Day 23 - Meeting
title: 25 days to Christmas -- Day 23 - Meeting
characters: EXO
rating: PG
WC: 842
summary: All twelve have gathered. It's finally time for The Delivery. But first, let me take a selfie
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Year six of their business relationship. Year six of their peculiar friendship. The five-years itch (or was it seven? Next time will make it or break it, then) has passed, they can do anything now. It’s undeniably an intense, 24-hours long night, but despite all the whining, nerves and jokes, all twelve of them love what they do.
“I declare this meeting open,” Yifan announces when everyone has finally arrived to Santa’s cabin. Yixing and Jongdae managed to arrive on time, at the price of being still shaken by the neck-breaking speed at which the rescue team drove across continents.
“What the hell, we aren’t the jury for a trial,” someone yells from across the room.
Come on, Yifan, take a deep breath. Think of your hair: you don’t want it to become grey already, do you?
“Thanks everyone for being here this year as well.”
“Did we have a choice?” the same voice from earlier asks. Yifan swears he’ll cut his salary for real.
“Actually, yes,” he hisses.
“Good to know, I’ll keep it in mind for next year.”
(They always say that but everyone has stayed. Teasing Santa is too much fun, even though the calmest members often had to point out when things were brought too far.)
“Okay guys, we’re a bit late on our schedule--”
“Because you insisted on scheduling this meeting a bit too late, forgetting time zones and cruise speed,” Joonmyeon adds pacifically, yet accusing and slightly patronizing undertone unfiltered.
“--so let’s quickly go through the rules again.”
“I’ll make it easier for you: we all know them by heart. Alright, let’s go,” Luhan stands up, and with a nod he invites everyone to head to the stable.
“Hold on, hold on, that’s not how it works,” Yifan wishes he had a judge hammer, “I’m obligated to list them. One,”
Don’t pull any stunt...
Some of them try to focus on Yifan’s words, really, they do, but they soon allow sleep and jet lag to take over. Those who didn’t even try keep talking in not-so-hushed voices (Baekhyun and Chanyeol) or sleeping soundly since they planted their butt upon entering the meeting room (Jongin, who’s unabashedly drooling on oblivious Sehun’s shoulder).
Don’t try to mount your partner.
Yifan specifically looks at Luhan, who’s currently looking at and playing with Minseok’s tiny hands, left hand distractedly playing with the eldest’s short locks.
“It was one time. I was young and confused,” Luhan reasons.
“Horny. And it was two years ago, you were already a grown ass adult,” Yifan corrects. The two of them have known each other for their whole life, but the older’s obsessively lovestruck personality still came as a surprise.
“Same thing. It was so long ago. Let it go, let it go~”
“For the love of God, please don’t start singing along to Frozen,” Minseok mumbles sleepily, burrowing in his puffy jacket and turning a bit away from the leech also known as his boyfriend.
“Okay, Olaf,” Luhan gives up easily, nuzzling his cold nose on the older man’s cheek.
“I like to think I’m not as annoying,” Minseok grumbles without opening his eyes.
“But you’re as short--oomph,” only an elbow to the stomach manages to make the little shit shut up. Yifan sighs and resumes his speech.
Don’t try to poke the butt of the ones in front of you with your antlers.
This time Santa moves his gaze to the non-stop chattering Baekyeol, guilty as charged of bothering Kyungsoo and Jongin multiple times in the past years.
“He has the ass of a dancer!” Chanyeol tries to justify himself, making a freshly woken up Jongin blush to the tip of his hair.
“I just like to annoy Kyungsoo,” Baekhyun admits, flashing a rectangle shaped smile at the scowling shorter boy two seats to his right.
Don’t stock up on the cookies left by the kids.
Yifan continues, slowly turning his head to the young elf on the opposite side of Joonmyeon, busy reading a magazine. Feeling the heavy stare of their tall boss, Tao looks up and shoots a disarming smile.
All through Yifan’s speech, Joonmyeon couldn’t stop mentally bemoaning about how those aren’t the conventional instructions, but the nine reindeers (and occasionally Tao) have been a rowdy bunch since day one, six years ago, so a bit of tinkering to the rules was necessary.
Yifan drones on and on, falling on deaf ears; he eventually decides to take pity on the reindeers, since it’s getting late, and ushers them out of the room.
“Come on, guys, we have to make many children happy! Chop chop!” he claps his hand in an encouraging fashion, but all he gets are chuckles and eye rolls as the guys zip up their coats and leave for the paddock. Joonmyeon pats Yifan’s lower back (that’s how far he manages to reach) before following the reindeers outside.
“Let’s go, duizhang!” Tao exclaims, eardogged magazine forgotten, and grabs the taller male’s hand, dragging him to start a new night of delivery.
"But first, let me take a selfie."
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characters: EXO
rating: PG
WC: 842
summary: All twelve have gathered. It's finally time for The Delivery. But first, let me take a selfie
❆masterpost❆
< prev
Year six of their business relationship. Year six of their peculiar friendship. The five-years itch (or was it seven? Next time will make it or break it, then) has passed, they can do anything now. It’s undeniably an intense, 24-hours long night, but despite all the whining, nerves and jokes, all twelve of them love what they do.
“I declare this meeting open,” Yifan announces when everyone has finally arrived to Santa’s cabin. Yixing and Jongdae managed to arrive on time, at the price of being still shaken by the neck-breaking speed at which the rescue team drove across continents.
“What the hell, we aren’t the jury for a trial,” someone yells from across the room.
Come on, Yifan, take a deep breath. Think of your hair: you don’t want it to become grey already, do you?
“Thanks everyone for being here this year as well.”
“Did we have a choice?” the same voice from earlier asks. Yifan swears he’ll cut his salary for real.
“Actually, yes,” he hisses.
“Good to know, I’ll keep it in mind for next year.”
(They always say that but everyone has stayed. Teasing Santa is too much fun, even though the calmest members often had to point out when things were brought too far.)
“Okay guys, we’re a bit late on our schedule--”
“Because you insisted on scheduling this meeting a bit too late, forgetting time zones and cruise speed,” Joonmyeon adds pacifically, yet accusing and slightly patronizing undertone unfiltered.
“--so let’s quickly go through the rules again.”
“I’ll make it easier for you: we all know them by heart. Alright, let’s go,” Luhan stands up, and with a nod he invites everyone to head to the stable.
“Hold on, hold on, that’s not how it works,” Yifan wishes he had a judge hammer, “I’m obligated to list them. One,”
Don’t pull any stunt...
Some of them try to focus on Yifan’s words, really, they do, but they soon allow sleep and jet lag to take over. Those who didn’t even try keep talking in not-so-hushed voices (Baekhyun and Chanyeol) or sleeping soundly since they planted their butt upon entering the meeting room (Jongin, who’s unabashedly drooling on oblivious Sehun’s shoulder).
Don’t try to mount your partner.
Yifan specifically looks at Luhan, who’s currently looking at and playing with Minseok’s tiny hands, left hand distractedly playing with the eldest’s short locks.
“It was one time. I was young and confused,” Luhan reasons.
“Horny. And it was two years ago, you were already a grown ass adult,” Yifan corrects. The two of them have known each other for their whole life, but the older’s obsessively lovestruck personality still came as a surprise.
“Same thing. It was so long ago. Let it go, let it go~”
“For the love of God, please don’t start singing along to Frozen,” Minseok mumbles sleepily, burrowing in his puffy jacket and turning a bit away from the leech also known as his boyfriend.
“Okay, Olaf,” Luhan gives up easily, nuzzling his cold nose on the older man’s cheek.
“I like to think I’m not as annoying,” Minseok grumbles without opening his eyes.
“But you’re as short--oomph,” only an elbow to the stomach manages to make the little shit shut up. Yifan sighs and resumes his speech.
Don’t try to poke the butt of the ones in front of you with your antlers.
This time Santa moves his gaze to the non-stop chattering Baekyeol, guilty as charged of bothering Kyungsoo and Jongin multiple times in the past years.
“He has the ass of a dancer!” Chanyeol tries to justify himself, making a freshly woken up Jongin blush to the tip of his hair.
“I just like to annoy Kyungsoo,” Baekhyun admits, flashing a rectangle shaped smile at the scowling shorter boy two seats to his right.
Don’t stock up on the cookies left by the kids.
Yifan continues, slowly turning his head to the young elf on the opposite side of Joonmyeon, busy reading a magazine. Feeling the heavy stare of their tall boss, Tao looks up and shoots a disarming smile.
All through Yifan’s speech, Joonmyeon couldn’t stop mentally bemoaning about how those aren’t the conventional instructions, but the nine reindeers (and occasionally Tao) have been a rowdy bunch since day one, six years ago, so a bit of tinkering to the rules was necessary.
Yifan drones on and on, falling on deaf ears; he eventually decides to take pity on the reindeers, since it’s getting late, and ushers them out of the room.
“Come on, guys, we have to make many children happy! Chop chop!” he claps his hand in an encouraging fashion, but all he gets are chuckles and eye rolls as the guys zip up their coats and leave for the paddock. Joonmyeon pats Yifan’s lower back (that’s how far he manages to reach) before following the reindeers outside.
“Let’s go, duizhang!” Tao exclaims, eardogged magazine forgotten, and grabs the taller male’s hand, dragging him to start a new night of delivery.
"But first, let me take a selfie."
next >