"A meal?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. Hoseok looked at you and nodded, "Just me and the members?" He nodded again. "Ah, alright. When?"

Hoseok just simply shrugged, "Later, I guess." You nodded, "Sorry, I'm tired.." you smiled a smile that said 'it's fine'.

Hoseok has been busy doing a lot of dance practises recently, in fact, everyone has. They've all been tired and slightly annoying, but at the end of the day it's fine. "Go take a nap, ill sort out dinner and lay the table."

Hoseok smiled and pulled you into a hug, "Thank you, baby girl. I love you."

"I love you too, now get some rest. I'll wake you when dinner is ready." You kissed him, you watched him walk out of the kitchen and upstairs, then out of sight. "Right, something that's Hoseoks favourite but everyone will eat..."
You reached for a cook book and opened it, the choice was simple, Sashimi.

Sashimi is a Japanese dish of Korean origin consisting mainly of raw seafood or fish, finely chopped, although not as much as a carpaccio. They serve with a sauce and a simple dressing like grated daikon radish. You reached for all the ingredients needed and began to make it, you added some 'secret spice' to make it taste like his mothers Sashimi. "Add a little bit of this and that... add some of that and-"

"That smells amazing, what're you cooking?" Jimin asked while walking in, "And where'd Hoseok?"

You began to reach for this fish, "Sashimi and he's taking a nap, he was extremely exhausted." You smiled at Jimin, "Care to help?" A smile made its way onto Jimin's face.

"Heck yeah! Just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it!" You smiled brightly at that. Park Jimin was like the little brother you never had, he was amazing and you were closer to him (and Hoseok) than anyone else in the group.

"Could you please grate the Daikon Radish please? It's over there on the counter." You motioned your head to your left and Jimin walked over there. "Thank you!"

"Anytime! So, how come you're cooking? I mean, you're cooking is freaking amazing and tastes like the creator of Gucci just took a shit on it." You giggled.

"I felt like all of you needed to sit down and relax. So, I'm making dinner, with help off you." He hummed in response, "All of you have been working so hard.."

"Yeah, but I enjoy it. Dancing distracts me and it has to be perfect." He continued to grate the radish, "I didn't realised you cared so much." This made your hand slip and the knife catch your finger. You hissed In pain and ran your bloody finger under the tap water.

"Park Jimin."

"Hm?"

"Don't you dare say that again. I will end my life to save all of yours, understand? So don't you dare fucking say that you didn't know I cared so much." You stuck a plaster on your finger and began to carry on what you were doing in silence.

"What else should I-"

"One second.. done!" You said, "Pass me the radish, good friend." Once you had the radish you did what you needed to and began to cook.

"Go take a rest, I'll catch you when I need to set the table."

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Thirty minutes later, you called Jimin into the kitchen. You got out chopsticks, knives and forks and layers them down in the perfect places.
You dished out the meal and poured everyone a nice, cold glass of juice. You thanked Jimin and walked up stair and into your room.

"Babe?" You said, softly. "Baby.. dinners ready." You gently shook him and then decided to wake him up properly. You took the covers off of him and blushed when you saw that he was a little... hard.

"Hm? Oh fuck!" Hoseok jumped up and put on some extra large sweatpants. "Can we just.. ugh."

Dinner should be fun.

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"This is so good!" Seokjin said, giving the thumbs up to you.

"Thank you!" You said smiling, you stuck your hand underneath the table and began to rub Hoseok. He was holding back a gasp of pleasure and you could tell. "Does anyone have any requests for tomorrow?"

"I-it's fine. I-I'll cook!" The word 'cook' was more of a moan but only you could tell. A smirk made its way onto your face.

"Really? You don't-"

"No it's- it's fine.. I'll do it!" Hoseok smiled but when everyone looked down at their plates, he looked at you and groaned. Then, he slid his hand under the table and began to rub you through your underwear.
You tried your hardest to not moan but a tiny one slipped out.

"Did someone say something?" Yoongi asked with a mouth full of food.

"No-o." You smiled and carried on eating. Hoseok leaned over and kissed your neck.

"I'm close.." He whispered in your ear. You smirked and varied the speed of you getting him off. He let out a moan, everyone heard.

"Right. Namjoon.. did you leave your porn playing again?" He blushed.

"No! I- What the heck, no!" He looked at your and Hoseok, smirked a little but played it off.

You bit your lip when you felt the warm, hot cüm cover your fingers. You waited for everyone to stop looking at Namjoon and go back to their food. You took your fingers out from under the table and put them in your mouth, smiling at the sweet but salty taste.
Hoseok didn't stop but you were getting close. Your legs were twitching slightly, signifying that this was probably going to be messy.

"Be quiet." He whispered into your ear, you finished the last bite and took a sip of your drink. Within a minute or two you were looking down at the floor, trying your hardest to not moan.

Now, imagine being tied up. Where you can't move but you have an itch. That's what this feels like, however instead of an itch, it's an orgasm and you want to moan but you just can't.
You could feel your stomach getting tighter and next thing you know, Hoseok coughed, you moaned and his fingers were covered in your sweet cûm.

Everyone finished, "Thanks for that. It was really nice." Hoseok said while licking his fingers.

"Did you get food on your fingers?" You asked, still panting a little.

"Yep. And it was a lovely meal." He said winking at you, causing you to blush slightly.

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Hey sorry this is late, I've been busy getting ready for comic con! Or was... it was yesterday and it was amazing.

I met BTS !!!!!!

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Cosplayers.
I met BTS Cosplayers... ;-;