The ask thing with 28 and 30 with J-hope please? Thank you ^^
Reader x fuckboy!Hoseok
words count: 2687
Inspired by this prompt list.
summary: I really don’t know what to say about this one….except it was really fun to write…and fuckboy Hoseok does things to me.
University was a new world. Everywhere you turned there would be a new person you had never seen before or noticed and in a large lecture room that happened to occur very often. You made your way up to the middle of the back and sat down next to a girl that had become your friend, her name was Jia, an 18 year old fresh out of high school who was really outgoing.
“Who’s the guy in the corner over there?” You asked Jia quietly while looking in his direction.
“That’s Hoseok,” Jia replied, “Pretty cute huh?” She winked.
“Yeah he is but I was only asking because I haven’t seen him before.” You played it off.
Jia laughed, “We’ve had this class for four weeks already.”
“It’s a huge class!” You laughed. She had a right to tease you though. You had the tendency to be very oblivious to your surroundings. A fact proven by the various scars decorating your body from your clumsiness.
The two of you continued talking until the professor started his presentation. Taking a business class meant writing a billion notes every lesson and having to pay close attention to everything, but you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes from trailing over Hoseok’s back. He was absolutely gorgeous with those brown eyes and dark brown hair hidden under a backwards snap back. You silently begged for him to turn and look at you so you could get a better look at his face, but he either didn’t feel you staring, or chose to ignore it.
After the hour was up you and Jia said your goodbyes. You usually sit and chat for a bit before your next class, but you only had fifteen minutes and you desperately needed coffee. True to your oblivious nature, you weren’t paying any attention as you sat down in the next classroom, coffee in one hand and your phone in the other. It wasn’t until you put your phone down that you noticed you had sat down two seats away from Hoseok. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed he was in this class with you either and blushed when you noticed him looking at you. You smiled politely and turned your attention away almost immediately. How on Earth had you not realized he was in not one, but two, of your classes? Even his stupid lips were attractive, but no matter how gorgeous he was, you weren’t going to let yourself develop a crush on him. No. No way. This was your year to focus on yourself, get good grades and not let anyone break your heart again.
And then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him get up and move into the seat next to you. If you thought that you had blushed before, now you felt like you were on fire. Bad, bad, bad. Why are you so weak when it comes to cute boys? It was like you were an ice cube and they were the flame that just melted you into a puddle.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” he whispered, shooting you wide-mouthed smile. “I’m Jung Hoseok.”
You turned to look at him, studying his adorable cheek bones, before forcing yourself to smile. “I’m Y/f/n.”
“You’re in my business class too right?” He asked, tilting his head curiously. You noticed the way his ears poked out from below his hat and found yourself wondering just how attractive one person was allowed to be.
“I just noticed you there today actually,” you said sheepishly.
“Is that why you sat next to me in this class?” Hoseok joked, making your shoulder relax. He was easy to talk to, he made you feel comfortable.
“I didn’t notice you here either,” you laughed, “and besides, you took that initiative.”
He chuckled and God was it sexy, “I did, didn’t I? Couldn’t help myself.”
There it was. The line that would repeat itself constantly in your mind for who knows how long but you were determined to not let that happen. Hoseok, or Hobi as he liked to be called, kept making conversation throughout the lecture but you refused to give him much attention because that was the whole idea of what you needed this year. It didn’t seem to phase him one bit though, he seemed to love it actually, it made him more determined to try and win you over.
Suddenly it seemed like the boy you failed to notice was all you could notice now. He was in two of your classes, hung out in the same group as Jia, got coffee at the same coffee cart after lectures, and now here he was standing in front of you with a shit-eating grin that made you want to punch him.
After talking to Jia and her friends you found out a lot about Jung Hoseok and what type of person he was. He was a fuckboy. Every bit the object of everyone’s affection on campus. After leading the school’s step team to its first victory in ten years, he was all anyone could talk about. Guys wanted to be his friend, girls wanted to be in his bed. He was everything you were trying to avoid this school year, but he seemed determined to make himself unavoidable.
“Y/n!” He greeted you, interrupting your conversation with Jia. He looked incredible, much to your disappointment. His usual snap back was pulled down over his brown hair and the white v-neck he was wearing was giving you a delicious view of his collarbones.
“Hoseok,” you sighed, “are you stalking me?”
“I should be asking you that,” he winked. So he hadn’t been completely oblivious to the fact that he seemed to be anywhere you happened to be lately. Jia looked between the two of you, giggling as she shook her head and left you to fend off Hobi’s advances on your own.
“I’ve got no reason to stalk you,” you shrugged, causing him to laugh. “Look, Y/n, I just wanted to invite you to this party the line is throwing tomorrow.”
“Your step line?” You weren’t about to pretend you were thrilled with being invited, but you were a little bit flattered. You definitely weren’t going though. If Hoseok was going to be there, you would make sure to be at least 20 miles away at all times. He must’ve noticed your lack of enthusiasm, “Do you trust me?”
“No,” you answered immediately.
“Smart.” He chuckled, pulling his lip between his teeth. “I wont pretend I ever have honorable intentions when it comes to you.”
“Just when it comes to me, huh?” You scoffed, checking the time on your phone to make sure he wasn’t making you late for your next class. He was quick to jump into action, slipping your phone from your hand while it was unlocked and putting his number in your contacts.
“I know you really want to come, so text me for the address.” He grinned, “You don’t have to pretend you haven’t been eye-fucking me from across the room since we’ve met. I know girls think playing hard to get is cute, but I like it when my girl is honest.”
You snatched your phone out of his hand and glared daggers. He was un-fucking-believable. Absolutely full of himself. Absolutely sexy. But so full of himself. “I’m not your girl, Hobi. Trust me, I never will be.”
“We’ll see,” he shrugged.
You made the mistake of telling Jia all about your run in with the school’s favorite fuckboy, and she would not let you live. She gave you a million reasons on why you should go to Hoseok’s party- you need to meet more people, you need to have fun before midterm stress starts, instead of listening to the few reasons you shouldn’t- I really don’t want to see that asshole. And thanks to her being such a smooth talker, even you couldn’t understand why you weren’t going to the step line’s party in the end.
Which is how you ended up with a red cup of mystery punch in your hand, your body moving to the loud bass of the song pumping through the speakers, and a stranger’s hands on your hips. You had let go of all your reluctance to join in on the fun about three drinks ago and the step line’s youngest member, Jungkook, had convinced you to show him what you’re made of on the dance floor. Something about not believing you could dance as well as you claimed ignited a competitive fire in you that hadn’t burned in quite a while.
“Alright, alright,” Jungkook chuckled, backing away from you and holding his hands up in defeat. “You got moves, sweetheart.”
You handed him your drink and smirked. You flicked your hair behind your shoulder and wound your hips in time with the music, before shuffling into the familiar choreography of the song. “I told you that you couldn’t keep up.”
“Ah, our maknae might not be able to match your enthusiasm, but the leader is another story,” Hoseok chimed in, his hands finding your waist and hitting the steps effortlessly behind you. The liquid courage in your veins had you too hazed to be bothered with his sudden appearance, the crowds cheers fueling your ego.
The beat picked up switching songs, sweat trickling down your back, as you struggled to remember the steps that came next. The dance wasn’t originally a partnered dance, so how Hobi was keeping up with the steps and freestyling to incorporate touching you was blowing your mind. It was the choreography for Needed Me that the step line had used for their auditions last year, so you knew he had to know the dance well, but damn.
The footwork escalated, playing with the timing, until it slowed down enough for you to slide your feet back and drop down into a squat. Your body moved slowly to the left, Hobi using his hands as if he was your puppet master, jerking his hands up just in time for you to clap, before using your hands like you were steering a car and sliding slowly to the right. Don’t get it twisted.
You dramatically cut the strings when Rhianna’s mumbled hitlist vibrated through the speakers, you mouthed along to the words as you backed Hobi away from the center. It was a power play, one you could tell surprised him, but he hid it well. Didn’t they tell you that I was a savage?
Then the beat kicks back in and you’re the center of attention. Your body jumping back into the middle of the floor as your feet raced to hit each beat perfectly. This is the part of the choreography where you prevail, your popping and locking proving Rihanna’s lyrics without a doubt, before the song ends and the crowd is roaring.
Jungkook scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder, smacking you on the ass. “Holy shit!”
“Who knew under all that nerdy exterior was a tigress waiting to pounce,” Jungkook, laughed, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“If you know the choreography so well, why the hell didn’t you audition?” Hoseok chimed in, handing you a fresh drink.
“When’s the last time the step line let a girl in the mix? 2007?” You laughed, “I’m not about to set myself up for failure.”
“When’s the last time the step line won a championship?” He fired back. “I’m in charge now baby girl, I would’ve accepted you in a heartbeat.”
“Hmm, is that so?” You cocked one eyebrow in a challenge, your chest still heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “Would that have been because I’m actually talented, or because you want to fuck me?”
Jungkook let out a loud gufaw sound as he tried to hide his smirk behind his hand. Hoseok just shrugged, “both.”
You rolled your eyes and used the hair tie on your wrist to tie your sweaty hair up out of your face. “Figures.”
The three of you continued your conversation until Hobi spotted something he liked and left you and Jungkook to finish talking on your own. Jungkook was sweet and made you laugh constantly. You were glad Jia convinced you to come out tonight, even if it was just because you got to meet him. Speaking of Jia, it was about that time she came barreling down the steps, a shocked look plastered across her face as she rushed your way.
“Y/n, we’ve got to dip,” she gasped, grabbing onto your wrist to drag you to the front door.
“Jia,” you laughed and pulled her to a stop. “Slow down. What’s going on?”
You spotted a boy with blonde hair buttoning up his shirt as he rejoined the party, quickly putting two and two together. “Holy shit, you totally fucked that guy!”
“Shh!” She gasped, throwing her hands over your mouth.”It was an accident.”
“You accidentally let him tear your clothes off and put his dick in you?” You giggled, not even drunk enough to believe her at this point.
“Yes!” She cried, “now can we please get out of here?” You let her lead you outside after throwing a wave in Jungkook’s direction, but your fun was far from over that night.
Jia quickly realized in her rush to leave she left her handbag, along with her phone and room key, in the bedroom upstairs. “God dammit! We’ve got to go back in there and get it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you giggled. Jia begged you to keep an eye out and help her sneak back in. She would be mortified if the boy saw her sneaking back into his room.
You two went into stealth mode. Your eyes darted left and right as ya’ll walked back into the house. You kept your eyes open for the handsome blonde she had been shacking up with as ya’ll crept back up the stairs and down the hallway. You couldn’t help but feel like you two were in your own episode of Totally Spies! as you slipped into the third door on the left while double checking no one saw you.
“Hurry up and help me find it!” she whined, shuffling through the blankets on the bed as you kicked dirty clothes around with a wary eye. You didn’t want to touch some weirdo’s dirty clothes, especially considering what just happened in this room moments ago.
A scuffle at the door had Jia snatching her bag out from under the pillow and darting over to grab your wrist, “Quickly! Let’s hide in that closet.”
You two giggled, rushing to slide the door open and ducking underneath the clothes, your eyes staring through the cracks anxiously.
“Mmm, so good for me baby girl,” a familiar voice moaned, as two body’s clashed passionately in the middle of the room.
“Oh my God,” Jia whispered, “this isn’t even that bastard’s room and we fucked in here.”
You couldn’t join in on Jia’s disgust, your eyes too busy staring hungrily at Hoseok’s abs as he removed his shirt. Your cheeks were on fire as you watched his hands stroke down the girls ribs, gripping her hips hungrily as she pushed into him with need. He was even more attractive half naked, you weren’t sure you were going to make it through him removing his pants.
“I can’t watch this,” Jia whined, momentarily diverting your attention. “What do we do?”
“Run for it?” you giggled. Okay, so maybe you were more drunk than you thought.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she snorted, grabbing onto your hand to help steady you both. The girl let at a particularly loud moan and your eyes were back on the bed. Hobi’s head had fallen back, his hands wound tightly in her blonde hair, as his hips thrust into her mouth. He was big, pulling himself fully out of her mouth, before slamming back in. You couldn’t seem to look away as he lost himself on her tongue. Now you could see why those girls never seemed to regret hooking up with him.
“On the count of three,” Jia whispered. “1….”
His eyes snapped shut, “you feel so fucking good.”
“Fuck, baby girl, just like that.”
And just like that, you were tearing your eyes away from him as Jia slammed the closet door open and you two took off through his room and out the door, laughing obnoxiously as you went. Hobi’s “WHAT THE FUCK?!” following you all way out of the house.