⚬ warnings⇁public sex, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, dom!junghope, demeaning names during sex if you aren’t into that, jealousy
⚬ word count⇁5.5k
You’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines—but you do. The problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. After that, you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions.
↳ or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps
Summary: As a new professor at Hogwarts, you knew separating your present and your past within the walls was an important distinction to maintain your respectability. But finding out that your coworker was your schoolgirl crush for five years hadn’t been part of the plan. Pairing: Hoseok | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU Word Count: 13,788 Author’s Note: Took advantage of some Hoseok feelings I’ve been suffering from as of late and decided to pair it with my Harry Potter AUs!!!! Once again, tagging @chokemejimin who has asked to tagged in my HP works!! Hope you like it!
There’s a saying that goes around that often relates to the idea that people, places, or things that were once daunting and terrifying gradually start to become less intimidating with the help of time, growth, maturity—all those things you never believed would happen to you. After all, who wants to welcome the idea of growing old with opened arms?
You remember being seventeen and witnessing what you had believed would be the last sight you would ever get of Hogwarts, the comforting walls that housed seven years of your childhood, seven years worth of secrets, friendships, youth, innocence, and a desperation to chase after something you didn’t quite know about yet. Being as young and naive and indecisive as you were, it would have been difficult to comprehend the idea of returning, if returning to Hogwarts was something you even thought to consider in the first place. It never was.
It’s funny how much you had a tendency to return back to the place that reminded you most of home. Despite the history behind its walls, the war across the campus, Hogwarts remains consistent and peaceful and traditional. Unlike your very first day at eleven years old, you brush in through the doors of Hogwarts with a grace of familiarity. No longer do the tall walls that seem to stretch out to the ceiling terrify you and no longer do the endless corridors frighten you. You’re no longer a student who perhaps did not know any better. You’ve returned as a professor, just a little bit older and just a little bit wiser.
The baggage handle curled around your fingertips feel as if they’re growing heavier and heavier the longer you find yourself making your way through the outside courtyard of the school, towards the castle, trying to make your way to the new quarters you had been gifted with as a new educator of the institute. In spite of the struggle, it’s hard to keep the bounce out of your step, the smile across your features, because although returning back to the rooms of your past is not something you would have elected to spend your career under, it’s a new whole sensation approaching Hogwarts and knowing that you would get to do something and invest your time in something you were always particularly passionate about.
You’re just reaching the front steps of the school, before a voice calls out to you, striking a chord of familiarity in your heart as you let the tone sink into your mind and rummage through the archives of your brain. “Hey, you need some help with that?”
(A/N) The moment of truth has finally arrived y’all, Call Boy Jaehyun has joined the party! Hope you enjoy him for the night! ;)
You didn’t trust men anymore, not after having your heart broken over and over by them without batting a lash. Each breakup warped and shaped you into the woman you were now, someone who was broken but strong enough to handle her own…and her men.
You should’ve taken a break from dating, but your mind kept convincing you that the next one would work and that you would be stronger. Each man that you dated slowly changed you, the only consolidation your heart ever felt was when you were breaking a man’s will underneath your six-inch heel. Your friends jokingly called you a man eater, and you didn’t make any attempt to correct them because you knew that’s exactly what you were.
when you first moved in with jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Turns out, living in the same apartment with this gorgeous man is a lot harder than you thought it’d be. he didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did you. it’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension.
fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. that is until you meet min yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships. collage!au
on a certain day at the coffee shop, you met a young, special fellow who had your favourite color as his haircolor. what you didn’t know, is that this guy’s only wish was to become your special fellow.
after falling for your already taken bestfriend, min yoongi, your confession results in a less than surprising fall out. three years later, you find yourself at your own wedding, except whom the last millisecond of each one of your heartbeats is beating for isn’t the groom ; it’s him
in his long career, yoongi had quickly learned how being a professional killer required many do’s but only a few dont’s - just two, to be more precise: nr. 1 never miss your target, and nr. 2 don’t ever get caught.
and yet, after meeting you, it was crystal clear that he had never considered the most important one.
it’s the summer and all you want to be doing is hanging out with your friends. your parents have other ideas and when you end up at a resort in the middle of the mountains, the only bright thing in sight is the dance instructor, hoseok. if only said dance instructor didn’t seem to completely hate you.
taking care of your boyfriend (who’s a member of one of seoul’s most notorious gangs). when he’s bruised and battered always seems to lead to more than what you had bargained for - not that you’re complaining.
ever since you were seven you spent every summer with the boy you loathed. your parents had forced you year upon year to put up with park jimin and neither of you knew why. it only became apparent now, that they had decided you two would be married whether you liked each other or not
you and taehyung have been together for the brunt of ten months, suddenly he’s talking to you less and less, and soon not at all; he’s absorbed in his phone, he’s coming home late or not at all. Is it you? or the person on the other side of the phone? you know he’s cheating, but you’re in a rut. what can you do?
that’s right, you fancied jeon jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. but what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?
in which jeon jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head!
your watch comes alive in jungkook’s presence, but often time, never as long as you will it to be no matter how hard you pray to the fates. the moments with him are fleeting and brief like the akin-to magical seconds you spend watching the cityscape buzz to life on nights you can’t sleep - nights jungkook isn’t there to kiss your worries away and disappear like the wind blowing through cities at the break of dawn. when your the hands on your watch stills with glaring zeroes, you know where he’s at, you know who he’s with - he goes back to her, the woman who his time starts and ends with.
he doesn’t see a future with you. and he makes it clear when he takes your heart and stamps on it in the street. it’s only a month later when he regrets it and wants to apologise but, what’s he supposed to do when you have found someone who looks at you like you’re the moon and the stars and you look at this other person like they’re the sun and sky.
after one day, you and jungkook create a routine, you would see each other every morning and every afternoon on the bus, you would laugh, you would cry, joke and tell all. you too quickly became great friends and quickly felt that there was something between you, but when you suddenly stop getting the bus, what else can jungkook do but chase buses in the hopes of finding you again.
Hoseok Genre: Smut Word Count: 3430-ish When faced with Jung Hoseok, how could you not be a tease? Just a little?
A/N: There might definitely be a second part. Involving that goddam dancer’s body. I’ve been struck and killed by the Hobi train, along with @yoongis-sass, and it is to be war between us. A fic war. Oops.
You loved all the boys. They were your closest friends and brothers, and even if you didn’t get to spend as much time with them as you would other friends, they were really the only friends you needed.
Especially Hoseok. But in a different way. You were, without a doubt, 300% in love with Hoseok. His smiles, his laughter, his warm hugs and unfailing kindness. His unintentional and incredible sexiness. Just to begin with.
And when faced with Jung Hoseok, you couldn’t help but be a tease. Just a little.
description: Street racing was your dirty little secret, you could never get enough of the thrill, of the adrenaline that pumped through your veins like a drug. You were used to being the best. The competition would all fall miles behind as you thundered down the empty streets.
But then Jung Hoseok showed up in town, bringing with him an arrogant manner and cocky attitude and you’re soon forced to acknowledge that you aren’t as undefeatable as you’d once believed.
warnings: mentions of alcoholism
For you, street racing had always been an addiction.
You had told yourself it would be a one off thing. After all, it was reckless, irresponsible, dangerous and so very unlike you. You who had been so studious and dedicated your entire life, you who rarely drank and had never even tasted the bitter smoke of a cigarette.
It was hard to remember the first time you did it, you’d been so high on adrenaline that the details of the night all seemed to melt together into a confusing smudge of events. All you knew was that when you had sat behind that wheel after finally being persuaded, when your foot pressed down hard on that accelerator and when you heard the tumultuous sound of the engines roaring, you felt more alive than you ever. Nothing else had mattered, handing in work before the deadlines, wondering how you were going to pay for dinner, fixing the leak in your roof, all those things became so laughably unimportant. Your only objective was to cross that finish line.
It felt better than getting good grades, better than alcohol, better than sex.
Of course, the next morning, like any student with a good reputation, you were desperate to sweep your temporary recklessness under the rug. More than reckless, street racing was completely illegal. You were aware of the risks, you could get fired and kicked out of university, you had already stepped far too close to treacherous territory.
But like all drugs, once you get hooked, despite your better judgement, you always keep coming back and back for more. You constantly chase that elusive feeling, the feeling you got the very first time. So you donned a biker helmet, the kind where even the eye screen was made of blacked out plastic, just to ensure no one would ever figure out who you were, and you gave into the addiction, you let it consume your very being.
And it couldn’t be denied, you were a fucking good racer.
So good in fact, that after about a year of racing, no one could beat you. No one, that is, until Jung Hoseok showed up in town.
When They See Your Current S/O Hit You (Requested)
Warning:This might include a Trigger Warning so read with caution.
Namjoon had called you constantly over the past half-hour but you hadn’t answered any of his calls. You were a close friend and someone who he held close to his heart. He wasn’t sure how to tell you his feelings quite yet, and you were already in a relationship. You had promised to call him when you got home, but you still hadn’t responded to his texts. So he arrived at your apartment building to check up on you. A few doors down from your room, he could hear yelling, from a man.
Namjoon narrowed his eyes and decided against knocking, just barging right through. His eyes connected with yours right as your boyfriends fist came colliding down against the back of your skull. Your knees buckled and you dropped to the floor covering your head.
Namjoon lost it. He mowed down your boyfriend with a huge shove, pushing him back against the dining room table. He stood in front of your like some wild beast, chest puffed and jaw clenched. You weakly reached up and grabbed Namjoon’s hand. This was your way of silently telling him to back off.
“If you ever come near her again, I will drive you into the ground.”
~Kim Seok Jin~
Jin was one of the only people who could make you smile. Even when you came to him with huge bruises you tried to hide, he would try to draw your attention away from them. His love for you grew farther than a brother/sister relationship. He craved to make you happy like this all the time.
So when you didn’t show up for your weekly meet-up at the coffee shop, Jin knew something was off. He opened his phone to check messages but that’s when he heard your voice. He looked up with a large smile but frowned when he noticed you were a few feet away. Not only that, but you were arguing with your current shitty boyfriend.
He had his finger on your face and was yelling at the top of his lungs. You tried to diffuse the situation but Jin saw it was no good. He walked towards the two of you with his hands in his pockets. Jin was about a foot away when your boyfriend raised his hand and backhanded you across the cheek.
It was all a blur to Jin really. He had your boyfriend pinned to the ground by his throat and was throwing punches, ignoring the fact that people were taking out cameras. You begged him to stop and tugged on his jacket to pull him back.
“Don’t you ever touch her again! Do you hear me?”
~Min Yoon Gi~ Yoongi was no idiot. He saw how you came don makeup to cover a black eye or wore long sleeve shirts to hide the bruising on your wrist. He had begged you to weave your boyfriend months ago. Yet each time you told him that you loved him too much, and that he was getting better.
Yoongi had made it his job to walk you home every night from your job at the café. Little did he know, this only made your boyfriend angrier. So one night, you clocked out early and left without Yoongi. Yoongi however was only a few feet behind you, silently watching from the shadows.
About a mile down the road he saw a staggering figure approach you. The hood was drawn up but he could immediately tell it was your boyfriend, he could smell the reek of alcohol. You raised your hands to defend yourself even if that only made things worse. The hand that wrapped around your throat nearly lifted you off the ground.
Yoongi had seen enough. With both hands, he shoved your boyfriend to the ground and you fell in a gasping heap. Yoongi helped you to your feet and stood menacingly over your boyfriend.
“Get the hell out of her house by tomorrow, or you’ll be dealing with me.”
Everybody but you could see that Hoseok loved you more than a good friend. He followed you around like a lap dog and watched you with utter fascination. The only thing he couldn’t stand, is your fucking boyfriend. He had never seen a bigger asshole in his life.
You were a stylist for BTS so it was obvious who supported the both of you, considering your boyfriend didn’t even have a job. You had stayed late one night to help Hoseok with his costume for the upcoming MV. You were kneeling down while sewing up his pants leg when the door swung wide opened.
“On you knees for another man Y/n? You are such a slut!“
Your boyfriend came charging in with a face full of fury. You barely had time to open your mouth before he had a handful of your hair and his hand collided with your cheek. You could taste blood in your mouth but you were dropped a second later. Hoseok landed one good punch to your boyfriend’s jaw. The man crumpled and you could see the fresh tears in his eyes.
“Get up and fight you sorry piece of shit! See if you can hit me like that.”
You were his choreographer, all of BTS’ choreographer, yet you were drawn to him the most. The way he moved had your heart throbbing. Yet you knew you could never be with him. One, you were in a relationship, and he second, your boyfriend was abusive. Even if you tried to leave him, he would always be there in the back of your mind.
Jimin had strong feelings as well, but wouldn’t admit them for fear of losing you completely. He tried to spend as much time with your as possible however. He had requested an earlier dance practice for him and the boys. Much to the others dismay. They arrived together with deep frowns and tired eyes and the only one happy was Jimin.
They were outside of the studio door when the heard the screaming. Jimin tenses up when he heard you cry and slammed open the door. At that moment, your boyfriend punched you,splitting your lip instantaneously.
Jimin was known for being the most scary when he was angry and you could see why. He threw your boyfriend against the glass walls that lined one side of the studio. One shattered on impact and cut through your boyfriend jacket. He was bleeding and unconscious when Jimin climbed on top of him and continued to beat the living shit out of him.
He other boys finally dragged him off of he other man and all you could do was wrap your arms around Jimin and sob into his shoulder.
“If he ever touches you again Y/n, I’ll kill him.”
Taehyung was a big ball of fluff and you were drawn to that. Even on your darkest days when the hits were a little harder and the words were more harsh. If you looked to him, everything would be okay. You worked as a secretary at BigHit industry, which was impressive considering how young you were. It was becoming harder and harder to cover up the signs of abuse however. Taehyung had grown feelings for you the second you entered the building. You weren’t like other girls he had met in the slightest.
Tae knew what was going on, but he had no idea how to get you away from that monster you said you loved. Taehyung leaned against your desk one day, talking up a storm like always before rehearsal. You smiled up at the man when the doors to your office were blown open. Taehyung stood at attention but was mearly ignored as your boyfriend grabbed you by the arm in front of everyone. “I have a job! I can’t just-” the loud slap echoed through the small office.
Taehyung acted fast, using his fist to disconnect the two of you. Your boyfriend went spiraling into the potted plant you kept in your office but Taehyung wouldn’t let up. He picked up your boyfriend by the shirt of his collar and stared directly into his eyes.
“If I see you anywhere near Y/n, you’ll regret it.”
You and Jungkook had many things in common, both being the youngest out of your idol groups. Not to mention the radiant personalities you both shared. Jungkook could feel himself falling a bit more in love with you each time you met. You each would attend the others concert whenever possible.
The paparazzi soon picked up on the relationship though. Rumors of you being disloyal to the CEO you had been dating for the past year surfacing. Jungkook couldn’t stand your boyfriend. The old, cocky man who only showed you off like prized cattle.
When Jungkook came backstage at one of your concerts, he could already get the bickering from your dressing room. When he reached for the door handle and pushed it open slightly, he wished he would have entered the room sooner. Your boyfriend knocked you down with a blow to the cheek, delivering a kick to your ribs.
Your boyfriend only a saw a blur as Jungkook grabbed him by his collar and tossed him against the vanity. Jungkook gritted his teeth and landed punch after punch to your beaten boyfriend. You fellow band mates rushed inside to console you as you begged Jungkook to let him go.
“I love her you bastard! If I see you anywhere near her I’ll beat you within an inch of your life."
~Thank you for this request, I highly enjoyed it. If you are in a abusive relationship, please seek help to remove yourself from that situation.~
Anon request: Hey! I saw that your requests were open and I just wanted to say your account is one of the best on Tumblr, so I was wondering if you could do a reaction to the S/O being too caught up in studying and being generally anti-social (just to get me through my own exams lol) thankYOUUUU keep being amazing ^-^
A/N: Thank you so much, also good luck with your exams (and good luck to others who are currently taking exams too!)