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“Ah! Ah!” you pant as Yoongi slams his hips into you. The motion jostles you forward, and your grip on Taehyung’s cock loosens as you try to remain on your knees. “Fuck!”

“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” Yoongi grunts, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts away. You bounce as you bob your head on Taehyung’s dick, deep throating his thick length.

Caught between the two men, in the throes of ecstasy, you think for the briefest of moments how this isn’t the New Year’s Eve you’d imagined for yourself tonight.

You’d shown up to your friend Jin’s house earlier this evening dressed in your favorite festive sweater dress, ready to eat, drink, and be merry with your friends. Get your wassail on. Whatever that meant.

However, five minutes into your arrival, after you’d just barely finished fixing yourself a peppermint martini, Jin had wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you directly towards a handsome stranger standing by the Christmas tree.

A pair of cat-like eyes checked you out from underneath artfully mussed silver-blue hair. You had flushed slightly under the gorgeous man’s gaze, and your eyes scanned his slender frame, taking in his outfit. An oversized yellow and black sweater, tucked into a long black skirt.

That same skirt is now bunched around his waist as he pounds into you in the backseat of his car. “Shit, Yoongi!” you cry, hand stroking Taehyung as you gasp for air. “I can’t suck his dick if you’re going to fuck me like that!”

“Sorry,” Yoongi apologizes, his rhythm suddenly slowing. Now he’s hitting you nice and deep, cock gliding in and out at a relaxed pace. It’s enough to make you moan around Taehyung, who sits on the other side of the backseat, thighs spread, hand threading through your hair as he guides your head down.

You’d been surprised to meet Yoongi. But in retrospect, of course your friends would turn something simple like a holiday party into another matchmaking session. After all, you’re the last single person standing in your group of friends, and they simply cannot have that.

They mean well. At least, you assume. Every last one of them is disgustingly happy in their respective relationships, and they want you to be just as happy as they are.

The thing is, you are happy. You love your life, just as it is. But try explaining that to the marrieds and all you get are “Sure, hun” head nods and condescending smiles. So you grit your teeth and put up with their machinations.

One of Yoongi’s hands finds its way to your clit and presses into the sensitive nub. You whimper as loudly as you can with your mouth stuffed full of Taehyung, spurring the other man to repeat the action, rubbing again and again until you can feel that pressure inside you threatening to snap.

Somehow you hadn’t snapped at Jin for bombarding you with an unexpected setup, greeting Yoongi politely. You figured, fine, you could deal with a few minutes of awkward talk with this incredibly hot man. Then you could explain the situation - how pairing you off is your group’s unofficial pet project - and tell him that there’s no pressure to impress because you’re there to party with your friends, not meet a potential date.

But you never got a chance to tell Yoongi any of this, because at that moment, Jimin walked up with another stranger.

“T-Taehyung,” you stammer, head lifting for a moment as you grind back onto Yoongi. “Are you close? I’m - I’m so close!”

Taehyung groans, his head tossed back against the headrest. “Yeah, ‘m close. Just a little more.” One of his hands reaches under your dress to fondle your breast as you begin to jack him off in earnest, speeding up your movements.

Jimin introduced you to the shaggy-haired man wearing the most ridiculous eyesore of an outfit - a fluffy white jacket adorned with loopy embroidered flowers, worn over a tight white t-shirt and plaid pants. The pants were so colorful and loud, they could probably hear them at the North Pole. But the insane sartorial choice couldn’t distract from how attractive he was, dark eyes framed by long lashes, perfectly pouty lips forming a hello as he greeted you.

Those same lips are currently forming your name as Taehyung nears his climax.

You had pulled Jin and Jimin aside, asking them why neither had informed you ahead of time about the setups. Both claimed that they knew that if they’d warned you, you would’ve skipped the party. Which was both true and irritating - you hated being so predictable.

Again, you told yourself that you could deal for a few minutes before setting these guys free.

But that’s when the contest began.

Yoongi leans over you, pressing his chest to your back as his lips brush your ear. “You feel so good, baby. I’m gonna make this sweet little cunt weep. Hold on tight.”

All you can do is whine, again rolling your hips back onto Yoongi as his finger never stops strumming your clit. The tension is nearly overwhelming at this point.

It had been almost as tense inside the party. Jin and Jimin acted like the world’s most annoying hype men, talking up their friends at every turn. You wanted to join the game of holiday charades? Jin immediately praised Yoongi’s skills, saying he was a master with his hands. Jimin jumped in and insisted that Taehyung was the best partner because his lack of inhibitions meant he’d act out anything perfectly.

Didn’t matter what game you were playing, or what conversation you were having, your friends just kept bringing it back to Yoongi and Taehyung, trying to sell them like they were the prizes in this weird real-life dating competition you suddenly found yourself stuck in.

You ignored them. Until you couldn’t.

Fed up with their constant one-upping and non-stop bickering, you left to get some fresh air. But some of your other friends were blocking the front door. So you made a beeline for the bathroom, hoping for a minute to yourself.

Instead, you opened the door to find both Yoongi and Taehyung inside, sharing a joint.

“Goddamn, don’t stop,” Taehyung begs as the tip of his cock flushes. You know it won’t be much longer until he explodes, so you don’t let up. He dives in for a messy kiss, tongue plunging into your mouth, breaking away only when he can’t suppress a needy moan.

“Harder, Yoongi. Please.” You glance back at the man fucking you, and he smirks, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, looking absolutely depraved, as his long fingers curl around your hips again.

Both men had looked at you in surprise when you entered the tiny room.

“I thought I’d locked that,” Taehyung murmured. He offered you the joint.

You’d taken a long drag, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling loudly. “This is such bullshit. Come to the party, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.”

“So your friends are always like this?” Yoongi asked as you passed the joint over.

“It’s not usually this bad. But since there are two of you here, they’ve turned it into some weird alpha male contest or something. Like, who picked the better mate for me. Frankly, I’d love to leave, but I don’t want to deal with explaining why I’m going.” You’d sighed. “I just wanted to have fun tonight. Is that so much to ask?”

“Since you asked so nicely, baby,” Yoongi rasps as he picks up the pace. He’s pistoning his hips now, and you drop your head onto Taehyung’s shoulder, barely able to keep upright as you keep pumping away.

You’d sagged against the sink, totally disappointed in how your night had played out, when Taehyung, standing by the window, pointed out how the trellis seemed to run directly by the sill and right on down to the ground.

Five minutes later, one leg dangling out the window searching for a foothold in the woven wood, you couldn’t help but pat yourself on the back a little. So much for being predictable.

“Ah, god, come on, cum with me,” Yoongi hisses as you simply keen, beyond words. He smacks against your ass over and over as you reach your peak, your walls clamping down and soaking him with your release. Yoongi follows right behind, filling the condom with his orgasm as Taehyung starts to spurt in your hand. You quickly lower your mouth, swallowing his hot seed down.

The drop down to the ground underneath Jin’s bathroom window was thankfully a short one. Taehyung and Yoongi both climbed out after you. Before you could pull up a rideshare app on your phone, Yoongi offered to give you a ride home.

“But first, we have to finish this,” Yoongi said, holding out the joint. “Wanna join us?”

That’s how you found yourself sandwiched between the two men in Yoongi’s backseat, playing puff puff pass and trying to salvage your night.

Now, as you collapse against Taehyung, euphoric, totally spent, face buried in his fluffy jacket as Yoongi pulls out of you, you think things have definitely turned around. Ended on a real high.

“You know, I don’t understand why everyone was so set on us fighting for your attention,” Yoongi had said as he blew smoke rings into the darkened cabin of his car. “Right, Taehyung?”

Taehyung nodded, cheeks hollowing as he inhaled.

“We actually discussed it before you found us,” Yoongi informed you. His lithe fingers lightly brushed against your leg. As you sucked in a quick breath, they slid underneath the top of your thigh high stocking, tracing figure eights on the warm skin beneath. “And we decided it’s always better when everyone works together.”

Taehyung’s voice whispered in your ear as his lips suddenly skimmed along your neck. You gasped as Yoongi’s mouth nipped at the other side. “Yeah. It’s all about teamwork.”

Taehyung didn’t reply, but it didn’t bother you. You figured he was just thinking of what to do and not ignoring you.

You smiled triumphantly when you successfully fasted part of the light strand. You were almost done with lining the curtain railing, however, you came across an obstacle. This side of the curtain was out of your reach and there was no room to move your chair closer. You could stand on the couch since it was in front of the curtain, though the side table was in the way still. Moving the table would give your chair room, but frankly, you were too lazy to deal with that. Looks like it was time to phone a (boy)friend.

“Babe?” you called out. Since he has yet to put in his fair share of decorating, you felt now was his time to do so anyway.

“Yeah?” You heard him reply faintly. His tone was dull and your heart crumbled from how much he was struggling.

Taehyung wasn’t a perfectionist. He wanted his work to be top-notch, but he was never obsessed with making every little detail flawless. He saw the flaws as artistic, always enjoying the abstract parts of his work. Regardless of this, he still wanted to be proud of what he produced. He never wanted to showcase art that he wasn’t 110% happy with. You wished you could help him more. Earlier this week, you had suggested places that had pretty holiday decorations, which he went to, but he never came back satisfied.

“Can you come help me for a second? I need your long arms,” you answered and waited on the chair for his arrival.

After some shuffling, he appeared around the corner. Your lips instantly quirked upward at the sight of his fluffy hair.

Taehyung peered up at you and noticed you were standing on a chair with the end of a light strand in your palms. Even if he was under pressure from his class, he still smiled at how adorable you looked. You had on the tan, fuzzy hoodie he had bought you a few months ago paired with black spandex shorts. The hoodie had small ears on the hood—mimicking one of his favorite animals.

“Can you attach this part of the strand to the railing? I can’t reach it,” you asked, gesturing to the part of the pole you were talking about. Taehyung nodded and climbed onto the couch. He placed one foot on the couch’s armrest and took the lights from you. You climbed from the chair to spot him; your hand hovering near his waist in case he fell.

“More to the left please,” you instructed.

“Here?” he questioned, holding the strand against the railing.

“Perfect!” you exclaimed with a grin before he secured it in place.

“It looks great!” you added once he was done. He climbed off the couch and walked to the light switch, turning off the lights while you hastily grabbed the end of the strand to plug it in. Taehyung took a couple of steps back to view your work in all its glory.

You stood under the lights as you craned your neck to see them. Taehyung tilted his head as he trailed his eyes over your figure. It was lit by the lights above you, shining red and green hues over your body. Taehyung watched as you adjusted a few bulbs after climbing on the chair again.

“Does it look good from there?” you asked your boyfriend and peered over your shoulder at him.

In reality, Taehyung had not been analyzing your decorations. He was too enthralled with how your body was illuminated by the lights above. Something about the way you were slightly visible despite the dark room seemed to have sparked something in his mind.

He hurried to retrieve his camera, turning it on and adjusting the settings as he trekked back to the living room. You had moved the chair back to the dining room and were sitting on the couch admiring the lights when he returned.

“Do me a favor, bear?” Taehyung asked softly, calling you by the nickname he had given to you after gifting you the tan hoodie you were wearing.

“What is it?” you wondered as you turned your attention to him. You noticed the camera and gave him a puzzling look.

“Can you stand in front of the curtains again?”

“Yeah, sure,” you mumbled and stood in front of them, not needing an explanation as to why since you were used to his sudden sparks of ideas by now.

Taehyung had always enjoyed taking photos of you and you never minded. In fact, if it weren’t for a friend who couldn’t make it to one of his shoots, you wouldn’t have ever met him. Your friend had called you the night before. They had come down with a cold and wouldn’t be able to help Taehyung with his photoshoot for an assignment. You had nothing to do that Saturday, so you took their place. You were indifferent about being in front of the camera—didn’t have a preference whether you were the model or assisting behind the scenes.

Despite being nervous meeting Taehyung for the first time at his photo shoot, he had made you feel comfortable. It was hard not to smile when you heard his deep laugh. It was contagious—just like his boxy smile he flashed you frequently.

Taehyung had offered you multiple chances to help with his assignments after that. It was usually in front of the camera, but he had also asked for advice when he was editing too. His hard work and bubbly personality were difficult to resist. Not to mention, he was definitely the most handsome man you have ever encountered before.

“Move a little forward please,” he instructed. He played with the settings again before bringing the camera to his eye. You smiled when he shut one eye to see better. You struck a silly pose, flashing him a charming smile and a peace sign.

He took a photo then checked how it turned out on the camera’s screen. After adjusting the settings once more, he took another one.

“Do we have any more strands of lights?” Taehyung asked and glanced around the room. There was a big storage box to his right and he went over to rummage through it.

“We have plenty left,” you laughed sheepishly, recalling how you may have accidentally gone on a shopping spree the first week of December.

Taehyung unboxed one of the packages of the multi-colored strands. He silently twisted off the wires binding them together, plugged them in, then handed them to you. You glanced down at the lights in your hand and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Pose with them” he chuckled, finding your expression endearing. He pulled his phone from his pocket and started playing music through the speaker in the room. After tossing his phone aside, he lifted his camera to his eye again.

You unraveled the lights and pulled the strand taut between your hands. You angled your arms in a diagonal and peered at the camera—waiting for the camera’s click before adjusting your position.

A couple of minutes had passed with you shifting the strand of lights in various arrangements. Taehyung had started humming to the music as he moved around the room to get multiple views. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling about the photos. It was difficult to see his facial expressions since he didn’t have lights near him.

“How do they look?” you questioned when Taehyung took a break to analyze the photos. You both sat on the couch—the strand of lights abandoned on the floor. You rested your head against his shoulder, watching as he scrolled through the images.

“Better than my other ones,” he murmured.

“You think you can use any of them for your assignment?” You placed a hand on his back, giving it a soothing rub as you tried to ease his stress.

“Maybe,” he said.

“If you still need more shots, I can help you,” you reassured and gave him a smile. Taehyung glanced at you, soft lips dipped in a small frown.

“You’ll get the shot you’re looking for,” you encouraged. “It’ll come to you.”

You leaned forward to press a tender kiss to his lips. When you pulled away and still spotted the frown, you kissed him again.

“Take a break. Maybe it’ll help,” you suggested and nudged his arms down. He hesitated for a moment, glancing between his camera and you.

“Put it down, Tae,” you ordered calmly.

He sighed but complied, setting the camera on the side table and turning back to you. Smiling, you cupped his face with a hand and tangled your other in his long locks.

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” you questioned, rubbing your thumb against his cheek sweetly.

Taehyung nodded; his eyes shifting down to your mouth. His tongue darted out to lick along his bottom lip as he waited for your reply.

“Good,” you said and pecked his lips lightly. “I love you,” you added, lips brushing against his.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled before closing the distance.

The music playing in the room was a slow beat, making the moment more intimate as your lips moved against his to the rhythm of the music. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled your body on his. Your hands fell from his face as you moved them to rest against his chest. Taehyung broke the kiss and flipped you so your back was against the couch and he was between your legs.

His hands slipped beneath your fluffy hoodie to rest on your bare skin. His cold hands had your body jolting in his grasp and a small squeal to come out of you, meriting a deep chuckle from your boyfriend.

His lips pressed against the column of your neck. He nipped at the skin before soothing the area with a lick. You leaned your head to the side to give him more access while your hands gathered at the bottom of his shirt.

While Taehyung was marking up your neck, you were untucking his shirt from his pants. You wasted no time as your hands glided up and down his smooth chest.

Taehyung hummed against your neck at the feeling and raised his own hands higher up your body. His large hands grabbed your bare breasts since you weren’t wearing a bra. He gave them a squeeze, which earned him another noise from you as he finished his work on your neck. Taehyung pulled away to admire what he did, taking note of the faint bruising starting to form.

You took the opportunity while he was sitting up to remove his shirt. He smiled down at you and helped you. He reached down and gently started raising your hoodie. You grabbed the ends and pulled the material from your body. Once that was off, Taehyung carefully removed your shorts and underwear so you were completely naked.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he whispered, hands trailing up your bare torso. “So pretty. My pretty girl.”

He slotted his lips against yours again. His hands reached around your body to press you against his chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck as Taehyung held you close.

“I want to try something,” he said when he pulled away.

“Okay,” you agreed. You didn’t need to know what he wanted to do. You trusted Taehyung with your life. He would never do anything to harm you or put you in danger. He knew your limits and you knew his.

Taehyung smiled and stood up cautiously to make sure he didn’t hurt you as he climbed off you. He sat down near the curtains and patted the spot in front of him.

“Come here,” he said.

You wondered what he was planning as you made your way to where he sat. You sat in front of him and silently watched as he picked up the strand of lights from before. He scooted closer and began weaving the strand around your body. He was careful in his movements, adjusting any bulbs that were pressed against your skin so they didn’t burn you—even if it was minimal.

So, that’s what he had in mind. Watching his deft motions had your heart pumping rapidly. While you and Taehyung had dabbled in tying each other up in the past, it was never to this extreme. You had no complaints, though.

“Does it hurt?” he asked and slid a few fingers between the light strand and your skin to see if they were too tight.

You shook your head and glanced at his work. He had arranged the strand so that they were entwined around your torso and legs. They wrapped around your breasts, your ass, and your legs. The sight had you feeling giddy as you started to feel yourself get wet.

“Use your words, bear,” he said and lifted your chin to meet your gaze.

“No,” you replied; your eyes locked onto his dark ones.

“No what?” he prodded, hand still holding your face in place.

“No, sir,” you mumbled.

Taehyung gave your lips a featherlight kiss in approval before he stood up. He unplugged the lights on the curtain railing before grabbing his camera again. He wanted to make sure the only light that was in the room was coming from the strands around you. He took a few test shots and adjusted his settings accordingly.

“Just pose however you feel comfortable, baby,” he instructed.

“Yes, sir,” you said before leaning back on your elbows, eyes on his shirtless body as you picked your first position. You kept your legs closed and tilted your head back. The angle had your back arching in the air.

Taehyung’s eyes followed the shape of your body. His heart raced in excitement seeing you tied up. The way the soft glow from the lights illuminated parts of your body while the darkness in the room hid others was a beautiful contrast. He couldn’t help but admire how enchanting you looked. The sight was enigmatic and alluring.

Seeing your body wrapped in the light strands had stirred his creativity. He felt jittery as the overflow of ideas blossomed in his mind.

Taehyung snapped a shot and moved to another side of the room to get a second angle.

Like before, your positions changed with each click of the camera. Some had your legs stretched out while others had you bent over. Taehyung had adjusted your positions at times—moving your arms in specific placements or tilting your chin a certain way.

Each new position of your body had Taehyung’s blood rushing between his legs. His pants had begun to feel too tight, however, he tried to ignore the feeling as he continued to take photographs. It felt great to be on this high of creativity. This was the feeling he was searching for for weeks. He didn’t want it to disappear.

This all changed when he caught sight of your arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs. Taehyung’s grip on his camera tightened as he tried to calm his pounding heart. You were being so good for him to ignore your desires. You were so patient with him as you allowed him to capture as many photos as he wanted. His heart swelled at your devotion.

Taehyung grabbed a pillow from the couch before tossing it in front of him.

“Baby,” he called and gestured for you to come over. You came and kneeled on the pillow, looking up at him. You could see the way his pants were straining against his hardening cock. You squeezed your legs together when you felt a gush of arousal from seeing how turned on he was.

“You’ve been so good to me,” he cooed and moved some of your hair from your face. “Do you want to take a break?”

If taking a break included wrapping your lips around his dick, then yes.

You nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Taehyung gave you a small smile before he let the camera hang around his neck to unbutton his pants. You placed your hands on top of your thighs as you waited for him to undress.

“Good girl,” Taehyung murmured when he noticed you waiting.

Your sights were fixed on his crotch, watching with greedy eyes as he tugged his pants and underwear off. Your gaze trailed the vein lining the length of his dick up to his leaking tip. Your lips parted in anticipation.

Taehyung held the back of your head and brought his tip to your lips, lining them to spread his precum across your mouth.

“Pretty,” he husked as he observed your lips. “Go on.”

Your tongue darted out to taste him while you brought a hand to his shaft. Taehyung inhaled a breath from the simple touch and tangled his hand in your hair. You brought your mouth to his tip, giving his slit a few kitten licks before sinking your mouth around him. You closed your eyes as you began to bob your head slowly. You took your time to feel every ridge of his cock as you sucked him off.

“Fuck,” Taehyung panted above you, hand tightening in your hair when he felt his dick hit the back of your throat.

You moaned around him and lowered yourself more. You breathed in through your nose as you tried to fit him all in your mouth, gagging for a second when he went deeper. Despite your efforts, you weren’t able to sink all the way down and pulled back with a gasp.

“You’re doing so good, bear,” Taehyung praised. “Always sucking my cock so well.”

The compliment had you leaning forward again to take him in your mouth. Taehyung chuckled and met your eyes as you looked up at him. The way your lips parted around his thick cock while you stared at him had him twitching in your mouth.

He quickly raised his camera and took a photo.

Even though you have modeled for Taehyung in the past, you had never been a part of something like this. It made you nervous that someone was going to find the photos, however, you were too aroused to worry about that now.

You pumped the part of him that wasn’t in his mouth, mouth hallowing around him as you slid up and down. You could feel your inner thighs become wetter from your arousal. Taehyung’s moans were becoming more frequent with each movement. You thought he was going to finish in your mouth until he suddenly pulled away.

You whined and tried to pull him back to you. He placed a hand on your arm and shook his head.

“Not so soon,” he commented and lowered himself on the floor with you. “Gotta take care of my baby girl, too.”

You smiled at his reply and kissed his lips. Without breaking the kiss, you moved so both of you were sitting on top of the rug in the living room.

Taehyung held the camera with one hand so it didn’t swing and hit you as he leaned over. He lowered you back against the rug, pulling away from you. He glided his hand down your chest, fingers bumping against the light strands you were still wrapped in. His hand moved lower until they grazed your dripping cunt. Your legs trembled at his light touches, and you reached down to grab his hand. When you tried to pull his fingers closer to your core, he pushed against you.

“What do we say?” he questioned.

“Please,” you begged, getting needier by the second.

“What do you want?” Taehyung pulled away from your grasp and ran his fingers along the inside of your parted legs.

“Your fingers,” you said. “I want your fingers. Please, sir.”

“Better,” he said and slid a slender finger down your slicken folds. He suppressed a moan at how wet you were. He coated his finger in your wetness before pushing it inside. He pumped it for a while before adding another.

You moaned at the feeling, hands coming up to grip your breasts. You rolled your nipples between your fingers as Taehyung continued his movements. It wasn’t long before he added a third and started increasing his speed. Using his other hand, he retrieved his camera.

“Lift up for me, baby,” he instructed. You did as you were told, planting your feet on the rug and pushing your hips upward. Taehyung hummed in approval at the better angle.

“Shit,” you whined when he spread his fingers, stretching your walls while he took a photograph.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” Taehyung said as he pulled his fingers from you.

“Please sir,” you cried.

Taehyung held the camera again as he leaned over and placed a chaste kiss upon your lips—contrasting his sinful actions and words. The kiss didn’t last long and he was pulling back before you could wrap an arm around his neck.

Taehyung spread your legs wider as he nestled closer. He rubbed his dick between your wet folds, causing you to buck your hips up. One of his hands came down to pin your hips still as he continued the motion a few more times.

“Need you inside me,” you pleaded.

“You’re forgetting your manners a lot tonight, huh, baby girl?” Taehyung chuckled dryly.

“S-sorry sir,” you stuttered when his tip rubbed against your clit. “I need you inside me, sir. Please.”

“You’re only getting off the hook because you’ve been so good to me,” he said and aligned his cock with your entrance.

“Thank you, sir,” you said, holding your breath as you waited for him to push inside.

Taehyung slid in slowly. You leaned your head back with a moan as you felt your walls stretch to fit his size.

Taehyung’s eyes focused on how his dick disappeared inside your pussy. His lips were parted as he pushed himself all the way. He took a moment for you to adjust before he began rolling his hips into yours. His pace was steady yet powerful.

You had forgotten about the music until you noticed his thrusts were in time with the melody. The music added to the atmosphere as Taehyung kept with the tempo of the song. You gripped onto the rug as he snapped his hips roughly as a deep bass part hit in the song.

“You feel so fucking good. Taking me so well. Looking so beautiful,” he rambled, not caring how choppy his sentence was. His eyes flickered from between your legs to your breasts. They bounced with each sharp thrust. The strung lights had made the sight more arousing. He quickly took another photo.

Suddenly, he pulled from you and rolled you onto your stomach. He placed the pillow from earlier under your hips and pressed your face into the rug. His hands grabbed your ass roughly as he rubbed it, watching keenly as your ass spread to expose your wet pussy.

Taehyung gave your ass one last harsh squeeze before he lined his tip and pushed inside again. He took a second to admire the way the lights outlined the curve of your ass. He couldn’t help but take another photo before removing it from around his neck. He hastily placed the device on the floor near him and grasped your hips.

His pace was quicker this time, not caring to follow the beat of the music anymore as he chased his high. He reached around and started rubbing your clit. You were a moaning mess as he rammed into you while stimulating you.

Your legs began to shake as you neared your climax. Your walls squeezed his cock as you tried to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Close,” you panted. “Please let me come, sir.”

Taehyung smirked when you remembered your manners this time. He circled your clit faster when he felt your body shake.

“Go ahead,” Taehyung granted.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” you cried, gripping the rug as you came around his cock. Taehyung’s movements against your clit slowed as your body started to relax under him. Your walls were still hugging him so well and you were whimpering his name so sluggishly beautiful; he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Where do you want me?” His breathing was harsh as his thrusts were becoming rougher and irregular.

“Inside, please,” you said. Your response had Taehyung falter in his movements. It wasn’t often when you let him come inside. Despite being on the pill, you were still cautious… Most of the time.

“Really?” he gasped, biting his lip as he forced his orgasm away for a few more seconds.

“Yes,” you slurred and started to grind against his hips in an attempt to get him to come.

“Fuck. I love you,” he hurriedly replied, granting him a weak laugh from you.

Taehyung snapped his hips against yours a couple more times before he pressed you into the pillow as much as he could. Your name fell from his lips as he emptied his load inside your cunt. He stayed like that for a moment, planting soothing kisses against the skin he could reach.

You whimpered when Taehyung gradually pulled out. As you felt his seed spill out of you, you heard a familiar click. You glanced behind you to see Taehyung holding his camera to his face—one eye closed.

“You’re not going to use those for your assignment, right?” you asked. You knew the answer would be no—they were definitely too inappropriate to submit—but you still wanted him to confirm with you.

“Hell no,” he said and switched the camera off. He shuffled over and unplugged the lights that held you. “They’re for my eyes only.”

“What about mine?” you huffed and started to sit up. Taehyung helped you stand up then scooped you into his arms.

“You weren’t the one taking pictures,” he teased as he carried you to the bathroom.

“No, but I was the main focus. I deserve to look at them just as much as you,” you argued with a pout.

“I’ll think about it,” he replied, a smile on his lips.

Taehyung set you down in the middle of the bathroom and grabbed a rag, damp with warm water. As he cleaned between your legs, you started to undo the light strand around you. It was much more complicated than you expected and you ended up waiting for Taehyung to finish cleaning you up so he could untangle you.

True to his word, Taehyung did not use those photos for his assignment. He also didn’t use the photos where you were in your hoodie since he believed you were showing too much skin. After all, his classmates would be viewing these photos along with his professor.

Though all that tying up with Christmas lights was not in vain. It had given him the eureka moment he was searching for. You had stayed up that night and recreated some of the photos—dressed more conservatively this time. Taehyung was still fascinated with how the light and dark contrasted each other. He loved the unique take of silhouetting a body.

Thanks to your Christmas decorating, you aided in Taehyung’s assignment, which he was able to turn in before the deadline.

The scandalous photos hid on an SD card that was buried in one of his desk drawers. You both had looked them over once his assignment was submitted since he could take a rest. The sight made your body warm as you looked upon the photos that were taken from his point of view. Some of the photos captured his dick halfway inside your soaking cunt, giving you a clear view of how his dick stretched your walls. Needless to say, you both didn’t sit idly after viewing the photos he took.

You were giddy even before sitting down. An email had been sent out yesterday that everyone would be getting their gift today, however, it didn’t entail exactly when you’d be getting it. The anticipation was eating you up and you’d only been here for twenty minutes. You weren’t sure how you were going to focus on your work today. You checked Jimin’s schedule, pleased to see he had a busy day today which meant you didn’t have to worry about him assigning you a new task.

As you expected, you barely did anything. The minutes must have been passing every 100 seconds rather than every 60. The day was going by at an agonizing pace. By the time it was nearing the end of your shift, you started to wonder if the company had forgotten about the gift exchange.

You absentmindedly scrolled through your list of unread emails, guilt nipping at your emotions when you realized you didn’t do any work today. Sighing, you clicked on an email that stated it was highly important. However, the faint sound of bells jingling had your slouched body straightened and your ears perked up.

“Ho, ho, ho,” a deep voice bellowed. People in the cubicle around you stood up, overlooking the short walls to see who had arrived.

Walking into the area was Santa Claus. A much skinnier Santa, but Santa nonetheless. The man had on a fake beard with a lopsided Santa hat. His sleigh was made up of a 2-tier cart that was decorated in tinsel and bells. You were pretty sure you saw a similar cart in the storage room the other day.

“We hope you’ve all been good because those on the naughty list won’t be getting anything,” Santa announced. Four other people dressed in elf costumes came from behind Santa and began grabbing presents from the cart.

Although the act was corny, it still had your lips quirking up. It was cute and they were really trying. You had to give them some props.

You sat anxiously as you watched your coworkers being given gifts of various shapes and sizes. After three more were distributed, Santa waltzed over to you with one in hand. He briefly checked the top of the gift before presenting it to you.

“Ms. Yn,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” you replied as you took the gift from him.

Two more gifts were delivered before Santa and his elves began to depart.

“Happy holidays, everyone! Stay safe! See you next year!” Santa waved goodbye before hopping on his modern-day reindeer—also known as an elevator—to continue his journey.

The present you were handed was simple. The medium-sized box was wrapped in penguin-themed wrapping paper, perfectly placed ribbon and bow over the wrapping. Tucked under one of the ribbons was a small notecard with your name in cursive. The eagerness buzzing in your body caused you to rip open the box. Maybe you were acting more ravenous than the average person opening a present, but the built-up anticipation was too much. You had enough time guessing what your Secret Santa had given you all day. Perhaps it was the fuzzy blanket on your list, or maybe the travel tripod? You were secretly wishing for the latter, but you would gladly accept either.

Both your guesses were wrong.

Laid inside the box was something pink and shaped funny. One end was bigger than the other and it curled almost in the shape of a “C.” There was also a small tube of something nestled in the side.

You squinted at it and leaned in closer to examine the pink object. You had an idea what it was, but surely that wasn’t it, so what was it?

Your eyes glided to the card laid in the box. It had your name written in cursive on one side and a message on the other.

I hope you put this to good use and meet me in forty-five.

W-what?

Your eyes grew at the realization that your initial guess was correct. Swiftly, you turned the small tube over to see what it was. Your heart began to hammer when you saw it was lube.

Your hands flew over the box, trying to hide the contents as you quickly glanced around. Even though no one could see you in your cubicle, you still felt exposed. It dawned on you then that you still didn’t know who your Secret Santa was. They were supposed to reveal themselves with the gift.

Did your Secret Santa really just give you a vibrator?

Thought it wasn’t any kind of vibrator. You recalled these kinds of vibrators could be used through Bluetooth and be controlled by someone from a distance away.

The thought astonished you and for a moment you forgot what the note had stated. How would you know where to meet them? You debated on if you wanted to follow through with the message. Was this person expecting you to use it now at work or at home tonight? Since they expected to meet you soon, you figured they meant now.

That made you nervous, yet excited. Were they planning to test it when you met them? Perhaps they wanted you ready so when you visited them, the vibrator was already set in place. The idea of you getting off in public had always made your heart race.

You were to meet this person soon and you already wasted ten minutes freaking out over the gift. With shaky hands, you grabbed and stuffed it in the bag you had brought with you before heading to the restroom. After hastily cleaning the object, you hurried into one of the stalls.

Just the thought of doing something so risky had already caused you to feel wet. You spent a few minutes circling your clit as you attempted to arouse yourself more so you were able to use the vibrator easier. Remembering the lube, you retrieved it from the bag.

You were able to slip the vibrator inside with ease. You bit your lower lip as you suppressed a moan at the feeling. Unsure how to turn it on, you began pressing the buttons on the top. Nothing happened.

You wondered if you needed to do anything else until vibrations emitted from between your legs. Your knees buckled at the abrupt feeling, a gasp leaving your mouth as you reached out to steady yourself.

The vibrations came to a halt not even ten seconds later. The sudden loss allowed you to catch your breath. You waited for the vibrations to begin again, but it didn’t. You frowned at that. You missed the feeling it gave you and you needily rubbed your legs together to try to get some friction.

At the sound of the bathroom door opening, you composed yourself in a hurry. You flushed the toilet to pretend you had used it before washing your hands and leaving the restroom. You clutched onto your bag as you made your way back to your cubicle. You forced yourself to calm your breathing. Just as you entered your cubicle, the vibrations started again.

You couldn’t stop the cry that fell from your lips as you stumbled into your chair, needing to sit down before you stumbled onto the floor. However, you almost fell out of your chair when you saw your cubicle neighbor peek their head over the short wall.

“Was that you?” the man, Jungkook, asked. “Are you okay?”

You could feel the back of your neck beginning to sweat at the thought of being caught. You instantly pressed your knees together as you tucked yourself under your desk. You were hoping your actions were subtle, but you doubted it. Jungkook eyed you skeptically, slight worry still dancing in his dark eyes.

The vibrations unexpectedly increased in their tempo. Your legs squeezed tighter together and your eyes widened, glancing anywhere but Jungkook’s face.

“I-I’m fine. Lightheaded,” you stuttered, not caring that your sentence was choppy. You just hoped he would understand and leave you alone.

“Okay,” he said slowly. His eyes narrowed at your body. Your chest was rising and falling faster as the seconds passed. “Do you want some water?”

You were about to tell him to ignore you when the vibrations rolled to a stop. You didn’t realize how tightly you were gripping your desk until your body relaxed from the ministrations.

“Got some ready, but thank you,” you replied with a shaky breath while you pointed to your water bottle. Jungkook’s gaze flickered to the object before nodding.

“Just let me know if you need anything,” he responded and hesitantly retreated into his cubicle.

“Thank y—ou—” You began to say, the last part of your sentence raising an octave when you felt your legs tremble.

You caught another worried look from Jungkook before he completely disappeared from your view. Oh fuck.

You glanced down at your lap; you tried your hardest not to squirm so much in your seat, but it was difficult. The vibrations were changing in speed and rhythm. If you stayed here, Jungkook or someone else was going to catch you. You were doing a horrible job at staying quiet.

You thought about going back to the bathroom, but you weren’t sure if you could walk with the vibrations. Your body felt weak and you were nearing the edge. It had been building and you were sure you were going to come at your desk if you didn’t make it to the bathroom. As if the device read your mind, the vibrations became more bearable—a simple humming rather than intense vibrations.

As you were gathering your strength to make a beeline to the restroom, your phone rang on your desk. The noise startled you and you hastily picked up the receiver.

“H-hello?” you greeted meekly; your breath uneven.

“Hi, Yn,” a familiar voice sounded from the other end. It was Jimin. You could’ve sworn you heard a hint of a smile from his tone, but you didn’t know the reason for it.

“Can I help you, Mr. Park?” you questioned, hoping he would hurry with his call. You had more pressing matters at hand at the moment. It was then you recalled you were supposed to meet your Secret Santa any minute. Where though? You still didn’t know.

“Actually, you can. Please come to my office. I need to discuss something with you,” he replied, voice light yet commanding. He was your boss and you had no excuse as to why you couldn’t meet him. You were just wishing it would be quick and he wouldn’t ask you what you did today.

The vibrations had come to a stop, causing you to let out a small sigh in relief. You didn’t want to explain why it smelt like sex if you had an orgasm in your seat. The simple thought had your face flushing.

“Be there soon,” you said before hanging up the call.

The walk to Jimin’s office wasn’t too long, but it definitely was a struggle with your wobbly legs. Perhaps he just wanted to discuss the agenda for after the holidays. You hadn’t seen him all day, so you were sure he had a list of tasks for you to complete.

Jimin greeted you with a smile and gestured for you to come in. He was dressed in slacks and a white button-up, tie loosened around his neck. His beauty was even better in person. It always amazed you that he was real. Someone with that face was not some CGI-created person. No, Park Jimin was real.

His office was big, but not massive, with wall-high windows overlooking the city. You had been in his office multiple times, but rarely at night. You hadn’t had the chance to see the view with the holiday lights. The lights in his office were dimmed, making the decorations easily viewable.

The sun had set, leaving the outside to be lit by the Christmas lights hanging around the area. It was beautiful and you found yourself walking closer to the window as if bewitched by the sight. The feeling between your legs was still present but subsided as the minutes passed.

“What do you like the most?” Jimin asked behind you, startling you from your daze.

You glanced behind you, confused. From your expression, he explained his question.

“What catches your attention when you look out there? For me, it’s the people. Seeing so many faces I don’t know makes me realize there’s so much out there I haven’t discovered yet. I may never discover it all,” he said, though his eyes never left yours. Maybe he was so used to seeing it, he didn’t need to look to be reminded.

His answer was melancholic. He sounded lonely, which was odd since he was always around other people. Though, you could still be in a crowd of people and still feel lost.

You peered back to look out the window.

“The lights. A lame answer,” you laughed awkwardly. “I think it’s cool to see how they enhance the city. You don’t even need the street lights this time of year. The other lights will light the way.”

Jimin hummed and you suddenly felt his presence closer.

“I don’t think it’s lame. I like the lights, too,” he said. You lifted your gaze to see his reflection in the window. He appeared at ease, yet tired. You were sure the constant meetings had drained his energy today.

The silence that loomed over the both of you had a thought pop in your head. Was it a coincidence he called you right when you were supposed to meet your Secret Santa? No, that couldn’t be possible. But you recalled how anyone could participate and that it was an event across departments. Your heart pounded at the idea of him being the cause of your shaky legs.

Despite this, you forced the question from your mouth.

“A-are you my Secret Santa?” you asked anxiously, still staring at his reflection rather than turning to face him—the real him. You weren’t sure if you could look him directly in the eyes right now.

Jimin gave you a soft, teasing smile as he retrieved something from his pocket. It looked like his phone, but you couldn’t really analyze it before you were sucking in a breath and reaching out to place a hand on the chilled window. Your legs trembled at the unexpected vibrations.

“Do you like your gift?” he questioned, thumb sliding against his phone. The vibrations lessened. They weren’t as powerful as before but you could still feel them.

“W-why did you get it for me?” you stuttered as you tried to focus on his words rather than what was between your legs.

“Because I like you,” he replied. The casual tone of his voice made you tilt your head in confusion.

“Would you have given whoever you picked this gift, too?” you questioned. The thought had occurred to you when he revealed himself. Perhaps he was just looking for a quick hookup, which wasn’t the problem. It was just that he was the CEO and you didn’t know what his real intentions were.

Jimin frowned at that and stopped the vibrations; the mood swiftly turned serious.

“No, I wouldn’t have,” he said. “I wouldn’t abuse my power like that. I got it for you because well,” he started and glanced away.

You watched in fascination as his cheeks became rosy. Was Park Jimin blushing?

“I thought you liked me too,” he finished. You thought about all the alone times you had with Jimin in the past. They started as formal, slowly transiting in exchanges more friendly. You had both given each other enough flirty comments that any third party would raise an eyebrow at. Even though you had denied your feelings for him—he was your boss after all!—you had always wondered how things would be if you weren’t his secretary. If you had been a random woman in the grocery store who had accidentally spilled her carton of milk on a handsome man in a suit.

“I-I do,” you confessed. Jimin’s lips twitched as he tried not to smile. “But I never thought you felt the same or would even act on it. I wasn’t expecting you to have been my Secret Santa—which I’m not complaining about because, wow, your gift feels really good, but I—oh gosh, I’m rambling.”

Jimin laughed at your run-on sentences and took a step forward, grabbing your hips in his warm hands.

“So, you do like your gift?” His eyes flickered down to your crotch which was covered by your skirt with a sly grin.

“Yes,” you answered quietly and swallowed harshly. Your body shifted in anticipation of what he was going to do.

“Would you like to test it out more?” he suggested, hands massaging your sides as he waited for your approval.

As soon as you nodded your head, he twirled you around and brought his lips upon yours. The kiss was quick and heated from the start. Neither of you wasted any time as you both slid your tongues against each other.

He pulled away, eyes shining in the dim-light room. He tugged you from the window to the couch in his office. When he nudged your legs open, you complied. Your feet rested on either side of you as you spread your legs. Jimin stared down at you with a wide grin. He sat down on a chair nearby and pulled out the device again. That was definitely his phone.

“Did you come yet, angel?” he questioned as he started the vibrations. It was just a subtle humming, but you knew that would only be the beginning.

“No. You called before I could,” you said, hands gripping the couch when he increased the speed.

“What a shame,” he murmured but he didn’t sound apologetic. Jimin watched with focused eyes as he slid his thumb multiple times. He had changed the tempo and the rhythm at which the vibrations occurred. They were faster and went at a steady beat.

Your legs trembled at the feeling and your toes curled at the stimulation.

“Let me see you,” Jimin said as he relaxed back into his chair, one leg resting over the other. He looked so laid-back that you could feel your body burning. There was just something about how he was watching you squirm in front of him, knowing he was the cause of your wobbling legs.

You hooked your fingers under your panties and slid them off before resuming your position. Jimin hummed in approval, a small smirk donning his plump lips at being able to see you bare. The hungry look in his eyes had you whining. Your hands came up and gripped your breasts.

The vibrations became more sporadic and the speed accelerated. Your earlier denied orgasm returned, approaching fast. You threw your head back as you squeezed your breasts, massaging them harshly as you rocked your hips in the air.

“Jimin,” you whined. You wanted to feel his lips against your cunt. You wanted to feel his tongue glide between your wet folds. You wanted to hear his sinful moans as you pulled on his hair. Though none of those things occurred. He simply sat in his chair as he watched you intently.

“I know,” he murmured and changed the settings. It had you jerking in your seat, closing your legs at the pressure building in your stomach. “I want you to come first then you can have me.”

You didn’t realize Jimin had stood up until you felt a set of hands prying your legs open. One of his hands rested on your cheek, rubbing your cheek fondly. The tenderness contrasting with the vibrations had your heart twisting.

Jimin leaned down, pressing his lips against yours briefly before pulling away. The whimper from your lips made him smile.

“You can do it, baby. Come for me. Don’t you want me?” he coaxed, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your pouting lips.

Your lips parted and Jimin slid his thumb in your mouth. You nodded and hummed against his digit, sucking on it as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel.

Jimin licked his lower lip at the sight of your writhing body beneath him. You came, moaning against his thumb. Your legs quivered at the impact it had on your body. He retracted his thumb from your lips and peered down between your legs.

“Good job,” he cooed and gave one of your thighs a brief message.

He reached down and slowly pulled out the vibrator, causing you to gasp and cry at the empty sensation. He set the device next to you before pulling your body up into his. The sudden movement came as a surprise and you gripped his shirt tightly. He guided you back to the window and turned you to face the glass panels.

The lights were still vibrant as ever and people were scattered along the sidewalk like before. Cars passed as they sped to their destinations. No one was looking up at you, but even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to spot you easily since Jimin’s office lights weren’t fully on.

“Gonna have to do that again, yeah? Maybe at the next staff meeting,” he chuckled darkly. “What do you say?”

“Yes,” you said a little too quickly.

Jimin laughed at your eagerness and trailed his hands up your buttoned shirt. Before you could protest, Jimin gripped it and ripped it open along the middle. The act had the buttons flying off somewhere in the room. Your hands immediately grabbed his wrists to stop him from ruining it more.

“You did not—”

“I’ll buy you another one,” he reassured.

He gave you a teasing weak before pulling down your bra to expose your breasts. You tightened your hold on his wrists, but he ignored it.

“You’re beautiful,” he said and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek.

“You’re lucky I like you,” you huffed. Jimin smiled against your cheek and gave your breasts a gentle squeeze.

“I like you, too,” he replied before pressing you against the glass.

You inhaled a sharp breath when the cooled glass met your body. Despite the coldness, it felt nice against your warm skin. Your hands rested against the window as your breasts were squished against the glass.

You heard Jimin shuffling behind you. You pulled your skirt up to expose your pussy to him again. You wiggled your ass playfully, becoming impatient as the seconds passed.

Jimin chuckled at you, slapped your ass, then rubbed the tip of his cock against your already-wet folds. The sensation had you halting your movements; your heart racing. Jimin leaned forward to press another kiss to the back of your head before slowly pushing inside.

You both moaned in unison at the feeling. He was thicker than what you had experienced before. You gasped at the stretch but didn’t stop him. The pain soon melted away into pure pleasure.

After he bottomed out, Jimin waited a few seconds for you to adjust, hands rubbing your hips. When you started squirming, he began to thrust into you. Since your palms were pressed against the window, you had nothing to hold onto. Your body kept sliding up with each snap of Jimin’s hips. It felt so good to have him sliding against your walls.

“Are you wishing someone was looking at us?” Jimin whispered in your ear. He flattened his body against yours, keeping you firmly against the window as he stilled his movements.

You peered down below you. You hated how you felt a hint of disappointment when you saw no one had noticed you.

Jimin watched your face closely, a smirk forming on his lips when he saw your expression.

“Thought so,” he murmured and picked up where he left off.

His thrusts were filled with determination, spurred by your moans and whines as he fucked into you. His grip on your hips was tight but you didn’t mind.

“I wish someone was looking at you, too, though,” he confessed. “Want everyone to know how good you’re being fucked.”

“By you,” you added and started to move your hips to meet him halfway. “You’re fucking me so good.”

“That’s right, angel.” Jimin groaned at the way you moved your body, eyes shifting down to see how he disappeared between your folds.

“I’m close,” you whimpered. Your walls clenched around his cock and your legs began to buckle. Jimin gripped you tighter to make sure you didn’t fall.

“Me too,” Jimin said through gritted teeth. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

The softness of his words had you wishing you could kiss him, but the position he had pinned you in didn’t allow that. Instead, you nodded. You watched as people continued to drive or walk past. Although you couldn’t see anyone looking at you, you imagined someone was. The thought had you tumbling over the edge for the second time. Jimin’s name fell from your lips endlessly, legs giving out on you and you started to fall. However, Jimin’s hold on you was secure and you barely moved an inch downward.

It wasn’t long before you started to feel overstimulated. You mewled and wiggled in his grasp as he continued to slide in and out of your pussy. Just as you were about to nudge him away, Jimin pulled out and turned you around. He pushed you onto your knees; you were quick to get the hint and kneeled with your mouth open and tongue out.

“Fuck,” Jimin cursed at the sight and pumped his cock rapidly. You brought your hands to your chest and pushed your breasts up to make the sight more arousing for him. It seemed to work as Jimin came with a guttural moan, hot spurts of cum landing on your face and breasts.

You darted your tongue across your lips and hummed as you tasted him. Jimin’s breathing was harsh as he stared down at you, thinking how he got so lucky. He reached down and helped you stand up. He swiped a finger against your cheek, collecting some of his cum before bringing it to your lips.

You smiled as you wrapped your lips around his finger, licking it clean.

“Is this what people mean by white Christmas?” Jimin joked as he observed your state.

“No!” you shrieked and hit his chest playfully. Jimin laughed loudly and swatted your hand away.

“Well, they should. I kinda like this view better than the original,” he said. He walked to one of his cabinets in his office and pulled out a package of wipes. He pulled some out and started to clean off the mess he made on you.

You rolled your eyes at his comment and took one of the wipes to help. “You’re disgusting.”

“So, you don’t want me to give you a white Christmas next year?” he wondered.

The idea of spending the next holidays with him had the butterflies in your stomach go wild, however, you pushed those thoughts for later. Jimin took all the soiled wipes and tossed them in his trash bin.

“You’re not calling coming on my face as giving me a ‘white Christmas’!” you tsked, walking to the couch you sat on earlier. You eyed the pink device that was still one of the cushions. Jimin picked it up and stored it in one of his desk drawers, telling you he’d clean and return it to you later.

He came back to you grinning; he pressed a fleeting kiss to your lips. “Fine,” he relented. “Wait here, I have something to give you.”

“What?” You questioned and started fixing your clothes. Jimin ignored your question and took out two gift bags from another cabinet. Your gaze was down while he did so as you began to button your shirt only to realize some of your buttons were missing.

You were about to complain when you glanced up and saw the two bags in his hands.

“I thought Santa’s shift was over,” you teased as he sat next to you. Jimin smiled and shook his head.

“I guess these got left behind. Here,” he said and moved them near you. “They’re both yours.”

You hesitated as you took one from his hands. “But I didn’t get you anything.”

“Was I your Secret Santa?”

“No.”

“Exactly. You don’t owe me anything.”

You pouted at his response. “You already gave me a gift.”

“Count that as the appetizer. Now, I present to you your main course and dessert,” he said and gestured to the two bags.

“You call that,” you gestured to his desk that contained the vibrator, “an appetizer?”

“Just open the gifts, you brat,” he huffed playfully and nudged the gifts closer.

“Yeah, alright,” you dismissed and pulled off the tissue paper.

Inside the bag was a grey, soft blanket. The same one that was on your wish list. The other gift was a travel tripod. Your eyes were sparkling with excitement and happiness. It warmed Jimin’s heart and he watched you fondly as you spread the blanket open and covered you both.

“You really didn’t have to,” you said as you tinkered with the travel tripod. Jimin pulled your body closer, angling your legs so they rested across his lap.

“I wanted to get you something that was actually on your list, though,” he said, a faint blush creeping on his cheeks again.

You giggled and looked at him.

“I would’ve been perfectly happy with what you got me; especially because it came from you.”

Sue you, the line was cheesy. But it was worth it to see Jimin’s cheek redden. He cleared his throat and decided to change subjects.

“So, uh, you like me?” he asked nervously.

“Yes.” You nodded. “And you like me.”

The exchange was humorous and reminded you of kids finding out their feelings for their crush was reciprocal.

“Would you like to go on a date with me, then?”

You didn’t know how the same man who was so assertive in meetings could be the same cuddly, shy one next to you.

“Usually, people ask me on a date before they fuck me.”

“Well, I’m not like everyone else,” he countered and gave your legs a squeeze.

“I have to agree on that,” you said and brought his face closer to yours. “You’re the best.”

Jimin smiled as you pressed your lips against his. Without breaking the kiss, he shifted you to straddle his lap and moved the blanket over your shoulders.

What started as an innocent Secret Santa gift exchange turned into something better. After all, a date with Jimin was the best present you could have gotten this year. The Bluetooth vibrator was a close runner-up. You were positive this wouldn’t be the last time you used that gift. You weren’t sure if it would be in public again or at home. Regardless, as long as you used it with Jimin, you didn’t care.

The car slows, and you sit up, craning your neck to see around the driver. Flashing lights ahead.

“Looks like we might be stuck for a while,” the driver says, and you just nod. That’s fine. A few more minutes before you get to the bar sounds lovely right now. Maybe this will give you a chance to clear your head and settle your nerves.

BZZT BZZT

Your clutch rattles as your phone alerts you to a text. It’s Yoongi, of course.

Grumpy Cat 😾 (8:15): Are you on your way or did you chicken out?

You make a face at the screen. The phone buzzes again.

Grumpy Cat 😾 (8:16): Don’t make that face at me

(8:16): How did you know?

Grumpy Cat 😾 (8:16): You always make faces when I call you out

(8:17): Ass. I’m on my way, just caught behind an accident or something

Grumpy Cat 😾 (8:17): Ok

Grumpy Cat 😾 (8:17): Just a warning for when you get here - there’s mistletoe by the dartboard

Grumpy Cat 😾 (8:18): Jimin’s already tipsy. Keeps trying to drag me over there. He’ll probably try to get you too

(8:18): Thanks for the heads up

A grin crosses your face as you imagine a cranky Yoongi fending off Jimin’s amorous advances. Then it’s quickly wiped away as you remember that Yoongi’s the reason you’re so anxious tonight. After all, he’s the one who rigged the gift exchange.

Yoongi had been completely unrepentant when you’d confronted him.

“Yoongi,” you hissed after the names were drawn, standing in his kitchen while the rest of your friends milled about his apartment. “You did this, didn’t you?”

“Did what?” Yoongi had the best poker face of anyone you’d ever met, but after a decade of friendship, you didn’t need to look at him to know he was hiding something. Like a vibration in the air, you could feel it - the sensation of someone meddling in your affairs.

You’d held out your hand, revealing the scrap of paper with Namjoon’s name scribbled on it. “You rigged the Secret Santa drawing! How else did I end up with Joon?”

Yoongi just blinked slowly. “Now why would I do that?”

“Because you love to make my life difficult.”

“No, that’s not it. If someone were going to go through the trouble of such a thing, one would have to have a better reason.” He tapped his chin. “Oh, I remember now - I wanted my friend to stop being such a dumbass and tell her crush how she feels. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity.”

“So you did rig it!”

“Of course I did. Dumbass. Look - life is too fucking short for you to keep on hiding your feelings like this. Just suck it up and tell him already.”

You could’ve rolled through any of your usual protestations, but you knew Yoongi would just ignore them, so you simply glared at him instead.

“Now then. Why don’t you take whatever energy you were going to spend on being mad at me and use it to find the perfect gift for Namjoon. What says “I’ve been helplessly in love with you since the first moment I saw you”? Maybe a nice mug?”

Yoongi wasn’t totally exaggerating. You’ve been in love with your friend Namjoon since the day he walked into your office two years ago. All it took was one look at your new coworker - this tall, broad-shouldered dreamboat with dark eyes and dimples that flashed impishly as introduced himself - and you immediately fell in lust.

And then he turned out to be the smartest, sweetest goofball of a man, and that lust quickly flamed into full-blown love.

Namjoon had fallen in with your group of friends, and you spent so many nights hanging out at the bar or at someone’s apartment, talking and laughing until late in the night. Even though you were surrounded by others, you always sought him out, just him alone, gravitating towards him like you were the ocean and he the moon. Basking in his glow.

You thought you hid it well, but Yoongi knew. He always saw right through you.

As much as you want to be mad at Yoongi now for fixing the Secret Santa draw and sticking his nose into your business, you can’t. Not really. Not knowing that he wants you to be happy, ultimately.

The car rolls forward slowly. “Hopefully not much longer, miss,” the driver says.

“No worries,” you chirp, but it’s a lie. Your mind is full of nothing but. As you gaze again at the gift box next to you, you think back to another time when your fears got the best of you.

It started like any other Friday in August. The city, trapped in a sweltering heatwave, shimmered in a haze outside your office’s windows as one by one your coworkers rushed home to kickoff their weekends.

You and Namjoon, however, remained at your desks, trying desperately to finish a project that was already a week past its deadline. Normally, you would’ve declared it Monday’s problem, but it was a massive project, and you both feared that your jobs were on the line if you didn’t hand it in ASAP.

But the heat was too much, and the power went out. It was only a flicker, really, electricity returning a minute later, but it was long enough to take all your hard work and toss it out the window, all because you hadn’t hit “save” in time.

Your immediate reaction was to throw a mini-tantrum. Namjoon kept a cool head, suggesting a change of scenery. So you packed up your laptop and took the subway to Namjoon’s. Over a takeout meal in his living room, the two of you carefully pieced your project back together again, finally finishing the damn thing several hours later.

“Done!” you shouted, closing your laptop as Namjoon collapsed on his couch. “Finally fucking done.” You poked him. “Don't fall asleep on me now. We need to do something fun. Try and salvage the night.”

Namjoon hopped up and started to rummage in his kitchen cabinets, until he pulled out a bottle of whisky. “How about this?”

It was a bottle of Honsool. Single malt, 12-year edition. It had already been opened, but was still pretty full.

“I’ve been drinking it slowly. Only on special occasions.”

“And tonight counts?” You peered up at him with an eyebrow raised.

His dimples popped. “Absolutely.”

He poured two shots, handing you one before joining you on the couch. You stopped him as he raised the glass to his lips.

“Hold on, we should toast!” you insisted.

“Ah, of course.” He paused. “To us keeping our jobs!”

The liquor went down so smoothly.

You raised the second toast - “Cheers to beers and legs behind your ears!” - before tipping back the shot, giggling in delight at the way Namjoon accidentally inhaled his at your words.

Back and forth, the two of you traded increasingly silly toasts as you tossed back shot after shot. Eventually, an empty bottle rolled on the table as the two of you clutched each other, laughing at your dumb, drunken jokes.

Things began to blur, melt together after that. A hand on your thigh - was it yours or his? Where did his shoulder end and yours begin? A longing look, eyes staring at lips. Suddenly, you were on your back and he was lying on top of you, his hand slipping beneath your waistband as his mouth met yours. You pulled him closer, fingers digging into skin, gripping, marking. Claiming.

His lips tasted like caramel and honey, sweetened by the whisky. He softly whispered his devotion, worshipping you with his hands, his mouth, his tongue.

You fell into the soft sheets of his bed, and he sighed the word “baby,” as he sank into you, again and again and again. When your end came, as your hips rose to meet his, it didn't feel like falling apart, for once. This time, you felt whole, as overwhelming pleasure surged through you, and Namjoon’s voice joined yours as you cried out into the stillness of the darkened room.

In the morning, you woke to an empty bed. Before you could wonder where he went, Namjoon poked his head in the doorway.

“Hey. I was just coming to check on you,” he murmured softly, a small grin playing on his lips. “You were really out.”

“Yeah, I sleep hard after I drink an entire distillery,” you replied, rubbing your temples, which were already throbbing.

Namjoon laughed. “I’m making coffee. Want some?”

You nodded, and he disappeared. Left alone with your thoughts, you stared at the ceiling.

Maybe now was the time to tell him.

Last night was beyond anything you’d ever dreamt. And you’d had plenty of dreams involving this man. Many of them involved this very moment itself. How you would confess everything. How he would smile and embrace you, whispering that he felt the same.

But now that the moment was here, it couldn’t be that easy, could it?

Suddenly, there were a dozen Namjoons in your head. One smiled sadly at your confession, holding your hand and saying he just didn’t feel the same. One patted you kindly on the arm and said, maybe we should just be friends. One laughed. Just laughed at you. Another snorted, asking if you seriously thought he could ever love someone like you.

On and on, all those Namjoons reacted in ways more horrible, more heartbreaking than the last. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t bear the thought of any of these Namjoons being the one about to walk through that door.

You couldn’t bear to lose the real one. Your friend.

Namjoon entered a moment later, two steaming mugs in hand. You took yours with a tiny “Thanks” and blew into it before taking a sip. Just a splash of milk and sugar. Just as you liked it.

“So, about last night,” Namjoon began, and you couldn’t let him finish. You needed to be the one to speak first.

“We got a little carried away,” you interjected, laughing nervously. “Sorry about that. I get kinda, um, rowdy when I’m really drunk.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Namjoon teased. “No, but - “

“I just hope this won’t ruin our friendship,” you blurted out, cutting him off again.

Namjoon’s mouth went slack for a moment as he looked at you. “Ruin our friendship?”

“Yeah. I really don’t want this to make things weird between us. You’re one of my best friends.” You spoke quickly, trying to get the words out as fast as you could, to let him know that he didn’t need to say anything. There was no need for him to let you down easy. You could do it yourself. “We should just… pretend last night didn’t happen. Right?”

His nod was slow, but your relief rushed over you immediately.

“Great! Um, how about I shower quick and then we go get some brunch?” You barely waited for an answer, too keyed up to slow down. In the shower, you took a moment to breathe deeply and let the water wash away all your worries. And your dreams, too. Better to let them go, rather than risk losing Namjoon.

When you returned, Namjoon was ready for brunch. The two of you walked out into the bright sunshine, chatting as if nothing unusual had happened the night before.

Neither of you ever mentioned that night again.

“Finally!” The driver’s voice wakes you from your stupor. Glancing out the window, you see that the congestion has cleared as the car begins to move again. “Should be there shortly, miss.”

“Thanks.”

Your ride pulls to a stop outside the bar a few minutes later. With a deep breath, you yank open the door before you can lose your nerve.

“Hey!” A chorus of voices shout your name as you enter. Grinning, you head for your friends, greeting them with hugs. True to Yoongi’s word, Jimin is indeed slightly drunk and does in fact tug you towards the mistletoe, but you give him a peck on one cheek and a pinch on the other before the insatiable flirt can attempt anything else.

The last person you greet is Namjoon. He hangs back a little from the crowd, holding a red box trimmed with a green bow. You still hug him like you do all your other friends, though maybe you linger a little longer in his arms. A small indulgence.

Yoongi brings you a drink. It helps you relax a little. Your friends are all so happy to see you, and that helps, too.

But once you’re settled in, someone announces that the gift exchange can begin. And just like that, your nerves flare up again, sending your pulse racing.

“Relax,” Yoongi mutters from next to you. He slips an arm over your shoulders. “I’m telling you, he’s going to love his gift.”

“You don’t even know what I got him,” you reply under your breath.

“Don’t need to. He’ll love it regardless, because it’s coming from you.”

“What makes you so sure? Has he said something to you?” You turn to examine your friend as he sips his pint.

“No, but he doesn’t have to. I just know.” You squint at him and he laughs. “Trust me.” He pats your shoulder before releasing you to unwrap his gift from his Secret Santa, his roommate Jin. “Oh. A mug. How nice.”

Your turn is next. A red box with a green bow is slid in front of you. You glance at Namjoon in surprise, then at Yoongi, who calmly sips his beer.

You undo the bow and peel back the wrapping paper. Inside the box, you find a bottle of Honsool. 12-year reserve. Single malt.

You start to laugh.

“Uh…” Namjoon says, face blanching as a murmur of confusion ripples through your friends. “What’s so funny?”

Shaking your head, you grab his gift and place it in front of him. “Your turn.”

He gives you a weird look, but tears into the wrapping paper. As he removes the lid from the box inside, he freezes.

After a minute, Jimin yells, “Well? What is it?”

Namjoon holds up a bottle of Honsool. “Did we really get each other the same gift?” His gaze meets yours, and you just smile.

There are still several gifts to be exchanged, so you try to focus on your friends. But you can feel his eyes on you, like he’s searching for something, and you know that the moment is here. So once the last gift has been opened, you approach him.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

You lead him into a quiet corner, away from where your friends are now loudly (poorly) singing a Christmas carol, and take a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“Namjoon, I - “

“I bought that Honsool so we could celebrate tonight,” Namjoon suddenly proclaims.

“I - what?” Your train of thought completely derails before it even leaves the station. “You what?”

“I, uh, bought you that bottle, thinking maybe tonight would be a special occasion. Something to celebrate.” He dips his head, bashful, but you are perplexed.

“We are celebrating? The holidays?” What is he babbling about? You need to tell him how you feel before you lose your nerve again.

“Yeah. I know. But not that. I just, uh,” he clears his throat, “I, uh…” He closes his eyes, then peers down at you as his words rush out in one breath, “IwantedtotellyouthatI’minlovewithyou.”

You’ve lost the ability to speak, mouth agape as you stare up at him. He takes your silence as a reason to panic.

“Oh god. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you feel weird or - “

He loves you? He loves you. “I love you too.”

Rising up on your tiptoes, you crash your mouth against his as a cheer goes up behind you. Followed by a very loud “Finally!” from Yoongi and Jimin grousing that you’re nowhere near the mistletoe.

Namjoon’s arms are warm and strong, locked around your back as he holds you close. That feeling hits you again, of being whole, complete, and you sigh contentedly against his lips. After a moment, you pull away, breathing heavily as Namjoon’s dimples pop. You fondly run a finger across his cheek.

“I guess we have something to celebrate after all,” you state. “That’s why I bought you a bottle, you know. So we could toast after my confession.”

“Great minds,” Namjoon murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. “I suppose, with two bottles, we could let everyone have a shot. Make a toast to friends.”

“Mmm, or, we take both bottles back to my place? And toast to whatever comes up.” You run your hand down his chest suggestively as he pulls you closer with a raspy chuckle.

“Sold. Let’s get out of here.” His nose nudges yours. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Joon.”

Prior to that day, he had spent weeks fussing over if he should finally ask you out. You had been his best friend since elementary school—getting scolded together for having played your music too loud or not listening to instructions because you both thought they were unreasonable. Hell, you both were each other's first kiss at one of your friend’s parties—all due to a life-changing game of spin the bottle. Yoongi knew it was over for him then. He had been disregarding those warm feelings bubbling in his chest for a while, but once he felt your lips on his, he had finally decided it was real. What he felt for you was real. It wasn’t just his emotions fooling him.

As he watched you push Seokjin playfully with a laugh, he couldn’t stop but think about the last time he saw you.

“Yoongs!” You exclaim, arms outstretched as you run to him. He engulfs your body as soon as you crash into him. He nestles his face in the crook of your neck, squeezing your frame against his. He hasn’t seen you all day, which isn’t something out of the ordinary, but today is the day he is going to ask you to be his. His heart is hammering inside his chest. He had picked out a restaurant that he heard you mention before—had even called ahead to make sure they had availability for the night.

“You smell good!” You say while you pull from his grasp. “Is that new cologne?”

Yoongi nods because it’s true. The cologne is expensive, so he only wears it for special occasions. Asking you to trade your years-long friendship for, hopefully, a years-long romantic relationship was special.

And nerve-wracking.

“It’s nice,” you reply. Yoongi mumbles a thanks before helping you take a seat at the table.

You shoo him away as he begins to scoot your chair in. “I got it, Yoongi,” you giggle. Yoongi, hiding the blush on his cheeks, nods, and ducks his head as he sits opposite of you. He isn’t used to doing gestures like that for you. Not that he isn’t a gentleman, but that isn’t the dynamic between you two.

“Do you like the place?” Yoongi questions as he peers at you briefly. Your eyes scan the area, taking in the strung lights around the restaurant’s patio. The restaurant is decorated for the holidays and has hanging snowflakes inside. There are also tiny trees on each table. The whole area appears more beautiful in the darkness thanks to the hanging lights.

“It’s pretty,” you observe.

Yoongi smiles a little, feeling proud of choosing a spot you like. Yoongi glances up from playing with the silverware on the table, nerves causing him to fiddle with anything nearby. He’s not sure how to begin asking you out. Should he lead up to the question or should he just blurt it out as if he’s ripping off a band-aid?

The latter probably isn’t the best and would startle you, so he decides to go with the former.

“I like hanging out with you,” Yoongi says.

You smile at his confession and turn to look him in the eye. “I like hanging out with you, too, Yoongi. It’s always a fun time with you. Nothing is ever boring when we are together,” you bring your drink to your lips, taking a sip as Yoongi digests what you said. Before he can come up with a reply, you speak again.

“Hey! Remember that one time when we went to Taehyung’s and the bottle landed on us.”

Yoongi’s face warms and he nods, hoping you don’t notice how his cheeks are turning red. Yoongi can still recall how Taehyung had fallen into a fit of laughter when it landed on you both.

“Did you like it?” You ask, leaning in closer to him across the table.

“The kiss?” He follows your lead and moves closer.

“Yes,” you giggle. You’re looking at him so intently; Yoongi is sure his heart is going to burst from his chest at how quickly it’s beating. He’s never been this anxious in his life. He feels a little foolish being so nervous. However, now is a good time to ask you out.

“Did you like the kiss?” He asks, turning the question around.

Your lips spread into a smile. “Yes. I did.”

“Do you want to kiss me again?”

He’s surprised at how he’s not stuttering when his whole body feels jittery. He desperately wishes you’re going to say yes, but part of him thinks otherwise. That kiss only happened because of a game. He had used the guise of the game’s pressure to conform to kiss you. Now, there is no excuse to kiss you besides he simply wanted to do it again because it felt nice.

“Maybe,” you reply as you try to hide your growing smile. His gaze flickers down to your lips before averting to your eyes again.

“Can I ask you something first?” He wonders, telling himself now is the time.

“Of course,” you reply.

He takes a deep breath. He had doubts before but he feels more confident now. You wanted to kiss him, so that means you wouldn’t mind being his partner, right?

“Yoongi? What’s up? I’m getting impatient,” you tease and poke his hand that’s resting on the table.

“Would- Do-” he sighs at himself. Just rip the band-aid off. “Would you be mine? Like, would you like to date me?”

Your eyes widen at his question, lips parting slightly in surprise. He expected that reaction, but he also imagined your lips would quirk up and you’d cheer, “Yes!”

But your smile never comes.

“Yoongi,” you say quietly—cautiously. Your body deflates and you lean away.

This isn’t what Yoongi wanted to happen.

“F-forget I said anything,” he says suddenly. He fights the urge to scrape his chair against the floor and jump ship. The only reason he doesn’t is because he doesn’t want to be seen running with his tail tucked between his legs.

“N-no,” you hurry and reach across the table to grab his arm. “Hear me out.”

“It’s okay,” he lies. “We can just talk about something else. I’m sorry I made it awkward.”

“I would love to say yes, but I’m not staying here for college,” you explain regardless of him trying to change topics. Yoongi’s expression changes from hurt to confusion.

“Where are you going?” He asks, not bothering to move his hand from your hold. He hates how nice your skin feels against his. Even after you rejected him, he still wants to feel you close.

“I’m moving to Europe,” you answer. “I got an internship for my major.”

“Long-distance relationships are a thing.” Yoongi tries to make an excuse to be with you.

You smile sadly at him. “They are, but that’s not something I want. They’re too painful and I never want to see you in pain.”

Yoongi nods, understanding your explanation, but still wishing that isn’t the case.

“I’m sorry, Yoongs.”

He remembered staying at the restaurant with you until your food came and you both ate. He had learned you were leaving after Christmas, needing to settle down in your new environment before the semester started. You were transferring mid-year, so it would be a challenge, but you were willing to take it.

If that wasn’t going to be the last time he saw you, he would’ve left as soon as possible. Instead, he forced himself to enjoy the last few hours he could have with you before you left. He had hoped to spend the holidays with you, but you were no longer his. Granted, you were never officially his, but you were going to be if it weren’t the internship. He was happy for you, but he wished he could’ve done something more. He wished he could’ve made it work somehow.

Unfortunately, you both lost contact with each other after a few months. Who knew years of friendship could end so quickly? It was difficult to keep up with the different schedules and time zones. Eventually, you both just stopped communicating.

His trip down memory lane was paused when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Jimin, another one of his friends.

“Are you okay? You’ve just been standing here,” Jimin said while scanning his face.

“I’m fine. I just needed fresh air; it was getting too crowded in there,” Yoongi answered.

“Okay,” Jimin dismissed. “Oh hey, there’s Seokjin. Let’s go say hi.”

“I don’t think that’s the best ide-”

“Hyung!” Jimin interrupted as he yanked Yoongi across the yard. Although Yoongi has been working out lately, Jimin could still drag him around with ease.

“Oh, Yn, these are my friends, Jimin and Yoongi,” Seokjin introduced and gestured to Yoongi and Jimin.

Your gaze moved from Seokjin to the newcomers. Yoongi held his breath as he watched your eyes land on him.

“Min Yoongi?” You questioned as you took a cautious step forward, disbelief written across your face.

“You guys know each other?” Seokjin asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” you answered. “We were childhood friends. Is that really you, Yoongs?”

“Awh,” Jimin cooed as he looked between the both of you. “That’s so cute. Wait, how come you made me stop calling you that?”

Yoongi, forced out of his daze by Jimin, glanced at his friend. “Because only Yn can call me that.”

Jimin’s eyebrows raised at his reply. Instead of being upset, he just seemed giddy. “Is this the person you said you were in lo-”

“Hyung, I think someone is throwing up over your carpet inside,” Yoongi said quickly while looking at Seokjin. Jimin began silently giggling at being interrupted.

“I got the hint,” Jimin chuckled and grabbed Seokjin’s arm. “Come on, Seokie, these two are banning us from their presence.”

Jimin sent you a wide smile and patted Yoongi on the back before scampering off into the house with a confused Jin in tow. Yoongi sighed as he watched his friends disappear before turning to you. You had a smile on your face—the same one that stole his heart years ago.

“I like your friends,” you stated as you glanced behind him.

“Yeah, they like you, too,” Yoongi said. His racing heart was distracting him from asking all the questions that bubbled in his mind.

“It’s nice to see you again. I wasn’t expecting you to be at a party like this,” you said.

“I’m just good friends with the host,” he answered, referring to Seokjin. He stuffed his hands in his jean pockets as he watched you closely. You seemed nervous, but he knew you were trying to hide it. It made him feel better that he wasn’t the only one anxious in the other’s company.

“I thought you were in Europe,” Yoongi said; the memory from earlier resurfacing in his mind.

“I was, but my internship is over now,” you explained. Hearing that your internship was over had his ears perking. If you came back then does that mean…?

“But you came back,” Yoongi replied slowly, trying to grasp what that could mean.

“I did,” you said with a small smile as you moved some hair that blew into your face from the gentle breeze.

“Why?” Yoongi couldn't help but ask. He probably should’ve worded that better. It sounded like he wasn’t happy you were here, which was not the truth in the slightest. He scolded himself mentally and stared down at his shoes rather than your face.

You laughed shyly. “This is where my home is. This is where my… friends are.”

You hesitated on the word friends, causing Yoongi to snap his gaze at you. He felt hope swelling in his chest, but he tried not to embrace it in fear it meant nothing.

“Are you staying here permanently?” He questioned. He was excited about the possibility of having you back in his life, even if you both would have to backtrack in your friendship. He had missed your company and it was dreadful not being able to talk to you daily. He figured that yearning for you would fade as the years passed, but it never did. Sure, it lessened, but the moment he saw you tonight seemed to have sparked those feelings once more, igniting a fire burning in him.

“Do you want me to stay here permanently?” You turned the question around. The act had him smiling.

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.

“Do you remember Taehyung’s party? Where we kissed?” You asked, taking a subtle step forward. Yoongi noticed the motion; he felt like his heart was tumbling.

“Yes,” Yoongi said again. “You said you liked it.”

You nodded. “I did,” you paused. You took a deep breath before speaking again. “You also said you’d kiss me again after you asked a question.”

“Do you still want that?”

Yoongi took a small step forward but kept his hands in his pockets. You mimicked his actions and came closer. You were both close enough to wrap each other in a hug, however, neither of you moved your arms.

“Yes,” you replied.

Yoongi was sure he was dreaming. You weren’t standing in front of him. You weren’t asking him to kiss you. Perhaps his brain was replaying the memory at the restaurant but morphed it to be how he had originally envisioned.

He was sure he was imagining this.

But as the seconds passed with you staring at him with hopeful eyes, the feeling of the wind in his hair, and having your warm body inches away, he knew it was real.

“Would you like to be mine?” Yoongi asked, breathing uneven as he anticipated your answer. He was positive his hands would be shaking if he hadn’t shoved them in his pockets.

Unlike all those years ago, your lips twisted up in a grin.

“Of course,” you replied happily and instantly wrapped your arms around his neck. Yoongi’s hands freed themselves from his jeans and snaked them around your body.

“I can finally get that kiss now?” You questioned as you glanced from his lips to his eyes.

Yoongi flashed you his signature gummy smile, unable to hide how relieved and happy he was.

“Yes,” he chuckled. He was hoping he wouldn’t be interrupted by one of his friends as he started to lean toward you. “We can kiss.”

And so you both did.

Yoongi held you close as he moved his lips against yours. It was different from the kiss at Taehyung’s party. It wasn’t hesitant and light. It was slow and fervent. The kiss was long overdue, and Yoongi couldn’t be more grateful that fate had brought you both back together—just in time for the holidays.

It’s not until the store announced it was closing in thirty minutes that you had begun grabbing anything that looked decent before hurrying to the mile-long checkout line—where you picked up more items as you waited for your turn.

You had spent the remainder of the night wrapping the products you had managed to score. In the list of random products included soup mugs, lotion, slippers, soap, and socks. They weren’t the most thoughtful, but you considered spending a good thirty minutes waiting in line accounted for something.

With sleepiness creeping in fast, you had hurriedly scribbled down your friend’s names on the presents and called it a night.

You woke up within twenty minutes to get ready for your friend’s Christmas party. It had you gracelessly putting on clothes, fixing your hair, and stuffing all your presents in an empty grocery bag you found laying on the counter.

The Christmas party was an annual event you hosted with your friends. Although it only started three years ago, it was something you had all agreed to continue. You had met your friends in college at one of the campus-wide events for the holidays. It included watching Elf on a big screen outside the library with complimentary hot chocolate and popcorn. When you had spotted seven men wondering where to sit, you offered to share your large blanket with them. The simple offer had sparked a friendship you were grateful for.

You were ten minutes late to the party, which earned you a (teasing) glare from Jimin—the party host. It had no effect on you, however, as you’ve seen the look too many times with no repercussions. Instead, you hugged him and made your way inside his home.

The home was decorated in garlands, mini lights, and paper snowflakes. You figured Taehyung had helped decorate this time since there were a lot more decorations this year. Taehyung had always liked to spice things up.

“Perfect timing, Yn,” Hoseok said from the couch. “We were getting ready to open presents.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. You were sure they had been better than you and put more thought into selecting their presents. You scolded yourself for not managing your time better.

Despite your worries, you forced a smile on your face and took a seat next to Yoongi on the other couch. You clutched onto your bag that held all the gifts, reluctant to take out your (poorly-wrapped) presents.

Namjoon must have noticed how tightly you were holding onto your bag because he tugged on it playfully from behind you. You gripped the bag tighter out of reflex and whipped your head to Namjoon. He smiled at your reaction.

“What’s in there?” He teased, walking around the couch to sit on an adjacent chair. “Are you hiding taaffeites in there?”

Everyone turned to you after hearing Namjoon’s question. You suddenly wished you hadn’t gripped the bag like it was your newborn baby someone was trying to steal. They probably thought you were five seconds away from cowering in the corner with it and hissing, “My precious.”

You laughed nervously and eased your grasp. “N-no.”

“Well since Yn seems to be hiding the gold mine, why don’t you start us off? Who do you want to exchange with first?” Jimin questioned. Every year you distribute the gifts differently. This year, you would exchange gifts with someone and you’ll both open them at the same time.

You shook your head, offering a smile you hoped would persuade them to choose someone else. “I don’t have much. How about we let Seokjin decide first?”

You glanced at him, attempting to give him the cutest puppy eyes that’ll coax him to go. Seokjin smiled at your expression and stood up. Your body instantly relaxed when he did so, feeling better that you wouldn’t be the first one to go. You didn’t want to start off the night with your last-minute presents.

“I’ll gladly go first,” he announced. He rummaged in his bag to retrieve a gift. From the way he didn’t grab a random one, his present was for a specific person.

“Who are you going to exchange with first?” Yoongi wondered as he examined the box. It was a rectangular box with a metallic red bow.

“My favorite person in the room,” Seokjin said as he glanced around. Before anyone could claim to be his favorite, Seokjin walked toward you and lowered the box. “Yn.”

You stared at it with wide eyes and leaned back as if that would stop him from giving it to you. Seokjin couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. Your friends laughed at Seokjin’s decision; they appeared pleased with you having to go first after all.

“Looks like it’s fate,” Hoseok commented as he watched you grudgingly grab the present. Seokjin stood in front of you, watching as you hunted through your grocery bag to find his gift. He gave you a soft smile to ease your nervousness.

Once he sat down with your gift, Jimin instructed, “Alright, so on the count of three you both open the gifts.”

You and Seokjin nodded, hands ready to unwrap the presents.

“One, two, three!” Jimin cheered, eager to see what the presents were despite neither of them being for him.

You unwrapped the gift and pulled off the lid to the box. Inside was a pair of socks–red, white, and fuzzy. There were snowflakes and trees on the socks. You lifted the socks in the air to examine them. Something about them made you feel like you were experiencing déjà vu. Why does it feel like you’ve seen them somewhere?

“No way,” Taehyung exclaimed, loud laughter following his words. You peered at him confused. The socks weren't that bad to be ridiculed.

When you looked at Seokjin, you realized why you were undergoing déjà vu. Held in his hands was a pair of socks–red, white, and fuzzy.

The same socks you were holding up.

“Did we really get each other the same gift?” Seokjin laughed, squeaky sounds emitting from his open mouth as he pointed at the socks in your hands. Your nerves were instantly washed away. It was impossible to not laugh with everyone. The odds of getting the exact same gift were humorous. You wondered if he also had to stand in a thirty-minute line just to get them.

“You guys should wear them now to match,” Namjoon suggested.

You both adhered to his suggestion and slipped on the matching pair of socks. You felt a little silly with them on, but the relief from receiving a simple gift made you ignore the feeling.

“We did good,” Seokjin said to you and gave you a high-five.

“I love the gift. Thank you,” you replied, a smile on your lips.

The process of giving and receiving gifts continued for the next hour and a half. It took a long time to open gifts, but no one was in a rush. You were all enjoying each other’s company.

It turns out you and Seokjin were not the only ones who gave each other the same gifts. Yoongi and Namjoon had both given each other a notebook to write their music-related ideas in. Although the colors were different, the design of the journals was the same. Perhaps you have all been together for too long. Though as you watch your friends laugh and joke with one another, you realize you wouldn’t trade this for the world. After all, how could you trade something you already have?

Deciding to spend your holidays with your friends was great, but everyone had adjusted to their own schedules as the days passed. You had rented the cabin for two weeks and wanted to get your money worth out of every feature offered. You hadn’t had the chance to test out the hot tub, yet, and since you had nothing else to do, now seemed like the perfect opportunity. If only you had someone to join you. Jungkook was the first person you had stumbled upon in your wake of corralling victims—or friends.

“I just came out to eat,” Jungkook mumbled and glanced at his noodles, which were getting colder by the second.

You shrugged. “So?” You questioned. “Finish eating then come join me.”

Jungkook stuck a finger in his noodles, frowning when he confirmed his assumption that they were now too cold to eat.

“You owe me food,” he huffed and stood to clean up his mess.

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved your hand in the air as if to shoo his complaint away. “I’ll see you outside then!”

Jungkook placed his clean chopsticks on the drying towel then faced you. “I never said I would go.”

“You never said you wouldn’t,” you countered with a charming smile. “Get dressed, Koo. I’ll meet you out there.”

You weren’t going to take no for an answer, seeing the curiosity in his eyes the moment you mentioned the hot tub. He was just being difficult.

You turned to leave but slowed your steps when Jungkook spoke again.

“You’re already dressed?”

You giggled, lifting your shirt to show your swimsuit. “Of course! I just want some company. Hurry out.”

Jungkook chuckled at your impatience and watched as you disappeared outside before jogging to his bedroom to change.

Your body instantly shivered at the biting cold. You had flip-flops on but the snow was so deep, you were forced to feel the snow directly on your foot. You rushed to the hot tub, rapidly lifted the tub’s cover, then pulled off your clothes that acted as a coverup. Luckily, it had been heating up for a few hours and was already steaming by the time you decided to slide in.

A sigh escaped your lips as you sunk in the heated water. The contrast between the freezing weather and the hot water had your body instantly relaxing. Although your ears and nose were still cold, the warmth from the tub made it bearable.

Jungkook, as well as the other guys, had always been your best friends. It was never a dull moment when you were around them. They knew how to make you smile, laugh, and even curse out of frustration. They had been there for you since you met in high school as a freshman; you truly didn’t know what you would do without them. No matter how cliché it sounded, they were your support group.

Although you had never dated any of them, you had a few intimate moments with some of them over the years. Nothing had grown serious and you had never made it all the way with anyone. They were flings—moments where you both were horny and just needed to get off. Sure, you had times where you thought you were falling for one of them, or several, but you never acted on those feelings. They eventually faded on their own anyway.

Jungkook was one of the guys who you never had one of those moments with. Not until you had both grown up a little more. Jungkook kept to himself mostly, but you knew he had a silly side to him as well. It primarily came about when teasing Seokjin, but it was there nonetheless. He was calmer than you expected him to be, but you didn’t mind. It was a nice change in pace.

You would be lying if you said your heart has never raced because of him. He was undeniably attractive and the mole underneath his lower lip was your kryptonite. You had always loved that his doe eyes never changed throughout the years. Even with all his piercings and tattoos, you could still see 16-year-old Jungkook with his round, innocent eyes. Lately, however, you’d been paying more attention to him. The way he spoke, the way he stared blankly at times, and the way his muscles flexed when he moved.

You shook your head at the thought—something you had to do many times since you arrived at the cabin. It was easier to rid your mind of them when you didn’t have to see him every day. It also didn’t help that he would walk around shirtless because he was too lazy to lift his arms into his sleeves. While you were happy he felt comfortable around you, the sight of his bare chest was detrimental to your health.

“Shit! Oh, fuck.”

You turned around at the cursing to see Jungkook hopping to the hot tub with his hands covering his chest. The only thing he had on was his swim trunks and he was already shivering from the cold.

You laughed as he rushed to climb into the tub, unaware he was splashing the water everywhere in his attempt to warm up. You wiped the specs of water that landed on your face while Jungkook released a long sigh as he melted at the heat.

“This feels amazing,” Jungkook groaned as he sank lower in the water.

“Doesn’t it?” You smiled.

Jungkook hummed and leaned his head back against the side, closing his eyes as he spread his limbs under the water. Your eyes trailed from the stretch of his neck down to his bare chest. Although the sight was slightly distorted from the moving water, you could still make out his sculpted muscles. Your smile slowly faded as you caught sight of his large thighs spread apart, giving you the perfect view of his crotch.

“Something catching your eye?” Jungkook asked. The sudden sound of his voice caused you to snap your graze to his face, which was now directed at you.

You weren’t sure if the flush of your cheeks were from the chilly weather or the fact Jungkook just caught you staring at his crotch. Oh hell.

“The bubbles are mesmerizing,” you lied; your body was no longer relaxed.

“Are they?” Jungkook questioned and glanced at how the tub jets were creating the water to bubble at the surface.

“Yup,” you replied slowly, emphasizing the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

“They’re better on this side. Come look,” he said and jerked his head to motion for you to come near.

Hesitantly, you followed his request, sitting far enough away to make it awkward. Jungkook chuckled at the distance and reached over to grab your arm. He gently tugged you closer and pulled your legs over his lap. Your hands settled on his broad shoulders and you kept your hips raised so as to not touch him. Your eyes stared somewhere behind him, wondering if he could hear how fast your heart was beating.

“Yn,” Jungkook called softly. You hummed to let him know you heard him but still didn’t make eye contact. He called your name again with a soft laugh.

This time, you spared him a glance. He was smiling, eyes staring at you fondly. The sight had your grip on his shoulders tightening. He just looked too handsome with his pink nose and sparkling eyes. His sharp jawline was softer since his face was a little puffy. The light breeze had his dark hair ruffling in the wind. He was breathtaking.

“Just tell me if you want to stop,” he murmured quietly before leaning toward you, eyes fluttering closed. You were too stunned to meet him halfway, too focused on the way his lips were coming closer. Only when his mouth found yours did you close your eyes and melt into his grasp.

His hands rested on your hips, pushing them down slightly to get you to sit on his lap fully. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you tried to hide your smile when he gave your body a reassuring squeeze.

His lips were slightly chapped from the weather, but you didn’t care. The way they moved against yours was blissful and made you only want to sink further into the ecstasy that was Jeon Jungkook. When he felt you were getting more comfortable, he glided his tongue along your bottom lip. You granted him access without hesitation and met his tongue with your own.

You snuggled closer to his body as you felt a chilly breeze hit your back. Since you were on his lap, you had more of your body exposed to the frosty temperature.

Jungkook sprawled a large hand against your back and pressed your chest flush against his. The warmth from his body combined with the heated water made you feel better, but the slight shift in position had your crotch grazing against his. You shivered at the feeling it sent throughout your body.

Jungkook pulled back from the kiss with a small hiss. You wanted to hear the sound again so you rolled your hips against his gently, trying to gauge his reaction. From the way something was poking your thigh to the way his open was open told you he had enjoyed the simple action.

To confirm your suspicion, he spoke. “Go on, baby girl.”

You rolled your hips again, moaning when he lifted his to press against you harder. Jungkook smirked at the noise and leaned in to capture your lips once more. He held your hips firmly, helping you grind against him until you could feel his hard dick.

Jungkook pulled away from you and suddenly stood up, holding you by your thighs as he carefully moved to another part of the hot tub. There was a larger sitting area on this side and he nudged you to sit on it. His intentions were unknown until he turned you around to face the span of the cabin’s yard—covered in white from the falling snow.

“Jungkook?” Your question ended in a sudden gasp. He had spread your legs and angled the water jet to hit your clit. Your hands clutched onto his large thighs behind you. The jet was light enough to not hurt you but powerful enough to make you writhe from the pleasure.

“Feel good?” Jungkook asked as he lowered himself to sit behind you, so he wasn’t exposed to the cold.

You nodded in response and leaned your head against his shoulder. Jungkook smiled and began to place kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. His hands trailed up your thighs all the way to cup your breasts. He massaged them, pressing them up and together as he sucked on your neck.

His fingers pinched your nipples through your swimsuit material. You mewled as you started to roll your hips to try to get more friction from the water jet.

“I bet you’d ride me so good, baby,” Jungkook whispered in your ear when he caught sight of your moving hips.

You nodded again and reached behind yourself to place your hand on his dick. Jungkook sucked in a breath when you reached inside his swim trunks and squeezed him. He was large and thick in your hand, making your walls clench around nothing at the thought of having him fill you.

Jungkook gripped your breasts tighter as you pumped his cock, moaning lowly behind you. He snaked a hand around you and replaced the stimulation from the jet with his hand. He placed more kisses against your skin as he circled your clit fast. You whined his name and quickened your pace around his dick in his trunks; your other hand gripped his tatted arm that was playing with your pussy.

“Wanna taste you,” he muttered. “Think you can withstand the cold for a few?”

Without another word, you sat on the edge of the tub and parted your legs wide for Jungkook. The cold hit your skin immediately. You resisted the urge to scamper away in the water because you simply wanted to know what it felt like to have Jungkook, with his sexy lip piercing and the cutest smiles, eat you out.

“So good for me,” he said as he hurried to move your swimsuit’s bottoms to the side. He wasted no time swiping his tongue along your folds. Moving a hand to circle your clit again in hopes to distract your mind from the freezing temperature, he groaned against your pussy as he lapped up your juices. He dipped his tongue into your hole which had you gasping and tangling a hand in his growing locks.

Jungkook was swift with his movements, trying to help you reach your orgasm quickly. While one of his hands continued to circle your clit, the other traveled to your breasts and began to rub them again.

“Can’t believe I’ve never tasted you before,” he rasped.

“Feels so good, Jungkook,” you shakily replied.

You couldn’t help but gyrate your hips against his face. He didn’t seem to mind, however, and closed his eyes as he continued to flick his tongue rapidly. He rolled your clit between his fingers, making your legs jerk together for a second. Despite Jungkook’s ministrations, your body was starting to shiver more.

“Cold,” you whined. Partly because Jungkook was eating you out so well and partly because you didn’t want him to stop, which he would have to do once you get back into the water.

Jungkook flattened his tongue and licked one final stripe against your glistening folds before helping you back into the water and pressing his lips against yours. He then flattened his body against yours and picked up where he left off. He rubbed his clothed dick against your entrance, pushing against your clit harshly.

“‘M close, Kook,” you moaned into the kiss, digging your nails into his taut back. Jungkook pulled away and began sucking on your neck again. His hips stopped circling against yours, starting to thrust against you, instead.

“Oh, fuck,” you panted. Although he wasn’t inside, the force of him hitting your clit felt heavenly.

“I bet you’d take me like a good girl, yeah?” He husked, nipping at your neck. “You’d take all of me and let me fuck you all night long.”

“Yes,” you whimpered, wishing he was stretching you. You bet he would be if you both hadn’t decided to go at it in the hot tub. The thought irritated you and you desperately wanted to come so you could go for round two in one of your rooms.

Jungkook switched his movements and went back to grinding against your core. The heavy friction was your undoing—moaning his name and scratching along his bareback. Jungkook slowed his pace as you came, letting you ride out of your orgasm gradually.

When your breathing started to become even, he pulled away and sat slouched against the tub’s edge. He hastily pulled down his trunks and began pumping his shaft as he stared at you, mouth open and eyebrows knitted together.

Instead of resting, you scooted closer and replaced his hand with your own. You kissed him deeply as you twisted your hand while you rubbed his cock. The kiss was sloppy, but you didn’t care. Your thumb slid across his slit occasionally, and with your other hand, you reached down to squeeze his balls. The action had him jerking into your grasp, a loud moan falling from his swollen lips.

“I’m coming,” he gasped. “Shit.”

You pumped him a couple more times before you took a deep breath and submerged into the water. You heard Jungkook beginning to ask what you were doing before you went underwater.

Briskly, you brought his tip to your lips, and without opening your mouth to let water in, you lowered it on him. You felt his thighs tense at the feeling of your mouth around him, bobbing your head as quickly as you could and pumping the part you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You weren’t going to try to take more of him in fear of gagging and inhaling water. He seemed to understand as he placed a hand on your head but didn’t push down.

You could hear him talking above you, but you couldn’t decipher his exact words. A few seconds passed before you felt his cock twitch and he came unraveling in your mouth.

You surfaced from the water and quickly swallowed his load so you could breathe again. Jungkook was staring at you wide-eyed, causing you to giggle at seeing his big doe eyes larger than usual. You could see him fighting through his daze as he tried to wrap his mind around what you just did. Granted, it was not the first someone had given him head, but doing so underwater was new and not expected.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he said, still stunned with what just happened.

“Was it weird?” You asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

“No!” He denied immediately, shaking his head. “It was definitely not weird. I want you to do it again.”

You laughed out of relief and the eagerness laced in his words. “That can be done… Minus the water.”

Jungkook chuckled and reached over to turn off the hot tub.

“I’ll take it,” he said and smiled at you. “Let’s go somewhere warmer this time?”

Your lips twisted upward and you nodded. “I’d like that.”

“We cover this thing on three, then make a run for it, okay? Just be careful you don’t slip.”

“Got it,” you said and inhaled deeply, preparing to feel the chillness once again.

“One, two,” Jungkook began, hands resting on the edge of the tub. “Three!”

You both hurried out of the warm water, fumbled with tugging the tub’s cover back on, then scrambled to get back inside the warm cabin. Luckily, you both weren’t locked out and were able to get back in with ease. Well, so you thought.

It seemed like the other members had decided to gather in the common area and were mid-game of Uno when you and Jungkook came back inside soaking wet and shivering like wet rats. You more so since your hair was wet and Jungkook’s wasn’t.

Although the hot tub was situated in a place where people inside the cabin couldn’t view it, you were sure they still heard you both from the way they eyed you.

“You were right, they did contaminate the hot tub,” Namjoon groaned, a deep frown plastered on his face. “I haven’t had the chance to use it.”

“Now you never will,” Taehyung laughed and glanced back at the cards in his hands as if what you and Jungkook just did didn’t faze him.

“Did you guys have to do it in the hot tub of all places?” Hoseok questioned.

“Don’t tell me that doing it in a hot tub isn’t on your bucket list,” Jungkook countered and grabbed a random jacket that was hung over a chair. He wrapped it around your shivering body, ignoring the way his body also shook from the cold. You thanked him quietly and held the clothing close.

“He’s got you there,” Jimin teased and went back to the game

“Go get changed you two and come back for a round of Uno,” Yoongi said and averted his attention away.

You and Jungkook scurried to the rooms. Your hand was on your doorknob when Jungkook stopped you.

“Meet me in my bedroom later?” He suggested, a small smile donning his lips. You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully.

“That’s not very subtle,” you joked and leaned against your closed door. Jungkook shrugged.

“I can be even less subtle,” he offered. “Let me fuck you until you’re screaming my name again tonight in my bedroom.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you smacked his chest. He flinched at the contact and mouthed “ow.”

“Perhaps I liked the first version better,” you said. Jungkook smirked at that.

“You’re telling me you don’t like when I talk dirty to you?”

“I’ll talk dirty to you,” a new voice interrupted.

You and Jungkook jumped at the sound and turned to see Jimin strolling casually toward you two.

“Seokjin accidentally left the food waste bucket open last night and it reeked this morning,” Jimin continued. Your face scrunched up at his comment.

“Exactly,” Jimin said at your expressions. “Anyway, hurry up. They’re all whining to start a new round.”

With that, he left you two alone in the hallway again. Jungkook glanced back toward you and raised an eyebrow, hinting at his earlier invite.

“Okay,” you simply agreed. You leaned in to plant a quick kiss upon his lips, which were stretched in a wide smile, before slipping inside your room to get changed.

You were eager to beat these fools at Uno so you and Jungkook could pick up where you left off sooner.

Taehyung walks into the room, wrapping his arms around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His dark curls tickle your ear as he rocks you back and forth. “You really think we need more decorations? Or is this just you being nervous about the party?”

“Both?” you sigh and lean into him, resting against his solid chest as he hugs you. “Sorry. I just want this to be perfect.”

“I know,” he says, kissing the top of your head. “It’s going to be just fine.”

So many boxes. It’s amazing how many memories they hold, Taehyung muses, as the two of you begin to unpack. A string of lights reminds him of the first Christmas you’d spent together, in your old apartment. How, the moment you’d plugged in your tree, wrapped in strand after strand of colorful bulbs, you’d blown a fuse, plunging the entire little studio into darkness.

A light-up Santa Claus figurine brings back the time the two of you went to the mall to have your picture taken with Santa for your Christmas card. He vividly remembers the way Santa had laughed merrily when the two of you removed your coats, revealing matching green reindeer onesies adorned with fuzzy antlers on the hoods. The elf assistant taking the photo couldn’t stop laughing either, leading to a slightly off-frame picture, which now hangs on the wall with all the other snapshots of your life together.

But nothing could top last year’s Christmas, of course. He pulls a snowglobe out of its packaging, giving it a gentle shake to stir up the flakes. Inside the tiny glass are two snowpersons, their stick hands intertwined. As he stares into the snow, he remembers how you’d giggled as you read the silly inscription, `I Love You Snow Much,’ only to gasp in surprise when you glanced up to find him down on one knee, ring in hand.

Now, that same ring sparkles on your finger as you carefully hang a gingerbread man ornament on the tree. He takes in the far-away look in your eyes as you rearrange the branches, making room for more trinkets, and sighs.

“You’re still worrying. Tell me what’s on your mind.” He winds some garland around the bookshelves.

“I just want this to go perfectly. It’s our first time hosting here, and I want it to be the first of many parties we throw. Like, that’s why we bought this house, right? To fill with friends and family?”

Taehyung nods as you continue, his mind wandering a little at that last word. “Yeah, that’s right. But you’ve hosted so many parties before, in our old place. This isn’t anything new.” He smiles warmly. “Everyone’s excited to see the house, sure, but they’re more excited just to see you and get to spend Christmas Eve celebrating with you.”

“Why are you always so sweet?” you hum, pausing in your decorating to drop a gentle kiss on your fiancé’s cheek. Your fingers brush against the dark stubble sprouting there. He’s trying to grow a beard, and you can’t help but admire how the slight shadow changes his face, making him look more mature. Sexier, too, which is incredible given how gorgeous he already is.

“It’s all that hot cocoa I’ve had recently. I’m overflowing with sugar,” Taehyung answers as you giggle. He jokes, but he’s always taking care of you like this. It never ceases to amaze you how much love he has to give.

Taehyung reaches into the box of ornaments to grab a wooden tree inscribed with a series of names. It’s one of your favorites - a family tree given to you by your parents as a gift last year.

He rubs his fingers over the empty space beneath your name and his.

“Namjoon’s coming to the party, right?” he asks.

“Of course! He was one of the first to RSVP.”

Taehyung nods as he hangs the ornament on a branch. “Of course he was. Will he and Lisa be bringing little Hyejin with them?”

You glance at your fiancé. His face is impassive as usual, but his eyes give him away. “Yep. I told them little ones are welcome at the party. And I knew better than to keep Hyejin away from her favorite uncle.”

“I’m not really her uncle. That’s just what Namjoon and Lisa call me.”

“You’re close enough, baby. And that little girl loves you so much.” It always twists your heart to see Hyejin light up whenever Taehyung holds her. Namjoon’s daughter has him wrapped around her chubby little fingers.

Taehyung hasn’t moved from where he stands, staring at the ornament as it spins in the soft glow of the tree. He doesn’t have to say a word, you know exactly what he’s thinking. What he’s wishing for. Threading your arms through his, you nuzzle into his back, and he wraps his long fingers around yours as he hums softly.

“I think that’s everything,” you declare after a minute, stepping away to start clearing the empty boxes. “I guess we did have plenty to properly deck the halls after all.”

Taehyung grunts, only half-listening as he helps you clean up.

“I’m not sure it’ll be enough for next year, though,” you continue, stopping at the mantel to straighten one of the stockings hanging there. “After all, next Christmas, we’ll be needing one more stocking.”

“Mmm,” Taehyung replies, flopping down on the couch. Then he sits back up as your words sink in. “Wait, what?”

You simply beam back at him, one hand resting on your lower stomach.

“Love? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He crosses the room slowly, as if afraid that if he moves too quickly, he’ll jinx something. That your answer will change. He’s held on to this hope for so long that he’s not sure he can let go.

Nodding, you take his hand, lightly pressing it to your stomach. It’s too soon to feel anything, but neither of you care. Taehyung tries to speak, but just shakes his head. You squeeze his hand.

“Merry Christmas, baby. Our gift is on its way.”

Deciding to spend your holidays with your friends was great, but everyone had adjusted to their own schedules as the days passed. You had rented the cabin for two weeks and wanted to get your money worth out of every feature offered. You hadn’t had the chance to test out the hot tub, yet, and since you had nothing else to do, now seemed like the perfect opportunity. If only you had someone to join you. Jungkook was the first person you had stumbled upon in your wake of corralling victims—or friends.

“I just came out to eat,” Jungkook mumbled and glanced at his noodles, which were getting colder by the second.

You shrugged. “So?” You questioned. “Finish eating then come join me.”

Jungkook stuck a finger in his noodles, frowning when he confirmed his assumption that they were now too cold to eat.

“You owe me food,” he huffed and stood to clean up his mess.

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved your hand in the air as if to shoo his complaint away. “I’ll see you outside then!”

Jungkook placed his clean chopsticks on the drying towel then faced you. “I never said I would go.”

“You never said you wouldn’t,” you countered with a charming smile. “Get dressed, Koo. I’ll meet you out there.”

You weren’t going to take no for an answer, seeing the curiosity in his eyes the moment you mentioned the hot tub. He was just being difficult.

You turned to leave but slowed your steps when Jungkook spoke again.

“You’re already dressed?”

You giggled, lifting your shirt to show your swimsuit. “Of course! I just want some company. Hurry out.”

Jungkook chuckled at your impatience and watched as you disappeared outside before jogging to his bedroom to change.

Your body instantly shivered at the biting cold. You had flip-flops on but the snow was so deep, you were forced to feel the snow directly on your foot. You rushed to the hot tub, rapidly lifted the tub’s cover, then pulled off your clothes that acted as a coverup. Luckily, it had been heating up for a few hours and was already steaming by the time you decided to slide in.

A sigh escaped your lips as you sunk in the heated water. The contrast between the freezing weather and the hot water had your body instantly relaxing. Although your ears and nose were still cold, the warmth from the tub made it bearable.

Jungkook, as well as the other guys, had always been your best friends. It was never a dull moment when you were around them. They knew how to make you smile, laugh, and even curse out of frustration. They had been there for you since you met in high school as a freshman; you truly didn’t know what you would do without them. No matter how cliché it sounded, they were your support group.

Although you had never dated any of them, you had a few intimate moments with some of them over the years. Nothing had grown serious and you had never made it all the way with anyone. They were flings—moments where you both were horny and just needed to get off. Sure, you had times where you thought you were falling for one of them, or several, but you never acted on those feelings. They eventually faded on their own anyway.

Jungkook was one of the guys who you never had one of those moments with. Not until you had both grown up a little more. Jungkook kept to himself mostly, but you knew he had a silly side to him as well. It primarily came about when teasing Seokjin, but it was there nonetheless. He was calmer than you expected him to be, but you didn’t mind. It was a nice change in pace.

You would be lying if you said your heart has never raced because of him. He was undeniably attractive and the mole underneath his lower lip was your kryptonite. You had always loved that his doe eyes never changed throughout the years. Even with all his piercings and tattoos, you could still see 16-year-old Jungkook with his round, innocent eyes. Lately, however, you’d been paying more attention to him. The way he spoke, the way he stared blankly at times, and the way his muscles flexed when he moved.

You shook your head at the thought—something you had to do many times since you arrived at the cabin. It was easier to rid your mind of them when you didn’t have to see him every day. It also didn’t help that he would walk around shirtless because he was too lazy to lift his arms into his sleeves. While you were happy he felt comfortable around you, the sight of his bare chest was detrimental to your health.

“Shit! Oh, fuck.”

You turned around at the cursing to see Jungkook hopping to the hot tub with his hands covering his chest. The only thing he had on was his swim trunks and he was already shivering from the cold.

You laughed as he rushed to climb into the tub, unaware he was splashing the water everywhere in his attempt to warm up. You wiped the specs of water that landed on your face while Jungkook released a long sigh as he melted at the heat.

“This feels amazing,” Jungkook groaned as he sank lower in the water.

“Doesn’t it?” You smiled.

Jungkook hummed and leaned his head back against the side, closing his eyes as he spread his limbs under the water. Your eyes trailed from the stretch of his neck down to his bare chest. Although the sight was slightly distorted from the moving water, you could still make out his sculpted muscles. Your smile slowly faded as you caught sight of his large thighs spread apart, giving you the perfect view of his crotch.

“Something catching your eye?” Jungkook asked. The sudden sound of his voice caused you to snap your graze to his face, which was now directed at you.

You weren’t sure if the flush of your cheeks were from the chilly weather or the fact Jungkook just caught you staring at his crotch. Oh hell.

“The bubbles are mesmerizing,” you lied; your body was no longer relaxed.

“Are they?” Jungkook questioned and glanced at how the tub jets were creating the water to bubble at the surface.

“Yup,” you replied slowly, emphasizing the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

“They’re better on this side. Come look,” he said and jerked his head to motion for you to come near.

Hesitantly, you followed his request, sitting far enough away to make it awkward. Jungkook chuckled at the distance and reached over to grab your arm. He gently tugged you closer and pulled your legs over his lap. Your hands settled on his broad shoulders and you kept your hips raised so as to not touch him. Your eyes stared somewhere behind him, wondering if he could hear how fast your heart was beating.

“Yn,” Jungkook called softly. You hummed to let him know you heard him but still didn’t make eye contact. He called your name again with a soft laugh.

This time, you spared him a glance. He was smiling, eyes staring at you fondly. The sight had your grip on his shoulders tightening. He just looked too handsome with his pink nose and sparkling eyes. His sharp jawline was softer since his face was a little puffy. The light breeze had his dark hair ruffling in the wind. He was breathtaking.

“Just tell me if you want to stop,” he murmured quietly before leaning toward you, eyes fluttering closed. You were too stunned to meet him halfway, too focused on the way his lips were coming closer. Only when his mouth found yours did you close your eyes and melt into his grasp.

His hands rested on your hips, pushing them down slightly to get you to sit on his lap fully. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you tried to hide your smile when he gave your body a reassuring squeeze.

His lips were slightly chapped from the weather, but you didn’t care. The way they moved against yours was blissful and made you only want to sink further into the ecstasy that was Jeon Jungkook. When he felt you were getting more comfortable, he glided his tongue along your bottom lip. You granted him access without hesitation and met his tongue with your own.

You snuggled closer to his body as you felt a chilly breeze hit your back. Since you were on his lap, you had more of your body exposed to the frosty temperature.

Jungkook sprawled a large hand against your back and pressed your chest flush against his. The warmth from his body combined with the heated water made you feel better, but the slight shift in position had your crotch grazing against his. You shivered at the feeling it sent throughout your body.

Jungkook pulled back from the kiss with a small hiss. You wanted to hear the sound again so you rolled your hips against his gently, trying to gauge his reaction. From the way something was poking your thigh to the way his open was open told you he had enjoyed the simple action.

To confirm your suspicion, he spoke. “Go on, baby girl.”

You rolled your hips again, moaning when he lifted his to press against you harder. Jungkook smirked at the noise and leaned in to capture your lips once more. He held your hips firmly, helping you grind against him until you could feel his hard dick.

Jungkook pulled away from you and suddenly stood up, holding you by your thighs as he carefully moved to another part of the hot tub. There was a larger sitting area on this side and he nudged you to sit on it. His intentions were unknown until he turned you around to face the span of the cabin’s yard—covered in white from the falling snow.

“Jungkook?” Your question ended in a sudden gasp. He had spread your legs and angled the water jet to hit your clit. Your hands clutched onto his large thighs behind you. The jet was light enough to not hurt you but powerful enough to make you writhe from the pleasure.

“Feel good?” Jungkook asked as he lowered himself to sit behind you, so he wasn’t exposed to the cold.

You nodded in response and leaned your head against his shoulder. Jungkook smiled and began to place kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. His hands trailed up your thighs all the way to cup your breasts. He massaged them, pressing them up and together as he sucked on your neck.

His fingers pinched your nipples through your swimsuit material. You mewled as you started to roll your hips to try to get more friction from the water jet.

“I bet you’d ride me so good, baby,” Jungkook whispered in your ear when he caught sight of your moving hips.

You nodded again and reached behind yourself to place your hand on his dick. Jungkook sucked in a breath when you reached inside his swim trunks and squeezed him. He was large and thick in your hand, making your walls clench around nothing at the thought of having him fill you.

Jungkook gripped your breasts tighter as you pumped his cock, moaning lowly behind you. He snaked a hand around you and replaced the stimulation from the jet with his hand. He placed more kisses against your skin as he circled your clit fast. You whined his name and quickened your pace around his dick in his trunks; your other hand gripped his tatted arm that was playing with your pussy.

“Wanna taste you,” he muttered. “Think you can withstand the cold for a few?”

Without another word, you sat on the edge of the tub and parted your legs wide for Jungkook. The cold hit your skin immediately. You resisted the urge to scamper away in the water because you simply wanted to know what it felt like to have Jungkook, with his sexy lip piercing and the cutest smiles, eat you out.

“So good for me,” he said as he hurried to move your swimsuit’s bottoms to the side. He wasted no time swiping his tongue along your folds. Moving a hand to circle your clit again in hopes to distract your mind from the freezing temperature, he groaned against your pussy as he lapped up your juices. He dipped his tongue into your hole which had you gasping and tangling a hand in his growing locks.

Jungkook was swift with his movements, trying to help you reach your orgasm quickly. While one of his hands continued to circle your clit, the other traveled to your breasts and began to rub them again.

“Can’t believe I’ve never tasted you before,” he rasped.

“Feels so good, Jungkook,” you shakily replied.

You couldn’t help but gyrate your hips against his face. He didn’t seem to mind, however, and closed his eyes as he continued to flick his tongue rapidly. He rolled your clit between his fingers, making your legs jerk together for a second. Despite Jungkook’s ministrations, your body was starting to shiver more.

“Cold,” you whined. Partly because Jungkook was eating you out so well and partly because you didn’t want him to stop, which he would have to do once you get back into the water.

Jungkook flattened his tongue and licked one final stripe against your glistening folds before helping you back into the water and pressing his lips against yours. He then flattened his body against yours and picked up where he left off. He rubbed his clothed dick against your entrance, pushing against your clit harshly.

“‘M close, Kook,” you moaned into the kiss, digging your nails into his taut back. Jungkook pulled away and began sucking on your neck again. His hips stopped circling against yours, starting to thrust against you, instead.

“Oh, fuck,” you panted. Although he wasn’t inside, the force of him hitting your clit felt heavenly.

“I bet you’d take me like a good girl, yeah?” He husked, nipping at your neck. “You’d take all of me and let me fuck you all night long.”

“Yes,” you whimpered, wishing he was stretching you. You bet he would be if you both hadn’t decided to go at it in the hot tub. The thought irritated you and you desperately wanted to come so you could go for round two in one of your rooms.

Jungkook switched his movements and went back to grinding against your core. The heavy friction was your undoing—moaning his name and scratching along his bareback. Jungkook slowed his pace as you came, letting you ride out of your orgasm gradually.

When your breathing started to become even, he pulled away and sat slouched against the tub’s edge. He hastily pulled down his trunks and began pumping his shaft as he stared at you, mouth open and eyebrows knitted together.

Instead of resting, you scooted closer and replaced his hand with your own. You kissed him deeply as you twisted your hand while you rubbed his cock. The kiss was sloppy, but you didn’t care. Your thumb slid across his slit occasionally, and with your other hand, you reached down to squeeze his balls. The action had him jerking into your grasp, a loud moan falling from his swollen lips.

“I’m coming,” he gasped. “Shit.”

You pumped him a couple more times before you took a deep breath and submerged into the water. You heard Jungkook beginning to ask what you were doing before you went underwater.

Briskly, you brought his tip to your lips, and without opening your mouth to let water in, you lowered it on him. You felt his thighs tense at the feeling of your mouth around him, bobbing your head as quickly as you could and pumping the part you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You weren’t going to try to take more of him in fear of gagging and inhaling water. He seemed to understand as he placed a hand on your head but didn’t push down.

You could hear him talking above you, but you couldn’t decipher his exact words. A few seconds passed before you felt his cock twitch and he came unraveling in your mouth.

You surfaced from the water and quickly swallowed his load so you could breathe again. Jungkook was staring at you wide-eyed, causing you to giggle at seeing his big doe eyes larger than usual. You could see him fighting through his daze as he tried to wrap his mind around what you just did. Granted, it was not the first someone had given him head, but doing so underwater was new and not expected.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he said, still stunned with what just happened.

“Was it weird?” You asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

“No!” He denied immediately, shaking his head. “It was definitely not weird. I want you to do it again.”

You laughed out of relief and the eagerness laced in his words. “That can be done… Minus the water.”

Jungkook chuckled and reached over to turn off the hot tub.

“I’ll take it,” he said and smiled at you. “Let’s go somewhere warmer this time?”

Your lips twisted upward and you nodded. “I’d like that.”

“We cover this thing on three, then make a run for it, okay? Just be careful you don’t slip.”

“Got it,” you said and inhaled deeply, preparing to feel the chillness once again.

“One, two,” Jungkook began, hands resting on the edge of the tub. “Three!”

You both hurried out of the warm water, fumbled with tugging the tub’s cover back on, then scrambled to get back inside the warm cabin. Luckily, you both weren’t locked out and were able to get back in with ease. Well, so you thought.

It seemed like the other members had decided to gather in the common area and were mid-game of Uno when you and Jungkook came back inside soaking wet and shivering like wet rats. You more so since your hair was wet and Jungkook’s wasn’t.

Although the hot tub was situated in a place where people inside the cabin couldn’t view it, you were sure they still heard you both from the way they eyed you.

“You were right, they did contaminate the hot tub,” Namjoon groaned, a deep frown plastered on his face. “I haven’t had the chance to use it.”

“Now you never will,” Taehyung laughed and glanced back at the cards in his hands as if what you and Jungkook just did didn’t faze him.

“Did you guys have to do it in the hot tub of all places?” Hoseok questioned.

“Don’t tell me that doing it in a hot tub isn’t on your bucket list,” Jungkook countered and grabbed a random jacket that was hung over a chair. He wrapped it around your shivering body, ignoring the way his body also shook from the cold. You thanked him quietly and held the clothing close.

“He’s got you there,” Jimin teased and went back to the game

“Go get changed you two and come back for a round of Uno,” Yoongi said and averted his attention away.

You and Jungkook scurried to the rooms. Your hand was on your doorknob when Jungkook stopped you.

“Meet me in my bedroom later?” He suggested, a small smile donning his lips. You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully.

“That’s not very subtle,” you joked and leaned against your closed door. Jungkook shrugged.

“I can be even less subtle,” he offered. “Let me fuck you until you’re screaming my name again tonight in my bedroom.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you smacked his chest. He flinched at the contact and mouthed “ow.”

“Perhaps I liked the first version better,” you said. Jungkook smirked at that.

“You’re telling me you don’t like when I talk dirty to you?”

“I’ll talk dirty to you,” a new voice interrupted.

You and Jungkook jumped at the sound and turned to see Jimin strolling casually toward you two.

“Seokjin accidentally left the food waste bucket open last night and it reeked this morning,” Jimin continued. Your face scrunched up at his comment.

“Exactly,” Jimin said at your expressions. “Anyway, hurry up. They’re all whining to start a new round.”

With that, he left you two alone in the hallway again. Jungkook glanced back toward you and raised an eyebrow, hinting at his earlier invite.

“Okay,” you simply agreed. You leaned in to plant a quick kiss upon his lips, which were stretched in a wide smile, before slipping inside your room to get changed.

You were eager to beat these fools at Uno so you and Jungkook could pick up where you left off sooner.

From the gasps and laughter that your sweater elicited from your fellow coworkers, you felt more confident you would be the winner. You scanned what other people were wearing and while some came close to beating your sweater, none were cringier than yours.

After examining your competition, you caught up with Kim Seokjin, an acquaintance you met at last year’s Christmas party and got to know a bit. You didn’t see him in the office much since he worked in a different department. The most time you spent with him was when you both happened to be in the elevator together. The conversation was pleasant and light. It wasn’t until you heard gasps and cheers that you tore your attention from Seokjin.

Being greeted by another coworker was the newcomer. He was smiling widely, throwing his head back in a loud laugh at his friend’s comment. You knew him as the Sunshine from floor seven. You had only learned his name recently from hearing it in passing, Jung Hoseok. The gasps must have not been for his appearance, though…

Your hopes of winning the ramen cooker came to a screeching halt around you. Sunshine—or Hoseok—donned a red sweater with similar gold tensile and mini stockings to your own outfit. You were sure your eyes were wide in horror. How he found and bought the same ugly sweater as you was a mystery. The thought of someone coming in and wearing the exact same sweater as you had never crossed your mind. You were mentally scolding yourself for not finding a better sweater when Hoseok’s gaze averted to you.

You had never spoken to him before, so you suddenly felt uneasy under his gaze. He still had a smile on his face that made you want to smile back, but then you remembered why you were staring in the first place.

“Who would’ve imagined that two people would end up wearing the exact same atrocious sweater?” Seokjin chuckled beside you.

Hoseok told his friend something before making a beeline to where you stood. Your mouth, which you now realized was still open, quickly shut as you stood straighter and wrapped your arms around your body. Not like hiding your sweater would do anything. The sweater was too flashy to hide.

“I see we both have the same taste in sweaters,” Hoseok greeted, laughing at the irony as his eyes scanned your outfit.

“Y-yeah,” you replied. Hoseok wasn’t staring daggers at you, so you weren’t sure why you quickly became shy. Perhaps it was because of all the things you had heard about him. Although he was cheerful, hence his Sunshine nickname, he apparently also had his serious side. According to the office’s grapevine, he had an intimidating stare when he was getting down to business. Well, not that kind of business… Unless? To be fair, you had no idea what his face looked like when he was getting down to that business.

Great. Now, you’re thinking about him having s-

“Are you alright?” Hoseok asked when he noticed the soft flush to your cheeks. He took a step back to give you some room in case you were feeling too crowded. “Do you need some water?”

Your gaze snapped up from staring at his sweater and noticed his smile had disappeared. In its place was a small frown from worry. For some reason, his quick change in demeanor had your heart softening. He didn’t know you, yet he was fast to care for your well-being. Maybe any stranger would do that, but you didn’t linger on that thought.

“I’m okay,” you said and shoved your previous thoughts from your mind. “Just feeling a little warm with this on, you know?”

Hoseok’s body relaxed at your reply. He smiled at you again and you caught sight of the small beauty mark on his upper lip. It was cute. He was cute.

“Definitely,” he chuckled and pulled the front of his sweater from his chest. “I already feel myself sweating.”

“Maybe I do need some water,” you replied when your body’s temperature never cooled down. Hoseok agreed with you and walked with you to the drink station. After ten minutes of speaking to each other, which actually didn’t end up being so bad, one of the managers came to the front and announced that voting for the cringiest sweater contest would begin. There were multiple stacks of small pieces of paper on a table while a medium-sized box decorated as a Christmas present with a hole in the top was in the center.

Although you wanted to win, you weren’t going to cheat your way to first place. You understood why Hoseok was known as the Sunshine from floor seven. He truly was a joy to speak to and he wasn’t as overbearing as you thought he would be. You figured he would be over-the-top, but he wasn’t. With that in mind, you scribbled his name on the paper and dropped it in the box.

As you waited for the results, you continued to talk to Hoseok. Though alone time with him didn’t last long. Hoseok’s friend from earlier who you had yet to meet, Kim Taehyung, and the all-too-familiar Seokjin joined the conversation. From the talk, you learned Seokjin was getting a promotion soon while Taehyung was a new hire still trying to learn the ropes of the company. Hoseok has been here longer than you but was considering finding a new job. Although you just met Hoseok tonight, you were silently hoping he would stay at the firm. You wanted to learn more about him. His insight on life was interesting and you enjoyed his company. You wouldn’t mind becoming his friend in the future.

Fifteen minutes later and the results were in. Everyone gathered around in the middle of the room and turned their attention to the speaker.

“This year had some of the cringiest sweaters of all the years we have hosted this party,” the speaker announced. “However, two people had sweaters that stole the spotlight. Yn and Hoseok, please come to the front.”

Cheers erupted from your coworkers as you and Hoseok made your way through the crowd. You stood on opposite sides of the speaker. The desire to win the prize stirred awake once more and you stared out in the crowd anxiously. Why was your heart racing so fast for a damn ramen cooker?

“Alright, are you guys ready to find out the winner for tonight?”

More cheers.

“The winner of the latest edition ramen cooker is,” the speaker paused, glancing at both you and Hoseok, before continuing.

“Hoseok!”

People whooped and hollered, celebrating Hoseok’s win. Someone handed Hoseok the prize and pointed at another person who was holding a camera. You watched with a smile painted on your face and slowly merged with the crowd again.

You were disappointed. You had wanted the ramen cooker ever since you got the email about this year’s holiday party. Although you had arrived first at the party (and people saw the sweater on you before him), Hoseok was loved by many across all departments in the company. It was no surprise that he would win the hearts of those at the party as well. You hid your disappointment and clapped for Hoseok as he got his picture taken. You couldn’t be too upset; it’s not like you couldn’t get your own ramen cooker. You’d just treat yourself to one this year and claim it came from Santa himself.

You were gathering some leftovers from the party when you felt someone stand next to you. You quickly dropped another piece of fudge in your Ziplock bag before turning to the person. You were surprised to see it was Hoseok. You peered down to see the ramen cooker tucked under one of his arms. Your longing for the prize was gone after reassuring yourself, again, you could just get one yourself.

“Congrats on the win,” you said with a smile—a genuine one unlike before.

He chuckled and plucked a bag with various candies in it. “Thanks,” he replied.

“I actually have something for you,” he continued. You looked at him confused. Why would he have something for you if you just met him tonight? Maybe he was giving everyone this. That must be it.

“Yeah?” You wondered and zipped your bag.

Hoseok held out the ramen cooker toward you with a wide smile.

“Huh?” You stared at the box in disbelief. Your body became giddy at the thought of receiving the cooker after all. Though before you could fully indulge in the happiness blooming, the feeling of doubt hit you.

Was it empty? Was this just him pranking you? Or was he actually being serious?

“I want you to have it,” he explained. “I already have one at home.” He moved it closer to you. You lifted your hands hesitantly but didn’t actually grab it in fear he’d pull back and yell, “Sike!”

“Take it,” he insisted and placed the box in your hands. However, before you could actually get a grip on it, he lifted it out of your reach. “On one condition.”

Ah, of course.

You looked at him skeptically, unsure what he was going to ask for. This whole exchange was perplexing.

“And that is?” You asked, getting more anxious the longer he kept you on your toes.

“You invite me over for ramen.”

Wh-what? Was he asking you to ramen and chill?

The thought had your face warming again and you quickly dodged any more of those kinds of thoughts before your face became a tomato.

“I thought you already had one,” you said and grabbed the box when he let it weigh more in your hands, indicating he wanted you to finally take it.

“I do,” he replied, “But it’s not any fun to use alone. Plus, yours is a better version than mine.”

“You should keep it then,” you said and tried to hand it back to him. He shook his hand, removing his hands from the box and stepping away. Sure, you wanted the silly cooker, but he had won it and you didn’t want to take his prize.

“I’m emotionally attached to mine; I can’t replace it,” he teased. “So what do you say?”

You glanced down at the box in your hands. The image of the product was big on the package, making it difficult to refuse his offer. You had wanted this and now here was your chance to have it.

“Fine,” you said. “Deal. When do you want to come over?”

Hoseok beamed at you, lips forming a wide heart as he stared at you. It was the biggest smile he had given all night—even bigger than when he was announced the winner tonight. You felt your face flush for the third time tonight. You tore your eyes from him, feeling nervous all over again when you realized he would be visiting you outside of work hours. Who knew you would be walking away with not one but two gifts tonight?

A ramen cooker and a date with Hoseok.

“From the Internet,” Jimin answered with a shrug as he adjusted his snowman headband, a smile on his lips. “I was searching for something fun we could all do.”

“This is definitely a repeat for next year,” Taehyung chimed in as he watched a waiter walk past with finger food and a bag filled with mini canvases and paint supplies. You could see the excitement in his eyes.

The café was unlike any other. It was hosting its annual crafting week that allowed customers to dine while doing a selected craft. The crafts ranged from building miniature gingerbread houses to papercrafts. You imagined this was what Santa’s workshop looked like. Give or take a few scurrying elves.

The hand on your thigh tightened, making you turn to face Namjoon.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, gently rubbing your leg as he waited for your reply. You leaned in closer, not quite being able to hear him over the loudness of the other customers. Namjoon followed your lead, coming closer to talk near your ear. However, he was stopped suddenly when one of his antlers hit the side of your head.

“Shit sorry!” He exclaimed and jerked back, swatting at his headband as if to punish it for hitting you. You laughed at his reaction and fixed your headband that had become crooked.

“It’s fine, Joonie,” you reassured. “What did you say?”

Namjoon got closer slowly; his eyes flickering to his headband constantly to make sure he wouldn’t hit you this time. When he was close enough, he asked his question again.

“Are you okay? I just wanted to make sure you’re not feeling uncomfortable.”

Your shoulders relaxed, not that you knew they were tense in the first place, and nodded. You had been around his friends before, but it was rare to be all together since everyone’s schedule rarely aligned. Plus, they were closer to Namjoon than to you. You were grateful he was thinking of your comfort.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” You wondered back, but he ignored your question.

“Are you sure, baby? We can g-”

“I’m having fun,” you said. “Really,” you added with a smile when you saw the hesitancy in his eyes. He stared at you a few seconds longer before he pulled back, leaving his hand on your thigh.

Three minutes later and the waiters were setting down everyone’s selected craft. You and Namjoon had decided to decorate cookies while the others did painting, paper crafts, or jewelry making.

It was easy to fall into a rhythm with Namjoon. Despite only being together for five months, you were quickly learning his habits. For instance, you knew if you didn’t move the bag of frosting to his right, it would fall to the floor soon. Namjoon smiled sheepishly at you when you moved it and shifted his supplies farther from the edge.

You watched as Namjoon began to frost his tree-shaped cookie. He moved slowly as he tried to get the details perfect. It was endearing to see him bent over, face close to the cookie with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. For someone who was built largely, he sure knew how to look so small at times.

“It looks good,” you said when he paused to examine his work. He glanced at you before peering at his cookie.

“You’re just saying that,” he sighed and set down his piping bag. You shook your head.

“No, I’m not. I like the way you used a dotting technique to make the shape of the tree,” you gestured at his cookie.

“Yeah?” He asked, sounding more confident. You smiled and moved closer to him; your gaze was glued to the way his eyes softened as he criticized his decorations less.

“Yes.”

Namjoon turned to you, heart jumping when he caught you staring at him rather than his cookie.

“Are you going to add anything else to it?” You questioned as you felt one of Namjoon’s hands rest on your lower back.

“Maybe,” he said, not bothering to divert his focus from you. “What should I add?”

“I think some sprinkles would look nice on it,” you replied. Namjoon smiled, dimples competing for your attention.

“I’ll only do that on one condition,” he hummed and leaned closer to your face. You raised your eyebrows, eyes glancing down at his lips when he came near.

“And that is?”

Namjoon opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Jungkook.

“This is a family-friendly event, you lovebirds!”

Namjoon pulled away from you, face slightly flustered at being called out.

“We weren’t doing anything,” he argued. “We were discussing what else to add to my tree.”

Jimin snickered at his answer but kept working on stringing beads to his makeshift bracelet.

Jungkook didn’t seem convinced. “You could’ve gotten our opinions, too.”

Namjoon shook his head. “I would’ve gotten silly responses from you guys. My girlfriend gave a good suggestion.”

“Which was?” Yoongi pondered.

“Sprinkles,” Namjoon answered shyly, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

“I think some of these would look better,” Seokjin suggested and held up a pack of mini ornaments, which were not edible.

Everyone laughed at his reply, but you knew he was being serious. Namjoon huffed and shook his head.

“See! Sprinkles are more reasonable,” Namjoon said.

“They are,” Jungkook agreed. “But the ornaments are more fun.”

Seokjin turned to Jungkook, gave him a wink with a finger gun, then turned back to Namjoon. Namjoon smiled at his antics and turned to you when everyone got back to their own tasks.

“You're still coming back with me, right?” Namjoon asked quietly so the others couldn’t hear, but loud enough for you. You nodded with a smile, causing Namjoon to return his own grin.

“Okay, good,” he said. He leaned in, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before any of his friends could complain again. You chased after his lips, whining silently when he pulled away too soon for your liking. Namjoon chuckled, granting you another kiss. He lingered a second longer before picking up the bottle of sprinkles.

“Later,” he promised when he saw the subtle dip in your lips. He gave your back a reassuring rub then moved to open the bottle. You picked up one of your piping bags and were starting to decorate your bell-shaped cookie when the sound of something—a lot of somethings—clattered to the floor. Everyone turned their heads to the sound. Namjoon sat frozen in his seat with his mouth ajar. One hand held the now half-empty sprinkles bottle while the other held the lid of said bottle. Looking down, you saw sprinkles rolling around the floor. Some of the sprinkles were still falling as many had also landed on Namjoon’s pants and were sliding off.

“You could say he sprinkled his pants,” Seokjin said as he watched, not surprised, at Namjoon’s mess. Following Seokjin’s joke was a chorus of chuckles and sighs from everyone at the table. Namjoon’s shoulders slouched as he peered at you bashfully. Unbothered, you simply smiled at him and gave him a soft kiss. You grabbed the bottle and cap from his grip, assembled it back together, then started helping him pick up the fallen sprinkles.