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

i keep on loving you

It had been a week since Hoseok ended our relationship.

He hadn't uttered a word to me.

However, Jungkook had been a constant presence, checking in on me. I had confided in him about the baby, Jung Joonyoung (yes, I named the baby after Drug Restaurant's leader – challenge me).

One Tuesday morning, my day off from work, I was relaxing and watching music videos by various K-rock groups.

A loud, forceful knock on my door made me startle from my seat.

I quickly lowered the volume of the music and cautiously approached the door. Peering through the peephole, I saw Jungkook, his bright smile visible.

I opened the door, and there stood the entirety of BTS, including Hoseok.

Politely, I invited everyone inside, deliberately ignoring Hoseok. As I settled on the couch, clutching a plushie, I observed the room in quiet contemplation.

"So... what brings you all here?" I inquired, my tone gentle.

Jimin's smile lit up as he stood and enveloped me in a hug, his arms wrapping around my head. He patted my back affectionately and said, "Congratulations, my little pumpkin."

I shyly smiled, casting a playful glare at Jungkook for having disclosed my secret.

Hoseok sighed, rubbing his temples. "The fans are going to be in a frenzy."

"They're already crazy," Jin and I chimed in simultaneously. We laughed heartily at our synchronized response. Jin draped his arm around my shoulders, offering comfort.

"It's alright. I'll watch over her," Jin reassured with a grin.

Blushing, I smiled and looked down at my lap.

Hoseok scoffed, his gaze shifting between me and Jin with irritation.

"Listen, kid. You won't protect anyone but yourself," he proclaimed, striding over to us and removing Jin's hand from my shoulder.

Suddenly, he seized my arm, forcefully leading me upstairs. We entered our former bedroom, and he locked the door behind us.

Pushing me against the door, he attacked my neck with fervent kisses and sucking, leaving a trail of love bites.

The tenderly blooming purple marks smarted intensely, causing me to moan and bite my lip.

Hoseok's smirk deepened, and he gently rubbed my inner thigh, raising my skirt. With his middle finger, he stimulated my clothed clit, evoking a vivid blush from me. His touch, albeit embarrassing, ignited a soft moan that escaped into Hoseok's ear.

He grinned, repositioning my panties aside, and inserted his middle finger, thrusting rapidly and deeply. My moans grew louder as I clung tightly to his shoulder. Overwhelmed, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, leaning against the door.

Lowering himself to his knees, Hoseok lifted my skirt and teased my exposed, wet clit with his tongue. He slowly began licking and sucking, all the while continuing his digit exploration.

Loud moans escaped my lips, my body trembling, the climax building. The pleasure surged, and I practically screamed as I climaxed on his finger.

Hoseok stood up, seductively licking my essence off his finger. He leaned close and whispered, his words chillingly detached, "Listen. I don't love you. But I'll indulge myself whenever I desire." A self-satisfied smirk adorned his lips.

With an evil glint in his eyes, his expression belied his sorrow and remorse. He left abruptly, departing without another word.

My breathing was ragged, gasping for air, as I slid down the door. Curling into myself, I hugged my knees, the tears flowing silently. The front door closed, accompanied by the faint sound of footsteps.

After about twenty minutes of silent weeping, a gentle knock resonated through the room. I stood, wiping my tears, and slowly opened the door.

Embracing me was a warm, comforting hug. Yet, it wasn't from the person I longed for. It wasn't from the love of my life, my sunshine – my Hobi.