It was warm when I entered the kitchen. Felt like the heater was put on the highest, but I didn't complain. I liked to feel warm.
To my surprise Kihyun stood in front of the stove and slowly stirred something in a small pot. It smelled nice.
"He looks like shit.", Kihyun murmured and turned towards one of the cupboards. "I thought he would like to have something sweet." He pulled out a big mug and I couldn't help but smile as I saw it was his favorite. The biggest one he owned and normally he wouldn't give it away.
"Can you pass me the glass on the windowsill?", he asked and pointed his head towards it as he grabbed the pot and started to pour the light brown liquid into the mug.
I turned around and saw a glass with small marshmallows in it. It wasn't there before.
I silently took it and passed it to him. "You know he wouldn't drink it if he knew you did it."
"I know.", he smiled, but it looked fake and kinda sad.
"Kihyun.", I sighed.
"Hm?"
"Why are you doing this? You two hate each other."
A low chuckle escaped his throat. "I don't hate him.", he shook his head while he started to decorate the mug with the marshmallows. "I never did."
I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned my butt against the table standing in the middle of the room.
"But you don't really act like you wouldn't.", I answered, voice letting it sound more like a question than a statement.
My roommate turned around, lifted his left eyebrow, than looked at the mug in front of him before he turned around to me again. "Really?", he huffed and smirked right after that.
"I have to confess", he sighed and observed his work before he decided there was some cacao powder missing on top of it. "I'm teasing him. A lot. Maybe that brought him to hate me." He shrugged and carefully strew the powder on top of the marshmallows. "But he wakes my motherly instinct just like everybody else."
"He doesn't even remember your name, Ki.", I mumbled, not wanting to hurt my roommate but also not wanting him to get disappointed.
He chuckled again.
"You think it's funny?" He continued chuckling but bit his lip now. "He calls you Kohyun..."
To my surprise his chuckle turned into a loud laugh. I was more than confused but decided to shrug it off and walked towards him.
"I'll bring it to him. He'll love it.", I quietly said and took the warm mug between my palms.
"Of course he will.", Kihyun mumbled. "You know, Hyungwon... Hoseok is one of those guys you look at and you exactly know what bothers him. He can't hide it.", he said and smiled at me softly.
It was rare to see my roommate like that and it confused me even more.
Before I could answer, he turned around and started to wash up. So I only thanked him quickly and left the kitchen, making my way back to my room.
To be honest, it annoyed me. Everybody seemed to know why he's upset, besides me.
Besides the one he called best friend. "This sucks.", I whispered to myself before I opened my door.
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Hoseok had silently drunk all of the hot chocolate, only mumbling an "thank you" and an almost silent "delicious".
After a while of just sitting around, both of us staring at our phones, I finally decided it was time to break this fucked up mood between us.
"Let's watch a movie.", I suggested and didn't even wait for his answer, simply grabbing my controller and let myself fall on my couch right next to him.
He glanced at me before he reached for the big blanked to his left, covering him fully inside.
"What about Can a song save your life?", I asked while I opened Netflix on my big ass screen.
He quickly shook his head.
"Wow, I thought you love this movie?"
"I do.", he responded. "But can we watch something funny, please?"
I stared at him for a few seconds, but nodded and searched for comedy. I scrolled through the movies until I saw one, we both loved and stopped. It only needed one short second of eye contact and a smirk from both of us and I pressed enter.
"So, it's Jumanji again.", he chuckled and snuggled even more in my blanked. My inner self started groaning, because I knew, it would smell like him for weeks again.
And his smell confused me. Because I loved it more than I should.
It only took him about 30 minutes of the movie until he sat like a child at the edge of the couch, laughing and clapping in his hands every time he found something incredibly funny.
Things like "Have you seen this?!" and "Oh my gosh I love her so much!", escaped his mouth more than once, causing me to get bubbly and happy on the inside as well.
It felt right. It felt just how it was supposed to feel. Hoseok laughing loudly, mouth wide open, his eyes getting smaller every time he shook his body when he loved a scene.
Cringing at the first kissing scene, he lifted his fists and boxed a few times against my arm, causing me to yell at him and ended with him laughing loudly and apologizing 100 times.
I loved every second of it.
As soon as the movie finished, Hoseok quickly run to toilet doing his business while I turned off my computer, plugging my light string in (I never slept without it) and changed into some sweatpants and a comfortable shirt.
My eyes searched for Hoseoks Sweatpants and his Hoodie he always wore when he was here. As soon as I found it, I pulled it out and put them on my bed.
When Hoseok returned, I already spread out on my couch, snuggling into two of my blankets.
"What are you doing there?", he asked with lifted eyebrows.
"Sleeping? Or at least preparing to."
"On the couch?"
"Yeah. You're always the one sleeping here, so I though today would be my turn."
He huffed and quickly got rid of his pants and his shirt, slipping with his legs into his sweatpants.
I already closed my eyes, trying my best not to tremble. It really wasn't that warm. I would need two more blankets to keep me warm... but I knew Hoseok wasn't feeling well. So I wanted him to take the bed.
I felt something fall onto me which caused me to open my eyes again. Hoseok stood in front of me, upper body uncovered, showing off his muscular chest and his milky white skin.
I could feel my cheeks heat up, so I quickly pulled my gaze away and observed the object he had thrown at me.
A big red hoodie.
"What is this?", I asked dumbly.
"A hoodie. Something you pull over your head to-"
"I know what this is.", I huffed.
"So why are you asking.", he shrugged and crawled under the blanket on my bed. I couldn't hide that I was a little bit envious. I wanted to cover my body with my warm blanket as well.
"You know I have a lot of hoodies here.", I silently mumbled, but nevertheless let my fingers run over the soft material of his Nike hoodie.
"Wear it or let it be.", his deep voice grumbled under the covers. "Good night, Hyungwon.", he quickly added.
I smiled.
"Good night, Hoseok."
In the middle of the night I woke up, pulling his hoodie over my head and relaxed as soon as I felt the comfortable warmth coming from it. It felt good.
Using my day off to light up the candles, the light strings and drinking hot tea while continuing this story. Hope you all feel well.