#the rest of my chipmunk beanie babies came in

[hyperfixationtimego]

I had two packages come in today and now I have to lug them up a giant hill to my apartment I am in agony

[ellebabywrites]

Wonderwall - Lee Seokmin

Type : Fluff // Angst // Smut

Word Count : 5387

Author Note : Finally an update ! Sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it Lovelies ! Not edited yet because it’s 3am but I’ll fix any mistakes tomorrow :)

For as long as you could remember it had just been the three of you. Hoshi, Seungkwan and yourself. The three musketeers; Charlie’s angels; Alvin and The Chipmunks; other famous threes. When college came around the three of you made a point of sticking together, ‘no man left behind’, you weren’t going to become those people that drifted apart in college, not when you were all on the same campus. Then Hoshi and Seungkwan decided to join the SVT fraternity, which meant you were dragged along to all their functions and parties. Soon enough your small group had more than tripled in size.

SVT were famous on campus for their parties. Some of the older members having the campus police charmed enough to let the most outrageous complaints slide; they went all night and no one was left sober. It was one of your least favourite parts of SVT, not because you were against hard partying or anything, but because you were a self confessed lightweight and more than often ended up doing or saying something you would regret the next morning. Like your two friends would ever let that excuse slide as a reason to miss a night out though.

“Game time!” A tipsy Jeonghan calls out; it was towards the end of the night, the remaining partygoers being the SVT members and a few other friends you’d grown close to. According to Hoshi this was the best time to play drinking games, claiming it was always more fun when you actually knew the people playing.

“What is it tonight?” You ask, sinking down in a spot next to Mingyu on one of the sofas. You’d grown close to a lot of the members of SVT, spending more and more time with them all rather than just your two childhood friends. “Seven Minutes in heaven!” Jeonghan announces, steadying himself against a chair as he reaches into one of Vernon’s beanies he was holding, “all of our names are in the hat, whatever pair gets pulled out has to spend seven minutes together in heaven!” “The storage closet,” Joshua clarifies, cheeks flushing when Jeonghan reaches out from next to him and pets his hair.

“Yes! First couple to enter the pearly gates…” Han swirls his hand inside the beanie for a second before pulling out the first paper, “...Y/N!” He shouts happily, Mingyu nudging your shoulder playfully and sipping on his drink while across the circle of people Seungkwan laughs a quick “finally, she needs some action,” earning himself a glare from you.

“Okay and joining miss Y/N is….” repeating his actions, Jeonghan pulls out another slip of paper, “Seokmin!!”To your right you can see Seokmin embarrassingly look down as the people next to him start ‘ooh-ing’ and nudging him up. It’s not that you didn’t like Seokmin, you did, a lot actually. He was always hanging out with Hoshi and Seungkwan; made them laugh and always seemed to wear a smile on that handsome face of his. Except when it came to you. It was as if he didn’t like you very much and you had no idea why. The next seven minutes were going to be very awkward. The storage closet was cramped and dark. You didn’t know what to do, Seokmin standing less than a foot away from you, his breath fanning your face gently in the small room.

“This is awkward,” he suddenly says, breaking the silence that had been lingering for the last minute and a half.“Very,” you agree quickly, which pulls a small giggle from the man opposite you, “we could make out?” You joke, not expecting anything but more just to break the tension. “Sure,” even in the dark Seokmin must have spotted your eyes widening in surprise because once again he giggles, “I’m kidding Y/N calm down.

”You sigh a soft ‘oh’ which must have sounded something like disappointment, because in the next second Seokmin has his body pressing you into the door, face slowly moving to hover over your own. 

“Unless you want to Y/N?” He whispers, and suddenly you’re aware of just how warm it is in here. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t, and you look amazing tonight,” he whispers into your ear, lips dangerously close to your neck, sending goose bumps across your entire body.

“We only have a few minutes left,” you mumble half-heartedly, attention focused on how one of Seok’s thighs had started sliding in between your legs.

“That’s okay,” he says back, hands moving up to cradle your face before he leans in for a soft kiss. Moving his lips against your own so delicately at first, becoming harder and deeper the more you respond. In no time you’re rutting against his thigh as Seok sucks and pulls at your bottom lip, his hands finding purchase in the back pockets of your jeans. It’s hot and needy how you both grab and push against each other; too entranced in the heavy make out to register when Jeonghan swings open the closet door, revealing the pair of you to the rest of the room. Behind Jeonghan you can hear people hooting and hollering at the scene; usually you’d be embarrassed and pull away to hide in some dark corner till it passes; but without missing a beat Seokmin grabs onto your thighs and lifts you up, carrying you out past the rest of the party and up the stairs, all without breaking apart from the kiss. The whole move sending a warm feeling straight between your legs; while behind you your friends start drunkenly cheering the pair of you on.

Once you were inside his room, Seokmin gently put you down in favour of once again pressing you into the door with his body.

“Do you want this?” he asked tentatively, hands squeezing the flesh of your hips as he rolled his own into yours.

“I want this,” you whisper back, reaching up to tug at his hair, causing him to pull away from the door and lie you down on his bed.

It’s fair to say that you were both still buzzed from drinking at the party, but the feeling of Seokmin’s fingers dancing across your skin as he removed each item of your clothing was leaving you far more intoxicated than any drink could have.

He leaned back on his knees and started pulling off his own clothes, eyes hungrily scanning your body beneath him. You’d never seen that look of pure lust in his eyes before. Seokmin was always the happy, smiley sunshine of the SVT house; but this version of him excited you. The way he was watching you sent shivers down your spine and left you pining for more, desperately clawing at his thighs that were keeping you caged beneath him. “Seok,” you whine, his hands teasing your breasts, legs trapping you down on the bed, “Seok, please,” your voice is hoarse as you moan out for him again.

“What is it baby? What do you want?” He squeezes your breasts again coaxing another moan to fall from your lips, “Do you want me?” he leans down to leave kisses across your chest and you reach up tug at his hair again. It didn’t take long before he was inside of you; both of your hips moving in tandem as you chased your highs. His lips sucking dark bruises on to your neck while your hands scraped down his back. It was quick and hazy and sweaty and hot. Before long you were both clutching desperately at each other, trying to come down from your orgasms. ---You wake up to the feeling of heavy arms wrapped around your waist; when you turn your head and see a sleeping Seokmin lying behind you, suddenly all of the previous nights events come rushing back. If you weren’t trapped beneath the weight of Seokmin’s arms holding you against his chest, you would have for sure made a run for it by now, trying to avoid the embarrassment that comes along with hooking up with one of your kind-of friends. Every time you tried to wiggle yourself free his grip only tightened, burying his nose in the back of your hair you heard him whisper a soft “not yet,” so you stopped trying.

“Seok,” you call out eventually, feeling his fingers starting to twitch awake against your stomach, “Seok I should leave now.” At that you felt him shift. Seokmin rolls over onto his back, finally releasing you from his hold.

“What time is it?” he asks sleepily, rubbing his eyes before looking over you. All at once the memories of the night before fill his mind as you see his eyes widen and mouth gape open at you. “Oh my god we…” he stutters out and you nod along in just as much shock, “we had sex.”

“Yeah… we did, umm,” moving to sit up you wrap the duvet around your self, bracing for your inevitably awkward exit, but before you can go Seokmin stops you.

“This doesn’t have to be weird now right?”

“Huh?” you answer, turning back towards him.

“This,” he gestures between the two of you, “It doesn’t have to be weird. I mean, from what I remember, last night was amazing and I wouldn’t want things to be awkward now.”

“I’m not...looking for anything right now,” you say, the thought of repeating last night becoming all the more tempting the longer you stayed in his bed.

“Me neither,” Seokmin shrugs, acting so nonchalant about the entire thing as if it really wasn’t a big deal, “but that was too good to just happen once right? At least for me.” You watch how he sits up to mirror you, not being able to stop your eyes from peeking at his exposed abs as he moves.

“So like.. A friends with benefits type thing?” You look at him hesitantly.

“Yeah,” shifting his weight, Seokmin moves closer to you on the bed.

“No feelings?”

“No feelings,” he agrees. After a beat of just staring at each other, trying to decide if you were really going to go through with this, you both burst out in a fit of giggles.

“Okay,” you whisper. Seok holds out his hand to fist-bump with you and he whispers a soft ‘okay’ back.

---

The ‘no feelings’ agreement you had with Seokmin had been going great. More than great really. You found that having a constant form of ‘stress relief’ in the way of your hot friend was just what you needed. Anytime things were getting a little too much with school, you had each other and would simply fuck the stress out. Seokmin and you had grown closer as friends too; it wasn’t awkward anymore whenever he was around you and the other guys, at least it didn’t feel like he hated you anymore.

Seokmin was waiting for you outside your classroom after one of your late night lectures; leaning against the wall playing on his phone, his face beaming up at you when he spotted you leaving the classroom. It had almost felt natural when he reached out and grabbed your hand, walking you to his car and offering you a lift home. You sucked him off in the car park and then spent the ride back to your dorm telling each other about your respective days.

You even started enjoying the SVT parties a little more; not to say that that was because you were guaranteed to get lucky at the end of the night…. But it most definitely was.

You spent the night sticking close with Seokmin and your two best friends; enjoying the buzz of alcohol and booming music. When things start coming to an end and your body’s warm from the drinks you’d been downing, Seokmin insists on walking you home instead of sticking around for whatever party game Jeonghan was dragging everyone in to. He holds you close, tucking you under his arm while walking you across campus, even going as far as to help tuck you in to bed when you’re too wasted to get yourself there.

A few months into the new arrangement, Seok had asked you to help tutor him in math, insisting that he’d only be able to focus if it was you helping him. When you showed up to the house, books at the ready and more than prepared for a quiet evening of studying; you should have expected that Seokmin’s idea of ‘studying’ consisted of you straddling his lap and sucking a new hickey on to his neck for every answer he got right. Your tutoring sessions rarely ended without you both rolling around in the sheets, sweaty and pressed together.

The new-found closeness between you and Seokmin hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of group either. More than once Jun and Jeonghan had teased the pair of you for how close you’d grown; pointing out that you spent most of your time at the house sitting in Seok’s lap while he absentmindedly toyed with the edges of your clothes. You both continue to deny it meant anything, no feelings, but the longer it went on the more awkward it was becoming. Yet, you still couldn’t keep away from each other.

While on the surface Seokmin appeared to be keeping the ‘no feelings’ deal too; not even he could deny that things were changing. He found himself being more openly affectionate with you, wanting to hold your hand; touch your face; run his fingers through your hair. You were lying on your stomach facing away from him one night after a tutoring night, the bare skin of your back illuminated by moonlight while he makes finger shadows dance on your skin when he first feels it. The indisputable need to keep you close to him; the feeling of his heart pulling towards your own - but he ignores it.

The next morning you’re both grabbing coffee at a cafe before class; “coconut latte?” he asks, squeezing your hand slightly, that by now seemed to permanently be in his.

“Oh, yes please,” you answer, cheeks warming when he smiles down at you. Even after months it still makes your heart flutter when he remembers something as trivial as your coffee order; mind flashing back to before when he’d awkwardly leave a room the moment you arrived. It’s the giggle that comes from the barista that knocks you out of your daze and suddenly all feelings of warmth are gone. Seeing the way Seokmin so effortlessly flirts with the pretty blonde as she makes your drinks; you feel a pang in your chest but don’t pay attention to it. He had every right to flirt with whomever he wants - you just wished he wasn’t still holding your hand while he did it.

---

You were weary that spending so much time with Seokmin lately had left you neglecting some of your other friends; so you’d decided to dedicate the day to Joshua and Jeonghan, binge watching cartoons and catching up with each other.

“Ask her,” Joshua urges Jeonghan, nudging his boyfriend’s arm not-so discreetly next to you.

“Ask me what?”

“Joshua wants you to come on a double date with us and his friend,” Jeonghan starts but Joshua soon takes over when they see you start to shake your head.

“C’mon Y/N, Taehyung is really nice and I kinda already promised,” You scoff at the two boys and roll your eyes. There was nothing stopping you from going on dates, but it still felt weird.

“You’re single remember, no feelings,” Jeonghan coaxes, as if he could read your mind, mimicking the countless times you’d tried to convince him of your ‘deal’, “Just one night?”

“We’ll be there the whole time,” Joshua continues and you can’t find an excuse to say no. Maybe this would help you ignore the pang in your chest that hadn’t really left since the morning? Maybe this would be a good thing?

Later that night, you’re sitting in Seokmin’s lap in your dorm, feeding each other takeout and talking about your days. Trying not to focus on how his hand was stroking your thigh higher and higher with every story he told; or the way it was making your heartbeat speed up - you bring up the date.

“So I was with Josh and Han earlier,” you start, not sure why you’re suddenly nervous to tell him, “They’ve set me up on a double date type thing with one of Josh’s friends,”

“Really?” Seok asks, seemingly unbothered as he just nods along and continues to eat his food, “That sounds fun you should go.”

“So...you’re okay with it?” You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you were hoping for, but no reaction was just as bad.

Finally looking up at you he smiles, “Of course,” he’s sincere, encouraging you to go and for some reason that leaves a sour taste in your mouth and you’re suddenly not very hungry anymore.

“Okay cool, um,” you don’t know why you feel like crying, but you do know that you want to be alone, “I forgot I have this really important paper to write so I think I should get on that,” it’s a weak excuse but Seokmin doesn’t seem to notice, only helping you off his lap so he can grab his things.

“Yeah okay, you should get it done before your date so you’re not worrying about it” he jokes and you force out a small laugh with him.

Once he had left and you were alone, you felt the full force of your heart squeezing in on itself, but again, you ignored it.

---

Dinner and movie. It was Joshua’s idea for the date and you were more than happy to go along with it, having wanted to see the latest Marvel movie anyway. The theatre was crowded with people all hurrying to get good seats while the four of you were standing in a cue to get snacks, when beside you somewhere there’s a loud cough, drawing your attention.

“Seokmin?”

He turns around with red ears, feigning innocence as he walks over to your group, “Y/N? Guys, wow what a coincidence!” You weren’t buying his act for a second but rather than cause a scene, you just stand there in shock as Seokmin introduces himself to your date, “Hi I’m Seokmin, you must be Taehyung?”

“Yeah it’s nice to meet you, we were actually just about to see the new Marvel movie so,” Taehyung was polite and cordial, not picking up on the way Seokmin had his eyes fixed on you and you alone.

“No way me too! I’ll join you guys!” The line had moved along just as he had decided to crash your date, “here I’ll get your popcorn Y/N, sweet right?” before any of you could turn him away, Seokmin was already at the counter. You sent an apologetic smile to Taehyung while Joshua and Jeonghan were trying to hide their giggles at the obviously awkward situation.

“Seok we’re actually,” you start to turn him down but Taehyung quickly grabs your hand and whispers that it’s okay, smiling at you warmly and ignoring the glare he was getting from Seokmin.

“Great!” Seok interrupts, “let’s go in then!” and suddenly he was wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you into the screening room.

The movie isn’t any better. With Seokmin constantly keeping a hand on you regardless of how many times you shook him off. Whenever Taehyung offered you some of his snacks Seok would lean over from the other side of you and grab some too. It was embarrassing, while Taehyung didn’t seem to notice too much, it was grating on you.

After the movie you had all planned on going to grab burgers from the neighbouring diner, and of course, Seokmin invited himself along too.

You tried to make conversation with Taehyung, asking him about his classes and interests, but it wasn’t too long before Seok had intervened yet again, quickly taking the seat beside you, forcing Taehyung to sit opposite next to Han and Joshua.

“So you’re an art major, what made you choose that?” you ask, munching on a few fries and trying to ignore Seokmin’s hand that was resting on your thigh.

“Well I’m a big fan of..”

“Here Y/N you need to eat,” Seokmin interrupts the conversation, giving you some of his fries.

“Thanks,” you turn back to Tae apologetically and urge him to continue, “You’re a fan of??”

“Van Gogh, his work really inspired me to..”

“Y/N try this, it tastes just like Mingyu’s homemade milkshakes,” again Seok interrupts him, shoving his drink in your face to feed you a sip.

Every time you and Taehyung started a conversation, Seokmin found a way to butt in and take your attention. You were mortified, embarrassed and pissed. He had told you, no, encouraged, you to go on this date; now he was making it his mission to ruin it.

After you all finished your food, you grabbed Taehyung on the way out and apologised profusely.

“He’s not usually like...that,” you shuffle on your feet and thank god that Han was keeping Seok away from you because you knew that he’d try and ruin your apology too.

“It’s okay Y/N,” Taehyung giggles and you wish you could believe that he was telling the truth, “I had a good time,” he’s definitely lying.

“I really am..” again you try to apologise but then…

“Y/N I’ll drive you back to your dorm, come on!” Seokmin shouts out.

“..Sorry,” sighing in defeat, you give Taehyung what feels like the hundredth apologetic smile of the night before slowly walking away from him.

You don’t speak the entire car ride. Neither does Seokmin, but even if he had you were far to angry and upset with him to listen anyway. He’d embarrassed you and been rude to your date; showing up out of nowhere and inviting himself along; deliberately jumping into conversations to stop you talking to Taehyung - who was perfectly nice, polite and understanding by the way; which only made you feel worse.

When he finally pulls up outside your building, you waste no time before getting out and slamming the car door shut behind you; not wanting to spend another moment in silence with him.

“Y/N please talk to me,” you can hear Seokmin following behind you as you enter your dorm but you don’t stop. “Y/N” he calls out again, grabbing your arm just before you can slam your bedroom door in his face.

“What! What is it Seok, what do you want!?” you yell out angrily, pulling your arm out of his grip and staring him down. Your gaze is icy and for a moment Seokmin hesitates, seeing how upset you are.

“Talk to me,” he says weakly, knowing full well that you don’t want to be anywhere near him right now.

“Get Out.”

“Y/N please,”

“Get the hell out!” You’re far too tired from dealing with him all day to have this conversation, all you want is to fall asleep and pretend everything is fine. You push his shoulders harshly, moving him from the door just enough for you to slam it shut.

It must have been a few hours later when you felt the bed behind you dip; knowing who it was you kept your eyes closed, not bothering to turn around.

“I thought I told you to get out?” you mumble half asleep, feeling hands wrap around your waist and lips press to the back of your neck.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t come back,” Seok whispers into your hair, making you scoff in disbelief, “I really am sorry, please don’t be mad.” As much as you wanted to roll over and kick him out of your apartment again, it felt too warm, too familiar, being wrapped in his embrace to move.

“I’m not mad anymore, I’m just confused,” you confess, turning around in his hold so you were face to face, “you told me to go?”

He brushes your hair out of your face, snuggling in as close as possible, whispering “I know, I’m so sorry,” before kissing you gently on the nose. You still had so many questions but you were simply to worn out to even think about them right now, not when Seok was holding you tightly to his chest, planting soft kisses all over your face and whispering apologies.

---

Seokmin spends the next day doting over you, desperately trying to make up for ruining your date. You’re both still lying in bed, tangled up in sheets after a busy morning of Seok making it up to you; when your phone buzzes.

> Hey, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to try last night again? Just the two of us?

> This is Taehyung by the way… Joshua gave me your number :)

>

> Heyy, yeah I would love that, just text me a time and place x

“You’re going out with him again?” Seokmin’s annoyed voice rings out from beside you, he’d clearly seen the message exchange and his sudden change in attitude showed he was not happy about it.

“Yeah, I think I kind of owe him after yesterday don’t you?” you answer back, not holding back on the attitude of your own.

Seokmin rolls his eyes in aggravation and gets up from the bed, not looking at you as he quickly gets dressed, “yeah you’re right.”

“Are you seriously mad about it?” you ask, not sure what answer you want to hear from him, but more focused on how quickly his mood had shifted at the mention of Taehyung.

“No Y/N why would I be mad?” he says flatly, still avoiding your eyes, now buttoning up his shirt.

“Okay then what’s with the face?” you don’t want to argue with him, but you can’t help being annoyed by his behaviour. First he tells you to go on the date; then he gets mad; then he apologises; and now he was mad again - and all over what? You wouldn’t have gone in the first place if he had said he had a problem with it; but he insisted, so why was it now a problem again?

“I have to go,” he didn’t answer you question, simply walking out and ignoring you calls for him, “enjoy your date.”

You didn’t.

Taehyung had brought you to a quaint little coffee shop downtown. He is the perfect gentleman; paying for your latte; pulling out your chair - he makes small talk with you and pretends not to notice how you’re staring at the door every two seconds, as if you were waiting for someone to show up. Which you were. Somewhere at the back of your mind you had thought that maybe Seok would show up again, but he didn’t.

---

It’d been two weeks since you’d last seen Seokmin. You were giving each other the cold shoulder; not talking, not hanging out; if you were with Seungkwan he was with Hoshi and visa versa. It was a huge shock to the system, waking up alone after months of being woken up with kisses; but you were stubborn enough to hold your ground through it.

Seungkwan and Hoshi were starting to worry about you; by avoiding Seokmin you were also avoiding going to the SVT, meaning you hardly saw your two best friends. Time and time again they tried to talk you both out of it, convince you to talk it out but neither one of you was willing to budge.

“Okay enough is enough!” Seungkwan burst into your dorm room, stopping in front of you blocking the tv, “Y/N talk to Seokmin.”

You continue shovelling cereal strait out of the box into your mouth, completely ignoring your friends outburst.

“Y/N!” He yells, throwing a pillow from the sofa at you, “Talk. To. Seok!”

“Nope,” you grab another handful of frosted flakes out of the box, leaning to the side so you can see the tv again.

“You have to! He misses you! You miss him! No more fighting!”

“I do not miss him!” You argue and Seungkwan looks at you like you’re crazy.

“Y/N you’re home alone on a Friday night, eating cereal out of the box and binge watching dance moms… did you even brush your hair today?” When you don’t answer Seungkwan takes a deep breath and kneels down in front of you.

“Look, I know you both had this whole no feelings deal going on, but don’t tell me you don’t feel anything for him,”

“Of course I do, he’s my friend Kwan,” you try to defend but Seungkwan just shakes his head.

“No Y/N, he’s more than that and you know it, and you may not see it but you mean more to him too. You both broke your deal,” he giggles, putting a hand on your knee trying to help you admit what you’ve known deep down all along. “Pretending is hurting you more.”

With glassy eyes you look up at your best friend, feeling the walls you’d had built around your heart for months slowly start to crumble, feelings flooding through you entire body like a dam had broken inside your chest and suddenly you can’t keep the tears in anymore.

“It’s…it’s too late,” you shake your head, letting out the most heart-breaking sob that Seungkwan had ever heard, he felt his own heart squeeze watching you fall apart.

“It’s not too late Y/N,” he rubs soothing circles on your knees, “you just have to tell him.”

—-

Seungkwan drove you over to the SVT house, helping you build the courage to go confront your feelings for Seokmin head on. The staircase up to his room feels never ending as you try and take it one at a time. Where you really going to do this? Confess after not speaking for weeks? The gathering crowd of members at the bottom of the stairs weren’t exactly giving you much of a choice, they were blocking the escape route.

When you walk in, Seokmin is lying on the bed facing away from you, “go away Seungkwan, I don’t want to go talk to her.”

“What if I came to you?” You whisper, not being able to force your voice any louder out of nerves. He jumps at your voice, not expecting you to be standing there at the foot of his bed. You were fiddling with your fingers and could see he was trying to find something to say - but you had to say it before you chickened out.

“I know you don’t want to talk to me but just listen,” you hold your hands up to stop him from moving any closer or saying anything that could stop you, “I messed up. We said there’d be no feelings and for a long time I think I convinced myself that there wasn’t, but then you crashed my date and I was so mad at you because I couldn’t even give this other guy a chance without feeling guilty; then I spent the whole second date waiting for you to show up again. I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss waking up in your arms; I miss hearing you singing in my shower. I have feelings for you and I think you have feelings for me too, otherwise crashing that date was a really shitty move…”

Before you can keep rambling on, Seokmin rushes across the room and crashes his lips against yours. Holding your face in his hands so gently but kissing you like his life depended on it. It took you a second to get over the shock of feeling him so close again before you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down deeper into the kiss.

When you both finally broke away, out of breath and foreheads pressed together, Seokmin reaches out to wipe away the stray tears that were falling down your cheeks, ignoring his own.

“We are so stupid,” he whispers, “I think I’ve loved you this entire time, I was just too stupid to do anything about it.”

With a soft giggle you wipe his cheeks too, “no feelings” you scoff, “what were we thinking?”

[flaming-potato-arson]

Cookie Crumbs, Singing, and Bad Dancing

So I entered the VLD Halloween Exchange (I never got anything but nm) and got @fumiikage. Here’s my entry from 2 ish weeks ago.

“We need to piss Iverson fucking off!”

“He did dare us to enter the talent show.” Hunk reminds Pidge, walking side by side to her in hallway. A laptop and what Keith thinks is a robot is pressed to her chest, a cord dangling by her knees. Shiro’s already tried to wrap it around her wrist but it came unwound anyway. He’s glancing over her shoulder to make sure it somehow doesn’t mysteriously grow an extra feet and trip the no-sleep genius. “Yeah,” Keith says, lifting and stretching his arm awkwardly so a girl can slip past him in the hallway. He tries not to hiss when his elbow hits the dorm wall when she’s past. “But he’s expecting us to do something crazy to win. We need to do the most classic, white thing ever. His favorite. And ruin it for him, so he’ll never forget the time we showed him up when he sees it. Really throw him for a loop and get his blood boiling.”

“White thing” Allura repeats to herself, tucking her face into her scarf a little more. She shifts closer to Shiro unconsciously.

Outside, it’s mid-winter and snow decorates half the city like frosting on a lumpy cupcake. December break is a week and a half  away, and he’s ready to escape the Garrison's dorms for as long as possible. For a prestigious high school, this place was bat shit insane most the time.

(He couldn’t deny he liked it.)

“Iverson has been playing Christmas music non-stop in class. Singing Christmas songs is white-person-y” Pidge trails off, biting her thumb. “We need someone who can sing.“ She snaps her head up, light reflecting off her glasses haphazardly. Keith feels his shoulders jump, but he ignores it to catch Pidge’s rant as they walk through the hall to Lance’s dorm. The one he shared with Keith and Hunk.

"-Iverson is a dick, as we all know, so of course he plays the oldest, catchy Christmas ear-worms...Jingle Bells isn't good enough, Carol of the Bells is too old-fashioned to ruin it, Hark the Harold Angel Sings needs a damn chipmunk to hit those notes" she snaps, nearly dropping her robot. "All I Want for Christmas is You is his favorite. He played it for an hour and a half straight, I kid you not. I can still hear it in my ears. The whole class probably can. Let's wreck it."

"Alright, so we've picked the song. Now we just need somebody to sing it." Keith nods, recalling the cheery music and screams he had heard passing Iverson's class one day. "Knowing Iverson, they'll have to sing it perfectly. Otherwise, he'll find a way to criticize it." Shiro pointed out, turning the corner behind Pidge. "So, we just need someone with the voice of an angel." Allura snorts. "Plenty of those here, in an academic and sports based boarding school." Hunk adds, stopping in front the door to his, Keith's, and Lance's dorm. "Maybe Lance will know someone?" Allura sounds hopeful. Hunk's silver key slots in the key hole with a quiet click.  "Who doesn't he know?" Pidge asks, tossing a look over her shoulder. Hunk twists the key and the knob. "We'll just have to look around and hope for the best."

Two things waft out of the open door: the warm smell of peanut butter cookies baking. They aren't Hunk's, but warm cookies always remind Keith of late nights sitting cross legged in front of the stove with a younger Shiro, watching round circles of dough bake. The tile floor would be warmed by the dingy stove in front of them, and they'd guess which ones would end up burnt. It was usually most of them. 

And the voice of a literal angel.

If he was a sinner, this voice would be the thing that made him repent.

It's gorgeously high and low, clear and in tune with the song. Each syllable is strong, concise, and obviously practiced. It was the voice of an angel rehearsing. It was beautiful. It was-

"-every mistletoe, until I know it's true love, he thinks of, so next Christmas, I'm not all alone boy- "

Singing a pop song.

"Santa, tell me, if you're really there-"

Keith slowly steps inside, clutching his messenger bag in his hand so it doesn't bang off his hip and hit the wall. Edging inside, he beckons two crooked fingers at the team of Verified Organisms Looking To Rage On Nit-Pickers (they didn't count the p because of the hyphen) to inch inside with him. Cautious breath sharpens his focus. Carefully, he peers into the kitchen.

A tacky radio plays out the song on the countertop. The window is closed, grey curtains leaving the lights to electrically brighten the room.  A tall, young woman twists the dials on the stove, long, light brown hair trailing neatly down the slope of her back. "Santa tell me, if he really cares-" Scattered dirty mixing bowls and a mess of cookie cutters and leftover cookies dough are placed around a smiling, red-faced toddler. He laughs, grabbing at the long, tan fingers playing with him, combing his hair or tugging his clothes.  The hands lead up to skinny arms with lean muscle, which curve inward to broad shoulders and sharp collarbones above a solid chest and narrowed waist. Rocking heels sway long legs and hips.

"-someone to hold, be my fire in the cold-"

All of that (glorious body) was under a smooth neck and narrow chin. Soft lips sing out the next line.

"-Or if it's true love, that he thinks of, -”

Lips he's seen before.

(Okay, fantasized.)

That glorious voice, is coming from Lance.

Lance fucking McClain, the memeiest of VOLTRON and target of Iverson.

Hell yes.

“Lance! You can sing?" Pidge screeches. Two reactions whip through Lance. His left arm is a literal blur as he smacks the radio off the counter. Cradled in his right is his baby nephew. Surprise and concern (and a little bit of fear and something new) sharpen his face.

"You bet your life my brother can sing." The woman snorts, turning around from where she had bent to take out a sheet of cookies. "Our uncle was a chorus teacher and no way in this world was he going to leave his nephew tone deaf." She slips off the oven mitts and dusts off her hands.  Her wide, demanding posture looked hilarious compared to Lance's awkward one. The toddler stretches out his arms from Lance's hold. His mom hauls her purse on her shoulder, throws the bowls in the sink, and takes the gurgling kid from Lance. "Name it, Lance can sing it. That's the last tray, I hope you won't eat all of them yourself, but that's always a hope. I've got to get home, love you little bro, don't forget to study!" A Confident Mom Whirlwind passes them in the hallway before the door in being closed with a bang.

"Hey, Lance. I've got a plan..."

"Oh God, oh God, that's a big crowd..."

Lance sways side to side in place, hand discreetly holding back part of the curtain. Loud, rambunctious teenagers and stoic teachers fill the seats. The Talent Show would start in 5 minutes, but Lance wasn't even going first. His fidgeting hands shouldn't be tugging at his jacket this early. That new, unusual emotion shouldn't be playing in his face. "Hey," Keith says. "Want to make fun of the other acts while we wait?" "What?" Lance asks, dropping the curtain back into place. The audience disappears behind it.  His pink face is turned towards Keith and his arms are wrapped around his stomach.

"Well, see that girl on stilts?" Keith points to the girl in the 4 foot stilts and strange sheets. "Give me the craziest story for her.” "Ah" Lance bites the tip of his finger, clearly thinking, checks still light pink. (Holy shit- that is cute, get it together Kogane-) "Girl high on smoke from burning hotel room that was used by a drug dealer becomes stilt walker?" Keith snorts. "Sure. Now, what's his?"

"Now, Lance McClain, singing "All I Want for Christmas is You!" 

This time, Lance's cheeks are starting to burn and Keith can clearly tell what that emotion from the first time he heard Lance sing was: embarrassment.

He steps on stage, pushing back the curtain, leaving the rest of VOLTRON in the shadowy wings of the stage

Even in jeans and a baseball tee, he's damn gorgeous, bright lights bringing out his beauty.

He stands. Brings the mic to his lips.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas..."

(The note hangs in the air and Lance's cheeks are on fire.)

Except Keith.

Impulsively, he jumps out on to the stage, ratty flannel on his hips and beanie smooshing his hair. He's even surprising himself.  The audience stares at him in shock, most having jumped back from the bang he made. Lance looks back over his shoulder.

Keith starts interpretively dancing.

Putting on a sassy face, he wags his finger.

Oh God, what am I doing?

There's a few giggles from the audience. But more importantly, the thing that convinces him to stay of this damn stage and make a fool of himself, is Lance's reassured smile.

"There is just one thing I need,"

He sticks up a finger and holds his hand close to his heart, sweet grin on his face.

"I don't care about the presents..."

Keith walks across the stage briskly, dismissively waving his hand.

He stops and folds himself into a box, crouching down.

"Underneath the Christmas tree..."

He springs back animatedly and hangs his arms over the spot he was in, mimicking branches.

"I don't need to hang my stocking, There upon the fireplace..."

Spinning around, he pushes a tack into the air before frowning at it.

"Santa Claus won't make me happy..."

Keith crosses his arms and huffs. 

"With a toy on Christmas Day!”

With loud, heavy thumps he clomps across the stage like a Nutcracker.Â

"I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know..."

(God, that was true)

Keith points out to the crowd, then pokes the top of his head.

"Make my wish come true, All I want for Christmas is you, You baby!"

First, he clasps his hands together and turns to them imaginary sky. And then, he points to the crowd and makes incredibly awkward rocking motions.

"Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas..," 

He crosses his arms as an x.

"I won't even wish for snow...."

This is where he takes the awkwardness of dancing horribly on stage to a new level. He shakes his head, and then proceeds to wiggle his fingers while dragging them down through the air

"And I'm just gonna keep on waiting...."

A giant clock motion that involves both his arms.

"Underneath the mistletoe!"

Pinching his fingers, Keith shakes them over his head, stepping closer to Lance

"I won't make a list and send it , To the North Pole for Saint Nick....”

He scribbles quickly and slices his hand out, like he was throwing a playing card

"I won't even stay awake to, Hear those magic reindeer click!" 

More wagging fingers and snapping.

"Cause I just want you here tonight 

Holding on to me so tight...."

Keith wraps his arms around himself and takes big, wide, spinning steps

" What more can I do?

He throws up his arms and gives the crowd a what-can-you-do-about-it face. "Baby all I want for Christmas is you! You you you baby!"

More crazed pointing and irregular rocking.

"And everyone is singing, I hear those sleigh bells ringing!”

He shakes his fists and cups his ear. "Santa won't you bring me the one I really need? Won't you please bring my baby to me?"

He sways to the song, making a fist and pulling it down to his heart. 

"Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas, This is all I'm asking for...."

The notes are slowing down, Lance's voice really being tested. It was sweet and slow and perfect, and Keith would've given anything to bask in it longer. 

"I just want to see my baby...

Honestly shady, he points two fingers to his eyes then flicks them out at the crowd. Then, more aggressive rocking motions.

"Standing right outside my door...."

He draws a doorframe with his hands and steps through. 

"Oh I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know..."

Keith sways over to Lance, and drapes himself over his back, putting a finger to Lance's temple. "Make my wish come true...."

It's been a long, impulsive night for Keith. And with a blinding smile from Lance and warm, soft skin beneath him, Keith literally could not make the wrong choice in his eyes.

He leans around and kisses Lance square on the mouth.

After the pause, Lance pulls back, face redder than ever.

"Oh, baby all I want for Christmas is you ,yo-ou baby." The voice crack does not go unnoticed.

The crowd hoots and hollers. Wolf whistles fill the room.

Twisting Lance to face him better, Keith pulls him down to his lips. The crowd's screaming, cheering, going utterly completely wild, but their energy couldn't match the feelings in their kiss. Lance winds an arm between them, the other holding the mic, and grips the hair at the back of his neck. Keith is slowly putting his back to the crowd, shifting for a better position but too caught up in the now to move quickly. Hot, pliable lips push back against his and trust and passion charge his motions. He responds desperately to Lance, the first sweet caramel taste just a temptation for the thirst in him.

The noise Lance makes when he bites Lance's lower lip gets caught in the mic.

And now they're both red, panting. Hurriedly, Lance shoves the mic in the announcer's hand and grabs Keith, sprinting backstage, away from the screaming.

They make out in a dark corner until they hear the announcer's slightly confused voice.  

"And the winners are.... Klance? What?

Breaking their lip lock, Lance gasps for air and pulls back, gulping air deeply like it'll glue his composure together. "C'mon, we won." He smirks, quickly fixing Keith to look as presentable as possible before pulling him off the wooden block. Lance forgets to straighten his clothes.

The masses start their trademark unholy screeching.