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Hyeyeon’s not sure how she ended upwrapping presents with Jung Taekwoon, but here she is sitting next to aglistening, decorated Christmas tree and surrounded by rolls of wrapping paperand ribbons and gift tags.

There’s something very silly aboutsitting next to a grown, solidly-built man wearing a reindeer headband and afake white beard, and while normally she would point and laugh cutely, there’ssomething intimidating about trying to act adorable in front of someone assilent as him. Her lips press together, and she does her best not to look inhis direction whenever she reaches out to grab something.

Her face is obviously pointed awaywhen she slowly, carefully reaches over for a roll of red ribbon.

She flinches suddenly, sending aflurry of snowflake-patterned paper into the air when the ribbon slides intoher outstretched, grabbing hands. Hyeyeon melts into a nervous, grateful smile.“Ah, thank you.” Her gaze doesn’t linger on him for long, and she resumeslooking away from him as she measures out the ribbon and cuts it.

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Little Jjong is wrapped up in so many layers, moving his short arms and legs is extremely hard. He has the brightest, most neon orange hat on that the small child earlier stated that “Space can see me!” Jjongie wanted to go out and play today. He had watched the big, fat, fluffy and magical snowflakes fall from the sky all last night! It was the most amazing night in his short little life.

Finally– putting an orange in the freezer and sleeping with a spoon under his pillow for weeks finally did something!

Once his hat was secure on his little head, nothing stopped him from waddling as fast as he could out of the door. Well– except for maybe the door itself. With his hands firmly stuffed in mittens, gripping the knob was about as possible if his hands were covered in something super duper slippery– like dog spit or frog’s slime.

Jjongie hears a laugh from above as he struggles. “Jonghyun-ah, have a little patience,” the soft-spoken voice scolds gently. Jjongies is too little to hear the amusement in the voice, instead he focuses on the fact that he’s getting scolded. He removes his mitten-clad hands from the doorknob, his mouth poking out into a pouty face.

Jjongie has to move his entire body to be able to look up at his dad– his super tall, best-dad-in-the-world-dad-that-there-is daddy. Some of the kids at school told him that his daddy was “scary” but Jjongie only replied with a sassy “My daddy isn’t scary– your judgements are what’s scary” before opening his juicy juice.  

( Dad was so proud of him when Jjongie told him about it after school. )

Anyway– Jonghyun was looking up at his dad with a pouty face. “I’ve been waiting since yesterday!” he complains once as Dad opens the door. Once the door was opened, Jjong forgets everything that second and immediately runs as fast as his little legs will carry him in his sixty-billion layers. Without hesitation, Jjong finds the first snow drift in his yard and immediately belly flops in it, causing snow to poof around him. He laughs joyously as he pops his head up. 

This is what he’s been waiting for!

Taekwoon laughs at his son, happy to see his child so excited. Jonghyun was always a happy boy– seeing the positive and is the absolute sunshine in his ridiculous life. Taekwoon does his best to shield his son from the darkness that was his past, does his best to keep his own demons at bay and everything in his power to give his child a normal life. His mother might not be in the picture anymore, but that wouldn’t stop Taekwoon from doing everything in his power to provide for his son.

( And protect him by any means necessary. )

After a bit, Jjong noticed that his dad was not paying attention to him– and he wasn’t joining him in the fun! Determined to fix this, his mitten-clad hands did their best to form a rather large lump of snow. Once formed, Jjong then proceeds to pick it up and run at his dad screaming a battle cry. Dad’s eyes widened in ( feigned ) surprise/scared as Jjongie throws the lump of snow at him. “I got you!” he joyously shouts, and Dad smiles at him.

it is jonghyun, oh sweet jonghyun, who holds the mistletoe over the head of jieun and taekwoon that christmas eve. 

is she surprised, she should have guessed, if it were anyone, it would be him ( though she almost expected the plant to be placed over head of jonghyun and taekwoon, not herself ).

“what—”

she looks at the smug grin on jonghyun’s face as he points up at it, the damned plant. jieun wanted to rip the petals from it and never look at it again. or throw the little berries in jonghyun’s mouth so he could choke on them.

“you know the rules guys.” he beams, giving jieun a pat on the crown of her head before dashing off.

it leaves taekwoon, who has been silent until now, and jieun to themselves.

“i’m sorry,” taekwoon’s voice is soft, but the sound of it still sets jieun’s face ablaze. “ignore him.”

a small, small part of jieun is deflated at the idea. yes of course, she wanted to murder jonghyun but—her eyes find taekwoons face, more specifically his lips. mild curiosity, that’s what she deems it as. 

but she knows that is a lie—knows that her heart has taken root on him and it is stubborn and sturdy, unwilling to move.

and she knows a kiss from him would be more of a wish granted, rather than a burden.

“you’re right, it’s best to ignore him,” she nods, eyes pulling from the curve from his lips to catch glimpses at her shoes. “i’m sure you wouldn’t want to kiss me anyways.”

she holds up a hand, lets a small thorn sprout on the tip of her finger. it hurt, skin stinging as it splits, but its minimal. “i get a bit thorny.”

taekwoon’s chuckles at her and she feels better—more at ease. ( though the ache in the center of her chest is still there and she is still thinking of him, fingers in her hair and mouth against her own )

—and thats what shes thinking of when he grabs her. she is picturing him and her and their mouths and she barely registers the reality of it, barely feels his lips ghost her own. she almost misses it.

but it is there, and while the first kiss was fleeting, the second is not. he pulls from her for a moment, eyes meeting and the shock setting into her features. and then he is drawn into her again, mouth not as kind as it crashes against her own. his fingers find her face, cupping both sides of her cheeks and pulling her closer into him.

she can’t breathe—though her lungs were working fine.

she can only close her eyes and hope when they open, that is this not a trick or an illusion.

that it simply her christmas gift and when her eyes open he will be there, jung taekwoon and his beautifully broken smile. 

he pulls away, her eyes still shut ( because she’s so scared to open them now and find that this is not real ). his fingers drop from her cheeks, gracing her neck and finding her hair.

he plants another kiss against her cheek.

“I’m… touched.”

He can’t believe the silent man had actually given him a present. Like, it wasn’t the best present but it was still a present. Also Key was 80% sure that if he voiced his dissatisfaction Taekwoon would snap his neck in a heartbeat. He was oddly fond of being intact so he refrained from making any comments too obvious. Sarcasm on the other hand was still a go.

Key held up the book titled An Idiot’s Guide to Training and Self-Defense with what he hoped could pass as a genuine smile. “How did you know that I’d been wanting to brush up on my, uh, combat skills?” he said as he began to flick through it. Just for show, really. But maybe he’d join a gym or something and take some boxing classes.

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“Oh come on… It’ll be fun.” His voice is cheery and cute despite the fact that inside, he’s just a bit upset. He doesn’t get to do things with his roommate very often, and he thought stopping his busy schedule to bake cookies with Taekwoon might be fun.

(He says he’s busy, but really he’s not. He isn’t leaving much. Not with his eyes the way they are. Not with all of the scars on his arms so glaringly obvious. Not when he has bags under his eyes from not sleeping. He’s already wearing a over sized black hoodie- letting it shade his eyes so it’s harder to see. He already looks like a mess. He’s not going to let anyone see him like this. No way in hell. They don’t get to see that Kim Hansol is imperfect. Taekwoon already knows. That’s the only reason it’s ok... The only reason.)

He pulls his hood to the side just a little so he can see his roommate that much better. Despite how exhausted he looks- he tries to keep himself looking a bit brighter. He holds the measuring cup up and laughs to himself. He’s not sure if Taekwoon is good at baking, but he at least has a feeling that Taekwoon might like them.

( TW: drug abuse )

the cracked windows do no justice to the lingering smoke across the layout of the kitchen. the smell is husky and deep and while jiyeon is no stranger to it, it still leaves a small tickle inside her nose. but the aroma is a comfort, per usual, as it lingers and wafts through the room. behind it, the scent of warming chocolate and fudge rises.

it makes her mouth water.

whether it was from the chocolate or the drug, she was not sure.

it was different than smoking the herbal remedy. it was something that took and warmed her body, left her happy and giddy and calm and so content. which was, honestly, rather odd for jiyeon--who preferred biting and barking over sitting calm and quiet any day.

and today, she had decided to make the treat for jonghyun--who, unlike most at advent, typically fell right into step with her. jiyeon, with her distaste for men, could honestly admit she enjoyed him. liked his voice and his laugh and the calm her brought her. he was a mess, yes. but so was she. and perhaps that only eased her into feeling like home.

there’s a soft ding, the oven warning her that her goods were finished. she gathers herself from her prop against the sofa and makes her way to the kitchen, where the thick smell lingered in heavy waves. she finds her oven mitts and pulls the brownies from their warm home, settling them on top of the stove to cool before removing the gloves.

and her hands find her phone to text the screecher himself-- i made you something special. 

consider it an early christmas gift. 

and a gift it was.

she waits for the treat to cool and wraps the top of her dish with foil. the brownies are still warm, but the pan is cool enough to touch. with the goods ready, she makes her way to the door, trudging on her coat and not bothering to tie her boot laces at all. 

she crosses from the cogender dorm room to the familiar walls of the male dorm, hurrying to rush the warm gift ( and to avoid exposure ). and sure enough, she quickly finds the room--a bright “a2″ glistening on the door.

she doesn’t bother to knock, the door has always been open to her. 

instead, she reaches with a free hand, twists the knob, and barges through. 

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hakyeon scrolls through his phone absently that morning, replying to a few messages until he comes across a name he hasn’t seen pop up in his notifications in a while. he frowns at it as he reads the name. taekwoon. opening his messages, he shoots his friend one, asking how he was doing, since he hasn’t seen him in a while. that fact is rather worrying, although it was hakyeon who had to reach out to the other male mostly, not that he minds. he was always the most talkative between the two anyways, trying to include taekwoon in different things and keep him company.

another one of his habits, really. helping people while being unable to help himself. he only hopes he does some good in taekwoon’s life. he doesn’t know a whole lot about him, but it’s very clear that he’s been through a lot, even more than hakyeon himself, easily.

he goes about his day without a reply from his friend, getting off of work at the coffee shop and checking his phone to find no response from taekwoon. now he’s really worried. hakyeon quickly hurries back to the foundation, looking for the younger male. his first stop had been his room, but unfortunately no one answered, so his second stop was the training room. he has often found taekwoon there in the past, so it was unsurprising when he finds him there now as well.

a quick sweep of his eyes over his friend, sitting against the wall, has him frowning and quickly crossing the room to kneel in front of him. “taekwoon-- oh my god, what happened to you? where have you been?” he asks worriedly, staring at the cast on his leg and then noticing the blood on the floor, and taekwoon’s bloodied knuckles with a little gasp. reaching down to grab his hand gingerly, hakyeon raises it towards his face to examine the damage. “did you do this to yourself?” he is probably asking too many questions too quickly but fuck-- he’s worried. this is why taekwoon hasn’t been around and hakyeon feels awful for letting their silence happen only to find his friend in this state (even though none of this is his fault).

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It took an incredible amount of self control to keep himself from bursting out loud in a fit of laughter. Never in his life has he ever seen Taekwoon look so…not Taekwoon-like. Instead of his doom-and-gloom, black on black on black look that the other was infamous for, Taekwoon had taken the advice of Jonghyun into brightening up his wardrobe a little bit. However, Taekwoon should’ve known better than to ever take Jonghyun seriously, so it was a complete shock when the sonic screamer saw his vigil friend in the blindingly bright neon outfit.

He was in such a state of shock, he didn’t know what to do or say in response to the other, which probably prompted the other’s question anyway. Perhaps in that moment Jonghyun would agree with Taekwoon that dark, black colors really fit him the best. He looked so out of character and ridiculous ( highlighter yellow with that pink? Doesn’t Taekwoon know anything about colors? ) that Jonghyun probably wouldn’t have even recognized him if he hadn’t approached him. 

“I wouldn’t say stupid,” Jonghyun starts, trying very hard not to laugh as he tries to see if the other would kill him if he did. “Maybe silly or blinding at most, but I don’t think anything would make you look stupid, Taekwoon.” He pairs that save with a wink, a click of his tongue and some finger pistols, but Taekwoon would obviously take this as a yes. Without missing a beat, the much shorter mutant threw his arm around Taekwoon ( making the taller hunch over to accommodate this change in posture ) and immediately started listing off things he could do to help the other brighten up his wardrobe. “Perhaps Hansol and I can teach you some things about making outfits– or a color theory in fashion or something. Hansol once told me that ‘Highlighter yellow isn’t anyone’s color’ and Taekwoon– while you’re drop dead sexy in just about anything– it’s not doing you any justice.”