My Muse || Sope

-Twenty-One-

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"Merry Christmas, Yoongibear!" Hoseok jumped on my bed, his knee hitting me in the crotch.

"Ah, fuck! G-get o-o-ff."

Hoseok's eyes went wide as he realized what happened. "Shit, I'm so sorry!"

"Jesus, Hoseok. Way to start off the day." I chuckled as I sat up in my bed, grunting at the discomfort.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing that you're the bottom in the relationship." Hoseok winked as he exited my bedroom.

My cheeks and ears turned a bright red as I followed him to the kitchen. On the table, there was French toast, with eggs and bacon. Taehyung and Jungkook sat on one end, already digging in. I smiled. "Breakfast? I'm shocked."

Hoseok laughed before pinching my cheek. He motioned for me to sit down across from him. "It's Christmas! My mom would always make this breakfast for Christmas morning, so I figured I would make it for you."

My insides felt warm as he mentioned his mom. He clearly loved his mom, I could tell from the huge, bright smile, and how his eyes were sparkling. "You're close with your mom?"

Hoseok's smile wavered a little, but the sparkle in his eyes remained. "She is my favorite person on the planet. She is, uh, sick. I try and visit her when I can."

"Why didn't you mention that she was sick? You shouldn't have to go through any of that alone." I reached a hand out to cover his. He raised his head and released a breathy chuckle.

"Yeah, you're right. I don't know why I didn't tell you."

I took a bite of my food, instantly taking in the cinnamon and the slight taste of honey, one of my favorite things on the planet. "These are delicious, Hoseok."

Taehyung, mumbling due to the food stuffed in his mouth nodded aggressively. "So fucking delicious." He swallowed, clearing his throat so we could fully understand him. "Jungkook can't cook for shit so it's nice to know that at least one of us ended up with a guy who can cook."

Jungkook threw a piece of bacon at Taehyung, making us all laugh. Hoseok seemed to be filled with a sense of pride. "I'm glad you all appreciate my cooking. Although, I will agree that Jungkook absolutely cannot cook."

"Why are you all so mean to me?" Jungkook pouted.

Taehyung nudged my arm, leaning close so he could whisper into my ear. "You hanging in there?"

I forced a smile, nodding.

"Does he know?"

"No." My voice was small. He gave me a cautious look before his lips formed a thin line. He went back to eating his breakfast, but sometimes I would catch him looking in my direction. I could tell that Hoseok loved Christmas. He was smiling brighter than normal. I wouldn't want to ruin it for him with my sadness.

"Breakfast was delicious, Hoseok. Thank you." Jungkook stood up, grabbing Taehyung's plate and placing them in the sink.

"I'll wash the dishes, Jungkook. You don't have to worry about it." I had to keep my mind occupied.

He smiled at me before grabbing Taehyung's hand, dragging him into the living room. They curled up on their couch, Christmas pajama-covered legs crossing over each other's.

"Cute." Hoseok whispered as he stood up from the table.

I scrubbed the dishes while Hoseok dried. Our conversation had been nonexistant, something that was unusual, since Hoseok loved to talk. It made me worried that he could sense my change of demeanor.

"Yoongi?"

Shit. Here it comes.

"Yeah?" I passed him a newly cleaned plate for him to dry.

"You still owe me that date, you know." He winked, making my anxious heart settle down a little.

I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "You're right, I do." I gave him a smile, trying to seem as authentic as possible.

"We should do that later this week. I have to leave for Japan in ten days, so I want to soak up as much of you as possible."

"What are you a sponge?" I laughed.

He hit me with the towel he was using for drying the dishes before imitating the sound of a wet sponge.

After our laughter died down, the silence returned. It haunted over us like a ghost, or a demon, trying to suck out all of our truths. It made me want to confess everything to Hoseok. The pain in my chest was worse this year. Having to keep it in made it harder. It was harder to get out of bed, to move, to breathe. But Hoseok also gave me the push I needed. The motivation I needed.

Hoseok cleared his throat as he put the last plate up in its rightful home. He didn't meet my eyes. He placed the towel on the counter before pecking my cheek. On his way out of the kitchen, he turned to face me, looking directly into my eyes. "And maybe on that date, you could tell me why you're acting so odd today."

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In the Christmas spirit in May🎉

Next update will be part two of the Christmas chapter.

After that, prepare for my usual angst.😏

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In other news: THE NEW FUCKING ALBUM DROPPED TODAY I AM DEAD. I WAS NOT READY.

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I am actually considering writing a sad ending for one of my stories, but I don't know if I want to be that cruel. 🙃