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All I Want for Christmas Is You

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Jeongguk pouts, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. It’s freezing cold outside, and fat snowflakes float through the steam of his breath. The street ahead and behind him is lit up with beautifully colored Christmas lights. He huffs, watching the cloud of steam float up and out into the air. “What is it, Guk?” Taehyung asks, finally. 

“I don’t know what to get Yoongi for Christmas.”

“Just blow him, he’ll love it,” Taehyung says, smiling and patting Jeongguk’s shoulder, ignoring the way his friend sputters and his cheeks, which were already pink from the cold, turn bright red. 

“I- we- we haven’t. Done that. Yet.” The long stretch of shop-lined road that they’ve been slowly meandering down is crowded, but that doesn’t stop Taehyung from stopping right in the middle. He turns to face Jeongguk, his eyes wide. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“What do you mean you haven’t done that yet? You’ve been dating for two and a half months?” Taehyung’s voice is loud, and rather than try to get him to be quiet, Jeongguk just starts walking again. Taehyung scrambles to keep up, grabbing a handful of Jeongguk’s coat sleeve. “Why not?”

Jeongguk groans, and quickly casts his eyes around, spotting one of the larger chain cafes nearby. He starts toward it, knowing Taehyung will follow. He quickly orders a large hot americano, more to warm his frozen hands than anything else. Taehyung orders a hot tea right behind him, and they take their buzzer to a table in the corner, and Taehyung sits across from him as he unzips his coat. Jeongguk pulls his beanie off, hoping his hair isn’t too messed up - but in this weather it’s a necessity unless he wants his ears to fall off. Cold and copious amounts of metal through your ears do not mix. 

“Ok, so spill. You really like him, and he treats you really well, and he seems like a really genuinely nice guy, so what’s stopping you from screwing each other’s brains out?” Taehyung’s voice, thankfully, is suitably quiet, though no less emphatic. “I know you haven’t really been in a relationship before, but you’ve had sex, right?”

Jeongguk looks down at the table, not wanting to meet Taehyung’s eyes. Just then, the buzzer begins to loudly vibrate on the table, so Jeongguk springs to his feet, nearly forgetting the buzzer, and goes to get their drinks. He walks back as slowly as he can get away with, and when he finally sets both mugs down on the table, Taehyung’s watching him with brows raised. He sits down and takes a deep breath, sighing it out. 

“I want to take it slow,” he says softly. “I really like him, a lot, and it scares me a little. I’m still trying to figure out how to be a boyfriend, and I’m just not quite ready to complicate it with sex yet.”

“Guk-ah, that’s okay. I’m sorry if I sounded judgy before, I’m not judging you. There’s nothing wrong with not having sex.”

“I want to, I do,” he says, wrapping his hands around his mug, relishing the warmth that seeps into his cold fingers. “I also kind of want it to be, I don’t know. Special. But Yoongi’s. . .” he trails off, unable to resist the smile that spreads across his face. “He’s amazing. We’ve talked about it, and he told me he’s going to wait for me to make the first move because he doesn’t want me to feel like he’s pressuring me.” Then he groans. “Ugh, I sound like a girl.”

“Oh stop, you don’t sound like a girl. Well, okay, maybe a little, but that’s just because that’s how society has conditioned us to think. There’s nothing wrong with men wanting to wait to have sex. We’re all human.” Taehyung sits back, crossing his legs under the table. “So, okay. Christmas present for Yoongi. We know he loves music, but what else does he like?”

Jeongguk thinks, glad for the subject change. He thinks about everything he knows about Yoongi, which at this point is a considerable amount. “He likes taking baths, really anything to relax. Um. And he loves his dog more than anything else in the world. He loves comfortable clothes, soft things. He’s soft. He looks and acts like such a tough guy, but he loves when I run my fingers through his hair, and he could be an olympic gold metal napper.” Taehyung laughs, and Jeongguk stares at him. “What?”

“You’re so whipped.”

“So what if I am,” he shoots back, and Taehyung just shakes his head. 

“Okay, well let’s go to the Lush in Lotte and you can get him some bath bombs. Oh!” he says, sitting up straight. “Do you have any good pictures of his dog?” Jeongguk nods. He has about a hundred at this point. There’s got to be a few good ones in there somewhere. Then it hits him, and he pulls his phone out. 

“What did you have in mind?” He navigates through his pictures of Holly, and finds the one he loves the best. 

“You could get it printed and get a nice frame for it.”

Jeongguk looks up from his phone, his eyes meeting Taehyung’s. “Tae, that’s a great idea.” He shows him the photo Yoongi sent him a few weeks ago from when he went home for a quick weekend visit. In the picture Yoongi is lying on his side with Holly in front of him, and he’s got a bright, gummy smile on his face. Jeongguk’s not sure how long he’s spent staring at it since Yoongi sent it to him, and it always makes him happy to look at. 

“Oh my gosh, that picture is too precious. There’s no way that’s Suga from Bangtan.”

“It’s not,” Jeongguk says, aware of how sappy his voice sounds. “That’s Min Yoongi, a boy who loves his dog.”


Jeongguk walks up the two flights of stairs that lead to Yoongi’s studio apartment slowly. He’s been here so many times now, he feels completely comfortable navigating through the building alone, but this time nerves creep in through the excitement he’d been feeling all day. It’s a week before Christmas, and he and Yoongi have barely seen each other, too busy studying for finals and preparing to go home for the holiday, but tonight is theirs, set aside from studying, and jobs, and other friends. Yoong insisted he come over for, quote, “The most romantic night of your life.” Jeongguk would by lying if he said he didn’t blush when he read that text. 

It’s been two weeks since his conversation with Taehyung at the cafe, and when he’s not wrapped up in studying for his exams, it’s all he’s been able to think about. He’s gone round and round in his mind, trying to pinpoint exactly why he’s so scared of taking the plunge that is physical intimacy with Yoongi. It’s not like they don’t touch, because they do, near constantly when they’re together. And they’ve spent hours upon hours making out. It won’t be too different, right? Just kissing with clothes off, instead of on. Jeongguk knows there’s more than that. He knows exactly what he’s not had yet, has spent an embarrassingly long time researching it on the internet in the privacy of his own dark room, with the door locked. He’s spent a lot of time touching himself while thinking of Yoongi, so what’s so scary about Yoongi actually being there? Really touching him, instead of just imagining it. And Yoongi’s hot, Jeongguk’s always thought so. He wants to touch him, and be touched by him. 

It occurred to him, just a few days ago, that perhaps the hesitation lies in the fact that Yoongi’s waiting for him to make the first move. He doesn’t exactly know what that first move. . . is. But he has a plan. And that’s where the nerves come from.

He reaches the door to Yoongi’s studio apartment, and he puts the hand holding the bag containing Yoongi’s Christmas gifts behind his back before reaching up with his free hand and knocking on the door. A moment later it opens, and Jeongguk smiles widely as he takes Yoongi in. He’s dressed nicely, in black jeans and blue button down that he’s tucked in. His blond hair is styled up off of his forehead, and he looks really good. “Well hello, handsome,” he says. 

“Hello yourself,” Yoongi replies, looking Jeongguk up and down. He’s dressed similarly, in his nice, non-ripped jeans, and a black button down shirt. He put some effort into his own hair, and it sits tucked behind his ears. Yoongi steps aside to let Jeongguk in, and he quickly steps out of his shoes. Then he takes a step forward so that he and Yoongi are close, and leans down to press a sweet kiss to his lips. He can feel Yoongi’s smile against his own. “You look so hot,” Yoongi says as Jeongguk pulls away, just an inch, and then reaches up to cup Jeongguk’s cheek and pulls him in for another kiss, this one just slightly less chaste. Then he pulls away, seeming to catch himself in a way that he always does, and that Jeongguk is always so thankful for - even if tonight he wouldn’t mind if Yoongi took it a step further. Nevertheless. He has his plan, and he intends to see it through. 

He follows Yoongi further into the small apartment, taking in the familiar sight of his full sized bed in the corner, his small desk that’s absolutely covered by his computer and music production equipment. He glances into the bathroom as they pass, and smiles a little when he sees the tub that he knows Yoongi spent a small fortune on, and that takes up nearly the entire bathroom. 

It smells good, but the small kitchenette is sparklingly clean, and then they turn the corner into the rest of the room he sees Yoongi’s small table set for two, plates of a delicious looking steak dinner. He looks around quickly, and spots the take out containers in the trash. 

“I wanted to cook,” Yoongi says, his tone apologetic, “But this kitchen is so small, it would have taken forever, and-” He cuts himself off, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, and Jeongguk turns to him, shaking his head and smiling fondly. 

“I don’t care if you cooked it or not, the important thing is getting to enjoy it together, right?” He leans in and kisses him again, and Yoongi whines, just a little. 

“If you don’t stop that I’m going to say screw dinner, and just kiss you all night,” he mumbles against Jeongguk’s lips, one of his hands coming up to rest on Jeongguk’s chest. He doesn’t try to push him away, just rests it there, and it feels nice. But he’s right, and so Jeongguk pulls back. 

“Where should I put this?” he says, holding up the gift bag, and it swings gently in the air. 

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Yoongi mutters.

“You’re my boyfriend, of course I did.”

“Well, in that case, you can put it over there next to your gift.” He points to his counter, where a small box with a bow on top rests. Jeongguk stares at it with wide eyes for a moment, before setting his bag beside it. “We can open them after we eat?” Yoongi asks, and Jeongguk nods. “Shall we?” He gestures to the table. He’s only got one real chair, but his desk chair has been rolled over, and Yoongi pulls it back slightly so Jeongguk can sit. 

“So chivalrous,” Jeongguk laughs, using his feet to roll himself closer to the table as Yoongi moves around to sit down across from him. 

“I told you tonight was going to be the most romantic date you’ve had, and I’ve got to live up to that. Oh!” He stands back up, and races over to his kitchen counter, picking up a candle that Jeongguk hadn’t noticed. He comes back over and lights the candle, setting it down in the middle of the table, and then he goes to his light switch. It’s got a dimmer function, and he lowers it just enough so that they can still see, but so that the candle’s glow makes it feel more intimate. Jeongguk’s cheeks flush ever so slightly. 

“Wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“I don’t kid,” he says very seriously as he sits back down, and Jeongguk laughs. “I love your laugh.”

“Oh stop it.”

“I’m serious!” He says smiling widely.

“I love your smile.” Yoongi flushes just a little, though it’s hard to tell with the mood lighting. “Dig in!” he says, picking up his fork and knife. There’s something different about tonight, and it’s not just Jeongguk’s plan for after dinner, or the romantic atmosphere. It’s comfortable, normal. Jeongguk watches Yoongi while he eats, and Yoongi watches him right back, but he doesn’t feel nervous, or embarrassed about it. 

“So how’s studying going?” he asks through the bite of steak in his mouth. 

Yoongi groans, his hands, still holding his own utensils, falling to the table. “I’m so ready for break so I can stop worrying about exams, just for a few days. How about you?”

“About the same. Tae and I are always home, but I feel like I haven’t talked to him or seen him in days, because we study in our rooms to keep from distracting each other. And I’m looking forward to going home, seeing my parents and my brother. I love Seoul, but I do miss Busan.”

“I told you my friend Jimin is from Busan, too, right?” Yoongi asks, and Jeongguk nods. He’s met Yoongi’s friends, one by one, and he really loves them all. He loves how happy they seem to make Yoongi, especially Jimin, who is a firecracker in his own right. “He’s taking the same train as us, so after Taehyung and I get off in Daegu, he’ll still be there.” They coordinated their voyage home so that they could all take the same KTX train, since it stops in Daegu, and then continues on to Busan. Jeongguk smiles, nodding.

“Sounds nice, I’ll be able to get to know him a little better.”

They finish eating slowly, talking about their various plans for while they’re home. Yoongi says he plans on sleeping as much as possible while he’s home, and spending the rest of the time holding his dog. Jeongguk’s cheeks hurt with how much he’s smiling as Yoongi talks about Holly like he’s the best thing to ever grace the earth - and, he knows, in Yoongi’s mind he is. Jeongguk plans on spending some time with friends from high school, but the majority of the few days he’s got in Busan will be spent at home stuffing his face with his mother’s cooking. 

Then, they’re finished eating, and Jeongguk sits back, feeling a little stuffed. “Wow, hyung, I know you didn’t cook it, but that was delicious. Ten out of ten, would eat again.”

“I agree. Did you save room for dessert?”

Jeongguk scoffs, feigning outrage. “It’s like you don’t even know me.” Yoongi laughs, and gets up, moving to his fridge. He pulls out a mini cake, and two forks, and Jeongguk takes it upon himself to clear their places, setting them in Yoongi’s sink until they can wash them. They sit back down, and Yoongi takes the plastic top off of the small cake, setting it aside. Then he digs his fork in, scooping out what looks like a lump of chocolate deliciousness, and to Jeongguk’s surprise, he holds it out in front of Jeongguk’s face. Staring into Yoongi’s eyes, Jeongguk opens his mouth and allows Yoongi to feed it to him. His stomach coils, but not with nerves, as he thinks that this is perhaps the most intimate thing they’ve done together. He scoops up a bite of cake with his own fork, and repeats the gesture, feeding it to Yoongi, watching raptly as Yoongi closes his full lips around the fork. Heat travels up the back of Jeongguk’s neck, as Yoongi’s eyes flutter closed, and he pulls back. He opens his eyes a moment later, quickly finding Jeongguk’s again. They continue like this, in heated silence, until the mini cake is mostly gone, and then Jeongguk can’t contain himself any longer. 

He sets the fork down, and stands, the desk chair rolling back a few inches, and steps around the table. Yoongi watches him, and his eyes go wide when Jeongguk pulls the chair out and turns it before climbing onto Yoongi’s lap, settling himself down. The chair is, thankfully, wide enough and Yoongi’s hips narrow enough, that Jeongguk can kneel on either side of his thighs, resting his weight down on his thin legs. He wraps his arms around Yoongi’s neck just takes a moment to just stare down at him. Yoongi’s watching him with an open, vulnerable expression, and he can see the question in his eyes, though he doesn’t verbalize it yet.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk whispers, leaning down and kissing him, their lips barely touching. “I want you.” He kisses him again, and then kisses the corner of his mouth, and then his jaw, moving down his neck. Yoongi exhales forcefully, and his hands, which had been hanging down at his sides, come up to rest on Jeongguk’s waist. 

“Guk, are you sure?” Jeongguk nods against his neck, pressing another open mouthed kiss there, and smirking when Yoongi gasps. 

“I am. But,” he says, kissing him once more on the neck, and then pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. “I need you to take the lead, please. I’ll tell you if I’m not ready for something, but- I just- I don’t know what to do,” he finishes in a whisper, his voice so quiet that were they not mere inches apart Yoongi wouldn’t have heart. “But I’m ready. I trust you.” Yoongi sucks in a breath, his hands on Jeongguk’s waist clenching tighter. He nods, and smiles shyly. 

“Okay, Jeongguk-ah. I can do that.”

Jeongguk had kind of been expecting a whirlwind, then, after handing over the reins to Yoongi. Had been expecting the past two months of emphatically not doing anything of this nature to catch up with them all at once. But, that’s not what happens. Yoongi merely slides his hands around to Jeongguk’s back, rubbing them up and down as he leans in to kiss him, decidedly more firmly, but even slower, if that’s possible. Jeongguk lets go, lets himself follow Yoongi’s lead. He opens his mouth when Yoongi’s tongue lazily swipes along the seam of his lips, and moves his hands so that one snakes beneath the collar of Yoongi’s shirt, and the other slides up into his hair. They kiss like this for a long time, and the heat that’s been growing hotter and hotter in Jeongguk’s stomach slowly begins to boil. 

Then Yoongi reaches down and tugs up the back of his shirt, still moving so slowly, as if he’s just waiting for Jeongguk to tell him no, and slides both of his hands up the skin of Jeongguk’s back, under his shirt. The skin on skin contact is electric, and Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he clenches his hand in Yoongi’s hair. 

“Can we move to the bed?” he whispers into Yoongi’s mouth. Rather than answer, Yoongi just pulls his hands out from Jeongguk’s shirt, and lets him stand. Yoongi gets up quickly, and takes Jeongguk by the hand to lead him across the small room. But, then rather than push Jeongguk down onto the bed, Yoongi just flops back, encouraging him to climb on top. Jeongguk does, following Yoongi’s half-lidded gaze like a starving man. 

“What do you want, Guk-ah?” Yoongi whispers, and then pulls him down to continue kissing, like he couldn’t bear to wait any longer for Jeongguk’s answer before they were joined once again. Jeongguk thinks with the approximately three brain cells that still remain after the rest of them have fled. 

“I want you,” he says, laughing softly. 

“How do you want me, Guk-ah?”

“I want to feel you,” Jeongguk sighs into Yoongi’s mouth. “Want to see you.”

“You can take my shirt off, if you want.” Jeongguk sits up just enough to take in the look on Yoongi’s face. He realizes with a start that Yoongi looks almost more nervous than Jeongguk feels. Jeongguk just nods, and then sits up the rest of the way, his butt resting on Yoongi’s thighs. He reaches out, pleased that his hands aren’t shaking. In fact, his nerves have subsided. He finds that he’s ready for this. He’s excited. And he’s hard, oh, is he hard. And a cursory glance down tells him that Yoongi is too. This isn’t the first time they’ve gotten hard from making out, far from it. But a thrill goes down Jeongguk’s spine when he thinks that this is the first time that they’re going to do something about that. Sure, they’ve gone to separate rooms and taken care of themselves, and then watched a movie or something, but Jeongguk wants to help Yoongi, wants Yoongi to help him this time. He wants to see him, to feel him, to make him feel good. 

He unbuttons Yoongi’s shirt, and then pulls it open, tugging it out from his jeans. He’s not wearing an undershirt, and Jeongguk takes in the gloriousness of his naked torso, takes in his tattoos. There are a few, and Jeongguk wants to lick them. So, he does. He stoops down, and licks a fat stripe up between Yoongi’s pecks, and presses kisses to his hot skin. He sits back up, feeling flushed thanks to his boldness, and he sees how heavily Yoongi’s breathing. He reaches out and touches, gently running his hands along his chest, his thumbs ghosting over his nipples, and Yoongi shivers. Jeongguk watches at they start to harden, and then he does it again, enjoying Yoongi’s reactions. 

“You sound beautiful,” Jeongguk murmurs as Yoongi lets out a sigh. Then he takes his hands off of Yoongi, and reaches up to unbutton his own shirt. He does it as quicky as he can without fumbling, and then he shrugs his arms out, and tosses it to the floor. He feels only a little self conscious as Yoongi’s eyes rake over his naked skin, seeing his chest for the first time. His eyes go comically wide when he sees the metal bars through both of his nipples. 

Fuck, I love your piercings. How many do you have?”

“Twenty,” Jeongguk smirks. Yoongi reaches up and runs his hands along Jeongguk’s toned abs, and reaches up. He hesitates before he reaches his nipples. “You can touch, they’ve been healed for a long time now.” Then Yoongi does, and Jeongguk doesn’t moan, but he definitely doesn’t stay quiet. His nipples were sensitive before he got them pierced, and after they healed he realized they were even more sensitive. This is the first time someone else has touched them, however, and he wonders if that has something to do with it. 

“You sound beautiful, too, Guk,” Yoongi breathes, and he continues to let his hands roam. Then Jeongguk can’t stand it anymore, and he leans back down to press a much more heated kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. He runs both of his hands through his hair, and groans when Yoongi holds him close, his fingertips digging into his back. Then Jeongguk adjusts so this his groin is positioned right over Yoongi’s and he grinds his hips down. They both gasp, and Jeongguk’s pants are so tight, but he doesn’t want to stop. It feels so good, mind-blowingly good, and then he just has to see what it feels like without pants. 

“Pants off?” he says, pulling back just a fraction. Yoongi nods, and Jeongguk takes in his half-lidded eyes, his open mouth, and feels an inordinate amount of satisfaction at the notion that he’s the reason Yoongi’s like this. 

“Boxers too?”

That gives him pause. The nerves return briefly, before Jeongguk forces them away. He doesn’t need to feel nervous. He trusts Yoongi. He loves him, even if he’s not quite in love with him yet. Yet. 

“Yeah,” he breathes out, and Yoongi nods seriously. Jeongguk rolls off of him so that they both can take care of their pants and boxers and then they’re both naked. Jeongguk lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling for just a moment. He rolls his head to the side to see Yoongi staring at him. 

“You okay? If this is too much, too fast, just tell me. I won’t be upset.” Yoongi’s deep voice is impossibly soft, caring. It’s for that reason that Jeongguk just smiles. 

“I’m okay, hyung.”

“Okay, baby,” Yoongi whispers. Then Jeongguk props himself up on his elbow, and slowly rakes his eyes down Yoongi’s body. He’s thin, his hip bones jutting out ever so slightly, and his thick cock sits nestled in a well-groomed patch of black hair. He looks back up at Yoongi’s face, at his pink cheeks, at the way he’s staring so intently at his own face, like he’s waiting for permission to look. Then it occurs to him that he might be. 

“You can look too,” he says, smiling. And Yoongi does. He takes his time taking him in, and Jeongguk snorts in an incredibly un- romantic way when his eyes go wider when he takes in his cock. 

“Shit, Guk, you’re big.”

“Is that okay?”

Yoongi snorts, then, and reaches up to cover his face with both hands. He shakes his head. “Oh my god, you’re so cute.” He moves his hands, and stares hard at Jeongguk. “It’s more than okay. It’s fantastic. Now come back here.” Jeongguk wastes no time in rolling back on top of Yoongi. He kisses him again, relishing the feeling of skin-on-skin. He groans as he grinds down on Yoongi again, this time their hard cocks pressing tightly against each other, and touching himself has never felt this good. He starts to roll his hips down hard against Yoongi’s, and then once he’s started he can’t seem to stop. It feels too good. Yoongi feels too good, the sounds he’s making are too good. They kiss until they can’t seem to manage it anymore, and then Jeongguk presses his face into Yoongi’s neck, alternating between gasping and moaning, and pressing open, sucking kisses into his skin. He wants him to have a hickey, wants to leave him with a mark. It’s all too much, then, and he groans loud, biting down on Yoongi’s skin as he comes hard. He lets go of Yoongi’s skin, whining though the best orgasm he’s ever had. 

“Fuck, Guk, I’m so close,” Yoongi gasps, and when his cock starts to feel too sensitive to continue grinding down against Yoongi, he reaches down between them and grasps Yoongi’s cock for the first time. It’s slick with pre-come, as well as Jeongguk’s own jizz, and he grips hard has he starts to pump him fast, trying to bring him his own orgasm. Yoongi’s hands are still clenched on Jeongguk’s back, and he feels the bite of Yoongi’s short nails digging into his skin, and it hurts but he knows it’s because Yoongi feels so good right now. Then he’s coming with a long drawn out, “Ahhh,” his whole body tensing beneath Jeongguk’s. He keeps moving his hand, pressing kisses into his jaw and neck, over the already dark bruise on his neck, until Yoongi whines, and he lets go. Then he lets himself collapse down, his skin pressed flush against Yoongi’s from chest to groin. They breathe deeply, trying to calm themselves down. 

“Shit, hyung, that was amazing,” Jeongguk whispers into Yoongi’s hair. 

“You bit me,” Yoongi says, sounding mildly incredulous. Jeongguk pulls back so he can look into his eyes. 

“What that okay?”

Yoongi’s whole face flushes, and he bites his lip, nodding. “Yeah, yeah, that was okay. I liked it, it just surprised me.” Jeongguk laughs, then, and presses his face against his neck again. Yoongi holds him close for a long while as they both work on feeling normal again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m way more than okay, hyung. I’m perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Oh stop that.” Then Yoongi gently pats his shoulder. “Get up, baby, let me get something to clean us up with.” Jeongguk just rolls off of him again, and lies sprawled out on the bed as Yoongi stands and walks into the bathroom, naked and covered in come, and Jeongguk would be lying if he said that it wasn’t the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He returns a moment later with a towel, wiping his stomach off as he walks. He stops by the counter on his way, and picks up both his present and the one for Jeongguk. Then he sets them down on the bed, and crawls on again. He wipes Jeongguk down, and it feels so intimate Jeongguk almost starts to feel worked up again. 

He tosses his towel into the hamper that sits by the end of the bed, and then crawls up to the head of the bed, pulling the blanket up and sliding in. “Come on, get under the blanket, it’s cold.” Jeongguk joins him under the covers, and sits pressed against Yoongi’s side as his boyfriend reaches over and grabs both of the presents. “Who first?” he asks, looking up at Jeongguk. 

“Open yours first,” he says, smiling, and Yoongi doesn’t hesitate before picking up the bag Jeongguk brought with him. He pulls out the tissue paper at the top, and reaches inside, an eager smile on his face. He pulls out the bath bombs first, gasping with a smile, looking up at Jeongguk with wide, happy eyes. 

“Oh, baby, you’re the absolute best.”

“That’s not all,” Jeongguk says, nudging the bag. 

“There’s more?” He reaches into the bag again, and pulls out the tissue-paper wrapped frame. He opens it, and gasps softly. Jeongguk found a beautiful silver frame that has a pawprint on the top corner, and a dog bone on the bottom corner, and put the photo of Yoongi and Holly that he printed inside. Yoongi looks up at him again with suspiciously shiny eyes.

“Merry Christmas, hyung.” 

“Thank you,” he whispers, and reaches up with one hand to cup his cheek so he can pull him down for a deep kiss. Jeongguk almost gets distracted enough to forget his own present, but then Yoongi pulls away. He picks up the small box, and hands it to Jeongguk. 

Jeongguk opens it, and his mouth falls open. Sitting inside the box is a thin silver chain. Jeongguk pulls it out and sees that it’s a bracelet, and though it’s simple, it’s beautiful. He looks at Yoongi, managing to close his mouth and swallow hard. “Hyung, this is too much.”

“Oh stop, it’s not. If anything it’s not enough. But I saw it and thought it would look good on you, so I got it. Do you like it?”

“I love it, hyung.” Jeongguk kisses him again, but then pulls back. “Will you put it on me?” he asks, holding it out. Yoongi takes it carefully, and clasps it around Jeongguk’s right wrist. It fits perfectly, not too tight, but not so loose that it’ll fall off, or slide too far up his wrist. Jeongguk kisses him again. “Thank you,” he whispers against his mouth. 

“Merry Christmas, baby.”