𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 18+ [𝐎𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠]

Hoseok : Sleepover

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Your POV

With my parents out of town for the weekend, I had the entire house to myself—and there was no way I was going to waste it.

So, I did what any sane person would do: I called my best friend.

"I expect you here at 5, Hope," I told him over the phone before hanging up with a grin.

I dropped onto the couch and placed the food order like we were prepping for a house party instead of just two people. Three boxes of pizza. A bucket of chicken. Fries, burgers, and not one—but two platters of pasta for dinner.

When the doorbell rang, I paid the delivery guy and hauled everything inside, placing the food neatly on the poolside table. I glanced at the clock—4:06 PM. Still had time.

One by one, I arranged the spread with a little too much excitement. It felt nice to do something different for once, especially with him.

By the time I was fluffing the last paper napkin, the doorbell rang again.

Perfect timing.

I rushed to the door and opened it to find Hoseok, grinning like a fool, two grocery bags dangling from his arms.

"I brought drinks and chips!" he announced proudly, waving them in the air.

I laughed. "Alright, go get changed. We're swimming."

He kicked off his shoes and darted down the hallway to the guest room. I carried the bags to the backyard and placed the drinks on ice. The chips could wait—we had all night.

I reached for the hem of my shirt and peeled it off, revealing the navy one-piece bikini I'd impulsively bought last week. I folded my clothes and placed them on the chair beside the table, the warm air brushing across my skin as I walked

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The sky had turned to gold.

Hoseok and I sat on the edge of the pool, our legs lazily dangling in the water, wine glasses in hand, the evening breeze brushing against our damp skin. We didn't speak. We didn't need to. The silence between us was warm, like everything we never said still hung in the air between breaths.

I stole a glance at him.

His jawline was sharp under the fading sunlight, a clean cut I hadn't noticed before. He must've gotten a haircut. His nose, his lips... I caught myself staring too long. I turned away and took a long sip of wine to chase down whatever was creeping up inside me.

The alcohol warmed me, but the breeze still made me shiver.

"I've got a weird idea," I said, setting my glass on the table. "And I've always wanted to try it."