The Transfer (m)
Word count: 9.4k
Genre/Warnings: language, angst, smut, dirty talk
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Summary: You’re a sophomore in college who always runs away from relationships. That is until you meets Jung Hoseok, the South Korean transfer who shows you what a relationship can be. Although you know it’s wrong since he’s your best friends Jimin’s new roommate.
(Again this is my old story from my Wattpad (5sos version on there) but I wanted a Hoseok story and to finish this one.) Plus I was listening to Selena Gomez’s song, Bad Liar and yeah.
“Kook?” you yelled threw the apartment. You waited until he answered, “Yes Puddin’?” He yelled back.
“Do you need me to wash any clothes for you? I have a little more room in the washer!”
“Yes, one second!” You heard him shuffle in his room grabbing his hamper. He walked through the den and kitchen to the laundry room. “Thank you, Puddin’.”
“You know Jimin called me Puddin’ the other day,” you said taking his clothes out and sticking them into the washing machine.
“That’s my nickname for you!” He pouted, leaning against the door frame.
It was true, ever since sixth grade. You never wanted anyone to call you by your name for some reason. You thought it might have been some teen rebellion thing. So when you came to school one day with a Harley Quinn shirt on Jungkook took that as the chance to call you puddin’ and it just stuck. You two had been best friends since and now you were in college together. It was your sophomore year at the University and you loved it. Your parents had also found the two of you an apartment close to the school, so you could “stick together,” as your parents called it. They always thought you two would end up together but you two were too close for that. You loved Jungkook but you could never be in love with him.