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“I’m just so bored.” 

You sighed noisily, holding your cup of cappucino in your hands. Your best friend Ara, just laughed at you, shaking her head at your complaint.

“Boring is good.” She insisted lightly. You just rolled your eyes at her as you took another sip of your coffee.

“It really isn’t.” You muttered, frowning. “Boring is boring. All I do is go to work, go home, go out. I want something new. I want something exciting.” You sighed heavily, tossing your now empty coffee cup in the bin. 

Ara just grinned, nudging you playfully. “What is this, a mid-life crisis? Or early-life crisis, I should say?” She giggled a little at her bad joke, you just shook your head at her. 

“I’m not laughing at that.”

“Look. Just chill. Things will get dramatic and then you’ll come running back to me talking about how you wish your life could be boring. Just you wait.” She shot you an angelic smile, you just glared back.

“I hate you, seriously.”

She just laughed again, throwing her coffee in the bin. 

“Oh, Tae’s here.” Ara nodded up to the door of the coffee shop, where her older brother, Kim Taehyung was standing. “How’s he doing?” You murmured quietly. Taehyung had recently gone through a messy, intense breakup and had been a shell of his usual bubbly self. Now, a few months had passed and he was slowly returning to his usual sunshine state. 

Ara shrugged. “A lot better, I think. Finally. His moping around was getting really annoying.” She rolled her eyes and you just shoved her teasingly. “Be nice to your brother.”

Taehyung waved when he saw the two of you, weaving his way through the busy store. He had a big grin on his face as he leaned in to give you both a quick hug.

“Hey sis,” He said lightly. “Hi Y/N. I haven’t seen you around in a while.” He gave you one of his signature bright Taehyung smiles, you just smiled back warmly. 

You had known Taehyung and Ara since the three of you were just kids. Back then it had been just you and your father, alone in a tiny apartment. It had been difficult, you were teased at school for having a tatty uniform and greasy hair. You would bite your lip and take the teasing, wishing desperately that your father would come across money somehow, to buy you a new school uniform, to pay the hot water bill. But that day didn’t come. Your father had always tried to make it fun for you, building you blanket forts and inventing stories in the darkness. But he struggled, working three jobs to put the bare minimum on the table, and it was often you alone in your apartment.

When Taehyung and Ara had moved next door, things had gotten easier. You had stayed most days at Ara’s house, Ara gave you her old clothes and there was always food at Ara’s house. You had grown up together, seeing each other through the best and the worst of teenagehood and adulthood. First kisses, first crushes, fights, tears, everything.

You glanced over at Taehyung and Ara now, they were going to visit their family for dinner and were arguing now about who was going to drive. Your eyes lingered on Taehyung for a moment. He was as beautiful as ever, tall, with a lean body and an easygoing smile. He was always popular in school, with his beautiful eyes and model-like face. You had pined after Taehyung desperately and in secret throughout most of your adolescence, along with every other girl you knew. Now, well, now, he was just Tae. Your best friend’s older brother, your friend since childhood.

“Alright, well I’m going to go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you guys outside?” Ara said quickly, you nodded, walking with Taehyung out to the front of the store. It was a brisk day, you shivered a little in the cool air.

“It’s cold today, huh?” Taehyung said lightly, smiling warmly at you.

“Freezing,” You said, sighing. “Anyway, how are you Tae? How’s life as a big fancy art gallery owner?” You grinned, punching him lightly on the arm. Taehyung had recently gotten a massive promotion and was now running the city’s biggest and most prominent art gallery. 

“Really good,” He shrugged a little, feigning nonchalance, but the smile on his face gave him away. You could always read Taehyung like a book, he was just like Ara in that respect. Tae wore his emotions on his sleeve.

“Please, I can see right through your Mr Cool Guy façade Tae.” You giggled, poking him on the shoulder. He just rolled his eyes and chuckled at you. 

“Okay, okay, enough with the teasing. How can I forget- you’re best friends with my sister, you give me just as much shit as she does, I swear.”  

“Yeah, lucky you, two little sisters to deal with,” You teased, grinning up at him.

Taehyung just looked at you for a moment, biting his lip indecisively.

“Hey,” Taehyung said finally, stepping a little closer to you. He was looking at you more seriously now. “I don’t see you as a little sister at all.” 

A pause hung between the two of you, he was staring at you with an expression on his face you’d never seen before. He hesitated before opening his mouth again. “Y/N-”

“What are you two looking so serious about?” Ara bounded up to the two of you, Taehyung stepped back, clearing his throat a little. A calm expression had settled back over his face, you eyed him for a moment before turning to your friend with a smile.

"Nothing,” You said, glancing over at Taehyung and then back to Ara. “Anyway, don’t you two have to head off to dinner?” 

Ara nodded, searching through her bag for her keys.

“Bye Ara. Bye Tae.” You met Taehyung’s eyes, he was staring at you with a slight smile. 

“I’ll see you soon?” He asked softly. You just nodded in response. 

Things were familiar with Taehyung, as was everything in your life at the moment. 

Familiar, and comfortable.

It really was freezing outside. You shivered a little as you walked, you had decided to walk home instead of catching the bus. Your conversation from earlier was still playing on your mind, you were tired of your monotonous routine and you were craving something different. Something exciting. 

A little voice whispered to you that maybe this was it, this was life- a mindless shuffle of work, sleep, socializing. You shook your head suddenly, as if to get the voice out. The voice was wrong, it had to be wrong. You had to prove it wrong. This couldn’t be it, this couldn’t be the meaning of life. There had to be more, right? You had always imagined your life would turn out differently, involving passion, a wild, breathtaking love, excitement and adventure. Basically the opposite of what your life was like now.

You rounded the corner, you weren’t too far off from your home now and you were grateful, it was a chilly day. And that was when you saw him.

He was standing there, leaning against a big motorbike, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He had a bored expression on his face, taking long drags from his cigarette like his life depended on it. He was gorgeous, there was no doubt about it- he had strong features and a sharp jaw, slicked back dark hair and an aura of icy confidence about him. You had never seen him, or anybody like him, before.

You were staring, watching as he brought the cigarette to his lips and gazed around listlessly. His eyes met yours. He didn’t smile, he just stared at you, and you stared back boldly. He had dark eyes that searched yours, as he took a long, slow drag from his cigarette. Smoke billowed out of his mouth, briefly clouding his face from your vision. When it cleared, he was still staring at you, head slightly tilted. You felt something spark in the pit of your stomach. 

You were walking before your legs even knew where they were going, you were acting purely on instinct as you walked straight up to him. He just watched you coolly as you stood in front of him.

“Can I have a cigarette? I’m all out.” The lie came out smoothly, your heart was racing in the background of your words. You didn’t know what it was that had encouraged you to walk up to him like that, maybe it was the fear of boredom and monotony, maybe it was just him, you didn’t know. Regardless, here you were, standing in front of him, hands on your hips.

He just kept staring at you, before he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and passing one over to you. You rolled it over in your fingers, hesitating. You hadn’t touched a cigarette since you were in the ninth grade at school, and you and Ara had thought it would be funny to try a discarded one you found on the street. Taehyung had found out, Tae always found out somehow, and had yelled at the both of you.

“Here,” The guy said, his voice made your heart flutter. It was deep and clear, like a bell. He leaned in closer to you, dragging on his cigarette, letting the butt of his cigarette touch yours. You inhaled. His face was right by yours, you could suddenly smell his scent- tobacco, mixed with something richer and woody. His eyes looked right into yours, inches away from you. You felt a ripple of something, excitement, anticipation maybe, throughout your body. 

And then you coughed.

You tried to hide it but you couldn’t, spluttering a little, your face turning pink. He pulled away slowly, still watching you, the tiniest hint of a smirk on his lips. 

“Aren’t you a rebel, smoking on the street with a stranger,” He drawled, narrowing his eyes a little at you challengingly. 

“Aren’t you a bit sad, standing out on the street all by yourself,” You retorted, his eyes just flashed in amusement and he shrugged.

“Depends on what your definition of sad is.” He studied you, his eyes narrowed slightly. “What’s your name then?” He nodded at you dismissively, you took a slow drag from your cigarette, fighting the urge to cough.

“Y/N.” You met his eyes evenly, he just nodded, falling silent. You frowned.

“What’s your name? You can’t just ask me for mine and not tell me yours.” You smiled a little, but he didn’t smile back. 

“I can do whatever I want, love.” He replied back instantly, evenly. You rolled your eyes at him, not fazed by his sudden moodiness.

“Fine then.” 

He just glanced at you, amusement in his features. You just rolled your eyes at him. Something about the way he was staring at you was irritating, yet you found yourself having fun, enjoying the banter, the back and forth.

“Give me your number,” He said suddenly. You paused, hesitating.  

“What makes you think I’ll just give you my number like that?” You asked finally.

He just smiled, a slow, confident smile, pulling out his phone and holding it out at you expectantly.

Damn it, you thought, reaching forward and typing in your phone number. He just nodded and slid his phone into his back pocket without so much as a second glance, meeting your eyes evenly. You stared back, feeling intrigued by him, he was different, in every sense of the word. He had you hooked already and you didn’t even know his name.

He took another long drag from his cigarette. Your eyes followed his movements, falling on his hand. You noticed a tattoo etched on his thumb bone, a black ink tattoo that inched up his hand and disappeared into the sleeve of his beat up leather jacket. 

It was a tattoo of a kingsnake, curling around his hand, gripping around his wrist. You recognized it instantly, although you had never seen one in person before, let alone this up close. It was a kingsnake tattoo, the signature that members of the Kingsnakes gang wore. You gulped a little, sneaking another look at his face. He hadn’t noticed your change in demeanor, staring off into the distance absently.

You didn’t know much about the Kingsnakes, but what you did know was enough to tell you that this guy was bad news. The rumour was that they ran the crime and drug scene in your city. You sometimes came across groups of them hanging out, they always intrigued and intimidated you with their icy cold stares and the constant fear and rumours that swirled around them. They all looked the same, with their cold eyes and that distinctive tattoo.

He refocused his attention on you, noticing you staring at his tattoo. A knowing smirk spread across his face.

“Scared?” He teased mockingly. You hesitated, the truth was, you were a little scared. But more than the fear was the intrigue. You were interested.

“Hoseok.” A voice cut through the two of you, you turned to see a tall girl strolling up, her hips sashaying, eyes narrowed at you. 

You turned back to the mysterious guy, Hoseok, he just had that cold expression on his face. 

“Let’s go.” She walked straight up to the bike, hopping on. Hoseok followed, swinging one leg over the bike. You noticed straightaway how he looked, straddling the bike, his strong thighs gripping the edge of the vehicle, and you swallowed.

The girl gave you an icy cold glare but you weren’t looking at her, you were staring at Hoseok. He was still staring at you, he didn’t say goodbye, he didn’t even so much as raise an eyebrow. He just stared. And then he revved up the engine, a loud roar that made you jump back a little, startled. 

You looked into his eyes, dark eyes that were impossible to read… and then he drove away.

You stood there, shivering, staring ahead at the street, watching him roar off on his motorbike. You dropped the cigarette, stepping on it and grinding your heel into the concrete, feeling your heart beat loud and fast, while his name, Hoseok, chanted in your head like a mantra.

It had been a few days since your run-in with one of the Kingsnake members, and his face kept popping into your brain at every spare moment. Hoseok. His dark eyes, his sharp jawline, how close he had been standing to you while he lit your cigarette with his, eyes trained on you with an intensity you had never experienced from a man before.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. You couldn’t stop recalling the image of the black ink snake, vivid against his skin. The way he had leaned in and asked you if you were scared. In an odd way, you were and you liked it. You were intrigued, and you wanted more.

Days had passed and you hadn’t heard anything from him. You didn’t have his number, you didn’t even know his surname. So you were forced to just live in an frozen, silted standstill, unsure if he would contact you eventually or if he was just fucking around with you the entire time.

You were about to fall asleep, it was Friday night and you were looking forward to having a quiet night at home. It was nearing 1AM, when your phone let out a few loud rings.

You glanced down at it dismissively, seeing a string of unfamiliar numbers pop up on the screen. You hesitated, your breath catching in your throat.

Could it be…? 

You answered the phone and his husky voice filled the line right away.

“Where do you live?”

You blinked.

“What?”

“Where do you live? Meet me. I’ll meet you on your street.”

Your jaw dropped a little.

“Are you joking? It’s the middle of the night…”

“What’s your street called?” Impatience was creeping into his tone, you just blinked in shock. He was being serious. You glanced at your clock, it was nearly 1AM and you were in your pyjamas.

You knew the sensible thing would be to hang up and go to sleep. But something had you standing still, your phone pressed to your ear, heartbeat thrumming in your chest.

You told him your street, your voice trembling slightly.

“Okay I’ll see you outside in ten minutes.” He hung up, the click and a dial tone filling your ears. You slowly put your phone down, feeling disbelief. Was he really coming to see you now, at 1AM on a Friday night? You shook your head, it was a ridiculous situation. It was a situation that you didn’t need to involve yourself in.

Yet you stood up and started getting dressed, feeling your palms go clammy in anticipation and your heart rush faster, beating rapidly like a hummingbird’s wings, nerves filling you whole. 

You were out the door in nine minutes, in the cool night air. It was silent outside, eerie. The streets were empty and the silence just made your heartbeat seem louder, the air colder. 

And you slipped out into the street, walking to your meeting point, looking for the boy with the snake tattoo.

It had been thirty minutes and no sign of Hoseok.

Irritated, you stared down at your phone. You had tried to call his number but it just went straight to voicemail. It was freezing, and here you were, in the middle of the night, standing outside your street waiting for some guy you didn’t even know to come and meet you. 

“What the fuck am I doing?” You mumbled, sighing and shaking your head. It was time to go home. You didn’t know what Hoseok was playing at, but you were over it.

You heard footsteps crunch behind you. 

“Leaving so soon?”

 It was him, you could tell instantly, you recognized that voice and that cocky drawl. 

You whirled around, eyes narrowed. He was standing in front of you, dressed in that same leather jacket, an amused smirk on his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at but I’m heading home.” You snarled the words out before snapping your body around, marching angrily down the street. He just scoffed, following behind you closely.

“Are you really being a pissed off bitch right now because I was late? Jesus, remove that stick from your ass love, would you?” He said in a low, even, mocking voice. You just ignored him, quickening your pace. He followed closely.

“Alright, you’re trying to do the silent treatment? Well, it’s not working. You see, I actually have to care for silent treatment to work.” He said coldly.

You fumed silently. “Why’d you even call me then?” You muttered finally, refusing to look at him. You could tell from the tone on his voice that he was smirking, that overconfident smirk you had quickly grown to despise.

“I can tell your type from a mile away. Bored, good little girl fascinated with the scary bad boy. That’s it, isn’t it? Felt good to be a little rebel for a change? Go for the bad boy?” His words grated at you, you spun around, glaring at him.

“Trust me Hoseok, it is not like that. I am not interested in you.” 

Hoseok grabbed you suddenly, causing you to suck in your breath in surprise. He pulled you in close, until your body was pressed up on his, his fingers locked around your wrist. He just stared down at you challengingly, his dark eyes stared into yours. You hated how tightly he was holding your wrist, the cocky look in his eyes, but every fibre of your body was quivering from being so close to him.

“Aren’t you?” he just said in a low, throaty voice, quirking one eyebrow at you. You just glowered back.

“No,” You responded, but your voice trembled. Your heart was racing, the heat from his body was radiating against you. 

“Why are you so weak from me touching you like this? God, how long has it been since you were laid?”

“Fuck off,” You said icily, he just smirked. 

“You wish love,” He replied slowly, staring at your face. You just stared back, your resolve slipping slightly. His gaze dropped from your face down to your chest, he didn’t even try to hide it, meeting your gaze with a smirk. “I haven’t gotten laid in a few days too, why do you think I’m here?” He added airily.

“God you’re disgusting. Why aren’t you off with that girl then?” You snapped, but you didn’t move, you didn’t want to stop touching him. He was still right up pressed up into you. He just scoffed loudly.

“What, Soo-ah? God, you’re such a child. She doesn’t give a fuck what I do, and I don’t give a fuck what she does. We’re not together.” 

Your face burned a little at his insult and his dismissive tone. He stared at you for a second before he stepped away from you. The cool air hit your skin and you stood there, dazed for a second. Hoseok just laughed, the first laugh you had heard from him. You were taken aback by his laugh, it was loud and he laughed with his entire body, his eyes creasing. He looked uncharacteristically soft while he was laughing.

“God you’re easy to rile up,” He said finally, shaking his head. “I’m right and you know it. You’re too much of a good girl. You’d never actually do anything with me beyond having one drag of a cigarette, because at the end of the day, you’re too scared.” He smirked triumphantly, your eyes flashed, irritation rising in your chest at his words.

You knew he was right, but all of the sudden, all you wanted to do was prove him wrong. Your chest swelled as you stepped up closer to him, eyes narrowing.

“Well you’re wrong, jackass,” You hissed evenly. “I’m up for anything. And I’m only here because I want you to take me on a ride. Not because I want you, you self righteous asshole.”

“A ride?” He raised his eyebrows, and you just nodded, feeling your resolve waver before you steeled, nodding over to his bike which was still down the street.

“Yep.”

He just stared at you, surprise on his face before he recovered neatly.

“Alright then.” It was clear he didn’t really think you were going to do it, so you followed him as he strolled down the street and hopped on his bike casually, feigning a similar nonchalant attitude.

Your heart was beating so hard and so fast you were sure it was going to explode of your chest. He was sitting on his motorbike, hands on the steering grips. You gingerly sat behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You could feel his warmth beneath you, the muscles in his back rippling and you gulped a little. Nerves were kicking in, you felt numb in fear and exhilaration, and then without any warning, Hoseok revved up the engine and tore down the street.

You felt the breath being knocked out of you as soon as you flew down the street. You were going so fast your eyes stung with tears, your hair whipping around you as you tightened your grip around Hoseok’s waist, burying your face momentarily into his back. You could smell him, that slightly smoky, woody smell, and you felt your stomach tighten. You felt adrenaline course through your veins as he zoomed down the street, turning a low left. You heard his voice, deep, yell out, rumble through his body, sending vibrations through his back.

“Surprised you haven’t jumped off in fear yet, princess.”

You smiled a little despite yourself, feeling the adrenaline start to kick in properly. You didn’t answer, as he suddenly slowed to a stop.

You hopped off, your entire body trembling in exhilaration. He was just staring at you, his hands still on his bike as you giggled. You felt giddy, exhilarated, adrenaline coursing through your veins, your entire body light and shaky as you span around in a little circle. You heard him laugh, a quick chuckle that escaped him, you glanced over at him and felt your heart beat even faster. He was watching you with amused eyes, his arms folded.

“You’re so predictable,” He said shortly, you just grinned back. You didn’t care how predictable you were being, your heart was still going a thousand miles an hour. Hoseok was staring at you, an intense expression on his face.

He swung a leg off his bike, strolling straight up to you purposefully. 

“I want to fuck you.” 

your jaw dropped a little at his words, he was staring at you challengingly. You had never had a guy ask you for sex in such a straightforward way before, but the words that tumbled out of your mouth came out without you even thinking about them. Your entire body called out for him, remembered how it felt pressed against you earlier, his dark eyes and full lips.

“Okay,” you breathed out.

“Aren’t you easy,” He said snidely. 

“You’re not complaining,” You retorted immediately, a little smile fell on his lips before he turned, walking up to the path to the house in front of you, a construction site.

“Follow me.” 

You hesitated, he didn’t turn back. You had assumed he was going to take you to his place, or go back to yours, yet here he was walking up to a fucking construction site. You faltered a little before you hurried behind him. Your heart was pounding so loudly from the bike ride, from him, from his strong, clear words that you felt like you were on the edge already.

He kicked open the construction door and strolled confidently into the house, you followed timidly as he opened the door and walked inside. The entire inside of the house was covered in plastic sheets and design papers, you stood there shell shocked for a moment before you turned to him, about to ask what exactly you were doing there.

But he was standing right there and he pushed you firmly against the nearest wall, you gasped out as he leaned in, whispering into your ear as his hand reached between your legs, rubbing your slit through your jeans.

His voice was husky in your ear, making your core tighten.

“I’m going to fuck you here,” He said lowly. “Right here, against this wall.” You just breathed out and nodded, his fingers working circles against your jeans had your knees weak already, his breath on your neck and his other hand holding you against the wall. you could feel the drywall behind you, it was rough, yet the only sensation that you could feel was the tension from his fingers massaging rough, purposeful circles against you. He pulled his head back to stare at your face, he didn’t waste any time, lifting your shirt above your head.

“Take your bra and jeans off.” He said shortly, throwing his jacket onto the floor and taking off his top and jeans quickly. He had a condom in his pocket, he slid it onto his length while you stared. 

“Take your clothes off,” He snapped out, you hurried, your jaw dropping when you saw him naked in front of you. He had a strong body, defined abdomen and a lean, muscular torso with strong thighs. You immediately felt your mouth water, your pussy throbbing just from staring at him. His dick stood up straight, one vein running down it’s entirety. It was big, thick, and he looked down at it with a hint of pride on his face before he dragged his attention back to you, raking you with his eyes. You didn’t have time to feel shy, and you didn’t, with the hungry look he had on his face as he stared at you.

“Fuck you have great tits,” he growled, suddenly pushing you back up against the wall, cupping both of your breasts in his hands. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, making you moan out loudly. 

“God you’re horny for me already… naked for me and moaning already, I haven’t even put my dick in you yet.” He growled, you just whimpered. You were throbbing so badly for him, you squeezed your thighs together, needing release.

He reached his hand down in between your legs, groaning a little as he slipped a finger inside of you. You moaned out at the feeling, he had his thumb working quick circles against your clit as he slid another finger in, he slowly pumped it in and out of you. 

“God you’re soaking wet, like a little slut, aren’t you?” He drawled, your eyes flashed. “Being finger fucked by me…” He pulled his fingers out, staring into your eyes as he put them into his mouth, licking your wetness off of him. The sight made you shake in desire.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me,” You begged, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his dick. It was rock hard in your hand, his eyes flashed and he grabbed you by the hips, spinning you around so you were facing the wall.

“Spread your legs and put your hands on the wall,” He demanded, you immediately complied, you were aching for him so badly that you would’ve done anything. He hissed a little, sucking in his breath. 

“God, you look like a fucking buffet like that, all spread out for me,” He growled, reaching down and slapping one of your ass checks. The sound echoed through the empty house, the sensation made you wetter, you clenched your jaw.

“Stop teasing and fuck me,” You moaned, desperation slipping into your tone.

“You’re begging for my cock are you?” He groaned, but you could tell by the strained voice he had that he was starting to reach the point of urgency as well.

“Please,” you begged.  “Hoseok, please.”

And just like that, he slid into you.

The feeling of his large, thick dick stretching you had you moaning out immediately, but he didn’t go slow, he went fast straight away. He pumped his cock into you, letting out a loud groan at the sensation.

“God you’re tight!” he moaned, grinding his dick deep into you. “Fucking hell,” He swore, his voice strained, you had your hands out in front of you, gripping the rough drywall. All you could feel was his dick sliding in and out of you, you were bent over, his hands gripping your hips. You could hear the loud slaps of skin as he fucked you, filling you and hitting spots deep inside of you that you didn’t know existed.

“Yeah aren’t you a dirty girl for me, getting fucked like this,” he growled, slapping your ass again. You just moaned out.

“Yes Hoseok,” you groaned. “Fuck, your dick feels amazing.” He grunted at your words, running hs hands over the curve of your ass.

“God you look hot from this angle, I can see everything,” He breathed out. You craned your head back a little to look at him and you felt your core tighten, his shoulder muscles were tensed, his collar bones protruding and abs flexed as he pumped into you, his thick cock slamming your walls.

“Stand up,” he snapped, you stood up, and he was pressing into you, his hands all over your breasts, squeezing them and rolling your nipples over his finger as he fucked you. Your body was pressed against the drywall, your palms against the wall as he had his hands squeezing your breasts, fucking into you with sloppy, heavy thrusts. 

“God Hoseok,” You moaned out. 

“You’re so loud, fuck, you want everyone to hear how good you’re being fucked?” He muttered in your ear, you just nodded, squeezing your eyes shut and moaning out at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, your nipples in his fingers.

The angle of his dick was making you start to feel dizzy, sudden waves of tingling anticipation coursing through your core.

“I’m going to come,” You breathed out, he just reached down and slapped your ass again.

“Bend over,” He demanded, you immediately did what you were told, just wanting him to continue, you were so close and all you could focus on was him, how amazing he felt. He knew exactly how to grind himself into you, pushing himself deeper into you until you felt like you had to scream.

“Fuck, Hoseok, fuck, fuck,” You stammered desperately. “Oh my god ohmygodohmygod,” You were shaking, your legs going weak as your orgasm rippled through your entire body. It was so intense it had your vision blurring, you felt nothing but an intense, all-consuming glow spread across your entire body. Your pussy tightened around him at your orgasm and he groaned loudly, slamming himself into you with a few desperate, sloppy thrusts as he came, moaning out loudly into the still air.

You were still leaning against the wall, your palms supporting you as your body trembled. Hoseok pulled out of you, groaning loudly, you stood there, your eyes squeezed shut as you rode out your orgasm, moaning softly. 

It had been incredible, his dark eyes staring at you lustfully, his hands all over you, slapping your ass, whispering dirty words in your ear that you had only ever dreamed about. 

It was without a doubt the hottest sex you had ever had in your life, the guys you had slept with before him, God, you couldn’t even remember their names right now let alone what the sex had felt like, had always been so gentle and so sweet. This guy, Hoseok, had been dominating, animalistic, wanting to use you and wanting you to use him. You had never craved another person so badly and the release had been so completely worth it.

You shuddered out a heavy breath, standing up a little and glancing over. He was leaning against the wall, his eyes shut, head tilted up. You were struck suddenly by how beautiful he was, face serene, long lashes framing his eyes.

You gazed down at his body, his taut, naked body, and at the snake tattoo that wrapped around his hand and ended at his elbow, the flicker of a tail curling around his elbow. As if he was sensing you, he opened his eyes, meeting your gaze and holding it for a long second.

“You’re not going to get all clingy and sentimental on me, are you?” He asked shortly, standing up properly and grabbing his clothes off of the floor. He averted your gaze, you blinked, feeling a little pang of hurt.

“No,” You said back instantly, following him and putting on your clothes.

“Just saying, you strike me as the type of person who doesn’t know how to detach sex from emotions. Just so we’re clear- there are no emotions here.” He said shortly, his words staccato, pointed.

You just swallowed and nodded, suddenly afraid that maybe he was right, maybe you were the kind of person who didn’t know how to detach. You always had been in the past. You glanced at him, zipping up his jeans with an impassive expression on his face. Surely you wouldn’t develop anything more than sexual attraction for this man, he was so far from your type that you couldn’t imagine actually falling for him, actually being with him. The idea was foreign to you. You wondered suddenly if you’d even see him again, if this was just a once off. The uncertainty of it all had you hesitating, you looked down at your palms, they were red and sore from pressing into the roughly painted walls.

“I’ll head home then,” You said finally, in a small voice. You glanced around the empty house for a moment, just moments ago it had felt so small, your moans echoing around the walls, and now it felt so large, so foreign.

You walked out of the main door, he followed you, shrugging on his big leather jacket, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips as he walked up to his bike, settling on it comfortably.

“Alright… well, bye.” You shivered out in the cool air, he watched you, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

“Where do you live again? Near where we met before?” He asked bluntly. He tucked the cigarette behind his ear, frowning at you. 

“Um,” you said, “I can walk.”

He scoffed, kicking at the ground, suddenly unsure. “Get on the bike.”

You blinked at him in confusion.

“What?”

“I’m not going to ask twice, get on the fucking bike.” 

You stared at him for a moment before you moved forward, slipping into the seat behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. It felt strangely intimate, he stood still for a moment and you felt his chest heave with a sigh before he started the ignition.

You zoomed down the street, your heart beat faster but you weren’t sure whether it was because of the ride or because of him, his warm body beneath yours.

He slowed down as he reached your street, you nodded up at your place. “This is me.” He slowed to a stop, leaning on one leg as you hopped off. He glanced up at your building critically, then around you, at the houses surrounding. It was a nice area, out of your budget for sure but you and your housemate split rent.

You followed his gaze, wondering what he was thinking. 

His eyes found yours again, his mouth was set in a firm line and then he had the ignition going on again as he zoomed off without so much as saying goodbye.

It had been a week since you had slept with Hoseok and you hadn’t heard a single word from him.

You stared at his number in your phone and wondered if he would message, something, anything, but of course nothing came. Every day at work ticked past, and you felt yourself grow restless. You couldn’t shake the feeling, and irritation felt like it was seeping into your bones by the end of your week.

You were leaving work now, walking to Ara’s place. Ara was having a few friends over for a movie marathon, you were looking forward to the distraction.

 As you hurried down the street, you paused, sucking in your breath. There was a group of Kingsnakes standing on the street surrounding some bikes, all dressed in their signature leather jackets. Your eyes searched the group but Hoseok wasn’t there, you deflated a little in disappointment before you internally kicked yourself for being so hopeful in the first place. 

You looked at them curiously, recognizing the girl who had been on Hoseok’s bike the first time you met. Soo-Ah. She recognized you too, her eyes narrowing into menacing slits as she turned to one of the members, whispering in his ear. He turned, facing you, and you felt a little pang of intimidation seize you.

He was tall, and ordinary looking, but he had the coldest eyes you had ever seen. They were truly like a snake’s – flat and devoid of any emotion, any empathy. He stared at you evenly, it felt like there was a warning being communicated, something being said. He stood with authority, you assumed instantly he was the leader of the group, he stood strong and tall, menacing. You felt frozen, locked in his stare, before he turned, refocusing his attention back on the group.

You stood there in shock, before you put your head down and hurried down the street, feeling your heart thump in your chest. There was something about him, something about the stare he had given you, that struck fear into you. 

“This is serious,” You muttered to yourself. You knew it was true, you didn’t know anything about Hoseok and what he was involved in had a serious element of danger associated. Whatever that stare meant, you didn’t want to know.

You were still shaken when you arrived at Ara’s, putting your coat away and forcing a smile on your face. You sensed Taehyung’s eyes on you straightaway but you avoided his gaze. You had arrived late, the movie had already started, some horror movie that Ara and her friends had been desperate to watch.

You settled onto the couch, feeling tense. That man, whoever he was, the leader of the group, his icy stare was etched into your mind.

You glanced up, as Taehyung settled beside you. 

“Hey,” He greeted lightly. You just smiled faintly back. “Don’t worry, you haven’t missed much.” He gave you a little grin, you just stared at him blankly for a moment.

“What?” You murmured. 

“The movie,” He said slowly, cocking his head at you in concern.

“Oh,” You just said weakly, nodding, pretending to be focused on the movie.

It was a horror, but your mind wasn’t on the movie, it was thinking about the Kingsnakes, about that black striped snake tattooed on Hoseok’s arm. You still remembered how it looked, Hoseok’s hands gripping your hips as he fucked you front behind. You could remember it vividly- the strain of your neck as you twisted around to watch him, the way he was staring at you, his eyes dark and intense. And that tattoo, curling around his arm, his hands gripping you as he fucked you.

Every time there was a jumpscare in the movie, you jumped, feeling your heart race. You had no idea what was going on in the film but you were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you felt jumpy and on edge. Each time you jolted, Taehyung was gazing at you worriedly.

You jumped now, everyone in the room shrieked, your body reacted and you reached out, grabbing onto Tae’s arm. He put a hand comfortingly on your knee, looking down at you. “Scared?” He asked soothingly, you stared up at him. His face was close to yours but all you could hear was his question. It was an odd déjà vu, Hoseok’s voice the first time you met, his own question, ‘Scared?’ echoed in your brain. 

You stood up abruptly, mumbling something about needing the bathroom. You went straight there, feeling your head spin. 

You were confused, and getting worked up over nothing. He hadn’t contacted you, and it was driving you insane, even though you had no reason to be. You splashed water on your face, the coolness comforting you and slowing your messy thoughts. You sighed, staring at your reflection before you dabbed your towel on your face. You wanted to message Hoseok. You felt an itch within you to talk to him again. To see him again.

You walked out of the bathroom, seeing Taehyung leaning against the wall nearby casually. You smiled at him. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, you leaned on the wall beside him. You knew things had shifted between the two of you recently, the dynamic had changed somewhat but you still trusted him and he was still a friend.

“Yeah,” You said slowly. “I’m just confused.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “About?”

You hesitated. You couldn’t exactly tell Tae that you were confused because the guy whose last name you didn’t know but you fucked hadn’t texted you, and that guy was also a member of the city’s most dangerous gang.

“Um,” You said instead, tentatively. “Long story.”

Tae nodded slowly. “Cool.” You smiled a little, one thing you had always liked about Tae was that he sensed when to drop things, he always had a good read of people and of you.

You thought to yourself that Tae was one of the best guys you’d ever met. He brought out a side of you that was like a softer version of yourself, sweeter. You wanted to be kind around him, someone he could be proud of. You were good around Tae, not snappy, not irritated. 

Hoseok on the other hand, seemed to bring out something entirely different in you. Something you didn’t fully recognize yet.

“Tae,” You began. “What… what’s your opinion on taking risks?”

You met his gaze, he looked at you as if he was trying to decipher your words.

“I think,” He began. “I think you’ve gotta outweigh the good and the bad. Figure out if it’s worth the risk. For me anyway…” His voice trailed off but you weren’t listening properly. You were thinking about Hoseok again. 

“…Anyway it’s funny that you mention it because um, I think we all are afraid of taking risks sometimes. I am. But some things are worth it, right?” He smiled earnestly at you. He had stepped closer to you, and you hesitated. 

“Yeah,” You said softly. “Hey, let’s head back?” You nodded over to the main room. Disappointment snuck across Taehyung’s face before he nodded, flashing one of his brilliant signature Tae smiles at you. 

“Of course.”

You returned to the couch, trying to focus on the movie ahead of you but thoughts raced through your mind. Taehyung was still sitting beside you, staring ahead. You knew the smart thing to do would be to finish this movie, to talk to Taehyung, have a quiet, sensible night in. 

But your body pulled for Hoseok, you were aching for him. Flashes of how it had felt, your palms against the drywall, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he fucked you, had your mouth dry and your thighs squeezing together in anticipation.

God, you didn’t know what it was about him. Hoseok. You glanced over at Ara, she was transfixed on the movie. You frowned a little to yourself, you knew clearly that contacting Hoseok again would be a bad idea. 

He hadn’t so much as messaged you, he was bad news, there was nothing to be gained from messaging him. Just good sex, and you could find good sex somewhere else.

I’m bored. Your words from two weeks ago popped into your brain and you hesitated, stiffening. You didn’t want to return to that. Hoseok had awoken something inside of you, there was something dwelling within you that was stirring. Something unanswered. You felt alive, thinking about him, thinking about him being inside of you, touching you. 

I want something exciting.

You stood there, frozen for a moment, before you made your decision. You pulled out your phone, glancing down at it discreetly. No one around you noticed, they were all watching the movie. You pulled up Hoseok’s number, the string of unfamiliar digits and empty communication, as you typed out the message.

1. What is your favourite song from Dark & Wild, Wings, and LY: Her? Dark & Wild- Danger Wings- Cypher Pt.5 LY: Her- Outro: Her

2. You find yourself in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, what is your survival strategy? Oh god... attempt to hold it together and not have a COMPLETE breakdown whilst barricading myself in a nearby food store before it gets pillaged? WOw I got stressed just thinking about that T.T

3. You win an all expenses paid holiday to wherever you want to go. So… where are you going? I’m gonna go to Hawaii. It super expensive there so if I could go there all expenses paid it would be amazing. I’m studying Natural History and Marine Photography rn soooo the underwater photography opportunities there would be IMMENSE!! Also it’s just so incredibly beautiful with a such a rich cultural history.

4. Do you have any Christmas traditions? What are they? Every year I watch The Santa Clause literally the maximum amount of times I can afford to. Its my favourite christmas movie of ALL time!! This year I got to watch it with my new and much loved roommates which was amazing. Oh and a friend from back home always sends me this same shitty christmas themed chainmail every. single. year. So i guess its kind of become a tradition to send him it back.

5. You can choose any superpower in the world. What do you pick? I would love to be an elemental!! Control the elements!! But on a more practical level I’d like to have invisibility... it would open so many doors!! Did I just say ‘on a more practical level’ when talking about my preferred superpower? I think I did.

6. You are at a classy-ass bar. What is your drink of choice? Ughhhhh I really want to say Long Island Ice Tea but thats not very classy is it?? Gin & Lemonade? Thats not classy but I think it’s as classy as you’ll get from me.

7. If you could pick anyone from BTS to be your platonic best friend, who would you choose and why? Namjooooooooon!!! I think we are quite similar in our demeanours so I feel like we would be at peace around each other. Conversation wouldn’t be forced and silences wouldn’t be uncomfortable. Plus he would be an amazing friend and no one can convince me otherwise...

8. What is your favourite pizza topping? Pineapple!! (don’t hate me!!!) Or goats cheese (don’t hate me!!!)

9. What is one of the best pieces of advice you have ever received? That it’s okay to cut people out of your life and sometimes it’s actually the best thing you can do.

10. Are you a cat person, or a dog person?  Kitty Cats!! I even have a tattoo of a cat doodle! <3

11. Who do you pick as your character when playing Mario Kart? this shouldn’t be surprising due to my last answer but I ALWAYS go as Cat Peach!! I didn’t really like Peach but then she got a cat costume... *0* <3

My Questions: 1. If you could buy one present for every member of BTS what would you get them? 2. Whats one thing that you’d like to happen this winter? 3. What is the best present you’ve ever received? 4. What are your top 5 songs right now? 5. What do you like most about yourself? 6. If you could pick one tv show, video game, book, movie universe to live in... which would you pick? 7. What was the last thing you binge watched? 8. What are three things that make you feel warm inside? 9. Top 5 books of all time? 10. What is your astrological sign? Is it accurate to your personality? 11. What are you 10 most used emojis?