#christmas kpop scenarios

[lovecoree]

can you do a smut fic on Felix or hyunjin and they just eat her out till she's begging to stop 😫 please and thank you btw i love your fics especially your bangchan one

omg thank you! I can imagine Hyunjin eating reader out like it’s his last meal! Like he’s just straight up pussy drunk when there having Christmas Eve movie night !

warning; oral sex ( fem receiving ) , not really proof read !

You felt like you were on cloud nine. Your boyfriend, Hyunjin was settled between your legs, giving you immense pleasure as he fucked you on his tongue. Your begging only fueled his energy as he held your legs open wider with his hands as he sucked harshly on your clit causing your body to jolt a little and back arch off the couch.

“Baby- fuck -baby please.” You didn’t know what you were pleading for, but your words couldn’t get out fast enough while you grip his hair, tugging at it which only made Hyunjin groan from the painful yet satisfying pull to his hair.

You honestly didn’t know how you ended in this position. A Christmas Eve movie night turned into you getting eaten out in a heart beat— not that you’re complaining though.

The Christmas movie playing in the background, long forgotten, the nice night view outside the windows as snow passed by and the night moon shining inside, and you, sprawled out on the couch letting your boyfriend eat you out for hours.

“Hyunjin, fuck wait I need a break.” You begged, lips forming into a pout as you whined still feeling sensitive from the past three orgasms your boyfriend made you go through.

Hyunjin mumbled against your sweet cunt, most likely saying something but he couldn’t find the energy to pull away, licking up your arousal in the process. It was like his weakness. “Baby I can’t hear you.” Breathing out, you took the opportunity to push his head away for a split second, it was like you could finally breathe.

You moaned at the sight of your boyfriend’s handsome face, the dimly lit living room shined just perfectly on his face to show the glistening arousal on his swollen lips and chin. “I said, just give me one more mamas, just one more please.”

He didn’t even let you respond, his eyes low and hazy, mind drunk off your pussy. You let out a cry as he dived back in between your legs. “Please baby.” Your voice came out in a whisper, too weak to say it louder, energy slowly leaving your body. “Fuck, Hyunjin I can’t!”

“Yes you can, you’re doing so good for me.”

Hyunjin moved his hand to rub your clit while tongue fucking you in the process. He looked up at you watching the way you react to his touch. God you look beautiful, your face contorted in pleasure and body shaking from pleasure.

He knew you were close because your moan grew louder and your eyes crossed. He took the initiative to plunge two of his long fingers inside you, curling up inside your sweet spot. He sucked on your clit again, to bring you even closer. “Oh my- fuuck.”

He pulled away from his assault on your clit with a lewd pop, “That’s it mamas, cum for me..god you look so pretty right now.” Hyunjin mumbled, fingers never halting as he fucked them deep inside you in a fast pace. “Shit, I’m cumming.” Hyunjin watched your mouth go wide, a silent cry as the knot in your stomach finally broke, “There you go, there she is.” Hyunjin praised.

Your body slumped into the couch while your boyfriend let you ride out your fourth orgasm. “No more, back up.” You said, finally after calming down. Hyunjin laughed while giving you the most sweetest smile, like he just didn’t eat you out first hours on end.

“Ok ok, no more I promise.” He got up off his knees before helping you up and carrying you to y’all shared bedroom. You looked at him confused for a second, “What about the movie?” Hyunjin only shook his head smirking.

“Oh baby, the movie can wait, I promise not to eat you out, that didn’t apply to me fucking you.”

“Hyunjin!”

[loserlvrss]

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (𝐅𝐎𝐑) 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 b. christopher ( 방찬 )

synopsis | you didn’t get your boyfriend anything physical for christmas, but he thought this was a better present anyways.

pairing : bangchan x fem!reader genre : oneshot, smut, established relationship, light comedy warnings : unprotected sex, language, pet names, mentions of pregnancy and babies, reader wears lingerie word count : 1126

authors note : idk what thoughts i had for this but

“Are you serious?” 

You looked to your boyfriend, who obviously needed some reassurance. He even had a dash of sadness written on his pouty lips—as if asking himself how you could play such a cruel prank on him. “Don’t play with me like that, are you kidd—being serious?”

Except it wasn't a joke, you were being serious. 

You debated long and hard about what you wanted, even listening to the many times Chris told you that he wanted a fall baby. So, you thought up a plan to propose the idea, and what better present could you actually think of? 

It just made sense. There was no one else you’d rather have as the father of your children. Mentally, physically and financially you were stable. You wanted it, and you know your boyfriend wanted it just as much, if not more. 

“Chris, I'm not kidding.” You grabbed his hand, the one that was clutching a stupid note you’d written; something about how much you loved and adored him and wanted him to fill your…heart, of course. “This is what I want.” 

“Fuck, okay,” He started mentally stuttering, clumsily pulling you from your seated position on the coffee table to his lap, “like right now?” 

You laughed, putting your soft palms against his cheeks and pulling his face to yours. The kiss was sweet and short lived, but you didn’t pull away far. “Is there a better time?”

No, there wasn’t in actuality. The atmosphere of your living room was softly-lit and warm in comparison to the snowstorm that raged on the other side of the glass. The sun had started setting maybe 5 minutes ago, casting an orange glow through the clouds. You even lit some candles, making the mood romantic by nature. 

There was always something about timing, but right now it was perfect. 

Chris’ lips were attached to yours in less than a second, strong arms caging you chest to chest. He was usually always precise with movements, but he kept clumsily knocking your noses or teeth together, or squeezing your lower body down on to him too hard. He was desperate, and desperately trying to keep control. 

You grabbed his arms, having no difficulty prying them from your torso, and brought them to the hem of your shirt. 

“My love,” You mumbled against his lips, “I got something else for you.” 

He broke from you, trailing kisses down your jaw and neck. You couldn’t help the whimper that bubbled in your throat as his teeth grazed your skin. “I don’t need anything else, just you, baby.” He remarked, “You spoil me.” 

You lifted your own arms with his, the shirt falling somewhere behind you. Underneath the oversized piece of fabric was a red, satin, lace-trimmed asymmetrical slip that barely went past your hip bones. Of course you had the matching thong, afterall, it was an early Christmas gift to yourself…and your boyfriend. 

He gawked, palms running up and down your exposed thighs. “When'd you get this, angel?” 

“Sometime last week,” You replied, staring down at the way he admired you—all of you. There was nothing else he loved more in this world than you, and at first you thought that that was a hard standard to live up to. But, now you know it’s actually quite easy. 

“So fucking gorgeous,” 

Chris made it easy. 

“Me or the outfit?” 

He kissed your shoulder and collarbone, trailing to the deep v-neck the dress created. “You, obviously. As much as I love this on you, I can’t wait to take it off.” 

“Then let’s go to bed, Chris.” 

He wasted absolutely no time, lifting you up with him. You yelped at his sudden movement, grasping him for dear life—though he seemed relaxed, only focused on getting you underneath him in a timely manner. 

And you were, in record speed, left thighs spread in the middle of your king sized bed. Your boyfriend’s hips were aligned with yours, grinding lazily against your heat as his tongue found its way back into your mouth.

You whimpered his name with every brush of his cock against your clit. 

You were just about to beg for him to hurry up when he attached onto one of your nipples, making your back arch into his mouth, and the thought die. 

“Shit,” You hissed into the dark air. Every squeeze of your waist and palming of your (unattended) tit made you need him more. “Chris please—want you to fill me up now.” With a lewd pop he was off of you, staring directly into your eyes again. Your voice lowered intimately, “Need your baby.” 

If he wasn’t such a self-restrained man he would’ve come right then and there, that alone was enough for him. But he knew it wouldn’t be enough for you. And Chris was a lot of things, giver, being close to the top. 

“God, you’re gonna kill me.” His eyes almost rolled back when he felt you take the lead for a second, stroking him and lining him up with your entrance impatiently. “You want to be a mom so bad? You want my baby so bad, angel? Want a little version of you running around, don’t you?” 

You giggled, imagining it. He was a girl-dad, wasn’t he? He treated you so well, you could only imagine how good of a father he’d be. A father you never got to have. 

”Fuck you’ll look so good,” He pushed into you, making your head fly backwards. “God, I can’t wait to be a dad, my love. You’re so beautiful, so fucking perfect. I love you.” 

He kissed you so passionately you almost blocked out the blissed feeling of him inside you, “There’s no one else I’d rather make a father on Christmas,” You tried to joke through the brain fog. “Or any—fuck—other day.” 

Your fingernails dug into his biceps as you clung to him, hips drilling into you faster. It was so good you could barely even make a sound, just lay there and take it with tears rolling down your cheeks. Well, It was always good, but it was different this time: he had a separate purpose than just making you finish a couple times before he did, after all. 

But, God, was he always good at it. 

“C-chris,” Your walls started clamping down on him without warning, teeth almost sinking into his shoulder as your body stiffened and contorted. 

He pushed you through it, prolonging the feeling coursing through you, “Good girl,” He praised, “Do that again for me, hm?” He dropped to him forearms, pressing your body closer again—chest to chest. “Gonna fill you up so many times, fuck, need to make sure, okay? Do it again, come for me and I’ll give you what you want.” 

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[kaiyunsim]

snowed in —

pairing : bf!jake x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

summary : mini-party at jake's place turns into a sleepover due to some weather troubles.

warnings : fluff, maybe some crack, established relationship, features jungwon, riki, jay

a/n : merry christmas to anyone who celebrates ! little gift to my og bias <3

queueing : doughnut - twice, the christmas waltz - laufey, r.e.m - kiss of life

— not proof read — wc : 1.4k —

the snow has been falling for hours now, a steady, quiet blanket of white wrapping the world outside. jake’s house is always cozy, but tonight, with the storm in full swing, it feels like a true sanctuary.

you’re curled up on the couch with jake, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders. your head rests against his chest, and the familiar thrum of his heartbeat is your favorite kind of background noise.

“okay, but hear me out,” riki says from the floor, his legs stretched out as he balances a mug of hot chocolate on his knee. “if we really are snowed in, we should do, like, survival drills or something. build a fort. prepare for the worst.”

jungwon rolls his eyes. “you mean prepare for bedtime? it’s not like we’re stranded in the wilderness.”

“i’m just saying—”

“you’re just being dramatic,” jay interrupts, shooting riki a look before turning back to the christmas movie playing on the tv.

jake chuckles softly beside you. “we’re literally trapped in here because of a snowstorm, and he’s still trying to find a way to make it chaotic.”

“it’s his thing,” you reply, glancing up at him with a smile. his hand brushes along your arm absentmindedly, warm and soothing.

the night starts out simple enough—a little christmas gathering with your closest friends. there are snacks, cheesy holiday music, and plenty of laughter. but when the snowstorm hits harder than expected, it becomes clear that no one is going home tonight.

“you doing okay?” jake asks quietly, his voice low so the others don’t overhear.

you nod, your fingers toying with the edge of his sweater. “more than okay. this is nice.”

his lips curve into a smile, his gaze soft as he looks at you. “yeah, it is.”

hours later, after the group finally decides to call it a night, you and jake find yourselves alone in the living room. jungwon, riki, and jay claim the guest rooms, and the house grows quiet except for the faint crackling of the fireplace.

jake stretches, his sweater riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of skin, and you try not to get distracted. “so,” he says, turning to you with that boyish grin you love so much, “we’re officially snowed in together. how does it feel?”

you laugh, leaning back against the couch, no longer holding back from the distraction as you place a hand on his waist, “honestly? it feels kind of perfect.”

“perfect, huh?” he teases, flopping down beside you. “what makes it perfect? me?”

“obviously.” you roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you.

“i knew it,” he says, leaning closer. his arm finds its way back around your shoulders, and he pulls you in. “you can’t resist my charm.”

“i literally see you trip over your own feet at least twice a week. what charm?”

he gasps, pretending to be offended. “wow, the betrayal. after everything i’ve done for you.”

“what have you done for me?”

“um, i made you hot chocolate earlier. that’s, like, boyfriend of the year behavior.”

you shake your head, laughing softly. “you’re ridiculous.”

“but you love me anyway,” he says, his voice dropping slightly. his teasing expression softens as he looks at you, and you feel your heart do that familiar flutter it always does around him.

“yeah,” you say quietly, “i do.”

his smile is small but genuine, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

later, jake suggests going outside. “just for a little bit,” he says, tugging on his coat. “the snow looks too good to waste.”

you hesitate, glancing at the frost-covered windows. “it’s freezing out there.”

“i’ll keep you warm,” he promises, holding out his hand.

you roll your eyes but let him help you into your coat. moments later, you’re stepping out into the snow, the cold biting at your cheeks.

“see?” jake says, turning to you with a grin. “totally worth it.”

the yard is quiet and untouched, the snow shimmering under the soft glow of the fairy lights strung along the fence. jake crouches down to scoop up a handful of snow, packing it into a loose ball.

“don’t you dare,” you warn, backing away.

he laughs, tossing the snowball aside. “relax. i wouldn’t risk my life like that.”

“good choice,” you say, crossing your arms to fight the chill.

jake steps closer, his breath visible in the cold air. “you’re cold,” he says matter-of-factly, reaching out to tuck your scarf tighter around your neck.

“you think?”

he ignores your sarcasm, his hands lingering on your shoulders. “come here,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms.

you don’t protest, letting him wrap you up in his warmth. his chin rests on the top of your head, and for a moment, the world feels impossibly still.

“you know,” he says after a while, his voice soft, “i don’t think i’ve ever loved winter as much as i do right now.”

you tilt your head to look up at him. “is that so?”

“yeah.” he smiles, brushing a snowflake from your hair. “it’s definitely my favorite season now.”

“because of the snow?”

“because of you.”

his words hang in the air, simple but heartfelt. your cheeks warm despite the cold, and you lean up to kiss him. his lips are warm against yours, the kiss soft and unhurried.

when you pull back, jake is smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “yeah,” he says quietly, “definitely my favorite season.”

—

you wake the next morning feeling groggy and unusually warm. your throat is scratchy, and your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton. groaning softly, you roll over on the couch, only to find jake sitting beside you, his expression already filled with concern.

“morning,” he says, reaching out to brush your hair back. “how’re you feeling?”

“not great,” you admit, your voice hoarse.

before jake can respond, jungwon wanders into the room, still half-asleep. “why does it sound like someone’s dying in here?”

“y/n’s sick,” jake explains, handing you a glass of water he must have prepared earlier.

“what? how?” riki appears next, rubbing his eyes. “we were all fine yesterday.”

“maybe it was the snowball fight,” jay suggests as he joins the group. “too much exposure to the cold.”

you shake your head, though even that small movement makes you wince. “i was fine last night…”

but jake doesn’t say anything. he just gives you a look—one that’s equal parts fond and apologetic, giving a small chuckle after.

“wait,” jungwon says, narrowing his eyes. “what aren’t you telling us?”

jay crosses his arms, clearly intrigued. “yeah, spill.”

jake sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “we… uh… went outside again. after everyone else went to bed.”

“you what?” jungwon looks horrified.

“it was his idea,” you croak, pointing a weak finger at jake.

“hey!” he protests, though his grin gives him away. “you didn’t have to come with me.”

riki shakes his head, looking more amused than anything. “you’re both ridiculous.”

“yeah, but it was worth it,” jake says, his gaze soft as he looks at you.

you roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. even with a sore throat and a pounding headache, you can’t stay mad at him.

“just so we’re clear,” jay says, “you’re both banned from making decisions for the rest of the day.”

jake laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “deal.”

“but seriously,” jungwon says, his tone more serious now, “you need to rest.”

“yes, mom,” you mumble, rolling your eyes, earning a chuckle from everyone.

as the group disperses, jake stays by your side, fussing over you like a mother hen. and despite how awful you feel, there’s something comforting about his presence—about the way he tucks the blanket tighter around you and makes sure you always have tea or water within reach. full of golden retriever energy.

“you know,” he says later, once the others are busy with their own things, “i feel kinda bad.”

“you should,” you tease weakly, leaning against him.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, his voice soft. “but i’d do it all over again if it meant getting to spend more time with you.”

you sigh, smiling despite yourself. “you’re lucky i love you. and merry christmas, jake.”

“i know,” he says, his grin unmistakable. “merry christmas, baby.”

[mlyscha]

𝒥𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 & 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌

( ENHYPEN ── 𝒻𝗼𝗿. 𝓜OMENTS. ) ౨ৎ ℐ𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 . . . they make christmas gifts with their own hands (with you). 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 : fluff, festive. 𝓌𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌! simple and resumed writing. ( 𝗐𝖼. 9OO ) 𝓮𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮' … 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋-𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 ༘ . 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝒶-𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. happy christmas everybody!! enjoy some time with your family, friends and beloved ones. i hope many many good things reach you! and if you don't celebrate christmas, i wish you a great day full of happiness! <3 and by the way, i am on a vacation so this might not be thaaaat good but try to enjoy this christmas headcanon i wrote with so much love.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍! ♡ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾&𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀&𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝒽eeseung ( 희승 )

YOU AND HEESEUNG WERE PLANNING to do something memorable this christmas, celebrating not just the presents, but love.

therefore, heeseung decided to craft essences with you and then trade perfumes. you had never heard of that kind of craft shop before, but it was pretty amusing.

it was cute watching him all cute listening to the instructions, making sure that your perfume was matching your vibe and how he liked it ─ of course.

in the end of the “class”, he gifted the perfume in a small white box, adorned with a loose pink ribbon─ because he couldn’t tie it right. meanwhile, you gifted his in a small black box adorned with a red ribbon. also, you could write a letter to yourself or your loved one, gifting love to the one you love. with that, he couldn’t hold himself but write: For this and lots more christmas, I love you forever, Heeseung.

𝒿ongseong ( 제이 )

JONGSEONG LOVES PAMPERING YOU WITH gifts, but this christmas, you told him you wanted to create memories: going to a fancy necklace craft shop.

the necklace shop offered crafting silver or gold jewellery that could last for life— meaning that it wasn’t supposed to get oxidised.

there was a plenty of fun ways to create your jewellery. therefore, you and jongseong decided to go for a digital print design with a simple note on the back.

you went for a gold piece because you thought it made your boyfriend’s skin and beauty pop, getting your digital print done and writing: Mine, yours, ours forever. meanwhile he wrote: I love you, thank you, forever— simple but meaningful, for sure.

𝒿aeyun ( 제이크 )

JAEYUN LOVES SPENDING TIME WITH you, and nothing better than gifting him quality time while crafting gifts for each other; for christmas. with that, you brought him to a pottery shop, hoping he would enjoy pottering like the last time— on valentine’s day.

and oh boy, jaeyun liked that. besides him looking at you in a certain way while carving the bottom of the pot with his hands, it was overall very amusing and cute.

in the end, after the pottery was completely dry, a beautiful painting could be created. and of course, jaeyun with his cheesiness problems, painted you and him with a christmas tree on the side, writing: christmas with bae! 12/25. ( y/n is the cutest <3 )

𝓈unghoon ( 성훈 )

SUNGHOON BROUGHT TO A RING crafting shop, because he thought: i want matching rings, ‘cause— pffftt… just one couple ring isn’t enough!

with that, you two went to a fancy ring crafting shop from a luxury jewellery brand. you both went for the silver ring— since it is a dating ring —and then added each others initials in a tiny font (to keep it more discreet and elegant); and then wrote on the side of the hoop the date and a little note: Forever our love, forever us.

and by the way, sunghoon while crafting this ring with you, couldn’t be more excited to one day make this a big surprise, asking you to be his fiancé.

𝓈unoo ( 선우 )

SUNOO IS A SOFTIE FOR handmade things, always writing a letter for you besides the present he is giving to you. and this time, for christmas, he decided to buy a bracelet kit— in which you could create your own bracelet.

you were so excited because it reminded you of your childhood and now you are complementing this memory with your loved one.

after many laughter, smooches and enthusiasm, you both finished and gave it to each other. both of you tried to match each others vibe, and it was successful!

sunoo loved the bracelet you made for him and you absolutely loved what he design for you, focusing on your name formed by the beads he carefully placed one by one. this is the proof christmas is more than presents, but about moments and simplicity.

𝒿ungwon ( 정원 )

JUNGWON REALLY WANTED SOMETHING MEANINGFUL and beautiful to gift for you for christmas.

his idea was lovely: bring you to necklace shop in which they take a very close-upped picture of each other’s iris and turn it into a beautiful memory that can be hanged around your neck.

you found the idea pretty amusing and beautiful once you heard about he’s plans, so he counted your amusement and brought you to the crafting shop— a fancy place, by the way.

you could choose between silver and gold jewellery and you matched his choice. overall, the picture came out really pretty and the necklace is kept around jungwon’s neck forever since; saying he is bringing a piece of you with him everywhere.

𝓇iki ( 니키 )

RIKI WANTED TO GIVE YOU something useful but at the same time meaningful. thinking like that, he decided to personalise a hoodie that at the same time matched his— couple like outfit.

so he took you to this cosy personalisation crafting shop and asked them to personalise a hoodie, describing what he wanted to write and the vision he was going for; letting the shop take it on their own hands to design it.

however, riki precisely asked to be the one painting it— with you, of course.

in the end, the hoodies came out so cute and a memorable moment was created. the design matched christmas and each other, but at the same time it looked kind of romantic and soft.

and of course, can’t forget about a specific part of the design in which his hoodie says: I love christmas. and yours said: I am christmas!

© 𝓪𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝓮, 𝗺𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗰𝗵��� 𝗌𝓽𝓾𝖽𝗂𝗈𝓼. ⋆ 24.

[4linos]

the ugly truth.

lee know x gn!reader

synopsis: thinking it's an ugly sweater competition, minho is tricked into wearing an ugly sweater to seungmin’s party. the joke is evident as he enters, but minho ends up taking the spotlight and laughing along.

wc: 600

(a/n: part 1/8 holiday series 🎄.)

You and Minho were getting ready for Seungmin's Christmas party when you double-checked the invitation on your phone. "Ugly sweater party," it announced, and Minho took it very seriously. He was currently adjusting his excessively flashy sweater in the mirror, which was bright green with blinking lights, a plush Santa stitched to the front, and an obnoxiously huge "Ho Ho Ho" on the back.

"Do I look amazing or what?" Minho grinned and spun for you.

"You look... something," you joked.

Just as you were about to leave, your phone vibrated with a text from Felix.

felix: I don't think seungmin expects minho to wear an ugly sweater.

felix: the prank is just for minho

felix: no one else is dressed up lol

Your stomach dropped but you could immediately imagine Minho going into the party, clueless, thinking he was killing the theme. It was going to be hilarious. You quickly texted Felix back.

you: Say nothing.

you: I'll handle it.

"Actually," you said, putting on a casual jacket, "Felix said he accidentally grabbed my sweater and took it home. I'll just take it from him when we get there."

Minho shrugged. "It's your loss. All of the attention will be on me anyway."

When the door to Seungmin's apartment opened, you could tell Felix wasn't kidding. Everyone inside was dressed in trendy, casual holiday outfits, with nothing close to ugly sweaters.

Minho stepped in confidently, his sweater's LED lights glowing obnoxiously in sync with a muffled Christmas song.

Then, all at once, laughter erupted. Seungmin doubled over, pointing to Minho's sweater, as Chan and Hyunjin howled from the couch. Felix gave you a thumbs-up from across the room, hardly holding back his laughter.

Minho froze, looking at the crowd and then back to you. His eyes narrowed as he realized what had happened. "Wait a minute," he murmured softly, his ears starting to get red. "You KNEW this wasn't an ugly sweater party, didn't you?"

You struggled to keep a straight expression, but it was difficult. "What? No! I thought it was! Why else would you look so...?" You nodded vaguely at him, stifling a laugh, "Festive?"

"You don't even have your sweater!" he accused, tugging on the side of your jacket.

"I told you," you said casually. "Felix took mine. "I'll grab it later."

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair as everyone else laughed. Seungmin approached, wiping away tears in his eyes. "You might be the highlight of the night," he remarked, chuckling. "That sweater is a masterpiece."

Minho shot him a glare before turning back to you, his embarrassment only growing as you couldn't stop laughing. "You're so dead when we get home," he whispered, his voice tinged with laughter.

"Oh, come on," you teased, brushing his chest, which prompted yet another blinking pattern. "You are stealing the show! Besides, you look adorable."

He let out an exaggerated groan but couldn't stop a slight smirk from spreading across his face. "This is the last time I trust any of you."

The rest of the night was spent with everyone taking pictures of Minho in his ridiculous sweater. Eventually, he couldn't help but laugh along especially when Seungmin declared him the "best prank victim" award.

On the way home, Minho finally sighed, squeezing your hand. “You’re lucky I have a good sense of humor.”

“Hey, it was worth it,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re still the life of the party. No one can top that sweater.”

“Next year,” he warned, “I’m getting my revenge on Seungmin. And you.”

//

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nini’s notes

in honor of this silly holiday fic..here’s some clips of 2min laughing at/teasing each other (🐰 🐶 🐰🐶)

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[antinitoniny]

santa doesn't know you like i do

"i wonder if santa could bring a whole damn 6ft man this midnight" you said, pouring yourself another glass of red wine.

"...is that what you wished for this christmas?" anton, your best friend asked. he seems concerned & LOOKS concerned.

"i mean, i can't really think of anything i want for christmas except for an intelligent, hot, athletic, 6foot man to ruin my 2025." you said

you & anton have been friends since your womb era considering the fact that both of your parents have been friends for decades.

your friendship is basically fixed & y'all can't do anything about it anymore. proven & tested when you tried to cut him off during elementary after stabbing his arm with a pencil but you found each other in one dining table the next evening.

now that your parents wanted some time to themselves, the "kids" are left to take care of the house this christmas eve.

now, you're sitting on the couch next to anton, trying to figure out how the hell would santa fit in the chimney.

"you brought the cookies out, didn't you?" you asked, checking the table near the tree.

"for santa? are we seriously gonna do that?" anton asked, looking at you like you're some 5-year-old.

"um, no? it's for my future husband that he's bringing over." you rolled your eyes jokingly.

"what did you wish for anyway?" you asked

"i wished for someone to like me back" anton said, sitting back comfortably, looking at the ceiling.

silence.

anton waited for your response but you weren't saying anything. curious (and nervous), anton looked at you to check your reaction.

there you are, spacing out.

"what's on your mind?" anton asked, popping your lil bubble.

"how the hell would santa grant that? it's not like he can put that in a box & leave it under the tree" you said

anton laughed loudly for a minute or two which made you think that he's going insane.

anton, on the other hand, found your thoughts funny. he expected you to tease him about his lil crush or ask him about who it is. but instead, you were worrying about santa.

"i can't think of anything else. plus, i don't really believe in santa." anton replied

silence.

but this time, it was because the conversation was done. silence has never been awkward with anton which is mainly why you've learned to love anton's company.

his presence doesn't make you worry about what you're gonna say next nor how you're gonna continue the conversation. you can just exist in one place in silence & it can be the best hours of your day.

"what exactly did you write to santa?" anton asked, looking at you. for some reason, you felt nervous to look back & engage in eye contact so you stared at the tree.

"good morning, santa. if i'm on your good kid list, i'd like to have a good company for christmas. preferably a 6ft man in his 20s, smart, nice, soft spoken, family oriented, athletic, and hot. thank you, santa. merry christmasㅡ with a bunch of hearts" you recited from your memory.

"that's basically me" anton whispered

"huh? are you badmouthing me on christmas?" you raised your brow

"i said that your wish is not that specific" he said sarcastically.

"santa observed me for years as a good kid, he knows me & he knows my type" you rolled your eyes jokingly at him

"i've been with you for more than a decade, i think i know you more than santa" anton mindlessly replied

"your point being?" you asked

anton gulped. he doesn't know what he's going to say & confessing to his longtime crush is definitely not part of his 2024 bingo card.

"that i'm more than qualified than santa in fulfilling your wish" anton said confidently, succeeding in hiding his nervousness (at least in his end)

"i don't think any of your friends fit the criteria" you said, lowkey hoping that anton will offer himself

"i do" and he did

"huh?"

"i fit your criteria, don't i? am i not enough as a christmas gift?" anton teased, leaning over to your side of the couch. anton's confidence grew once he saw how flustered you are.

"hahaha what are you saying? stop it hahahaㅡ i wonder if they're home? i'll checkㅡ" you said, standing up to go to the front door. your face is obviously heating up from the unexpected turn of events.

"i like you" anton interrupted you. you stood frozen to your spot, looking at anton who's already looking at you.

"i love our little moments together like how we spent hours just walking around town last weekend, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. you make the most random things feel important." anton smiled while recalling your little moments together. you couldn't help but smile as well.

"it's the way you laugh at your own jokes, even when no one else does. it's honestly one of my favorite things. you'll say something dumb, then look at me with that "I know it was bad but I’m laughing anyway" expression, and I’ll always laugh too, because I get it. " anton said, slightly teasing you. you rolled your eyes jokingly, chuckling of how accurate he is as if he has read your mind during those moments.

"also, right, you've always hated wearing those big jackets in the winter, but I know you’d never leave the house without it because someone else might be cold. i mean, you always let someone borrow your jacket without a second thoughtㅡyou act like it’s no big deal, but I know it’s because you don’t mind being a little uncomfortable if it means someone else feels better." anton continued.

his words warmed your heart. you didn't know that he noticed that.

"is that why you always wear two jackets and i somehow find a magic jacket on my shoulder?" you laughed

"yeah, and you always tease me about how dramatic i am for wearing two jackets." anton sighed

"you could've just made me hold the other jacket just in case" you said

"you hate holding stuffㅡ it's always ME who's holding your bag anywhere" anton quickly rebutted which made you zip your mouth.

anton chuckled and continued.

"anyway, i admire your perspective on different things & how you view people. it's like, no matter how messy the situation looks, you always manage to find the good in it. you see beauty in the things other people might miss, like how you can walk through a crowded street and notice a little detail, like the color of someone’s shoes or the way a kid is laughing, that makes everything feel lighter. " he said.

"there’s something about the way you move through the world—so real, so unbothered, but always with purpose—that makes me want to be better too."

anton said, looking at you sincerely.

"i can’t help but fall more for the person you are when no one’s looking. I’m not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, you became someone I want to know more, be more, and be with." anton said, walking closer to you.

"so.. merry christmas?" anton laughed the awkwardness off.

"i don't know what to say, i'm really bad at words" you said, tearing up

"obviously, i'm aware. you're not obligated to say anythingㅡ i just wanted toㅡ i just felt likeㅡ" anton's words were soon interrupted by you.

"i love you. like, fuck it, i stabbed you with a pencil when we were 7 because i was sad because you didn't like me" you confessed. you were so close to crying because of anton's words and anton just stood there, laughing his ass off.

"you're pretty violent..." anton said, acting so offended

"h-heyㅡ"

"i'm sorry for the late confession. i should've known." anton suddenly said. he was about to say more but you immediately interrupted him with a hug.

"...maybe i should start believing in santa" anton chuckled, burying his face on your neck.

"merry christmas, ant." you said, breaking the hug to look at him.

"oh my god. thank you, santa" anton said, completely taken away by your beauty & by the thought of how the situation escalated to this.

you laughed at how chaotic he is. the anton you love, the anton you've loved that seemed to have never changedㅡ and you're glad that he didn't.

"i actually wrote your name on my santa wishlist" you confessed

"good to know. after all, santa won't give you somebody that loves you more than me".

[crisscreen]

.  ⋆ I.n lockscreens ･˳ ⋆

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Christmas Cookies | Hongjoong

❄️ Pairing: Dad!Hongjoong x Mum!Reader ❄️ Requested by: Anon ❄️ Synopsis: Making christmas cookies with the family doesn't go to plan. ❄️ Word Count: 1,203 ❄️ Warnings: None. I tried to make this as different from Cookies that I wrote last year as I could. I also used the family from Interruption/Corruption but this is like set in the future kinda. ❄️ Taglist: Open. I am renewing my tag lists for 2025. Please read this post if you want to stay on them- tag list renewal (dec 01-31 2024).

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Hongjoong steps into the kitchen hoping to find something to eat, instead his eyes widening at the sight of his wife and daughter covered in flour, while their little boy, not even a year old, snoozes peacefully in a carrier on his mother's back. Scattered across the kitchen counters is ingredients and utensils to make Christmas cookies.  

"What's going on here?" He asks, gaining the attention of his small family. 

"Appa, come make Christmas cookies with us!" Eun-ae says excitedly, dropping the cookie dough that's in her hand on the counter. 

"Honey, you do realize we have a baker who can make cookies for us, right?" Hongjoong replies, surveying the mess before checking the time on his watch. "And it’s nearly 11:30 PM. Why are you both still awake?"  

"She was asleep, but then she had a nightmare," Y/N explains recalling the moment she rushed to Eun-ae's room, heart racing and gun in hand at the sound of her daughter's terrified cries. Relief washed over her when Eun-ae told her she had a scary dream. Their daughter wouldn't tell her what it was about but refused to calm down until Y/N promised her that daddy wasn't far from coming home. "I thought baking Christmas cookies would be a good distraction until you got home." 

"And what about our little guy?" he asks, taking off his suit jacket and grabbing an apron from the hooks by the door.  

"He woke up shortly after," she replies. "He wouldn’t settle back down either."  

"Well, he’s out cold now," Hongjoong says tying the apron at the back and peering into the carrier as he joins them. He smiles seeing his son sleeping soundly, completely unaware of the floury chaos his sister is creating. "What do you need me to do?" he asked Eun-ae, who was clearly leading the cookie-making operation. 

Eun-ae's eyes light up with joy as she points to a bowl filled with cookie dough. "Can you roll that out so we can make shapes with these?" she asked, directing her tiny finger toward the array of cookie cutters laid out before her. All of them are Christmas themed shapes. 

"And Eomma will clean up a bit," Y/N adds, reaching for the paper towels. As she starts tidying up, she steals a glance at her husband and daughter, watching him roll out the dough while Eun-ae picks out her favorite shapes. A smile spreads across her face. Despite it being so late, moments like these are what makes everything she does for her family seem worth it and she'll do it all over again if she had too.  

Once the cookies are baking in the oven and the kitchen counter is much tidier, Y/N feels Eun-chan starting to stir awake. "Joong," she softly calls to her husband who's watching the cookies bake with Eun-ae as she rambles on about what colour she wants to ice them. "I think Channie's waking up," she informs him as he turns to look at her.  

"Step back a little. I don’t want you to get burned," Hongjoong cautions Eun-ae, noticing she has she's moved a little too close to the oven. After she steps back, he makes his way over to Y/N, looks inside the carrier, finding Eun-chan's big brown eyes staring right back him and lifts him out as Y/N unbuckles the carrier, taking it off. 

Hongjoong cradles him close, whispering lyrics to a song that make the baby coo softly, his tiny fingers curling around his father's shirt as he nestles his head against his chest. It doesn't take long for Eun-chan to fall back into a peaceful slumber, his little breaths steady and calm. 

"I should go put him back in his crib," Y/N says quietly, not wanting to disturb her son's sleep. 

"I can do," Hongjoong assures her. "You just sit down and relax while the cookies bake."  He presses a quick peck to her lip before disappearing out of the kitchen after promising Eun-ae he'll be back in a few minutes.  

When Hongjoong re-enters the kitchen fifteen minutes later, he finds Eun-ae in tears for the second time that evening. "What’s wrong?" he asks, a bit alarmed, taking in his daughter’s distraught appearance while Y/N looks a bit disheartened.  

"I think we might have messed up the recipe," Y/N explains, putting on the oven mitt and pulling the tray of cookies from the oven. The cookies have completely lost their shape, turning into blobs of melted cookie dough. The once-promising batch of cookies now resembled a chaotic, gooey mess rather than the perfectly shaped treats they had envisioned.  

Hongjoong's eyes widen in surprise, and he quickly moves closer to inspect the disaster. "Oh no," he murmurs, trying to suppress a chuckle at the sight. "What happened?"  

Y/N sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I think I might have mismeasured the flour. I was distracted by Eun-chan waking up and..." She glances at Eun-ae, who is still sniffling, her big eyes glistening with tears.  

Eun-ae wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand, her disappointment evident. "But I wanted to decorate them with red and green icing! Now we can't even do that!" she cries, her voice trembling.  

Hongjoong kneels down beside her, his expression softening. "Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. Sometimes things don’t go as planned, but that doesn't mean we can't make the most of it," he tries to assure her. "How about this, we decorate these ones, make them all nice and pretty and then we can enjoy them with milk. Then tomorrow I can talk to Mrs Lee and ask her if you can help her make some more cookies. How does that sound?" 

Eun-ae sniffs, her tears slowing as she considers his words. "You really think we can make them look nice?" she asks. 

"The three of us doing it together, I think we can," he smiles. 

"Okay, Appa," she agrees even though her expression is sceptical.  

Hongjoong picks her up and carries her to the kitchen counter, placing her on one of the stools. "Now let's make these cookies pretty again," he says, confidently picking up one of the icing bags. 

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[starrynini05]

santa tell me – roseanne park x barista!reader

summary: you can't help but wonder, is she really staying?

warnings: none (rosé is referred to as chae sometimes)

tags: idol!rosé ; non-idol!reader ; established relationship ; winter au ; first christmas ; holiday au

genre: fluff

word count: 1.1k

It was mid-December in Seoul, and the city gleamed like a scene straight out of a holiday movie. Snowflakes fluttered gently from the sky, blanketing the streets in a pristine white coat. The smell of roasted chestnuts wafted through the air, mingling with the faint notes of Christmas carols drifting from nearby shops. Couples walked hand in hand bundled in scarves and puffy jackets, clutching steaming cups of hot chocolate, their laughter mixing with the cheerful hum of the season.

Y/n adjusted her beanie as the biting wind nipped at her cheeks, making them flush. Pulling her scarf tighter around her neck, she glances softly at Roseanne, her six-month girlfriend. She was effortlessly stunning, even in the biting cold, her sharp features softened by the glow of fairy lights strung along the street. Her gloved hand held Y/n’s firmly, her thumb occasionally brushing against her knuckles in a way that sent warmth straight to the shorter girl's heart.

They had met almost a year ago while Y/n was working overtime in a café near the blonde’s studio. The Aussie singer stumbled upon the cute café after an exhausting recording session for her latest single, needing a place to relax and unwind. As she noticed the cute barista in the counter Chae didn’t waste her time trying to make small talk with her. This started a series of little dates and outings that had you both happy and smitten. After a couple of months and careful consideration, they finally made it official. This was their first Christmas season as a couple, and Y/n was equally excited and nervous.

The barista’s heart fluttered at how natural it felt to be with the blonde girl. Yet, there was a lingering doubt she couldn’t shake. Every time the holiday music played in the background, particularly that song, her mind echoed Ariana Grande’s lyrics:

"Santa, tell me if you're really there... 'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year." She knew dating the idol came with its own set of challenges, the possibility of it not lasting making her dizzy.

As they wandered into a Christmas market near Gwanghwamun Square, they noticed the stalls brimming with holiday trinkets, handmade ornaments, and steaming snacks. The festive energy buzzed all around them, but Y/n’s thoughts were miles away. Rosie squeezed her hand lightly, drawing her back to the moment.

“You’ve been quiet today,” she said, her voice soft but laced with curiosity. “Is everything okay?”

Hmm?” Y/n looked up at her, startled. “Oh, I’m fine. Just… thinking.”

“About what?” the idol asked, leading her toward a stall selling intricately crafted glass ornaments.

“About Christmas,” she admitted, her eyes scanning the delicate baubles sparkling under the warm light. “And us.”

Chae arched an eyebrow, pausing to study her face. “Us? Should I be worried?”

Y/n laughed, though it was a bit forced. “No, it’s nothing bad! It’s just… this time of year always feels so magical. But at the same time, it makes me think about the future. Like, will we be doing this next year? Or the year after that?”

Chaeyoung’s expression softened as she reached for an ornament shaped like a snowflake. “You’re worried about next Christmas already sweetheart?”

Y/n shrugged, trying to play it off. “Maybe. I guess I’m just trying to figure out how much to let myself… believe in all of this.”

Setting the ornament down, Chae turned to her fully, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re overthinking again.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing under the brown-eyed girl’s gaze. “But can you blame me?”

Rosé didn’t reply right away, instead brushing a stray snowflake off her hair. “Stay here for a second,” she said suddenly, her tone light but determined.

“Rosie, what—”

Before she could finish, the blond darted off toward a stall a few steps away, leaving her standing in the middle of the bustling market. Y/n crossed her arms, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her breath visible in the frosty air. She wondered what her girlfriend was up to when she caught sight of her handing cash to the vendor and pocketing something small.

When she returned, she hid whatever she’d bought behind her back, her grin sheepish but endearing. “Close your eyes,” she said.

The brunette frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” the singer insisted, stepping closer.

With a sigh and a playful roll of her eyes, Y/n complied, standing still as the chill nipped at her cheeks.

“Okay, open.”

When she did, she found herself staring at a small red box tied with a golden ribbon. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Rosie …”

“Before you get any ideas, it’s not *that*,” Rosé teased, her laughter warm and low. “Just open it.”

Y/n untied the ribbon carefully, her fingers trembling slightly. Inside was a simple silver charm bracelet, its single charm a tiny snowman with a red scarf. Y/n felt her throat tighten as she traced the charm with her fingertips.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, looking up at the golden-haired girl.

“I saw it and thought of you,” she said, her tone turning uncharacteristically serious. “It’s just the first charm, though. My idea is to add a new one every Christmas we spend together. That way, you’ll never have to wonder if I’ll be here next year, or the year after that.”

Y/n blinked rapidly, trying to fight back tears. The gesture was simple, yet it carried so much weight. “You mean…”

“I mean I’m not going anywhere,” Roseanne said, her smile softening. “So, you don’t have to ask Santa or worry about next Christmas. I’m all in, princess.”

She threw her arms around the taller girl’s neck, burying her face in her pink scarf to hide the happy tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’re the best gift I could ever ask for.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” she teased, wrapping her arms around the brunette tightly.

The rest of the evening felt like a dream. They strolled through the market, sipping hot cocoa and admiring the festive lights, their worries melting away with every laugh and shared glance.

Later, as they stood in front of a massive Christmas tree glowing with golden lights, Y/n glanced up at Rosie, her heart full. Maybe she didn’t need to ask Santa this year. She already had everything she wanted right here.

[st4rlvr]

Let it snow ||CSN

“I got it!” my brother, Jisung, shouted as he rushed to the door.

A moment later, I heard the familiar sound of San’s voice. San had been part of our family traditions for years. He was an exchange student from Korea who had lived with us during Jisung’s senior year of high school, and even after moving out, he remained a constant in our lives. With most of his family so far away, he’d celebrated every holiday with us since he arrived.

“Y/N!” Jisung called, sticking his head into the kitchen. “San’s here!”

I wiped my hands on a dish towel and walked out to the hallway, where San stood, shaking snow off his coat. His dark hair was slightly damp from the snowflakes, and his usual easy smile lit up his face.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted me warmly.

“Hi, San,” I said, smiling back. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” He handed me a small gift bag. “For you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” I said, feeling my cheeks warm as I took the bag.

“You’ll like it,” he said confidently, then grinned as he followed Jisung into the living room.

The evening went on as usual—dinner, games, and laughter filling every corner of the house. San was as much a part of the family as Jisung, teasing me like an older brother one moment and complimenting my baking skills the next.

Later that night, after everyone else had either gone to bed or sprawled out in the living room watching a Christmas movie, I wandered out to the back porch to get some fresh air. Snow was falling softly, covering the yard in a glittering blanket of white.

“Cold out here, isn’t it?” San’s voice startled me, and I turned to see him stepping outside, hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, but it’s nice,” I said, pulling my sweater tighter around me.

He leaned against the porch railing beside me, his breath fogging in the air. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

“What’s up?” I asked, tilting my head to look at him.

He hesitated for a moment, his dark eyes searching mine. “I know it’s kind of random to bring this up now, but… I really like you, Y/N. More than I probably should, considering you’re Jisung’s sister.”

My heart skipped a beat. “You… what?”

“I like you,” he repeated, his voice softer this time. “I’ve liked you for a while. But I didn’t want to say anything and ruin what we have, especially since your family’s been so good to me. Tonight just felt like the right time to tell you.”

I stared at him, unsure of what to say. San, who had always been so steady and confident, looked almost nervous.

“You don’t have to say anything now,” he added quickly. “I just wanted you to know.”

I took a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs. “San, I…” I trailed off, feeling the warmth of his confession melting away the chill. “I like you too.”

His eyes lit up, and the nervous tension in his posture eased. “You do?”

I nodded, a smile breaking across my face. “Yeah. I just never thought you’d feel the same way.”

He laughed softly, running a hand through his hair. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to act normal around you all this time.”

“Well,” I said, stepping closer, “you don’t have to act anymore.”

San smiled, reaching out to take my hand. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, San,” I replied, feeling my heart flutter as the snow fell softly around us.

[kpop-with-mars]

|12 Days of Drabbles| |Day 3: Last Stop|

{ArtStudent!Hongjoong X Male!Reader}

{Plot; Hongjoong is on a bus to an art exhibit when a certain someone falls asleep on his shoulder.}

{Word count; 670}

{Tags; Non-idol au, male reader, Fluf, Awkward situations (they cute tho)}

Hongjoong threw away his plastic coffee cup in the trash, and with his book bag’s strap on his shoulder, he went aboard the bus; it would only be a good 20 minutes to the nearest art exhibit. “Hey, is it fine if I sit here?” Another guy, Hongjoong guessed was around his age, asked with a polite smile; he looked almost as tired as Hongjoong was; he probably hadn’t had any coffee like Hongjoong had earlier. “Yeah.” Hongjoong replied, and the other man slumped down in the seat beside Hongjoong and rested his head back; his fluttering eyelids told Hongjoong he was trying not to doze off.

The next few minutes proved to be a bit of a snooze fest for the stranger next to Hongjoong; he was asleep faster than a kid on Christmas Eve, and he took it as his cue to really look at the man. His features and form intrigued Hongjoong, and his questions grew as he looked at him with a studious gleam in his eyes. Why was this guy so sleepy? Was he a student at some university or school like Hongjoong was?. His pencil pressed onto the paper of his notebook in the shape of the man before he realized it; artists drew strangers all the time; Hongjoong drew countless art models in his classes as well; besides, it wasn’t like Hongjoong was going to use this sleeping stranger’s face in a major project; it was only practice. As Hongjoong’s pencils drew out to his heart's content, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulders; he didn’t need to turn to see the stranger's head was now resting against him. He took a moment to take in the awkwardness of the moment; there was no doubt anyone else on the nearby seats didn’t notice.

Hongjoong found himself in an odd crossroads his lonely heart didn’t think he’d have to face; the bus was only five minutes from the art museum by now, and he also didn’t know how long this stranger was planning on taking a nap for, but the prospect of having to physically move the man’s head from his shoulder made him anxious. Waking up to find a stranger cradling your face wasn’t a situation anybody would want to find themselves in; Hongjoong considered if it was more or less awkward than the man waking up to find his head on a stranger’s shoulder and making him uncomfortable. But he didn’t even want to wake him up; he had to admit this guy resting on him had quite the looks. Did that only make things feel more awkward to Hongjoong? Yes.

As the bus halted to a stop, Hongjoong’s anxiety nearly skyrocketed; he had to get off or else he’d miss his stop, but he couldn’t let this man next to him remain a stranger. Luckily the bus driver honked, which startled the stranger awake, his eyes rapidly blinking away his unrest. “OH, sorry about that. I assume this is your stop?” “Yeah, it is.”  Hongjoong got up and almost left until his gut made him face the stranger again. “Do you want to come with me?- I mean, I was just going to grab some more coffee and, um—

“Sure, I was just going to the art exhibit here as well. We should go together. The stranger Got up, and they headed out the bus and onto the pavement; Hongjoong’s heart felt like it was soaring. “My name’s Y/N, by the way.”  He smiled again at Hongjoong; this Y/N really was a heartthrob if he could make Hongjoong flustered at the mere thought of them having a shared passion for art. “I’m Hongjoong.”  He responded before he made things awkward; Y/N and Hongjoong shook hands. “I know a great place nearby; I always go before heading to the exhibit.”

As Hongjoong followed close beside Y/N to his favorite coffee shop, he couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to run into someone like him on his last stop.

[snwusberry]

CHRISTMAS 2024 SPECIAL brought to you by berry.

i hope you enjoy what i have in store for. you for the festive season. this is my first time doing something this big, so strap in and enjoy :)

i am a little unsure if i'll be able to put these all out within the time i gave myself because i did have a moment i got burnt out and didn't write for 2 weeks, but i will still try my hardest

WEEK 1:

DEC 1: say yes to the christmas tree [jongho x reader]

DEC 3: it's the most wonderful time of the year [keeho x reader]

DEC 5: like a kid again [soobin x reader]

DEC 7: decorating the house [dad!san x reader]

WEEK 2:

DEC 9: bambi [jiung x reader]

DEC 11: like its the first time [taehyun x reader]

DEC 13: secret santa [yeosang x reader]

WEEK 3:

DEC 15: do you wanna build a snowman? [theo x reader]

DEC 17: christmas crafts [soul x reader]

DEC 19: holiday help [beomgyu x reader]

DEC 21: ski trip [yunho x reader]

WEEK 4:

DEC 23: a little friendly competition [dad!hongjoong x reader]

DEC 24: cookies for santa [dad!wooyoung x reader]

DEC 25: we'll be home for christmas [dad!seonghwa x reader]

DEC 27: christmas festival [jongseob x reader]

WEEK 5:

DEC 29: snowed in [kai x reader]

DEC 30: power cut [intak x reader]

DEC 31: new years eve party [yeonjun x reader]

JAN 1: all alone on new years [mingi x reader]

[lovetaroandtaemin]

A Perfect Christmas

Lee Chan x Reader

Word Count: 671 Genre: Pure fluff Rating: PG! However, I still ask that if you are under 18, you do not interact with my blog.

Summary: Y/N and Chan celebrate Christmas together with an unexpected surprise.

Content Warnings: None! If you think there is something that needs a warning that I missed, please let me know, though! A/N: This is part of a Secret Santa drabble event hosted by the amazing @camandemstudios! This entry is for the lovely @chanranghaeys. I hope you like it! Event masterlist can be found here!

Fic is under the cut.

The tree was exactly how you and Chan envisioned it, covered with shiny tinsel and ornaments that covered the full spectrum of color. Some of them were references to your favorite movies, like a recreation of the “Burn Book” from Mean Girls, while others were brightly colored dinosaurs in homage to your boyfriend’s stage name. Sure, the tree wasn’t exactly aesthetically cohesive, but it was perfect in your eyes. Honestly, everything about the day had been perfect so far, just like every Christmas you’d spent with Chan before.

You were distracted from your admiration of the tree by Chan calling your name. When you turned around, he asked, “What are you thinking about, baby?”

“Nothing, just admiring the tree. It’s beautiful”

“I think that there’s something in this room that’s even more beautiful,” Chan said as he pulled you closer into a tight hug. As you relaxed into his hold, you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were to have someone that loved you as much as he did.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your boyfriend asking, “So, are you ready to open your gift?”

You nodded and responded, “Yep! I just need to go get yours.”

Chan let go of you, and you went to retrieve his gift from its hiding place. When you returned, you found him sitting in front of the tree like an excited little kid waiting for permission from his parents to open presents from Santa. It was absolutely adorable, honestly. When Chan saw you, he smiled like he knew something that you didn’t. You were curious about what he had gotten you, but you decided not to say anything.

You sat in front of Chan and smiled, handing him the box. It was small, but you were certain he would like the gift. When he opened the box and saw it, you were proven right. He carefully pulled out the two crocheted otters, sewn together to look like they were holding each other’s hands, and hugged them. With tears forming in his eyes, he looked at you and asked, “Did you make these yourself?”

With a smile, you nodded and said, “I couldn’t help myself. I recently learned that otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t float away from each other, and I thought it was adorable.”

Chan laughed and said, “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Channie.”

Carefully, Chan placed the otters back in their box and set the box aside. Then, he handed you a box covered in bright red wrapping paper with the same excited smile on his face, like he had a secret. You carefully removed the wrapping paper, and when you opened the box, what you saw was the best surprise that he could have given you.

Inside the box was a diamond ring, just like the one that you’d excitedly shown him a few months before when you went to the mall together. You’d thought he wasn’t really paying attention, but now that you held the box in your hand, you knew that you’d been wrong.

You snapped out of your shock when Chan asked, “Do you like it?”

“I love it!”

Chan smiled and said, “I love you. From the moment I saw you, I knew that I wanted to be with you. From the moment we made our relationship official, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Tears started to fill your eyes as you nodded, and Chan carefully pulled the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. Once the ring was on, you set the box aside and practically threw yourself into Chan’s arms. While he held you close, the two of you started to discuss what you wanted your wedding to be like. As the conversation went on, you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were to spend another perfect Christmas with the love of your life.

Thank you so much for reading, and merry Christmas Eve! I had so much fun participating in this event, so once again, I'd like to thank the incredible @camandemstudios for organizing it! When the event masterlist is posted, there will be a link in this post! If you liked this drabble, please like and reblog! If you'd like to see more of my work, my masterlist can be found here. If you'd like to see what I'll be posting in the future, my upcoming works list is here. If none of that catches your attention, or there's something specific you'd like to see, feel free to send a request via asks or dms!

Thank you for reading, and happy holidays!

[rikihyph]

You’re the sparkle in my Christmas lights and the sweetest part of my holiday 🎄❤️.

Nishimura Riki - 05 line!

[enheeseungss]

Day 23 of 25 Christmas in kpop series

[lovelynicho]

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas"

Pairing: K x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Notes: I wrote this a while ago, originally I wanted to write something Christmassy for every member but I didn't have time and I also got sick so this is the only one I have now:(( still I hope you like it! english is not my first language I apologize for any mistakes! Nor proofread

Masterlist

"Yudai where are you taking me?" You asked genuinely curious about your boyfriend's intentions. He just told you to dress up pretty because he has a surprise for you and now you're sitting next to him in his car looking at the passing streets beside you as chirstmas decorations light up everything that's covered by the night sky's darkness.

"You'll know soon" he answers and a minute later he's already parking the car. Then, being the gentleman he is, opens the car door for you and takes your hand in his while he starts walking.

After about five minutes or so you arrive to a place "Surprise!" You can hear your boyfriend basically singing the word. You look up above the entrance of the building where you see 'jazz bar' written. "They play Christmas songs today and I thought it would be a shame to miss it" his smile was so huge you don't think you've ever seen him smiling like that. Or at least you've never seen him smiling like that without him having a cup of dark coffee in one of his hands. "Do you like it?"

"I love it" you reassured him as you wrapped your arms around his waist giving him a warm hug that contrasts the cold air that took over the whole city.

Stepping in the bar you suddenly feel hot, happy that you can finally get rid of your coat that covered your elegant outfit. After getting your drinks you sat down to an empty table, just listening to the music, enjoying the moment and the Christmas vibes that filled the whole place.

"Would you like to dance with me?" Yudai suddenly asked while taking one if your hands in his own, giving a small kiss on your knuckles. After you gave him a small nod he led you to the place where some older people were slowly dancing to the iconic Christmas songs.

"This is my favourite!" You smiled at your boyfriend as soon as you heard the beginning of Michael Bublé's iconic song 'It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas'. Yudai mirrored your expression and pulled you closer to his chest.

"I love you so much" he spoke softly in your ears "I am so glad that I can spend Christmas with you for the first time. And this might sound cheesy, but I hope I can spend every following Christmas with you."

You smiled a little at his sudden confession "You're right, it does sound cheesy" you laughed feeling that his chest was also slightly shaking by laughing. "But I also hope that I can spend every Christmas with you from now on" then you stayed silent for a little while before opening your mouth again "and I love you too"

And the two of you continued to sway to the soft jazz music in the bar until you could barely stand anymore. Because those moments, when you can be alone with someone you love without anything from your world bothering, are the most precious. Those moments, when it's just you and him in your little bubble, even if that bubble is at a public space like a jazz bar, are the moments that worth the most for you. Usually you don't have a minute that you could spend together like this, getting lost in the music for hours, but at Christmas the whole world slows down for a few days and you too can slow down and be with someone you love so much only focusing on each other.