his baby: Hoseok🖤

                                    

                                          
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Bullying, gun violence, sexual assault, foul language, (3 year difference between hobi and y/n), fluff, etc.
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The hot summer sun beats down on the bodies of the people sitting ob the long porch, all of them conversing and laughing as they try not to let it bother them much. 
                          
You sit on the lap of your bestfriend, back against his chest as you fan at his face while he talks with his group of friends. Your braids were pulled up in a bun, you wore shorts and a sleeveless shirt along with your sandals. You honestly wanted to be inside where the cool air was but Hoseok just insisted that you hang out with him outside. 
                          
Its not that you minded or anything. Hoseok was your stepbrother - Namjoon's - bestfriend. He was older than you by about three years, twenty years old. You were seventeen, starting your senior year in August which was only a month away. 
                          
Even though he had already graduated, and was basically an adult, he still hung out with you. He had known you since you were a baby. At first, you two bumped heads a lot but after awhile you became friends and soon that turned into a strong bond that couldn't be broken at all. You spent the night at his house most of the time, and you didn't really have any other friends outside of him and family. He was extremely protective over you, always wanting to make sure you were safe but that was okay with you. You loved Hoseok and he loved you. He would go crazy if anybody hurt you. 
                          
"Its sooo fucking hot!" You complain, leaning up on his lap to stand but he quickly pulled you back. You rolled your eyes. 
                          
"Watch your mouth." He said to you in your ear. You crossed your arms over your chest, moving around on his lap a little feel the piece of metal that he always kept in his waistband. 
                          
Hoseok was...involved in some bad things. Gang activity, before the age of seventeen he had been in a juvenile center for about 3 years. Namjoon was adamant to let you get close to him at first, for he was slightly involved I the same things. But after awhile he learned to trust Hoseok around you after learning that he would in fact never let anything happen to you. It scared you at times, how he always had to keep a gun with him. But for the most part you were comfortable. 
                          
"Where were you trying to go anyways?"he asked. You mumble, "I was tryna go to the store." You spoke, already feeling him place his hand in his pocket to grab his wallet. He was always so quick fo hand you money even though you didn't want it or ask for it. 
                          
"What store? I don't want you going too far." He said. You point towards the end of the block where the corner store was. A lot of teenagers hung out on that corner, and you avoided them all for multiple reasons. But nothing could stop you from going to that store today because you were thirsty. 
                          
He nodded, handing you a twenty dollar bill. "Hoseok, I just wanted a soda. What imma do with this?" You laugh. He shot you a small smile. 
                          
"Keep the change then. And bring me back a sprite." He said. Jimin, a close friend who had been sitting on the porch as well had cut in. "oohh I want chips!" He said, and you only nodded standing up and beginning to walk off the porch. 
                          
You heard an argument start between him and Hoseok, something about Hoseok saying "who the fuck said I was getting you something?" You asked. Jimin yelled at him, you only shook your head and walked out on to the side walk. Even though you never turned to see, you could feel Hoseok watching you as you walked further and further down the block making you feel safer.