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flaneur001 · 1 year ago

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Since it’s Christmas, I had this fic floating around in my mind for sometime. So here’s [Redacted]’s Christmas Miracle. A little Christmas present for my fellow 14 days with you enthusiasts ^^

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[Redacted] x GN Reader

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[Redacted]’s Christmas Miracle

It was Christmas Eve. The chilling air danced around [Redacted’s] form, biting and nipping at his exposed nose and ears. All his piercings felt cold on his face, numbing it in a way he liked.

He trudged towards the downtown bar, inconspicuously following a raucous group of friends from a safe distance. He didn’t have a hard time blending with the shadows, for he believed he had quite a forgettable appearance.

Sighing, he dumped a paper bag filled with contact lenses, hair extensions, and bar equipment into his black bag. He had lost count of the numerous personalities he had perfected and put on in the past few months.

[y/n]’s tastes kept changing as they went through phases, and he went along with their every preference, trying to fit into their fantasies and become someone that Angel noticed. [Redacted] would go to the ends of the earth for his Angel but the last personality was sure a pain to master.

It was during one of the multiple video chats with Moth earlier this month when [y/n] mentioned that they had recently developed a taste for cool and mysterious bartenders who were specifically, ‘brown-eyed, had slightly long dark hair, and performed cool tricks with cocktail-shakers’

Hence the brown lenses and the hair extensions. But [Redacted] winced when he remembered the endless nights spent trying to master the cocktail shaker tricks. All that effort and his Angel didn’t even notice him, save for a small polite ‘thank you’ that he knew they reserved for strangers.

He felt a little disheartened that this personality failed too. Nothing lately had been enough to grab [y/n]’s attention and he was itching to get closer to his Angel. To somehow be a part of their perfect little circle that he was always a spectator of.

He continued his slow pace, training his eyes on the only person that mattered in that group of friends. Or ‘fiends’ as [Redacted] liked to call them. Although he loved [y/n] unconditionally, sometimes he cannot help but question their taste in the people they chose to surround themselves with.

[Redacted] cursed fluently under his breath, “Why that handsy little piece of…” and balled his fists at his sides when he saw Teo playfully slap [y/n]’s bum, suddenly regretting not having brought his trusty sledgehammer together.

As they walked further down the street, it gradually became crowded with last-minute shoppers. For a short moment, [Redacted] ran into a big family walking towards the diner across the street. He lost sight of Angel and their friends, but due to his tall height towering over all the people, he lost no time as he spotted them in the gaggle of people.

A cold and wet sensation fluttered on his eyelids. One of the kids yelled, annoyingly tugging at his father’s coat, “Look! Look! Dad it’s snowinggggg” the kid said in a sing-song voice. [Redacted] looked up at the dark sky in wonder, “Oh, it’s snowing alright!” he murmured as if noticing his surroundings for the first time.

The atmosphere put a damper on [Redacted]’s already souring mood. He was not a holiday person, and these joyous festivities felt increasingly nauseating as he walked further down the street.

[Redacted] turned a corner, tailing Angel and their friends. A man dressed as Santa intercepted his silent vigil, grating on his nerves. Dangling a tiny candy-cane keychain, he spoke in that phony signature Santa voice, “Ho Ho Ho boy here, take this keychain for a dollar and make a wish…your little donation will help several homeless children.” the man demanded, eyeing him expectantly.

[Redacted]’s azure eyes volleyed between Angel and this darned man who seemed like he would not leave anytime soon.

Exasperated, he reached into his pocket and placed a dollar on the man’s outstretched palm—with more force than necessary—snatching the keychain from his grasp. He stuffed it deep into his jeans pocket and began moving towards the bar.

“Make a wish boy. Believe in the Christmas Miracle !” The phony Santa called after him. [Redacted] rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Miracle…as if”

The fact [Redacted] did not believe in miracles would be the understatement of the century. But he didn't know why...he foolishly wanted to believe in them...If only for today. Especially when his ocean eyes longingly traced the outline of Angel with their friends through the glass window from outside. They were sitting cozily inside a booth in the dimly lit bar.

He rubbed his hands together and pulled the hood of his hoodie on his head as he stood there in cold weather. The gentle snow covered his broad shoulders the longer he spent time outside. [Redacted] watched Angel’s antics with amusement, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

The clock was soon approaching midnight. Everyone geared up to welcome Christmas. Angel’s antics became wilder by the second as they slowly went from tipsy to a more drunken state. [Redacted]’s insides itched with anxiety. His protective tendencies flared watching [y/n] twirl around the expanse of the bar. Their friends only laughed at the sight, and Teo even had the gall to record them calling Angel a "terrible lightweight"

'Note to self-corrupt Teo's phone later', he mused with a cold smirk.[Redacted] heaved a frustrated sigh and resignedly decided to go inside and keep a closer watch. But just as he stepped inside the bar, a zooming figure crashed forcefully into his chest, knocking all air out of him.

With mild surprise, [Redacted] realized that it was [y/n] who had bumped into him. Tensed and a little shocked, [Redacted] steadied his little Angel with strong arms, and to his utter disbelief, [y/n] peered up at him, craning their neck at [Redacted]’s towering form.

[Redacted] was dumbstruck. His mind went blank as [y/n], his little adorable Angel, gave him a rare genuine smile. Although [Redacted] knew that his Angel was drunk, his heart still beat a mile a minute as he gawked at that beautiful little smile. His mind zeroed in on the fact that this smile was directed towards him. Not some personality that he had put on, but it was HIM, that they looked at like this.

He hung his head a little, feeling a bit self-conscious. But then his heart almost stopped, his breath hitched in his throat when Angel leaned in closer and traced the snake-bite piercings adorning his face, “These are pretty" they slurred in a cute voice.

“So, do you want to do it?” Angel asked, breaking [Redacted] out of his trance.

“D-Do w-what?” [Redacted] stammered his throat suddenly very dry.

“Oh we’ll have to do it…or else we’ll get bad luck.” [y/n] hiccupped, then yanked [Redacted] by the strings of his hoodie, winding them around their fingers as they pulled him in, mere inches apart from their face.

Reading the slightly alarmed expression on [Redacted]’s face, [y/n] chuckled as they whispered, teasing him a little, “I’m talking about the mistletoe silly..” they winked. And [Redacted] finally noticed the mistletoe hanging above their heads.

“WHOOP DRUNK [y/n] IS THE BEST [y/n] !!!!” Teo cheered in the background as Jae and Leon created a loud ruckus.

“YESS DARL SNOG HIM SENSELESS” Leon yelled too, sloshing around his beer on the table as he egged [y/n] on.

Gaining sudden confidence from all the cheering, Angel smirked smugly before they stood on their tippy toes and leaned in, kissing [Redacted] square on the mouth.

‘Am I dead? Is this what heaven feels like?’ [Redacted] wondered as [y/n]’s breath enveloped his senses. He could taste pineapples and coconuts on their breath.

‘So they had Piñacoladas’ he smiled.

But then his eyes widened when he felt [y/n] slip their tongue into his mouth. It was as if all coherence fled him when he closed his eyes. Giving in to indulgence, he gripped Angel by their waist, pulling them closer. A palm splayed at their back protectively, supporting them as another hand snaked around the nape of their neck, gaining traction as he angled them into a deeper kiss.

A minute passed and Angel broke the kiss in need of air, earning a low whine from [Redacted]. Their chest heaved in tandem. Angel's flushed face smiled at him before they whispered, “Wow…that was my first"

Angel pecked on [Redacted]’s lips one last time and retracted themselves from him. [Redacted]'s hands lingered on their shoulders a beat too long. He balked at the information dropped on him. ‘So it was their first kiss too? But they have always been so popular…’ he thought, marveling at his Angel with a starstruck expression.

The slow din of voices gradually came back, jolting [Redacted] out of this little moment. Angel's friends approached them and whisked them away as [Redacted] swiftly pulled his hood down, shielding his face.

“See you around..” Angel trailed off, waving their fingers at [Redacted], stepping outside into the chilly night air.

For the first time in forever, a big goofy smile broke onto [Redacted]’s face as he stood in the afterglow of that first kiss. It was beautiful and nothing like he had ever imagined. He pushed his hands deep inside his jeans pockets and began following the group when his fingers curled around the candy-cane keychain resting inside.

A mysterious smile bloomed across his face as he wondered, ‘Sometimes miracles do exist’. Trudging along the snowy road, watching his Angel from afar, the atmosphere didn't feel so gloomy anymore

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yumiyue07 · 4 days ago

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Bumping into Christmas Magic ✨

♡ Author's note

✨ So this is Christmas... 🎵

Christmas Eve is finally here, and the magic of the season fills the air! As the year swiftly comes to a close, I’m excited to share my very first Christmas love story, inspired by Stray Kids’ beautiful song Christmas Love.

This is a tale of serendipity, snowy evenings, and a romance that proves Christmas miracles truly do exist. ✨

Have a wonderful Christmas Eve! 🌟

Enough of my rambling—dive right in and enjoy the story! Thank you, as always. 💖

With love, YumiYue 🌙

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POV: K-idol x fem reader

H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

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Part 1

Somehow, you’d lost track of the others. One moment, they were beside you; the next, they’d disappeared into the bustling crowd. You couldn’t really blame them—you’d been completely captivated by a stall filled with hand-painted Christmas baubles.

The display was enchanting, with delicate ornaments in every color, their intricate patterns catching the glow of nearby fairy lights. Some were painted with snow-covered cottages, others with prancing reindeer or frosty pine trees. The artist, a kind-faced woman with paint-stained fingers, gave you a warm smile before turning her attention to another customer carefully selecting a set.

A soft pang of indecision tugged at you. There was a particular bauble with a swirling galaxy of blues and silvers that had caught your eye, but you decided you’d come back for it after exploring more of the market.

As you walked away, the festive chatter of the crowd faded slightly while you rummaged through your handbag.

You’d meant to check your phone—maybe send a quick text to find your colleagues—but in your search, you paid no attention to where you were going.

Suddenly, you collided with something solid. The impact jarred you, and you stumbled back a step as the sound of rustling bags and clattering objects broke through the market’s cheerful hum.

A young man stood in front of you, blinking in mild surprise as he stared at the scattered shopping bags at his feet.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said sheepishly, stepping forward to help.

The young man looked up, his expression shifting from surprise to amusement as if he hadn’t even noticed you standing there at first. He was strikingly handsome, his soft eyes catching yours with a mix of warmth and curiosity. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and a thick scarf was snugly wrapped around his neck—a clear defense against the biting cold.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a small laugh, brushing off the incident. “I was distracted, too.”

You bent down to help him gather his bags, brushing the snow off one of them before handing it back to him.

“Quite a lot of bags you’re carrying around,” you said with a playful smile.

“Yeah, I’ve been on the hunt for gifts,” he admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. “And I think I might’ve gotten a bit… overambitious. I’m new in town, so navigating all this is a little overwhelming.”

“Ah, I see,” you replied, eyeing the assortment of bags. “Well, if you’re looking for something specific, I could help you. Consider it my way of making up for crashing into you. Or,” you added with a grin, “I could just help you carry all of this. You’re practically a walking Christmas tree at this point.”

He laughed then—a bright, infectious laugh that made your chest feel unexpectedly warm. “If you really don’t mind, I’d appreciate the help. At this rate, I’ll be wandering around until midnight. And honestly, having a hand free wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He shifted the bags and held out his now-empty hand. “By the way, I’m H/N.”

“Nice to meet you, H/N,” you said, taking his hand for a brief shake. “I’m Y/N. And yes, I’d be happy to help.”

He smiled again, the kind of smile that felt like it could melt through the snow. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Are you here alone?”

“Well, not exactly,” you said, taking a few of the bags from him to lighten his load. “I came here with my colleagues, but I got a little distracted at one of the stalls. By the time I looked up, they were gone. I was just about to check my phone when—”

“When you ran into me,” he finished, grinning.

“Exactly.” You couldn’t help but smile back.

You walked side by side, heading in the opposite direction from where you’d come. The faint crunch of snow underfoot blended with the festive buzz of the Christmas market around you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rejoin your colleagues?” he asked, glancing at you. “You really don’t have to wander around here with me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. They’ll be fine without me,” you said with a wave of your hand. “They were heading home soon anyway. Christmas markets aren’t really their thing.” You paused, your face lighting up as you added, “I, on the other hand, absolutely love everything about Christmas.”

He chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you. “I can tell. You’re practically glowing. It suits you.”

A faint warmth rose in your cheeks—not just from the cold—and you smiled. “There’s just something magical about this season, isn’t there?”

“Definitely,” he said, his voice soft. He quickly looked away, his ears tinged with a hint of pink. You just looked so happy—it was impossible not to find it contagious.

“How long have you been in the city?” you asked after a moment.

“About two weeks now,” he replied. “I moved here for work. My team arrived last week, too.”

“Your team? Are you a sportsman? Or maybe a coach?” you guessed, glancing at his athletic build.

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. We’re an IT team—we handle data and building security. Our new assignment brought us here.”

“Aha,” you said with interest. “That sounds exciting. Does that mean you’re always on the move?”

“Pretty much,” he admitted with a small shrug. “Depending on the job, we relocate to be closer to the client’s office.”

Something about that answer gave you pause. “By ‘we,’ you mean your team, right?” You hesitated, almost asking if he meant family, but stopped yourself.

“Yes, exactly,” he said with a nod. “My team is like my family. We spend a lot of time together.”

“Let me guess—the presents are for your team?” you teased lightly.

He laughed again, the sound bright and warm. “Exactly. Christmas is coming soon, and I wanted to be early with gifts this year. Usually, I’m the guy scrambling at the last minute.”

“Oh, I know how that feels,” you said, grinning. “How many presents are you still missing?”

“Just one more, actually,” he said, his voice tinged with pride.

“Hey, that’s great!” you said. “Do you already have an idea for it? If you do, we can head there now.”

“I was thinking of getting a scarf,” he explained. “One of my teammates is always losing his stuff. Having a backup scarf might actually save him this winter.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you,” you said, genuinely impressed. “I saw a stall selling scarves back that way.” You pointed toward a row of twinkling booths in the distance. “Let’s check it out.”

“Sure thing, Miss Tour Guide,” he said, chuckling.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname. “Hmm, how about I give you a proper tour of the city sometime? You know, if you want—and if you have time.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied, his grin widening. “I’ve looked up a few sightseeing spots online, but I haven’t gotten around to them yet. With you as my guide, though, I’d say my chances of enjoying it just got a whole lot better.”

His mischievous smile made your heart skip a beat, and you found yourself grinning back.

His smile made your heart race, a steady rhythm suddenly thrown off course. What’s wrong with me? you thought, trying to focus on something else. It had been a while since anyone had made you feel this way—this sudden, fluttering warmth that seemed to curl up and settle in your chest.

You stole a glance at him as you walked side by side. He was taller than you, with broad shoulders and a confident, easy stride. His long coat, scarf, and gloves gave him an effortlessly elegant look, every piece carefully coordinated. Maybe he’d come straight from work to the market. Whatever the case, the polished air about him only added to the growing sense of attraction you felt.

“Here we are,” you said, gesturing to the stall. “Take your time to look through the selection.”

The two of you began browsing, the display lit softly by strings of twinkling lights. You spotted a pair of dark red gloves with small bows at the openings and couldn’t resist buying them. They were too cute to leave behind. Meanwhile, H/N inspected the scarves with a focused look, his brow furrowing slightly in thought.

“Did you find something interesting?” he asked, glancing your way.

“Look at this scarf,” you said, holding up one with a playful Christmas motif. “Isn’t it adorable? It’s perfect for the season!”

He chuckled, the sound light and warm. “It really is.”

“How about you? Did you find something for your friend?” you asked, noticing the scarf in his hand.

“Yep,” he said, holding it up for you to see. “This one’s simple, nothing too fancy—he’ll like it.”

“That’s great!” you said with a smile. “So, you’ve officially finished your gift shopping.”

“I have,” he said, his grin widening. “Let me pay for this quickly. Be right back.”

You watched as he walked to the booth owner, chatting briefly as he handed over the scarf. A small pang settled in your chest. With his shopping done, this might be the moment you’d have to part ways. The thought felt strangely disappointing—is it weird that I don’t want this to end yet?

He returned moments later, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “Ah, what a relief,” he said with a laugh. “Now all I have to do is wrap these up and find clever hiding spots for them.”

“Good plan,” you said, smiling despite the lingering thought of goodbye. “Maybe I should start my own shopping marathon soon, too.”

“If you need a helper, I volunteer,” he offered with a playful grin. Then, more seriously, he added, “Thanks again for your help. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course! It was no trouble at all,” you replied, your voice softening. “I guess my mission’s complete now, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, his tone dipping slightly. He hesitated before asking, “But… do you mind showing me around the market a bit more?”

Your heart lifted. “I’d love to! How about we grab something to eat first? It smells amazing here.”

“Great idea. After all this shopping, I need to recharge. Hmm, it smells like chestnuts,” he said, his nose lifting slightly toward the aroma wafting through the air.

“That’s right. There’s a booth over there selling them. Let’s start with that,” you suggested.

A few minutes later, you were both holding a small bag of warm chestnuts, the heat seeping into your hands through the paper. Sharing them as you walked, the conversation naturally turned to your jobs. You told him about your work as a journalist, covering everything from local stories to larger features.

“Maybe I could interview you and your team some time,” you teased. “A story about the latest trends in IT security, perhaps?”

He chuckled, a playful glint in his eye. “Why not? It’s a pretty important topic. Could even get us some new clients,” he said, winking at you.

The truth was that H/N’s team didn’t need your help to attract attention. From what he’d told you, they were already renowned as one of the best security teams in the industry. Still, the idea made him smile—it was an excuse to talk to you again.

As the chestnuts dwindled, you decided on your next stop. “Hot chocolate?” you suggested, gesturing toward a nearby booth with a menu written in chalk and steam curling into the night air.

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed.

The rich, warm drink was just what you needed to ward off the evening chill. Strolling through the bustling market with steaming cups in hand, the conversation between you flowed so effortlessly that it felt like second nature. You found yourselves wandering from one topic to the next, discovering little quirks about each other and laughing at shared jokes. It was as if you’d known each other for years rather than just a few hours.

Eventually, you circled back to the booth where you’d first collided. Your eyes lit up at the display of handmade ornaments and painted Christmas baubles, just as they had earlier.

“They’re so beautiful,” you murmured, leaning in to admire them. You reached for one, hesitating, then moved to another, clearly torn. “I don’t know which one to choose. They’re all so lovely!”

H/N watched you with a soft smile. The way your childlike joy illuminated your face, the way your eyes sparkled in the twinkling market lights—it left him captivated.

“They are beautiful,” he said quietly, though his gaze never left you.

You turned to him, startled by the softness in his tone. His eyes met yours, warm and intent, and a blush crept up your cheeks. Feeling suddenly shy, you looked away, pretending to study the ornaments again.

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he shook his head. “You really do make this season feel magical, you know,” he said, almost to himself.

Just as you were about to ask for H/N’s opinion on the ornaments, you heard your name being called.

“Y/N, there you are!” one of your female colleagues exclaimed, hurrying toward you. “We lost you in the middle of everything, and you didn’t respond to our messages or calls. We started to get worried!”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” you said, flustered. “I got so caught up looking around the booths that I forgot to check my phone.”

“That’s so typical of you,” she teased, shaking her head.

“Once you like something, you get totally lost in it.”

H/N couldn’t help but smile at this description, imagining youwandering through the market, mesmerized by its magic. It suited you perfectly.

“Y/N, are you coming with us now?” your colleague asked, glancing over her shoulder. “Our boss joined us all of a sudden.”

“Oh!” you said, startled. “Uh, yeah, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Alright, but don’t disappear on us again,” she said with a grin. “We’re at the booth selling sweets.” With that, she turned and walked back toward the group.

You turned back to H/N, an apologetic expression on your face as you handed him the shopping bags you’d been carrying. “It seems like our tour ends here,” you said regretfully. “I’m really sorry to leave so abruptly, but as you heard, my boss joined, and I can’t exactly say no.”

You didn’t want to leave. Spending time with H/N had been more fun, more alive, than anything you’d done in ages. But you didn’t have a choice.

“Don’t worry about it,” H/N said with an understanding smile. “I get it. Thank you for all your help. Have a nice evening ahead.”

“It was a lot of fun,” you said, your voice tinged with reluctance. “Have a nice evening, too. So… yeah.”

“Thank you,” he said, his gaze softening. “Maybe I’ll see you again?”

“Yeah,” you said shyly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe.”

You waved at him and turned, hurrying to catch up with your colleague. Inside, your heart sank a little. “Why didn’t I ask for his number?!” you scolded yourself. The chance of seeing him again in such a big city felt slim, but maybe… maybe he didn’t want to see you again. He could have asked, too.

Behind you, H/N waved back, his hand lingering in the air even after you’d disappeared into the crowd. His eyes stayed on you, a wistful smile on his face. “She’s so cute,” he thought, the warmth of the evening still coursing through him. “Almost like a fairy.”

As he turned back toward the ornament display, his gaze fell on one you had admired—a delicate bauble painted with a soft, shimmering winter scene. His smile widened.

To be continued...

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fan fiction inspired by Stray Kids’ song “Christmas Love”. All characters and events are fictional and are not intended to represent real people or events.

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