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~ Scarves, mittens, Sweaters ~

A/N: This is a Christmas Special. So to my wonderful followers and amazing mutuals, I wish you all a very merry Christmas! 🎄✨❤️

Minseok (Xiumin)

He grumbles, digging through the back of his wardrobe in search of that one material which felt like cotton candy against his skin. Minseok turns on his heels, his narrowed eyes take suspicious glances to your side of the wardrobe. And before he knew it, he was neck deep in a pile of shorts, dresses and t-shirts, some of which even were his. Even then, his treasured item was no where in sight.

You snuggle deeper into the couch, waiting with a bowl of popcorn in your lap for your boyfriend to make an appearance from his ‘quick shower’. Spending time with Minseok was rare, with his hectic schedule and your unchanging timetable, making space for each other was becoming difficult. But as you glanced around your apartment, you realised you should be more grateful that each moment where he was in your arms, because knowing he was yours felt like heaven.

There’s a small thud beside you, you snap out of your mindless thoughts and take note of your slightly dishevelled boyfriend. “What’s wrong, Minnie?” He doesn’t pay attention to you and runs a hand through his fluffy hair, “Nothing.” Reaching to pull his hand into yours, you lean forward, allowing your hair to tickle his cheek. The sensation causes the slightest twitch of his lips, and Minseok finally glances at you, “I just can’t find my-“

The second his eyes flicker towards you, they expand further than the horizon. You take a moment to bask in the small reflections of Christmas lights that twinkled there, mixing with his own unique sparkle, “sweater.” You glance down at the soft material hugging you body, it was loose and more like a blanket. “Oh this? You can have it-“ Before you could even register, a small kiss was stamped onto your forehead. Minseok smiles, “No, I think you should wear my sweaters more often, Y/N.”

Junmyeon (Suho)

His breath falters across the expanse of your skin, raising goosebumps and drawing silent moans from your mouth. Junmyeon was an innocent angel, but his lips were down right sinful. He was being gentle, testing his boundaries by pressing soft kisses against the base of your neck. With his hand fused into the roots of your hair, you could feel his fingers pulling calculated tugs as if reigning you back from what you needed.

He didn’t want to give you everything at once, but that only made you want more. Junmyeon’s teeth take small bites at your neck, the prickling feeling is soon soothed with his tongue. He laps over his bites and you quake in need of something more. What began as an innocent kiss ended with bites of affection and bruising petals on the skin of your neck.

Morning breaks, and you stare in the mirror, looking directly at the uncountable number of love bites decorating your neck and lower. Junmyeon smiles shyly, his hand creeping up to ruffle his own hair in slight embarrassment. “Babe, how am I supposed to leave the house looking like this?” He shrugs and his reflection disappears, you groan in annoyance at your appearance.

Moments later, he appears again. A soft material hugs your neck and shoulders. “It’s cashmere,” Junmyeon mumbles, watching your reaction in the mirror where your eyes gleamed in pure excitement, “I wanted to give you this later but I think you need it right now.” Your hand trails up to skim across the beautiful scarf, “Merry Christmas, honey.”

Yixing (Lay)

“Babe, what about this?” Yixing shuffles awkwardly behind you, nodding cluelessly at the random items you’d pick up, and offering to buy everything you payed attention to for longer than five seconds. But his mind wasn’t truly with him, and you knew this the second you entered the shopping mall, because shopping with Yixing was no small challenge.

You glanced at him in hopes that this time he wasn’t drooling thinking about what you were going to eat when you got home. “Honey,” you whine, and he finally blinks as if waking up from deep sleep. “Yes, let’s buy that.” He mumbles. You cross your arms, eyebrows drawing in simultaneously. Yixing heaves a shaky breath and your huff stains the cold air. “If you’re not gonna pay attention - like usual - then there’s no point shopping together, is there?”

Following you tiny tantrum, you strut in the opposite direction, down the lane of Christmas cards and various lightings. Yixing watches your hair flaunt from side to side and almost sways wth dizziness. His fingers crawl to scratch his scalp, it wasn’t entirely his fault. He was the worst shopper, true. But you were the most indecisive shopper. Shopping alone was a piece of cake, but shopping with you felt like a huge task.

A loud, annoying, and familiar cough erupts from behind you. You turn, finally meeting eyes with your sheepish looking fiancé. Yixing bats his eyelashes, and pulls out an item from his bag. You tilt your head to the side, watching as he reveals a soft looking sweater. Realising that he was wearing the exact same one, a smile curls at your lips. Perhaps your fiancé isn’t such a bad shopper at all.

Baekhyun

“But baby it’s cold outside.” He whines, rolling and tumbling in your blanket while you tried your ultimate best to pull your boyfriend out of his fluffy cocoon. “Baek, this isn’t the time to moan.” Hearing this, his head pops out from a random side of the duvet, “But I can make you moan any time.” You roll your eyes and fake gag at the heavily suggestive joke, then jump to capture him.

After successfully dragging Baekhyun outside, you realise how you hadn’t dressed appropriately for the occasion. It was cold, you knew this. But perhaps you had underestimated exactly how freezing the temperature was, because apparently stuffing your hands into your pockets still didn’t keep them warm enough. Baek glances towards you, noticing how you were sniffing a little too often, and he could almost hear the chattering of your teeth.

“Isn’t this just wonderful?” He teases, eyes glinting with the sparkles from the directions that hung in the sky. You turn to stare at the lighting too, and for a moment you almost forgot about the cold wind nipping at your skin. Christmas decorations had always been your favourite, watching them filled you with a sense of festivity. But right now, your mind stirred back to the image of being wrapped in the warmth and comfort of your blanket and you shuddered in the nights breeze.

Baekhyun sighs, and you catch the movement of his body as he turns to pull your hands into his, “Told you it’s cold outside.” He mumbles while sliding one of his gloves onto your hand and holding the other with his now bare hand. His skin sends jolts of warmth into your palm, and looking into his eyes, you saw lights brighter than the ones you had seen on any Christmas Day. “Now how about we go home?”

Jongdae (Chen)

“You know I love you.” He mumbles as his eyes linger in the darkness, trying so hard to pinpoint yours. You lay on your back, your hair spread onto your cushion like a halo, and you could almost sense his palm resting against your cheek in an urge to lul you to sleep. You sigh deeply, yes, Jongdae does love you.

But most times, it was hard to express love from your behalf considering he barely had any time for you to show it. You crane your neck to the side, eyes catching sight of his own sprawled hair while they danced in the wind. His green sweater clings to his skin, heated and warm, just the way he is. “I know you do,” you whisper back, hoping that perhaps this night would be the last time you ever felt so alone.

Jongdae blinks, eyelashes softly batting away the sleep that pulled his eyelids closed. He puts his phone on loud speaker and his thumb runs through his gallery, clicking and opening the album where only you could be seen, images that you didn’t know even existed. Seeing you there warmed his heart, he knew you’d always be the one he loved.

You reach out, fingers stretching till they clasped lightly around the frame that sat on your bed side table. Your finger skips across his fluffy hair, a part of your cries that you couldn’t actually comb your fingers through it. You press your phone deeper into your cheek, the sound of his sound breathing hums from the other side, “but Jongdae, I love you more.” You glance down at his sweater hugging your skin, he’d always be with you.

Chanyeol

“It was a joke!” You turn around with a loud huff, hair blowing in the air from the impact of your strong breathing. Chanyeol quivers in the slightest, his shoulders shake and a shiver runs down his spine when your almost red eyes gleamed at him from the other side of the room. He backs away, tumbling into the couch behind him before trudging back onto his feet as if nothing happened.

His fall still didn’t satisfy your anger, and your boyfriend decides to retreat to his last resort... aegyo. “Babe,” he mumbles, lips quivering in the tiniest way. You narrow your eyes, and consequently your grip on his PS4 tightens. “I’m sowwy.” Chanyeol cups his own cheeks, his eyelashes bat an infinite number of times and though you found it adorable, it still didn’t melt you.

You read the fear under his eyes, he was afraid that you would really go ahead and break his PS4 out of anger. But it’s what he deserved, he shouldn’t have called you Santa Clause just because you added a couple of kilograms. You eyed his sweater, you tried wearing it a couple of times but he always caught you and demanded you gave it back. Chanyeol suddenly begins shaking his head as if he read idea running in your mind.

Your boyfriend groans, “Fine! You can have it.” You finally got that sweater from him, the one you’d beeen stealing from his wardrobe in hopes he wouldn’t notice, yet he somehow always did. Plus, it was a bonus seeing him take it off for you. Shouldn’t he have been wearing something under it? Oh well, Merry Christmas, right?

Kyungsoo (D.O)

His head ticks to the side, eyes wider than a pair of saucers and plump lips parting with strange awe. That was the expression he always made whenever you sneezed, “Bless you.” Kyungsoo mumbles while reaching over to pass you a tissue. You sniff and nod your head, grabbing the it with nimble fingers, then blowing your nose while you lay on your bed. Kyungsoo had piled three layers of blankets on your body and refused to let you do anything without his help or attention.

“Soo, I’m not dying you know.” He sends you a stern look, his sweater and glasses gave him teacher vibes and you were suddenly transported back into your classroom for a brief moment. He pushes his glasses back with a finger, his button nose wriggles in the slightest and the sight was always so adorable. “Soo,” your husband looks up, folding the corner of his page and placing the book down. “my hands.” You whine, yes you were the biggest whiner on earth.

But you were ever so grateful that Kyungsoo didn’t mind... well, at least he didn’t show that it bothered him. His head rocks to the side, a puzzled look pulls at his brows. “What about them?” You wriggle your fingers, “they’re cold.” Suddenly his thick brows raise, and within a split second, he disappears as if his whole existence evaporated before your eyes. Within the blink of an eye, he was back, hands cradling a pair of mittens.

“I was going to give you these later,” he whispers, leaning to to slips them onto you hands, “you like them?” You glance down over the mountain of blankets and just about catch sight of your names embroidered onto the fabric. His smile shines down on you, and you bask in the light it brought. You may be ill, but it didnt matter so long as you spent your Christmas with Soo.

Jongin (Kai)

You watch him stamp stars into the pavement, feet leaving his signature footprints while he dilly dallied on the streets. You tuck away your gun, seeing him turn the corner of the road, your feet automatically pulled you towards him. Christmas was the time when your boss usually gave the largest bonuses, and if you aimed right this time, perhaps you’d never have to work again.

But when you turned that very corner, you couldn’t find him anywhere, even his footprints came to a dead end. “You know, you should probably stop following me.” Shivers trickled down your spine, had you been able to locate his voice without seeing him, you’d say it came directly from behind you. You swallow the excuse that resurfaced on your tongue and it tasted bitter.

You turn on your heels, the wind nips at your cheeks and your eyes linger on the snow filled path, unwilling to meet his possibly judgemental eyes. You had no clue who this man was, he could be an assassin like you. You were simply following orders, there was no time to formulate a plan. Goosebumps dance across your skin, you shiver and drag your hands up and down the length of your arms to keep some warmth in your body.

Moments later, a soft material bounds itself around your neck. You blink a couple of times, oddly frozen by the sudden gesture. Your eyes rock up to meet his, which were warm and soothing. “My name is Jongin, by the way.” You notice his missing scarf and shuffle realising that he gave his own to you. A different kind of heat settles in your stomach, and you were unable to tell if it came from the scarf, or Jongin’s smile.

Sehun

Morning breaks, the sky whirls with a potion of orange and purple while your mind swirls with an unaccountable number of thoughts. Your hand spreads on the space next to you, trying to locate your husband’s body. Empty. What more could you expect? Sehun was a busy person, you understood this. But this was Christmas Day, surely he couldn’t be all that busy?

Yawning and groaning, heart a tab bit broken, you stumble into your kitchen hoping that a mug of hot chocolate would sweeten up your disappointing morning. “Making something?” You nearly spilled the milk all over your counter top, chills take over your body and you turn around to meet Sehun’s teasing crescent eyes.

With heat bubbling in your chest, a part of you whispers curses to yourself for thinking he chose to work on this day. Sehun pulls his tongue, then notices the soft look in your eyes and closes the small distance between you. He leans to wrap his long arms around your slightly shaken body, “Merry Christmas, babe.” His hand reaches to comb your hair away from your face, pink lips pulling into a smile.

You recognised this smile. It was the kind that radiated with warmth while hiding it’s mischief, you narrowed your eyes at your husband and he did nothing more then release a tiny giggle. “What?” You asked, slightly confused with his sudden expression. Sehun ticks hair behind your ear, “You seem cold, go put on one of my sweaters.” You nod, agreeing that it was pretty cold. “But only my sweater.” He whispers, resting his lips against the base of your neck.

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