2nd of December. 23 Days to Christmas. 
GingerbreadMan. 

You sat by your fireplace, let the warmth of the fire melt your cold fingertips. 
You just went out to grab some groceries. 
More specifically baking needs. 

Normally, on the Second day of Christmas, 
You would bake Gingerbreadman with your boyfriend, L 
Or otherwise, MyungSoo. 
It has been a three year tradition that both of you had lovingly came up with, in the spirit of the approaching Christmas. 

Both of you would buy the groceries together. 
Bake. 
Play. 
Wrap it up. 
And give it to people around you ( Who knows of your relationship)
Like Infinite. 
Both of your families. 
Woollim's trainee and CEO. 

Christmas is fun.
Its... romantic.
It is a beautiful tradition.

You heaved a sigh. 
But both of you just had a fight three days ago.. 

Flashback. 

"Yoo Soo Jung! " 
Your name was called the minute you opened the door of your apartment. 
He gave you a glare.
You gave a loud and obvious sigh in his direction before walking to your room. 

" I am talking to you. " he bellowed. 

You turned around after rolling your eyes,  with your arms folded across your chest. 
"What?" you asked flatly. 

He didn't reply. 
He was searching for something in your eyes. 
But you could feel anger boiling through his eye. 
Especially since he loves black so much, 
It has intensified his anger. 

Honestly, you don't know why is he so mad. 
But you were pissed at how insensitive he was to pick a fight the minute you're home after you're back from work. 
Honestly, it wouldn't kill to say your name sweetly, maybe a hug and a peck then discuss what you did wrong right? 


" Why did you not tell me? " 
You pushed your tongue at the sides of your cheeks. 

Your mind clicked. He found out. 
" The fact that I'm bullied? Why?
What can you do? " You shot him back. 

He bit his lips, almost as if to suppress pain hidden inside. 

" I... " he stopped. He couldn't continue. 
That's right, he can't do much anyways. 

You scoffed, " You see, What's the purpose of telling you? 
For you to worry and we all huddle together and cry?" 
You used your arms to show the huddling part in anger. 

He was still searching for something in your eyes. 
"Don't you ... trust me? " 

You rolled your heads back. 
" Mister Kim. This, " you emphasised. " Is not a matter of trust. "
 
You stared into his eyes. 
Your brain was searching for a better word to not worsen the fight. 
" This, is a matter of how incompetent you are. " 
That word just shot out unknowingly. 
Your insides were cursing at your wrong choice of word. 

His eyes widen, 
" What....? " 

You hide that sorry feeling in your heart. 
No... since you've started it. 
You got to end it. 

" If you truly cared for me, you wouldn't have started this fight. 
That's why you're incompetent. " 
You paused. 

Oh noo... wait... 
My mouth, ahhh..
What did I just said?
 
" And... you would have come and hugged me the minute I'm home. " 
You felt a tear rolling off your cheeks. 

" You would have asked if I had any bruises, or if I was hurt anywhere... " 
You could tell your voice had changed from the crying. 

" And... " You sniffed. " you wouldn't have left me alone all the time. " 


You stared into his eyes for a good twenty seconds. 


You walked away from him. 
You walked into your room and shut and lock the door. 

You cried badly behind the closed doors. 
Your back against the door slide down to the floor and you covered your mouth to soften your cries. 

Stupid Kim Myung Soo, you thought, Do you know how scared I was?
And you still questioned me about trust? 

That night, you never did came out of the room. 
He never did knocked at the door. 
You fell asleep. 
And when you woke up. 
You saw an empty apartment. 


He left. 

Flashback ends. 


 

You rubbed the side of your arms. 
You're by a fire place and yet you feel chilly. 
You heaved a sigh and walked to your kitchen. 
A tradition cannot be broken right? 

You took out the items in your grocery bag. 
And set them on a table. 
Something feels wrong. 
You bit your lips knowing what was wrong. 

You still tried. 

You measured the flour. 
You sift it and form a white powdery mountain in the mixing bowl. 
You add baking soda, ground ginger and sugar. 

You sighed. 
Normally MyungSoo would do the next step. 
Since he claims that he is stronger than you..
That brought back another pile of memories of how you guys bickered over who's stronger. 
You pressed your lips into a fine line , shook the memories off and tried. 

You add butter and rub in with fingertips to try and achieve that fine bread crumbs look.. 
You failed. 

Well, it was your first time trying. 
Damn... 

You tiredly threw your hands on the table and sighed. 
You can't do this without him, 

You packed your stuff up and head to his dorm. 

You were contemplating before the door of his dorm.. 
You were about to press the doorbell. 
Then, the door swung open. 

A shocked Myung Soo stands before you. 
He held bags and containers. 

Just like you. 

You glanced up and down at the stuff he carried. 

He did the same glance back to you. 

" Are you... " both of you said in unison. 
Both of you look away. 

*Ahem* You cleared your throat. 
He rubbed the nape of his neck. 

" Look.. I'm Sorry about the other day.. " both of you said in unison. 
This time, both of your eyes are connected. 

Silence overcomes the spaces before you, 
But something tells you that the ice before you has melted.

The fight was insignificant.
What matters now is that the man you love stands before you.

And just like you, he never stopped loving you.  

A wide grin grew on your face. 

You pace forward. 
You place a chaste kiss on his cheeks. 

"Let's do that GingerbreadMan. " 
You whispered into his ear before letting yourself into his apartment. 

" Hey... SooJung. " 
You turned around smiling. 

He looks embarrassed. 
" Urm.. We don't have an oven. " 

" Right.. ," You smiled bashfully 
" Let's go to my place. " 

Both of you made your way to his car. 
And throughout the car ride, he held your hand firmly and never let go. 
You smiled as you lower your head down. 

"What? " 
He asked you lovingly. 

" Gingerbreadman saved the day. " 
You animatedly replied. 

He chuckled. 
He did a fast look at the sides of the car before turning into your apartment. 

Finally after he parked his car. 
He looked into your eyes. 
" Gingerbread man... " he continued. 
" We must still make them until both of us are old! " 
He gave a smile. 
That beautiful smile. 

You giggled. 
" Yah, Kim Myung Soo.. I'll never grow old with you." 
You haughtily replied with your nose stuck in the air. 

He smiled, he pinched your cheeks. 
" Alrights, you'll grow beautiful with me. 
Forever. " He emphasised. 

You bit your lips to hide your glee. 

Both of you held hands to your apartments. 
And started working on the gingerbreadman. 
Finally both of you were done, and you were wrapping the gingerbreadman. 

"Merry Christmas " 
You wrote. 

He shook his head. 
" Write something better. " 

You stared at him, " What? Like be nice so Santa will give you presents? " 
You laughed at your reply. 
He gave you a half-grin before taking that pen from you. 

His neat handwriting was written below Merry Christmas. 
" Don't stop loving. " 

You grinned. 
You smacked his arms. 
" Yahh.. What's this.. " 

He hugged you. 
" My second confession. " 

You giggled. 
" Do you think that you're BTOB? " 
You smirked in his direction. 

" No...," he grinned back, "  I thought I was the handsome boyfriend of Yoo SOO JUNG " 
He tickled you. 

After sometime of tickling and giggling,
He hugged you.
Tightly. 
" I'm Sorry Jaki, I'll be better. I won't let you get hurt anymore.. " 

You smiled through the hug. 
" Just... " you hugged him tighter. " Don't stop loving. "