A knock at Wonshik's bedroom door made him jump and he was quick to pull out his headphones, pausing the film he was watching on his laptop.

"Come in."

The door opened slowly and Taekwoon peered around it with wide eyes, his hair styled in a faux hawk. Being able to see every part of his beautiful face had Wonshik's heart jumping in his chest.

"This is for you," the man mumbled in his musical voice, stepping further into the room, and Wonshik hurried to his feet to accept the proffered Christmas card.

"Thanks."

They stood gazing at each other for a few moments until he realised why the man seemed to be waiting for something, biting his lip and looking up at him through his lashes.

"I haven't written any yet," Wonshik said in response, though the truth was, he never wrote Christmas cards. For the past two Christmases, Hakyeon had whined and prodded and pleaded with him to write some and it had been too much fun to deny him. He'd been sure it was going to turn into a longstanding tradition, but the thought of entirely disappointing Taekwoon's expectant expression was almost too much to bear.

Perhaps he could get away with writing just one.