《My 7 Hybrids & Me / BTS hybrid AU》♤♡♢♧ Hope's Day ♧♢♡♤
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Warning : Things get heated in this chapter... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
A few months later, with the help of Yuki , Namjoon and Yoongi you were able to help the Professor to quit the country and I promised her to take care of Jungkook. Now the boy was a part of our big family.
We are now in February , looking at the calendar I realized that Hoseok Birthday was today and I ask the boys to help prepare a party for him . The Maknaes line had for mission to took him at the cafe and distract him while the rest of the Hyung line and me prepare everything.
At first everything was fine, with Jin we made the cake and the rest of the meals which consists of all Hobi's favorite. I had to go grocery shopping to bought a lot of Sprite.
Then with Namjoon we decorated the living room with balloon and colorful banners, well he trip a few times and almost destroy everything but fortunately it didn't happened.
With Yoongi we choose different song to play as we're planning a birthday party so a good Playlist is a must . We search the best song to party all night. Then we look up for some cocktail recipe as we really want to have a club ambiance as we can't go there because it's forbidden to hybrids.
We still have some things to do so I hope we have a little more time-
*Bzzt Bzzt*
I took out my phone and saw that Jimin was calling.
" Allo ? What's going on ? "
" Hoseok is bored and wanted to go back home ! "
" We don't have everything finished, Hum... Could you guys get him and for you some party clothes at the underground mall? This could buy us some time. "
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" Roger that ! "
And he hang-up, I sighed and pass a hand in my hair . Looking around I saw that everything was ready and relax a little. I told the guys to get ready and get changed in my room changing into a white top and black skirt :
We were all downstairs and Jimin , Taehyung and Jungkook burst through the front door and the bunny quickly close it with the keys before throwing them by the window for Hoseok to catch. And I think that it hit him on the head because I heard him curse loudly.
Namjoon dim the light and we all went hidding. A few seconds later, the door opened and he switch the light on . We all jump out of our hiding spot.
" SURPRISE ! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOSEOK ! "
He jump of shock and hold his heart.
" WOAH ! You scared me by popping out of nowhere ! Oh my hearteu , my poor hearteu... "
We laugh at the sun antics and start to party hard . Music blasting in the whole house , glass filled with alcohol in some hands, devouring the buffet ( mostly Jin ) , dancing and fooling around...
I go into the garden to take a breath and thinking. It wasn't long before someone join me too.
" Hey Hobi , enjoying the party ? "
" Yep, Thank you for planning this for me . "
A silence fall between us , but it wasn't a awkward silence , it was a pleasant one . We were looking at the sky, the moon was high and clear we could even see the stars . Glancing at Hoseok, I was left shocked about how stunning he looks right now . Still looking at the sky, the faint light of the moon glow on his skin, making his features even more handsome.
I would be lying if I say that for a few weeks now I didn't feel attracted to the boys, they were nice , caring, kind and always with me . At first I just thought of us as a bunch of friends or family but now... I start to see them differently. Hoseok notice me looking at me as he spoke.
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" What it is angel ? I have something on my face or am I too handsome~ ? "
" Don't get too confident birthday boy. "
" Speaking of Birthday, does I have a gift ?. "
" Hum... I didn't really plan this but you can ask anything you want, I will do my best to comply with your request. "
" Anything ? " He asked with a mysterious glow in his eyes with a pinch of interest behind them . I feel a chill running on my spine but nodded anyway. His body was now facing mine as he held a hand on my chin .
" Then I want you. "
We reduced the proximity between us and I could feel his breath on my lips, soon enough we meet each other and our mouth dance perfectly together, he licked my bottom lip asking for entrance and I gladly allow him . Our tongue were fighting for dominance and he won , exploring my wet cave . His sence was filling my nostrils and my lungs, it was so intoxicating and was craving for more. After a moment we part away with a string of saliva connecting us and panting heavily.
" This is the best gift I ever get . "
Lmao we're not finished allow to feed you with nice J-Hope pic and gif :)
^ I might be weird but I found him beautiful on this pic .
You're welcome :)
And most importantly :
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