Finally, after the pandemic made it impossible, Mina had tickets to Seoul. 2025 was her year. 24 years old and solo, she was ready to walk Korean soil. The discoveries would be endless, the expected and the happily unexpected.
Mina's POV It was his last show. Kookie, Meg and Hobi came. Kookie had to come. He was doing a special performance with him and I? For the ten people at the end. Waste it on me. We practiced a lot, mostly for my sake. I dressed for the occasion.
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I did a performance to Moonchild too, as promised. It was great and his goodbye was sweet. With the ten fans were the only ones left, Kookie joined. Joonie smiled. "We haven't done a song together in a while Kook. Want to?" He played it that way?
He nodded. "Mina can sing too! That'd be fun." Their public agreed.
It went very well. I did harmonies. Nothing solo, but it was what I asked for and it sounded nice. Their fans were happy. When it was time to wrap up, my boyfriend was teary eyed, putting his coat on. I opened my arms and his hug was so tight. "I want to do this more often. I want my shows to be intimate like this all the time. I like the big sparkles and colours of our group stages, but I love this so much more."
I caressed his hair. "You can do as you wish. Time is what you don't have control of. I'm sure you'll do it again." I motioned for the others to join the hug. "You never walk alone in life."
He smiled getting squished in the embrace of our friends. "That was a bad pun."
"I disagree! It was fantastic!" My phone dinged, then Meg's.
She read. "Guys.. It's Christmas!" The gala was on the Eve. We'd never or rarely be working in Canada on those days.
"No way! You're kidding!" I said, arm on my partner's waist.
Joonie grinned. "We can celebrate tomorrow morning. How about that?"
Namjoon's POV She was EXCITED. "I made you hot chocolate with a candy cane in it and little marshmallows. I put the PJs we got yesterday. Look! Look!"
I rubbed my eyes. She was all smiles, messy hair, holiday pajamas on. "What spirit are you and what have you done with my dead body, Halloween obsessed girlfriend?"
Her laugh was funny and contagious. "The spirit of Christmas Present! Get up before it cools down too much!"
I got up and caught her into a hug. "How Jolly of you? Why do you enjoy Christmas if you don't believe in the religion around the Holiday?"
She frowned. "Christians stole in from Paganism. I just enjoy giving and Christmas songs and the magic in children's eyes when they see Santa. It's so sweet and happy."
I gave her a peck on the lips after she handed me my warm drink. "You're just curious about what I got you."
She pouted. "Not true! I'm excited to see how you'll like what I have for you." She picked up a wrapped box. "Here! That's for you."
The wrapping was TERRIBLE, which showed she did it herself. I sat down with her. "How many did you make?" There were a dozen more badly wrapped gifts under the tree.
