Uh Oh, Hosi What Did We Do?

(warning: this is a mature book/sexual content)

Jules smeared makeup onto every inch of her face, as Carmela groaned behind her. It wasn't late, just 7:00 but Carmela was annoyed at the fact that Jules had to look good every second of the damn day.

"Oh my fucking- are you still not done? Dude, I just wanna go for a little drink!" She dragged her hands through her hair spun around, crashing face first into the bed. She decided to borrow one of Jules' outfits, since she strangely didn't have the mood to wear just her revealing sparkly bra. It was a dark red tube top and skirt that were attached together at the stomach by the same coloured net. Carmela didn't like the way the net itched her belly button, but she wore it anyway. She left her tangled blonde straight hair flowing over her shoulders, halfway down her back.

"Patience bitch, we going to a club to drink. I gotta look decent!" Jules replied and set her glittering highlighter down, puckering up her lips before turning around to her friend. Her thick brown hair had been pulled into space buns and she was wearing a long golden tank dress that reached her knees. She smiled at Carmela who gave a "finally" sigh but then jumped on top of her friend sprawled in the bed who screamed as Jules giggled.

"Ow, what the fuck Jules, you like smashed my boob..." Carmela couldn't help but smile while sitting up and rubbing her chest, as Jules lay across her lap.

"Lighten up, okay, Mel? Let's go have some fun and forget about all that shit on your mind. Let's drink and dance and fuck all night, until you feel better, how's that?" Jules sat up and touched her forehead to Carmela's. She grimaced at the name her friend sometimes took but chose to ignore it this time. She was too tired and longed for some alcohol to numb away her confusing aches.

Carmela shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe partying isn't good right now... maybe I should just go home and drink a few beers by myself, she thought. But then the reality of the pain, and her fear of being alone hit her once again and she nodded before pulling away from Jules and stepping off the bed.

"Imma ask Hosi for a ride. I'm surprised he hasn't bitched out at me yet, I legit ask him for a ride like every day." Carmela said, walking out the door as Jules followed her. Hoseok might have been rude, contantly horny and full of himself, but at least he listened to her and Jules. Which struck her oddly as he was a couple years older than them.

"He's not too bad. Maybe he can come with us." Jules hummed as they approached Hoseok's room across the basement hall. Carmela pushed the door open without knocking and the tall auburn haired boy looked up at them, frowning. He was standing in front of his closet, zipping his fly and buckling his black belt around his black skinny jeans. He froze and smirked before looking back down and finishing his task.

"Don't you girls know how to knock? Or were you desperate to see all of this." He gestured to the large bulge in his crotch. "Shoulda come a bit earlier. You would've been on your knees already."

Carmela scoffed and rolled her eyes, and began exiting the room.

"You're disgusting. Jules lets take the bus." She turned but Jules stepped closer to the grinning boy.

"We need a ride to Flynn's Nightclub. Wanna come with?" Jules asked her step brother.

"Yeahh lets go! I was wondering why Carmela looks hotter than usual..." Carmela spun back facing them to find Hosi rake his eyes over her slim body and bit her tongue, reminding herself he was just Hosi being Hosi. Jules grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room. The boy followed them and they walked up the stairs towards the front door. Heather was sitting at the living room couch sewing what looked like a little pouch. She peered at the three of them before winking with a sly smile.

"Go get em girls!" Jules groaned as the other two grinned and they shoved on their footwear and stalked out of the house.

The air was colder now but the summer-fall temperature still held through, as Carmela ligtly shivered. Hosi started up his truck and the three of them sat down.

As the vehicle rumbled into speed, Carmela silently promised herself she would get a car as soon as possible but it was literally the hundredth time she had done so. Ever since she and Jules had graduated highschool a few months ago, their goal was to get jobs and save up to buy the same car, but their plans didnt really stay true. Jules dreamed to be a real estate agent like her mom, so she was currently doing a six month internship with ironically no pay and Carmela was busy preparing for her audition next week as a choreographer. They were completly broke and their guardians of course refused to buy the car of their choice, so here Carmela was, hitching a fucking ride with Hosi.

"Yo Carmela, you ready for the audition?" Hosi spoke from the front seat. Jules touched her hand and absent-mindly drew patterns on her fingers.

"Yeah." She replied, laying her head againstthe cold glass of the window.

Hosi was also auditioning, not as a choreographer, but as a member of a dance group. The one reason why she didnt mind him so much was mainly because she respected his phenomenal dancing. His talent for memorizing dances on point within minutes was incredible, and Carmela admired him for that. Confidence had always made it easy for Hosi to move his body, the only time his sass and cockiness came in handy. For Carmela though, it was different. She didnt have sass or attitude, just plain grief. Her body moved to the pain writhing inside her and everytime she danced a new dance, a piece of that pain broke away, lightening her heart.

Jules hand moved away from hers as Hosi parked the truck outside of a row of short, attached buildings. The city at night was awake and Carmela could hear drunken chatter echoing through the streets and sidewalks, as she stepped of the truck. She took Jules' hand and they walked over to the dark purple club door and swung it open, Hosi following behind. They flashed their IDs at the suited women at the entrance and ran into the booming music and sweaty jumping people.

Carmela held Jules' hand tight and pushed through glittering faces and sloppy kissers. She approached the bar and sat on the tall stool. Jules' stood behind her, hands still clasped.

"Hey can I get 5 old fashioned shots and 1 pineapple kiss?" Carmela heard Jules gasp beside her but she scratched her head and returned both hands to her lap.

The short plump man filled up their drinks and before he could push them towards her, Carmela grabbed a shot and threw her head back, the liquid burning deliciously down her throat. She grabbed another shot as Jules reached over her shoudler, grabbing her pineapple shot.

Carmelas mind slowed and felt light and... almost happy? She found it hard to remember why she was freaking out over her godamn selfish dad anyways. She downed the rest of her 5 strong shots and stood up shakily, letting out a carefree giggle. Jules laughed beside her and Carmela dragged them to the dance floor, bouncing with the bodies, moving to the loud beat.

Carmela blinked and let herself smile, as she stretched her arms up over her head and shook her hips. Jules' beaitiful face flashes in front of her as they move their bodies together. Carmela peacefully closes her eyes as Jules grips her hips and grinds them against hers, swaying to the beat. She drags a hand through her bobbing hair and wraps her arm around Jules' neck.

But it doesnt feel like her neck anymore. Its taller and... harder? Carmela frowns and opens her eyes to Hosi's soft grey ones. She froze and her arms stiffened but she felt a tingling in her stomach as he guided her hips gently against his body. Hosi was gross anyways and Carmela was angry and confused and she knew Hosi knew that too, so he was taking advantage of the moment.

Carmela felt slightly angry before she gasped as his soft lips caressed the skin of her neck and she fell into a drunken state against him, swaying with the music. She gripped onto his shoulders as his kisses grew deeper into her shoulder, sliding along her collarbone, and her eyes fluttered with pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair as he arched lower and lower until he reached her breasts and lifted his face to hers.

What was she doing? This was Jules' brother, was it weird? I mean it was her step brother but still, she was unsure....

Hosi's face inched closer to her until his breath was right against her cheek and she turned his head with her hands still lying in his hair, towards her lips. They melted together as he slipped his tongue inside and gnawed her lip with his bottom teeth, making her legs quiver. He pressed his hard crotch against her stomach and let go of her waist, lacing his fingers through hers.

Carmela knew where this was going but was too entranced in pleasure and relief from the stress and pain, that she deepened the kiss, circling her tongue around his. She felt the grumble of his groan against her mouth and she pulled away, gasping for breath as he led her out of the dancing crowd.

Carmela wiped the sweat from her brow and longed to feel pleasure, to feel good again and she impatiently followed Hosi around a corner, in an empty spot under the stairs leading up into the storage room.

He tore off his shirt and pulled her towards him gently, guiding her against the wall. She undid his buckle and opened his fly as he pulled down her underwear from below her skirt. She stood closer to him and took out his hard cock, wrapping her fingers around it and slide up and down slowly.

Hosi's breathing became heavy and he pushed the tube top and strapless bra down to Carmela's stomach. He palmed her breasts and licked the hard tips of them until she felt her insides shiver with delight. She regained herself and rubbed his cock against her stomach before he lifted her against he wall in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his torso.

She heard Hosi's drunken chuckle as she lifted her short skirt and hooked her arms under his shoulders, holding on to him. She quivered as Hosi slid into her, pushing in and out, and she moaned taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

"F-fuck..." she breathed into his shoulder as he grunted in pleasure.

She felt happy, she felt so good, so free. Who gave a fuck about her fucking dad, his fucking girlfriend and the fucking plane that exploded.

Hosi picked up speed as their combined deep and high moans grew louder, fucking against the wall.

Who cared about her Aunt Kass who tried to chain her to some fucking person who only cared for her face and fuckable body. Who cares about the fucking therapists that pity the hell out of her and treat her like shes dying. Who cares about anything, when she feels so good....

Footsteps clacked against the floor as a figure came into view, painfully knocking Carmela sober. She was out of breath and her head felt dizzy as she stared at her friend frozen in shock.

"Jules! Its-wait! Fuck..." Hosi shouted, peering behind him.

Carmela's head snapped up and she suddenly felt more awake than ever. She winced from her crazy beating heart.

Oh no. No no no, fuck! What would Jules think of her... with her brother... what did she just fucking do?

Carmela unwrapped her legs, falling off of Hosi, in time to see Jules stomping away around the corner.

Carmela turned back to the boy beside her and bent down, shoving her clothing on. Hosi cleared his throat and fixed his pants. Carmela's hand shook from panic.

"Where the fuck are we, Hosi? Might as well do it out there next time! What the fuck are we gonna do, what am i gonna tell Jules..." Carmela sighed and rubbed her eyes, dreading the awkward situation she had gotten herself into.

"Hmm, next time?" He smirked and raked a hand through his messy hair.

She snapped her head back up to Hosi and glared at him as he nervously pulled his shirt on.

"Listen, THIS meant nothing, okay? I am literally drunk and fucking depressed right now, you understand that right?" She waited until Hosi nodded his head, before quickly walking out of the area and into the crowd. Now where in fucking hell was Jules?