jess

christmas morning present

fluff

jisung’s sitting on the sofa next to changbin, they’re talking about some song ideas while they wait for chan, it’s christmas break and the seos have come to spend the holidays at his house due to both their parents traveling, so they have decided to spend some of the free time working on new music, but everything he’s able to pay attention to is you sitting in his kitchen counter. you’re looking through your phone while waiting for whatever you put on the stove.

your legs are naked, all you’re wearing is an oversized ugly christmas sweater and some shorts you used to wear for high school pe. jisung’s mind is going to all the things he could be doing with you instead of hanging out with his stupid friends.

“hey!”, changbin’s voice brings him back to reality, “what are you looking at”, his eyebrow is up in suspicios as he watches jisung eye his little sister up.

jisung clears his throat, his eyes looking for anything in his computer, “just the food y/n is making”, at the sound of your name, you look up from your phone.

“you called?”, your eyebrow rises just like your brother’s and jisung can’t help but blush, god you’re so hot. he curses the day he let himself fall for his best friend’s sister, but it’s impossible to not to, you’re so smart and nice to him and he’s such a hopeless romantic.

“no”, changbin answers not even sparing you a look and jisung watches you roll your eyes and get down from the counter. turning the stove off you put your food on a plate and head upstairs, not without throwing him a suggestive look, god you’re gonna kill him.

not a minute later chan arrives to the han’s household and the three of them spend the next three hours working on some new songs for their soundcloud page. changbin calls for a break and suggest for you guys to play a movie and let the rest of the work for the morning.

the moment the movie starts playing, jisung excuses himself and goes upstairs, straight to room. opening the room without warning, he finds you completely asleep on the bed, the christmas lights are the only thing illuminating the room. you’re taking the guest’s room while changbin is sharing with him and yes, jisung wishes it was the other way.

closing the door as silently as possible, he makes his way to the bed, you’re laying on your chest, one arm under th pillow and you cheek pressed against the same. you lips are pouting and jisung can’t resist the urge of kissing, so he does. leaning down, he places a soft kiss on your pink lips, he’s so close, your calm breath fans his face, the room smells like vanilla and cake from the christmas room burning on the night table. with his hand, jisung pushes a piece of your hair out of your blushed face and leans down to place another kiss on your lips.

you move slowly, your eyes opening a little, a small smile appearing on your face, “hey”, your voice is barely a whisper, “hey”, and jisung replies just as softly, trying not to ruin the mood, moving to the side, you pat the empty spot on the bed, “lay with me”. without second thoughts, he climbs on the bed, his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. a satisfied sigh scapes your lips as your body goes back to the same position but this time using jisung as a pillow.

“if your brother finds us like this, he’ll kill me”, your laugh fills the quiet room and a soft smile creeps into jisung’s face, his heart full of love, “don’t worry, i would never let him kill you, who’s gonna write songs about me then”

“ah? and why you think i write songs about you?”, his fingers tickling your sides, “i heard what you guys were doing downstairs, you’re either writing songs about me or you like chan way too much”. his eyes are fixed in the ceiling, a hard red on his cheeks, “whatever”, but you don’t reply, so jisung decides against waking you up again for more teasing and instead, ge lets himself drift into sleep too.

the morning comes way too soon and neither you nor jisung even notice till it’s too late. the loud sound of the door hitting the wall wakes the two of you, if jisung’s heart didn’t go out of his chest with that and it’ll do it with the sight infront of you. changbin is standing at the door, a not so happy look on his face as he notices the two of you in bed.

“i’m gonna kill you han”, his voice is low and pretty serious and you can see the color drain from jisung’s face, he turns to you, an apologetic smile, “we had a run”. just in time, changbin runs in trying to catch jisung who flies out of bed and out of the room, you hear the two boys go downstairs and when you make your way down, you find a really confused chan in the kitchen as he watches his two best friends run through the whole house.

“wh-“, his confused sleepy face is really cute and you giggle before responding, “he knows”, his lips form and O and he nods in understanding. your boyfriend runs back inside the kitchen hiding behind you, seconds before your bother does two. both of them are breathing hard, rosy cheeks and really messy.

“you have the balls to mess around with my sister, but can’t even handle me?”, changbin sounds really mad and you have to intervine before this ends bad.

“changbin, we’re not messing around, this is serious... i think?”, turning to jisung who looks completely terrified, he nods eagerly before responding, “i love her”, your eyes open in surprise and you can’t help but smile, “i love you, too”

“well”, changbin clear his throat, “i guess, if it’s serious then it’s okay”, walking to your brother, you give him a tight hug, “i don’t want hear or see anything, got it?”, you both nod. from the other side of the room, you hear chan sigh, “this has been a really interesting christmas morning”

you facepalm internally, “merry christmas”, you give chan and changbin a kiss on the cheek as they go back into the living room and you make your way to jisung, “merry christmas”, he says against your lips before pressing a single kiss on them.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME HAN?”, changbin’s voice booms throughout the house, “but hyung, the mistletoe”, you watch your boyfriend go pale as your brother stands up from the couch again, “WHAT!”

“nothing”