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24 with J-hope please? ❤❤🙈maybe a smut/angsty kinda mood to it? Thank you!!!
Pour Up (Hoseok x Reader)
Prompt request: “Are you drunk?”
Summary: You have a huge crush on Hoseok, so of course you decide to get sloppy drunk in front of him (luckily, Hoseok finds you cute anyway).
Word count: 836 words
When you decided to go to Taehyung’s party, it was because you needed to unwind and you knew that boy was wild. You weren’t expecting to find yourself to be doing a keg stand, being held up by Jimin and the host himself, but you weren’t opposed to it.
Eventually, you reached your limit and the two boys set you back onto your feet. You wiped away the beer that had splashed onto your face. Not your classiest moment, but you and everyone else were too smashed to care.
“Oh my god! Y/N,” a female voice squealed. Someone wrapped their arms around your neck, and you staggered underneath the person’s weight. Looking over your shoulder you saw it was your friend, Yerin. “I’m so happy to see you!”
Yerin tried to jump onto your back, but she barely succeeded at getting both feet of the ground. Instead, she ended up throwing her body at you, sending both you and her stumbling. You landed on the living room floor with a loud thud, giggling as you tried to disentangle yourselves.
“Yerin,” you whined, your legs wobbling as you tried to stand. “Help me up.”
Your friend, who was equally drunk, managed to pull you upright after several unsuccessful attempts.
“I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get some water,” you slurred, clutching onto Yerin like a lifeline. “I’m, like, super dizzy.”
“Okay,” Yerin said, patting you on the head. “I’m just going to dance.”
And in the middle of the living room, where no one else was dancing, Yerin began to sway to the music playing from someone’s shitty speakers. You laughed at her uncoordinated movements, eventually stumbling away in the direction of the kitchen.
There were a few people in the small kitchen, so you clumsily maneuvered your way around them in search of the fridge. You remembered that Taehyung was boujee as fuck and had a fridge stocked with Fiji water.
Soon, you were able to locate Taehyung’s fridge. When you opened it, you confirmed that Taehyung was indeed a rich bitch. You grabbed one of the Fiji bottles and guzzled down half in one go.
Feeling a little more sober, you closed the fridge door and made to return to Yerin. But just as you began to turn, you backed into someone’s solid chest. Still being quite drunk, your mind just buffered as it tried to process the situation.
“Oh, sorry,” you finally settled on (several moments after the collision had happened) and made no attempt to move.
“It’s fine,” the person behind you replied, a smile in their voice. And you identified whom the voice belonged to immediately. Hoseok.
You jumped away, your cheeks on fire, as you turned to face your classmate you had been low-key crushing on for the past two years.
“Hoseok!” you squeaked. “Didn’t know you were coming.”
“Oh, hey Y/N,” Hoseok replied, his trademark sunshine-y smile lighting up his face. “Yeah, I wasn’t planning on coming, but here I am.”
“Very cool,” you responded–too earnestly. He looked at you a bit strangely, but he didn’t comment. “How many watts is your smile? I think I’m going blind.”
“Uh,” Hoseok said slowly. “Thank you? I think?”
“You’re a good guy, Hoseok,” you reassured him, patting him on the arm repeatedly. Although you missed the mark a few times and ended up palming his chest instead. “Oh my god? Did I just touch your chest? I’m so sorry, Hoseok!”
“What?” he asked, surprised at your distress. “It’s no big deal, Y/N. Don’t worry about it–wait, why are you crying!?”
“I didn’t want it to happen like this,” you wailed, your face crumpling.
“Are you drunk?” Hoseok questioned, hesitantly inching forward. You just sobbed at him in reply. “Okay, stupid question. Let’s try to calm down, okay?”
“I wanted to woo you first,” you whimpered. “Say something witty and make you like me. Then go on some cute coffee dates. And then feel up your chest.”
“Wow, that’s–I don’t–um,” Hoseok stammered. “Maybe we can talk about this when you’re sober tomorrow.”
“I can’t face you ever again, Hoseok,” you said sadly. You stared at the hand that accidentally groped Hoseok’s chest. “I ruined everything. Now you hate me.”
You were hit by a fresh wave of tears. Unsure of what to do, but always unfailingly kind, Hoseok pulled you into his arms and stroked your back soothingly.
“That’s not true,” Hoseok said. “I don’t hate you, Y/N. Even though you touched my chest by accident, which, by the way, is not a dealbreaker. I’ll still let you woo me and use witty lines. And then maybe we can do the coffee dates, too.”
“Really?” you snivelled, looking up at Hoseok. He smiled kindly down at you. “Can we just forget this ever happened?”
“I don’t think you’ll remember much of tonight, to be honest,” Hoseok smirked. “But no, I’d rather not. It was kind of cute, in a weirdly earnest way.”
- Girl in Luv
Okay…so this wasn’t smut or angst. But I was traumatized by the Jimin party smut from last time, and I just wrote a next level angst with Hoseok. So please…let’s all just take a break with some humour. My weak heart can only take so much. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!