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solastia · 6 years

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‘tis the season to be freezin’

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: Is that Jung Hoseok drunken caroling outside of my window at 2 am?

Word Count: 3,621

Genre & Warnings: College Au, FLUFF. Hobi being adorable. Gratuitous use of Jane Eyre quotes.

You heard Jung Hoseok before you saw his face.

It was the first day of English Literature 1A, a class you needed for the credits, despite it having nothing to do with your major. Still, you did appreciate the classics, so you didn’t mind too much. You’d arrived a few minutes early in the hopes of getting a decent seat near the front, a hope that was fulfilled when you stepped in and saw only a handful of students. The professor wandered in not much later, and class began right on time. You zoned out a bit since the topic was Jane Eyre, a book you’ve read countless times as well as watched every movie adaption there was. You could recite the story in your sleep.

You were losing the battle to keep your eyes open. Professor Jung was discussing Jane’s relationship with her Aunt and cousins and all the ways it affected her later in life. You were startled back to alertness when the faint sound of high pitched shrieking reached your ears. You sat up to try and focus on the sound as you realized it was getting closer. The professor stopped his lecture and with a deep sigh, gestured towards the closed doors.

“Everyone, meet...”

“GOOD MORNING CLASS!” The double doors were slammed open, and a voice that was both honey smooth and raspy shouted out his greeting as he ran inside.

“...My very late son. Hoseok, take a seat up front here, won’t you? And try not to be late again, it makes me look bad.” Your professor looked like he was fighting off a smile when Hoseok playfully salutes him.

“Yes sir, Professor Jung who I have never seen before in my life. By the way, your wife, who I have also never met before, would like you to grab some milk and dog food on your way home.” Professor Jung snorts and waits for the rest of class to cease their laughing before he goes back to his notes.

You’re further startled when out of the three rows of seats in the front, nine seats in total of which only two are taken, he settles noisily in the place to your right. He sets down his textbook and searches through his tiny hip bag. Finally, with an annoyed sigh, he turns to you.

“Hello! I’m Hoseok. Can I borrow a pen?”

You finally turn and examine the entirety of Jung Hoseok for the first time. The twinkling coffee-colored eyes, sharp jaw, and elegant nose were striking. However, it was the brilliant full smile that caught your eye. Your heart fluttered wildly, the room suddenly felt too warm, and a quote came to mind.

“A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor penciled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.”

Radiance. He was absolutely radiant. You’d offered a shy smile of your own and one of your precious, expensive pens that you never let anyone borrow, basking in his grateful smile like he was the sun personified.

After that first meeting, the two of you had become...well, semi-friends? You conversed easily enough during class when his dad wasn’t paying attention. You’d claim each other for projects and he never once moved his seat. You’d learned a fair amount about him since he always liked to swap stories of how your days were going. You’d discovered he was a music production major with a minor in dance. You learned his sweet tooth could probably rival yours.

Outside of class, however, it was mostly waves and smiles when you passed each other in the halls. He had a pretty intimidating looking group of friends, so you’d never been able to gather the courage to just go up and say hello. Not to mention, after a couple months Hoseok had developed quite the fan club, and women flocked to his group asking him to every event. You’d never actually seen or heard of him dating anyone, but you figured it was only a matter of time.

Even the one time you saw him at a party, you’d grinned and waved, but maintained your distance, hoping he would be the one to come to you. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself or him in front of his friends, thinking you were just another thirsty Hoseok fan. Instead, you’d stayed safely with your small group of friends on the other side of the living room, smiling wistfully as you watched Hoseok screaming and periodically dancing during several rounds of beer pong. You convinced yourself it was just your drunken imagination that it seemed like his eyes followed you around the room.

Every day seemed to find you falling more for Jung Hoseok. You admired his ambition and drive, his sweet personality that hid a surprising savage twist at times. He was hilarious and always kept you smiling and laughing in class. He was as loud as you were quiet, and you actually enjoyed his attempts to bring you out of your shell. One of your favorite hobbies became trying to find something new to frighten him with because he was surprisingly easy to scare. It also gave you a reason to buy him a cup of apology tea. His discussions that he often drew you into with his father during class showed intelligence and an ability to look for the good in the world, despite its vast darkness.

During one class discussion, Professor Jung had asked you all to close your eyes and envision someone special to you, then write down the words that came to mind. You’d rested your hands on the table and shut your eyes. Of course, Hoseok was the first thing you pictured. Suddenly, you’d felt pressure against your right hand. You opened your eyes just enough to peek under your lashes, and there was Hoseok’s hand. Skin to skin with your right hand. Pinky to pinky.

You’d glanced out of the corner of your eye and saw that Hoseok’s eyes were still closed. He probably didn't even realize what he did. You’d released a shaky breath and tried to casually grab your pen, maybe accidentally but not really brushing your whole palm against the back of his hand. You’d thought you might have seemed him jolt a bit, but since he didn’t say anything, you assumed you were safe. Pen to paper finally, you write down the words that came to mind when the vision of Hoseok laughing first appeared in your mind.

“Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.”

You’d sighed and tucked it away before sneaking a peek at Hoseok. He was smiling at you, but it was a smile you’d never seen on him before. One that got your heart fluttering and your knees weak. Soft and gentle. It disappeared in a flash and Hoseok finished writing his own quote while humming what you were pretty sure was the theme song for the Jetsons.

Eventually, the end of your first semester at college came to a close. You’d just finished your final for Lit 1A and began putting your things in your backpack so you could leave.

“Pssst.”

You glance up to see if Professor Jung is paying attention before whispering back. “What?”

“Wait for me? I just have like two questions left.” Hoseok asked quietly.

“Sure.” You responded, confusion evident in your tone. He’d never done that before. Sometimes you’d talk on your way to the door, but that was when everyone left at the same time.

You answered the texts you’d been ignoring during your test while you waited. It only took another five minutes, then with a whispered, “Let’s go,” you both gathered your tests and belongings before bringing them up front.

“I should have known the two of you would be one of the first ones done. I know Y/N probably did exceptionally well, especially since I included a Jane Eyre essay question with her in mind. How do you think you did, Son? I know you’ve actually been studying.” Professor Jung asked with a smile as he accepted our tests.

“Great, especially since I have a loving Father who wants me to succeed in life. Even though he’d rather put customized questions in for hot girls instead of his own son.” Hoseok quipped as you hung behind, hopefully unnoticed, as you choked on your own saliva hearing him refer to you as a hot girl.

Professor Jung laughed quietly and set the tests aside. “Y/N, I know you’re not a Lit major, but think about signing up for 1B with me next month. You and Hoseok both did great and kept the discussions going, so I’d think it’d be excellent to have you both back. Him, I can force. You, I’ll beg.”

“Well, since you begged me, I’ll see what I can do. You’re a great professor anyway, so it’s no hassle.” You laugh, giving a small wave goodbye as Hoseok grabs your elbow to drag you away from his dad.

As the two of you walked out of the classroom, Hoseok cleared his throat and asked, “So what are your plans for Christmas?”

“Oh, nothing really. I usually do holidays solo. My mom travels with her boyfriend. I’ll probably just chill with some cookies and movies. Get some pizza from Gregoria’s Pizzaria. Maybe try to talk them into making it Christmas tree shaped. You?”

“That sucks about your Mom. I’m just doing the usual family stuff. Dinner, presents, sneaking into the rum that was meant for cakes. Although I hate to tell you that Gregoria’s probably isn’t open on Christmas. They are just down the street from me, and I’ve never seen them open.”

“They are right across the street from me, and they are open every holiday except labor day. They’ve even made me four leaf clover shaped pizza for St. Patrick’s day.”

“Dude, I think we are neighbors then! I’m on 6310 Kyrene.”

“Oh my God, you’re the house with the yellow fence that always has that giant snoopy house thing for Christmas?”

“That’s us! I love Snoopy! Where are you at?”

“6302...”

“OH, I know that house. You guys never put any decorations up. My Mom complains every year that you mess up her aesthetics.”

“Ok, do you see me? I can’t put up all kinds of decorations by myself. Occasionally I’ll buy a small Christmas tree because I like the smell, but that’s if I’m feeling crazy.”

“Wow. I bet we’ve been to all the same places, all the same schools, and yet we are just now meeting. It’s like this cosmic fate thing where the universe decided we couldn’t meet until we reached a certain age, despite being so close to each other.”

“You sound like Namjoon now.”

“You know Namjoon?”

“Not really know. He’s in my philosophy class. He’s very into class participation.”

“Sounds like him. Listen, I’ll feel bad knowing that I’m that close feasting while you’re literally down the street eating pizza by yourself...probably in the dark...singing sad songs.”

“You have quite the scene plotted out there, don’t ya buddy?”

“Yes...it’s so sad. Do you have a cat? That would make it extra dramatic. Wait, I’m getting sidetracked. Oh yeah, I was going to say you should let me bring you some food. We live off the leftovers for like a week after Christmas so we won’t miss it. And bonus: if I tell my Mom it’s for my poor, sad friend living alone with only a cat for comfort, she’ll probably give you a whole pie.”

“I don’t have a cat.”

“Even better. You’ll get two pies.”

You chuckle softly, basking in the attention, as Hoseok holds the building doors open for you and the two of you walk outside into the chilly winter air. Hoseok must have seen you shiver because he took off his zip-up hoodie and placed it on you before you realized what was happening. You glance up at him with wide, confused eyes as he adjusts the overlarge jacket around you and places the hoodie on your head.

“It’s a bit big, but you look cuter in it than I do. You usually take the bus home right? Wanna ride?” He asks, and it takes you a second to respond as you’re still standing there confused by him and overwhelmed by being engulfed in the citrusy scent of Hoseok.

“I...err...yeah. I mean, no thank you. I actually have some errands to run, but I appreciate it. I’ll...see you around?”

“Yup. I’ll have to come by to get my hoodie, right?” He winks and saunters towards the parking lot, singing a butchered version of several holiday songs in one.

You didn’t know what to make of him. It certainly seemed like he’d been...flirting? With you? You shook your head at yourself, knowing that you shouldn’t think about it too deeply. He was just nice. That’s who he was. But it didn’t stop you from burying your face in his hoodie the whole bus ride to the shopping center, breathing in his scent happily.

You glance at your alarm. 2 am.

Someone was singing very loudly outside of your window at 2 am on Christmas day. Someone was about to be killed at 2 am on Christmas day, you decided, finally forcing yourself to sit up. It was cold, and you hissed when your feet touched the freezing floor. You searched around with your toes for your slippers, shoving your feet in quickly when you find them. You shuffled towards your window and peered out into the darkness.

It was actually snowing again, a thick blanket of it covering everyone's yards. You’re momentarily distracted by the beauty of the slight storm before a loud screech of “’tis the season to be freezin’” reminds you of your task. You search your front yard for the source and find it in a red snowsuit covered person building a snowman in your yard. You lift up your window and peek outside, shivering from the bitter cold.

“Excuse me, my dude. That’s cool and all, but can you keep it down?” You yell out, and the person turns to face you.

“Y/N! You’re up! I know you couldn’t do decorations, so I made you a snowman! Wanna build a snowman with me?” A very obviously drunk Hoseok slurs out, dancing around his large lumps of snow that looked more like a snow Jabba the hut than a snowman.

“Hoseok? What on earth...hold on. I’m coming down.” You slam your window shut, mumbling about idiotic men as you gather a jacket for yourself and stomp outside.

Hoseok’s smile is almost blinding when he sees you, and his nose and cheeks are red from the cold. He runs up to you and envelops you in a hug, sighing when his chilled face touches your warm cheek. He pulls back and grins at your startled expression.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” He screeches, excitedly gesturing towards his “snowman.”

“Merry Christmas. I see you’ve been celebrating already.” You giggle, thinking drunk Hoseok has to be one of the cutest things in existence.

“Yeah. My sister got home today, and we snuck an entire bottle of rum. Then I kept thinking about how you didn't have any decorations and probably no rum either...and it made me sad. So! I’m making you a snowman, and then I’m kidnapping you to come drink with me and let my mom feed you a pie. Isn’t that the best idea ever?!” Drunk Hoseok seems to be on a permanent loud setting, and you grin at his excitement, letting him grab your hand and pull you in the direction of his house. You guess he wouldn’t take no for an answer in this state, and since you were worried about him getting sick if he stayed out much longer, you give no resistance.

Once you reach the porch of his overly decorated house, he pushes the front door open before turning back to you and picking you up bridal style.

“Hoseok, what are you doing?!” You squeak as he adjusts you in his arms with a slight wobble.

“You’ve never been here before, so I have to bless the threshold.” He explains matter-of-factly as he walks you both into the entryway and kicks the door shut with his foot.

“That’s for brides, and you’re drunk. You’re going to drop me and crack my skull open all over your mother’s floor on Christmas.” You complain, and he chuckles and sets you down safely, albeit unsteadily, once he reaches the living room.

He takes off his snowsuit, revealing a simple outfit of jeans and a Christmas sweater that had a rapper Santa on it. He helps you with your jacket after and grins when your snowflake pajamas were revealed.

“So cute! You look like Elsa!”

“Shut up.” You chuckle and take his outstretched hand and let him lead you to the kitchen, where he poured the two of you some rum from the already half empty bottle.

He walked you back to the living room, and the two of you settled into the couch. You admired the large and extravagantly decorated tree as you sipped your drink, allowing the rum to warm you back up. You marveled out how quiet Hoseok had gotten and peeked at him to see if he’d fallen asleep. He most certainly was not.

He was staring at you, chewing his bottom lip like he was nervous. The expression on his face made you warmer than the alcohol did.

“There was another reason I wanted to bring you here.” He muttered quietly before getting up and picking up an envelope. It had your name on it in bright yellow glitter glue on the front. He hands it too you shyly then resumes his seat next to you, watching as you carefully tear it open.

Inside was a handmade card on notebook paper, the front of it a mess of glitter and Christmas themed doodles. Trees, snowmen, stockings, even a cat with a Santa hat. You grinned and opened it up, finding a written message on the inside.

“Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still. I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.”

These were two Jane Eyre quotes meshed together. Two of the most romantic Jane Eyre quotes meshed together. Your heart thumped wildly, and you stare at Hoseok in question.

“I, um, well. I remembered how much you liked when we did Jane Eyre in class. Do you remember when my Dad had us do that one exercise, where we had to close our eyes and envision someone then write down a quote? Well...I...saw you. Then I wrote down that first quote. I added the second one a few days ago when I got the courage to make it into a card.” Hoseok rushed his explanation, a blush taking over his cheeks that you didn’t think came from the booze.

“Hoseok...you...what does this mean?” Your voice was shaking, hope and uncertainty shining through your eyes.

“Do you maybe want to...date me?” He smiles gently, taking your free hand and tugging you closer.

“God yes!” You blurt out, before covering your face in embarrassment.

Hoseok shrieks excitedly and pulls your hand away, placing a couple of sloppy kisses all over your cheek.

“She said yes! It’s a Christmas miracle!” He yells, and you giggle at his cuteness.

“You realize as my girlfriend, you kinda have to stay for Christmas, right? You should probably plan on being here next year too. And certainly the one after that. Maybe all of them.” Hoseok tucks you into his side and laces your hand in his, stroking the back of it as he smiles happily down at you.

“I will. Merry Christmas, Hoseok.”

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

Many years later you find that card again, buried in a box full of Christmas decorations you’d pulled out to start decorating your home. You read it fondly, the words still having the power to warm your heart. You have an idea and grab one of your precious, expensive pens to write a message beneath Hoseok’s, and you punch a hole in the card, looping a ribbon through it to hang on your tree. Once done, you smile happily at the sight before heading outside to the two shrieking males, one dancing around in his huge red snowsuit, the other toddling after his father as they built a snowman.

“Reader, I married him.”

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