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Since puberty hit him, Mats has never been a huge fan of christmas celebrations, for him all it was about was the food and the bitter reunion with the entire Hummels’ clan. On the other hand, his brother believed the opposite, defended with all the strenght a nine year old could have that christmas was the best holiday ever, that Santa’d never bring Matsi a present if he kept behaving like that.
“Oh, sorry Jonas, I didn’t mean to offend the old man.” He says as he walks next to him to the shopping as they are again wrapped on the discussion about christmas tradition (”Mats, for god’s sake, he is a child!” his mother always says). His brother chooses to ignore him, focusing on analyzing the snow under their foot as they walk.
As they enter the mall, Mats reforces his opinion about christmas, there’s at least a hudred little kids there, in a messed up row, waiting to meet Santa Claus. “YES!” Jonas shouts in pure excitement as he runs past Mats, ignoring his brother warning about getting lost in shopping. He runs after him, realizing this really is his fate.
They wait for about one or two hours and Mats ocuppies himself trying to calculate how much money the false Santa Claus weighs per day from that kid (he realizes that maybe, if someday he’s desperate for cash, this is a good way out). However, as they turn finallly comes, Mats soon forgets about everything, the elf right next the Santa is too cute for him to handle. Yes, the elf, a blond guy clearly ashamed and clearly not wanting to be there.
“Hello! What the name of this little one be?” The Santa asks and Jonas really jumps into his lap, already asking about his presents this year, and the next one, and the next one, and the next one too. “Ok then, let’s take a picture, Jonas.” The man says already smiling, mirroring the little boy, waiting for the picture to be taken,
“Oh, yes, sorry!” Mats says as he picks up his phones, finally getting out of his trance while watching the elf guy, but really, he can’t help himself. The guy must be about Mats age, he wears a green fantasy that doesn’t help much his look, but even like this he’s the cuttest person Mats has ever seen, his bright eyes making him lose his head.
“Want me to take a picture of both of you with Santa?” The elf asks, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Y-yes, that’d be cool.” is all Mats can answer.
Mats walks in his brother direction, picks him up and stands next to Santa, smiling brigthly for the camera. (Please, please notice I’m flirting. Please discreetly save your number on my phone.)
(He doesn’t, unfortunately.)
"Busy day, isn't it?" Santa says as he takes of his red bonnet and his fake beard and Benedikt wonders how many people have been calling him insane, making fun of the seventeen year old boy who Works as an elf in the shopping mal. Truth to be said, he doesn’t give a fuck, the money he receives is welcomed.
"Yes." Benni simples answers, occupied in cleaning his own sweated face.
"You got yourself a boyfriend." The old man says, smiling at Benedikt in a sugestive way.
"I- I what?" The boy asks, surprised by the subject being suddenly brought up.
"The dark haired one. Do not make a fool of yourself Benni, I know what I've seen." The old man picks up his bag on the floor, preparing to leave as the boy pretends to be too focused on organizing his bag.
"Oh, you've gotten insane, haven't you?" He laughs nervously, staring at the floor and trying not to think about the early meeting with the hottest teen on planet Earth (really,)
How has my teenagers years turned into talking to Santa Claus about my brand new crush? Benedikt Howedes wonders as his makes his way to home, smiling to himself.
On Sunday morning, thanks to God, Mats thinks, Jonas wants to go to the mall again.
"I can take him" Mats offers after hearing his brothers begs for their mom during ten straight minutes.
"What did you say?" Mrs Hummels asks, a confued look on his face but a smiling now playing on her lips.
"I can take him to see Santa." Mats says in the most neutral way he can, trying to hide any information that could show the reason why he is aiming to go to the shopping again. "Hm, ok then, you can go."
("Matsi has a crush on the eeeeeeeelf." Jonas sings as they leave the house. Mats threats him, argumentating that if he sings it again they’re going back to home. They both know it’s not true.)
As it is relative early, when they enter the mall there isn't much people there, and they wait for a couple of minutes before Jonas can see Santa again. Mats looks anxious playing with his coat buttons and trying not to stare at Benedikt for too long. “i need to talk to you. i’ve fallen in love with a fucking elf dude.” He types to Marco, smiling to himself.
"You are back, Jonas!" The old man claims as he sees the boy. "And you're back too..." he watches Mats
"Mats. Mats Hummels." he smilies, finally looking at the green dressed boy next to him. They glare at each other carefully. "Introduce yourself, elf." Santa declares, a knowing smirk fully on display on his face.
"I am Benedikt, it is a pleasure to meet you" The boy smiles.
(God, Mats has a huge crush going on here.)
“God, you are such a idiot.” Marco says as they walk through the mall, Mats shots him an angry look. “C’mon Marco, I need your help here!”
“Hi! I’m Mats Hummels and I’ve been coming here everyday for a week to see you because you are the cuttest human being on planet and I need to kiss your face and I also think your elf bonnet is pretty cool.” Marco tries to picture Mats’ voice, repeating what he’s been hearing from his friend for a week.
“I hate you.” He answers. “I really do hate you. And my voice is nothing like that.”
They walk to the food court, where Santa Claus is placed. There’s a huge crowd in front of him, enough to make Mats want to go home and bury himself on bed, pretending he never planned to ask Benedikt out. “I’m going home.”
“You are going to meet Santa Claus.” Marco declares, holding back his bestfriend. “and kiss his elf.” he smiles like he’s been dreaming about saying this for his entire life. Mats rolls his eyes, but keeps going.
He walks straight to Benedikt’s direction, leaving Marco behind him. As he approaches, Benni’s eyes lays on him, a smile appears on his lips, matching Mats’ own face.
“Mats?” Santa says. God, he knows my name. “Hi”
“Hm – Bennedikt starts, looking behind Mats as he probably waits to met Jonas there. – where’s your brother?”
“He didn’t come with me today. I kinda of – he coughs – came for a different porpuse.” Santa smiles. I am screwed. “Which porpuse?”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this, God, sorry already. I – hm, I’d like to know if the elf may want to be my early christmas present.” He repeats exacly what Marco has told him way earlier and regrets it at the moment the words leave his mouth. “Oh God.”
“That would be pretty cool.” Benni answers. THANK YOU GOD. THANK YOU. THANK YOU MARCO.
“I KNEW IT! I’ve always known it!” Santa Claus shouts.