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The house was quiet as a mouse when Kim Seokjin opened his eyes, blinking dazedly at the hazy blush of dawn that was just barely beginning to tinge the sky outside the windows. He sighed contentedly, burrowing further under the covers against the cool bite of air against his cheeks.
A smile crept slow across his face and he sat up abruptly, pushing the blankets aside and swinging bare feet to the floor, gasping at the chill.
“Cold cold cold,” he chanted, and danced across the room and around the partition to where Yoongi’s shock of silvery hair could be seen barely peeking above the cocoon of blankets he had curled into a ball beneath. Seokjin lifted a corner and crawled under, wrapping himself around Yoongi from behind and burying his nose in the nape of his neck.
“Hyung?” Yoongi croaked out, shifting to crane a glance over his shoulder, eyes barely open, frown creasing his forehead. “What are you doing?”
“Merry Christmas,” Seokjin sang sweetly, leaning around to pepper kisses across Yoongi’s cheekbone and down to his soft pouting lips. “Merry Christmas,” he repeated, giggling as Yoongi nipped him mid-kiss.
“Merry Christmas hyung,” he returned huskily, rolling back over and grumbling low in his chest. “Now let me sleep.”
“Come out for cocoa in a few minutes okay?” Seokjin ordered firmly, pinching him under the blanket, giggling and rolling away as Yoongi cursed and flailed at him. The muttered words that followed may have been more curses, or may have been assent; Seokjin didn’t know.
He closed the door quietly and ducked into the bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth quickly before moving into the kitchen and turning the stove on high, pot of water already filled and ready. The cocoa powder and sugar concoction he had proudly insisted on mixing up the previous night was waiting to the side, ready to be stirred in once the water was boiling.
The maknae’s room was his next stop. Jeongguk was sprawled comfortably across his bed, and Seokjin flung himself on top of him, squirming around and bouncing energetically.
“Ya, Merry Christmas,” he crowed as Jeongguk groaned at Seokjin’s high pitched laugh near his ear. “Wake up sleepy head.”
Jeongguk groaned again and twisted to grab the older boy, yanking him down and attempting to smother him in the pillow. The muffled ya’s did nothing to deter him and it was a long minute before Seokjin fought free and emerged flushed and tousled to chop his hand at Jeongguk’s neck.
“Brat,” he grumbled, eyes wide and shocked, and Jeongguk laughed, voice thick with sleep.
“Merry Christmas Jin-hyung,” he murmured reaching up to drag Seokjin down with both hands behind his head, but this time it was for a kiss, slow and lazy. Seokjin pressed into it, pushing Jeongguk down into the pillows, and he went easily, laughing up against plump lips.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whined, eyes closed as Seokjin moved to nip at his jaw and ear. “Ah Hyung. I’m tired.” He pushed him away halfheartedly and Seokjin let him, clambering to his feet.
“Get up and come get cocoa and marshmallows,” he ordered, yanking the blankets down around Jeongguk’s feet. “Ten minutes.”
The reply was mumbled and mostly whining, but Seokjin knew he would get up. Christmas morning was probably the only thing that could rouse the maknae without a fight. Without too much of a fight, he amended mentally, grinning as he left.
Jimin and Hoseok were already awake. He knew as soon as he opened the door and saw Jimin’s empty bed while soft giggles fell on his ears.
“Hyung,” Jimin exclaimed, leaping out of Hoseok’s bed to wrap arms and legs around Seokjin, hanging off him like a koala. “Merry Christmas!” He wrapped his arms around Seokjin’s neck and tugged him down for a series of wet kisses, most of which landed on his lips, though some trailed down to neck and collarbone. He wiggled playfully in Seokjin’s arms, squeezing tightly with his legs and Seokjin waddled awkwardly to the bed and flung him back onto it.
“Merry Christmas,” he grinned back with a loud smacking kiss before leaning across Jimin’s pinned body to cup Hoseok’s face in his hands and kiss him thoroughly, thumbs pressing gently into twin dimples. Hoseok grinned and yanked Seokjin out of Jimin’s grasp to pin him to the bed and clamber onto him.
“Merry Christmas Jin-hyung,” he murmured, brushing open mouth kisses down his throat. Seokjin shivered under him and tilted his head to the side, exposing more skin to that hot roving mouth.
“Ya,” he murmured weakly, feeling a flicker of arousal unfurling in his gut. “Ya, I need to make cocoa. Get off, Hobi.”
“Cocoa can wait,” Hoseok murmured sultrily, and Seokjin was temped but only for a moment.
“Later,” he gasped and squirmed free, flushing with pleasure at the disappointed look on Hoseok’s face. Jimin sported a matching one, cheeks flushed and plump lower lip caught between uneven teeth. Seokjin dove back in and kissed Jimin’s cute pout, unable to resist. “Later.”
Hoseok laughed brightly at that, dimples flashing. “That’s fine. I have Jiminie for company.” He leaned forward and pulled Jimin back to him, cradeling him in his lap and tilting him into a deep kiss, little whimpers instantly falling from Jimin's parted lips.
“Ten minutes,” Seokjin warned affectionately, heart in his throat. “Or I’ll eat your marshmallows.”
The startled squeak from Jimin let Seokjin know his warning had not gone unheeded.
Creeping into the last bedroom he smiled at the sight of Taehyung curled up in Namjoon’s bed, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow, pretty face slack with sleep, plush lips parted gently. Namjoon blinked sleepily up at him from where he was curled around Taehyung’s back, arm draped across his waist.
“Merry Christmas,” Namjoon whispered, dimples appearing slowly, and Seokjin felt his cheeks heat as he crawled across Taehyung’s sleeping form to straddle Namjoon, the younger boy’s hands coming up to rest gently on his hips, fingers skimming absently under the edge of his sleep shirt.
“Merry Christmas Joon-ah.” He leaned down and braced his elbows on either side of his head, pressing quick kisses into both dimples.
Namjoon grinned, eyes curving closed as he tilted up to catch Seokjin’s mouth, sucking gently on his lower lip. His tongue swept across it, slick and hot, and Seokjin moaned softly and opened his mouth to him, rolling his hips down as Namjoon licked eagerly into his mouth.
The kiss deepen, soft wet sounds drawing sighs from Seokjin’s lips, and his eyes closed blissfully. He shuddered as Namjoon rolled his hips up into him, long fingers gripping him tightly and pulling Seokjin down to meet him.
Seokjin might have gotten distracted enough to be pulled from his hot chocolate task had a quiet voice not broken through the warm haze of arousal and a gentle hand carded through his hair.
“Merry Christmas Jin-hyung." Taehyung tugged gently at him and Seokjin let himself be pulled upright. Taehyung has apparently awoken and squirmed into a sitting position unnoticed and was laughing huskily now, voice even deeper with sleep as he leaned in to replace Namjoon’s mouth with his own.
“Aren’t you going to make us cocoa?” he questioned around the kiss. “You said you would last night.” He nipped gently at Seokjin’s lower lip, hand cupping his cheek lovingly, and the elder boy sighed and let his eyes fall closed again.
“I am.”
“Didn’t look like it to me,” Taehyung countered cheekily and Namjoon laughed beneath them, fingers still burning across Seokjin’s skin.
“He may have gotten a little distracted,” he agreed, wriggling to push Seokjin out of his lap to sit between them. “We can continue this later.”
“Later,” Seokjin repeated dazedly, lost in Taehyung’s plush lips. “Cocoa. Ya, you two, distracting me.”
“You did that all by yourself,” Taehyung murmured and Seokjin bit him, eliciting pleased laughter from both boys.
“Go,” Namjoon pushed gently. “Jiminie will be sad if you don’t.”
Seokjin reluctantly pulled away, adjusting his pants awkwardly as he stood. Taehyung snickered behind his hand, Namjoon’s arms coming up to wrap around him as he sat up and rested his chin on the younger’s shoulder.
“Five minutes,” Seokjin muttered, pink cheeked as he shuffled away.
He smiled to himself as he padded silently into the kitchen, yawning as he lined up the 7 mugs on the counter, whipped cream and marshmallows ready beside them. The water was boiling and he upended the cocoa mix into the pot, stirring briskly as he turned the burner off, the smell of chocolate filling the air.
Quick steps sounded behind him and slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist, warm lips dropping kisses onto his bare shoulder where his loose shirt had slipped.
“Almost ready?” Jimin breathed excitedly, and Seokjin twisted to claim pouty lips.
“All done.” He turned back to the stove and carefully disengaged himself from Jimin’s clingy grasp. ”Back up Chim Chim so I don’t burn you.”
Jimin obligingly released him and bounced out of the room. Seokjin could hear him in the living room, presumably switching on lights to the tree, as he poured the cocoa, divvying up the whipped cream and marshmallows. He hummed with a pleased toss of his bangs as he added a handful of bright sprinkles to Taehyung, Jeongguk and Jimin’s mugs at the last minute.
Another pair of arms looped around his shoulders and Seokjin smiled as Jeongguk yawned sleepily.
“I’m up, I’m up,” he grumbled but Seokjin felt him smile against his shoulder.
“Here.” He pressed two mugs into the youngest’s hands and a kiss to his nose. “Give one to Tae.”
Yoongi shuffled in as Jeongguk exited and Seokjin plied him with two more mugs.
“One for you, one for Hobi.” He lifted the remaining three himself and followed them into the living room. His steps slowed in the doorway, and he paused, happiness swelling in him as he surveyed the picturesque scene.
Jimin was excitedly sorting through the gifts under the tree, and let out a shriek when Namjoon narrowly missed smashing a gift underfoot as he stumbled to a seat on the floor beside Taehyung, who lay on his stomach cuddling a pillow beneath him. Jeongguk was leaning against Taehyung’s shoulder, mug in both hands, whipped cream on his lips and eyes already fluttering closed again. Hoseok was cross legged beside the couch, head resting on Yoongi’s knee, the other boy’s fingers threading absently through silky red locks.
Kim Seokjin couldn’t recall a time when he had been happier.
He thought he must have sighed or spoken aloud because the boys turned as one to look at him, faces softening and brightening.
“Merry Christmas hyung,” they chorused together, and he exhaled a laugh, moving forward to fall in among them, heart so full he thought it might burst out of his chest.
“Merry Christmas,” he choked out, covering his emotion with a lilting giggle that took them all with him.
He had everything he’d ever wanted.