Luhan didn't show up at the coffee shop the next few days, the 15th drawing closer and closer as the days rolled by, and if Junmyeon hadn't know any better, he'd think he had somehow upset the older and pushed him away. He was fairly certain that was not the case, however, considering he knew that Luhan wasn't exactly fond of the host either. Still, the look of disappointment on Luhan's face had been evident. 

Luhan had been disappointed.

He had clearly wanted him to come - Jongin being the host or not - and Junmyeon would have loved to come. Yifan's nice, fun friends that never failed to make Junmyeon feel welcome and included would be there, he would get the opportunity to wear some of the nicer clothes in the back of his closet for a change and of course, Yifan would be there, all sweet smiles, gentle touches and stylish clothes. 

However, someone else who would be there, would be Jongin, said host of the party and not Junmyeon's favourite person on the planet.

"So."

Junmyeon looked up from his cup of peppermint hot chocolate to look at Yifan, curious about what he had on his mind. They were sitting on the couch in Junmyeon's apartment, cups of hot chocolate in hand and an episode of some tv show playing on the tv all the while snow fell outside that cold evening. It had been Yifan's idea; hanging out at one of their apartments with some hot chocolate, and who would Junmyeon be to say no to that?

"Since we're not going to the Christmas party on the 15th, Luhan got us a table at this restaurant further into the city for the evening," Yifan continued after taking a sip of his own hot chocolate. The hand not holding the Christmas themed mug was on Junmyeon's shoulder, thumb rubbing circles into his skin through his sweater. 

"Isn't that Zitao's job?" Junmyeon asked, a bit confused as to why Yifan's accountant was the one getting a table for him, rather than his actual assistant. 

"Oh, I wasn't the one who told him to," Yifan explained. "He just did it on his own. He only told me about it earlier today."

Junmyeon shifted in his seat, Yifan's hand falling down to his waist. "You think he's planning something?" he asked, turning to look at Yifan. He finished the last of his hot chocolate and placed the cup down on the coffee table. "He seemed a bit disappointed when I said I didn't want to go."

"Maybe it has to do with the lattes he's ordering."

"Oh..." The realisation hit Junmyeon like the snowball Jongdae thought would have been hilarious to throw at him earlier that day. "Oh," he said again, and Yifan looked puzzled to say the least. "What is it?" he asked, arm now back around his shoulder as he shuffled closer again.

"The cups with the letters are for us, aren't they?"

"You didn't know that?" Yifan then asked, pulling away for a moment only to put his own cup away. With his now free hand he fixed a few stray hairs on Junmyeon's head. "Everyone else knows about this except us. He's clearly got something planned for us."

That... made a lot of sense actually, come to think of it. Sure, he had come across that thought before, but in the end he had always just assumed Luhan was doing it for himself and didn't want to tell them just yet. Besides, what would he even be spelling out for the two of them? They were already together after all, or at least dating. 

"Right," Junmyeon muttered into Yifan's shoulder, relaxing at the smell of the familiar cologne. "What do you think he's spelling out?" he asked, speaking louder this time so Yifan would hear him. While the latter seemed to think that question through, Junmyeon toyed with the fabric of Yifan's soft, cozy cashmere sweater.
 

He already had a slight clue of what the answer to that question was. 

"I don't know, really," Yifan said after a while. "Maybe... "Please stop buying so much expensive stationery"?" he suggested with a chuckle. 

"That was only one time, and it will only be that one time," Junmyeon replied, pulling away to look at him with a very much pretend stern expression. "You're buying cheap pens in packs of six like the rest of us, alright?" Yifan merely smiled and laughed, and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips that successfully wiped the stern look right off his face.

"Anyway," Yifan said after a long silence spent sitting on the couch and looking at the tv screen, trying to figure out what they'd missed of the episode playing in front of them. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something, but haven't had the chance," he continued, and Junmyeon pulled away to look at him, read his facial expression and figure out how serious it was. 

He wasn't breaking up with him, was he?

No, it couldn't be that, Junmyeon concluded. He didn't look sad, or upset, or troubled, or anything of the like, so it couldn't be that serious. He didn't look like he was about to dump him and leave, Junmyeon was fairly sure at least. 

When Junmyeon didn't say anything, he continued. "We've been dating for a while now," he began and Junmyeon nodded in acknowledgement. "And I'm not breaking up with you," he quickly added as if he knew what was going through Junmyeon's mind. "It's just that we're doing so well, and I really like you, and so I was thinking-."

Junmyeon's phone ringed. 

"Sorry, let me just." His words trailed off and he reached over to pick up his phone that was lying on the coffee table, taking a look at the screen. "Just take it, it's fine," Yifan said, and when Junmyeon looked at him he got a reassuring nod and smile. "You sure? I'm sure Jongdae will call back later."

"Yeah, go ahead."

Swiping a thumb across his screen, Junmyeon put his phone up to his ear. "Jongdae?"

"What's your favourite song?"