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Cold hits the side of Minho’s neck, makes him yelp as it drips underneath his scarf and down his collar. Minho whips around and sees the culprit, white left over on Jisung’s black glove as he bends himself in half in laughter.
Minho jumps into action, scoops up some snow, makes a ball, and shoots it at Jisung, hitting the star on the tree on his jumper. Minho runs for cover, hears something hit the tree as he hides behind it, peers around when there’s quiet and sees nothing.
Well, he sees people walking down the pathway and bare trees but no Jisungs. He steps back behind the tree, a mistake as something hits his back, he turns and there he is laughing again.
“2-1, baby, I’m winning.” Jisung beams and scrambles for snow the same time as Minho does, both flinging a poor ball at the other, sprinkles of snow ricocheting off the nearby winter flowers. “3-2, I win!” Jisung yells and jumps into the arms of his enemy in the snowball fight, presses a kiss to Minho’s cheek in pure joy.
“Congratulations, love.” Minho can’t help the smile that takes over his face, can’t find it in himself to care about losing the impromptu snowball fight as Jisung giggles when Minho spins him.
“Come on, baby.” Jisung smiles as Minho sets him down, pecks his cheek and takes his hand to lead him down the path and out the park, “let’s get hot cocoa on our way home.”
Jisung holds his hand tightly as they navigate between people, the crisp cold making their breaths fog as they exhale. Icicles adorn the trees as they walk by, and camellias blow in the wind as Jisung happily points at the lights strung up everywhere.
Minho wraps his arm around Jisung’s as they make their way home, their hot chocolate warming them up as they hold onto each other tighter when they encounter patches of black ice. Minho giggles and leans over to kiss Jisung’s rosy cheeks before licking a line across his upper lip, hums at the taste of cream melting in his mouth.
“Gone?” Jisung laughs and licks the top of his own lip, takes a sip of his hot cocoa and adds a new layer to his lip.
“Babe, put the lid on.” Minho chuckles and disconnects his arm from Jisung’s to swipe his thumb over Jisung’s lip, pouts when he looks down at his gloved hand.
“You should’ve just licked it clean,” Jisung half scolds through a smile as he playfully smacks Minho’s arm, connecting their arms again and leading them into their building. “Warmth, alas!” Jisung exclaims and bumps their shoulders together before pressing the elevator button. “Baby, let’s open one gift for Christmas Eve.” Jisung jumps on the spot, his upbeat energy radiating off him as a smile covers his face.
“I’ll open you?” Minho questions and pulls Jisung onto the elevator, presses their floor and shields his chest as Jisung smacks him again, his closed fist barely touching Minho’s chest.
“Okay, baby, you can open me, but I want to open a present,” Jisung says through an eye roll and sticks his arm against Minho’s.
“You are my present baby,” Minho murmurs in Jisung’s ear, drops a kiss onto the shell and drags them both to their door when the elevator pings open.
“You’re making me look bad,” Jisung whines as Minho unlocks their door, “okay let me do that again,” Jisung says as they enter their apartment.
They set down their drinks to take off their coats and shoes and unwrap their scarves. Jisung holds onto Minho’s hand and says, “baby, say let’s open a gift tonight,” then finishes off his hot coca, smacking his lips and licking them.
“Hm?” Minho asks and watches Jisung’s pink tongue lick at his plush lips.
“Say let’s open a gift tonight,” Jisung repeats as Minho takes a step closer, uses his other hand to snake around Jisung’s waist to pull him flush against him.
Minho leans in and licks at Jisung’s lips, hums at the faint chocolate taste, licks into his mouth and hums again at the pronounced taste of chocolate and Jisung.
“Minho love,” Jisung says between kisses, wraps an arm around Minho’s neck and kisses him back, “say,” kiss, “let’s,” kiss, “open,” Minho grips Jisung’s jaw, pulls back as he moves his hand down Jisung’s face until he’s at his chin, hooks his thumb behind Jisung’s bottom teeth and pulls his mouth open.
“Open,” Minho murmurs and swaps his thumb for his tongue. Jisung giggles into the kiss and again when Minho’s hands move down his body, squeezes his ass before laughing into Jisung’s mouth.
“Baby, say it.” Jisung pulls back and whines, moans when Minho begins to suck at his neck.
“Am I not making you feel good baby?” Minho mumbles as he unsticks his face from Jisung’s neck, eyes half lidded.
“Yes, love.” Jisung nods, couples it with a smile as he brushes Minho’s hair from his face. “Gifts?” Jisung asks as his smile broadens, his cheeks bunching up.
“Want to open me up baby?” Minho asks, voice pitched low as he dives in for another kiss but fingers press over his mouth, effectively stopping the kiss.
Minho whines in the back of his throat as Jisung disengages from his hold, Minho’s hands falling away from his ass as Jisung drags him into the living room.
“Sure, my love, but later.” Jisung winks and kneels down in front of the tree, beaming at all the pretty gifts underneath it. “Put the lights on and sit here,” Jisung orders, which Minho swiftly follows, lights up the living room and sits beside Jisung. “Okay,” Jisung says through a smile, drawing out the word as his fingers dance over wrapped gifts, stops at one and pulls it from under the tree, “for you, my baby.”
Jisung beams and pushes the gift into Minho’s hands, a small flat box wrapped in cats dressed as santa clause. Minho laughs at the wrapping paper and opens it carefully before Jisung reaches over and tears a strip down the middle, his ring flashing with the lights.
“Yah! It’s my gift I can open it the way I want,” Minho scolds through a smile, opening the rest of the gift to reveal a box.
“Baby, I’m just showing you how I want to be opened tonight.” Jisung pouts as he sidles up to Minho, earning a guffaw from Minho as he kisses his temple.
Minho lifts the lid and gasps with what he finds before scrunching up his face in confusion. It’s too small to fit around him or Jisung, the little bell in the middle of the collar jingles as Minho taps it.
“You want me collared baby?” Minho asks and Jisung’s eyes widen, glances to the collar then to Minho’s neck, bites his lip as his eyes become hazy. “Thinking about it, love?” Minho asks and pulls out the collar, too small as he had previously determined. Jisung shakes his head and presses his fingers into Minho’s neck lightly.
“Yes, I want that,” Jisung smirks and licks a stripe across Minho’s jaw, “but this isn’t for you,” Jisung says as he points towards the collar, flicks the bell, and lets it jingle.
“My gift that’s not for me?” Minho cocks his head to the side as he shakes the collar, the bell jingling.
“I was thinking,” Jisung starts as he looks down at the discarded wrapping paper, “since I’m going to be working from home some days,” Jisung continues and picks at the ripped paper, “we could get a cat,” Jisung finishes as he lifts his head, stares at the collar in Minho’s hand.
Minho cups Jisung’s chin to move his head so he can see the big smile on Minho’s face, leans over to kiss Jisung as a delightful laugh falls from his mouth.
“Baby, really?” Minho asks, excitement filling his voice.
He had always wanted a cat, his beloved two with his parents, but with work occupying the two they always put it on the maybe later list, along with a house and a garden and—Minho looks down at the sapphires—a wedding ring, a marriage.
“Yes,” Jisung says softly and intertwines their fingers, kisses the back of Minho’s hand, and shares a smile with him. “We can go later?” Jisung asks hopefully and Minho’s chest overflows as Jisung’s smile becomes a heart.
“Baby,” Minho chokes out, overwhelmed at their little family growing, of Jisung wanting to expand it, to get a pet and make plans for a future, his future, their future. “We can.” Jisung brings Minho into his arms and kisses his cheek.
“My love, we’re making our little family bigger,” Jisung murmurs and pecks his cheek again. “Okay, my turn.” Jisung smiles and holds out his hands, palms up.
Minho laughs at his unbridled excitement, Jisung bouncing on his calves as he looks at all the gifts with wide eyes. Minho places the collar beside him before pulling out a rectangular box from underneath the tree, handing it to Jisung who rips into it immediately.
“Careful, love,” Minho warns as the gift knocks against the floor, Jisung’s mouth becoming an O as he gently places the present on the floor and rips off the rest of the paper. Jisung gasps as the box comes into view, the side showing the contents.
“Baby!” Jisung yells as he opens the box, peeks inside and throws his arms around Minho’s neck. “You didn’t!” Jisung shouts out in glee as he pulls back and smacks a kiss on Minho’s mouth. “Thank you, love, this is just what I need when I start working from home, this would be great to record guides.” Jisung beams as he carefully takes out the studio microphone halfway, stares at the mic for a moment before pushing it back down into the box.
“Of course, my love.” Minho smiles at Jisung, watches as he takes out his phone to snap a picture, presumably sending it to Chan and Changbin. Jisung’s smile widens as he gently pushes the box underneath the tree and turns his smile towards Minho, the brightness blinding.
“You opened yours, I opened mine, now let’s get ours,” Jisung says through his smile, shuffles closer to Minho and pulls out his phone and searches nearest cat shelters.
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Dori is a bundle of energy, runs all around the apartment as soon as they open the crater. Jisung laughs as he deposits the toys and bed they had bought in the living room as Dori runs around Minho as he makes his way into the kitchen with bowls and cat food. The bell jingles around Dori’s neck as she sits beside the bowl, cocks her head as Minho opens the dry food and fills the bowl.
“Oh, aren’t you lovely and well behaved,” Minho coos and rubs behind her ear as she begins to eat, the food crunching between her teeth.
“What about me?” Jisung whines as he wraps his arms around Minho once he stands up, “am I lovely and well behaved?” Jisung asks as Minho turns in his hold.
“You’re my loveliest and most well-behaved boy,” Minho says and kisses Jisung. Dori yells at the empty bowl beside the food. “Princess wants water.” Minho pecks Jisung before dislodging from his hold, picks up the empty bowl to fill it under the tap.
“I do.” Jisung lifts his chin and narrows his eyes at Minho.
“Of course, my love.” Minho laughs and sets the bowl down before pouring Jisung a glass of water. “Here, my princess.”
“You better remember,” Jisung mutters and sips at his glass of water, pushes it into Minho’s hand and crouches down to run his hand down Dori’s spine. “I’m princess and you’re Dori,” Jisung explains and runs his hand back up Dori’s spine as Minho places the glass beside the sink.
“What about kitty?” Minho asks and crouches beside Jisung, reaches out to touch Dori but she skitters away, tired with all the attention.
“That’s you, kitty, my little kitten,” Jisung says, voice low as he runs his hand up Minho’s shin, over his knee, and stops at his thigh, squeezes it and laughs, “not so little,” Jisung says with another laugh.
“Not the only thing that’s not little babe.” Minho winks and gets up, wraps his hand around Jisung’s to pull him up.
Jisung rolls his eyes but keeps their hands connected, walks out of the kitchen and pulls Minho with him. Minho bumps into Jisung’s back as he abruptly stops in the doorway of the living room, his eyes shine as he glances up and Minho follows his gaze. A laugh tumbles out of him as Jisung pulls him closer by his neck, until their lips are a hair’s width apart from one another.
“Mistletoe,” Jisung murmurs, his breath hitting Minho’s lips and Minho closes the distance to press a gentle, sweet kiss onto Jisung’s mouth.
Jisung giggles as Minho tickles his ribs as he pulls back, caresses Jisung’s cheek before he moves into the living room to clean up the wrapping paper, Jisung leaning against the doorway to watch him.
Minho squashes the paper into a ball, Dori turns her head from one side to the other at the sound it elicits as it crinkles. Minho throws the ball up in the air and catches it, Dori’s wild eyes focusing in on the ball as Minho walks past her.
Jisung places a hand on Minho’s chest as he tries to exit the room, points upwards and Minho rolls his eyes but let’s himself be pulled into another kiss, presses his smile against Jisung’s.
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“Merry Christmas!” Jisung yells and jumps onto Minho, bouncing on top of him as Minho pushes his face into his pillow. “Baby, wake up,” Jisung whines and pulls the covers down slowly and kisses Minho’s bed hair. “It’s a white Christmas,” Jisung says and Minho can feel him vibrating with excitement, Dori meowing a good morning at the bottom of their bed. “I made Christmas pancakes,” Jisung states and kisses Minho’s forehead before getting off and leaving the room.
“What are Christmas pancakes?” Minho asks aloud and Dori ignores him to follow Jisung.
Minho quickly washes his face and brushes his teeth, looks outside the window at the snow falling and shimmies his shoulders to Jisung’s Christmas playlist. The music is loud when he enters the kitchen, Jisung bellowing at the top of his lungs All I want for Christmas as he pours hot chocolate from a teapot into small cups and taps the table for Minho to sit. Minho pecks Jisung as he passes him and Jisung walks backwards to face Minho, points to him and belts out an is you.
Minho sits down and smiles at the snowman pancake on his plate. Jisung drops into the seat beside him shortly after, pushes over honey and a plate of chopped fruits, Dori already sitting on Minho’s left, licking her paw and purring along to the music.
Jisung lowers the music and hums as he sips at his hot chocolate, stuffs his face with pancakes which makes his cheeks bulge, Minho unable to resist and leans over to poke Jisung’s full cheeks.
“Thank you for breakfast, baby.” Minho smiles as he brushes crumbs from the corner of Jisung’s mouth, stuffs his own face with the pancake and hums at the warm, tasty snowman.
Jisung forks some fruit on top of the snowman, places a snowflake pancake in Minho’s plate and pushes his cup of hot chocolate closer. “No coffee?” Minho winces at all the sweet stuff laid out in front of him, lifts his head to find the sweetest, leans over and kisses his mouth.
“Here, baby,” Jisung says through his full mouth, places an empty cup beside Minho’s plate with a cafetière, and places his fork down to pour the coffee into Minho’s cup.
“Thank you, darling.” Minho clinks his cup against Jisung’s and drinks his coffee, the bitterness matching better with the sweetness than the hot chocolate would, but he drinks that too between bites of his pancakes, knows Jisung put effort into the breakfast and does not want to waste it. “Plans for today?” Minho asks as he cleans his plate of the crumbs, downs his coffee and sips at his hot chocolate.
“Yes!” Jisung exclaims, excitement buzzing under his skin, making his leg shake as he pulls out his phone. “Make breakfast, check, eat breakfast, also check,” Jisung reads off his phone through a smile, “cuddle with Minho and Dori, not yet checked,” Jisung winks at Minho and scrolls down his phone, “make snow angels with Minho, not checked yet,” Jisung says and lays his hand on the table with his palm up, “open gifts with Minho and Dori, not checked,” Jisung finishes as Minho interlocks their hands. Jisung sets his phone down on the table and gulps down his hot chocolate.
“Snow angels first?” Minho suggests and kisses the back of Jisung’s hand, stares at his ring for a moment then gets up, gathers their dishes and kisses Jisung’s head. “Thank you for breakfast, baby.” Jisung glues himself to Minho’s back as he washes the dishes, drops a kiss every now and then to the back of his neck as he explains their day. “So dressed first then snow angels?” Minho asks and Jisung hums in confirmation, places an open-mouthed kiss under Minho’s ear.
Jisung wraps the scarf around Minho’s neck, fits his head with a hat, and even puts his gloves on for him. Minho stares down at his socked feet, ready to take off his gloves but Jisung halts him, kneels down and helps Minho into his shoes, Minho laughing the whole time. Jisung ties his laces and puts his coat on for him, zips him up and kisses Minho’s nose.
“Cute.” Jisung beams and wraps himself up to keep warm.
His gloved hand takes Minho’s, and they make their way outside into the courtyard of their building. They make quick work of laying on the ground and spreading their arms and legs. Minho gasps when snow seeps in between his scarf, grunts when Jisung rolls over on top of him, the sun behind the clouds doing nothing to warm him up but Jisung’s bright smile doing everything.
“Snow is down my shirt.” Minho pouts and Jisung sits up on Minho’s thighs, pulls him up to a seated position and places his hands on Minho’s shoulders.
“Oh no, my poor baby.” Jisung pouts back and kisses Minho deeply, wraps his arms around Minho and licks into his mouth.
“My ass is freezing off,” Minho whines when they pull apart.
“Romantic,” Jisung whispers, drops his voice like when he tries to be seductive.
They both burst out into laughter as Jisung gets up and helps Minho up, who complains the whole way back to their apartment about his frozen ass. Jisung presses Minho into the elevator wall once the doors close, his gloved hands quickly finding Minho’s ass, cups and squeezes it.
“I’ll warm you up baby,” Jisung murmurs next to his ear, kisses the shell before littering kisses along his neck.
The elevator dings open and the old lady down the hall raises an eyebrow at the pair, her lips tugging up as she waits for them to vacate the elevator, their cheeks pink from more than the cold, their eyes not meeting hers.
“Have a lovely holiday you two,” she says as she gets on the elevator, the smile taking over her entire face as they mumble a Merry Christmas back.
“Baby,” Jisung says through his laugh and nudges Minho to unlock their door quicker. “I should’ve tongued you.” Minho bends over in laughter and Jisung has to push him through their door.
“Tongued me where?” Minho cocks an eyebrow as he takes off his wet scarf, Jisung stripping himself quickly until he’s in his fluffy Christmas cardigan and baggy jeans. Minho takes off his own coat and Jisung pokes at the matching cardigan.
“Your ass,” Jisung deadpans and taps Minho’s nose before he kneels down, pets Dori with one hand and unties Minho’s laces with the other.
“In the elevator?” Minho asks as he steps out of his shoes, crouches down and rubs behind Dori’s ear.
“Exhibitionism baby.” Jisung winks and gets up, groans like an old man as he puts his hand out for Minho to hoist himself up. “No kink shaming.” Jisung says as he points at Minho, lips pursed, and brows furrowed. Minho pokes him in the ribs and his façade breaks, along with a smile on his face.
“Next on your list?” Minho asks and throws an arm around Jisung’s shoulder, follows him into the kitchen and hums a Christmas song under his breath.
“Hot cocoa then cuddles!” Jisung exclaims, holds onto Minho’s wrist and skips further into the kitchen, forcing Minho to do the same.
“Hot cocoa?” A whine colours Minho’s voice as he follows Jisung around the kitchen and helps him carry the ingredients for the hot cocoa. Jisung being a strict connoisseur and using only solid chocolate, powder? Am I going to sniff it? Jisung sprinkles chocolate flakes on top before dropping in marshmallows and a dollop of cream. “Yum,” Minho says flatly as Jisung drags them to the living room, pushes Minho down hard on the sofa and almost climbs into his lap.
“Come here Dori,” Jisung calls, satisfied when she jumps up and curls next to his legs tucked up underneath him, “it’s not that sweet lovey don’t worry,” Jisung says and pecks Minho’s chin, turns on the tv and puts on a Christmas movie. “Baby, we’re supposed to be cuddling, put your arm around me,” Jisung orders through a whine and Minho complies, huffing a laugh as he places an arm around Jisung’s shoulder, tucking him closer into his side and tunes into the merry music opening up the movie.
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“Get him, Dori.” Minho hears as wetness covers his left cheek. “Good girl, good girl,” Jisung’s coos make him blink his eyes open and he comes face to face with Dori mid-lick. She scrambles off of him and Jisung’s loud laugh fills the room. “Baby, you fell asleep,” Jisung supplies and cuddles up to him, kisses his chin and wipes away Dori’s licks with his sleeve. “You sleepy baby?” Jisung asks as Minho stretches out his arms and legs.
“No,” Minho says through a yawn and Jisung giggles. “Feel well rested,” Minho slurs, still half asleep, and cuddles closer to the warmth beside him. “Baby, you’re so warm,” Minho mumbles as his eyes slip shut.
“You want to sleep baby?” Jisung asks gently as he pets his head, runs his fingers through his hair which isn’t helping Minho’s eyes to stay open.
“Just want to close my eyes for a sec,” Minho murmurs and sticks his nose in Jisung’s neck, inhaling deeply, feels it when Jisung’s laugh, the vibrations sending tingles down Minho’s spine. “I love you, Jisungie,” Minho says softly and rubs his eyes to wake himself up.
“I love you too.” Jisung’s voice is syrupy sweet, he turns his head and kisses Minho between his eyebrows. Dori yells from the doorway and Minho glances at the time. “Aw, is baby hungry?” Jisung coos and pats Minho’s head.
“Are you asking me or Dori?” Minho asks, huffing a laugh against Jisung’s neck before dislodging himself and blinks at him.
“Both,” Jisung states and pinches Minho’s cheek. “Let’s eat, I made paella.”
“Oh, yummy.” Minho sniffs the air and can smell the food, the delicious scent making his stomach rumble.
“Let’s go babies,” Jisung coos and pulls Minho off the sofa, feeds Dori and feeds Minho, smiling brightly as they both make little noises in content throughout their meals.
Jisung’s ring shine as he pours them a glass of sparkly wine, takes a sip and caresses Minho’s full cheeks. Minho’s ring shines as he pokes at Jisung’s cheek, takes Jisung’s hand in his and finishes his meal like that, his love in his hand, his world.
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