"Baby, wake up it's Christmas," a soft voice lulled me from my wonderful dreams and I hummed.
"I don't want anymore milk, I want to eat all of Santa's cookies to myself," I mumbled sleepily while turning into a warm expanse that had just been pressed snugly against my back.
"What?" The previous voice laughed heartily before brushing some tickly strands of hair from my face.
"Huh?" I questioned tiredly when I cracked my eyes open and Yoongi smiled at me happily.
"You were talking in your sleep," he answered before pecking your lips. You groaned and hid yourself in his chest.
"Did I embarrass myself again?"
"Of course not, never," he promised with his fingers gently brushing your hair.
"Thank god," you sighed thankfully and snuggled into you a little tighter.
"Are you looking forward to Christmas with me?"
"More than anything," you answered honestly and he sighed happily.
"So am I, today is going to be so special," he vowed, "and so will every other Christmas." You tilted your head up to look at him and looked deeply into your eyes.
"I know they will, because I'll be with you for all of them."