You first met him at dawn, the last fingers of darkness still desperately clinging to the earth as the sun tried to burn them away. Now that you thought about it, he had been doing the same thing, in a way. In the grey morning light, you had rushed over to the body you spotted lying in the dirt. You briefly registered something clutched in his hands as you knelt down next

The sound of feet pattering swiftly down the hall broke the silence and Daehyun's gentle sigh stirred your hair as your bedroom door burst open.

You stretch your arms above your head, working the stiffness of sleep from your body, and step forward to close the distance between you.

"Merry Christmas, Junhong," you say quietly as he wrinkles his nose in a smile and presses his forehead to yours. "Merry Christmas, Jagiya." He kisses the corner of your mouth in a way that makes you smile, then presses his lips softly against yours.