Drabbles

Taehyung peeks out the window as he shimmies into the pajama pants Jungkook gave him. Wind pushes snow against the side of the building in big, smooth drifts like waves. It's still coming down, fat flakes falling fast and hard as bullets, and when lightning strikes he jumps back from the window, yelping.

"I'm so sorry," he says as he walks back into the living room. "There's definitely no way I can leave tonight. Maybe not tomorrow."

"That's fine," Jungkook says. "We have presents for you and everything."

Taehyung only meant to stay long enough that the storm would keep him from his parents' Christmas Eve party with his mom's coworkers. He didn't mean to get stuck so long he'd miss spending tomorrow morning with his siblings, or intrude on Jungkook and Hoseok's Christmas.

"I'm sorry," Taehyung says again, voice wobbling, as Hoseok comes in laden with mugs. 

"Don't be sorry," he says. "Wow, handsome!"

That's silly—Taehyung is just wearing an old sweater and pajama pants of Jungkook's, a little big on him, comfortably worn though they smell clean and fresh from the laundry—but Jungkook giggles, almost like he's nervous, and says, "Taehyungie-hyung's always handsome."

Taehyung sighs as he sits down next to Jungkook on the couch. "I didn't mean to ruin your Christmas."

"You're not ruining anything," Hoseok says, stuffing a mug of hot wine into Taehyung's hands as Jungkook bundles a red fleece blanket over them all. It's a perfect piece of Christmas decor, both functional and festive, the kind of little touch their apartment is full of this holiday season. This cozy, clean domestic precision is far beyond Taehyung, who has once again proven he's just a disaster, that he can't plan ahead or think anything through.

"It'll be even more fun with you here," Jungkook says. "An extra Christmas present."

That seems like a shocking thing for him to say while his literally perfect boyfriend is sitting right here, on Taehyung's other side. They were just talking about how happy they are to share their first Christmas as a couple. But Hoseok just beams, petting first Jungkook's head and then Taehyung's with his arm draped along the back of the couch.

Taehyung ducks his face and takes a sip of the wine Hoseok gave him. It's warm in his hands and smells spicy and sweet, and he's excited to taste it—but it's horrible, bitter and medicinal and not as fruity as it smells at all. He can't keep himself from making a face—it takes a lot of effort not to gag.

"Oh, is it bad?" Jungkook asks, and that is what leads him to enthusiastically take a sip of his own. He lifts his face looking absolutely betrayed, tongue sticking out. 

"No, really?" Hoseok says. "This is Yoongi-hyung's recipe." He brings his mug to his lips, and holds himself very still to avoid reacting. "I like it," he says, voice thin.

Jungkook and Taehyung laugh as Hoseok sighs and starts collecting the mugs. "I'll make hot chocolate, how's that?"

"Much better," Taehyung says.

"Sure, if that's what Taehyungie-hyung wants," Jungkook says.

"Right." Hoseok stands and tucks the blanket back into Taehyung's side, rearranging things so somehow he ends up pressed right into Jungkook's side.

"It's Christmas," Hoseok says, looking right into Taehyung's eyes as he hovers over both of them. He taps Taehyung's chin and then Jungkook's, exactly the same way. "So Taehyung can have anything he wants."