Never not

1.Game over

"Maria, hi, I'm J-Hope. I'm very scaredeu," your husband said to his horse. "Maria~"

"It's okay, Hobi," you said as he desperately tried to get off Maria. "She's not going to hurt you. She has the name of my little sister," you said, watching him land on the ground.

It has been six months since 'game over' (the wedding), and you can never get tired of this goofy fluffball.

He's a little monster, and cuddling is his special attack.

And said ball of sunshine pouted grumpily before walking to you.

"It's okay, baby boy," you said while ruffling his long blonde hair that was soft as a plush, and hot as the sun.

"Not how I wanted my summer vacation to be," Hoseok pouted, holding your hand as you handed him his sunglasses.

"How 'bout we play chess and watch a movie?" You asked and the bright smile finally found way to his lips again.

Doing a little jump in the air, your husband kissed your cheek before running back to the beach house.

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"I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road, I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more~" The man sitting beside you on the couch kept singing as he chugged down another glass of whiskey with you.

Giggling, you just side hugged him, still concentrating on the movie that you both were watching.

And out of nowhere, an erotic scene played in the movie, scaring the living ship out of you.

You could feel it. The awkwardness and embarrassment you and your husband felt, radiating off your skin and into your mind.

"I HAVEN'T LOST MY FIRST KISS YET!" Hoseok yelled out of the blue, making you flinch.

"What? What the-" You asked with a grumpy face. "Oh, wait. I HAVEN'T LOST MY FIRST KISS YET TOO!" You yelled back with a cheerful smile, jumping on him.

"Yay!" He yelled again before getting off the couch with you.

"What the hell is that?" You asked, pulling back a little as you titled your head to the side.

"That's my shirt," he said with a smile, blinking his puppy eyes and you pouted.

"Why do you have that shirt on?"

"Because I'm wearing the shirt," Hoseok answered as he screamed out of nowhere.

"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?" You screamed back.

"I DON'T KNOW! WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?"

"I DON'T KNOW TOO! WHY ARE WE SCREAMING?" You screamed again before stopping, desperately panting for oxygen.

Maybe your neck is stiff, toes are cold, hair is getting pulled, elbow's bent, spine ain't straight, brain has shrunk, words are hardly whispers when you speak, mouth is getting filled up with Hoseok's tongue, and- Wait. Tongue? You both are making out?

"Silly baby man," you whispered in his lips as he wrapped your legs around his waist, arms around his neck as he walked to the bedroom, shutting the door close as he slammed you against it, the movie long forgotten.

"I though you liked that dress," you said in between heavy breaths as your dress was ripped off you.

"I like that dress," Hoseok answered as he proceeded to take off his clothes too, with you still wrapped around him.

His breathing was as heavy as yours.

And then he took you to the bed, resuming the (almost) baby making process there.

But when things got a little more heated and you accidentally kicked him straight in his- Oh, lord!

"Remind me," your husband paused with a stuttered gasp. "-to never go against you. Hobi water! Are you a ninja?"

A moment of silence.

He just couldn't decide if you were a good person wrapped up in a bad person, or a bad person wrapped up in a good one.

When he finally comes to a conclusion, your actions would say otherwise. Like what happened now.

"Why did you marry me?" You slurred a little because of the whiskey, laying your head on Hoseok's chest as you both fell back on the bed, tired after a fifteen minute make out session, and of course, your kick.

Would you look at him? His hair disheveled, face red and sweating, chest raising up and down as he kept panting for air, heart beating faster than a race car.

Said man doesn't acknowledge that you asked him a question until he opens his eyes, looking into yours.

And would you look at yourself? You look like you just single-handedly wrestled a chicken and failed mercilessly.

But let me tell you, you're the luckiest Y/n faced Y/n in this universe.

"Uhm...mama hope once said that good children of sunshine like only the arranged marriage concept," Hoseok mumbled with heavy lidded eyes and you hummed in response, snuggling into him.

Getting married to him brought you lemons from his uncle's farm, and you made a lot of lemonade. Thanks to that.

"Good night, Hobi hubby," you mumbled back before drifting off to dreamland.

"Dream about me," he added as a whisper, holding you in his arms so tight in a way even demons snored that night.