#STAY STRONG POOKIE!!!! I’M ROOTING FOR YOU!!!

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Gift for @crystalmonk5579!

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A Santa Surprise

san x wooyoung

fluff drabble

564 words

where Wooyoung takes his little brother to the mall for a photo with Santa, expecting the usual jolly old man. Instead, he’s stunned to find a gorgeous guy named San playing the role. With a teasing smile, San invites Wooyoung to sit on his lap, asking, "Have you been a good boy this year?"

nsfw tags under

m/m, santa san, wooyoung, lap sitting, xmas fluff, fluff, teasing

author's note: something little for my pookies for the 24th, happy xmas

Wooyoung sighed as he tugged his little brother through the bustling mall. The scent of cinnamon and fresh pretzels filled the air, and the echo of holiday tunes blasted through every store. The boy, clutching a half-eaten candy cane, pointed eagerly toward the line to meet Santa.

"Come on, Woo! I wanna tell Santa what I want for Christmas!"

"Yeah, yeah," Wooyoung muttered, ruffling his hair. "Let’s just hope this Santa’s not the creepy kind."

They reached the front of the line quicker than expected. Wooyoung adjusted his brother’s jacket and turned his gaze toward the giant red throne—and froze.

Santa was… not what he expected.

Gone was the image of a jolly, elderly man with a rotund belly. Instead, the Santa seated on the throne was lean and sharp-featured, with a strong jawline and a smirk that didn’t belong in a children’s photo op. His beard, obviously fake, sat slightly askew, but it somehow added to his charm.

"Next!" the young Santa called, waving the boy forward.

"Wow," Wooyoung muttered under his breath, blinking. "Santa’s hot."

The boy sprinted to Santa’s lap, immediately launching into a detailed wish list about video games and action figures. Meanwhile, Wooyoung stayed rooted in place, unable to tear his eyes away.

Santa—no, this gorgeous man—glanced up and caught Wooyoung’s gaze. His smirk deepened.

"That’s quite the list," Santa said, handing the boy a candy cane. Then, locking eyes with Wooyoung, he added, "You’re up next."

"Me?" Wooyoung choked out, his voice embarrassingly high-pitched.

"Sure," the Santa boy teased, patting his lap. "Don’t be shy. Have you been a good boy this year?"

The boy giggled. "Woo’s never good!"

Wooyoung flushed redder than the Christmas decorations. "I—uh—"

Santa leaned closer, the scent of peppermint and something woodsy filling the air. "Come on, I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely."

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Later that evening, Wooyoung found himself sitting across from San—the “Santa” from earlier—at a cozy café just outside the mall.

"I can’t believe you actually asked for my number," San teased, sipping his hot chocolate. "You looked ready to bolt."

"Okay, in my defense," Wooyoung said, stirring his drink furiously, "I wasn’t expecting Santa to flirt with me. It threw me off."

San laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Well, I’m not exactly your typical Santa, am I?"

"No kidding." Wooyoung’s eyes flickered to the small patch of skin visible at San’s collar, where his red costume had been replaced by a fitted black turtleneck. "You could give people a heart attack dressed like that."

"Good thing I only wanted to steal one heart today," San quipped, leaning forward with a grin.

Wooyoung nearly spilled his drink.

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The date continued with playful banter, plenty of teasing, and a shared slice of cheesecake. By the time they made it back to San’s apartment, the holiday spirit had morphed into something far more electric.

As soon as the door clicked shut, San wasted no time pulling Wooyoung close, their laughter fading into a kiss that was slow and teasing at first, then deepened as San tugged Wooyoung’s sweater up.

"You still want to sit on my lap?" San whispered against Wooyoung’s lips, hands sliding down to grip his waist.

"Only if you promise to keep me warm," Wooyoung shot back, already breathless.

"Oh," San said, guiding him toward the couch. "I think I can manage that."