Merry Christmas!
merry christmas flist!
merry christmas
hyunjoong/kyujong. pg
hyunjoong teaches kyujong the meaning of christmas.
-just want to say, idk what this is. :( merry christmas flist!
kyujong stopped expecting anything for christmas years ago, when he was a small boy. why would his parents celebrate a holiday that's mainly used as a marketing tool, when their boy knew how much they treasured him anyway?
but still, sometimes he thinks it would have been nice to celebrate it.
now though, when he rolls out of his bed in his small flat, he doesn't expect to walk out into a world of lights and tinsel.
but he does.
his light brown eyes widen in surprise, at the christmas--he wouldn't call it a tree, but the books from his shelf are mysteriously stacked one on top of the other in the form of a pine tree and lights are strung up around it. there's a tiny star on top of it, held there by a tiny reindeer stuffed animal.
he smiles to himself without meaning to, and nearly steps on the wrapped package at his feet he looks down as his toes bump the shimmering rectangle, sending it flying. he picks it up and examines the tag to find that familiar, childhood folktale's name staring back at him in cramped korean.
he unwraps the gift from santa--which is hidden inside a red-velvet colored box. it's when he lifts the cover that his heart drops into his throat in surprise and he might possibly feel choked up over it.
a shining, silver ring that glints in the green and red tinted lights from the tree and flashes with gold sparkles is staring back at him. he pries it out of the box with shaking fingers and examines the rest of the box. there's no note, no anything, but the inside of the ring says 'i love you' in english. no matter how many times he rereads it to make sure his english is correct, it still stays the same.
he blinks up, wondering if he's slightly delusional, when a bouquet of white roses shoves themselves in his face. he reels back, his fingers curling around the ring.
at the end of the bushel of flowers there's a familiar, charming face smirking back at him, lip slightly curled in smug satisfaction.
"merry christmas," hyunjoong says, his hair disheveled and still in his clothes from yesterday. there are suspicious circles under his eyes but kyujong doesn't know if he cares, because on hyunjoong's finger is a ring that matches his own.
kyujong grins, "aren't you a little young to be santa?"
but then they're kissing, and hyunjoong's arms are around his waist, and kyujong thinks christmas might have a meaning, after all.