And she settles into the warmth of her home, body tucked underneath the covers until she feels the nice warm feelings of the Holidays arise. She doesn’t know what to expect any longer, she knows that regardless of anything or the amount of presents she received from other people. It was appreciated and loved from the bottom of her heart. When there’s a tiny knock tapping against the frame of her door, instinctively she got up from her bed and rushing towards the front. “I’m coming!” Hopefully they wouldn’t disappear so suddenly, she actually likes when they wait a little longer so she can properly thank them with a radiant grin etched along her features.
Turning the knob once it was unlocked, she opens the door to meet eye to eye with a familiar face. Naeun didn’t expect any of her family relations to appear whether they were by blood or with Kyungsoo, family by heart. He was nothing more than a good close friend and her nephew as well. Her fingers wrapped onto the sides of her presents, assuming it was for her to remove it from his grasp to place onto the couch near by so she wouldn’t move too much.
“My precious ‘Soo.” The words stumbled out of her lips faintly, trying her hardest not to simply break down into tears of joy but the feelings become overwhelming and it’s obvious by the way her monochrome irises began to water. Naeun doesn’t hesitate either to pull the other male into a secure hug, arms wrapped over his neck to pull him close to her because it always feels longer than a few weeks whenever they part ways for a while. She’s glad, she’s glad he’s okay and that he was simply there standing in front of her. “You didn’t have to get me anything, sweetie.”
“Auntie,” he replies softly as a small smile works its way onto his visage. There was nothing more welcoming than hearing the other call him with such endearment. He had dearly missed the feeling of being doted on, especially when the doting came from his beloved auntie. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, he thought, the cliché quote running through his mind while he reciprocates the embrace the other had enacted upon seeing him. Initially, it was a silly quote, but when it came to Naeun, he would understand. With his continuous periods of absence, he knows he’ll be able to return into the arms of the young woman without trouble.
“Merry Christmas,” he breathes while pulling away just enough to get a good look at his auntie’s face. “Don’t…Don’t cry. If auntie cries…Soo’ll cry too.” The words came out honestly, laced with a mixture of childishness. Although he knew that the other’s tears were of joy, it didn’t stop him from doing his best to prevent the other from crying. “Smile…! Soo loves it when…when Auntie smiles,” he explains while adorning one of his own, lips curled up into a faint heart shape.
When his voice quiets, the words not readily spilling from his lips due to the slight awkwardness lacing his every gesture and speech, he softens. The bubbling attitude was a default most of the time when it came to her. She was different. A place where he could call home no matter what, even if he felt guilty doing so, because he knows his brief departures caused them both, especially her, pain. “I’m sorry…” he whispers, hoping she would understand why he was apologizing.
It was that moment when his façade breaks, the tears pooling into his eyes despite his attempts to rein his emotions in. He was a big boy, and he wanted to show that, but whenever it came to her, he would always feel like a child huddled into a mother’s arms. “I…I missed you lots…” he sniffles before burying his face against the woman’s shoulder, arms tightening around the other’s frame with no intention of letting go anytime soon.
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