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It’s that time of the year everyone loves and enjoys.
The snow is falling slowly from the sky on the busy streets with people who are stuffed in their warm jackets and hats down on their faces. They are rushing from store to store to get their loved ones a suitable present and getting groceries from the supermarket so they can do a last minute cookie baking with their young children. Teenagers in front of the big glamorous Christmas tree in all his colors and lights just to take one of their dozen couple pictures to post them on social media.
Children writing letters to Santa Claus with colorful drawings next to the unreadable words. The house is shining with lights and Christmas decoration as they put the last ornaments on the Christmas tree while the radio is playing softly in the background with the typical seasonal songs everyone knows.
It’s all magical and beautiful and Namjoon would love it too, if he wasn’t be Santa Claus’ son.
When parents tell their children about the heavy man riding a gigantic sled with flying reindeers and the loudest and kindest laugh you will remember all your life, it’s something Namjoon just rolls his eyes about.
It’s not wrong, really, but its also not the whole truth. Heavy man riding in a gigantic sled with flying reindeers? Sure. Loudest and kindest laugh? No, that’s not his father. After hundreds of years doing the same thing all over again and again, his father is just stressed and annoyed all the time. Especially on Christmas Eve.
And when his father is annoyed, everyone is pissed. Have you ever seen Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer in a bad mood? It’s the worst.
That’s why his father can’t wait for his retirement and give Namjoon the title of the new Santa Claus, and no, Namjoon is not happy about it. It’s just not fair, why him? He isn’t even the oldest. Why can’t Yoongi do it? Okay, he and his father don’t really have the best relationship with each other because Yoongi and the Grinch are best buddies, but his father just had to grow out of the whole we are rivals phase.
“Namjoon, could you please stop pulling such a long face?”, Namjoon almost forgot about the man sitting next to him.
He and his father are currently on their next and (final) stop to Busan for the night. It’s almost four am and Namjoon just wants to go home and sleep through the whole next year. It’s his third time being his fathers apprentice on Christmas Eve and delivering the presents is the most exhausting work you have to do as the Santa Claus.
They fought for the fifth time already this night, either when Namjoon did something he isn’t supposed to do, or the list of presents were in the wrong order (the elf’s fault), or Rudolph was just too stupid to go to the right direction.
Namjoon grumbles as he tries to fix his stupid uniform. The stupid Santa Claus outfit everyone knows, the elf’s really need to step up their game because the thing what Namjoon is wearing right now is really not fashionable at all. He looks like an idiot in red.
As the sled slowly came to a hold on a roof of an apartment complex, Namjoon didn’t waste any more time to get away from the reindeers terrible driving abilities and to snatch, now, small bag of presents.
He didn’t even think about giving his father an answer because he just wants the job to be done so they can go home. Only five more presents for him to give out as long as Santa Claus will do the rest of the city.
“If you behave like a little child, Joon, you can add the Park’s on your list, too.”, his father says as Namjoon was on his way to his first house. He stops in his tracks and looks back to his father.
“But-“, he couldn’t finish his sentence as his father throws a fancy wrapped package in his direction. Thanks to Namjoon’s fast reflex the Christmas present did not land on his face.
“No ‘but’s and now, go!”, was the final words of his father.
Namjoon just groans as he stuffs the package into his bag. That Park kid will get his present at the very end of the night.
Namjoon stumbles into the apartment. The whole magical appearing into a random house was always something he hated. After the industrial revolution led to futuristic buildings, chimneys were long gone so the employee’s of Santa needed to get a solution for that quickly.
That’s why Namjoon had that stupid glove on. Whenever he wanted to get through doors he had to rub his clothed finger under his nose and think of the kids name and all of a sudden he stands in a random room he has never been in before. His father always told him he will get used to it after some years but no, Namjoon loses his balance all the time.
He tightens his grip on the bag as he moves forward into the room. He only has to find the Christmas tree and throw that children’s present underneath it and after that he will call it a night. But he stops. He is in an apartment that isn’t on his list, a gadget that usually helps him to find the Christmas tree. That means he doesn’t know where the living room is. And right in front of him are three doors.
Namjoon wants to scream, to throw that dumb present out of the window and to go back to the sled like nothing happened. His father knew that and he wants Namjoon to struggle for not behaving like he wants.
He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, he will just trust his gut feeling. After all those years of training he has to be able to know what he is doing, right? Right. He stares at the first door next to him, his palm touches the door handle and he just has to go inside and see a decorated Christmas tree, with some cookies on the side and a glass of milk (he absolutely will not drink nor eat, if he would, he would get as fat as his father).
He pushes the handle down and is surprised with a bright room, so he was right! The tree is glowing in all his lights, with his thousand of pine needles sticking out of the wood and the colorful ornaments hanging from- a boy?
There is no tree.
He is in a bedroom.
A boy. With blond hair, sitting on the big bed and dressed in an oversized white pullover and his petite legs wrapped in red stockings, phone in his tiny hand and he is looking directly in Namjoon’s direction.
Namjoon watches as his eyes widened and his features start to look panicked. He is clenching his hands on his chest as he starts to inhale a sharp breath into his lungs and at that moment Namjoon finally reacts because the boy in front of him is about to scream.
His legs are moving and his hand lands on the boy’s mouth to muffle the panicked scream, bringing them both down onto the mattress and the bag landing on the floor next to them. Namjoon is having a hard time to keep his hand on the blond’s mouth and trying not to get punched in the face as the other one started to struggle underneath him.
“Hey! Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you”, and at that he felt a strong blow into his stomach, bringing his arms around his mid era. Namjoon doesn’t notice how the boy slips out from his grip and is now pressed on the wall behind of him.
“Who are you? Oh my god please don’t kill me-“
“I’m not going to kill you! Could you please calm down?”, and at that the boy just looks at him with fear covering his features. His eyes wander up and down Namjoons body and they finally land on the bag on the floor, a small wrapped package visible in it.
“Who are you!?”, he asked again. “You look like some cheap-“, he is trying to kick Namjoon, “-Christmas serial killer!”
Namjoon sighs at the outburst from him again as he dodges the feet before they will harm his stomach again. How can he calm him down? He is really getting on his nerv- the pixie dust! Why didn’t he think about that earlier?
He got that small bag full of that powdery glitter as emergency equipment for children that wake up accidentally or try to stay up to get a glimpse of Santa Claus. Namjoon grabs into his pocket as he catches one of the others legs as he still tries to punch Namjoon.
“Let me go, you pervert!”
As soon as Namjoon got a handful of dust into his hand he doesn’t waste any more time to bring his hand to his lips to blow it into the boy’s direction. Caught off guard, the other one stops his movements and starts coughing as soon as the pixie dust hits his face.
Namjoon looks at him with a smile but it fades immediately as he notices that he is still very awake.
“W-What the fuck was that?”, the pretty boy covers his lips with his hands as he still coughs. Namjoon looks at his glittery hand, trying to figure out why it didn’t work out and- Namjoon is so stupid!
“You are over 12, right?”, the pixie dust is made for kids, little children. And the boy in front of him doesn’t even look like a teenager anymore.
“Of course I’m over 12! What are you, a pedophile?”, he says shocked.
Oh my god, Namjoon just wants to go home.
“I’m not a pedophile!”, that’s it. “I’m not a serial killer, I’m not a pedophile or whatever you are thinking right now,” he takes a deep breath before saying, “I’m Santa Claus’ son!”.
He said it. Namjoon just exposed himself in front of some random dude just because he couldn’t stop acting like an idiot. He is pretty sure that now he is in trouble, he will probably get kidnapped and soon his face will be on every newspaper with the title Santa Claus Is Real? or something like that.
Maybe Namjoon is the one who should be scared.
But he gets interrupted in his thoughts as the boy in front of him just starts to laugh, he throws his head back so his blond bangs expose his forehead and his arms are around his stomach as he starts to cough once again.
Namjoon just looks at him in shook as his face begins to turn warm. All the hard work and years of training just to get laughed at? So rude. His father always told him how all the people love Santa Claus and they all wanted to know more about the stories of his father.
When the smaller one finally calmed down he takes some deep breaths as he smirks at Namjoon. “So you are Santa Claus’ son? It’s not like our Christmas tree is stocked with presents for me and my little brother already.”
Namjoon huffs as he crosses his arms in front of chest, the boy is annoying and disrespectful. At least he is not screaming anymore or trying to kill Namjoon. He snatches the bag from the floor not far away from to pull out the present in all his glory.
“Did you never notice how there is always one present under the tree that looks different from the others?”, he shoves the present into the others face as he explains further, “Or your parents silently arguing about who of them both bought it for your brother?”
The blondes face looks irritated at the present in front him, ready to speak but Namjoon wasn’t done yet. “And its always this present the child loves the most because we know what he wishes for the most! I trained so long to do this kind of job and do you want to know when we start to prepare for Christmas? In July, because we need to know every kid’s dream present.”
When Namjoon is finally done, the boy slowly reaches forward for the present. He takes the package into his hands as he quietly traces his fingers above the red fancy paper and a green ribbon wrapped carefully around it. As his fingers finally meet the small note that is attached to it, he opens it to read the fancy written message on it.
Dear Jihyun, I wish you a merry Christmas.
Best regards. Santa Claus.
It was the present for his little brother Namjoon came here for in the first place. He watches the others eyes as they still linger on the note and all of a sudden Namjoon sees it, a sparkle. It’s small and unnoticeable but Namjoon catches it in the right moment in the eyes of the other as he touches the blondie’s forehead with his clothed hand.
Park Jimin
There it is. Jimin believes him.
This time Namjoon’s voice is way softer when Jimin looks at him again. “Do you believe me now, Jimin?”
Jimin blinks slowly as his brain starts to work again as he nods. “So… you are really his son?”
Namjoon snickers at the others reaction. “The one and only.”
That’s the only thing that takes Jimin to start throwing questions at Namjoon. About his father, the workers, Rudolph, the flying with the sled, how he was able to get into apartments, how he knows every child’s address and wishlist and so on.
Namjoon wasn’t really in the mood to talk about his job but it is also refreshing to find someone who isn’t involved in his family business, so he keeps talking and chatting about as much as possible what Jimin wants to know.
He feels a cold shiver creeping on his skin. His coat loosens around his chest from the whole exercise with Jimin so he unbuckles the belt around his waist to adjust his outfit again while he starts to talk about the power his glove holds and how tiring it was to memorize the whole operating instructions from that piece of fabric.
He misses the way how Jimin’s gaze lingers on his naked chest, following his movements of his hands that grip tightly on his uniform. The blonds mouth closes as he swallows visible at Namjoon’s body.
“Why are you even awake at this hour?”, Namjoon finally asks, after the last questions was answered.
Jimin only shrugs his shoulders as an amused smirk appears on his face, his head turns to look at the other side of the room. Namjoon follows his movements as his eyes land on a full-length mirror.
“Nothing fancy”, he pauses before raising an eyebrow, “do you know OnlyFans by any chance?”
“Only- what?” No, Namjoon didn’t know what that was, maybe some kind of website? It’s not like Namjoon doesn’t have any access to the internet, but he is working full time and when he is not working, he enjoys being alone with his face stuffed into one of his a favorite novels.
“Oh, it’s just something I really enjoy doing, you wanna see?”, Jimin reaches forward as his eyes sparkle in a way Namjoon has never seen before. It’s not the same sparkles as earlier when the younger realized Namjoon was telling the truth. It’s something more intense.
He hesitates before nodding his head, so Jimin takes Namjoon’s clothed hand in his both hands.
“Do you want to see what else these hands can do, Namjoon?”, he says seductively, with his eyes fixed on his own, flickering to his lips for a quick second.
Namjoon gulps as he watches Jimin slowly moving his plump lips to his middle finger to bite into the material. His fingers wander under the fabric and Namjoon slightly gasps from the soft touch as Jimin pulls the glove over his hand with his teeth before dropping it on the bed.
His fingers start to gently caress his hand, Namjoon feeling wet kisses on his palm. Jimin’s lips touch his skin from his palm, to his fingers, to his fingertips till he drops his jaw open and takes them into his mouth.
Namjoon can’t believe what is happening right now as Jimin slowly starts to wet his fingers with is tongue and slowly bob his head. He feels a hot wave flushing into his groin.
He knows better than not to get hard on the sight of some stranger he only met ten minutes ago but with Jimin’s half lidded eyes watching every reaction on his face as his glossed lips take his fingers in such a hot way, he can’t resist anymore.
He starts to move his fingers in Jimin’s mouth, catching him off guard as his eyes widen for a moment before Jimin moves his hands down to Namjoon’s thighs to give him full control.
Namjoon takes this opportunity to try out how far he can go. With every few more centimeters Namjoon watches how Jimin tries his best not to pull back. He rests them onto Jimin’s hot tongue for a while before pulling them out until his fingertips are brushing his lips to just push back in again.
He feels the vibration from Jimin’s whine as he starts to steadily thrust his fingers into his throat.
His brown eyes shine with tears as his grip on Namjoon thighs tightened. Jimin’s pullover slides down on his shoulder exposing soft and clean skins and Namjoon just wants to see more.
So he stops and takes his finger out of his mouth, giving Jimin the chance to breathe properly again as he feels his hot breath against his skin. Namjoon traces his spit covered index and middle finger around his lips as they start to shine glossy from his own saliva.
Namjoon finally takes his hand away from Jimin’s face to grab his tiny waist, Jimin lets out a small surprised sound as Namjoon guides him onto his lap.
They waste no time to connect their lips together. The kiss is fast, needy and sloppy as Jimin buries his hands into his black hair. They moan into each other’s mouths as their throbbing boners brush.
It’s not long till both of them start to undress the other one, Jimin’s soft pullover finding its way on the floor, followed by Namjoon’s uniform. Leaving them both only in their underwear.
Jimin is pushed back onto the mattress, his lips are swollen as he catches his breathing from the kissing. With the pullover gone he sees the lingerie in his full glory. His wine-red stockings are connected to a garter on his waist, tracing above the matching lace panties underneath it.
He looks beautiful.
Namjoon’s hands touches his hips to see how small he looks under his frame, pushing him down on the mattress, he appears even softer with the dim light in the room.
“Gosh, you are so pretty, Jimin.”, he says under his breath as he leans down to leave a kiss on his neck and then again, again and again till he sucks small bruises on his skin.
He hears Jimin’s breath hitching as he started to draw his lips down to his chest, then waist, then stomach, till he stops right above his dick under his briefs.
Sweet noises leave Jimin’s mouth as he kisses his length till he reaches his leaking tip. He hovers above it as he noticed how Jimin slowly loses his patience and he tries to thrust his hips towards Namjoon’s face. A smile appears on his lips as he draws away from Jimin’s dick, bringing him to frustratingly whine out loud.
“Not so fast”, and with that Jimin’s just gives him a cute pout before Namjoon reaches down to Jimin’s legs, straightening himself.
He shoves him roughly to his own body to let Jimin’s legs rest on his shoulders. His hands travel down to his waist again, slipping under the lace garter ready to undress it from Jimin’s frame.
He looks up to the others face, seeing how he is observing every movement from Namjoon till he catches his eyes. His face is red from embarrassment and his brows are furrowed in concentration.
Namjoon smiles at the cute impression on the blond’s face, revealing his dimples for the first time. Jimin’s eyes widen as his cheeks are getting even darker in color.
He tucks on the garter. “Is this okay?”
He sees as Jimin’s mouth turn into a small smile at the other’s words.
“Yes, of course.”
And with Jimin’s permission he leans down to kiss him softly while pulling the fabric down. Jimin helps him as he pushes his hips up so it’s easier to get the material away from him.
“If I do anything you don’t like, just tell me and I will stop, okay?”, he asks again just to make sure.
They are looking into each others eyes before Jimin gives him a small nod and this time its Jimin’s turn to lean forward to catch Namjoon’s lips.
The sweet kiss turns hot in a second as soon as the garter and stockings are removed, their tongues exploring the others mouth as spit traces down Jimin’s corner of his mouth.
Jimin presses his body tightly against Namjoon’s as his hands wander to his briefs to finally strip them down, since Jimin is almost naked as well. And Namjoon lets him.
His underwear drops to his knees while he breaks the kiss with a groan because he feels Jimin’s fingers brushing against his hard dick. He feels how the blondes lips turn into a smile as he takes his reaction as a go for his actions.
Jimin’s palm touches Namjoon’s thick length and he feels how Jimin’s fingers are not able to reach completely around himself.
“You are so tiny, Jimin”, he huffs out as Jimin slowly starts to stroke him.
“Yeah, am I?”, he smirks at Namjoon’s quick breathing. Jimin is doing this agonizingly slow.
With Jimin’s free hand he brushes through Namjoon’s hair, feeling the short undercut under his fingers before sliding his hand to his head to bring him down to Jimin’s shoulder.
“Do you like that?”, he whispers into his ear while his hand get to his tip, playing with it as he smears the others pre-cum around his skin. Namjoon’s whole body shudders when Jimin squeezes his dick, letting out a breathy moan.
“Jimin- lube, now”, is the only thing Namjoon presses through gritted teeth before removing himself from Jimin so he doesn’t come yet.
The blonde only giggles at him and gives him a small kiss on the cheek before moving to his night stand to expose a variation of condoms and different scented types of lube. Namjoon would probably comment on Jimin’s hobby of collecting sex utensils but he was distracted by Jimin’s face.
The longer Namjoon observes every detail from his perfectly shaped nose, his flawless skin, his cute lips to his styled brows, he thinks that Jimin is impossibly beautiful. He met elves with long ears or speaking reindeers, but right now, he just met an angel for the first time in his life.
He comes back to life when he sees Jimin holding blueberry scented lube and a condom wrapped in gold in his direction. He looks so damn innocent, fuck.
Namjoon steals one more kiss before removing Jimin’s last piece of clothing, revealing his cute, red dick.
He watches as Jimin takes the packaging into his mouth just to rip it open better. He reveals the condom and spits the plastic out, handing it to Namjoon. Namjoon does quick work with it while Jimin is on his elbows, watching him. Always watching.
Namjoon takes one of Jimin’s pillows to lay it underneath his ass. The bottle of lube opens with a popping sound and Namjoon drops the cold liquid generously onto the same fingers Jimin just had in his throat a few moments ago.
He hears Jimin gasp as his one finger reaches on his entrance, his finger caressing his soft skin. Namjoon captures his lips again and to be honest, he never wants to stop. He loves how Jimin’s lips feel on his own, how they start to lightly move against each other and small smacking noises fill the room.
“If its too much for you, just tell me, okay?”, he says when lips are just barely touching and breathing each other’s air, his hand finding Jimin’s as they intertwine them together.
Before Jimin can give him a proper nod he pushes his middle finger into him. His face turns into a frown and he starts to whine when Namjoon’s finger comes to a halt.
Namjoon waits for a moment, when he sees how Jimin’s face relaxes a bit he starts to move. It doesn’t take long before Jimin asks for the next one and Namjoon obeys happily.
His fingers start to work as they scissor and move, spread and prepare. The younger’s breathing gets heavier with every thrust and he feels how he tries his best to contain his moans. But every time Namjoon roughly thrusts into him he feels like he sees stars, clenching around the the older’s fingers.
Without any warning Namjoon inserts a third finger, getting rewarded with a loud moan from the boy underneath him. His steady trust begin to pick up pace.
He feels how Jimin’s hand tightens around his own and the other one finding its way to Namjoon’s neck. The room is filled with Jimin’s love sounds when he tries to meet Namjoon’s hand.
All of a sudden he sees how Jimin quickly shakes his head and tears build into his eyes and his fingernails are digging into his skin. “Stop”, he breaths out and Namjoon does instantly.
“Angel, what’s wrong?”, he pulls his fingers out carefully as the other one starts to stroke his cheek.
Namjoon’s head is filled with worried thoughts, he just hopes he didn’t hurt Jimin in any way. If he was too rough or just didn’t notice his discomfort, but Jimin just shakes his head again as he swallows the collected spit down.
“No- its nothing. Just- I want to come on your cock, please”, he says breathy.
Namjoon’s features turn from concern to a knowing smirk. So he was doing anything but a bad job before.
“Please? What a polite boy I have right here”, Namjoon kisses the younger’s forehead. Jimin was trying to kill him and now he is politely asking if Namjoon can fuck him stupid. It’s funny. It really is.
But his angel will get whatever he wants.
Namjoon straightens himself as he lines up his dick on Jimin’s asshole. He looks at the others face again just to make sure but Jimin just takes a deep breath before nodding. Namjoon leans down, catching his lips for a slow kiss before pushing in.
Jimin breaks the kiss, his whole face changing into agony and a whine escapes his mouth. Namjoon hushes him as he comes to a halt.
“You are doing great, angel.”, he says between chased kisses. Both of his hands find Jimin’s again, giving them circular strokes.
Jimin gives him a soft squeeze, symbolizing to keep going. Namjoon moves for a few more centimeters before stopping once again for a kiss and then pushing completely inside when he feels how Jimin’s body relaxes under his grip.
Jimin releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he feels so full. “Gosh,” he cries, “you are so big”.
And with that, Namjoon pulls out just to push back inside. He watches as Jimin’s face changes and his mouth drops open. Namjoon removes his hands from Jimin’s to sit up properly, his hands on Jimin’s waist to steadily thrust into the younger.
Jimin bites onto his lip as Namjoon picks up the pace. He swallows his moans into his throat, not wanting someone to hear him accidentally. He frantically clutches the sheets underneath him as Namjoon thrusts deeply, precisely into his tight walls.
“N-Namjoon, I- please”, he watches as the blond breaks underneath him, turns into a whimpering mess for more. Jimin looks at him with shiny eyes. Namjoon feels his own body getting too hot as sweat starts to form on his skin.
But Namjoon doesn’t want it to stop yet, so he slows down his thrust, getting an unsatisfied whine from Jimin. He grabs Jimin’s ankle to leave a feather like kiss on it. He starts to roll his hips before thrusting hard into him and Jimin sucks in a breath, thrashing his head back.
He continues with some more sharp thrusts. “So good, angel, only for me”, before kissing Jimin on the lips, his dick sliding out so he can easily flip Jimin over.
Jimin lets out a surprised gasp as he lands on his chest, big hands on his hips to get him in the right position, Namjoon seeing Jimin’s ass for the first time and fuck, is there anything that is not perfect about him?
Namjoon wastes no more time to quickly press the tip of his dick through Jimin’s rim. He starts fucking him again in a fast pace, not caring how loud his balls slap against the other’s skin and it seems like its not only him but Jimin also finally lets out high and breathy moans.
He loves how both of their bodies feel against each other’s, feeling the soft skin from Jimin on his skin as he grabs his hips roughly, leaving bruises on them. He sees how Jimin’s ass bounces and his shoulder blades are trembling from the pleasure.
Namjoon angles his hips differently, trying to fuck him senseless, as he hears Jimin cry out on one especially hard thrust.
“Fuck, there, please- oh my god”, So he keeps it that way, staying in that position as he hits Jimin’s prostate again and again.
Namjoon catches Jimin’s hand reaching down onto his own dick from the corner of his eyes, so he grabs Jimin’s upper arms to bring his back on Namjoon’s chest, to lock him in place.
“Angel, none of that. I want you to come only on my cock.”, he whispers low as Jimin whines in disappointment before bringing his ass impatiently down on Namjoon’s dick.
Namjoon just smirks as he lets Jimin do the work while he sucks and bites onto his skin. Jimin’s thighs start to tremble and his head drops forward. Namjoon brings their bodies together again, meeting Jimin’s thrusts.
Jimin’s back arches as Namjoon finally starts fucking into him again, his moans hitch higher and higher as he starts to grab Namjoon’s hands from behind. Namjoon thrusts into him as fast as possible and Jimin starts to full on cry as his body starts to tense around Namjoon’s dick, symbolizing him that he is close.
“Yes, angel, just like that, come for me”, Jimin cries out words the older can’t understand, his tears are dripping down onto the sheets. Namjoon’s thrusts lose rhythm and he finds himself on the edge as Jimin starts to shake.
He screams as his orgasm hits him, Namjoon’s name on his lips. Namjoon fucks him through it all and after not having to worry about Jimin’s release, just brutally smacks his hips into his ass. After a few more thrusts he comes, inside Jimin’s tight walls.
They both stay in that position while they get their breathing under control, before Namjoon collapses onto Jimin, pressing him face down into the pillows. He feels Jimin struggle under him as he protests.
“You are heavy!”, Namjoon rolls over on his side, his soft dick slipping out from him as he finally lets Jimin rest.
The older smiles as Jimin peaks out from the cushion to shyly look at him, his face mirroring Namjoon’s and then they both start laughing, exposing teeth and all of a sudden Namjoon feels hands around his torso.
He looks down on blonde hair as Jimin still cutely giggles against his neck, snuggling against him even though they both are covered in sweat, cum and smell like sex. But he feels too right in his arms when Namjoon kisses the top of his head and his other hand traces lines on his back.
They lie in each other’s embrace as the laughter dies down and Namjoon slowly feels how Jimin’s body starts to relax. His breath becoming even, symbolizing he has fallen asleep.
He kisses his head once again when he carefully slides out from the others grasp. He takes the blanket and tosses it over the smaller’s frame, watching as he cuddles himself into the warmth, making Namjoon smile softly.
Namjoon pulls the condom off of his dick and throws it in the nearest trash bin and gathers up his clothes from the floor. He dresses quickly before picking the bag up, Jihyun’s present lying neatly on the night stand.
He goes back to the bed as he kneels down next to Jimin’s sleeping frame. He strokes his blonde hair away from his forehead before leaning forward to give him one last kiss.
The night turns into the day as the sky slightly turns into a lighter shade of blue, his father will kill him, he probably spent more than two hours here. He stands up to finally go out of the room when suddenly he feels someone grabbing his wrist.
He looks down to see Jimin’s half opened eyes.
“Will you… come back?”, he says, his voice filled with sadness.
“I promise.”, he didn’t even thought about anything else before these words escaped his mouth, he is not supposed to tell Jimin he will come back, when himself doesn’t know if it’s possible for him to leave from home.
But his heart feels warm under Jimin’s eyes and tells him that it is okay to want to see Jimin again
Jimin’s face lights up and small crescent moons appear on his eyes, as he puckers his lips, wanting one more kiss, and how could he say no to that?
But the kiss is short, although filled with feelings as they smack their lips together, moving slowly against each other’s and he feels his stomach filling with butterflies and he never wants to leave.
But he has to. So he breaks the kiss, looking into brown eyes that could hold his world, if they had met under other circumstances - not him accidentally breaking in Jimin’s room at four am - they could have fallen in love.
Maybe the universe had planned all that for them all along. Maybe it’s not over yet and the stars in Jimin’s eyes lead him into a future with both of them together. Maybe they are able to change the now and then.
“Wait for me?”
“Wait for you.”
And with that, he leaves.
Maybe Christmas Eve wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.