fool | j.hs x reader [✓]

chapter three

; pairing : hoseok × reader ft. dawon (hoseok's sister)

; genre : fluff, angst

; word count 6.4k

; warnings : student!hoseok, student!reader, high school au, dirty humor, flashing, mentions of skinny dipping, sexual implications made

; synopsis : you and hoseok take some time trying to process what had occured between the two of you earlier, and hoseok seems to have another question
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Hoseok thought his reoccurring dreams of you would never stop haunting him, his face blushing not only by the residue of alcohol in his system, but also the scare that his closest friends had actually seen you and him make out for a stupid game of truth or dare. He groaned, wondering if he had managed to gain yet another raging boner from such dreams, or even worse, wet the goddamn bed. Slapping himself awake to rid of the bashful feeling, he sat up against his mattress, and with the action aroused the slight headache now beating in his temples.

I have a headache, Hoseok's brain must certainly just be malfunctioning. No, he urgently thought to himself, you most definitely had left no signs of sleeping on his bed. No, he widened his eyes on the beer can, crushed and emptied, laying on the floor of his bedroom. Simply, it must have been his, after drinking with his boys and his sisters on a visit that you weren't invited to. It didn't happen, he desperately tried to convince himself, suddenly pushing the covers off of him in search for denial. There had been no straining in his pants, and to add, he had discovered he hadn't even been wearing any. Shirt and bottoms, both articles discarded on the floor. I don't even think I have condoms in this room, he groaned, slapping a hand against his face. Memories had been released to burst into a wild frenzy, Hoseok rendered miserable to them as he screamed into a pillow.

Even drunk Hoseok would never take advantage of a besotted woman no matter how tempting, and even if it was consented, the energetic buzzing in his ears induced by the strongest drink wouldn't stop him from at least rolling on some rubber. Right? He tumbled off of his bed to slam himself against the hard floor, as if that would be able to rid of the nightmare, still attempting to dismiss every piece of evidence as hallucinations. But what had knocked him sober was seeing your shirt sprawled at the foot of the bed.

"Oh my God!" he cursed, running out of his room before it became too suffocating for his mind to handle. He needed air, fresh air, and he needed to make sure you were okay. Dashing down the stairs in search for you, as if you were the only living plant in the world, halting as his eyes captured the picture of everyone somehow comfortably resting against in the living room, whether it was Jungkook and Taehyung on the floor, or Hyesu and Jimin on the couch, or his older sister on the ottoman. "Christ," he muttered under his breath, still had yet to find you, scavenging the kitchen, the girl's room, or the mudroom, unsuccessful in his search.

He then heard you, your distant sounds of discomfort creeping to his ears, bounding towards the upstairs bathroom, he was thankful that you were in there when finding the door to be locked shut. He called for you through the wood, gently knocking. "Can I come in?"

Oh God no! your eyes widened. You never understood why people your age wanted to drink so much, the feeling only exhilarating, that is if you didn't get a pounding headache along with having to hug the toilet by tomorrow morning. Though it was still most assured a Saturday, and you guys decided to sleep all through it with the help of the tipsy devil. "No, Hoseok please leave, I'm okay." you nearly convinced him, until your throat betrayed you, having to hurl up whatever food you had eaten at all and having it burst past your lips in a one way trip to the toilet bowl.