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- Alone
Jaemin raises the phone to his ear, listening to it ring as he watches the snow whip by the airport window.
Mark picks up right when Jaemin thinks he might not, and he can hear the rustle of bedsheets under him, the sleepy half-asleep groan before he croaks out,
“Hey, baby. You alright?”
“Hey,” he says softly, nudging his suitcase with his toes. “I’m okay. Sorry, I forgot it would be early for you.”
The rest of Jaemin’s pack have been at Mark’s parents’ place in Vancouver for three days now, visiting the places from Mark’s childhood and spending time with his parents. Or being introduced to them, in the case of Jisung and Yangyang.
It was bad enough that Jaemin was the only one unable to get time off work for the trip. It’s been tough to come home to an empty house the last few days, knowing his pack are having fun together without him. He’d vehemently insisted they should go on anyway, and that he would join them later. Despite how much he’d wanted to be there, it’s no one’s fault but his company’s that he couldn’t.
They’d wrangled, at least, for him to make it on a last minute flight to join them for Christmas Day and meet Mark’s extended family at their big gathering, as well as spend a few days after with Mark’s parents. It mollified him, knowing he could still join them for part of the trip, even if he would miss them at the start.
“It’s okay,” Mark says, through a yawn. He’s speaking softly—Jaemin would bet on Jeno being in the bed with him, rather than Chenle or Donghyuck. More likely to wake up. “Did you get off work?”
“Yeah. I’m at the airport now.”
“Awesome, so you’ll be here by the end of the day, right? That’s perfect, you can sleep off the jet lag before meeting my whole family tree tomorrow. You’re gonna like it here, I think, everyone’s excited for you to come. Jisung has been insisting we wait to go ice skating until you come, he misses you.”
Jaemin bites his lip, eyes stinging a little. He didn’t think he’d miss them this much, being apart for only three days. But they’ve been three gruelling days at work, three days barely able to speak to them properly because of the time difference.
And now he might not make it at all.
“Mark,” he says, unable to stop the little waver in his voice. “I’m really sorry, but I don’t think I’m going to make it for Christmas.”
There’s another rustle of the sheets, like Mark is sitting up. Then a pause, and perhaps he’s left the bed, because when he speaks again he sounds more awake.
“What’s happened?” he asks, and Jaemin cradles the phone to his ear, glancing up at the board of flights overhead. Every single one says CANCELLED.
“There’s a huge storm over Incheon right now. Over half of Korea, really. They say there’s no way any plane is taking off any time soon. The storm is expected to go on all night, and by the time the planes are flying again…”
Mark exhales heavily into the phone, and Jaemin feels awful. He knows how important this is to Mark—and it’s so important to Jaemin too, to have that connection with his mates’ families. He was looking forward to seeing Mark’s childhood home, to making the best impression possible on his family members tomorrow.
Mark’s extended family probably won’t even know he’s missing. With eight of them in the pack, he knows they’re a lot to keep track of. But Mark will know, and Mark’s parents will notice, and he won’t be there for his pack when he said he would be.
That’s what hurts the most.
“Do they have any idea when you’ll be able to get the next flight?”
“I’ll be waiting here at least twelve hours, they think.”
Mark makes a wounded little noise into the receiver. “Don’t wait in the airport all night, baby, you can just come a day late. It’s a shame you’ll miss actual Christmas, but it can’t be helped. You can still spend some time with my parents and our pack, right?”
“I’ll do my best to be there,” he promises. “But I don’t know if I can go home now. They’ve put out a red alert for the storm, I might not make it home if try. I’ll be okay here, and I’ll let you guys know when the next flight is.”
Mark sighs again, and Jaemin can hear him pacing. “I’m sorry you’re stuck there on Christmas, Jaemin, that’s so shitty. You have to keep us updated, okay?”
“I will. And I’m really sorry, Hyung, that I’m going to miss it. I really wanted to be there.”
“I know you did, I know. I’m not upset at you, you know that, right? None of this was your fault. We’ve really missed you, Jaemin, it’s not the same without you here.”
Jaemin sniffs hard, pressing his lips together to try to hold back tears. In the background of the call, he hears the unintelligible mumble of another voice, and then Mark says, “Jaemin’s not going to make it for tomorrow.”
The first tear escapes at that. Mark says to him, “I’m just passing you to Renjun, okay?”
He nods pointlessly as the phone changes hands.
“Hey,” Renjun says, voice soft with sleep. “What happened to your flight?”
“Cancelled. There’s a huge snow storm.”
“Oh, Jaemin,” Renjun says softly, and Jaemin scrubs a tear from his cheek. “I’m sorry. I know how much you wanted to be here. Don’t feel too bad, okay? We’ll be thinking of you tomorrow.”
He sniffs, and takes a deep breath. “Yeah. I hope you guys have a good time. Send me photos. I want to see how they do Christmas in Canada.”
“Of course. Make sure to get yourself some food, and try to get some sleep too. Let us know what flight you end up getting. We’ll let the others know what happened, but you’ll probably hear from them too when they wake up.”
“Tell them not to worry about me too much, okay? Just enjoy your time. I’ll get there when I get there. A bit of snow won’t stop me.”
“That’s right. We’ll see you soon enough. I know you wanted to meet all Mark’s family, but there will be other chances, I promise.”
“Thank you, my love. I’m going to get some rest now.”
“You do that. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“See you soon.”
“See you.”
A shuffle, and the phone handed back.
“Take care, Jaemin,” Mark says, and Jaemin hums down the line before saying his final goodbyes, and the call is over.
The airport is relatively scarce, the storm outside causing the biggest ruckus, wind whistling past the wall of windows, the world outside caked in white.
Jaemin sighs, and folds his coat over in his lap to make a pillow, getting comfortable across the row of seats.
-
He ends up on a flight some eighteen hours later, at 4pm KST on Christmas Day, after catching a few hours of sleep here and there in the airport. He’d called with Chenle and Jisung for a little while, and Jeno had ordered him a coffee via app from the airport kiosk, and Donghyuck had sent him a stream of memes in the middle of one of his naps. Even Yangyang, his only non-boyfriend in the pack, sends him some sweet messages. (He will date that boy, sooner or later.)
The new flight he’s on has a connection rather than being direct, which means he’s in for a sixteen hour trip rather than the ten hour one he’d prepared for, and he’s got to figure out his way around San Francisco International Airport on about four hours of sleep in between flights. Including the time spent travelling from Vancouver airport to Mark’s family home, he’ll arrive sometime in the evening on Christmas Day, PST.
By the time he arrives in Vancouver, he’s so wrung-out it’s hard to believe he’s still standing on two feet. Only one hurdle left—to find a taxi that will take him to Mark’s.
He’s so sleepy, he can practically hear his mates calling his name…
“Jaemin!”
He frowns, spinning around where he’s headed for the exit. That sounded a bit too real.
His eyes take a moment to focus, before he recognises Jeno approaching him with an affectionate smile on his face.
“Wow, you look terrible,” Jisung says, as Jaemin melts into Jeno’s embrace, struggling to find the right words.
“What—you—what are you doing here?”
“Did you think we’d make you come the rest of the way on your own?” Jeno asks, smoothly taking Jaemin’s suitcase from his hand and replacing it with his own hand. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”
He’s so relieved he could cry. He’s so upset he could… also cry. “But you—you shouldn’t have come, you had to leave the party…!”
“Hyung, look at who’s come to pick you up,” Jisung says, gesturing to himself and Jeno. “You’ve done us a favour by giving us a break from all the socialising.”
“You didn’t have to,” he says, voice cracking a little, and Jisung comes in to hug him too.
It’s so rare for Jisung to initiate touch like that—Jaemin must really be looking rough. He breathes in Jisung’s fresh scent, and feels himself settle a little bit, whether from having his packmates around him again, or if Jeno is pushing out comforting pheromones.
Either way, he’s really glad they came.
“We wanted to,” Jeno says, and Jaemin rubs Jisung’s back a few times before leaning back out. “You’ve had it tough enough getting this far. It’s the least we could do, isn’t it?”
“I kind of can’t believe I made it,” Jaemin admits, and Jeno pulls him along as they begin to walk towards the exit doors.
“But you did it,” Jisung says quietly, walking just a step behind Jaemin to hold a hand protectively to his back, as if worried he might fall over.
-
Various family members are still at the house when they arrive, judging by the number of cars parked outside. Jaemin mutters something about saying hello, but doesn’t fight it when Jeno gently disagrees, leading him in the backdoor and straight up the stairs to the bedrooms.
“You’re not in any state to be meeting people, Jaemin, you really need some sleep. It’s okay. Let us take care of you for now.”
“No, no, you can go back to the gathering, I can handle myself—”
“Again, look who you’re talking to,” Jisung says. “We would much rather be with you.”
Jeno helps him into the shower, washing his hair for him, the hot water easing up the ache in his back and the soreness in his muscles that he had stopped registering was there. Jisung appears with a plate of food for him, which he scarfs down, before making another attempt to go down and meet the remaining extended family still there for Christmas.
“You need sleep more,” Jeno says, sitting Jaemin down on the bed. “I won’t stop you if you really want to go, Jaemin, but you are in your pyjamas, and everyone down there is probably drunk by now. I’m not convinced they’ll remember in the morning, anyway.”
Jaemin sighs, letting go of the last of his hope he could make it for at least a little bit of Christmas. He is absolutely exhausted, and the food Jisung had brought him has only made him sleepier.
“Will you tell them I’m sorry,” he says, sighing as Jisung pulls back the covers for him, and he rolls into the bed. It smells of Chenle’s cocoa scent—he must be sharing with him.
“Everyone knows you’re sorry, Jaemin, but I’ll tell them you’ve arrived safe and sound,” Jeno says, before tenderly kissing the top of his head. Much like Jisung, Jaemin must look pretty pitiful right now for Jeno to be so physically affectionate.
“Thank you,” he says drowsily, already slipping off to sleep.
-
- With family
Jaemin wakes up the next morning to Chenle’s sweet scent greeting him, his boyfriend nuzzling his nose into Jaemin’s chest sleepily, hair a fuzzy mess just under Jaemin’s chin.
He sighs sleepily, bringing his arm up to rub Chenle’s back. The bed is warm and comfortable, the room dim, and his whole body feels heavy and sore from yesterday.
“Did you take the long way around the world to get here?” Chenle says drowsily, and Jaemin cracks a smile, pinching him just to make him wriggle.
“I think it might’ve been a quicker journey if I had.”
Chenle moves a little further up to scent him. Even though they’re both betas, it’s a habit Chenle has kept since transitioning, and Jaemin loves to indulge him.
“I’ve been all on my own in this bed for days…” Chenle mumbles, sighing warm breath onto Jaemin’s neck as he settles down again. “You need to stop the storm from happening next time so you can come.”
“Why didn’t I think of that? That’s a good tip, Lele.”
“Mhmm. You would’ve been here on time if you were with me.”
He pushes himself up off Jaemin’s chest just enough to kiss him, morning breath and all, and Jaemin strokes his waist, squeezing lightly.
“But I’m glad you’re here now,” he says before laying down again, and Jaemin smiles to himself, kissing the top of Chenle’s head.
“Me too. Why are you awake, anyway? What time is it?”
“It’s like, nine.”
“Woah. I slept for ages.”
“You didn’t stir at all when I came to bed last night. That’s how I knew you were conked.”
The bedroom door cracks open, and Jaemin raises his head just enough to see Mark sliding into the room.
“Hey, baby,” he says, coming over to sit beside Jaemin on the bed, leaning over to kiss him soundly. “I’m glad you could make it. And you, Lele, Merry Christmas.”
“Oh, right, Merry Christmas,” Chenle says, and Mark swats him.
“Did you already forget?”
“It’s first thing in the morning!”
“What are you guys talking about,” Jaemin grumbles, rubbing Mark’s arm so he won’t leave quite yet. “I totally missed it.”
“No, no, you didn’t.” Mark grins. “Come on, my dad is making breakfast. It’s just us for Christmas today, isn’t that good?”
“What?”
Mark just pats Jaemin’s leg, and gestures for him to come. “Don’t bother getting changed, come eat while it’s hot.”
He leaves the room, and Jaemin tilts his head as much as he can to look questioningly at Chenle, who blinks back sleepily.
“We’re doing Christmas again for you,” he spills without any pressure whatsoever.
“For me?” Jaemin asks, surprised, a fuzzy feeling filling his chest.
“It was Renjun’s idea, and Jisung thought it was the best idea he’s ever heard. There won’t be Mark’s entire family line here again, but honestly, it’s gonna be better that way.”
He rubs Chenle’s back a few times, heart fluttering like he isn’t a twenty-four year old man. It’s just so touching, and he loves his pack so much.
“You guys are so cute!” He says the last word with a growl of cute aggression, grasping Chenle around the middle and squeezing him against Jaemin’s body so hard he squeals a little. Then he plants a kiss on Chenle’s cheek before pushing himself up out of the bed, not wanting to keep Mark’s parents waiting any longer.
Jisung, Jeno and Renjun are already sat at the dinner table along with Mark, and Renjun stands to hug him as he enters the huge kitchen. Jaemin wraps his arms around him, breathing in his calming earthy scent too, and Renjun quietly tells him he’s worked hard to get here.
“Jaemin!” Mark’s mom exclaims when she enters the room, and Jaemin parts from Renjun to give her a warm hug too.
“I’m so sorry I came late, Eomma, and thank you for hosting us all in your beautiful home.”
“Don’t be silly, Jaemin, we’d have you any time. We were only sad you couldn’t come sooner. Merry Christmas, my love.”
“Grub’s up,” Mark’s dad says, and Jaemin is ushered over to sit in front of a plate of fry up food.
“Thank you so much, Appa, this looks delicious.”
Chenle appears not long later with a dishevelled Donghyuck and Yangyang in tow, thankfully sparing them from the rudeness of missing breakfast. Donghyuck doesn’t say a word, but comes to sit in Jaemin’s lap, arms around his neck. Jaemin accepts him, patting his thigh and cooing before feeding him a slice of bacon.
“You’d think he was the one who’d spent a day and a half travelling around the world on Christmas through a snow storm,” Yangyang says, as Donghyuck nuzzles his face into Jaemin’s neck, and Jaemin pats his butt comfortingly.
“From what I’ve been hearing, it sounds like you had a long day of meeting the family yesterday,” Jaemin says, and Mark laughs a little wearily.
“The amount of times I must’ve tried to explain to my great-aunts and uncles who you guys are…”
“Don’t pay them any mind,” Mark’s mom says. “They don’t understand new pack relationships, but they know you love each other. That’s what matters.”
“Other alphas kept asking me who I was,” Jeno sulks. “They couldn’t understand that I was Mark’s boyfriend too.”
“I also confused everyone who was trying to guess my secondary gender,” Chenle says, sipping on his coffee. “It kind of became a fun game after a while, honestly.”
“My favourite was when Mark got asked if he was going to bring home any female omegas, so the pack could have children,” Donghyuck says, properly opening his eyes for the first time to find a plate of food in front of him.
“You didn’t miss much,” Renjun says quietly to Jaemin, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Really, they were the ones who missed out on meeting you.”
Jaemin smiles softly back at him. “I’m just happy I made it at all.”
“And just in time to celebrate, too,” Mark grins. He seems to be the most into this whole repeating Christmas thing. “Renjun refused to give out his gifts until you arrived, so Christmas isn’t over until Santa Renjun says so.”
“Christmas isn’t over until Jaemin has had the Christmas dinner we ate yesterday,” Jisung says, rubbing his belly just thinking of it.
“You don’t have to go out of your way to do anything for me, really,” he says hastily, but Mark’s dad waves him away.
“We have so many leftovers we don’t know what to do with ourselves. We’ll easily get another meal out of yesterday’s food, it’s no hassle.”
“We’re not going to do anything extravagant, I know you’re probably still tired,” Renjun says. “But we thought it would be nice to continue celebrating Christmas now we’re all together. Come on, I’ll get my gifts.”
They lazily traipse into the living room, settling down across the various sofas with blankets and cushions, most of them still in their pyjamas.
As a pack, they’ve rarely celebrated Christmas before, beyond a few winter-time dates in twos or threes. But in recent years Renjun has really gotten into the spirit by buying each of them gifts, which seems to touch Mark in particular, the only one who grew up properly celebrating Christmas.
It is nice, though, because Renjun usually picks things he can buy seven or eight of. Last year, it was a set of hoodies he had individually added small design flairs to, tailoring them to each of them. This year, he hands their gifts out in bundles of tissue paper—they’re well made, soft scarves, each with a different striped colour pattern.
Jaemin loves having this—because even if all eight of them aren’t dating each other, they’re still a pack, and these things signify that. They also link all of them back to Renjun, who is their pack’s true centre, in that way.
Donghyuck wakes up a bit more after the breakfast and the gift, pulling Renjun into his arms to shower him with kisses. The two of them and Yangyang pull out a board game Mark had been gifted yesterday, and settle down with it while the rest of them half-watch the Christmas movie playing on the huge TV, half-watching the three of them exclaim and argue over the game rules.
The day wiles away lazily, just as Renjun promised. He ends up catching up with Mark’s parents for most of the morning, and trying his own hand at the board game with Mark, Jeno and Chenle in the afternoon. For dinner, they’re treated to take two of yesterday’s Christmas dinner, and it’s just as delicious as Jisung had described.
He ends up cuddling with Jeno by the fire into the evening, half-asleep to the sound of the cheesy movie Mark’s mom had chosen. By that time, it’s easy to forget the hell he’d had getting here, though it’s a shame they only have two more days in Vancouver together. He’d kill for some more precious time away with his pack.
But he’s so grateful for what he has—for his pack that will even move Christmas to be with him.
-
- With pack
Jisung organises for them all to go ice skating the following day, which Jaemin thinks is the cutest thing ever, both when he’s booking a slot that will fit all eight of them and going around waking them up in time to get brunch beforehand.
“We found a really great café place that does the best eggs ever, and there were so many photos of famous Canadian places on the walls, I knew you’d love it, and that we had to go back…”
“Jisung, my baby, you are so sweet, you know that? We can go somewhere new though, it’s okay, I’m sure you don’t want to go to the same place again…”
“No, no, let’s go there again. I want to show you it, Hyung, and I want to try more of their eggy toast…”
So they brunch, around two tables of four, and Mark reels off the places he recognises from the photos as Jisung describes to him what dishes they ordered before and how good they were. Afterwards, they walk around town for a little bit ahead of the ice skating slot.
“We’re all going to be hopeless compared to Jaemin, you know,” Donghyuck says as they’re strapping on their skates. “Whose idea was it to wait for him, again? You’d better be on coaching duties, Minjae.”
“What, for all of you at once?” he asks, reaching over to help Renjun strap in his boot, where he’s struggling to figure out what threads through where.
“Mostly for me,” Jeno says, as Yangyang stands, and immediately falls back onto the bench again.
The rink is outdoors, set up in the centre of town across two levels of the town square. He steps out holding onto Jisung’s arm, coaching him through how to push off. For such a talented dancer, he’s like a new-born fawn on the ice.
When they almost crash into a shaky Mark, Jaemin sets them off together, so he can skate freely around the rink for a few laps. It’s been years since he’s properly skated, but his body remembers it well, like it was only yesterday he was a speed skating youth champion.
“Are you the Canadian, or is Mark?” Donghyuck asks, who grabs onto him as Jaemin slows down near him. “You’re showing him up in his hometown, you know!”
Jaemin laughs, taking Donghyuck’s arm in his and pushing off. He’s not bad at skating, probably the best aside from Jaemin himself, but he likes to hear him screech by taking him around with a bit more speed. “This is the real reason Jisung wanted to wait for me, for sure. I’m a free ride on the ice.”
Donghyuck laughs, clinging to Jaemin. “Ah, he was so cute when we came here before. He was pointing at so many things and saying how you’d like it. Next time, we need to make sure we can all travel at the same time, for sure.”
“It’s hard, with eight of us. There will always be clashing schedules. Missing out was more miserable than I expected, though.”
They slow down so they’re barely drifting along the ice, and Donghyuck hums in agreement.
“We’ll plan it better, in future. Give your boss no reason not to give you the time off. And if he denies you again, you should start job hunting, seriously.”
“It would be nice to plan something like this next year, wouldn’t it? Get away somewhere as a pack. We haven’t done a proper trip together before this.”
“For sure. And we still haven’t done it properly, in my opinion. We’ll make it happen.”
They do a few more rounds before they come across Renjun slowly sinking further into the splits, and move apart to pull him up from either side. Renjun is laughing to himself as much as he’s complaining, and Chenle is just as useless, clinging to the barrier and laughing at Renjun’s misfortune, so Jaemin takes Renjun along with him to help them both regain their senses.
“Wow, you really are good at this,” he comments as Jaemin guides them around the rink. “Have you been doing this deliberately to get under the mistletoe? I’ve seen you with Jisung and Donghyuck already.”
“The what?”
Renjun points overhead, where the rink has some arches over the thinner parts of the circuit, holly and Christmas lights hanging from them. Just ahead, a sprig of mistletoe hangs from the peak of one arch.
“I didn’t even see that, but I’m so glad you pointed it out to me,” Jaemin says, bringing them to a stop right under the arch and taking Renjun’s face in his hands.
Renjun smiles into the kiss, almost too much to properly kiss him. “You’re like Christmas Romeo.”
“What does that even mean?” Jaemin laughs, pulling them along again, Renjun making happy little noises and waving as they soar past Donghyuck and Jisung.
“We all felt like Christmas Juliets waiting at our balcony for you before you came. Donghyuck started threatening Santa when we told him a snow storm had grounded you.”
Jaemin smiles to himself, even if it feels a little bittersweet at the thought. No matter how much they’d planned, how many kisses he’d received before seeing them onto the plane, no matter how hard he worked or how much Donghyuck cursed a mythical man… he still missed out on something important to him, important to all of them, making that connection with Mark’s family. It feels sore to think of, still.
“Was Mark upset? Really, he was a bit, wasn’t he?”
Renjun’s smile softens. “Of course he was, Jaemin. We were never going to feel okay with missing a member of the pack, and especially you. You bring us together so much, you know, there was no time we weren’t missing you. But there’s no way you can blame yourself for this, so don’t even try. We know how hard you tried to be here for Christmas. Next time, we don’t leave you behind at all, no matter what your boss says.”
They’ve circled back around to the mistletoe arch again, so Jaemin steals a kiss to his cheek, and Renjun’s eyes sparkle at him as they skate on a little longer.
There’s not long left of their skating slot by the time they almost crash into Mark and Jeno, each struggling to hold the other up, laughing too much to catch their balance. Renjun scolds them with a smile on his own face, trying to help Mark balance while Jaemin swoops in to take Jeno around his waist. Righting him, he takes the opportunity to pull him along outside the stream of amateur skaters, into the more open space.
“I think I’m getting worse at this the more I try,” Jeno says, linking their arms and trying to copy Jaemin’s feet.
“Is that so?” In front of them, Chenle sprawls out on his back. He’s still laughing, for some reason.
They come to a stop to give Chenle a hand up, and Jaemin ends up skating around with a boyfriend on each arm, bringing them to a careful stop under the arch.
“This is your payment for your private lesson,” Jaemin says, pointing up to the mistletoe. Jeno kisses him as Chenle complains that their private lesson is only going to last four more minutes before they get kicked off the ice, and then kisses Jaemin too, whilst still trying to speak into his mouth. Jeno laughs at them, and then they kick off again, Jaemin doing his best to teach them some semblance of form before it’s over.
When the bell rings, he lets go of them to fend for themselves, hearing them exclaim and clutch each other in his wake. Up ahead, Donghyuck and Yangyang are holding hands and skating just under the arch.
He skates up behind them, arms around Yangyang’s shoulders and Donghyuck’s waist, and presses a kiss to each of their cheeks, before skating with them for the exit. He doesn’t miss the blush on Yangyang’s cheeks, and indulges Donghyuck when he wraps both arms around Jaemin’s neck and asks to be carried off the ice.
Jisung catches up with him when they’re returning their skates, and Jaemin wraps an arm around him fondly, casting his eyes over red cheeks, tousled hair, the damp patches on his jeans from where he’d fallen.
“Did you have fun?” Jisung asks, and Jaemin whines somewhere in his throat at the absolute cuteness of him.
“I had the most fun ever, and I am so lucky to have you,” he says, pressing kisses to Jisung’s cheek and ear and side of his head, the two of them wandering to stand outside the rink and wait for the others. “Thank you for thinking of me.”
“How could we not?” he asks, taking Jaemin’s hand in a relaxed hold. “We’ll always want to skate with you. And do everything else with you.”
“Good,” he says softly, watching the rest of the pack filter out of the little tent. “Because living for three days without you all was unbearable. You can never get rid of me.”
Mark steps up to them right then, overhearing the last part, and kissing Jaemin in apology. “We’re never leaving you behind again, baby, especially not on Christmas.”
“Good,” he says, leaning in to peck him again. “Because I only ever want Christmas with you guys.”