BTS Imagines

J-Hope ~ Home

You sighed deeply as you enter your empty home. The floor was cold and the lights were off. Nothing was different from when you left for work this morning which led you to conclude that he didn't come home again. It's been four days; the longest he's been out for work. You began to doubt your ability to make right decisions in life. Why did you ever think that marrying an idol would be a good idea?

Hoseok calls you in between his breaks but it was never enough to suffice your longing for him. You had given up on some of your dreams and expectations in your relationship. All you wanted now was to have a normal marriage; to fall asleep together and eat breakfast together.

You miss your family; your mom, your dad and your little brother. Your husband who was supposed to come home tonight and eat dinner with you was busy with some other things. The food on your plate tasted the same as what you ate during breakfast and lunch. Not in the mood to eat, you set your fork down on the dining table and began to clean everything up. You went for a cold shower then dressed comfortably in a white shirt and boxer shorts.

The movie distracted you for awhile. You were on your second bag of chips and on your third can of soda when the door knob rattled. You turned your head to the door, listening to the sound of a key being inserted in the keyhole.

Hoseok came home.

You heard the door open and close from but you pretended you weren't aware of him. He didn't turn on the lights but you heard him making a lot of noise as he place his things down on the floor.

"You still awake?" He shuffled into the dim room.

"Oh you're here." You casually replied, adding a fake yawn, "Yep, I was just watching a movie on TV."

You heard his heavy footsteps approaching the sofa you were seated at. You still didn't turn your head to look at him when he sat at the end of the sofa and laid his head on your lap. He strongly smelled of the perfume you personally picked for him. It was stuck on his clothes, on his skin, on him.

You felt his eyes on you yet despite his stare and his attempts of cuddling with you, your eyes stayed fixed on the TV even when there was really nothing to watch.

You kept your hands to your sides, not raising a single finger to stroke his hair like you used to whenever he rests his head on your lap.

"Are you mad at me?" He started, using his fingers to draw circles on your thigh.

"What?" You said, still not rewarding him a single glance.

"Why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not. I'm just focused on watching the movie."

"Scream at me." He lifted his head from your lap and sat up straight. "Yell at me. Hit me. Do whatever you want just don't be like this.."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You laughed, pretending you weren't mad at him when in fact, you were.

"Y/N." He stood up and turned the TV off but you still didn't look up at him. You focused my eyes on anything but him. "Look at me."

"Aren't you gonna ask why?" You said.

"Look. At. Me." He ordered before letting his hands fall on either side of your head, on the back of the sofa. He leaned his head to your neck, "I can take any punishment you give me." He added as his eyes went back up to meet yours, "Just don't treat me like this. Please.." He whimpered.

"Treat you like what?"

"Stop it." He gritted his teeth.

"Kiss me." You ordered. He pulled back a little. "Kiss me. Now." You repeated, "Don't make me say it again."