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coffee-for-himchan · 7 years ago

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Christmas Morning with B.A.P

(A/N) And the winner of the Christmas scenario poll is.. Well, you can see by the title already! ^.^ This is extra fluffy and squishy, hope you like it!

-YONGGUK-

"Bbang."

"Bbang bbang bbang," he couldn't help but chuckle, and opened his eyes lazily just to see you lying next to him in bed, directing you full attention towards him.

"Oh, I have been successful," you poked his side, seeing as his smile spread wider, "He had woken up, finally. Now all I have to do is drag him out of bed and under the Christmas tree, 'cause he must've escaped from there."

"Was that a cute reference to me being a present?" his low morning voice with the tiniest bit of rasp to it seemed pleasant, echoing through your ears for a little longer than it should.

"It was. You're indeed something life had gifted me with," you told, placing a palm on his cheek and turning his head back as he had started laughing and had turned away in the process.

"Now do as told and come. I know sleep is cool and all, but so are presents."

As he wandered through the living room doorway, deep cut t-shirt loosely hanging around his lean frame and exposing a little too much tattooed skin to make it seem appropriate for the season, you could see his barely-there blush even from afar.

And god, you loved him with all you had, but it would be a day of embarrassment and blushing for him. Because you were about to act all cute with him and praise him. And he always blushed on those occasions.

"He had emerged from his cave of closed blinds and messy blankets that he had to fix because he hates messy surroundings," his arms wrapped around you from behind and you chuckled at him, immediately turning in his embrace to wrap your own arms around him.

"And he has come to return to his original place in the pile of gifts because he's the main present of all," you nuzzled your head in his chest, feeling and hearing chuckles from above as his head rested on yours.

"The leader gift. Or the gift leader. I don't know, this is going in a weird direction," you chuckled, hearing his pleas from above to go and start unpacking gifts.

"Say," you were back at teasing him after a while, scooting closer, "Why are you so embarrassed all the time?"

His stare was once again trying to escape yours, but you wouldn't let him, pinching his cheeks and giggling at him.

"Gosh, so cute-"

"That's the exact reason. I'm not really all that used to being called cute and being complimented all the time."

"Well, start getting used to it then. I thought you had already accepted your faith, we've been together for ages and I always keep reminding you-"

"Gosh, so cute," he pinched your cheeks in return now, using his best aegyo voice to resemble yours.

"Now see, you’re blushing now as well-"

"Because you never do this, Yongguk-ah!! So I'm allowed to blush."

"Let's just blush together then," he announced, and you weirdly liked the idea. Any activity with him was fun. Hell, even blushing at your own bad aegyos.

-HIMCHAN-

"Mhmm."

"Come on," you poked his side, your voice causing him to break into a heartwarming morning smile, "Get up. It's time."

"Time for what?" he opened an eye lazily, questioning playfully as your poking stopped for a second and your frame fell back on the bed, causing him to chuckle and throw an arm around you as you snuggled back up to his side.

"Time to open presents. You sure got me tons," you said out bluntly, making him laugh out loud.

"True-"

"And I got you tons too so let's gooooo. Please~~" you kept whining, planting tiny kisses on his jawline and murmuring sweet nothings as he finally agreed to climb out of bed, with the simple rule that you'd get coffee first before doing anything else.

"Do we have to sit in the ground like little kids?" he asked as he's escorted you to the living room, his hand firmly and lovingly pressed against your lower back.

"Yes, now come on," you tugged him by his hand, and he obeyed, sitting across from you next to the tree and looking at the pile of gifts underneath it.

A bit too much for two people.

"Stop spoiling me."

"Only when you stop it first."

You indeed liked showing each other affection by getting presents - all types of presents. Some of them given to show all the thought and care that was put into them, and some gotten just for entertainment and satisfaction purposes. Fact is, there were always tons of gifts on Christmas, this being no exception.

With every little present unpacked, you smiled at how you two always listened to each other's babbling carefully. Those were small but meaningful presents, as each was your favorite. Necklace? Yeah, the one you briefly showed him once while at the mall. Book? Hell, he'd gotten you a set of your favorites, all because you'd had a conversation with him about it already a while ago. Everything else - you name it - had been picked with extra care to your preferences, and his never-leaving smile indicated you'd done the same to him.

"It creeps me out."

"Wait, what creeps you out?"

"How do you know me so well?" he chuckled at your puzzled look, returning a "same goes to you" immediately after.

"Like, everything's simply perfect and spot on.. We're spending too much time together."

"I guess I'll leave, in that case," he already started getting up, chuckling as you immediately threw your body at his in protest, wrapping him up for cuddles, which he returned with a slightly louder laugh and fa brief but firm kiss to you lips.

"No. Stay," you ordered, and he did, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you seated in his lap, just because you loved it oh so much. And he did too.

-DAEHYUN-

"Daehyun-ah!! Put me down!"

"Not a chance," he laughed as you squirmed all around his tight grip, not being able to escape it. He had woken you up, and after you refused to get out of bed, he fished you out of it instead, carrying you off to the living room over his shoulder and ignoring all your protests.

"Will you, for once, do as told-aah!!"

He did, almost literally dropping you off, but securing you for a safe landing at the very last moment.

"How about a kiss for that ride?" He turned his cheek to you, tapping it impatiently with his finger.

"Not a chance," you leaned in, saying it to his face, "Not after you woke me up and then scared me and then almost dropped me-”

Yet all he didn't like was your constant scolding, so, rolling his eyes once, he quickly turned his head to give your lips a nice, solid smooch.

"Better," he said at the immediate silence that followed, earning a playful face slap right after.

"Now stop slapping me and go look at the cute gifts I got you."

They indeed all screamed cute. Cliche couples stuff, stuffed toys, fancy yet petite jewelry.. All that screamed "cute". And it made you feel like a kid. Not because of the type of gifts, but because of the amount. There were so many.

"Daehyun-ah.. You treat me as if I'm five years old," you chuckled as he laid across the floor, his head gently placed in your lap as you studied all he'd gotten you.

"All for my lil' princess," he earned another playful slap, whispering a silent, over-dramatic "ouch" and making you chuckle afterwards.

"But really. All for my princess," he saw you blushing, and extended a hand upwards to pinch your cheek, chuckling at your surprised reaction.

"Do you have to make me blush-"

"Yeah. It's cute."

"Okay, your turn then, Prince Charming," you got up, leaving him looking puzzled and left alone in the room. Yet he smiled again as you entered, a few beautifully wrapped presents in your arms.

"Wow, is all of that for me?" he questioned as he sat up, seeing your cheeky nod. You saw his wide, sparkling eyes, and the way his stare indicated surprise and eagerness to tear apart the wrapping to see what’s underneath immediately. What a kid at heart.

"All for my lil' prince."

"Hey, I'm not lil', okay!?"

"Yes you are. Little and cute and squishy. And annoying and loud."

"And I love you so much," you told him and fell back onto the floor, placing you head into his lap just like he did it vice versa minutes ago and watching as he opened up all you had gotten him, and smiled.

Christmas morning was your favorite morning of all.

-YOUNGJAE-

"Nononooo, (Y/N), where are you going?"

"Away from you," you muttered in a pouty tone, seeing as he stood up to follow, his chuckles filling the air.

"Hey, wait," he cooed, seeing as you seemingly unintentionally slowed down your walk, desiring to be tugged back by him yet not showing it, because you were “mad at him”. It all indeed was so adorable that he in fact forgot all sarcastic responses he had prepared, and did as you indicated.

"Don't gooo~~" his arms wrapped around your waist and he cooed again in a sweet tone, "I've got presents."

"You won't give them to me, so why should I stay?"

He recalled dragging you out of bed in the morning to go and open presents. And as you insisted he'd get done with opening his before you would open the ones he got you, a mischievous idea crossed his mind.

"This is for you," he handed you his present later on, and right as your fingertips brushed against it, he started lifting it higher, listening and laughing at your cries to put it back down as, at some point, it became out of reach. And he was just stood there holding it up high and laughing at your jumping and protesting frame.

It indeed had been fun. But at some point you decided to pull your strongest card against him - your pouty, playful offence.

And he always melted at your playfully offended state.

"I don't always say sorry," he lowered his face into the base of your neck, smiling into your skin lightly as you squirmed at the movement of his lips, indicating it tickled, "But when I do, I always mean it."

"Sooooorryy~~, now come back I got you the present of your dreams you'll like it come open it I know you want it-"

"Okay, okay," you kept laughing at his sudden non-stop babbling, and turned around in his embrace to be met with a warm, inviting kiss.

"So sorry," he dramatically whispered against your lips, not letting you laugh at him by planting another kiss that had you humming in pleasure, "I'll take note not to annoy you more today, I guess."

"That won't work. You're the definition of annoyance," you chuckled, and smiled lightly as his arms never fully unwrapped from you as you walked back to the original position next to the tree.

“And you’re the definition of successfully putting up with annoyance.”

He handed you his present, this time around without additional troubles, and sat across, watching as you unpacked it.

He loved how your face displayed it all - he had once again gotten everything right. Because, in full honesty, if was hard for him to get anything wrong. He felt like he'd known you forever, and it was just as easy for him to get you a gift you’d like as it was for you to get him one that he’d completely adore.

-JONGUP-

"Jongup-ah!"

He turned to the sound of your voice, and as you looked down at your phone screen after snapping the picture of him, you practically started squealing and jumping from foot to foot.

"Jongup-ah!" you exclaimed again, running up to him and shoving your phone into his now-smiling face, "You’re sooooo cute, oh my god! Look at yourself."

He indeed looked beyond cute there. All tiny, dressed in a sweater too big for his lean frame. With a look on his face that could only be considered adorably and awkwardly lost as he arranged presents under the tree.

Oh, and, for some reason, a huge ribbon tied around his head.

"Are you my gift?" you chuckled as you threw the ribbon a glance, kneeling down to cup his face before placing a soft kiss that could only be called comfortable on his lips, "Because I wouldn't oppose."

The cheesy smiling-at-each-other's-faces moment was by far your favorite, and as his dreamy eyes and signature a little crooked smile were staring back at you, his arms snatched to tug you into an embrace, seating you to face him in his lap.

"I'm your everyday gift," he said with confidence, making you chuckle lightly, "And I have different reasons for the ribbon."

"And those would be?" he saw you looking up at his face curiously, your fingers sliding through locks of his hair and eventually tangling in the ribbon, adjusting it because it had slid to one side slightly in the process of sorting presents.

"So, I was finishing wrapping gifts, and I kept putting it somewhere to the side and losing track of it, not being able to find it afterwards-"

"So you literally tied it around your head not to lose it?" you felt a good amount of giggles and laughs creeping up, and let them take over your body as he chuckled along, feeling beyond silly, but knowing you didn't mockingly laugh at him. You laughed because you thought he was the cutest, and you liked all that was cute. So him included.

"I mean, it's there and I know where it is, so mission successful, I guess, right?" he questioned, and you couldn't help but cup his face again.

"Jongup-ah, I can’t with you.. You make my heart go asdfghjkl."

He laughed at your silly facial expression while trying to pronounce that, but he knew exactly what you meant, and there was no need to repeat. His audible laugh was a rare occasion and ear candy which added to his this morning's aesthetic so, so much, and made you adore him even more.

"You make mine go the same," he answered, and reached up to untie the ribbon, yet, on your request, ended up leaving it on.

Gosh, whoever made Moon Jongup the way he was, big thanks, because you loved every piece of him.

-ZELO-

“Junhong-ah..”

There was no response, and you woke up to find the bed empty. Pouting at the lack of arms wrapped around you, you started getting up to find him somewhere, as you were feeling rather affectionate and were certain he wouldn’t oppose to a few hugs. But you got stopped by a piece of paper lying where he was supposed to be instead.

“You have 5 minutes starting from when you leave this room. 5 gifts to find. If you fail, you get punished. - XOXO, your one and only ;)”

You let a hand run through your hair, and chuckled.

“Junhong-ah!!” you screamed out loudly, increasing the volume on the “-ah” bit, “This is Christmas and not Easter, you dummy!”

You had hoped to get a response, but figuring he was hiding somewhere as punishment involved him and you couldn’t possibly spot him, you knew he wouldn’t respond in order to not easily give away his hideout. So, taking a deep breath, you creaked the door open, and started frantically searching through the house.

You knew one had to be in that cupboard you could never reach - the one he always asked you to get things from because he liked to chuckle at your lack of height. Another one had, for some reason, had been put in the bathtub - he was probably hoping you’d miss checking the bathroom as a whole.

You were counting minutes and seconds in your head as good as you could, and as you had found the fourth neatly wrapped present and had put it on the coffee table in the living room where the other three were assembled, you were sure you still had around forty seconds left. Turns out you were wrong.

“Time’s up, baby.”

He was stood in the doorway, and had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. He saw your lips forming shapes that resembled you saying his name, but that didn’t stop him from approaching in huge steps.

“Junhong-ah.. What do you have in mi-Iii-Oh no, no, nooooo don’t you d-A-re!!” you kept squealing as he was quick to approach and started tickling you mercilessly the second you were in reach.

“Mission failed, babe, so face the consequences now.”

Your squeaking and laughing filled up the whole room, and as you fell back on the couch and he was still at it, you noticed he was on face level.

And repressing further laugher, you used all your strength to lean up and kiss him softly.

Your plan had worked, and after another few tickles, his hands stopped moving and simply rested on your sides instead. It took him mere seconds to get adjusted to this new turn of events, and you found him hovering over you, going from tickling you mercilessly to kissing you rather passionately in the same merciless fashion.

“Smart move,” he admitted as he pulled away.

“Where’s the fifth?” you chuckled up at him, seeing as he playfully shrugged.

“Under the tree, dummy,” he answered sheepishly.

“Yours are there too. Be happy I love you enough to spare you punishment for not finding your gifts, by the way, because I already told you where all of them are,” you told him, earning another little kiss as a form of being sorry for putting you through the agonizing troubles of being tickled.

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