BTS one shots

Hoseok - pt. 2

(A/N: How does he change from Hobi to Hoe-seok and back so quickly? It's fREaKiNG mE oUT)

*THE DAY OF THE FANSIGN*

You squealed as you looked in the mirror. Today, you were finally seeing your angel, your hope. "So, how do I look?" you asked as you turned to Somi, who was dressed up in the cutest off-the-shoulder pink dress with a sweetheart neckline. She, however, didn't look up from her phone, probably to engrossed in whatever fanfic she was reading right now. You didn't know what kind of fanfictions she read, but you strongly suspected she had some kind of daddy kink. Not that you judged her, you were a bit dirty minded yourself. "Somiiiii." you whined, wanting her to help you with your outfit. "You look adorable" she answered, finally looking up from her phone, causing you to sulk.

"I was going for hot" you pouted, rethinking your choice of clothing.

"If you're going for hot, you should wear this" she said, putting her phone down before walking to your closet and grabbing a black high waisted skirt, a black crop-top with white stripes down the side and a pair of black over the knee stockings. "Take of your pants and put this on." she instructed handing you the outfit.

"Kinda eager are we?" you wiggled your eyebrows at her before starting to change. "Not as eager as your boy Hoseok will be once he sees you in that outfit." she said winking. "Now move your butt or we'll be late." Blushing at the thought of Hoseok finding you hot, you sit down on the bed to put on the stockings, being careful not to rip them. Your eyebrows almost fly off your head when you stand up to look at yourself in the mirror. "Oh my god, you must have magical powers or something, but I look hot! I didn't know that was possible!" you exclaimed causing Somi to laugh. "Never underestimate my fashion sense, Y/N"

After curling your hair, you and Somi walk out of your shared appartment to the fansign, making sure you both had your albums ready to be signed. You were a bit worried you were overdressed, but your worries soon dissapeared when you arrived at the fansign. There were dozens of girls walking around in pretty clothes with lots of make-up on. Somi turns to you, a bit insecure. "Do you think I should've put on make-up?" She must've noticed how pretty the girls around us looked too. "Girl, don't be silly, you don't need make-up. You damn hot." She laughed, not quite believing you, but feeling reassured.

"I agree that this dress makes me look 'damn hot'," she pronounced 'damn hot' the same silly way you did, slightly mocking you, "but it is highly inconvenient. It has no pockets, were am I supposed to put my phone?" "You could've brought a bag or something, you know, that thing people usually use to put things in they can't leave somewhere else. But seeing as you didn't, I guess you're gonna have to hold it in your hands, because my tini-tiny bag is full." She glared at you. "I could always shove it up your ass, you know. I know I should've brought my bag, but I couldn't find it, remember?" You laughed as you recalled her running around in the appartment this morning, loudly singing "Did you see my bag?" for about 15 minutes. She had eventually given up and walked out of the door with just her phone and her album in her hands.

"But Y/N, are you sure I can't put it in your bag?" she pouted at you. "Otherwise I'm gonna have to put it on the table when I talk to the members, I don't wanna do that Y/NNN." she continued to whine. "I highly doubt any of the members is gonna steel your phone, Somi." "I know that, you idiot, I just don't want them to think I can't live without my phone." You smiled as you heard the irony in that. "But you can't  live without your phone." "Oh shut up, they don't need to know that." she said as she fake kicked you, laughing when you tried to dodge her leg, thinking she was really gonna kick you.

After waiting in line for about 40 minutes, it was finally your turn to meet the members. You were really nervous at first, but while talking to the first member, Namjoon, you felt more comfortable and started talking more freely. He was very nice and he even let you touch his dimples, which appeared when you asked him about them.