#ateez Christmas oneshot

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Mistletoe Mischief

Plot: Yunho takes every opportunity he can to kiss you under the mistletoe, even if that means him following you around with it.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Kissing (obvs). Mention of wrists being held down (in playful and romantic way)

Words: 1.4k

As you stared into the cupboard, deciding what you wanted to eat, you failed to hear the soft footsteps creeping up behind you. Grabbing a small bag of your favorite chips, you closed the cupboard and turned around, jumping in surprise.

Yunho stood directly behind you, amused grin on his face and hands behind his back. You let out a sigh of annoyance as you placed your and on your chest.

"What are you sneaking up on me for?"

You rose your brow as he continued to smile at you in silence, mischief in his gaze.

Slowly, he brought his hand out from behind his back as he stepped forward to corner you against the counter. Seeing the mistletoe in his hand, you almost rolled your eyes as you barely refrained from chuckling.

"Yunh-"

Before you could get anything else out, he suddenly swooped down and kissed you. You grunted in surprise as you pushed him away, letting out a bewildered chuckle.

"Yunho, stop!" You failed to sound serious as you giggled at his actions.

Yunho chuckled as well as he tried to kiss you again. Successfully dodging his attacks you dipped underneath his arm and ran out of the kitchen with a laugh, Yunho grinned to himself as he watched you flee.

You shook your head in amused annoyance at Yunho's actions. That had been the fourth time he kissed you under the mistletoe. Apparently the first time after you hung it in the doorway was not enough for him. As he decided to instead, carry it around with him and kiss you whenever he wanted, often catching you by surprise.

The second time had been when you were reading something on your phone. You felt him tap your shoulder and when you looked up, he kissed you, mistletoe in hand and grin on his face.

The third time was about half an hour ago, when you had exited the shower, only to be suddenly scooped into his arms and kissed again.

His actions were undoubtedly cute, and quite romantic, but you knew he had no intention of stopping, which meant it would become more of a nuisance the longer it went on.

Not long later, you encountered him again. As you headed down the hall, Yunho stepped out from his office and blocked your path.

You locked eyes for a moment before you quirked your brow, "What?"

"What?" He repeated, innocence in his tone you knew you couldn't trust.

You squinted suspiciously at him before you tried to walk past, only for him to step in front of you. Stepping to the other side, he only followed suit. After this repeated two more times you huffed.

"What are you doing?"

He grinned happily, "You have to pay the tax."

"Tax?"

He nodded, as he pulled out the mistletoe. You bit you lip to repress the smile that threatened to form.

"Yunho." You kept your tone level, serious.

"Y/n." He repeated in the same tone.

You closed your eyes as you let out a soft breath, "You're ridiculous."

He grinned as he tilted his head sideways, "I know but you love me."

You shook your head as your smile broke out. "Fine."

After quickly leaning up to kiss him, you made your way past him before he could stop you again. You could hear his soft chuckle as you disappeared down the hall.

His attacks continued for the next couple of hours as he surprised you with the mistletoe at any opportunity he could. When you were reading, eating, when you were on the phone, any time you walked into the room he was waiting around the corner.

Finally, when he had his own phone call to take, you spotted the mistletoe on the table and quickly grabbed it. Hiding it in the washing machine, you figured he wouldn't find it. You smiled to yourself as you sat down on the couch and began scrolling on your phone.

It wasn't long before you spotted Yunho entering the room, confused look on his face as he obviously scanned the living room for the mistletoe.

He checked the table, then the couch, then the kitchen before he walked past again, patting his pockets.

"Lose something?" You asked as casually as you could as you watched him searching.

He met your eye, and obviously did not suspect you as you appeared genuinely curious.

He shook his head, "Nope."

You rose your brow, "Okay."

His lack of suspicion did not last as he appeared a few minutes later. "Did you hang the mistletoe up somewhere?"

You met his eyes and shook your head, "No, you're the one whose been carrying it around with you all day."

He hummed under his breath as he casually walked over to you on the couch.

He eyed you closely and you stared at him, "What?"

Reaching over to you, he started feeling your pockets and reaching into your sweater sleeves.

"Yunho!" You said with a laugh while attempting to swat him away.

Finally, he moved to check in between the couch cushions and under the pillows.

He let out a sigh before he placed his hands on your shoulders. "Where is it?"

You shook your head innocently, "I don't know."

He glared half-heartedly as he brought his hands to your sides, "I'll give you to the count of three."

"I don't have it Yunho."

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three!"

As he reached three he began squeezing and tickling your sides, causing you to drop your phone and desperately try to protect yourself. As you laughed and yelled out in alarm, Yunho continued his attack before you finally yelled out.

"Fine! Fine! I hid it, but I'm not telling you where it is!"

Yunho laughed as he stopped tickling you, instead pressing his forehead against yours.

"Is that so?"

You nodded your head, and he only grinned wider. Adjusting himself so he was sitting on top of you, caging you against the couch, you saw a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

He leaned forward, bringing his mouth next to your ear. "I don't need mistletoe to kiss you."

Suddenly he began kissing you everywhere. Neck, cheek, nose, forehead, and lips.

You failed to hold back your giggles from the onslaught of kisses, failing to push him away as he grabbed and held your wrists.

"Yunho!" You yelled out in a fit of giggles, causing him to finally stop after placing one last kiss to your lips.

You leaned forward, pushing your face into his chest in case he started again. He laughed as he held you against him instead, placing one last kiss on the top of your head.

After a moment of silence he spoke again, "Did it really bother you that much? The mistletoe?"

Pulling away from him and leaning your head back back on the couch you smiled up at him and shook your head. "No, you've just been bombarding me with it so much I thought I'd get back at you a bit."

He pouted dramatically as he gently held your hands. You laughed and shook your head.

"You can't have it back until tomorrow. And I'm limiting the kisses to ten!"

He leaned back as he sighed dramatically making you giggle.

"Only ten?" He asked softly with a pout as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours again.

His puppy dog eyes shined brightly as you rolled your eyes, but gave in. "Okay, fifteen."

"Hmmm, how about fifty?"

"Fifty!?" You laughed.

"What?! Don't I normally kiss you a lot more than fifty times a day?"

You shook your head and he frowned. "Really? I gotta up my boyfriend game then."

You laughed as you gently smacked his shoulders. "You do, but not with the mistletoe."

He grinned as he placed a soft kiss to your lips. "Okay. So... fifteen kisses with the mistletoe, and unlimited without?"

You laughed before groaning, "You're impossible."

He chuckled as he settled on the couch beside you, wrapping you in his arms and pressing his face into your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you held him close.

"Guess what?" He mumbled a moment later.

"What?"

As he shuffled around a bit, you watched as he suddenly held something up.

"Wha-"

He chuckled into your neck as he dangled the mistletoe playfully, "I found it a long time ago."

You groaned as you lied your head back on the couch, only for him to reach his hand around the back of your neck and make you look at him. He held the mistletoe above your head as he grinned mischievously.

"The fifteen limit doesn't start until tomorrow right?"

xx End xx

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Pairing: Santa!Jongho x fem reader

Word count: 10,300

Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! This was supposed to be ready yesterday but I got stuck. If anything seems rushed, I’m sorry. I wanted to get this up by Christmas. Anyway this idea came to me in late November. Very last minute haha. Reader finds a strange ornament and after accidentally breaking it, she’s transported to the North Pole where she meets Jongho who doesn’t look anything like the Santa Claus she was told about as a child 👀

A consistent gust of warm air hit your frozen fingers as you tapped them rhythmically against the steering wheel to a Christmas song playing on the radio, your mood had brightened significantly due to your job giving you a full week off for the holidays. You'd just finished your last day of work before the break began and you couldn't wait to get home to take full advantage of your free time. There was so much you could do: catch up on the shows you'd postponed starting, do some last-minute Christmas shopping, bake some delicious holiday treats, or reconnect with your inner child and do some fun festive crafts. There was always the option to do absolutely nothing too.

Your fingers extended, pleased to feel that they'd warmed up under the steady gust of heat from the vents in your vehicle, a small sigh of relief expelling from your lips.

The commute home was an enjoyable one, your tires coming to a slow rolling stop in the driveway, the engine dying out when you pulled the key from the ignition. Shouldering your bag, you stepped out of the car and walked to the mailbox, pulling open the small door to find a newspaper, junk mail, and a Christmas card from a relative. Collecting the items inside, you tucked them under your arm and started towards your house, slowing to a stop when an object on the ground caught your eye, something you didn't notice before you left for work in a rush that morning. You stepped closer to find an ornament at the edge of your yard amidst the blades of dried grass.

"Hm." You hummed, reaching down to pluck the glass sphere from the ground to examine it. Inside was a crystal snowflake that almost seemed to hover in the hollow space inside the little globe. It was mesmerizing and captured your attention for a few seconds as you tried to figure out what sort of string could've been used to create such an illusion. A sudden gust of wintry air passed, breaking your trance and making you wince. Your eyes briefly swept the area, trying to figure out who could've dropped such a stunning holiday ornament and where it came from. For all you knew, it could've fallen out of a passing car or out of a bag someone was carrying down the street, though it's a miracle it didn't break during its drop... wherever it came from.

Clutching the ornament in your free hand, you started towards the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside, shivering from the chilly outdoor air, the heat inside welcoming you like a cozy blanket.

You dropped your mail onto the coffee table along with the peculiar ornament and went to your room to hang up your bag and change into some looser, more comfortable clothes. Your feet, now donning a pair of cozy boots to wear around the house, shuffled back into the living room where you picked up the glass orb containing the crystal snowflake. You'd never seen anything like it before and felt bad for whoever had lost it. Chances of finding that person were slim, as many people drove through your town and tracking down the owner would be almost impossible. Besides, it was just an ornament.

Scanning your fully decorated Christmas tree, you searched for a place to hang the new addition, finding a bare spot near the top part of the artificial evergreen. A tiny grunt left your lips as your arm stretched towards the peak, gently sliding the ornament over a branch, stepping back to admire it.

Just as you went to sit down and begin your well-deserved holiday break, the ornament, having not been hung properly, dropped from the branch, tumbling from limb to limb down the extent of your tree before shattering on the floor, sending broken glass scattering along the hardwood.

Before you could bend down to start cleaning up the mess, the shards and fragments materialized into shimmer that started to slowly swirl around the floor.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no." You panicked, stumbling back as a gaping hole started opening up in your living room where the ornament had shattered, a raging swirl of white and icy blue sank into the floor and created a tunnel going far beyond your comprehension.

How was this happening?

You tried scrambling away, but a gust of wind started pulling you towards the pit. The speed at which the portal opened was too fast for your retreating movements and a scream ripped from your throat when you fell down into the floor, practically being sucked in.

A blur of blue and white moved past your line of vision, making your head throb. It was too much for you; the sensation of plummeting paired with your panic and the disorienting colors was so overwhelming that you began feeling faint. Your throat burned from the abrasive scream that came out and your chest ached from how violently your heart rammed against it. A feeling of lethargy hit you like a ton of bricks as you made your descent, your eyelids becoming heavy. You were about to pass out. The battle to keep your eyes open was lost in a single second, your body shutting down completely from shock.

You groaned softly as you slipped back into consciousness, the feeling of velvet under your fingers and an ache in your back that made you wince. Every limb felt like lead, weighing you down, your muscles riddled with weakness. As soon as your eyes cracked open, you were met with a flash of vibrant red underneath you, your head tilting down to find that you were laid across a couch—a red one.

What happened?

You blinked the spots out of your vision, catching sight of a pair of glossy black loafers attached to the legs of someone standing by the couch. Your eyes following up the body of whoever was watching you.

The man that stood before you was clad in a crisp red suit with a white dress shirt underneath. His black bangs were tousled lightly along his forehead, his soft chocolatey eyes gazing down at you, head tilted slightly.

"Well, hello." He greeted, his voice smooth like silk.

"Who are you?" You asked, sitting upright and rubbing your head.

"Jongho, but most know me as Santa."

You blinked incredulously, brows furrowed.

"I'm sorry? Santa?"

"Yep."

"But Santa is—"

"Fat? Old?" He finished for you.

You nodded, feeling a little sheepish.

He merely chuckled, not bothered by your assumption. "You don't think one Santa can take care of the whole world, do you?"

"That's... how the story goes."

Jongho chuckled heartily. "No. There's Santas all around." He gesticulated in the air.

"Where am I?"

"The North Pole, or at least my personal North Pole. There's multiple of those too."

You shook your head, letting out a huff of disbelief. "No. That's not possible."

"Why? Don't believe in Santa?"

"Not since I was a kid."

"Ah, so you're too old for those kinds of things, is that it, Y/n?"

Your brows furrowed. "How do you know my name?"

"Santa knows everyone's names." He responded simply.

"This can't be real. I've hit my head or something."

"I had you checked out. You have no signs of any head injuries."

"Then I'm dreaming."

"You're not dreaming. You landed here through a portal. How? Humans aren't supposed to have access to this realm."

A portal.

Your mind had finally cleared enough to recall the last thing that happened before you blacked out.

"An ornament."

Jongho's expression shifted into a more serious one, letting you know that what you said held significance. "What kind of ornament?"

"A glass one."

"With a crystal snowflake inside?" He added.

"Y-yes. How'd you know?"

Jongho sighed, moving over to his desk, pulling out a notebook, flipping through sheets of paper, his finger dragging down what you assumed was a list. He closed the notebook with a sharp snap and reached for a glossy green announcement microphone on his desk, pulling it over to speak into it.

"I need to see San and Wooyoung in my office."

You looked to Jongho for answers to unasked questions.

Moments later, the frosted glass door to the room opened up and two men donning green button down silk shirts and black pants stepped inside, each one with a noticeable set of pointed ears.

Elves?

The one with glossy black hair styled into a mullet turned to look at you, his eyes widening. The man beside him with shorter black hair leaned forward a bit to peer past his companion at you.

"Oh. Hello."

"San." Jongho spoke up, causing the second elf to stand upright.

"Yes?"

"I want you both to tell me what happened yesterday."

The duo shared a puzzled expression.

"Our job?" The one named San responded.

"You two went to scope out a neighborhood yesterday. What happened?"

They both stiffened at the tone in their boss' voice. They knew when he meant business.

"We went to count houses and figure out the best places for you to land on the big night." Wooyoung spoke up. "That's it."

"You dropped your ornament." Jongho stated.

San turned to Wooyoung with an expression of frustration, his brows creased so intensely that two lines became visible between his eyes.

"I told him we needed to go, but Wooyoung just had to do a few tricks."

"I didn't know it fell!" The other elf argued.

"Well, it did and look what happened." Jongho gestured to you.

All you could do was stare, shifting uncomfortably on the velvet couch after being the center of attention.

"She was found lying in the snow right inside the entry gates." Jongho explained further.

"I'm sorry." Wooyoung apologized. "I tried looking for it before we left, but I couldn't find it. It was too dark out."

"Yeah and I had to use mine to get us back home." San added, glaring at him.

A prolonged silence stretched out across the room before you broke it.

"You can get me back home though... right?" You looked back and forth between the three of them, your eyes landing on Jongho for a response.

San and Wooyoung's expressions said it all before Jongho even uttered a word. Getting you home wouldn't be an easy task.

"I'm sorry. Each elf gets one ornament to transport them back here after they're done scoping the neighborhood. There are no extras."

Your expression fell at Jongho's explanation.

"Surely there's another way. What if one of your elves loses one like last night?"

"That's why everyone goes in pairs, so there's a backup."

"And we have watches as a last resort!" San piped up, showing off the futuristic-looking tech strapped to his wrist. "We can call headquarters and have them bring us in."

"Couldn't you do that for me?" You turned to Jongho. "Y'know, get someone to open up the portal and get me back?"

"It doesn't work that way. If you want to return home, you'll have to wait until Christmas Eve. The portal can be opened when I make my rounds and I can take you back home then."

"But that's al most a week away!" You exclaimed.

Wooyoung opened his mouth to say something, earning a sharp warning glare from Jongho that caused him to stay silent. This went unnoticed by you.

"I know it's not ideal, but look on the bright side." Jongho stated. "You get to spend Christmas week at the North Pole. Not many people can say that."

Not ideal indeed, but he had a point. Of course you were bummed about the circumstances you found yourself in, but there wasn't anything that could be done. You were stuck there.

"Let me get your sleeping arrangements in order." Jongho reached for the green announcement mic again, speaking into it. "Yeosang, I need you in my office, please." He pulled away and turned to address you. "There's a cabin by the workshop that you can stay in for the week."

This was all so much to take in: Santa, elves, the North Pole, the fact that you were going to be stuck there. All you could manage was a nod in response. What else were you supposed to do? You didn't have a choice but to accept your circumstances.

The soft click of the door to the office announced the presence of who you assumed was Yeosang. He donned the same silk green shirt as San and Wooyoung and a set of pointed ears stuck out from his brown hair.

"You wanted to see me?" His voice was smooth and deeper than you would've assumed just based on his appearance.

"Could you take our special guest to the empty cabin next door?" Jongho gestured to you, Yeosang's eyes following.

"Oh." He blinked, visibly taken aback by the presence of a human at the North Pole. "Of course. Follow me."

You got to your feet and walked over, the fatigue in your limbs still present from losing consciousness earlier. You did your best to shake it off, quietly passing Jongho and the two elves whose eyes followed you all the way to the door.

A look of awe crossed your features as soon as you stepped outside the office, your hands coming to rest on the railing of the second floor overlooking the scene below. Before you was a vast workshop filled with stations and machines, the layered sounds of assembling floating in the air as hundreds of elves worked to create and wrap gifts.

"This... is real?" You breathed out in disbelief.

"It is." Yeosang confirmed. "Must be hard to wrap your head around since you're an adult."

You blinked a few times, even reached over to pinch your arm only to flinch when a sharp jolt of pain ran up it.

"It is, but it's also everything I dreamed about as a kid."

Yeosang smiled warmly, starting down the steps. "If you think that's cool, you should see the cabin you'll be staying in."

"Why'd you tell her you couldn't get her back home until Christmas Eve?" Wooyoung asked after you were escorted out of the room.

"If you say one word, you're in the stables for a week." Jongho pointed.

"Those hay bails are so uncomfortable though." The elf whined.

"I meant cleaning the stables, Wooyoung. Not sleeping in them."

"That's even worse!"

The snow crunching under yours and Yeosang's shoes was the only sound between the both of you as you stepped out of the noisy workshop and onto the wintry terrain. The little village that greeted you was like something right out of a Christmas movie and even more proof that what you were experiencing was very much real. Cabins and even small businesses lined the snow-covered street with lampposts covered in garland.

"What's your name?" He spoke up.

"Y/n."

"I'm Yeosang, Jongho's assistant of sorts."

"You don't build toys?" You asked jokingly in an attempt to ease some of the anxiousness you felt.

That earned a small chuckle from him. "No. I just make sure things are going smoothly in the workshop and help Jongho if he ever needs me."

"I honestly expected kids."

"Kids?" Yeosang chuckled melodically. "Kids can't do heavy lifting."

"Right." You huffed out a little laugh, realizing your perception of elves and the North Pole was extremely warped by films and stories.

"So how did you end up here? I'm assuming it had something to do with San and Wooyoung."

"Yeah." You sighed out. "I found one of their magic ornament things and put it on my tree, but it fell off and broke."

"Ah." He nodded knowingly. "Well, there isn't a better place you could've ended up. Jongho will make sure you're taken care of." He gave you a sincere smile, his gaze lifting. "Here we are."

Sitting before you was a cozy-looking cabin that was similar to the others in the area, a wreath with an empty wooden sign in the middle hung on the front door. As soon as you stepped foot on the stone landing, your name was etched into as if by magic.

The gasp that left you made Yeosang laugh softly. "Pretty cool, right?"

"Very cool." You murmured, your fingers tracing over the letters of your name carved seamlessly into the small sign.

"Well, take a look." Yeosang gestured.

You reached a tentative hand towards the doorknob and pushed it open.

Stepping into the cabin was like entering a warm blanket, a Christmassy one that smelled like peppermint. Every inch of the living area was covered in holiday decor, there was even a tree dotted with stunning ornaments, unfortunately none that could get you back home, you assumed. You turned to look at the elf standing in the front doorway, the wonder evident on your features.

"I'll let you get settled." He bid you farewell and stepped back outside, closing the door behind him.

The crackling of the fireplace filled the area as you moved down the hall to the bedroom, which was equally as covered in Christmas cheer, even the bed had a holiday theme with a fluffy red comforter and throw pillows to match. Taking slow steps towards the window, you gazed out at the fantasy-like village below, your attention drifting from the small businesses and cabins to the workshop that stood proudly at the end of the township. Your accommodation was located beside it and from your bedroom, you had a clear view of the round window on the second floor of the large shop—Jongho's office.

Knowing he had a view of your little cabin gave you a sense of security and you were certain he'd assigned it to you for a reason.

You stepped away from the window and decided to check out your room for the week, opening up the closet to find it filled with garments. Your fingers flicked through each one as you checked the tags, they were all your size. Even the three pairs of shoes lined along the floor of the closet were your size.

"Woah." You breathed out in awe.

The clothes inside varied in style, most of them being sweaters—cute ones too. Part of you expected overly festive holiday sweaters, but these were tasteful. You were even provided with a couple sets of red silk pajamas, one long sleeved with pants and the other short sleeved with shorts.

In the bathroom was a toothbrush, toothpaste, and all the amenities you might need. The cabin was fully-equipped, it seemed.

You left your temporary abode shortly after getting a look around and ventured out into the little village, figuring if you were going to be stuck there, you might as well look around and somewhat familiarize yourself with the place.

You'd thrown on a jacket provided in the closet of your cabin, relishing in the warmth it brought when you braved the elements. Snow had started to fall from the overcast sky above, the clouds sending down small flurries that fluttered down onto the white-blanketed ground.

The quaint elf village had everything: a cafe, a few clothing stores, and even a grocery store. There was much to check out and you weren't sure where to start.

After some contemplation, you decided to pop inside the cafe and see what kinds of goodies were sold at the North Pole. As soon as the door opened, you were greeted by a mixture of various aromas, all of which were pleasant to your olfactory sense: freshly-baked goods, sweets, and warm beverages.

An elf bustled about behind the counter, pausing long enough to ask, "Can I get something for you?"

"I'm just looking." As soon as the words left your mouth, she spun back around and proceeded with whatever task she was doing.

Two large wooden signs hung from the ceiling with a list of what was served there. The categories ranged from savory baked goods to sweets and warm drinks. Unfortunately, you still weren't feeling the best after your little blackout, so you weren't in the mood for anything, but you made a mental note to try it out before your stay came to an end.

You received a couple stares from the few elves sitting in the cafe, probably on break from the workshop, but you didn't pay any mind to it, knowing they more than likely weren't used to humans wandering around the North Pole. Still, you were grateful no one questioned it. Part of you felt bad for Wooyoung, not wanting to spread word of his blunder that caused you to end up there.

After browsing the cafe, you headed out and meandered down the street to peer at the windows displaying different merchandise. If not for the occasional elf passing by, you would've assumed this was a normal town based on its appearance. It had just about every shop your own town had, there was even a post office, most likely only for mail to Jongho since many kids often wrote letters to Santa.

Exploring the festive borough was almost therapeutic, wether that was the visuals of it or the atmosphere, you weren't sure, but once it started getting dark, you retired to your cabin.

You prepared to turn in for the night, donning the pajamas that suited you best at the moment, sliding under the sheets and snuggling into the mattress.

The bed was cozy and cloud-like, but you couldn't sleep. The thoughts in your mind spun around like a blizzard and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to settle in. Though you'd somewhat come to terms with your situation and accepted the fact that everything you thought was fiction was a reality, your body didn't seem to cooperate and you found yourself unable to relax in the unfamiliar environment.

Shuffling along the snow-covered streets of the North Pole village, you made your way into the massive workshop where hundreds of elves were hard at work. Tugging your jacket closer to your body, you made your way up the staircase to Jongho's office, knocking tentatively on the frosted glass door.

"Come in."

The door clicked softly when you opened it, stepping into the room you had woken up in earlier.

"Y/n." You didn't miss the way Jongho's face lit up a bit at your presence.

"Hey." You greeted.

"Can't sleep?"

You shook your head, moving over to sit on the velvet couch, watching Jongho scan a long list that spilled off the side of his desk and went across the floor.

"Sorry if I caught you at a bad time."

"No, no." He looked over at you with a gentle smile of reassurance, grabbing a small sticky tab to mark his place on the list. "I'm just checking it twice. Though I'll have to check it again the night before Christmas Eve. The list is always changing." He turned his chair towards you, giving you his full attention. "How did you like the cabin? Was it satisfactory?"

"It's more than satisfactory, but how'd you personalize it for me?" You asked.

Jongho chuckled softly. "It's magic. As soon as you step foot in the entryway, the house fills with what you need."

Your eyes widened a bit in awe, feeling something akin to childlike wonder spark in your chest. At first, you were in shock about everything, unable to process it all, but you were beginning to accept the reality. The fact that the stories you heard as a child were true would be jarring to just about anyone.

"You know what helps me when I can't sleep?" Jongho asked with a faint grin. "Hot cocoa."

A slightly amused smile tugged at the corner of your lips. That did sound nice and sometimes a warm beverage helped when insomnia was at its worst.

"Would you like to get some?" He offered.

"I'd love some."

Jongho offered you his hand and helped you off the couch, guiding you out of his office. It was after 1 AM, but the elves were working hard, doing preparations for the big night.

"Did you get a chance to check out the village?" Jongho asked while descending the stairs.

"A little bit. I stopped in the cafe."

"And what did you think?"

"It's more normal than I thought. As for the cafe, I didn't really have an appetite at the time, but everything looked really good. Is that where we're going for cocoa?"

"Nope." Jongho had an unreadable expression on his face, but it almost felt like smug excitement.

His eyes drifted over to the lines of workstations as you passed, craning his neck to briefly examine the handiwork of the elves tinkering away and assembling different things.

"Do you ever rest?" You asked out of curiosity.

He chuckled. "I do. My living quarters are over there," He gestured upstairs to a red door with a silver J on it, located just a short distance from his office. "but when Christmas is near, I often stay up into the night making sure everything is running smoothly."

You let out a low whistle, impressed by his commitment, though someone in a position like him had to be committed to what they did or else things would go awry.

"It makes so much sense that there's multiple Santa Clauses around the world. One guy doing the whole job seems impossible."

"It is. If I had to supervise everything and deliver presents to the entire world, I don't think I'd ever be able to rest." He sighed out, running a hand through his shiny black hair. "I don't know how the story ended up being told that way. One guy? Please." He scoffed.

You chuckled, following Jongho into a breakroom of sorts with tables and a wall of what looked to be coffee machines.

"Here's where the magic happens." He grinned, walking over to grab a couple clear glass mugs.

You observed him while he got to work, preparing two machines and sliding the mugs into place. A hissing sound rang out and the cocoa started pouring out into each cup, filling them both perfectly. Jongho took the drinks and relocated to a section of the counter where jars with various toppings were lined up. He scooped out some chocolate curls, putting a small spoonful into each mug, then reached into a nearby fridge to grab a can of whipped cream, spraying a layer over the top of the cocoa, and finally topped each one with more chocolate curls.

"Candy cane?" He offered, gesturing to a cluster in one of the jars.

"Yes please."

He took two and placed one into each mug, handing yours over. "Voila."

You smiled down at the drink as the warmth from it seeped into your palms.

"The extra chocolate curls make it better and I add extra scoops of cocoa." Jongho winked, the gesture making something stir within you. "Don't tell anyone working at the cafe, but I make the best hot chocolate around here."

The smile on your face grew and you brought the beverage up to your lips, taking a small sip of it. The sweet, warm liquid awakened your tastebuds and summoned a sensation you hadn't felt since you were a kid. You had plenty of hot chocolates in the past years but none of them were able to give you that feeling that Christmas brought on when you were a child.

Jongho's boba-like eyes stared at you expectantly, waiting to hear your opinion.

"The only word I can use to describe it is delightful."

"Delightful." He echoed with a proud smile. "I like that."

The both of you returned to his office, sitting on the couch together to enjoy your hot chocolate.

"Do you like the pajamas?" Jongho spoke up.

"Mhm. I like that I got two options. Very thoughtful."

"Good. I want everything to be perfect for you since you're stuck here for a week."

"I'm starting to think it won't be so bad." A soft smile settled onto your lips. "It still doesn't exactly feel real though—being here, I mean."

He nodded in silent understanding, though he was glad you were beginning to get comfortable at the North Pole, except for the fact that you couldn't sleep.

"I'm curious. You said the naughty and nice lists change, does that mean a child can be switched to another one at the last minute?"

"It does. That's why I check one last time a couple hours before takeoff. I want to make sure every nice child gets presents."

"You love what you do, don't you?"

Jongho's face lit up and he nodded. "Bringing joy to children is my whole life."

There was something about the way he spoke with such passion and conviction that let you know being a Santa was his purpose in life.

"By the way, I hope Wooyoung didn't get scolded too much for losing his ornament." You mentioned after a beat of silence.

Jongho found it sweet that you were concerned about someone you didn't even know. "Just a little scolding, that's all."

Comfortable chit chat was exchanged between you and the handsome Santa while you sipped on your hot chocolate, pleased to find that it was working to make you drowsy.

Once your mug was empty, Jongho escorted you back to your cabin, wishing you goodnight and a restful sleep.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to come ask."

The following day of your North Pole stay, you were inside your cozy Christmas cabin, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace when you heard a knock on the door. Jongho was the last person you expected to see, but there he stood, looking handsome as ever. He was in his usual red suit ensemble, but donned a matching puffer coat with white fur around the hood, which you thought was very fitting for him.

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"I wanted to take you somewhere."

"Take me somewhere? Aren't you busy?"

"Not at the moment, no. Yeosang is monitoring the workshop and he'll let me know if anything is wrong."

"Okay, well, let me get some shoes on and grab a jacket."

You settled on a pair of warm boots and shrugged on your coat, heading out the door with Jongho.

"So, do I get to know where it is you're taking me or is it a surprise?"

"What do you think?" He turned to you with a cheeky grin that said it all.

All you did was nod, holding back a little smile as you walked with him down the snow-covered streets.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"A little."

"Maybe we could swing by the cafe before heading to our destination."

"That'd be great."

The cafe smelled even more welcoming than the first time you stepped through its doors. The aroma of cinnamon, warm vanilla, and coffee wafted in the air and wrapped around you like a comforting hug.

"Anything you'd like to try?" Jongho asked.

"I don't know. It all looks so good." You murmured contemplatively, peering through the glass of the display case at the array of baked goods.

"I recommend this one." Jongho offered up an option, gesturing to his item of choice which was some sort of muffin. "I get it often."

"In that case, I think I'll try it."

He approached the counter and ordered two, handing over some money to the elf working there, the same one from the day before who was so busy. He said something to her, but you were immersed in reading the little signs displayed with the baked goods inside the glass case.

The muffin was warm in your palms, still holding heat from being in the oven. It made your mouth water. Jongho turned towards you with an expectant expression on his face.

You took that as your cue to have a bite of the fluffy muffin, humming enthusiastically at the flavor of it.

"It's good, right?" He grinned.

You nodded, following him over to a small circular table for two by one of the large glass windows of the cafe.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"I did." You nodded happily. "That cocoa did wonders. I went right to sleep."

"I'm glad to hear it. You seem to be having a good time here so far, by the way." Jongho mentioned.

"I am, even though today is my first full day here. I feel like I'm in a Christmas movie."

He grinned, visibly pleased to hear that, especially since he was feeling a little guilty for being selfish and lying about getting you back home.

"Do you ever wish you had a change in environment?" You asked. "A place that isn't covered in snow all the time?"

"Not really." He shrugged. "Besides, on Christmas Eve I get to fly around the country and see different places. That's enough for me."

"So you really like it here?"

"I do. It's my home, after all." He smiled fondly, his warm brown eyes gazing out at the streets beyond the windowpane.

Your attention drifted from the tenderness in his eyes to the slight curve of his button nose and the shape of his slightly pouty lips. He was handsome, that much was obvious from day one, but only now were you really drinking him in. There was a boyish charm about him and yet he was very clearly a grown man.

"You should eat the rest of your muffin before it gets cold." He commented without glancing your way. "It's best when it's warm."

You stiffened and could feel the burn of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. He'd somehow seen you staring.

Without uttering a single word, you took another bite of your baked treat, your eyes flickering up long enough to see the faintest hint of a smirk playing at Jongho's pretty lips.

A chilly gust of air hit your cheeks when you stepped out of the cafe, having had a little snack before heading to your intended destination.

"Not used to the cold of the North Pole?" Jongho inquired with a slightly sly grin.

"It's just a shock to the system after being inside the toasty cafe." You responded with a barely restrained smile, following Jongho through the snow, heading back towards the workshop.

You asked no questions and trailed alongside him as he made his way to a building located near the back of the giant shop. As you got closer you realized the structure was a stable, your eyes widening a little in realization.

"No way." You couldn't mask the excitement in your tone.

Jongho grinned. "Yes way. I wanted to give you the best North Pole experience and I thought what better way than to let you see the reindeer?"

"I can't believe this is happening." You came to a brief halt just outside the front doors. "Is Rudolph real?"

Jongho's lips quirked up a bit at your question. "He is."

The disbelief and elation on your face was enough to make his pulse skyrocket. Seeing you so enthusiastic about the place he called home was only making his feelings for you grow, not that he minded that.

"Rudolph is a total legend." You whispered out in awe.

"Don't let him hear you say that. He'll get a big head about it." Jongho chuckled. "He's got quite the ego, what with the whole song and movie about him."

Without thinking, he took your hand and guided you into the stable, your heart beating a little faster at his touch.

Nine reindeer in exceptionally clean enclosures were lined up inside the surprisingly spacious building. On the wooden door of each little stable was the reindeer's name, carved neatly into a sign. All you could do was stand there and stare in shock and awe.

"You can pet them if you'd like."

At Jongho's words, you tentatively approached the nearest stable—Prancer's. The reindeer was chewing on a mouthful of hay as you brought your hand up to rub the top of his head. You couldn't believe it, you were actually petting one of Santa's reindeer.

"Are they well-behaved?" You asked, moving to gently rub Prancer's ear, to which he started tilting his head in appreciation.

"They certainly are." Jongho's posture straightened up pridefully at his statement before he approached Comet's stable beside you, pulling out a carrot to feed him.

You watched Jongho grinning adoringly at the reindeer, murmuring things to him while rubbing on his jaw lovingly. In turn, Comet raised his head to rub his nose against the side of Jongho's face, eliciting the most heart-melting giggles you'd ever heard. The way his eyes crinkled up made butterflies erupt in your stomach; his gummy smile and cute little teeth only adding to the intense fuzzy emotions in your chest.

"Here."

Your gaze drifted to the carrot Jongho held out towards you. You took it and started feeding it to Prancer, who ditched the hay immediately when presented with the crunchy orange vegetable.

"If you're one of many Santas, does that mean there's multiple reindeer with the same names?"

Jongho hummed and gave a nod. "Each country has their own Santa and thus their own reindeer."

Every bit of information was being soaked up by you like a sponge. It was so intriguing to find out about such magical things.

"How are there multiple Rudolphs?" You questioned.

"Well," Jongho turned to look at the stall with said reindeer's name on it. "that one over there is Rudolph Jr. Jr. Jr. Jr., well, you get it."

One by one, you went down the line and stopped to give attention to each reindeer, Jongho handing you a carrot every so often to feed them. Finally, you made it to the most famous of them all. You tried to contain your excitement, but your expression said it all—you were so giddy. Rudolph's red nose glowed softly as you gave him some scratches around his ear. He bobbed his head enthusiastically like a horse would, rubbing his nose against your cheek, causing you to giggle.

"He likes you." Jongho commented with a grin, passing a carrot over.

You fed the vegetable to the reindeer who munched on it happily.

"Do you come out here to spend time with them often?"

"Every day." Jongho smiled softly. "Even if all I do is feed them. On Christmas they usually get a special treat for doing so well."

"Just out of curiosity, they don't actually eat dry oats and glitter, do they? You know, the 'reindeer food' that kids mix up at school to sprinkle in their yards on Christmas Eve?"

"Oh absolutely. They love that."

"Are you serious? For real?"

"Are you kidding me? No." Jongho burst out into loud laughter. "They don't eat glitter."

The deadpan expression on your face only made him clutch his stomach, doubling over slightly.

"That's not funny."

"It is." He managed to utter through cackles.

Embarrassment flooded through you at your own gullibility. Then again, how were you supposed to know? You just found out yesterday that Santa Claus and elves existed.

"Seriously, you can't just do that."

Jongho had to brace himself on the wooden railing of the reindeer pen as he laughed even harder. All you could do was stand by and watch with crossed arms. Finally, he let out a dramatic exhale and stood upright, wiping his eyes.

"I can't believe I got you with that one."

"You're horrible." You huffed.

"I just wanted to mess with you." He gave your head a single pat. "No harm, no foul."

"There was harm to my dignity."

He let out a laugh. "You're funny."

The sound of jingle bells emitted from an unknown location, interrupting the moment. The sound alerted Jongho and he raised his wrist, pulling his sleeve down to glance at a watch exactly like the one San showed off yesterday.

"Ah. Yeosang needs me. One of our machines is glitching." He ran a hand through his hair. "I can walk you back to your cabin if you'd like or you can watch me do boring stuff like repair a machine."

Part of you didn't want your time with Jongho to end so soon, besides, mechanical work at Santa's workshop couldn't possibly be boring.

"I think I'd like to watch you save the day."

A smile crept onto Jongho's face. "Alright then. Follow me."

You shuffled into the cafe, curious to see what was available that day, not that you were planning on buying anything. You didn't have any money with you. If you'd known you were going to be sucked into a magical portal to the North Pole, you would've grabbed your wallet first.

"Can I get you anything?" The female elf behind the counter asked.

"No thank you. I don't have any money." You admitted embarrassingly.

"That's not a problem. If you want something, just let me know."

"I don't understand." You huffed out an awkward half-chuckle.

"Jongho said to give you anything you wanted."

The expression on your face shifted, your brows lifting and eyes widening.

"He did? Are you sure?"

"Positive. Yesterday when you two were in here he told me."

It took a moment for you to formulate a response. Jongho was the one that called the shots around here, so you knew you wouldn't be able to dispute.

"I'll have one of those muffins from yesterday, please. I'd also like one hot chocolate if that's okay."

She flashed a friendly smile. "I'll get that for you right away."

Your muffin and coffee was handed over. In response, you thanked the worker and told her she was doing a wonderful job, feeling like you needed to provide something in exchange for free food, even if it was just a few positive words.

You sat by the window, at the same table you were at with Jongho. The muffin was just as delicious as it was yesterday, the hot chocolate was good too, but Jongho was right when he said he makes the best cocoa.

After a warm treat at the cafe, you meandered towards the workshop. The past couple days of your stay was mostly spent in Jongho's office since you felt the most comfortable around him. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a Santa and just exuded a friendly energy, or maybe you genuinely trusted him simply for his personality rather than his title. In your heart, you felt it was the latter. He was kind, funny, and attentive despite his busy schedule.

Whenever you weren't at the workshop, Jongho often peeked out his window at the front of his office, having a clear view of your cabin. He'd catch glimpses of you walking around inside or even standing by your bedroom window to gaze at the town.

Something warm and foreign had made its home in Jongho's chest and it stirred whenever you were around. That feeling started the day you arrived and he'd spent far too long staring at you while you laid unconscious on his office couch. It might've been creepy, but he hadn't seen another human at the North Pole ever, so of course he was intrigued, perhaps even entranced.

Jongho abruptly got to his feet and headed towards the door to his office, surprised to find you standing outside when he opened it.

"Y/n."

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" You asked.

"No. I was actually going to look for you."

"You were? Why for?"

"I wanted to take you on the snowmobile."

"You have a snowmobile?"

"Of course I do." Jongho chuckled. "I've gotta find some way to entertain myself while on vacation. You wanna go check it out?"

You nodded eagerly.

Jongho abandoned his office and led you through the workshop towards the garage where his sleigh and snowmobiles were parked.

"I went to the cafe today." You mentioned, heading down a hallway.

"Did you?"

"I did and the girl working there told me you said I could have whatever I wanted."

"Is that a problem?"

"No. I was just surprised."

"You ended up here because of one of my elves' mistakes, it's up to me to make sure you have the best time here."

The conversation was forgotten immediately upon seeing the magnificent ruby sleigh sitting in the middle of the garage. Your jaw fell open at the wondrous sight.

"There it is." You breathed out, admiring the intricate gold swirls on the side.

Jongho grinned and gave the massive sleigh a pat on the side. "She's a beaut. Never steered me wrong."

"I know I'll get a chance to sit in it in a few days, but may I?" You gestured.

"Knock yourself out."

A small gasp of joy escaped you and you hopped up in the sleigh, gaping at the control panel.

"I wasn't expecting so much technology."

"Well, there's a gps, digital maps to show the layout of everyone's homes, and even a list showing which child gets their next present. All that info gets sent right there from E Tech." He pointed to the two small screens on the control panel. "It's very advanced."

"Wow." Your fingertips brushed over the silver controls, marveling at the screens. "What's E Tech?"

"Elf Tech." Jongho clarified. "Our communications hub in the workshop. The elves there help me make sure I'm on the right track."

You climbed out of the massive sleigh, dropping down beside Jongho.

"You ready for the snowmobile now?"

You nodded, zipping up your coat in preparation. He grinned and snatched a set of keys from a compartment on the wall, along with two pairs of goggles, sitting astride the seat. You slid in behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist, the closeness making you feel warm inside. He passed one pair of goggles to you, letting you slide them on before he did so himself.

"Hold on tight. Don't want you falling off."

At his words, you squeezed him more securely as a precaution, the engine on the snowmobile thrumming to life.

The motor vehicle was driven out of the large garage and out into the snowy terrain. Just outside was wide open space coated in a white blanket, giving Jongho plenty of area for taking off in his sleigh on Christmas Eve. The snowmobile thrust forward and tore through the fluffy snow-covered ground. A little squeal of both surprise and joy slipped out while you pressed your cheek into Jongho's back. He laughed and accelerated, moving even faster, stirring up snow chunks in the process.

You lifted your head, peeking over his shoulder, the icy air blasting your cheeks. Flurries flew by, landing in both yours and Jongho's hair, dotting your heads in tiny white clusters. He cut the steering handles sharply, forcing the vehicle to turn and a yelp to leave your lips. Gleeful laughter emitted from Jongho, who seemed to be enjoying your reactions immensely, trying to pull more startled sounds from you by speeding up and riding over small hills.

"I'm not scaring you, am I?" He asked.

"No." You laughed, your vice-like hold on him getting tighter while you nestled your face at the junction between his neck and shoulder. The faint but warm scent of sugary cookies hit your senses, mixing with the icy air. It took a moment for you to register that the aroma was coming from Jongho. He smelled like freshly-baked cookies. For some reason that little detail was endearing and made your heart soar with adoration. Without making it obvious, you nuzzled a little closer to enjoy more of it.

Jongho was elated to see you becoming accustomed to the North Pole, now knowing your way around fairly well after four days. Though the village wasn't all that big, he was still happy. You'd taken to the streets on your own to peruse the shops and stop by the cafe again. Naturally, Jongho snuck a peek out his office window as you left the workshop and strolled down the wide path through town.

"Hey, boss."

Jongho spun around at the sound of San's voice. "Yes?"

"Wooyoung and I scoped out the Gyeonggi province last night. It's the last one we had, so you're all set for Christmas Eve." He mentioned. "We dropped papers off to E Tech earlier and they're programming the info into the system for the sleigh. Just wanted to let you know."

"Thanks." Jongho gave a small smile. "Wooyoung didn't wanna help you deliver this message?"

"He thinks you're still mad for screwing up, so he just sent me."

"I'm not mad at him, I just want him to be more careful."

"I made sure of that last night. No more aerial tricks."

"Good." Jongho nodded. "Thanks again for the update."

San gave a nod accompanied with a dimpled smile before heading towards the door. His strides came to a halt as his hand rested on the knob. "How's the girl?"

"Y/n? She's fine." Jongho turned to face the window again, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Much better than I thought actually. She seems to be having a good time here."

San's grin grew wider. "That's great to hear."

With that, the elf exited the room, leaving Jongho to himself.

Things were getting busy at the workshop and you'd just left Jongho's office to make a trip to the break room for hot chocolate, which you'd been having often, making it exactly how Jongho had the first night you were there.

Yeosang stood by Jongho's desk to go over a list of tasks that had been completed so far, as Christmas was approaching fast. As soon as the door closed behind you, the man in charge started skimming over a stack of papers on his desk, not seeing the expression his assistant had made when you left, his eyes darting between the office door and the boss.

Without looking up from his paperwork, Jongho spoke, "Do you have something to say, Yeosang?"

The elf got a little sheepish at being caught without even being looked at, but Jongho was very perceptive.

"Nothing." He brushed it off. "I should go over this list with you."

"If you have something to say, you should say it." He raised his head and looked over at his assistant.

Yeosang was hesitant to speak, but did so anyway after a moment of silence. "I see the way you look at her, the way you act when she's around."

Jongho's eyebrows furrowed a bit.

"Your whole face lights up and your gaze follows her out the door every time she leaves. I can tell you like her." Yeosang continued.

Jongho pressed his lips together in response to his assistant's observation, which was true.

"Every Santa needs his Mrs. Claus." The elf added quietly.

Those final words seared themselves into Jongho's head. Yeosang was right. He never thought he needed anyone by his side, but after having you in his life, albeit briefly, he was learning that having some company was nice. Jongho had never considered a partner. He'd always been so focused on his job. Focused on making sure everything was on schedule. In all his decades of being a Santa, he never once thought about finding someone to spend his free time with, but Jongho had been selfish, he knew he had. He was keeping you there and withholding information from you for his own desires. There was just something about you that drew you to him and he needed time to figure it out. He had never been so enchanted by anyone at first sight.

Having you around has been such a treat and a refreshing change to the life Jongho deemed perfect. He loved telling you about the inner workings of the North Pole and what he did as a job. He loved introducing you to the wonders of his realm and the magic within it, but he needed to come clean.

"Christmas Eve is tomorrow." Yeosang mentioned. "She'll be going home."

All Jongho did was nod.

"Could you please be careful with the gifts?" Yeosang politely asked the line of elves, watching as they tossed gifts into the back of the magnificent red sleigh.

Even though he was in charge of helping run things, he was hardly able to be stern, always instructing others in the most well mannered way possible. It took him a while to even get to that point, but he'd made lots of progress.

Jongho stood by to observe, donning a red suit similar to the one he had on the first day you'd arrived, except the notch lapels of his red suit jacket were covered in white fur along with the cuffs and the bottoms of his pants. On top of his head was a classic Santa hat, adjusted to where his slightly wavy black bangs showed from the front.

You spent a little longer than intended standing in the living room of your cabin. A dull ache in your chest presented itself when you thought about having to leave. Who knew six days at the North Pole would have such an impact on you? During your brief stay, you'd experienced so much and learned even more. You stayed in a place you no longer thought existed and hadn't believed in since you were a child. All this time, you thought the North Pole was just a barren snowy landscape in the Northern Hemisphere used as a location for a fictional being, not one of multiple magical realms filled with elves and reindeer with glowing noses.

Even as you stood in the garage with Jongho and watched Christmas Eve preparations, you couldn't shake the disappointment of leaving. Part of you wondered if you'd see Jongho again after tonight.

Everything seemed to go by in a blur, your goodbyes with Yeosang and San, the apology from Wooyoung for causing you to end up there, and even boarding the sleigh.

The dreamlike experience of being up in the sky, watching the reindeer guide the magical sled through the air proved to be a good distraction from your thoughts and the dread of having to return to normal life, which now paled in comparison to your experience at the North Pole.

Jongho was incredible to watch, sliding down chimneys with ease and somehow making it into homes without chimneys, dropping piles of presents within a single minute.

"How do you do that?" You asked in awe.

"I'm Santa." He winked.

Jongho had meant to come clean about his dishonesty, but things were so hectic he never got a chance to say anything to you before leaving the North Pole. It was probably for the best, he figured. He'd just tell you when he dropped you off at your house, that way if you were angry with him, you two could part ways there and you wouldn't have to be around him while upset.

House after house, Jongho delivered gifts, filling the homes of all the nice children on the list. Then you arrived in your neighborhood, your heart sinking with dread.

"This is it." You spoke through an exhale, standing by your back door, not liking the heaviness in your chest.

"Before you go, there's something I have to tell you." Jongho spoke up.

"Okay." You watched him expectantly, the look on your face making his gut twist uncomfortably with guilt. You had no idea what he'd done.

"I lied to you. I could've gotten you back home the day you arrived."

You blinked, processing his words. "What?"

"Just... let me explain, please. I've done this job alone for decades. I love it. I love planning each Christmas, getting letters from children across the country, making them happy. I never thought I needed anyone else, it never even crossed my mind—but then you came along. You quite literally showed up out of nowhere and came into my perfect life, or what I thought was perfect."

You watched him, listening intently to his explanation.

"When I first laid eyes on you I felt something that I hadn't felt before. You intrigued me and I wanted so badly to keep you around and see what you were like, to figure out what my feelings were. You've brought so much light and joy into my life in just six days, but I was selfish. You have every right to be angry with me. You're free to go inside and forget all about me if that's what you wish. I'll understand."

Anger. Where was it? Because after hearing Jongho's explanation, you didn't feel it. Instead, you felt relief. You thoroughly enjoyed your time at the North Pole, in fact, it had reawakened that childlike warmth in your chest that you'd been unable to get back, despite loving the holidays.

"There no need for you to apologize."

Jongho's expression shifted from one of guilt to surprise. "I lied to you though."

"Yes, you did. However, you also gave me the best experience I could ever ask for and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to miss it."

He blinked in disbelief.

"Truth is, there's something about you too, Jongho. Something that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside and I don't think it's because you're a Santa."

He could feel his heart rate rising, the consistent thud in his chest becoming faster.

"So what you're saying is... you like me too?" He took a step forward.

You nodded. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Have you ever kissed under a mistletoe?" He asked you.

"No."

"Would you like to?"

Before you could question him, Jongho pointed up, your head raising to find a mistletoe magically growing on one of the beams of the roof over your back door. You looked to Jongho in surprise. All he did was chuckle, sliding one arm around your waist. The space between your faces diminished little by little, your eyelids slowly falling shut moments before Jongho's soft lips landed on yours. You'd been secretly admiring them almost since the beginning of your stay in his realm and now you could confidently say they were as soft as they looked.

He hummed contently, holding you tighter while depending the kiss, one of his gloved hands cupping your cheek tenderly. Your closed eyes nearly rolled back at the sensation of Jongho's lips dragging slowly over your own, slotting sideways to kiss you wholly. Waves of blissful tingles rolled over you, warmth blossoming in your chest as your hands gripped his fluffy lapel to somewhat ground yourself.

"So you really want to live at the North Pole with me?" Jongho asked after parting ways, his warm breath brushing your lips.

He wanted so badly to keep kissing you, to keep holding you, but he was on a schedule.

"I do."

"It's a big decision."

"I know." You breathed out.

"And you're certain?"

"I am. I just have to tie up some loose ends here."

"Understood." He murmured, still holding your cheek in his palm.

"I can come back and visit, right? See my friends and family?"

"Of course."

You nodded. "Okay. It's settled."

That night, you parted ways with Jongho, no longer feeling upset about the departure, as you knew your separation was only temporary. You quit your job and took care of any other things in your life that you were preparing to leave behind, making arrangements to move away to just one of many North Pole realms.

Three days after Christmas, you heard a knock at your back door, finding it odd. Who would go to your back door? When you peered outside, your question was answered. Jongho stood outside, a bright smile on his face.

You couldn't help yourself, overcome with excitement as you leapt forward and threw your arms around him.

"Aww. How cute!"

The sudden voice that came from above startled you and your head jerked up to find a swirling portal, the sight of Jongho's office on the other side and San poking his head out.

"Would you leave us alone?" Jongho huffed.

"Hey, my mistake is what got you a girlfriend." Wooyoung appeared on the other side of the portal.

"Guys, leave them alone." Yeosang showed up and pulled the two elves away. "You're only here to help her move her things."

You chuckled, amused at the banter going on.

"Do you have your stuff?" Jongho asked.

"Yes, it's all ready to go."

Inside, you had suitcases and duffel bags, along with a few boxes of items you couldn't part ways with, all of them packed and ready to be moved to their new home.

Jongho tossed them up through the portal with ease, Wooyoung and San catching each one, setting it aside in the office. A few complaints were exchanged about how the portal could've been opened a different way so things could be carried in instead of tossed up, but you learned that was, again, Wooyoung's fault.

One by one, your stuff was moved until all that was left was yourself.

"Are you ready." Jongho took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung dropped a short rope from the portal.

"Seriously, you should've opened it on the wall or something." San grumbled.

"I said I was sorry." Wooyoung whined as Jongho made his way up, joining the others.

You took hold and were pulled up through the portal and into the office you'd become so familiar with.

"You two can take her stuff to my living quarters." He told San and Wooyoung, helping you stand up. He leaned in, whispering softly in your ear, "Welcome home."

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[keopihaus]

Grab a cup of coffee and settle in—newly added: His warm hands by @yuncheoligans

His Warm Hands

Pairing: Choi San x Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst, Christmas AU, Hurt/Comfort

W/C: 2032

Rating: NC-17, mentions of cheating, depression, violence, kissing

Warnings: Shame/Shaming, Cheating, Choi San being a knight in shining armor, author not writing for a while, Wooyoung being a menace.

Networks: @cromernet, @keopihaus

Event: Cromernet Secret Santa!

a/n: Happy Christmas @armysantiny!! I was your Secret Santa! I really hope you like this one, I haven't written anything in a while so I hope it isn't terrible! (yes I am always way too hard on myself) I really wanted to make something special for you! Enjoy and I hope you have a wonderful holiday season!!! <3 <3 <3 Thank you to my wonderful beta readers @binniebeams, @heechwe, and @wooyoungqueen and big big shoutout to @pocketjoong for listening to me scream in her dms while freaking out about it.

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This couldn’t be happening.

Your keys clanged against the floor.

This isn’t real.

“Baby, it’s not what it looks like.” he reached out for you.

Your chest stung; it felt like it was on fire. It burned and burned until all of a sudden…that flame went out. No longer did it feel like it was burning, but it felt ice cold. 

Numb.

It had been 3 months, 11 days, and 21 hours since I saw my ex in bed with another woman. I could still hear her voice, hear her calling out his name, hear him, I heard it…heard it all.

“In your own bed?” San questioned as he sat down next to me on the couch. San is my best friend on the planet, and when I showed up at his door sobbing my eyes out, he didn’t ask any questions. He waited until I was ready. He’s always waited until I could talk about it. I couldn’t ask for anyone better than Choi San.

“In my bed.” I sighed as I took the coffee mug from him.

“What an asshat.” San was more upset than that but didn’t want to say it. I knew he was holding back for my sake. San was always the one I went to when things were terrible; he was the only place I felt I truly belonged, and he was always there to wipe the tears off my face.

“Yeah,” I said, still feeling numb.

“Y/n, it’s not your fault.” San held my hand.

“Then who’s is?” I argued with him. It always ended in an argument.

A week later.

“Come on, we’re not staying inside today; it’s time to get up and move.” San said firmly, holding out his hand.

“San…I don't want to.” I whined

“Nope, we’re not playing that game today.” he pulled me up. “Come on, you need sunlight.”

“Saaannn” I whined loudly but didn’t fight back.

San pulled me up and out for the day, helping me get my shoes and jacket on.

“Come on, I know you love Christmas lights, y/n” he held my arm.

That's right…it’s almost Christmas.

“Maybe not this year, San.” I looked down at my shoes as we waited to cross the street.

“Y/n. It’s okay. Come on.” he pulled me with him.

The lights were beautiful again this year. I felt my heart clench, and I loved walking around and seeing the lights and trees with him. I felt like there was this cold, empty space in my chest. I could feel it growing and growing and…my hand..it felt warm?

I looked down to see San’s hand in mine as we stood before a big lights display. I looked up, and his face had the same gentle smile that I grew to admire over time. 

“Come on, there’s a cool one over here.” San said, pulling me closer and walking softly away.

We followed the lights, the cold feeling in my chest leaving to feed my extremities as the wind whipped around us. He may not have mentioned it, but the smile was on my face as we walked around.

“Here.” he handed me a Hot Cocoa from the stand in the park nearby. “You look cold.”

“It…is kinda chilly out today,” I murmured, taking the drink to warm my hands.

He sat next to me on the bench in the quiet. His hand reached over to touch my face. Was I crying?

“Don’t cry, Darling,” San spoke softly. “He’s not worth any more of your tears.”

“I loved him, Sannie. I really did.” I whimpered, and he pulled me into his arms.

“I know you did. I know, y/n” he breathed out softly.

There was a small part of me healed that day. Seeing those lights with San it made everything feel special again.

The nightmares were the worst part. Constantly reliving it all, hearing it all, waking up in a cold sweat night after night. Night after goddamn night. Every time I woke up with San sitting on the floor next to the couch, I felt another pang of guilt in my chest.

“You don’t have to stay up for me.” I whispered to him.

“I’m not going to just let you suffer through this alone.” he rubbed my cheek. “Besides, Byeol is here too.” he picked up the lovable cat.

“Meow!” she exclaimed.

“Hi, Byeollie.” I pet the sweet cat, the tears no longer coming down my face as he put her on my chest to help with the anxiety.

“Nurse Byeol, chest compressions stat!” he said as she purred. “Or that, I guess.” he smiled.

“Thank you.” I looked at him.

“Always y/n.”

Little by little, Choi San brought me back. Little by little, he healed some part of me I didn’t know was broken. He was there through the tears and nightmares, and he was there through the pain and the good days. He was there. He was always there—a year after everything. San was there.

“You like him.” Wooyoung poked at me.

“I do not.” I waved the man off. 

“You actually do.” Seonghwa joined in from his spot on the couch. “You should see your face when he’s around.”

“Are you two going to help me set up for my Christmas Party or not?” I let out, exhausted.

“We are helping; we are just taking a break,” Wooyoung said.

“You’ve been taking a break for an hour.” I sighed. “After you broke my things, Wooyoung!

“It was an ACCIDENT!”

“I’ve got the Ornaments since Wooyoung broke them!” San announced, coming in through the front door.

“Hey, it was an accident! How was I supposed to know the box I dropped had ornaments!”

“The box said Fragile Ornaments.” Yeosang peaked from around the tree.

“Is it pick on Wooyoung day?” 

“Yes.” we all answered.

The boys helped me decorate my new place. When a vacancy opened in San’s building, I took it without a second thought and wanted to stay as close as possible.

“Ooo, Sannie look, Mistletoe.” Wooyoung teased and waved it around. “Gonna kiss me?”

“In your dreams.” San laughed at his friend.

The decorations came along, but there were only a few mishaps. Most of Wooyoung caused them. Everything was…falling into place. It felt like it was healing.

A knock at the door.

I opened it, and it felt like everything I had worked so hard for came crashing back down, like all the hard work I had put in had fallen to pieces. 

At my door was him.

“Baby, please, I’m sorry!” he pleaded as I froze.

“Go away, Yujun.” I looked away.

“I broke it off with her. I’m sorry! Please, you have to take me back.”

“Get out of here, Yujun. I mean it, I won’t ask nicely again.” I started to close the door.

“Y/n, please! Please, you have to take me back.”

“Take you back?! Do you think I’ll just forget what you did after everything? In our home?” The tears came easily. “You think you can just walk back in and say sorry like you spilt coffee on my favorite shirt? Yujun, you slept with her! We were engaged, and you slept with someone else! The worst part is how much I blamed myself for it! I would’ve taken you back if you had said sorry a month after it happened because what you did shattered every ounce of self-respect I ever had. But now this? A year later? Do you think I can just forgive and forget? Yujun?”

“Don’t be like that baby. I-”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore. You don’t get to treat me like that. Come back, bat your eyelashes, and expect me to fall for it.”

“Hey, what all the commotion.” San stepped up behind me.

“Him?! You chose him?! Over me?! Choi!” Yujun looked at San.

“Hell of a lot better than some asshat who can’t keep his zipper done.” 

I wasn’t sure how it happened, but suddenly, there were fists being thrown and things breaking. I just remember hearing the glass and feeling the tears run down my face as I begged for someone to stop. I had never seen San so angry. What did Yujun say that made him snap like that? Why am I just standing here while Seonghwa and Yeosang have to hold him back while Yujun scrambles off the floor with a bloody nose? What did he say?

“Are you okay? Did he touch you?” San said, holding my arms.

“I….” 

“Did he touch you!” San said still worked up.

“No.” I whimpered, still unsure what was happening.

“San!” Seonghwa got his attention. “You’re scaring her.”

San seemed to have calmed down a bit after that. His grip loosened up, and his breathing calmed down. 

“San?”

“He’s a bastard y/n, a real piece of shit.” San said.

“What…What just happened?” I looked at him and his split lip and eyebrow.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Please.” he cupped my face.

“Did I-?”

“No. Not at all” San cut me off. 

“Is the party ruined?”

“I could still use a drink” Wooyoung said from around the corner.

Everyone stood still, unsure of what just happened. Mingi and Jongho showed up with drinks, which was initially awkward. No one wanted to move. I needed air.

“Hey, please tell me you’re okay,” San said, following me onto the fire escape.

“I’m okay…I think.” I looked at him, hearing the music pick back up inside.

“He’s not worth any more of your tears.”

“What happened in there, San?”

“I couldn’t let him talk about you like that.”

“Like what? San, please. What made you snap like that.”

“He called you a slut. Accused us of being together, and that’s why you broke it off. y/n, look…you deserve so much better than anything that guy could ever offer you, and I’m not going to sit back and watch you get treated like that anymore; I can’t do it. You’re the most important person in my life anymore-”

“What about Wooyoung?”

“Y/n, let me finish….I can’t sit by anymore, okay? I….. I love you.” he held my hand, and that warm feeling came back, the feeling that always came with his touch.

“Like..friends?”

“No, y/n…more than friends. I hate watching you cry over someone like him when I could’ve been giving you the world instead if I had just said something sooner. I know you don’t like me, but please…know that you mean so much more to me than what that man ever thought of you.”

“Sannie.” I picked up his face. “First, you let me stay in your place for..forever, and then you helped me move on and move into my own place; now you defend my honor and confess you’ve had feelings for me this whole time?”

“I know I-” I cut him off with a kiss. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew that I had to do it. It felt right. After everything that had happened, it felt like the right thing I could do. “So..you?”

“I…I love you too, Choi San. I probably have for longer than I’d like to admit.”

“Does this mean?”

“Do you want to?” I asked him.

“Can I take you out for dinner?”

“I’d really like it if you did. I have to reward my knight in shining armor.”

“You don’t have to do anything else, Darling; please know that I just want to make you smile. You being here is more than enough.”

“Thank you, San…for everything.” I kissed his cheek.

It may not be perfect, and it may not be everything you read about in books, but it’s how we got here. It was messy and weird and maybe rushed, or perhaps it was just finally the truth that came to the surface. It was my turn to figure out what I wanted in life, and no matter what, I knew I wanted Choi San in it for the longest time I could have him. 

“Oh, would you look at that? Mistletoe.” Wooyoung laughed as he held it over our heads.

[eightmakesonebraincell]

rules & main masterlist

[#welcome]

⏳ loren, 25, she/her

i post both sfw and nsfw fics - mdni with nsfw content please. i do not take requests, but soft thoughts are always open. hard thoughts will only be answered if they are NOT on anon blank blogs without a profile picture, banner or some form of blog description (and in some instances no posts or reblogs) will be blocked taglist [now open]

⏳ sideblogs @lorensonebraincell @jeffreysleftdimple

⏳ sidekick @sorryimananti-romantic

[#loren writes - scenarios]

📜 ateez as mafia members who fall for you (ot8 x reader)

hyung & maknae line . part two bonus (mingi x reader, wooyoung x reader) mafia boyfriends (christmas special)

📜 ateez as royals who fall for you (ot8 x reader)

hyung line . maknae line

📜 ateez as pirates who fall for you (ot8 x reader)

hyung line . maknae line

[#loren writes - oneshots]

📜 the essence of youth is summers with you (poly!ot8 x reader)

teaser . full fic

📜 our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom (poly!ot8 x reader)

teaser . full fic

[#loren writes - smaus]

📜 rating bff!ateez as - twitter thread series (platonic!ot8 x reader)

alarm clocks . beds . fridges . presentations . amusement park rides . computer apps . kinks (kinktober special) . pumpkin carvings (halloween special) . sea animals (seonghwa bonus)

📜 boyfriend!ateez - fake texts (ot8 x reader)

[#loren writes - headcanons]

when you call them 'bro' when you call them by their government name when they discover you write smut when you ask them to draw you a flower when you tell them you're constipated when you rizz them up when you ask them to buy you pads when you text them 'i have a crush on you' [latest release]

📜 dogboy!yuyu (yunho x reader)

📜 loren collabs with yumi ♡

ateez as dads (ot8 x reader) ateez as brothers (ot8 x reader) ateez as boyfriends (explicit ver.) (ot8 x reader)

[#loren answers]

📦 ask prompts that are a shame to lose to the tumblr void

mafia!ateez . ceo's son!mingi . prince!jongho . baguette!yunho . spiderman!yunho . michelin chef!yeosang . fallen angels!ateez . soft mafia!ateez . friends2lovers!san . gru!seonghwa . hamster!hongjoong . texting bf!atz a pussy lineup . kisses with wooyoung . bf!ateez with shy!gf

[#loren's fic recs]

🗂️ an ongoing record of fics that tickle my one braincell (rec reblogs here)

001 . ot8 x reader | multi x reader 002 . member x reader | hyung line 003 . member x reader | maknae line 004 . scenarios | reactions | headcanons 005 . social media au | fake texts 006 . ao3 | member x reader | member x member

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last updated 04 dec 2024

[dairyminki]

please do consider reblogging my works and not just liking, thank you!

🍃 ATEEZ masterlist

legend:

[f]—fluff ♡ [a]—angst ♥︎ [m] suggestive ;    [s]—series ♡ [o]—oneshot ♥︎ [t]—timestamp ♡ [h]—headcanon ♥︎ [d]—drabble 

K I M H O N G J O O N G

♡ library dates with hongjoong — f,h

♡ forever and a lifetime (100 milestone event) — f,d

♡ tattletale (300 milestone event) — d

P A R K S E O N G H W A

♥︎ strawberry kisses — f,d

♥︎ you (100 milestone event) — f,a,d

♥︎ worth it (300 milestone event) — f,o

J E O N G Y U N H O

♡ heavy hearts, hazy minds — a,d

♡ [4:13 pm] — a,t

♡ fatality (100 milestone event) — a,d

♡ attention (100 milestone event) — d

K A N G Y E O S A N G

♥︎ [11:17 pm] — a,t

C H O I S A N

♡ ticklish toughie — f,o

♡ i dare you — f,o

♡ sleepy sannie — f,d

♡ rocky — f,a,o

♡ from the shadows — f,o

♡ wonderstruck — f,d

♡ be with you — a,o

♡ like a cat — f,d

♡ color me pretty — m,o

♡ make it up to you (300 milestone event) — f,m,d

♡ first time clubbing with boyfriend!san — f,m,h

S O N G M I N G I

♥︎ imagine with boyfriend!mingi — f,d

♥︎ pumpkin spice and everything nice — d

J U N G W O O Y O U N G

♡ haunted — o

♡ as good as dead (100 milestone event) — a,d

♡ hearts day — f,o

♡ broke your heart, i'll put it back together (300 milestone event) — f,a,o

♡ acquiescence — f,a,o

C H O I J O N G H O

♥︎ i love hue (300 milestone event) — f,o

A T E E Z

♡ 'teez the season masterlist [christmas special] — f,s

♡ inked by fate masterlist — f,a,s

♡ ateez scenarios: dad!teez (tropical boys line) — f,h

—🦋

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[hwashua-luv]

Ateez Masterlist

Key: Oneshots [OS] Fanfiction [FF] Incorrect Quotes [IQ]

NOTE: I write for mostly Female readers. But I do write for any Gender identifying readers if requested. [GN Reader, Male, Female and Etc]

All works written by me do not copy, translate or repost my works without my given consent They are published on Wattpad, Quotev Tumblr, and Instagram. (hwashua-luv or hwashua._.luv1708).

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Under the Blood Moon - [Halloween Special]

Harmonies of the Heart - [OS]

A Midnight's Fall - [Halloween Special]

Frosted Shadows - [OS]

A Night of Shadows - [Halloween Special]

The Softening Edge - [OS]

Web of Fate - [OS]

A Devil's Dance - [Halloween Special]

The Taste of Rivals - [OS]

A Stolen Moment - [OS]

A Spark in the Library - [OS]

Lured by the Tide - [Halloween Special]

My Winter Sun - [OS]

A Quiet Moment - [OS]

Punch Drunk Love - [OS]

Whispers in the Midnight Hour - [Halloween Special]

A Lesson in the Dark - [OS]

A Surprise at Sunset - [OS]

Unwritten Rules - [OS]

Echoes of a Melody - [OS]

Fate's Embrace Masterlist - [FF]

Moonlight's Call - [Halloween Special]

The Secret Garden - [OS]

Under the Stars - [OS]

Playful Secrets - [OS]

Eclipse of Fate - [Halloween Special]

A Chance to Remember - [OS]

The Verdict - [OS]

Embers of the Fallen - [Halloween Special]

A Promise Under Stars - [OS]

A Christmas Miracle - [OS]

Birthday Wishes - [OS]

Coming Soon!

Part 1 - [IQ]

Part 2 - [IQ]

Part 3 - [IQ}

Part 4 - [IQ}

Part 5 - [IQ}

Part 6 - [IQ}

Part 7 - [IQ}

Part 8 - [IQ] 18+ MDNI

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[someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae]

Intro <3 (and Masterlist below)

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ Welcome to my blog ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

✧⁠*⁠。This is a multi blog

✧⁠*⁠。Not a writer anymore :)

✧⁠*⁠。Lawb ya

✧⁠*⁠。Seeing the loves of my life on january 23 in . 2025 🤍

✧⁠*⁠。My sec acc is @p1ece-of-positivity (inactive . lol)

Hii, I´m a minor from Germany

If you want to, call me Bee 🐝

She/Her

Yeah... that girl in the profile picture is me.

am 16 yo

I'm going to SOUTH KOREA next Year!!!

I'm a night-person

My fav apps Are Pinterest, Spotify and Snapchat, but I use Tumblr and WhatsApp very often too (c.ai too lol)

I´m a Kpop Stan ^^

My ult group is Ateez

ISFJ

Active since May 2023 (I guess...)

But please don't mention

depressions

self harm

self critical being

pedo content

any fetish content

nsfw

harasm or hate

If you don't talk about these things:

-> Feel free to DM, I won´t bite ❣️ 

My fav Kpop Groups:

Ateez (OT8)

Boynextdoor (Bias: Jaehyun)

Stray Kids (Bias: Felix and Chan)

Enhypen (Bias: Niki and Heeseung)

BTS (Bias: Jungkook)

TXT (Bias: Kai & Soobin)

Oneus (no Bias)

Treasure (no bias)

Seventeen (Bias: Jun)

P1Harmony (Bias: Keeho)

Xikers (no bias)

The boyz (no bias)

iKON (Bias: Bobby)

SF9 (Bias: Taeyang and Hwiyoung)

BTOB (no bias)

ShiNEE (Bias: Minho)

Zerobaseone (Bias: Ricky)

82Major (Bias: Yechan)

Katseye (Bias: Manon)

My fav Dramas/Series are (most of them are just shows i watched and rlly liked lol):

Imitation

GAME OF THRONES

The Vampire Diaries (still watching and I'm a sucker for it)

Maxton Hall

Kingdom [Legendary war]

I'm not a robot

True Beauty

Sweet Home

I-Land

Shadowhunters

ATLA

Miraculous

One piece live action

My Holo Love

My demon

Throne of the Dragon

Mia & Me

Hazbin Hotel

Queen of Tears

My Fav Movies are:

20th century girl

Love and leashes

Pirates of the carribean

Lord of the rings/ the Hobbit

Transformers

Avengers the endgame

Elemental

Black widow

After (every movie of this series)

Five Nights at Freddy's

Three Nuts/Wishes for Cinderella (the old one, not the new)

Pompeii (the one with Kit Harington)

Parasyte

Confidental Assignment

My biggest dreams are studying in abroad when I'm done with school and seeing all my fav groups in rl

My favourite blogs are

@il0veyoujk 💕

@sunny-117 💕

@wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday 💕

@itzystopkiddingmenowloco 💕

@atzgiggle 💕

@atzupdates 💕

@jungkookslipring 💕

@teddybearmingi 💕

@liliiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 💕

@ticklishthoughts1

@daybreak-tkler 💕

@lunarleee 💕

@jiwoongiloveyouzb1blog💕

@jihyosdaughter 💕

@sugary-sweet-anon 💕

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ Masterlist ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

(done, I'll not write anymore)

How Ateez members find out/react to you being ticklish

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Wooyoung

Yeosang

Hurt/Comfort

He doesn't deserve you (Wooyoung x Reader)

Stress reliever (Seonghwa x Reader)

Tk Fictions (Idol x reader)

A game afternoon with Ateez (Ateez x Reader)

Uljima (Enhypen Niki x Jungwon x Reader)

Zombies and revenge (BTS Jungkook x Enhypen Jungwon x Stray Kids Felix x Reader)

Hanteez (it's a really long fic, not only about tickling but it has some tickle scenes,, Stray Kids Han x Ateez x Reader)

Pass along (Stray Kids x Reader)

It's okay (Ateez Seonghwa x Reader)

I'm not ticklish (Txt Yeonjun x Reader)

Stress Reliever (Ateez Seonghwa x Reader)

Under the Christmas tree (Stray Kids Bangchan x Reader)

Big, dangerous dinosaur (P1h Keeho x Reader)

(Idol x Idol)

A ticklish massage (Leeseo x Yujin)

Tickletober 2023

Day 2: Accidental (ATLA Zuko x Reader)

Christmas Oneshots

Under the Christmas Tree (Stray Kids Bangchan x Reader)

Ticklemoments posted by me (?)

DannyPhantom exe threatening tkls...

again...

Yeosang being tkld

Keeho (P1H) telling a tickle story

P1HARMONY PLAYIN' FIND THE BELLYBUTTON WAHHHH

82Major mini tk moment in a Tiktok edit

Okay that was it..

Love u all guys 🩶

[sanccharine]

update: currently working on hufflepuff!tzu, christmas!sana (which was last years fic that never saw the light HDJKSGHFK) and christmas!tzu. also an ateez oneshot but its more running in brain then on my docs rip

[heyitsmetonid]

Hey! What it do, boo? So glad you could stop by! Here is my collection of literary, art, and design works. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

*ATEEZ only*

Drabbles

💙 Am I Interrupting? | 100 words | Hongjoong & Wooyoung | Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting's prompts. From Drabble List #1, #39: "Who do we have here?"

💙 Promise? | 100 words | Wooyoung | Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting’s prompts. From Drabble List #1, #6: “If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.”

💙 Jealous, Are We? | 100 words | Mingi, Wooyoung, & Hongjoong | Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting’s prompts. From Drabble List #1, #58: “What kind of sick dream is this?”

💙 Wake Up | 100 words | Woooyoung & Yeosang | Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting’s prompts. From Drabble List #1, #14: “Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

💙 Do a Thing for a Wing | 100 words | Yeosang & San | Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting’s prompts. From Drabble List #2, #9: “I would kill for dinner right now.”

💙 Thank You, Universe | 100 words | Mingi | To sweet Mingi, the answer is simple.

💙 Choose Wisely | 100 words | Hongjoong | In matters of the heart, one must choose wisely.

  Oneshots

💙 Take Care of You | 3,813 words | During their weekly movie night, Wooyoung noticed that Olivia was a little weary. So, he decides to take care of her. That’s what any friend would do, right?

💙 wrong for loving you | 4,340 words | Hongjoong must face the consequences after he falls helplessly in love with the woman that Mingi has a crush on.

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💙 A Snowy Surprise | 2,491 words | Based on @creativepromptsforwriting's day 2 of 24 Days of Gift Giving prompts. Funny prompt #4: "Wanna hear a joke?" "Absolutely not."

Imagines/Thoughts/IDK What to Call This Section 😅

💙 My ATEEZ Compatibility | ~1,861 words | This is just a little something where I explain how compatible I believe I am with each member.

  Literary

💜 Lemons to Lemonade | ~1,800 words | Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting’s prompts (Prompt #74: "I’d rather be alone right now."); Disaster after disaster ensues and ruins Samantha's day, but a handsome neighbor quickly turns it around.

💜 Untitled Excerpt | 353 words | Two best friends stargaze on a peaceful, beautiful night. However, it is far from peaceful for one friend when one of them has so many unspoken words to say.

💜 I Was There | ~4,376 words | Based on one of @writing-prompt-s's prompts (You’re the host of a popular talk show “I Was There” where vampires come to talk about historical events they were witnesses of. One day a vampire says something truly shocking.)

💜 Mine - Part 1 | 2,555 words | Based on one of @writing-prompt-s's prompts (You, 14 years old, wake up and head to the kitchen for breakfast before school. While you're eating you see the newspaper and glance at the missing kids section. It’s you. Date missing: 10 years ago.)

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  Art

🖤 Beach Art Video | This is just a 30 second clip of what I drew in Procreate.

🖤Batthew McKnight | A cute little drawing inspired from a drawing exercise I found on YouTube.

  Design

🩷 XOXO | An iPhone 11 wallpaper I made in Procreate.

🩷 Xmas Tree | A Christmas tree iPhone 11 wallpaper I made in Procreate.

[lemonietrinket]

Cinnamon Snow ||| Seonghwa x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend hire out a cabin in the snowy woods for the winter holidays to spend some time relaxing away from the hustle of normal life.  Genre: Fluff Warning(s): Just a chaotic reader I guess Word Count: 2576 Theme Song: Home - JBJ95 AN: The first fic of the prompts made by @songi-writes. This is a mix between 1 & 2, because I found the prompts too late in the day of the 1st Dec. so oops. 

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You awoke to a bright light, and a painful chill in the air. Groaning, your hands swept across the other half of the bed to find only the blankets, stone cold. Sitting up, you lazily opened your eyes as best you could, daylight gleaming between your eyelashes and causing you to whine.

“Seong… hwa? Seongie…?” you drawled, hands coming up to your rapidly cooling face. You palm met your near-icy nose and you hummed in dissatisfaction, grimacing as you prepared for the trek downstairs.

The bare pads of your feet met the wooden floorboards that may as well have been crafted out of solid snow, and you hissed at the iciness. Grumbling, you hauled the duvets over your hunched figure, before descending the stairs like a cryptid. With you head half-covered by a fringe of a quilt and your legs embroidered with the tassels of an ancient blanket, you stumbled waywardly towards the only sounds that could be heard, echoing densely from down the hallway.

When you passed the desktop (garnished with a lace cloth that really didn’t fit the rest of the cabin’s aesthetic) halfway down the corridor, your nose, frozen by the lack of heat, was filled with a sweet, heart-melting scent. The incense of Christmas.

Cinnamon.

Speeding up your gait, you waddled straight into the kitchen, barging the door open with a padded arm and giving your boyfriend the fright of his life.

“Oh! Good morning b—what in the name of...?”

“Morning!” you greeted briefly, breathing in the warmth and instantaneously forgetting your troubles. “What’re you...?”

“Baking,” Seonghwa replied, straightening his apron as he tilted himself so he could just about catch a glimpse of your face beneath the duvet, “cinnamon rolls—have you got all of the bed covers with you?”

You bowed your body in a ‘yes’.

He grimaced slightly, eyes reflecting a level of disdain that your more chaotic antics often warranted, but his lips were being toyed with by a smile, gently tugging his expression into disdainful and amused bafflement. “Well then, since you actively chose to bring them with you this time—”

“Yeah,” you interjected, “unlike last time where you threw me—!”

“I did not throw you—!”

“Bloody yote me, you did.”

“I?! No, it—! I would still argue that you didn’t even have to bring them then either but...” You scowled defiantly, not that he could really see with the hood of your duvet slouching right down and nearly to your nose, all while he continued, “...this time you can help me put them all back.”

You sighed, exaggerated and indignant, but he just chuckled. 

“Fine,” you groaned, faking impudence, before leaning a bit closer to the bowl.

“Do you want to help?” Your boyfriend’s smile was wide, sunny and heart-warming—just like the rest of him—and so you lifted your duvet tentatively to see more of it. His smile only faltered when your head turned back to the soon-to-be-food and you got a bit too close to where he was mixing. “Yah, be careful!”

“Seong, I’m not going to get the mixture on the blankets, you’re too careful for that!” you giggled, nonetheless pulling the blankets closer to your body.

“Well, if you’re sure.” He handed you a spoon. “If you want to help though, you’re going to need to lose the blankets.”

“And freeze to death? No thanks.”

He shook his head with a laugh, placing the spoon back in its holder. “Well, you’d better go get dressed then. The heating will warm the house up soon enough. I’ve also got something to show you, but it’s outside so…”

A spark of curiosity began to glimmer in your chest. “Oh? What is it?”

“A surprise,” he answered, a small, satisfied smirk on his features, “that you won’t get to find out unless you get dressed.”

You were interested to say the least.

With a bit of jostling, you managed to slip the duvet further down from your head just enough so you could chastely press your lips to his jaw, before waddling away, back up the stairs. “Thank you! I love you so much!”

“You have until these go in the oven!” he called after you, cheeks starting to hurt from how widely he was beaming.  He could still feel the pressure of your lips against his skin, and it set more shivers up his spine than the cold ever did. 

.

.

It wasn’t long before the mix had been made, rolled and placed in the encompassed heat of the oven.

Seonghwa pressed the buttons on the timer, eyebrows furrowed, before hanging up his mitts on their hook on the back of the door.

As he opened it again, he was confronted by you, suited up in a thousand layers.

Once again, you witnessed his beautiful dark eyes widen and gorgeously curved lips part to emit a barely audible cry of surprise.  It was satisfying to see the usually calm and collected man break face for a second. And it was just visually satisfying to see him anyway I mean, look at him.

He did wonder how you’d managed to sneak up so quietly, but looking at the thick fluffy festive socks you wore (over several other pairs), he didn’t find it much of a surprise.

“Aren’t you hot?” he enquired, humoured but slightly worried.

“Of course I am Seonghwa,” you tossed your head dramatically to the side, “you wouldn’t date me otherwise.”

He barely restrained himself from face-palming. “No, I mean—”

“So you don’t think I’m hot then?” you pursed your lips, trying to cover up your teasing smirk. “Ooooh, Hwa you’re in trouble...!”

His eyes widened even more as he guffawed. “That—! That’s not what I meant, you—!”

“I know, I know, relax,” you waved your gloved hand, “and no I’m not, because the heating still isn’t on.”

He frowned, puzzled, and stepped around your marshmallow-like pile of coats and into the corridor. Instantly, he was met with an iciness that the kitchen’s oven hadn’t managed to permeate. 

“Oh.”

The landlord had promised that the cabin’s heating was fine and fully serviced when you decided to rent it out that winter holiday.

You caught onto Seonghwa’s distaste. “Yeah, I know, they lied. The little—”

“Do you mind—”

“No I do not.”

“—lighting a fire?”

“Oh, sure.”

You headed off, along the dingy corridor and into one of the rooms on the left.

Seonghwa suddenly became rather afraid that said-room wasn’t the living room with the hearth.

“Lighting a fire in the fireplace, I mean!” he shouted after you. He turned his back to turn off the kitchen light, and prayed that the movement he saw out of the corner of his eyes was just his imagination, and not you heading out of a room and into another.

He exhaled. Even if you had some chaotic tendencies, and caused him no end of trouble, he wouldn’t trade you for the world.

.

.

Eventually, a fire was lit, and Seonghwa had put on a few more layers. 

After strapping up his coat—chic as per usual—he began to unlock the door, while you sat on the stairs, trying to do up your boots.

“Ready to go, little marshmallow?” he threw over his shoulder, not really looking at you, who currently was caught in a predicament.

And this was something in your favour, as it likely saved you no end of shame.

You, at that moment, were straining with your arms outstretched, desperately trying to reach your laces for long enough so you could tie them. You no doubt looked like an upturned beetle, trying to roll itself back onto its legs.

“Not really,” you huffed, falling back and catching a breath. You could just about reach it, but it was hard work, and it hurt a little bit.

You didn’t like the way Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at that moment.

It was that teasing glint, that mischievous glimmer.

“Aww, can my little marshmallow not quite reach her own little feet?” he cooed. 

You told him to shut up, but it only made it worse. 

“Awww, does she need some help from her lovely, handsome boyfriend to do her little laces?”

It was at that moment you vowed you would avenge your pride.

And you had the perfect plan. 

Through his teasing, your boyfriend did still do up your boots for you, even if you turned your head as he requested a kiss as a thank you.

Instead you slipped past him and beckoned him through the front door.

“You won’t give me a thank you kiss?” he said, pouting.

“Show me this surprise and I may reconsider.”

“Meanie.”

“Love you too babe!”  And you darted out of the doorway and into the cold.

With a sigh, and a laugh, he shook his head and followed after you, into the depths of the winter cold.

.

.

Seonghwa knew he probably should have been looking at the scenery around him, with its trees draped with cascades of white like wedding veils, the tiny robins flitting every now and again between the shallows and summits of the snowy drifts.

But he was instead staring at you, your own eyes entrained on the tiny snowflakes that melted in your gloved palm. Delicate and silent, their minuscule crystals faded into nothing, and you poked at the tiny dabs of water that they left behind, entranced.

This wasn’t what he wanted to show you, but if you were in awe at snowflakes, he knew you would find the next part absolutely astonishing.

“Seongie, are you staring at me again?” you asked, a mischievous tone to your voice.

“How could I not?” he responded.

You curled your lip at his answer, looking up and shaking your head. “Ew.”

“Ew?”

“Yeah, ew.”

“Me?

“Yeah, you.”

He put his hands on his hips, sending you a look that you had dubbed his Mum Stare. “Now listen here Y/N, you should remember that you are beautiful enough to distract your boyfriend from many things, and—”

“Including the path?”

“Yes, including the path, but luckily you haven’t quite distracted me from that just...” he took a glance at his surroundings for reassurance, only to find the fence he’d been following as guidance was nowhere to be found, “...yet.”

You stopped. “We’re lost aren’t we.”

He followed suite, but was laughing anxiously. “We’re not lost don’t worry! I know exactly where we are.”

“Where?”

“Well,” his eyes scoured the trees around him, desperate to pick up a sign, “we are... in a forest. Yes. I know that much.”

You arched your eyebrow. “Oh no.”

“Look, it’s fine, we’ll just retrace our steps and—”

Suddenly, you jerked up a hand and pointed over his shoulder. “Oh Seonghwa, look!”

He spun on his heel, and felt relief wash over him like the waters of a hot shower.  Through a gap in the trees, not too far away, an abnormally large sheet of azure climbed up into the obscurity of the treetops. At its feet, a pool of deeper blue, and, leading down the hill to it, a path that cut a rune in the snow.

“Oh, there it is.”

“Is that the...?” Your laugh puffed a cloud of silver that dissipated as you suddenly took off into a jog. “Come on, let’s go!”

He took off after you, trying to encourage you to be careful and watch your step but it was no use, you were already bounding down the steep hill, disappearing into the frosted bracken.

As you came up to the opening of the trees, your eyes glistened.

You came to the bank of a solid lake, reflecting shields of light from the sun hidden behind the clouds. And, at its furthest point, descending from the broken plateau above, was a huge waterfall, frozen in time by winter’s hands.

“Oh, Seonghwa…!” you whispered, feeling him make the final steps to reach your side. 

Gazing at the sheet of blue, even he was stunned.  It was taller than he’d expected, and seemed to trap the smallest glimmers of light in its frozen surface, a jagged cloth of illuminated night sky.

You leant your body into his, resting your head against his shoulder, admiring the spectacle through clouded breath.

“It’s so beautiful...”

“I thought you might like it,” he grinned, bringing an arm around your back to pull you in closer. 

“Like it?” you glanced up at him, “I love it! Thank you so much for bringing me here, I’m sorry it took me so long to get out of the house...”

“You know I don’t mind. And that I wouldn’t want you any less difficult.” He pressed a kiss to your exposed temple, before drawing the hem of your bobble hat to cover your bare skin.

You didn’t push off his fussing this time round however, and fulfilled your promise from earlier, standing on tiptoe as best you could in clunky boots and gave him a proper kiss.

“There,” you said, about to continue, but you found yourself at a loss for words. His blushed cheeks and nose, with his determined stare and delighted smile, all made him appear like a snow prince. His beauty had snatched your voice away.

“Y/N, you better not be staring at me again,” he mimicked, smirking at you.

“Oh shush! Just... go get a photo of the ice-fall, go on!” You ushered him away, closer to the lakeside.

He obeyed happily, drawing his phone from his inside pocket, and striding through the thicker snow with ease, off to get a better view.

Though he didn’t stride fast enough, and he’d taken the bait oh so nicely.

As soon as his back was turned, you scooped up a bundle of snow, as much as you could carry, and chased after him.

The only piece of warning he got was the sound of a flurry of footsteps passing through the snow. 

Within seconds, you’d thrown the snow in his hood, and pulled it over his head.

He shrieked, halting in his steps with hands flying to his head to brush off as much of the cold as he could manage.

You attempted to make your escape, turning in the snow and trying to make your way back up the hill.

Only that Seonghwa was much faster than you, and somehow was able to catch you.

Snaking his hands around you waist he pulled you back, but the momentum of your run and his tug collided and knocked the two of you into the snow in a chorus of laughter.

“Nice try, little marshmallow!” he cried, scooping some snow onto your face.

“Hey!”

He chuckled, swooping in to kiss you once again, but you caught his face with your hands. He tried to wriggle free but you held him still.

“There is no escape!” you declared, smushing his cheeks.

“Even if I ask really nicely?” He mumbled through his pursed lips.

You brushed your nose against his tauntingly. “Try it!”

“Pretty please?” He bat his eyelashes, pulling the best puppy-dog eyes he could.

You didn’t even hesitate.

Both your lips may have been cold, bitten by the air, and you may have been shivering in the cradle of the snow, but his kiss set your skin on fire no less.

This winter would never be the most peaceful of them all, not when you ran rampant. However, that was the best part of every season, to him, and he wouldn’t change you for the world.

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AN: I struggled to end it but here we are! The following oneshots will likely not be this long, because I don’t quite have as much time :(( but I look orward to writing them nonetheless. Thanks for reading!

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(edited 22/01/2020)

[deja-vux]

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

A/N: Sorry that this is 4 days late things at work got very hectic but as promised here is our Dad!Ateez Christmas pic. I hope you enjoy :) Warnings: Mentions of water breaking/labor, other that pure fluff Word Count: 1.8k+ KPOP Masterlist

        The fireplace crackled embrace the cold living in warmth as the flames grew from a small simmer to a small open flame escaping in smoke through the chimney. Surrounding its embrace was Mingi who sat on the floor with his back against the couch as he held Y/N in his arms, his head resting on her shoulder as they watched Sarang play with their dog Saja as they waited for midnight to strike to exchange gifts. Y/N relaxed in Mingi’s touch as he absent-mindedly rubbed her swollen stomach. Any day now their little ones would be due and two new additions would be added to the family. Despite having already welcomed a new addition to the family before with Sarang 3 years ago he was just as excited to welcome their little boys. “You’re staring again,” Mingi heard, causing him to turn to his wife as he laced their fingers delicately, spinning the gold band on her ring finger.

“Oh shush,” he returned attempting to hide the creeping blush on his cheeks by hiding his face in the crook of her neck, “I just can’t get over the fact that this is my life. I never thought I’d be one to settle down and have kids and yet I wouldn’t change any of it. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat,” he mumbled against her skin.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way either,” Y/N agreed, a warm smile spreading across her face.

       Mingi lifted his head to look up at her and a child-like wonder lit up in his eyes making her heart go soft at the sight. She lightly pecked his lips before leaning her forehead against his. He smiled all giddy before fully pressing his lips against hers. The pair smiled against the kiss before pulling away as Sarang ran over with Saja running close behind.  Mingi turned his attention towards his daughter before asking if everything was alright. “Can we make popcorn to snack on please?” Sarang asked, making her undeniable puppy eyes that confirmed she was Mingi’s daughter. Y/N nodded before asking Mingi to help her up. “No, stay here I’ll help her love,” Mingi responded, yet no matter how much he insisted she assured him everything would be alright. He carefully got up before helping her up with the help of Saja and Sarang before she ran to the kitchen. The two parents couldn’t help but chuckle at the combination of scattering paws and feet against the hardwood floor as they raced to the kitchen. Before disappearing into the kitchen Y/N asked Mingi to bring out the gifts to place under the tree. He happily obliged the two going separate ways.

       As she reached the kitchen she watched as Sarang had already pulled out the popcorn kernels and her step stool to watch and was currently looking for the perfect pot. “Mommy can we make the sweet popcorn?” she asked, bringing the pot to the counter. Y/N agreed, reaching for the sugar before meeting Sarang in front of the stove. Y/N placed the pot on the burner before turning it on and letting it heat up. Sarang watched with excitement as Y/N added the kernels to the burning oil with anticipation of the first pop. As soon as they did she carefully poured sugar into a mug with the help of her mom before pouring it into the pot mixing it with the fully cooked kernels. Turning the burner off  Y/N directed Sarang to the dining table as she grabbed a bowl to transfer the sweet treat. It wasn’t till she reached for the bowl that she felt a trickle down her leg. At first, she mentally cursed herself thinking it was the babies pushing against her bladder again. She was about to call Mingi over when she felt a contraction causing her to grip onto the counter as she groaned softly. “Mingi?!” she managed to muster out.

“Yes my love?” he responded sweetly, bringing out the last of the presents.

“Call Yunho and grab the bag from the nursery please,” she choked out just before another contraction hit.

       Mingi stopped dead in his tracks wondering if he had heard her correctly it wasn’t until he heard her groan a “Now please!” that he dropped the gifts in his hand before scurrying to grab his phone. “On it right. Just start your breathing exercises. Sarang, get your shoes and coat on please!” he said, jumbling the car keys, hospital bag, and phone in his hand as he attempted to get Saja into the backyard. As if it'd been the first time all over again he went over the checklist in his mind multiple times running back and forth as he spurted random facts at Y/N that he had read in parenting books like timing contractions. Despite the pain, she was feeling she couldn’t help but giggle at her husband running back and forth in and out the house as he loaded their things and Sarang in the car and Yunho told him to relax over the phone causing Mingi to go into breathing exercises of his own. As soon as he finished he went back to help Y/N into the car. It didn’t take long for them to reach both of their destinations and by the time they got to the hospital, Y/N was taken immediately to the delivery room.

       Only a few hours had passed since they heard the first cries of their two little boys. Mingi placed a gentle kiss on Y/N’s forehead despite her whines not to. Although she thought she looked gross and worn out after hours of labor he thought she looked like a goddess glowing in the essence of motherhood.  The pair smiled as they were each instructed how to initiate the first skin-to-skin contact as they were eventually handed each a newborn. Mingi felt the stress leave his body as he watched the infant fall into a lull state in his arms. His heart was now feeling more full than he ever thought possible. He sat next to Y/N handing her the boy in his arms as they switched so she could feed both of the newborns. “You know we have yet to think of any names,” Mingi reminded. Y/N nodded as she pondered what to name the new additions. She then taught back to when Sarang had suggested the names for them after reading a story in her class. “How about Minjun and Seojun? Sarang suggested those awhile back,” she suggested turning to Mingi.

“Minjun and Seojun, hmm… I like it, Minjun and Seojun,” he said smiling warmly at the twins, “You know this isn’t exactly where I thought we’d be spending our Christmas,” he chuckled.

“Neither did I but I don’t plan on changing it one bit,” she smiled, “Well actually there is one thing missing here,” she said referring to their firstborn.

“Oh don’t I was on that the moment these two were born,” as soon as he finished there was a knock on the door, “That must be them. Come in,” he spoke up.

       The door opened revealing Yunho with Sarang and his daughter Yuri in tow. The trio greeted the pair before the two young girls peered curiously over the edge of the bed quietly. “Do you wanna meet your new brothers?” Y/N asks quietly. Sarang nodded softly slowly making her way towards her mom as Mingi stood from his chair letting her take a seat before carefully handing the little one over to help her hold him. “This is Seojun and the one in mommy’s arms is Minjun,” Mingi introduces the trio. He watched as Sarang’s eyes lit up with joy at the sound of her suggested names along with an infectious toothy smile. Yunho then suddenly leaned down towards Yuri pulling his attention away from the family and crouching down as she whispered shyly in his ear. Yunho simply nodded as she scurried over towards the bag he had set down on the visitor bench pulling out a gift bag. Y/N watched curiously as she ran back towards the other side of the bed free of people quietly handing her the bag. Y/N thanked her as she ran back to cling to her father’s side gripping onto his hand as she observed her reaction to opening it. Inside tucked away neatly were 2 little teddy bears with blankets attached to them. Y/N felt her heart swell with joy as she pulled them out, “Thank you so much they’re perfect,” she said with a warm smile causing Yuri to look up at her father with a toothy grin similar to Sarang’s, “Do you want to hold one of your cousins too? Maybe your dad can help you out,” Y/N offered. Yuri looked up at Yunho for permission and as he nodded she simultaneously turned to nod back at Y/N.

       She then followed her father’s instructions taking a seat on the bench as Yunho gently took Minjun from Y/N’s arms walking over to Yuri. Just like Mingi had with Sarang he gently placed the sleeping child in her arms helping her keep a hold of him. Seeing the little one stir while soundly asleep sparked an idea in Yuri’s mind as she looked up at her father. “Can I have a little brother too?” she asked innocently, causing the others to chuckle as Yunho’s doe-eyed expression revealed he was taken by surprise. Yunho cleared his throat before answering calmly, “As much as I'd love to have another little one running around the house, this isn’t a decision we can make between just the two of us. We have to ask your mom too.” Yuri nodded softly, turning her attention back to her little cousin who had begun to hold her finger. After a while, both dads took each twin back, laying them gently in their cot as Sarang returned to the bag on the bench fishing through it before pulling out a folded piece of paper running over to show it to her mom. “Here you go me and Yuri made this since the doctor’s doesn’t have decorations like our house and Uncle Yunho says you have to stay here for a few days,” she explained. On one side was a drawing of a Christmas tree like the one in her house while the other side was a drawing of their family back at home her uncles and cousins included. Y/N smiled warmly, carefully brushing some hair out of Sarang’s face before kissing her forehead. “It’s absolutely perfect. I can't wait to hang it,” she smiled as Sarang hugged her.

“We also brought cookies for you that Santa left,” Sarang said, running back to the bag fishing them out with Yuri’s help, the three parents laughing at their eagerness.

       Although a hospital room was the last place the Song family thought they'd be spending their Christmas, it was one that they'd never forget.

Taglist: @a-soft-hornytiny​ @little-precious-baby​ @yeosangmystar​ @seojonneh​ @perfectlysane24​​

[stayteezdreams]

Eggnog Confession

Plot: While at a Christmas party, San drinks a little too much spiked Eggnog. Now he can't keep his thoughts, or secrets to himself.

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking/alcohol. Drunk!San. Drunk!Confession. Embarrassed San. "Spiked" Drink in reference to the eggnog being alcoholic without San's knowledge.

Words: 2.8k

You grunted in frustration as you finally got to your apartment door. Your arm and shoulder was aching as San was leaning on you with nearly his full weight. He hummed Christmas songs under his breath as you pulled your key from your bag and unlocked your door.

At first you had every intention of taking him back to his dorm, but your place was closer, and you were already tired. Not just from the Christmas party, but the event in itself of taking care of a drunk San.

You wish you had learned he had drank so much eggnog earlier than you did. By the time you found him he was long-gone. After some pleading from the others who wished to stay at the party a little longer, you ended up being the one to take him home.

"Okay, come on."

San groaned as he drug his feet alongside you. As he mumbled something unintelligible, you frowned.

"What?"

Lifting his head, his hot breath fanned your ear as he spoke again. "You're so beautiful. You're always so beautiful."

You felt your heart rate spike at his words as you swallowed nervously. Shaking your head softly you led him to the couch and plopped him down.

He's drunk, his words don't mean anything.

"I'm gonna get you some water okay?"

He nodded as he grinned lazily, his eyes mostly shut and his face flushed pink. God how you wished you found him annoying rather than cute.

Bringing him back a glass of water, he reached out and cupped his hands around yours, keeping you from letting go of the glass as he drank from it. As you tried to remove your hands he whined, making you let out a soft chuckle.

"I'm not trying to take it, I just want my hands back."

"No. I want them."

"You want my hands?"

He nodded stiffly. "They're so soft."

Ignoring the way your stomach swirled, you let out a soft sigh.

He really just says whatever comes to mind doesn't he?

"You can have them later, but for now I need them."

He paused as he stared at you blankly, after blinking slowly, he nodded softly and let go.

After helping him take off his shoes and getting him a blanket you tried to get him to lie down, with much difficulty.

Kneeling on your knees by the couch you placed the blanket over him. "You'll feel better after you sleep."

"But I don't want to sleep, I want to stay with you!"

He probably doesn't even know who he's talking to at this point.

"We can talk in the morning."

"But that's so far away."

As he pouted, you couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped. Suddenly San leaned forward, his face mere inches from yours. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him in surprise.

"So pretty." He mumbled as he grinned crookedly at you, his eyes grazing across your features.

You swallowed stiffly as you gently pushed him to lie back against the couch.

If you knew you'd have to deal with this, you probably wouldn't have taken him home yourself. You already struggled with your feelings for San on a day-to-day basis. Now, hearing him say things to you you would die to hear, and knowing his drunken words probably aren't meant for you, only made your chest ache.

Seeing that San had settled down, you assumed he was finally giving in to sleep. You patted his knee softly as you began to rise.

"Would you date me?"

You froze as you looked back at him, startled by his widened and intense gaze. For a moment it appeared as though he was sober, but you knew better.

"What?"

"Would I make a good boyfriend?"

Your chest tightened as you softly nodded, your voice soft. "Yes, you would."

"So then why wont you date me?"

His voice was soft, and his gaze sad as he appeared almost heart-broken.

Who does he think I am? Is there some unrequited love he never told me about?

Your heart clenched at the thought of him loving someone like that. Of him aching about their rejection even when drunk. Were they always on his mind like this?

You smiled sadly down at him. "You haven't asked me."

San stared at you in silence for a moment before he muttered out a soft "Oh."

Before you could process it, he jumped forward, grabbing you by your wrist and dragged you down onto his lap.

Your widened eyes stared into his tired yet determined ones. You attempted to stand up, so you weren't sitting on him but he held you down.

"Will you go out with me?"

The tightness in your chest only worsened as you let out a soft shaky sigh. How long had you been imagining him asking you that? Only to hear him mutter it in drunken heartbreak at the thought of someone else.

What if the person he's thinking of heard him now? What if they were in your place instead? Would they reject him again? Or would they realize their mistake and accept him?

You smiled sadly at him as he continued to stare at you. "I'm not who you think I am San. These words aren't meant for me."

Even in San's drunken haze, he could sense the sadness in your words. His eyes focused on your face, on your features he knew so well.

Releasing one of your arms, he reached up and gently touched your face. His confusion only grew.

He frowned as he shook his head softly in confusion. "Aren't you Y/n?"

Feeling as though your heart stopped, you swallowed nervously.

"What?" He stared at you, confusion still present on his face. "What if I'm not Y/n?"

He frowned as he leaned away from you, blinking as if he was trying to make out who you really were.

"If you're not-" Suddenly releasing his grip he shook his head, "-then I'm not interested."

You almost let out a bewildered laugh. Had those words, those heart-broken eyes really been meant for you all along?

Standing up, you stared down at him as he crossed his arms and looked away from you like an upset toddler.

"Would- would you only be interested in dating me if I was Y/n?"

Nodding his head confidently your heart felt as though it was about to pop out of your chest. Are these his genuine feelings? Or just drunken thoughts he doesn't truly mean?

"I only want Y/n."

You stared down at San as he stared off into space, his voice was blunt, but still slurred.

"I want to take them on dates and hold their hand, and kiss them. I want to hug them whenever I want too, and sleep beside them."

He let out a sad sigh as you stared at him in stunned awe. He closed his eyes as he started to feel sleep take over his body.

"But Y/n doesn't want me."

You felt your stomach knot at his words. Why did he think that? You thought your feelings were obvious, at least that's what the other's had told you before. He spoke as if you had rejected him, but you never recalled a moment like that.

"Y/n deserves better than me, but I hate the idea of them being with anyone else. It has to be. It can only be me."

"I think you're wrong San."

"Hmm?"

He turned his head towards your voice, but failed to open his eyes.

"I think Y/n likes you very much."

You saw a smile tug at his lips, "Really?"

You nodded, knowing he couldn't see you. "Really."

The small smile on his face slowly faded as he drifted into a deep sleep. You watched him for a while, unable to move from your spot as your brain seemed to spin.

He hasn't gotten this drunk in a long time, you doubted he would remember anything he said tonight.

Maybe that was for the best.

If his feelings were as he said, he would be embarrassed that this was how you found out. If they weren't as he said, you would both be embarrassed, and you would be heartbroken.

As you placed another blanket over him before heading to bed, you decided not to tell San about what happened tonight. If he remembered on his own, things will go from there. But the fear that the feelings he expressed weren't true, made your chest ache. So for now, you wanted to believe them, just for a little while.

When San woke the next morning his head ached as his vision swam. He groaned as he slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings. It took him a moment to recognize where he was. When he spotted your familiar slippers by the door, it became clear that you had rescued him from himself at the party.

Hearing some noise behind him, he turned around, seeing you in the kitchen. Slowly, he rose from the couch, trying not to lose his balance as he made his way to the kitchen. His eyes grazed over your pajama-clad figure and he felt butterflies in his stomach. Oh how he would love to see this every morning.

San's groggy voice startled you as you turned to see him standing in the kitchen entrance. His hair was a mess and his face puffy from the previous nights escapades.

The memory of what happened the previous night rushed through your brain and you pushed it away as you smiled at him in pity.

"Morning. Coffee?"

He nodded softly, the movement hurting as he sat at the kitchen counter.

"I didn't give you too much trouble did I?"

You felt your stomach sink for a second as his words proved you had been correct. He did not remember what happened. Though, he hadn't been awake very long, memories could still surface.

You shook your head. "It was hard getting you anywhere, but besides that, no."

He smiled softly, light embarrassment on his features. "I don't even remember drinking that much." He frowned as he stared down at the coffee you handed him.

You let out a soft scoff and he looked up at you.

"You know all that eggnog you were shooting back?" He nodded his head and you smiled, "That was spiked eggnog."

"Sp-spiked?!" His own voice made him wince from the volume before he let out a soft sigh, "You mean there was alcohol in that?"

You nodded, "A lot. You really couldn't tell?"

He shook his head with an embarrassed chuckle. "I had never had eggnog before, so I thought it just tasted like that."

You chuckled as you shook your head, handing him some medicine for his hangover, "Well, now you know better."

He smiled at you as he took the medicine. "Thank you."

San watched you closely as you turned away from him, you had avoided eye contact with him most of the time you were talking. Did something happen last night you weren't telling him about?

"So, I didn't embarrass myself or anything?"

He saw you freeze for a split-second, something he wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been watching you so closely.

You shook your head and chuckled, "Nothing more than usual."

He smiled as he nodded his head, not believing you.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?"

You shook your head, '"No, go ahead."

As San took a shower, he tried to focus on his memories from last night. He remembered playing darts, and then sitting with the guys. Then he remembered you helping him leave the party.

He groaned as he rubbed his face, trying to remember more.

When you got to your apartment, you set him on the couch, he felt his heart spike a little as he recalled...flirting? No, complimenting. He called you beautiful. Was that enough to make you feel awkward around him?

He shook his head, no it had to be more. As he focused, little pieces came back to him and he felt his chest tightening.

He remembered asking you out, pulling you into his lap, and...confessing his feelings.

He pressed his face against the shower wall as he cursed himself.

He frowned as he recalled you not thinking he was talking about you. You thought he was talking about someone else. Do you still think that? Is that why you avoided it?

Embarrassment and panic kept him in the shower longer than usual, he only got out once the water turned cold.

After dressing, he slowly walked out, finding you cooking breakfast in the kitchen. He watched you for a moment as his memories came back clearer and clearer by the second.

Maybe you hadn't told him about what happened to save-face, his to be precise. You would never want to embarrass him. Turning at the sound of his foot steps, you smiled at him and he felt his heart skip.

You ate breakfast in relative silence. He hoped you thought it was because of his hangover that he was being so silent.

As San helped you clear up the plates, you felt his eyes burning into you and you began to grow nervous. Slowly looking over at him you saw his eyes dart away from you in surprise when he got caught.

You swallowed nervously before you began to leave the kitchen, "I'm gonna go get dressed."

"Wait!"

You stopped as San suddenly called out. Turning back to him you saw various emotions cross his face as he tried to think of what to say.

"I- I'm sorry."

From the caution and embarrassment clear on his face, you understood what was happening.

You let out a soft breath. "You remember don't you?"

He nodded softly and you smiled, though your chest was tight. "It's okay San, I know you were just drunk, don't worry about it."

As you turned to walk away he frowned before quickly following after you. Reaching out, he grabbed your wrist, making you turn back in surprise.

"That's not- I-" He closed his eyes tightly as he let out a sigh. "I'm not apologizing for the things I said. I'm apologizing for saying them when I was drunk."

You stared at him for a moment as you tried to process his words.

Pulling you to face him fully, he took your hands in his. "I meant them. Everything I said was true. I just- I wish I hadn't said them when I was drunk. I wish I had the strength to have said them sooner, and when I was sober." He let out a chuckle.

"So...it wasn't just drunk nonsense?"

He shook his head and your breath caught in your throat.

"Oh."

"This isn't how I wanted to do this." He squeezed your hand a little, "But at least it's done. I was afraid I might never say something. It's okay if you don't want to say anything, or just leave it at this, I don't need you to reply, I'm just glad you finally know how I feel."

Slowly, he let go of your hands, and you recalled what he said last night.

"You were wrong."

San looked at you with a furrowed brow, "What?"

"Last night, there was something you said that wasn't true."

"What?"

"You said I didn't like you. You said I didn't want you. You were wrong. Don't you remember I told you you were wrong, and that I like you-"

"-very much."

You nodded softly as a shy smile formed on your face. "I'm sorry you thought different."

A grin spread across his features as he shook his head, "Don't be sorry."

As you stared at each other for a moment, you both started to giggle, unable to keep your faces straight, and giddiness hidden.

Suddenly San pulled you into a hug as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. He spoke softly into your ear and you felt goosebumps rise up your arms.

"Does this mean I can finally hold you?"

You chuckled softly as you nodded, "Yes."

He let out a happy chuckle as he buried his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him just as tightly as you held each other for a moment.

"What now?" You asked after a moment.

San hummed before he got an idea. Pulling away enough to look in your eyes he grinned happily.

"Wanna go on a date?"

"A date?" You laughed and he nodded fervently.

You nodded in return. "Yeah, I do."

Pulling you into his arms again he grinned happily as he slowly walked you backwards towards your room.

"Then get ready, let's go."

"Now?"

"Now!"

"What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know yet, but we'll think of something."

Laughing, you pulled away from him to hurry to get ready, excitement and joy radiating between the two of you as thoughts of drunken confessions and unrequited love were left behind.

xx End xx

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true feelings series: “last christmas” [ateez: wooyoung]

genre: angst + fluff (WARNING: mentions of terminal illness]

ficstyle: bulletpoints + series  [HONGJOONG] [YUNHO] [SEONGHWA] [WOOYOUNG]

prompt: you didn’t want to tell wooyoung about your illness, so you wanted to give him one last happy memory of you two together

note: intentional lowercases / SORRY I AM NOT GOING TO WRITE FOR REQUESTS ANYMORE, I HOPE THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND AND THAT YOU WILL STILL READ MY WORKS WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS DEPRESSING WRITER’S BLOCK 

you smiled from the couch you were bundled up on as you watched wooyoung laced the lights around the trees 

“wooyoung, why don’t you take a break? I made you hot cocoa..” 

he immediately drops everything and dashes over to cuddle with you

“what would I do without you?” he asks as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck 

you were smiling but you were hurting inside

the real question is what would you do without wooyoung?

you met him one year ago on christmas eve 

you were walking out the hospital, you had just got word that you had only one year and a couple months left to live 

you tried not to look so sad but the tears just wouldn’t stop 

an adorable penguin mascot jumped in front of you and started to dance

you couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden performance 

“there you go, you shouldn’t be so sad on christmas eve!” 

you nodded as you tried to wipe your tears away

“hold on one second, I gotta be return this suit and I’ll meet you back here in a few, okay?”

you could trust this person, right?

nothing bad would happen to you since you were in the middle of the hospital plaza so you nodded once more and waited for the anonymous mascot wearer 

“hey!” 

you turned to see a handsome young guy jogging towards you, “I’m off work now.. you seem a little better..”

surely he was mistaking you for someone else, “um I think you’ve got the wrong person..”

he started dancing similarly to the penguin mascot, “remember me now?”

you chuckled out soft white puffs of clouds

“yeah..”

“I didn’t think that you were gonna wait for me.. you know, I’m a stranger after all..” the guy ruffled the hair on the back of his head

he seemed shy all of a sudden 

“well.. what do you want with me?” you didn’t mean to sound so curt but your mind was running through places that would only happen in movies 

“um.. I noticed you walking into the hospital and you know.. I’m out here dancing for 5 hours in this penguin suit so I saw you walking back out... and I saw you crying..”

“there are so many people walking in and out of the hospital... how did you even notice me?”

“who wouldn’t notice someone as beautiful as you?”

you turned down at your hands to hide your blushing face

you would blame the cold weather for your redden face if he asked 

“is everything alright?” the guy bent down to try to catch your eyes 

“I.. um.. I visited someone very close to me here at the hospital.. and there was some bad news.. and I don’t have much time with them..” 

you blurted out a lie but there’s no harm in lying to a stranger, you thought 

“how much time do they have left?” the guy made himself comfortable next to you; not too close, not too far

“a little over a year...”

“well you should make the time you have left with them worth remembering.. memories are everything.. now~”

he got up from his seat and held his hand out

“let’s go bring that frown upside down!”

you were reluctant to take his hand, “I don’t even know you..”

“but would you like to? I would like to get to know you.. if you gave me the chance..”

maybe you should give him a chance, you should be spontaneous and spend your time doing the things you’ve always wanted to do 

“I don’t see why not,” you smiled as you took his hand

he wrapped your arm to link it into his, “i’m wooyoung.. sorry for the late introduction, princess”

“and i’m y/n...” 

you spend a magical night with him 

and after that night, you spent that week with him 

and after that week, you spent that month with him

and that month became months 

and now here we are, a full circle back to this night

christmas eve 

and wooyoung still didn’t know about your illness 

you hid it as much as you could 

you built lies upon lies until it was so thick that you couldn’t shoulder the burden anymore 

but you had to 

for wooyoung 

“remember the day we met for the first time?” wooyoung asked after taking a sip of his hot cocoa

you ran your fingers through his hair

“of course I do.. you were my knight in shining penguin suit..” you smiled trying to suppress a cough

“I was the handsomest penguin but hey, I got you something! hold on one sec, kay?”

wooyoung dashed upstairs

you took that time to cough into your handkerchief; blood stained it 

you quickly shoved it into your pocket when you heard him coming back 

“heard you coughing, are you okay?”

“yeah, I just choked on some hot cocoa..”

“just making sure you’re okay.. I don’t know about you but I want to you to open your present right now instead of tomorrow morning..”

you’re gonna miss his impatience 

“sure, whatever you want..”

wooyoung gently placed the beautifully wrapped gift on your lap 

you’re gonna miss his attention to detail

he was always into arts and crafts 

you took your time to open it 

you wanted to savor every moment you had with him 

tears started to form, threatening to spill from your eyes

“I thought you’d like it..” wooyoung smiled widely and he couldn’t stop smiling 

it was a fairly large snow globe; inside were you and wooyoung building a snowman version of the exact replica of the penguin mascot wooyoung wore when you first met him

there were other small details and objects that were either the inside jokes that you two shared and your favorite things

(the song that played was a music box version of your favorite song aurora by ateez)

“I absolutely love it..” you were speechless and those were the only other words other than “thank you” and “I love you”

wooyoung pulled you into a side hug and kissed your head, “merry christmas, princess”

“merry christmas, wooyoung..”

“now, where’s my gift,” he burst out into aegyo which caused you to cringe 

“you can open it tomorrow~”

“what?! you know I can’t wait that long..”

you held both of his hands and placed them on your cheeks, “please?”

wooyoung rolled his eyes and pulled you close so that your face was hidden in the crook of his neck, “sure, sure, I guess..”

wooyoung loved the holidays; he wanted to be in charge of everything from cooking to decorations 

so when he was cooking, you took this time to relieve yourself from a year worth of burden into a letter 

you placed the letter in between the ribbon that held the present you got him together 

after dinner, you and wooyoung cozied up next to the christmas tree as you two watched the snow fall layers upon layers 

you pretended that everything was okay up until wooyoung brought up a sensitive subject, “so how’s your cousin doing? are you going to see them this christmas? since it’s their last?” 

he was drawing circles on the small of your back as you tried to slow your heartbeat down

you bit the inside of your cheeks before answering, “no.. they’re.. spending their last christmas in paris... “

“christmas in paris.. that sounds like something on my bucketlist..” you felt wooyoung’s smile through his words 

“that does sound amazing..”

“we should do it!”

your heart felt like someone wrung it like a towel, “what, christmas in paris?”

wooyoung nodded as his head shifted into the sofa; he was falling asleep

“I would love to go to paris for christmas with you..” you murmured

“I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you.. but I can’t..” you whispered even more quietly 

you waited until you could hear him snore before you slipped away from his grasp 

you kissed him one last time, trying to hold your tears back and trying to keep as quiet as you could 

you had your go bag in your car; you decided to fly off to a quiet medical facility where you could spend the last few months that you had without worrying anyone 

and hopefully the doctors can learn something from your illness so that no one else can go through the pain that you experienced

that night, wooyoung had a dream

you two were in paris for christmas 

you two indulged yourselves in good cuisine 

shopped like nobodies business 

those moments flashed by like fairy lights 

in the dream, wooyoung turned your face from looking up at the eiffle tower and took a breath

“y/n, you are everything I could ever ask for in a partner in crime.. everything you do, everything from your head to your toes.. makes me just want to ask you one question..”

he bent down on one knee; he didn’t care that his knees were getting cold and wet from the snow

“y/n.. will you marry me?”

you clasped your hands as your eyes glistened as the lights reflected off of them

“wooyoung.. I would love to.. I’d love to spend of the rest of my life with you... but I can’t...”

wooyoung felt himself falling; the abyss swallowing him and he could feel it in his stomach

the hardwood floor woke him up, he had fallen off of the couch

and he found himself all by himself 

he looked over at the table that you placed the snow globe and it was gone

he frantically looked for you

the anxiety was eating himself alive 

he found a post-it note on the christmas tree 

“open your present without me!!”

maybe you had went out to get some fresh coffee, he saw the post-it note as a good sign that you would be back 

wooyoung sat there and opened the gift you wrapped for him 

the letter fell out and his hands shook as he reached for it

“wooyoung, my knight in shining armor. there was nothing that I could ask more than to ask for your forgiveness and this is why. 

december 24th of last year, I went into the hospital hoping for good news that they had treatment for me and my condition. I wanted to grab onto any hope that I could. I didn’t want my illness to define who I was. but when my doctor told me of my limited time left on this earth, I couldn’t help but let go of all hope. there was no cousin who went to paris for christmas. that person with limited time for memories was me. 

I left the hospital planning to coop myself up in my apartment until my expiry date. until I met you. day 1, you were just a stranger who I didn’t see the use in telling the truth to. but within a couple of weeks, you became someone I didn’t want to ever lose. I wanted to create as many memorable moments with you as I can, so that when I leave this earth, I only have good moments to hold onto. 

I want you to continue making memorable moments without me.  I know I’m being selfish and I know this isn’t fair to you.. but this was the best way for us to part.. someday, I’ll just be a memory to you. thank you for the best 365 days anyone could ever ask for. and I hope that you meet someone that will replace me. thank you for giving me the chance to meet you.

i’ll always love you, wooyoung. yours truly, y/n”

wooyoung couldn’t breathe 

he wanted to look for you but he didn’t know where to start 

he didn’t even know how to feel

should he be mad at you? 

was it wrong to still be in love with you?

was it even possible to love someone else more than you?

he almost forgot the gift that you got for him

with trembling fingers, he opened the present 

it was tablet; inside the tablet there was only one app

instagram; he opened it 

you created a private account to post every moment that you had spent with each other

there was snippets of videos and photos; it was like a modern-day scrapbook 

he looked at the most recent photo that was posted last night, it was a series of pictures of you and wooyoung cuddling beside the christmas tree

it was where you shared your last conversation 

that was the moment wooyoung made himself a promise to you and he was certain that he would fulfill it in your name 

a whole year passed by 

you were probably already gone by that point; but wooyoung didn’t want to believe that

he could still feel that you were out there, looking up at the same snowy skies as him 

wooyoung was spending christmas in paris by himself; physically, but spiritually he was in paris with you 

“did you miss me?” 

wooyoung has been hearing your voice every since you left him but this one felt closer and clearer

he’s always turned around and you were never there

wooyoung knew that there was 1 in a million chance that you were going to be right there, smiling at him 

but he would turn around every single time

he thought he was seeing things 

he thought that he was getting delusional 

“y/n?”

“I know I should’ve said somethi-”

wooyoung didn’t let you finish your sentence 

he ran into you and hugged you so hard

scared that if he let go, you would disappear again 

“don’t you have questions for me?” your muffles were drowned out by his puffer jacket

“I do, but right now, I don’t want to let you go.. and right now, I only have one question for you..”

wooyoung gets on one knee, ignoring how quickly his knee felt frozen 

he kept a tight hold of your left hand 

“I love you and I always will.. there’s no one out there for me but you..y/n, you are everything I could ever ask for in a partner in crime.. everything you do, everything from your head to your toes.. makes me just want to ask you one question.. will you marry me? I’ll get a ring for you, I promise- ” ”

wooyoung kept on rambling on and on; probably from shock and adrenaline 

you thought he was mad at you all this time

you thought he forgot and moved on without you

you thought there was a 1 in a million chance that he was going to be in paris for christmas 

but you were going to take it

if there was a miracle that cured you from your illness, then maybe there’s another room in your life for a miracle 

wooyoung’s eyes lit up when you nodded with joyous tears running down your face 

wooyoung pulls you close and kisses you

“don’t ever leave me again..y/n, please..” he whispers between kisses 

“I promise..” you smiled 

you’re so thankful that you have many more christmas’s to spend with your knight in shining penguin suit 

End.

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[hwanami]

sickly sweet holibake

genre: fluff!!

pairing: park seonghwa x kang yeosang

word count: 1739 words

summary: Yeosang got the idea to bake gingerbread cookies together with Seonghwa this Christmas. What could go wrong in a little baking session anyway?

a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! this is actually a fic i wrote to joing the writiny secret santa on twt HEHE i hope you like it!!

If you think baking with your loved ones is a good idea, Seonghwa could tell you it’s clearly not a good one. The man sighed once again as he kneaded his forehead, “Yeosang, did you forget to buy molasse?”

“Buy what?” Yeosang’s head peeped in from the other room.

“Molasse, Yeosang. It’s one of the ingredients needed to make gingerbread cookies.”

“Hm?” he tilted his head as he walked into the room and pushed Seonghwa away to check his grocery himself, “there’s no way I miss anything. I rechecked everything.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes, “then tell me, why can’t I find the molasse there?”

A pout form on Yeosang’s face, “you sure you put it on the grocery list?”

“Of course. I sent you the screenshot of the ingredients from the website and there’s molasse on the list.”

Yeosang pulled his phone from his pocket, checking Seonghwa’s message.

Crap, I really forgot it, he thought. Until his sneaky eyes caught something and pointed it for Seonghwa to see, “they say you can substitute molasse with honey and I thought, we have honey here. Why should I buy molasse, then?”

“Are you just making that excuse right now?” Seonghwa asked in disbelief.

“No, I told you the truth,” he answered innocently.

A defeated sigh left Seonghwa’s lips, “fine. We’ll use honey.”

Yeosang grinned as he took the honey from the shelf. For Christmas this year, they were planning to bake gingerbread cookies together because apparently, Yeosang found it “easy” from the video he saw on the internet. And since Seonghwa never did anything like this before, he agreed to Yeosang when he suggested the idea. Which now, Seonghwa regretted a little when he saw Yeosang almost burned the sugar.

“Yeosang, you need to turned the stove to medium heat by now,” Seonghwa turned it lower while Yeosang still stirring the sugar and honey on the pan.

“Oh? I should turn it low already?”

“You almost burned that pan. So, yes. You should turn it lower now.”

“What’s the next step?” Yeosang asked. Seonghwa checked his phone to read the recipe again, “add cloves and ginger and cinnamon. Then turned the fire and add baking soda, butter, and egg; one by one.”

Yeosang nodded his head. Adding the cloves, ginger, and cinnamon powder to the sugar and stirred it. Once they looked nice, his hand reached to the baking soda. And again, thanks to Seonghwa being there, he quickly turned the stove off when he spotted Yeosang’s hand already adding the baking soda.

“Jesus. I told you to turned off the stove first!”

“You didn’t?” Yeosang said, which sounds more like a question.

“I did,” again, Seonghwa rolled his eyes, “what are you doing?” he asked when he saw Yeosang about to take the butter before stirring the baking soda in the sugar.

“You said I have to put baking soda, butter, and egg.”

“I said, one by one.”

“Really?” Yeosang looked at him, eyes full of confusion, “so I have to stir this one first before adding the other?”

“Yes? Didn’t you watch the video?”

“I did,” Yeosang shrugged, “but I forgot the steps.”

Seonghwa shook his head. He walked closer to Yeosang and slipped his hand under Yeosang’s, “switch with me. Go take the egg and I’ll take care of this.”

Yeosang frowned but complied to him. Giving the wooden spatula to Seonghwa and walked to take the egg.

“Ah, Yeosang,” Seonghwa called, eyes still focused on the sugar.

“Hm?”

“Take the flour as well. The next step after the egg is to put the flour.”

“The flour?”

“Yes, and a sieve. We need to sifted the flour as we add it in.”

Unfortunately, Yeosang stopped hearing until the last yes. Leading him walked to Seonghwa without the sieve.

“Here,” he said, handing Seonghwa the egg.

Seonghwa on the other hand, still focused on the sugar mixture and didn’t pay attention to Yeosang. Taking the egg from Yeosang, he added it to the mixture and stirred them.

“Yeosang, could you add the flour for me? I’ll take the mixer first.”

“Okay,” Yeosang nodded his head and stood where Seonghwa stood before while the later man took the mixture from their shelf.

Putting the paddle attachment, Seonghwa smiled when the mixer was ready to be used. When he walked back to Yeosang, he knitted his eyebrows seeing Yeosang easily poured the flour.

“Did you sift it?” he said once he got closer to him.

“Sift the flour?”

“Yes? I told you to take the sieve too.”

“Ah…”

Seonghwa pursed his lips before scratching his own head, “you didn’t?”

Yeosang didn’t say a word, only shaking his head no. Internally upset with himself that he kept messing things. Seeing the uneasy feeling painted on Yeosang’s face, Seonghwa smiled as he patted Yeosang’s head, “it’s okay. I think it still can work just fine.”

Yeosang only nodded his head and took a seat on the dining room, leaving Seonghwa finishing the dough alone. He was excited to bake with Seonghwa for the first time to the point he kept getting nervous. But it only made him messed everything up. Sighing, he took a glass of water and drink to ease his mind. Seonghwa walked into the dining room not too long after. With the dough, a rolling pin and parchment paper.

Smiling, he took a seat next to Yeosang, “can you help me rolling the dough while I take the cookie cutter?”

Yeosang glanced at Seonghwa, “you sure you want me to do it? What if I messed up again?”

“You won’t,” he chuckled before standing up, “I’ll take the cookie cutter first.”

Yeosang took a deep breathe before heaving a sigh then started to put the dough on the parchment paper. After covering the dough with another parchment paper, he started to rolled it with the rolling pin. After making sure the thickness wasn’t too thick or too thin, he smiled.

He was too immersed in rolling the dough, making sure he didn’t mess anything that he didn’t realize a pair of eyes silently watching him. A smile painted on Seonghwa’s face as he saw Yeosang delicately doing his job.

“See? You didn’t mess up,” Seonghwa said as he walked into the dining room.

Lifting up his head, Yeosang smiled widely at Seonghwa, “do you think it’s thick enough?”

Seonghwa hummed and nodded his head, “yeah, I think it’s enough.”

He handed the gingerbread cookie cutter to Yeosang and started to cut the dough. Sharing giggles when one of them messed up and stealing one or two bites of the cookie dough. After finishing cutting the dough, Seonghwa took the baking tray and put the dough there. Yeosang eyed the cookie on the tray before handing the tray to Seonghwa who just finished pre-heating the oven.

“I wonder how will they taste,” Yeosang said mindlessly.

Seonghwa smiled, “of course, they’d taste good. We made it together.”

Yeosang only rolled his eyes though he couldn’t hide his smile. Once Seonghwa finished setting the time, Yeosang went back to the dining room while Seonghwa made a hot chocolate for the two of them. Smile never left Seonghwa’s face when he walked into the dining room with two glasses of hot chocolate, seeing Yeosang sitting there. Eyes filled with excitement and a smile on his face. Putting down the glass for Yeosang, his smile got wider, “someone’s too excited, huh?”

Yeosang giggled, “I’ve never baked cookies before so of course I’m excited!”

Seonghwa nodded his head, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. On that moment, the oven beeped. Both Yeosang and Seonghwa looked to the kitchen. “Is it done?” Yeosang asked.

“Yep,” Seonghwa answered as he walked to the kitchen. Taking the tray from the oven. And that was when Seonghwa realized, he fucking messed the cookies up.

“Shit,” Seonghwa hissed when he saw how the cookie sticked to the tray. He forgot to put butter or baking paper on the tray before baking them. Making the cookie sticked to the tray and surely would be hard to take out.

Seonghwa brought the tray to the dining room. The excitement in Yeosang’s face faded a little when he saw Seonghwa distressed expression.

“Everything okay?” Yeosang asked. Afraid what he did earlier messed the cookies.

A pained smile forming on Seonghwa’s face, “I guess I messed up this time.”

Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows, “what do you mean?”

Putting the tray on the table, Seonghwa sighed, “I forgot to spray butter on the tray. Or put a baking paper there before putting the cookies.”

Yeosang blinked his eyes several times. Looking at the perfectly shaped cookies that sticked to the tray. While Seonghwa took a spatula to help him taking out the cookies from the tray.

As expected, trying to pick the cookies ended up making it break or crumble. A defeated sigh leaving Seonghwa’s lips after slowly and carefully trying to take out 3 cookies which ended up the same: breaking. He glanced at Yeosang who still eyed the tray like a kid. Making him feel a little guilty for ruining it at the last step.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Making Yeosang looked at him, “I ended up messing it up.”

Yeosang blinked his eyes again. Looking at the torn cookies, then back to Seonghwa with a smile, “no, keep going.”

Seonghwa crocked his eyebrows in confusion, making Yeosang chuckled. “I mean, we still could eat the cookies even though it lost its shape.”

“Ah,” Seonghwa chuckled, “right.”

Seonghwa took the spatula again and took out all of the remaining cookies. Not a single one has the original shape but again, like Yeosang said, it doesn’t matter because what matters is the cookies are still edible.

Both of them took one and tasted it. A smile on both of their faces before Yeosang left out a chuckle, “it doesn’t taste bad.”

“It’s too sweet,” Seonghwa commented.

“No, it’s not,” Yeosang argued.

“It is. How many sugars did you put in here?”

“Just enough to suit my taste,” Yeosang shrugged.

Seonghwa only shook his head and smile, taking another bite of the cookie. Thinking it’s safe to say that though both of them messed up at some point on the process, the result turned out to be not bad.

But

“Should we do this again next time?” Yeosang asked with his mouth filled with the cookie.

Seonghwa gave him a warm smile before answering,

“hell, no.”

[arissayoo]

5 days ‘til Christmas [Yeosang]

5 days left before Christmas, and there was no better way to spend the end of the year than by lending a helping hand to spread some holiday cheer. 

You carried the last few bags of toys from the car, hearing the squeals of children as you entered the building.

“See, I told you I was bringing presents for you guys once I got back.” Yeosang smiled, his eyes lighting up from the obvious joy on the children’s faces. 

“I think that’s all of them.” You told Yeosang and the director of the boys and girl’s club. She looked as if she was about to tear up, blinking quickly and hugging Yeosang.

“Everyone say thank you,” She instructed the children, who yelled a collective ‘thank you’ towards you both. The children dispersed, running off to play with their new toys. “Thank you both so much for coming to volunteer before the holidays, it means a lot to all of us. Also, thank you for the toys Yeosang. You really spoil these kids.” The director couldn’t help the few tears that fell, smiling brightly. 

“It was my pleasure, besides I couldn’t come home without buying a few things for my favorite children,” Yeosang answered, stumbling back when a little boy ran towards him, hugging his legs. 

“Look at my new toy Mr. Yeosang! It’s a puppet! Can both of you play with us and do a puppet show?” The boy looked up at Yeosang, before turning to you. 

“Of course!” You responded, letting him lead you to the small stage set up at the front of the room. Yeosang followed, rounding up all the other children until they were all seated in front of the stage. 

“What are you thinking of doing?” Yeosang asked once he joined you behind the stage. 

“I don't know. What is something you think they will like?” You sat on the ground, putting one of the puppets on your hand. “We can do ‘I want a hippopotamus for Christmas’.”

Yeosang scratched the back of his head, “I don't think I know all the words.” 

“Well, what song do you know all the words to?” 

Yeosang grinned, flashing his teeth at you before slipping the penguin puppet onto his hand. “Hello, boys and girls. My name’s Pen the Penguin.”

“Hi, Pen!” The kids replied in unison. 

“I have a song for you guys, would you like to hear it?” Yeosang moved his puppet to the sound of his voice. The kids cheered, while Yeosang nudged you with his shoulder. 

“Watch this,” He whispered to you, winking. 

[oldloveatz]

candy canes | yeosang

— TYPE: fluff, one shot

— WORD COUNT: 2.1k

— SYNOPSIS: whenever winter time comes around, you always get three candy canes from the same person whose name probably starts with a ‘y’.

— AUTHOR’S MESSAGE: i’m trying to make as much one shots as i can  ; ^ ; so hopefully you guys enjoy this little yeosang one shot!!

i am: distracted by this gif

three candy canes taped on the locker door and a baby blue memo with a handwritten note on it were the things you became used to seeing every time december comes around. it started in sophomore year, and it started with one candy cane and a pink memo sheet. the notes were written in clean handwriting, satisfying to look at. it always ended with the initial y. this y person could honestly be anyone from school, and the last person you expect to leave these were kang yeosang- as if he’d bat an eyelash at you, anyway. he is nothing to you but a seatmate in your classroom.

who is kang yeosang?

kang yeosang is popular in school because of his out-of-this-world looks. he almost looked unreal, like an animated doll; better yet, an actual doll. he was shy, and mostly quiet as most students say. when he talks, everyone shuts up to hear the words that he says. yeosang has a deep voice and a slight lisp, which adds more to his charms. he was everyone’s dream boy, even their mothers!

the first snow came a little later in november, but it was a magnificent sight to see. you finally had an excuse to wear your black padded jacket and wear sweatpants under your skirt. snow came constantly now that december had started.

you went to your locker to grab your math and english books and put back your science book, and upon walking over you found the familiar candy canes mounted on the gray, metal door. all you could do was smile, but worry that your mom would get annoyed because of the abundance of candy canes at home.

your hands peeled off the candy canes, fingertips meeting the cold metal. opening up your locker, you were bestowed with a note written on a square baby blue memo sheet. it contained the familiar penmanship that you were so used to seeing, a smile crept up on your face as your fingers picked up the paper in a delicate manner.

your eyes still hold the same galaxies and stars, even after three years of giving you candy canes and memo notes. and you’re still as beautiful in my eyes.

- y ♡

your face began to heat up, still unable to process the fact that someone is still sending you these things. a smile played on your lips, slipping the note into your notebook and shutting the door. as your turned around, kang yeosang himself was walking to the classroom you both shared, his eyes were on your for a second before nodding his head in acknowledgement. you nodded yours, heart racing and swallowing hard.

yeosang had been in your class twice; once in sophomore year and in senior year. the only thing that’s different is that he sits next to you this time. sitting next to him felt undeserving; he was like a prince, and he looks like one too. you often couldn’t look at him in the eye, but when you do it was like the electricity down your spine was gone, like he had unplugged the cord in your spine. his gaze was almost immobilizing.

you set down your bag in your chair, pushing it into the desk as yeosang did the same. he looked at you, and to your mistake you did too. he had an icy stare, it matched with the snowy environment outside. however, the light from the window made it seem like he was an angel, outlining his figure. shaking off his stare, you smiled before bowing and fleeing the classroom to find your friends.

yeosang must have seen you geeking over the note in your locker, and the candy canes you were stuffing in it. it could have been anyone else, but yeosang was the one who saw you. god, how embarrassing... maybe he didn’t see you blushing over it? let’s go with he didn’t.

“y/n! about time you got here,” eunha called, leaning on her left as she crossed her arm over her chest. “i’m guessing...?”

“more candy canes?” yunhyeong asked, a rather amused face plastered on his face. your friends knew and are up to date with the secret admirer thing (or at least that’s what they call it). they took up the opportunity of finding out who y was, but gave up knowing there were a lot of people whose names starts with a y, like yunhyeong. “look, it really isn’t me- i hate candy canes.”

“we stopped saying it was you,” insook said, patting yunhyeong on the cheek before rolling her eyes to the side playfully. “actually, we just stopped trying to find out.”

“there’s only one letter- how much help would that be anyway?” you added, chuckling and internally admitting that you’ll never meet your secret admirer. after three years of keeping up with this, they still have not shown or grew the balls to introduce themselves to you. why hope, right? “oh, whatever. it’ll be over once we graduate.”

“true, but still,” sukwoon butted in. “we might still want to find out whoever the fuck y is.”

sukwoon always had a... delightful vocabulary. but so were the rest of you, from time to time.

english class was just as boring as you wished it wouldn’t be. unnecessary partner stuff - well, you found it unnecessary because yeosang wouldn’t talk to you after all the english talk between the both of you, which made everything even more awkward than most days. not that he ever talked to you, but he talks to his friend, wooyoung.

your eyes began to linger along the classroom wall filled with posters and charts. there was a bulletin board right above the bookshelf on the left side of the room from you and it was filled with pinned grade sheets that you never checked, and right next to it were to unneeded but nice-to-have motivations for schoolwork. you smiled a little, eyes rolling all over the place. retrieving your eyes back, they landed on yeosang’s papers. you simply admired his crisp and neat handwriting, it was almost envious.

but they looked awfully familiar... where else have i seen this handwriting?

you were staring at his paper for so long that you hadn’t realized yeosang was speaking to you, “did i spell something wrong?”

“oh! n-no,” you stammered, clearing your voice and turning away to cough away whatever was stuck in your throat. turning back your attention to the pretty boy next to you, he was staring right at you. and it was different now; it was like you were being hypnotized by his eyes alone. “i-i just thought y-your handwriting was- uh, fuck- what was it?- oh! it looked familiar. i’ve seen it somewhere, i just- don’t know what it was or where it was.”

he nodded, turning his head away from you. his eyes darted around, anywhere but you. after he turned his attention away from you, you let out a relieved sigh. “so, i didn’t spell anything wrong?”

“n-no, your spelling is perfect,” you replied with a smile, hoping that the conversation would end. and it actually did, the tension building up in your chest faded away. class went on without the both of you talking to each other again, and onto the lunch period. oh, you so wanted to tell your friends about how familiar yeosang’s handwriting was. if it was so familiar to me, why can’t i remember where i’ve seen it?

before going to the cafeteria to meet your friends, you went to your locker to get the lunchbox you prepared at home. upon unlocking the lock, you decided to look at the note once more just to cheer yourself up. grabbing the notebook you had stuffed the note in, your eyes grazed on the neat handwriting you familiarized yourself with, and that’s when it dawned you.

this was yeosang’s handwriting.

“you’re being ridiculous,” insook said, slurping up her noodles before humming in satisfaction of the flavor. you had just told them that yeosang may or may not be the secret admirer they have been telling you about, but they all dismissed it and told you you were being delusional. somewhat true, but who else has handwriting like yeosang? that’s right- no one else! “we’ve never even seen him talk to any girls or ask them out on dates or whatever.”

“why would be updated on that type of stuff?” you asked, getting a little frustrated that your own friends won’t take your word for the mystery secret admirer. “i’m not kidding! i sit next to him and i looked at his- fuckin’- paper! it deadass looks the fuckin’ same!”

“easy, potty mouth,” sukwoon said, your head snapping right at him. 

“you’re one to talk.”

“why don’t you ask yeosang himself?” yunhyeong suggested, looking up at you as he opened his milk carton. 

“he’s right,” eunha added. “if you think he’s doing it, then ask him.”

“that’s embarrassing,” you said, sitting back down with a huff. it’s true, it would be embarrassing for both you and yeosang. if you were to speak to him and bring up the candy canes and the notes, he’d be embarrassed in front of his friends... maybe. you didn’t want to falsely “accuse” him of anything. “it’s probably a coincidence.”

“yep, might be it,” sukwoon said.

math class was a pain to be in. the math teacher was absent for the day, so a substitute was ordered to give out worksheets based on the lesson you were learning about and work either individually or with desk partner. you didn’t opt for working with yeosang, he was good at concentrating and gets good grades during tests and such. he didn’t need your help, right?

you felt light taps on your left shoulder, turning your head right at yeosang who had a blank face. he was leaning towards you, his paper in hand. was he asking for help? his paper looks like it’s done.. “yes..?”

“do you need help?” his deep voice asked, big eyes blinking right into yours. looking down at yours, you simply nodded followed by a chuckle. you certainly didn’t want to feel dumb around him, but you needed some help. “okay.. which one?”

“this one,” you pointed at the one you were stuck on. you wouldn’t even hesitate to admit that yeosang explained the question and the steps a lot better than the teacher. the more he talked, the more you felt comfortable with his intimidating presence. he explained it to you precisely and asked if he could watch you do the problem so he could confirm it. and you let him. “did i do it right?”

“yes, you did,” he replied, a small - very small - smile playing on his thin yet gorgeous pink lips. you wondered how could someone look so good and extraordinary like him, who birthed him? “um..”

god, he’s so awkward. it’s adorable.

“you said my handwriting was familiar a while ago,” he added when you didn’t say anything. he was still staring at you, but once you did he looked away and straight at the board with an unnaturally straight posture. you smiled at this. “may.. i know why?”

“i-i don’t know if i should tell you- it’s weird and embarrassing,” you replied with an embarrassed smile. but he grinned.

“i hear weird things all day, i think i can handle this one.”

after much consideration, maybe telling kang yeosang about the secret admirer, candy canes and notes situation. at the end of the day, he wouldn’t care about your possible love life- he might even have a love life of his own that he tends to.

“i’ve been getting notes and candy canes for three years straight,” you said in a summarized version of the situation. “and i don’t know who it is, but they always sign it with a y.”

you could’ve sworn he gulped and his eyes darted to the side. yeosang nodded his head before shifting in his seat. you chuckled at this, “are you alright? i told you it-“

“it was me,” yeosang suddenly said. it certainly caught you off-guard. that was when your heart began to thump, and it was as if your head doesn’t know what was happening but your heart does. you gulped, lips pursing and looking to avoid his eyes. “i’m sorry, i didn’t have the courage to tell you.. so i gave candy canes and notes.”

“sophomore y-year?”

“oh- yeah, when we shared a classroom together,” he said. he was oddly calm. “but.. um, now that you know.. do you- do you want to go on a date.. or something?”

you can’t deny him, you were like under his spell already. “i-i’d like that.”

he smiled softly, “meet me in front of the school, um- saturday, 10 am.”