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desi2go · 17 hours ago

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Christmas Scavenger Hunt

pairing: Jisung x reader

words: 4,3k

warnings: fluff, christmas

summary: You and Jisung share a magical holiday experience when Jisung plans a scavenger hunt filled with clues tied to your most cherished memories.

author's note: Hey guys! It's been a while since I posted something. Anyways, I'm back! I had so much fun writing this and btw it's for the StayblrHolidayEvent. I hope you enjoy it <3 Merry Christmas to yall!

-> @stayblrofficial

The first snow of December had come earlier than expected this year, layering the little town in a soft, powdery white. Everything felt quieter, more magical – the world had slowed down just enough to let her breathe. As you walked briskly through the streets towards Parchment Palace, the small independent bookstore where you worked. Your breath was foggy in the frosty air, twinkling lights lined the lampposts and wreaths decorated the storefronts with pops of red ribbon. You absolutely loved Christmas. It had always been your favourite time of year with hot chocolate, the smell of pine and cinnamon as well as Christmas movies you had watched a hundred times without getting bored. By now, you could quote every Christmas related movie that was ever produced. This year, though, felt different. There was something – or rather, someone – that made your cheeks warm even in the winter chill.

Jisung.

It had been only four months since you and Jisung started seeing each other. Four months of easy laughter, long conversations and quiet meaningful moments. He wasn’t the most outgoing guy due to his social anxieties, but he had this gentle, thoughtful way about him. Like he always noticed things others didn’t. You liked that about him, you liked a lot about him, actually.

The bell above Parchment Palace jingled as you stepped inside, the familiar smell of paper and vanilla candles greeted you. Sofia, your cheerful coworker and oldest friend, looked up from the counter and grinned widely. “Morning Y/n” she said, brushing her curly hair out of her face. “Someone’s looking extra giddy today” You rolled your eyes, a smile still spreading over your lips. “I’m just excited about Christmas”

She smirked, wiggling with her eyebrows. “You mean you’re excited about Christmas with Jisung” At her suggestion, you fought the blush that crept up your cheeks. “Maybe”

Sofia chuckled, holding up a small envelope that she waved through the air. “Speaking of, this was mysteriously dropped off for you earlier. No return address, no name. Just To Y/n. Care to explain?” You reached out after hanging up your jacket. “It’s from Jisung, isn’t it?” you murmured while Sofia urged you to find it out, observing the letter behind your back. Your heart skipped as your fingers brushed over the neatly folded paper. As you opened it, you immediately recognised Jisung’s handwriting, slightly messy but unmistakably his.

A little clue to start your day: Find where we first sat with coffee for two. There’s something there only for you to see.

Your lips parted in disbelief, rereading the few lines over and over again. “He’s sending me on a scavenger hunt?” Sofia clapped her hands together in excitement. “He is such a keeper. Honestly, he is making all the other boys look bad” You could hardly contain your joy as you shoved the note securely into your bag. “I can’t believe he actually did this” Sofia laughed, pushing you towards the door and holding your jacket in the other. “I will manage alone here. Go, you have got a mystery to solve”

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You stepped out of the bookstore into the crisp, snow-kissed morning. The streets were still bustling with holiday shoppers, their arms full of bags, red and green scarves tight against the cold. You tugged your own scarf closer around the neck, the note Jisung had left still snug in your bag. You couldn’t stop smiling. A scavenger hunt. He really planned a scavenger hunt. Jisung wasn’t the flashy or over-the-top like the romantic leads in Christmas movies you loved so dearly, but he had his own charm and this? This was exactly the kind of thing that would melt your heart. Thoughtful and so personal. It already felt like the best Christmas you had ever had, and it hadn’t even arrived yet.

The Blissful Brews was just around the corner, nestled between an old record store and a boutique that sold handmade jewellery. In that old record store worked Jisung. There, you had crossed paths for the first time as you bought your favourite albums and accidentally ran into him. You still remembered how his coffee had drenched your blouse and his deep apologies. The Blissful Brews was the kind of coffee shop that locals loved – warm and small enough that you could find someone you knew sitting in the corner with a steaming mug. The windows were fogged over from the warmth inside and the soft music spilled out as you pushed through the door. Rich espresso mingled with the sweetness of cinnamon and sugar – one of your favourite smells in the world, second only to fresh books and old paper. You paused for a moment near the entrance to take it all in. Everything about this place reminded you of Jisung. The first time you really met (well, if you don’t consider the little accident) and you were so nervous. He had invited you to a coffee as an apology. At that time, you didn’t know that he soon will cross the line between friendship and love.

Now, standing in the familiar warmth of the café, you couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. They both had been incredibly nervous, and the first few minutes were awkward as you had ordered. But this issue was overcome pretty quickly, and you were engaged in a deep conversation for hours. “Can I help you?” the young barista asked, leaning on the counter and eyeing her with an amused expression. You turned to observe the man that had dyed his hair in an unusual pinkish colour. You greeted him, telling him that you searched for an envelope. Of course, he knew you. He was the one that took your orders. Raising his eyebrows, he smiled. “A scavenger hunt clue, maybe?” You blinked, surprised. “Jisung told you?” The barista smirked sheepishly. “He may have come in last night and left something for you. That boy is so sweet” He gestured towards the back of the shop. Of course, why didn’t you think about it earlier? It was obvious that Jisung would have hidden at your table – the small two-seater tucked near the huge window where you had sat on your first unofficial date.

Your boots clicked softly against the wooden floor as you made your way to it, the hum of conversation and the faint clatter of cups filling the air. Your heart did a little flip when you saw a piece of paper carefully taped to the back of one of the chairs. He really did plan this whole thing, you thought. The handwriting was unmistakably Jisung’s, looking like he had been scribbling quickly.

Clue Two: Remember the big storm where you got soaked? You laughed at me ‘til you nearly choked. Go where we took cover and found some cheer, You will find your next clue there.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that memory. It had been one of your earlier dates, back in late September. The weather had been cold but clear when you walked around the town. Jisung, as always, had insisted on walking you back home after the successful date – even though it was a good twenty-minute trip, and his own apartment was on the other side of the town. Halfway through, the first droplets of rain started to fall that had been signalized by the dark clouds and the stormy wind. Small and cold, the water absorbed by your thin jacket. “Oh no” you had muttered, looking up at the ominous grey clouds overhead. Jisung, always the optimist, had grinned. “Maybe it will just be a drizzle” he commented.

Well, it wasn’t. Within moments, the rain had come down in buckets, soaking both of you to the bone, clothes clinging to your wet skin. You remembered standing there in the middle of the street, your hair plastered to your face, water running down your jacket in rivulets. And Jisung stared at you helplessly like he was trying to think of something heroic to do. “Umbrella?” he had stammered. “Too late for that” you said, giggling while you brushed your hair out of your face. Jisung had looked at you like you were slightly insane but the smile permanent on his lips. He had tugged you to a small shop, taking shelter there. The quirky little clothing shop near your apartment where he had bought you a fluffy, deep blue hoodie with a funny picture on it to keep you warm. So far, it was one of your favourite hoodies, creating a great memento of your date.

Now standing in that same clothing store, the second clue clutched in your hand, you searched through the cozy, cluttered shop filled with all different kinds and seizes of clothes in multiple colours. The old shopkeeper, looked up with a knowing smile. The smile of the grey-haired lady was kind and warm. “Ah Y/n” she greeted you, folding new clothes and putting them away on of the racks. “Jisung mentioned you would be coming by” You blinked. “He told you about this?”

Her laughter spread the whole shop. “Of course. That lovesick boy spent nearly an hour here yesterday, making sure that everything was perfect” You followed her to the counter as she pulled out a big paper bag. As soon as you opened it, your gaze locked on a red hoodie, decorated with small white snowflakes. You chuckled at the parallel to your past date. On top sat another note.

Here, my love, is clue three: Our bench in the park, Where we shared our first kiss. A memory I hold, sweet and kind, Go back there now and you will find the next clue.

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As you stepped back out into the cold, the snowflakes drifting lazily from the sky, you couldn’t stop the giddy excitement bubbling inside you. Every little detail Jisung had included so far – the places, the memories, the clues – was so perfectly. Your boots crunched against the freshly fallen snow as you walked quickly towards the park. The streets were busier now, families wandering hand-in-hand, and the shop windows glowing warmly in the gathering dusk. You pulled your scarf tighter around your neck, your breath misting in the cold air. The park wasn’t far from the clothing shop and soon, you found yourself standing at the entrance, the large trees stood brave in the falling snow, their branches dusted with snow.

The benches – especially the one you were looking for – were a small island in the white. You scanned the park, looking for the familiar sight. There it was, your bench. The bench where Jisung finally made you, his girlfriend. It was tucked beneath an old oak tree, the powdery snow gathering slowly on the wooden slats. The tree’s branches stretched overhead, and you could almost hear your memories of your past visits. The easy conversations, the quiet moments where you had leaned your head against his shoulder. And then, the kiss happened and symbolised the beginning of your relationship. He had seemed so nervous, his gaze wandering over your face, from time to time locking on your lips, not sure if he was allowed to lean in and capture them. You didn’t act differently.

Honestly, he had won your heart over at your fist unofficial date. As you told him about your day, your own eyes travelled over his soft, pillowy lips, imagining how it would be to kiss him. Eventually, he took all his courage and pressed his lips firmly on yours. Before you could even react, your mind still trying to understand what happened, he retracted. As he brushed through his hair in panic, stuttering apologies, you shook yourself out of your trance and grabbed the collar of his jacket. Swiftly, you pulled him towards you again, his voice was overflowing while you silenced him skilfully. This time, you lead the kiss and quickly, he recovered from the shock and reciprocated the tender gesture.

You reached the bench, smiling to yourself as you saw the small package, wrapped simply in brown paper and a beautiful red bow. Bending down, you brushed the thin layer of snow from the package and untied the bow as well as the paper. A big mug caught your eye, pulling it out from underneath the carefully wrapped papers to ensure that it won’t break.

You turned it to inspect the motif, heart fluttering in your chest as soon as your gaze fell on the photo printed on it. It wasn’t just any photo, no, it showed you two, his cheeks squished against yours tightly. You took it right here on the bench a few weeks prior on a date. Both of your smiles were bright, eyes sparkling with joy and adoration. Your chest tightened, touched by the thoughtful gesture as you pulled the mug close to your heart. This would be your favourite mug from now on. Inside, folded carefully, was the next clue. You pulled it out with a mixture of excitement and curiosity, unfolding it gently as if it were something fragile. Jisung’s handwriting filled the page.

Clue Four: It’s time for the final stop on our trip, Come warm up your hand and take a sip, Come Home where the heart will be, Find me, my love, and you will see.

Your heart leapt. Home. It was a simple word, but it meant so much to you. Your home had always been your apartment – your cozy little space filled with tons of books where you had lived since you moved into this town. But with Jisung, it had started to feel like more than just an apartment. As the weather was colder and rainy, you had spent much time there together, arguing over which Christmas movie to watch, cooking dinner side by side and wrapping presents for family and friends.

Slowly, over the last few months, it had become a place where you could imagine a future, a future with him. With this scavenger hunt, he wasn’t trying to be someone he wasn’t. He wasn’t flashy and didn’t plan some over-the-top romantic gesture straight out of a movie. What he had done was so much better – he had paid attention to the small, quiet moments you had shared. The memories that felt uniquely yours.

You read the note again, realizing what the clue actually meant. Jisung was waiting for you. “Home” you murmured to yourself, your breath fogging in the cold air. You felt a flutter of anticipation deep in your chest as you made your way back down the snowy path toward the street, eager to reach your apartment, to see what Jisung had planned next. The walk was quick, but it felt like an eternity. Each step seemed to pull your closer to something that had always been just out of reach – a feeling of belonging. With Jisung.

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When you reached your apartment building, it felt like the final puzzle piece was clicking into place. The familiar steps that led to the entrance, the little lobby with its mismatched furniture and the clattering sounds of neighbours going about their daily routines – all of it was comforting. It was home. Now, there was the promise of something even more special waiting inside. You climbed the stairs to the floor, your boots clicking softly on the old wooden steps. The snow outside created a thin layer of frost now thick enough to blanket everything in white. But inside, the warmth from her apartment was waiting – just like Jisung. When you reached the door, something was different.

The dim hallway light flickered above your head, casting soft shadows on the walls. But what really caught her attention was the way the hallway smelled. It wasn’t the usual scent of fresh air or coffee from the neighbours down the hall. This time, there was something warmer, sweeter in the air. Curious, you approached your door and paused, your hand resting lightly on the doorknob. The faintest glow of light slipped through the crack beneath the door, casting a soft, inviting warmth into the otherwise dark hallway.

You opened the door slowly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you stepped inside, observing your apartment in search of Jisung. There, in the middle of the living room, was the most unexpected sight – a blanket fort. An actual blanket fort. You stood frozen for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or cry at how utterly this was. Soft blankets and throws were draped over every available surface, creating a small cozy cocoon in the centre of your living room. Christmas lights twinkled across the top, casting a soft glow. There were pillows scattered everywhere, some piled high inside the fort, others lining the floor like a cushiony path. It was like a childhood dream, but somehow even better – because this time, you had Jisung.

The small Christmas tree you two had bought together last week (well, he helped you with finding the perfect one since you couldn’t decide which one to get and brought it to your apartment since the tree was too heavy for you to lift). Despite your bickering that he should let you help at least with holding it up too, he wanted to do it alone, claiming that it was his job as your boyfriend. You had decorated the Christmas tree together, in the background played your favourite playlist to which you both sang loudly, hanging the handmade ornaments and paper snowflakes on the twigs.

Your heart swelled with pride as you took it all in, trying to figure out how you could get so lucky to have such a thoughtful boyfriend. And then, you heard him in the kitchen, he seemed to be preparing something but as he realised you were home, he stalked into the living area. Two steaming mugs in his hand, your favourites you recognised, His eyes displayed fondness when he observed you, smiling brightly.

“Hey, my love” he greeted you, placing the mugs onto the small couch table before turning to you again. You stepped closer, your feet light on the carpet as you walked towards him, his smile got playful. Hands on your hips, you tried to suppress the grin threatening to spread across your face. “So, this is the big finale? A blanket fort? You had me running all over town for this?” A mischievous smile appeared on his lips. “Hey now, this is a masterpiece. I spent hour building and rebuilding it until we both can fit inside. It’s the crown jewel of the scavenger hunt” he exclaimed, fully convinced with his grand idea. You raised your eyebrows, judging his so-called masterpiece. You must say that he did a really good job at building it.

“I must admit, it looks nice” you told him your decision, smiling fondly. “Did you plan all of this?” He nodded proudly, pulling you inside and placed a mug into your hands. As you analysed it further, you realised it was a hot chocolate topped with whipped cream, marshmallows and colourful sprinkles. Just how you liked it. The interior of the fort was cozy and intimate, pillows scattered across the floor, and the twinkling lights above gave the space a dreamy glow. You let out a breath you didn’t knew you were holding. “This is … incredible. This whole journey was wonderful.” you whispered. Jisung shifted, his comfortable scent wafting surrounded you, he smelled like home – your home.

“No need to thank me. Even though we are only four months into our relationship, I wanted to do something special. Because in this short time, my life has changed drastically. You became the centre of my life, my love.” he explained, pulling your hand into his, heating your cold fingers as he caressed the skin lightly. His gaze was soft, full of love when he continued.

“And I wanted you to feel how much everything I experienced with you means to me, every single memory we made together. How much you mean to me” You looked at him, your eyes shining while the weight of his words sank in. “I noticed” you stated quietly. “The café where we had our ‘unofficial’ date. The clothing store when we were surprised by the sudden rain. The bench where we shared so many memories, our first kiss included. You didn’t just send me running around town, Ji. You sent me through us”. Your boyfriend leaned back on his elbows, his gaze softening.

“That was the idea” he admitted. “Sometimes we get caught up in the present, in everything happening around us. And I just wanted to take you back – to remind us of all the moments that brought us here”. Your other hand traced the edge of one of the blankets as you took a deep breath, your voice trembling slightly. “It worked. Every step of the way, I felt it – how much thought, how much love you put into this. I’ve never had anything like this before, Jisung. It’s overwhelming, in the best way” The tears you fought to keep in, slowly escaped and rolled over your cheeks as you sobbed because of how much you adored this man next to you and the weight of not only his words but also his actions.

He cooed at you fondly, cupping your face with his hands, brushing the tears away while placing a sweet peck on your forehead. “Don’t cry. You know I can’t stand it when you cry” Soothingly he rocked you, humming to help you calm down. You smiled at him, puffy eyes but you promised that this were happy tears. “This” you said finally “is more than I ever could ask for” You leaned into him, resting your head against Jisung’s shoulder.

“I know that it’s not Christmas Day. But I have another gift for you” he stated, reaching into his hoodie pocket and pulling out a small, wrapped package. “I thought the fort was the grand finale?” You asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously. He placed it gracefully into your open palm, his expression playful but tinges with something deeper. “You could describe it as an addition. Go on, open it”

You tore into the wrapping carefully, your fingers grazing the brown paper and the simple red ribbon. Inside was a small wooden box, its surface smooth and polished. Your breath caught as you opened it, revealing an assortment of trinkets nestled inside. There was a ticket stub from your first movie date, the corner slightly torn where he had fidgeted with it nervously. A pressed leave from the time you had from the time you spent in the park with a picnic as the weather wasn’t that bad, even for autumn. Several other things from past dates were laying in the box. The memories flooded back in vivid detail. “You kept all of this?” your voice broke again as tears welled up. He chuckled, his gaze steady. “Of course. I wanted to remember it all – the moments that made me realize how much you mean to me”

You swallowed hard, fighting the lump in your throat that made it difficult to speak. “I don’t even know what to say. This … This is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me”. He smiled widely, pecking your forehead once again. “Thank you so much, Ji” “I’m glad, because you mean the world to me, Y/n. And I think there’s one more thing we’re missing to make this moment perfect” He brushed a hair strand out of your face, his touch lingering for a memory before his gaze dropped to your lips. “What’s that?” You smiled widely, already knowing what he is up to. After four months, you had figured out what he meant with that but you tagged along.

“This” The fondness in his eyes made your heart stutter and you couldn’t help but lean closer to him, capturing his lips with your own in a passionate kiss. His lips were soft, pillowy even, and you could even taste the chocolate from the hot chocolate that he had sipped on before. The kiss was filled with promises that only love could carry, the rest of the world melting away, leaving only the two of you and the quiet certainty that this was exactly where you were meant to be. When you finally pulled apart, you rested your forehead against Jisung’s, your eyes shining with joy while your boyfriend tightened his arms around you in a protective manner.

Comfortably, you leaned back and cuddled further into his embrace and the blankets that were like a fuzzy cocoon, enveloping you in warmth. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else for the rest of your life. “We have got so much more to add to this box”.

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inkandtension · 6 days ago

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Christmas Night!!

(Pretend it's christmas, cuz I'm gonna be busy then)

lee know x Reader

The holiday spirit filled the house, but there was a heavy tension between you and Minho that even the twinkling lights couldn’t hide. The house was adorned with wreaths and garlands, the faint smell of gingerbread cookies lingering in the air, yet the atmosphere was far from festive. The warmth of the season seemed to struggle against the coldness that had settled between you two, thick and uncomfortable, a silent storm brewing in the air. It had been a long day, one that had started with hope and anticipation but was now punctuated by a heated argument that still lingered, hanging like a stubborn winter chill that refused to dissipate.

Earlier, Minho had snapped at you while you were organizing the Christmas dinner preparations, a task you had taken on with the intent of making everything perfect. The table needed to be just right, the dishes needed to align with the plan you’d meticulously created, and you weren’t going to let anything fall short, especially not on a day like today.

“Y/N, why do you always have to micromanage everyone?” he’d said, his voice edged with frustration as he glanced at you, standing in the kitchen with a pile of recipes scattered around.

“I’m not micromanaging,” you shot back, turning toward him, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’m just making sure things actually get done.”

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Maybe let people handle things their own way for once,” he countered, his voice rising with irritation. “Not everyone wants to follow your checklist.”

The sting of his words made your chest tighten. You didn’t see what the problem was—wasn’t it better to have everything organized, to know exactly what was coming next? “It’s not a crime to want things to be perfect!” you snapped, unable to hold back the frustration that had been building all day. “And it’s not like you’re helping much anyway.”

Minho’s jaw tightened, his normally calm demeanor cracking just enough for you to see the anger lurking beneath the surface. He stood up straighter, his posture rigid. “You act like the world’s going to fall apart if one thing goes wrong,” he said, voice sharp. “Maybe that’s why you’re always so angry.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel, heart pounding in your chest, and walked away. You could hear Minho behind you, but you didn’t turn around. Instead, you retreated to the quiet of the other room, leaving him standing there, his words still echoing in your mind, the warmth of the holiday spirit now cold and distant.

You buried yourself in the evening’s preparations, trying to focus on the task at hand, but it was clear that your short temper had everyone on edge. The clattering of pots and pans, the soft rustle of wrapping paper, and the hum of Christmas music all felt distant, muffled by the tension hanging in the air. It was as if the whole house could feel the weight of your frustration pressing down on everything, from the perfectly arranged decorations to the smell of the food slowly cooking in the oven.

Han, always the optimist, had tried to lighten the mood by offering to help with the table settings. “Hey, do you need a hand with the table?” he asked, a hopeful smile on his face as he gestured toward the stacks of plates and utensils.

You didn’t look up, focusing instead on adjusting the candles just so. Your patience had already worn thin, and the last thing you wanted was someone else intruding on your carefully laid plans. With a sharp exhale, you shot him a glance. “Just let me handle it,” you replied curtly, your voice betraying more annoyance than you intended.

Han blinked, clearly caught off guard by your tone. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, retreating quietly to another part of the house. The words hung in the air long after he left, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of having pushed everyone away, even though you were trying so hard to control every little detail. It was a frustrating cycle you couldn’t seem to break.

Changbin pulled you aside in the kitchen. “Y/N, you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said, chopping carrots with a little too much force.

“You’ve been on edge all night,” he said gently. “Is it because of Minho?”

You froze, the knife hovering above the cutting board. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Changbin sighed. “You know he cares about you, right? Even if he’s bad at showing it sometimes.”

Later, Hyunjin found you in the living room, staring blankly at the Christmas tree.

“You look like you’re plotting someone’s death” he said, sitting down beside you.

“I’m not plotting anything,” you muttered.

“Is this about Minho?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

You hesitated before nodding. “We just… I don’t know. He makes me so angry, but I hate that we’re like this tonight of all nights.”

“He’s been looking at you all evening,” Hyunjin said, smirking. “Like a kicked puppy.”

You glanced toward the kitchen, where Minho was talking to Felix. Sure enough, his eyes flicked toward you, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his face.

When the time came for the annual Christmas tradition, the air shifted. Normally, it was Chan who read the Bible verses, his deep voice would fill the room with a reverent calm. But this year, Felix had asked to take over.

“I’m feeling festive,” Felix had said with his signature grin.

Everyone gathered in the living room, and the couch filled quickly. The boys left the loveseat open, clearly a setup.

Before you could argue, Hyunjin grabbed your arm and guided you toward the seat. “Just sit here for a second.”

Minho was already sitting there, and your brows furrowed. “I’ll sit somewhere else.”

“There’s no other space,” Jeongin said innocently, though his grin gave him away.

Reluctantly, you sat down next to Minho, keeping as much distance as the couch would allow. The others pretended not to notice, though their smug glances said otherwise.

You glared at him, but you had no choice.

“Move closer,” Jeongin said, grinning. “There’s no room for the Holy Spirit here.”

The warmth of his body so close to yours should have been reassuring, but it only served as a constant reminder of everything unresolved between you. The words you hadn't said, the argument that still lingered, and the silence between you that had stretched on far too long.

Felix continued reading in his usual calm voice, starting with the story of Mary and Joseph traveling to Bethlehem. The quiet, serious tone in his voice created a rare moment of peace. You let yourself relax, the familiar words washing over you.

As he continued, you felt Minho shift beside you. The movement was subtle, but you couldn't ignore it—the way his posture seemed to adjust, as if trying to give you more space, or maybe trying to reach out without saying a word. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him glance at you, his gaze softening when it landed on your face.

Instead, you forced your eyes to the flickering lights on the Christmas tree, anything but him. It wasn’t just about the argument anymore—it was about how he knew you. How he understood the little things that bothered you, the things you didn’t say aloud, the way your thoughts could spiral, and how one careless word from him could keep you up at night, overthinking everything.

You couldn’t just forget that, couldn’t let it go. The fact that he knew exactly how much those little details could unravel you made it harder to breathe in the moment.

After a while, Felix and Hyunjin stood off to the side, pulling makeshift costumes together—Felix with a white sheet tied like a toga, and Hyunjin with a blue blanket draped awkwardly over his shoulders. Neither had ever done a skit before, but this year, it was special.

“Everyone, settle down!” Chan announced, trying to contain his grin. “For the first time in Skzmas history, Felix and Hyunjin proudly present… their skit, which they apparently worked hard on....”

The boys clapped and cheered.

Felix stepped forward, clearing his throat. “Uh, hi. I’m Gabriel, angel extraordinaire.” He struck a dramatic pose, pretending to fluff wings that didn’t exist.

Hyunjin followed, tugging at the blanket draped over his head. “And I’m Mary… the main character.” He batted his lashes, smirking.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Felix declared, pointing a finger at Hyunjin.

Felix dramatically “floated” across the room, flapping his arms like wings.

and then,

Felix’s voice broke the tension, but not in the way you expected.

“Mary! Ayo, babygirl!”

Jeongin narrated "angel gabriel appears before Mary!"

You blinked, your head snapping toward him.

Hyunjin blinked at him, putting his hands on his hips. “Who even are you?”

Felix gasped, clutching his chest. “Chill, I’m Gabriel. Top G of the angels. God sent me to tell you that, like, you passed His vibe check, he heard you simping for him through your prayer and he's feelin' ya.”

Jeongin narrated "Gabriel explains the situation to Mary."

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes suspiciously, stepping back. “Sounds sus. Why would God send you to me?”

Jeongin narrated "the Mary, not beleiving him, gave him the side eye."

Felix threw his hands up. “Because, babygirl, you’re a real one. The top tier, lowkey queen vibes, main-character energy.” He paused for effect, then pointed at Hyunjin dramatically. “You’re gonna have a baby. And not just any baby. His name will be… Jesus.”

Hyunjin gasped, staggering back, almost falling, like he’d been hit by a plot twist. “What?! How can this be? I told God my body count would be zero!”

The room erupted into laughter, Seungmin hiding his face in his hands while Han slid off the couch in hysterics. Even Minho, sitting quietly in the corner, couldn’t help but chuckle.

Felix waved his hand dismissively. “Relax, queen. God’s got this. It’s His plan. Just vibe with it.”

Hyunjin sighed dramatically, tossing the blanket over his shoulder. “Fine, I’ll do it. But tell God He owes me big time for this one.”

Felix gave a thumbs-up. “Say less.” He turned to the rest of the room, spreading his arms wide.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Mary became the OG momfluencer of Bethlehem.”

“We're all going to hell!”

You all laughed, and by habit, you pushed Minho like you always do when you laugh, and when you both realized, you both stopped laughing and turned your head away.

The skit ended with thunderous applause, Chan clapping so hard his hands turned red.

“That was… something,” Minho muttered, shaking his head with a smirk.

“I can’t believe we’ve never done this before,” Jeongin said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

Hyunjin bowed extravagantly. “Thank you, thank you. I’m available for future performances.”

“And I’m quitting my angel gig,” Felix added, grinning. “Too much pressure.”

As the room dissolved into chatter and teasing, Chan nudged Minho, whispering, “Now’s your chance. Talk to her.”

The laughter died down as everyone’s attention shifted to you and Minho. You glanced at him, your stomach twisting with nerves.

Minho sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You blinked, squinting your eyes. “For what?”

“For being a jerk earlier,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I know you’re just trying to make everything perfect, and I shouldn’t have pushed your buttons like that, especially when I know how much it matters to you, please, I'm sorry”

You felt your chest tighten. “I’m sorry too. I know I can be... intense sometimes. I just wanted everything to go right, and I took it out on you.”

“Finally!” Han threw a pillow at him. “Now kiss or something so we can get back to the fun.”

Minho rolled his eyes but leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against your lips, the warmth of his breath lingering as he hesitated. His lips hovered just above yours for a moment, his eyes flicking from your face to your lips, as if unsure of how to make up for the tension that had been building between you two.

He sighed softly, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression softening. "I’m sorry," he murmured, he gently cupped your face, his thumb grazing your cheek in small, soothing motions.

“Aww!” Hyunjin squealed. “It’s a Christmas rom-com ending!”

Seungmin crossed his arms. “They were better when they were fighting.”

The laughter started up again, filling the room with warmth.

As the house settled into quiet, you and Minho found yourselves in bed, tangled up in each other’s arms.

“Thanks for apologizing,” you murmured, your head resting on his chest.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thanks for not throwing something at me during dinner.”

He ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle. “Thanks for not staying mad at me.”

You smiled against his shirt. “I think the boys would have locked us in a room if we hadn’t made up.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and comforting. “Probably. They’re a bunch of meddlers.”

You tilted your head up to look at him. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad we did.”

The skit was still fresh in your minds, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous and funny Felix and Hyunjin had been.

“Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect,” Minho said, his voice light, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your back. “But that was… something else.”

You snorted softly, recalling Hyunjin’s dramatic entrance as Mary. “I thought Hyunjin was gonna trip over his blanket at some point. It looked like he was about to take a nosedive every time he moved.”

Minho laughed quietly, his chest vibrating beneath your ear. “Felix was way too into it though. I think he genuinely believes he’s Gabriel now. He asked us to wait for him to start a sermon tomorrow.”

You laughed, nestling further into him. “I mean, he did make a pretty convincing angel. I’m sure he’s got the followers to prove it.”

“I think Hyunjin could be the real star of the show, though,” Minho added. “Mary was too much. He had the dramatic flair down to a science.”

“Right? I didn’t know he could pull off being that sassy,” you said, laughing softly. “And then there was the part where he said, ‘How can this be? I promised Him my body count would be zero.’ I couldn’t even breathe from laughing so hard.”

Minho chuckled, his arms tightening around you. “That was definitely the highlight of the skit. Hyunjin’s delivery was perfect.”

“Let’s not forget Jeongin, he wasn’t even a part of it!”

You both laughed, then paused, the warm, comfortable silence hanging between you. You let your fingers trail up and down his chest.

“I’m glad they did it,” you said quietly, looking up at Minho’s face. “It really lightened the mood.”

Minho kissed your forehead, his voice soft. “Yeah, I think we needed it after everything earlier. It’s nice to see everyone laughing.”

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “Yeah, we do need moments like that. I’m happy I have you here for stuff like this.”

Minho’s hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing along your skin. “I’m happy you have me too.”

There was a pause, and then Minho’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “But, I gotta admit… I do kind of regret not taking Gabriel's advice."

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “What are you talking about?”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know, ‘Babygirl, chill. You passed God’s vibe check.’ ”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest, embarrassed. “You’re impossible.”

Minho’s laughter was warm, and you couldn't help but smile. “Yeah, I think it’s the best part of Christmas,” he murmured, pulling you closer. “We all have our weird, funny moments, but we’re always there for each other.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice growing soft. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here with you, Minho.”

His eyes softened, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Me too. Merry Christmas, short fuse.”

“Merry Christmas, stubborn,” you replied, snuggling closer as the snow fell softly outside.