BTS Imagines And Prefences

3. If The World Stopped Spinning (J-Hope)

Hoseok is bright. Hoseok is the sun. Naturally, Hoseok has a mouth that runs according to it's own schedule, a mind of it's own. Hoseok speaks animatedly, using his hands and big, beautiful words that go beyond the horizon and scatter the night sky into a million tiny stars. Sometimes it's hard for him to stop talking, for there are too many good things in his life that he wants to mention and hear himself saying, just to accept the fact that it's all real and not just his wild imagination that are putting those thoughts in his head.

No one wants Hoseok to stop talking. He's so endearing that it makes the heart hurt and his rough accent is a hard one to crease. It's just, sometimes it's nice to be enveloped in silence; it's not fallacious, nor selfish, and sometimes people just genuinely want some peace and quiet. It's a time to relish in one's thoughts, relive the earlier events that took place in the day, and reflect. Basking in silence is a hard thing for Hoseok to do, because he always want to comment on how nice the weather is or how happy he feels and how his heart skittered on stage when he saw ten thousand of his fans staring back at him. He always want to be speaking. He needs to hear his own voice to realize he's alive and truly living this moment.

Then there's her, Hoseok's opposite, the girl who is able to settle down and just sit for a moment, completely drowsed in silence. She'll speak beforehand, and when she does, she has the loveliest voice and Hoseok smiles a bit wider just hearing it and wants to tell her everything that happened in his day.

Out of nowhere, it'll be quiet. Hoseok will peak underneath his lashes and glance at her, marvel at how her head is titled to the side and she's smiling with her eyes closed. He wonders what she's thinking about when she's soft like this, peaceful and reserved and allowing him to just look at her without having anything to say.

"Hobi." She mumured, "Do you ever think about what it would be like if the world was just silent for a day? If it stopped spinning?"

Hoseok thinks about that question alot now. It's the base of his every dream, the inspiration for every song, the life question; that he always finds himself thinking about. He does wonder what would happen if the world would stop spinning; where would he be, who would he be with, what time would it be and where would the sun be located? Hoseok thinks that maybe, instead of silence, earth would break out in mayhem. Action to stop riots would be a failure, violence and torment would break out among other's fears with masked bravery, scientists would ponder with their hands rubbing at the stressful scruff on their chin and say "I don't know." Hoseok himself doesn't know what he would do then suddenly, talking seems so much quieter than what life would be like if that were ever to happen.

It's a question that's haunting him so much, it follows him into the night and when he's sliding into bed behind her and curving his hand around the soft skin below her waist. He nuzzles his face into the back of her hair, pressing kisses here and there. She's suprised, because for once he's quiet.

"Hoseok?" She asks into the dark, squeezing her hand in the confinement of his own. "What's wrong?"

Silence engulfs them for another heartbeat until he replies- softly, delicately, like he's afraid of his own words. "Was thinking about what you said earlier... I think... I think I kind of just want to lie here for a while and hold you."

"No words?"

"Yeah no words." She checks over her shoulder to see Hoseok's eyes closed, his face a photograph of serenity. She carefully rolls onto her side, dislodging Hoseok's hand in the process, before her head is resting snuggly underneath his chin and she's breathing in everything that she's ever fallen in love with him.

It's funny because when you are quiet- truly quiet- you take notice of all the things you never did before. It's losing a part of yourself, a vital sense, like every other opportunity you've been given dissolves and you're left on your own really make a census of things.

While Hoseok is mute, dark eyes blind to the world as he knows it, he's furrowing his eyebrows because he's talking consideration of parts of her he didn't have time to appreciate in the past because of the world spinning too fast.

And one : she has the softest skin Hoseok has ever touched. He doesn't know if it's because of some lotion she uses, or she's naturally blessed with skin he wants to touch and feel and love off for the rest of his life, but it... it freaking glides beneath his fingertips. There are crevices and patterns to her skin, and he takes his time in everything to just stop for a minute and feel her, curves his palm over the flesh at her hips, dragging his digits over his stomach and up to her pulse, kissing her wrist and the little indents in the middle of her hand. He does all of with his eyes closed.

Two :  Hoseok counts how many times she breathes within these few minutes of complete peace. She has a little hitch in her breath every time, her nose firmly pressed into the base of Hoseok's neck. While she is breathing so is he, and he takes notice of how she smells; there's a faint fragrance of Hoseok's body wash that he knows he is only located in his bathroom, which she must have checked from him for the day to soap her body with. The last time he had his eyes open, he saw shr wss clad in his favorite jersey - the one with the green stripes - and curled in tight beneath it, and because of that, he breathes in and smiles and she smells like him. It's a reminder that she's here in his bed and he's definitely more than alive and he's kind of floating in thin air.

Three : Stroking the strands of her hair, he untangles the small knots that wrapped around themselve amidst the earlier day. He hums a bit at that, a small chuckle heaving past his lips and he gently pulls the hair back from her face so he can...

Fourth :  Kiss her, every part of her face that he's kissed before. He presses his mouth to the middle of her eyebrows, both ends of her temple and her closed eyelids. He mouths at her cheek, leaving airy gusts of fresh breath that smells like his toothpaste. He almost slips, almost whispers that he loves her, so he just thinks it instead and kisses her earlobe and the line of her jaw. He gently moves his chin off the top of her head and dips down so he can find her throat in the dark, the beat that so rapidly fires off for him. He can nearly feel her heartbeat against his ear when he's this close and that's something he's never taken time to realize before; and when he does, in the moment, it's like happiness spills throughout him because he knows she's here, living with him.

Five :  She is beautiful and has to talk about it, brag about it to everyone, write songs about it. She has this laugh that is lovelier than his ( easily) and he belongs in a chorus of thousand singing doves. Her skin glows in the sun and that shames the sky because her radiance can easily outshine the rays. It's like she was born to be in the middle of the sky where the sun always shines because Hoseok's attention always seems to be there. She's beautiful and her voice is the loveliest and he thinks about her so much, almost as much as he speaks of her.

And Hoseok - Hoseok can't stand the silence any longer and he chokes out a little gasp and lets his eyes fly open and finds her to be staring back at him, eyes brown and easily seeing through him.

"Don't know what would I do if the world stopped spinning." He raps out, and he kisses her, his sun, the center of his universe, "But I know I would love you anyway."

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