Everyday I think of Namjoon railing me
Um I saved a ton of Hobi armpit posts and now idk what to do with them. I feel like a little weirdo for becoming interested in someones body hair 😭
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"He’s your son’s best friend, he’s your son’s best friend...” You repeat over and over in your mind, begging yourself to grab ahold of reality
but with his tongue caught in between your lips and his hands desperately gripping the soft flesh of your ass,
how can you grab ahold of anything but the fistfuls of that coco-brown hair?
WARNINGS: This chapter revolves around fatal illness
You anxiously bite your nails as you stand in your kitchen, staring out into your driveway from the window above the sink.
The clock on your phone reads 6:50, which means you have another 10 minutes to make sure you have everything you need before your trip to the hospital, but how can you focus on tediously (and compulsively) unpacking and repacking your stupid purse when the love of your life is on his way to pick you up?
Jungkook. His name is Jungkook.
You barely slept a wink last night; your mind was too busy playing and replaying those two, simple words he’d had the gall to let slip through his teeth before you’d exited his car.
What a crock of sh-
Suddenly, the sound of a horn pulls you out of your thoughts, and your neck is practically snapping from how fast you whip your head to look out the window.
You’re about to go into cardiac arrest at the sight of his car, and you frantically collect your bag, water bottle, and sandwich baggy full of trail mix.
When you pull the door open, you’re surprised to see Jungkook standing on the porch, hand raised as though he was about to knock.
“Kook? You didn’t have to get out of your car. You could’ve just texted-”
“I know- I just really need to pee and wanted to know if I could use your bathroom?” He asks; a sheepish, apologetic grin on his face.
You smile politely, “Of course. Go right on it.”
Without another word, he dashes past you and runs down the hall.
You chuckle at the fact that he doesn’t even try to pretend to be lost; No “this way, right?” “It’s been so long, I don’t even remember.”
Though how could he ever forget? All the years he spent coming to this house…
“My protein shake!” You say, snapping your fingers when you remember.
You walk quickly to the kitchen and straight to the fridge, taking out the thick, flavorless drink you prescribed yourself to combat all of the hours spent on your ass in the hospital.
“THAT’S what you’re having for the most important meal of the day?” Jungkook’s disgusted voice sounds behind you.
You turn around and laugh at his equally disgusted expression.
“Hey, you mind your business. I’m trying to get a little healthier, seeing as how I’ve gained like ten pounds since I’ve been going to that dreaded hospital. I cannot get any fatter,” You say, dropping the bottle into your bag.
“Oh, stop. You look great, you know that.” He says, shooting you that familiar, bunny smile.
Your heart flutters in your chest, and you feel your cheeks get hot, “Oh, stop.”
He’s completely unabashed by his own comment, as per usual.
He’s always had a way of casually making you swoon and being completely oblivious to it.
“The house is just as I remember it,” He says, a warm smile on his face.
You look around, “I guess so. I haven’t really had the energy or, even the desire to change anything in recent years,” You shrug.
He nods, “I like it though. It feels like…” He trails off.
He meets your eyes, the only indication of a smile at the corner of his lips, “Like home.”
“Good morning, my love,” You say softly, a smile on your face when you see Taehyung sitting up in front of a full tray of food.
He smiles back weakly, “Good morning, mom.”
Jungkook walks in after you, “Sup man. How you feeling today?”
Tae sighs, “Never better.”
Your heart hurts at the sound of his weak voice. He has good days, and he has bad days- but he looks especially haggard today.
You sit beside Tae on his bed, “This looks good, love.” You say, unwrapping his fork.
He shakes his head, “Don’t- I can’t keep anything down anyway.”
You ignore him and continue unwrapping it, and then set the fork down beside his plate of eggs and toast.
“Have you tried it? Maybe you’ll be able to keep the toast down since it’s a light.”
“No, I’m okay.”
“My love, I think you should try-”
“How are you ever gonna get better if you don’t try-”
“I’M NOT GETTING BETTER, MOM!”
You jump a little, your eyes wide in your skull as you catch Taehyung’s glare. You feel the sting in your eyes, and your vision becomes slightly blurred by the forming tears.
“Y/n, why don’t you give him some space,” Jungkook gently, yet firmly squeezes your shoulders.
You nod and stand up, nervously straightening out your sweater, “Sorry son. I didn’t mean to be overbearing.”
You clear your throat, “I’ll just go take a seat over there.”
Tae says nothing, just looks off next to him out the giant window that overlooks the city. It’s a beautiful view, really, but he can’t concern himself with something as meaningless as a cityscape at the moment.
Jungkook silently walks over and sits next to you.
You stare down at your hands as you unconsciously stretch your sleeve out with your fingers.
“Hey…” Jungkook whispers as he rests his hand on yours, causing for you to look up.
He reaches over and wipes away the solitary tear that rolls down your cheek, “It’ll be okay.” He mouthes.
You know he’s right. This hasn’t been the first time your son’s snapped at you throughout this entire process- Just like the other times, you just need to give him some space.
“When I get out of here…” Taehyung said, arms folding behind his head and eyes fixed on the wall ahead of him, as though he were looking into the distant future,
“I want six gimbap rolls, a bacon double cheeseburger from Al’s, and fries.”
You scoffed, “What, no dessert?”
He ignored your obviously sarcastic tone, “Ah yes! Thank you for reminding me. I’m thinking…a cheese corn dog.”
“A cheese corn dog for dessert?” You raised a judgmental brow at him.
“Hey, it’s covered in sugar, ain’t it?”
You laughed at him, shaking your head in mock disapproval, “Fine. When you get out of here, I’ll get you six gimbap rolls, and your burger and fries- and corn dog.”
“Sounds like a plan- but I want you to make the gimbap,” He said, taking a hand out from under his head and wagging a finger at you, “No one makes them like you.”
You laughed, “Fine, fine…sounds like a plan.” You echoed.
It’s just a bad day.
The day flies by quickly. You spend pretty much the entire time doting on Taehyung, and thankfully, his mood improved as the hours ticked by, and by lunch time he was at least trying to chew through the saltines they’d included with his tomato soup.
Jungkook went downstairs to get you both some coffee a few minutes ago, so you’re sitting in a chair beside Tae’s bed, scrolling through your socials.
“Ms.Kim?” The doctor’s voice instantly catches your attention, along with her soft knock on the doorframe.
“Oh! Come in!” You say, clicking your phone off and sitting up.
“Do you have a moment?” She asked.
“Of course, of course,” You motion for her to sit in one of the empty chairs on the other side of the bed.
Tae is quiet, though he shifts his body a bit to face the doctor better.
“Well, first I want to show you this,” She says, taking out an x-ray from the manila folder she came in with, “What we were hoping for was for the tumors in his abdomen to have gotten smaller- and thankfully, the chemo helped reduce the size of these two by almost half, so we’ll be able to operate on him within the next week to remove them.”
Your heartrate picks up instantly, though you try your best to remain calm. “So…if you’re able to remove the growths, what does that mean?”
“Well, the surgery will only take care of these two growths, BUT it will mean that we’ll be able to cut down on the amount of chemo treatments he’ll need in order to recover.”
“This…this is great news,” You say, reaching over for Tae’s hand and squeezing it gently.
He’s very quiet as his eyes come down to stare at your joined hands.
“It really is,” The doctor agrees.
“How dangerous is this procedure?” He asks, his voice catching you both by surprise.
“Ah, yes…” She puts away the x ray and then takes out another sheet and hands it to you, “The surgery itself is fairly safe; the odds of survival are 4/5, which is great. With the remaining treatments, most make a full recovery within six months. However, I do understand if it’ll take you some time to think about it before you come to whatever decision.”
You look at Taehyung, who purses his lips, “Thanks. I’ll think it over.”
She nods, “Of course. I’ll check in about it tomorrow morning; how does that sound?”
“That sounds good. Thank you so much.”
After the doctor walks out, you sit back in your seat, “What do you think?”
He lets out a long sigh, though the corner of his lips are turn up into a small smile, as though a giant weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
“I think yes. Absolutely. Anything to get back to my own bed faster.”
You smile, eyes tearing up; You’ve both waited for this since his diagnosis. Before, it was too dangerous to carry out the procedure, but it seems like the chemo has made huge progress.
“Everything okay?” Jungkook asks as he walks in, not handing you the coffee until he’s able to gage the expression on your face.
“His doctor just told us he can have the surgery to remove the tumors!” You say, small droplets rolling down your cheeks as you take the cup from him.
Jungkook’s eyes light up, and he shifts his gaze back and forth between you and Taehyung, “Wait what? All of them?”
Taehyung shakes his head, “Not all of them, but even just taking out two of them will reduce the chemo treatments.”
Jungkook comes around to the side of Tae’s bed and bends over to give him a gentle hug, knowing Taehyung’s frail body can’t handle too much movement.
“I’m so happy to hear that.”
“I can’t wait to see you up and running again,” You say, wiping away the moisture from your face.
“Well, it’s not a full recovery yet, But… it’s a start.” Tae sighs.
“Mom, it’s time to go,” Tae’s voice is barely audible behind your closed lids, your mind teetering between asleep and not.
Your eyes open and you shoot Taehyung a glare, “Taehyung. Leave me alone. I’m a grown ass woman.”
“Kook, can you take the grown ass woman home?”
"You heard the man,” Jungkook says, foot steps shuffling behind you; you don’t even need to turn around to know he’s grabbing your purse and jacket.
You stand up with a sigh, stretching the tension out of your body, “Alright, my love. I’ll see you tomorrow,” You walk over and plant a kiss on his forehead, the faintest of lipstick marks left on his forehead.
Jungkook walks over and rests your jacket on your shoulders; something so simple, yet the action catches you by surprise and even gives you that delightfully strange feeling in your stomach.
“Catch ya later, Tae,” Jungkook says, patting his shoulder.
You and Jungkook walk down the hallway silently, though it’s comfortable. It’s not awkward or weird; it’s a thoughtful silence where you’re both processing the day’s events.
It isn’t until you get to the elevator that he breaks that silence, “How are you feeling?”
You don’t immediately turn to him, instead, you take a moment to think about his question,
“Yeah, cautious. Like I’m happy there’s hope, but the truth is that he’s not out of the woods yet, you know? I’m scared to be…”
“Too happy?” He asks, just as the elevator doors open.
“Excuse me,” A man says, walking into the elevator, followed by three more people behind him. Before it manages to click in your brain that you should scoot over, Jungkook reaches for your hand and pulls you toward him, shielding you a bit.
It seems casual, instinctive even- you almost don’t even notice how his ears turn bright red…
“I told Taehyung’s dad.” You say, staring out the window.
“…what did he say?”
“He wanted to come see him.”
You shake your head, “Taehyung didn’t want him to come; He said, and I quote, ‘If he couldn’t be bothered to raise me, he can’t be around to hear my dying words.’“
“Taehyung…” Jungkook scoffs, “Never one to mince words.”
You laugh, “Nope. Not at all.”
“Well, I can’t say I blame him. If I was in this situation and my mom stepped in to try to play hero, I’d say the same thing,” He said, turning onto your block.
You sigh, “Eh, well…I just hope he doesn’t regret not seeing his dad, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it-” He interrupts his own sentence by braking so hard that your entire torso jerks forward.
Before you can react, he’s holding his hand up as if to tell you to stop talking.
“Stay in the car.”
“Huh?” You’re startled, and all you can do is stare as he quickly undoes his seatbelt, eyes fixed in the direction of your home.
You follow his line of vision, and a deep wave of dread washes over you as you realize that your front door is wide open.
“Oh my gosh,” You gasp.
Without hesitation, he reaches over in between your legs and under your seat, “Watch out.”
When he brings his hand back up, you realize he has a gun.
“Lock the doors, call the police.”
You nod quickly and then wait until he’s out of the car, locking it behind him.
You’re able to call the cops and they assure you they’d arrive in the next ten minutes.
After about five minutes, Jungkook reappears in the doorway, gun still in hand as he walks over to get in the car again.
“They sure left a big ass mess,” He sighs.
You don’t go into your home until the cops come and you walk them inside. Once you do walk in, your heart shatters. Drawers are taken out and strewn on the floor, some of your jewelry is at the bottom of your staircase, as though it’d fallen out of the bastard’s hands when they were rushing out.
All the cops could do at that point was take a look around and document the damage before they left.
Once they leave, you walk over to your couch and sit down, Jungkook following shortly behind.
“Are you okay?” He asks, a gentle expression on his face.
“I…” You look ahead, “I think so.”
You both sit in silence for a few minutes, your eyes scanning the entire room, assessing the disarray.
“I’ll help you clean all of this up tomorrow. For tonight, you need some rest,” He says, scratching the back of his head.
You sigh loudly, “Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep with all this mess. I’ll have to get started tonight.”
He furrows his brows, “Oh, you’re not staying here tonight.”
You look back at him, a puzzled expression on your face, “What?”
“Look, I don’t quite feel comfortable leaving you here alone. I can get you a room at the same hotel I’m staying in-”
You shake your head immediately, “No, it’s okay...”
“Y/n, please. I have no problem paying it. Seriously.”
“I don’t want to be a burden, Jungkook. It’s not even likely they’ll come back-”
“Y/n.” Jungkook’s voice is stern, and his expression hardens, “Pack enough for the night. You’re not sleeping here.”
It’s been years since you’ve heard him use this tone with you, but you know it well; he won’t budge until you agree.
You sigh in defeat, “Fine.”
You stare exhaustedly out of the window of your hotel room, images flashing in your mind of your belonging strewn everywhere… images of your son slowly withering away.
The hotel is really nice; surprisingly nice, actually. Kook wouldn’t give you an answer when you kept asking how much he’s paying for the rooms, but from the looks of it, it’s at least an arm and a leg- and yet, your heart feels so heavy.
You managed to find the energy to shower, and though you feel emotionally and physically drained, your hyperactive brain won’t allow you to get a moment’s rest.
You hear the ding of your cellphone and glance over at the lit up screen.
You let out a deep sigh and pick it up
𝗬/𝗡: 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱'𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁.
Immediately, the ellipses pops up as Jungkook forms his reply.
𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗲…𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿? 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗶 𝗯𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲.
You pause for a moment; of course, you know in your heart of hearts that, aside from seeing your son recover, being with Jungkook is your single strongest desire- but you know that can never happen again. It would be irresponsible to let it happen again.
But your heart feels so burdened, the idea of being alone for another minute absolutely depresses you-
So, after only a minute of internal struggle, your thumbs are tapping away; 𝗬/𝗡: 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱
You sit down on your bed with a loud exhale, “What a night…” You whisper to yourself, allowing your eyes to close for a moment, though it’s short lived as only a second later, you hear Jungkook faintly knocking on your door.
You quickly get up and make your way over to answer it, all the while trying to ignore how your heart rate has picked up ever so slightly.
You pull open the heavy hotel room door, and your heart skips a beat as you see Jungkook leaning against the door frame, a small smile on his pretty pink lips, beautiful dark hair perfectly imperfect as it falls lazily in his face.
“Hey,” He says softly.
A/N: Hello my beautiful readers! I am so sorry it’s taken me so long to get these last few parts up but I hope you all still care enough to read. This is my first series to ever have a clear end goal (in my head) so I’m excited to be quickly approaching the end soon. Enjoy <3
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summary: after a comment made by an outspoken relative, hoseok finally reveals his deepest fear concerning you. pairing: jung hoseok x reader genre: light angst, fluff-comfort rating: g word count: 1.1k tags/warnings: hobi is feeling insecure, comforting dialogue
a/n: for anon, i love writing fics like this for hobi. all i think about is the time he said he is sensitive to love and my heart aches and melts all at the same time. thank you for requesting for our sunshine~
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“There you are-”
Hoseok’s ears perk up at the sound of your voice, turning to find you just as you close the sliding glass door. You notice right away the strain in your fiance’s smile, rubbing the back of his neck when he pulls the nearest chair closer, angling it out so you can sit next to him.
His hand guides you by the hip when you step over his legs to get to it, your hand wrapping around his when you sit down. Your eyebrows wrinkle in the way Hoseok knows you’re wondering about something, that something likely being why he disappeared quietly.
His smile grows slightly when you rub the top of his thigh, that question still sitting on your face but there is no need to rush him. Your consideration for him makes his heart grow in size for you. So you settle for a silent conversation spoken through slow blinks, tender but empathetic smiles, the kind that makes Hoseok’s dimples appear.
You chuckle at the sight, his eyes twinkling much like the stars hanging over your heads, reaching up to touch your palm against his cheek.
“Dinner was rough,” you finally say. Your tone is light, it’s careful and Hoseok senses that too. He clicks his tongue, his face blushing when he tips his head to the side noting his agreement to that statement; you continue with regret in your tone, “my uncle has always been a bit- mm - chaotic?”
You both laugh. Hoseok sits back, running his hand through his hair, legs falling apart as if to evoke the mental exhaustion he’s feeling.
“A bit too outspoken,” you breathe consciously, leaving your hand to rest on his knee, “especially on matters that don’t concern him.”
Hoseok just nods, “well you are his niece,” he looks at you, “so I suppose we should credit that.”
“He still shouldn’t have said that,” you lean forward, taking in the defeat Hoseok is trying to hide away from you, “he doesn’t know what we’ve worked through to get here, how determined we- you -have been to ensure who we are as a couple now.”
A deep groan vibrates in his chest, another tick of his head tells you your love is being taunted by the passing comment made by your uncle.
“You’re gone most of the time, aren’t you? Can you really have a healthy relationship with my niece when you’re gone, what, nine-ten months out of the year?”
You know those questions are replaying in Hoseok’s head.
You abandon your seat to sit on his lap, moving his arm to lay around your hip while he continues to brush the other through his hair. You wrap your arm around his shoulder, casing the other around his head to pull Hoseok into a hug that leaves his face nuzzled against your chest. He breathes a little easier beneath your cradling hold, relaxing that other arm to hug around your waist.
Crickets chirp and a low breeze rustles through the trees of your parents’ backyard; the two of you stay like that for a few minutes.
Hoseok pulls away first, eyes latching onto yours.
“Talk to me,” you sigh, your fingers tickling the nape of his neck.
“Ah,” he shakes his head, “it shouldn’t bother me, but he managed to tick off every insecurity I have about myself, how capable I am to take care of you-us…” His eyes wander with questions while he keeps them on you.
You feel a knot grow in your stomach, trying to trace every ounce of love you have for this man in small circles at the base of his neck.
“I look at you sometimes,” Hoseok clears his throat, moonlight washing into his eyes to reveal the tears collecting in them and it makes him laugh, shy away even, “and I feel guilty because I know you are not getting enough of my time-time you deserve and that we deserve.”
Everything in you starts to sound off, you want to make him better but you know if you say anything too soon, it could cause him to continue holding this in.
“I think about those things, you know?” He looks down at where his hands are holding you, “ ‘what if she grows tired of this, me leaving for tour-me with a tiresome schedule-me at the studio at three o’clock in the morning leaving you to stare at my empty side of the bed. One day she is sure to wake up-” he looks up at you, his left hand tightening around you, “and look at me or my empty side and be over it all…’ ”
You swallow the lump in your throat, tears threatening to fall when Hoseok reaches up with his thumb to carefully rub underneath your eye, “and I could never blame you if you did, love.”
You’re shaking your head, taking his hand away from your face. Panic flutters in his chest when you stand up, bright eyes rounding when you turn to face him, “give me your hands,” you reach out to him. He doesn’t question it, taking your hands and pulling himself up out of his seat.
This time, you’re looking up at him, fingers holding onto his palms with a mindful squeeze, massaging them over the veins in his hands, “Hoseok, you must be insane-” a laugh gurgles out of you but he doesn’t miss the hurt in your eyes, “you are my someone special, the only one I will walk to the ends of this earth with, do you hear me?”
He’s silent when the emotion comes crashing over him, tears pushed to the corners of his eyes. He nods, tightening his grasp around your hands, eyes fallen. But the gentle tidings of hope light up in them again.
You reach up to touch his neck, bringing him that much closer to you, “it’s okay to feel scared or-or to be insecure about us sometimes, it makes us human, baby.” You soothe, wrapping your other hand around his neck.
He shuts his eyes, a deep exhale escaping his body as he wraps you in a tight hug, “aigo,” he groans, “what are you doing to me?” His voice muffled by the way he pushed his lips into your hair.
You breathe a soft laugh, your lips pressed against his shoulder, “just loving you.”
He sinks into your hold, basking in the feeling of your hands rubbing his back. Despite the hubbub sounding off inside the house, he relishes in this moment alone with you.
“I will endure every moment we have to say goodbye when you leave because I know you’ll always come back to me and I will always be waiting for you,” you push him back so he can see the love in your eyes, “Hoseok, I’ll never get over you.”
You know now that run is on a temporary hiatus you can sit down and rewatch from the beginning. One about every other day and by the time you finish bts will be back for their grand new episode...because it will take you about a year to rewatch them..whenever i am in one of my less than happy moods i do just that and i always get recharged.
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