Merry Christmas ❅

So every year I churn out a short Christmas fic and cookies for you if you can guess which pairing this is before you get to the very bottom (hint: it's currently my otp of all otps and no I'm not in it. also, the otp that ruined me in all the right ways this year BLESS THIS OTP)

So... MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! I LOVE YOU ALL ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Seoul on Christmas Eve is a thick blanket of snow and a thin whisper of veiled glances  between two people with the slightest hint of frost biting on their fingertips, gnawing at  the flesh to make sure fingers find fingers and intertwine to spark up human warmth. They're  a little bit too old for Christmas wishes, a little bit too known to roam the streets  freely, and a little bit too scared for kisses under the mistletoe. So they have this  instead. And this is nice. This feels just right. This is just the two of them alone  together.

Rooftops aren't exactly warm places fifteen minutes before midnight but they can't bring  themselves to care. They can't even bring themselves to care about what they are. They're  more than just friends but not daring enough to call themselves lovers, because that would  just make things complicated and ever since debut, complications just added to a pile of  unwanted things (like sleeping with their makeup still on and pasting forced smiles and  "Damn it, Tao, find someone else to shower with").

It all started slowly - what they have between them - like a leaky faucet maybe, trickling  down at the rate of teardrops until it eventaully turned into a wave of feelings they  couldn't deny. Until fleeting glances became wistful stares and their skin grazing against  each other became an entirely different thing, an entirely different feeling. They don't  look at each other in the same way anymore and smiles have hidden meanings that they  uncover during the car rides back to the dorm, when everyone else is on the brink of  disturbed sleeping patterns while they brush off the ache in their bones and communicate  in silent ways. No one knows. No one has to. They're fine on their own.

"Hyung. What are we, really?"

Damn it Jongin, we're together. "I... I don't know. We can be whatever you want us to be."

"Can we be nothing, then? At least if we're nothing, we can last forever."

Kyungsoo can't stop the smile that curls itself on his face. "Merry Christmas, you  cheeseball."

"At least I'm your cheeseball."

Jongin isn't surprised by the punch he receives on his shoulder. He laughs and it sounds  like a thousand holiday greetings to Kyungsoo.

"Merry Christmas too, hyung."

Ehehehehehehehehe, I hope you liked it! ^3^