it takes him hours after practice the previous day to cook everything that goes into the special bento boxes he bought, but he thinks it’s worth it to spread a little joy around the company to people he works with and sees on a daily basis (many of whom, he realizes belatedly, he has yet to reach out to and get to know really well). inside the top tier is a fried egg served over an ample serving of kimchi fried rice, alongside a generous helping of bulgogi—his grandmother’s recipe. on the bottom tier sits two rolls of fishcake kimbap, homemade and wrapped with love. cooking has always been a pasttime he truly enjoys, so staying up until three in the morning to make everything seems like hardly a sacrifice.
the delivery of the goods are done discreetly after they all return to the training facility once their evaluations at the christmas party for the children. he places each box inside lockers, bags, hiding in plain sight—however he can get them to his fellow trainees without coaches seeing—and only barely manages to finish before they’re let out early for christmas day.
accompanying each box is a handwritten note, almost illegible:
hello, trainess of trc!
your resident chef, gordon chansay has prepared a feast for you all this holiday season! remember to dress warmly and let your loved ones know you care. let’s all continue working hard, and i’m sure the fruits of our labor will bloom beautifully and we’ll all show the world what royalty means. merry christmas, and a happy new year!
your friend, park chanyeol
at the sight of a bento-- in cute yellow packaging with a note on top, sic feels like she’s going to scream. another little gift, and while of course she’s thankful for it, the guilt at the fact she didn’t do anything for the trainees continues to eat at her. a panicked, exasperated look crosses her face as she stares down at the bento, and when she sighs, squats down by her bag to tug it out a long with the note, the smell of food hits her nose. humming happily, she pops open the top lid and peers inside, an excited noise leaving her as she can feel her mouth salivate at the thought of food.
glancing around for any coaches, she plops the lid back on-- and looks over the note, squinting her eyes at the writing on it. she can barely read it, but years of having to read over noel’s chicken scratch makes her able to make out most of the note. chuckling at chanyeol’s message, she hums and makes, yet another mental note to do something for the other male. tucking the bento into her bag, she tugs her bag over her shoulder gently, shuffling off.





