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pairing: suitor services officer!chan and admin support officer!gn reader

genre: fluff, light comedy, christmas au, college au

warnings: reader gets sick (stomach flu rip), some foul language (+ chan is down bad and dramatic)

word count: 7.8k words (i did NOT expect this at all)

synopsis: chan, who never lacked patience with you, has been courting you for almost a year. even with the treatment similar to an actual relationship, he never pushed you to give him your yes because he's just naturally down bad for you. but you make an effort to finally give him that sweet yes during the university tradition of the christmas tree lighting, even if that is scheduled during a hectic week, as an early christmas gift to him. that guy already freaks out and combusts with your simple words. what more if you finally seal that approval of being in a relationship?

taglist: @planetkiimchi @dreamcsc @reiofsuns2001

note: it's finally here! ngl it's kinda messy bc i'm really rusty in writing rn, so expect that there is more to this (many stuff is in here that is not indicated in the synopsis for the sake of the flow of the main part lol) but yk i enjoyed this, i seriously told myself that i want to finish this before the year ends so here is my late christmas and early new year's gift lmao i wrote this continuously for some reason and i slightly strayed from the original plot/synopsis,,, so enjoy ig?! happy new year to everyone!

this is a part of the printed pages & red-inked hearts series. you can check out the masterlist here!

Seungkwan rolls his eyes and groans, leaving Vernon cackling over his friend’s reaction to the entrance of you and Chan.

“Chan used to be so cool and well-put before he started courting _____. Now, there are heart eyes always so visible on his eyes.” Seungkwan furrows his eyebrows and points using his lips at the two of you, giggling at each other near the counter, “I don’t know if I should find that endearing or disgusting for Chan, honestly.”

On the other hand, the two of you are having a bickering session regarding your residency hours record. You struggle to keep your laugh as you lightly scold Chan, “I told you to write legibly, Chan! We can’t tell when you come in and out here sometimes, and it’s hard to read your timestamps!”

“Says the one who infamously has the messiest handwriting!” Chan exclaims and laughs out loud while rewriting the timestamp for the start of his residency hours. He wrote the time again and again on the same spot, making it look harder to read because of how thick the four numbers are.

You click your tongue and shake your head. There is always something to counter in light bickering between the two of you. You softly push his arm, “I’m going to shorten your total residency hours of the term if you keep on writing messily, Chan!”

Chan, who spots the Administrative Support Director at the other end of the counter near the wall, calls for his attention. “Jeonghan, there will be a discrepancy in my total residency hours because of _____! They’re gonna shorten my total hours—”

“It’s protocol to write legibly, Chan! Illegible timestamps will always be disregarded and not counted!” you quickly cut him off before Jeonghan even tries to give you two a word. To be fair, Jeonghan has a very long patience, so he might just laugh along with you.

“It will definitely be shorter if anyone in Administrative Support doesn’t understand what was written,” Jeonghan softly says to Chan with a smirk, enough to declare you as the winner of today’s bickering session. Jeonghan scratches his head and laughs after seeing his fallen face. “You’re very hardworking, Chan, and we love you for that. But it will always be a rule for everyone in DPL to write legibly for an accurate residency hour count.”

Chan hears a playful “told you so” from you as you grab the record and pen from his hands, writing the same timestamp as him under your name. Chan loses this quick game but always wins with how he can bond with your playful side. A side of yours that you often show with everyone but feels different in the context of courting.

Losing feels sweeter if he sees you sticking your tongue out and giggling to yourself in victory for some reason. He would rather experience losing this way, and there will be no ounce of regret in his feelings.

He quickly lost sight of you as you moved further into the office, way past the counter and to the back of the room to grab a correction tape from the small box of writing materials open to the members. You did what was needed—to clean up your suitor’s mess of handwriting.

Chan saw you use the correction tape to the exact spot where he repetitively wrote 14:26 and gently wrote over it much cleaner, similar to how you properly wrote the same timestamp under your name. He watched you do the entire thing with a soft smile on your face, gladly fixing his mess just because you feel like doing so.

The sight also makes him smile, apparently leaning onto the side of the counter. Things like this are not a big fuss to you, so you don’t mind helping him even with his handwriting, which is as messy as yours. Doing something small that doesn’t require your help is quite a natural response to you, which is a notable observation from Chan.

You look up to Chan across you, returning a more endearing smile as your eyes make contact. Out of nowhere in this mind, Chan just wishes you would stop smiling. He still melts too quickly with the warmth of your curled lips.

Raising up the residency hours record, you show him the now-fixed timestamp of Chan’s residency hours for the day, emphasizing your small accomplishment with your finger pointed to it. You can’t help but mouth words to Chan that nobody else needs to hear, “It’s all good.”

His restless heart was beating so loud. There was no holding back in telling you what his heart was screaming. “Thank you,” he inaudibly says to you, his right elbow comfortably placed on the counter, with his face leaning to his hand.

They couldn’t voice them with their full chests out of proper decorum. The other members might find it disgusting and improper in the supposed workplace, and you might get made fun of. Not that you fear the teasing. You’d rather maintain the peace in the rhythm of tiny displays of affection back and forth.

A screechy sound echoes from the door, breaking the bubble of silence between you and Chan. It startled both of you, making you chuckle and get back to proper positions—you sitting back properly on the seat and Chan standing up straight, away from leaning on the counter.

Seungcheol enters from the door and dashes to the front of all of you, a little past Chan and the counter. “I was told that there is a rush order. The contact person said that they’d need it in three days. I believe we should work on it right away,” Seungcheol says slowly, worriedly looking around to gauge everyone’s reaction.

Rush orders are typically a pain in the ass. You get to do too much work quickly, and your attention is fully needed to deliver efficiently and with good quality despite the unfortunate circumstances. Thankfully, DPL gets paid more with rush orders, which is desperately needed to compensate for sudden heavy work.

Jeonghan, feeling inquisitive, wants to ask more about this new work. He stands up, walks past the members on the long desk, and mumbles, “What’s the rush order for?”

“It’s for the research congress hosted by the university,” Seungcheol answered, hearing several responses of agreement from the members nearby. All of them seemed to remember the research congress all of a sudden. Seungcheol pulls up his phone and shows the email requesting the bulk order. Jeonghan also nods and replies, “Oh, right, that’s coming up pretty soon. That makes sense.”

As they converse further about the order and the upcoming research congress, Chan hops into the swivel chair to access the inbox and search for the client's email on the PC. He then asks someone nearby to prepare the other materials needed for this rush order.

“Seems like we need to print a bunch of laminated IDs.” Chan sighed, grabbed a small chunk of paper, and placed it in the support of the printer. “Didn’t we just print a ton of laminated IDs for an organization a few weeks ago as well?”

As a witness and part of what Chan was referring to, you hum in agreement and reply while setting up and turning on the laminating machine on the table near Seungcheol, across the large table and the counter, “Yeah, but, well, at least that wasn’t a rush order. We had a week to work on it and completed the order pretty early.”

Completing that order pretty early meant finishing everything in one day. Printing, laminating, cutting, hole punching, and replacing several rejects until closing hours. You do remember helping out and closing the office at 8 PM already. (Waiting until closing time wasn’t much of a bore since you and Chan were entertaining each other with endless talking and subtle affection the entire afternoon, as expected.)

Out of nowhere, you hear Seungkwan groan in annoyance behind you. “We don’t have laminating film!”

Before you even tell Seungkwan that you can get the refills with your raised hand, Seungcheol promptly senses your next move and tells you with his hand on your shoulder, “I’ll get it, _____. Just stay here.”

You slowly nod with a puzzling look on your face, pulling your hand back down. “Alright, then.”

Seungcheol walks and opens the storage room door limited to the executive board and Purchasing members. You look back to Seungkwan and ask instead, “What’s the size of the laminating film needed?”

Inside the storage room, Seungcheol hears Seungkwan yell, “Letter!” This made everyone laugh, even Seungcheol’s squeaky laugh echoing in the dim and cramped storage room.

Once you’ve got the laminating machine plugged in and turned on for pre-heating, you step away from it to avoid getting burned and hop onto the other swivel chair beside Chan.

You know what it means when both of you are seated beside each other in the DPL office…

“Will you be here for the Christmas festivities until next week?” Chan asks, glancing back and forth at you and the printer doing its job. “The uni has some stuff going on already. Have you strolled around the Christmas bazaar?”

“Not sure, depends on my schedule. Finals season is coming up, and I already have a couple of deadlines on the way.” You place your elbow on the desk in front of you beside the printer.

You sigh in despair. You’re not the most satisfied with the bazaar Chan mentioned. It’s finally your time to complain, “I already did my first rotation around the bazaar earlier. Tried to find some food to eat, but I just went for the same old pork tonkatsu meal from that same stall that’s been here since the previous bazaars.”

Vernon, who’s right behind you two, already laying out the paper cutter board, understands your disappointment. In a hushed tone, he butts in and moves a little closer to the both of you to share his sentiment spontaneously. “The bazaar’s not hitting hard as much as before. The same stalls have been invited in every bazaar that’s being arranged here. It’s not that exciting like they used to.”

You eagerly nod in agreement. “The best was the bazaar for the university week last year. Everything in the bazaar was so diverse! Couldn’t stop strolling around and do some window shopping back then.”

Vernon gasps and clasps his hands together. “I know, I know! That was the best, truly!”

Chan chuckles at you and Vernon’s enthusiasm. He really didn’t have much to say since the bazaar was just one thing he waited for. He waited for other events to focus on.

“The events now seem to be cool though,” Chan says while gathering the first batch of printed IDs. He passes the first 20 pages and asks those on the table, including Vernon, to cut the IDs out so they can be inserted into the laminating film and laminate them.

Vernon, still engaging in the conversation, squeals. “Yeah, the Christmas tree lighting and concert will be so fun! Are both of you guys going?”

Oh, right. The Christmas tree lighting and concert. You do think it’d be great to attend that, especially with the solid lineup included in the concert. However, you’ve got a final project to procrastinate, and the deadline’s on the same day as the Christmas tree lighting and concert.

Chan has no idea of that though. You’ve got a plan in mind already.

You look at Chan, tilting your head in intrigue. You can’t help but giggle at Chan’s look at you. His glimmering eyes look straight at yours, and it is very obvious that he’s waiting for your answer. Despite that communication through the eyes, he simply just looks like a lost child with those eyes and very slightly downturned lips. “But are you free on that day?”

Chan nods, also looking like a cute child with eager nodding, making you giggle once again. Chan feels his cheeks warming up and murmurs, “Of course, I don’t have classes on that day.”

Great! Everything will definitely be on track just by that single answer.

You’re fucked.

You’re fucking sick for the entire weekend, your stomachaches have been bringing you to the toilet, and your fever has been going up and down. That nuisance of a project will be pushed back until you can get up from your bed and have a quiet and peaceful stomach.

Chan already knows that you’re not feeling well because of stomach flu after you texted him earlier this morning that you might not show up at the DPL office for a day or two. He was very convinced that you were in a life-threatening sickness, offering a visit to your house (your parents’ house, to be exact—you came home from your dorm because of this sickness you can’t handle on your own) to check on you and drop off some medicine and food. And, of course, your parents can handle all of that, so you turned down Chan’s offer and told him to calm down and hope for the best of your condition instead.

Chan: Do you want me to look after you? Or just drop by, at least?

Chan: What type of food should you avoid if you’re having a stomach flu?

Chan: Nevermind, I’ll search that up

Chan: I’m still gonna give you food even if you don’t want to, by the way!

Everything was so wrong though. Everything is going downhill. You couldn’t even show up to Chan through the phone because you were repeatedly suffering in the bathroom, consistently unaware of your phone ringing at your desk.

You’re suffering. At the worst time of the term. At the worst season. Fate has brought you misery and declared to fuck up such timing of yours.

Despite not making enough progress in that final project, you were able to review for an upcoming exam adequately… an exam on the day after the Christmas tree lighting and concert. At least things seem to be in control in that area.

Thankfully, your exam today is online, and you don’t have to go to campus just to take it. You’d rather lock yourself at home than let strangers (classmates) and professors know you’re sick in the worst way possible and going in and out of the classroom to go to the bathroom. Who the hell would take stomachaches seriously as a medical excuse? That is part of human nature, they say.

Well, at least you got some sympathy from your friends, even your groupmates, who were informed that you’d be unable to attend the group meeting today to complete a different project.

What has been comforting you for the last couple of days was the only thing Chan had the timing right—cat and otter videos. You’ve been a cat person; cats are your number one weakness. You and Vernon even bond over cats at the office. As for otters, you just find them so adorable, and they admittedly look like Chan. Yes, he knows that you’re weak for otters because of him. The fact that they look too similar strangely makes you find more reasons to find Chan such a lovable, cuddly, sweet cutie pie.

You have such love and admiration for Chan already. It slowly grew stronger ever since he’s been making efforts to effortlessly show interest in you and shower his love for you. And, of course, it got to you too quickly. You fell deep earlier than you expected. Even your own family and friends have been bugging you to get out of the courtship phase because of how obvious that you can take this newly found bond with Chan more seriously. There’s too much love—it’s overflowing, hence why you planned to end the courtship and move on to an actual relationship during the Christmas tree lighting. It’s been long overdue, many say, but you really just tried to find the right timing. You wouldn’t want to tell your parents that you’re officially in a relationship with the guy on a random, normal day. And you’ve always been the type to plan anyway, and you don’t want to be spontaneous with something as special as this.

You simply have quite a comprehensive plan already. You just hope that your stomach flu won’t ruin all of it, as the Christmas tree lighting will be in two days.

Since you’ve been on your bed for too long these past few days, you have practiced in your head how you will do everything. At this point, you have mastered how to execute and tell Chan everything. You have finalized what to do and what to say. It’s almost like you’re preparing for a presentation that will reveal the fate of your grade.

It is kinda like that though. You believe this confession of yours will be as critical as Chan’s permission to court last year. He pulled it off so much, and you didn’t expect it at all, which meant that everything went according to plan for Chan. Now, you’re just aiming to reach a similar level in terms of giving the official status.

Now recalling it, he did find the right time to ask to court you as well.

It was also around Christmas when he asked for permission to court you. During the annual Christmas party of DPL, you mistakenly unnoticed his signs—he consistently picked you to be his partner in games; he gave some of his prizes to you because he “didn’t have enough space in his bag to put them,” which he actually did; he willingly sat beside you the entire party from start ‘til finish; and he walked you back to your dorm after accompanying you to dinner with some DPL members.

Chan showered you with all of his efforts before officially asking you to be courted. He has repeatedly shown that the ball will always be in your court right from the start as he asked for your approval for pursuing you right before you retreat to your dorm and after you thank him for sticking with you the entire day (because you’re not blind at all with that aspect).

“Will you let me court you?”—the unexpected question—was brought to you specifically. After initiating so many efforts with the decision in your hands, you believe you should be the one doing the same thing to him right when you start completely committing and take it to the next level.

Your train of thought ends with a shout of your name from someone downstairs, most likely your father. You assume you’re finally going to eat dinner already, most likely some porridge.

As you go downstairs from your room, you hear a unique voice that stands out. It is a voice you didn’t hear with your own ears for a couple of days, and it is a voice you least expected to hear in your household with this state of yours.

You race to the living room and are greeted by the one and only Chan with an oddly large plastic bag in hand.

“Hey, _____. Your suitor’s here. He has food for you,” your father tells you and leaves the scene. Chan sees you and swiftly places the plastic bag on the sofa. You grin, rush to the brunette, and run to his arms for a bone-crushing hug.

Chan murmurs your name, feeling your arms slink around his torso further. “I missed you. How are you feeling?”

You can’t help but chuckle, “Fever’s still a rollercoaster. I’m pretty sure the stomachaches would last until the end of the week, but I’m mainly hoping that the fever would be gone soon.” You feel Chan’s thumb rub on the small of your back and lean his head to yours.

Chan leans his head away from yours, making you look at each other. “How the hell did you get this flu?” Chan asks, annoyance completely evident in his voice. “You were so well and energetic last week, and all of a sudden, you told me that you caught stomach flu a few days ago?”

“I know, I know—”

“I’m so annoyed at the stomach flu, by the way,” Chan whines while holding his laughter, leaning his head back to yours. The laughter fades away and silences him as the fragrance of your hair lingers on him.

Chan moves his hand around your torso away, patting your hair. Stroking your hair, he mutters, soft and quiet enough for you to hear, “Just let me know if you still need my help, alright? I know you told me not to, but I’m always ready for you.”

I’m always ready for you. That speaks volumes and can be interpreted in different contexts. This man has prepared himself for so many things with you. He has won against everyone by a mile just by being this patient and easy to be with. Things have been easy for you for the past year because of him. He has always been there, so it's no wonder life has been treating you better lately.

Chan swears his heart could burst with everything going on right now. Your arms still entangled with each other, the excessively sweet words, and the peace and quiet. As you're still in tight hugs, he has been holding in his joy by pouting and tightly closing his eyes without your knowledge the entire time.

“Certainly.” You gently press your lips to his cheeks, making his eyes widen and jaw drop. “Thank you so much for dropping by. I absolutely appreciate it,” you sweetly tell him.

He leaves his other hand from your torso to touch the place where you pressed those lips of yours and grins widely, “Of course. Anything for you.”

You just can’t wait for the Christmas tree lighting.

Chan: Hey, you can catch up?

You receive a text as you rush to complete that final project in a class due the same day. You’re not obligated to push yourself too hard since you know you can finish it on time before 11:59 PM, but of course, you do things for love.

You pulled an all-nighter to finish that project several hours earlier to be able to make time for Chan and pull off this one hell of a plan of yours, apparently.

He is not aware of what you did, seeing your state of being busy since his visit to your home two days ago as your way to finish it early without the chances of cramming later in the day, which is partially true to your intentions. But, really, he has no idea that you also did all of that just to be able to catch up and attend a university tradition—the Christmas tree lighting—with him and say that yes already.

Seriously, you blame how this tradition always hits near finals week, hence why you never got to attend the lighting. You’ve always been busy during the university’s Christmas traditions to survive your final requirements. Hopefully, you get to experience it this time before you miss the chance next year because you’ll be busier by then.

Hello, Chan! Give me like half an hour… I’m not gonna be late, right?

Only the final touches are left, so you need at least half an hour to go through the entire paper and submit it. Finish the last paragraph of the conclusion, update the table of contents, review your groupmates’ work, and then you’re good. You might be able to do all of that in twenty minutes.

As you go through all that, you receive a message you decided to read through your lock screen.

Chan: Of course, _____! Take your time. There’s no need to hurry.

You go on and skim through the paper, which has over thirty pages of hard work from the past couple of days. You do not think of replying to Chan anymore, knowing that he is aware you’re in that moment of speeding things up without distractions.

On the other hand, Chan has been patiently waiting by the pillar near the tall tree a few meters away from him. He is naturally patient and long aware of how full your plate is very frequently. He doesn’t mind waiting, he has been waiting for you to officially claim his heart for a long time, after all. Waiting was not a tiring game between both of you, especially for him, obviously.

Chan easily notices how many of those who want to watch the Christmas tree lighting are also bundled in pairs. He quickly chuckles and shakes his head. His surroundings truly scream cliche, but he doesn’t mind at all. He’ll join in the cliche mood anyway once you arrive.

The sky is already dark at past five in the evening, but the buildings around the campus are bright with many lights hanging, and spotlights for the large Christmas tree are already open. Everything was illuminating on a windy dark night like this. Everything was so contrasting yet so beautiful.

There is this feeling bubbling inside him, and he breathes out heavily. It makes his knees weak and his heart beat faster. He unconsciously purses his lips and feels his palms sweaty. It’s a feeling he can’t completely decipher. It’s a mix of excitement and nervousness. Because finally, he gets to celebrate Christmas with you, but it’s your first Christmas together. Chan doesn’t see this as a bad thing, but he really can’t help but feel jittery and thrilled at the same time. The whole idea is just… nerve-wracking.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he quickly grabs it out, immediately guessing that you messaged. And his intuition never failed him, of course.

Hey, I’m all done! I’m on my way. I’m walking out of my dorm already.

Also, wait for me, please! Let me know where you are too. I missed you!

Oh, he wants to roll on the grass in happiness. Of course, he noticed the last three words first. He grins so widely and hops in place while squealing instead. He seriously couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He quickly messages his position around the area and instantly puts down his phone to look around to find you. In the last couple of minutes of waiting, a huge wave of people came in and scattered around the area, so he hoped that you wouldn’t stumble around somewhere else and lose your way to him.

Chan decided to keep still and await your presence. If there’s any emergency, you’d call him, right? You’d find your way to him for sure.

You greet him with a light grip on his forearm hanging on his side. Chan jolts at the surprise, your grip tightening ever so slightly to prevent him from tumbling down. You giggle at his reaction due to your prompt appearance, “I’m here, finally. You good?”

“Woah, you’re quick.” Chan scratches his head with his other arm, somewhat flustered at your entrance.

He suddenly feels the season's true spirit now that you’re with him. He could hear Christmas jingles in his head, the air became comfortably and tolerably chilly, and everything seemed brighter—even your eyes.

Chan beams at the reflection of the lights around you to your eyes. He wouldn’t say your eyes are blinding, but they’re rather alluring. He sighs because of those eyes. Your eyes that shined brighter than the sun. Your eyes that are full of life. Your eyes that become the star of his night sky. Your eyes that he adores so much.

The person behind those eyes has certainly lost control. The stare from your very own suitor makes you want to go straight to the point already, you can’t keep up with his eyes anymore.

You searched for him with quick legs and shaky hands because you knew tonight would be that night. You’re not sure if your hands are shaking because of nervousness or caffeine overload over your all-nighter earlier, you seem normal and lively for anyone.

Chan looks down and searches for your hands in your pockets. He pulls them out and holds them with both of his hands, widening his eyes. You eye at what he does with your hands—he rubs them with his own and blows them, hopefully giving you warmth even just a little bit in this breezy night.

“I hope that helps a little bit. Your hands were shaking when I held them,” Chan sweetly says to you. He presses his lips to the back of both hands and continues, “Should’ve told you to bring thicker clothing before you left though, I didn’t expect the wind would be this cold.”

You curse in your head too much because of how many times this man has unintentionally melted your heart. He has made your heart beat faster, made you stutter, and made you want to squeal. You would never get used to it, even after a year of pure intentions and sweet gestures and words.

“No worries, I did feel a little warmer after. Thank you.” You mean, your heart felt warmer?

You check the clock on your watch, displaying the time that is minutes away from the start of the Christmas tree lighting.

Unfortunately, one thing you have no idea about is when to tell Chan. This is your first time participating in the Christmas activities here. You’re oblivious to the flow of the program. You are pretty sure that you’re better off telling him right before the tree lights up though. Maybe you’ll settle with that instead.

You notice how dim the center of the quadrangle is. The star of the tall tree itself, almost as tall as a building, could almost substitute a star in the sky because of how high the tip of the tree is. It might shine brighter than the sun when it lights up because of its size. The small house beside the tree, which looks like a gingerbread house, also sits without any lights yet. Even some trees closest to the Christmas tree and house have fairy lights switched off. You guess they’ll be part of the lighting later on.

Once everything in the quadrangle lights up, Chan should know that you’re official. His one year of hard work has bloomed into something sweet and fruitful. The months where he proved his love and interest in you paid off because you want to be serious with him now. The idea of Chan pursuing you was once an unclear image in your head, but now, you can’t imagine where you’d be right now without him. You need him to stay with you for good.

You rock your feet back and forth, adrenaline slowly settling in. Your hands are still intertwined, making you wonder if Chan has noticed that your palms are heavily sweaty already.

You lean towards the pillar, keeping yourself still instead. “Do you have any plans this Christmas?”

Chan wonders with a visible question mark on his face. “Not really big plans, I’m simply going to spend Christmas with my family. That’s how we do it.” He pauses for a while, then nods. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Plus, if you're not busy, I might drive to your house to give you and your family something. You?”

“You don’t have to give something, by the way, but,” you hum, “my family and I will go somewhere this Christmas. We usually do that every Christmas.”

He coos, “That’s adorable. I’ll just give whatever we’ll give to you earlier then.” You nod in acknowledgment and thank him.

You drop your hands from Chan and step closer, shooting them into his jacket pockets. “The Christmas tree lighting’s kinda taking too long for me. Do you want to play a quick game?”

Chan chuckles and lets his hands gently join yours in his spacious yet small pockets. “Yeah, sure. What would the game be?”

This time, the ball is in his court, with the decision on his hands.

You quirk your eyebrow and smirk. “I’ll be asking you a few questions, and all you can answer is yes.”

Chan raises his eyebrows in curiosity. He wonders what in the world you would ask him that would make him answer unanimously. “Alright, game on!”

You laugh softly, “Let’s start out easy and simple. Are you feeling comfy with my hands in your pockets?”

Chan enthusiastically. “Yes. I actually love holding your hands, they fit very well with mine,” he winks at you, making you wheeze.

“Alright, I don’t know if that is genuine or not,” you humorously raise your eyebrows. Chan barged you with his words of defense, saying that he really loves holding hands with you. “You don’t have to tell me, I know that already,” you grin to tease and wink back.

Chan felt his heart drop with that wink. He really does get weak by your eyes. “Stop that winking, my knees might shake.”

You snort in amusement, shaking your head. “Alright then, next question. Are you free to hold my hands more this weekend when we go out?”

“Oh, right, we’ll go out this weekend! We’re going to join Mingyu and Minghao at that Christmas art market, right?” You nod in response. Chan hums and answers, “Yes, of course. We’ll be going around the entire time! I can’t lose you there, so I really do need to hold your hands there.”

“You don’t even treat this as a game anymore, you’re just genuinely answering,” you hold his hands tighter in his pockets. Chan laughs and tells you, “Well, I’m still playing. My answers are still yes, after all!”

You can’t help but give in. These are questions that Chan wouldn’t banter about. That romantic.

“But you know, we can hold hands more tomorrow, the other day, and the next few days before we go out again, right?” Chan pouts at you.

Those pouting lips are too close to yours. Just a little more, and you might actually kiss him.

You sigh and purse your lips, shaking your head again. You think you’ll be shaking your head way too much as long as you’re playing the game. “Yes, are you that impatient?”

“Yes,” he tells you without any hesitation. Chan giggles and gives you a knowing look, “You just gave me a question, in case you missed it.”

You really can’t compete with this guy anymore, so you straightforwardly ask, “Are you also impatient for me to make us official?”

Chan gasps. Jaw dropped, and he warned you with a pointing hand after he pulled out his hand from his pocket. “Hey, that’s something serious. I’m not going to say yes to that mindlessly!”

You softly smile, pulling out your free hand to caress his face and pinch his cheek. “Say yes to that for the game. I’m not going to take that into heart.” Because you know he is the most patient person ever to exist. You wouldn’t need to ask him to be in a hurry because he will never mind waiting.

He pouts and sulks. You notice his dropped shoulders, so you plead. “Hey, please, just for this game?”

Chan returns his hand to yours in his pocket and groans, “Fine, yes. I’m impatient to make us official.”

Well, here we go.

“Well, that’s the end of our game.” You notice Chan's rapid appearance of confusion, “I’m not yet done asking you though. Answer me genuinely this time?”

You wait for Chan’s approval before you continue. When he finally nods, you continue. You slowly and gently ask him, “Would you still say yes if I want us to be for real now?”

You are greeted with a Chan who couldn’t speak. A Chan who has the highest heart rate right now. “Even though you’re not really impatient, I really like you so much for a while now, like you’ve got me wrapped around your finger already, and I would like you to stop courting me because everything’s too real now and—”

“Yes!” Chan ecstatically says to you. “Yes, yes, yes! You don’t even have to ask me. All I wanted was to have the answer come from you,” Chan cradles your face with both of his hands and brushes your cheeks with his thumbs. “Do you want us to be official? I want to hear it from you.”

You wholeheartedly say yes, and everything goes crazy for Chan. As a dramatic guy, the first thing he does is drop to the floor, cover his face, and scream. His hands covering his face muffle the endless screams coming out of his throat. You can’t help but facepalm over this guy.

And that’s the first thing you have to deal with Chan as your boyfriend now, apparently…

“Chan? Are-are you alright?” you amusingly ask Chan, who’s still on the ground.

Before Chan even answers, you hear the speakers say the countdown will start very soon, bringing Chan back to his feet.

You groan and dust off the dirt around him, already giving him a light scolding on carelessly rolling on something dirty. You fix his jacket, shaking off dirt near the collar, “I suddenly remember that you’re a very exaggerated kind of guy.”

“Who you love anyway?” Chan asks, grinning and waggling his eyebrows. You roll your eyes jokingly and nod, “Yes, yes. I should’ve remembered that.” Chan grins more in satisfaction.

During the whole time of dusting off Chan’s clothes, you didn’t notice everyone was already counting down. You only became aware of the remaining ten seconds after your little bubble popped.

Ten, nine.

“The waiting was so worth it, _____. I love you so much, I’m not gonna stop saying that.”

Eight, seven.

“Love you, Chan.”

Six, five.

“Merry Christmas, Chan?” you glance at him with a warm smile.

Four, three.

“Merry Christmas, ______. I love you.”

Two, one.

Everyone greets in unison, “Merry Christmas!”

“_____! No way,” Chan pouts at you, looking like he’s almost gonna cry.

You have no idea how adorable Chan is with all of the open lights from everywhere exposing him. Fluster really takes over him when you kiss him anywhere, this time on his lips right after everything lights up. You can clearly see his ears turning red.

“Do you want me to greet you again?” You quickly close the gap between you to peck his lips. “Merry Christmas, Chan.”

“_____, I swear, you gotta let me hold on to you if you’re gonna do that!” Chan lightly stomps and shyly laughs, “The kisses are making me weak!”

You smile and sigh contentedly, “We really can’t deny that you’re dramatic, are you?”

He can’t help but swoon at those eyes of yours once again. They have shined brighter than earlier, complementing your curled lips. He believes that an unexpected wish came true just now.

Christmas songs start blaring at the speakers, effortlessly making everyone sing along.

Chan knows how you unironically enjoy Christmas songs—specifically Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas is You, which never failed to replenish your energy. He snakes his arm to your waist and pulls you beside him. He bumps you with his hips and sweetly sings to you. His bashful smile seems to lure you into joining along, bumping back with your hips, making you sway to the rhythm of the song instead. You lightheartedly laugh and continue to sing together amusingly, your hips swaying without caring if you’re out of tune or your voice cracking very badly. During the entire song, both of you just look like kids fooling around adorably.

“All I want for Christmas is you, baby!” you sing the final line to each other.

The echoing voice of Seungkwan is the first thing you hear as you arrive at the reserved room. “Ugh, the latest edition of DPL’s love birds is here!”

You and Chan entered with your hands intertwined together. Your other hand was empty as Chan willingly brought your paper bags with gifts with his empty hand instead. Both of you rushed to a nearby convenience store to buy paper bags for your gifts earlier.

Chuckling at Seungkwan’s reaction, you find it strangely endearing. You reach for one of the three paper bags in Chan’s grasp. You step closer to him, greeting him with a teasing smile, “Merry Christmas, Kwan. I have a small gift for you.”

You hand him a personalized keyring you ordered online. It is made of clay, with a small doll-like face resembling Seungkwan’s features and his name in orange. You also have keyrings for some of your close friends in Chan’s circle, which you’ll also distribute later.

Seungkwan’s eyes widened in shock, and his hands moved to cover his open mouth. “No way, _____. Are you serious?” Dokyeom and Mingyu behind him snort loudly and fall down to their knees together. This guy is so dramatic! It’s almost like this trait runs in the blood of many of the guys here.

You can’t even utter a word right away because of how hilarious Seungkwan’s abrupt change in reaction was. You nod fervently as you laugh away and shortly answer, “Yes, I’m serious!”

Seungkwan couldn’t help but embrace you and thank you many times before he quickly let you go. Seungkwan’s eyes lead to somewhere else, and you follow the direction—apparently to Chan. Seungkwan glances back at you, sneering, “Chan might kill me if I hug you way too long.”

“Hey, I’m okay with friends hugging _____!” With Chan’s hand on his chest, the poor, offended guy attacks Seungkwan with a pointing hand, “You’re bitter that you didn’t bring anyone today!”

Seungkwan raises his fists and shushes Chan. “You punk, you have no idea what’s going on with my life right now!”

Chan stares at him blankly and tilts his head, placing his hands on his hips. Before he questions anything else, you grab his arm and drag him somewhere else, almost dying because of laughter.

You tilt your head and head to Chan with a pout, handing him a cup of soda that Soonyoung handed to you earlier. “Let’s not dig into that any deeper,” you delicately pat down the back of his shoulder as he takes a sip, silently asking him to simmer down, “accompany me giving the keyrings instead? I’ll leave right after this.”

Chan wipes the corner of his lips with his Christmas sweater that matches with yours. “You can stay, you know? They will also insist you to stay,” Chan tries to convince you, stroking your waist. “The decision is still up to you, of course. I’m not forcing you.”

You shake your head, stepping back, “No, it’s your time with your friends. I don’t want to meddle with your shenanigans.” You exasperatedly sigh, “I had enough of those guys during the DPL Christmas party last week. Their energies completely swallowed my soul.”

Chan chuckles and nods, “Alright, that’s completely understandable.”

He lets you lead the way with your hand still on his arm, pulling him almost everywhere in the room, distributing the keyrings, and hastily catching up with every one of them. He feels like a chaperon of some sort, but your glass-full excitement and energy make up for it. You pull him into every conversation, but he stays where he is more comfortable—giving you the spotlight instead.

He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket.

Vernon: Dude, you’re so quiet, but you’ve been staring at _____ the entire time they talk to everyone.

Vernon: You’re so down, dude. It’s too obvious with your face.

Has he been staring at you as you move around the room from one place to another? He couldn’t tell since all he thought about was how everything felt like a dream. Ever since the Christmas tree lighting, there has been this floaty feeling within him.

Yes, this affection was crossing the line of courtship before all of this, but he felt more comfortable, free, and open to you when things became real. No wonder why his gaze has been dreamily following you the entire time while smiling softly to himself.

Chan feels your hand softly pulling his hand, which brings him back to reality.

Both of you end up at the door. “Seems like everyone’s here already. Now you go, enjoy your Christmas with your friends!” you playfully shoo him away.

Chan giggles and gives in. He knows he’d lose either way, which is completely fine with him. He’d rather see you happy anyway. Pulling out his wallet, he pulls out a few bills, “Here, for your hot chocolate for your special alone time. Also, for compensation for still dealing with the boys earlier.”

“Hey, I can pay for my own drink. Keep that to yourself,” you gently push his hand back to himself. “I’ll be fine, don’t overthink everything. It’s nice to see the boys once again before we all go on a holiday break.”

Even with the chilly weather, he can’t deny that your sweet smile could melt everything away, even his heart. Sighing, he returns his money to your wallet, “If you say so.” He pulls you into a hug and pecks your forehead. Rocking you back and forth with you in his arms, he says, “Have fun at the cafe. Tell me what happens in the book you’ll be reading later!”

You really do need quite a break after consistent meetups and Christmas parties this Christmas after finals week ended. It wasn’t much of an excuse for Chan because he does know you’ve planned this way back already—“After all of these schedules, I’ll be drinking hot chocolate and peacefully reading at a lovely cafe. I deserve it!”

“See you later?” Chan asks for confirmation.

“Yes, we’ll have dinner after whatever all of this is over, alright?” You press your lips against his, delicately stroking his cheek. “I’ll see you later.”

Chan lightly pushes your hand away right when he sees it reach for the doorknob. With a snort, he lightheartedly nags, “I love you, but I told you, I’ll always open and close the door for you! Let me do everything, all you have to do is record my total residency hours honestly!”

“Can we open the door for you guys to flirt around outside?”

“Shut the fuck up, Seungkwan!”

You hurry off outside, hushing an I love you to Chan, which he returns wholeheartedly. When the door’s finally closed, the door opens once again, with you peeking. You catch up before you completely advance to the nearby cafe, “Love you too, Seungkwan! I’m so sorry!”

After you close the door, Seungkwan gasps. He panickly tries to shout for you to hear outside, “_____, I love you!” he quickly looks over at wide-eyed Chan, “Platonically! You’re my number one friend, not Chan!” Everyone laughs, including your laughter echoing outside, which is also heard inside their room.

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