Many people wish for many things for Christmas. Some would wait under the mistletoe and make their wishes upon the shooting stars, wishing for white miracles, whilst some opt to do random things such as scribbling down and folding blank papers with, "Dear Santa", and "I've been a good girl or boy this year", with a list of fancy things written down on the paper. 

Sunwoo was nothing less. He had a wish too. 

"What do you want for this Christmas?"

Hyelim turned at him, both of her hands resting on top of the table, with her eyes steadily fixed at him. He seemed too absorbed with his music, as his earphone attached to his left ear, and the other unoccupied. When he didn't reply her, she nudged his arm, and initiated to remove his earphone away from his ear. He returned her action with a glare, but quickly resumed to shift his attention towards her. 

"What do you want for Christmas?" She asked again. 

Sunwoo cleared his throat, and shook his head. This wasn't exactly his first time hearing this nor answering this million dolar question of hers of 'what do you want for Christmas'. For as long as he could remember, they have spent nearly ten Christmases together, and after spending all those years together, he'd certainly wish she would have figure it out by now, but sadly, and amusingly enough to him, her slowpoke self still didn't quite get it. 

He remembered receiving his first ever Christmas gift from her when he was sixteen. It was a red-coloured cap, with the famous, 'Nike' brand sewed on it, except that it was spelled with a double 'E' and it was a lot cheaper than the ones he'd see from the sports store. Still— he would shamelessly wear it to everywhere (even when his guy friends would for wearing fake stuffs), and he was grateful for it, especially when he learnt that she bought the gift with the allowances that she kept for months. He then returned her gift with a huge Hello Kitty doll, one that she would hug closely to her chest every night as she fell asleep. 

He recalled receiving a brand new running shoes from her for Christmas when he was eighteen. This time, it was a lot expensive than he had first thought so, and though he was thankful for her thoughtful thinking, he couldn't help but to scold her a little. 

"I would have preferred butter cookies and a jar of milk over this," He beamed. 

"But you've been wearing the same running shoes ever since you started running, and if you haven't realized it yet, there's a bunch of holes in your shoes too which is dangerous for your foot,"

"But still—"

"Can you just take it as a token of appreciation for having you as my best friend?"

Of course, Sunwoo would end up losing their silly arguments, mostly because he chose to let her win. Despite him still scolding her over buying the expensive shoes for him, Sunwoo wore the running shoes to his first ever national track and field competition, and won his first ever gold medal with it. Hyelim was there to witness how he ran his heart out towards the finish line, and she was there to wipe away his tears of happiness too. 

He remembered giving her three pink-coloured diaries (adding to her many collections) during last Christmas after learning that she likes to write diary, and how she writes every night before she goes to bed. Perhaps, it was his mischievious nature, but that one night when she fell asleep on his shoulder (after complaining of how difficult was her assignment to him), he had secretly read a few of her diary entries. He learnt a few littlest things about her, like how she used to believe in the existence of that particular old man, one with grey hair, and thick beard, called Santa Claus until she was ten, and how she would silently cried in her bed whenever she's having a rough time with life. His lips somehow stretched into a smile, when he saw his name written on a few pages of her diary. 

"Cha Sunwoo is a flying squirrel,"

"Sunwoo still wears the Nikee cap, even though I told him not to,"

"Cha Sunwoo embarrassed me today,"

"Stupid Cha Sunwoo,"

He thinks his heart stopped for a quick second at the last scribbled sentence he found. 

"Dear diary, I think... I like Cha Sunwoo,"

Many people wish for many things for Christmas. Some would wait under the mistletoe and make their wishes upon the shooting stars, wishing for white miracles, whilst some opt to do random things such as scribbling down and folding blank papers with, "Dear Santa", and "I've been a good girl or boy this year", with a list of fancy things written down on the paper. 

"What do I want for Christmas?"

He repeated the question with his eyebrow raised and turned his gaze towards her. He leaned in closer towards her, and softly whispered to her ear,

"You"

baro/lime ♥ 

because i need to write something for Christmas :)

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