Christmas - PENTAGON Version.
âThe music was audible from downstairs when Hwitaek parked the car and exited the vehicle. The apartment building they lived in had an elevator but Hwitaek was feeling rather energetic and chose the stairs instead, taking them two at a time till he reached the top level where the music was far louder and could be clearly heard through the door.
âI don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need (and I) Don't care about the presentsâ Hwitaek kept his keys in the lock and unlocked the door; a nervous laugh building in his throat already. âUnderneath the Christmas tree I don't need to hang my stocking There upon the fireplace Santa Claus won't make me happy With a toy on Christmas Dayâ Hwitaek couldnât help the laugh that bubbled its way out of his chest and out of his mouth, alerting the other male, holding a microphone to his mouth, hips swaying side to side playfully, and a red hat with a fluffy white tip on his head of his presence. âWhat are you doing?â Hwitaek asked and closed the door. He shed off his dark blue trench coat and hung it up on the coat rack before bending down and removing his socks, and padding over to his lover and gently grabbing his hand and kissing it. Hyo-jong laughed and pulled his hand back from Hwitaek and covered his face, flushed bright with embarrassment. âOh, God!â Hwitaek laughed even harder at Hyo-jongâs cute, shy manner and came closer and grabbed the microphone from his hands and turned to look at the screen. âWho is she? Iâve never seen her before.â Hyo-jongâs face lifted at that, eyes wide in shock. âWhat do you mean youâve never heard of Mariah Carey?â Hwitaek shrugged and nervously laughed again. âNope. Iâve never. This is my first time.â Hyo-jong took the microphone back and held it up to his mouth, and used his other hand to scan back the song from the beginning. He turned around and gave Hwitaek a playful wink and a breathless laugh before singing in Korean to Hwitaek. Hwitaek, moved by Hyo-jongâs advances, ended up falling back to sit on the couch and watch, laughing occasionally when the younger male exaggerated a dance. âI just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you You, babyââ Hyo-jong sang the chorus and stretched his hand out towards Hwitaek and did a fancy twist with his wrist, and beckoned Hwitaek over with a fancy âcome hitherâ motion with his fingers, and to finish it off, Hyo-jong sent a wink to Hwitaek. Hwitaek felt his cheeks turn bright red, just like Hyo-jongâs, and laughed loudly, clapping his hands together like a seal. âOh, I won't ask for much this Christmas I won't even wish for snow (and I) I'm just going to keep on waiting Underneath the mistletoeâ Hyo-jong glanced up at the ceiling where heâd -at some point- hung up a mistletoe and looked back at Hwitaek, eyebrow raised, taunting Hwitaek. âCause I just want you here tonight Holding on to me so tight What more can I do? Baby, all I want for Christmas is you You, babyâ Hyo-jong came up close to Hwitaek and teasingly, brushed up against the older maleâs leg, before pulling away and dramatically dancing to the beat, all the while his hoarse voice sang out clearly, at the clearest note Hwitaek had ever heard. It gave him goosebumps. âOh, I don't want a lot for Christmas This is all I'm asking for I just want to see my baby Standing right outside my door Oh, I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true Baby, all I want for Christmas is.â Hyo-jong stopped his teasing and daringly climbed onto Hwitaek and straddled him, letting his knees press against the thick outer thighs belonging to his lover and his socked feet rest over his respective shins. âYouuuu You, baby Youuuu All, all, all, all Youuuuâ Hwitaek waited for Hyo-jong to finsh and when he did, he went all out with the applause, clapping even louder than he usually did when he was laughing and far more enthusiastically. The excited action was enough to make Hyo-jong blush even harder and hide his face in Hwitaekâs neck, making Hwitaek laugh and hold him close. âThat was amazing, Hyo!â Hwitaek said, and rubbed his back comfortingly. âIâm really happy.â âDonât. Just donât mention it.â Hyo-jong begged, voice muffled by Hwitaekâs neck, âEver.â Hwitaek laughed again and pulled his lover from his body enough to look at Hyo-jong properly. âIâm serious, Hyo. It was incredible. You, the song, your voice, all of it, was incredible. Iâm so proud of you.â Hwitaek learned a few months into their friendship, back when they were trainees, that Hyo-jong was incredibly insecure of his voice. Hwitaek had tried to encourage Hyo-jong in all the ways he could, telling him his voice was unique, that it sounded smooth and rang clear in the best way, and no one else could replace him in Pentagon, but there was only so much Hwitaek could do or say. Making Hyo-jong believe something wasnât impossible per say, but it stopped having the intended effect when he refused to listen so, Hwitaek reduced the amount of times he assured Hyo-jong of his beauty, but made sure the times he did say them, he meant them with all his heart and soul and did his best to convey his sincerity. Hyo-jongâs cheeks, ears, and face and part of his neck turned a darker red color but he nodded his head shyly and refused to meet Hwitaekâs gaze. âThank you...â He mumbled and look down at his hands and the place where his waist connected with Hwitaek, finding it the most interesting thing to do. âBut, really,â Hwitaek began after a pause, his hands still running up and down Hyo-jongâs back, âWhoâs Mariah Carey?â

















