hobie call

frokennordstrom  asked:

There are quite few little things we are missing or even getting wrong about bts as international fandom due to poor translation/subs or just cultural differences! F.ex. every times Namjoon calls Hobi "his chingu", it is being translated as they're besties/ friends for life etc. But thats not accurate! If one has a best friend in school, thats a chingu, yes. BUT so are everyone in that class! Hobi and Rapmon been consequently born on the same calendar year, so that makes them chingu's

oooooh this is really interesting i wonder how many more things we’re missing ;;

today, on mytwittermemesaretrash™

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.9]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, light smut

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“My mom wants me to become more involved at the school,” you sighed, walking with Taehyung to P.E.

The last few days your mom had been hinting that she wanted you to become involved, “like your brother”. You’d done your best to act clueless in order to get her to drop the subject, but she’d finally confronted you and outright told you that she wanted you to become more involved.

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Is it just me or did anyone notice this part?? (1st picture)

YOONGI ACTUALLY WENT TO GRAB HOBI HAND. Is like hobi just went passed him but at that very second, yoongi kind of know it so he just spread his hand and grab him. UUURRRRGGHHHH MY YOONSEOK FEEL IS SAILINGGGGGGGGGGG

sorry guys.. because when Jin hold suga but suga don’t reciprocate but when hobi passed, he just……. did it. ARGH ;A;

Jin and JK’s ‘Adult’ Poem

Watch Me Babygirl [10]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [previous part]


“Woah are you okay? You look tired as hell.”

You sighed, leaning your head against the cool surface of your locker door. You simply sighed, not in the mood to explain to Hoseok why you looked so exhausted.

You jumped at the sudden pressure on your shoulder and turned to look at Hoseok. He looked concerned and you didn’t blame him. In all honesty, it looked as if somebody had punched you in face. The bags underneath your eyes were gigantic and dark and you entire face was overall unnaturally gaunt.

“Hey if you don’t feel like dancing today you don’t have to. As long as you still feel up to watching…” he said, his tone soft and sympathetic.

“Hey maybe dancing will actually wake me up,” you replied, shrugging before taking a drink from your water bottle.

He nodded, placing a hand on either side of your head and squishing your cheeks in.

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BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; J-Hope Version

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

You were curled up in bed, the blankets pulled towards your face as you slept softly. Then your alarm rang through the silence and you groaned in annoyance. You tried to reach for your phone to turn it off, but your limbs were so heavy and hot that you couldn’t do it. It was then you noticed how sweaty you were; how you were unconsciously breathing through your mouth and how scratchy your throat was. You pulled off your blankets slowly; and your subconscious prediction was correct, you sweated through your sheets. You attempted to get up, but your legs were so shaky that you fell to the floor, bonking your head on your dresser. You groaned, gripping your sweaty forehead to try and alleviate the pain. Your phone, however, fell from the dresser through the force of your fall so you could at least stop the annoying chiming sound your alarm made. Again, you tried to sit up, but your limbs hurt too much and you fell back onto the carpet with a soft thud. You huffed out an annoyed sigh and grabbed your phone, dialing a number, praying for them to answer. When the phone line connected you through, you almost cried in relief.

“H-Hoseok. I-I need you over here.”

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“Y/N?! Are you alright?!” Hoseok ran into your room about ten minutes later, startling you from your dozing. He first noticed the drenched bed, then your figure laying on the floor panting softly. He bent down and brushed the hair out of your face, his eyes widening when he felt the sweat.

“Darling what happened? You’re so sick.” he fussed, running his hands all over your face.

“Hobi, I fell out of bed, I can’t get up.” your voice was scratchy and rough and Hoseok cooed at you, shushing your words.

He rolled you into his arms, carrying you like a baby out onto the living room couch. You snuggled into his embrace; afraid to let go of him. Hoseok had been there for you during all your rough patches. Ever since you two met in middle school, he had been your sunshiny best friend and your saving grace after all the years went by. You loved him. You loved Hoseok so much that it hurt, and it surprised you that he never caught onto your “more than brotherly” feelings. And seeing him worried and fussing over you almost made you feel guilty for causing him to act this way. But he knew you couldn’t help it, and Hoseok was more than happy to take care of you.

“I’ll be back, alright?” he smiled, placing a peck on your forehead before rushing off.

You closed your eyes, trying to steady out your breathing as you heard Hoseok move around your apartment. You heard the tub in the bathroom fill up, the rustle of sheets in your room, and rummaging in your hallway closet. Hoseok came back later, gently shaking you so that you could look up at him with heavy eyes.

“Y/N, I changed your sheets for you. I also drew you a bath so you can get cleaned up, and I brought medicine.” he smiled, propping you up so you could gulp down the pills. You took the medicine from his hand and he held the glass of water for you.

“You’re a saint Hobi.” you said, placing the medicine in your mouth before grabbing the water to swallow it down. Hoseok chuckled and ruffled your hair.

“I know, what would you do without me? C'mon, let’s get you up love.” he said, lifting you into his arms and taking you to the bathroom. He set you down on the toilet, rushing out of the room and coming back in an instant with fresh pajamas in his hands. He placed them on the counter before a pink blush rose in his cheeks.

“Do you need help…um…undressing?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile on his face. You blushed too and nodded, looking down at your feet in shame. You could feel Hoseok’s hands shaking slightly as he pulled off your shirt, and he tried his best to avert his eyes, which you were grateful for. His hands burned your skin even more as they ran along your waist to pull down your sweatpants, and your breath sped up; and it wasn’t because of the sickness you had. Hoseok tugged down your underwear, and at this point you were nude in front of him and both your cheeks were as red as tomatoes. He gulped and lifted you up, placing you into the tub gently. You could see him sneaking glances at your bare body, and your confidence rose a bit knowing that your crush of forever found your body somewhat appealing.

“T-Thanks Hobi.” you mumbled and Hoseok attempted to smile in return, but you could see his eyes were clouded with something other than concern.

“Are you hungry Y/N?” he asked. “Y'know, I should just make something just in case, you never know…” he mumbled to himself, exiting the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind him. You giggled softly to yourself and relaxed into the warm water. You washed up and soaked for a while longer before the effects of the medicine kicked in and the need to sleep covered you like a blanket.

“Hobi?” you called in your scratchy voice, and Hoseok was there in 2.8 seconds. He peeked his head through the door.

“I think I’m ready to get out.” you blushed. Hoseok, though he didn’t blush this time, fumbled a bit in helping you dry off and get into your pjs. He carried you into your room, tucking you neatly back into bed.

“Do you wanna try and have some soup?” he whispered as he turned off the lights and closed the blinds, making the room darker.

“Maybe later. Can you just…lay with me?” you asked. Hoseok smiled and nodded, moving onto the open side of the bed and allowing you to cuddle into his arms, pushing the thought of himself getting sick aside for your comfort and care.

“You’re not too hot like this Y/N?” he asked with concern laced in his voice. You shook your head no and nuzzled deep into his embrace.

“No, you’re too hot for anyone in this world though.” you said drowsily. Hoseok giggled; the medicine was probably making you talk, so he played along.

“Oh really? Is that so?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m so lucky to have you Hobi. I love you a lot. Like, more than friends like. I’m so glad you’re here and with me at that. I don’t deserve you.” you mumbled. Hoseok just stared down at you, a sad smile etched on his face and he ran his fingers through your damp hair.

“You just say that because you’re hyped on drugs, Y/N. You don’t mean it.”

“But Hobi, I do. I really love you.” you mumbled incoherently into his chest, rubbing your hands over his shoulders lazily. Hoseok sighed deeply, nudging himself closer to you. He wanted to hold you like this for as long as he could; you didn’t allow this normally and he relished in the contact.

“If only you meant it Y/N, I’d make you mine in a heart beat. Cause I actually do love you, y'know that darling? Might as well confess since you won’t remember it later. I love you Y/N, I love you so much. God it’s so good to actually say it aloud, even if you won’t remember it.” Hoseok said softly, pressing you so close to his chest that it was hard to tell where you ended and where he began. You softly snored against him, pressing your lips into his collarbone gently. Hoseok rubbed his thumb over the corner of your lips, smiling to himself as he stared down at you.

“God, I want to kiss you so bad Y/N, you don’t even know.” Hoseok mumbled, sighing softly and he rested his head above yours on the soft pillow. He decided he’d sleep as well, dreaming that under some miracle you’d develop feelings for him too. Unbeknownst to Hoseok, he didn’t know that you felt exactly the same way, and that you heard and understood every word that he had spoken to you in your “sleeping” state.

Notorious (pt. 01)

Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Angst, future Smut & a bit of Fluff…
Word Count: 8k

Summary: Kim fucking Taehyung was notorious for being a pranker, a player and an asshole, and you hated him for it.

A/N: hey guys! So this is the story I’ve been writing this past week. Let me know what you think of it and if you liked it :)

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“When we go out at night
And stars are shining bright 
Up in the skies above 
Or at the high school dance 
Where you can find romance 
Maybe it might be lo-o-o-o-ove”

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Yoongi:
  • Calls Hoseok his Soul Partner
  • “I always get my energy from J-Hope”
  • Always happy whenever with Hoseok
  • Always excited and filled with energy on Hoseok’s behalf
  • Loves holding hands with Hoseok
  • Prefers being close (and I mean chest to back with no space inbetween close) to Hoseok rather than the other members
  • Uses their ship name to do variety shows
  • No, but literally he called Hobi his Soulmate
  • Actual Slytherpuff relationship
If It’s You (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @sunshinehobi7. Hope you like it Rachel!

Hoseok and You

Genre: Fratboy Hoseok, fluff, smut and a little angst thrown in for good measure heh heh

Word count: 7, 205 words

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Crossing the threshold of the house felt like stepping into a different world. The music was so loud it felt like the whole place was thumping in time with the beats. It was not usually your scene but when your roommate, Amy, asked if you wanted to go to the party with her she didn’t have much persuading to do. You had just finished your finals, you deserved a break and socialise after being cooped up with books for so long and maybe kick back a beer or two.

So here you were. You smiled and greeted the other students you knew as you delved further into the house, letting Amy lead you to the spacious living room. It didn’t feel very big now that it was packed with a large amount of people chatting and dancing with no organisation whatsoever as it typically was at this sort of gathering.

An hour or so later found you still in the same room, not having moved much from your original spot where you leaned against the wall, talking to some of your friends about plans for the break. Your legs were aching from standing too long and you’d give anything to be able to sit down on the couch you were sure was in the middle of the room somewhere, but so many people had been crowding it that you hadn’t even been able to see it most of the time.

Then a group of people finally shuffled off to gift you with a view of the couch. However, it wasn’t the furniture that caught your attention, but the people sitting on it. One particular person, to be exact. The people flanking him on either side did not matter to you; you were instantly drawn to the man sprawled on the couch, his body lean and relaxed. His hair was not quite blonde, perhaps it was the lighting in the room playing tricks on you but it looked peach; a colour you’d brand silly on anyone else, but on him it seemed fitting and suited to his tanned skin.

He tilted his head right at that moment and caught your eye. That was when you decided that just as his hair colour suited his tan, his slightly darkened skin matched the sunny smile that he flashed you even more. The curve of your lips hitched upwards reflexively as you returned his intense gaze with your own that was filled with wonder. Never had you felt so drawn to someone before, and it was not just his looks either, because you’d met guys who were drop dead gorgeous yet didn’t feel the pull that you were experiencing now.

You were unsure if he thought that you were as magnetic as you found him to be, but you knew that his gaze was piercing you longer than necessary, spanning almost a minute before he leaned on his side to say something to the girl sitting next to him, never taking his eyes off of you. The girl’s expression took on a look of surprise, then she nodded and walked out of the room. His grin turned into one of proud triumph as he patted the vacant seat, motioning for you to come over and take it.

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