off the floor.
“Great, I'll see you tomorrow then.”
“See you tomorrow, Hobi.”
—
“Hobi, I literally saw you do that on purpose.”
This was the third time this week he ‘accidentally’ tripped over his own two feet and got hurt. This man has been dancing for years, there was no way he’d trip over his feet that easily.
He was usually so graceful and calculated, but lately he was reckless and all over the place.
Hobi wouldn’t admit it, but he liked when you babied him, so he may or may not have been acting less careful lately. It was never anything serious, just minor bumps and scrapes, but he just loved when you’d hold his hand and get him an ice pack, or clean a scrap and cover it with a cute little band-aid that were supposed to be for the kids.
His favorite thing was the warm tingle he got when you touched him as you tended to him, the soft glow on your fingertips leaving him in awe every time, even though he had to pretend he never saw it.
You were catching on, though, and finally caught him in the act. You knew he was doing it on purpose, and now you knew why. He was curious about your gift.
Class wrapped up, and you are about to grab your things and head out when you hear the click of a lock.
You turn to see Hobi standing at the door, keys in his hands.
“What are you doing?” You ask, slowly approaching him.
He just stares at you, unsure of how to bring up the fact that he knows there is something different about you, something not human.
You’re tired from class and not ready to deal with the third degree from Hobi on why your hands glow sometimes, so you roll your eyes and reach for his keys. He quickly pulls away, holding them high above both of your heads.
“Using your height against me, how rude.” You jump, trying to grab them from his hands, but even with your most powerful lunge, you can’t reach them. Hoseok’s trying not to enjoy this too much, but it’s impossible with how cute you look, hopping like a little bunny.
It gets old quick, so you stand there, arms crossed, “What do you want?”
“Are we not friends Y/N?” You look at him confused.
“Of course were friends Hobi, now let’s go.”
“Then why don’t you trust me?”
You knew this would come up again, especially after the increase in his curiosity about it. You had patched things up with a Hobi, returning back to your normal dynamic rather quickly, but you still felt like you weren’t ready to share that part of you with him, let alone anyone.
“I do trust you, Hobi.”
“Then why won’t you tell me about your hands?” There it was, all laid out in the open. Either you could confront it head on, or bury your head in the sand.
“Hobi, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m tired, can we just go home?” You reach for the door handle, but Hobi grabs your hand first. It’s not a tight grip, more like a comforting, soothing one.
He doesn’t know how else to show you he cares about you.
“You can tell me, anything, I promise.” When you look in his eyes, you know that he’s telling the truth. You want to trust him, confide in him, assure him that you care about him too, but you can’t find the words.
You turn your head away, facing the door, and dropping his hand, “Can we just go, please, Hoseok.”
And just like that he dropped it and unlocked the door. All it took was the slight fear that you were building that wall again and he backed off. He wasn’t going to push you away again.
The walk home is silent, neither of you knowing where to go from there. You make your way up to the front door of your apartment building and turn back to Hoseok.
“I really do trust you Hobi.”
He looks over his shoulder at you, managing a smile even though he feels a bit emptier inside, “Goodnight Y/N.”
You manage to return your own pathetic smile, “Goodnight Hobi.”
—
After waiting around in the studio with the rest of the crew for 30 minutes, you decide to try and ring him again. Holding the phone to your ear, you pray that he answers this time, but instead get the tone for his voicemail.
After an hour, everyone decides to go home, but you book it to Hobi’s place. After knocking on the door for 5 minutes straight, and elderly woman opens the door and lets you in.
“Do you know what apartment number Jung Hoseok lives in?” You ask, slightly out of breath from the run to his place.
“Up the stairs, first door on the left.” She smiles, and you take the steps two at a time until you make it to the second floor. You locate his door and knock three times, waiting for an answer.
You get nothing, and start to panic.
‘What if he fell and knocked himself unconscious?,’ ‘What if he’s having an allergic reaction and slowly suffocating?’
The fear quickly takes over, causing you fist to bang repeatedly on the door, frantic.
“Hobi? Hobi! Open up, are you okay?!?” The loud thump and the shuffling of feet cause you to pause your ministrations.
Suddenly, the door slowly creaks open, revealing a pale and sickly look Hobi wrapped in a blanket, a tissue tucked into his hood.
You just stare at him, taking in everything. He looked like death.
“Hey, you shouldn’t be here-cough-I don’t want you to get sick.”
You roll your eyes and let yourself in, helping him hobble his way back to his best on the couch. There are tissue and open medicine everywhere, and don’t even get you started on the smell.
Maybe something actually did die in here.
“Hobi, I’m around sick people all the time, I’ll be fine.”
You hold his arms, lowering him back onto the couch, watching sympathetically as he cuddles back into the piles of blankets, a sneeze escaping as he does so.
You kneel down in front of him, a smile overtaking your lips, and in Hobi’s illness induced fever dream, he swears you look like an angel.
He tries to smile, but starts coughing, but you get the gist.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you were sick? We were all worried about you.”
You place your hand on his forehead, cringing at how hot his skin is. He’s burning up and you didn’t know how long he’s had a fever.
“I didn’t want to worry anyone.”
“Well, obviously that didn’t work, I ran here like a madman thinking you’d died or something.”
He laughs weakly, “See? Not so fun being ghosted, is it?” You fight the urge to smack his shoulder, considering he’s so weak.
Instead, you take his hands in yours, rubbing his thumbs with yours.
“I’m sorry, let’s just agree to talk to each other, honestly, from now on.”
“It’s a deal.”
You smile, focusing all your energy into your hands. Hobi stares at you, unsure what to say next, when he notices the light coming from your entwined hands. He watches in disbelief as the light flows from your fingertips to his skin, leaving a trail of warmth that flows through his veins.
He starts to feel less nauseous and dizzy, his chest less congested and his nose no longer runny.
He lifts his eyes back up to yours, catching you staring at him, as if to check on him.
“You were right, about me not trusting you before, but I do now, fully trust you.”
Hoseok feels like he could do anything right now, and what he wants to do most is kiss you, right here, right now.
Then he remembers he’s still sick technically, and your surrounded by used tissues and sweat soaked blankets and decides he doesn’t want your first kiss to be in this mess.
You giggle, seeing him go through all of those emotions as he mulls it over in his head. He’s worse at hiding things when he’s sick.
You just lean forward, pressing your lips to his forehead.
He can’t help but close his eyes, the cool sensation of your lips on his warm forehead releasing all the rigidity in his body and dissipating it in the surrounding air.
“How about when I’m better, I take you on an official date?” He’d insist the red on his cheeks was from the illness.
Yours, though, was definitely a blush.
“I’d like that.”
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Here it is, Hobi’s story in all its angsty and fluffy glory. Sorry this one is going up a bit late, this one took me a while to finish. Honestly wanted to go into more detail on some things but I didn’t want to make it too long. Hope you guys will enjoy it nonetheless. This story made my heart hurt a little bit, not gonna lie, I really like this one. Now we just have Jimin, Tae, and Kookie left💜 Stay Spooky!
-Moonie🌙
Genre(s): Christmas Au!
Pairing(s): SungjinxElf!Reader
Warning(s): none
Word Count: 1.5K
Well, candy canes, this was not how you were supposed to spend Christmas!
In all fairness, you sort of deserved getting lost in this strange place considering you blatantly disobeyed the rules and maybe, sort-of, definitely stowed away on Santa’s sleigh right before he left to deliver gifts.
In hindsight, not the brightest idea you’d had, and oh garland, you were most definitely going to be on the naughty list for the next couple Christmases.
The temptation was just too much, and ever since you were a little elf you’d dreamed of seeing the human world. Everything about them fascinated you, and the stuffy cheer-filled workshop was just too much after so long.
So, without much thought whatsoever, you’d highjacked Santa’s ride and somehow found yourself stuck in this strange new place.
You hadn’t meant to get left behind, but again, the curiosity was just too much. Now, here you were, stranded with no way of getting back to the North Pole.
The first couple hours wandering around weren’t so bad, the lights and people keeping you distracted. What in blue blizzards were those big metal things the people rode around in and why were so many people looking at you with funny looks on their faces? You’d made sure to throw on your best red Christmas dress and candy cane stockings before you’d left.
Quickly, though, you realized you were ultimately stuck. Would your family be looking for you? Would they even know where to begin? Why hadn’t you left them a note at least?
Santa never backtracked so there would be no way to get back to him, and honestly, you weren’t exactly ready for the lecture just yet.
Wandering around aimlessly, a part of you hoping for a miracle, was when you bumped into him.
The very tall man with the sparkly eyes and the cute smile that absolutely smelt like the best baked cinnamon rolls you’d ever smelled. And no, he wasn’t tall just because you were an elf. Contrary to popular belief, elves are only slightly shorter than the average human depending on gender. He looked at you with a funny grin, eyes roaming over your outfit until he asked you if you were some sort of performer.
“I most certainly am not, I’m an elf. I got separated from Santa and I’m not quite sure how to get home.”
A chuckle escaped his lips, but when he registered the confused expression on your face he composed himself.
“And let me guess, your home is the North Pole, right?” You couldn’t help the way your face lit up when he talked about your home. Maybe he wasn’t quite as useless as you’d figured.
“Yes! The North Pole, but I’m not sure how to get there from here, and I’m really not supposed to be here in the first place.”
Despite the smile on his face, you were still quite sure he didn’t believe you. After all, you weren’t allowed to mingle outside of home and your own kind. Most people, especially your own age, didn’t even believe in you or Santa anymore.
But something in him made him curious about you, and you him.
“I’m Sungjin, what’s your name, elf?” There was a playful glint in his eyes, twinkling like freshly fallen snow, and it made you comfortable enough to stretch your hand out to shake his.
“Y/N.”
After telling your entire story to Sungjin over a mug of hot chocolate at some place he called a ‘diner,’ he’d figured there was no way someone was that dedicated to playing a character. Did he exactly believe that you were a real magical elf from the North Pole, home of Santa Claus, not quite, but he couldn’t say it didn’t intrigue him.
When he’d asked you if you had anywhere to stay, you’d answered him with a frustrated sigh. You had no money, no way of finding home, and it was getting darker by the second.
Despite your insistence, he’d opted to let you stay the night at his place so you wouldn’t freeze to death outside.
When you made it in, you’d immediately gone into figuring out a way to get home.
Was there a way to fly to the North Pole from here? Sungjin had answered that, no, no planes took trips to the North Pole, and there were definitely no sleighs and magic reindeer at your disposal either.
There has to be a phone number or way to contact home, he’d offered. You laughed at that. No, Santa did not have a cellphone or landline for that matter. He got all his information by mail.
And that’s when it struck both you. The fastest way to contact the North Pole was through a letter! You could’ve smacked yourself for not thinking about that earlier.
Another homemade mug of hot chocolate and brainstorming session later and Sungjin was tucking you in on the couch with a soft red blanket as you slept soundly after a long night.
That morning, he awoke to fresh chocolate chip pancakes you made for breakfast, and you began your letter to Santa.
After going over your location, that you were stranded, and that you were very, very, very sorry, Sungjin accompanied you to the mailbox outside his apartment.
“Won’t it take a while for the letter to reach the North Pole? And Christmas is already here, so how will he get it?”
You couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face as you enlightened him that mail traveled to the North Pole differently, and that Santa would most definitely get your letter by this evening at the latest. Too afraid to inquire further, he just went along with you, trying to find things to do to occupy the time in between.
“So, what do you want to do until then?” And as you pulled him excitedly down every street, the part of him that wished he hadn’t asked was quickly squashed by the part that warmed over watching you get so excited over the simplest of things.
He took pride in showing you how the elevator worked, what a bus was and how it could take you somewhere (almost like a sleigh) and your favorite, the revolving doors in every storefront.
Even though he had known you for only half a day, Sungjin couldn’t help the growing attachment to you. There was just something about you that drew him in, made him feel all warm and fuzzy, like he was bundled in the comfiest Christmas sweater.
You dragged him to the Christmas Day festival, though he didn’t put up much of a fight, considering he loved Christmas as well, just maybe not as much as you.
You told him all about home, the other elves, your job, and even Santa. Little by little you could feel the belief in him spread and grow and it warmed your heart. There was nothing better than belief rekindling in someone.
But as it grew dark, you felt melancholy, a feeling you weren’t used to where you came from. The impending departure from your new friend made your heart heavy, but you found comfort in holding his hand as you walked through the snow filled streets.
Just as you were about to call it a night and head back to his place, the familiar tinge of magic floated through the air along with the sound of bells. It was time to go.
Sungjin felt it too, though he couldn’t place it until he watched your face fall.
“It’s time, huh?” He whispered, not sure how he could feel so upset over a girl he’d just met.
With a soft smile, you lifted your hand to cup his cheek, him instantly leaning into the warmth.
“Will I see you again?” He asked lightly, lifting his hand to hold yours.
“Maybe. Hopefully.” You’re not sure if you will, worried about the repercussions. Rules were made to be followed, but then again, some were meant to be broken. The rustle of reins pulled you away from him slowly, but before you could disappear into the night, you ran back to place a soft peck to his cheek. You watched from the rooftop as he held the cheek you’d kissed, a smile blooming as he turned to go inside.
The ride home was not filled with the lecture you were expecting. Instead, you were met with a big hug and a worried looking Santa. He knew, he’d said, that’d you’d one day be pulled to the humans, that it was part of your destiny.
It was then that you were assured you’d find your way back to Sungjin. It wasn’t just coincidence that he’d found you after all.
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Merry Christmas!
Love,
Moonie🌙
Kili x Elf Reader
BLURB
While the days were going very calmly and peacefully in Rivendell, the visit of the dwarves accompanied by Gandalf interrupted this.
As you followed Lord Elrond and Gandalf, you smiled at their little banter about 'dressing appropriately'. While they were settling down at the table, you walked over to your cousin Lindir and gently clasped your hands in front of you. "Your face looks like you're in pain..." you said loud enough for him to hear. He glanced at you briefly. “It's not wrong… I'm just… wondering how this would turn out.” You wanted to laugh at his attitude but you didn't, yet you couldn't help but try. "I honestly expected better from you, your expression is still a bit soft. Try not to waste yourself too much." You gave a small smile as he shifted uneasily.
You watched the surroundings, or rather the dwarves, throughout the meal. You weren't very familiar with them, so you wanted to observe. In any case, it was not difficult to predict that things would explode at some point. They were quite rambunctious… in one word, attenuated.
You were talking softly with Lindir, at this moment you came face to face with one of them. It was obvious that he was much younger than the others. When you didn't look away for a while, he smiled at you and then winked. You were amazed at first by his bold attitude, but then you reminded yourself that he was a dwarf. Of course it would happen. He looked surprised when you went beyond your limits and gave him a small smile. He never thought that you would respond to him, especially after a few unsuccessful attempts... Your sensitive ears had heard his conversations with his friends, which were louder gossip than they thought anyway.
At some point things really broke out. Suddenly all hell broke loose, a food fight broke out between them, accompanied by the dwarf who climbed onto the table and sang. You'd never admit it, but it seemed kind of fun. Poor Lindir's horrified expression amused you even more, and you almost laughed, but held yourself back again.
As you were about to turn around, you froze in place as a piece of food hit your chest. The front of your light-colored dress and the curls hanging down the sides of your face were stuck. There were some dwarves who noticed this. One of them was that young dwarf...