Dear Santa, help me find a date!
Description
Hyukjae writes a silly letter to Santa asking for a date to his company's Christmas party. He didn't think his jerk friends would find it and make fun of him for it. Nor did he think they would actually put it in the Santa mail drop.
Nor did he expect to wake up a few days later to a man in his apartment — a man who calls himself Donghae the Elf.
Foreword
"You're a what now? An elf?" Hyukjae questioned.
"I'm an elf. Stop asking me that. I told you already, like five times. It's not going to change the more times you ask it," Donghae, the elf, said from his perch atop the kitchen counter. The elves fingers stacking giant marshmallows in a pattern that Hyukjae couldn't discern.
"I just... S-stop touching all the marshmallows!"
Donghae pouted at him, hesitating in his movements for about two seconds before he stuck his hand in the marshmallow bag and pulled one out. He held it up to Hyukjae to inspect before it was flying across the kitchen to hit him in the forehead.
"Don't yell at me! Santa sent me here to help you!"
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Christmas Eunhae Fluff, you didn't know you needed.
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