the switch
→scenario: You think you're getting a normal Christmas present from your boyfriend Hoseok, but what he doesn't tell you is that your gift includes a special power he and the rest of the boys have, enabling them to switch off between one another... during sex.
→pairing: bts | reader
→genre: au smut
→word count: 9,085
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"Babe, since it's Christmas..." Hoseok started, his fingers lightly skimming across your arm. "I have a surprise for you."
"What is it?" You asked, turning to face him and propping your elbow against the back of the couch, resting your head against your hand. His eyes had a mischievous glint as he looked back at you, and you couldn't help but smile at him. You knew he had something up his sleeve.
He slowly stood up, grabbing your hand in his and pulling you with him. "It's something I've been wanting to... show you for a while now," he said, dipping his head in the crook of your neck and placing soft kisses on your skin. You closed your eyes, leaning your head to the side as you relished in his touch. "The boys and I, we have this... special power," he started again, pulling away to look at you.
"Mhm..." you hummed, trying to hide the amused grin that was fighting its way onto your lips. This was obviously another one of your boyfriend's fantasies that he had in that wild imagination of his, and you were more than happy to play along if it meant spending time with him.
He took a deep breath before leaning back in, this time capturing your lips in his. You sighed into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of his warm tongue as it danced around yours. His hands roamed your body, rough yet gentle at the same time as he kneaded across your skin. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and running your fingers through his hair. His hair was so soft and smooth, and so... much shorter on the sides than you remembered. Had he shaved the sides of his head? No, that was impossible. You would've noticed the drastic change as soon as you saw him. What were you touching? You pulled away to get a good look at Hoseok's hair.
"Oh my god," you blurted out and jumped away, losing your footing and stumbling over the couch. You scrambled to pull your legs up, scooting away as fast as you could and closing your eyes tightly. Maybe you were just seeing things? Yeah, that must be it.
"(Y/N)," you heard a voice say, and it was definitely not Hoseok's. You recognized the voice, and that's what scared you the most. You hadn't been seeing things.
You slowly opened your eyes again, coming face to face with the boy who now stood where your boyfriend once had. You don't know how it happened, and you don't know why. But somehow, the person standing in front of you was now... Namjoon.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" You spat, hoping your voice sounded stronger and less afraid than you felt. "How did you get in here? Where's Hoseok?"
Namjoon frowned, seeming hurt and confused at your words. "Wait. He didn't... tell you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He suddenly turned away, leaning his head back and running a hand through his hair in frustration. "God damn it, Hobi," he whispered, looking down and cursing at the ground.
"Didn't tell me what?" You eyed him warily, slowly starting to get up from the couch when you realized you weren't in any type of danger. "Namjoon, what's going on?"
Namjoon still seemed to be lost in his head, but when he turned to look over at you, he stopped. His gaze on you was so deep, so intense that it caused your breath to hitch in your throat. You took a small step back, frightening yourself by the fact that you could feel your core heating up from his stare.
