BTS Imagines and Scenarios

Drunken Best Friend

Genre: Angst (kinda fluff. PG13)

Pairing: You x Hoseok

Synopsis: While your parents were out of your way for 6 months, leaving you all of the money you wanted in your family penthouse, your days and nights were filled with parties and boys. Not to mention the alcohol. But the one person who didn't leave when the morning came, was your best friend, Hoseok.

Word Count: 992

The music blasted in your reddened ears from the loud speakers on either side of the room filling the apartment with music. You swayed along, not caring that the blinds were open revealing my living room to the whole city. You closed my eyes, blocking everything out and letting the beat carry your numb body. The lyrics to the song rolled off your dry tongue without my brain telling it to do so. No matter how dark it had gotten outside, you kept the music loud. It wasn't as if it mattered to you anyway. The whole penthouse was yours while your parents were away for six months.

Since school had ended, this was how you spent your days. Not having to work for even an hour to earn money. Your parents did that for you. They had left all of the money you would need when they left and you knew that if you needed more all you had to do was call.

Your days were spent sleeping and your nights were spent partying. Random boys filled your nights with pleasure before they were gone. Not that it mattered, you would have just kicked them out anyway. They didn't matter to you. You only wanted them for that night, after that you didn't care what happened to them.

Apart from one, your best friend. Jung Hoseok. He was the responsible one in your friendship. Ever party you held, he would make sure you didn't get too hammered; but you always did. But he would still be there in the mornings to treat your pounding headache and to scold you. Even though in the mornings, you groaned about never wanting to party again, you still did the next day.

Today was different. Today, you spent the day and night alone. Swaying. In front of the neon city behind your wall high, wall long windows. Music had been pounding through you all day, making every nerve sore from the vibrations. But that didn't stop you. The beat was so loud that you didn't hear the knock at your door and the keys that soon followed. You still didn't notice when Hoseok barged through the door and stood behind you. However, you did notice, when he waltzed over to the speakers and turned them down.

"Jesus Christ Y/N! I can hear that music from down the street!" He scolded, making you wince and groan for the music to be turned back on.

"Turn it back up Hoseok!" You spun around to face him. His fingers were on the speakers, over the volume nob. "Please..." You wined, pushing out your bottom lip. Reluctantly, he turned the speakers back up -just not as loud as they were- and recoiled to the sofa.

Going back to your dancing, you closed your eyes again and felt the rhythm flow through you again. Swaying your hips and waving your arms by your sides, you felt unstoppable.

"Dance with me Hobi." You wined, eyes closed and still swaying.

"Are you drunk?" He pulled his hands from behind his head and placed them on his knees, leaning towards you.

"A little. Now come dance." You outstretched your arms above your head, giving you more room to move, and turned your back to him. He hesitantly stood up and came to stand behind you, keeping his distance. You felt his uncertainty and closed the distance between your bodies. Leaning the back of your head on his shoulder, you moved against him.

"Bloody hell Y/N, you stink of alcohol." He breathed into your neck. You deliberately stumbled -ready to blame it on your intoxicated state- so his hands would fly to your hips; which they did. Then, you wrapped your arms around yourself and used his hands to guide the movement of your hips. Rolling your hips backwards, you earned a groan from Hoseok's throat, giving you some motivation.

"Your drunk." He forced the words out of his mouth but didn't move his tightened grip on your hips. Spinning around to face him, you looked into his eyes and flashed him a smirk. His face was filled with want and reluctance as he stared down on you. Looking down, you started to grind on him further triggering his hands to clench your hips and his eyes to fall shut in refusal.

Grasping at the opportunity, you forced your lips upon his own making him tense. It took a few moments for him to start kissing back and at first he was tentative, but when your hand clutched at his hair, he became rough, unable to hold back any longer. His hands pulled your hips closer to him and yours pushed his head closer to yours, deepening the kiss. He cocked his head to the side slightly and you granted him access to your mouth. He took the chance as soon as it came, exploring your mouth with his tongue before yours started a battle for dominance. Your arms circled his neck, pulling him even closer than before. He moaned into your mouth causing shivers to run all down your body. Your tongues gave up on the battle when he started to push you towards the sofa.

Before you could fall, you flipped the positions so he fell and straddled his lap. You towered down on him as you kissed him in this new position. When the air became thinner around the small space between your faces, you pulled away completely and placed your hands on his shoulders and giving them a few taps.

Flashing him an innocent smile, you looked into his lust filled eyes and said, "I'm going to sleep." His face fell into a look of utter shock and disappointment as you climbed off him and clapped your hands twice, shutting off the music and lights. "Goodnight Hoseok." You smirked smugly and skipped off to your bedroom innocently, leaving an astonished and breathless Hobi on your sofa with his mouth agape.