bts fluff • 방탄소년단

정호석 hoseok - kiss

warnings: angsty fluff

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all it took was just a simple sentence to make you cry rivers and seas. it wasn't from anyone else, but him-your sunshine boyfriend.

sunshine casts shadows too.

it was a nice summer saturday. you thought it would be a good idea to have a walk in the park with hoseok. you woke up early to prepare breakfast. as you grabbed the pan's handle, you accidentally touched outside the handle and burnt your finger. there was particularly a bad burn on you index finger. you dropped the pan into the sink with a loud crash.

"fu-"you hissed, holding your finger while trying to recall where was the first aid box. "what's going on down there?" hoseok's raspy morning voice rang behind you. "o-oh i was cooking and i burnt my finger and i dropped the pan-." you guiltily said. "god, can you be clumsier?" he interrupted. "sorry. i didn't mean to wake you up." you apologised, not even looking into his eyes.

"seriously, y/n, you could drop that pan just a little louder and try to break the windows." he said sarcastically, then left you alone in the kitchen to clean up your mess. your feet were frozen to the ground and you couldn't even feel the burning pain in your fingers. he had never said anything that harsh to you.

you sighed. you got up and shoved the food into the bin and made yourself a cup of hot coffee, not having any appetite to gulp anything down your throat anymore.

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you knocked on his studio door just beside your bedroom. no reply.

"u-uh, hoseok, can i come in?" you asked. no reply.

you hesitantly twisted the handle with your free hand and entered the room. he was focused on his new track with his headphones on. of course he couldn't hear the knock. you didn't want to disturb him, he probably had enough of me today, you thought. you gently placed the cup of on table, as far as possible but also can be noticed. you didn't want to accidentally knock over the cup and break his equipments.

he noticed you. "what are you doing here?" he questioned, furrowing his brows and not even removing his eyes off the screen. "you locked yourself in here for seven hours. i-i made you some tea. also sorry for this morning-" "how many times have i told you not to go here without my permission?"

you froze. "s-sorry, i was worried-"

"you have no right to be, y/n. i just wanted a peaceful sleep on my day off and you woke me up. thanks for that, hm." he said as if that was nothing and it broke your heart.

you felt anger building up inside you; tears of fury and disappointment were swirling in your eyes. "whatever, i literally just tried to be nice. you didn't even care anyway. when i hurt myself you didnt even ask if i'm alright. bye. i don't need someone like that." you blurted out while holding back tears. you took the cup of tea and stomped out of the room. "y/n-" hoseok called, but you slammed the door behind you.

you got to the kitchen and in frustration, you threw the cup across the room. it shattered with tea and pieces of porcelain on the floor.

"y/n- you know i could never be mad at you-"his voice rang behind you. "shut up, you just did." you replied coldly. "no, come on. i was- i was just tired and im stressed at work-" "i know. so i just wanted you to take a break and spend time with me but apparently i should stop it, right? if that was what you wanted to say." you cut him off. "look, i'm sorry, okay? i know you're pissed and just wanted to throw me out of this house but i just wanted to say i love you and-" "shut-"

your eyes widened and you froze.

he shut you up by kissing you on the lips. his soft and warm ones nibbled on your bottom lip. his hands landed on your neck and travelled up to your soft hair. he caressed you- like he actually loved you. his kiss was gentle, yet passionate. you didn't kiss back, you just froze on the spot and looked at him wide eyed.

he finally left your lips. all you did was look at your feet. unknowingly, a tear slipped out from your eyes. suddenly, you felt the familiar comforting warmth and scent surrounding you. you just cried even harder silently into his t-shirt, probably ruining it. your arms were wrapped around him, as if to never let go.

"shh, i'm sorry. y/n, i love you."

a/n: it's shitty and not even proper fluff. sorry.