Bo$$ - BTS FanFic *** Completed

JiHope

Dez feeling better than she could have ever imagined. She was soaking in a small hot tub of mineral water, wearing a little towel, straddling Hobi's lap as he told her funny stories about himself when he was younger and littered her face and lips with a thousand kisses in between. Jimin was getting a special red-light treatment to keep his skin clear, and would then get a mud bath while Dez and Hobi got their bodies scrubbed. They were all meeting back up in the same tub when they were finished.

"So tell me more about you," Hoseok said, grabbing his flute of champagne and taking a sip, "How did little Dezzie grow up to be the ethereal Desaree who sits atop me?"

"There's not a lot to tell," Dez shrugged. "I grew up on a tiny farm in the countryside a little over an hour away. My parents still live there, hippie-ing it up."

"Did you have chickens?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Goats," she giggled, kissing his lips and stealing his flute to drink from it before handing it back.

"Goats?" his expressive face twisted in a question, "What are they like?"

"Kind of like you," Dez giggled again, kissing between his eyes to make him stop wrinkling his eyebrows, "They're funny," she kissed his cheek, "And cocky," she kissed his nose, "And cute," she kissed his jaw, "And very energetic," she finished with a kiss to his lips, letting it linger for a bit before pulling back.

"Okay," he grinned, "So cut-off shorts, pigtails, flannel shirts, prepping yourself to fall in love with me by having a hundred four-legged Hobis around you every day. I like this so far. What else?"

"It was barely two dozen," Dez laughed, "But besides that....hmmm...I went to a small private school, paid for by my great-grandmother. I was a cheerleader all through middle and high school, and even went to finishing school under her directive."

"Wait wait wait," Hobi held a finger up to pause her narrative, "Did you have one of those plaid skirt uniform situations?"

Dez laughed, "No, pervert, we just dressed in regular clothes. Technically we were supposed to dress more conservative than regular schools....but I kind of hung out with the bad kids' club."

"But you were a cheerleader?"

"I was. And an honor roll student."

"But also a bad girl? And also a debutante?"

"I never did the whole cotillion thing," Dez scrunched her nose, "I didn't 'debut' so I wasn't technically a debutante. But I did the training, learning grace and poise and speaking in front of crowds, and I used that to become a better cheerleader because I loved it."

"Do you still have your cheerleading outfit?" Hobi wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"I do!" Dez laughed. "It's a bit tighter and shorter than it used to be, but I wore it out for Halloween last year with Ella."

"Bad girl cheerleader," he nipped at her neck, humming against her skin, "Brainiac. Boss. Babygirl, you got it all." He ground up into her core, making her gasp, "I should be putting a fucking ring on your finger rather than just getting your nails done. You're fucking perfect."

Dez laughed again, "Easy, tiger. I'm hardly perfect," she shuddered as he growled at her words and ground into her again, "Mmm...I'm also loud, weird, have no filter, cuss too much, and can't hold my liquor...mmm..." she was starting to breathe heavy as Hobi kept his hips moving against her, "You're making it hard to concentrate on the conversation."

"I can't help it," he grinned, kissing her again, "You just kept listing more things that make you perfect and I couldn't control myself."

"You're a very smooth talker," Dez chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck.