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I saw a tweet the other day that said something along the lines of "I don't care if it's fanfiction that shit gets gooood." The fic is one example. I have ways to go but, this is AMAZING storytelling and no one can tell me otherwise ! I'll write an essay on it if i have to deadass jdjsjjdjs

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⤕ as part of the Once Upon A Fantasy collab with @jamaisjoons @yoonia @inkedtae @kookdiaries @kth1 and @opaljm  | banner by the lovely @jamaisjoons | thank you to @xjoonchildx​ @inkedtae​ and @sugaurora​ for reading this over and being so incredibly encouraging. every single word of praise helped me get through this. i cannot express how grateful i am for you! ⤕ Pairing: Emperor!Hoseok x Court Musician!Reader (inspired by The Nightingale by Hans Christian Anderson) ⤕ Genre: fantasy retelling; fantasy au; soulmate au; romance, angst, smut, horror, angst with a happy ending ⤕ Rating: NC-17 ⤕ Summary: Hoseok has spent his whole life promising and swearing that one day he will marry you. After rejecting an arranged marriage with the High Princess from a neighboring kingdom, the scorned Princess uses her dark magic to curse Hoseok into falling in love with her in an effort to usurp the throne. Heartbroken, you flee the empire. When the world is plunged into permanent night, you start to know it is down to Hoseok’s curse. When you receive word Hoseok has fallen deathly ill, you start to wonder if anyone can save him at all. ⤕ Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; graphic depictions of violence; graphic depictions of blood; discussion of death; graphic depictions of murder; depictions of hoseok dying; vaginal fingering; cum play; semi-public sex; loss of virginity; virgin sex; pain kink; size kink; impreg kink; impregnation; blow jobs; hand jobs; pregnancy kink; body worship; breast play; nipple play; creampie; dirty talk; unprotected sex; manipulation; betrayal; arranged marriage themes; crying; begging; marking; scratching; biting; politics; blood; cum swallowing; teasing; passionate sex; wedding night sex; depictions of ptsd; depictions of depression; loneliness; sadness ⤕ Word Count: 60K

Hoseok was born at the first crest of new dawn.

In the Emperor’s quarters he was placed into his mother’s waiting arms, the rich crimson slivers of morning light breaching the boreal curtains at the same moment her tears spilled from the corners of her eyes. Kneeling anxiously at her bedside, his father pressed his fingers to his lips in nervous silence.

A passing sensation of greed claimed him entirely, wanting the entire world, and all the light inside it, for the small bundle who only cried in the same instant he took his first breath. Words evaded him; too much rapture, too much pleasure, too much love and, all at once, the terrible, insurmountable fear the comfort of his family’s existence would soon disappear.

Hoseok’s mother, so content and at peace as her newborn son settled into the valley of her breasts, did not find any cause for worry. She had been blessed with an angel, and angels ride the wings of sunlight. Instead, she smiled at her husband, casting a reassuring glance as she pressed a kiss to the soft tuft of hairs at his head where his crown would eventually rest.

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Ghost Town

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Hoseok x Female Reader

“I’m not taking any of your shit. Come down at once.”

Hobi could be really stubborn at times. I wondered what he wanted from me now. Didn’t I tell him how upset I was today?

“Ta da!” Hobi exclaimed with joy showing off the new bicycle he had bought.

“You want me to go with you at this hour?” I asked in the most annoyed voice possible.

Hobi didn’t seem to mind at all. He nodded his head with utmost energy and with the brightest of smiles on his lip.

“It’s 3 o’clock!” I shook my watch on the wrist in front of him.

“So, what? It’s not everyday I make a request. Now, c’mon!”

I had to take out my own bicycle and took off with him. It felt like as if I was running away from my home. Running away with my lover to a strange place. No! I actually felt like the opposite. I was running away from the strange world to my home.

“Let’s speed up, shall we?” Hobi called from ahead of me.

“Yeah!” I shouted back, now enjoying every minute of it.

Then we were peddling faster and faster. Around the familiar city with the familiar houses and street lights. But with no people around it, it felt like a complete new place to me. It felt like we were roaming around a thousand years old town, home to only the dead spirits.

“Hobi!” I shouted through the strong wind, as I felt my mood lifting, “Thank you very much!”

In reply he just said, “Oh, shut up!” and sped up even faster ahead of me.

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When ChatG** writes a BTS fanfiction!!

So I took @yoongiphoria's lead and asked chatG** to write a fanfiction on Hobi. here is the result! I can't stop laughing!!

Title: "Lost in Hope World"

J-Hope was always the cheerful and energetic member of BTS, always spreading hope and positivity wherever he went. But one day, something strange happened. J-Hope suddenly vanished, leaving no trace behind. The rest of BTS searched everywhere for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Just when they had almost given up hope, they received a strange message from J-Hope himself. The message led them to a secret location where they found a portal to another dimension - the Hope World.

The Hope World was a place filled with all the things J-Hope loved and was passionate about. There was music, dance, art, and joy everywhere they looked. But as they explored further, they discovered that J-Hope was trapped in the world and couldn't find a way out.

The members of BTS were determined to save J-Hope and bring him back to the real world. They encountered many challenges and obstacles along the way, but they didn't give up. They knew that J-Hope was counting on them.

Finally, after many trials and tribulations, they were able to find J-Hope and bring him back to the real world. He was overjoyed to be back with his members, and they were all happy to have their cheerful leader back.

J-Hope was grateful for the love and support of his members and promised to continue spreading hope and positivity wherever he went. From that day on, BTS was stronger than ever, and the world was filled with even more hope and happiness.

The end.

(not bad tho, just there is no fan in this fanfiction. and also chatG** is a little wrong about the leader part.)

Hoseok

Some Hoseok oneshots that I've read on Tumblr

- A Silent Heart Still Beats 

Hoseok bullied you for a year because you’re mute. But karma always has a way of getting back at people. Ten years after high school graduation, you meet Hoseok in an unexpected place, and he’s become a completely different person.

Flawless Wires

Summary: “All that he invested in goes straight to hell” - The Neighborhood (Wires)

Genre: Idol AU, ANGST, fluff if you squint really hard

Warnings: Drug usage, language, Implied EDs, ANGST, fainting, suffering, implied self harm, people are extremely rude, betrayal…, poisoning, minor character death

❁ Hear My Voice vlogger!au 

summary: Hoseok needs to vent out about his life, he chooses to do it on a vlog.

Cowards In The Night//JHS

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Married AU

[Something went bump in the night, and now it's up to you two to find out what it was. The only problem is, unlike most functioning adults, you two are cowards]

A short one, lol. It was fun to make.

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It was the middle of any normal night. You were curled up next to Hoseok, who was lightly holding onto your sleeve in his sleep, pulling you slightly towards him.

There wasn't a single sound in the house. You two shifted a little closer, close enough for you to rest your head on his chest, but that was it.

You were just getting to the good part of your dream, when suddenly a huge crash rang out from downstairs. Hoseok's head immediately shot out from under the covers.

You two looked at each other and just... stared.

"What was that?" You finally broke the silence.

"I don't know."

He slowly lowered himself back into bed and put a hand around you. To protect himself or you, you weren't sure, you were just thankful for the extra covering.

But you two barely had time to adjust your positions when another crash rang out, this time larger than the rest.

This time Hoseok sat up, clutching onto the covers. You adjusted yourself so you were behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder as if he was your shield. He desperately looked as if he wanted to switch positions, but he didn't really have a choice.

"Can you go see what it is?" You asked him, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"Yeah... yeah sure." He cracked his neck to the side and seemed as if he was going to get up, but he didn't move. "Do I have to go...?" He whined.

"You're an adult!" You pushed him lightly.

"So are you..."

"But I asked you first."

He groaned and turned around to face you. "It's probably nothing anyway, we can just ignore-"

Something dropped downstairs and a loud sound rang out, louder than before.

"ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!!" You both screamed at the same time. Turns out after years of being married you had picked up each others habits.

You lost the round, and Hoseok smirked, thinking you would go down to see what it was. You'd think after years of loving you, he would know you a little better, because you simply sunk into your covers again.

He laid down next to you, curling up into a ball.

"You're not going to go, are you?"

"Nope."

"Well I'm not either."

You both could've fallen asleep like that, when you were greeted by yet another crash from downstairs.

"Y/n, someone has to go!"

"Then you go!"

"But you lost the round!"

"No."

"What do you mean no!?"

You hid under the covers while Hoseok stared at your curled up figure. He lifted the covers up and you stared up at him, not saying anything.

After a couple seconds you tugged the covers back down, wrapping them around you and huddling up in your little cove so he couldn't annoy you anymore.

You smiled to yourself, knowing damn well he was going to go anyway.

"Fine," he huffed, and you felt the bed shift as he got off.

You lay there, hoping Hoseok would deal with it and come back quickly. It got lonely in bed :(

Sleep started drifting over you, pressing down on your eyelids and slowing your heartbeat. Your breath slowed down and your mouth twisted into a smile as you escaped to dreamland, the land of marshmallows, clouds and screams.

Screams?

"FUCK!!"

You sat up in bed, ears perked. Was that-?

"Y/NNN-"

-yeah that was Hoseok.

You jumped out of bed, stumbling over you shoes, and sprinted down the stairs. Making a quick stop in the kitchen you grabbed some utensil and ran into the living room.

"What happened!?"

Hoseok sat curled up on the sofa, staring at the wooden spoon in your hand.

"Something ran past my feet :("

"What?"

"I heard a sound and then something ran past my feet."

"You screamed because of a... a rat?"

"THERE'S A RAT!?"

You sighed and started put the spoon down on a nearby table. "Let's just go to sleep."

Hoseok stood up, looking remarkably like a wonky ballerina as he tried to side-step any non-existent rats that might pass by his feet.

Just as you turned around to head back upstairs, there was a loud crash and you grabbed the spoon off the table, both of you snapping your heads towards the basement door.

You exchanged glances with Hoseok and slowly started walking towards the door.

"Ladies first..." Hoseok whispered once you had reached it, holding open the door for you.

You shook your head and patted his shoulder, pushing him in front of you. He snuck down the stairs, keeping one hand reluctantly on the wall.

He poked his head round the corner once he reached the bottom and you did the same, keeping one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.

You couldn't see anything, but something caught Hoseok's eye and the next second he groaned and sat down on the stairs.

"What? What did you see?" You asked him.

He simply gestured to the basement so you stepped in front of him and guess what you saw?

Hoseok's dog, Mickey, and your cat, Luna, had gone batshit crazy and were running around the room, knocking everything over. Mickey was creating a mess on the floor while Luna made sure to knock over every priceless object she saw on the shelves.

You started laughing and looked back at Hoseok, who had propped his chin up on his hand.

"Who's gonna clean that up?" he asked.

You fell silent and stared at the huge mess they had created.

"We'll leave that for tomorrow."

And with that, you two went back upstairs and collapsed onto your bed.

You two were both asleep, one arm around each other. Just as you reached the best part of your dream-

CRASH

You both awoke with messy hair and droopy eyes to see where the sound had come from. You looked under the bed and sure enough, Luna was curled up with Mickey, both of them were sound asleep.

You and Hoseok stared at each other, neither of you daring to break the silence.

"Wait, I got it." Hoseok stood up and walked up to the door. With one swift movement, he locked it and jumped back into bed, curling up under the blanket.

"We're probably gonna get robbed, you know that, right?"

"Mhm."

"So it's all good?"

"All good."

You smiled to yourself and moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Goodnight, my buffoon of a husband."

"I love you too, my idiot wife."

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This is very well written. I had to read it in batches because I am still recovering from the hospital but it was well worth it!💜💜💜

Fake Love | Jung Hoseok (M)

PAIRING: Jung Hoseok x F!Reader, mentions of Namjin

GENRE: Fake dating AU, enemies to lovers, fluff, smut, minor angst

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, dirty talk, slight dom!Hoseok

WORD COUNT: 16.2k

DESCRIPTION: Every year, your family spends the holidays at your parents’ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoon’s roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.

I should get up, you think to yourself. Daylight is precious in the dead of winter, and you’ve probably already wasted at least half of it wallowing in self-pity. You’re lying in bed, duvet pulled high over your head, wondering exactly how and when your life took such a left turn.

Breakups have never been easy for you. You’d always had trouble when it came to dating—you’d always described yourself as the girl that no one would fall in love with, but who had a lot of friends. You were social, flitting around with ease between one group of friends to another, but you had always wondered if your absence would be noted if you were to just stop showing up to parties or work functions.

But then you met Jackson.

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Afterglow - JHS

Pairing: Husband!HoseokX Wife!Reader

A follow-up drabble of Girl Crush

Theme: Angst, arranged marriage au, hurt to comfort au, little bit of fluff

Wordcount: 1.6k+

Request: "Afterglow with hoseok. Where the reader and hoseok had a fight, and hoseok walked out, which left the reader thinking about the argument. thank uu💓"

Summary: Hoseok looks at you, smiles at you, and makes conversations with you unlike Yoongi. Hoseok’s eyes are full of warmth and adoration for you unlike Yoongi. Hoseok feels for you, unlike Yoongi.

Based on Afterglow by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: angst, reader was previously divorced, argument, some annoying aunties, mentions of divorce, past relationship, broken marriage, that's all

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: You guys are really persistent. Most of you wanted a follow up of Girl Crush. But I had 0 mind of doing so. So, I turned this request in a drabble and made it into the part 2. Hope you guys like it. And no more parts will be added to this.

If there are 100 people in this room right now, then 80 of them want to be at your place, in your shoes. But you would sign your soul to the devil to be anyone else other than yourself. 

You are not being cocky, neither ignorant… you just can’t take it anymore. 

Being rich doesn’t mean you are the happiest person in the world, but quite the opposite. At least in your case.  

Being rich means losing your right of loving a person and being loved by them as you are nothing but a pawn that is to be exchanged at the right time through the right deal. 

Being rich also means you will be traded again and again even if you are a worn out, old, rugged piece because there would be someone always trying to buy you at the lowest possible price. 

That’s how you landed on your second arranged marriage (as if the first one had not broken you enough), your second husband and this is the second time you feel like you are falling and breaking, crushing your soul, exhausting your emotions to its extent. 

Three years ago you got married to Min Yoongi, someone you loved and someone who loved someone else. 

It’s been two years since you divorced Yoongi. It’s been two years since you walked out of his home with a broken heart.  

Yes, your love life certainly didn’t gain anything out of your and Yoongi’s broken marriage but your father gained what he was promised with.

For a year, you tended your broken heart, your insecurities, you made yourself believe in the fact that you indeed deserved to be loved. Just because your first husband didn’t love you, doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. 

Just when you were at the peak of your healing, your father decided to sell you off once again. This time to a larger empire, holding more power, more wealth and endless benefits for your company.  

“It’s only been a year since my divorce, appa! How can you sell me off once again?” You had cried, screamed at your father for the very first time in 27 years of your life.

“Dal, Mr. Jung made the proposition. He said you have caught his son’s eyes! How could I say no?” he reasoned. 

You didn’t say anything more that night. For once you contemplated running away somewhere far from all of this. But your rationality didn’t allow you to leave your old father embarrassed and helpless. So you stayed.  

And, this is how you ended up here, tugged at the side of Jung Hoseok, your husband. 

Hoseok looks up at you with apologetic eyes and you know he is sorry. 

This is one of the thousands of differences you have found between your married life with Yoongi and your married life with Hoseok. 

Hoseok looks at you, smiles at you, and makes conversations with you unlike Yoongi. Hoseok’s eyes are full of warmth and adoration for you unlike Yoongi. 

Hoseok feels for you, unlike Yoongi. 

But the question is do you feel anything for him? You don’t know. 

Or maybe you do but you are way too afraid to start feeling again, to start loving again. 

“But darling, why her? She divorced her previous husband within a year!” Mrs. Lee, one of the shareholders of Jung Group of Companies, exclaims in her high-pitched voice. Even though she’s trying to keep her voice as low as possible, or at least pretending to do so, you can hear her clearly.   

The hold of your drink goes tight. Mr. Kang is complementing how good you are looking tonight but you can barely hear anything. All you can hear are the taunts that the old snitch is throwing at you. 

“Mrs. Lee, it’s business.” you hear Hoseok saying and all of a sudden everything around you turns dark. 

You whip your head to meet Hoseok’s eyes but he is avoiding looking at you. 

Within seconds your vision starts blurring. So, the impromptu dates, the youtube recipes, the sweet gifts, that luxurious honeymoon, those late night beers.. Everything was for business? 

You were wrong the entire time you thought you had seen love in Hoseok’s eyes? 

All.. all of it was business?

Or was it pity? 

Hoseok knows everything about Yoongi and you. Is that why he treated you kindly?

Your life feels like a lie and once again.. You see your hopes crumbling down like a house made of cards. 

“Why?” you throw your purse on the couch and stand abruptly in the middle of the living room. 

Tears stream down your face. You successfully suppressed your anger for the better part of the night but it is impossible to do so anymore. Since you and your so-called husband are alone now, he better answer your questions. 

The tremble in your voice hints Hoseok that you are crying. He takes long strides and reaches where you are. 

Placing a hand on your shoulders, he turns you around and murmurs, “Y/N? What-” 

He tries to wipe your tears away but you swat his hand, “why were you always so kind to me? Why? Because it’s business or is it because you pity me?” 

“Y/N.. No. it’s not what you think. I told her-”  Hoseok tries to hold your trembling form with both of his hands but you push him away as harshly as possible. 

“You told her because it’s true. All of those gifts and dates and dinners.. Everything, everything was a lie!” screaming at the top of your lungs, you break down. 

Hoseok runs towards you, tries to hold you in his embrace. 

“Don’t.. Don’t fucking touch me!” you seethe through anger. Hoseok retreats. 

“Okay, I won’t.” He replies calmly but you can see his eyes filling bit by bit, “but just so you know, you were never business for me. Mrs. Lee only shut up because I said what she wanted to hear and she is not a family or a friend so I would have to explain the truth to her.” 

“No- don’t. Don’t lie!” your voice comes out harsher than you intended to.

“You think I am lying because I said something insignificant to someone insignificant just today but what about everything I did to make you realize how I feel for you?” Hoseok’s voice trembles. And it hurts you but you are hurt as well. 

“You don’t feel anything for me. And you, too, should know that I don’t and won’t feel anything for you.” your heart breaks at the lie you throw at your husband but the way tears run down his face.. It instantly makes you feel like a criminal. 

“Is that so?” he asks, sniffing once, “then.. I should leave you alone.” 

Before you can register what’s happening, you hear Hoseok walking out of the door and shutting it loudly enough to signify his departure. 

And then you start wailing, loudly. Your cries fill the empty space of your apartment as you realize you are all alone once again. 

Staring at the moon always brings you solace but tonight it doesn’t. Your mind keeps playing whatever happened a few hours ago and how hoseok left the house. 

He has always been so kind to you, from the very first day you two met at a charity gala, some five or six years back. You didn’t really acknowledge his presence much as you were always busy admiring Yoongi from afar. 

You remember Hoseok once saying that he looked at you while you looked at Yoongi. You were not sure what he tried to mean but that was the first time your heart took an erratic pace in a while.  

A phone suddenly starts vibrating, pulling you out of your thoughts. But it’s not yours. Your eyes find the glowing object near by the door. It’s Hoseok’s phone, which he probably dropped on his way out. 

When you reach the object and pick it up, the screen glows again. There are a couple of notifications, which you clear for seeing the background. 

It’s a photo from your honeymoon. The photographer ajussi forced you to stand closer and place a sweet kiss on Hoseok’s cheeks. He blushed hard that time. 

Sobs start spilling from your throat as soon as you realize what you have done, what you have lost. 

You blew things out of proportion, you put him in jail for something he didn't do. You unloaded all of your insecurities on the man who only loved you.

Clutching his phone on your chest, you start crying again. It’s you who burned things down. It’s you who hurt Hoseok. And now you have lost him, really lost him. 

The door clicks open, forcing you to look up from your crouched position. 

“Y/N..” it’s him, it’s your man, it’s your husband, Jung Hoseok. 

He walks towards you but then remembering something he takes a step back. 

His eyes are red. You know he has been crying just like you.

“I- I forgot my phone-” 

Before he could end his sentence, you leaped at him. You hold him tightly in your embrace. Hiding your face in his chest, you cry, cry and cry. Hoseok holds you back and starts sobbing with you. 

“I love you. I fucking love you so much that it hurts, Y/N. It hurts when you don’t understand, when you turn blind eye.” He says as he strokes your hair softly. 

“I- I was afraid, Hoseok. What if I was wrong again. What if- what if you didn’t-”

“I always did, Y/N. I have loved you for a long time. I loved you when you were a bachelor and I loved you when you got married. I loved you when you divorced him. And I loved you when we took vows. I still love you and I always will.”   

“I love you too, Hoseok.” you finally confess and it feels euphoric. You must have found utopia where the person you love, loves you back. 

Hoseok leans down, seals your lips with his and now you know… You have found your forever. You have found your afterglow. 

a bit about forgetfulness | jhs.

pairing. none really

genre/prompt. alien! au

word count. 600+

content.  none questionable

synopsis. Hoseok has a very different idea of who’s in the wrong here. 

writer’s note. written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Net’s writing bingo! This was a quick little thing I had in mind that I wanted to get out. I plan to make bigger alien fics though maybe one for each member since I really love those kinds of aus.

-x-

“Now, why are you glaring at me?” said the red-haired boy across from you whilst rolling his eyes. You scowled at his answer, clear distaste showing across your features just like the hour prior. He really didn’t see what was wrong with what he did, huh?

“Well, gee, let me think Hoseok! First of all, you drak all the almond milk and left the two other types of milk completely untouched—three cartons by the way, if I needed to remind you-- in the fridge. Then, you clogged the toilet with your… your powers just because you thought it would be funny to see my reaction and now well I don’t know, my roommate is right in front of me acting like he doesn’t know me and looks genuinely concerned! I don’t know Hoseok, it doesn’t seem too farfetched to think that the fact that Jungkook is looking at me like I kidnapped him is your fault! Call it a hunch!” Your statement ended in frustrated screaming as he looked at you with a expression that could be described as guilt mixed with mirth and that only served to fuel your potent fury at your unexpected new roommate. Hoseok was an alien, in simple terms. He referred to himself as an “intergalactic being whose sole purpose is to reignite the Earth with its needed life-force”, but you stopped listening at the big word “intergalactic”. He said he came from the universe over, his planet deeming him most fit to do this role. When he introduced himself, his name was a series of clicking and whistling, and your puny college student brain could not manage to do such a thing any time you wanted to call him so he was simply Hoseok for now. He was well-versed in the English language, though, another attribute that won his superiors over for this mission. Even if he didn’t know the certain word for something, he’d simply use a scenario or a sentence to describe the word he’s looking for and you’d be able to provide, the only real up-side for you to being an English major.

He scrunched his nose and looked at the slightly disheveled younger man sitting on the floor, now coaxed with an ice cream cone and a Switch from his earlier “who are you?! Where am I?!” tangent. If there was anything to calm the younger man from anything during the scorching months of summer, it’d be the banana ice cream cones from the corner store. The Animal Crossing villagers’ language as his character interacted with them was all that rang through the apartment as his brain whirred to formulate a coherent, stutter-less response and his above-average-sized “heart” beat. It took several moments before he met your eyes and simply muttered a guilt laced “I’m sorry”. The roll of your eyes caused him to at least try and defend the Jungkook situation.

“Well, about the chi—err, Jungkook… He had asked, quite enthusiastically if I may add, to see some of my powers and I had planned to simply change his hair color. As you can probably assess, however, my mind… what is it…? Bu… ‘Bugged’ out? Is that the right word? Anyways… since my mind inflicted it with no set ill intent, however, it is most probably that his… amnesia? Forgetfulness will wear off in twenty-four hours or so. Most probably, anyway,” he finished, letting out an awkward cough at you clear distaste at the fact that he wasn’t even sure that your precious little roommate would ever remember you again. You needed Jungkook to pay his part of rent and if he can’t remember anything, he can’t do anything to pay it. So, you were in trouble and so was he. Essentially, Hoseok royally screwed up and you were on the very verge of evicting his otherworldly ass out. It’s not like he paid rent anyway.

“Well, lady, I may not know you, but you sure do know your way into a man’s heart, I’ll tell you that,” spoke up Jungkook from his sitting position on the floor, eyes still glued to the screen. Jungkook’s phase when you had first met of having an infatuation with you was finally happening again. All you could do was groan helplessly and hope that Hoseok was right.

-o-

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