Thigh Riding // Jhope fanfic// re-vamp !

be mine

I awoke to the gentle caress of sunlight on my face. After a night that had left me with a fierce headache, I attempted to rise but felt a gentle force pulling me back onto the bed.

Turning, I saw Hobi sleeping peacefully beside me. Slowly, I extracted his arm from around my waist and carefully slipped out of bed.

Hobi's voice emerged from beneath the covers, "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom," I replied softly.

He groaned and resettled himself comfortably as I made my way out the door.

Upon exiting the bathroom, I encountered Jimin, his demeanor evidently perturbed. His mood didn't bother me, and I tried to walk past him, only to have my wrist gripped tightly, causing a pained whimper to escape my lips.

His grasp was unyielding. "What did you do last night?!" he interrogated.

"It's not your concern! Let go!" I retorted with an uncharacteristic burst of anger.

For the first time, I found myself yelling at Jimin. But his grip only tightened, prompting a louder whine of pain.

Before he could respond, an enraged Hobi intervened, his usually cheerful demeanor transformed into a fierce protector. "Get off of her," he growled at Jimin.

Jimin released my wrist, leaving behind marks from his vice-like hold. Hobi took hold of my waist, his grip firm yet gentle as he ushered me into his room.

"Next time she tells you to leave her alone, do it," Hobi's words were stern as he reprimanded Jimin, a side of him I had never seen before.

From his closet, Hobi retrieved a black hoodie and placed it on my lap, then picked up my jeans from a corner of the room. "Change. I want you to come with me to dance practice."

As I looked down at my reddened wrist, Hobi knelt and tenderly grasped my hand, his lips brushing my skin.

"He'll never touch you again. You're mine now," he assured, his words wrapping around me like a protective shield.

Even though I hadn't officially agreed to be his girlfriend, his declaration held a sense of comfort. Yet, my feelings for Jimin lingered, and even in my anger, I found myself blaming myself for falling for him.

After changing, I sat on Hobi's bed, waiting for him to emerge from the shower. Engrossed in a game on my phone, I heard the door open and looked up, only to regret my timing.

Hobi's wet hair glistened, water droplets tracing their path down his toned abdomen. Heat surged to my cheeks, and Hobi's laughter rang out.

"You're adorable when you're shy," he teased, and I averted my gaze, biting my lip.

Sensing my discomfort, Hobi crawled onto the bed, water from his wet hair spotting the oversized hoodie. The towel around his waist slipped, revealing more of his form.

His face neared mine, lips inches apart, his thumb gently stroking my lower lip before he kissed me. Once again, his touch sent me into a state of surrender. His hands slipped under the hoodie, tenderly caressing my stomach, and despite my nerves, his touch felt oddly reassuring.

A soft moan escaped me, a sound I immediately regretted as Hobi pulled away. Just then, the door swung open.

Hobi remained positioned atop me, and Jin's shocked exclamation filled the room. Other members rushed in, their eyes widening at the scene. Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and Hobi's voice thundered, "Get the hell out!"

They fled, leaving the door ajar in their haste. Hobi adjusted his towel, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Idiots," he muttered.

He selected clothes from his closet and disappeared into the bathroom to change. Upon his return, fully dressed this time, time passed in a blur.

~ Time Skip ~

We arrived at Big Hit, our fingers intertwined as Hobi helped me out of the car. In the elevator and on the eighth floor, we navigated a maze of dance studios, drawing curious glances from trainees.

Hobi started dancing to the music he played, his movements sharp and intense, revealing his internal turmoil. After two hours, I stood and turned off the music, concerned for his well-being.

"Why don't you take a break? Dancing like that isn't healthy," I suggested as I sat back down, Hobi joining me.

He began to crawl toward me, placing gentle kisses on my neck. My cheeks warmed, and I bit my lip, attempting to restrain myself.

"You want to be mine? Please, baby girl?" Hobi's eyes bore into mine as he asked, the intensity of his gaze making my heart race.