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Hoseok Royally Messes Up

A/N: Hey, guys!  It's taken forever but finally, FINALLY I have completed my next story (Jimin)!  The cover is up now along with the blurb, title ("The Escort") and intro.  I'm pretty nervous about it because it tackles topics I've never specifically dealt with before (I always say that lol). 

Anyway, if you like this one I'm pretty sure you will like that one too. :)

Y/N had known how steady Hoseok's sex life was before they were together but now that she was the one satisfying him....it was a lot. She enjoyed it, initiated it even, but there were still times when Hoseok was rarin' and she was not. He never forced her but there was that still small part of her that told her she was failing if she wasn't always available.

This time though, it was the location that was bothering her. Hoseok had her back pressed up against the glass in the practice room, his lips sucking every inch of her neck, his fingers working their way under the waistband of her leggings.

"Hobi..." She moaned. It felt good. But they shouldn't do this here. "Hobi, we should go to your place...."

"Mmmmm, I'll clean up after." He wasn't going to let a little thing like location keep him from her.

"Hobi...oh god...." He had her where he wanted her, hips pressing up into his hand as he gently stroked her most sensitive area.

"Yes, love?" It excited him that he could do this to her. She gripped his bicep and let her head fall back, just feeling him.

"Don't stop...." Fuck it, as long as he did the clean up afterwards she wanted this.

"You like this?" He hummed. She moaned again. "Do you?" He pressed, wanting to hear words.

"Y-yes, god...." Her head came forward and she rested it against his shoulder as he paused for a second to grind into her, rewarding himself with a lustful gasp.  And Hoseok forgot who and what they were for one second, so focused was he on chasing their pleasure.

"You want this, my little whore? You want me to spread you wide and fuck you like the cock-slut you are?" Y/N had gotten used to Hoseok's dirty talk. She'd found she'd even enjoyed it. But one thing he hadn't done up to this point was expose her to the degrading aspect of it. He'd been meaning to bring it up and ask her how she felt about it...but in the moment, he slipped and lost the control he'd been maintaining around her, he went too far into his own head.

Y/N instantly froze, eyes snapping open, chills of horror and terror ran down her spine. It couldn't be...no...no, no, no....her breathing was heavy, but now it was from fear, not lust. She'd done it again. She'd fucking done it again....

"Get off me." Her voice was shaky, quiet at first. But when Hoseok didn't hear she brought her hands up to his chest and her knee to his outer hip and shoved. "Get off me!" He stumbled back and almost tripped over himself, catching his balance just in time. His hair was messy, lips swollen, and he looked incredibly confused.

"What the fuck...." He stopped when he saw Y/N, hand out, her eyes wide with terror, slowly backing away from him.

"Don't come near me."

"Y/N...." He took a step forward, just wanting to pull her to him and figure out what was wrong.

"I SAID DON'T COME NEAR ME!" She screamed at him, hand out as she scrambled towards her bag, eyes wide like an animal being stalked.

"Y/N, what's going on?" He didn't move, his voice soft and soothing.

"You too." Tears filled her eyes as she threw her bag over her shoulder and took a step backwards towards the door.

"Me too, what?" She bit her lip and shook her head. Stupid. She was so stupid. She felt like an avalanche of emotions were ripping through her heart. She didn't get to love. It just made her prey. Prey for them.

"I'm not doing this again."

"What aren't you doing again? Y/N, please talk to me, love. I don't know what's going on." Hoseok had his hands out but didn't step forward, he was trying to figure out what had suddenly happened. She shook her head again, blocking his words from her mind. A trick. Just a trick to make her think that she was crazy, that she was the problem. Always the problem. She wasn't going to do this again. She wasn't going to play the game this time.

"You don't get to have sex with me and then treat me like I'm dirty. You don't get to defile me and then treat me like a slut." And then everything clicked in Hoseok's mind. It was his turn to feel cold.

"No, Y/N it's not like that. Let me explain, love." Stupid, so stupid. He should've thought about that, he should've talked to her. He should've known what using words like that on her would do. He shouldn't have just sprung them on her at her most vulnerable.

Because he knew she was vulnerable. She was open to him, she gave him access to every bit of herself. It was a big deal to her and he treasured it, he treasured that trust. But he had foolishly not shown her that and his stupidity had completely shattered it.

"No." She said, her voice hardening and her face taking on a look he'd never seen on her before. It was cold. It was dead. And it scared him. "No, you don't get to talk. You don't get to convince me I'm crazy. I'm not, I'm not crazy. I'm not a stupid, little girl anymore." She curled her fingers into a fist and looked at the ground. "I'm not taking this." And before Hoseok could say anything else she was gone.

"Y/N!" He dashed to the door after her but she was smaller and fast, even with her bag. Hoseok felt panic in his chest as he ran out of the building, eyes darting everywhere. But she was gone. He felt tears burning in his eyes as he frantically pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number. It just kept ringing. No. No, no, no...He dialed another number.
"Hello?"

"Hyung, hyung....I fucked up...I fucked up so bad. I hurt her, I really fucked up, I really fucked up...." His breathing got shallower and quicker as the realization that he just might've lost her washed over him.

"Hobi, take deep breaths. What happened?"

Hoseok wasn't fully coherent over the phone but Yoongi managed to convince him to stay where he was and tried dialing Y/N on the way. No answer.

When he got to the campus Hoseok was sitting on the sidewalk, head in his hands, his shoulders shaking. Yoongi got out and walked over to him, resting his hand on his shoulder.

"We can't fix this with you sitting here. Let's go find her." He said softly.

They tried her favorite places on campus, her apartment, called the others to see if she had maybe run to one of them. And nothing. Hoseok looked sick.

Yoongi said nothing. He knew Hoseok had messed up. But he also knew it hadn't been malicious. He just hoped that Y/N would be able to reason enough to see that. That she would eventually calm down and realize her boyfriend was just an idiot. A great, big, lovable idiot. All they could do was wait.