Jung Hoseok Oneshots

Comfy

Around this time, you were taking medication that made you feel really drowsy. You hated the immense fatigue and slight nausea you felt, and usually Hobi would be there to lull you to sleep, lightly stroking your hair. However, he was busy in his studio, which meant you had to take the medication and deal with the drowsiness by yourself - something you never looked forward to.

You lay in your bed, the effect of the drugs taking a toll on you, making your eyelids feel heavy and you eventually succumbed to a deep sleep.

After a few hours, Hoseok had finished in the studio, heading to the bedroom. While walking into your shared bedroom, quietly, his steps cautious, he spotted your dead-to-the-world figure on the bed. He softly smiled, looking at your pouted lips and full cheeks. He sauntered up to you, his hand moving away the hair covering your forehead, and laid a light kiss there.

"I'm sorry angel," he spoke before walking into the bathroom to have a shower.

An hour later, Hobi had come back dressed in comfy clothes, ready to slip under the covers with you. He sat beside you carefully, but froze as soon as he felt you move beside him. He watched you with wide eyes as you turned towards, your face settling right between his thighs, but also headbutting him right in the gentlemen's region. His brows furrowed painfully, biting the inside of his cheek to avoid making a sound.

"Comfy," he heard you slur out.

Well great. He was stuck.

He tried, tapping your head to stir you from your sleep, but nothing, and when you moaned in your sleep...right next to his crotch, he really had to restrain himself, biting down on the inside of his cheeks.

He looked from side to side, as if something beside him could aid him in this situation. Eventually, he decided to place himself behind you. He moved as smoothly as possible, sliding his leg out from under you resulting in your head to drop on the pillow quite hard. Your eyes fluttered open, feeling movement behind you.

"Hobi," you said, your voice extremely groggy.

You felt too tired to pick your head up, but you had no trouble in holding Hobi's hands that had slid around your waist.

"Sorry princess, did I wake you?" he asked with a low voice, chuckling silently.

"It's okay," you slurred out again, not managing to say much more.

He kissed your temple, your lips tugging into a smile at the sweet gesture, and his fingers gently stroked your hair. It only took a few seconds for the repetitive movements of his fingers in your locks until you were sleeping again.

"Sweet dreams y/n," he spoke softly, ticking his head in the nape of your neck.