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Khun swears to god, if he had to hear Hatz drunkenly try to perform a duet of Vince Vance’s All I want for Christmas is You, for the fourth time, he was going to throw his sixth drink at the two of them. Unlike them, he knows how to hold his liquor. Especially on Christmas, he tends to drink a lot that night because of all the phone calls he gets from his mother. Asking if he’s dating anyone and by each passing Christmas his biological clock keeps ticking. Seriously, why was she so obsessed about having grandchildren? His sister is already married and doesn’t Kiseia count? Whatever. Him? Dating? Never. He isn’t nice. Well… except this year, he tends to do a secret hidden gift and see if anyone ever catches it.
Although, having a crowded house… is most certainly something he should get used to.
It’s been a tradition that he, Bam, Hatz, Shibisu, and Rak all get together for Christmas and exchange gifts, and have drinks and desert. Somehow, Hatz manages to always make an outstanding bread pudding and he brings it over, like a good housewife. The dark haired boy is always very excited for the holidays, and since Shibisu doesn’t have any family really, they always celebrate with him. However, Bam and Hatz aren’t heavy drinkers, so when they get the chance to drink, they forget about their low tolerance. Unlike Rak, who knows his and strays away from it, their brain just… shuts down. Shibisu can also hold his liquor like Khun, surprisingly.
Khun let out a snort of the idea of him being forced to drive a drunk stupid Hatz and Bam home. He pities Shibisu and Rak. Actually, no. Because if he did, he would be driving them home. Examining the area, he took another sip of his drink, a relaxed look on his face, evenings like this were always nice, usually he’s all alone but his… friends, always managed to bring a sense of peace with them. And loudness. Bam was fine just with him and Rak, but when Hatz and Shibisu come over, he and Hatz all of a sudden become loud best friends.
They were all sitting around in the living room, Khun having the biggest house so they usually celebrated the evening there. Bam, even drunk, still liked to be organized with who opened up whose gift first. Each had to get everyone a gift, so that was 25 presents in total. That’s a lot, Rak and Shibisu forced the others to open their gifts ahead of time when they got there; Rak gave everyone small snow globes, and Shibisu did Christmas sweaters.
“We still need to go figure out how we’re going to that fancy pants resort that Earrings can afford,” Hatz commented with a raised eyebrow to Khun, obviously a jab to the blue haired boy. Even drunk Hatz wasn’t a nice Hatz. “What a great college dream, right?”
Shibisu shook his head in disapproval, rolling his shoulders. “We’ll think of something. Tickets for everyone. It’ll happen.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll get lucky in the lottery,” Khun remarked with a cruel grin, and Shibisu groaned, defeated in one blow. It was no secret that he kept trying to win the lottery with his raffles to get that trip. It was a great resort, and everyone found out about it since they were in college. Now graduating with jobs, that dream still lived on for everyone.
“No, no!” Bam slurred out, drink in hand as he shook his head rapidly, shaking an accusing finger at a very confused Rak; who was almost ripping the wrapping. “NO NO! YOU MANIAC DON’T YOU DARE RIP THE WRAPPING PAPER!” Like a total wrapper Nazi, he hates it when you rip the wrapping paper because for whatever strange reason, Bam likes to keep it. Because it's a dollar store wrapping paper but it’s ‘pretty’.
“Bam, Bam. No one cares about the method you came up with to avoid ripping the wrapping paper,” Hatz mumbled out, taking another sip of his drink, laughing to himself, Khun’s facepalm could be heard in the background.
Bam spun around, nearly spilling his fifth drink. Khun poured himself another glass. “What did you say?”
“Alright, alright, let’s just open up the gifts,” Shibisu interjected shakily, standing up. Apparently not wanting to drink anymore after seeing the messes that were Bam and Hatz. Jeez, they’re pathetic. Last year wasn’t nearly as bad as this except for when Bam transcended to wrapping paper instead of gift bags and nearly died of a heart attack as Rak viciously ripped into the wrapping paper to get his gift. That was an interesting night. “We cool?”
“Like ice,” Khun grumbles out, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Stupid Seppuku.”
“At least I’m not wearing ugly earrings.”
“Well-”
“-I’m cool, just Black Turtle is being a squealing turtle about the gifts,” Rak remarked as he clung to his gift as Bam gaped in front of him, nearly choking at what came out of his friend’s mouth; unaware that he had just cut Khun off from a serious roasting spree with Hatz. The dark haired boy grinned smugly at the bluenette who simply gave him the evil eye.
“Excuse me?!”
“Oh wow. Bam. You shouldn’t have. Socks.” Khun said it all through gritted teeth as he held up Christmas socks. Bam knitted them for everyone every single year. It used to be fun, and a nice gift, but now it got predictable. Not to mention, every time he sees them they always get socks. At this point, Khun could be 183 years old and still have enough socks to last him many more years. He wouldn’t be surprised if they outlived him. That, and they're poorly made, they pinch and scratch your feet and somehow Khun got a rash on his foot. Now, they are just collector’s items.
“Thank you! I’m keeping the tradition.”
“Yeah, yeah, we all opened our presents. Get to mine!” Hatz shouted as he sprung up. Drunk Hatz is a demanding Hatz. Terrifying, actually. Usually he’d stay quiet with a couple insults directed to Khun but now he’s insane. Like he just got high, maybe there was something weird in the alcohol aside from, well, alcohol.
Everyone knows what Hatz gives everyone. It’s always a box of chocolates, because it’s a I thought of you so here you go, sure, enjoyable. But not a thought gift, he didn’t ever ask what people wanted he just knows people like chocolate. He’s trying, at least. He also somehow knew Khun’s least favorite was cherry filled, and would make an effort to take them all out. Khun was honestly touched at such a form of kindness. “Thanks,” everyone said in unison, all opening up their boxes at the same time and taking a bite out of the filled chocolate.
“Alright, alright,” Khun commented, chewing a piece of candy chocolate and gulping it down, before erupting into a coughing fit because chocolate and alcohol don’t go well apparently. “Knock it off. Open mine.” He then folded his arms across his chest and gave them a small smile, his electric ice blue eyes gleaming. “Unless you want me to send them back.”
White elephant is a way to describe the bluenette’s gifts, they were always weird, and everything you didn’t want. Shibisu got stockings that were ripped apart, since he likes to sew but they were in the ugliest color and who sews with stockings? Bam got an empty box with a dollar bill in it, Hatz got a falling apart wreath, and Rak got a packet of ramen noodles. Like… what? How cruel.
“I can’t believe you… you’re the richest guy here!” Shibisu exclaimed, holding up the ripped up stockings.
While everyone was fiddling through their gifts as if they were looking for something, Rak found the small little object in there and pulled it out of his gift and stuffed it in his pocket. Khun gave him a wink, a grin on his face as he secretly hoped everyone wouldn’t just throw their gifts out and notice what Rak always seemed to notice in every gift. He didn’t expect the two drunk ones, but Shibisu would just defeatedly put it down and mutter a ‘thank you’.
Before anyone could say anything, and before Khun could comment on why he gave them the gifts, the clock soon struck 12 AM, and that meant everyone overstayed their welcome and the bluenette was kicking them out.
As everyone left, he let out a chuckle. “I’ll kill them if they threw out those gifts,” he promised out loud, pouring himself another drink, letting out a loud sigh. Every year, Khun manages to cram in a tiny gift card to everyone’s favorite coffee shops, cafe’s, and restaurants. Rak was usually the one to notice it, but he never shared it with anyone due to Khun saying so. Because he wants them to figure it out themselves, usually he’d find their thrown out gift cards in the trash outside his apartment, which kind of hurt his feelings. But what did he expect? He didn’t tell anyone to notice, because he never told them. It was a shock when Rak figured it out the first time.
But, this time, it was special. He managed to get tickets for a flight to a resort on the beach to celebrate New Year’s, since no one was visiting their families this year. What sprung the idea was he overheard Shibisu and Hatz talking about the resort back in the summer, hoping to save up the money to go. He forgot about the college dream they all shared about going there, and what a great reminder. Relieved that the dream still lived on when Hatz brought it up again tonight. So, if they threw them out… Khun let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead. Maybe he should’ve told them that he hides gift cards in his terrible cheap presents.
xXx
It was 8 AM in the morning, and all dressed and ready to go was Khun with his suitcase in hand. Their flight was at 12 PM, and he was actually wondering if it’d just be him and Rak going to the resort by themselves. That’d be awkward… really awkward. Forced to talk to each other by themselves and not insult one another to make a pleasant visit.
Letting out a sigh as he walked out the door, he was met with a cold snowball to the face; burning his skin and causing his nose to go red. Great, now his coat is wet and leaked into his shirt, what a great way to start his morning. Opening his blue eyes with an annoyed glare, directed to whoever had thrown the snowball at him. “Alright, fine! Alligator, you don’t have to go-”
“Tsk tsk. Can’t believe Khun didn’t let us know!”
“Khun, you should’ve told me…”
“Seriously, Earrings. I nearly had a heart attack. Was that planned?”
Rak scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle before fully straightening up, staring down at Khun. Suitcase ready to go. “Sorry, Blue turtle, I told them.”
Bam was wearing a coat but had a sunhat on as if he was ready for the beach, suitcase in hand. Hatz had his sunglasses on his head, shivering from the coldness of the snow. And Shibisu stood there wearing a summary palm tree coat.
Khun let out an exasperated snort. “Let’s go. Before I change my mind about letting you guys come.”
“Not even you are that mean.”
“Was I ever nice to you before?”