You had your arms tucked across your chest and you were aware the pout you were wearing made you seem a little childish, but you really, really loved being traditional and decorating the tree yourself, so when your boyfriend told you not to worry and that he'd call someone in to decorate it for you, you were more than a little disappointed.
"But why can't we do it, Jiyong?" you whined and he arched a brow, shrugging.
"Why do we need to? I can just get someone to come sort it for us." He said as if reassuring you.
You stared at the empty space where the tree was supposed to go and then back at your boyfriend who gave you a smile which you hated to love right at this moment in time.
"That's not the point," you huffed, turning away from him. "I want us to decorate it together."
He sighed and you heard him walk towards you before you felt his arms wrap around your body, his hands gently tugging your arms from their folded position so that he could grab hold of your hands and lean his head on your shoulder.
"You know I don't have time, I've still got a lot of stuff to finalise for my winter show." He said and you bit your lip, nodding slowly.
"I know, but I just think it'd be romantic." You mumbled, feeling bad that you were being so selfish.
He was right, and you did feel bad that you were being so fussy about decorating the tree when you should really just focus on spending as much time as you could with him before he had to go back to work for final preparations before Christmas. But at the same time, you did really believe it would be a romantic experience for the two of you to decorate the tree together.
This was officially your first Christmas with Jiyong and you wanted everything to be so perfect, but it was hard with him being away for most of the month. Luckily he was definitely off on Christmas day, but the lead up to it was more than hectic for his schedule.
Sighing once again, he let go of your hands, spun you around by your shoulders and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. "It's getting late, anyways." He told you. "Let's just call it a night for now."
You gave in, feeling defeated, but you didn't want to push it any longer because it would only result in an unnecessary argument, and you didn't want that at all. So, wrapping your arms around his torso, you gave him a hug before pulling away and leading the way upstairs to get ready for bed.
The next morning you could hear Jiyong rummaging around the room and you blinked your eyes open slowly, feeling the morning light that slipped through the edge of the curtains sting your eyes. Looking at the clock, you saw it was only half seven and you frowned, yawning and sitting up with a stretch, making him halt his actions.
"What are you doing up so early? I thought you were off today." You asked and he nodded.
"I am, but I have a surprise for you." He replied, smiling lightly.
You stared at him dubiously, giving the clock another glance. "What, at half seven in the morning?" you asked and he laughed, scratching the back of his neck.
"I wasn't meant to wake you, I was just... looking for something. You can go back to sleep if you want, I'll wake you up in an hour or so."
You shook your head, kicking the covers off of you, feeling the cold air on your bare legs and you tugged your – well, Jiyong's – oversized t-shirt down as far as it would go before you shifted out of bed and walked across to him. "No, I'm too curious about what you're up to to sleep any longer." You told him, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead.
"Fine, but you can't go downstairs just yet." Jiyong said. "Why don't you go for a bath?"
You stared at him as if he had three heads, and then took yet another look at the clock. "Jiyong it's like seven thirty four in the morning, why would I go for a bath?"
He stared back at you, his eyes narrowing. "What's wrong with going for a bath at seven thirty four in the morning?" he pressed and you grinned at him.
"Baths are for relaxing in at night." You answered.
"Well relax in the morning, instead."
"I'm going to go for a shower..." you replied slowly, "like normal people do in the morning."
His eyebrows raised and his lips twitched challengingly. "Are you calling me weird?"
"Well I'm not calling you normal," you smirked. "I'll see you downstairs in ten."
"No, no, no." he protested, holding up his hands, his face changing to one of alarm. "Half an hour, at least."
Your eyes narrowed and you wanted to argue that taking a shower for half an hour – at least – was something you couldn't be bothered to do, but you decided it wasn't worth it.
"Ok, half an hour." You told him, eyeing him suspiciously, walking backwards away from him before turning and heading to the ensuite bathroom, closing the door on him before he said anything else.
It wasn't until you were in the shower, the warm water running across you, that you started to wonder what it was that he was really up to.
After you had washed yourself and rinsed all the shampoo out your hair, you shut the shower faucet off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself and flicking your hair up into a smaller towel. You couldn't hear Jiyong in the bedroom now, so you assumed he'd headed back downstairs.
As you went back into the room, you looked for things that may be out of place but you didn't notice anything immediately. It wasn't until you walked across to the bed that you saw the Christmas jumper you had begged Jiyong to get you – a matching one for himself, too – laying on your side and you felt yourself smile.
After drying yourself off, you threw the jumper on and paired it with some sweats, deciding today would definitely be a lazy day. And then you headed down the stairs to catch Jiyong in his own Christmas jumper, his arm outstretched and reaching up to put the biggest star you had ever seen on top of the black, glittery tree that he had insisted on buying a few weeks ago when you had first suggested decorating for Christmas.
His head whipped towards you and you smirked across at him as his mouth opened and closed a few times before he spoke.
"What are you doing down here?" he asked.
You placed a hand on your hip and gestured around the room. "I could ask you the same thing." You replied quickly and he looked at the star in his hand before looking back at you.
"I'm putting the decorations up." He said uncertainty in his tone.
He still didn't move his hand, even as you advanced towards him, instead it seemed he froze even more and you felt a sudden rush of glee.
Once you reached him, you stepped up onto the step ladder he was precariously balanced on to reach the top of the tree – because of course he had also insisted that not only it was black and glittery, but that it was also the biggest fucking Christmas tree that the store had available – and you wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head over his shoulder to whisper in his ear.
"I love getting my own way."
You couldn't see his expression from your position, but you could tell he probably rolled his eyes as he answered you. "Well you didn't because you wanted to do it together, but we didn't, so ha."
You grinned widely, reaching one arm up to his outstretched one and helped him prop the star at the top before linking your fingers with his. "There."
He exaggerated a huff and tapped the arm you had wrapped around his waist with his free hand. "As much as I love you being this close, we should get down before we fall and ruin my tree."
"Our tree." You pressed your lips to his cheek before climbing down and he immediately followed you, his arms now snaking around your waist as he pulled you into him.
"Fine, our tree." He relented, smirking down at you before saying "I'm glad you wore the jumper because I would have felt so stupid if I was the only one wearing mine."
You grinned up at him, reaching your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. "You look cute in it, stop pretending you don't like it."
He pouted. "I don't want to be cute."
"What do you want to be then?" you questioned him and he smirked at you again.
"Sexy."
Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers in his hair and pressed your lips to his, kissing him hard before pulling away.
"Well if you want to be sexy then you better get that jumper off right now."