ONESHOTS

the nice list - jhs

note from holly: as part of the christmas events on my k0-fi page (censoring bc wattpad doesn't like you talking about it!!), i ran a poll for naughty vs nice. the members who got the most votes for nice were hobi, namjoon, and tae.

this is hobi's story from the collection. 

minors dni // originally posted to k0-fi

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It's just gone midnight when a knock at your door startles you. Living in an apartment block, it's not unusual for people to turn up at the wrong place - but arse o'clock on Christmas morning really takes the biscuit. You've been a right scrooge ever since your break up earlier this month, and quite honestly, you had just wanted the entire season to be over.

The knocks grow impatient, and quite honestly, you're annoyed.

Hadn't yet gone to bed, but had started your wind down for the evening. Will be travelling to see family in the morning.

"Alright, alright! I'm coming!" You hiss, loud enough for anyone listening to hear - but as you reach the peephole and realise who's at the door, you know he won't have heard jack shit. "You've got to be kidding me."

With a sigh, you shut your eyes. Tilt your head back. Are loud, as you say, "Go home, Hoseok."

Upon hearing your voice, he stops knocking. Looks like he's seen a ghost, even if the door is still closed.

"You're in!" He says, then sighs in relief. "Let me in!"

"Go home!"

"I'm gonna piss my pants," he wails for everyone to hear. Is drunk as a skunk and knows that if he doesn't find a bathroom soon, your hallway will be the latest bullet point on the list of places he's disgraced himself. "Plea-"

Pulling the door open, Hoseok's balance goes. He stumbles into your apartment as you walk a little further back, arms crossed to cover the fact you aren't wearing a bra - not that he'd noticed in a state like this.

"It's bloody Christmas Eve!" You scold him - then sigh when you realise just how gone he is. "Third door on the right."

He doesn't need reminding. Used to live here. Used to spend Christmas with you. Used to spend every day with you, in fact.

You'd kind of thought that the rest of your life would be spent with him, too.

"Angel," he says, then stumbles down the corridor. Closing your eyes, you swallow back a sigh. Close the door. Sit on the edge of the sofa and wait for him to reappear - but before you know it, it's been fifteen minutes and there's silence from the bathroom.

"Seok?" You call out, and are met with no response.

Rounding the corner as you reach the bathroom, you're not surprised by the sight in front of you. Boxers pulled up, his trousers are still around his ankles as he mellows out on the bathroom floor. Hair a mess, he's wearing a novelty Christmas shirt and is without a coat. Must have been freezing.

Good.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, eyes closed. "Gimmie a second."

You shake your head. Are exasperated as you say once more, "It's Christmas eve, Seok. Why are you even here?"

Knowing him, and how his liver decides to not play ball whenever he drinks, he's probably only had a couple - but it's been a while since you've seen him like this.

Eyes still closed, he reaches for the pocket of his shirt and rummages around before pulling out a crumpled plastic leaf.

"Some woman," he says. "She wanted me to kiss her. So I stole her mistletoe and ran away."

"Doesn't explain why you're here."

He pouts. Frowns, even. "Ran home. Stupid."

But it's not been home for a month. Not since he told you about the job offer he wanted to take, even if it meant spending months on end in another country. Had killed your relationship with a single blow, 'cause while maybe you could have done long the distance, the fact he was hell-bent on accepting the offer without even speaking it through with you just proved the job meant more than you did.

"You don't live here," you tell him quietly.

And even if he currently has his pants down on the bathroom floor, drunk and far too loose-lipped for his own good, Hoseok is still Hoseok. You wish you were in the position to tuck him up in bed with a glass of water and some tablets for his inevitable morning headache. But you can't. And it makes you want to sob.

"You do, though," he says, pulling himself up. Is rat arsed and probably won't even remember this in the morning. Steadies himself on the sink. Barely. "My new place isn't a home. Not when you're not there."

"Seok-"

"I didn't take it," he interrupts. Had tried so hard to not tell you. To stay away. Knows that by not taking the job, he put you both through hell for nothing - but he also realised in your month apart that life without you is hell, regardless.

You're quiet as a mouse when you ask, "What?"

Shaking his head, he lets his eyes meet yours - and even if he is drunk as anything, he's of perfectly sound mind when he says, "What good is success when you can't share it with your best friend?"

"You're the one who chose-"

"And I chose wrong," he says defiantly. Wobbles, a little. Shrugs. "I'm sorry. I just- I was just running and then I was here and now I'm telling you all this shit that you don't wanna hear and I-"

"Sleep on the couch," you interrupt, now. He's in no state to be having this conversation - but you want to have it when he is.

Nervously, he checks if you're sure.

"Didn't tell Santa you'd moved," you shrug, as if it's a valid enough excuse. "Will be easier for him if you just stay here."

Hoseok doesn't argue against you. He wants his old bed back but knows better than to ask. Sleeps on the sofa.

And come Christmas morning, when you wake up to find him making your favourite pancakes to apologise for the night before, you think that maybe Santa did deliver you a present after all.