Playtime - A Book Of BTS Smut And Fluff

High - Hoseok NSFW

WARNING: MENTIONS OF DRUG USE AND UNPROTECTED SEX. 

Los Angeles. You were in the city a lot for business anyway, so it ame as no surprise to you when it was announced BTS' tour dates in the city would coincide with your time there. When your partner, Hoseok, called you to tell you, he sounded nervous - like he was afraid he was going to miss you. He sighed the biggest sigh of relief when you reassured him that you actually wasn't going to be anywhere else for the foreseeable. "Oh thank God!" He breathed. You could practically see him place his beautiful hand to his firm chest. 

Hobi wasn't usually one for long distance relationships. Despite his "Jay" persona, he was very soft, very loving and relatively romantic. Out of the two of you, he found this situation harder than you did. You missed him, of course you did. But you were too busy with your work to dwell on the fact that your partner was half the world away. And, to be fair, he was too. But he often found himself thinking about you at times when you were too busy to think about him. 

"We're going to be there for two whole weeks, too!" He told you excitedly. The tone of his voice was contagious, and you could feel the butterflies start to flutter in your tummy. 

"I don't suppose you'll be spending much time in the hotel after concerts then." You stated. 

He laughed. "Only if you're there with me."

This was a perfectly innocent exchange between the two of you, yet the tension was beginning to build. That was one thing that you loved about your relationship; it didn't matter where in the world you both were, you knew exactly how to make each other feel good. A lot of the time, when you two would Skype, it would often end up with him cumming on camera at the sight of your fingers or a toy slipping in and out of you. There was one time, Hobi had told you, where he had your sounds coming through his computer speakers at such a volume, Yoongi had smacked on his hotel room door telling him to "get a pair of fucking headphones, you pervert!" You were slightly embarrassed that your boyfriend's hyung had heard you moaning, but because you knew it was something Hobi found hot, it somehow worked for you too. 

"Hey, I have a question." Hobi's voice was curious, his satoori drolled with each syllable as it did when he was feeling particularly quizzical. 

"Shoot."

"I saw a picture of you online the other day. You were wearing a shirt with a logo on it. I was just really curious about the logo so I Googled it."

You were wondering where he was going with this. "Go on?" 

"You do realise that Higgs is a drug company, right?"

Ah. That old chestnut. Hobi was right, Higgs was a manufacturer of pre-rolled joints. A company that had your loyalty through and through whenever you were in California. Because weed wasn't particularly... well, legal in Korea, you didn't ever smoke it around your boyfriend, or even mention it to him. You didn't think he'd a) approve, and b) like you smoking drugs. But in Los Angeles, however, where it was legal and somewhat Hobi-less, you thought it was okay to do. "I know." You replied simply. "I have a lot of their cigarettes." 

Hobi remained quiet for a while, processing this. He was, no doubt, shocked at this new revelation. He didn't have you pegged as a drug taker, even if the drug in question wasn't dangerous in the slightest. You were usually a good girl. 

You spoke for him. "Is this okay?" 

"I mean... your body, your life. I don't know enough about it to comment. How... how often do you smoke?"

"Um, I don't know. Once or twice a week... whenever I'm particularly stressed."

"And it helps?"