𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 ! ᵖʲᵐ

♜ - chapter 8

hoseok pushed you down as soon as the words exhaled out of his mouth, his moves so quick that you almost gasped. before you could question his actions, you found him crawling onto your lap, a concentrated pout on his lips. he looked innocent, but dirty at the same time, his eyelids low and you found that somehow attractive, the fact that he looked tired— because he was drunk.

"you can't leave me like this," he whined with rosy cheeks, acting cute but also much more seductive than you've ever seen him before, his fingers playing with the collar of your shirt. it felt...nice, but maybe it wasn't nice to the fullest because it didn't look like he was the right person to do that. because he wasn't, but you don't feel uncomfortable to tell him no, so you shut your damn mouth.

"what's wrong with your hand?" is your first response accompanied by nervous laughter that you forcefully let out, desperately hoping that hoseok had enough sense left to catch what you were throwing. and he somehow did. "won't feel as good as riding you." at the point, the older has his perky butt seated on your lap, strong dancer thighs encasing your own. if it wasn't for the lingering scent of guinness staining his clothes, you might've been more appreciative of the feeling you're reckoning.

"hyung, we're drunk." well, you were tipsy. however, hoseok was the drunk one. you tried to take responsibility and ensure you didn't become too intoxicated, as emotion and alcohol never paired well together. didn't look like that was going so well for you. "no, no 's fine," in the meantime, the brunette pried your legs apart, so he could comfortably straddle one of your thighs. his hard-on pressed against your jeans through his joggers, and you felt your ears begin to burn extremely fast.

what the fuck was going on today? first namjoon kissed you, now hoseok suddenly looks like he has a thing for you? or it's maybe because he's drunk and horny, yeah, that's most probably the reason— you know that your dear friend hoseok will never see you that way. his alcoholic breath hit your neck as he leaned his head down again, moving a little bit on your leg to grow more comfortable and mumbling something under his breath, sounded like a moan. it sounded...vulnerable?

yes, it did sound vulnerable, but what you didn't like about it was that it sounded like jimin's— and hoseok's voice doesn't sound at all similar to his. you hated how he was still the one you thought about, you just couldn't get him out of your head even for a little bit, could you? and talking about a similar moan, when you thought about jimin, your breath hitched, you shivered, that seemed to be a weird reaction to have for a simple moan.

what snapped you out of your thoughts again were hoseok's slim fingers were pressing against your crotch, you choked, your eyes growing wide and almost jumping out of your place if it wasn't for hoseok being on your lap. you pulled his hand away by the wrist, denying.

"no, hyung—"

"okay, i'm sorry, i won't do it," came his mumbled apology from your neck. hoseok moved his arm from your grip to wrap them around your neck, moving his face from there to tilt his head at you, biting his lower lip softly. "can i use your leg, please? that's it. i just need to cum." by the look on his face, he looked like he was holding back something, he was probably holding back the urge to ride you— he didn't seem that drunk anymore, but he isn't sober.

he was waiting for your answer, looking and staring so desperately at you that you couldn't help but just relax your thigh, nodding your head softly and giving him your permission. he took it, and he took it for granted. you stared at him, he had already started to move his hips, already making noises— all whilst you watched him. your head was full of thoughts, you couldn't even concentrate on what was going on; one reason would be that you were tipsy too. how did you even manage to get here again?

"what the heck?" you whispered to yourself, trying to recollect your thoughts on what happened so far. first, you told namjoon what happened between you and jimin— nothing out of the ordinary there. second, you may be thinking that he might've confessed some sort of feelings he had for you by kissing you...but you're not even that sure yourself. it's still sort of unclear for you.

third, hoseok called you right after you just had a makeout session with namjoon to tell you to meet up at a cafe nearby where he was. heartbroken and all of that stuff— he offered for you to go to his house. and you did. and now, fourth, you are not that sober and hoseok is just fucking drunk and is now basically riding your thigh and getting off in the middle of his damn living room.

everything is just confusing.

you ended up here, but it didn't feel right. something was missing, you felt that even when you were sober but the feelings weren't that strong or anything, but now that you are pretty tipsy, it was getting overwhelming. you know what is missing? your damn apology. fucking meet up with jimin or something and just apologize to him, it's not that fucking hard to not be a dick towards other people.

that seemed to be it. now, you just needed some sort of plan to work that out and actually have the right timing to apologize to him— is what you would say to yourself if you weren't drunk. now, you just say fuck it, call him, tell him to come over to your house and hopefully, he'll agree and not hung up on you as you would expect.

...or better, you go to his house.

yeah, you go to his house.