It was his sister who had thought up the brilliant plan to use Christmas styled boxes for all of his gifts. He’d been organising what to get for Christmas since his birthday back in October, collecting each one up and tucking them away to give to his fellow TRC trainees. Even if he didn’t know them well, he wanted each of them to get one – he planned to catch them all, in a way. Inside the box was a Pokemon plush, everyone getting their own specific one, but specifically for Jessica, he’s added in snake style ear cuffs with a stuck on note, ‘saw these, thought of you’. Added by his sister was a small container of cookies, marked with a relieving statement: ‘Made by Yuta’s noona, very edible! Merry Christmas’. She’d even left a note:
‘TRC trainees! Merry Christmas!
This is Yuta’s noona, I want to thank you all for taking care of my baby brother and making sure he does not get up into any trouble. He’s not the easiest person to work with, but he is a precious brother to me and he will never say it, but he talks about you all and brags about what you can do, it’s almost like I know you already! One day, I hope we can meet and I will cook you all a dinner.
Please continue to take care of Yuta and yourselves.
Thank you~
P.S. Fighting! You can do it!’
sic waits until practice is over to open the box; in truth, she forgets about it until she stares at it next to her bag-- and when she’s in the safety of her home, only then does she open it. lazily, she takes a knife to the wrapping to cut the bow-- cutting it away until she can pop the top of the box off. she blinks at the paper inside of it, gently takes the note out-- and in true jessica jung fashion, sets the card to the side to read after the gifts have been taken out.
peeling back the tissue, she lets out an excited yelp at the sight of a plush-- shoving the handle of the knife into her mouth to hold as she takes out he sylveon, letting out muffled noises of happiness as she holds the plush in her hands. she hums, patting it’s head in a cute manner before setting it to the side, and peering back inside. when she tugs out the note and small set of cuffs inside. a quick glance to the note makes her snort, a smile stretching around the knife as she shakes her head. next is the container of cookies-- to which she makes a muffled scream that causes her to drop the knife. she jerks her leg as it bounces off, hissing at the sting of pain. a quick look makes her pleased that she hasn’t cut herself open-- and she eagerly pops open the container.
reading the note left by yuta’s sister, she grins-- chuckling. she fumbles for her phone, and writes out a message to the male;
[ kkt >> yuta 🤣 ]
>> THE PRESENT WAS CUTE
>> can i marry your sister? or nah?
>> the sylveon fits ~ and nice touch with the cuffs. you got somethin to say to me??
>> thanks though!!!
