,,Yoongi-hyung, can I sit on your lap?" He sang with his typical innocent voice. What do I do? Say no? *smut warning* *I don't own any of the pictures, that were in this story.* *main storyline is completed*

In which Hoseok texts a wrong number "Everyone talks about the tragic beauty of blue and green eyes but what about the brown ones which warm you up like hot cocoa on a cold winter night?" Kim Y/N drunk dials Jung Hoseok, the member of the famous boy band BTS, thinking that it was her best friend. But, Y/N is opposite to the lively Hoseok. Much like the identity he conceals each time, much like the shadow of the sun. A Jung Hoseok Textfiction. Best Rankings: #1 in fanfiction #1 in bts #1 in btsfanfic #1 in jhope #1 in chatting #1 in btssuga #9 in romance #1 in unknown

"Let's get married" he said as he sat with Expressionless face on the floor. "What?! Hell no, I'll never marry you" I retaliated "Ohh, you will and I'll make sure of that" he said as he got up. In which it all started with a random hookup.