#went last min gift shopping today and had to wrap them at the speed of light

[yoimix]

𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 | 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦

series: yoimix christmas event !! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)

pairing: alhaitham x reader

synopsis: if christmas is the season of giving, then you’re giving up on both alhaitham’s ability to play nice, and your teetering love life.

prompt: decorating the tree + mutual pining + modern au

genre: fluff, e2l

wc: 2.8k

warnings: language, this is just 90% bickering 

a/n: holy shit i got derailed from the schedule but i finally decorated the tree with my family (and attempted fixing the busted christmas lights) so merry christmas, my sunshines!! hope you have a lovely time and a wonderful year ahead ❣️

Alhaitham is a man of many talents.

Choosing Christmas ornaments is not one of them. You’re not sure if it’s because he’s aesthetically impaired or if he genuinely never decorated a tree before—but shopping with him has been one hell of a nightmare. It’s a shame he’s been selected as the one to host this year’s Christmas party. Lucky for him, the good samaritan in you decided to help him out. (Even though he told you to not bother and ‘mind your own business’.)

Not because you’re regrettably in love with him.

This year, Fate decided to stitch you a get-along sweater from previous years’ antics because you’re stuck helping him. You couldn’t refuse when Nilou personally called you up to make sure the background for the Instagram posts aren’t downright grotesque (of course, she put it rather nicely but that’s what she meant). You’d take any excuse to see his handsome face and sketch a frown onto it.

“Why the fuck did you buy the yellow ones? They’re hideous!” You hold up the bells, colored a neon yellow with sparkly bits and pieces, and certainly not easy on the eyes. It’s borderline vomit-colored. You never know how he manages to pick the worst thing that has ever befallen your eyes every time.

“They were Buy 6 Get 6 free.” Alhaitham shrugs. How you wish you could knock the nonchalant look off his face. 

“You don’t go by deals when you’re decorating!” You groan, exasperated. “Now we have twelve of these ugly motherfuckers.”

“They were also the first I saw in that aisle,” he answers, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t understand why you want to spend hours and hours walking around the department store when we can get the job done in five minutes.”

“Well, you’re doing a very sloppy job, bonehead.”

“At least we could get to the decorating part thanks to my intervention.” He crosses his arms. “Otherwise, we’d still be at the mall.”

“God, you are such a—ugh! Fine, let’s get on with it.”

Alhaitham hums in agreement—of course, he never bothers to spare more words than necessary. That’s an invitation to you, though, to provoke him till you have his full attention. Call it childish but you enjoy the cracks in his solid stances.

Besides, it’s not like he cares.

What you have is not a crush anymore—it’s festered into something more vile, more self-serving, and more fun. It’s not like it was back in college, when you could quarrel to your hearts’ content over assignments and exam scores. You have adult jobs now and seeing each other is much more irregular. You never expected silence to be so full of disquiet. 

However, the Christmas reunion every year gets blood rushing to your arteries faster than you let on. There is no greater spectacle for your friends than you and Alhaitham trying to one-up each other over every little festive detail. Last year, it was a squabble over the Christmas music selection, and the year before it was about the photos not turning out quite so well (Refer: Alhaitham’s lack of aesthetic sense), and once it was even about who’s the better driver just because you decided to drive to midnight mass. Let’s not even get started on preparing Christmas dinner. At the very least, though, your friends get to enjoy extravagant gifts from your unspoken gift-giving competition. It’s not like you’ll let a man flash his dollars in your face when you earn just as much, if not more. 

This year, obviously, you need to coach him on style.

“Don’t hang that on the tree—oh Jesus, I must personally apologize to you for whatever this heathen is doing to the tree. I promise I had no part in it—”

“Will you quit babbling and try to get shit done?”

You scoff. “I’d rather swallow concrete than let you put that up. I’m trying to save all of our eyes.”

“I highly doubt you have the capability.”

Alhaitham may not be that interested in this but like hell he’d let you do better. That’s the sort of man he is.

“You narcissistic ass…” You mutter, standing on your tiptoes to hang the rest of the little gift boxes.

“My, aren’t you sweeping self-awareness under the rug today?”

“Go fuck yourself, Alhaitham.”

You can feel the smirk on his face even if you don’t look up at him. 

To be very honest, you’re quite comfortable with how it is. Any step further, and you’ll be falling and scraping your knees; any larger distance and you’ll be bored out of your mind.

“Not that.”

You pull Alhaitham back by his sweater, somehow uglier than yours when you’ve been winning ugly sweater competitions since age eight. Seriously, whatever Eldritch horror rendition of a llama is on his sweater freaks you out. Apparently his niece stitched it herself so you’ll cut him some slack. It’s rather sweet of him, even.

“If not these, then what?” Alhaitham sighs, holding back the little neon murderers of the Christmas spirit. “Do you want to leave half the tree plain?”

“Obviously not, idiot. I’ll fashion some dice into ornaments. Ooh, maybe I can wrap some fruits in aluminum foil and hang them. I’ll paint.”

“What a nuisance,” he mutters, eyelids lowered. You swear it’s your lips he’s staring at but that can’t be possible.

It must be a trick of the light. You look away, shifting your focus to the leftover fairy lights. 

“And- and I have ribbons,” you continue, pretending you never noticed. “There’s also some Kalpalata lotuses we could stick in the branches. That’d be pretty, right?”

“Mhm, yes. Very unique.”

Your eyebrows travel halfway to your hairline. Alhaitham furrows his brows at your stunned silence, unsure of what caused the reaction.

“That’s the first time you’ve complimented me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Alhaitham’s serious response to your rivalry used to be your best validation. It’s not like you mind the occasional nice words though.

“Ooh, that makes me crave it more,” you tease, elbowing him as he purposely avoids your gaze.

“You get older but never wiser, do you?” He grumbles. 

“Then, O Great Sage, what is your wisdom tonight?”

Alhaitham turns to you sharply, leaning in just enough to make your breath hitch in your throat. You can’t even take a step back for fear of the tree toppling. It seems he’s effectively grounded you. The lack of distance, however, does not fall inside your comfort zone. Is it terrible that you can’t stop staring? Everything about him is so annoyingly attractive, from the high cheekbones to the perfectly carved lips. 

“I know you enjoy pushing my buttons,” he speaks by your ear, voice low. “And efficiency is not a key you’ve ever held. But let’s try, hm?”

You’re only cheeky out of habit. “Do you like watching me squirm? Pervert.”

Alhaitham breathes out, clearly accepting his defeat. “It’s five already. Everyone arrives in two hours.”

You shrug. “We’re pretty much done, aren’t we? Unless you want me put in an ice rink and a cocktail bar too, your highness.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. You’re starting to miss the biting retorts. “Did you check the lights like I asked you to?”

“Oh shit.”

The Christmas lights are at least eight feet long and you have no idea why he has these. This man does not look like he feels any emotion from fairy lights. They’re braided every five light bulbs, and much to your and Alhaitham’s chagrin, they flicker and die midway. They are pretty though, emanatinga. warm golden glow. Very  

“God, I could be out partying right now,” you groan. “Why did I sign up for this?”

“That sounds like a plan. Please do me a favor and go partying.” Alhaitham takes the plug out of the socket, sighing. You press your lips into a thin line and snatch the plug, testing out the wiring. It’s just a little puzzle to solve. You’ve dealt with enough home electricals in your life. You can’t say the same for Mr Paper-for-brains.

“Despite your looks, you’re somehow the nerdiest loser I’ve ever met.” You huff, taking out each bulb and placing bits of aluminum foil to ensure the connections.

“What, because I don’t spend my Friday evenings inebriated?”

“Alcohol could do you some good, actually.”

He meets your retort with a sigh and you take it as a victory. You’re not some child throwing a tantrum that willful ignorance of your actions will get you to feel remorse. 

“It’s already sunset.” Alhaitham clicks his tongue. “The clock’s ticking and you still haven’t rid your habit of messing around with every little thing you see.”

“I’m not messing around! I just wanna solve it like a puzzle.”

“We could just buy new ones,” he states, a deadpan stare directed at you.

“...Or we could do that.” You turn away, breaking eye contact. “But seriously, don’t you find joy in solving some problems the hard way? Like, you wouldn’t set fire to a puzzle as an attempt to solve it.”

Alhaitham pauses, lips parted slightly but he can’t come up with a retort. He’s probably just amazed at your exceptionally stupid example. Even if that was your attempt to salvage your ego, you’re not entirely lying. You wouldn’t be here right now if you didn’t have the tendency to take longer, more troublesome, and more scenic routes. Your original sin is never letting go.

“Cat got your tongue?” You offer him a sarcastic smile. “I know it’s not the same—”

“The way you think is quite fascinating,” he says quietly. “I don’t understand—I’m drawn to it.”

You swallow your own words. Out of all the possible sentences that could’ve come out of his mouth, that wasn’t the one you were expecting.

“You’re creative,” he hums, tapping his fingers against the couch headrest idly. “And you’re strange.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.”

For the first time this evening, Alhaitham laughs. It’s dry, but it’s a deep sound nonetheless. You can’t take your eyes off him.

“Somehow, I can never understand you,” he responds, leaning back against the wall. “Maybe I never will. You piss me off.”

You let go of the lights and move to sit on the couch arm, looking up at him with a wondrous smile.

“And yet, you always stare at my lips. Are you so eager for the profanities that leave them?”

“I do not.”

A subtle snarl twists his lips. 

“Oh? You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“Do I now?”

His voice is raised, and he’s no longer leaning against the wall. This is getting exciting. You’d do anything to keep his eyes on you.

“Yes, and you can’t stand it,” you state your theory, even if you don’t believe in it. There are limits to the lengths you’ll go, but you haven’t reached there yet.

Alhaitham knits his brows, clearly soured with the exchange by now with his tense shoulders and deep frown. You quite like that look on him. Especially when he looks at you like that at this proximity. It’s an honor to rile up the Alhaitham, infamous throughout your academic life. You’re not so bad yourself.

You blow a raspberry at him. “Do it, coward. Kiss me.” 

“You know what? Fucking gladly.”

Before you can process it, a soft pair of lips push against yours, while his hands hold you by the waist to keep you in place. You give in for a flash of a second, before you pull away with a gasp. That was not good for your heart. However, you’re not the only one in dire conditions. 

Alhaitham is a sight to behold. His face is the color of ripe Henna berries—you’re not sure if it’s from the kiss or the fact that he’s still pissed off at you. You reach out to press your palm against his cheek, the gesture softening his gaze ever so slightly.

This time, you tug him in, the kiss hesitant at first before the two of you ease into it. When your noses bump, you hold back a giggle and you can feel him smile against your lips. Oh, you’ve never seen all these hues and shades before. You pull away, and he nearly chases your lips before his ego yanks him back by the collar.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” You smirk.

“Not a chance.”

“Then look me in the eyes.”

Alhaitham meets your gaze with no protest whatsoever, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Even in defeat, he manages to look like the arrogant bastard he is.

“Lying doesn’t suit you, sweetheart,” you tut.

Alhaitham raises an eyebrow.

“Tell me again, what you said to me at graduation.”

“What did I say?” You feign ignorance. At the time, it seemed like an appropriate response to him holding up his 4.0 over your 3.95. The goal was never just summa cum laude.

“That you hate me,” he answers, pulling you closer and closer till his mouth hovers above yours. “Tell me you hate me and call me a liar once more. I dare you.”

“I hate you,” you breathe against his lips, “I hate you so much.”

“Liar.” The smile against your lips is sweeter than holiday season. In fact, it might even be comparable to your rich chocolate cookies in ecstasy. 

You pull away with a teasing smile. “Have you been thinking I hate you for all these years?”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes to the side, completely ignoring your remark.

“You like me, don’t you?” Your smile grows wider, a sudden rush of schoolgirl infatuation filling you. 

“How in the ever loving fuck did you come to that conclusion?”

The sarcasm drips like honey off his voice. As if you couldn’t fall any further.

“Maybe you should kiss me again, so I can gather more evidence for a stronger conclusion. I wouldn’t go wrong with my hypothesis.” You lean in, grinning as brightly as the stars in the sky.

He hums, fighting back a smile. “Well, I do support the scientific method.” 

“Okay, so whatever feud you’re having, I’m on (name)’s side—oh.”

Kaveh freezes at the doorway. Surely, the one image he never would’ve conjured up in his head was that of you sitting on the floor between Alhaitham’s legs, his arms wrapped around your waist as you sort through your Christmas cards. And the two of you are laughing. Is that not cause for concern? 

“You know, when people are built like a coconut tree, they shouldn’t be standing in front of doors—oh.”

Cyno is your next victim, and his jaw drops less conspicuously than Kaveh’s does but it surprises him nonetheless. He swears on his gold star espeon card that he’d sooner expect Alhaitham to drop dead than admit his crush on you. No, even if he got over his emotional constipation, Cyno didn’t think you’d be at peace without pressing something to his throat. It truly is a Christmas miracle.

“Boys, can we not clog the doorway?” Dehya groans. “I get that this is the first time you knuckleheads have ever sensed emotion, but we saw this coming a mile away.”

“Oh, don’t be mean, Dehya,” Dunyarzad pokes Dehya’s side, causing the latter to giggle and wrap her arm around Dunyarzad’s waist. “Besides, you went into shock too when I suggested they might have a thing for each other.”

Dehya opens her mouth and closes it again. “You got me there.”

“Alright now, everyone,” Nilou stands on her tiptoes to peek over Kaveh and Dehya’s shoulders. “I set them up and I can’t see the fruit of my efforts.”

“You did what?!” You yell, getting pulled down by Alhaitham when you try to get up. Shooting him a glare, you get comfortable anyway.

“Oh, now you hear me.” 

You try your best to not look offended. Alhaitham tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow raised in curiosity towards the information Nilou just dropped. There’s no schemes without him.

“You just needed an excuse and I knew—”

“Nilou, please stop talking, I’ll buy you more shiba inu figurines.”

“No bribe can—”

“Broadway tickets.”

Nilou makes a gesture of zipping her lips. “My lips are sealed, your highness.”

Alhaitham sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You do know that I’m aware of your advances? You’re not very subtle.”

Your jaw drops, offended. “I thought I was being sexy and flirty and mysterious.”

“You were literally none of those. All you did was drive me up a wall.”

“But did that work?”

“Yes.”

Kaveh makes a gagging sound. “If you guys start making out during Nightmare before Christmas, I will vomit all over you.”

“Did you pay rent or are you going to dirty someone else’s living room?” Alhaitham asks.

Kaveh looks away, whistling a note. It elicits a wave of laughter, and like dominoes, Christmas eve is set into motion. The presents line the base of the tree, the lights have been dimmed till only the fairy lights shine, and Alhaitham has started the hallmark movie after much grumbling. 

Maybe the Christmas spirit has some meaning after all; and you could debate this with your boyfriend, but it is the most wonderful time of the year to celebrate anniversaries.

[korean-hellhole]

Everything.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Christmas/YouTuber AU

About: You receive cute bunny plush from one of your viewers for Christmas.

Word Count: 2k.8

Date: 11 December 2017

A/N: This is the first story for my BTS Christmas Masterlist which is being updated throughout December! I hope you like this story I’m crying over how cute this guy is. ;-;

“I still can’t believe so many people send you so many Christmas gifts every year. Honestly (Y/N) …your viewers are so fucking devoted, I can’t even. Look at this! Somebody got you something from fucking Swarovski!”

You giggled at your friend’s astonishment before turning to continue stacking up the Christmas presents that had piled up in your room.

“Remember not to open any of them Lexi!”

She huffed, slightly disappointed she wouldn’t be able to see what was inside the fancy blue jewellery box and walked over to you with another wrapped present. “Yeah yeah I know, you open all the gifts during the filming of your video.”

You nodded, smiling as she groaned playfully every time she saw an expensive gift. “I swear I would become a Youtuber just for the sake of receiving this many presents in Christmas…”

Lexi grabbed a heavy package from the floor before turning around to leave it on the heap of gifts on top of your bed when she bumped into another present.

The gift box fell from the presents tower, tumbling into the ground and you watched as the lid slid towards your bedroom’s door before rushing to pick up the box.

Kneeling down next to the package, you couldn’t help but shyly peek inside the topless container and your breath hitched. Your friend’s apologies fell silent to your ears as your eyes landed on the grey bunny soft toy resting on top of a velvety surface.

Before your mind could even process what you were doing, you had picked the soft rabbit from the box so you could hold it closer to you. The bunny’s ears flopped beside its face in an endearing manner and the two large black eyes shined innocently back at you.

You tugged at the bright red bow tied around its neck marvelling at the rich smooth texture of it and glanced back to the box to notice a rectangular shaped card lying where the bunny once lied.

Picking up the cream coloured card with your free hand, you smiled as you read the neat handwriting written.

His name is Kookie.

“Kookie huh?” Your eyes lit up at the cute name and Lexi chuckled while smirking at you. “What happened with not opening any gifts before filming (Y/N)?”

“Well you were the one who knocked the present.”

She puffed her cheeks indignantly when she couldn’t think of anything to counter your argument but grinned at the bunny in your hands. “It is pretty cute. Who’s it from?”

You looked for the name of Kookie’s last owner and shrugged when it was nowhere to be found. “I don’t know; they didn’t leave their name.” Your friend gasped dramatically, her eyes glinting mischievously. “What if it was a boy? Oooh (Y/N) you have a secret admirer ~~”

“Oh hush.” You smiled at her antics and placed the last present on top of your bed before resting your hands against the curve of your hips and admiring the pile of gifts your precious viewers had sent you. Just like Lexi, you were extremely surprised when your followers had started sending gifts, it had started three years ago when one of your fans had given you a Christmas present. You had been so excited, you uploaded a video thanking the sweet girl for the package and to your dismay, the following year you had found a pile of Christmas gifts from your viewers on your doorstep that seemed to increase during the whole month of December.

So, you had decided to make it a tradition to open all the presents in annual video you posted mid December. The gifts ranged from cute cartoon drawings of yourself to luxurious and sparkling jewelry and despite adoring every single present, you silently wondered if you were worth all this affection from people you’d never even met before.

You looked away from the heap of presents, your gaze setting on the white scenery outside your house. Small snowflakes sat around the edges of your window and they seemed to slowly melt away with the late afternoon winter sunlight. “I should start filming before the sun sets.” You muttered softly, hugging the bunny close to your chest before glancing at your friend with pleading eyes.

Lexi rolled her eyes, knowing she was about to get kicked out and walked out of the bedroom, waving as she left. “I know when I’m being asked to leave, text me when you finished (Y/N)!”

You waved back before closing the door and rushing to set up your film gear and camera out and sat on your bed. Hiding the bunny behind your back, you smiled and faced the the camera just as it started filming and smiled sweetly, waving enthusiastically at the lens.

“Hi guys, Merry Christmas!”

Jungkook stumbled into his room in a hurry, groaning as he bumped into the walls and furniture and flopped onto the bed to reach for his laptop desperately.

After receiving a Twitter notification from your account informing your followers that your new ‘Opening viewers’ Christmas gifts’ was being released today at 8 PM (PST), he soon realized that was exactly in 5 minutes and immediately rushed to wait for the video.

Struggling to plug in his headphones, his mind went into frenzy as he watched the time on the top corner of the screen.

12:56PM (KST)

“Fuck.” He muttered, noting the video was 4 minutes from being uploaded. The YouTube page popped up and he typed in your name hurriedly in the search bar. Your smiling face appeared on the bright screen and he clicked on it, his cheeks flushing at how cute you look in that picture.

His finger tapped the cool surface of his laptop and his leg bounced impatiently as he stared at the time intently. The raven haired boy silently willed for time to speed up, cheering loudly when the digits on the clock shifted.

12:57PM (KST)

The boy’s eyes darted around the room, trying to find a distraction and spotted the trashcan which was filled with cream coloured cards with the phrase: ‘His name is Kookie’ written on them.

His heart pounded loudly against his chest at the thought of watching your adorable expressions and hearing you giggle at the crazy gifts your viewers had bought.

Jungkook had been watching you for exactly 2 years now, your cheerfulness and endearing clumsiness capturing his heart, and it had taken him exactly the same amount of time to get past his fear of rejection and buy you a Christmas present. It had started out as spark of curiosity when a classmate of his introduced your channel to him, he found amusement in how embarrassed you could get at small insignificant things, until he soon realized that the interest had grown into affection while he wasn’t looking and all of his thoughts were gradually occupied by you, your smile, your laugh… everything about you made his knees weak.

The raven haired boy had been taking a walk down the streets of Seoul with his friends when a grey bunny soft toy sitting on an armchair in a store window caught his eye and the boy immediately rushed into the shop.

He remembered Taehyung and Jin asking what was wrong as the six boys awkwardly walked into the girly store to stand behind their maknae. Jungkook gingerly took the rabbit and he couldn’t help but imagine you holding the grey bunny, playing with its long floppy ears, snuggling with it while looking outside the window with sheets wrapped heavily around your body and his heart sped up in excitement.

12:58PM (KST)

“Is it for your girlfriend?”

Jungkook turned to see a girl staring at him expectantly, when they made eye contact she grinned and gestured towards the name tag on her shirt. “I work here.” She explained and the boy nodded in understanding before looking back down at the bunny.

“Hyungs! What do you think of this for (Y/N)?”

The boys groaned, realizing what this was all about, except Jimin; who grinned and gave him thumbs up. “Are you finally getting her a Christmas present Jungkookie?” Jungkook smiled fondly and nodded, before gulping nervously when he read the price tag.

“She’s worth everything.” He whispered after a while and handed the bunny plush to the girl.

She beamed and took the grey rabbit over to the cash register, the boys following, snickering at the love struck expression on their maknae’s face.

12:59PM (KST)

Min Yoongi sighed as he watched the young boy walk cheerfully with a small skip on his step and wondered loudly. “Jungkook-ah I don’t want to question your judgement but in what fucking world do you think 150,000 won on a soft toy for a girl you don’t even know is a good idea?”

Jin smacked the blonde boy, worried he might have angered Jungkook. He knew how sensitive the youngest was when it came to the famous American YouTuber: (Y/N) but was shocked when all Jungkook did was chuckle at Yoongi’s bluntness and swing the bag cheerfully.

“Like I said before…(Y/N)’s worth everything.”

1:00PM (KST)

The moment the digits shifted once more, Jungkook snapped from his daze and before he knew what he was doing, his finger had tapped on the refresh button and your new video popped up.

The boy’s fingers guided the mouse clumsily towards the most recent video and and clicked with so much force he was sure the trackpad would crack.

Your smiling face appeared on screen and Jungkook swore at that moment, he had never been more in love with anyone else as he was with you. He stared at the cute red antlers sticking up from your glossy hair framing your face and the way your large baby pink sweater sleeves engulfed your hands in the most endearing manner as you raised them to wave at the camera.

“Hi guys, Merry Christmas!”

Jungkook blushed heavily at the sight of your sweet smile and gentle eyes that seemed to twinkle under the Christmas lights hanging on your bedroom wall. He yearned to be sitting next to you on the bed, to wrap his arms around your waist and have you lean against his chest fall asleep, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat and to wake you up by showering your adorable face with light kisses until you were giggling uncontrollably.  

The raven haired boy tore his gaze from you to look at the presents neatly stacked on your bed and tried to find that familiar cardboard box with the huge red bow he’d spent countless hours making and tensed when it was nowhere to be seen.

Had the present not arrived to California yet?

Did it get lost in the way?

Did you even know it existed?!

Fear and disappointment washed over Jungkook as you slowly started opening each present with care, your eyes lighting up at every gift before thanking the person with a bright beam. He watched you with a sad smile on his face, even though he had just lost almost half of his savings on a gift that was never going to reach you…even though his heart ached at the thought of you never being able to hold the soft bunny he had picked out for you with so much fondness, just watching you grin and giggle brought a smile into his face.

Deep inside though, he was slightly relieved you hadn’t gotten his present. Compared to the expensive crystal necklaces and earrings you had received, a simple grey rabbit seemed so small and inferior. The boy gazed at your figure longingly as you turned your head to look for more presents to open before twisting back to the camera, your grin lighting up your entire face, arms hidden behind your back.

“Well, I guess we finished opening all the gifts!”

Jungkook sagged, his head hanging low. So his present really hadn’t arrived…

“…Well...all except for one.”

The raven haired boy tensed, looking back at the laptop screen to watch you giggle nervously. “I know I always open all the presents so you guys can see my reaction, but my best friend, Lexi, was here and she bumped into one of the boxes while we were organizing them and I just couldn’t help but peek inside when the lid fell off the package!” You avoided looking into the camera lens as you confessed what you had done in shame.

Jungkook’s eyes widened as you brought your arms from behind your back, holding a grey bunny plush in your hands and his breath hitched.

Is that…?

“The person who gave this to me never wrote their name on the package but I really want to thank you mysterious gifter! His name is Kookie, isn’t he just the cutest!”

The boy read the Korean subtitles as fast as he could before glancing up at your face and he was sure at that moment, he had never felt to happy. You had the bunny hugged against your pink sweater, your cute nose nuzzling the top of his head making Jungkook’s heart feel like it was about to burst from his chest.

He was in love with you. He was sure of it. He loved you so much it physically hurt him to watch your grin on the screen, to know that your bright laughs and warm smiles weren’t directed to him and him only, he was so close yet so far away from you, before he knew it, a tear had slipped  onto his pale cheek, followed by another and another.

“Anyways, before I finish this video I just wanted to let you guys know I will be travelling to another country for the holidays…In fact, by the time I’ve uploaded this video I will probably be already there! I’m not telling you guys where I’m headed but I’ll keep you updated so make sure to not miss any of my travel blogs!”

You winked playfully at the camera and waved goodbye before the screen went black. With that, Jungkook closed the lid of his laptop and lied on his bed, eyes fluttering shut, an involuntary grin stretching across his lips.

He was right…You were worth everything.

The raven haired boy stuffed his hands into the pocket of his red hoodie and shivered at the cold. It was snowing in Seoul and as much Jungkook enjoyed the beauty of the first snow slowly falling into the city streets, he definitely did not appreciate the the crude cold it brought with it.

As he turned around the corner, a flash of pink caught his eye and the boy’s gaze fell on a girl standing a block away from him. Her fingers clutched a map of the city as she looked around the streets in confusion. Jungkook could only see her back but he was sure that large pink sweater looked familiar and those glossy locks that enticed him like a moth to a flame could only belong to one person.

“I just wanted to let you guys know I will be travelling to another country for the holidays…”

Realization hit the boy like a ton of bricks as Jungkook continued staring at the back of her head… Was he dreaming? Of course, he had imagined scenarios where the two of you would meet someday but he didn’t think it was possible!

…

Could it?

There was only one way to find out.

With his heart pounding so loud he was sure the girl would be able to hear it even from a block away, Jungkook gulped and walked towards her, his hands shaking as he stopped, his dark eyes never leaving the girl’s figure as she turned her map sideways, oblivious to the nervous wreck behind her.

“E-excuse m-me?” The raven haired boy tapped her shoulder lightly and held his breath as he waited for the girl to notice him.

As soon the boy spoke, you froze and stopped fidgeting with the paper map you had bought after leaving the airport. His words were heavily laced with Korean accent but you clearly recognized them as English and you turned around to face him, a relieved smile stretching across your lips at the thought of speaking to someone in a language you actually understood.

“Hello…Can I help you?”

Jungkook felt his heart stop when you turned on the heel of your boot to glance up at him, those dazzling eyes he could recognize anywhere meeting his, and a warm smile lighting up the entire city that was dedicated just for him and him only.

No fucking way.

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