BTS One Shots

Love Me Do 3 | Hoseok

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Hellooo, I hope you're all doing well! It's deadline season at uni rn so my week is pretty full, but so far I'm (barely fdjksl) managing so yayyy💪💪💪 I still have the weekly fic for you guys, at least ;) I hope you enjoy this one♥♥♥

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You've been drifting in and out of sleep all night, laying on your back with your eyes closed as you listen to the soft pitter patter of the rain against the hotel windows. For what feels like the fiftieth time tonight, your body grows heavier, and you're slowly starting to sink into yet another bout of sleep. Tonight's rounds of vodka and tequila seem to have gotten to your head, though – you feel woozy.

Letting out a breath, you flutter your eyes open. A siren wails in the distance, cutting through the light noise of rain against glass before it fades away seconds later. You remain unfazed, however, simply staring through the darkness at the white ceiling above you, heart beating steadily, hands folded over your stomach.

He said your hair looked nice.

When your heartbeat picks up yet again, you exhale slowly, closing your eyes once more. You need to clear your head, one way or another – some air, is what you need. With another sigh, you roll your head to the side to look at the alarm clock – 04:19.

Cursing underneath your breath, you look up at the ceiling one last time before you make up your mind. With another sigh, you roll out of bed, your eyes half closed as you slip into your shoes, opening the door to your room's small balcony and slipping outside.

The cold night air plays with your hair as you sink down in one of the chairs, your eyes still half lidded as you hug your knees and stare off into the distance. It doesn't feel much different than inside, and neither the cool breeze nor the rain against your skin is much of a distraction. On the contrary – all the cold does is make you recall the feeling of his warm lips on yours.

Even worse, it's making you crave it.

Heaving a long sigh, you lean your chin on your knees, feeling a shiver run down your spine when the night air creeps underneath your shirt. You're starting to wonder if it's going to be this bad every time you so much as talk to Hoseok – quite honestly, you're starting to wonder if you should've listened to Seokjin in the first place. Had you just kept your mouth the hell shut, you wouldn't have been moping right now. You could've still run off to his room and kissed him.

"Can't sleep either?"

Your eyes widen and your gaze snaps to your side, a sharp breath leaving your lips when you see Hoseok sitting on his own balcony. It's so close to yours that you can hear him even over the city noise, that you can see him in more detail than you expected. He's dressed in a hoodie and sweats, the dark fabric glistening in the soft yellow glow emanating from his room – his hair is the same, and you notice small droplets of rain are rolling down his skin.

"Are you– are you wet?" is the first thing you blurt out, leaning closer to squint at him.

He smiles softly, letting out a laugh. "Well, that does usually happen when you sit in the rain for a while."

You can't help but chuckle and you nod, tearing your eyes away from him to look at the glittering skyline in front of you – you don't feel like you should ask how long he's been sitting here for. "So why can't you sleep?"

There's a short silence, and you glance aside at him to check if he's still there. He's looking down at his hands, resting in his lap. The darkness of the night masks his facial expression, but you swear you can see him chewing on his bottom lip. "Just thinking," he answers finally, lifting his head to look at you.