#HopeKookAU Where HS finds heart candies in his pockets for a week before finally catching the culprit in the act.
"H-hyung! You're ah... home? W-welcome home!" JK whispers, socked feet crossing anxiously as he looks anywhere but at HS in the doorway.
"Hey JK-ah... Just realized when I stepped out it was a bit cold. Came back for my jacket..."
"Ah! O-of course! This one, right?" JK thrusts the jean jacket he was holding towards the elder.
HS levels a look at him while smiling softly. "What were you doing with Hyung's jacket, JK-ah?"
"Um... I was... just... bringing it to you? S'cold?"
Humming, HS steps closer and wraps his fingers around JK's wrist, tugging him to his chest. Whispering softly into his ear as he wraps his arms around the younger, he says "So you're /not/ the little bunny leaving sweets in my pockets this week?"
He can feel as JK squirms in his grasp, trying to wiggle away.
"N-no! S'not me Hyung, I-I just"
"Hush bun, Hyung isn't mad. Was actually gonna ask you if the messages on them were important, or if you were just giving me sugar for the day."
Pulling back, he looks at JK's face. It's flushed, pulse thrumming visibly at his neck.
"A-ah... um... well... Just sweets?" JK's voice warbles.
"Well that's disappointing... but thank you very much bun. I love them, especially the white ones!" HS replies as he pulls away.
He slips his jacket on and turns to leave, hand on the knob, when he feels a tug at his hem.
"Hyung?"
"Yes bun?" He turns back around with a gentle grin.
"You... Would you be disappointed if I... If I wanted the messages to mean something?"
Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulls out a little mesh bag and shakes out the contents. Little candy hearts, uneaten, fall into his palm.
"Well, let's see here" he flips them to read the messages individually.
"Be Mine"
"Love me"
"Super cool"
"Cute"
"Miss you"
"And my personal favourite, 'Sweetheart'... What's today's I wonder?" His smile grows when he reaches into the jacket pocket and pulls out the new heart.
JK, meanwhile, is stuck between not wanting to face rejection if he doesn't like today's message and wanting to see the reaction if he does. The former ends up winning as he picks at lint on his sweater as he glances down.
"Oh JK-ah..." HS whispers, stepping closer.
"I-it's okay Hyung, you don't have... you don't have to, it was a silly candy I didn't..."
He gasps, cut off by a finger tilting his chin upwards. His heart is pounding as HS's heart-shaped lips draw closer and closer.
"Don't tell me you didn't mean it, bun... Did you mean it?"
Hesitatingly, JK nods and gulps at their proximity. He can taste HS's breath if he concentrates and it's dizzying.
The next second, their lips meet in a soft, sweet kiss. HS pulls back and smiles sweetly.
Then he presses the candy first to his lips, then to JK's.
"Now open up JK-ah, I won't be eating these by myself. I'd like to eat them with my Valentine."
"Hyung!" JK's eyes widen "Y-you mean it?"
HS laughs, pressing today's candy onto his own tongue and sticking it out.
"Only if you kith me, my Valentine"
JK leaps forward, crashing their lips and tongues together with ferocity, hands snaking into HS's hair. HS grunts, tripping backwards into the door before grasping the younger tightly, pushing the candy into his mouth.
THE END.
🦝I needed some sweetness today. :)
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Warnings: post-military, group sex, public sex, drunk sex, (dubcon arguably? The con is there🥺)
Late night thoughts of JK coming home from the military and hitting up his friends to party. Tells them he wants to "let fucking go" and to "bring friends, the more the merrier idc"
And that's how you find the boys in a circle in a room lit with disco flashing and LED lights, smelling of booze just feet from the bar...
Going from wrestling to see who's still stronger, with JK coming out on top and pinning his Hyungs to the ground...
... TO him yanking pants down to stuff whatever hole is closest, to fuck into oblivion, head thrown back, tattoo'd arms gripping hips and shoulders and hair, not minding the others in the circle with dicks out, jacking off to the sight OR the possibility of cameras snapping away.
JK didn’t like lifting weights, when he went to the gym. He preferred calisthenics style, using his own body to challenge himself. When, inevitably, his strength outweighed what was necessary for the workout, he just did it longer. Gained endurance.
🦝 A/N: This will be posted in pieces throughout the next 24 hours.
As a fun little game, the wolves' identities are hidden in the moodboard until they are revealed in the story. Once revealed, that wolf's portrait will clear up!
A reminder that I have 3 prompts currently in the 'commissionable' tab of my Trello, as well as the option to add another update/scene to 'Awakening'! 💝
The lanyard around his neck retracted automatically after sliding the barcode against the door lock, verifying his authorization to enter. As many hopeful authors and writers were wont to do, YG had settled for an author-adjacent career after graduation.
#namkookau Where Alpha JK is on a late night high speed ride to flood his body with the adrenaline it's learned to crave, to treat his addiction and smother life's expectations of him, and comes upon Alpha NJ's tiny little hole in the wall Garage and Gas station.
Info:
Threadfic
Alpha JK x Alpha NJ
18+ // explicit
Kink warning: Cock slapping, degredation, possible impact play in other ways
May have missed something that will come up, but that should steer you in the right direction :)
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If you had told teen JK he would end up an adrenaline junkie, he might have believed you. He might have seen himself sky-diving, bungee-jumping, or swimming in an infinity pool 30 floors up. He surely saw himself addicted to tattoos, be damned with what society thought.