//im naming this fic "Shift"
#hopekookshiftau
also, fun poll

"Koo," Hoseok whispers, thumb rubbing circles into Jungkook's cheekbone. Jungkook blinks, coming out of his momentary stupor. "Congratulations on presenting as an alpha, baby. I know it's what you were looking forward to. I'm so happy for you."
Jungkook hums, reaching out and +

holding Hoseok's hand over his cheek. "Thanks for taking care of me, Hobi. Thanks for always just being here for me."
Hoseok giggles, reaching over and pulling a surprised Jungkook into his arms. Jungkook squeals as he's pushed into the hollow between Hoseok's neck and shoulder.

He holds his breath, hands digging into the cotton sheets at his sides. Hoseok's scent is intoxicating in ways that it has never been before.
It's hurting him to just hold himself back like this.

/It's hurting./

"Soohyuk would be so proud of you, Koo. He'd be so proud." Hoseok's voice cracks as he rubs his nose into the top of Jungkook's head, breath heavy and laced with sadness. Jungkook subconsciously reaches out and pulls him closer.

It hurts to think about papa, and to think about how papa isn't here to see his presentation. Jungkook knows just how proud he would've been if he was here.
And a flood of grief washes over him as he ponders over his loss. And it only intensifies when Hoseok sniffles into his+

hair, soft broken whimpers that tear at Jungkook's heartstrings and rip his very soul out. He pulls Hoseok as close as he physically can, nuzzling into his scent gland, mouthing the sensitive skin there, pressing gentle kisses in hopes of soothing Hoseok
The way he's seen papa do

And it is this thought that makes Jungkook stop in his actions.
/The way papa soothes Hobi./
/No./
/That's wrong./
Jungkook pulls back, heart pounding, head pounding harder.
/Oh God, no./
Hoseok pulls back, wiping his nose, smiling so fucking prettily.
And it overwhelms Jungkook.

It overwhelms Jungkook just how much he wants to reach out and kiss his stepfather.

Even though he's never felt this way before.
He's never felt this way for /anyone/ before.
And he's never felt this way for /Hoseok/ before.
"Koo," Hoseok whispers, wiping his tears with one hand and reaching out to hold Jungkook's hand with his other. "Koo, you're an alpha now."

Hoseok's thin fingers intertwine with Jungkook's own stubby ones, feeling warm and just /right/ and that's terrifying too.
"Koo, you're all grown up,"Hoseok is crying now, and Jungkook feels his own eyes stinging with tears."My little baby's all grown up"
"Hobi--" Jungkook croaks

//is it just me or is it suddenly so sad nuooo dont cwie hobi nyooo
;0;

"This is the last time, Koo," Hoseok sobs, pulling Jungkook's hand to his lips and peppering it with wet kisses. "This is the last time we'll be sleeping in the same bed."
Jungkook's heart stops.
"What--"
"You're a grown man now, Koo," Hoseok continues, whispering against +

Jungkook's palm. "You're a full grown alpha. You're not a little boy anymore. You shouldn't be sleeping in your omega father's bed." Hoseok chuckles softly. "It's weird."
Jungkook just looks at Hoseok from where he is, head bowed as he kisses Jungkook's hand.
"Oh," he chokes out.

"Yeah," Hoseok hums. "Go to sleep now. We can talk in the morning. Good night, baby."
"Okay," Jungkook whispers. "Good night, Hobi."
Hoseok smiles, closing his eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep. "Love you so much, bun."
Jungkook watches as Hoseok's breathing becomes even.

He watches Hoseok's eyes fluttering rhythmically in tune to his dreams, no doubt. Hoseok's mouth is parted, staccato breaths fanning leaving his slightly chapped, pink lips.
Hoseok is beautiful.
And for the first time since he's known Hoseok, Jungkook wished he wasn't.

Because maybe Jungkook's alpha is as unsettled as he is inly because Hoseok is such a pretty omega.
Maybe his alpha would be just as bothered in the face of any other omega. He's only just presented, he'll have to wait and see.
He sighs, lips pulling into a smile as he continues+

to watch Hoseok sleep, before he pulls the omega into his arms.
It's the last time, Jungkook reminds himself sadly. He's surprised Hoseok even indulged him this long, so he has no complaints.

He closes his eyes and allows himself to fall asleep, ignoring the voice in his head that screams "Mine".

//tw dub con/ non con kinda im not sure how to tag :-0

In hindsight, perhaps he shouldn't have let his guard down when he knew he felt the way he did.
Jungkook has a dreamless sleep, waking up to Hoseok's voice calling his name.
He groans, peeling his eyes open, only to be assaulted by Hoseok's scent.

He wonders if Hoseok's scent was as overpowering the previous night as it is now.
There's a low rumble that Jungkook takes a moment to realise is his own voice reverberating in the room. He swallows, eyes widening when he realises that he's salivating.

"Koo?"
Jungkkok blinks, finally looking down and taking in Hoseok's appearance.

And he nearly breaks.

Hoseok's skin is glowing with sweat, eyes round and wet, mouth open and panting--
And Jungkook suddenly realises that Hoseok is caged beneath his frame. Jungkook blinks as he looks down from where he's looming over Hoseok's slim frame, hands planted on his sides.

"Koo, what are you--" Hoseok pants, hands clutching at the sheets, face tilted to the side, exposing the column of his neck-- his scent gland.
And Jungkook bends down to mouth at the soft flesh, senses exploding at the first taste of vanilla. Hoseok gasps when Jungkook+

mouths against his scent gland, sucking at his flesh as if he's feasting on him.
"Oh God, Koo-- Please--" Hoseok pushes against Jungkook's chest. His hands are shaking with the effort to ward off an alpha who's much too intoxicated by his scent to even give an inch. Stop--"

Perhaps Jungkook would have stopped if he hadn't reached to hold Hoseok's hips, hands rubbing down his sides, going around his slim frame and stilling when he feels the slight wet patch on Hoseok's sweatpants.
"Fuck," Jungkook growls. He yanks Hoseok's sweats off in one smooth+

motion, pushing his entire frame onto his side as he looks down at the slick gushing out of his pink, puckered hole. Jungkook's breath catches as he takes in the sight.
"Fuck, Hobi," he whispers, hands coming down to cup Hoseok's asscheeks. "You're beautiful everywhere."

He watches in fascination at the slick that drips out of Hoseok's rim, a viscous fluid that he gathers in his fingers before he brings them to his lips. It tastes fucking sweet. Jungkook groans as he wipes his fingers clean, before he brings his hand down and thumbs at Hoseok's +

hole. It flutters when he presses against it. Far beautiful than anything he's ever seen before.
It's his first time seeing a naked omega's body, outside of porm. And God, if he isn't absolutely enchanted.
"So pretty," he whispers, slowly pushing his thumb against the +

ring of muscle, watching in fascination how it stretches as the tip pushes in. "So pretty, Hobi--"

"No, please don't!"
Jungkook stills, mind suddenly clearing as he registers that Hoseok is sobbing beneath him. His chest twists and he feels a chill rush over him as everything falls into place, and he realises what he was just about to do.
"Oh God," he chokes out on a whisper.

"Oh, God, no, I'm-- I'm so sorry, Hobi." He pulls back as if he's been scorched. "Oh God."
Hoseok doesn't turn around, instead pushing his head further into the pillow and smothering his sobs. Jungkook watches in shock as he finally realises the mistake he's made.

"Hobi," Jungkook whispers, reaching out with shaking hands.
"No!" Hoseok screams when Jungkook touches his shoulders, body wracking violently as he furrows into himself. "Please, no!"
Hoseok is shaking as he crawls into a ball, loud muffled sobs echoing off the walls.

Jungkook's hand floats mid-air between them, twitching with the need to touch Hoseok's skin, to make sure he's okay.
But he's /not/-- he's /not/ okay.
Because Jungkook fucking hurt him-- he forced himself on his own stepfather, he almost took him then and there against his will.

Jungkook is devastated.
He can't believe he did this to Hoseok, he can't believe he did this to the person he holds closest in the whole world.
"Fuck," Jungkook's voice is defeated as he slowly rises up to sit at the foot of the bed, legs dangling off the ground as his hands +

curl into the soft cotton under his fingers. He screwed up. He screwed up big time.
And he sits there, head hanging low, hands wrenched into the soft white fabric, threatening to rip at any moment.
And he almost laughs when he looks down and sees the bulge in his pants.

How fucked up is he to spring a boner from assaulting his only remaining family. So fucked up.
Everything is so wrong.
He bends over, head in his hands, fingers digging into his scalp, pulling at his hair.
"Koo, please," Hoseok's voice is barely a whisper. But it +

echoes through Jungkook's entire being. "Please leave. Please, just-- I need some time to collect myself. Please--"
Jungkook whips his head around, so fast he winces. "Hobi, I'm so sorry--"
"No," Hoseok's head is still pressed into the pillow, his voice barely audible. "Koo, +

I can /smell/ you."
Jungkook frowns. He knows that he has a scent now. He has a scent from the moment he presented, a scent of jasmine that is calming even to himself.
"Hobi--"
"Koo, you're aroused," Hoseok's voice breaks as he continues. "Your alpha is aroused by my omega."

Oh.
That's what Hoseok meant by saying that he could smell him.
He could smell his arousal-- his pathetic, twisted arousal.
"I-- Hobi, I'm so fucking sorry," Jungkook reaches out to comfort Hoseok, but the omega all but screams.
"Please, just leave, Koo! Just leave."

Jungkook swallows, pulling back. He gets off the bed, and stands, looking down at his feet.
"Hobi, I'm so sorry," he speaks gently, hoping that Hoseok can hear the raw regret that rips at his very soul. "I never meant to do what I did-- I don't even know what came over me!+

I just opened my eyes and suddenly you were just-- That doesn't even excuse anything! I'm so fucking sorry. I would--" Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat. "Just know that I would never hurt you of my own volition. You are the most important thing in the world to me, Hobi.+

I love you so much." Jungkook's voice breaks on a dry sob, as he clenches his teeth and takes a sharp inale.
"I'll never forgive myself for this--"
"Koo, just-- just give me some time," Hoseok speaks, his voice a lot calmer than a few moments ago. "Just leave for a little while."

Jungkook nods, even though he knows Hoseok isn't looking at him. He turns around and walks towards the door. He stalls at the the doorway, looking over his back at the omega who refuses to show him his face. Jungkook gulps down his tears, turning around and walking away.

His feet are heavy as lead, as they take him to his room, nearly giving out as he approaches his bed. He falls face first into his pillow, chuckling humorlessly as he recalls the events that had just passed.
"Fuck," Jungkook murmurs, biting viciously into his lower lip.

He cannot get the thought of Hoseok out of his mind.
Hoseok and his sweet enticing scent, alluring Jungkook like a predator to his prey.
Hoseok with his tan, flushed skin, glimmering with beads of sweat-- fuck, Jungkook is going crazy just thinking about the omega.

He slowly slips his hand towards his sweatpants, stretching the elastic before he moves it inside. wrapping around his pathetic semi. He chuckles as he accepts his depraved mindset, his retinas displaying pictures of a familiar omega sprawled before him, ass up, slick dripping +

down his supple thighs. Jungkook hisses as he wraps his fists around his cock, heart racing fast, mind thudding almost painfully as he comes to terms with how what he's doing is so fucking twisted-- so fucking wrong.
"God," he laughs, feeling tears spring from his eyes.

It doesn't take long for him to come, pumping his erection till it weeps profusely. It doesn't take long for his knot to flare, pushing against his hands, throbbing in place.
"Fuck," he hisses, as his come gushes out in thick splurts, staining his clothed chest and his sheets.

And once his knot finally deflates, his cock softening till it lays soft against his stomach, twitching ever so slightly from the aftermath--
Only then does he bite into his pillow, muffling his scerams as he allows his floodgates to break open, and wash out his pain.

He wishes he never presented as an alpha.
If he wasn't an alpha, he wouldn't have done those things to Hoseok.
If he wasn't an alpha, he wouldn't have masturbated to the thought of Hoseok taking his first knot-- God, he'd wanted Hoseok to take his first knot.

He'd promised himself when papa passed that he would protect Hoseok, that he would make sure that Hoseok is happy.
And now, Hoseok is crying.
Hoseok is hurting.
Because of Jungkook.
Hoseok is hurting because Jungkook is an alpha and he is an omega. it.

And there's nothing they can do about it.

*********

It's a few hours before Jungkook hears Hoseok knock on his door. he springs up, wiping his eyes till they're dry. He all but jumps out of bed, dashing towards the door. He flings it open, heart in his throat, absolutely terrified of Hoseok's expression.
"Hobi--"

His heart shatters into a dozen pieces when he sees Hoseok standing before him.

Smiling that same gentle smile as always.

Looking at him with the same old love.

But just a tinge of fear.

"Come on, Koo," Hoseok's voice is light and airy, and Jungkook just knows that he's putting in extra effort to sound as light hearted as he does. "Let's have dinner."
He turns around and walks towards the kitchen, Jungkook scurrying behind him.
Hoseok hums softly as he walks +

to the dining table, beckoning for Jungkook to join him. Jungkook sighs as he takes his place. He looks to his right, that used to be papa's seat. He looks down, blinking to clear his eyes. He will not think of papa now, he will not cry.

He will not think about how he forced himself on papa's mate.

Jungkook picks up his fork and pulls his plate towards himself. He smiles when he sees that it's his favourite, bulgogi with fried rice-- Hoseok only makes it for special occasions. He gulps the sudden lump in his throat.
Oh.
The special occasion is his presenting.

His cursed presenting that has ruined everything.
"Koo, we need to talk," Hoseok's voice is gentle, and Jungkook looks up to see that he's watching him with so much adoration in his eyes. "We need to talk about what happened."

Jungkook nods, stabbing at the meat on his plate, his appetite disappearing almost instantly.
"Yeah," he whispers, focused on the line where his fork cuts into the meat. He refuses to need Hoseok's eyes. "We do."
Hoseok sighs, slumping back in his seat, hands coming up to +

card through his hair.
"It's my fault," he whispers. And that has Jungkook springing his head up, jaw dropping open.
"No, it clearly wasn't--"
"It's my fault, Koo, because I didn't give you enough suppressants. It was too little, your alpha wasn't contained properly.

//Tiny thank you to everyone who's reading.
This is so much fun to write
I lobe hopekook so much.
But I love YOUUUUU moreeee

"Hobi, no," Jungkook whispers. "Nothing will ever excuse the way I treated. Absolutely nothing will get me to forgive myself for hurtibg you--"
"Koo," Hoseok's voice is tired. "It's okay, I truly forgive you. It was just the aftermath of your rut. You didn't mean it."

Jungkook nods vehemently.
Never, he would never hurt Hoseok in purpose.
Hoseok reaches over and holds jungkook's hand over his fork.
Jungkook swallows harshly, pretending that there is no spark suddenly burning though his veins from Hoseok's touch.

//sorry for the typos
my thumbs are fat

"Don't beat yourself up over it, bun," Hoseok smiles tenderly, the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles into Jungkook's skin. "We'll both be responsible and make sure it never happens again, okay?"
Jungkook nods, whispering hoarsely, "Yeah, okay."

Hoseok pulls back, smile still intact on his pretty face. He picks up his chopsticks and starts to dig in. Jungkook watches him eat, eyes wide and glazed distractedly.
Hoseok is so pretty.
He's always been pretty, but his beauty is somehow magnified since Jungkook has presented+

as an alphas
He gulps, picking up his fork and stabbing it into the meat. He bites into the tender mind and chews absentmindedly. His eyes are on Hoseok.
Hoseok is wearing a loose gray l-shirt that falls off his shoulders. Jungkook swallows, the meat is not as tender as it looks

With every bite Hoseok takes, he bends over the table, just the smallest amount. The collar of his t-shirt slipping off temporarily and exposing the smooth expanse of his neck, and his sharp delectable collarbones.
Jungkook swallows harshly. He never wants to eat bulgogi again.

Out of nowhere, Hoseok makes a small humming noise, hands coming up to his cheeks as his eyes close and he moans in bliss.
"Delicious," he moans with his mouth full.
Jungkook smiles. It should be funny, it should be endearing-- it /is/ endearing, Hoseok is always endearing.

But he is an alpha now. And Hoseok is an omega, that he is unfortunately attracted to at the most primal level.
And to him, since the moment he's presented, Hoseok's every move has been nothing short of enticing.
Hoseok's features are sensual and alluring, his sounds hypnotising.

Hoseok has always been pretty to Jungkook.
But to his alpha--
Hoseok is an omega.
And he is sinfully /erotic/.

"Don't you like the food, Koo?" Hoseok looks at him, mouth pulled down in concern. "Want me to fix it up or something?"
Jungkook blinks, trying to focus on what Hoseok is saying, trying to focus on their meal. He needs to be careful. He cannot lose control like he did before.

And he cannot get aroused, because Hoseok can smell his scent.
And he doesn't want to hurt Hoseok's feelings any further.
"It's delicious," he says, wolfing down the rice like he hasn't had a meal in decades. "Absolutely delicious."
Hoseok chuckles, cheeks pulling up, eyes +

squinting shut, before he goes back to his meal. He hums a soft "Glad you like it." and Jungkook is happy to make Hoseok happy.
Jungkook is happy to pretend like the food he's eating doesn't taste like paper on his tongue.

Jungkook is happy to pretend that he cannot smell Hoseok, that he isn't dying to reach out and yank him across the table.
Jungkook is happy to pretend like he doesn't notice the red blotch on Hoseok's scent gland, blaring at him, accusing him for bruising his skin.

No, Jungkook is absolutely elated.
(He's dying.)

Dinner is a miserable affair.
Although, Jungkook would like to believe that he's a wonderful actor, pretending like everything is okay, pretending like it's just another day. Hoseok doesn't speak much, just eating, smiling prettily, looking over at Jungkook with unfair tenderness

Once they've finished and cleared the table, they move on to the couch. Everything's still the same, they're still going to watch the daily soap together.
But for the first time, Jungkook doesn't drape himself over Hoseok-- he doesn't lap his head on Hoseok's lap.

It's not like he sits a mile away, but he still manages a respectable distance. There's a few inches between them.
/But to Jungkook at least, it manages to feel like they're oceans apart./

They're both watching the tv, Jungkook glances over at Hoseok out of the corner of his eyes. His side profile is washed in the bright colours reflected from the screen, painting him in an ethereal glow.
And it's attractive.
And unfair.
And it fucking hurts.

Hoseok's face is scrunched up as he gives all his attention to what's happening on the screen. Jungkook smiles softly, as a familiar warmth spreads across his chest as he lets himself inch closer to the omega. This is his place of comfort, Hoseok is his sanctuary.

But suddenly, the lights painting Hoseok's face disappear, along with the sounds that play on in their empty living room.
And Hoseok turns around to face Jungkook's glance. Jungkook's eyes widen as he takes in the shocking coldness in Hoseok's glare.

"Koo, I--" Hoseok takes a deep breath. "I don't think you understand what's happening to you"
Jugkook blinks in confusion. And also panic. "What do you mean, Hobi? What is it that I don't understand?"
Hoseok sighs, and he slowly pulls himself back to the opposite end of the couch

"Koo," Hoseok sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "You're an alpha."
"Uh," Jungkook pretends that Hoseok blatantly keeping a distance between them doesn't hurt his feelings. "Yeah, I know that."
"No, Koo, you don't understand the implications."

Jungkook frowns. "Then, tell me. What are the implications?"
Hoseok frowns, breathing out a heavy sigh. "You're an alpha. And I'm an omega. Koo, we're--" Hoseok bites his lips, and Jungkook notices that his eyes are glossy. He digs his nails into his palms, resisting the urge+

to pull Hoseok into his arms.
"Koo, we're both unmated," Hoseok whispers. And Jungkook instantly knows the reason behind his sad eyes. Hoseok is thinking about papa. Hoseok is thinking about how he doesn't have a mate anymore because he lost papa.

Jungkook wonders how his presentation would have gone if papa was still around.
If papa were alive, Jungkook wouldn't have shared a bed with Hoseok.
If papa were alive, Jungkook wouldn't have forced himself onto Hoseok.
If papa were alive, things wouldn't have gone wrong.

"Baby, don't look so sad," Hoseok reaches over. There is hesitation in his eyes as his hands come up to cup Jungkook's face. Hoseok's fingers twitch when they make contact with Jungkook's skin. Jungkook swallows harshly. His entire body burns at Hoseok's touch.

"What I'm trying to say is that it's our biology, Koo," Hoseok's fingers rub circles into his cheekbones. It's a familiar feeling, Hoseok's hands on him, warm and comforting and so, so /right/. "It's natural for you to have behaved that way with me, although it scared me so much.

Jungkook's heart squeezes in pain when he remembers Hoseok's tears, the way his shoulders had trembled as he cried. He also remembers the primal hunger he had felt in those few moments. He swallows, heart growing heavier when he sees the way Hoseok's eyes narrow.

"It's because I'm the first omega that you were in contact with after you presented."
/First omega./
Hoseok is Jungkook's first omega.
Even though he didn't have him the way he wanted to.
Jungkook swallows, whispering a hoarse "oh".
"Yeah," Hoseok continues, hands falling down+

to pull gently on the hair at Jungkook's nape. "Yeah. Looking back, we shouldn't have been in such close proximity. Your alpha was just yearning for an omega, Koo. And I was the nearest one. That's why you-- that's why that happened."

"Oh," Jungkook doesn't know what else to say. He just stares dumbly at Hoseok's face.
Hoseok sighs, hands trailing down Jungkook's shoulders to hold his hands. "I'm saying that things will change once you interact with other omegas, once you go out and start exploring."

Hoseok smiles, pressing Jungkook's hand-- Jungkook likes the way Hoseok's hand looks in his too much, in far more different ways than before.
"Once you start exploring other omegas, you won't feel this-- this initial attraction that you're feeling for me."
Oh.
So Hoseok knows.

Hoseok knows that Jungkook is attracted to him.
Hoseok knows that Jungkook is attracted to his omega-- that his alpha desires him.
"Is that what you think it is, Hobi?" Jungkook doesn't know why he feels so /pained/ to hear how Hoseok sees things.
Isn't it for the best if +

what he feels for Hoseok is just a momentary attraction. They can truly keep all of this behind themselves and move forward in that case.
"Yeah, Koo," Hoseok whispers, eyes flashing with what Jungkook knows is a flicker of doubt. "I /know/ it is."

"Okay," Jungkook says. "I believe you, then. I-- Okay."
He's lying. He's fucking lying.
He doesn't know what this is.
He doesn't know what's happening to him.
He doesn't understand anything.
But he fucking knows that this isn't going to go away that easy.

There's a little more than just a need to touch Hoseok, and to /take/ him.
Jungkook wants to /cherish/ him.
And he's never wanted to cherish anyone or anything this way ever before.
And he's fucking scared.
Because he knows--
He knows it's not something temporary.

He knows that whatever this dilemma he's facing is will not go away as easily as Hoseok says it will.
But what hurts the most is the fact that Hoseok seems to be so unaffected by it all. Sure, his body had reacted to jungkook's ministrations, dripping and opening just for him--

Fuck.
Hoseok's body was so pliant under him, so delicate. He could break him with just a touch. He could claim him--
No!
Hoseok's body may have been receptive, but Hoseok himself wasn't.
Hoseok doesn't /want/ Jungkook. He's just reacting to him the way a healthy omega would.

Jungkook looks at the little white scar on Hoseok's neck.
The remains of papa's mating bond.
He swallows. Hoseok isn't over papa. Jungkook wonders if he ever will be.
And Jungkook also wonders if Hoseok would one day feel a similar longing for Jungkook like he did for his papa.

But that only proves to make him feel sadder. Thinking about papa, about Hoseok's loss, amd thinking about how he shouldn't even entertain the idea of replacing his own father.
"Yeah," Jungkook whispers, gulping down the lump in his throat. "Yeah, I believe you."

"Good," Hoseok smiles, leaning into Jungkook's space, making his heart lurch against the confines of his chest. "Let's get back to the show. I feel like he's going to confess his feeling in this episode for sure."
Hoseok snuggles into Jungkook's side, skin against skin.

"Yeah," Jungkook whispers, praying that Hoseok cannot hear the violent thudding of his heart. "But, Hobi," he bites his lower lip, hands coming around Hoseok's waist, as if by clockwork. "What if she says no?"
Hoseok hums, burrowing into the crook of jungkook's neck.

Hoseok's eyes flash, before he smiles and picks up the remote. The screen bursts into colours, once again washing Hoseok's face with light.
"If she says no," Hoseok murmurs, voice almost drowned by the TV. " If she says no, he should respect her choice and let her go."

Jungkook gulps, watching as the main lead walks towards the heroine and gets ok his knee.
"Yeah, he should give up," Jungkook whispers. "You're right, Hobi."
The man is confessing now, and for some reason, it makes Jungkook feel nauseous.

Hoseok turns around and smiles.
But it's different from all the smiles he's ever given Jungkook in the four years they've spent together.
Hoseok's lips push upward in a harsh curve, eyes glinting knowingly. It's almost cruel the way he looks at Jungkook.

"Oh, darling." Hoseok's hand intertwines with Jungkook's, pressing into the leather seat. His eyes glint under the TV light, and he's looking straight at Jungkook.

"I'm always right."

#hopekookshiftau

To be continued

Next chapter: Hoseok's POV