⁞ '✎ A reader insert story that portrays BTS members as classic love tropes in fanfiction writing.
: ̗̀➛ Namjoon as "best friends to lovers" / "college sweetheart" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Seokjin as "billionaire" / "secret identity" - COMPLETED
: ̗̀➛ Yoo...
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Hoseok feels like he's dangling from a cliff's edge with a rope hanging just beyond his reach. He's staring at y/n, waiting for her to say something, anything. He can see her struggling to find the words to respond to his confession. And in that brief moment of hesitancy, it makes Hoseok feel like he's been defeated, losing grip of the cliff's edge, and free falling towards the ground.
"I don't know what to say." Y/n finally breathes out.
Hoseok doesn't want to pressure her into anything and instead nods, unsure what he should say himself. He had brilliantly convinced himself to reveal all of this to y/n, expecting a clear rejection from her. But in her hesitancy, it does spark a small ember of hope, nervousness trailing close behind.
"You can think about it." Hoseok offers, though he understands that if something requires a lot of thought, then it usually means it's a no. But he doesn't voice it. He refuses to guilt y/n into accepting his confession.
"It's–it's not a no." Y/n immediately says, her cheeks flushing pink before saying, "I'm just not sure what I'm really feeling."
It's as much of a ringing endorsement Hoseok receives, that ember of hope slowly igniting into a small flame.
"That's fine." He replies awkwardly. Hoseok cards a nervous hand through his hair before saying, "You can take all the time you need. I know that this was sudden."
Y/n smiles down at her feet, hiding her face from him. "Was it really sudden though?" She asks softly, lifting her gaze to meet his.
Hoseok feels anchored to the ground as his mind goes blank. There was a hint of humor in her tone that sent a shiver down his spine.
Was she poking fun at me?
Was y/n testing the waters to see whether I could take a joke?
Hoseok doesn't know how to answer and instead breathes out a chuckle, one that reminds him how to breathe again. Hoseok attempts to walk again, leading the way back to y/n's dorm, but is suddenly stopped by her hand grabbing his arm. It startles him at first and turns to meet her stare. A conflicted expression crosses y/n's face, as if she were deciding what she was gonna do next. Confusion floods Hoseok as he tries to analyze whether she wants him to walk her back or not.
"I...I don't know what to do." Y/n finally says.
Hoseok is surprised to see her look so vulnerable. The two have never shared a moment like this before. Y/n always seemed to keep a safe distance from him that he's never witnessed her look scared or conflicted. This was entirely new to him.
"I'll do anything you need me to." Hoseok replies honestly.
He means it too. If she needs distance, he'll give her it without any questions. Y/n chews her bottom lip before taking a step forward, a step closer to him. The air around them seemed to buzz with anticipation. With tentative arms, y/n reaches out to him and pulls Hoseok in for a hug. Hoseok's breathing stutters to a halt as she embraces him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he hugs her back, his chin resting atop her head as she buries her face in his chest.
