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It’ll Be Okay [Requested]

You stared in silence at the far wall on the couch. You felt your phone vibrate, but it was a considerable amount of time before you actually went to answer it.

How’s your day been? Wanna hang out? I’ve got a concert tonight. Need to kill time J -Hobi

Sent 18mins ago

You just blanked. You weren’t really feeling much of anything, but you know you didn’t really want to move from your spot on the couch. Curling your knees to your chest, you completely forgot the phone in your hand. It slipped from your fingers and nestled in the cushion next to you. It wasn’t until it vibrated again that you slugged out of your trance.

[F/N], I know you’re there! You said you didn’t have anything to do today :P -Hobi

Sent 1min ago

You frowned at your phone and started to type a reply.

I don’t really feel up to it

You sent the message and stood, barely stretching as you meandered to the kitchen. You saw a package of cookies and considered reaching for them. Your body made no effort to move closer, and you decided that you didn’t really want them. You stood there for god knows how long, finally making a slow hobble back to the couch. You flopped into your spot.

After staring at your knees for about five minutes, your eyes started to well up. You squashed the tears down and checked your phone as a distraction.

I’m coming over. Brace yourself. -Hobi

Sent 23mins ago

Your eyes widened, and, as if on cue, the door knocked a couple times and opened.

“[F/N]?” J-Hope called. You looked up and gazed at him with no thoughts in your head. His eyes locked with yours, and you could have sworn you saw worry flit across his face for a moment. He smiled kindly and sat a respectable distance away from you on the couch.

“You don’t look too hot,” he remarked with no emphasis. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t react for a moment, but then you shook your head. You didn’t really know. You saw him peeking up at you; he had leaned forward and was making a silly face. You thought it was funny, but not enough. Your expression didn’t change. His lips pursed and moved to the left as he thought carefully.

You didn’t know how long he was thinking for, but your mind was being ravaged by your own thoughts. You could hardly feel anything; you briefly wondered if you couldn’t feel anything physically, too. Were you going to feel this way forever? A light panic overtook you as you thought about things that held meaning to you, but none of them had any effect on your emotions. The only thing you felt was panic. What were you going to do? What was going to happen? What if you couldn’t feel happy again? What was even wrong? What—

“I’ve got an idea,” J-Hope murmured, snapping you out of your thoughts. You were immediately relieved of your down-spiral, the panic easing its clutches on your chest. “I know exactly what you need.” You stared at him, a stirring of curiosity rising in the back of your mind. He stood upright, walked a few feet away, and faced you.

“I’ve seen the posters in your room and the pictures on your computer!” he declared dramatically. “I know that what you crave the most is attractive men! So… I must give you what you can only stare at on a screen!” He started to pull up his shirt, adding to your growing confusion. Your eyes widened again, but, surprisingly, your cheeks started to flush as he started to reveal his abs. You averted your gaze immediately and bit your lip. He started laughing and pulling down his shirt.

“Sorry, sorry. That was a joke.”

You looked back up at him, and his expression was satisfied.

“It worked, though; your face has a bit more color in it,” he smiled, striding towards you. He knelt on the ground and looked up at you once again. He brushed your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You look prettier this way. We just have to get you to smile; then it’ll be perfect.”

You stared at him blankly, though you felt something stirring in your chest.

He got up and collected some things from around your apartment. You had no idea what he was doing, and you didn’t know how to react when he dropped a pile of pillows and blankets in front of you. Glancing between J-Hope and the pile, you sat completely still. He rearranged the pillows and blankets into something that resembled a cave around your TV. He then left the room and returned with several cases of DVDs, plopping them down on the table in front of you.

“We’re going to watch a movie before the concert, which you’re going to go to,” he stated with a no-nonsense attitude. You stared down at the cases, not feeling any particular way about any of the movies he had pulled out. You picked one at random; it was a comedy. J-Hope crawled into the cave-like creation he had made with the movie and didn’t reappear. He called out to you from inside, telling you to go in. You did as he said, amazed to see the cushy interior. It made you feel relaxed.

J-Hope lay back on the cushions, and you looked around you for a place to sit. You felt inclined to ask to cuddle with him—the warmth seemed appealing—but you kept quiet and curled up with your knees to your chest. He laughed through a lot of the movie, and you felt the ghost of a smile creeping on your face for some parts.

Your back started to hurt from your position, so you stretched out uncomfortably. It didn’t help your back at all. You were surprised that you had even noticed the back pain in the first place. After a couple seconds of your fidgeting, you heard J-Hope.

“[F/N], come lay down with me,” he murmured. You looked at him, but he only wore an encouraging smile. He lifted his arm as a silent offer. You crawled over to him and snuggled against his side; you immediately knew you had made the correct decision. He was warm, soft, and definitely cuddly. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and rested his cheek on your head. Throughout the rest of the movie, you could feel his chest hum when he chuckled.

The movie ended, and you were feeling a little bit lighter. J-Hope rubbed his thumb against your shoulder and sat up slowly, enabling you to move yourself before he dropped you.

“It’s time to go; can you be ready soon?” he asked as he turned off the TV. You muttered a “yeah” and left the tent, glancing down at your clothes as you stood. You didn’t really register what you were wearing, so you just put on your shoes and socks. J-Hope led you outside, not really paying much attention to your outfit, either.

You felt sluggish and unenergetic the entire walk. Your body felt heavy, and you felt like lying down and not getting up again. Almost as if he sensed this, J-Hope grabbed and held your hand. He paused at a small market and glanced at you.

“You haven’t eaten, have you?”

You didn’t respond.

“I’ll be right back; don’t go anywhere.”

He left inside the store, and he was only gone for a few minutes. He came back with a small apple and a small granola bar. He gave them both to you, and you only looked at him when you held them.

“You don’t have to eat all of it, but you need to eat something,” he smiled. You blinked slowly before taking a small bite of the apple. J-Hope took your hand once again and led you to the venue. He told you that you could stay backstage and watch the concert from there if you didn’t feel like being in the crowd. You took another tentative nibble of the apple, putting the granola bar in your pocket for later.

You took J-Hope’s offer to stay backstage for the duration of the concert. You ended up finishing the apple in the time it took for the concert to end. You threw the core away, and when you returned to your stool, you heard J-Hope talk on the stage.

“I know you must be tired,” he said to the crowd, “but can you stay with me for one more song?”

There were excited cheers from the audience, and a small smile slipped onto your face.

“I need you to remember to not give up, no matter how you may be feeling. So I’m going to sing you something to help you remember.”

You slowly realized that he wasn’t talking to the crowd. He was talking to you.

He started to sing a slower rendition of “Tomorrow”; you were surprised at how sweet and soft he sounded.

“I have a long way to go, but why am I running in place?” he sang.

The familiar lyrics made their way to your heart, settling there and uncovering your emotions. You sat, stunned, as a mix of sadness and hope started to fill you. You stayed frozen through the entire verse and chorus, and you heard V and Jimin join in singing.

“Don’t give up, you know; don’t get too far away, tomorrow.”

Tears sprung to your eyes, and you finally started to cry. One of the makeup noonas spotted you and checked to see if you were okay. You could only nod, and soon, you were drowned out by the sounds of the screams and applause as the boys finished. You felt a familiar pair of warm arms wrap around you and hold you close. You sobbed into J-Hope’s chest, and the tears were extremely relieving.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “It’ll be okay.”

His hand moved to the back to your head, and he let you cry till you were almost asleep against him. He walked you to a couch in the lounge room and laid you there. He promised he would be back soon to take you home as your eyes slid shut and you drifted to sleep.

<3 Admin Bibi Hey! I didn’t kill anyone this time!

It Is What It Is || Jung Hoseok

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

AN: So this turned more into a mini novel, but I really really like how it turned out and I hope you guys too. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

It was your last year of high school, something you thought was supposed to be terrifying, but only ended up being amazing. This year surprised you the most, you were offered a place at the university you wanted, you had held outstanding grades, and you had some of the best friends in the entire world.

There was one best friend in particular that you had, who had made the last four years of your life beyond amazing. Who had turned your world upside down with his smile and made it something you could have never asked for. There was so much he gave you, and you would never be able to thank him properly for everything he had done.

Jung Hoseok had become your best friend in your freshman year, and it had stayed that way since then. The only difference between now and then, was now you found yourself lost in his eyes, waiting for every moment that he laughed so your brain could play it on repeat and you could listen to it forever. You had fallen in love with your best friend, and you loved everything about him.

Your attention drifted from the notebook you were writing in to the teacher who was standing at the front of the class. Even though your thoughts were elsewhere you were still managing to copy down the note to review for later. Multi-tasking was easy for you, especially when it involved thoughts of Hoseok.

As the teacher continued to drone on and on about the topic that you were studying, your eyes flickered up to the clock and you realized just how close class was to ending. Everyone around the class had already started packing up their things, and some people were even sitting with their heads down, not paying attention to the last few minutes of the lecture.

You decided it was time for yourself to pack up so you finished writing the last sentence for your notes and closed the front cover of your notebook. The teacher was about to start speaking again before the bell rang and you were dismissed from class. Student after student began rushing out of the class and you calmly followed the crowd.

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hoseok scenario | metallic snow

❝ You go to the mall looking for a present, and come home with a whole lot more ❞

➸ prompt: I’m desperate to find a particular item as a present, but it’s sold out everywhere. Luckily, I have you to help me out!

➸ pairing: android hoseok x reader

➸ requested by anon | 5.0k words | fluff, sci-fi au

You’ve been putting off going to the mall for a long time.

Ever since the city superstore got the latest instalments of android shop helpers, you’ve been too scared to venture inside. The new additions, updated for 2050, are just far too realistic, their plastic skin and woven hair terrifying you with their authenticity. Maybe you’re too old fashioned, but you’d rather go around the stores by yourself, without a high-tech replica of life following you around. That’s why you stick to the small shops by your house, the owners of which are still unable to afford the updates. You feel more at ease with only humans around you, preferring those who pump blood to those that pump oil.

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NO CRYING {Hobi Fluffy One Shot}

Hobi felt the breathing hitch in his throat as a single tear threatened to fall down his cheek. He was always one to cry, whether it be for happy or sad moments, he was always the one that started crying. Most of the time the guys would make fun of him, tell him to stop crying, pat him on the back, or find ways to get him to laugh, but today, they let it slide.

They all looked at each other as they watched Hobi’s lip quiver, Tae chuckled and nudged Yoongi, who simply rolled his eyes. But a sigh escaped Yoongi’s lips as he let his lips form a small smile. Today, all of the guys promised that they would let Hobi be Hobi. They wanted their hope, their angel, be completely happy today.

Straightening themselves out and looking at what Hobi saw, they all breathed in. Hobi tried to control the tears as his eyes met yours. Walking down the aisle, you smiled from behind the veil, your eyes glued to Hobi’s. He gave you a little thumbs up, which made the attendees let out a little laugh, but neither of you could hear them. You were both so entranced on one another.

When you got to the end of the aisle and handed your bouquet to the maid of honor, you looked back at Hobi. He smiled widely as a stray tear fell down his cheek. You gently lifted your hand and wiped it.

Hey, no crying today. You whispered to him as you laced your fingers with his, but he shook his head.

They’re happy tears. He replied with a large grin and the two of you turned to the priest as the wedding began.

Panic Attacks || Jung Hoseok

Word Count: 2.0k

Genre: Fluff

It was almost six in the afternoon when you got the phone call. The other person on the line sounded harried, as if there was something bad happening and they couldn’t control it. At the sound of Jungkook’s worried voice you couldn’t hold back the anxiety that wanted to flow underneath your skin. You took a deep breath, your eyes flicking to the clock in your office.

“Noona, it’s Hobi-hyung. He started freaking out, and nobody knows what to do, and they won’t let me see him, and it’s just– the other’s told me to call you and tell you to get here as soon as possible.” The words flowed out of Jungkook, some of the words being stuttered. You could tell how freaked out Jungkook was, as it was something the boys had never had to deal with before.

After having been with Hoseok for almost two and a half years you knew the ins and outs of his personality and who he was. Never had he ever had a panic attack in front of the others but there had been countless times where you had to talk him through it and calm him down. It was one of the reasons he loved you so much, and being able to be the one to help him made you feel better.

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Pretend Lane (ft. Hoseok)

Drabble Game prompt 23. “Just pretend to be my date.”

→ bestfriend!Hoseok in the BTSin10yearsAU aka fluffy fluff → 2.1k words

A/N: Highly recommended that you read the other installments first! (Aka Yoongi’s and Jimin’s); to be continued! :) 

Hoseok watches as you laugh and giggle with the other bridesmaids, and sips his wine. You look absolutely gorgeous, in your bridesmaid dress and your hair put up in an elegant bun. Although, he’s thought you were gorgeous no matter what you were wearing. 

It began years ago when you stumbled into his studio a few years ago, holding a box of papers and asked him who the owner of the dance studio was. You were the new interior designer that his manager had hired to help figure out the renovation details and plannings. Hoseok had ended up buying his manager hyung a pretty decently priced meal because he knew if somehow he hadn’t trusted his manager with the task of finding a designer, Hoseok would’ve never had the chance to meet you. 

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hoseok scenario | red faced

❝ Hoseok finds his elf costume embarrassing, and you find your little sister embarrassing ❞

➸ prompt: I work as Santa’s helper at the mall, and you’re visiting with your younger sibling.

➸ pairing: hoseok x reader

➸ requested by anon | 4.4k words | fluff, high school au

Hoseok would rather not let anyone from school see him like this. Especially not you.

With cheeks dusted with blusher and glitter, a red and green hat perched on his dyed hair, and fake elf ears taped to his own, this is one embarrassment he’d rather endure without you finding out about it. But money is a necessity, and he needs a job to keep him floating till college, so Hoseok finds himself posing as one of Santa’s little helpers every day till Christmas Eve.

So far, he’s only seen one or two school friends, and managed to duck behind the sculpted igloo to escape from them, hoping they’ll be distracted by the flashing lights, and by the screeching children. But being in the biggest (and only) mall in town, he knows he’ll see more people he knows as the holiday continues. He only hopes he doesn’t see you. The thought of that pushes up a blush below the make-up caked to his face. Despite being the class clown, there’s a certain type of embarrassment not even he is willing to put up with, especially not in front of his long-standing crush.

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safe | jhs

pairing: jung hoseok + reader

genre: fluff, humor + idol! au

word count: 0.9k

There’s a storm raging outside and you don’t know what to do, so your call you ray of sunshine to clear away the pouring rain. 

Reader’s POV

You sat against your door, wincing every now and then at the sound of thunder that slammed against your walls, creating an echo in the room.

Whimpering, you fumbled around your bed in the dark as you looked for your phone amongst the mess of blankets and pillows that surrounded you. Feeling the familiar touch of your phone, you grabbed it and dialed the first number that came to mind.

As a couple rings passed, they picked up, a cheerful voice on the other end saying,“ Y/N!!! What’s u—” when you interrupted in a frenzy. 

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She’s Oblivious, He’s Ridiculous | Hoseok

prompt: “I’m flirting with you.” from this drabble game [x]. Requested by anon (hi there friend!) For more, request here!

→ summary: Hoseok had a problem: there were only two days until prom, and he’s asked you nine times already but you really couldn’t take a hint. Luckily, Hoseok doesn’t know the meaning of giving up. → genre: Fluff, High School/Prom!AU → words: 4.1K (This got too long. Sorry anon lol.) → a/n: Honestly, I hate public promposals because they’re really embarrassing. But here’s Hobi doing it anyway because he looooves you. Enjoy!

In the words of the wise Min Yoongi, Hoseok could say that he was very much catastrophically fucked.

He was fucked because their prom was coming up in two days and Hoseok still did not have a date—but it wasn’t from his lack of trying.

In fact, he had promised himself that he would secure himself a date the moment prom season started in order to avoid the situation he was in from happening in the first place.

Unlike most of his awkward peers, he had been excited for prom. Rejection was a word he did not have in his dictionary; he was so sure you would say yes. He wasn’t going to fumble his words when he would utter the three most important syllables of his life (well, his life as of now. It was too early in the game to say the three other most important words to you. He had to be patient for that.) He wasn’t going to mess up because he had been planning his promposal ever since freshman year.

He had known ever since he had laid his eyes on your pretty face that you would be the one. No one else could ever begin to compare—it had to be you.

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hoseok scenario | silence to my noise

➸ prompt: Our dorms are right next to each other and you just came running into my room because you heard screaming followed by a loud THUNK, but its okay I just slammed my head against the desk in frustration…

➸ pairing: hoseok x reader

➸ requested by anon | 1.1k words | fluff

Hoseok has never seen your face.

He knows you exist. He’s seen traces of you, your dirty coffee mug in the shared dorm kitchen, he’s heard traces of you, your soft footsteps past his door, his seen signs you’re there. But he’s never actually seen you, and he’s beginning to wonder if there’s a reason his neighbour is avoiding him. It’s stressing him out. Do you hate him? Are you scared of him? What keeps you out of his sight, but forever on his mind?

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‘tis the season to be freezin’

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Is that Jung Hoseok drunken caroling outside of my window at 2 am?

Word Count: 3,621

Genre & Warnings: College Au, FLUFF. Hobi being adorable. Gratuitous use of Jane Eyre quotes. 

You heard Jung Hoseok before you saw his face. 

It was the first day of English Literature 1A, a class you needed for the credits, despite it having nothing to do with your major. Still, you did appreciate the classics, so you didn’t mind too much. You’d arrived a few minutes early in the hopes of getting a decent seat near the front, a hope that was fulfilled when you stepped in and saw only a handful of students. The professor wandered in not much later, and class began right on time. You zoned out a bit since the topic was Jane Eyre, a book you’ve read countless times as well as watched every movie adaption there was. You could recite the story in your sleep. 

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Youth // Jung Hoseok

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the prompt: could you make a Prince Hoseok fanfic? It’d be nice if it were fluffy (Hobie’s been getting all up in my feels as of late) but I have nothing specific in mind. the au i based this scenario off of: i’m in an arranged marriage but i’m in love with the sibling help

words: 3056

category: fluff + minimal angst

author note: hobi is always in my feels ngl. he’s just so happy and handsome and can we talk about the fact that hobi is the definition of husband material? my sister and i talk about that a lot. anyway, enjoy!

- destinee

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Run! // Jung Hoseok

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the prompt: can I have the ‘were best friends and I stole a dragon egg’ au with j-hope? Thanks if you do write it! based on this prompt: “you’ve been my best friend for years, and I can tell you anything, right? good, because I sort of stole a dragon egg.”

words: 1544

category: hogwarts!au + friendship scenario

author note: so i rlly wanted to start a hogwarts series based on namjoon’s sorting (since i disagreed with most of it and it’ll be a challenge) so i thought why not start with hobi? this request seemed to fit perfectly so i took it. also, this is a friendship scenario, not a relationship scenario. it’s my first time writing one but i liked how it turned out. hope you do too.

I’ll probably make a pt 2 eventually (there’s a reason I only made them fifth years) also loOk at the gif wow.

- destinee

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Confessions are best given under pressure (jhs)

Working as a makeup stylist and keeping a crush on Hoseok a secret isn’t easy when Taehyung and Jungkook has made it their mission to get you two together.

Word count: 3300

Genre: fluff

Masterlist 

A/N: I am so soft for this man. The fact that I haven’t written for him yet is an abomination! 

To my lovely @spookidema 💜 I hope a little Hobi can cheer you up 💕

Leaning in over Jungkook’s sleeping features to apply his eye-makeup you snuck a look at Hoseok across the room, where he was joking around with Jimin, dancing and singing along to some song they had blasting from Jimin’s phone. As Hoseok body rolled against Jimin with a sultry look, Jimin broke out in a laugh, making your heart swell and a soft smile spread on your lips.

Only a few minutes ago, Jimin had been sitting on the couch, hood up, and phone covering him from the outside world. Cue Hobi. It had only taken him 30 seconds to get Jimin’s giggles to ring out through the room.

Absentmindedly applying the eyeshadow to Jungkooks eyelids, you felt your stomach do a somersault, when Hoseoks own laugh joined Jimins.

“I can do my own makeup, if it interrupts you dreaming about Hoseok-hyung,” Jungkook suddenly spoke up, snapping you back to the task at hand and the eyeshadow you had applied way too heavily while you were sneaking looks at Hoseok. The maknae was grinning at you knowingly, making you groan in exasperation.

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one night light

one night light

✩masterlist✩

→ pairings: choreographer!hoseok x singlemom!reader

→ genre: fluff! + maybe a little bit of angst??

→ summary: Hoseok has been living his very own version of a perfect life. Unlike some of his best friends, this doesn’t include a happy marriage, adorable kids, or even a stable relationship. All he would ever need was music, dancing, and of course, the parties. Now what happens when he gets a wake up call from reality when the door rings approximately six years after his last one night stand?

→ a/n: hoseok’s turn! although, daddy hoseok isn’t the kind of daddy that you’re thinking of

will start after daddy diaries! it connects to daddy diaries, and so will the other boys’ stories! so if you loved daddy diaries, give this one a go :)

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intro

part one: please hyungie

part two: do you want an autograph

part three: must be a crazy fan

part four: uncle joonie, who that

part five: d*ddy

part six: wtf wtf wtf

part seven: taste

part eight: daddy-daughter time

part nine: uwu !!!

part ten: hey mommy

part eleven: ur stupid lol

part twelve: das okay

part thirteen: little family

part fourteen: spoke it into existence

part fifteen: hoseok sent a photo

part sixteen: be still my heart

part seventeen: coward

part eighteen: feelings

part nineteen: beachy

part twenty: home

part twenty-one: family

part twenty-two: goodbyes

part twenty-three: doubt

part twenty-four: bittersweet

part twenty-five: goodnight

part twenty-six: past is in the past

part twenty-seven: where’s the trust

part twenty-eight: face to face

finale

epilogue

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hoseok: nayun_mom

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namjoon: 2ah.in

jungkook: tokki.daram

jin: wooju_mom]

A Memory Without You

➜ Words: 10.4k

➜ Genres: 50% Fluff, 50% Angst, Superpower!AU

➜ Summary: Jung Hoseok is your saviour. Sure, he might just be a government worker tasked to investigate your life and ask a bunch of intrusive questions with his little clipboard, but he’s also the key to solving your troubles. You just hope he still remembers you when it’s all over.

➜ Warnings: Mentions to mental illnesses and discussions on issues related to memory loss.

Cr.

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Perfect

Hoseok x Reader

Fluff

Word Count: 1,348

Warnings: None

Synopsis: You find Hoseok passed out on your couch one day when you come home from work.

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The sun barely bled in through half-closed window curtains lightly dusting over the tan wood floors of your shared apartment when you entered just past 4 pm. You were exhausted, your bones weighing down until your feet nearly dragged along the entrance where you struggled to even toe off your loafers. You loved your students, you did, but if you never saw another screaming ten year old again, you wouldn’t complain.

It had all started with a set of markers. Not their markers, mind you, but your markers that you kept for students who didn’t have anything more than a pencil or pen so they could color code the different parts of speech. One student had demanded a green marker that another student had already taken and a fight ensued over who got to keep it, despite the fact that you had at least five different green markers in the box. It was a tantrum, you knew that, but it still didn’t stop the headache that followed.

You deposited said green marker on the hallway table along with your keys and satchel bag as one foot went behind you to kick the front door closed. Enveloped in the silent air of your apartment, you released one hefty sigh of relief before noticing another noise joining you in the silence.

Snores barely audible directed your attention to the large navy sectional that took up a good portion of your living room. A blanket spilled over the edge along with a bare leg while tufts of disheveled brown hair poked over the armrest where your matching cream decorative pillow lay pressed between it and a tired head. It was then that you noticed another pair of sprawled shoes next to yours and another set of keys lying on the hall table.

Hoseok was home.

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Mulled Wine

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 2k

; Synopsis: Christmas is a time for happiness, joy and love. Your first Christmas with Hoseok isn’t spent with him, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get to enjoy it without him.

; A/N: Just a little drabble I knocked up. I didn’t proof read it but…I just wanted some soft Hobi so…enjoy I guess? Please reblog and like if you enjoyed and let me know what you thought! I’m in a bit of a writing slump so…<3

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The lingering scent of Christmas dinner enriches the air around you, letting your mind wander back to the delicious meal you’d eaten only an hour before. Your stomach is slightly tender and swollen from the extortionate amount of food you’ve eaten, but you refuse to feel guilty over it.

It’s Christmas…it’s the time to overindulge and eat enough food to make yourself thoroughly sick the next day.

And god dammit, your mom’s cooking was delicious. So you had savoured every bite from your plate, enjoying the burst of flavours that evoked memories of previous years with fondness. Plus, it was always lovely to have a meal that you hadn’t made yourself. Food always tastes better that way.

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the hyper hurricane | jhs

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—Hobi’s Girl

after attending a bts concert and very clearly catching one of the members’ attention, you can’t help but get flooded with hate comments once people find your twitter account. who would’ve thought that would be the reason jung hoseok would find his concert girl, too.

pairing: jung hoseok x army!reader

genre: social media au, fluff, crack, angst

status: completed

updates: wednesdays and saturdays between 5 and 6pm est!

keys:

✏️ written part

✒️ drabble after the texts

tag list: CLOSED

a/n: hello! this is my first time ever doing this so i’m sorry if it’s shitty 🤧 but i got this idea and i really like it, so i hope you do too and please let me know what you think! 💞

🌻 part one - profiles

🌻 part two - noticed by The Mans

🌻 part three - mang headband girl

🌻 part four - i’m slapping you

🌻 part five - i knew it wasn’t me

🌻 part six - nooo don’t fight

🌻 part seven - notice me again senpai

🌻 part eight - rumor has it

🌻 part nine - y/n’s your girl

🌻 part ten - @ [redacted]

🌻 part eleven - we lost him pt.2

🌻 part twelve - whipped

🌻 part thirteen - anyway… selfie? 🥺

🌻 part fourteen - let’s go out tonight

🌻 part fifteen ✏️ - mint choco

🌻 part sixteen - we?

🌻 part seventeen ✒️ - i’m staying here

🌻 part eighteen - packing ✈️

🌻 part nineteen - the L word

🌻 part twenty - sad and turned on

↳ bonus - i don’t take it back

🌻 part twenty one ✏️ - enamoured

🌻 part twenty two - j-hope can’t stop us

🌻 part twenty three - rip mang 😔💔

🌻 part twenty four - you can trust him

🌻 part twenty five - broken friendships

🌻 part twenty six ✒️ - oxygen? idk her

🌻 part twenty seven - whiny thinkerbell

🌻 part twenty eight - guess what

🌻 part twenty nine ✒️ - i want a divorce

🌻 part thirty - soulmate senses

🌻 part thirty one - wish you were here

🌻 part thirty two - i miss you

🌻 part thirty three - hobi and y/n

🌻 part thirty four - leave her out of this

🌻 part thirty five - the kpop guy

↳ bonus - who’s [redacted] :(

🌻 part thirty six - block her number

🌻 part thirty seven - another lawsuit

🌻 part thirty eight - gotta go kill a snake

🌻 part thirty nine ✏️ - you and i

🌻 part forty - no more @hobisyn

🌻 part forty one ✒️ - priceless

🌻 part forty two - i’ll let him live

🌻 part forty three - one year

🌻 epilogue ✒️ - yes

more bonus parts because why not:

🌻 bonus one ✏️ - better namjoon-ie than that hasung guy