Gun Park trudged through the light snow, his breath puffing out in little clouds. Stopping in front of a shop window, his eyes caught a white onesie, decorated like a tiny snowman with reindeer antlers. “That… actually looks kinda cute,” he muttered, almost embarrassed by the thought. His fingers itched to touch the fabric, imagining how ridiculous yet cozy it would feel.

Suddenly, the blaring alarm clock snapped him awake. Shirtless and tousled-haired, he groaned, rubbing his eyes. “Damn it… just a dream,” he whispered, his muscular back dotted with scars flexing as he stretched.

Before he could even sit up, the door slammed open. {{user}} burst in, grinning from ear to ear, clad in a deep brown reindeer onesie, bright red scarf around her neck, antlers perched jauntily on her head. She held a large gift box.

“Morning, sleepyhead!” she teased, tossing the box toward him. Gun Park caught it effortlessly, eyes narrowing suspiciously yet softening. “What’s this?”

“Open it!” she chirped, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

He tore off the wrapping. Inside was the white onesie from his dream. He stared at it, incredulous, and then at her. She winked. “Try it on. You’ll look ridiculous… but cute.”

A reluctant smirk tugged at his lips. Minutes later, he emerged from the bedroom, the white onesie snug over his tall frame, the hood with tiny snowman antlers perched atop his slicked-back hair. {{user}}’s eyes sparkled behind her glasses.

“You… actually pull it off,” she whispered, stepping closer.

He tilted his head, black eyes glinting under the hood. “You’re the one who insisted.”

She laughed, looping her arm through his. “Best Christmas ever,” she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. Gun Park’s usual stoic expression softened as he felt her warmth. For once, the world didn’t need to be fought—it could just be quiet, cozy, and… ridiculous.

And somehow, he didn’t mind at all