Cursed Vows(BTS X Hobi)

The Bitter Beginning.

Authors pov

The car came to a slow stop outside their new shared home, and the doors opened as Hoseok and the six brothers stepped out. The argument had died down during the ride, leaving only a tense, uncomfortable silence hanging in the air as they each took in the towering mansion before them. The estate was impressive—a sprawling, modern structure of white stone and dark glass, with manicured gardens flanking the entrance and a sense of chilly opulence.

As they entered the house, Hoseok tried to keep a straight face, hiding the mix of awe and discomfort that crept over him. Inside, the mansion was just as grand: marble floors stretched out beneath them, a towering staircase spiraled upward, and enormous windows flooded the place with light, illuminating sleek, dark furniture and pristine decor. Soft, cream-colored sofas lined the sitting room, set against a floor-to-ceiling fireplace framed with intricate stonework. Everything was immaculate, cold, and perfectly arranged—almost too perfect, like something out of a magazine rather than a place people actually lived.

Hoseok cleared his throat and turned to the brothers, trying to mask his feelings. "Alright, where’s my room? I’m definitely not sleeping in the same room as any of you."

Jin’s lips quirked into a mocking grin. “Gladly. Pick any room you want—hell, sleep in the kitchen if it makes you happy. I don’t care.”

Hoseok narrowed his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his words. “Fuck you.”

Jin's grin turned sly. “Oh, don’t worry, that’s happening soon.”

Hoseok’s brows shot up, confusion flickering over his face. “What…?”

Yoongi took a step closer, his voice low and edged with challenge. “What do you mean, ‘what’?”

Hoseok stammered, taken aback. “I… I just don’t understand what Jin meant by that.”

At that, Jungkook walked forward, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked Hoseok directly in the eyes. “What he meant, Hoseok, is that we’re going to fuck.” He practically purred the last word, drawing it out deliberately.

Hoseok let out a nervous laugh, glancing away.

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Come on, Hoseok. It’s our honeymoon. What did you expect us to do, throw a tea party?”

Hoseok gulped, looking between them. “But… you hate me. You wouldn’t actually want to…” He trailed off, reluctant to finish the sentence.

Jungkook’s smirk didn’t falter. “Oh, we do hate you. And you hate us too, don’t you?”

Hoseok’s gaze dropped, sadness flickering in his expression as he muttered, “Right.”

Taehyung nodded, his tone nonchalant. “Yep. But that doesn’t matter, because we still have to go through with it. You have to give us an heir—that’s the whole point of this marriage, isn’t it? Father needs a grandchild from someone who isn’t a gold digger.”

Hoseok’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as anger started to replace his discomfort. Before he could speak, though, Namjoon interrupted, his tone clipped. “Just go upstairs and wait for us. We’ll start the honeymoon soon.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, then turned, shoulders stiff with anger. But as he made his way toward the staircase, tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. His marriage was nothing more than an arrangement, a role as a mere “heir-producer” and “bedmate” for people who despised him.

What a shame.