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what is with this universe and mornings afters. god. that’s survivor’s guilt hits especially strong with no coffee to chase it with.
I love this sm.
Hope
Written as an extremely belated bday gift for @we-hate-bts (I know this is the direct opposite of everything you asked for… oops I promise I’ll write you something better later LOL)
A sort of companion piece to Last Nite. Hoseok zombie apocalypse!AU
Warnings: violence, gore, and mentions of death
Word Count: 8,870
In late spring, the sun doesn’t begin to dip below the horizon until much later in the day, giving you time to relish the warmth of the sun’s rays on your back as you search for firewood to make camp with. You’re trudging through a dense patch of brush when you come across a thorny scattering of wild blackberries. Enthused by the unexpected stroke of luck, you quickly pull a blackberry off the stem, careful not to prick yourself, and pop it directly into your mouth.
Sweetness floods your taste buds and you can’t help but let out a low moan. It’s been too long since you’ve tasted fresh fruit. Nearly falling over in haste, you rush closer to the blackberry vines and eagerly pluck as many as you can fit into your knapsack, not caring that some of the berries are still too pink to eat.
It doesn’t take long until the vines are picked clean and your hands and mouth stained purple with juice. Your stomach is bulging at this point—a pleasant but unusual circumstance that makes you hum with satisfaction.
There’s a bounce in your step as you turn back to your camp and strike up a fire with your gathered firewood. The weather’s not cold enough to necessitate a fire for more than an hour or so—just long enough to warm the rest of the can of beans in your bag. As you wait for the beans to smoke in the fire, you carefully sort through the contents of your knapsack. Three beans, four yams, and two peaches left. If you ration this out, it should last you for another week—long enough to find the next grocery store to raid. Luckily you’ve come across these blackberries so the next week should pass rather comfortably.
Content with your calculations, you place all the food back in your bag and take out your worn out katanas for inspection. One of them got lodged fairly deep in a walker’s skull this morning. It had taken a full minute of tugging to get it loose. You take your bandana and wet it in your precious drinking water in order to wipe off a layer of the foul, crusting blood off the steel.
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oh my god
TAE TAKE THE STAGE AND MAKE IT YOUR OWN!!!
honestly, at this point i want tae to end up being the endgame but without hurting jisoo. i hope yoongi/namjoon can keep her happy and content. cuz she deserves it.
all i can say is wait until seulgi is back, bc i really want her to rim these idiots a new one.
jin, jk and jimin fucked up. like okay, jin was just materialistic and shallow so understood.
but, jk with the whole gifts and watch and the possessiveness after being the one to chase her and make the first move? the whole thing about his mum dating assholes? boy tried so hard to not tolerate the hurt, he embodied it and became the very thing he despised. all for some petty validation from delinquents who aren’t worth a pebble.
hobi tho, oof! i feel like, he should’ve breached the topic and hinted to have a word with jimin right when it happened so there was no lying on his side whatsover. bc now, how is one to look at you and not see you as a part of deception. how much of the efforts were genuine and how much out of fear?
jimin tho, oh! It hurts. this was a safe place. one of a kind bond, non-replaceable. so much love and care was present here, and despite getting his shit together and trying, for once, if it was so worth it, he went and pulled strings he had no business even approaching. he was good. like my strongest contender, i wanted him to be be someone who ends up taking the chance and getting to enjoy the sweet reward which was all his to collect. but- ugh! i’m so disappointed. it’s also a whole friendship that’s going to carry that mark to some extent, and that’s such a sad situation.
with how invested tae was from the beginning, always present in some or the form, right on the outskirts, ready to help but never overstepped. there were so many signs i picked up and would tilt my head at. very clever, author! he always let her approach him, but never shied away from coaxing the words out of her. always, ready with comfort but never did it feel forceful and/or manipulative (see: hobi with specific flowers and date plans, jk with bulldozing through her space, jimin with his suggestive touches)
tae’s goal, always felt like a breather. yeah sure, she’d dived into jk, tasted hobi, and would submerge into jimin, but she never felt relieved, bc there was always tension, lingering and wanted to be noticed, but doing so would disturb the set system of each of those relationships. only, with tae was she able to make sense of her own emotions, and i love that he let her come to the conclusions on her own. guiding her, yes, but he let her set the pace and with the way even jisoo and seulgi (i love them don’t get me wrong!), both strong personalities who almost baby her at times, oc needed that. she needed someone to lean on and still be assured that the support will always be there whenever she’d reach for it. unconditional.
and i’m in my feels rn, bc i’m deeply invested. maybe i’m reading too much into everything. meh.
idk when you’re uploading next, but put me in the tag list. I’d like to see this come to a conclusion.
just one (viii)
summary: the only guy on campus who’s track record trumped that of your best friend’s - park jimin - was jeon jungkook. not that that was a problem…until he set his sights on you.
notes: first of all i wanna thank the people who supported me and encouraged me through one of the worst writers blocks of my life. all the messages and comments are the reason why i finally managed to post this. special thanks to @whippedforkook for helping me with the monstrous tagging process as well as giving me so much praise. and also @lonelyending for cheering me on for a literal YEAR bc thats how long i cried over this fic! this story is so special to me. we’re in the home stretch now x
warnings: mentions of illegal drug use and distribution, swearing, brief smut.
genre: drama, romance, humour, college!au
wordcount: 8k
tagging: @cutechim @benz-biarritz @gyukult @bangulin @eatersanonymous @alyssa1926 @skivv1es @a-sucker-for-them-sappy-shit @moonights @jeymuffins @juuneaux @catsukiii @andreaisaac @whatheydontunderstand @sreveles @noruls619 @henryharios @just-a-fuxked-up-kid @befriendswithj @btsbesharam @poemsandpunani @taelha @misosoup-forthesoul @jikooksmut @heart-eyedmf @the-piano-woman @angrysunshine @chaoticpaperfanhoagie @jsungshine @ci-yen @faby-montana @shinypeanutsportshero @jooniestrivia @alucards-s @cynamyngirl @jiminie-angel @myskoova @jkshoneybuns @smokintae @remmykinsff @majinbuwu @jangx2manboongx2 @potatodogs @seul-queen @alpharyth @blenxxxg @plsky @th-singularity @bapbaptothetop @hermiones-enchantment @stomachfilledwithbutterflies @euphorora @supachloe94 @jiminxjimout @ggukkieland @just-another-fic-recs-blog @jalexad
part i // part ii // part iii // part iv // part v // part vi // part vii // part viii // part ix // part x
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4 years ago
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jimin hated yugyeom.
well, maybe hate was a strong word. he just didn’t like talking to him, being around him, hearing his name or interacting with him on any level, social or otherwise. he really tried though, since he was one of jungkook’s closest friends and still respectfully referred to him as hyung above all else. and if anything, jimin would always have a soft spot for jungkook, the kid he used to coddle when his own brother wasn’t around. but having said that, there wasn’t really much basis for not liking yugyeom. it was just a gut feeling jimin couldn’t explain, a very subtle callousness about him only jimin could pick up on. for the most part he was just like very other mild mannered boy by day and party animal by night, but jimin still ducks when he sees him enter the library.
“fuck,” he hisses under his breath, scooping up his laptop to stride behind a book shelf for good measure. because sometimes, contrary to popular belief, jimin wanted to be alone. he didn’t want to make small talk or listen to someone tell him about how well they scored on their last paper or complain about their annoying girlfriend. sometimes jimin wanted to have no thoughts and listen to fleetwood mac as per his human rights. which is why he shoves into the first private study room he sees.
and not an empty one at that. there’s a girl inside, sitting cross-legged in her chair at a desk with an array of dried up paint tubes and brushes surrounding open sketchbooks. you don’t look annoyed or even that phased, just amused as you give him a once over before going back to painting. “on the run from solji?”
jimin blinks, back still pressed against the door. “huh?” he regards you properly. “i’m sorry, have we met before?”
“not really,” you admit with a sheepish smile, which is when jimin suddenly realises that you’re…attractive. “solji is in my stats class. you hooked up with her last week at some party and she told me about it.”
“oh,” jimin takes in your plethora of art supplies. “you don’t look like a stem student.”
there’s a glimmer of something in your eyes, and though you hide it well jimin knows he’s struck a nerve. “yeah, i get that a lot.”
“it’s not solji by the way,” jimin clarifies. for some reason. “that i’m hiding from. just a bellend i don’t have the energy for right now.”
you smile. “it’s fine. you don’t owe me your life story.”
“i do when i’m about to impose on your…study time,” jimin peers through the window in the door, wincing when yugyeom enters the hallway. “what would it take for you to let me stay in here for a while?”
you pause for a second. “honestly? just be quiet and leave me alone. is that okay?”
jimin perks up, a weight leaving his chest. “perfect, actually.”
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[jungkook 11:42pm]: why does it say wings on it
[jungkook 11:42pm] where is it flying
[you: 11:43pm] ffs kook
[you: 11:44pm] im still on the toilet can u just hurry up
[you 11:44pm] grab some tampons too pls
[jungkook 11:46pm] fine what size pussy do u wear
[you 11:46pm] i hate u
[jungkook 11:53pm] ???? ? ? well? ????
[you 11:54pm] REGULAR
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you are consistently impressive with drawing forth tender emotions. it’s such a special story, i have nothing but good tears for it.
and true, jung hosoek is one of a kind. as is your story.
i wanted to know if hosoek could sense or at least glimpse into his friends’ lives one last time before crossing over. i found it admirable, his profound love and happiness when it comes to his friends. he genuinely wanted them to have better lives and to be content. he cared so much. my heart ached when i found out he was alone for so long. must’ve been so lonely at times for him. but he’s such a pure soul, i’m sure he will have nothing but rest here on out.
the train of lost souls
↳ fantasy au
◇ pairing: jungkook | reader, hoseok | reader ◇ genre: angst and tiny bits of fluff ◇ word count: 13.610 ◇ warnings: mentions of past death ◇ author’s note: I promise it’s not tragic, though it might seem like it at first. pls believe in me! :)) on another note, let’s just pretend they are all the same age here, since I planned the story that way~
The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.
You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.
Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.
You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.
The choice is solely yours.
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a total Netflix dramedy… if nextflix utilised good writers.
i enjoyed it so much. related, laughed, and cringed bc so many moments were just relatable.
oh to have someone like Namjoon in your corner and be so stalwart with his support. precious. minji would never get in his good graces. i like that. but also that she somehow has 13% affections for her, and their honesty with what their true intentions were to hang out with e/o has me hoping they would grow from there. having someone that sees you for you, not the potential, not the disappointment, just you, is liberating.bc then nothing is good or bad about you to them. i found the car-interaction to be more wholesome than I expected it to.
hoseok’s entire struggle to be worthy yet failing to see it himself is so touching. i like how he’s genuinely chasing that now. and sure it started as idolising and projecting his expectation and aspiration for worthiness on oc. it evolved and made his truly see that yeah, maybe he’s gonna have to start working for it, and it could be rewarding. i like how he came to that conclusion. and that she helped him. she’s helped him all along, before they even knew of the other’s existence.
The Boy Who Lied Wolf
Summary: Hoseok was good at a lot of things, one of them was lying. You, however, were a terrible lie detector.
Based off the request here: “hey there :) I would love to see some not so sappy jhope angstfluff, where the girl is an artist and unsatisfied with her life and art and always sad when she sees her friends (artists too) who always do ‘better’ than her “
I’d tag you girl, but I know you ain’t comfortable with having your username out and about so :P
“Minji not with you?”
You turned over your shoulder to shoot a pointed glare at your childhood best friend. Despite his kindness in feeding a starving artist with a job, his lack of tact (and utter lack of assistance when it came to you struggling with your painting cart in the doorway) made him a target for your annoyance. You flipped your hair out of your face, hip-checking your cart over the damn metal ridge on the floor only to nearly face-plant when the thing finally rolled forward.
You contemplated letting the cart crash and spill paint all over Namjoon’s coffee shop as bitter retribution–but paint was expensive and momentary revenge wasn’t worth the cash you already didn’t have.
“Does it really surprise you? Do you see any good looking guys here for her to make eyes at?” You scoffed. “Besides, would she really have been of any use?”
“Remind me why you’re still friends with her?” Namjoon snorted, bending down to clean out the ice tank and further let you deal with all of your shit on your own.
“Because she’s an amazing artist; her work is literally just a small mixture of masterpieces. One day, I will prove that brains and practice make better art than blind talent wasted on someone who couldn’t give a fuck.” You huffed, lifting your chin to the wall in an unspoken question that Namjoon only answered with a nod. “That and,” You pulled tables away from said wall—of which you were hired to design a mural for– “you told me I needed to try making some friends that weren’t you and my half-dead begonia. She fits the bill just fine; she enjoys hanging out with me and having me around.”
“Then why isn’t she here?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at you.
“Because. My existence isn’t one of pure friendship. I am simply by her side to make her look prettier.” You mimicked your friend by dramatically flipping your hair over your shoulder and suggestively wiggling your brows at your best friend. “I mean look at me. What guy wouldn’t look at me and go ew?”
“Every guy ever? Minji’s just a bitch.”
“Hey now,” you chuckled, “that’s an affectionate term now, didn’t you hear?” Stepping back from the blank canvas before you, you frowned at the sheer amount of wall space that you were to cover. “You didn’t mention that it was that big.” You narrowed your eyes on him, trying to catch your breath; damn, you really needed to work out more. “I’ll have to rethink my design a bit. But for now, there’s more shit in the car I’m leaving to you—since you were no help at all like you promised you’d be. If you break any of it, you’re dead.”
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Ghostie Marathon Masterlist
Fics for the bts ghostie April Event based off these prompts, all 1.5k words or less.
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man hasn’t even entered the scene and already is iconic. jin, the absolute wonder you are.
dude, it’s been a few months already! this makes the previous domestic sweetness even more sweeter. bc we have an idea of what normal was. ugh. so good. again i love the pace you’ve set.
hosoek and oc are such a unit. i genuinely adore their scenes so much. he’s so protective of her, looks out for her and is willing to give up what little comfort he has. but in the same breathe knows when to concede. he listens to her. there’s so much respect there.
seokjin getting a glimpse of that and immediately being in awe of her taking the lead to take care of two birds and already has a direction in which she wants to take things ahead, is absolutely amazing.
he’s in good hands, they’re a little rusty with trust, but crack a few more jokes and they’ll be fine, seokjin. give them time.
when i read she threw the phone in trash… I was like whhyyyy? but then stopped and realised there’s a few questions i should be asking myself. we’ve really become hyper dependent on all things electrical.
also, if you don’t have multiple plans on how you’re going to survive an apocalypse, are you even normal?
Dead By Dawn || 2
Summary: You start to notice things in your small town turn weird. Thinking not much of it, you continue to live as you had been for the past couple of years. What happens when your simple conclusions turn into something more terrifying?
Pairing: ??? x Reader, BTS x Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Genre: Angst, fluff, sci-fi, comedy
Rating: Pg
Warnings: One swear word?, a tiny bit of angst (if you squint), some violence, talk about zombies (duh)
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When you were younger, the apocalypse was something that you continually annoyed your parents about. Questions like: “What’s a zombie?” or “What would happen to our pets?” were demanded to be answered for you. As you got older, it became something you would joke around with your friends about. You would watch movies (Train to Busan slightly terrified you), play games about it, and you even dressed up as a zombie for Halloween one year. It was something you all worried about, but knew it wasn’t going to happen. At least, until you found yourself face to face with the reality of it.
When you pictured zombies, you thought that they’d be what the media portrayed them as. You weren’t very wrong. In reality, they were mangled creatures. Many had lost their limbs along their journey, others were missing a lot of skin and dragged along whatever was left of them. They didn’t look completely human. Or at least, not anymore. It sickened you to the bone to face these monsters and kill what was left of their human counterpart.
“Y/N, to your left!”
You didn’t know how you got into this situation. One minute, you were walking peacefully and quietly around town, scavenging for anything you could find useful. The next minute, you were surrounded by a small hoard of zombies. The dog that barked across the street from you and Hoseok might have had something to do with it.
There were two things the movies and shows got right: zombies were mostly blind until there was noise to draw them in, and some could run. Fortunately, you were always able to outrun the few that chased you.
“I think…” you panted, “we got them all.”
A quiet grunt was heard before another body fell to the ground behind you.
“Don’t let your guard down.”
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jk is honestly so sweet here. also yoongi letting his feral kitty loose. damn. but like still they were pretty generous to some random chick squatting in their place.
also, wow, she really was about to take down two guys all on her own if it came down to that. those 6 months were rough, i can only imagine.
she’s getting close to the guys. honestly her and hosoek relaxing and being able to have a laugh was honestly good to see. seokjin, the ceo, taking care in whatever way he can. Yoongi and jk letting loose, sharing stories at dinner.
and just when you thought… what is with oc and people bursting in on her.
but hello! fancy seeing you in these parts of woods, namjoon. what have you been upto?
Dead By Dawn || 3
Summary: You start to notice things in your small town turn weird. Thinking not much of it, you continue to live as you had been for the past couple of years. What happens when your simple conclusions turn into something more terrifying?
Pairing: ??? x Reader, BTS x Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
Genre: Angst, fluff, sci-fi, comedy, action
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Some angst, a bit of violence, idk the usual stuff? And quite a bit of fluff
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“Dude, shut up. I don’t wanna attract them.” A hushed whisper was heard from behind the front door.
The lights in the house were all off. You sat in the dark as you took watch that night. It had been mostly quiet, save for the approaching storm that was coming your way. After months on the road with no apps or news stations to tell you what the weather would be for the next week, you had to rely on simple weather patterns. There was a storm coming soon, from the wind and the slight smell of rain in the distance. Although, you didn’t know how bad it would be. That was one of the main problems you would have soon.
Now, you had to worry about the people who were about to find shelter in an already occupied home. You decided to stand from the couch and make your way quietly around the corner towards the kitchen. With a knife in hand, you waited.
A knock sounded on the door. You stayed as quiet as you could.
The door opened. From your spot in the kitchen, you saw two figures move in the dark, both looked to be male. The shorter one seemed around your height, the other had quite a few inches on him.
You weren’t quite sure what to do. You knew that you had to defend yourself from these intruders, but it was two against one. Plus, who knows how much experience they have fighting people.
“You check out the rest of the place. I’ll keep watch,” the shorter male directed.
Before either one could move further, you stepped out from your hiding spot. You held your knife directly in front of you, almost like you would a gun.
“Freeze.”
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so much tension! phew!!
Dead By Dawn || 4
Summary: You start to notice things in your small town turn weird. Thinking not much of it, you continue to live as you had been for the past couple of years. What happens when your simple conclusions turn into something more terrifying?
Paring: ??? x Reader, BTS x Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Genre: Angst, fluff, sci-fi, comedy, action
Rating: Pg
Warnings: Slight bullying (please don’t bully others!), bit of angst, bit of fluff, kinda normal stuff
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“So then I said, ‘Why do I need math if I’m gonna be a scientist? All I need to do is just mix stuff and make it explode.’”
The laughter and the chatter in the classroom died down as the door opened. Students scrambled to their seats as the teacher walked in. She had a small skip in her step and a bright smile on her face.
“Students, we have a new member of our class today! Come on in and introduce yourself.”
The teacher motioned for the student to walk into the room. The boy now stood at the front of the room. He slowly raised his head from the ground, looking around the classroom. He didn’t stay looking at one thing or person, seemingly too shy to stare too long.
“Hi, my name is Namjoon. Please take care of me.” He bowed slightly.
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this already sounds shady. what’s with the smirking jimin? taehyung are you really suspicious or just dramatic? i can’t tell…
also, just give her a room of her own? smh. but ig i’d be fine with a variety of cuddles too.
her and hosoek tho. they give such content vibes to me. i’m not going to jinx this am i?
Dead By Dawn || 5
Summary: You start to notice things in your small town turn weird. Thinking not much of it, you continue to live as you had been for the past couple of years. What happens when your simple conclusions turn into something more terrifying?
Paring: ??? x Reader, BTS x Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Genre: Fluff, sci-fi, comedy
Rating: G
Warnings: Nothing crazy this chapter, basically just a bunch of teeth-rotting fluff
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Winter was approaching fast. The nights began to grow colder. Though the sun was still shining, it didn’t give off enough energy to keep the days as warm as they had been in the last couple of months. The dew on the grass in the mornings had started to freeze, creating large thin ice blankets, a stark contrast from the dark bark of the trees around. Few leaves were still stuck on the branches of those trees. They shook in the slight breezes, threatening to break off and fall to the ground as the rest already have. There had been one small snowstorm a few days ago, but it barely left anything in its path. The snow that had stuck to the ground had already melted away by noon.
Cuddle sessions during the night became a normal thing between you and the boys. Especially when you didn’t find a nice house with actual beds to sleep in. You took turns sleeping next to each other—Jungkook surprisingly emitted the most heat, so you tried your hardest to be directly next to him while you slept. During the days, you would watch for any sign of a local clothing store, hoping to soon switch your knee length shorts and short sleeve shirt for longer wear.
Your group decided to make your way North, aiming for Daegu. Yoongi had mentioned that it hadn’t been hit as hard, according to family members, when the apocalypse started, so there was a chance of finding better equipment for the six of you.
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prime buffet. eat what you can! everything is finger licking good!
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no stop… i was about to riot!!
that was so beautiful of him. he is beautiful. he’s just.. ugh. ofc he’d help someone out even when his time to exist is nearly there.
i love the despair and joy contrast with him. somehow nobody could fit that theme better than him.
Your Lips, My Lips - Apocalypse - JHS (18+)
Pairing: Demi God!Hoseok X Fem!Reader
Theme: Angst, explicit SMUT, open ending, fantasy au
Wordcount: 2.0k
Summary: You are lonelier than anyone he has ever witnessed. Your loneliness comes with an intensity that matches his, maybe that’s why he is so attracted to you? Maybe that’s why he wants to give you his final moments of existence?
Warnings: Mentions of drinking, loneliness, kind of philosophical, explicit sex, unprotected sex (it's a no no), it's kind of sad. NSFW!!
Minors are not allowed in this blog!!
A/N: It's my man's birthday in less than 24 hours! Yoo-hoo! *sigh* only if he knew that I exist and I love him with my everything. *another sigh* but it's okay! Jung Hoseok, I love you regardless. And I hope you are happy and healthy.
and to my precious readers. hope you guys enjoy this short babie. let me know how is it, if you want! (also if you feel this is My Demon coded then that's right. But I haven't even watched the drama lmao!)
Hoseok can’t read humans’ minds and he thinks it's a handicap.
No matter how much he loathes the fact, he, still, is a demi-god. One prefix in his title has pushed him down in the hierarchy, taken away his right of authority, his right of serving the verdict and he hates it all.
But what he hates the most is that he is left with this half-assed power of sensing despair in humans but is totally unable to do anything about it.
His hand itches to right all wrongs whenever he comes across something that should not be happening, that should be mended by the gods above. On those occasions, he curses those so-called gods a little more than usual.
What did they say? That Hoseok meddles too much in human business? Just because he saved a 5 years old from a deadly accident? That he has no right to change their fate? That he is just a lowly god that is not even worshiped? That he is to be perished into ash as soon as he changes another human's life directly or indirectly?
Huh! As if he cares.
He actually does. Not that he is scared of turning into scattered dust and disappearing into air, but he wants to change someone’s life before he does.
If he is going to disappear, then he might as well do something worthy of disappearing.
Like getting to know you, offering you with his company and changing your fate of being alone even if it’s just for a night.
It has been 2157 years since Hoseok has descended to earth and he has been keeping receipts of every single day.
He has come across a lot of humans and their despair but he hasn’t done anything. He held himself back and waited for that one final occasion.
He knew that final occasion was going to be you as soon as his eyes landed upon your figure a year ago.
That day, he walked into this dimly lit pub to enjoy a glass of whiskey that he came to love so much and to observe some humans for his own record.
That was then, you walked in.
More beautiful than some of the goddesses they worship, more mysterious than those unearthly creatures and you made him more intrigued than he had been for 2156 years of his time on earth.
And also, you are lonelier than anyone he has ever witnessed. Your loneliness comes with an intensity that matches his, maybe that’s why he is so attracted to you? Maybe that’s why he wants to give you his final moments of existence?
Just like any other Friday night, you are sitting in your usual spot. Tonight you have chosen Gin and Lime to be your companion.
You look as unapproachable as ever, so much so that even Hosekok feels weak on his knees while gliding smoothly towards you.
Your eyes are trained on your smartphone when Hoseok slips beside you and heaves a little “hey” to grab your attention.
You look up at him, your eyes meet him and he knows he is going to be one of those very few lucky men whom you don’t ignore.
And then you smile, an unusual, non-formalitic and genuine one, and greet him back, “hi”.
He is astonished to find you keep smiling at him, “Do you mind if I-”
“Not at all. I have been waiting for you to approach me for a good 10 months now.” you cut him off.
Hoseok is astonished yet again, or maybe shocked will be a better word. He knows not everyone can notice him. He is noticeable only when he actually wants to be, for instance by being noticeable to the bartenders, so that he can enjoy his drinks.
But he never intentionally allowed himself to be noticed by you. Or maybe he did? Because all along that’s what he actually wanted?
“Ah really? You noticed me then?” he breathes slowly, trying not to scare you away.
“It’s impossible not to notice someone as good-looking as you. On top of that you are a regular here and you look as lonely as I am.” you voice fades by the time your sentence ends. You punctuate it with a sigh.
He gives you a tainted smile. It’s the first time someone has caught upon his despair too. For the first time he doesn’t feel things are terribly one-sided. For the first time he is not pitying a human but resonating with her. For the first time he feels his ending inching closer.
“I am Hoseok, by the way.” Hoseok introduces himself while ordering his usual.
“I am Y/N” you reply. Your name rings in his ears, even though he already knew who you were and what you do, but hearing you introducing yourself to him has some weird effects on him.
“Do you always have the same thing?” you point towards his whiskey.
“Yeah. I’m not a great fan of alcohol.” he replies calmly.
“Oh. then what is it, you are a fan of?”
“Humans.”
You laugh at it. A clear, ringing laugh that sends tingles to every corner of his body.
“As if you are not one of us.” you say breathlessly when you are done laughing.
“Maybe I am not.” Hoseok adds quietly.
You look intrigued now. Your eyes are filled with a playful glint that has replaced the hazy loneliness.
“Good then. I hate human beings, even though I am one of them. Maybe I hate myself as well? Who knows.” and within an instant, your despair is back. It is now clouding above your head. Hoseok can see it clearly and he wants to blow the smoke away.
“Why so?” He places his question delicately.
“They have done nothing to be loved. At least not the ones I have shared or am sharing my time with.” you sigh. “Even though I am moving on with time, moving on from people and situations, I am going nowhere. It’s as if I am stuck in an endless loop of time and things keep repeating on their own accord.”
Hoseok feels your every word deep in his bones. He has been stuck in this limbo for a long time as well. Feeling people’s pain and being able to do nothing about it is even more painful. And he can’t take it anymore. But tonight he will end it all..
“Do you want me to change it? Do you want me to take away your despair?” he says finally, “just answer in yes or no.” his voice feels hoarse all of a sudden.
You sit straight. It seems as if you can tell how serious he is being. And maybe that’s why you nod a yes.
Hoseok’s nails dig into your naked waist. His lips trail down the path of your throat, painting bruises on your skin.
You moan his name when he bites down on the crook of your neck. He feels alive after all these years. The beating of our heart, vibrates into his own chest making him want to be a human like you, for you.
Your fingers are tangled on his jet black hair. The delicious friction of your nails on his scalp is everything. He works his way to unclasp your bra, throws it away somewhere in your dark room and sets his eyes on your chest.
“Beautiful. So beautiful for me.” he murmurs as he takes a nipple in his mouth. One of his hands slips into your underwear and finds your sensitive bundle of nerves while the other one massages your unoccupied breast.
“Oh Hoseok!” you sigh in containment.
It’s been so long since anyone has called him by his name. Things feel unreal at this point.
Hoseok drives you towards your bed and gently lays you down without breaking the contact with your skin.
Two of his fingers play with your clit while his mouth dives down the valley of your breast, reaches your naval, and heads towards you core.
“Hoseok! Quit foreplay! I need you inside me.” You whine while tugging at his hair. Your fingers join his inside your underwear. You take his hand out, pull it towards your mouth and suck your juices from his fingers.
Hoseok can clearly see his end approaching. But he doesn’t regret it.
You are warm, slippery and incredibly addicting when he enters you. His cock glides smoothly through your entrance. He thrusts with a force that will satisfy you but won’t break you, reaping out melodic moans from your mouth.
“Fuc-fuck Hoseok! You feel so-so good! I can’t- ngh” and you cum on his godly cock.
Hoseok sees stars at this point. How can a human being be this addictive? How is he supposed to leave you behind if you keep holding him back like this? How?
He spills inside you, ropes after ropes of cum shoots inside your pussy, some even leak out and drips down your inner thigh to your bed sheet.
Both of you are trying to catch your breath but it’s time he ends both of your sufferings. So he climbs on your bed and hovers above your freshly fucked body. Your body glistens with a sheen of sweat, he can’t get enough of you.
“Y/N” he calls your name and you open your eyes, look directly into his eyes and offer him a weak but genuine smile.
“I am going to kiss you now. After the kiss, I will disappear, but so does your loneliness, you despair. I will take away the pain you suffer from.” he says in a breath.
“Hoseok..” you murmur weakly, but before you can say anything any further, Hoseok is kissing you. He cups your face and dives into the kiss.
The kiss is full of passion and pain, rainbow and rain..
Two pairs of your lips mold perfectly with each other, tasting every ounce of your mouth, your life, your soul.
But Hoseok feels it. His legs are not on your bed anymore, those have started to dissipate into air in the form of fine ash. It reaches to his torso, his chest and then his face. A single tear leaves his eyes before he fades away completely.
And all of a sudden everything is blank.
It’s been two weeks since you had that weirdly realistic dream. You can still remember his face, his voice but somehow his name has slipped out of your memory. As if he himself doesn’t want you to remember what he was called.
Or is it just you? Is it because your loneliness has become way too overbearing for you now that you are making up sex scenarios with non-existent perfect men and hallucinating them everywhere?
You should book an appointment with a therapist. You need it.
“Excuse me, Ms. Y/N?” the voice comes from right beside you. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that the bus stop wasn't empty anymore.
“You dropped your employee ID on the way” the voice speaks again as the man comes to stand before you.
“Oh shoot! Thanks a lot.” you take your ID from him and look up with a smile.
But it vanishes and you are shocked to find out that the man of your dream is standing right before you.
The voice, too, is similar. The only difference you can find is that this guy is filled with boisterous energy, he is less dark than the man in your dream.
“Did I scare you? You look like you have seen a ghost?” the man laughs.
“I- I ah..” you fumble with your words, “you look like someone I knew.” you laugh back awkwardly.
“Oh I see.” he pauses for a bit, “I am Hoseok, By the way.” he continues, extending a hand towards you.
“Hi Hoseok. I am Y/N” You wrap your palm around his.
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honestly… i’m a little too heartbroken to have any coherent words to describe what this story was.
cycle has to stop somewhere i just wish he had a better end. that her being a catalyst to his travels wasn’t going to take such a dark turn for him. but such is life ig. and in his own words, he didn’t regret a thing about meeting her.
at least they have their moments sprinkled all across her life.
Whenever, Wherever (jhs)
Summary- Hoseok is a time traveller but that’s not the strangest thing that has happened to him. The strangest thing is when he meets a girl he’s never seen and she tells him he’s her best friend.
word count- 6.7k
pairing- timetraveler!Hoseok x Reader
rating- R
genre- angst, fluff, smut
warnings- car accident, mention of parental death, mention of miscarriage, major character death, description of gun shot wound (but not gory), explicit smut (unprotected lovey dovey sex), hoseok pukes a lot (soz babe ily)
a.n- Ahhh I finally finished my Secret Santa fic for @thebtswritersclub! I’m so excited to reveal that I’m indeed @baepsaetan‘s secret santa 🎅🏼Day did you guess I was your ss? Did you like me subtly asking you questions about this during our sprints? hehehe! Happy new year, love! 💕
For people who can guess, this was inspired by the Doctor, River relationship and is loosely based on the Time Traveller’s Wife (eventhough I straight up have never seen the movie and literally only read the wiki page 🥴)
A huge thank you to Bella @hobisbeautifulass for beta reading for me! I’m sorry I made you cry at work!
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌
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hosoek… you softie!!
let me know when you’ve decided to drop the pretences and accept that you like more cuddles!
whispers in the dark | jhs
pairing: sleep paralysis demon hoseok x gender neutral reader (platonic)
genre: … fluff?? Angst. Post-break up au. Supernatural au.
summary: Hoseok just doesn’t have it in him to make you even more miserable right now, so he tries something a little different.
rating: 18+ because I do what I want
word count: 1.4k
warnings: Swearing. Sleep paralysis. Creepy sleep paralysis demon Hoseok a la the “More” concept photos. Watching people while they’re sleep but not in an erotic way lol. Referenced Jimin x reader; technically a post break-up situation. Some image self-consciousness from Hoseok. Platonic spooning. Lots of talk about feeling or sensing smells and emotions. I know it seems creepy but really this is very soft, I promise.
notes: Ah wow, this is short but there’s so much in here. It started in a group chat with “idk what to do with more hoseok in the best way” and then it turned into me and @bangtanintotheroom taking “this hobi is our sleep paralysis demon” and running with it in two wildly different directions sldkjfhaslkdj. I know I’m supposed to be on break but like after finishing stuff last month, I had this whole “will I ever write again” crisis. Without @thatlongspringnight and @xjoonchildx this wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t feel ten million times better now than I did leading up to my meltdown. So, thank you. It means the world to me. I’m just going to yeet this into the void and get out but I miss yall!! Hope you’re having a nice July, wherever you may be :)
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Hoseok hasn’t gotten the chance to stretch like this in ages. As he steps across the lush carpet, he lets his muscles lengthen and move. It’s dusty and cramped in his little crawlspace, even with his cleaning regime. When was the last time you let him out his literal hellhole?
He looks at your sleeping form. You’re passed out, that’s for sure, huddled beneath layers of sheets and blankets. The dawn is beginning to trickle through your curtains, your eyelids freely fluttering in deep sleep, unencumbered by the sleep mask that’s somehow slipped off during the night.
He can feel how frozen you are, how you want to turn over to a more comfortable position but can’t. Ah, it’s been so long since he could feed freely like this. What a wonderful welcome you’ve decided to give him.
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ultimate besties to lovers!
gosh, he is such a remedy to any ailing heart. i adored how much he cares for her that his own heart broke several times over!
their moments after reuniting are such a precious montage. it’s totally rom-com worthy!
i like how he never really went away despite losing contact with her. it was like he was always there, letting the time do it’s thing.
The Breakup Bureau
Words: 8.1k Genre: Fluff, Angst
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Saying goodbye is never easy.
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you would be right. this concept fits hoseok absolutely perfect.
i have no words for how much this story has affected me. simply beautiful. it ached in the best possible way.
it’s a film and a half. the way your mind has come up with this is pure genius work.
i have to ask though, if the surgery hadn’t been approved, what would’ve happened when hoseok forget again, would there be a soulmate again to completely eradicate any chance or reunification if so it can’t be soojin again, right? and there wouldn’t be any reminders of cases either to trigger that instinct within him?
does that mean, everybody who’s forgotten will always have that lingering empty feeling inside them, but they shrug it off bc they don’t know any better?
also, post surgery, will everyone from before remember her, like does it reverse it or simply allow her to live normally now from that point onwards, past unchanged?
xx
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.
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