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: Hoseok: Loving Your Ass is Exhausting (but I'm not Telling You That)

Summary:

You show up at Hoseok's house and this is just a little snip-it of him taking care of you and thinking about how he feels.
A/n: this is the first time in a really long time I’ve written something that isn’t a request, so bear with me, I’m a little rusty. I may have also googled a bunch of quotes and ideas to put in here, so…

Third Person P.O.V.

Hoseok had been sleeping.  Key word: had.  But for some unknown reason, someone decided it would be an awesome idea to interrupt his private—and rather pleasant—dreams about his best friend being a female stripper.  So when he opened, the door, he was—to say the least— very confused.

Maybe he was still dreaming.  Because there she was.  His best friend was on his doorstep: wearing a tiny shirt and just-as-miniscule shorts, drenched from head to toe—and covered in glitter.  She looked at him with glazed eyes and a half sleepy, half bubbly smile before pushing past him into the small house.  He just shook his head in disbelief and chuckled before closing the door again and following her into his kitchen.  She was already leaning on the counter and looking through the fridge for something to eat.

“Y/n, do you remember when you used to ask me to come in before entering my home and stealing all my food?”  The woman just nodded and pulled out his jar of personalized Nutella.  Seriously, she thought, why did he even put his Nutella in the refrigerator?  But she just shrugged to herself in unconcerned acceptance.  Whatever he wants to do, I guess.  You really couldn’t be bothered to care about a number of things right now because of the pounding headache you were experiencing.

“So, are you going to tell me why you showed up to my house—in a wet crop-top and boy-shorts, no less—and decided to raid my kitchen?  Or are you going to make me guess?”

“Somebody’s a little salty this evening,” you teased, unscrewing the lid to the jar of hazelnut goodness.  “I was at a party and decided it would be more fun to come bother you,” you told him as you searched his drawers for a spoon.  How could I have possibly forgotten where the damn silverware is?

“And how exactly does that explain the fact that you look like a trashy version of a fairy?”

“Excuse you, this trashy fairy is not happy with your attitude, mister.  And last I checked, my appearance is none of your concern, mom.  You’re not my boyfriend, so I don’t know why you keep acting like it.”

“Don’t you have to go be annoying somewhere else?” he asked after a few seconds of irritation as you finally found a spoon in the drawer next to his dishwasher.

“I do, but you’re fun when you’re angry.”  Hoseok just shook his head at your antics.  You were only ever this annoying when you were—wait…

“Y/n, are you drunk?”  You didn’t answer immediately because you had the spoon in your mouth.  Swallowing that bite, you considered telling the truth.

“No… you’re just kind of blurry.”  He rolled his eyes at you and huffed, going to the small medicine cabinet above the stove to grab the bottle of what he claimed to be ‘alcohol eraser’.  The only reason he even owned stuff that was specifically for curing intoxication was because of you.  He almost never drank, and even then, he was way more responsible about it than you were.  He got out a cup and filled it with water for you and opened the small bottle, taking out two tablets of the medication.  Before handing you the three items, he remembered from experience that puke wasn’t the easiest thing to clean off of his kitchen floors.  Hoseok told you to put down the Nutella before taking you by the wrist and dragging you through the tornado of clothing on his floors and into his bathroom—which, as soon as you entered, made you do a double take.

“What is that smell?  Your home is a mess,” you criticized through your haze of drunkenness.  “You could've at least cleaned the bathroom.”  He just scoffed at you as he put the toilet lid down and helped you sit, giving you the trash bin just in case you hurled.

“Had I known I was going to have guests at three o'clock in the morning, I'm sure I would've.”  You giggled at his response and took the glass of water from his hand (read: swatted at his hand until your numb fingers closed around something that just so happened to be the cup).  Taking the medicine, you slowly downed the water before realizing that you were cold; very cold.  On instinct, your body started shivering and you remembered that your clothes were sopping wet.  Without even giving Hoseok a warning, you began stripping to your underwear.  He shielded his eyes almost immediately, had that second of hesitation not been caused by his interest in you (obviously unbeknownst to your half-drunk state).

Although the urge to step closer and hold you in his arms to warm you up was stronger than words could describe, he acted on instinct and left the bathroom to do two things: find you some fucking clothes that wouldn’t give him a fucking boner just from looking at you and to bring the empty glass back to the kitchen.  He decided to do the latter first.

As he went through these two tasks, Hoseok began wondering if you would ever see him as more than just a big brother.  He told himself that it didn’t matter more times than he could count, but he always knew he was lying.  It was the only thing he thought about, day in and day out.  Or at least that’s how it felt to Hoseok since he was certain that you never thought about him.  Sometimes he wonders if it would have been better if he hadn’t met you at all just so he wouldn’t have to be in this situation.

But then he remembers that you’re his best friend.  And not to mention he really needs you in his life.  No matter how annoying you may get, no matter how many other friends he may make, no matter if he ends up falling utterly, helplessly in love with you.  His life would never be the same without you, and that’s something that makes him remember to smile every time he sees you; even through the irritation and little stab to the chest he gets every time he thinks about you.

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