Boys With Fun | bangtan

his baby (finale): Hoseok🖤

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Same warnings as before...lots of violence in this chapter. Overprotective Hobi, partying, sexual assault (mild scene), peer pressure...fluff towards the end.

Semi-long chapter.
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Michelle made it to your house at around 7:45 pm sharp. You welcomed her in with opened arms, finally glad that you could spend the rest of your evening not being cooped up in the house by yourself.

"I don't know what to wear." You groaned, plopping down on your bed.

By the looks of it, Michelle still hadn't yet figured out what she wanted to wear. She carried a PINK duffel bag with her and she wore nothing but a pair of leggings, slides and a oversized t-shirt.

It hadn't even dawned on you that you would have to do something with your natural hair. Then again you didn't have a problem wearing it out. You had a lot of it and cute Afro would be good for tonight you guessed...

"Whatever you decide to wear let's make sure it's not too revealing. You know how Hoseok crazy ass get." Michelle smirked, putting her bag on your bed.

You didn't say anything. The only thing you did was crack a small smile, knowing that he would probably flip his shit if he saw you wearing something too revealing.

Then again Hoseok hadn't been answering any of yours calls or messages so at the moment you didn't give a shit about what he liked.

"He is not crazy." Was your own response as you stood up and walked towards your closet.

"Mhm. Keep telling yourself that. He don't even want you going to this party." She said to which you mugged her.

"You asked me to go with you."

"Yeah but I didn't think you would grow the balls to come."

Honestly you didn't want to go. For one, you had a feeling that some shit would pop off. For two, Hoseok had told you he didn't want you going.

Granted hoseok wasn't your father so he couldn't tell you what to do. But you couldn't remember the last time hoseok was wrong about something.

His intuition was always spot on.

"Girl whatever." You disregarded Michelle's words. "Come over here and help me find something to wear."

"What are you looking to wear? Your closet is so damn big...are these my shoes?!" She pointed out, picking up a pair of tennis shoes she had let you borrow a few weeks ago that you had yet to return.

You kissed your teeth and pretended to be skimming through your clothes as you ignored her.

Parties weren't really your scene. Therefore, you would have trouble finding something that would make you both fit in and be comfortable.

You knew it would be frustrating but you would have to do it. It's a good thing patties like these lasted for decades because if they didn't then you would miss it trying to find something to wear.

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After getting out your clothes, you showered. Your hair was surprisingly very cooperative tonight (thank god) and you were able to wear it how you wanted.