nostalgia, (noun), from the Ancient Greek "nóstos" (return home) + "álgos" (pain, suffering), meaning wistful longing for sth someone has known in the past, homesickness,a bittersweet yearning for the things of the past.

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Baekhyun dries his hair with the towel as he walks back to the bed, made neatly with his favorite midnight blue covers and sapphire bed sheets. It’s a relief to wear his cotton pajamas, freshly showered, in the warmth of his room. He feels like he can finally relax every nerve ending in his body with no worries and enjoy a warm, peaceful sleep that will last nine hours minimum; he needs it and he deserves it after a long day of hard work.

Isn’t it strange how your bed turns into the most beautiful and inviting thing you’ve ever known after a relaxing night shower? You just want to dive in the pillows and never resurface, throwing blankets upon layers of fluffy blankets, until you achieve that wondrous feeling of warmth, safety and heaviness above you; and then, you can feel your muscles relaxing in the welcoming sense of euphoria that surrounds you, your heart rate slows down and your mind is softly lulled to sleep, in the most precious illusion of nonexistence this small piece of heaven called bed has to offer.

This blissful, transcending experience also tends to happen every morning when you have to wake up early in the morning and notably after you have turned off your alarm, unfortunately. Sleep must be the one of the things in this universe that you just cannot fight against. It is beautiful and enchanting and addictive to the soul.

Coming back from this small dithyrambic appraisal of sleep…The Christmas party they organized today was fine; there were a few people who got too drunk and the catering was a bit late to deliver the cake –not that anyone else noticed the delay but him, who was biting his lips and glaring at his watch as if he could stop time–, but despite these small stressors for Baekhyun who had to take care of the mishaps, the night turned out just fine. Their employers were happy with the result, enjoying themselves, smiling and dancing, and generally being a bit too happy, possibly a bit more intoxicated than appropriate, too; but as long as Baekhyun doesn’t have to listen to them whining in a drunk and slurring fashion about their marriage problems –yes, that has happened before, for your reference–, he guesses everyone is happy.

He plops on the bed, letting out a tired but happy and satisfied sigh at the way the mattress dips under his weight. The cake was really good and maybe it was worth the wait. It certainly didn’t worth the stress accumulating in his system, but at least the stress was successfully erased the moment he tasted the divine chocolate cake. The first of a long series bound to follow in consumption during the holidays…Baekhyun allows himself to pretend that calories are a foreign concept during this time of the year and overdoses on chocolate regularly; it is either that he locks his tightest pants in the closet and forgets that they exist, or he would find himself flipping at the debauchery and drowning in self-pity. It’s a matter of survival, if you think about it.

Just then, his phone vibrates and he picks it up curiously. From Park Chanyeol. Baekhyun can’t stop the smile spreading on his lips automatically and his breath hitches, forgetting his concerns about his continued existence and endurance on the planet altogether.

“Merry Christmas, Baekhyun!!! I’m the first to wish you merry Christmas, right???”

Baekhyun smiles at Chanyeol’s childish remark –and his three question marks. He checks the time; 00.01. Of course he is the first…

“Thank you, Chanyeol! That’s very cute XD”

He leaves his phone aside but he keeps thinking about Chanyeol’s sweet thoughtfulness and kind wishes, as he finishes drying his hair and puts the towel aside, still smiling at nothing like a dazed idiot in the semi-darkness of his room. And then, the smile falters.

Did I just type cute?! Baekhyun grabs his phone in panic to check when realization hits him, and he flinches in shock when his phone buzzes again, just the moment it makes contact with his hand. They always talk about radiation but they never mention you might have a heart attack if you own a mobile phone.

“Won’t you be the first person to wish me merry Christmas as well? Hurry up, it’s getting late!”

Baekhyun sacrifices a few moments of muffled squealing at the cuteness to check his previous message briefly, and sure enough ‘cute’ is included. Baekhyun huffs, frustrated; did he really have to write that? What if Chanyeol found it weird? Because, well, it’s not usual to characterize a grown man’s actions cute; moreover, cuteness is not a plausible concept for a handsome, impressive, refined and tall businessman like Chanyeol…and it’s not like Baekhyun was attempting sweet-talk and flattery of any kind. At least not consciously.

Not that Chanyeol minded, as far as his answer is concerned. Remembering Chanyeol’s message, he reads it again, forgetting about his worries and proceeding to the aforementioned squealing session, smashing a pillow in his arms and biting it to muffle the sound. He might look this tad bit psychotic. Baekhyun can imagine the imperative pout on Chanyeol’s face right now. It’s 00.07. Late…

“Okay then…” Baekhyun smiles widely and reads it aloud as he types the rest of his message. “Merry Christmas, Chanyeol!!!^.^”

“Thank you, Baekhyun! That’s very cute :p”

The answer comes quickly and Baekhyun giggles. He vaguely notices that he didn’t mind it at all, that Chanyeol called his message cute in return, but it’s best if you don’t dwell on embarrassing times more than necessary, so he lets the thought dissolve in winter air. He falls back on his pillows, burying himself under the covers with the phone still in his hands. Baekhyun was never the sort of teenager to have these late night texting sessions with someone, mostly because there never was anyone as interesting to talk to, but now he feels like that a bit. Even if he is not a teenager anymore…

“Hey, Baekhyun…what are you doing on Christmas day?”

Baekhyun pauses and thinks about it. He has to get up at nine, which is something less than nine hours away, and then make himself a good breakfast before heading off to the orphanage. He has already picked the presents for the children and he has stacked them inside an enormous red bag which will be hard to maneuver; he should mind traffic on the way, and it won’t be easy with all the people flooding the streets of Seoul in the midst of festivities…He should also call his family in the morning to wish them happy Christmas and rent a movie on his way back home, one of the old Hollywood black-and-white ones that he loves to sing along to the musical parts.

He can’t give such a plain answer though. He will sound boring.

“I’ll eat tons of chocolate!!”

Yup, that sounds better.

“That sounds like a really great plan! I’m serious”

It is followed by a cute figure, nodding its enormous head in approval seriously. Baekhyun giggles and wonders where on the internet Chanyeol found that sticker.

“I know :p”

Baekhyun smiles to himself, thinking how much these messages sound like the real Chanyeol, talking and grimacing, and making Baekhyun squirm and squeal and laugh with his remarks and unexpected answers…The troubling thought of why does he allow himself to feel all those things is safely built in a wall for now, somewhere in the gangster neighborhoods of his mind. He bites his lips, hesitating momentarily, before writing his next message.

“How about you?”

It’s not too much to ask a friend what he will be doing on Christmas, right?

“I’ll sleep late and then watch movies until my family comes over for dinner. The whole lot of them. Again…-_-”

“It sounds nice”

“I’d rather spend the day somehow else, maybe with someone else, too…”

Baekhyun sighs. He knows by now that Chanyeol is not an ungrateful, insensitive, spoiled brat; he appreciates his family and the love and support they give him. But sometimes, Baekhyun has the feeling that Chanyeol is like a caged bird; his family and his name keep him somewhere away from the rest of the world, even at times when it would be nice to be with the rest of the world. He wishes he could reach out to Chanyeol, but he can’t do much, really. He can only be a friend from the distance.

“I hope there will be chocolate, at least”

Byun Baekhyun, you are So. Lame. Lamest of all lames. You need to get out of the house more often…He blushes furiously, burying his face in the pillows. He doesn’t know what else he should say; all his life, he has been spending the holidays celebrating with his family and friends or lazing at home. Maybe he has a few ideas about how someone could spend his holidays differently, but he has never tested them; like going out to a fancy club, all dressed up and excited, or to a prestigious cocktail party, to drink champagne with the rich, famous and good-looking, or cuddling with the person you love, but how would Baekhyun know about –wow, stop, this is a dangerous track of thought. And his message has been sent now, so there is nothing he can do about it.

“Hahaha, thank you, that’s a wonderful wish :)”

Baekhyun bites his lips with uncertainty. He is sure Chanyeol is not making fun of him, because it’s not his style to be ironic, but he is not sure if he is just being polite, because Chanyeol is a king soul like that, or of he is in fact in the same wavelength as Baekhyun, where we worship chocolate…That’s what you get for writing silly things first, he chides himself.

“If you could choose anything, what would you do on Christmas?”

Baekhyun tries to save the day by changing the subject slightly.

“I would eat tons of chocolate with you! If you would have me, of course. I promise I would let you eat all your favorites~”

Baekhyun has to read that more than once to understand what his eyes are seeing, and still he cannot understand it completely, even after all the mental effort. Maybe he’s really tired and his mind is playing games with him; there are these strange patterns of light at the edge of his sight, the ones with strange colors you can see behind your eyelids if you close your eyes, so maybe he is seeing other things, too, like letters mingled with wishful thinking and things veiled between the lines. But Chanyeol couldn’t have meant anything by it, right? He was just being funny and adorably sweet, so it’s probably useless to think about it.

“Are you asleep?”

Baekhyun stops staring at the previous message only to give a bewildered look at the one he received just now. He glances at the time only to realize that he had been staring at his phone for ten minutes. Ten minutes. Really? Baekhyun whimpers at the slow speed of his dazed brain and starts typing an answer, but Chanyeol beats him to it with another message.

“It’s okay if you fell asleep, I know it’s late and I am not mad at you, so don’t pout when you see these messages in the morning. Get a good night’s sleep Baek, and have happy dreams! I hope Santa Clause will bring you lots of chocolate this year! Have fun tomorrow and merry Christmas! And…Baekhyun…Goodnight!”

Undeniably, something melts inside Baekhyun when he sees the message and no, hearts don’t twirl after midnight, so he didn’t just feel anything like that. He smiles softly and whispers his response –which he will not type, because he doesn’t want to spoil the beautiful, sweet mood of Chanyeol’s last message, obviously.

“Goodnight, Chanyeol”

Baekhyun puts his phone aside, after setting the alarm. The hour is even later in the night, but he doesn’t feel as tired anymore. His smile feels permanently forged on his lips from the last minutes of texting with Chanyeol. He sighs in contentment, pulling his covers closer to his nose and snuggling comfortably.

He hasn’t seen Chanyeol ever since his birthday. At least, not in person. He has seen him in many magazines though! He has read even the small letters underneath each picture –not because he doesn’t know who Chanyeol is, but just to read his name. At the time, he thought that the event would have been the end of his time with the Park Chanyeol, but things didn’t happen as expected, just like the first time Baekhyun thought of the same thing. Chanyeol started it –even though Baekhyun can’t remember the first message, probably because it was something trivial, with a touch of cute, like Chanyeol’s way usually is–, and then they kept exchanging messages, sparsely at first and then more frequently, at least twice a week. Twice a week is a lot, considering that Chanyeol and Baekhyun haven’t seen each other in more than a month and that there is nothing particular they need to discuss.

It’s just friendly calls –well, they cannot make a call per se, because their schedules overlap in strange ways, so they settle for text messages and a few pictures of pretty things they feel like they need to share with each other. But, even if it’s just messages, Baekhyun feels like he is getting closer to Chanyeol, learning things about him, about his favorite things, his everyday life, his likes and dislikes…Just like a good friend.

Byun Baekhyun, who told you it’s okay to be good friends with the Park Chanyeol? Baekhyun ignores his brain because he feels sleepy and he wants to fall asleep with a smile, not stuck in a pit of self-doubt and insecurities. Besides, Chanyeol said it himself, over a cup of coffee and chocolate ice cream, that he wants to be friends with Baekhyun, because Baekhyun is nice. Chanyeol is nice, too…

Talking to Chanyeol like this makes him happy. He can share his worries and his joy, and Chanyeol always accepts him, he never judges him or makes fun of him. Talking to Chanyeol feels safe and comforting, and it helps cheer him up after a long day when he needs it. He goes to sleep more easily on the nights they talk and his dreams are sweeter.

Having Park Chanyeol in his life is unexpected, but it feels nice. Very nice.

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Kai shifts his eyes lazily to the left and then to the right. Gazing at the décor of the restaurant is not a new hobby, it’s not even interesting after Kai figured the shape of every ornament on the tables…but there is nothing else to do. He can see the flashes of the photographers going off every now and then, but he thinks it’s useless, because they are sitting at a private area away from the windows.

Who is ‘they’, you might ask…Kai and the girl. Don’t ask her name, he really can’t remember. It was something with an S, maybe? She’s from abroad so her surname is really hard to pronounce too, and Kai can’t remember that either. It’s not like he needs to address her anyway.

His father set this date for him –never mind it is Christmas Eve and Kai might have had some social obligations to fulfill. His father made him cancel everything; being his father’s son can be frustrating at times. He cannot understand why, if this girl is so important, he is the one who has to disappoint his friends and miss all the fun they had planned, to be here and feel bored out of his mind, instead of his father taking her out to dinner. And he has to wear a formal suit on top of it all, which is starting to get seriously suffocating and he feels like a penguin stranded in the Caribbean.

Did she just ask something? Kai blinks at her and gives a small smile, noticing that she is looking at him expectantly, with her blue eyes wide open and glinting. Thankfully, a smile seems to be all the answer she needs, because she smiles back and promptly goes on with whatever she was saying before –preventing Kai from giving her any embarrassing and awkward feedback. But he still cannot bring himself to pay any attention...

It’s not nice of him. Maybe she doesn’t mind, but he knows this is not the right way to treat your date; even if he was coerced into going out with her, it doesn’t change the fact that he is on a date with her as we speak. I feel guilty. She deserves better. She is kind and smart, and she must be very patient, if as of yet she hasn’t showered Kai with her drink and left because he is blatantly ignoring her. She is pretty too –although, what’s with all that glitter on her face? What is it with girls and glitter on this planet, generally; doesn’t the obsession end at some age?

In any case, she should spend her Christmas Eve with someone who actually cares about her and who would make her have fun. That person is certainly not Kai.

Nope.

Had it been any other Christmas Eve, he wouldn’t have minded going out with her, flirting with her and paying attention to her, making her smile. He wouldn’t have minded taking her with him to an outing at a club afterwards, combining this date with the plans he made with his friends. He wouldn’t have minded being the playboy he is known to be. And, although he can always pretend to be the same playboy, that would be twice unfair for the girl and he would feel even more guilty for giving her false hope.

This Christmas Eve, it is the scary truth that he is not the same man he was a year ago, or the years before that. It’s strange, how a pair of wide, chocolate brown eyes and heart shaped lips (that won’t leave Kai’s thoughts at any time of the day and night), a nice voice and temperamental behavior (that give him a hard time more often than not, but he oddly likes it) can change you so much…

The girl keeps going on and on about various topics, and the courses of their meal are served one after the other, but Kai glances at her only twice by chance and picks on his food with no appetite, with the name of a certain short, stubborn, moody, attractive, lovable someone resonating in his head, calling out to emptiness, all the while.

This must be the most miserable Christmas Eve he has ever spent, even more miserable than that year when Chanyeol left for Switzerland on Christmas vacation and Kai didn’t have anyone to steal bits of his mother’s gingerbread house with. He thought he knew about love, but now he realizes that his belief was false. This longing for someone is so…new. So depressing. So bittersweet. So suffocating. So wonderful.

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Luhan closes his laptop and, believe him, he would toss it at the wall with all his might, if it weren’t valuable to his job. Working at home is no different than working at the office, because it still gives him a headache and an awful mood. He might as well be part of the wretched one hundredth of the world’s population who have to work on Christmas day. And who have nowhere to go. And who have no one to visit. And who are single and left friend-less to survive the holidays by themselves.

Sorry, Tim, you don’t count.

Tim is the goldfish.

Luhan whimpers at his pathetic life and plops down on the couch, kicking the air manically. This can’t be my life. Luhan has a pretty face and a steady job with good salary, he’s young and healthy, and he is smart too, with a university degree to prove it. Maybe he is not the most pleasant person to be around all the time, but he can be nicer if he wants to! And it’s the holidays, of course he wants to! He wants to make plans and go out and have fun and drink and dance. He wants to laugh and hug someone and wish people ‘Merry Christmas’ and kiss someone under the mistletoe. He wants the normal stuff.

But there is no one for him, not a human soul.

Year, after year, after year.

Good job at making myself depressed; on Christmas day no less.

Luhan turns around feeling tired and gazes at Tim, swimming up and down. Tim is lonely too, Luhan knows. He is left alone in an empty house for too many hours every day and he doesn’t like the Christmas tree at the corner of the living room, he avoids looking at it, because it reminds him that he is alone during the most wonderful time of the year. He doesn’t even have a present under the tree…Luhan doesn’t have presents under the tree either, because the desire to rip some wrapper and open his presents got too overwhelming a few days ago.

Luhan takes a moment to think about what he could do today. He could change into warm clothes and go for a walk in the streets, that are all lit up and prettily decorated and full of people. And carols –so, no. Besides, who would want to leave behind the warmth of these soft, fuzzy, pink with cute pictures of bears pajamas? He grabs the blanket he left earlier on the armrest and drapes it over his body, bringing it up to his nose.

Is Tim cold, too? Can fish feel the cold like humans do? And what do you do to get them warm, boil the water? That doesn’t sound like a good idea now, does it...

Luhan thinks he could watch a movie, maybe something Disney or a Christmas classic. A cup of hot cocoa in hand would be nice too. But he has seen everything one too many times, he is out of cocoa since last night and Tim doesn’t like subtitles. Maybe he could cook something? He’s not in the mood to cook though –or start a fire in the kitchen, which is highly possible if he attempts to cook. Plus, cooking for one person is depressive. More so than his current situation.

Luhan growls, as he is starting to lose his temper. There is no way he is reading a book or a magazine or anything like that, because his eyes hurt and his head feels like it is being hammered from all directions if he tries to focus on something for too long. And he will not, will not open the laptop again, because he curses that hateful device to the pits of hell for reminding him that, no matter how much he works, there is always going to be a sunflower load of work to follow, demanding his attention and never giving him a rest, until he is sixty and he retires. Or maybe not even then, because he’ll probably have to babysit the Park and Kim idiots for a lifetime.

“Tim, do you have any ideas?” he asks, trying to forget his sudden irritation, because these are festive days, and he shouldn’t feel angry or sad. Although that’s all the emotional variety he has experienced today. He leans towards the goldfish. The fish only opens and closes his mouth, looking at Luhan and waiting to be fed –because that is all Tim ever does, he’s kinda taciturn. Luhan sighs in surrender.

“Fine then.” he decides on a whim, throwing the blanket off of him and getting off the couch decisively “It’s time to move on, little buddy. Birds eventually fly away from the nest and I guess something similar should apply to fish too. Groom yourself and prepare, practice your hitting lines and your smoldering gaze, because you’re going to meet the woman of your life today!”

No, Luhan is not insane. Much.

He just realized that if he is sad, his goldfish doesn’t have to be sad too. One of them could have a happier life. He rushes to his room and starts getting dressed, hissing when the cold denim touches his skin. But he needs appropriate clothes to look like a proper human –and not like a fluffy version of children’s room wallpaper, which might or might not be the amazing effect of his pajamas.

Luhan happens to know that the children next door have a goldfish too, and their mother asked him yesterday if he knew any pet shop where she could buy another one, because, apparently, ‘Anna’ is lonely and she wants ‘Elsa’ to play with. If Luhan hurries –and if this stupid zipper stops being stubborn –there are good chances he can offer them his goldfish as a play mate for theirs and the two pets can live happily ever after.  It’s like doing a good deed. He knows he will be left alone in the apartment after that, but he is willing to sacrifice their astounding talks, if it is for Tim’s happiness.

Luhan slips on his shoes and wraps a scarf around his neck for protection from the cold, mostly for psychological reasons, because the hallway outside his apartment is not all that cold to be honest. He grabs the fishbowl and gives a small speech to its living contents about playing nice with other fish. This might be slightly not normal.

He doesn’t bother locking his apartment and he just closes the door, walking five steps down the hallway and knocking on the door. He gives the fish a smile while they wait. Well, Tim, looks like you’ll be Elsa for the rest of your fishy days. It’s not like Luhan ever got any proof that Tim is not a girl…

The door swings open and the large smile of a child comes into view. She is not the girl Luhan knows from their elevator rides together every evening, when she comes back from school and he returns from work; this little girl must be the younger sister. Luhan smiles and waves friendly at the little girl.

“Hi! Merry Christmas!” he chirps and the girl smiles back timidly, murmuring her wishes in return, while hiding shyly behind the door. Oh, cuteness gracious, stahp it…“Can I speak to your mom?” Luhan asks and the girl nods before closing the door half way and running back inside the house.

From the crack of the door Luhan can see the large Christmas tree, overflowing with decorations and flooded with gifts at the base. The scent of delicious food tickles his nose and warmth is radiating from inside the house. Luhan always suspected it, and now he knows, that this is a good home and they will take good care of Tim/Elsa.

Their mother comes to the door and, after a short and friendly discussion with Luhan, the family accepts the goldfish. Luhan is mildly surprised that they didn’t even question his reasons –or his sanity –when he said the goldfish felt lonely because it was left alone in the house for too many hours every day. The girls take Tim –now, Elsa, the Queen of Snow –and start the process of getting the two fish acquainted; but they make sure to let Luhan know, before they leave, that he can visit his fish any time. They seem like good people.

What has Luhan even more surprised, is that he ends up staying for dinner, after much persuasion on the woman’s side and a friendly welcome from her husband. He is named ‘Luhan, the flower boy next door’ –Luhan suspects that someone in this house watches too many dramas and movies –and he has such a nice time with the family, eating delicious food, having easy discussions, playing board games with the girls and opening presents, that he forgets he was supposed to be wallowing in his misery in the apartment across the hall. There’s hope for everyone during the Christmas holidays, it seems.

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Chanyeol blinks up at the sky. The clouds are white and the air is chilly, biting his cheeks and painting them bright red. It might snow soon. His dark blue suit is not an outfit appropriate to survive the weather of this season, but he didn’t think of grabbing a scarf before he sneaked out from the kitchen to get some fresh air in the garden.

The neighborhood is quiet and most people are inside their warm and cozy homes, celebrating Christmas with friends and family, under glittery decorations, with glasses of champagne at hand. Chanyeol’s house is full of people too –maybe a bit too full to be comfortable. Family is love, and he is grateful for having so many people to share his life with, but it gets suffocating sometimes; maybe it’s because of the expectations they have. Every aspect of his life is under scrutiny and it feels…uncomfortable. Smiling at everyone when he feels really tired is uncomfortable too. He just needed some air.

Chanyeol tries to make happy thoughts. He needs to recharge his smile during these few moments of peace and quiet he has to himself and then go back inside to join the rest for lunch.

He thinks of the huge hug his little cousin gave him when she arrived this morning and the blinding smile on her lips when she saw her present from Chanyeol under the tree, wrapped in pink paper. He thinks of the way his mother woke him up this morning, ruffling his hair like she used to do when he was younger, and then telling him she has missed having him around, now that he lives in a separate home. He thinks of the box of chocolates he hid childishly under the tree, to open them and eat them later, when the house will be quiet again. At the idea of chocolates, he thinks back to the messages he exchanged with Baekhyun last night; and that’s when his smile finally cracks on his lips.

The snow starts falling, swaying in the air and dancing gracefully in pretty, white flakes. The dry, crystal air swooshes by and the snowflakes travel even further, swirling and twirling, and creating a frosty veil, and he is pretty sure he can hear music in the way they whirl and loop, creating beautiful patterns. Then, they land smoothly, resting from their journey and painting everything in a glinting white color.

Chanyeol has always liked the snow; he likes the cold generally. Kai used to whine every year when Chanyeol dragged him out of the house to play in the snow –and why does no one in this life seem to understand and share Chanyeol’s overflowing excitement sometimes?– but he always came out with Chanyeol anyway, tugging his scarf up to his nose and mumbling behind it. Chanyeol remembers throwing extra condensed frozen handfuls at him and cackling like crazy.

Without Chanyeol’s permission, his mind starts wondering down other paths. Does Baekhyun like the cold and snow? Does he have memories of playing around, chasing the descending snowflakes and building snowmen? What might he be doing right now? Is he watching this pretty sight of the first snow falling softly from the sky? What are his thoughts as he watches the snow? Is he dressed warmly enough? Is he we wearing his scarf and gloves?

Why is Chanyeol always thinking of these things? Jeez, my creepy brain needs a leash.

Chanyeol clasps his hands theatrically and sighs dramatically, looking up at the fluffy, white sky, feeling frozen sprinkles perch on his eyelashes. And here goes the Question.

“Am I whipped or am I whipped?”

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a/n. Happy new year everyone! I hope you enjoyed this Christmas-related chapter; there’s baekyeol fluff, chocolate, snow, glitter, lovesick Jongin, family warmth for Luhan and our guest star: Tim/Elsa the goldfish!

I hope you guys are spending your days superbly and that you had a good rest during the holidays. Make sure you plan many wonderful things for your new year and fall in love! (and send me some love too, because I’ll be studying and taking exams until mid February) I’ll try to update in the meantime, but I can’t promise anything. What I can promise you though, is even more fluff in the upcoming chapters, so please anticipate them!

Spend the halcyon days of winter gathering some sun! I love you! Until next time, kitty~