"Who hung up the mistletoe?"

“What’s the point in hanging up one of those in the dorms anyway, the doorways are too small for two people to squeeze through,” Kyungsoo commented, watching Baekhyun pin the stems of the green plant up with a red ribbon tied around them. Mistletoe.

The brown haired male grinned back at Kyungsoo before stepping down from the chair to admire his decoration, he slung an arm around the black haired male. “It’s just for decoration, Kyungsoo, get in the Christmas spirit.”

Kyungsoo pushed Baekhyun off of him, pushing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose, he turned back to the kitchen to rummage through the fridge for a soda, “You’ve already decorated the main room in every piece of Christmas stuff that you could find at the store, you didn’t need to add a mistletoe. Anyone walking into the main room would already vomit with the Christmas cheer.” He cracked open the soda to sip at it.

Baekhyun shrugged, eyeing his dongsaeng, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year, Kyungsoo, why wouldn’t I decorate everything? It’s just—”

“Yah, you saw me coming through—”

“Shut up, short-stuff—”

Junmyeon and Kris griped at each other as they tried to push through the doorway of the kitchen, sparking Baekhyun’s interest immediately. His eyes widened as he grinned, sending a wink to Kyungsoo.

“Hyungs! You’re under the mistletoe!” Baekhyun grabbed both Junmyeon and Kris’s arms, nodding towards the green stems hanging upside down over the doorway. He glanced between the two with a teasing smirk, “You know what that means!”

Kris and Junmyeon glared at the brown haired male before turning their glare towards the green plant. Kris rolled his eyes, Junmyeon sighed, while Baekhyun looked between the two, expectantly. “It’s nothing any different than what I heard the two of you doing last night.” Baekhyun paid no mind to the sounds of Kyungsoo sputtering his soda out everywhere behind them, the brunette grinned at the red shade tinting Junmyeon and Kris’s faces.

“Twenty won says that they won’t kiss,” Chanyeol’s deep voice filled the air, refraining from entering through the doorway, eyeing the mistletoe.

Baekhyun glared, releasing Junmyeon’s arm to point at the green plant, “They have to! Mistletoe rules! They have to kiss!” He held out his hand, “So go ahead and hand over that twenty won—” he paused when he glanced behind to Kris landing a small peck to Junmyeon’s lips. His eyes wide, his grin widening. “Told you!” He exclaimed to a bitter-faced Chanyeol.