“You’ll never take me alive!” Jae screams as he dodges a bullet from your Nerf gun
“Hah! You can’t best me, fool!” You yell back, loading more bullets into your ‘heavy-duty’ toy gun
“I beg to differ” he smiles widely, shooting at you just as you raised your gun again
You pretend to be shocked, leaving your mouth open and over-dramatically falling to the floor, clutching your ‘wound’. your boyfriend smiles triumphantly and walks over to you, placing his foot on top of your chest and declaring himself the winner.
“You’re supposed to mourn for me!” You complain
“But that’s no fun” He shrugs, smirking devilishly
Jae: “BiTcH wHaT tHe FuCk?” His head snaps over to you and his face instantly turns bright pink. He laughs it off, hoping that no one notices. As he continues on performing, he looks over at you and thinks about it, causing him to get flustered again.
Sungjin: “Wah?? Are you insane??” He stares in disbelief that you’d do something so crazy right in front of him and the boys. For the rest of the show he fights with himself on whether he should yell at you or just pretend that it didn’t happen.
Young K: “Well, damn. This really is a great show.” He stares over to you, with a smirk across his face and chuckles. When you lower your shirt, he looks over and bites his lip, knowing that you two will have a lot of fun as soon as the show ends.
Wonpil: He stutters as he looks over to you as he sings. All lyrics fly out of his mind and he just stares awkwardly at your chest. His fingers get tied together and he plays a sharp note, causing the boys to look over to him, then at you. “Why....?....?...!!..”
Dowoon: *drumstick flies across the stage* He stares at your bare chest before you throw your shirt back down, not sure how to react. Hoping that no one else noticed, he quickly grabs a new drumstick and lowers his now red face down to hide it.
[5:41 pm] every thursday for the past three years you’ve had movie nights with Jae, tonight they are at his house and tonight is the anniversary of the first movie night. and you get to pick the first movie and you put it and hit play and pause it before it starts so he doesnt know what is about to come. Then it plays and its chicken little and he just throws the popcorn he finished making on you because he is sick of your games.
getting on top of you to play wrestle with you, jaehyung almost kicks the bowl of crisps off of the table. "hey! watch out..!" you said, trying to get away from him. he did a little "hushushush... i know exactly how to bribe you into forgiving me" he said, voice acting an evil laugh before placing a tender kiss on your lips. "do i taste like doritos?" you ask, chuckling a little as jae licks his lips, pulls a face and then stupidly smacks his lips. "hmmm... i can't really tell.. may i taste again?"
Prompt: #10 “This tree’s bigger than my future” + #49 “How many advent calendars does one person need?”
Genre: Crack/Fantasy AU?
Warnings: None
Words: 1.2k
You ascend into consciousness into what appears as a blur of red and green. The ground below you feels uncomfortable, sharp edges puncturing your body everywhere as you try to make sense of where you are. You flinch in pain as you try to get up, only to groan out loud but then a helpful hand appears in front of you out of thin air.
You look upwards to find a boy looking at you with soft eyes and a kind smile. His eyes are brown reminding you of molten chocolate and his hair is a very golden shade of blonde, from what you can see from underneath his pointy hat.
Wait. Pointy hat?
The slight blur abandons your eyes and you realise the pointy hat is red and green. As are the rest of his clothes. Green shorts over striped tights and a red t-shirt over a simple green full-sleeved shirt. The pointy hat is decorated with small golden bells and right from underneath it are hiding two… two…
You gasp out loud.
Pointy ears.
The boy has pointy ears.
What the hell is going on?
“Hello, I can see you’re confused but I can help. My name is Jae and I’m a Christmas elf!” the boy in front of you greets you with a smile but you’re left in shock.
“A Christmas elf?” you ask incredulously.
“Well, I’m just an intern for now but if I do my job right, next year I’ll be promoted into a permanent Christmas elf!” the boy announces cheerfully but your eyes are already occupied as they take in the room you’re currently in.
The ceiling is ten meters tall, the walls a beautiful shade of beige with red and green intricate details gracing them. There’s a huge fireplace with hundreds of stocking hanging over it, each one overstuffed and next to it stands proud a big Christmas tree. It’s a fir and it’s gigantic, almost reaching the ceiling, loaded with millions of ornaments and tinsels and ribbons and snowflakes and you can’t help yourself when the following words escape you.
“This tree’s bigger than my future.”
The boy next to you can’t help but laugh out loud at that before gathering your attention once more.”If you’ll follow me, we have to meet the big guy,” he motions you forward and you can’t help but follow him down the hall.
“Big guy?” you can’t help your curiosity.
The boy looks at you as if you’ve gone mad. “Well, Santa Claus of course, who else?”
On second thought maybe you have?
“Wait I have a question, if you’re an elf why are you tall?” you ask cautiously and the boy laughs again.
“Elves aren’t tiny like movies depict them. They come in the average human sizes,” he announces with a skimp on his step.
“Then why are they all so tiny compared to Santa?” you ask seriously, deciding to roll with it. Maybe it is all a dream that you will wake up from soon.
The boy only looks at you mischievously as you reach a big golden door. His hand wraps around the doorknob and with a smirk, he opens the door.
“I guess now you’ll get to see why everyone calls him “big guy”,” the boy says and when your eyes move to the room behind the door, your mouth drops.
There in the middle of the room rest a big wooden chair made of candy and glitter. And when we say big, we mean big, like the size of a closet big. And upon it sits a man, dressed in the familiar red and white suit, while running his fingers through his long, white beard.
Right before your eyes is Santa Claus himself. Him in his all seven meters glory.
“Santa, I brought you what you asked for,” Jae gleams at the man on the chair, swinging at the pads of his feet with glee.
The man with the white beard looks confused at the elf for a moment before a note of realization passes through his eyes and he rests his head on his hand with a sigh.
Jae’s smile slowly fades as he tries to understand what went wrong and you’re equally confused as to why Santa requested you specifically.
Oh my god! Maybe it’s like one of those movies where Santa has to pick a successor, and you’re the chosen one! Maybe all of the bad luck in your life has lead you to this moment where you’ll get to prove your worth and be the best Santa Claus to ever-.
“I asked for the purest pearl, not the purest girl,” the big guy sighs, looking more and more tired and a look of pure shock descends your features.
The purest girl? Is this some kind of a joke? You are not pure. Not pure at all. Where did this elf base his opinion on?
The boy looks mortified as his eyes travel between you and Santa. “B-But I thought you said-”
“Why on earth would I need the purest girl? I wanted the purest pearl as I gift for my wife and now you’ve ruined it…” Santa Clause explains rubbing his temples slowly before standing up from his chair.
“Maybe you’re not fit for this type of work. Call over Sungjin for me to take over,” Santa announces and Jae’s mouth clumps shut out of sheer embarrassment.
“And take this girl back to her home, for Christmas’ sake!”
“Can I ask one question before I go, though?” you interrupt the man itself and he turns around to finally look at you.
“You may, young girl,” he responds with a kind smile.
“How many advent calendars does one person need?” you ask the only question that’s been bugging your mind from the moment you stepped into the room. Every wall is filled with thousands of advent calendars, some of them open and some of them closed. You can’t help but wonder why does he need so many.
Santa Claus looks at you taken aback but then a loud laugh roars through the room. And for some reason, it starts snowing? Like inside the room? That has a roof and everything?
The man takes this moment of confusion to kneel in front of you with a wide smile.
“You wanna know why I have so many calendars, young girl?”. You nod eagerly.
The man smiles again and he leans forward, ready to confess to you one of his secrets and your whole body buzzes with excitement.
And then he replies.
“Because I’m Santa Claus!”
Then with one snap of his fingers, you’re back on your bed, safe and sound, fast asleep.
And in the morning you’ll wake up with one hell of a dream to tell your cousins.
