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Birthday Everyday
Bangtan Boys give Hoseok a surprise birthday party, except its days late of his actual birthday.
Yay! Happy birthday Hobi~
Birthdays are supposed to be celebrated on the day itself not days before or after the exact date a person gets out of his mother’s womb.
This Jung Hoseok knows so well that’s why he doesn’t understand why he is forcibly glued to the dining chair and surrounded by his friends slash members and their menacing smiles at ass o clock in the morning of February 21. There are tons of sinful foods laid out on the dining table – pizza, tacos, soft drinks, beer, cake – and really on a normal time Hoseok would dig in and be extra happy about the foreboding sugar rush such food entails, but at midnight?
He’d rather not.
Just thinking about the grueling hours he’d have to spend on the gym just to melt the fats off makes him cringe.
But still, the smiles on his friends’ faces as Jimin pushes the cake, twenty-three candles lit up on top of it, doesn’t seem like a good sign he can pass on the food they prepared for him.
A loud “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOSEOK HYUNG!” rings throughout the small room, bouncing off the walls and reverberating back to Hoseok’s ears. The maknaes are quick to shove Hoseok forward towards the cake, encouraging him to blow it, but really Hoseok is just damn scared the flame would set his face on fire with how close he is to it now. An awkward smile decorates itself on his face, you know, that smile he does when his right eye somehow twitches while all innocence and lost reflects on the other. It’s that smile he unconsciously makes when he lies to people, but Yoongi would rather name it his emotionally-constipated face.
“Congrats, man. You are officially one year closer to wearing grandpa diapers,” It’s Yoongi hyung. It’s always Yoongi hyung who makes awkward jokes like this. He laughs at it before a plate full of slices of junk food (“Yes, finally decent food for a growing adolescent man!” according to Taehyung) is shoved onto his hands by a seemingly hyperactive Jimin.
“Here you go, hyung. Food for the Gods.”
Hoseok looks at the messy arrangement of food on his plate and is tempted to say that Gods wouldn’t probably eat pizza smothered with mango cake icing, but he’s too kind for that. Instead, he wipes the remnants of icing on Jimin’s lips and offers him soft drinks instead. Why do they even have beer? They have schedules tomorrow. Responsibilities to fulfill. Dignities to uphold. And all that crap.
He scoots next to Seokjin who is preoccupied on mixing the soft drinks with beer, all the while a massive grin spread on his entire face. “Hey hyung…” he starts safely. “Thanks for…this. But didn’t my birthday end a few days ago? You know, day before gayos? Night of the gayos?” Hoseok munches on his tacos, wait is that pepperoni and bacon? He scrunches his face before he eats it and wow it tastes quite delicious.
A tap on his shoulder. “You know, Hoseok. My dear, pleasant moodmaking Hoseok,” A concoction being shoved onto his hand. “It can be your birthday whenever you want. We can even celebrate your birthday every day of the year, if you want.” Seokjin offers a lopsided grin on his dongsaeng and clicks his own glass with Hoseok. He finishes it in one gulp and raises it in satisfaction. Nearby, Namjoon shakes his head in exaxsperation and pulls Seokjin away from Hoseok.
“It’s all Yoongi hyung and Taehyung’s fault,” He helpfully supplies as he takes the glass away from Seokjin and places it on a nearby end table. “They snuck in a couple bottles of vodka and put it on everyone’s jugs and you know how hyung’s alcohol tolerance is,” Namjoon shakes his head once again and drinks his own glass of Seokjin’s concoction. He drinks with ease and doesn’t even flinch when he slams it on the table. It renders Hoseok speechless, but not with what Taehyung and Yoongi hyung did, but wow Namjoon can hold his drink. Oh yes, he can.
Meanwhile, the chaos has permeated their living room. Taehyung and Yoongi are whisper-shouting “Shots! Shots! Shots!” to the other members as they messily pour vodka on mugs, spilling some of it on the coffee table and oh shit the carpet!
Hoseok scrambles towards the living room, trying to catch the spilling vodka, but it’s too late and liquid aren’t meant to be caught by thin, long fingers anyway so there the liquid goes, down, down, shubedubedewap, sugar it’s going down sloshing. He yelps and tumbles down to the floor, yet his members barely even spare him a glance.
Except Jungkook.
Oh dear, beloved Jungkook with a glare on his face.
He stretches his hand and offers it to his Hoseok hyung. Hoseok, for his part, thanks him in the form of hair-ruffling. This only makes Jungkook glare at him more. Together, they stand there with their arms folded on their chest as they gape at the commotion in front of them. Yoongi and Seokjin are hugging each other while jumping and loudly singing Trampoline. Jimin has taken off his shirt and is trying to demonstrate his supposed-to-be audition piece for Magic Mike and Taehyung? Taehyung is talking to their sofa. Nothing too abnormal about that. In the midst of it all, Namjoon still has his hands on his face as he slumps on the sofa. Hoseok can make out the faint whispers of “How did I let this happen? Why did I even try to become an idol? I should have just been a Law student rapping about the constitution in underground rap battles”
“I hate them,” Jungkook says as he continues to glare at his hyungs.
“Why? Isn’t this the adulthood you imagined?”
Jungkook twists his head to the side and moves closer to where Hoseok is, glare as scary as Hoseok’s mother when angry. “What adulthood?! Seokjin hyung doesn’t even give me alcohol! Tells me I’m too young to drink!”
Hoseok mouth twitches and really that probably is a bad move considering how Jungkook’s bordering on Super Saiyan mode now.
“I’m nineteen years old already, hyung! Give me something to drink!”
Ah yes, there goes the familiar Jungkook. The whiny Jungkook. Hoseok pats him on the shoulder and gets him a cup of Sprite as consolation.
“Cheer up maknae, here,” Hoseok gives him the soft drink and his plate. “Food for the Gods”
And really, Jungkook’s groans are drowned by Hoseok’s own thirst for a shot.
Happy birthday to him indeed!
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Yay! Happy birthday Hobi~
Birthdays are supposed to be celebrated on the day itself not days before or after the exact date a person gets out of his mother’s womb.
This Jung Hoseok knows so well that’s why he doesn’t understand why he is forcibly glued to the dining chair and surrounded by his friends slash members and their menacing smiles at ass o clock in the morning of February 21. There are tons of sinful foods laid out on the dining table – pizza, tacos, soft drinks, beer, cake – and really on a normal time Hoseok would dig in and be extra happy about the foreboding sugar rush such food entails, but at midnight?
He’d rather not.
Just thinking about the grueling hours he’d have to spend on the gym just to melt the fats off makes him cringe.
But still, the smiles on his friends’ faces as Jimin pushes the cake, twenty-three candles lit up on top of it, doesn’t seem like a good sign he can pass on the food they prepared for him.
A loud “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOSEOK HYUNG!” rings throughout the small room, bouncing off the walls and reverberating back to Hoseok’s ears. The maknaes are quick to shove Hoseok forward towards the cake, encouraging him to blow it, but really Hoseok is just damn scared the flame would set his face on fire with how close he is to it now. An awkward smile decorates itself on his face, you know, that smile he does when his right eye somehow twitches while all innocence and lost reflects on the other. It’s that smile he unconsciously makes when he lies to people, but Yoongi would rather name it his emotionally-constipated face.
“Congrats, man. You are officially one year closer to wearing grandpa diapers,” It’s Yoongi hyung. It’s always Yoongi hyung who makes awkward jokes like this. He laughs at it before a plate full of slices of junk food (“Yes, finally decent food for a growing adolescent man!” according to Taehyung) is shoved onto his hands by a seemingly hyperactive Jimin.
“Here you go, hyung. Food for the Gods.”
Hoseok looks at the messy arrangement of food on his plate and is tempted to say that Gods wouldn’t probably eat pizza smothered with mango cake icing, but he’s too kind for that. Instead, he wipes the remnants of icing on Jimin’s lips and offers him soft drinks instead. Why do they even have beer? They have schedules tomorrow. Responsibilities to fulfill. Dignities to uphold. And all that crap.
He scoots next to Seokjin who is preoccupied on mixing the soft drinks with beer, all the while a massive grin spread on his entire face. “Hey hyung…” he starts safely. “Thanks for…this. But didn’t my birthday end a few days ago? You know, day before gayos? Night of the gayos?” Hoseok munches on his tacos, wait is that pepperoni and bacon? He scrunches his face before he eats it and wow it tastes quite delicious.
A tap on his shoulder. “You know, Hoseok. My dear, pleasant moodmaking Hoseok,” A concoction being shoved onto his hand. “It can be your birthday whenever you want. We can even celebrate your birthday every day of the year, if you want.” Seokjin offers a lopsided grin on his dongsaeng and clicks his own glass with Hoseok. He finishes it in one gulp and raises it in satisfaction. Nearby, Namjoon shakes his head in exaxsperation and pulls Seokjin away from Hoseok.
“It’s all Yoongi hyung and Taehyung’s fault,” He helpfully supplies as he takes the glass away from Seokjin and places it on a nearby end table. “They snuck in a couple bottles of vodka and put it on everyone’s jugs and you know how hyung’s alcohol tolerance is,” Namjoon shakes his head once again and drinks his own glass of Seokjin’s concoction. He drinks with ease and doesn’t even flinch when he slams it on the table. It renders Hoseok speechless, but not with what Taehyung and Yoongi hyung did, but wow Namjoon can hold his drink. Oh yes, he can.
Meanwhile, the chaos has permeated their living room. Taehyung and Yoongi are whisper-shouting “Shots! Shots! Shots!” to the other members as they messily pour vodka on mugs, spilling some of it on the coffee table and oh shit the carpet!
Hoseok scrambles towards the living room, trying to catch the spilling vodka, but it’s too late and liquid aren’t meant to be caught by thin, long fingers anyway so there the liquid goes, down, down, shubedubedewap, sugar it’s going down sloshing. He yelps and tumbles down to the floor, yet his members barely even spare him a glance.
Except Jungkook.
Oh dear, beloved Jungkook with a glare on his face.
He stretches his hand and offers it to his Hoseok hyung. Hoseok, for his part, thanks him in the form of hair-ruffling. This only makes Jungkook glare at him more. Together, they stand there with their arms folded on their chest as they gape at the commotion in front of them. Yoongi and Seokjin are hugging each other while jumping and loudly singing Trampoline. Jimin has taken off his shirt and is trying to demonstrate his supposed-to-be audition piece for Magic Mike and Taehyung? Taehyung is talking to their sofa. Nothing too abnormal about that. In the midst of it all, Namjoon still has his hands on his face as he slumps on the sofa. Hoseok can make out the faint whispers of “How did I let this happen? Why did I even try to become an idol? I should have just been a Law student rapping about the constitution in underground rap battles”
“I hate them,” Jungkook says as he continues to glare at his hyungs.
“Why? Isn’t this the adulthood you imagined?”
Jungkook twists his head to the side and moves closer to where Hoseok is, glare as scary as Hoseok’s mother when angry. “What adulthood?! Seokjin hyung doesn’t even give me alcohol! Tells me I’m too young to drink!”
Hoseok mouth twitches and really that probably is a bad move considering how Jungkook’s bordering on Super Saiyan mode now.
“I’m nineteen years old already, hyung! Give me something to drink!”
Ah yes, there goes the familiar Jungkook. The whiny Jungkook. Hoseok pats him on the shoulder and gets him a cup of Sprite as consolation.
“Cheer up maknae, here,” Hoseok gives him the soft drink and his plate. “Food for the Gods”
And really, Jungkook’s groans are drowned by Hoseok’s own thirst for a shot.
Happy birthday to him indeed!
wolfodder, I choose you!