Merry Christmas, darling.
{--Chanyeol sat beside the Christmas tree with his guitar resting in his lap and a Santa hat on his head. The little puff ball on the end was replaced with a bell and he shook his head cutely, letting it jingle.} Merry Christmas, Baekhyun! {--Stacked in front of him were three packages all topped with one of those stick on bows. He tried making one himself, but failed horribly. Sighs. He quickly got up and turned off the lights in the living room so that the only source of it would be coming from the tree. He quickly tuned his throat and began to strum his guitar, a goofy grin plastered on his face.}
Nothing's gonna bring us down, oh no
No one's gonna stop us, here we go
Oh it feels so natural, just you and me on top of the world
Doesn't even matter what we do
I could spend forever here with you
'Cause you will always be my boy,
Just you and me on top of the world
{--He continued the rest of the song with a cheerful voice and swayed from side to side. When he was done, he set his guitar to the side and walked up to you.} That's not the rest of it, Baek. {--he cooed against your cheek before turning you around and sitting you on the couch. There was a projector facing one bare, white wall and Chanyeol pressed 'play' button immediately. Sounds of their laughter began to play and what was being projected were all the home videos Baek and Chanyeol had made, from the dorky one that Baek always threatened to post online all the way to the one's where Baek never knew Chanyeol recorded, like when he was cooking or cleaning up the house. A slideshow came after and photo after photo popped up of all the times they had spent together. Chanyeol could feel himself tearing up and he smiled once it ended, looking over at Baek and nudged him.} Well? {--He picked up the presents and set them in his lap, handing one off. The smallest one held a new guitar pick that had Baek's initials engraved in it. The medium sized box held a scrapbook of all their adventures, hence all the bandaids Chan was wearing from all the paper cuts, and the largest box held a red turtle neck that he was sure would compliment Baek's skin tone. The presents were given and the tears were pooling in his eyes. All that was left was Baekhyun's reaction.} Merry Christmas, Byun Baekhyun.
I love you.
//迎 — {` Monochrome irises dropping down towards the other who was has now settled himself down in front of the Christmas tree with his guitar promptly rested upon his lap, his expression had immediately brightened from the overall appearance of his dear friend.} Merry Christmas, Santa Claus. {` he teased, his own remark causing him to break out into a small fit of chuckles that quickly faltered when you had begun to strum on the strings of your guitar--such talented fingers working to produce a beautiful melody that nearly had him lost in the sound that was emitting from the guitar, his lips etched into a soft smile throughout the entire time period where you performed a little show just for him.} That was really nice, giant. You should sing more often, I like your voice.
{` Doing just as you had forced him to do without so much as one complaint being uttered. He was curious as to what you had in store for tonight--a little anxious as well, but he was broken from his train of thought when the sound of laughter had trailed into his ears--not just anyone's laughs, but his own laugh, alongside yours.His gaze intently locked onto the video's and photos that played, it brought a sense of warmth in his chest; was that how he looked when the two were together? Always smiling, laughing, and acting as if they were kids? Rambling and arguing about the most oddest of things, alongside seeming as if they were toddlers themselves. Regardless, he was touched by this gift--very touched. He turned his head forty-five degrees to his right to set his gaze on yours, nearly lost at words for what was presented--topped off his tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It was amazing to look back and see how far the two have gone with one another, and never once has he regretted ever meeting Chanyeol. He took the three boxes into his hands one by one, though setting them off to the side, and almost instantly, he threw his arms around your neck, giving you a tight squeeze as he mumbled.} Thank you for everything, Park Chanyeol. I love you, too.