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GENRE: pirate au, pirate jisung coming home to his girl, fantasy au, established relationship, childhood sweethearts, slight angst, TW: fighting, swords, mentions of knives being held to throat, reader in danger, jisung rescuing her
This day had been dragging by painfully slowly; you’d spent the whole day cleaning up the tavern, preparing for the nightly events. Pirates were finally docking and coming home for a while, and while you were excited, part of you dreaded this time of year.
Pirates from all over the world would take breaks here, drinking and laughing, having fun…while others decided to terrorise those they came into contact with at different ports. It wasn’t exactly the best area to work but…it was where you had chosen to stay…year after year, and there was only one thing you wanted to change about it.
You wanted to sail, you wanted to be the one out at sea, but it was dangerous. And a lot of people had superstitions about women being on the ships. It was a whole lot of nonsense.
Always claims that women brought bad luck to boats, and yet most would have a siren on the front of their vessels. It was a bunch of bullshit if you asked you.
Sighing, you wipe down the counter for what felt like the 100th time that late afternoon, the sun had finally set, and it was dark in the streets. Someone had just finished lighting all of the lanterns inside of the tavern, and the last of the ships had finally docked.
It was clear tonight, Jisung wasn’t going to make it here, maybe tomorrow if you were lucky.
The two of you had been together since you were teenagers, and his dream of being a pirate was just that. A dream.
Ever since you could remember, he’d been telling you that he would sail the oceans and that he would bring you treasures from every place he touched.
“Shells from the Crystal Reef,” he’d say.
“Moonstones from the Sky Isles.”
“And something shiny from every pirate I steal from.”
You’d laughed back then. You hadn’t known he meant all of it. That it was all a dream he would grow out of…but he never did. Eventually, he went on to be one of the best pirates on the seas, known far and wide by everyone. Hell, his face was plastered on that many wanted posters that you had one in your bedroom.
He would disappear for months at a time, but somehow, no matter how much time kept you apart, the two of you were always back together, and it was as if no time had passed. But you were tired of always waiting. Always being the girl back home.
You wanted to join him, you wanted to sail the seas with him and see everything he was seeing at the same time.
“I heard another ship was coming, maybe he’s late,” your barmaid - Kat - teased, bumping her hip with yours as you scoffed a little and rolled your eyes. It would be just like Jisung to show up late, probably with some elaborate story for you to hear…even the thought made you smile.
“Maybe he’s bought you a diamond ring this time,” Jenna teases.
“Or a pair of ruby shoes,” Kat swoons. All of them head over heels with the thought of being a pirate's girlfriend. But it wasn’t all fun and games. You missed him more than you’d ever be able to explain. When he was away at sea, he took your heart with him, you spent nights worrying if he was okay, days wondering what he was up to and if he would ever make it home.
“Wouldn’t they be heavy to walk in?” You smirk at her, doing your best to appear happy at the thought of him being late. You pick up a tray of glasses and make your way out onto the floor, pouring someone their beer when you hear the door open.
“I’m back!” He yells, and the glasses you were holding clatter to the floor. You span around faster than you had before. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw him standing there. His hair was longer than the last time you’d seen him, his skin was sun-warmed now, and he had a smile that had ruined you since you were kids.
He stepped inside as he belonged there: boots heavy with sea-dust, coat dripping from the mist, a carved wooden box tucked under one arm. His eyes found you instantly, softening in a way that made your chest ache.
“Hey,” Jisung murmured, voice warm and guilty all at once. He knew how late he was, and that he’d promised you this trip would have been shorter than it had been,
“I brought you something,” he lifts the box to gesture to it. You swallow thickly as you look at the box and back at him. Of course, he thought a gift would magically make everything better.
“Of course you did,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.
“You always do. Doesn’t mean you can vanish for months.” His smile faltered, just a flicker, before the boy you once knew peeked out again. The pirate facade faded as he wrapped his arm around your waist, dropping his head to your ear and whispering.
“I came back. I always come back to you,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your skin. You didn’t trust your voice as you whimper, wrapping yourself around him. It didn’t matter how long he’d been gone this time; you needed him to hold you.
“Go take your break, you’ve worked all day, we can manage this lot,” Your barmaid winks. You grip hold of Jisung’s hand and slowly bring him through the tavern, met with a bunch of whistles and cheers from fellow pirates in the booths.
“Trust Jisung to be out at sea for months and still have this lady waiting for him!” Someone jeers while others laugh along with him. Everyone knew the two of you were loyal to one another; there was no man or woman alive who would come between the two of you.
The two of you cuddled together on your bed, your bodies naked and covered in sweat as you giggle softly against his chest.
“Gods, I love coming home to you,” he breathes out, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, squeezing you softly as he presses his lips to your forehead. His heart racing as he just enjoyed the feeling of being close to you.
He knew he wouldn’t have long to stay, and he wanted to make the most of every possible second he had with you. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he straightened a little and grabbed the box he had on the side of the bed,
“Want to see what I got you?” It would be a lie to say he wasn’t nervous about it. Out of all of the gifts he’d bought back for you, this was the one that was making him the most nervous. Which was saying a lot since he bought you a ton of stuff, including a pearl he’d been told was from a siren.
“Sure,” You grin at him, pulling on the shirt he’d been wearing and watching him as he slowly pulled the box open. Your heart jumped into your throat, and your breath caught in your chest,
“Jisung…” You whisper breathlessly, Inside of the box was the most stunning necklace you’d ever seen in your life. It was a silver chain but in the centre was an emerald; smaller emeralds were sprayed around the chain as well like little stars.
Jisung smiles as he lifts the necklace from the box, laying it over your neck and doing the clasp up as he smiles more. It fit you perfectly,
“I wish I had some wild story to tell you, that I fought mermaids for it or I took it from rich man but I didn’t.” He shakes his head, his dimples coming out.
“As soon as i saw it, I thought…’that’s her colour’ and I couldn’t let it go.” He smiles, reaching out and brushing his knuckles over your collarbone, your whole body shivering.
“Jisung it’s beautiful,” You whisper, leaning up and kissing him softly, your body melting into his.
“How long until you go back?” You ask, breaking the trance the two of you were in and bringing you both back into reality. As much as you adored him being here you needed ti know how long you had to enjoy him.
“A week or so,” his tone was low, he knew how sad you got whenever he didn’t have long with you. As much as he craved to stay with you in one place it was nearly impossible. The navy was constantly looking for pirates, and with his name splashed on wanted posters, it was harder for him.
“I wanna come.” It was the three little words you said to him every time he came home and every time he would give you the same answer.
“You can’t,” He sighs, everytime you got into this discussion he would always shut the thought down right away. It was dangerous out on sea and he couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to you under his care...he couldn’t
“You say that every time.” You mumble, hoping that he would have some other excuse. That maybe he would drop it and finally let you travel with him...even once.
“And I mean it, every time, it's dangerous out there at sea.” he pleads with you but you scoff, sitting up straighter in the bed and looking around for some clothes.
“You just don’t want me to go because I'm a woman,” you grumble and get up, grabbing some pants and sliding them on. Jisung’s eyes traced over your body as you tried to rush out of the room. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on,
“Baby, come on…i don’t want to fight.” He begged.
“I’m not fighting.” You grumble at him, he resists the urge to scoff or laugh. Sure, you weren’t arguing with him, but you weren’t trying to understand his side in all of this either.
“You’re not exactly being warm either.” he mumbles under his breath.
You stare at him for a second before shaking your head,
“No. I'm just accepting the fact that my boyfriend doesn’t want me out there with him while he gets to see the world and I stay home like a pretty housewife.” You snap about to storm out of the room, but he quickly grabs your wrist, not harshly, just a gentle hold as he looks at you.
“It's dangerous out there,” is all he said to you. His eyes were soft, he didn’t want to spend his time home arguging with you. He wanted to spend every second wrapped around you, catching up on what had happened while he’d been away.
“Is it that or is it the myths about women being bad luck?”
“Princess…I would carry you everywhere with me if I could…in a way I do,” he whispers, pulling out his compass from the pants he was wearing and showing it to you. It was a bronze compass, and engraved on the inside of the lid was,
Anywhere you go, I’m always with you.
It was something you’d gotten for him when he first started sailing. There was also a photo of you on the inside, something you’d paid almost a year's worth of salary for the blacksmith to do for you. It was one of the most treasured items that Jisung owned.
“I don’t want to fight,” he whispers, pulling you back toward the bed and moving you to straddle his lap. His hands rested on your hips, his thumbs tracing small patterns into your skin.
“Me either, but-”
“Let’s come back to it? I promise to talk properly about it, but tonight i just need to have you close to me. It’s been too long.”
“Fine, but don’t think you’re sweet-talking your way out of this one…”
The tavern was quieter tonight—rain tapping the windows, low murmurs drifting between the tables. You wiped down a glass, humming under your breath, the emerald necklace warm against your skin. You still couldn’t believe Jisung had given it to you.
“That sure beats ruby slippers,” Kat snickers as she glances at the necklace. You were in two minds about wearing it to work, but Jisung had gotten it for you, so you went for it.
“And that pearl he got you,” Jenna smirks,
“Don’t forget that pen he bought back, it was supposed to write in gold-”
“But it would just write with gold COLOURED ink,” You giggle a little. Neither you nor Jisung had spoken much about going to sea this morning. He’d been sleeping until mid-afternoon and then he’d slipped out to ‘go and talk to a man about a dog’. You were going to test him on it later and find out what it was all about, though.
“Remember when he bought her a jar of water?” Kat asked. You remembered that; he claimed it was from waters surrounding an island that were as clear as the drinking water you had. Though you were sure he’d been scammed and just sold drinking water at a flea market.
“Didn’t he say it was from-” Jenna was cut short as the door slammed open, practically ripping from the hinges. Everyone turned to stare at the door, and your stomach bottomed out.
Four men stepped inside, they were dressed with masks covering their faces, holding their weapons in their hands at the ready. Their boots tracked mud across your floor as their eyes swept the room like they were looking for someone…or something.
“Evenin’,” the first one growled, though you could see his face, you could tell he was smirking.
“We’re collectin’.” A dagger gleamed at his hip, your hand was shaking as it found Kat’s under the counter top. The other three spread out, cornering customers, shoving hands into pockets, slamming men back into their seats when they tried to protest.
“No trouble,” you said sharply, stepping out from behind the bar. Kat and Jenna silently took out the money from the tills and began to lay it on the counter. It wasn’t the first time that you had been robbed, it wouldn’t be the last. But you never kept more than 400 gold at a time.
“Take what you want and go.” You say, gesturing to the money on the counter. One of them turned toward you and stopped dead, his eyes locking into the emerald that was around your neck.
“Well, well…” His friends slowly turned to see what it was he was so taken with and their eyes widen.
“What’s a little tavern girl doin’ with a treasure like that?” Your hand rose to your neck, covering the gem that was around it and swallowing thickly.
“It’s mine.” He stepped closer to you, you could smell the sweat and beer all over him.
“Not anymore.”
“I said no,” you said with a shaky voice, Kat looks at you trying to give you a look to just hand it over. But you weren’t going to back down and give over something that Jisung loved so much and had given to you.
“You said I could take what I want,” He sneers, reaching for you but you slap his hand away.
That was all it took. The first man lunged, grabbing your arm. Pain shot up your wrist as he wrenched you forward. Chairs toppled, people screamed, and suddenly, everything was chaos around you. Fists were flying, tables crashing as customers tried to fight back or flee. One of the men drew a pistol, cocking it with a metallic click that froze the entire room.
He aimed it at your chest. Everything around you seemed to slow down as you stared at him,
“Necklace. Now.” He snarled at you. Your heart stutters, staring at the barrel of the gun that was now against your chest, you nod a little, taking in a breath.
“Please-” You try to plead but the tavern door slammed open so violently it ricocheted off the wall.
“Touch her, and you die.” a voice said, your heart races as you finally catch sight of Jisung who was staring at the man holding a gun to your chest. He was covered in rainwater, his hair stuck to his forehead but his eyes were burning with rage you’d never seen in him before.
The gunman swung the barrel toward him, Jisung didn’t even flinch. He moved in one motion, crossing the room. One second the man was holding a gun and the next his wrist was slammed against a pilar, and his pistol was kicked your way.
Another attacker lunged at Jisung, but he ducked, elbowed him in the ribs, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him over a chair. Wood splintered across the room and the guy groaned, slumping against the floor as the third man charged at Jisung with a knife.
Jisung caught his arm, twisted, and sent the blade clattering to the ground. He punched him once and the man crumpled. You stood completely frozen as the fourth attacker grabbed you from behind, a blade pressing against your throat.
“Back up!” He yelled, shielding himself with your body as you whimper the blade catching against your skin.
“Fuck off or she bleeds!” He yells. Jisung stopped in his tracks, lifting his hands as he looked in your direction. His jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscle twitching.
“Let her go,” he said calmly, looking at you. His eyes finding yours as he took in every detail of your face. The look of fear made him want to vomit.
“I’m only gonna say it once.” he growls out but the man holding you dragged you toward the door. It was clear he only wanted to get out of there, your pulse hammered against your skin as you stare at him. It was one look but you could tell he was telling you he had you without speaking.
The attacker looked away for half a second to make sure he wasn’t going to trip and Jisung lunged, faster than lightning. He grabbed the man’s wrist, tearing you free, spun you behind him and slammed the guy into the wlal hard enough that dust came from the rafters. The guy dropped to the floor, like a sack of potatoes and everything in the tavern fell silent.
Your whole body was shaking as you realised what had just happened. Jisung didn’t even hesitate; he grabbed you and pulled you into him. His arms wrapping around you, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. But he couldn’t let go. He wasn’t going to let you go again. You buried your face into his coat, breathing in his scent as you whimper a little.
“You okay?” he whispered, his voice was rough, you could hear how scared he was. You just nod a little, too scared to speak in case you cried. Jisung sighs, pressing a kiss to your head.
“You’re not stayin’ here alone anymore,” he murmured, shaking his head. He didn’t give a shit about the superstitions of women on boats. There was no way he was letting you out of his sight again. His hand lifted, fingers brushing your necklace gently,
“You’re safer with me.” You pulled back just enough to look at him.
“Jisung-” He shook his head cutting you off.
“No arguments. I’m not losing you.” He whispers, holding your face in both of his hands, running his thumb over your eyes and removing the tears that had silently began to fall.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed with Jisung holding you, but you knew you had to get a move on. The tavern was a mess, chairs overturned, glass shattered and lanterns were flickering.
“I need to start cleaning.” You whisper, he was still holding you, his arms iron-tight around you.
“Let me see you first,” he murmured, voice hoarse. You lifted your head to look at him and he swallows. There was a small cut on your cheek
“Sweetheart…” His thumb brushed the mark with a gentleness that didn’t match the fury still burning in him, gods he should have hurt the guys more than he had when he’d had the chance.
“I’m fine.” You mumble at him, trying to wave him off but he holds you steady.
“You’re not, you’re-you could’ve been-” You touched his cheek, your skin on his making him relax by a fraction.
“I’m here…I’m okay.” You reassure him but it wasn;t enough. He should have been here, he was beating himself up inside for it.
“I should’ve been here sooner. I shouldn’t have left you alone in this place. I thought I had time.” Your breath caught at that, the last thing you wanted.
“Jisung… look at me.” he slowly looks at you, you could see the storm brewing inside of him, it was the same guilty look he got whenever he was leaving for the sea.
“I’m okay,” you repeated softly, nodding at him.
“Because you came back.” Something in him broke then, his hand cupped the back of your neck, warm and steady. Your heart picked up in speed.
“You scared me,” he whispered, forehead tilting toward yours, he took in a deep breath.
“Jisung-” You’re cut off as he kisses you.
Not the playful, cocky kisses he used to steal behind the docks when you were younger. Not the teasing ones from nights he’d come back smelling like salt and adrenaline. No, this kiss was desperate. It was like he was starved for you and filled with the fear of almost losing you.
Your hands fisted in his coat, pulling him closer, and he went willingly. He presses you back against the bar, his other hand cradling your waist like he needed to feel you alive under his palm.
Kat clears her throat loudly, looking at the two of you. You sheepishly pull back, glancing over at her and smirking as you felt your body heating from embarrassment.
“You’re coming with me,” Jisung murmured, still breathless. He turned your face back to look at him
“Jisung…don’t say something you don’t mean,”
“I mean it,” he said to you sternly.
“I can’t leave you here. I can’t go to sea wondering if-” His chest rose sharply, shaking the thought out of his head. He wanted you close to him, where he could see you at all times. If he were out to sea, he couldn’t stand there wondering if you were okay or not.
“You’re safer with me. And gods help anyone who tries to take you again.” Your fingers slid into his hair, and you kissed him again.
The deck of Jisung’s ship rocked gently, the salty breeze tugging at your new clothes, sturdy boots, fitted trousers, a loose white shirt cinched at the waist. A pirate’s outfit. Your outfit. You were a pirate. God, you’d never get sick of squealing about that.
The emerald necklace Jisung had fought so hard to bring you shimmered against your collarbone. And on your head, tilted just a little too big, sat Jisung’s captain’s hat.
His crew pretended not to stare, but the smirks gave them away. They elbowed each other, whispering, barely hiding their grins.
“Look at him,” one of them murmured under his breath, watching Jisung lean against the rail with a smile so soft it barely looked like the terrifying captain they followed.
“Man looks human for once.”
“Human? He looks happy,” another snorted. Whenever Jisung was out to see he always looked miserable, just wanting to hurry home for you.
“Never thought I’d see the day.” You rolled your eyes at their comments, cheeks warming, and walked across the deck toward him. Jisung’s gaze snapped immediately to you, like it always had, even when you were both kids. His lips curled into that familiar, heart-squeezing grin.
“Well,” you said, hands behind your back as you playfully strutted, the oversized captain hat wobbling slightly,
“what do you think?” You grin at him. His eyes dipped shamelessly from your boots to your hat, lingering on everything in between.
“I think…I’m never getting that hat back.” You giggle softly as he reaches out, adjusting it slightly so it sits straighter on your head.
“Looks better on you anyways,” He whispers, kissing your temple softly. Below you, someone sighs dramatically before saying;
“Captain’s gone soft.”
“Shut it,” another hissed at the first. You looked out over the open water, heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and peace. For the first time in your life, the horizon didn’t feel like something that took Jisung away…it felt like something the two of you could share.
“Where to, Captain?” You asked, bumping your shoulder to Jisung, who smirked down at you.
“Anywhere with you.”
A/n: I hope this was okay for you! I had a lot of fun with this one! Gosh, I've missed AU pieces haha
The scent of cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you slowly rolled over. You didn't even bother to search the sheets for Chan. You already knew he was awake thanks to the smell of coffee and the music you could hear playing downstairs. It was his Christmas playlist, the same one he played every Christmas morning. Smiling to yourself, you slowly padded down the stairs dressed in one of his hoodies and some shorts, making your wya to the kitchen door to see him already standing there.
You leaned on the doorframe just watching him. He was standing at the oven, his hair in all different places, flipping pancakes with 100% focus.
"One of these years I'll beat you down here," You grumble at him, pretending to be annoyed, but there was no way you could be. You adored that he made you breakfast on Christmas morning and played Christmas music; it always put you in the festive mood.
"Morning angel," He chuckles, glancing over at you as you yawn and nod,
"Morning." You mumble. Chan's eyes glance up at the doorframe above you, a smirk forming on his lips as he notices the mistletoe he'd hung that morning.
"Look up," He chuckles. You follow his gaze above your head, and you smirk back at him. There was a tiny sprig of mistletoe hanging right above your head.
"You've hung this everywhere, haven't you?" You arch your eyebrow, looking over at Chan, whose cheeks were already turning a pink colour.
"Got to maximise my chances." He wriggles his brows at you, already crossing the kitchen, pancakes forgotten. He wraps his arms around your waist, dipping you down and kissing you slowly and sweetly, your heart racing rapidly as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.
“Best way to start Christmas morning,” he whispers against your lips. You rest your forehead on his and smile to yourself
"Better than the pancakes?"
"Much better." He whispers, pecking you once more before going back to the food.
MINHO:
Dori had decided that 6am was the right time to come and wake you, Minho, up this morning, sprawling herself over your chest and meowing at you until the two of you woke up. Minho was sitting beside you, half asleep, his hair tousled in all directions, and a coffee in his hand. It was safe to say Minho wasn't exactly the best morning person.
You turn onto your side, reaching into the drawer beside you as you hunt for the one item you'd purchased a few weeks back,
"What are you looking for?" Minho yawned, rubbing his eyes as you slowly sit up and smirk, reaching over and holding up a sprig of mistletoe above you both.
"Found it."
“You’re ridiculous.” He chuckles, eyeing up the mistletoe and then back at you,
"It's plastic, that way we can have it around the cats." You smile, earning a smile from Minho, who was shaking his head at you. Gently, he pushes Dori away from you, his fingers tracing along your jaw lightly, leaning in for a kiss. It was a lazy kiss, but it warmed you up all over as you smiled against him, kissing him back.
Dori meows at you both, climbing off the bed, clearly unimpressed with being pushed out of the way so her parents could kiss this morning.
“Even she knows I can’t resist you,” Minho murmurs, making you grin back at him, your heart racing as you lean your forehead against his own.
CHANGBIN:
Whoever said Christmas office parties were boring had clearly never been to one of yours. It was complete and utter chaos. Someone had bought a karaoke machine, someone else spiked the eggnog, and now there was a game involving mistletoe. Something you'd done your best to avoid the whole party. You were standing by the snack table, debating stealing another halloumi fry, when you felt someone join your side.
"Think they'll notice if we steal the platter and run off?" The voice asked, drawing your attention away. You slowly look up to see Changbin. He was on the same work floor as you, worked in accounting and was devilishly handsome.
"I erm-" You stop when you feel someone else join you. That someone was your friend holding up the mistletoe above your head and smiling at you.
"Mistletoe kiss!" Everyone cheers. You glance up at the mistletoe, startled that they'd managed to sneak up on you. You and Changbin were practically strangers; you'd only ever exchanged polite nods with one another. He rubs the back of his neck, looking as awkward as you feel. You shake your head, trying to make him feel better.
“We don’t have to-”
“It’s fine. We can just fake it.” He tells you with a shrug of his shoulders. You nod your head, but someone pushes you into him. Suddenly, his hands were catching your waist to steady you, and he was looking down at you. Your heart was practically putty in his hands. Now, slowly, Changbin bent down pressing his lips against yours. It was gentle at first until it was all-consuming. Everything around you felt like it melted away, just the two of you as you kiss him back, your lips moving in harmony as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck
"That was some kiss," Someone breaks the silence and you both part, completely breathless as you look at one another.
“Guess that’s… one way to meet.”
HYUNJIN:
Your company's annual charity gala was finally winding down, and all night you'd managed to go unnoticed by everyone there. You'd stuck to the quiet areas, pretending to be involved with conversations whenever someone came over to you and keeping your head down. All you wanted to do was go home to bed and take off the heels that were killing your feet right about now.
"I'll take a water, please," you say as you reach the bar. Someone else is joining your side,
"Look who's under the mistletoe!" Someone calls out in a teasing tone. You frown, looking around to see who people were talking about, but someone cleared their throat behind you, and you slowly looked up. Right above you was the sprig in question, and beside you...your boss.
Hyunjin smiled down at you. He was incredibly handsome and kind of intimidating; he was smirking down at you, champagne glass in hand.
"Seems like bad luck to ignore tradition," Someone calls out, making Hyunjin's brow raise. He couldn't have bad luck on his hands. Looking down at you, he had to hide the smirk; he knew you'd been hiding all night.
"Does it? We can't have bad luck on our hands," he says, looking at you. You could hear the teasing tone in his voice; you wanted to scold him for it.
"We can just ignore it...I-I don't want to-"
"Ignoring something isn't really my thing," He whispers low enough for only you to hear him. Before you could catch your breath, he wrapped his free arm around your waist and pressed his lips against yours. It was gentle, but you felt something there. Your heart picked up speed, your hands held onto his blazer, trying to steady and ground yourself in the moment.
"See you at home," He whispers in your ear, sneaking off, leaving your co-workers in awe that their boss had just kissed you, unaware he was your husband.
JISUNG:
Jisung hadn't expected to see you here, not tonight or ever, for that matter. The two of you had broken up a few months ago, and the last place he expected to find you was at a party...but you had mutual friends, so it wasn't too unexpected, he guessed.
You were avoiding him with expertise, and in return, he was doing the same. Making sure you were never in the same room as he spoke with his friends, and never being caught in the same hallway to the bathroom. That was until now, you were heading into the kitchen right as he was coming out of it, the two of you chest to chest for the first time in months.
“Hey, mistletoe!” Someone yells out, pointing out the sprig right above your head. Jisung clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck, trying to get out of this.
"It had to be you." You grumble, folding your arms over your chest, trying to put even a little bit of space between the two of you.
"We can just skip it." He mumbles, the last thing he wanted to do was kiss the one person he couldn't get over.
"Probably for the best." You hum, trying to sneak past him, but then someone begins to chant,
“Kiss! Kiss!” You stared around for some help from friends, but they were all joining in.
"Fine." You grumble, grabbing Jisung's shirt and pulling him into a quick, meaningless peck...
Except...it wasn't meaningless.
The second his lips touch yours, it’s like every unsaid word from the breakup rushes back, the warmth, the ache, the things you never stopped feeling. He kisses you back like he’s afraid to let go, trembling slightly when his hand brushes your cheek.
When you finally part, your heart feels too full and too heavy all at once. He swallows, voice soft.
“Guess some things don’t change.” You meet his eyes and whisper,
“Yeah. Maybe they weren’t supposed to.”
FELIX:
You and Felix had fought the night before; it was something small, something ridiculous, but it still hurt, so you'd been avoiding him like the plague all day.
The two of you tiptoed around one another, polite but cold with each other. You missed him; he missed you, but pride got in the way, refusing to let either of you back down.
Later in the night, the house is quiet, everyone else asleep, and you wander into the living room to turn off the Christmas tree lights, expecting to be the only one awake, but he was there. Sitting on the sofa, head tilted back, you look down at him.
“Hey.” You mumble, running your hands through his hair. While you were annoyed with the fight, you couldn't imagine going to bed mad for another night.
"Hi," He whispers back, looking up at you, about to apologise, but a smirk takes over his face. Right above you was the mistletoe Minho had decided to hang up, in hopes it would make the two of you finally kiss and make up.
"What's that look for-" You stop yourself as you look up, seeing the sprig right above your head, and you groan, shaking your head.
"Seriously?" You couldn't help the small laugh that fell along with the word.
"It's tradition, we can't ignore it...plus, it's fate." Felix wriggles his brows at you.
"No, it's Minho being a meddler." You tease, slowly leaning down and kissing him softly. In this position, it was like the Spiderman kiss between you.
"I'm sorry, I hate fighting with you." He admits, slowly turning so he was on his knees and facing you now. His hands slowly moved to cup your face, running his thumb on your lip.
"Me too." You whisper, eventually moving to join him on the sofa.
SEUNGMIN:
The boys had been teasing you and Seungmin for months, always insisting that your 'friendship' was a lot like a relationship. You'd both denied it to no end, refusing to admit that you had feelings for one another, afraid it would ruin the friendship you all shared. Tonight, though, you were having a group party, standing beside Seungmin as you exchanged small gifts with one another.
"Now!" Changbin yells out to Minho, who quickly grabs a toy fishing rod. The next thing you knew there was a sprig of mistletoe hanging over your heads, your eyes slowly trailing from that and up to Seungmin, who looked annoyed. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.
"This is stupid,2 He grumbles, you laugh nervously and nod, scracthig the back of your neck. It was clear to you that Seungmin didn't want anything romantic to do with you, and you hated the guys for trying to force it on the two of you so much.
"T-Totally stupid," You nod in agreement. But Seungmin had heard the pitch in your voice, the way you didn't sound so sure that it was stupid.
"Just one kiss!""
"A little one!" The boys said. Seungmin was looking down at you, sighing as he pulled you close.
"Let's just get it over with," He says softly.
The kiss was supposed to be quick and stupid, but it wasn't. The moment his lips met yours, you practically melted into his touch, kissing him back gently, holding onto him. His hand brushes your jaw as he pulls you closer to him.
“Still think it’s stupid?” You whisper as you pull back, looking up at him. Seungmin shakes his head, cheeks flushed.
“Not even a little.”
JEONGIN:
It had been one stupid fight, over plans that neither of you even wanted to stick to, and now everything was wrong. The whole day you'd been ignoring Jeongin, you ignored each other at this party too.
You reach over for the hot chocolate, your hand grazing against Jeongin's as he reaches for it at the same time. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but he beats you to it.
2You've got to be shitting me." He grumbles at you, you glare at him, about to ask what he was talking about, when you feel someone shift behind you. Felix was smirking, holding the mistletoe over you and Jeongin's as he watched you. Everyone in the room knew you'd been fighting, and they were going to do anything to get it to stop.
"We can just move," You grumbled at Jeongin, but neither of you moved. The tension in the room stretched tightly, and Jeongin shook his head. He grabs your hips into his grasp and yanks you toward him. The kiss was rough and hard, full of the anger the two of you had been holding in all night. You moan, shoving your hands into his hair and yanking him into you.
Two of you finally split apart with a wolf whistle from Felix, who moved on to someone else at the party to torment.
“I hate fighting with you,” Jeongin tells you, running his hand over your face, his thumb stroking your lip, which was swollen from the kiss. You sigh, heart still racing from that make-out.
“Then stop being impossible.” A small, crooked smile curves his lips. He stares at you.
All year had been building up for this exact moment. For the time when you would finally tear off the wrapping paper and dive into your present.
The wrapping paper that Jeongin had changed his mind on more than four times before finally settled on the one he thought you would enjoy the most. It was a brown paper wrapping paper, but with Christmas trees and trucks carrying Christmas trees. It gave him a vintage feel whenever he looked at it, and he knew how much you adored wrapping paper that was a little different.
“My turn.” Jeongin practically yelled out as Chan asked who was next to give a gift. Everyone turned to stare at the Maknae, his cheeks burning as he reached into the small sack of presents beside him and pulled it out.
“What is it?” Changbin asked giddily,
“Who’s it for?” Minho asked, smirking at Jeongin. He knew exactly who it was for. Minho had done nothing but tease Jeongin mercilessly ever since he’d gotten the gift.
You and Jeongin were in the in-between stages of getting together. It was the awkward stage where you both knew you liked one another, but neither had done anything to make the first move…besides obvious flirting and touching. The two of you would cuddle up on the sofa…hold hands, things like that. Yet, he’d never asked you out; he was hoping the gift would set your mind clear on how he felt for you.
How deeply he cared for you.
“It’s for Yn,” He stutters a little, making his way over to you on the sofa. The boys all exchanged smirks, saying nothing as they watched both of you. You were dressed in a Santa Claus onesie that matched Jeongin’s elf one. Even without trying, the two of you were sickeningly adorable.
“Me?” you choke on your hot chocolate, quickly putting it onto the end table and glancing at the carefully wrapped package. The paper was adorable, and the bow wrapped around it made it feel like something you’d see at the bottom of a shopping centre tree. It was perfectly packaged.
“Y-yeah…”Jeongin slides it into your hand with care, almost as if he were scared to jostle the package too much. You set it down on your legs, slowly beginning to unwrap the bow.
“A-And I know how badly you’ve been wanting it, and so I thought- Well. Maybe it would-” he didn’t have time to finish explaining as you’d finally taken the lid off the box and your whole heart felt like it stopped. There was no way he’d gotten this…or even remembered you’d wanted it, in the first place.
You’d mentioned the year before that your grandmother had always collected snowglobes, that your grandfather had started buying them for her when they started dating and it became a tradition for them..But after their passing, you lost a lot of them, and this? This was the first ever one your grandfather had purchased.
It was a snow-covered village that looked a little like your grandmother's hometown, there were tiny cottages topped with frosted roofs, a stone bridge with a frozen stream under it. Then there were pine trees everywhere, glittering with snow.
“Jeongin.” You breathe out, completely in awe of the antique snow globe that was sitting in the box. It was in pristine condition and looked almost brand new. The little music tuner was still on the front. Gasps sounded from behind you as the boys looked over your shoulder to see what it was you’d gotten,
“Christ, you must have sold a kidney for that,” Felix grunts, seeing the present. Jeongin’s cheeks heated as he swallowed nervously. It was closer to selling a kidney price, but you were worth every penny.
“Try both kidneys and a lung,” You correct, staring back at Jeongin, who was blushing more and more. You could hardly believe he would do something like this for you.
“Innie, this is…i-insane, how did you even find this?” You whisper, the others sensing you needed some time alone, left you guys and headed into the kitchen. You shake your head, gently turning the small key and listening to the music that used to fill your ears when you were a little girl.
“I have my ways.” That's all he says, refusing to tell you that he’d spent all year saving up all his money to buy you something meaningful, something he knew you would cherish. You look up at him, biting your lip softly. The things you wanted to do to this man after this?! God, the list was endless.
“I know that look! Jeongin’s getting a lot more than his stocking filled tonight!” Jisung yells from the kitchen door. You heard a thud before Jisung hissed,
“Idiot, he’ll be filling her stocking,” Seungmin chastised.
“You don’t know what they’re into,” Jisung grumbled, disappearing back into the kitchen. By now, Jeongin’s cheeks were the colour of the bows that were scattered around the living room.
“I-I got you something too,” You tell him, gently setting the snowglobe beside you and slowly unzipping your onesie, not enough for him to see yet,
“While it’s not as incredible as yours-”
“It’s better,” He cuts you off, watching as you reveal the red matching set you’d bought specifically for tonight in hopes of getting some alone time with Jeongin.
Christmas trees liked to fight back, something Seungmin had learned long ago in his line of work. Yet every year, he managed to forget until it was time to start delivering trees again. Seungmin had inherited a Christmas tree farm from his uncle in the small town of Roseridge Valley almost 4 years ago now, but even still, it shocked him every year when he got sucker punched by a Christmas tree branch.
One second, he could be shoving a six-foot tree into a net, and the next, branches were slapping him in the face like he’d personally insulted them. Luckily, though, he was on his final delivery of the night.
Unluckily, though, this delivery was up in the mountains…the snowy mountains, and there was a predicted storm coming. Something that should have had him turning around and going back home. He could easily text the lady he was supposed to deliver the tree to and promise to give her a refund, as well as a free gift for the miscommunication. But no.
He had to be the determined one; he had to do this.
That’s what had led him to getting stuck outside a bunch of empty cabins. All of them were ski lodges that had been built recently for the ski lodge further up the mountain. Something about bringing in more tourists for the town, all Seungmin knew was that they were empty, and he needed to get into one of them to warm up.
Grunting a little to himself, he grabbed his dead phone and crept his way over to a small cabin at the end of the road. It was empty by the looks, all of them were. No one came up this time of year unless they lived out here, and he hadn’t heard of new visitors yet. Without waiting too long, he began trying the handle of the door, rattling it around and trying to shove it open.
The snow was starting to come down harder around him; his truck now had a thick layer of snow beginning to cover the windscreen. There was no getting back down the mountain in this state.
“Mother fucker, come on.” He groans, turning his attention back to the door, about to shove it with his shoulder, when a cold gust of wind hits his cheeks, and the door is ripped from his grasp.
Standing there was a woman, a spoon hanging out of her mouth, a baseball bat in one hand, and the door in the other. Seungmin threw his hands up in surrender.
“Wasn’t aware someone was here, sorry.” He called out quickly, but he lowered his hands slowly, finally focusing on who you are. The town’s golden girl, who had run off a year ago to try and make it in the big city…The same girl Seungmin had been in love with ever since he laid his eyes on you. The same girl he’d had a passionate night with a week before you left…
“Seungmin? What are you doing here?”
“Me?! What are you doing here?!” He stares at you, dumbfounded that you were here. No one was supposed to be out here this time of year.
“Chan said I could stay out here, gave me the keys.” You explain, lowering your baseball bat, shoving it to the side, you knew Seungmin wasn’t going to be a threat to you.
“No one is supposed to be out here; it’s not exactly safe either. There’s a snowstorm,” He gestured behind him, as if you hadn’t already noticed the snow that was lying on the ground.
“Hence why I’m inside, you’re the one caught in the snowstorm,” you smirk at him, and his whole body tingles.
“Well…W-Well…I-I was…I had deliveries,” He stutters, hating himself for acting foolish. But there was something about you that made him stutter and stumble like an idiot.
“In the middle of a snowstorm? It’s not safe, Seungmin.” You tease, throwing his words back at him as he blushed. You couldn’t hold back the smile, you stepped to the side.
“You can stay if you want; it’s freezing out there.” You tell him sweetly.
Seungmin stayed still, unsure if he’d heard you right or not, and too scared to actually go inside.
“Seungmin, I won’t bite,”
“Unless I ask,” He whispers, making your body heat up. Seungmin had only been this bold once, and that was after a couple of drinks at the local bar. The two of you had been talking while drinking before he kissed you deeply.
Kissed you so deeply, you still thought about it on the nights when you needed him the most.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, walking into the cabin and looking around. There were boxes filled all around the place; it was a clear sign that you were finally moving back into town…but he didn’t want to be sure.
“I told you-”
“I mean here…back in town.” He states, turning back to look at you. Your heart was hammering against your chest, and you felt as though he could see straight through you.
“I couldn’t stay away…I-I…I couldn’t ignore it anymore.” You admit, biting your lip.
“Ignore what?” His voice was breathless. He wanted to hear you say it. He needed to hear you say it. He needed to know that not all of the feelings he had for you were in his head.
“This…you…Us…The way I feel about you,” You whisper as he moves toward you. Standing so close to you that you could feel the heat coming off his body.
“Seungmin-”
“Fuck it.” The words came out in a growl, and then he was kissing you.
It wasn’t soft; it was everything you’d both been hiding for the last year. All of the wanting, the ache, the unspoken feelings, all coming out at once. His hands were on your waist, dragging you against him like he couldn’t stand the space between you. You gasped against him, and he took advantage, his tongue sliding against yours.
When the two of you finally broke apart, you were gasping for breath, holding his biceps and looking up at him.
“I missed you,” You whisper breathlessly, leaning up and kissing him again, pushing your hands into his hair and pulling him toward the bedroom.
“There’s just absolutely no way it’ll happen.” You tell your friend, shaking your head at her. Melody was under the impression that you could somehow convince the local woodworker to get out of his Scrooge mood and come down to the land of the living and build a Christmas sleigh for the local Christmas market.
It was something you and your friends were organising, people would have stalls to sell from, and there would be a light switch on as well. But the idea you’d come up with was to have a handmade sleigh there with reindeer and a fake Santa for the kids. Just something to make it special for everyone involved.
“What do you mean, no way?” Melody whines following you around the office. You’d been on a mad one all day, organising everyone's paperwork for the stalls as well as making sure they all signed their contracts and safety waivers.
Stopping, you turned to look at her, your hands on your hips.
“Have you seen that man?” You quiz her. Felix was a local legend.
The local woodworker who made a lot of the benches in the town, as well as window boxes, personalised swing sets, and other items spotted throughout your small town. But the only thing was. No one…no one.. Had ever seen him. People would put ads up in the local centre or in the paper, and their request would be filled. The end. No sight of him.
“No,” She mumbles.
“Have you ever seen that man in town?” You questioned again, stepping in front of her, and she stutters over her words.
“No, but-”
“So it’ll never happen.” You shrug. You weren’t going to hold out hope for a man no one could see or get officially in contact with. What were you meant to do, hold up a batman symbol for him to respond?
You move away from her, going back to your paperwork.
“I think it will if you do it!” She counters, moving in front of you, preventing you from putting any more paperwork down on the table.
“Why? What could I possibly do to sway that man?” melody looks at you before smirking.
“Your feminine wiles.” She gestures to your body, and you blink at her. You weren’t someone who flirted openly like that…Hell, you were never someone's type; you blend into the crowd, you don’t stand out. You were a plain girl who watched everyone have their love story while you smiled from the sidelines.
No one's ever asked you out, the longest relationship you had was in middle school, and he only wanted you as a bet.
“You have feminine wiles,” you grumble at her. She shakes her head at you,
“I ain't his type.”
“Melody.” You curse, but she smirks at you.
“I already told John you’d ask, he’s changed your tyres to snow tyres too.” Sher grins, making you scoff out a laugh. She always got her way whenever it came to you; there was never talking her out of anything. She was a dog with a bone.
“Fine. But if this mountain man slams his door in my face, I’m taking action against YOU.” She nods her head, crossing her hand over her heart.
“And I want hot chocolate…and your mum's lava cake,” You yell as she sprints out of the small office space, just happy you were finally going to get Felix to agree to something…If you could, that was.
It was a local legend that he’d moved out there after scaring off his last girlfriend. They’d been perfect together. She was a gardener, which meant whenever he made flower boxes, she would be the one to fill them —a power couple the town had called them.
After the split, he went up to the mountains and never came back down. No one saw him, at least. Though it did make you wonder how he got paid for the jobs he did do in town if no one saw him…
Shaking your head, you glance back down at the design you’d made for the sleigh. It was simplistic enough; you’d offered the job to out-of-towners, but each one of them had turned you down, claiming it to be a boring job.
You should have known something like this was going to happen; it was your sheer dumb luck. The snow had started when you were already less than 5 minutes away from the cabin Felix lived in. Then you’d hit a patch of black ice, spinning out into a huge pile of snow right in front of the cabin.
“Piece of fucking shit, never should have come out here,” You hiss, doing your best to shovel the snow away from your wheels with your hands, which felt like they were ready to drop off. The sound of a door opening made you turn around,
“You’re gonna end up with no fingers,” Felix called out as soon as he saw you. He’d been watching from the living room window for about two minutes, it was getting clear you were struggling.
“I don’t see a better idea.” You mumble, putting your hands on your hips and turning to look at him. As soon as you saw him, it was like the wind had been knocked out of you. He was standing there in a black compression shirt, some smart-looking pants, and he arched a brow at you.
Did this man really have to look that good?
“Knocking on the door would have been one.” Felix couldn’t help but smirk at you. He saw you checking him out and flexed a little.
“I’m YN.” You call out to him, not moving from the front of your car. Felix nods his head. He’d gotten a radio call about someone from the village being in the mountains.
“Felix…or Scrooge, since that’s what they call me down there.” He smirks as you walk towards his cabin. He pulls the door open a little more. He might not have been the most social person, but he wasn’t going to let you freeze outside.
“You’re not gonna scream at me for trespassing?” You ease, moving toward his cabin slowly, almost as if you were scared he was going to yell at you or something.
“Damn, they love to paint a bad picture down there, huh?” Felix chuckles, shaking his head.
“You did yell at someone the last time they were up here.”
“A grown man who was shooting deer on my land,” he watches you as you move onto the porch now, almost inside, almost warm.
“Okay…that part I didn't know…”
“Come on, I’ll make hot chocolate, and I still have some stew left.” He moves out of the way and lets you walk inside.
The first thing you noticed was the lack of Christmas decorations. Maybe he was going to visit family and didn’t see the point…but there wasn’t even so much as a Christmas candle on the table.
“Warm up slowly or you’ll end up getting chillblains,” He warns you, going toward his kitchen and pouring you a bowl of stew.
You stripped off your gloves and knelt down by the fire, looking around for any sign that he was in a festive mood. Why did they have to send you up here? This was a bad idea.
“Here,” He puts it down on a tray in front of you, a steaming mug of hot chocolate sitting beside it.
“Why don’t you tell me what you’re up here for?” He suggests draping a blanket over your shoulders as you look up at him, your eyes softening at just how caring and attentive he was being toward you.
“Oh..Right, I erm,” You struggled with your bag, opening it and handing him a file.
Felix flicked it open, and his heart fluttered. Sitting inside was a design of a wooden sleigh, all labeled amazingly and incredibly detailed on how you wanted it to look.
“We’re throwing a Christmas market soon, and I believe you’re the only one that would have the talent to build this for us…A-And I would pay you, of course,” You continued to ramble as Felix looked over the designs, nodding along to everything you were saying.
“And it would be amazing, we could even put your name and number on it for branding, maybe get you some more orders and-”
“It’s nice, but I don’t do Christmas,” Felix said, cutting you off sharply. He shut the file and slid it in front of you.
“You…don’t do Christmas?” you asked slowly, laughing nervously, thinking it was some kind of cosmic joke. You’d driven up a mountain in a snowstorm just for him to say no without even a second thought.
“You didn’t even think about it…You’re the only one that can pull this off and-”
“I don’t do Christmas. Okay? So no. Eat. Sleep. I’ll shovel your car out by the morning,” he says matter-a-factly, so you couldn’t fight him on it.
“This is bullshit,” You grumble, looking down at the stew in front of you. He’d seemed so nice when you first got in, a little standoffish but still nice.
“Sorry to disappoint you, angel, but not everyone likes this time of year.” You look up at him, hope still blooming inside of you,
“It’s for kids, won’t you even think about it?”
“I’m not interested, alright? Just eat and sleep,” he grumbles, going to the bedroom to change the sheets for you. His mother raised him to be a gentleman, and while he might have been an asshole when it came to your sleigh, he would at least make sure you slept somewhere comfortable and warm tonight.
Meanwhile, you just stared at the spot he had once been standing, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something to say, or do. How could he just say no without a second thought about it?
The two of you sat in silence as you warmed up in front of the fire. He’d come back from changing the sheets and informed you that you’d be taking the main bedroom while he stayed on the sofa, but that was it. Now it was just this uncomfortable hell.
“Can I ask something?”
“You just did,” He smirks, but stops when he sees the glare you were sending his way, oh, if looks could kill.
“Sure, angel.”
“Why…Why don’t you like Christmas?” You peek up at him, your hands wrapped around the mug of hot chocolate. You’d heard rumours, multiple versions, but if you were going to be trapped here, you at least wanted the truth from him.
“My girlfriend cheated on me on Christmas Day. I came home from delivering some presents, and she was curled up in bed with my best mate,” He says as he stares down at the table. Your heart broke for him.
“The next day, she was engaged to the guy, turns out they’d been fucking around for months behind my back.”
“What a cunt.” He couldn’t his small laught that escaped at your colourful language, he just nodded his head in agreement,
“Since then, I moved up here, better to be alone than to risk your heart breaking,” He mumbles, glancing over at you. There was a pitiful smile on your face as you glanced back at him,
“I’m sorry, but it shouldn’t ruin your spirit at this time of year…Your woodwork is incredible. Imagine what you could create if you let your heartbreak fuel something else instead of disgust for it.” You offer. Felix shrugs his shoulders, glancing up at the clock.
“It’s late, I have to leave early.” He mumbles. Essentially telling you to shut up and go to bed.
“Goodnight Felix…I hope one day someone makes you feel the Christmas spirit again,” you say, slowly making your way to the bedroom and shutting the door. He just stared at the door,
“Goodnight angel,” he whispers to himself, his eyes looking back down at the file you’d left on the coffee table. Sighing he picks it back up, going back to your design and just taking it all in.
You shouldn’t have felt as disappointed as you did when you woke up, yet you did. You’d hoped the file on the table would have somehow convinced Felix to change his mind, but it was just sitting there with your car keys and a note,
Car’s out, I turned it around so you could leave easier. See you around, angel xx. Drive safe.
Sighing, you glanced around his small cabin and shook your head. You knew you should leave right away, but you decided to do something nice instead. You cleaned up a little before getting to work on some cookies for him, leaving your own note for him. You’d thought he’d felt the same spark you felt when he first touched you…Maybe it was all in your head.
If you ever feel like coming down the mountain, you’ll have a friendly face around. Thank you for letting me stay, happy holidays x
The Christmas market was in complete swing, the light switch on had gone off without a hitch, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Stalls were booming with business, and you could hear the kids all excitedly waiting around for Santa. Something you were about to go and break the news to them about.
After your no from Felix, you’d done your best to find someone, anyone, else to build the sleigh, but it was one let down after another, now you had nothing. Not even a rent-a-santa since the guy had decided to get black out drunk and pass out in the local bar.
“Kids!” You smile brightly, gaining their attention. You were dressed in a Mrs Claus dress, and you jingled whenever you walked. You’d come up with a plan, deciding to tell the kids that Santa was busy with trying to make sure everything was ready for Christmas.
“Santa is unfortunately-”
“Right here!” Someone booms, music blasting, jingle bells sounding. Your head shot up, looking over to see a fully working sleigh being pulled by reindeer, a man dressed as Santa sitting there. Your mouth opened and shut, you had no idea where this whole thing had come from.
You squint a little, your eyes zeroing in on a figure who was guiding some deer dressed as an elf, as he moved close your mouth dropped. Felix was standing there grinning over at you.
“Merry Christmas!" The Santa yells as the reindeer come to a stop, Felix smiles, stroking the one he was holding and looking at the kids who slowly and shyly made their way over to the sleigh. Animal handlers came over, telling each of them to be careful and how to act around the reindeer.
Your mouth was still half hanging open when Melody gently tapped it with her finger,
“You’re catching flies.” She teases as you whimper a little.
Once the reindeer were in the hands of another adult, Felix made his way over to you.
“I like the outfit.” You smirk at him. The costume clung to his biceps, and he smirked back at you,
“I’ll wear it for you later if you wear this,” he points to your tighter Mrs. Claus outfit.
“Mr Claus might disagree.” You giggle a little. Felix growls, wrapping his arm around your waist and tugging you against his chest.
“Yeah, well, he can get in line, you’re mine.” He whispers, leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours.
“Y-You felt it too?” You whisper a little, feeling childish that you’d felt a spark for someone you’d met for all of a couple of hours, but you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him,
“Hard not to, princess, haven’t gotten you out of my mind since you came bouncing into my life,” He chuckles, kissing you softly, the sounds of jingle bells filling the air around you.
Your whole living room smelled like cinnamon and burnt sugar, Jisung’s fault. The smoke detector had gone off twenty minutes ago when he decided he could totally eyeball the baking time for sugar cookies that were shaped like reindeer.
Now the two of you were on the floor in front of the tree, surrounded by wrapping paper and mismatched bows. The Christmas lights were flickering like they were about to give up for the night. Snow was falling lazily outside against the window, and it felt like a perfect night.
“You’re supposed to be wrapping gifts, not staring at them like they’ll magically do it themselves,” you tease, glancing up from your half-finished box.
“I am wrapping,” he mumbles, frowning at the tangled tape that was stuck to his fingers. He shook his hand, trying to get it off.
“The tape isn’t cooperating,” he mumbles, making you snort out a laugh. You reach over, untangling the tape from his grip,
“You’re meant to cut the tape first, Sungie.”
“Yeah, but then it sticks to everything before I’m ready,” He whines at you. You bit the inside of your cheek, not wanting to laugh and make him feel worse than he probably already was.
You take over wrapping the present he was wrapping while he watched you in amazement,
“You make it look easy. You even make the paper look pretty,” he whines a little. Your cheeks warm up as you glance at him.
“You say that now, wait until you see the state your gift is wrapped in.” you groan, remembering how long it had taken you. One roll of paper wasn’t long enough to cover it, so now it had like four sheets of different paper wrapped around it, making sure he couldn’t see the gift.
“We said no gifts this year.” He looks at you, his eyes lightening up at the thought of getting something from you,
“You’ve gotten me something too!”
“Touche.” He chuckles, leaning back on his hands, head tilted toward the ceiling. He knew you would be leaving soon since you were meant to be spending tomorrow with some friends, but the two of you had been so busy wrapping you hadn’t had time to cuddle or watch a film yet.
“You’re leaving tonight, right?” You glance at him.
“Yeah, train leaves at 10am tomorrow, figured I’d stay at mine so I can be closer to the station,” You glance at him, and he nods his head, trying to smile, but it faltered a little. He hated saying goodbye to you; it was only for a few days but he wanted to see you all of the time.
“Stay till midnight?” He quizzes, your eyes meeting his and you nod, kissing him softly.
“I’ll be back before you know it, Sungie.”
“I know…But I don’t want tonight to end yet.” He admits, wrapping his arm around you.
You help him clean up the disaster of wrapping paper, the burnt cookies, spending the whole time laughing so hard your sides were starting to hurt. But it was long past midnight now, and the two of you were curled up on the sofa together,
“Guess you’re staying til the morning then, huh?” he smirks as you tiredly snuggle into him, kissing his chest softly,
“Hmm..”
“I’ll drive you to the station, I promise,” he chuckles.
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