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Hoseok groaned as he stroked his length, it getting harder by the second. His moans filled the dark room, and he could only imagine what her moans would sound like.

He started going slower, his hands getting lazier and looser. Just as he was about to finish, the door opened, and light filled the room.

Hoseok's eyes grew wide as he glanced over to the door, just to see a small girl standing at the door. Her purse dropped and her eyes grew wide.

"I-I-" She stuttered, and she started walking backwards. "I sh-should probably l-leave you alone.."

In a leap of faith, Hoseok grabbed her wrist. He was now breathing heavily and his voice was shaky and raspy.

"S-Stay." He stared up at her and she smirked, taking off her sweatshirt, revealing a plain white t shirt that stuck to her body like a second skin, not unlike her skinny jeans.

"Hm? Does Hobi want me to stay?" She crawled up on the bed so she was now hovering on top of him, his tip grazing her jeans. He nodded vigorously as she chuckled, running one of her hands down his abs, down to the line where his boxers would normally start.

She leaned in and kissed him passionately, making her way down his jawline to his neck, leaving dark purple marks as she went down to his collarbone, causing staggered moans to escape his lips.

She smiled against his skin and licked up his abs, moving her hand down his muscular thigh, completely missing his member. Hoseok brought her face up to his with his index finger and thumb before grabbing her wrist tightly and moving her hand to his cock.

He squeaked a bit, making her smirk even more.

"you're so whipped for me, baby boy..." Hoseok nodded and kissed her more, managing to wiggle her out of her jeans.

Her underwear was soaking wet as he reached down to it, pulling it down. He grazed her heat with his finger tips before she moaned out his name.

"H-Hoseok.."

He shot up in his bed.

"Yah, Hoseok, get the fuck up, we have shit to do." Y/N was standing at the foot of his bed, looking at her phone. Hobi sighed and composed himself, walking to his bathroom, but not before flicking Y/N on the forehead.

She sighed as she made her way towards the door, lacing on her black timbs in the process.

"So, Y/N, what are we doing today?" She looked up at him, fully dressed before her. She blinked a couple times out of awe before repeating a text she had read this morning.

"My uncle wants us to learn a parter dance together as an announcement of our relationship." He nodded and grabbed the car keys, walking slowly out the door as he whistled. Immediately, he was greeted with a flash, and he smiled brightly, turning to Y/N.

"Babe, let's go, alright? I just want to get to our date before we're interrupted." Y/N understood and got into the car, but not before kissing Hobi on the cheek. Actors, am I right?

or are they ?

Thoughts raced through Hoseok's head as he drove the same route to the studio he did every day. At some points, his dream even came to mind. Why would he dream something that crude? Why would he even think of tarnishing his pure little Y/N?

He sighed at that thought.

In reality, he knew she wasn't pure. He knew she had thoughts just like everyone else, he knew that she herself had done something with Baek that had caused those purple marks on her neck. He knew all of things and yet,

he didn't know want to believe them. He repressed them in the darkest crevices of his psyche and focused on what he thought she was. Perfect.

So he drove. He drove past the studio.

He turned on the radio, and Dean blasted through the speakers. He drowned out Y/N's exasperated remarks, and he drove.

He was about ready to drive to the end of the world, when, he stopped.

He had stopped at a little breakfast café, just a small shop out in a beach town.

Normally, said town would be chock full of angry, rich tourists, but they were there in the dead of winter. The icy water lapped the beach and allowed a sweet sulfuric smell most people identify as horrifyingly disgusting seaweed.

He turned off the car and stepped out, opening Y/N's door for her.

"Come on. Just trust me." Y/N grabbed his hand un surely and followed him into the homey diner-esq restaurant. He got a table for two and sat down in front of her on the opposite side of the red booth they had picked out. The place was completely empty.

"So why are we here?" Her voice had let go of all strain, and she seemed a bit at peace, her messy bun falling apart more and more by the minute.

"We are here so you can get to know me better. So you can just coexist with me, without acting." She nodded and pondered this, looking out the window at the retro architecture.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" She focused in on a tree, and he could tell she didn't want to talk about it either.

"If i didnt, we wouldn't be here. I just don't want you to hate me anymore, Y/N."

At this she turned around and faced him, her face holding the faintest glint of pain.

"I don't hate you. I needed time. And now I assume that time has come to an end. I just need to get used to you guys, that's all." He nodded and called a waiter over to take their orders.

And there, in that small booth, they chatted like old best friends. No filters, no problems, just serenity.

Their friendship was being repaired, and maybe, just maybe, something else was too.

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