Jung Hoseok Oneshots

Christmas Tree

"Come on y/n!"

When Hobi found out that you planned to buy a Christmas tree, he was already out the door, clumsily shrugging on a coat while pulling on shoes at the same time, somehow.

"Okay I’m coming…slowly," you replied, slipping on your shoes watching from the open front door, your boyfriend bouncing on his feet by the car.

The sight had you shaking your head with an adoring smile.

The ride in the car was the definition of Christmas spirit. As soon as you sat in the car, Hobi had plugged in the aux cord and played the first Christmas playlist he could find while the both of you sang along, although he belted out the words that he did know. You didn’t know where he got his energy from, that seemed to be a question that you had been asking yourself ever since you met him. It couldn’t have been 10am, and you knew despite his energising character that he wasn’t a morning person, but as soon as you talked about your activity for the day, it flicked a switch inside him. You could physically see the light takeover him, his eyes brightening in the span of half a second.

The closer you got to the Christmas tree farm, the musky smell of pine overtaking the car freshener, the less contained your excitement was, your buzz now on par with the man next to you. In fact, once arriving, Hobi had complained because at one point your grip on his hand had cut off all circulation.

"I didn’t realise you were so strong, babe," he said, rubbing his palm comfortingly while you both walked to the field of trees.

"I’m sorry, baby," you pouted, and held out your own hand towards him.

He pouted back, narrowing his eyes in playful suspicion, his lips pressed in a way that his dimples indented his skin. But alas, he hadn’t the strength to reject your puppy eyes.

Skipping through the rows of trees that ranged from all sizes, the ground oddly cushioned and spongy beneath your feet. You had both stopped at several that were too big for your living room and you had a hard time to say no to him—he was like a toddler.

"Babe, look at this one!" He pointed enthusiastically at one that was definitely over seven foot tall which made you sigh.

"Hobi that isn’t going to fit," you feigned laughter, rubbing your face with your palm. This was probably the fifth time you had to tell him this.

He giggled, his eyes diminishing into crescents. "Aw come on y/n."

"Noooo," you pulled him away and pointed at another that was nearby and of course smaller. "Look, what about this one?"

Huffing, but nodding his head soon after he said, "yeah you’re right."

While hauling it on top of the car and tying the ropes down, you both gushed over decorating the tree and how magical it will look in the living room. The conversation had you singing even louder on the way back, you were surprised your throats weren’t red raw by the end of it.

Getting it into the house was another thing though. Your laboured groans and complaints of pain when the pine needles poked your skin filled the room. Pushing it in the space between the sofa and wall, neither of you could really see where the hell you were putting it or if it looked good, but not to worry. Your eyebrows scrunched when you heard a crunch or more specifically, chewing. Looking to the centre of the room, you saw Taehyung standing there munching on some snacks he managed to find in your house.

"A little to left," he spoke, motioning with his hands.

You and Hobi did what he said, but halted, looking at each other with further furrowed brows.

"Taehyung, what are you doing here?" you asked, standing up straight.

"Me and Jiminie and a fight," he sighed, then continued to munch on his snack.

"A fight," you confirmed as he nodded sullenly. "Taehyung you should know by now that a fight is nothing between you both."

"Yeah, well, this time it’s unforgivable," he said bitterly.

How melodramatic.

"Well, I’m not gonna ask, but I think you guys just need to talk it out ok?" you said, pushing him hastily towards the door. "How did you even let yourself inside?"

His face that was once begrudged with protest at your keenness of getting rid of him, lit up like he had forgotten. "Ah, Hobi-hyung gave the guys a spare key," he smiled wide.

Looking back at Hobi with a slight glare, he just shrugged in response, avoiding eye contact—he could never survive under your heated gaze.

"Well I think we’re going to have to have a chat about that, and you're paying us back," you grumbled, pointing at the snack packet in Tae’s hand as he smiled back sheepishly.

After decorating the tree, you both sat on the sofa, a thermal blanket over you as the Christmas lights that twirled around the pine branches set a golden glow, the only light to exist as the evening blue had darkened the outside. The cup of cocoa that you both held in both hands had gone lukewarm as the lights had you in a trance, no wonder there was always a fuss over Christmas trees.

"It’s pretty," you whispered, Hobi humming in concurrence.

"You’re pretty too," he softly said back.

You laughed at that. "Am I not more pretty?" you asked with a raised brow and looked at him.

He hummed as if in thought. "Maybe if you wrapped some tinsel around you."

Shaking your head, you slapped his chest, careful not to knock his mug out his hands, his giggles filling the room. When he had calmed down, he found his eyes stuck on you. The golden light warmed your skin and highlighted your cheekbones and cupids bow, the image so addicting that his limbs moved faster than his brain could comprehend. With one free hand, he pinched your chin softly before placing his lips on yours. His lips tasted of the cocoa, and when he pulled away, his caramel skin that was adorned with the same golden light, making it look like he was kissed by fireflies, was the cherry on top to make you blush. Crumpling into his chest, nuzzling the warmth with your nose, you listened to his calming heartbeat. Kissing the crown of your head, you both watched the Christmas lights on your tree again, the evening ending perfectly.