Kyungsoo was really stressed.

Terribly, awfully, unbearably stressed. And there was nothing he could do about it.

“Jongin will like anything.” Chanyeol told him that day, big eyes worriedly staring at the smaller’s tired face. “As long as he gets to spend Christmas with you, he’ll be fine with anything. You know that, Kyungsoo.”

Yeah, Kyungsoo knew. Over this last month, Jongin had repeated that like five hundred times already.

But sadly, it didn’t make Kyungsoo feel any less stressed about finding him the right present.

It’s been nearly a month since they started going out, and Kyungsoo had never thought he could be this utterly and perfectly happy. His boyfriend, Jongin, treated him as if he was the most precious person in the whole world, always attentive and caring that Kyungsoo would be well fed, safe and dressed warmly. Even if he, Jongin himself wasn’t – ‘Kyungsoo is the most important’ was his infinite excuse, that he repeated everytime he got scolded.

Also, on every free minute he got at school, Jongin was always running to see Kyungsoo. Even if it was literally one minute, he still did it, on every break. Worried about him, Kyungsoo tried to complain, and not even once or twice, saying that there is no point for Jongin to be running around the school only to see him for seconds, but Jongin always passionately argued on that. And as a result, Kyungsoo always ended up losing.

“Do you think I’d rather spend that time in the classroom?” Jongin whined at the disapproving-looking Kyungsoo.

“I just think it’s not safe and even irrational for you to be doing this, Jongin ah. There’s only five minutes in the break between the first and second lesson, yet you run to my classroom on it, and then back to yours. You don’t get to rest, and neither you get to talk to me that much. So what’s the point?”

“I get to kiss you!” Jongin reasoned, chocolate eyes wide with evident dissatisfaction. Honestly, he saw nothing wrong with the way he spent his breaks! He’d change up all his subjects if he could, all of that only to spend more time with his boyfriend. And he saw nothing, absolutely nothing wrong or stupid about that.

“You’re honestly impossible, Jongin ah.” Kyungsoo just laughed exasperatedly at the younger’s words, and reached out to ruffle his hair. Like that, once again, he let the subject go.

And as the whiny baby that he was, Jongin would most certainly have complained about Kyungsoo saying such word to him, but once Kyungsoo’s slender hand was his hair, all he could do was relax and let those words go. Like always, he just let Kyungsoo do what he wanted.

And that’s why Kyungsoo felt so pressured.

Jongin was the most amazing person in his life. And Kyungsoo really, really wanted to thank him for everything he was constantly doing with at least a great Christmas present. Yet, he had no idea what to give him. It had to be something from the heart, but not careless or useless. Something that would make Jongin’s heart flutter. That’s what Kyungsoo wanted.

But, but.

What could it be?

“You can buy him some CD. You know Jongin loves music.” Chanyeol continued his encouraging, as he and Kyungsoo were walking out of the school on one cold December afternoon. Snow was falling heavily in Seoul for a week already, and, as today was no exception either, the tall boy’s raven black hair looked almost white because of all the snowflakes tangled in them. Eyeing the snowy mess sorrily, Kyungsoo suddenly suspected that his own didn’t look much better.

He needed to confirm that. Now.

“I know, but I want it to be from me, and I just…” he answered Chanyeol, at the same time reaching to ruffle the snowflakes out of his own hair. “I guess I’ll just put in some more thinking into this. Something has to come up eventually.”

Chanyeol nodded. “And you still have over two weeks to decide.”

“That, too.” Kyungsoo agreed. “Though, that reminds me. What are you doing on Christmas day, Chanyeol ah?”

Chanyeol shifted his backpack onto his other shoulder, and looked at Kyungsoo in surprise of such a unexpected question.

“Luhan agreed to sing and record some of my songs together.” He said, eyes slightly shinning with excitement. “He has a great voice. I’m really lucky.”

Luhan indeed had a beautiful voice. Kyungsoo was mesmerized every time he heard it. But someone else he knew also had a beautiful voice, just…

“Have you ever tried to sing them yourself, Chanyeol ah? I think your voice could suit the songs you write, too.”

“I’m more into production.” Chanyeol quickly shrugged his way out of the question. He was not very good with compliments, and even worse when it came to compliments on his music.

Knowing that, Kyungsoo just poked his side playfully, and smiled at Chanyeol.

“You should try it.” He adviced. “Your voice is deep, and really pleasant. It might sound great. No, actually, I’m pretty certain it will sound great.”

Chanyeol just shrugged again, staring at the ground. As expected, Kyungsoo’s words embarassed him once again.

“ Oh come on, Chanyeol ah,” Kyungsoo nudged him again, and bent down to scoop a handful of freshly fallen, fluffy white snow. He formed a ball out of it quickly, and, before Chanyeol could ask him what he was doing, Kyungsoo had already thrown the self-made snowball right into his surprised face.

Surprisingly, Chanyeol’s face looked just the same before and after he got hit in the face with the snowball, the only difference being his skin, that immediately turned redder, and the small pile of snow on the tip of his nose. He stared at Kyungsoo in disbelief, utterly shocked, and at the same time slightly offended.

And Kyungsoo laughed. He laughed, laughed and laughed, and couldn’t stop. The whole thing was just too funny, and Chanyeol was looking really cute.

Especially that snow on the tip of his nose.

“Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol pouted at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m sorry, Chanyeol ah.” Kyungsoo apologized, wide grin still plastered on his lips. “The temptation was too much to resist, and I just--”

Chanyeol frowned at him, and chuckling Kyungsoo reached out for his friend’s face. He dusted off the snow on the taller’s nose, and started ruffling his hair, in order to get out all the snow that was stuck onto it.

Chanyeol, of course, stood there as an obedient child, and waited patiently for him to be done with it.

“Excuse me?”

Chanyeol and Kyungsoo, with the latter’s fingers still in the taller’s hair, turned to look at the speaker.

And of course, Jongin stood there, seething.

“Jongin ah.” Kyungsoo smiled at him, and took a step away from Chanyeol. A step, that was obviously viewed very positively by now more relaxed chocolate eyes.

But once Kyungsoo landed his eyes on his boyfriend, he was no longer that calm and happy.

“How the hell are you dressed?!”

The next step the smaller boy took was a panicked one, more like a jump towards his boyfriend, who was out in the cold and the snow with his neck wide open and his coat only halfway zipped up.  Worried and dissatisfied, Kyungsoo grabbed the zipper himself and pulled it all the way till the top. At the same time frowning at Jongin, in immense annoyance of his carelessness.

“Where’s your scarf, Jongin ah?!” he nagged at him instantly, in the middle of tucking the other’s jacket’s collar in to cover the exposed skin.

But Jongin was sneaky and quick-witted enough to get away from his scolding safe.

“Here!” he chirped, throwing his arms around Kyungsoo’s waist, and lifting him up in the air. Kyungsoo, forced but kind of willing, wrapped his arms around Jongin’s neck in response, but there was still an open frown on his face, and his eyebrows were still disapprovingly furrowed.

“It’s so cold outside, and you don’t even have a scarf?”

“I don’t get that cold, Kyungsoo ah.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“If you stay here, I think I won’t ever need a scarf though.”Jongin snuggled his face into Kyungsoo’s neck, covered with a grey knitted scarf. “You’re warm enough.”

At those words, Kyungsoo’s ears started to redden dangerously, and he decided it was enough of PDA for today. He squirmed in the taller’s arms, signaling that he wanted to be released now, and soon, his boyfriend had no choice but to do so.

While the couple was in their own little world, Chanyeol had fortunately received a phone call. So when Kyungsoo turned around, all red, ready to say sorry till his tongue hurts, he could only sigh in relief since the taller was not facing them and talking into the phone.

Later, Jongin and Chanyeol went off to work on some songs at Chanyeol’s, while Kyungsoo was left in peace (or distress) of searching for a gift to give to Jongin. He sat on his bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and scrolling through suggestions of what he could possibly give to his boyfriend.

‘A Christmas scented set of candles’

No, Jongin was sometimes kinda clumsy.

He might accidentally burn his house down with those. Too dangerous, so no.

‘A set of a shampoo and a conditioner, packed into a cute Christmas-themed bag’

Nah, not needed. Jongin has great hair as it is, and Kyungsoo wouldn’t want to ruin them by a stupid accident of choosing the wrong thing. You never know, with those shampoos.

‘A cute Rudolph sleepwear for adults!”

 Oh God, that would look adorable on him! But sadly..

Jongin would never agree to wear it. Ever. Never in a million years.

So again, another no.

Kyungsoo sighed in despair. This was hopeless.

He just needs something to make Jongin happy, for goodness’ sake. Something to make him feel warm, and remember their first Christmas together. Just something, simply full of love.

Kyungsoo looked out the window, at the snowflakes falling and spinning in chaotic circles outside.