"Hoseok please put me down!", I wiggled in his hold as he threw me over his shoulder and started to march towards his bedroom. Yes, we both never slept together.
We have separate rooms.
He won't listen to me so I start to throw weak fists on his back which barely affected him.
"PUT ME DOWN NOW JUNG HOSEOK!", I screamed at the top of my lungs. He spanks me. "Save your screams for later princess."
My face heat up but soon he opened the door of his room and threw me on the bed like if I am nothing.
I sat up and looked at him, he locks the door and loosens up his tie as he walk slowly towards me.
"H-Hoseok l-listen to m-me-", I try to say but he cuts me off as he ties my hands together tightly.
Then he reaches for the drawer and opens it. And after that what he pulled out had my heart drop to my stomach.
Condoms.
And
restrains.
He looks at me and put the handcuffs on my wrist and locked them to the headboard. "Hoseok stop! I promise I won't do that again!",I cried.
He just got up and ran his hands through his hairs and closed his eyes as he sighs in frustration.
I was staring at him helplessly. But then he start to unbutton his shirt. His toned abs and chest had me gawking.
Hoseok hovered over me and threw his shirt somewhere in the corner of the room.
He ripped off my straps and then my whole dress off my body. Leaving me in a black lingerie.
He licked his lips at the sight in front of him. He grabbed my chin and started to lick my lips with his tongue. And then he kissed me. Roughly.
He pulled out a blindfold and put it on my eyes. I was scared. He touched those places on my body, I never let any one touch. His touches were needy and rough.
I whimpered. He kisses my neck and left hickeys. His hand went to slide down the only clothing left on my body.
And he tore it off from me as well. And now I was sprawled beneath him. Naked.
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This is my first time writing a fanfiction, on tumbler, I am quite experienced in writing fanfictions in wattpad. So if my writting pattern goes weird... Sorry not sorry, it is not my problem.
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Warning - will contain mature content and... Kinks. đ Not in this chapter but... Maybe in the upcoming ones. đ
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"oh god! Hoseok is gonna kill me!", I rushed out of the uber and towards the door of my house after paying.
I was in a late night party with some old guy friends of my school, without informing my husband. He is very sweet but strict about these things. He is really gonna kill me. I didn't even pick his calls because of the loud music at the club.
I moved my legs as fast as I can. I'm two hours late. I sighed, but my knees were weak. I twisted the door knob and tried to open the door as silently as I could at that moment.
But the door slammed open. My once cute husband now, looking all hot and deadly fuming in anger, dark aura surrounding him.
He clenched his jaw. "What time is it?", he asked me through gritted teeth. I shivered. He pulled me by my wrist inside the house and slammed the door shut, locking it after.
I gulped, he turned to me and his gaze dark. His towering figure eyeing me up and down. "this short revealing dress looks very good on you darling.", he said glaring at me.
"you never wore such kind of dresses or clothes in front of me. I wonder whom you were gone with in that dress.", he growled lowly. Venom was dripping from his words.
"I know it is an arranged marriage. And you don't like me. But still don't forget.", he said and leaned down in front of my face. "That you are the wife of a Mafia, and that you belong to me No matter what. And no one else shall see you in these kind of clothes."
I was so scared just by his words, I didn't dare look up at him. "I-I am so-sorry, Hoseok.", I stuttered out.
"tsk tsk, *sighs* Oh darling...", he said and trailed his finger on my jawline as his other hand grips my wrist more tightly. I winced at the pain.
He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "You will be. And very much."
Plot: Dance was life to Hoseok. Too soon, it became the door to his death.
Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Angst
Wordcount: 1.5k
Content Warning: Mentions of death, major character death, depression
Authorâs Note: This is the last for the Welcome Project! I sincerely hope youâll like this one, itâs the last I wrote and is part of my top two favorite of this project. Happy Halloween and have a beautiful day!!
Youâve never thought that youâd be strong enough to enter this room again. Not after what happened to your husband, not in such a short period of time. You miss him too much. Too much that sometimes you think itâs killing you.
You stop on the door. In front of you you picture yourself, sitting on the bench and your eyes glued on him. He looks so healthy, you wonder how did it happen. The way he smiles at you through the mirror makes the you of your memory feel butterflies, and itâs the same for the you of now. You loved him so much. His cheeks are reddish because of the movements, sweat on his forehead and on the back of his neck, you can smell it. Itâs like having him really in front of you. The sound of the music, the one that represented his end. It makes you freeze, stuck in place. The couple in love, right in front of you, is not ready for whatâs going to happen in just a few weeks. You are not ready.
Hoseok looks beautiful as always, though, and thatâs enough. His smile makes you push aside the cold feeling of anxiety, just for a few seconds, as long as you still have him in front of you. It makes you feel better again, as if you are really looking at him. As if heâs right in front of you, your safe space, your home. He dances and dances, passion guiding him through every note and every step, his expression focused and his movements confident. You fall in love with him all over again, just like the first time.
The walls beside you vanish away like sand transported by the wind, your hand immediately moving from the corner that a second later becomes the side of a building. The air is fresh, not too cold but not even too hot, just the perfect weather. The sky is limpid, white clouds painted over it as if an artist spent incredible time on every single detail. You take a deep breath, and a second later, someone bumps into you, making you lower your gaze from the sky. Hoseok stands in front of you, looking into your eyes and making yours tear up. But he doesnât seem to notice.
«Oh, Iâm sorry. Did I hurt you?» his voice. Gosh, how much you missed his voice. Some nights, you swear you can hear him right beside you, singing you to sleep just like he used to do.
A warm tear falls on your cheek, leaving behind just a path of pain, sufferance and agony. Leaving behind every day without him.
«Why did it happen?» you whisper, your voice shaking as you keep your eyes in his. He doesnât seem to understand that either, though.
«Are you sure?» he asks, s if you just answered him with a âNo, donât worryâ just like you did when you first met him.
Your tears canât hold back anymore, and the need of feeling his warm embrace is unstoppable at this point. You need his arms, his warmth, his voice reassuring you and telling you that it will be fine. You step forward, hiding your face in his chest as you breathe in his scent for one more time. You want him back, desperately. Days without him are meaningless, a life without him is meaningless. Itâs like and endless winter, like an endless sleep. Paralyzed in what should feel like life, without really living it. Your arms wrap around him, holding him tight. You already know what is next words are, as if heâs making fun of you. âCan I offer you a coffee? I donât have time now though, maybe tomorrow? Iâm running late and-â
«You should move on»
Warm arms wrap around you, holding you tight and against his chest, his breath in your ear and his hands massaging your back, just like he used to do. Your breath stops coming out, lost in the situation and not really understanding what is happening. Hoseok hugs you tighter though, as if to make sure you understand that this is really happening. However, his next words claim the opposite.
«This is not real» he whispers, stroking your hair as you raise your head to look at him. He is real, you can see him. You can feel him, his chest, his arms on you, his breath, you can hear his voice.
«You are» you murmur, finding it hard to speak as youâre still sobbing.
«Iâm not» he whispers, his hand now reaching your cheek to softly caress it. «You have to move on» he says again. You hold him tighter, unable to let go. Thatâs when all around you stops looking like the first time, going back to the practice room. His body, though, is still warm and doesnât vanish away from your arms. His hands are still stroking your back and your hair, softly calming your cry.
«Iâm not here anymore» he speaks again.
«You are, I can feel you. Donât go away again, please» you beg him, crying again. You canât loose him again, not when you just have found him.
«I donât want you to live like this» he whispers again.
«I want you to let go. Let go before itâs too late, leaving at the edge of reality itâs not healthy. I love you, but I need you to let go»
His hand comes under your chin, making you look at him for one more time. He dries your tears with his fingers and a second later, his lips are on yours. Soft and fleshy, just like you remember them, addicting and reassuring at the same time. His tongue touches yours and the way they start dancing, the passion, the feeling of finally tasting each other again makes you hold onto him even more. It doesnât last long however, this time without even having the time to realize it, his body vanished just like the walls that are now beside you did before. And in a second, you canât see him anymore.
You see the old Hoseok dancing though, but there isnât an old you now. You take that place, the one on the bench where you used to watch him from. And suddenly, you feel a deep sense of anxiety in watching him dance, hearing those notes, recognizing those movements again.
You watch his expression carefully, repeating to yourself that this isnât the right way, this is not how it happened. There was a crowd in front of him, people looking at him guided by the passion in his steps, you were in a theater. But it happens anyway. This time though, Hoseok doesnât stop when itâs too late, falling on the ground without ever waking up again. He just stops dancing, looking at you deep into your eyes.
«You have to let go, my love» he lets out, breathing hardly and heavily. His hand on his chest and his body now laying on the ground. Your legs move faster than what you could ever think, getting beside his body as quickly as possible. You hand touches his cheek, gently. Itâs cold, too cold.
«Iâm sorry» you cry out loud, stroking his skin. He slowly shakes his head.
«Itâs not your fault»
«I couldâve do-»
«Nothing wouldâve changed. I just showed you» he whispers. It all makes more sense now as you look at him laying on the ground, the practice room youâre in.
«Let go, Y/N. I want you to live happily»
His eyes shut, slow and heavy, you can see them before they fully close that he canât see anything already anymore.
And a second later, even him vanishes. The only thing that stays the same is the room youâre in, the same room.
The same emptiness as before. The same you without him. You realize that youâre not by the door anymore, youâre kneeling on the ground as you were really beside him just a few seconds ago. You get up, feeling too heavy to even analyze what really happened, you started to loose trying to understand the tricks that your brain plays on you just after a week from his death, too tired and destroyed to care.
You walk to the door, mind blank and body heavy. A strong wave of wind hits your back and makes you shiver, your hair falling in front of you face as your eyes widen when you realize that itâs so strong you donât even touch the ground anymore. It raises you and guides you outside, the door shutting behind you with a dull and strong thud. And as it shuts, you hear his voice once more, this time being the last, those words caress your ears.
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