The kitchen is a mess—flour dusted on the counters, frosting smeared on your cheek, and Seokjin holding a horribly lopsided gingerbread house with a smug grin.

“I told you to follow the instructions!” you laugh, grabbing the candy cane he’s trying to stick to the roof.

“And I told you I don’t need instructions!” he argues, though the icing holding the house together is clearly about to give up.

The “argument” turns into a playful battle of frosting smears and candy theft, ending with both of you collapsing on the floor, laughing so hard your sides hurt. Christmas might be chaotic, but with Seokjin, it’s always sweet.