My BTS Oneshots

Brat | 2Seok

[Summary]

Seokjin is a total brat.Hoseok puts him in his place.

Tags: (Light Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom/Top Hoseok, Sub/Bottom Jin, Canon Compliant, Bratty Jin, Dance Teacher J-hope, Smut and Fluff)

Words: 4,620

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It's an accident, really.

The way Seokjin finds out this one thing in particular, it wasn't meant to happen. He was just in a mood today, and maybe his bandmate was in a mood as well, and maybe their moods clashed—or worked together perfectly, whichever. Tomato, tomato.

Either way, Seokjin finds out in the unplanned, unexpected, most shocking way, that he likes to be handled. Manhandled. By his bandmate.

He's going to hell.

It's late at night, the boys are scattered around the HYBE building, and Seokjin's schedule was an easy late-night practice. They're going to put on a few concerts soon and ON is going to be their opening act. It's been a while since they performed it, however, and Seokjin needed a touch-up on the choreo, so he's here. All alone. With Jung Hoseok.

Now, it would've been easy if Seokjin weren't such a brat.

He'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. His pillow was hot all night. He tossed and turned. Didn't get enough sleep. Even his RJ plushy fell to the floor and made Seokjin wake up in the middle of the night just to reach down to the floor for him, hardly reaching, and when he did finally reach RJ, he scooted back onto the bed just for his fitted sheets to pop off the edge of the bed and smack him in the face (lightly, but still annoyingly so).

Needless to say, Seokjin wasn't in the best of moods. No, he wasn't fierce or cruel to anybody. No, he doesn't blame his mood on the world. He does, however, pout and cross his arms like a toddler just because his schedule has the audacity to force him to dance after such awful sleep.

He's wearing a matching sweatsuit, navy sweatpants and a navy sweatshirt—Nike apparel. At least he's comfortable. And his hair is fluffy, only blow dried from taking a quick shower this afternoon before he came here. He wouldn't be bothered by any makeup routines or uncomfortable clothes, at least. It's just dance practice.

Hoseok—Hob-ah—is wearing a pair of loose ripped jeans and a huge white t-shirt that is definitely way too big on his torso. He's got on a colorful beaded necklace and a few small rings just to accessorize. His hair isn't as fluffy as Jin's, it's pushed back out of his eyes, and Seokjin can tell he's probably been warming up for a while, judging by the serious look on his face and the glimmer of sweat across his collarbones.

"Which part do you need to touch up on?" Hoseok asks him.

And it's a fairly simple question. No, it's the simplest question that Kim Seokjin has ever been asked. However, his brain is wired to simply shrug it off. So he does.

"Which ever one's the least tasking."

He's still standing in the middle of the practice room, his arms crossed. Hoseok isn't playing ON on the speakers, instead having a soft beat in the background. It's calming. Seokjin wishes he could go back home and go to bed, listening to this chilling, relaxing song. It's almost midnight now and nobody's really working in the building. They should be home, too. Yet here they are.

"Then we'll work on the dance break," Hoseok tells him, stepping up beside him and facing the mirror, unlike Seokjin is. Seokjin bites the inside of his cheek and stares into the side of Hoseok's gorgeous, smooth face—he's seriously so shiny from the coat of sweat he has on his skin.