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"yoongi won't you hurry up?" mina banged on his washroom door, she was waiting for yoongi to get ready for her and her family's christmas dinner
"one second" he shouted
"yoongi i swear—"
"swear what?" yoongi scoffed as he opened the door
mina rolled her eyes, "we're going to be late" she remarked
"won't you shut it?" he raised an eyebrow, before leaving his room
mina followed behind him, noticing he didn't grab his keys, "you forgot your keys?" mina pointed out as she rushed down the stairs trying to catch up with yoongi's pace
"mr.lai will give us that ride" yoongi had mentioned his family's personal driver
"yoongi you always drive" she sighed, "ever since your family won that lottery you've been so cocky" mina was upset of his behaviour change in a year
yoongi had always been filthy rich, but had never bragged or mention it, since he wanted a girl who didn't care about his expenses. but since the min's had won a lottery about a year ago, their ignorant son had took an advantage of it. ever since those winnings were used on him, he had began arguing with his girlfriend for no such reason
"what do you mean by that?" yoongi raised an eyebrow, noticing one of the house maid's carrying his shoes, "you can put those in my room"
"the expensive cars? the parties? and don't get me started with—"
"mina" he interrupted her statements, "i can get anything you want. and your over here complaining. any girl would want to be in your shoes!"
"and any girl would like a guy who cared about them!" mina shouted back at her him, crossing her arms. she stared at the huge christmas tree between the two staircases, trying not to make eye contact with him
"let me guess?" yoongi paused to think, "jungkook would be better right?"
"actually...he would be" mina spoke, not thinking twice before she said those certain words
"might as well bring him to your christmas dinner" yoongi pressed his lips together
"i would be more than happy to!"
"and i'll would the happiest man alive to break up—"
"mr.min" mr.lai had cut off yoongi before he could say something offensive, "your ride is ready"
"mr.min would not be joining the ride" mina had answer for yoongi before he could speak
"is this true?" mr.lai wanted to confirm with the male who had request the ride
"no, i will be in the car" yoongi turned his attention towards mina, locking eye contact with her
—
"mina!" mrs.choi gave a wide smile seeing her daughter at the door
"yoongi" mr.choi notice the boy she was with
"hello" yoongi said in korean, giving them a respectful bow, to greet them
the two enter the home, the scent of homemade food greeted the two. mina had warned yoongi about her parents who were very strict on keeping their kids on the culture aspect
mr and mrs.choi began mumbling in korean, acting like yoongi was a foreigner, even though he could understand the two
"take a seat" ms.choi walked the couple to the table, where they would dine for the night
yoongi and mina took a seat, beside each other. which was usually uncommon since they've been on bad terms and never sat near each other
"so yoongi" mr.choi took his coat off, placing it on his chair, "how's your family doing?"
"they've been good" yoongi sighed
"i heard they had a business meeting in san diego if i'm right?" he raised an eyebrow
"yeah, they're spending christmas there. my parents hotel franchise had expanding over the years and they're trying to open a resort in san diego before february"
"that seems very good" mrs.choi walked in, carrying in various of dishes
"yeah" yoongi mumbled under his breathe, but in reality it wasn't. his family was never really with him during the holiday season, which made it a bummer, "how's minseok?" yoongi had asked about mina's older brother who's in medical school
"he's been good" mr.cho took a sip from his cup, "he couldn't make it this christmas because of exams"
"mina, how's school?" mrs.choi sat down to her father, after she placed the food onto the table
"it's been good" she smiled
"i heard you got accepted on the cheer team, that seems very good for university" mrs.choi pointed out the cheer team she was part of
"yoongi, do you have any plans for university?" mr.choi pour the soup into his bowl
"actually, i don't think i'm going to university or school" yoongi pointed out as mina rolled her eyes
mr.choi almost chocked on his soup
"i think he means you'll take your parents company right?" she raised an eyebrow
"i actually refused the offer" yoongi admitted, mina gave him a look
"what are you planning to do then?" mrs.choi question, hoping he would give a good answer
"i don't really have an idea yet" yoongi grabbed the kimchi from his plate and place it onto his rice, before taking a bite
"how's you two's relationship been?" mr.choi questioned, even though he and his wife didn't support it
"it's been good" mina gave a fake smile, "right yoongi?"
"yes it's been.." yoongi gave a fake laugh, "great"
"yoongi can we talk somewhere private?" mina raised an eyebrow
"sure" he smiled, making sure her parents wouldn't question
the two walked over to the washroom, located near the end of the hall
mina closed the door behind her, after yoongi made his way in
"did you really have to say you aren't going to school?" she whispered, her tone seemed upset
"it's been good!" he mocked mina in a certain tone
"you want them to know about the arguing?" she mumbled, hoping her parents wouldn't hear
"and you want them to know about jungkook?" he scoffed
"what's up with you and bring hm up!" mina raised her voice
"i dunno? maybe because you up his ass the past months?" yoongi yelled, not being afraid of her parents hearing them arguing
"maybe it's because i rather be with him!" mina admitted, "listen yoongi, tonight you're my boyfriend, tomorrow we're done. merry christmas yoongi" she said before walking out
"merry christmas..."
n a m j o o n ' s h o u s e
"it seems pretty dry" namjoon stared around the home he was in, filled with family, friends, and his fathers co workers
namjoon's family had decide to host a chirstmas party, and invited their family and friends. mr.kim wanted to invite his co workers also as-well. but mrs.kim found it rude and not fair if they didn't invite the harris's. namjoon was of course more delighted about this news, since he could see regan
"it is" regan sighed, she stood next to namjoon who wore a button up shirt. regan never saw namjoon more dress up, "joon, if my mom see's this. we won't being talking for a bit"
namjoon laughed, "what? she's with my mom anyway, the two are in their own world" namjoon eyed the red dress she wore, "like the outfit
"thank you" regan gave a smile, "stop being off topic" regan clench the cup she was holding tighter, "she's hates you"
"and i love you" he smiled, "that's all what matters right?"
"namjoon does your parents even know about you know, you talking to me?" regan raised an eyebrow
"nope" namjoon chuckle, "who can give a shit? i'm happy, that's all what should matter"
"right" regan gave an awkward laugh
she knew namjoon had an interest in her, but didn't know she love her. regan had fell in love with the foolish boy ever since they went to the beach, but she didn't know he loved her that much
"wanna hang at yours?" namjoon pointed at the door
"might as well"
—
regan and namjoon enter the small basement regan lived in. namjoon had snuck in here multiple times, acting like he was collecting the rent money
"finally quiet" namjoon threw himself onto her couch
"yeah" she sighed, looking around the place
namjoon notice how tense she seemed, "is something on your mind?"
"oh nothing" she gave a fake smile
"regan, if you need to say something, just tell me"
regan sighed, "it feels kinda weird this christmas"
"you were so exited this entire holiday season, remember when you dragged me carolling?"
"namjoon i was, but today it's just hitting me more" she sighed, "not being with my dad.." she began to sob, "i just don't want to go through something like that again and being with you makes me worried that eventually we won't be together"
namjoon placed his hand onto hers, regan a couple weeks ago told namjoon what happened to her dad. before she moved here, her dad had passed away during late december which made her upset near christmas time
"regan" he wiped her tears, "trust me, i'm in love with you and i would never do such a thing"
regan paused before she could speak. it took her time to process what to say, right when she got the courage. namjoon's lips pressed against hers, the warmth of his lips was so smooth, she couldn't let go. namjoon broke the kiss, before going in for another
"i love you" he smiled
"me too" regan smiled back
y o u r h o u s e
"we wish you a merry chritsmas!" jimin sang happily, as he made his way inside. he wore a christmas hat and a christmas sweater
"next time knock?" you stared at the keys he held, "where did you get those from?" you snatch your house key from him
"i found them at work" he laughed, plotting himself onto the couch
"i was worried someone stole them!"
"where's your parents?" jimin notice you were home alone
"they went to my cousins" you pointed out
"and you didn't go?"
"because i know someone would be really upset" you stared at jimin, "they're going to be home by twelve"
"so we get to spend one minute of christmas together?" jimin said in joy
"yeah totally" you gave him a sarcastic look, "what's up with the sprit?" you soon notice what he was wearing
"you said get into it?" jimin crossed his arms, "didn't you?"
"yeah but i didn't mean it this extreme" you burst into laughter, "i can't believe you actually bought all that stuff!"
"what? jimin can't be in the sprit?" he began to pout, "you're like that security guard"
"i bought a ginger bread house" you pointed at the grocery bag on the kitchen counter
"oh no" jimin crossed his arms, "last time i made one, i made a mess"
"how old were you?"
"like three.." he rubbed his neck, "i saw the pictures okay?"
"well if you want to be in sprit, might as well join me" you made your way to the kitchen
"oh look!" jimin said cheerfully, "there's two ginger bread people, one is me and the other is you!"
you laughed, "maybe you should do that"
"you're saying i can't build a ginger bread house?" he raised an eyebrow, grabbing the box
"i didn't mean it like that" you watched tear the box open
"i feel offended" jimin began to pretend he was hurt, "how could you!"
"jimin stop with the bickering and let's start" you opened the various of candies and placed them into separate bowls
"it says to glue the four house pieces together" jimin pointed at the frosting they gave them
you began to pour some of the frosting onto the piece, gluing them together
"jimin hold this" you held the two pieces together to let the dry
jimin made his way to the scene, holding the ginger bread house tight
you soon glue the other sides together
"okay let go in three, two, one" you and jimin raised your hands from the house
"let's add the roof—JIMIN!" you shouted, seeing him eat the candy
"we have enough" jimin held the one gum drop left
you sighed, "help me on the roof"
you two soon attach the roof on top of the house, making sure it was stable before you two began decorating
you and jimin added the little candies onto the house with were very limited due to jimin eating most of them. you both grabbed the ginger bread men and decorated them to look like yourself
"jimin why does your's have abs?" you questioned the ab's jimin drew on his ginger bread man
"cause i'm strong as fuck" he snorted
"and maybe it should lose a few inches" you began laughing, judging jimin's height
"hey, i'm taller than you" jimin scoffed, being offended by your comment
"i guess we're d—" the ginger bread house soon broke, due to the frosting not being that sturdy to hold it up, "done"
"might as well eat it" jimin grabbed a the roof, taking a bite out of it, "the fuck is this?"
"does it taste good?" you asked jimin, but clearly you could tell by his facial expression
"like shit" he went over to the garbage to spit it out, "i brought a christmas movie" jimin mentioned as he walked over to the living room
"might as well watch it" you sighed, following jimin
"i got this movie" jimin held up an old rudolph movie, "everything else was gone, okay"
"you watch that movie in elementary don't you?"
"i fucking hated those days" jimin rolled his eyes, getting flashbacks
"then why did you get it?"
"did you hear me?" jimin raised an eyebrow, "nothing was left"
"just turn it on" you sighed, not wanting to bicker with jimin anymore
"okay it's starting" jimin back away from the tv, soon plotting himself onto the couch, beside you
—
"this is animal abuse" jimin watched the movie, noticing how others were rude to red nose reindeeer
"jimin, it's a children's movie..."
"uhh, everyone is being rude to him" jimin rolled his eyes, "and look they put in a cage!"
"jimin" you turned over to him, "maybe just calm a bit, it's a christmas movie"
"i won't" jimin continued to rambled about the situation
"jimin, maybe let's talk" you smiled, hoping he would stop
jimin came closer to you, "about?"
"jimin back off" you pushed him away from you
"are you going to jungkook's new year eve party?" jimin had asked you about the senior new years eve party the school's quarter back was hosting
"might as well" you shrugged, "last year anyway"
"perfect" a smile was formed onto jimin lips, "you know when everyone screams happy new year and you kiss someone?"
"oh no" you refused his offer, "we aren't kissing"
"fuck" he cursed under his breath
"looks like it's about to be twelve" you notice the time on your clock
"i should be heading out" jimin got up from the couch
"jimin watch where you're going—"
"fuck!" jimin yelped, as he had walked into the christmas tree. being stuck in the ornaments
"let me help you!" you ran over to him, trying to un tangle him
"i like this" a smirk was present on his face
"do you want me to help?" you raised an eyebrow
jimin lips soon stayed quiet, you continued to get him out, without the tree falling down onto him and you
"there!" you smiled, jimin soon walked away from the tree
"see you" he smiled
"merry christmas!" you wave to jimin, before you sat down back onto the couch
jimin made sure you weren't looking before he placed something under the tree
"merry christmas" he mumbled under his breath
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