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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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I Wanna Hold Your Hand | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, Roommates!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: pining, a lil’ smooching, Yoongi is very persuasive, reader is easily duped, it's as fluffy as freshly fallen snow

Word Count: 1.4K

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: It's hand-holding season, according to your roommate.

A/N: I wrote this off a prompt from the Winter Wonderland Fic Event, run by the lovely @hellojeongkook ! I know it's early in the holiday season yet, but I was inspired. Unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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“It’s hand-holding season.”

He says it so matter-of-factly that you don’t question him. You’ve been roommates with Yoongi for almost a year now, and he’s always dropping these little tidbits of knowledge, sprinkling them in at random as you go about your days together.

“Back in the 17th century, they paid taxes with rice,” he informs you as he prepares a delicious meal of bibimbap for lunch for the two of you, topping it with a perfectly fried egg.

“Did you know that ‘whisky' means ‘water of life?’” he inquires as he pours you a nightcap, which you share on your balcony overlooking the small, busy neighborhood where your apartment resides.

“The first oranges ever grown weren’t actually orange,” he comments as he peels a tangerine, offering you the first slice as always.

Yoongi is many things, but a liar isn’t one of them. He’s overflowing with this obscure trivia, and you long ago stopped doubting that his facts were true. So when he announces it’s hand-holding season and reaches out, you assume it’s some weird winter tradition you’re not familiar with, not being from this area, and accept his hand.

But it’s not just that one moment. No, Yoongi grabs your hand all the time now. On the couch. In line for the bus. At dinner with your friends, all of whom seem unable to stop grinning every time they look at you. Weirdos. Your fingers interlace as he tugs you to his side everywhere you go.

It’s a little awkward at first. It’s been so long since someone held your hand that you’d almost forgotten the way it feels, palm pressed against palm, fingers curling around each other. But you get used to it, and before long you’re the one extending a hand, grasping, seeking him out.

“Why are you two holding hands?” Jungkook queries one movie night with your friends, sprawled out on the floor in front of the couch where you sit by Yoongi’s side. The movie is paused while you wait for Hobi to return from his kitchen with more snacks. Namjoon looks up from his perch on Hobi’s armchair, eyes going wide at Jungkook’s question.

“Because it’s hand-holding season,” you answer succinctly, sipping on your hot cider.

“Hand-holding… season?”

“Yeah, Jungkook, you know. That time of year when you hold hands. Hand-holding season. It’s pretty self-explanatory,” Yoongi jumps in, looking at Jungkook.

Jungkook nods slowly. “Right… forgot about that one.”

A week later, standing in a cluster with your friends at the bar, listening to some local band perform a mind-boggling mashup of “What Child Is This?” and “Sweet Child O’Mine,” Yoongi excuses himself from the group to get you another drink. His hand drops from yours as he pulls away, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch Jimin and Taehyung snickering.

“What?” you inquire, frowning as you realize they were laughing at you. You lower your head, eyes narrowing to thin slits as you glare at your friends, waiting.

“Nothing,” Jimin insists, but you aren’t convinced and only after threatening to expose his deepest, darkest secret (he didn’t break his nose two years ago after getting into a fight defending your honor at a party; he just got so drunk that he ran into a glass door) does he continue, “It’s just… the hand-holding. It’s cute! But like… you know that’s not a thing, right?”

“What do you mean, it’s not a ‘thing?’ It’s some sort of local winter custom or something. Isn’t it?” Your voice falters as you catch the look on their faces.

“Sweetie,” Taehyung begins, his voice kind, almost pitying, “no. He just wants to hold your hand.”

There’s no time to process this before Yoongi returns. He clasps your hand and you stare at where your fingers are laced with his, wondering.

The night rolls on and eventually your friends drift off. Soon it’s only you and Yoongi, but once he sees you fighting to stifle a yawn and failing miserably, you head out into the snowy night, homebound.

Snowflakes swirl around you on the trek home, but the air feels heavy with something else. Something unspoken. Everything around you is covered in a fluffy white blanket that shimmers slightly under the streetlights, and you could easily get lost on these streets just as easily as you get lost in your thoughts. But that familiar sensation at your side, Yoongi’s fingers clutching yours, reassures you. It’s a comforting weight, anchoring you in the moment.

Back inside your place, you collapse on the couch, wrapping a velvety throw around you as Yoongi brings you both some water. He sits next to you, hand seeking yours immediately. He natters on about something someone did at work but you’re not listening, thinking about Taehyung’s words.

“Yoongi,” you interrupt him, and his mouth draws into a straight line as he waits to hear what could be so important that you’d cut him off. “What other seasons should I know about?”

He cocks his head questioningly. “Huh?”

“It’s hand-holding season,” you state. “What’s next?”

His face remains blank. But he’s quiet a little too long, so you go on.

“Is cuddle season next?” you ask, sliding closer to him until your thighs touch. He peers at you through hooded eyes, swallowing before speaking. “It could be. I’m not sure. I’d have to check.”

“Mmm,” you reply, nudging his arm with your own until he lifts it. Nuzzling into him, head resting on his shoulder as his arm falls into place around you, you sigh contentedly. “If it isn’t, it should be.”

Yoongi is uncharacteristically silent for once, but his fingers rub soothing circles on your side as he holds you close.

“Yoongi,” you murmur after a moment, voice muffled by his hoodie. Tilting your face up, you peer at your roommate. “I should probably go to bed.”

His dark eyes contain several shades of brown, you realize, with tiny golden flecks glimmering as he gazes warmly at you. From so close, they’re even more beautiful than you thought.

“Yeah, probably a good idea,” he mumbles after a minute, and you rise and bid him goodnight.

Glancing over your shoulder as you pad towards your bedroom, you spy him still on the couch, his fingers tracing gingerly over the spot you just vacated, as if he is searching for your hand even now.

In the morning, Yoongi finds you waiting for him in the kitchen, a mug of coffee ready exactly how he likes it (black). He thanks you, and you wait for him to take a few sips, letting the caffeine jumpstart his brain before you speak.

“So, I figured it out,” you announce excitedly.

“You figured it out?” he repeats, brow furrowing.

Nodding, you grab his hand, weaving your fingers together as you tug him towards the hallway by the door.

“I looked it up while you were sleeping. It’s kissing season next.”

You point up. He does a double take, noticing something tiny and green hanging overhead.

A clump of spinach, tied together with kitchen string, dangling haphazardly from a heating vent.

“Why is the spinach for our lunch hanging from the ceiling?”

“I told you, kissing season is coming! But… we don’t have any mistletoe. So I had to make do.” You beam at your roommate as he stares at you, blinking sluggishly, the gears slowly clicking into place.

“Kissing season.”

“Yes.”

“And you determined this…”

“When I looked it up this morning. Online,” you proclaim, embellishing your lie.

“Online.” His eyebrow quivers minutely, as if he wishes to challenge you, but his expression remains vacant.

“Yes.”

“And it said kissing season comes after hand-holding season.”

You giggle. “Do you need a little more coffee, sleepyhead? Yes, that’s what it said. I couldn’t find anything about cuddle season. It said to prepare for kissing. So, voila!” You gesture over his head. “I think we’re ready, don’t you?”

Yoongi doesn’t respond. His face gives nothing away.

So you wait, humming to yourself, hands folded behind your back.

Until he finally breaks.

“I can’t believe you bought it for so long,” he laughs, and you shove him away playfully.

“Hey! You’re no better, thinking you had to make up a stupid excuse to hold my hand.”

He grabs your hand again, thumb tracing lightly over your knuckles. “So I don’t need one?”

“No, dumbass,” you chide affectionately. “You never did.”

The sweet gummy smile you’ve always adored spreads across his face, and you reach out for his other hand, pulling him closer.

“We’re both just a couple of dumbasses, aren’t we?” he mutters softly, nose brushing against yours. You loop both arms around his neck and nod.

“I’m afraid so,” you inform him with a sigh as his lips finally land on yours.

Kissing season, to your delight, never ends.

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bookyeom · 2 years

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Hello everyone! Winter is my absolute favourite season, and I’ll be honest, I’m going to miss the deep Canadian winter since I’m spending this one in South Korea. I wanted to do this winter fic event so that we could all be inspired by the cold, snow, cosy sweaters, hot chocolate, etc. Frankly, this season gets my writing going like no other, and of course I wanted to extend the invite to anyone who wants to join!

If you’ve read any of my fics you know I’m a big fan of fluff, but I wholly welcome some angst, so feel free to join if you’re interested in either of those things! I really just want this to be a fun event that will hopefully spread some joy during the cold weather through our favourite boys :) I can’t wait to see what you all come up with - we’ve got some amazing writers on board already. Please reblog if you can to boost, and message me with any questions!

OFFICIAL MASTERLIST

The rules and the list of Sentence Starters are under the cut :)

RULES:

Select a sentence starter (or two! Or three!) from the list and message me to let me know which one(s) you’ll be doing, and for which member(s). More than one person can use the same prompt, as long as it’s a different member from one that’s already chosen! You don’t need to include the sentence starter in your fic - you can treat it more as a prompt for inspiration.

Your fic must be at least 1k, and it can be a oneshot or a series - it’s up to you!

The deadline to post and tag is December 25th.

Please reblog this post!

Disclaimer that your fic doesn’t have to be Christmas by any means - it can involve the holiday season, or simply just the actual winter season!

Your fic can be any trope, I just ask that you include it in the description as well as any warnings :)

There will be a tracked tag (#hellojkwinterwonderland), as well as a Masterlist that I will be reblogging and adding to up until the deadline.

SENTENCE STARTERS:

A/N: I’ve obviously put myself on a lot of these because I’m feeling super inspired, so don’t judge me for that and also feel free to do the same prompts as me if you want xx

“My mom knitted you a jumper.” - @hellojeongkook, reader x Seokjin

“I slipped on ice and broke a bone…” + “Can you stay a bit longer?” - @moon-write, reader x Seokjin

“How did that happen?”

“I wrote my first Christmas song. You were a huge inspiration for it.”

“You know you didn’t need mistletoe to get me to kiss you, right?” - @sunshinerainbowsbts, reader x Hoseok

“Look, I get that you love Christmas but your lights are kind of keeping me awake at night.” - @hellojeongkook, reader x Jimin

“Are you drunk?”

“I am in desperate need of a hug.”

“I thought you’d like this.”

“I broke a bone slipping on ice and ended up in the hospital and now the cute doctor won’t stop laughing at me when I told him the reason why I fell” - @reliablemittenmain, reader x Namjoon

“You look so cosy.”

“Can you stay for a bit longer?”

“I’m so sorry for spilling hot chocolate on you.” - @sunshinerainbowsbts, reader x Namjoon

“Was that you singing?” - @hellojeongkook, reader x Jungkook

“Your feet/hands are freezing, please stop touching me.”

“You hate me, so why did you remember that I like marshmallows in my hot chocolate?” + "Are you drunk?" - @kooks-cookie, reader x Jungkook

“Well, we’re stuck together because neither of us is going home in this weather.” - @tae-bebe, reader x Taehyung

“Aren’t you cold like that?”

“No one’s ever done that for me before.”

“What’s with the box?”

“Look, I get that you love Christmas but your lights are kind of keeping me awake at night.” - @fluffyydumplings, reader x Seokjin

“I’ll be honest - I hate the snow.”

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.” - @hellojeongkook, reader x Taehyung

“Did you mean that?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“It’s three in the morning.” - @taeshobipop

“You told me you knew how to skate!” “I lied.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“I bought this because it reminded me of you.”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s hand-holding season.” - @sunshinerainbowsbts, reader x Yoongi

“Are you blushing or are you cold?” - @parkdatjimin, reader x Jimin

“Is that my sweater?”

I slipped outside your house and you ran outside without shoes on to help me - @hellojeongkook, reader x Jungkook

“Please don’t let go of me.”

“Kiss me. Please?” @hellojeongkook, reader x Yoongi

#bts fic #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #jimin x reader #hellojkwinterwonderland

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Happy Accidents | KNJ

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: fluff, holiday, strangers to lovers, College!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: swearing, a lil’ smooching, Namjoon wears that blue cardigan, Namjoon also wears a beanie, it's as fluffy as marshmallows in a mug of hot cocoa

Word Count: 2.2K

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: Sometimes your clumsiness leads to a happy accident.

A/N: This is my third story for the Winter Wonderland Fic Event, run by the fabulous @hellojeongkook! Inspired by those insta pics of Namjoon all bundled up for the cold weather. And that blue cardigan he wore that one time. You know the one. Unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Sequel: Safe With Me - part of Milestone Celebration

Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜

Well, this is a colossal waste of time.

You don’t even know why you came tonight. Well, that’s not true, you know exactly why you’re here - Jung Hoseok. Your roommate begged you to come with him to this holiday party your university is throwing for students staying on campus over winter break.

Hobi twisted your arm, promising to do your laundry for the next month, knowing how much you hated schlepping down to the creepy basement every week. So you came. And now you’re alone by the refreshment table, sipping your hot cocoa, most decidedly not mixing it up with anyone.

(There isn’t any booze here. Insult to injury. You wish you’d pregamed, or at least thought to tuck a flask into your pocket.)

Hobi disappeared the minute you’d walked in, as soon as he spotted his crush Lisa, who you belatedly realized was the sole reason he wanted to come tonight. They’re currently spinning around the dance floor together, making the googliest of eyes at each other, and you want to gag at their cuteness.

Given how much Lisa clearly seems to like him, you aren’t sure why Hobi insisted on dragging you here. He obviously didn’t require a wingperson. Maybe this is his subtle way of suggesting you get out and have some of that ‘fun’ he’s always on about.

He’s annoyingly encouraging like that sometimes.

But instead, here you stand, too anxious to ask anyone to dance, seeking comfort in your favorite cold weather beverage. Glancing repeatedly at your watch until you start to worry you’re going to give yourself a repetitive stress injury. Hobi probably isn’t going to want to leave until the party ends, so you might as well find a seat somewhere and get comfortable.

With a sigh, you abandon your post by the mini cupcakes. As you turn, you nearly collide with someone, managing to stop just short. Unfortunately, your hot chocolate continues on its forward momentum, splashing all over the plain white t-shirt he wears underneath a light blue cardigan.

“Oh god!” you yell, setting your now empty cup on the table. Grabbing a stack of napkins, you begin blotting at the liquid, trying to slow its spread across his…

...rather broad chest.

You stop wiping, looking up… and up… into a ridiculously handsome face.

“It’s ok,” the tall man says, smiling kindly down at you. Two dragon-shaped eyes glimmer below a dark brow. As he grins, dimples pop in his cheeks, and you realize you still have your hands pressed against his pecs. You quickly lower them.

“I didn’t see you! I was just walking, and…” you trail off, taking a breath. “I’m so sorry for spilling hot chocolate on you.” Curse your ever-present clumsiness.

He tugs on his shirt, assessing the damage. Dark veins of liquid chocolate are still branching off, covering most of his chest and stomach at this point. It's definitely ruined. “It’s fine. It’s only my favorite shirt.”

Horrified, you stare at him. He glances at your face and laughs. “I’m kidding. It’s a plain tee. Sorry, dumb joke.”

“Oh! Right, sorry,” you apologize again, feeling silly.

“Accidents happen. Please don’t worry about it. I’m Namjoon, by the way. You are?”

You give him your name.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he repeats your name, the word becoming a rumbly melody in his deep voice.

You nod, lowering your eyes timidly, only to notice in dismay that you’ve also gotten some chocolate on his gorgeous sweater. “Augh, I’m so sorry! I think I ruined your cardigan, too.”

He examines the brown blotch. “Yep, you did.” He sighs, looking stern. “I’m afraid you owe me a new one.”

“Oh!” You bite your lip. “Of course, you’re right. I can replace it! I just need to know where you got this? And what size - “

“Whoa!” He holds up his hands and you stop babbling. “I’m kidding, again. I’m sorry. I’m really terrible with jokes, I guess.” He smiles reassuringly. “I’m sure it’ll come out in the wash.”

You just nod, afraid to say anything else and make a fool of yourself again.

“But if you want to make it up to me, you could dance with me.”

You stare at him so long that he laughs nervously, running his hand through his hair. “Only if you want to, of course. I really don’t expect -“

“Yes!” you blurt loudly, then flinch, wishing you could play it cool for once. “Yes. I’d like that.”

He offers his elbow and you grasp it lightly as he leads you onto the dance floor. As a slow holiday tune begins to play, he wraps one arm around your back and brings your hand up with the other. His hands are so large, making your own look tiny in comparison.

“I’m sorry again,” you say, now that the cocoa has dried into an unsightly stain.

Namjoon just shakes his head. “Really, don’t stress yourself about it. Truth be told, I’m glad you spilled your drink on me,” he confesses, making you peer up at him in confusion.

“Why, were you tired of that sweater?”

“No,” he chuckles, and you can’t help but smile at the warm sound. He dips his head shyly. “I was having trouble gathering the courage to ask you to dance. It’s just that… I never know how to talk to beautiful women.”

There are many things that you can’t understand in this world. This Adonis having any trouble finding a willing dance partner immediately leapfrogs to the top of the list.

But also… beautiful? His compliment goes straight to your head, and you breathe deeply before quipping, “Well, given your terrible jokes, I’m not surprised to hear that.”

His eyes widen before he catches your playful grin, and then he smirks. “Touché.”

“If it makes you feel better, I never know how to talk to cute guys, either,” you admit, glancing down.

“You seem to be doing fine right now.”

You laugh as he spins you around before pulling you back into his arms. “Oh, so you think I was talking about you?”

His face flushes as you giggle. You’re pleasantly surprised at how easy it is to banter with him like this. You were being honest when you said you had trouble talking to handsome men. (Other than Hobi, of course, but he’s practically your brother, so he doesn’t count.) Your awkwardness increases when you’re nervous, and you always end up saying something dumb or tripping over your own two feet.

He only asked for one dance, but you don’t part when the song ends. Or when the next one fades, either. The conversation keeps flowing, and Namjoon only releases you for the uptempo songs, automatically pulling you back into his arms when the music slows again.

The two of you chat about where you’re from and what you’re studying. You’re shocked to learn he’s an art history major just like you, because you’re sure you’ve never seen him in any of your classes and there is absolutely no way a man this gorgeous could possibly fly under your radar.

“So, what’s keeping you on campus over break? If you don’t mind me asking,” you add quickly, not wanting to seem like you’re prying.

“Needed to fill out some applications for summer internships, and knew if I went home, they’d end up forgotten. You?”

“Well, it’s just me and my dad at home,” you explain. “And he’s been out on a job site for several weeks. At least here, I’m not alone. My roommate also stayed.”

“Ah, that’s nice,” Namjoon hums as he deftly steers you away from a couple who are dancing to their own beat, arms flailing wildly. “But it’s weird, right? Not spending the holidays at home?”

“It’s different, for sure!”

“Different good or different bad?” He tilts his head as he looks at you.

“A mix, I’d say. It’s a little sad, missing out on some of my favorite traditions, but there have been some unexpected delights, too.” You can’t help but look up at him meaningfully, and are rewarded with an enchantingly bashful smile.

As Namjoon whirls you around the dance floor, you catch sight of Hobi, still swaying with Lisa. He covertly flashes a thumbs up in your direction, and you glance away quickly, hoping Namjoon didn’t see him.

Maybe you should lean into your good luck for once and ask Namjoon if he wants to go out sometime. Gazing up at him, you lick your lips anxiously, trying to work up the nerve, when your foot goes rogue and the heel of your boot stamps down directly on his toes. Hard.

“Ah!” he yelps, recoiling in pain.

“Sorry!” You draw back, hands held in front of you in apology.

“It’s ok!” he proclaims, but as he stumbles towards you, limping slightly, you manage to kick his other shin.

“Ow!” He hobbles, grabbing his leg, as you cringe.

Your klutziness strikes again. For some reason, you always lose control of your limbs when you get nervous, flailing around like a newborn calf learning how to walk.

Better bail before someone gets hurt. Or more hurt.

“Shit! I should probably go before I accidentally maim you or something. Th-thank you for the dance,” you stammer, turning away.

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” he protests, but you are already fleeing, heading for your coat. “Wait!”

You don’t look back, intent on saving what little face you have left. As you pass Hobi, he shoots you a concerned look, but you wave him off. Let him have his fun. Later, you can lament about how embarrassed you are. Right now, you just need to get out of there.

Bundled in your fluffy winter jacket, you step outside to find that it is snowing. You curse, wishing you’d checked the weather report earlier, because the cute boots Hobi convinced you to wear were not meant for walking in snow.

This means you need to move slowly and deliberately. The first few steps you take are easy, but as you reach the bottom of the steps, you slip, gasping as you pitch backwards -

-into a strong pair of arms.

Your world is tilted as you stare into those dark dragon eyes again. He’d caught you just before you’d hit the ground, so you’re practically laying on your back. It’s such a vulnerable position, finding yourself totally supported by him.

Setting you back upright, Namjoon grins. “Ok, you’re really boosting my confidence here, letting me sweep you off your feet.”

“That wasn’t you, that was the snow,” you respond without thinking, and he throws his head back as he guffaws, a loud laugh that resounds through the quiet night air. “Did you follow me out here?”

He nods, pulling his long gray trench around himself more tightly as the flecks of snow dot the dark material. A black beanie covers his thick hair, giving him a boyish appearance. “Yeah. I - I was going to ask for your number, but you ran off.”

“Oh?” You blink in surprise. “You sure? I’m afraid I’m always like this. Might be a health hazard dating me.”

He nods again, guiding you down the final steps with a hand on your lower back. Even through your coat, you can feel the heat of his palm where it presses against you. “Yeah, I’m sure. Besides, I'm not worried. I don’t break easily.”

You nearly comment that you believe him since he’s built like a sequoia, but at the tone of his voice you hold your quip.

“You’re not that clumsy, really,” he continues. “But maybe dancing isn’t your forte.”

It takes you a minute to realize he’s teasing. “I don’t think comedy is yours.”

You could listen to that boisterous laugh all night.

The weather is only getting worse, flakes coating everything in sight, so you decide to make your move before you both freeze. “Can I see your phone?”

You key in your number, then hand it back. He fires off a quick text. “There, now you have mine, too.”

Unknown: Can I walk you home?

Grinning, you nod. “That would be nice.”

Once again, he offers his arm, and you slide yours through.

“To be clear, I’m doing this because I don’t want you to injure yourself on the way home,” he informs you as you trudge down the snowy sidewalk towards your apartment.

“And here I was thinking you might want a goodnight kiss.” You shrug. “Good to know I don’t have to worry about that.”

“… I really gotta stop with the bad jokes.”

You laugh as you tug him down the pathway to your place.

“This is me,” you announce as you come to a stop. “If I can be honest with you?”

“Please.” His eyes shimmer merrily.

“I think you undersold yourself when it comes to talking to women. You did just fine with me.”

“Really?” He steps closer, forcing you to look up to meet his soft gaze. “Even with all the dumb attempts at humor?”

“Mmm, yeah, maybe fewer jokes would be all right,” you grin cheekily. “You could always try sweet talk instead.”

In the dim light of the streetlamp outside your building, snowflakes swirling between you melt from his warm smile as his lips drift towards yours. “Gotta save something for our first date.”

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minisugakoobies · 2 years

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Third Time's the Charm | JHS

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: fluff, holiday, friends to lovers, OlderBrother'sBFF!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: drinking, pining, a lil’ smooching, Namjoon's a dance machine, it's as fluffy as a warm blanket on a chilly night

Word Count: 2.1K

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

Summary: After two close encounters with your brother's best friend, Hoseok, you decide the third time's the charm.

A/N: This is my second story for the Winter Wonderland Fic Event, run by the amazing @hellojeongkook! It's a short one, just a little soft Hobi to help us weather the storm of insta thirst traps he keeps dropping. Unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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The first time you almost kiss Hoseok, it’s your 21st birthday.

Namjoon visits you over his senior year spring break, declaring it’s his duty as your older brother to buy you your first (legal) drink. Of course, he doesn’t come alone, bringing best friend Hoseok with him. The two have been attached at the hip since elementary school, there for every major event in both of your lives so far, so naturally he’d be a part of your celebration, too.

And how you celebrate! At the pub across the street from your tiny apartment, Namjoon buys the first round, Hoseok treats you to the second, and then from there it gets a little blurry. At some point, a cute coed catches your brother’s eye, and he excuses himself to shoot his shot, leaving you alone in the corner booth with Hoseok.

Music thumping from a jukebox swirls around you as you hum to yourself, fiddling with your pint of beer. You feel warm and giddy, the alcohol working its dark magic as it burns through you, and glance at Hoseok only to find him staring at you.

“What?” you ask, suddenly self-conscious. Did he catch you dancing in your seat? You can’t help it, the song playing is so catchy.

Hoseok shakes his head. “Nothing. Sorry.” He looks away, taking a long sip, before glancing at you again. “I just realized I didn’t bring you a gift.”

You shrug. “You don’t have to give me anything! I’m just happy you’re here. You and Namjoon,” you add hastily.

Hoseok hums. “Of course we’re here. It’s your big day. Can’t miss that.”

You don’t reply, adrift in a dreamy haze as you peer at your brother’s friend. Countless times you’ve noted to yourself how handsome Hoseok is, and tonight is no exception, black hair swept off his face as he smiles at you softly. You try not to focus on those perfectly heart-shaped lips, but it’s like you’re hypnotized, unable to look away.

Suddenly, you’re intensely aware of how close the two of you are sitting. His thigh presses against yours, and the chill that runs through you makes no sense, given how flushed you feel. From the alcohol, of course.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you’d like?” Hoseok murmurs, and you snap out of your daze. His arm comes to rest on the back of the booth behind you as he turns towards you, dark eyes dropping to your lips as you shake your head. “Nothing I can give you?”

“I don’t know,” you reply, heart racing as his face tilts down to yours, “maybe… maybe there's- “

“BAM!”

A napkin is slapped onto the table in front of you. You and Hoseok both jump, moving away from each other as if you’d been shocked.

Your brother slides into the opposite bench as he grins. “How you like them apples?” He gestures to the napkin, on which a name and phone number is scribbled.

Hoseok inspects the crumpled paper. “It’s missing a digit.”

“Wait, what?”

As Namjoon realizes he’s been duped, you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. The space between you and Hoseok suddenly feels like a gulf. Pouring yourself another drink, you try not to think about the expression on Hoseok’s face as he’d leaned towards you.

Even after the many (many) drinks that come later, you fail miserably.

The second time finds you at another celebration - Namjoon’s graduation party.

Your parents, over the moon since he’s been accepted to the medical school of his choice (he’s been accepted to all the medical schools he applied to, actually… you’d be annoyed if he wasn’t such a wonderful older brother), spare no expense for his big bash. Their backyard is awash in revelers dancing up a storm in front of a live band, caterers mingling with guests, and well-wishers swarming Namjoon to shower him with compliments.

But you hang back on the edge of the party, sitting on the bench under your favorite maple tree, idly stirring your rum and coke as you observe the scene. There are too many strangers in your yard for your comfort. You’d much prefer a quiet, intimate dinner with your favorite people to something like this. Good thing it’s not for you.

Lost in thought, you don’t notice that you’re no longer alone.

“Not in a dancing mood?” Hoseok inquires. He leans against the tree, one foot propped as he smiles down at you.

“Not really.” You sip at your drink. “You taking a break? I think your fan club will miss you.” A gaggle of Namjoon’s former classmates are here tonight. As soon as the band struck their first chord, Hoseok dashed to the dance floor, and it wasn’t long before he had a crowd of starry-eyed admirers lining up for a spin.

Not that you could blame them.

Hoseok chuckles as he takes a seat on the bench, nudging you over slightly with his elbow. “They’ll be all right. They’ve got Namjoon to entertain them.”

As you both watch, your brother glides across the dance floor and shimmies into his signature move - pretending to drop a ball and kicking it. His onlookers giggle, even the one he nearly kicks in the shin.

“I keep telling him he uses that move too much,” you mutter as Hoseok snorts.

“It’s all he’s got, honestly,” Hoseok states as you laugh. He nudges you again. “Come on, come dance with us.”

“I’m fine here,” you insist. His elbow keeps poking your side and you swat at him playfully. “Quit it!”

It’s not lost on you that this is the closest you’ve been to him since that night at the bar, the night you try not to think about but can’t seem to get out of your mind. Like right now. Again.

He sits so near now that you catch his cologne, something bright and citrusy, invigorating while still sending a warmth flaring through you. It suits him so well.

“I just don’t like seeing you sit here by yourself, missing all the fun.”

“I’m not missing anything. I’m perfectly happy to sit here by myself. Don’t I look happy?”

It’s meant to be a quip, nothing serious, your response. But Hoseok takes his time, deep brown eyes sweeping over your face as he contemplates your words.

The silence between you stretches as the wind whips up, stirring the branches above. Shaken free by the breeze, a bright red leaf flutters down and lands in your hair. Hoseok quietly reaches out and plucks it loose, long fingers lightly brushing your cheek. The gentle touch makes your pulse race as though you’ve been electrified.

His tongue licks at the corner of his lips. “You look - “

“Hoseok! Hey!” One member of the fanclub has broken free of the pack. She approaches with a pout and a loud giggle. “You said it was my turn next and then you ran away!”

“Sorry,” Hoseok rubs the back of his neck. “Just needed to sit for a minute.” He shoots you an apologetic look before he gestures to the swaying crowd. “Lead the way.”

At the edge of the dance floor, Hoseok draws his impatient dance partner into his arms as the band plays a ballad. He casts one final look in your direction before they waltz away, disappearing into the throng.

By the time the band winds down, Namjoon and Hoseok are both gone, having taken the party elsewhere. You, however, remain in your perch, head tipped back to look at the night sky, wondering just how many stars to wish on to ensure that one comes true.

Christmas break finally arrives, and you make the long trek home. Senior year is kicking your ass and you cannot wait to spend several weeks camping out in your childhood bedroom, sleeping and pretending the world outside doesn’t exist.

You also can’t wait to see your family again. Namjoon will be home as well, of course. The two of you haven’t seen each other in months, since you spent the summer at an internship.

And you know Hoseok will be in tow.

It wouldn’t be the holidays without a party. This year, it’s your parents’ turn to host the family gathering. You spend the day helping decorate and prepare the house for an influx of merrymakers. As you string up some garland in the hallway, you pause to add an extra sprig of green.

Third time's the charm, right?

That evening, you can’t relax as guest after guest pour through the door. You hover in the hallway, but Grandma Kim sees you and forces you to join her in the living room so she can sit comfortably while she grills you about your (nonexistent) love life.

The butterflies that have taken up residence in your stomach stir to life as Hoseok enters the room. He’s immediately bombarded by your mother with a million questions about how he’s enjoying grad school. Your plan has not quite gone to, uh, plan, but you improvise.

“Hey Hoseok,” you greet him. “Come help me open some more wine. Grandma Kim needs a refill.”

He smiles, relieved to be rescued from your mother’s firing line, and accompanies you into the hallway. As you near the kitchen, you suddenly stop, Hoseok looking at you curiously.

“Say, what’s - “ You trail off in surprise as you glance up.

Where did it go?

“What are you doing?” Hoseok asks.

You shake your head. “Nevermind. I - I thought I saw a spider.”

Namjoon is in the kitchen, already uncorking another bottle of wine. He and Hoseok greet each other as if they haven’t seen each other in years and you roll your eyes at their dorkiness.

“Hey, do me a favor and hide the mistletoe next time Mom pulls out the holiday decorations,” your brother requests, and you nearly drop the wine glass you're clutching.

“Mistletoe?” you inquire innocently.

“Yeah.” Namjoon frowns. “I was in the hallway, taking little old Ms. Lee’s coat when she noticed it hanging over our heads. Next thing I know, she’s halfway up my chest like some sort of horny koala.” He shudders. “I can still taste her cigarettes. Ech. Anyway, I took it down right after that.”

Hoseok doubles over, cackling delightedly as you laugh halfheartedly. Figures your brother would thwart your plans. As you take a swig of the wine you’d poured for Grandma, you decide that some things just aren’t meant to happen.

By midnight, you’ve had enough of the festivities, so you retreat to the sunroom. Snow falls outside the windows, quietly coating the ground in a fluffy white blanket. You watch the flakes spiral through the air as you savor the silence.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

“And why’s that?” you question Hoseok as he joins you at the window.

Running a hand through his dark hair, he grins. “Because I know how much you love watching the snow come down. Remember that blizzard… god, was it ten years ago? I had to spend the night because your dad couldn’t drive me home. You slept in here that night so you wouldn’t miss a minute of the snow.”

“You remember that?” You barely recalled that night. The only thing that lingered was the sheer joy you’d felt as the snowflakes kept falling and falling. “Wow. I didn’t know you were so observant.”

He shrugs. “I catch things.”

In the silence that follows, he shuffles closer, until you can feel the fuzzy sleeve of his plush sweater gently rubbing your hand. You tear your gaze away from the snow to peer at him. The sharpness of his profile is softened slightly by the flickering glow of the Christmas lights hanging around the room. Your eyes rake over the cute little upturn of his nose, the roundness of his cheekbones.

He sees you looking. “You know you didn’t need mistletoe to get me to kiss you, right?”

“What?” Caught off guard, you blink rapidly. “I - what?”

“I told you,” he murmurs, tugging on the bottom of your sweater to pull you closer, “I catch things.” His arms loop around your hips as you dazedly peer at him. He laughs, and the merry sound sends your heart soaring. Gingerly, you place your hands on his chest, relishing the way his laughter rumbles through him.

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” he asks, head tipping towards yours, and you nod slowly, still caught in his spell. Hoseok’s lips brush against yours delicately, before you slide your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, ever closer.

Outside, the snowflakes continue to whirl, caught in a wintry wind, but all you know is warmth, wrapped in arms that feel like home.

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