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praising bf shownu (4 my honey @jaxonah)

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i’ll be home for christmas ☂

this boy is so beautiful also im vvv sorry if this is a lil short!!!

You grinned to yourself as you hung the last red bauble on the christmas tree of your apartment. You were, of course, a little late with your decorations - was decorating on Christmas Eve a bad thing? - but at least you got it done before Christmas itself. You would have gotten it done faster with the help of your boyfriend, Shownu, but he was busy with preperations with his comeback. You sighed when the thought of him crossed your mind - you loved your boyfriend to pieces, but you sure missed him.

You both haven’t had a chance to see each other due to his crazy schedules, but you were a fairly understanding person and you were happy that he was working hard for the success he deserved. You were proud to see his band rising up and growing, even though that meant he was at his studio more and at home less. You shook your head - now was not the time to think about whether your boyfriend was going to be home for Christmas. Why get your hopes up?

You smiled to yourself once again as you admired your handiwork. The radiator of your apartment provided a cozy heat that warmed you up, despite the snow outside, and the soft christmas instrumentals playing in the background gave the otherwise soundless apartment some spirit. How bad could spending Christmas Eve alone be? You walked to a window and admired the snow falling down. Golden lights from below sparkled like glitter and you smiled - it was like magic. Suddenly, your front door opened ever so softly, and you whipped around.

Shownu stood there, in a business suit, no doubt from an interview, staring at you with a smile full of light. You looked at him in shock before practically running to him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug. He swayed you side to side to the beat of ‘I’ll be home for christmas’. He kissed the top of your head as you smiled into his shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d be able to come home,” you whispered as Shownu slowly pushed you away from him, staring into your eyes.

“How could I miss Christmas Eve with you?” he joked. He took a quick look around your apartment before clicking his tongue in chiding. “Aishh, Y/N, where on Earth is the mistletoe?” he jested playfully. “Shownu,” you cautioned him before he laughed again, full of Christmas spirit.

“I’m kidding baby. Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he smiled, spreading a smile across your face.

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beautiful. bf shownu (for anon ✨)

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Fake Christmas Trees. (Shownu)

(for anon ♥️)

“Baby, I’m home,” you call out to your boyfriend. A quick stop to the store turned into a few hours of shopping. Every shopping center was so packed with people that you texted Shownu to pick out the Christmas tree while you bought the decorations to save some time. You placed all the pretty new items on the sofa and made way to the kitchen where you heard your boyfriend. Something in the corner of the room made you completely halt your movements. “Shownu,” you shout. You hear him walk in behind you. Before he can speak you say, “What is that?” He gives you a confused look. “It’s a tree!” he says with a smile. “It’s.... white,” you tell him. He gives a small nod at you pointing out the obvious. “It’s fake,” you say in the same monotonous voice. “A lie,” you say with your hands on your hips. “Babe, c’mon it’s pretty!” he says coming to embrace you. “Stay away!” you say loudly. He wraps his arms around your waist and pecks your pouting lips. “It’s so much more convenient to have a fake tree for our apartment, love,” he says. All you do is let out a dramatic sigh. “It’ll still look great, especially with how amazing your decoration skills are,” he tells you while wiggling his brows. “Compliments will get you nowhere, mister!” you glance behind him to eye the tree. “How about next year when we have our own house I get you the tallest and REAL tree I find,” he says while running his fingers through your hair. A weakness of yours. He’s smart. “Fine, but you have to cut it down too,” the pout not leaving your lips. All he does is let out a laugh. “Deal, you brat,” giving you another kiss before he begins digging through the bags of decorations you bought. Once you finished putting the last ornament on the tree it didn’t look half bad.