#ateez Christmas oneshot

[stayteezdreams]

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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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

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♡ acquiescence — f,a,o

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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

[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.

~~~

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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[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.

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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.”

[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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[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.”

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ATEEZ

Multiple members

You Put The "Merry" In "Merry Christmas" - Seonghwa, Yunho, San x Reader (Imagine) ☁️🎉

OT8 (makes one team-)

MTL Like Face Sitting 🔞

MTL Prefer Ass vs Tits 🔞

Enhypen

**Minion Teaches Enhypen — A Guide**

Lee Heeseung

(On Page 2)

Park Jongseong (Jay)

When you want Jay to be your first (Headcanon) 🔞

Jay NSFW A-Z 🔞

Sim Jaeyun (Jake)

Jake's Watermelon Surprise (Imagine) ☁️🎉

Park Sunghoon

Nothing yet!

Kim Sunoo

"Kiss Me More" (Imagine) ☁️*

Someone Who Loves You (Sunoo Day Imagine Mini-Series) ☁️* : Part One | Part Two

Spontaneous Sunoo Imagines (mini-imagines) ☁️ : 1

Sunoo Day Posts 2021 📝*

Yang Jungwon

Barista AU w/ Jungwon (Imagine) ☁️*

Nishimura Riki (Ni-Ki)

Leaves (Drabble, Imagine) 💧

Popcorn Surprise (Imagine) ☁️🎉*

Multiple members

Spicy Ramyeonz - Heeseung x Jake x Reader (Imagine) 🎉☁️*

Making Out With Enhypen Legal Line (Scenario) ☁️⚠️*

MTL Be A Dom, Sub, Switch In Enhypen's Legal Line 🔞⚠️

[Legal Line] MTL Like Face Sitting 🔞*

[Legal Line] MTL Have A Threesome 🔞

[Legal Line] MTL Prefer Ass vs Tits 🔞

Enhypen Legal Line’s Reaction To Being Caught “Having Fun” With You By The Other Legal Members 🔞

OT7

MTL Like A Slightly Older S/O ☁️

Having A Picnic Date W/ Enhypen (Imagine/Reaction) ☁️*

MTL Date Someone With Tattoos ☁️

Dating An Older S/O ☁️*

Tomorrow x Together

Choi Yeonjun

(On page 2)

Choi Soobin

Soobin NSFW A-Z 🔞

Choi Beomgyu

Nothing yet!

Kang Taehyun

Head Over Coffee (Oneshot) 🔞*

"Yes, Sir" (Imagine) 🔞

Ready? Ready. (Oneshot) 🔞

Punishing the Brat (Imagine) 🔞*

Huening Kai

Unforced Head Only (Oneshot Mini-Series) 🔞*: Part One | Part Two

Thigh Hickeys (Imagine) 🔞*

Friends W/ Benefits (Headcanon) 🔞

Hard On You 🔞

Multiple Members

No Joke - Beomgyu x Huening Kai x Reader (Drabble) 🔞

OT5

Making Out With Tomorrow x Together (Scenario) ☁️⚠️*

TXT's Reaction To Their S/O Asking To Give Them Head For The First Time ⚠️🔞*

TXT's Reaction To Catching You Singing Alone + Hearing Your Voice For The First Time  ☁️

MTL Have A Threesome 🔞

MTL Like Face Sitting 🔞

TXT's S/O Asking Them For Head For The First Time (Reaction) 🔞

MTL Have A Corruption Kink 🔞

TXT's Reaction To You Being Bodyshamed ☁️💧

TXT's Reaction To Their S/O Knowing How To Play Piano ☁️

TXT’s Reaction To Being Caught “Having Fun” With You By The Members 🔞❔

MTL Prefer Ass vs Tits 🔞

TXT’s Kinks 🔞

Miscellaneous Posts — Highlights

(Search the tags for much more!)

TXT

Sounds Like TXT’s Yeonjun… 🔞❔

TXT's Breast Worship Orgy — A Thread - Soobin x Beomgyu x Taehyun x Huening Kai 🔞❔📝*

TXT’s Favorite Lingerie On You 🔞❔*

TXT’s P*** Category Searches (Headcanon?) 🔞❔*

You Recording TXT 2000s Line Worshipping Your B**bs (Headcanon?) 🔞❔*

Number of Days Per Week TXT Wants to F*** 🔞❔

Yeonjun ass man agenda ⚠️🎉❔*

Sounds Like Soobin 🔞❔*

“This is mine” - Taehyun (in Korean + English) 🔞❔

What Dubadu Wari Wari means ❔*

TXT as Marathon Runners (TikTok) *🎉

Enhypen

Jake Sends You An Audio Of Him ‘Getting Off’… 🔞*

Enhypen Legal Line’s Favorite Lingerie On You 🔞❔*

Sunghoon “Touching” You 🔞❔*

Semi-Public Fun With Jay 🔞*

Dom!Sunghoon x Sub!Reader x Stranger!Jake (Waiter) 🔞*

If Jake Had a Solo Song ⚠️*

Jake Catching 50% of the Cursing in Songs ⚠️*: Part 1 | Part 2

Jake FINALLY Being A Censoring King 👑 ⚠️*

Sex in library + legal enha? 🔞❔*

THIS with Jay? 🔞❔*

Mutual Masturbation w/ Heeseung 🔞❔*

Sub!Jake Edging Audio 🔞❔*

Sunoo = Expensive 💰 ☁️*

Sub!Jake Getting Off For His Mistress (audio) 🔞*

TXT + Enhypen

When ‘Singularity’ by BTS’ V Starts Playing During Sexy Time (TXT and Enha Legal Line) 🔞🎉❔*

This With TXT and Enha Legal Line 🔞❔*

Other Groups

Stray Kids’ Chan Wants You To Come Already 🔞*

Me at Bobby of IKON being a father ☁️*

Stray Kids’ Seungmin Thinks of You While Getting Off Between Schedules (Audio) 🔞*

Minion Things

Minion Teaches Enhypen — A Guide ☁️🎉📝*

My Common Realization *

The WIPs Predicament 🤡 *

Minion Learns Culture 📝*

Minion No Touch Challenge 🔞*

How To Touch Yourself (Female body) 🔞⚠️❔*

NSFW Twitter Accounts Worth Following: Post #1 | Post #2 🔞❔*

Minion Teaches NSFW: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven

Relatable NSFW TikTok (BTS/ENHA) 🔞🎉*

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[dairyminki]

❀ welcome to dairyminki's studio ...! ⚘

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🄰🅃🄴🄴🅉 🄼•🄻🄸🅂🅃

(f) - fluff     (a) - angst  (m) - suggestive ;    (s) - series     (o) - oneshot     (t) - timestamp     (h) - headcanon     (d) - drabble 

── 🄺🄸🄼 🄷🄾🄽🄶🄹🄾🄾🄽🄶 ⚘

• library dates  - (f,h)

• forever and a lifetime - (f,d)

── 🄿🄰🅁🄺 🅂🄴🄾🄽🄶🄷🅆🄰 ⚘

• strawberry kisses - (f,d)

• you - (f,a,d)

── 🄹🄴🄾🄽🄶 🅈🅄🄽🄷🄾 ⚘

•  heavy hearts, hazy minds - (a,d)

• [4:13 pm] -  (a,t)

• attention - (d)

── 🄺🄰🄽🄶 🅈🄴🄾🅂🄰🄽🄶 ⚘

• [11:17 pm] - (a,t)

── 🄲🄷🄾🄸 🅂🄰🄽 ⚘

•  sleepy sannie - (f,d)

• ticklish toughie - (f,o)

• from the shadows - (f,o)

• rocky - (f,a,o)

•  i dare you -  (f,o)

• wonderstruck - (f,d)

• be with you - (a,o)

• like a cat - (f,d)

• color me pretty - (m,o)

── 🅂🄾🄽🄶 🄼🄸🄽🄶🄸 ⚘

•  boyfriend!mingi imagine - (f,d)

── 🄹🅄🄽🄶 🅆🄾🄾🅈🄾🅄🄽🄶 ⚘

•  haunted - (o)

• as good as dead - (a,d)

• hearts day - (f,o)

── 🄲🄷🄾🄸 🄹🄾🄽🄶🄷🄾 ⚘

•  none yet

── 🅂🄿🄴🄲🄸🄰🄻🅂 ⚘

•  ‘TEEZ The Season [ christmas special ] - (f)

• Inked By Fate - (f,a,s)

• ateez scenarios: dad!teez - (f,h)

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[timextoxhajima]

‘it’s go time!’

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genre key: 💔: angst | ☁️: fluff | 🔞: smut | 💥: action | ✨: fantasy/supernatural

rec!s are indicated with consideration as author’s favourites/reader’s favourites

*no indication of chapter no. = drabble/oneshot

T H E B O Y Z (i have too many for tbz)

A T E E Z

» group

ATEEZ as Things and Feelings [Headcanon/☁️]

» seonghwa

When Loneliness Comes Back (💔 *TW Self-harm, suicide)

a late night with seonghwa on one of your not-so-great days

Strangers In The Night (Prince! Seonghwa ☁️) rec!

one last night of freedom for a princess getting ready for an arranged marriage

Playboy (CEO! Seonghwa 🔞☁️) rec!

being best friends with your boss has its perks

» san

Baby, You Are (💔 *TW depression, rape)

an untimely confession from your best friend

Desire (Chaebol! San 🔞)

an enigmatic chaebol tries his hand with you, and wins

Unmask, Fly Away With Me, Say Something (3 Chapters, 💔🔞*TW depression, suicide, self harm)

a painful night ends with a romantic rescue

Red Lipstick (Raider! San slight 🔞)

a raider breaks into your facility

» mingi

Youngblood (Ex! Mingi 💔)

confronting your ex-boyfriend after he gets into a fight because of you

Traitor (prince! Mingi 💔)

once a lover, now a traitor

» yunho

Scent (Ex! Yunho 💔☁️)

meeting your first love for the first time in five years after choosing your career

» yeosang

She Will Be Loved (Boyfriend! Yeosang 🔞☁️)

a romantic night turned a bloody mess

T X T

Runaway (Chaebol! Yeonjun ☁️)

he was destined to marry rich, so he ran away with his first love instead

goodnight (boyfriend! Yeonjun ☁️) rec!

getting ready for bed with your boyfriend

Purple Skies and Butterflies (bf! Taehyun 💔)

living in your memories of him

N C T

OT23 One Shots *HIATUS (Taeil // Johnny // Taeyong //  Yuta // Kun //  Doyoung //)

Ride Or Die (Boyfriend! Sungchan ☁️) 

one night of mindless freedom

somebody else (best friend! Mark 💔) rec!

watching your best friend fall in love with someone else

Fly Away With Me (Best friend! Jaehyun ☁️)

a momentary escape with your best friend after a bad break up

E X O

Never Be Like You (Best friend! Jongin 💔🔞)

to live your final moments with the one you love most

D A Y 6

DAY6 MV Continuation: Part IV: I Wish, Part V: Confession (TO BE RELEASED) (DAY6 Members/2 Chapter Continuation Series) *HIATUS

Christmas & Me (Tutor! Youngk ☁️)

tutor turned crush

S T R A Y K I D S

The Kingdom: The Stray Syndicates (3-piece Mafia! au with TBZ, ATZ and SKZ) rec!

Grounded (Idol! Lee Know/11 Chapters, F2L, ☁️💔)

the trials of falling in love with your best friend who became an idol

Flames of Wealth (Raider! Lee Know 💥)

raiding an illegal yacht 

E N H Y P E N

» group 

Not For Sale (Uni au! Heeseung + Jay/15 Chapters, Slice of Life) rec!

getting caught in a love triangle on your exchange semester

ENHYPEN in Bad Boy! Aesthetics (All members/oc reaction ☁️)

The Sinister Seven (All members/vampire! au profile ✨) rec!

polaroid love (All members/boyfriend! au headcanon)

» heeseung 

SONDER (💔☁️)

after being kicked out of her home, Woo Ki Yeom is forced to live life on her own. struggling to find herself in the midst of her chaotic life, she meets lee heeseung, who, like her, can't give any more fucks to life than she does.

timestamp: 9.44pm (💔)

getting over a break up

predictable predicament (🔞☁️) 

so you're best friends with the campus hottie who happens to be the quietest one in his group of friends. he's different with you though.

Kiss & Make Up (🔞💔)

Following your parent's bankruptcy, you chose to focus on supporting your family, making it difficult for you to maintain a relationship. Fastforward a few years later, your little brother plays a hand in getting you back in contact with your ex-boyfriend, Lee Heeseung.

» jay 

Astronomy (💔☁️)

meeting your first love again after the pandemic in a live concert

Kiss & Make Up (🔞💔)

After swearing off long-distance relationships, you convinced yourself that one-night-stands hurt a little less. But one night at a party brings you back to square one.

timestamp: 12.45am (☁️)

getting ready for bed with your boyfriend

timestamp: 3.57pm (☁️)

the school’s prince sends you home on a rainy day

timestamp: 9.59pm (☁️)

a prom date stealing a kiss (or two)

right person, wrong time (💔☁️)

you begin your first day of work with your boyfriend sending you there but amidst all your first-day jitters, you find out that the new CEO-in-training was your best friend who moved away a decade ago.

» jake

Atlantean (best friend! Jake ☁️✨💔) rec!

finding out your crush is a descendant of a mythical species of beings

Dancing With Your Ghost (wizard! Jake 💔☁️✨) rec!

the truth behind your boyfriend in hogwarts

Fairy Tale (chaebol! Jake 💔☁️)

the real reason why the prince kissed you and refused to tell anybody else

timestamp: 4.13pm (☁️)

the school prince asking you to prom, but failing

timestamp: 2.45am (💔☁️) ft sunghoon

getting your heart broken by one and saved by the other

timestamp: 12.37am (☁️) 

going home after a bad day 

Kiss and Make Up (🔞💔)

After a misunderstanding tears the two of you up, Jake was as good as dead to you. That is, until you meet him again in college where you were ready to write a new chapter of your life.

right person, wrong time (💔☁️)

you begin your first day of work with your boyfriend sending you there but amidst all your first-day jitters, you find out that the new CEO-in-training was your best friend who moved away a decade ago.

EMPATH (ex! jake x best friend! sunghoon 💔☁️) 

A strict household. A single, closed-off workaholic for a grandparent and guardian. You had curated the perfect habit of keeping to yourself, cementing an unbreakable wall between you and the rest of the world. However, you’ve been bestowed with a gift - the gift to feel other people’s emotions.

» sunghoon 

I Hate You (ex! Sunghoon ☁️💔) rec!

the truth behind your boyfriend leaving you

timestamp: 2.45am (💔☁️) ft jake

getting your heart broken by one and saved by the other

timestamp: 2.23am (☁️)

7 minutes of heaven with your enemy

The Lion and The Lamb (vampire! au, bf! sunghoon 💔☁️🔞)

what would you do if you found out your boyfriend is a mythical creature?

Kiss & Make Up (🔞💔)

it’s been a couple of months since you broke up with your high school sweetheart. the reason? he wanted a family and you wanted freedom. but come the day you meet him again and park sunghoon apparently hasn’t moved on. 

EMPATH (ex! jake x best friend! sunghoon 💔☁️)

A strict household. A single, closed-off workaholic for a grandparent and guardian. You had curated the perfect habit of keeping to yourself, cementing an unbreakable wall between you and the rest of the world. However, you’ve been bestowed with a gift - the gift to feel other people’s emotions.

» niki

timestamp: 1.12pm (☁️)

an innocent love story on court

- NOVELS (AFF and Wattpad)

[lemonietrinket]

Ethereal Eyes ||| Yeosang x Reader

Summary: Thinking of the perfect Christmas present isn’t easy, and for Yeosang, he wants everything to be perfect for his girl. It’s a shame ideas don’t seem to be coming to him... Genre: Fluff, teensy bit of angst, mostly fluff tho, some comedy! Warning(s): None, unless you hate angst or something, but it’s really really small, a tiny insecurity, nothing to worry about Word Count: 1748 Theme Song: Days Gone By - Day6 AN: December 7th & 8th prompt combined - Christmas present shopping and Christmas present wrapping (credit @songi-writes). I cannot think of a title for this one so my apologies. I may change it later oop—also Days Gone By is also the song that plays as the fic fades out all cinematically and as the writer you can’t tell me otherwise haHA!

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Bundles of bouncing fluff bounding around ‘snowy’ pens, chirrups and twitters echoing over crackled Christmas songs, the swathes of smiling people laughing with the children as they picked out a best friend for their growing years.

Yeosang felt out of place, on his own, leaning over a fence, fingers reaching down to a tawny rabbit with a lopsided ear to gently rub his tiny head.

He was just waiting for you, after splitting up to cover as much ground as possible to get all the presents you needed. Neither of you had wanted to, he desperately just wanted to hold your hand, but if you’d gone round together it would have taken twice as long, and eaten into his schedule and you would never allow that—even if he was much more lenient when it came to it.

He still wasn’t sure what to get you for Christmas. He’d got everyone’s gifts besides yours. He hadn’t panicked before, but now it was starting to seep in.

Just as the little rabbit hopped away, his phone rang.

Confused, he picked it up, and then instantly yanked his head away from the phone, the shouts of the dorm over the receiver ringing in his ears.

There was a few calls demanding quiet and hissed hushes until eventually Seonghwa’s voice echoed over the line. “Yeosang?”

“Hyung, hi, is everything ok?” he replied sheepishly, eyes scanning the room for any inquisitive—or worse: irritated—faces looking at him accusatively. He found only one, and after nodding an apology, the lady indignantly turned away. She scoffed, but it allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, yes, everything is just fine. Nothing out of the normal.”

“Hyung, how do you even...” he searched for the right words, “cope...? W-with all of that?” He was so glad he’d moved out.

“What, the members?” There was a chuckle, interrupted by another yell. It sounded like San. God alone knows over what. “To be honest, I have no idea.”

Confused, but unsurprised, Yeosang opted to change the subject. “Seonghwa-hyung, can I help you at all?”

“Ah, yes, Hongjoong-ah wanted to know what Y/N likes. For her Christmas present.”

“Oh, has he not bought one yet? I thought he said he had?” he asked, looking back to the rabbits hopping around their little arena. He felt guilty for even asking that. It wasn’t like he’d bought her one yet either, and he was her boyfriend. Did that make him a bad partner?

“Truth is, none of us have. He just wanted to know so we could organise a group-present, something big perhaps,” Seonghwa sighed, “I told him it was a bad idea, that he’ll never get everyone to agree, not with an entire Yunho and San—and between you and me, a whole Hongjoong—in the house, but he wouldn’t listen. Anyway, maybe a few ideas would help?”

“Oh, yes of course, well, my girlfriend, she is quite—”

At that moment, there was a knock from the outside of the nearby window. His head flicked up, hoping it was the person he wanted to see.

As his eyes met yours, he immediately stood up, struggling to contain his happiness.

“Sorry, hyung, she’s right outside right now, so I’ve got to go, talk later!”

He heard Seonghwa begin to protest calmly in the way he always did when someone was inevitably about to do something he didn’t approve of, like chase a drone or play The Floor is Lava, but it did nothing, much like always, since Yeosang ended the call and dropped his phone back in his pocket without a second thought.

He didn’t hesitate, heading out of the door without a single glance over his shoulder, running over and very nearly knocking heads with you by how close he was when he came to a stop.

“Hey sweetheart,” you greeted, shifting your cacophony of shopping bags further up your arm.

He threw his hands into yours, bringing your fingers to his lips to shower them with kisses, as his beautiful eyes stared into yours relentlessly. “Hi,” he whispered sweetly.

“Have you got everything you need?” you asked with a giggle, trying to retain his gaze, but giving in to let your eyes drop to your hands.  You prayed that his answer would be a yes, you just wanted to go home and hide from the world with him under a blanket.

He hummed in thought, before nodding. “I think so.”

“Yay!” you cheered quietly, placing a kiss on his hand before pulling him by it, leading him towards the train station. Your eyes passed the window of cute animals, getting caught on the sight of a small girl holding a puppy above her head as if it was Simba.  You couldn’t help but smile, but it also sparked a thought in your own head. 

Yeosang had just come from there.

Was he buying you a...?

You couldn’t stop yourself from prying. You were an adult! You were allowed to avoid surprises now and ask about your presents, right? “Hey,” you swung his hand at your side to get his attention (as if you didn’t already have it—let’s face it he’d been captured by your face again so he was already staring right at you), “why were you in a pet store?”

He paused, unsure of an answer himself. “Uh...”

“Last time I checked, we don’t have a pet...” You added ‘yet’ in your head.

“No, we do not,” he agreed.

“Were you buying one? For someone?” you added quickly.

He sighed, shaking his head. “No, I was just waiting for you, and didn’t know where to go so I went in there. It was warm. And the animals are kind of cute.”

“Oh, I see...!”

You let your head fall, trying to hide your disappointment.

Your optimistic side wanted to believe that that’s what someone who was buying you a pet would say. But you could hear the genuine undertones in his voice.

Oh well, the present he would give you would surely be amazing anyway.

He watched your face fall and instantly regretted his words, even though he wasn’t sure what it was that he’d said that had hurt you, or if it was what he said at all.

What had he done?

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Back home, and sat up the dining table, surrounded by a multitude of slates of red and silver and gold, shimmering in the already-dimming sunlight, Yeosang was pouting.

He wouldn’t call himself a perfectionist, but he liked things to be well done and neat. And his wrapping, in his eyes, was not going well.

The thing was, it wasn’t half-bad at all, but he’d looked at your wrapping one too many times, with your precision and calligraphic handwriting, and couldn’t look at his slightly rustically wrapped presents with the same appreciative eye.

You’d noticed his puffed out cheeks and smiled reassuringly. “Sweetheart, your wrapping is fine! Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah, but...”

“No buts!” you asserted. “You aren’t comparing your wrapping to mine, right?”

He shrugged, ears bleary. “I know I shouldn’t, I just... wish I could do what you do.”

“Honey,” you sighed pleadingly, hand reaching across the table to hold his, “I run a craft business that you don’t have time to help out in, it’s no surprise that your wrapping lacks the professional finesse,” you explained, hastily continuing, “but that doesn’t mean it’s bad! It means yours looks like you meant it, and took some time to do it. Mine just looks like I mixed up my friends with my clients!” You laughed, picking at one of the corners of the jewellery box you’d finished covering. “I should really make mine look more like yours, if I want to look genuine.”

He exhaled in a chuckle. “Sure, I guess.”

Not convinced, you continued, “Also, I wish that I could do the things you do—sing, dance, model, act, stare into people’s souls and make them spill everything they know because your eyes are so deep... but how useful would sharing the same skill set be?”

You’d made a good point, one of which he couldn’t disagree with. 

“Please don’t compare yourself to others, Yeosangie,” you pleaded softly, “you’re of a completely different level to everyone else—”

He tried to interject but you shushed him, pressing a finger to his parted lips.

“—and so comparing you to another would be like comparing a star to a campfire. Gosh, you’re so damn beautiful, Yeosang, as an entire being. And I know you can’t see it but I wish you could, I’d do anything for you to see yourself through those ethereal eyes of yours as you see everyone else.”

Your words had moved him, and he felt his heart sink and rise over and over, as if caught in the crests of a turbulent sea. He blinked, speechless and taking a deep breath, worked up the courage to look down at his handiwork.

Perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all.

“You ready to carry on?” you enquired.

Your answer was a smile, and the request for the roll of sellotape. 

Cheering internally, you grinned back, passing him the tape and booping him on the nose as he leant across the table to meet you halfway.

“Yah, that’s my little bunny,” you cooed, deliberately being corny just to elicit a reaction.

And his grimace was exactly what you were after, sending you into a fit of giggles. “Hey, I’m not that bad!” you resisted, words rushed as you struggled to keep another burst of laughter at bay. 

It was that moment though that sparked his brain into gear, bequeathing him with the perfect idea for your Christmas gift.

How had he not thought of this before?

Admittedly it would be a little bit expensive, yes, but with some help from the guys still stuck at the dorm sharing their rooms the losers hehe it could quite easily become a reality.

And it would also help them out in the predicament in trying to work out what to get his girlfriend for Christmas.  Two birds, one stone. 

Genius Kang Yeosang.

“Yeosangie?”  You had your head tilted to match his own, which he’d knocked to the side subconsciously as he thought.

“Yes, love?”

“You ok there? You... really zoned out then.”

“Ah,” he nodded vigorously, “yes! Everything is... perfect! Let’s get these presents wrapped.”

It only occurred to him then, the question of how he was supposed to be able to wrap up a rabbit hutch.

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AN: Welp this turned out longer than expected again. Yeosang is working his way up my bias list—slowly, gradually, but up nonetheless—and it’s slightly scary. 

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(edited 22/01/2020)