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“this doesn’t make sense. it won't work!” jeongguk frowns, leaning back on the couch he was sitting at.
“think about it.” jimin scolds, “hyung is obsessed with everything christmas!”
“for once, i agree with jimin.” yoongi comments, shrugging idly. when jimin scowled at him, he sent the younger a cheeky wink.
“either way,” namjoon snorts, “if you don’t want to participate, then don’t. at the end of the day, who’ll be getting kisses from seokjin?”
“not you,” taehyung snickers, sending a flying kiss the maknae’s way.
“not with that attitude, that’s for sure.” hoseok giggles, making the others laugh.
“fuck off, all of you.” jeongguk huffed, “don’t you think he’ll figure it out? we don’t give a shit about christmas, and suddenly there’s mistletoe’s all over the place? we’ve never done mistletoe’s, and now we’re asking him to put them up? and he’s not going to blink an eye at that?”
namjoon and yoongi looked at each other thoughtfully. the elder leaned forward, clasping his hands together.
“well,” he shrugged, “there’s not much we can do about that, now, can we?”
“we should come up with an order.” namjoon suggested, “so we all get a chance.”
“that’s a great idea!” taehyung grinned, “that way, we won't need to have overlaps or confusions.”
“yeah,” jimin snorted, “as if we’d be able to come up with a fair order.”
“what do you mean?”
“think about it,” the raven-haired boy hummed, “we’ll all want to go first, won't we? the risk runs too high. what if he figures it out by the fourth person, and the other two don’t get a chance?”
after a few moments of thoughtful silence, jeongguk interrupts loudly.
“hoseok-hyung should go last!” he gasps, “he’s already kissed hyung before!”
“ay, you brat, sit down before i beat you up.” hoseok retaliated, “it was a peck! it didn’t even last a second! and – and it was literally an accident. everyone saw.”
“yeah. i'll agree with hobi-hyung. that doesn’t count.” taehyung said, “but do you know who i think should go last? jeongguk.”
“me? why me?” the youngest gasped, looking at his hyungs accusingly.
“oh, fuck yes,” yoongi groaned, “i'm so sick of seokjin and his, ‘oh, jeongguk is so cute!’ ‘jeongguk did this!’ ‘jeongguk did that!’”
“you're just jealous because he spends more time in my bed!”
“shut up. no one’s jealous of you.” namjoon grunted, slapping the back of jeongguk’s neck lightly.
“i agree.” hoseok shook his head, “jeongguk deserves to go last, with all that hogging he does.”
“alright, so it’s final,” yoongi announces, grabbing a stray notepad from the table next to his couch. “jeongguk – six.”
“bullies.” jeongguk whines, “you're all bullies.”
“what about first, though?” taehyung wonders aloud.
“i want to give it to yoongi-hyung simply out of pity.” jimin snickered.
“y-yah!” yoongi snaps, a shy blush coating his cheeks. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“that yoonjin has been dead since 2016.” namjoon replies, which sends everyone into a frenzy.
“whatever. you guys don’t know shit.” yoongi grumbles, a little salty.
“i actually think taehyung or jimin should go first,” hoseok suggests, “since yoongi-hyung isn’t the touchiest with hyung, he might get suspicious. taehyung and jimin, on the other hand – “
“alright, i'll go first!” taehyung perks up.
“works for me.” yoongi shrugs. “hoseok, you wanna go second?”
“mhm.”
“right.” yoongi bites his lip, “jimin or namjoon, who’s going third?”
“me, duh.” jimin rolls his eyes, “sorry hyung, but no one cares about namjin anymore.”
“that is not true,” namjoon gasps, offended. “i still have plenty of shippers to support me – “
“yeah, and they’re barely hanging on.” jeongguk snorts, “you don’t give them content. when was the last time everyone went crazy over a namjin moment? can you recall, hyung?”
“i'll have to agree with jeongguk on this one.” taehyung comments, “we three? we’re committed. this is war, hyungs. a war you don’t take seriously.”
namjoon, yoongi, and hoseok shared looks, before the three burst out laughing.
“yeah, yeah. whatever,” yoongi coughed. he had laughed so hard; tears left his eyes. “so, namjoon’s going third,”
“unfair.” jimin mumbled.
“and…” he paused, “i'll take one for the team and go last.”
“we must applaud your sacrifice, hyung,” taehyung role-plays dramatically, clapping his hands. the others laugh, but join in too.
“what are we clapping for, guys?”
the sudden, bright, sweet voice of seokjin startles them all, and they stop immediately. the elder walked into their living room, bags of groceries in his hands.
yoongi quickly scrambles to hide the list, pushing it into the drawer of the center table.
seokjin furrows his eyebrows, “is… is everything okay?”
the six of them quickly shuffle around, loud voices reassuring that nothing is wrong, and seokjin grins happily.
“okay! can someone help me with my groceries?”
“i will!” jeongguk jumped up quickly, smiling big as the elder ruffled his hair.
kiss ass, yoongi mouthed to namjoon, who immediately burst out laughing.
“we need to decorate the tree by tonight,” seokjin reminded.
“hyung, we still have five days to christmas,” yoongi laughed, shaking his head.
“i know,” seokjin gasped, “it’s already too late!”
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KISSING SEOKJIN HYUNG UNDER THE MISTLETOE
- TAEHYUNG
- HOSOEK
- NAMJOON
- JIMIN
- YOONGI
- JEONGGUK (kiss ass)
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EXHIBIT A: 23RD DECEMBER, 9:06 AM
“taehyung?” seokjin asked, surprised to see the younger boy in the kitchen, cooking egg rolls early in the morning.
“oh! hey, hyung.” taehyung grinned.
seokjin smiled, albeit he was still confused. “what’re you doing up so early? i didn’t even hear you,” he commented, rubbing the micro-fiber towel through his wet hair.
“oh, hyung. the christmas spirit woke me up,” he twirled exaggeratedly, which made seokjin laugh, consequently putting a big smile on taehyung’s face.
“come on. let’s have some food. you must be hungry!”
before he could object, the younger had grabbed seokjin by his hand, pulling him towards the dining room, all while balancing the plate of egg rolls and toast in his other hand.
“wow. thank you,” seokjin chuckled, taking a seat opposite of taehyung, who, very precisely, resembled an over-excited golden retriever right now.
the black-haired boy smiled, using his chopsticks to lift an egg roll to his hyung’s mouth. he nudged it against his lips, and seokjin took a big bite.
the elder’s eyes widened, “these are good,”
“you taught me how to make them,”
seokjin laughed, nodding as he giggled relentlessly. “that makes sense,” he teased.
“ah, hyung!” taehyung shook his head, though he still wore a fond smile on his face.
as they made idle talk, seokjin eyes travelled to their christmas tree, that they had decorated together.
he bit his lip, happy at how wonderful that memory was. he wanted to spend all christmas’ like this – with all seven of them.
“t-taehyung!” seokjin gasped, looking up to the ceiling, he finally (much to taehyung’s relief) noticed the mistletoe that hung between them.
“oh my god,” taehyung gasped as well, pressing his palm over his mouth, trying to act surprised, even though he was smiling behind his hand.
“oh dear.” seokjin spoke, the red from his ears making his way to his cheeks, in a beautiful scarlet rose red. “ah, who put that there?”
“i don’t know,” taehyung lied, “must’ve been from the five of them,”
“right,” seokjin bit his lip, looking anywhere but in the younger’s eyes. “we don’t – “
“it’s tradition, isn’t it, hyung?”
“i – uh. well, yeah, but – “
“then let’s kiss!” taehyung exclaimed, leaning forward enthusiastically.
“yes – yeah,” seokjin nodded, “let’s um. let’s kiss.”
taehyung grinned, getting up from the seat on his chair, he walked across the dining table to giggle at the elder. he turned seokjin’s chair around, pulling another one and pushing it taut against his.
seokjin gulped nervously, mouth slightly open as he tried to calm his nerves.
taehyung held his face in his hands, while his other warm palm rested on his thigh.
the younger truly could not hold back any longer, he leaned forward and finally pressed his lips against seokjin's.
the elder let out a tiny gasp, but kissed back anyways, choosing to wrap his arms around taehyung’s neck.
taehyung loved the feeling of seokjin’s lips on his.
he could feel the slight jitter and nervousness in seokjin, and for some absurd reason, that made him even more endeared.
after a few moments, seokjin tried to pull away, but taehyung did not let him, forming a tight grip on his waist instead, pushing the fabric of his sweater up, to brush gently at his hip bone.
he swiped his tongue against seokjin’s bottom lip, as the coldness of his hands hit his hyung’s stomach, he used the little gasp that left seokjin as a way to push his tongue inside the warm mouth.
seokjin let out a broken whimper, as taehyung caressed his mouth, and at the sound, the younger had to pull away, too afraid that he would get a boner, which would lead to a very awkward explanation.
instead, he chose to rest his forehead against the elder’s, as they both caught their breaths.
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EXHIBIT B: 23RD DECEMBER, 4:32 PM.
seokjin was almost about to take a well-deserved nap, but suddenly, the sound of a loud christmas carol interrupted him.
he giggled from where he was laying on the bed, getting up and jogging out to find hoseok hanging some of his family’s traditional decorations (that he got in the mail) on their tree.
“hyung! c’mere! let’s dacne!” he yelled from the fireplace, next to where the tree was. seokjin laughed loudly, before rushing down the stairs to reach his hobi.
“where’s everyone else?” he asked, standing in front of hoseok, and started moving his body to the tune of feliz navidad.
“i don’t know!” hoseok shrugged, intertwining one of his hands with seokjins, he giggled as the two of them started singing along, moving to the beat and jumping around.
seokjin laughed loudly, clapping his hands in enthusiasm when hoseok started dancing. he always loved to spend time with his hobi. he made him feel free, and with how bright and amazing hoseok was, he was always cheered up when with him.
hoseok suddenly grabbed his hand, while placing the other one around his waist. he moved the two of them around, as they salsa-d to deck the halls.
seokjin joined his dramatic antics as well, and soon they were dancing theatrical salsa moves all over the first floor of their house, as they sang along to the songs.
hoseok suddenly paused when they were about to enter the kitchen, and seokjin looked up in confusion, where hoseok had been staring.
he was faced with a mistletoe.
“hobi – “ he blushed, biting his lip.
hoseok only giggled, “it’s tradition, hyung!” he exclaimed, not waiting for seokjin’s response, he placed his hands on the elder’s waist, kissing him, all while still moving to the beat of the song.
seokjin giggled into the kiss; hoseok definitely knew how to make him happy. he kisses back with just as much enthusiasm, wrapping his hands around his neck, as he played with the younger’s hair gently.
the song changed to last christmas i gave you my heart when hoseok pulled away, grinning wildly at his blushing hyung, he reached out one of his hands, bowing slightly as he curtsied.
“may i have this dance, my lovely?”
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EXHIBIT C: 24TH DECEMBER, 1:07 PM.
before namjoon made everyone listen to a sample demo song he made, he made seokjin listen to it.
it was a ritual, of sorts.
when they were training, and after their debut, seokjin would be the only one awake at the ungodly hours he was. (he was obsessed with dancing till each of his moves were perfect.)
he’d call the elder to his studio, and, like always, seokjin would help him out by giving him an insight of another person that was not him.
“hyung,” he spoke into the intercom, “come to my studio, please?”
“coming, namjoonie!” his excited voice replied, and the younger grinned.
the door of the mini-studio opened to reveal seokjin in his wonderful glory, clad in a pretty pink sweater.
“i was trying to recreate jingle bell rock with a little bit of rap,” he explained, scratching his chin. “ah. i don’t know how it sounds, though.”
seokjin grinned, “what am i hear for, then?”
namjoon smiled, handing him a pair of headphones, he played the song.
seokjin bopped along to the song, but gasped instantly when he heard namjoon’s voice.
he looked at the younger with a big smile and wide eyes, clapping enthusiastically. when the song got over, he looked happier than ever.
“so good! this is so good, namjoon!” he exclaimed, “you need to release this, please.”
namjoon laughed, “ah, i'll think about it, hyung.” he tapped his finger against his desk, “you know hyung, i was actually wondering if you’d play the guitar for me, in this song.”
seokjin chuckled, “yeah, and ruin the song?”
namjoon frowned, slapping him lightly, “i'm serious,” he whined, “they’re simple chords, and i've always wanted to use your guitar skills in my song, hyung.”
“i mean… if you say so, joonie.”
namjoon grinned, “will you do it right now?”
“uh, sure?”
“great!” namjoon smiled, getting up and dragging seokjin to yoongi’s mini-studio, where his guitar was kept.
they walked in, and the first thing they did was play around with yoongi’s xylophone. after a few moments of this and that, they picked up seokjin’s guitar, and started making their way outside.
“hyung,” namjoon paused suddenly.
a mistletoe, stuck on the door frame. somehow, they’d both missed it when they walked in.
“oh.” seokjin blushed, “yoongi put this up here, didn’t he?”
“probably.” namjoon shrugged, blushing a little, too.
“should we – “
“i think we should.” the younger squeaked, finally looking up to meet seokjin’s eyes.
“yeah.” seokjin nodded. his cheeks were still red. he placed his guitar on the floor, walking forward to stand in front of namjoon.
“you're perfect kissing height for me.” he blurted, “i mean… since i'm kind of tall, so, uh.”
“yeah! yeah, i didn’t notice that,” seokjin laughed nervously.
namjoon placed a gentle hand on his hip, pulling him close. he nudged his lips with seokjin’s, and the elder’s breath was caught in his throat.
“can i?” he asked tentatively, biting his lip.
seokjin nodded, leaning up a little, to press his lips against namjoons.
the younger was careful with his movements, soft, gentle, and everything seokjin predicted (and hoped) he would be. he tasted like coffee, and musk and intellect, and seokjin felt like drowning in him and his kisses.
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EXHIBIT D: 24TH DECEMBER, 9:58 PM.
seokjin hummed softly, squirting a dollop of shampoo onto his hand, he rubbed the strawberry scented liquid in his hair. massaging his head, he sighed softly.
looking back at yesterday and today, it had definitely been… eventful.
he thought back to all the kisses, all the fucking mistletoe’s – which, now that he thought about it, putting them up meant that seokjin had dug his own grave. he didn’t even realize he had bought that many, let alone hung them up at every corner of the house.
currently, he was taking his nightly shower.
the other boys always teased him for it, but he had a need to shower twice in the day, along with his very complicated skin routine. (seriously, how did they think he got that amazing skin?)
he sighed, shaking his head. he turned off the shower, opening the glass door to walk into the bathroom.
he opened the door, but he screamed. screamed, at the sight of jimin brushing his teeth with utmost nonchalance.
“holy shit!” he shrieked, and the younger grinned at him. jimin spit out the white toothpaste from his mouth.
“hi hyung!” he exclaimed, smiling brightly.
seokjin groaned, using his hands to cover his… goods, trying to look for where his towel was. (and for once, he cursed himself for designing such a huge fucking bathroom)
before he noticed, jimin was already walking towards him, with the cloth in his hand.
seokjin tried to grab it form the younger’s hands, but jimin had other plans, as he wrapped it around the elder’s waist himself, tucking in the two folds together so it stayed.
“you're supposed to inform me if you walk into my washroom like that,” seokjin whined, although a pretty blush was decorating his cheeks, the skin of his waist still hot from jimin’s touches.
“sorry, hyung.” jimin replied cheekily, and seokjin had to roll his eyes – he looked anything but sorry.
jimin knelt down to one of the cabinets, pulling out another baby pink towel, and wrapped it around seokjin’s shoulders.
“you should stop having a bath at night,” jimin frowned, “it’s really cold, hyung.” he rubbed the towel over seokjin’s upper body, drying off the stray droplets of water.
jimin took seokjin’s nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb, rubbing the nub softly. the elder gasped loudly, the blush on his cheek intensifying, he slapped the younger’s hand away.
“see? even your nipples are hard.”
“y-yah! sh – shut up!” seokjin stuttered, which made jimin chuckle.
the younger grabbed the stool that rest in front of the dressing mirror, seating seokjin down on it. he grabbed a bottle of hair serum from the racks of beauty products, and poured some on is hands.
he rubbed the liquid between his fingers, slowly massaging it onto seokjin’s wet hair. the elder sighed satisfyingly, closing his eyes, he leaned back lightly onto jimin’s black cotton t-shirt.
“you stopped using this,” jimin commented, “you shouldn’t have. made your hair smell nice.”
“what, i don’t smell nice anymore?” seokjin popped an eye open, looking up teasingly.
“you always smell nice,” jimin flicked his shoulder.
“thank you,” seokjin shook his head, “but i need to get dressed now.”
“okay!” jimin replied enthusiastically, grabbing his hand and pulling seokjin towards his walk-in closet.
“stop running,” seokjin whined, “my towels gonna fall off – “
jimin immediately stopped in his tracks, he looked and shrugged. “i won't mind that, hyung.”
seokjin rolled his eyes, choosing to hold the towel on his waist instead, and let himself be dragged by jimin, anyways.
when seokjin walked into his closet, he immediately turned to the first cabinet, to pull out his underwear, so he could rid himself of the flimsy towel that kept slipping off of him.
“what’re you doing here, by the wa – “
“oh my fuck.” seokjin sighed, coming face to face with a mistletoe, with jimin on the other side of it.
“next year, i'm going to be the only one hanging these everywhere,” seokjin huffed, “it’s as if all of us have covered the house with nothing but mistletoes!”
jimin laughed, getting on his tip-toes to pluck the green plant from the thin string it was suspended from, on the ceiling of the closet.
“next year, hyung.” jimin said chucking the mistletoe at the floor, “but right now… it’s time we complete this tradition, hm?”
jimin stalked towards his hyung his sharp eyes, mischievous grin on his face, and look that made seokjin want to whimper.
the younger was not patient; he quickly pulled seokjin forward with force, wrapping his arms around the slim waist, so that their fronts were touching completely.
no words were said between the two as jimin kissed him.
both of them were blessed with beautiful, bouncy lips that made the kiss all the more wonderful. jimin did not give seokjin a chance, choosing to dominate the kiss instantly, pushing his tongue inside the elder’s mouth, playing with his tongue.
his small hands circled their way to seokjin’s backside, he gave the delightful ass a good squeeze, making the elder moan instantaneously.
jimin did not stop kissing him, but he slammed the broad shoulders against one of the walls.
seokjin was knocked out of breath as jimin began kissing down his neck, he leaned his head back, gasping loudly, he squirmed and moaned at the younger’s skillful mouth, biting and teasing his neck, all while grinding down at his front, causing his cock to twitch in excitement.
jimin wrapped his hands around the underside of seokjin’s thighs, gripping tightly, he lifted seokjin up. this startled the elder to no end. nonetheless, he wrapped his arms around jimin, kissing the younger man again.
jimin sat him down on one of the open tables seokjin used for ironing his clothes, leaning down to his neck again.
he wasn’t biting hickies onto his neck; gentle sucks that resulted in several red spots on his neck.
seokjin threw his head back and moaned loudly, jimin’s hands were now pushing away at the towel, and rested on his thighs.
the elder whimpered softly; his thighs felt sensitive and jimin was not helping with his small, but meaningful touches.
when jimin started kissing his mouth again, seokjin reached his hands to the younger’s cock, but as soon as his palm made contact with the fabric of jimin’s sweatpants, he pulled away.
the raven panted against seokjin for a moment, and the elder would've said something, but his mind was foggy and he felt dazed.
jimin pecked seokjin’s nose, smiling at him, “merry christmas eve, hyung.” he whispered, before leaving the closet, leaving seokjin confused, and very turned on.
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EXHIBIT E: 24TH DECEMBER, 11:55 PM.
“seokjin hyung?” yoongi asks, surprised to see his hyung enter the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
“yoongi-chi?” the elder asks, “what’re you doing up so late?”
“what are you doing?” yoongi asks instead, raising an eyebrow, “you sleep by ten usually, hyung,”
(seokjin blushes a little, and yoongi suspects jimin went overboard – that flirty brat.)
“ah…” seokjin says, “i don’t know… i couldn’t sleep.”
“oh,” yoongi nods, turning away to the stove. seokjin looks at him confused, but then the younger hands him a cup of hot chocolate.
“thank you,” seokjin giggles, taking a sip.
“no problem,” yoongi waves his hand in dismissal, “i do this every night, pretty much.” he snorts.
“but you made this for yourself, though,” seokjin frowns, after noticing that the pot of boiling milk was now empty, and yoongi didn’t have a cup.
“it’s okay,” yoongi chuckles, “i didn’t really feel like having it anyways,”
“wanna go to the living room? it’s kind of cold here,” seokjin suggests, and yoongi nods, getting off the kitchen stool.
“i feel like i haven’t talked to you alone, in so long,” seokjin frowns, mumbling on the way to the living room.
“right?” yoongi snorted, “maybe if jeongguk wasn’t hogging you all the time – “
“don’t be mean!” seokjin giggled.
the elder pulled yoongi with his hand, walking him towards the couch, and yoongi furrowed his brows in confusion.
yoongi sat down on the corner of the couch, while seokjin sat on the one adjacent to his.
he was still confused with the situation, until his eyes landed on a green plant, hovering over the two of them. he looked forward to see seokjin staring at it, too.
“i remember putting this here,” seokjin mumbled with a smile.
he looked at yoongi, and the younger was taken aback by how beautiful seokjin looked.
“should we kiss, then?” yoongi blurted out before he could stop himself, blushing after he realized what he had done.
seokjin placed his mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table. he got up to sit next to yoongi.
“i guess we should,” he whispered, leaning forward he pressed his lips against the youngers.
yoongi wanted to cringe at his chapped lips, but he smiled because seokjin really did not seem to mind.
yoongi pulled him closer by his waist, and seokjin decided to get up to straddle yoongi’s lap. the younger couldn’t help as his hands trailed down to his ass.
he gave the ass a squeeze, and seokjin whimpered brokenly into his mouth. yoongi pushed his tongue inside seokjin’s mouth for a few moments, kissing his open mouth.
their touch was still gentle, and before they knew it, a loud ting from their main grandfather clock interrupted them.
seokjin pulled away, a little breathless, he smiled, “merry christmas, yoongi-chi.”
yoongi grinned, his heart was beating out of his chest, and he felt like he was high. he didn’t plan this kiss. fate did.
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“all of you had tongue?” hoseok gaped, staring at yoongi, taehyung and jimin.
“that makes me mad,” namjoon huffed, blushing a little.
“i touched his ass, too.” yoongi grinned, throwing the two sulking boys a wink.
“but ya didn’t give him a boner, did you?” jimin teased.
“i vote to throw jimin out of here!” taehyung interrupted, making the rest of them laugh.
"but like..." hoseok sighed dreamily, "can we talk about how good of a kisser he is? i mean, i wasn't expecting anything different because of those lips, but damn."
"oh god, don't even get me started on that," yoongi groaned, "his lips are so soft and nice, and holy shit does he know how to use them."
jimin chuckled, "when you kiss his neck, he does this cute little whimper thing?" he gasped, "i almost fucking died."
taehyung snorted, "hyung, we practically die every time he breathes in our presence," he shook his head, "i'm surprised we all survived this, to be honest." and the other agreed, smiling.
soon, their eyes shifted to the wonderful maknae, who had remained silent for the entire conversation, pouting like a little child. it’s not like he could contribute, anyways.
"you should be aware that i'm very competitive," jeongguk huffed, "the more you tell me about what you've done with him, the more i'll want to do to him."
the others looked at each other with teasing smiles, and taehyung grinned at the younger, taking a seat beside him.
"okay, kiss ass," he cooed like you would do to a child, "you can do whatever you want." he ruffled the younger's hair teasingly, making the youngest groan, but blush a little, nonetheless.
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“i can't believe all of you got me airpods and a bonsai,” namjoon snorted, opening the sixth box of the plant.
“stop acting like they’re the only gifts you got,” hoseok flicked the back of his neck.
“seokjin-hyung forced us to get those – “ jimin snorted, “and another gift.”
“it’s because he really needs them, guys!” seokjin giggled, pressing a kiss to the crown of namjoon’s head.
“you spoil us too much,” taehyung grinned, ruffling seokjin’s hair.
“but you deserve to be spoiled!” seokjin replied, gasping as though he was offended that taehyung said such a thing.
“these are probably the best gifts i could get,” jeongguk spoke, “thanks, hyungs.”
seokjin laughed, “of course kook.” he smiled, “anyways. i'm very thankful too. i appreciate all of the gifts you gave to me.”
the rest looked at each other, smiles on their faces.
“hyung,” yoongi grinned, “we wanted to give you a collective gift. from all of us.”
seokjin raised an eyebrow, “oh?”
“i'll get it!” jimin exclaimed, running out of the room, he went to one of their storage rooms.
seokjin looked at all of them skeptically, biting his lip in doubt, as he waited for jimin to come back.
the younger boy walked with a huge flat rectangle, covered in wrapping paper; seokjin figured it was a photo or something.
“open it!” jimin exclaimed, holding the gift.
the other boys surrounded seokjin, knowing grins on their faces.
the elder ripped the wrapping paper open, gasping at the sight in front of him.
“oh my god,” he whispered, hand coming up to cover his mouth. his eyes watered with tears, “guys,” he cried.
“this is so perfect, oh my god,” tears slipped out of his eyes.
he ran his hands over the fabric of the canvas; it was a painting of all of them.
after their first win, seokjin had made all of them food, and, after disappointments for a large part of their career, all of them were genuinely happy that day. they had used seokjin’s shitty camera to take a photo of themselves – they were all laughing, and it was seokjin’s favourite picture ever. so much so, he carried it around in his wallet.
“stop it. i love you all so much.” seokjin wiped his eyes, jimin rested the canvas on the couch, and the six boys enveloped their hyung into a hug.
“we love you, hyung. we love you so much.”
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EXHIBIT F: 25TH DECEMBER, 6:19 PM
it was tradition in the bangtan household to spend the evening by the fireplace on christmas.
jeongguk had helped seokjin make cookies and brownies for the evening, and he was getting more and more jittery, since he was the only one who had not yet kissed his hyung.
he placed the plate of cookies on the table, peering over it to watch the fire. it was burning nicely, and seokjin always chose to buy peppermint-scented wood, which made the house as christmas-y as it could be.
“kook!” seokjin giggled, walking into the room with a tray of hot chocolates, “is everything well?”
“what – uh – yeah,” jeongguk stuttered, blushing a little.
“okay! i'm going to call everyone, then.”
“hyung!” jeongguk interrupted suddenly. seokjin looked at him questioningly, “yeah?”
“uh – “ he pointed at the mistletoe in front of him.
“oh.”
jeongguk was not the only one blushing now, seokjin a deep red, as well.
“ggukie,” he smiled reassuringly, making the younger feel better, too. jeongguk strode towards him, grinning his bunny-like smile.
“hyung,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around the tiny waist.
seokjin leaned upwards to press their lips together, but before he could, a loud thud interrupted them.
“oh my god.” seokjin shrieked, staring at a fallen taehyung, the four other boys looking alarmed, hands in the air.
“i fucking knew it,” seokjin gasped, and he looked horrified. he sat on the couch, head in his hands.
all five of them showed themselves, mumbling sorry to jeongguk, who was glaring at all of them.
“i knew it, i knew it, oh my god.” seokjin groaned, “this is so fucking embarrassing – i can't – i can't believe you’d fucking do that – “
“do what, hyung?”
“stop pretending!” seokjin snapped, his face was red.
this startled the others, and they figured that something – somehow – they’d messed up, really bad.
“hyung, we have no idea what you're – “
“oh, you have no idea?” seokjin huffed, “so you haven’t been trying to kiss me with the mistletoes? you haven’t been tricking me all this while? huh?”
the boys widened their eyes. fuck. they were caught.
“hyung – we – we didn’t – “ yoongi began, but he was interrupted by the elder.
“tell me who told you.”
“told us? told us what?” jimin asked desperately.
“that i'm in love with you! that i wanted to kiss all of you this christmas!” he blurted out. his eyes widened when he realized what he had said, slapping his palm over his mouth, he groaned, cheeks turning a deep red.
“hyung, what the fuck.” namjoon said, stunned.
“we have… zero clue what you're talking about,” hoseok muttered, he felt dizzy with the statement seokjin just made.
“what.” seokjin cried, flopping his body onto the couch, “oh my god, i'm so sorry. oh god, please never talk to me again. this is so embarrassing – oh my fuck i'm going to die, i'm so – “
“hyung.” yoongi interrupted him, placing a warm hand on seokjin’s shoulder.
“no,” he whined, dragging out the o, “i never want to see any of you again, oh my god. you must think i'm an idiot, oh god. i'm so stupid.”
“hyung, look at me.”
“nggh.”
“hyung.”
seokjin got up, grumbling curses, he pulled his knees to his chest. his ears and cheeks were so red, they matched the sweater he was wearing.
“do you wanna why we did this?” yoongi began.
“because we’ve all liked you. ever since we joined the band.” jimin smiled, taking a seat next to him.
“and, we were all cowards, and couldn’t ever confess to you. not even come close to it.” taehyung continued, sitting next to jimin.
namjoon and hoseok sat on the rug in front of them.
“we thought the least we could do was get a kiss from you,” namjoon grinned.
“and… what better way, then to put you under a mistletoe?” hoseok giggled.
“wait.” seokjin frowned, “so you're not playing with my feelings because you somehow found out that i like you?”
“no, silly.” jeongguk rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around seokjin’s neck, from his position behind the couch.
“oh my god,” seokjin groaned, “so i was worried over nothing?”
“yes.” yoongi confirmed, pecking the tip of his nose.
“so.” seokjin shrugged, grinning sweetly, “does that mean i can call all of you my boyfriends?”
jimin grinned, “i think we’d all be more than happy if you did that.”
“does that also mean we can have a sappy, gay christmas with lots of cuddles and kisses?” seokjin giggled enthusiastically, clapping his hands like a child.
“of course, we can.” namjoon laughed, kissing his neck.
“wait! not before my kiss, though.” jeongguk whined, making the eldest laugh softly. he tilted his head, pressing his lips against the younger's. jeongguk smiled into the kiss, placing a tender hand on his boyfriend's jaw, rubbing softly at the skin. he swung his leg over the couch, pulling his body so he was seated next to seokjin; grinning smugly when the elder giggled softly.
jeongguk pulled seokjin by his waist, so that the elder was straddling his thighs. he smiled up at seokjin, who looked utterly beautiful under the pale chandelier of their fire-place. the younger pushed the fabric of seokjin's sweater around his hips, rubbing his boyfriend's soft skin with his thumbs.
"i'm so glad you're here with us," jeongguk mumbled softly, loving how seokjin immediately flushed, biting his lip bashfully. he chuckled at the adorable man, leaning up to kiss him again. he swiped his tongue against the elder's wonderful lips, wanting to feel his mouth. seokjin complied easily, opening his mouth so jeongguk could devour him whole. his hands trailed around his waist to the supple bottom, he gave the ass a tender squeeze, before pushing his hands inside the back pocket of seokjin's jeans.
he smiled into the kiss when the elder gasped softly. squeezing harder, he pulled seokjin forward, so he was carefully rested at his crotch instead. seokjin whimpered softly, hands tangling into jeongguk's dark locks, as he responded enthusiastically to jeongguk's sudden roughness.
"ay, kiss ass." yoongi interrupted their kiss with a slap to jeongguk's head, "what did i tell you about hogging?" he rolled his eyes, gripping seokjin's jaw gently with his fingers, and kissing him again.
the youngest rolled his eyes too, "hyung, look at how they bully me," he complained to seokjin, nuzzling his face in the elder's neck.
seokjin laughed, pressing a kiss to jeongguk's hair as he smiled amusingly at his other boyfriends, who all gaped at him in horror, as though they were completely shocked by the statement jeongguk had just made.
before the ordeal could continue -
“hot chocolate time!” taehyung interrupted excitedly, handing everyone a mug and fresh-baked cookies.
and oh, a gay and sappy christmas, they had.