hi! so my small break is over now and i'm feeling so much better. a huge thank you to everyone that wished me well in the comments, your love helped me get better 😌 anyway, updates will be going back to normal next week but i decided to publish a little earlier for this week as a thank you and a reminder that i love y'all so much. i hope that you're all feeling your best and that you are having a great day/night. - shania 💕💕
GRADUATION GIFT
- in which hoseok believes that it's time for the two of you to go public and chooses your graduation as the best place to make that happen; requested by ruthyyall
"Hey," a light voice whispers, your head lifting itself up ever so slightly at the familiarity of it, the corner of your lips twitching upwards. "Do you have any smaller sizes of this?"
Clearing your throat, you grab the shirt from the man's hold, looking it up and down before politely offering him a shake of your head. "I'm sorry, sir, this is the only size we have on the floor. I can go and check in the back if you'd like?"
"Yes, that'd be lovely," he replies, following behind you as you lead him to the back room, the both of you secretly glancing over your shoulders for anyone that could be watching the two of you. When all seems to be clear, you push the door open and slam it shut just as the man following you runs through it, grinning excitedly as you look through the small squares of glass to see everything running smoothly in the store.
Turning to greet the man, you let out a gasp when you're pushed up against the wall, the man's warm lips greeting your own instead, his hands resting casually on your hips. Sighing, you lean into the kiss, pushing yourself up onto the tips of your toes, smiling when he presses himself into your chest.
"Hello to you, too," you hum, pulling away with a dazed smile. The man—now rid of his face mask, sunglasses and hood—smiles brightly at you, his heart shaped grin rendering you more breathless than the kiss did. His honey brown hair hangs over his forehead, tickling yours as you sigh in contentment, hooking your arms over his shoulders.
"Shall we get out of here?" He proposes—his voice as clear as a ray of piercing sunlight as his eyes glisten with a mischievousness and playfulness that you know all too well. You glance over his shoulder at the clock on the wall and nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek as the minutes finally tick over to the end of your shift. Giggling in relief, he slips the mask back over his face and quickly wears the rest of his accessories before slipping his hand into yours and leading you to the back entrance of the shop.
He carefully opens the door and sticks his head out, surveying the alleyway outside before humming in approval and opening it wider, closing it behind the two of you once you step out into the fresh air, an easygoing smile brightening up your features. Tucking you into his side, he walks you down a series of alleyways and towards a familiar looking building, the outside practically surrounded by security.
With a single nod of his head, the guards let the two of you slip past, their eyes cautious as they survey the area for cameras or fans.
"So, Hoseokie, what are we doing today?" You croon, pressing the button to summon the elevator as he hums in mock thought, taking off all his accessories to shove them into the pocket of his jacket.
Jung Hoseok: rapper, vocalist and main dancer of BTS; the band that's taking over the world. With millions of fans dedicating their undying love for the idol, it's almost impossible to find a single flaw on him. However, despite the fame and money, Hoseok is known to be a very down to earth person who truly wants to bring a smile to everyone's faces, no matter how close he is with them. In fact, he's one of the only members that is still in contact with old friends from high school.
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