A Holly, Jolly Crisis

Chapter 11

Fuelee by the influx of emotions you felt after Yoongi's visit, you finished writing around 3:00 AM Christmas Eve. Falling asleep in the light of your laptop, you awoke groggily around 4:00 AM and moved to your bed to continue.

Your alarm went off early and for a moment, you thought you were under attack and nearly fell out of bed. Then you remembered that, in a moment of stupidity, you'd done this to yourself. Wearily rolling from bed, you padded into the bathroom and washed your face.

Around 8:00 AM, you pulled on your coat and rushed out the door, yelling to your dad you needed to borrow the car. Luckily, he was fine with this and soon you were seated in the car on your way to Kinko's. It was the only copy place open on Christmas Eve, which you sorely needed since your dad's printer was broken.

After printing out your screenplay, you drove all the way to Hoseok's and parked at the curb. Here, you took several deep breaths and stared at his house.

It was as familiar to you as your own. There had been a point back in high school when you may have spent more time here than at your own house. You'd even had sleepovers because, to quote your mom, 'it was only Hoseok.'

This thought made your cheeks heat because he had been anything but 'only Hoseok.' You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about him that way in high school. You had often thought about Hoseok naked, and then immediately felt guilty because he was supposed to be your best friend.

If what Yoongi said was true though, you were the biggest pair of idiots because you'd liked Hoseok at the same time Hoseok had liked you. You'd both wasted so much time, love and energy on other people.

Removing the key from your ignition, you pushed open the door and promptly stepped in a snowdrift. Groaning out loud, you glanced down. Shaking your shoe free of snow, you limped awkwardly up Hoseok's driveway. Shoe squelching, you muttered some choice words about snow and where it could shove its puffy, white ass.

"... Y/N?"

Startled, you whirled and saw Hoseok emerging from his garage, snow shovel in hand. He stared at you in confusion, having seemingly overheard everything you just said. When he realized you were limping, his gaze dropped to your foot.

"Oh." Hoseok paused. "Sorry. I hadn't shoved yet."

"Hi. It's okay," you said, air frosting before you.

Hoseok nodded but didn't add on and you felt suddenly nervous. This was Hoseok standing before you. It was Hoseok and yet, it wasn't, because your Hoseok was completely untouchable. Your Hoseok was your ex-best friend, your childhood crush, and the man you were desperately, unrequitedly in love with.

This Hoseok – the one who maybe loved you back – was a stranger.

Remembering why you'd come, you tucked the papers under one arm and hurried forward. Hoseok was wearing a red puffer jacket which matched his cold cheeks. Coming to a stop, you fought the sudden nausea within you.

"Hey," you repeated.

Hoseok stared at you, a little bewildered. He seemed like he didn't understand why you were here, and you wilted a little, remembering how you'd left things at the holiday party.

"Why are you here?" Hoseok asked, echoing your thoughts.

"I wanted to give you this."

Awkward, you thrust out both hands with the papers. Hoseok stared blankly at the pages, then looked at you.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's my screenplay," you said. "Well, my new screenplay. I came up with a different idea after we talked."

Despite himself, a glimmer of curiosity entered his gaze. Hoseok glanced once more at the pages. "And why are you giving it to me?"

"Because I want you to read it," you said.

Hoseok's gaze flicked to yours. "I don't think you really want my opinion, Y/N."

"I do, though."

Something uncertain seemed to enter his gaze the longer he looked at you. "Y/N..." Hoseok said lowly. "I really don't think it's a good idea for us to be friends."

"Hoseok... please," you said quietly. "Please read it. Just this once?"

Hoseok looked at you another moment, then nodded and took the papers. Your hands touched for the briefest of moments and you felt your heart skip, but then he pulled back and the cold settled in.

No matter how much you wanted to blurt what Yoongi had said, you stopped yourself. This was what you'd decided sometime around midnight. It would be cheating to simply relay to Hoseok how Yoongi had said he felt. You needed to show him in your own way what he meant to you.

Hence, the screenplay and ungodly hour.

Hoseok looked at the papers, then back at you. "Alright," he said. "I'll try to read this sometimes this week, okay?"

Your heart sank a little, but you nodded. "Okay."

That was all you could hope for, really. One thing was for certain – your friendship couldn't continue the way it currently was. Something needed to change, one way or the other.

After another look, you nodded and turned towards your car. Sliding into the seat, you cranked up the heat and pulled from the curb. You tried not to look in the rearview mirror but failed as soon as you reached the stop sign. Glancing up, you saw Hoseok turn the papers over in hand.

Then you turned the corner and he disappeared.