My gift for the Black Rose Secret Santa exchange! My gift is for Sujy, aka @daelicious-jongbulge! Okay, now isn’t it crazy that we got each other? Wild. Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and sorry I’m a bit late. (Also: there are literally no fics for hajoon. like none. i can’t believe the injustice) I really hope you like it agh I’ve been agonizing over this for days.
It feels like time has stopped.
You, sitting on your living room couch, a mug of hot chocolate warming your fingers. Him, snuggled into your shoulder, his own hot beverage in his hands. He hasn't spoken in a while, content only to just lay in your warmth.
The fire has died long ago and the music from your Christmas playlist has long since played its last tune, but neither you nor Hajoon has moved to remedy the situation. It's nice, you think. It's a nice change from the hustle and bustle that the holiday season brings.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks, finally breaking the silence. Like he had taken a pin and burst the little bubble that surrounded your thoughts.
You shrug. "Nothing really." And it's true. There hasn't really been that much on your mind other than the fact that it's been quiet.
Hajoon smiles, the corner of his mouth lilting up in an endearing little bow. "It's quiet," he says, voicing your thoughts and speaking them into existence. "Weird."
"Maybe it's just because the boys are loud," you say, thinking back to the Christmas Eve party that had ended a couple of hours prior. You can feel your mouth curling up to match the shape of his. It's funny how after time, two bodies will match each other's mannerisms. How they become one solely because the souls attached to those bodies have done the same.
"Maybe," Hajoon replies, and it comes out as barely a whisper. You think that he feels it too, feels the sanctity of the moment. Feels how it seems almost wrong to break the silence.
You place your half-empty mug on the end table in front of you and hold your arms out, encouraging him to snuggle further into you. He gladly accepts the invitation with an endearing, yet quiet, yelp of what can only be described as happiness as he dives into your arms, settling into the crook of your neck. Once again, the chill quiet settles in like the winter's snow.
"Hey," you say, suddenly remembering. "This is our first Christmas together, isn't it?"
Hajoon lifts his head up, eyes alight with realization. "Oh yeah. Huh. It seems like we've been doing this forever."
And it does. It feels like the two of you have been doing... this forever. Dating Hajoon, loving Hajoon, comes as naturally as breathing to you. In your relationship with him, firsts had bled into seconds, which bled into an infinite amount of memories crammed into such a short amount of time.
"Time flies when you're having fun," you say. Your grin is subdued, your eyelids slightly drooping, but you feel radiant.
"You're worse than me," you reply. You thread your fingers through his hair and relish in the way he goes boneless afterwards.
"Am not," he protests, but it's quiet, made soft by the static-filled quiet of your living room. He doesn't say anything more.
You glimpse the clock across the room and see that it's midnight. Your first Christmas together has officially begun.
You bend down and place a kiss on the top of Hajoon's head. He looks up at you like you're made of starlight.
