BTS Imagines
Always
*DIRTY*
You make your way across the little city street, the lights of the early evening shops seeming brighter than ever. It is late November, colder than usual, and dark even at dinner time. The local coffee shop calls your name as you step inside, rubbing your hands together to warm them. You've forgotten your gloves in your car, and you know you will have to walk a few blocks back to get them. The smell of coffee and donuts fills your nose and makes you smile.
You hold your smile until you reach the counter and see him.
The gasp escapes your lips before you can even think of holding it back, but by then it's too late. He sees you.
"Hey.." he says carefully, rising from his table directly to your right. You step up in line to the counter, pondering what kind of coffee you will order, but even that doesn't stop you from looking deeply into his eyes for a moment. As quickly as it came, the moment has dissipated, and both of you shyly look away. "It's- it's been... forever," he mumbles.
You look at him from your peripheral vision and then look back at the counter. The memory floods through your mind, bringing a much unneeded emotion crashing back to you:
love.
*
You slam your locker closed and stare at the two of them cuddled next to each other. The small hint of jealousy rears its ugly head again, and you shake it away. Hoseok's nothing more to you than a friend, you tell yourself. No need to feel jealous.
You set them up. You told him how perfect he and Mindy would be together; you felt sorry for her. Hoseok and you... were just friends, nothing more. Right?
Then why did that awful feeling of rage appear when you saw them together at school? Why did your mind reflect to Hoseok after every move you made? Why couldn't you just let them be happy together?
You watch as he kisses her on the lips and they part ways, his eyes immediately finding yours as he approaches your locker. You pretend you weren't watching them.
"Hey," he greets in a friendly manner. "Didya catch up on that work you missed? I could help you out if you-"
"It's fine," You say quietly. "You wanna come over and hang out tonight?"
His face creases into a grimace and you know the answer before he even says it. You smile anyway and allow him to start his sentence. "Mindy and I are-"
"Going on a date. Going to a movie. Going to her brother's baseball game." Your words come across more cynical than you imagined them in your mind, but you smile at him in the least offensive way possible. "It's all good," You finish. "No big deal. We can hang out some other time."
"Right. Thanks, Y/N. You're the best. Haven't I told you that before?"
"For setting you and Mindy up? Maybe a thousand and one times," You joke wholeheartedly, giving him a light hug before turning on a heel and starting off for class.
*
"It has," You say quietly, stepping up farther in line. "You're still living around here?"
"I am," he says. "Couldn't get away from the small-town atmosphere. I just finished college up a few weeks ago. Start work next week, I think. And you?"
"I live in the city now," You reply. "Got my degree in teaching not too long ago."
He nods, and you find yourself wondering why he's still standing next to you. You look back at his table and realize that no one was with him. "Do you mind if I sit with you when I get my coffee?"
"Not at all," he winks, stepping away to his seat to wait on you. You order your coffee and fill it with creamer at the counter, stirring the cup almost too long to stall yourself. Do you really want to sit with him and talk to him after what happened between the two of you? After growing up beside him all your life, only to be thrown away as a nobody when it mattered most? You don't think you can handle that, but you tell yourself that your feelings really haven't quite gone away.
Even as you look at him, his dark, curled hair on his forehead and brown eyes; the smoothness of his cheeks, the grayish jacket and dark jeans and the way his hands look clasped together on the table, you know he is the same Jung Hoseok. He never changed. Just the circumstances around the two of you did.
*
The caps are thrown in the air and cheers echo across the field. "Congratulations, Class of 2009!" You watch parents run to greet their children and seniors run across the seats to find their friends. There's only one person you are looking for, and it's Hoseok. You'd made up your mind last week – after graduation was the best time to tell him, and the joy on your face, coupled with nervousness, is enough to send you jogging around through the groups of caps and gowns to find him.
You slam into him and you both laugh, your eyes quickly finding his. Both of your navy colored gowns glimmer in the daytime sunlight. "Listen. Hobi, there's something I have to tell you. It's pretty important."
"Same here," he says, surprising you.
"You first," both of you say at the same time, laughing again.
"Ladies first," he nods, and you take a deep breath.
You imagine Hobi, holding his little nephew as you'd seen him do a thousand times. You watch him in your mind as he dances across the tennis court. You laugh as the two of you rake leaves together, only to jump into the big pile not even seconds later, the leaves falling over the two of your heads and drifting slowly through the air. He has been with you since day one of middle school, where the two of you held hands as the both of you walked into the meanest teacher's class together. He's seen tears and happiness and anger and fighting and regret and pain and love – and through all of it you've both remained friends. He's seen the real you, someone that you didn't quite realize you'd allowed him to see. But once you realized it, your feelings for him were terribly hard to get away from. You know that you set him up with Mindy last year and they're happy, but this feeling that you can't control needs to be let out now. You take a huge breath and close your eyes, praying that he'll understand why you waited so long.
"Hoseok. I love you. I wanna be with you. I've been... wanting to say so since... like a long time ago, but I just now got the guts to tell you."
You realize you're not looking at him, but only when you move your eyes up to meet his. To your horror, he wears a pained expression. "[Your Name].... I'm sorry... I didn't... I didn't know. I was going to tell you some good news. I asked Mindy to marry me the other day."
*
You sit down across from him at the little table, your mind on his engagement to Mindy. You ask the only question you know to ask, one that he probably has seen coming already. "Did you... well, how are you and Mindy doing?"
Hoseok brings a hand up to his face slowly, running his fingers over his jawline. "About that... She uh, met someone else. Told me two weeks before the wedding. It didn't work out."
For a moment, that flicker of hope surges in you. He may want you after all. Maybe this dreaming you were doing.... All the time it took to get over him was for nothing. It's been almost four years. The pain was almost gone until now. But really, what were the odds? Coming back to your home town, a small town, and not expecting to run into him at least one time? You'd known it all along that you'd have a conversation. You just didn't know he'd be telling you they'd never gotten married after all.
"Oh... wow," You say quietly. "I'm so, so sorry," You apologize, knowing how much she meant to him.
"It's okay now. Gosh, it's so good to see you. You've let your hair grow out and everything!"
You look down at your hair and smile.
"It is really long now," You admit. "You should see it when it's straightened. I never kept it this long in high school."
"You look... wonderful. And very much like a teacher from the city," he nods in approval and
you giggle.
"You look very much like a... whatever you are," You say, wanting to laugh.
"Electrician."
"Wow, an electrician? Goodness," You smile, raising an eyebrow. You take a few sips of your coffee and look at him. "I can totally see that," You joke.
"Thanks," he says. "Well, I really gotta run. Oh, but where are you staying while you're here?"
"Oh, I'm staying downtown, in The Plaza hotel over there. Almost on the top floor."
"Okay, wanted to make sure you've got someplace nice to stay while you're here. See ya around, [Your Name]," he smiles. He steps through the coffee shop's door and your eyes trail after him, thoughts running wild.
After he'd told you about his engagement, you gave up. You went off to college that fall and left the small-town atmosphere behind. You didn't look back. You didn't wonder about him, and the only contact you made with your hometown was your family. Even that was as rare as possible. You now realize what kind of a fool you'd been, to let your friendship, or whatever it was, drain away. The two of you could have kept up, or who knows, even fallen in love again. But now it was a moot point.
You finish up your coffee and leave the shop, bracing yourself for the cold. Your car, parked a block away, seems almost too far, but you use your walking time to think about what could have been with Hobi. Before long, you're in a full-on daydream, and it doesn't stop until you get inside your car and start it up, the noise jolting you into action.
Within twenty minutes, you use your key card to step inside your hotel room, your nose crinkling at the musty-type smell. You haven't been in all day, so it smells worn away in here.
You light a candle on your nightstand and smile when you smell the fragrance. You change into your pajamas – lightweight shorts and a t-shirt – and collapse onto the bed to watch some television.
You don't realize that you've fallen asleep until there's a knock at your door. Confused, you walk over to open it.
It's Hoseok.
You want to tell yourself you're surprised, but you were honestly expecting him to pay you a visit. Just not at such an odd hour.
"Hobi, what are you-"
"Can I come in?"
You look down at your pj's and grimace but remember that he has seen you with much worse clothing on back when you were friends. You try to remind yourself that things are no different now than they were, but when you see the roses in his hand, you realize what is happening. "[Your Name]," he begins.
You just stare at him blankly, trying to comprehend the change in events. "Hoseok, I-"
"Hear me out. I was stupid. I thought I loved Mindy, but I really didn't. There was someone, from day one, that made me happy, made me smile. It was you. I didn't know what I had until it was gone, and then I had no one. After Mindy and I broke up, I tried searching for you. Your parents must have known you wanted nothing to do with me, because they weren't much help at all. But then I thought, well, if I ever see her again... it won't be hard to tell her how stupid I was, would it?
"Apparently, it's really hard. I should have told you today in the coffee shop. But I couldn't. But I guess this is best anyway, right? More... romantic, or whatever." He pauses, and you begin to smile. His hands grip the bouquet of red roses and holds them out to you. "I want you to understand that I... I love you. I always have. It just took... all this mess, for me to realize it."
Your mouth must be wide open in shock, but you reach for the flowers carefully as an acceptance of his apology. He just told you he loved you. How long have you waited for the words! Now that he said it, you can't find any way to reply. You sniff the flowers and smile at him. "I've missed you, Hobi. I'm sorry I didn't... try harder, and I'm sorry I couldn't make you see that I-"
Suddenly,
he kisses you.
You return it slowly, your hand coming to rest on the side of his jaw, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingertips. He pulls back and looks at you, asking permission to move forward, but you don't need to permit him. Both of you still standing closer to the door, he suddenly is backing you towards the bed with his kiss, kicking the door shut behind him. He doesn't touch you, no, but his body language is clear. He wants you, and he wants you on this bed.
Right now.
The sight of him and the thought of being intimate with him makes your mind take a tailspin, but you can't focus on that right now. It is just Hoseok and you,
Hoseok and you,
moving towards the bed faster than you would have ever imagined.
Your hands fumble for a place to put the flowers as you take them from him. You find a steady place on the nightstand next to the candle you'd lit earlier. He sheds his jacket and leaves it on the floor, still returning to back you towards the bed. You lean on the edge of the tall frame, smiling as you pull away from another quick kiss. You begin to make apologies again for your behavior, wanting him to know that you want this, that you always have. You need him, but you also need him to know how pathetic this whole thing has been. And how much of it is your fault. "I'm s-"
"I won't let you," he commands.
"You won't let me what?" You giggle, leaning towards him again for another kiss. He dodges you, placing his hands on your face carefully. He steps in between your legs and looks down at you.
"I won't let you apologize. So, stop it."
"But I-"
"Nope. Stop it."
You laugh and try to kiss him again, and you laugh when he dodges you a second time.
"Hobi!" You gasp.
"Say it. Say everything is my fault."
"It is. It's all your fault," You lie. "But I love you for coming back."
"That's more like it," he slurs as he moves towards you, pushing you back onto the bed. You move to the middle of the already pulled-back blankets and watch him as he positions himself over you, his hands on both sides of your shoulders. He leans down and kisses you, your lips the only thing touching, and you almost instinctively know to pull your hands up through his hair, twisting your fingers in the long roots. You move one hand to his face, tracing his jaw line, savoring it. Your mouth moves wonderfully against his, the warmth in your entire body growing tremendously without the two of you even touching.
Hoseok leans down closer, your bodies in line, and you start to pull up his shirt, your fingertips feeling tingly as you do so. He pulls it over his head and you watch his bare chest and arms as they move closer to you, encircling you once again. You un-buckle his belt at the same time as he reaches his warm hands under your shirt, the heat fading as his touch warms you. His hands follow all the way up your rib cage as he continues to kiss you. When his fingers reach your bare breasts, he pauses for a second, and you try to adjust your thoughts as to what he will do next. In an effort to surprise him, you sit up, and he moves with you in the opposite direction, scooting towards the bottom of the bed. You pull your shirt over your head carefully and kiss him before lying back down, careful to keep his attention as you do.
Suddenly, his mouth breaks away from yours and he moves to your neck, palming your breasts slowly as he lowers his body completely. You tug on his pants as a suggestion and he takes a break to pull them down, then you do the same to his boxers, his feet kicking them from the edge of the bed. You look at the ceiling, wondering how this has happened all in one day, but you're only distracted for a moment until Hoseok slowly trails his hands up your ribcage again, his hand grazing your left nipple. You let out a soft gasp of breath, and he notices. "Do you like...?"
You smile and nod, and he repeats the motion, carefully massaging your breasts as he kisses your neck and face and lips. You roll your head back a bit involuntarily, the feeling of his hands overpowering you for a moment. When you regain that control, you watch him smile as he trails his fingers back down to your shorts, his index finger lifting the edge of them. You nod, and he pulls them down along with your underwear, and you kick your feet under the warm blanket, your legs involuntarily moving apart.
Hoseok is still above the sheet, but he lowers his body even closer to you, moving his hips against yours slowly. You kick your feet and breathe out heavily with each movement, the entire love-making experience seeming overwhelming and very much like the most beautiful thing in the world. You move in this way for a while, and you don't realize the effect the motion has until he stops to ask you something. "Are you... absolutely sure you want to... today?"
You don't even hesitate. "I love you, Jung Hoseok," You tell him.
"I love you, too." He smiles, pulling back the blanket and slides under it with you, the heat of his skin on yours making you gasp. You bite your lip a bit in pleasure, trying to find his lips to kiss him again. Even though you know there are no barriers between the two of you now, you don't even realize how close you are until you feel his warmth press in between your legs and gasp. He pulls away from the kiss for a second approval, and you can only let out a breathy sound of permission. He places his hand on your arm and lifts a bit, and then you feel his entrance, the pain of the moment making you almost yelp. But then it is over, and he presses into you, the pain releasing and pure pleasure taking over. "I love you, Hoseok." You say.
"I love you more, baby," he replies softly. "Always have." His face contorts in pleasure as he pulls out and pushes back in again, your breathing moving together. The next few times he grows faster, and soon he is moving against you rather quickly, your breathing synchronizing. It is truly something beautiful, the way the two of you fit so perfectly together.
And in all honesty, you two always have, you decide.
Written by: @rhonda_lynn on Wattpad
You make your way across the little city street, the lights of the early evening shops seeming brighter than ever. It is late November, colder than usual, and dark even at dinner time. The local coffee shop calls your name as you step inside, rubbing your hands together to warm them. You've forgotten your gloves in your car, and you know you will have to walk a few blocks back to get them. The smell of coffee and donuts fills your nose and makes you smile.
You hold your smile until you reach the counter and see him.
The gasp escapes your lips before you can even think of holding it back, but by then it's too late. He sees you.
"Hey.." he says carefully, rising from his table directly to your right. You step up in line to the counter, pondering what kind of coffee you will order, but even that doesn't stop you from looking deeply into his eyes for a moment. As quickly as it came, the moment has dissipated, and both of you shyly look away. "It's- it's been... forever," he mumbles.
You look at him from your peripheral vision and then look back at the counter. The memory floods through your mind, bringing a much unneeded emotion crashing back to you:
love.
*
You slam your locker closed and stare at the two of them cuddled next to each other. The small hint of jealousy rears its ugly head again, and you shake it away. Hoseok's nothing more to you than a friend, you tell yourself. No need to feel jealous.
You set them up. You told him how perfect he and Mindy would be together; you felt sorry for her. Hoseok and you... were just friends, nothing more. Right?
Then why did that awful feeling of rage appear when you saw them together at school? Why did your mind reflect to Hoseok after every move you made? Why couldn't you just let them be happy together?
You watch as he kisses her on the lips and they part ways, his eyes immediately finding yours as he approaches your locker. You pretend you weren't watching them.
"Hey," he greets in a friendly manner. "Didya catch up on that work you missed? I could help you out if you-"
"It's fine," You say quietly. "You wanna come over and hang out tonight?"
His face creases into a grimace and you know the answer before he even says it. You smile anyway and allow him to start his sentence. "Mindy and I are-"
"Going on a date. Going to a movie. Going to her brother's baseball game." Your words come across more cynical than you imagined them in your mind, but you smile at him in the least offensive way possible. "It's all good," You finish. "No big deal. We can hang out some other time."
"Right. Thanks, Y/N. You're the best. Haven't I told you that before?"
"For setting you and Mindy up? Maybe a thousand and one times," You joke wholeheartedly, giving him a light hug before turning on a heel and starting off for class.
*
"It has," You say quietly, stepping up farther in line. "You're still living around here?"
"I am," he says. "Couldn't get away from the small-town atmosphere. I just finished college up a few weeks ago. Start work next week, I think. And you?"
"I live in the city now," You reply. "Got my degree in teaching not too long ago."
He nods, and you find yourself wondering why he's still standing next to you. You look back at his table and realize that no one was with him. "Do you mind if I sit with you when I get my coffee?"
"Not at all," he winks, stepping away to his seat to wait on you. You order your coffee and fill it with creamer at the counter, stirring the cup almost too long to stall yourself. Do you really want to sit with him and talk to him after what happened between the two of you? After growing up beside him all your life, only to be thrown away as a nobody when it mattered most? You don't think you can handle that, but you tell yourself that your feelings really haven't quite gone away.
Even as you look at him, his dark, curled hair on his forehead and brown eyes; the smoothness of his cheeks, the grayish jacket and dark jeans and the way his hands look clasped together on the table, you know he is the same Jung Hoseok. He never changed. Just the circumstances around the two of you did.
*
The caps are thrown in the air and cheers echo across the field. "Congratulations, Class of 2009!" You watch parents run to greet their children and seniors run across the seats to find their friends. There's only one person you are looking for, and it's Hoseok. You'd made up your mind last week – after graduation was the best time to tell him, and the joy on your face, coupled with nervousness, is enough to send you jogging around through the groups of caps and gowns to find him.
You slam into him and you both laugh, your eyes quickly finding his. Both of your navy colored gowns glimmer in the daytime sunlight. "Listen. Hobi, there's something I have to tell you. It's pretty important."
"Same here," he says, surprising you.
"You first," both of you say at the same time, laughing again.
"Ladies first," he nods, and you take a deep breath.
You imagine Hobi, holding his little nephew as you'd seen him do a thousand times. You watch him in your mind as he dances across the tennis court. You laugh as the two of you rake leaves together, only to jump into the big pile not even seconds later, the leaves falling over the two of your heads and drifting slowly through the air. He has been with you since day one of middle school, where the two of you held hands as the both of you walked into the meanest teacher's class together. He's seen tears and happiness and anger and fighting and regret and pain and love – and through all of it you've both remained friends. He's seen the real you, someone that you didn't quite realize you'd allowed him to see. But once you realized it, your feelings for him were terribly hard to get away from. You know that you set him up with Mindy last year and they're happy, but this feeling that you can't control needs to be let out now. You take a huge breath and close your eyes, praying that he'll understand why you waited so long.
"Hoseok. I love you. I wanna be with you. I've been... wanting to say so since... like a long time ago, but I just now got the guts to tell you."
You realize you're not looking at him, but only when you move your eyes up to meet his. To your horror, he wears a pained expression. "[Your Name].... I'm sorry... I didn't... I didn't know. I was going to tell you some good news. I asked Mindy to marry me the other day."
*
You sit down across from him at the little table, your mind on his engagement to Mindy. You ask the only question you know to ask, one that he probably has seen coming already. "Did you... well, how are you and Mindy doing?"
Hoseok brings a hand up to his face slowly, running his fingers over his jawline. "About that... She uh, met someone else. Told me two weeks before the wedding. It didn't work out."
For a moment, that flicker of hope surges in you. He may want you after all. Maybe this dreaming you were doing.... All the time it took to get over him was for nothing. It's been almost four years. The pain was almost gone until now. But really, what were the odds? Coming back to your home town, a small town, and not expecting to run into him at least one time? You'd known it all along that you'd have a conversation. You just didn't know he'd be telling you they'd never gotten married after all.
"Oh... wow," You say quietly. "I'm so, so sorry," You apologize, knowing how much she meant to him.
"It's okay now. Gosh, it's so good to see you. You've let your hair grow out and everything!"
You look down at your hair and smile.
"It is really long now," You admit. "You should see it when it's straightened. I never kept it this long in high school."
"You look... wonderful. And very much like a teacher from the city," he nods in approval and
you giggle.
"You look very much like a... whatever you are," You say, wanting to laugh.
"Electrician."
"Wow, an electrician? Goodness," You smile, raising an eyebrow. You take a few sips of your coffee and look at him. "I can totally see that," You joke.
"Thanks," he says. "Well, I really gotta run. Oh, but where are you staying while you're here?"
"Oh, I'm staying downtown, in The Plaza hotel over there. Almost on the top floor."
"Okay, wanted to make sure you've got someplace nice to stay while you're here. See ya around, [Your Name]," he smiles. He steps through the coffee shop's door and your eyes trail after him, thoughts running wild.
After he'd told you about his engagement, you gave up. You went off to college that fall and left the small-town atmosphere behind. You didn't look back. You didn't wonder about him, and the only contact you made with your hometown was your family. Even that was as rare as possible. You now realize what kind of a fool you'd been, to let your friendship, or whatever it was, drain away. The two of you could have kept up, or who knows, even fallen in love again. But now it was a moot point.
You finish up your coffee and leave the shop, bracing yourself for the cold. Your car, parked a block away, seems almost too far, but you use your walking time to think about what could have been with Hobi. Before long, you're in a full-on daydream, and it doesn't stop until you get inside your car and start it up, the noise jolting you into action.
Within twenty minutes, you use your key card to step inside your hotel room, your nose crinkling at the musty-type smell. You haven't been in all day, so it smells worn away in here.
You light a candle on your nightstand and smile when you smell the fragrance. You change into your pajamas – lightweight shorts and a t-shirt – and collapse onto the bed to watch some television.
You don't realize that you've fallen asleep until there's a knock at your door. Confused, you walk over to open it.
It's Hoseok.
You want to tell yourself you're surprised, but you were honestly expecting him to pay you a visit. Just not at such an odd hour.
"Hobi, what are you-"
"Can I come in?"
You look down at your pj's and grimace but remember that he has seen you with much worse clothing on back when you were friends. You try to remind yourself that things are no different now than they were, but when you see the roses in his hand, you realize what is happening. "[Your Name]," he begins.
You just stare at him blankly, trying to comprehend the change in events. "Hoseok, I-"
"Hear me out. I was stupid. I thought I loved Mindy, but I really didn't. There was someone, from day one, that made me happy, made me smile. It was you. I didn't know what I had until it was gone, and then I had no one. After Mindy and I broke up, I tried searching for you. Your parents must have known you wanted nothing to do with me, because they weren't much help at all. But then I thought, well, if I ever see her again... it won't be hard to tell her how stupid I was, would it?
"Apparently, it's really hard. I should have told you today in the coffee shop. But I couldn't. But I guess this is best anyway, right? More... romantic, or whatever." He pauses, and you begin to smile. His hands grip the bouquet of red roses and holds them out to you. "I want you to understand that I... I love you. I always have. It just took... all this mess, for me to realize it."
Your mouth must be wide open in shock, but you reach for the flowers carefully as an acceptance of his apology. He just told you he loved you. How long have you waited for the words! Now that he said it, you can't find any way to reply. You sniff the flowers and smile at him. "I've missed you, Hobi. I'm sorry I didn't... try harder, and I'm sorry I couldn't make you see that I-"
Suddenly,
he kisses you.
You return it slowly, your hand coming to rest on the side of his jaw, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingertips. He pulls back and looks at you, asking permission to move forward, but you don't need to permit him. Both of you still standing closer to the door, he suddenly is backing you towards the bed with his kiss, kicking the door shut behind him. He doesn't touch you, no, but his body language is clear. He wants you, and he wants you on this bed.
Right now.
The sight of him and the thought of being intimate with him makes your mind take a tailspin, but you can't focus on that right now. It is just Hoseok and you,
Hoseok and you,
moving towards the bed faster than you would have ever imagined.
Your hands fumble for a place to put the flowers as you take them from him. You find a steady place on the nightstand next to the candle you'd lit earlier. He sheds his jacket and leaves it on the floor, still returning to back you towards the bed. You lean on the edge of the tall frame, smiling as you pull away from another quick kiss. You begin to make apologies again for your behavior, wanting him to know that you want this, that you always have. You need him, but you also need him to know how pathetic this whole thing has been. And how much of it is your fault. "I'm s-"
"I won't let you," he commands.
"You won't let me what?" You giggle, leaning towards him again for another kiss. He dodges you, placing his hands on your face carefully. He steps in between your legs and looks down at you.
"I won't let you apologize. So, stop it."
"But I-"
"Nope. Stop it."
You laugh and try to kiss him again, and you laugh when he dodges you a second time.
"Hobi!" You gasp.
"Say it. Say everything is my fault."
"It is. It's all your fault," You lie. "But I love you for coming back."
"That's more like it," he slurs as he moves towards you, pushing you back onto the bed. You move to the middle of the already pulled-back blankets and watch him as he positions himself over you, his hands on both sides of your shoulders. He leans down and kisses you, your lips the only thing touching, and you almost instinctively know to pull your hands up through his hair, twisting your fingers in the long roots. You move one hand to his face, tracing his jaw line, savoring it. Your mouth moves wonderfully against his, the warmth in your entire body growing tremendously without the two of you even touching.
Hoseok leans down closer, your bodies in line, and you start to pull up his shirt, your fingertips feeling tingly as you do so. He pulls it over his head and you watch his bare chest and arms as they move closer to you, encircling you once again. You un-buckle his belt at the same time as he reaches his warm hands under your shirt, the heat fading as his touch warms you. His hands follow all the way up your rib cage as he continues to kiss you. When his fingers reach your bare breasts, he pauses for a second, and you try to adjust your thoughts as to what he will do next. In an effort to surprise him, you sit up, and he moves with you in the opposite direction, scooting towards the bottom of the bed. You pull your shirt over your head carefully and kiss him before lying back down, careful to keep his attention as you do.
Suddenly, his mouth breaks away from yours and he moves to your neck, palming your breasts slowly as he lowers his body completely. You tug on his pants as a suggestion and he takes a break to pull them down, then you do the same to his boxers, his feet kicking them from the edge of the bed. You look at the ceiling, wondering how this has happened all in one day, but you're only distracted for a moment until Hoseok slowly trails his hands up your ribcage again, his hand grazing your left nipple. You let out a soft gasp of breath, and he notices. "Do you like...?"
You smile and nod, and he repeats the motion, carefully massaging your breasts as he kisses your neck and face and lips. You roll your head back a bit involuntarily, the feeling of his hands overpowering you for a moment. When you regain that control, you watch him smile as he trails his fingers back down to your shorts, his index finger lifting the edge of them. You nod, and he pulls them down along with your underwear, and you kick your feet under the warm blanket, your legs involuntarily moving apart.
Hoseok is still above the sheet, but he lowers his body even closer to you, moving his hips against yours slowly. You kick your feet and breathe out heavily with each movement, the entire love-making experience seeming overwhelming and very much like the most beautiful thing in the world. You move in this way for a while, and you don't realize the effect the motion has until he stops to ask you something. "Are you... absolutely sure you want to... today?"
You don't even hesitate. "I love you, Jung Hoseok," You tell him.
"I love you, too." He smiles, pulling back the blanket and slides under it with you, the heat of his skin on yours making you gasp. You bite your lip a bit in pleasure, trying to find his lips to kiss him again. Even though you know there are no barriers between the two of you now, you don't even realize how close you are until you feel his warmth press in between your legs and gasp. He pulls away from the kiss for a second approval, and you can only let out a breathy sound of permission. He places his hand on your arm and lifts a bit, and then you feel his entrance, the pain of the moment making you almost yelp. But then it is over, and he presses into you, the pain releasing and pure pleasure taking over. "I love you, Hoseok." You say.
"I love you more, baby," he replies softly. "Always have." His face contorts in pleasure as he pulls out and pushes back in again, your breathing moving together. The next few times he grows faster, and soon he is moving against you rather quickly, your breathing synchronizing. It is truly something beautiful, the way the two of you fit so perfectly together.
And in all honesty, you two always have, you decide.
Written by: @rhonda_lynn on Wattpad
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