#ywareum

                  amidst all the hustle and bustle , all the chitter chatter of the potluck dinner , han stands calm and alone in the middle of it all . he doesn’t even seem to be aware of his own surroundings , all his attention focused on the decorative gingerbread house laid out on the table in front of him , and a plate of gingerbread men cookies placed next to it . the person who had set this up must have been quite cruel , han thinks, making these men look upon the home they were taken from as they await their death .

— OKAY, SO THIS WAS incredibly cheesy, to say the least. everyone else’s acting perfectly normal, eating the food and conversating with each other. maybe it was because it was his first time celebrating the festival, or maybe it was just that he was extra. but choi taeho had decided that for his very first feast of the winter star potluck, he was going to make his presence known. but instead of doing the expected, he’s created an invention all his own - the mistletaeho. really, he could take no more credit than of taping a picture of his face onto a mistletoe, but it was the thought that counted. his thought is that if people didn’t like him already, this would sway them into adoring him. all he had to do was find that perfect person, someone who looked like they were in need of good conversation.

just at that moment, areum appears in his line of sight as a godsend, the boys eyes lighting up with joy at the potential new friend. wasting no time he hops down from the stool he’s been occupying for far too long, grabbing his tray of food on the way. rather suddenly, he appears in front of her, bright eyes showing his utter love of the holidays. “ hey ! areum - right ? ” taeho’s learned most people’s name in the town, partially because it was such a small town and also due to the fact that he’s been making it his mission to get to know everyone. “ merry christmas, by the way ! or well, feast of the winter star ! ” before the moment slips by he continues talking, in fear of the girl trying to end it before it really began. “ oh wait ! this is for ... you ! ” pulling out the mistletaeho he grins, putting it over the two of them. “ oh - we don’t kiss, of course ! i’m not a creep, i swear ! we just hug, as long as you’re ok with that, then you try this- ” he explains, lifting up the fish-shaped pastry treats. “ -and then we talk ! pretty genius way to make friends, right ? ”