So... I just signed up for the Got7 Secret Santa fic exchange for this year and remembered the fic I wrote for 2015's secret santa. I hunted thorugh my documents and found it and here it is.... be warned there is fluff.

Youngjae was late. This wasn’t anything new, getting away from the dorm could sometimes be hard and schedules often overran, you understood that so waiting around didn’t usually bother you. But today was different for a number of reasons. One reason being that Youngjae had been the one to decide on the place and the time, not you so really he should have been a little more on the ball. The second reason being it was freezing outside and outside was where you currently were. You’d come prepared, winter coat, scarf, hat, gloves but the cold was still biting. You shoved your hands deeper into your pockets and stamped your feet trying to warm yourself up. If he didn’t turn up in the next five minutes you were leaving. He could pout and moan about it all he wanted, anniversary or not you weren’t going to risk hypothermia. And there it was, the third and main reason you were so annoyed. It was your one year anniversary and he couldn’t even be bothered to turn up for your date on time.

With a frown you fished out your phone from your pocket. Your frown only deepened as you saw there were no new notifications. He hadn’t even texted you to let you know he was going to be late. Phone still in hand you started towards the playground gate. You’d thought it was sweet, the fact Youngjae had wanted to meet you here. It was the place you’d first met a little over a year ago. You’d been babysitting that day and had taken the kids you were watching to the park. It was only later when you’d been putting them to bed that you’d realised the youngest kid had taken his favourite action figure with him but returned without it. He’d been distraught and had needed many hugs and cuddles before bed. So as soon as his parents had returned you’d headed back to the playground hoping to find it. It had been dark by then, the playground illuminated only by the streetlights running alongside the fence since it had no lighting of its own. It had been more than a little creepy and you’d wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. So you’d gone in and headed straight for the corner that was set aside for the younger children, totally focussed on finding the action figure you’d come for. You were the only one there you kept assuring yourself. Teenagers who were up to no good were loud and there was no such thing as ghosts. You’d be fine. So when someone had cleared their throat behind you you’d almost had a heart attack.

Thankfully that someone had been Youngjae who while technically a teenager was not the scary type that hung around in empty playgrounds at night drinking with his friends and nor was he ghost. In fact he’d been incredibly helpful, asking why you were there and offering to help when you told him what you were looking for. It wasn’t until he’d told you why he was there that you’d recognised him. He’d just finished who knew how many hours of dance practice but once he’d made it back to the dorm he hadn’t been able to switch off and sleep, so he’d come out to get some quiet and some fresh air.  Dorm and dance practice had automatically made you think trainee and you’d opened your mouth to ask if that was what he was but then you’d gotten a proper look at his face. “Got7,” you’d blurted and then gone red when he’d looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah…” he’d said slowly, “… Got7. Are you a fan?”

“Sort of.” He looked a little wary and you couldn’t really blame him. The majority of his fans were lovely people you were sure but there he there were no doubt a few that had very little grasp of things like boundaries and personal space. “I like your music.” You’d told him. You owned their last album (and if you were honest it was mostly because of Youngjae’s voice that you’d bought it) and would sing along when their songs came on the radio but you didn’t know if that counted as being a fan as such.

“Thanks.” Youngjae had said with a smile, relaxing a little as it became apparent that you weren’t about to jump him. Then he’d gone back to looking for Iron Man. You’d talked some more, about your work and about his, about your families and the music you both liked.

And eventually you’d found Iron Man, half buried in the sand and you’d thanked Youngjae and said goodbye, thinking that would be that. But it hadn’t been, as you’d turned to leave he’d grabbed your wrist and he’d asked for your number.

“My number?” you’d repeated, somewhat shell shocked.

“Yes.”

“Why?” You’d asked.

“I liked talking to you.” Youngjae had said with a shrug.

You nodded. You’d liked talking to him too. What harm would exchanging numbers do? You’d handed him your phone.

After a month or two of texting interspersed with the occasional phone call you’d received a message reading ‘I really like you.’ When you’d failed to reply right away it had been followed by ‘You’re so pretty.’ You’d almost spat out the coffee you’d been drinking.

A week later, once he’d managed to convince you that he a) hadn’t been drunk and b) hadn’t been joking you’d gone on your first official date. That had been a year ago today.

And so far you’d spent almost an hour of your anniversary freezing your off in an empty playground.

You took off one of your gloves and unlocked your phone bringing up Youngjae’s number. You were going to call him and you were going to give him a piece of your mind.

And then there were a pair of gloved hands covering your eyes and someone was whispering ‘Guess who?’ in your ear. And without thinking you were throwing an arm back and elbowing the whisperer in the stomach.

There was an oof and suddenly you could see again. As the shock of being snuck up on wore off the second thing you were once again able to do was think logically. And the first thought you had was ‘oh crap’ because that voice had been familiar. You hadn’t been jumped by a stranger you’d been surprised by your boyfriend. And you’d elbowed him in the stomach. Best anniversary ever so far.

“Um… I’m sorry?” you offered as you spun around to look at him.

“I made you jump the first time we met too.” He reminded you. “There was less hitting but you did jump.”

Thankful