#minxmphet

[’Although Winter was his favorite season, Victor just wasn’t feeling the holiday cheer the way he’d hoped this year. It seemed like with every year he could tack onto his age, the less special Christmas became and he didn’t like lingering in his longing for the memories of his childhood already passed and gone. It’s part of why seeing others finding so much love and happiness in the holiday spirit was so important] It’s just not the same anymore for me. I don’t know how to make it as special as it used to be, you know?

He listened to her tread lightly into the living room and sat back on the floor to look at the work he’d accomplished on the tree. The whole thing was strung with lights, but only the bottom branches of the tree adorned ornaments. Youngjae exchanged the box of ornaments for the mug of hot chocolate, looking up at her from where he was on the floor, “I was too lazy to get up, you have to do the top half of the tree.”

Jungkook was standing in the kitchen, warming up soup. He could hear the girl coughing from in the living room. He had her all set up, tissues, a little garbage can if needed, pillows, and blankets. But he coughing soon grew louder than the tv itself. Frowning, he made his way into the living room to check on her. “The soup is almost done. Do you need cough drops or anything? Did you run out?” He sounded like a concerned umma, but he couldn’t help it. “If not I can go run out to get some more?” Jungkook bit his bottom lip, moving to sit next to her and pressing the back of his hand against her forehead to check her temperature. 

I remember I got really drunk once and I was laying in bed in pain like ‘oh man this is it i’m going to die’ but I don’t remember anything after that so probably

“I never play friendly, you should know that,” he grumbled, turning his gaze away from her in defiance, “And sneaking up on someone like that is not a joke. I may not hit women but that won’t stop me if I think you’re about to assault me.”

His eyes widened and, understandably, Zacharie could feel himself begin to panic. It wasn’t that he were afraid of the undeniably female hand over his mouth but rather that he had no idea who his assailant was – not in this darkness. He struggled, pushing her off before turning. “What the fuck?” he responded in exasperation, “Mina, I could have punched you in the tit just then.”

BROWS FURROWED for barely a second before raising them to mask the surprise at her response and how it hit too close to home with a rather look of amusement instead. "it's not really considered good if you can tell that i'm lying."

“No problem. It’s nice to have you over anyway.” He brought a hand to pat her head gently, chuckling at her suggestions on what to do. “So we’re gonna build a fort right now?”