Snow and Fireworks
Authour: freelancejouster
Retrieved from: Ao3
Words: 3841
Ship: Jimin×Hoseok
Summary:
"Why are you dragging me outside? Taehyung. Taehyung it's snowing."
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Hoseok shivered in his sweater. It was thick and white and soft, but the relatively loose knit definitely wasn't appropriate for going outside at the tail end of December. "Why are you dragging me outside? Taehyung. Taehyung it's snowing."
"Just trust me," Taehyung mumbled, voice cracking just a little as it so often did lately. Just barely sixteen and a blur of fading pink hair, he pressed his hands deep into Hoseok's back to shove him out the sliding doors and out onto the balcony. Hyejin cackled behind him, pointedly not helping either of them.
"Trust you?" Hoseok asked, imitating the crack in his voice and earning himself a scowl from the other boy.
"Dude," Taehyung said flatly, poking viciously at Hoseok's sides to prod him out the door.
"Can't I trust you with appropriate clothing on?" Hoseok asked, grabbing onto the door frame to halt his forward motion. The metal was so cold that it hurt, biting into his skin, but he held on anyway, wet little snowflakes landing on his knuckles.
"No," Taehyung said shortly, (Hoseok ignored Hyejin's snort) with another forceful shove and then Hoseok was stumbling forward, tripping a little out the door. He was suddenly grateful for how large the balcony was.
If they'd been gone to Yoongi's crappy studio apartment like the initial plan had been, he'd have probably fallen off if Taehyung had shoved him out the door like that. The balcony there was about a three by three little box that Yoongi really only went out onto if he wanted to smoke and not go downstairs or stink up his living room. It was ugly and littered with cigarette (and other) stubs and Hoseok would have tumbled right over the wiggly railing to his death.
As it was, Taehyung had convinced his parents to let them use their cabin for their New Years Slash Taehyung's Birthday Party as long has his older brother, Seokjin, came with and made sure that they didn't light the place on fire or whatever — which was a pretty valid concern, now that Hoseok thought about it, what with Namjoon having talked about making homemade fireworks to light up as the new year came in.
("For you, babe," he'd said, turning his big, moony nerd eyes on Taehyung who had melted into a weird little puddle of butter immediately. Wheein and Hyejin had made obvious and exaggerated gagging noised, but Hoseok thought they were cute when they weren't gross. But to be fair they were gross pretty often.)
They'd been calling it the NYSTBP for short, which Taehyung had coined and Hoseok had used endlessly to both of their amusement. It had been everyone's amusement initially, but after awhile only they had really thought it was funny.
That was how to be a friend, by supporting their weird decisions and then hyping them up if possible. Not by shoving them out onto a balcony in probably sub-zero temperatures and then closing the door behind them.
"Don't be such a baby, it's like twenty degrees. You'll be fine," Taehyung said through the glass in response to his complaining, hand moving to lock the door behind Hoseok. The glass fogged a bit with the force of his breath. Hyejin reached over and drew him a heart in the condensation.
Taehyung glanced over at her with a wrinkled up nose. "That was like ... in my mouth."
Hyejin crossed her arms, tossing her blonde hair over a shoulder and made a face. "Oh god, you're right."
