Minho peeks his head over his cubical, big eyes locked on the office Santa Claus this particular year. Smiling eyes are seen while a fluffy white beard covers a mouth. The Santa giggles and shoulders shrug all covered in red and white, greeting another female office worker who is laughing behind a hand, telling the co-worker how cute he is as a Santa Claus.

 

Minho chews his lips, sight too oddly attractive to really deal with it. He needs to stop staring. If he asked Santa to have dinner, would he? Strictly as co-workers, obviously. Very strictly.

 

“Want to ask Santa for something, Choi?” Kim Jonghyun asks from the cubical across from Minho’s, teasing for the day not yet in, so here it comes. “Want to twirl Santa’s beard and make a wish?” he pokes at Minho’s young, ‘rookie’ age, never letting that joke go.

 

Minho frowns at Jonghyun, eyes swept away from Lee Jinki, the co-worker dressed as Santa this year. Jonghyun grins with a laugh, leaning back in his chair where he’s not really getting any work done anyway.

 

“No, that’s stupid.”

 

Jonghyun stands, helping himself to Minho’s space, tugging on the young man’s arm. “Minho, go on. Ask him.” He leans in closer with a whisper, sprouting more jokes. “Aren’t you dying to sit on his lap? Maybe his big would rub against your little .”

 

Minho makes slappy hands at Jonghyun, frowning and denying, nearly yelling that at least he has a he would offer up to Jinki, unlike Jonghyun’s lacking body. Because that’s something to be proud of apparently. Right up there with the fact that though he’s younger he gets more work done than Jonghyun ever does. But maybe that’s just because the older doesn’t really try, and puts the effort forth in other passions, because he’s not a boring office worker like Choi Minho following all the roles. Still, Minho pretends he wins over Kim Jonghyun. 

 

“Sure..” Jonghyun shoves hands in his pockets, slowly strolling away for another coffee. His voice is soon so loud no one could miss it. “Jinki-ssi! Minho hasn’t had a chance to ask Santa for anything. He’s dying to sit on Santa’s lap. Got room?”

 

Minho stares with wide, bulging eyes, mouth hanging open in horror. Jinki is soon looking at Minho with smiling eyes, gloved hand waving and curly beard wiggling with laughter. 

 

Minho hides behind his desk, glaring glances at Jonghyun’s cubical and face flushed red. At this rate, Jinki will be weirded out by Minho before he could ever make any sort of dumb confession. 

 

Christmas will be awful this year.