it’s Christmas Eve, the 24th of December.

*it’s a quiet night, the soft crackling of the fireplace filling the apartment. he wishes time would stop here, enjoying the warmth of their tiny yet cozy apartment—like a little world made just for the both of u, hidden from everyone else.

outside, snow is piled high, making it inconvenient to go anywhere, so u’re in the kitchen instead, baking christmas cookies in matching sweaters with ur bf while patiently waiting for the clock to strike midnight, when the date would finally go from 24 to 25.

the atmosphere is romantic and cozy, smell of wood lingering in the air. it feels as if the only gift he truly wants is this moment—like all the tiring days that built up throughout the year have finally shaken off him.

seungmin is watching over the cookies in the oven and u were already getting tired so u walked out the kitchen towards the couch, but he pulls ur wrist back

“stay with me..” he whined as he back-hugged u, feeling extra clingy.