A/N: second drabble of the day???? Ohhhhh she's WRITINGGG!! 2/10 drabbles
"ten, i told you to take the trash out today," you complained. it has been a really long day for you and the sight of the unemptied trash almost sets you off. It may seem simple, but you feel like you're the only one making an effort to keep the house clean and that exhausts you.
"i'll do it later, baby," ten replied indifferently, still scrolling on his phone.
his reply was like adding fuel to the fire. it was enough to tip you over the edge, but your anger was silent. it was so silent that somehow you wished it was loud. loud enough so at least someone would know. at least someone would notice. but it wasnt, so you decided to take the trash out quietly.
you were tired. making your way to the bed, you laid down on your side, purposely facing away from him. ten noticed the sudden silence. he knew you all too well, this was your quiet kind of anger.
his hands hovered over your waist, before he let out a quiet sigh.
"yn..."
in a world where you thought no one would notice, he would, in a heartbeat.
"im sorry, i should have taken the trash out," he said softly, hugging your back. you kept silent, as he drew circles on your wrist with his thumb.
you heard him move away, but felt a blanket draped around both of you shortly after.
"you can get mad at me... but im really sorry,"
"i love you," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your cheeks.
Pairing: Ten (NCT/WayV) x GN!Reader; Genre: knight au, noble au suggestive; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: corruption kink; Wordcount: 436
Summary: Sometimes boundaries are meant to be crossed.
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You glanced over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of your personal knight.
He walked a few steps behind you, keeping an eye on your surroundings.
A silent sigh escaped your lips before you pretended to listen to the conversation of the other nobles again.
Whether you walked through the gardens with someone else or on your own, Ten - your knight - seemingly only had his duty on his mind. He kept the boundaries between the both of you very strict and clear, making it nearly impossible to become closer.
Though your heart and your body yearned for more. Over the past weeks you slowly but surely tilted his high build walls, making the lines between duty and desire turn more and more blurry.
You fed him food from a selfmade picnic, pretending you wanted him to test it on poison.
You purposefully tripped more than once, getting caught by his strong arms every time. Sometimes you even faked a hurt ankle, just so Ten would carry you to your sleeping quarters.
Whenever he got closer your hands would brush against his skin, sometimes linger in places where they shouldn’t be unless you two were intimate. You always pretended you either didn’t notice where your hand was or that it was an accident and you would then slowly pull your hand away again.
You already saw the fruits of your meticulous work. A clenched jaw here, tightened muscles there, stumbling over words, longing stares when he thought nobody was watching.
You quietly excused yourself from the group of noble women, before you turned around and moved back towards the castle. When you passed Ten, you simply told him feeling unwell in the heat of the sun.
He nodded and immediately followed you.
A smile formed on your lips and you barely suppressed a chuckle, being reminded of a puppy running after its owner.
Once you arrived at your quarters, Ten announced he’d stay outside the room guarding it.
You pressed your hand on his chest, looking at him with thankful eyes. You felt his heart beat faster than before simply from your touch alone. “I fear I need your guarding inside the room today”, you whispered, noticing how his Adam's apple bopped from a harsh swallow. “There’s something only you can help me with.”
You slowly stepped backwards through your door and Ten followed you, staring at your face, waiting for further explanation or instruction.
The second the door closed behind you two, you knew you had him. He finally crossed a boundary he had set himself and you only had one more thing to do.
Word count:576
Summary:The spell broke when the music stopped. Ten stepped back, his pulse wild. He wanted to say something—knock on the door, find them—but the hesitation rooted him in place.
Pairing: Ten X Reader
Taglist: @sh0dor1
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The practice room was quiet except for the steady beat pulsing through the speakers. Ten moved like liquid—sharp, fluid, and precise—every motion hitting perfectly on the rhythm. He wasn’t thinking, not really. When he danced, it was instinct.
But his eyes kept flicking toward the mirror. The one on the far wall, the two-way mirror that separated this studio from the smaller one next door. He couldn’t see through it, of course. It reflected his own image back at him, sweat-damp skin and focused eyes. But sometimes… sometimes he swore he felt something on the other side.
The beat changed. He caught the flicker of movement in his peripheral vision—just a shadow, the suggestion of someone moving on the other side of the glass. He kept going, but his heart sped up. It always did when they were there.
He didn’t know their name. He wasn’t even sure they were aware of him. But whoever they were… they danced like no one Ten had ever seen. Free and emotive, like every part of their soul bled into their movement. He’d catch glimpses of it sometimes, those shadows behind the mirror, and he couldn’t look away.
What he didn’t know was that on the other side, the reader was equally captivated.
They shouldn’t have been watching him. Their own practice was supposed to come first. But when Ten danced, it was impossible not to watch. His control, his grace—it was magnetic. And the mirror… the mirror felt like a secret. Like they were getting to see something intimate and powerful without him ever knowing.
One night, it all unraveled.
Ten stayed late. So did they. In the quiet of their respective rooms, the music blurred into a shared pulse. And without thinking, they began to mirror him.
Ten felt it before he saw it—the way his body moved in perfect synchronization with the flicker behind the glass. He slowed his steps, and the shadow slowed with him. He reached an arm out, and so did they.
His heart pounded.
Slowly, he turned toward the mirror. And the movement on the other side stopped.
For a long moment, there was only the rise and fall of their breathing. Then—tentatively—he lifted his hand, fingers brushing the glass.
On the other side, they did the same.
Their eyes met through the mirror.
And the air shifted.
The spell broke when the music stopped. Ten stepped back, his pulse wild. He wanted to say something—knock on the door, find them—but the hesitation rooted him in place.
But the next day, when their eyes met across the studio’s lobby…
He smiled.
And so did they.
Ten couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time they passed each other in the hallway or warmed up in separate rooms, his eyes searched for them. And they… they felt it too. The quiet tug, the invisible thread drawing them closer.
One evening, Ten finally worked up the nerve. He lingered in the hallway after class, pretending to check his phone until they walked by.
“Hey,” he called out, heart thudding.
They turned, eyes wide. “Hey.”
He hesitated, then smiled. “You’re… in Studio B, right?”
Their cheeks warmed. “Yeah. And you’re in A.”
“I… I see you dance sometimes,” he admitted, voice soft.
Their breath caught. “I see you too.”
The silence stretched, charged and uncertain.
“Want to practice together sometime?” Ten asked, his pulse a wild rhythm.
✨Pairing: Ten x gn!reader
✨Prompt: Reader meets Ten's cats for the first time and is secretly a cat person too.
✨Requested by @skrrts🫶🏻
✨Word count: 0.9k
✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, slice of life, drabble
☀️Authors Note: Thank you for requesting❣️ I enjoyed writing this fluffy little Drabble! Hope you enjoyed it💓🐱
"Okay so my kitty cats can be a bit all over the place sometimes but don't worry they're very sweet and loving! So perfect for someone who isn't used to cats." Ten told you as he opened the door to his apartment and let you in before stepping in himself and closing the door.
His three cats could be heard meowing as you took off your shoes and hung up your jacket. The little trotting sounds of their little paws hitting the floor came closer and closer as Ten lead you into the living room.
"There they are! My babies!" He says with a wide smile as he sat down on the floor to greet them.
You sat down on the fluffy carpet behind him, looking curiously at the three cats making their way into the living room. What neither you nor Ten expected was for all three to just breeze past him and make their way towards you, sniffing you curiously. The youngest cat Levi deciding to jump into your lap, curiously sniffing at you.
"What am I? Chopped liver??" Ten scoffs pretending to be offended that his cats ignored him before getting closer to you on the floor.
Levi let out a little meow as you scratched his head gently, closing his eyes purring. The other two cats vying for your attention as well, gently patting you with their little paws, asking for pets as well.
"They seem to love you already." Ten says in slight surprise "They're usually a bit more reserved when meeting new people. You must have really intrigued them to come straight up to you and not stand and stare at the other end of the room." He confesses causing you to smile at him before looking at the kitties.
"Awww did you guys find me interesting?" You say and to both of your surprises Leon meows at you, as if he's agreeing that they do find you interesting.
"Well, since you're doing pretty good with them I'm gonna go and get us some drinks and some treats for the boys." He say getting up "Call for me if they're getting too much or overwhelm you. Wouldn't want you to get a bad introduction with my cats since you're not a cat person yet."
You chuckle to yourself at the fact that he seems to have gotten it into his head that you're not a cat person at all when it's the complete opposite.
You absolutely adore cats and if you had the time and money you would have owned one already but unfortunately that wouldn't happen any time soon. Especially not when your landlord does not allow pets in the place you're currently living in.
Levi seems to be really content in your lap absolutely loving the attention he's getting from you. Louis and Leon both try to get your attention by meowing at you and gently pawing at you with their tiny little paws.
When Ten comes back with some drinks the two cats who had been vying for your attention had decided to try and climb up into your lap as well. Louis had successfully joined Levi whilst Leon looked absolutely offended he had not been able to join the others on your lap.
"Awww it's okay, I can still give you attention sweetie." You tell the brown cat, scratching him behind his ear. He makes a pleased face suddenly content again.
"Wow, I really have never seen them like this with anyone before. Are you sure you haven't been around cats before??" Ten asks, taking a sip from his drink as he snaps a few pictures on his phone.
"I never said I haven't Ten." You chuckle "I love cats, I wish I could own one you know. And these three cuties have definitely won my heart over. I mean look at them and their cute little faces." You tell him before giving Louis a little kiss on his head.
"Wait... You're a cat person?? I thought you had never been around them or like loved them like I do?!" He said suddenly looking a bit embarrassed that he had made an assumption about you without actually asking if it was true.
"Hey it's okay, you never asked and I never told you." You said with a smile, Ten looked thoughtful for a while before looking up at you excited.
"I just got it! Since they love you so much you can be cat sitting them in a few weeks when I go away for that dance competition!! I was worried about finding someone they'd like and here you are! You could stay at my apartment and everything!" He says looking at you with hopeful eyes, you look down at the cats asking them:
"Would that be okay with you three darlings?"
The response is immediate, them meowing and purring louder as if agreeing that having you cat sit them is absolutely perfect.
"I think they agree." Ten beams, snapping another picture.
"It's decided then, I'll cat sit them in a few weeks. Then I'll get all the cuddles and give them all the kisses and scratches and treats they deserve." You say with adoration shining in your eyes looking at the kitty cats.
"It's purrfect in my eyes." Ten says while leaning forward to give Levi a pet. Happy you had agreed to it and that you got along so well with his three fur babies.
I had a cute idea for a hc (or a Drabble/fic whatever you think this would go with this request:)) with 10th doctor x short gnreader where R likes to hide and basically take shelter in the doctors trench coat when they get cold. When the doctor tells them to get out of it they’re too stubborn about it because the doctor is so warm, so he just gives in and accepts it.
“Trenchcoat, Blanket; Same thing, really.”
A tenth doctor x gn!short!Reader Long Drabble-ish thing I have no idea
Summary: Ten has a companion prone to feeling chilly, who also takes it upon themselves to remedy it by what he pretends to believe is a gross misuse of his superior and infinitely more efficient Timelord bi-vascular system. He eventually relents and sinks into the comforting closeness <3
(On a technical note; the bi-vascular system would make him cold but shhh…that doesn’t matter..)
Hope this is to your liking, Anon! Sorry to anyone who’s request still hasn’t been fulfilled, rest assured it shall come- eventually. My health has been taking a toll on me as my chronic illnesses are tough to come to grips with and awfully non-negotiable — Anne
It started north of New Earth, on a particularly windy and cold evening. Some certain strange man and the rather shorter figure next to him were walking almost shoulder to shoulder before reaching a small hill where the taller of the two would sit down to gaze into the dark sky. The Doctor’s mind was occupied with taking in the scene before himself that he almost didn’t register his companion sitting down beside him and…moving his coat aside?
“What are you doing?”, he asked in that curious, breathy, and almost concerned tone you had grown incredibly familiar with. You simply replied, “I’m cold.,” as you began to lean down and perch yourself under his large coat, happily receiving his warmth and the sound of his two hearts beating steadily (if not a tad fast). “I’ll fetch you a coat- you don’t need to hide in mine,”
“I want to, Doctor.”
The second time was set in yet another cold environment, this time a distant and snowy planet you two had been investigating for an extraterrestrial disturbance that had occurred early that day.
“See, I have a theory,” he said so quick that you’re sure he must have been an auctioneer before he became an intergalactic traveller and humble savior of planets. As he went on and you tried to hang onto his rapid outpour of words you did and didn’t understand, you felt yourself shivering. It didn’t help that your trousers weren’t made for this weather and your button-up wasn’t so thick. Yet you kept up with his stepping until he abruptly stopped to examine you carefully, looking down at you with a mixture of shock and intensity in his deep brown eyes. “Are you alright, R/N?,” he asks you, much slower than he previously spoke. You froze a moment, remembering the heat and comfort you felt in his coat just two or so weeks ago. Without thinking much you tucked yourself into the light brown Trenchcoat and pushed your own back towards it, seeking that same familiar warmth.
“Of course, You’re cold.” He said, sounding very much done with your new method of keeping yourself cozy outside of the safety of the TARDIS. “Why don’t you dress warmer for these trips?” You lifted a hand that you hadn’t realized has slipped up to rest on the Doctor’s ribs, formed your hand into a shape meant to mock one’s mouth, and opened and closed it recalcitrantly. “You know what, I should drop you here. It might condition you to do better in the cold you great short-“ “Hey!” You cut him off, pouting.
This happened again and again, increasingly often. You began to speculate that the Doctor was taking you to snowy and below freezing planets and time periods on purpose. Yet, you enjoyed the warmth so much that you never thought to complain. Another time, in the TARDIS you relaxed into the Doctor’s coat, maneuvering your head against his side comfortably, whilst standing beside him and chatting about how amazing your past adventures had been. He shot you a look, but paused and said, “You know, I do have blankets and extra coats.” “Don’t want ‘em.” You said. “Your coat is my blanket.”
“It’s not a proper one though, and its not meant to host both me and my companion.”
“I fit, though.”, that made him silent. It wasn’t a tense or heavy silence, it was soft and tender rather. Sucking in a breath, one that you heard and felt the buildup for, he wraps his arms around you and looks away. “You’re intolerable. And short.”
“Look, the way I see it, blanket, trenchcoat, same thing really.” You said with a playful tone. You could feel and hear the Doctor’s light chuckle that followed your chided comment.
Just had an idea of a yandere drabble, WayV as kings of different kingdoms fighting for Y/N who’s a maid for one of the members.
That sounds complex….
"Pardon the intrusion," a voice from the open doorway catches your attention and you turn to meet the gaze of Soyeon, another of the palace servants whom you've worked with on occasion, "our king would like to see you in the grand hall."
You nod, placing your cleaning tools to the side and wiping your hands off on a cloth, "I'll be right there."
Soyeon leaves you after that, probably to go inform the king that you will indeed, be right there. As you traverse the many halls, you begin to wonder what the king could have summoned you for. After all, you know his friends, some neighbouring kings and princes, are at the palace currently for a visit.
Meanwhile, within the grand hall, seven men stand precariously throughout the room. One sits on his throne, leaning to one side as he rests his elbow on the arm of his seat, head being supported by his hand. He frowns.
"I was the first one to propose a transfer of his maid to me, so I should be the one to attain them," King Ten says, voice firm and commanding.
"And since I am the youngest out of all of you geezers, I should be the one to have them," Prince Yangyang crosses his arms. "I'll make sure they're treated the best out of all of you."
"That's bullshit," Prince Hendery seethes, pushing himself upright into a standing position from the pillar he had just been leaning against.
Kun straightens himself on his throne, the king leaning back as his expression narrows in on the youngest prince, "are you saying my own treatment of my favourite person under my service is insufficient?"
"It could be better." Prince Lucas scoffs. "They'd be best off with me."
"No one is 'better off' with you," King Sicheng rolls his eyes, malice clear in his voice.
Xiaojun, the newest crowned king amongst them, scowls, "you six are so narrow minded. Always treating them like all they're meant to do is serve you."
"You have no idea of the plans I have for them once they become mine," Ten's gaze is deadly as he fixates on King Xiaojun from across the room.
"Yours?" Prince Hendery is the one to scoff this time. "Do not make me laugh. I will be the one to have them in the end."
"You're delusional if you think I'll let you be the one to take them away from me." King Sicheng's voice is low, threatening as his eyes flash.
"What makes you think you're worthy of them?" Prince Yangyang growls.
"And you are?" Prince Lucas looks at him in bewilderment.
"Neither of you could ever treat them as well as I could." King Xiaojun spits. "Instead of wasting their talents on mundane tasks and keeping them only to serve me, I would raise them to the stars with me. Treat them like the royalty they are, that they will be. With me."
Six pairs of eyes flash, Xiaojun's words striking deep and true with his intentions. Intentions which they all share in one form or another. For he is not the only one who will make it so that you rule by his side, like you've always been meant to do; where you've always been meant to be.
An argument breaks out amongst the royals, each man bickering back and forth between each other. Some stand firm in their spots while others not so subtly begin to reach for their weapons. After all, none are afraid to kill to get what they want, and what they all want is you.
The whole while, Kun sits on his throne, silent and observing. Each and every one of their trivial voices falls on his ears, their arguments beginning to raise in volume the more time that passes.
His shoulders begin to shake. Slowly at first, as silent chuckles escape him, until he can no longer contain the laughter that falls from his lips. The six royals turn to look at Kun.
"You all are pathetic," Kun shakes his head, tutting all the while. "You're all forgetting one major component to all of this."
"Enlighten us." Ten crosses his arms.
Kun meets his gaze, a darkness lingering there that none of the others have seen before ."They have been and always will be mine."
As if to emphasize his point, a knock sounds at the grand hall doors, a guard opening the door to announce your arrival. In an instant, you are stepping through the threshold and bowing to the seven royals in the room. As soon as you right yourself, you meet Kun's now tender gaze.
"My King," you address him as you always have done, but what you fail to notice is how the others stiffen at your choice of words. Kun smiles. "You wanted to see me?"
you find ten sitting naked in your kitchen the morning after. the window above the sink is open, letting the morning sun and trills of birdsong in. his hair is a black-gilt halo around his head in the increasing light of the sun, thin wisps of it sticking up at odd angles.
you give him a weary look, standing in the doorway wearing his shirt and nothing else—but not before greedily, privately, drawing your eyes across the lines of his body.
he looks at you with the teasing expression of someone who knows the best and most interesting secret in the world.
his face only grows more playful at the skeptical expression on your own. “what? you don’t like the view?” and then he spreads his legs—not exaggeratedly or obscenely, but he lets his thighs fall languidly open in a way that’s more sensual than it has any right to be—and you blink rapidly, forcing your eyes to stay above his neck.
“the view is—fine. but maybe i don’t want your balls on my nice chair.”
“you didn’t mind when they were in your m-”
“stop right there!” you throw your hands up as if that will physically halt his sentence. “i think it’s a little early in the morning to be entertaining your particular brand of debauchery, ten.”
he pays little attention to your panic, though, and stretches like a cat for a moment, scrunching his face and lifting his arms above his head. the sight of it is simultaneously cute and sexy, and you don’t know how to handle it except for crossing your arms and pretending like you’re still annoyed.
then he stands from the chair and walks over to join you in the doorway, as if the window behind him isn’t wide open—not that anyone would likely see him anyway, with all the foliage in the way—and you sigh, shaking your head. “you’re such an exhibitionist.”
ten grasps your crossed arms, pulling you closer to him. “then so are you. remember the garden?” he tucks his face into the side of yours as if he’s only whispering into your ear, but his mouth lingers against your skin for a moment too long to be completely innocuous.
“the garden...” you say, voice dry with desire and the still-lingering embarrassment of nearly being caught on that day, “was a moment of insanity.”
“you still enjoyed every minute of it.” well, you won’t argue with that one. not when your lips are currently busy with his own.
ten kisses you and doesn’t stop there. he makes a wet trail of them down your body, kneeling in front of you and lifting your (his) shirt to reveal your bare body to him. “what are you doing?” you ask, breathing slightly harder already.
he hums, kissing your abdomen on down, and silky strands of hair fall over his eyes. “having my breakfast. i’m hungry.”
Chittaphon loves getting creative at Christmas, and one of his favourite things to do will be to organise your Christmas cards, he’ll go above and beyond for each and every one, making them fancy and personalised for all.
B ⇴ BAKING
The baking at Christmas is most definitely your department between the two of you, although Chittaphon tries to get involved as much as he can, the kitchen isn’t exactly a place that he likes to call his in your home together. Instead, he loves just enjoying the things that you make, much preferring to be the taster rather than the maker of all of the snacks that appear in your home throughout the festive period.
C ⇴ CHRISTMAS EVE
He loves making the most of Christmas Eve and really embracing the moment of being with his family. Quite often, Chittaphon will take a moment to himself to make sure that he absorbs the moment and remembers how happy he is to keep him going for the rest of the year when he heads back to work again.
D ⇴ DECORATING
The two of you were well known to argue when it came to decorating your home for Christmas as you both had very strong ideas. You both were big on design and making sure everything which perfect, which sometimes led to a few creative disagreements between you both. Compromise was usually the answer for the both of you as you tried your best to decorate with as few disagreements as possible.
E ⇴ EVENTS
There was nothing quite like being in the city for Chittaphon at Christmas, the hustle and bustle that came with the last few days at Christmas was one of his favourite things. Even if the two of you weren’t necessarily attending an event, he just loved to be around people and use their festive spirit to increase his own, making the most of his time off, and in turn the time that he finally got to spend with you too.
F ⇴ FOOD
You’re in charge of everything to do with food at Christmas between the two of you, Chittaphon trusts in you whenever you find a recipe to follow. On Christmas Day you always volunteer to help out in the kitchen wherever you’re needed too, whilst Chittaphon tends to shy away from being too much of a helping hand, suggesting that perhaps he may be better placed by the speaker and in charge of the music in the room.
G ⇴ GIFT GIVING
Chittaphon prefers to give at Christmas and find the perfect presents for every member of your families. He never stops until he finds the perfect gift, one that he knows will be guaranteed to make others smile widely.
H ⇴ HOLIDAY HOME
Every year that the two of you could, you would try your hardest to make your home for the holidays either with your family or his. It didn’t even matter if you weren’t together some years either, just making sure that you spent some important time with your families was all that mattered to you both.
I ⇴ ICE
It was a given that Chittaphon was going to be able to ice skate with such incredible balance, however when it came to helping you ice skate, he was terrible. With you barely able to stand on your own two feet, you often found yourself bringing Chittaphon down with you too as he struggled to balance you both together.
J ⇴ JOY
The most important thing at Christmas was always his family as far as Chittaphon was concerned, whether that was with yours or his. It was one of the rare chances that he got to be with family throughout the year, and so at Christmas he needed nothing else to make him smile other than all of his loved ones being with him.
K ⇴ KIDS
He loved to spoil the kids in your family the most at Christmas, arriving with several different crafts that they could do, teaching them how to make several decorations too. All of the adults in your family loved when Chittaphon came with you for the holidays as he could entertain their kids for hours with plenty of fun things to do.
L ⇴ LOVE
The thing that he loved the most about Christmas was the buzz that was around the city, it was infectious for him seeing so many smiles on so many faces, unable to hide the smile that was usually on his face too. There was nothing quite like the Christmas spirit, and it was definitely something that Chittaphon adored too.
M ⇴ MOVIES
He loved settling down and watching a movie whenever the two of you found a spare couple of hours, it was something that the two of you tended to do throughout your year anyway, but as Christmas came around the two of you couldn’t not pick out a Christmas film to watch together whenever you had the time.
N ⇴ NAUGHTY OR NICE
There was never any doubt in your mind that Chittaphon would be anywhere else but on your nice list, he treated you perfectly and you always wanted to use the holidays to show him how grateful you were for his care too.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Chittaphon was obsessed with how invested you were in Christmas and wanting to touch your loved ones as much as he did. The two of you were incredibly thoughtful when buying presents, settling for nothing short of perfection.
P ⇴ PRESENTS
He loved to treat you to something special every year Christmas so that you’d always have something to remember the specific holiday by. He often paid close attention to the things that you talked about throughout the year so that buy the time Christmas came around he had exactly what he wanted in mind.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
Whenever the two of you found a present that you knew someone in your family would like, you tried to always make sure that you asked the other for their opinion too, making sure that they liked it too.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
On Christmas Day, Chittaphon loved to surprise everyone with matching jumpers to wear at dinner. He loved personalising all of the jumpers too so that each person had their own nickname printed on it, and he hoped that everyone wouldn’t be too embarrassed by them either and want to wear them for Christmases after too.
S ⇴ SNOW
Chittaphon was like a giant kid whenever he caught the sight of snow at Christmas. He loved getting out and messing around in the snow, building multiple snowmen with you so that you could make a family of them. He would dress them sharply and focus on their features too so that the two of you could capture the memory perfectly.
T ⇴ TRADITION
Every year, Chittaphon would make sure that the two of you took a photo together to go on the front of your Christmas cards, including your pets too so that everyone could get a glimpse of your family too.
U ⇴ UNDERNEATH THE MISTLETOE
He wasn’t afraid to pull you underneath the mistletoe whenever he wanted to be affectionate with you, if anything, Chittaphon used the mistletoe a lot to his advantage as you could never say no to him when underneath it.
V ⇴ VACATION
Most years the two of you found yourselves going on holiday for Christmas so that you got to be with your family. Christmas in Korea was very rare for you both as you tried to ensure it was time spent with your families.
W ⇴ WRAPPING
You gave Chittaphon full control when it came to wrapping, he would always be extra when wrapping even the smallest of presents you bought.
X ⇴ XXXX
When he opened the gifts that you bought him at Christmas, Chittaphon always made sure to kiss you after receiving every single one so that he could let you know just how appreciative he was for the thought you put into them all.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his favourite present, whether the two of you got to celebrate together or not.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
Falling asleep at the end of Christmas often left Chittaphon feeling a little dejected, he hated knowing that the holidays were over and knowing that he’d have to wait another year to do it all over again.
