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❄🎄Merry Christmas!🎄❄ Here’s a kaisoo drabble I wrote. Happy Holidays!^^

Dawn’s Ballad (700 w.)

Whispers of steamy tendrils flow as loose ribbons in the air. Warmth dances in his fingertips all the way to the pads of his toes from the scorching hot mug of coffee nestled in his palm. This morning is rather cold, and flakes of snow float gently to the ground in ivory sheets of heaven. The skies are clear, a bashful sun peeking its head over the horizon as dawn breaks and Christmas officially arrives.

Kyungsoo begins to count down inside his head: 10, 9, 8—but he doesn’t make it to one before the light pitter-patter of pint-sized feet rush down the hallway.

In a matter of seconds, his greatest gift bursts into the kitchen on excited, but chilled toes. “Daddy! Daddy! It’s Christmas!” his toothy grin spans wide and Kyungsoo chuckles.

“That’s right, little bear. Let’s wait for big bear and then we’ll open presents!” Kyungsoo twinkles his nose and the small boy’s gleaming eyes dim faintly.

“But dad always wakes up late!” His entire body whines in a small tantrum, but what he says is true.

Kyungsoo perks up with an idea. “Well, why don’t we go wake him?” he arches a paper-thin eyebrow as he places down his coffee on a round table. The boy giggles, his head nodding madly before dashing down the corridor once again. Only this time, Kyungsoo is racing him there.

The door to the master bedroom swings open and Jongin continues to sleep like the dead. Kyungsoo and Taeoh glance at one another with scheming grins before sprinting toward the bed.

The sleep ridden male is in no way prepared for the shower of bodies that rain down on him at such an ungodly hour. Kyungsoo doesn’t fully land on him, that would be far too painful. However, Taeoh has no qualms falling with every 45 pounds of his 4 year old body.

Oof! Jongin groans as he wakes, his prickly fingers reaching out to tickle their youngster whose laugh is as pure as ringing bells.

Kyungsoo places a quick peck on his husband’s cheek. “Merry Christmas!” he yells beside Jongin’s ear and the younger dad flinches away, eyes propped open in surprise.

“Soo, really!” He sputters, having truly woken up now. Kyungsoo explodes in laughter.

“Daddy, Dad, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!” Taeoh yells between scattered giggles.

“It’s not a new year just yet!” Jongin turns up a notch with his prodding fingers and more of their happiness fills the room.

“Let’s open presents, dad!” Taeoh shouts, in serious lack of an ‘inside voice.’

“Okay, okay, dad’s coming.” Jongin sits up as Taeoh wiggles from his arms and climbs down from the bed.

“Presents! Presents!” He chants, stampeding down the hallway once again.

Jongin expels an airy chuckle. “He’s a morning person just like you.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” Kyungsoo shrugs. “You need to be a morning person too.” he uses his index finger to bop Jongin on the nose. Jongin scrunches it before falling back onto the mattress with tired limbs. “Oh no you don’t!” Kyungsoo stands and grabs Jongin’s arm to pull him, attempting to rip him from the bed. Jongin helps in no way, becoming a log of dead weight.

Suddenly, Jongin musters enough strength and yanks his unsuspecting husband forward. Kyungsoo flails, his body falling chest to chest on top of his.

“Merry Christmas.” Jongin whispers before capturing those plush lips that he loves so much. Their kiss is passionate and long as they thoroughly enjoy the emotions pouring between them.

“Eep!” Sounds from the door, startling the engaging couple in an entangled position. A silly boy with both palms covering his eyes stands with raised shoulders. “Ew dad! Stop kissing daddy and come on!” he waves, turning around to run away and both parents laugh loudly.

“I think daddy was kissing me though.” Jongin says with a grin.

“Shut up!” Kyungsoo slaps his chest playfully. “Let’s go!” he stands and so does Jongin to go open gifts.