#advxjunmyeon

[advseungyoun-blog]

“You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies.”

Crumbs slip from the corner of his mouth, little freckles of brown and colored sugar as he turns around with haste, eyes wide and alert as they stare into the ones that are observing him with an air of accusation. “he doesn’t need anymore weight so in a way I’m saving him.” One hand is clasped upon the table where all of the sweets were placed, the small of his back yielding under the press of rounded mahogany and reeling out a a quiet protesting squeak from the furniture. The other hand has a gingerbread who’s met its obvious demise through decapitation, its ugly looking sweater constructed of intricate frosted lines now the only indication that the confection was  made with care. “I always get hungry at this time of night and I thought they were just free food before the holidays,” he tries to explain before he remembers how guilty he looks, a hard swallow that punctuating his words a little too suddenly. “Do….do you want the last half of this one and then we could just act like none of this happened.” It would be a genuinely kind gesture were it ridden of the guilt that has his bottom lip tucked and his forehead dimpled with stress, an arm outstretched with the evidence of his crime. 

[advjiyong-blog]

“You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies.”

“Aight’, first things first, this ain’t cookies. Their fuckin’ dog treats because someone thinks they’re real fuckin’ funny. Second: do you know how much I run around in a day?!” Jiyong’s pouting slightly with one of the candy cane shaped dog treats hanging out of his mouth. They aren’t exactly his favorite thing in the world. He thinks their bland and actually cookies would probably taste a lot better, but someone decided it was hilarious to give hellhound a box of dog treats as though it’s the most logical thing in the world. Jiyong doesn’t find it funny, but he also doesn’t like wasting food… So he’s eating the stupid things. Great.

“If I get fat on dog treats that would be insane. You humans are the ones who gotta’ watch your weight, not me. So don’t scold me on my life choices, mutt.” He rolls his eyes and growls just a little. He bites the treat in half before pulling out another one and pointing it at the stranger. Wait… Does he even know this guy? Why is he getting scolded if he doesn’t? Don’t humans not like talking to strangers or something? Whatever.

“’Sides… You probably just want one for yourself. I ain’t reccomendin’ ya’ try one though. They suck.”

[advxjjong]

[text]: I may or may not have eaten the entire gingerbread house we made two days ago.

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[advxsanghyuk-blog]

“Santa’s not real! There, I said it!”

He looks at the other man throughsquinting eyes, trying to gauge the sincerity of these words, but he’sincredibly sleep-deprived at the moment. Sanghyuk’s next move is to turn aroundand see if Junmyeon was magically referring to someone else, but alas,apparently he was directly speaking to him.

“Oh, is that so?” he replies calmly,reaching for his mug of coffee to take a long sip out of. Sanghyuk can feel theother’s gaze boring into him the entire time, and he sets his cup down with aloud sigh. “And why, exactly, would you say that?”

He folds his hands together so he canlean forward and rest against his mouth against them. Against his wits,Sanghyuk decides to entertain Junmyeon by listening to him speak, but suddenlyhe closes his eyes and raises a hand to shut the man up. “That was a veryfascinating and interesting explanation there,” he starts, smiling pleasantlywhile he looks down at his wrist watch, “but unfortunately it seems like mybreak is almost up, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to stop you from ruiningall of my childhood dreams.”

Amused, Sanghyuk rises from his seatwith his mug in one hand and a ‘V’ sign in the other. “I’d be delighted tocontinue this discussion another time, however. Happy holidays, I suppose?”

[advkeybum]

“You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies.”

The cookie was half-way crammed into Key’s mouth when he heard Junmyeon’s voice besides him. Bitch? The blond’s face immediately became deadpan as he slowly finished off the existing cookie bit by bit never breaking eye contact. He reached out to take another from the plate and ate it just as slowly not caring that he was dropping crumbs all over the floor. No way was he going to stop eating these delicious bits of heaven just because this dude implied that he was going to get fat. Fuck that noise.

Slender fingers daintily brushed the stray crumbs from his mouth and lips before reaching out and poking Junmyeon square in the chest. “Ya,” Key began closing the distance, looking up at the taller of the two, “you calling me fat? Aigoo, kids these days. Not an ounce of respect for your elders.”

[advxhyejin-blog]

“This is the worst Christmas ever.”

“Well…” She admits this was definitelynot how she was expecting to celebrate Christmas this year. Hyejin can’texactly say the same for the stranger next to her, but being shown up by herblind date and being forced to attend a club performance to a band she doesn’teven like is pretty low on her wish list.

So was being shoved into a booth withsaid-stranger—not to say he was unpleasant, but if she must listen to thisvocalist screech until his voice turns raw, then she would want it to be herdate.

So was nearly jumping out of her seatwhen the fire alarm rang and the entire club was showered with freezing coldwater, and now Hyejin is sitting at the curb of a dirty street with a man shebarely knows while firemen surround the area.

“Well…” Hyejin turns to look at him,and as she examines his face in the glow of the club’s sign, she realizes she’svaguely seen him around the foundation before. “Well, if you have a sweet toothwe can go back to the foundation and bake something in the kitchens,” sheoffers cautiously. Her bright orange hair looks rusty orange from the water andlighting as she runs a hand through it. She smiles tentatively at him. “I liketo think I’m a very good baker, you know?”

[advjr-blog]

“Santa’s not real! There, I said it!”

His smile is ugly, the fissure of a pleased expression twisting his face in ways that make him look like pieces of different puzzles forced to fit together. “It’s not like some heavenly strike of lightning is going to come down and singe off your perfect hair because you don’t believe in the fat man anymore, buddy.” Cold digits thrum a rhythm against the man’s cheek and then fall, contemplative and still back into Jonghyun’s lap. “Inside of us we all have little old fat men that want to make people happy and give them shit they don’t really need, and according to most B-rated holiday movies, that’s all that really matters.”