Could you write about Daesung surprising the reader by places mistletoes all over their apartment so he has more of an excuse to keep kissing the reader? 🤭
under the mistletoe
a/n- hello… 🎤 is this thing on… hi! i’m back. I’m sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth, i’ve been lowkey going through it but i’ve missed writing so much, so i hope you accept this daesung fluff as an apology. enjoy! ❤️❤️ also i know this is a christmas request and it’s way past… just go with it
pairing- kang daesung x f!reader
contents- major fluff
synopsis- daesung decorates your house for christmas in a very... daesung way.
word count- 780
Small, white flurries pour from the sky, landing on your windowsill as gracefully as possible. You study each one, the small crystals illuminated by the sunset. You cradle your latte closer, the warmth of the mug heating your otherwise freezing fingertips.
Winter always makes you feel sluggish. But cozy afternoons like this make it a little more bearable. Your bedroom is chilly, only made better by the steaming drink in your hands and the heated blanket wrapped around you like a lifeline.
You can hear Daesung walking around outside of the room, but the sound of the TV playing your favourite Christmas movie drowns out whatever he could be doing.
He’d always loved Christmas. Ever since the two of you had been together, he’s always made a big deal out of it. You loved it. Every second of the holiday with him felt magical. And he always found some kind of way to top it, even when you didn’t think it could get better.
“Jagi?” Daesung’s voice, suddenly right outside your door, causes you to smile.
He opens the door, smile wide and kind. Like always. You set down your coffee on the nightstand, but when you try and stand, he stops you.
Without another word, he scoops you up with ease. You melt into the touch immediately, head resting gently against his chest, his warmth mixed with the blanket that still hangs loosely around you almost melting you from the inside.
“I have a surprise.” His voice is low and warm, his forehead almost touching yours.
“What is it?” You giggle, and he plants a kiss on the top of your head. He doesn’t respond, just carries you out of the room with a wide grin.
The hallway catches your eye.
Mistletoes. Probably 10 of them, hanging from the ceiling, all the way down the hallway.
You look from the decor back to him, and he smiles. Then, ever the theatrical you know and love, Daesung looks to the first mistletoe and furrows his brow.
“How did this get here? Well, you know what we have to do.” He says, shrugging. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It lingers for a moment, then he pulls away just enough so when he smiles, you can still feel his lips curl against your skin.
“You sneaky little shit.” You roll your eyes. He raises his hands in defence.
“Hey, I didn’t do anything. But- oh!” He says, walking forward but then immediately stopping again under the next mistletoe. “Another one! Well, I guess we have no choice.”
You laugh, still utterly helpless in his arms. He squeezes you a little closer, kissing you again slowly.
The pattern continues all the way down the hallway, until you finally reach the living room, which is the same story.
Mistletoes hang from everywhere he could’ve hung them. You laugh at the sight, and Daesung’s unknowing facade fades when he laughs a little too.
He stops underneath the one hanging at the entrance to the living room, looking to you again. He leans in, this time to your cheek. He rests his face gently against yours for a moment, his warmth radiating to your skin.
“You’re insufferable.” You mutter, still giggling.
“You love it.” He whispers, tone gentle and sweet.
“Unfortunately.”
Daesung walks again, stopping right before the Christmas tree that the two of you have yet to decorate. Boxes of ornaments sit unopened on the floor next to the tree, and hanging from the ceiling right in front of it, yet another mistletoe.
Daesung finally sets you down, but his hands never leave you. One finds your waist, the other coming up to cup your face gently.
This time, you don’t wait for him. You reach up and kiss him, your arms wrapped securely around his neck. He pulls you closer until the space between you is nonexistent.
“I love you.” He whispers, breath ghosting your lips. He rests his forehead against yours, smiling wide.
“I love you more.” You say, the blanket that once hugged you falling to the floor. You jump up onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
Daesung’s arms wrap around you tightly as he plants soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. Whispers leave his lips, but they’re barely audible to you.
The rest of the night is spent decorating the tree together with Christmas music playing softly in the background.
And every single time the two of you find yourselves underneath one of the many mistletoes he’d placed, he pulls you in, kissing you like it’s the last one he’d ever get.
