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November 2nd, 2016
When the first letter to Santa Claus is written in the world, the work at the Village starts. The elves leave recess, start preparing wrappers and toys and practicing for the big night. The Christmas Magic is huge, but old Saint Nick is still only one person; therefore, for centuries, the elves have been helping with the deliveries. Only the children at the top of the Nice List get Santa Claus 's visit.
Being a deliverer is one of the biggest honors in the Village; it is the job almost every young elf aims to achieve. And for Jisung that’s no different.
All of his family is in deliveries: his dad, his mother, and even his younger brother has started in the field. That’s not counting his best friends, Jeongin and Seungmin, who have been making deliveries since they started working at the Village. However, the little elf is stuck at the production of ribbons, because he can’t even make bows. He is a bit clumsy, he’s not fast, doesn’t have good reflexes and is forgetful. Nevertheless, his dream is jumping from chimney to chimney, going in through windows, and bringing joy to the world.
So, every year, he applies to the selection of deliverers. All he wants is a chance to prove he is capable.
This year, the chance arrives when he least expects it.
Jisung, concentrated in making the year’s first ribbons, doesn’t notice his friend Jeongin’s approach.
“Jiji!” the younger elf says excitedly, startling Jisung.
“For the love of Claus! You startled me, Jeongin!” He leaves the shiny ribbon on the table, turning in his chair to face his friend.
“I bring good news!” he announces, clapping his hands.
“What is it?”
“Well, the people above have decided we need more more deliverers this year. The letters have started arriving earlier, you must’ve noticed” Jeongin starts. “Seungmin and I begged a lot and got you a spot!
“What?!” Jisung stands up abruptly, wide-eyed.
“You are going to be a deliverer this year with us! In Gimpo!” Jeongin grabs his friend’s shoulders and shakes him.
“Are you serious?”
“I am! I came to get you to training!”
Jisung smiles so wide, the corners of his lips start to burn. His so expected chance has finally arrived; he will be a Deliverer.
December 24th, 2016
The festivities aren’t completely special for Minho. He grew up with little to no involvement with the celebration. When he was a child, he wasn’t one of the nicest, so many of his wishes to Santa weren't answered. His parents argued a lot, so family gatherings and celebrations were rare until they divorced and his mom got married again. His stepfather’s family are big Christmas lovers, so Minho started taking part in celebrations and traditions. Even then, it wasn’t quite his cup of tea.
Then, his mom got pregnant and then came Minhee, his younger sister. With her along, the festivities got more intense. Now, they visit decorated plazas, bake cookies, write letters, anything and everything possible to introduce the Christmas Magic to the little girl’s life.
Still, Minho doesn’t see the fun in it.
That’s why Minho can’t wait for the moment he will start university in the capital and will be able to make up excuses to spend Christmas alone in the dorms.
He understands the existence of the Christmas Magic, he just doesn’t care enough.
While all his family sleeps, awaiting for Santa Claus’s visit with Minhee’s gift, Minho is in his room, awake, doodling in his Maths textbook. He’s not good at drawing, not like his friend Hyunjin at least, but he enjoys passing time creating doodles.
After a while, he gets thirsty and decides to go downstairs to the kitchen. Minho walks with light steps, avoiding making any noise. He fills a glass with water and when he’s about to take the first sip…
Pluft
A thud echoes from the living room, as if someone had fallen onto the carpet.
With furred brows and complete distrust, Minho leaves his glass on the sink and goes after the origin of the sound.
There is a boy in the middle of the room. Thin, dressed with a striped green and red jumpsuit, and wearing a red hat and green shoes, he doesn’t look much younger than Minho. His cheeks are inflated, his eyes widened in shock while many tiny gifts are scattered all over the floor. And the detail that most intrigues Minho are the boyd’s pointed ears.
“Who are you?” Minho questions, accusative, crossing his arms.
“Ah!” the boy startles. “Oh my Claus, I can’t believe I’ve been seen! They will kill me!”
The boy talks to himself in complete panic.
“Who are you?” Minho repeats himself.
“Ahn…” the boy scratches his head “Jisung, my name is Jisung. I came to bring… Minhee’s gift.”
“Isn’t Santa the one who brings the gifts?” Minho asks, wary.
“There are too many children in the world. We elves help with the deliveries.”
“You’re an elf?” Minho says, quite surprised.
“Yes… But look, I shouldn’t have been seen. It’s my first time delivering… Everything is going wrong! I’m going to be sent down to ribbons again.”
The elf pouts sadly. Minho can’t help but notice how pretty and cute he is – with big wide brown eyes, round cheeks and messy dark hair falling in his eyes.
“I won’t tell anyone I’ve seen you,” Minho promises.
“Really?! Thank you!” the elf replies with joy.
“Do you want help picking up these presents off the floor?” Minho offers, pointing to the mess created by the elf.
“If you don’t mind… I slipped going in the chimney,” he says with embarrassment.
“It happens,” Minho speaks softly, going down to pick up the tiny packages. “Why are they so small?”
“To fit in the sack,” Jisung answers, showing the empty red sack he’s carrying. “I just have to tap the bow three times and the gift gets to its normal size.”
“Oh, I see.” Minho tries to hide it, but he is curious and a tad dazzled by the elf’s presence.
The two of them pick up all of the presents and put them back in the sack.
“Thank you…” Jisung smiles. “Well… I gotta get going…”
“Aren’t you forgetting anything?” Minho raises his brow, looking at the Christmas tree in the corner of the room.
“The gift!” the elf exclaims. Jisung searches his sack for Minhee’s gift. He fumbles a few times, picking up other children’s gifts, eventually getting to the small pink package. “Here it is!”
The elf places the gift under the tree and, with the tip of his fingers, he taps the bow three times. The present gets three times bigger in front of Minho’s eyes, taking the exact size of the box containing the doll Minhee had asked for. Minho knows exactly what doll it is, because he helped his sister write the letter.
“Now it’s all done!” Jisung smiles proudly “I’ll be going… What’s your name?”
“Minho.”
“Merry Christmas, Minho!”
In a blink of an eye, the elf leaves nothing but a blur of light behind, going up the chimney,
“Merry Christmas, Jisung.” Minho replies even without the presence of the interesting elf.
Tonight, Minho’s doodles take the form of the face of the elf he would hardly be able to forget.
November 16th, 2017
“Are you coming home for Christmas?” The hopeful tone of his mother’s voice reaches Minho’s ears through the phone.
Minho is finishing his first university semester in Seoul. Veterinary Medicine, his childhood dream. He hasn’t seen his family in person since the beginning of classes, and the end of year break is his chance of seeing them after all this time. On the other hand, he and his roommate, Changbin, have invites to great parties all over campus.
After all, Minho has never been a fan of Christmas…But something has changed, hasn’t it?
He looks over to his wall where he has pinned many of his drawings, seeing the sketches of the elf Jisung which could never be as good as reality. Minho hasn’t managed to represent Jisung’s exact features on paper yet.
He can’t lie and say he doesn’t want to have the chance of meeting that clumsy elf once more.
“I’m coming, Mom.”
December 24th, 2017
Minho hides in the kitchen, sneaking looks to the living room as he waits for the moment he might see the elf coming down the chimney.
Is he coming?
Or did he make so many mistakes last Christmas and get sent back to Ribbons like he feared?
Minho chooses to believe Jisung is coming to bring the gift his sister asked for. This year, Minho has no idea what it is, because he wasn’t with his sister when she wrote the letter.
A few minutes pass and Minho starts thinking maybe it was all just a dream and Jisung isn’t real. Or he won’t show up.
But as if his prayers were heard, he hears a sound followed by Jisung’s voice:
“Ouch.”
Minho takes a look and sees the elf on the floor, on his butt. At least all of the gifts are still inside the sack this time.
“There’s something wrong with this chimney, I swear,” the elf says to himself, shaking his head.
“I can check it later for you,” Minho lets himself be seen, going into the room. And, of course, startling Jisung.
“Minho?!” he says, full of surprise.
The human smiles with the realization that the elf remembered his name.
“Hi, Jisung.” Minho takes a step forward, offering his hand to help the elf stand up.
When Jisung’s warm hands touch Minho’s, he feels a warmth rush through his chest.
“I see you haven’t been sent back to ribbons,” Minho comments, tying to spark up a conversation.
“It was a close call,” the elf scratches his head, laughing awkwardly. “But I trained a lot this year. I won’t be the best deliverer, but I’ll be better than last year.”
“That’s the spirit!” Minho raises his thumbs. “Did you bring what my sister asked for?
“Of course!” Jisung opens the sack, getting the gift faster than last year. This time, the package is red and golden. “To Minhee!”
Jisung smiles wide and Minho mirrors the action.
“Do you deliver presents to all the children in Gimpo?”
“No, just this region. I share the city with my friends, Jeongin and Seungmin. There’s Felix too, but he’s not really our friend,” Jisung answers, throwing the sack over his shoulder.
“Why isn’t he your friend?” Minho asks with curiosity.
“He and Jeongin hate each other. To this day, I don’t understand why,” he laughs slightly. “But Felix is a bit uptight and bitchy.”
“I would never imagine there’s a feud between Santa’s helpers. I assumed it would beall peace and love among you guys.”
“We mainly live in peace, but sometimes there are arguments” the elf explains.“Well, I have to go… Merry Christmas, Minho!”
“Wait!” Minho rushes to call him before losing sight of him. “Last year, you didn’t eat the cookies we baked. Minhee was sad about it.”
“Oh my! I didn’t even remember!” His eyes widen. “I’ll eat them now! Where are they?”
“Here,” Minho points to the center table where a place with five cookies and a glass of milk awaits for Santa Claus. “I wanted to help baking them, but I got home from university last minute.
“Oh, what are you majoring in?” the elf asks with his mouth full of cookie crumbles.
“Veterinary Medicine.”
“How cute! What is your favorite animal?”
“Cat, how about yours?”
“Reindeer, obviously,” the elf laughs softly, and Minho smiles atthe sound.
“Do you come here in a sleigh with reindeers?”
“Yes, they’re on the roof waiting for me,” Jisung points up.
“Cool! Do you drive it?”
“Yes… it took a long time for me to learn, I’m a terrible driver.”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Minho offers a smile.
“If humans could see sleighs, I would tell you to go outside to check my terrible navigation skills.”
“It’s a pity I can’t see…” Minho laments. “Are there many houses left for you to go to?”
“Yours is the first, actually.” Jisung looks at the clock on the wall and widens his eyes. “I need to go! Merry Christmas, Minho!”
“Merry Christmas, Jisung!
October 31st, 2018
“Come on, Minho! Why not? He is like the most handsome guy in our university,” Changbin asks him, incredulous.
They are at a Halloween party in a university fraternity. The house is crowded, and a guy dressed as a goblin wants to hook up with Minho.
“He’s not my type,” Minho explains, looking at the guy’s cheap costume across the room.
“What’s your type, then? You reject everyone!”
“I don’t know, but it’s not him.” Minho answers the truth, although Jisung’s face invades his mind immediately.
December 24th, 2018
This time, Minho waits for Jisung sitting down on the couch. He knows the elf won’t have any problems coming down the chimney. After last Christmas, Minho checked its insides and there were a few bricks out of place, so he pressured his mom and his stepfather for it to be fixed before winter, and so they did.
It doesn’t take long for the blur of light to show up, transforming into Jisung in the middle of the living room.
“Minho!” The elf smiles, leaving his sack on the floor.
“Hi, Jisung!” Minho excitedly greets. “How was your year?”
“The same as always, magic and filled with work. How about yours?”
“Normal, university is killing me, but nothing alarming. I’ve started an internship as well, I’m enjoying it.”
“That’s nice! I’m getting better at my delivering job, I had better numbers last year,” the elf says with pride.
“I’m happy for you,” Minho smiles. “Oh, I’m the one who baked the cookies this year, I hope you like them.”
Jisung smiles again and gets a cookie from the plate, taking a big bite.
“Hm! It’s delicious!” he says with sparkly eyes. Minho smiles once more.
Jisung eats his cookie and then leaves Minhee’s gift under the tree, giving the bow three taps.
“Before I leave…” Jisung says, putting his hand in his pocket. “I made it, so don’t expect much. Merry Christmas.”
The elf hands Minho a small package. It looks disheveled; the wrapping paper is crunched and the bow is lopsided.
It’s the most beautiful packaging Minho has ever seen.
When he looks up to thank the elf, he’s not there anymore.
Even with the absence, Minho doesn’t let his smile die. He carefully opens the present, revealing a keychain of a cat made of clay. It’s a small cat with big eyes.
It’s the best Christmas gift Minho has ever gotten.
June 10th, 2019
After a long time trying, Minho finally gets a good sketch of Jisung’s face. When he was young, he never thought of refining his drawing skills, but the need for seeing Jisung outside of Christmas spoke louder.
“Who’s this?” Changbin asks, looking at the drawing on top of Minho’s desk.
“The boy of my dreams.”
December 24th, 2019
“Merry Christmas, Jisung.” Minho shows the little package in his hands to the elf. He spent the year brainstorming what to give Jisung and, in the end, decided to gift him something simple that he could carry with him.
“It’s beautiful, Minho!” Jisung smiles wide, looking down at the red yarn bracelet in his hand with his big and sweet brown eyes. “Thank you very much!”
“I made it, with help, of course.”
“I love it! Can you help me put it on?” The elf raises his left sleeve and Minho ties the bracelet around his wrist, touching his skin slightly with the tip of his fingers.
He looks up, seeing that Jisung is too close, but doesn’t pull away. He just observes the elf’s face, retaining as many possible details in his mind.
“Hm, I also brought you something again.” Jisung takes a step back, his face reddened. He gets a gift from his pocket, giving it to Minho.
It’s a Christmas ornament, decorated with cat paws.
Minho smiles and looks up to thank Jisung, but he only sees the light blur left by the elf.
December 24th, 2020
Jisung arrives earlier than usual, coming down the chimney in a rush. Minho sees the elf carries a worried look that softens when he sees the human waiting for him.
“You’re okay…” he breathes.
“Just going crazy from being inside all the time, but I’m okay.” Minho answers, standing up.
“I got worried when the letters started to arrive. Minhee asked for you to get better as a gift this time…”
“It took me a long time to get better, but I’m fine,” Minho smiles comfortably. “Does this mean there’s no gift for her this year?”
“I picked one… I hope she likes it.” Jisung shows the small package. When he puts it under the tree and taps it three times, it turns into a huge box.
“What is it?” Minho asks curiously, eyeing the size of the gift.
“A bike.”
“Ah, she’ll love it!” Minho smiles.
“Minho…” Jisung calls to him with a whisper.
“Yes?”
“I’m happy you’re all right. I was really worried,” the elf confesses with watery eyes.
Minho holds the elf’s hand, his heart racing.
“I won’t go anywhere. Not as long as I get to see you every Christmas.”
September 21st, 2021
“A trip?!” Minho asks, baffled.
“Yes, Minho! We’ll spend Christmas at a beach in Brazil!” His mother tells him excitedly.
“I don’t want to go! Christmas has to be here!” Minho insists.
“Why are you so adamant about spending Christmas at home, Minho?” His stepfather questions.
“Tradition!” Minho stamps his feet. He isn’t going to miss his only chance of seeing Jisung to go to a beach.
“You? Caring about tradition?” His mom crosses her arms, wary.
“Come on! If we travel, Minhee won’t get Santa’s present on the right day!”
“She can open it later, son.”
“Go without me, then!”
“If that’s what you want…”
December 24th, 2021
“Can you come back here after you finish delivering the gifts?” Minho asks Jisung before he leaves. His intention is to make the most of the fact he is home alone to spend a little more time in the elf’s presence.
“I can try. Do you want me to come back?” The hopeful look of Jisung makes Minho’s heart race.
“I do.”
“Then I’ll come back.”
December 25th, 2021
The sun starts to rise when Jisung comes down the chimney again. Minho is sleepy, but refuses to let it take over as he anxiously waits for the elf.
“Hi, again,” Jisung says as he.
“How was the gift delivery?” Minho asks, scooting over on the couch, making space for Jisung to sit beside him.
“All good! I’m better than before, I even finished earlier,” Jisung smiles proudly and sits down.
Both of their knees touch because of the proximity, and neither of them dares to break the contact.
“How long can you stay here?”
“An hour, I guess,” Jisung answers while looking at the clock on the wall. “But I have to go before your family wakes up.”
“They’re traveling.”
“You didn’t go along?” The elf asks curiously.
“I didn’t want to miss the chance of seeing you,” Minho says honestly. Jisung’s cheeks blush and he looks away from Minho’s intense stare to look at his own hands.
The two spend the rest of the time together, talking, sharing stories to get to know each other better. Minho gets even more charmed by the Christmas elf, and the Christmas Magic starts to make sense.
August 23rd, 2022
Minho is back in Gimpo, graduated in Veterinary Medicine and will start a job at a local clinic. Even with tons of job offers in Seoul and abroad, he decides not to leave his hometown.
He doesn’t say it out loud, but there is a big reason behind his decision.
December 25th, 2022
It’s past midnight and Jisung hasn’t arrived yet. Minho is distressed, thinking about the possibility of not seeing his dear elf anymore. But no one else has arrived with Minhee’s, so there is still hope.
He bounces his leg, anxious, staring at the fireplace.
Finally, Jisung comes through without any rush whatsoever.
“What took you so long?” asks Minho, worried.
“I left you for last, this way I can spend a little more time here,” Jisung explains with a smile.
He leaves Minhee’s gift under the tree and sits down on the couch next to Minho.
“So, how is the graduated life?” Jisung asks, striking up a conversation with Minho.
They talk until Minhee wakes up, coming down the stairs in a rush to open Santa Claus’s gift.
December 25th, 2023
Another year, another Christmas, another one of Jisung’s visits filled with conversation and things to tell. The elf stays in Minho’s house until Minhee wakes up, enjoying every second he has with Minho.
November 14th, 2024
“I don’t know what to ask for Christmas this year.,” says Minhee, staring at her letter paper with a bit of disinterest.
Minho looks at her in distress. His sister is 12 years old and Christmas isn’t the big event it used to be for her. But without her letter, how would he see Jisung?
His only Christmas tradition is staying up late waiting for the elf, a tradition of years which Minho spends months waiting for. Jisung is special; Minho likes seeing him, talking to him, and being in his company. Heknows he’s in love with the elf, but how could he not be? His heart aches with the distance, with not even being able to talk to him while they are apart. Minho can’t lose his chance of seeing Jisung.
“Ask for a video game, then we can play together,” he suggests.
“Good one,” the girl smiles, beginning to write her letter.
December 25th, 2024
“You won’t guess what happened!” Jisung starts excitedly while he takes bites out of the cookie Minho has baked.
“What?”
“Jeongin kissed Felix under the mistletoe yesterday!”
Minho always talks about his friends to Jisung, and the elf does the same. They exchange little stories to feel closer. Minho hears so much about Jeongin and Seungmin, and consequently Felix, that he feels like he knows them.
“I can’t believe it! Kissed like a real kiss? Of their own free will?
“Yes! But they are not talking. They even left with their sleighs at different times,” Jisung tells.
“But did they kiss because of the mistletoe? Is it, like, a law to kiss under it?” Minho asks curiously.
“It’s not a law. Meeting someone under the mistletoe is seen as a magic sign because, in the Village, they grow spontaneously. They’re not just decoration.
“Oh, I see…” Minho trails off, looking at the mistletoe his mother asked him to hang on the ceiling. “And if it’s decoration?”
“The legend says that humans only feel like hanging a mistletoe where destined people meet,” Jisung explains and Minho’s heart beats stronger as he looks at the tiny decoration.
December 3rd, 2025
Minhee decides not to write to Santa anymore.
Minho cries incessantly in his room, his heart broken with the reality of not seeing Jisung anymore. He thinks about last Christmas, of how they talked for hours until Minhee was up once more. Exchanging stories, comments and moments, all being watched over by the mistletoe.
He should’ve kissed him. Had he known it was the last time, Minho would’ve lived the night to its fullest. He should’ve said a proper goodbye, something more than a simple “Merry Christmas” in front of the fireplace.
Now, all he’s left with are memories.
Why did his greatest love be an elf who showed up only just once a year? Minho never felt a connection with anyone like he felt with Jisung. Why was the world so cruel to him? Why couldn't he have Jisung?
As a last resort, Minho rips a page out of his planner, sits down at his desk, and starts to write a letter addressed to Santa Claus.
“Hello, Santa Claus.
I know I’m too old for this and that I wasn’t a very obedient child, ut I beg for you to listen to my request:
All I want for Christmas is Jisung.”
December 25th, 2025
Christmas time isn’t the same for Minho anymore. His excitement in the previous years for the festivity had a name, and now he would no longer see him.
Instead of spending the night awake in the living room, Minho spends it crying in bed, without Jisung.
In the morning, he pulls himself out of his room to live his day. He puts on clothes, brushes his teeth and goes downstairs. He has no plan of eating breakfast as he is completely without hunger, but he enters the kitchen anyway to greet his family.
“Santa left you a gift, have you seen it?” His mom says upon seeing him.
Minho runs to the living room, seeing a small package under the tree. It’s smaller than the ones Jisung carries in his sack.
Probably it is Santa and his elves’ way of telling him that what he asked for is impossible to deliver. Or maybe, a final gift from Jisung.
He kneels down, grabbing the package and opening it with care. It is a small box, and when he opens it, he finds a key with a cat keychain made of clay.
Behind it, a note:
“143 Levanter Street”
It’s an address in Gimpo, not far from his house.
Minho gets the key and runs to the street. The keychain is made by Jisung, Minho is sure. So, what is waiting for him at the address?
Neither the cold nor the snow bother him, he runs until he gets to the street and searches for the number. He finds a small house at the end of the street, simple and delicate. Minho never noticed it before. It’s all decorated for Christmas with lights, adornments and wreaths.
Minho walks to the door, looks at the key in his hand before using it to carefully open it. He sticks his head inside to take a peak.
The beautiful living room that greets him is also decorated for Christmas, but Minho doesn’t care about it, because there is Jisung sitting down on the couch. He’s not dressed in his deliverer uniform, but instead he wears a pair of jeans and a plain black T-shirt. He even has slippers on his feet.
“Jisung!” Minho rushes in his direction, his eyes filled with tears. He would have one last Christmas with the elf, Santa Claus answered his request.
“Hi, Minho,” Jisung smiles, standing up to receive Minho into his arms.
“I thought I wouldn’t see you anymore,” Minho cries, hugging the elf with strength.
“I’m here.” Jisung hugs Minho with the same intensity.
“What is this place?” Minho asks without letting go.
“My new house,” Jisung answers and Minho pulls away to look at him in confusion.
His eyes fall on Jisung’s ears. They used to be long and pointy, but now they are small and round, like a human’s.
“What…”
“You weren’t the only one who wrote Santa a letter. I asked for you too when I noticed Minhee hadn’t sent anything. And he made a proposal I couldn’t refuse.” Jisung smiles, caressing Minho’s face.
“What proposal?”
“To become human and live in Gimpo, so I can live by your side.”
“You’ve left everything behind? For me?” Minho lets tears fall out of his eyes. He puts his hands on Jisung’s shoulders, holding the fabric of his shirt, just to make sure he is really here.
“For you,” Jisung echoes, wiping some of Minho’s tears away.
“Does this mean I don’t have to say goodbye?”
“Never again.”
Minho pulls Jisung by his shirt, putting his lips on his with despair, but with a lot of care still. His heart beats fast in his chest, but he’s calm, tranquil, happy. The feeling he gets is that he is exactly where he should be, with who he should be with.
Jisung reciprocates the kiss, holding Minho’s face with passion.
Kissing Jisung is like he always imagined: perfect. As if he is flying in a beautiful blue sky, free and lightweight. The kiss is the perfect fit, and they follow a calm rhythm, exploring each other and enjoying every second.
The kiss ends with a prolonged peck, and they stare at each other with smiles on their faces.
“I’m so in love with you, Jisung,” Minho confesses, bringing his hands down to his lover’s waist.
“As I am with you, Minho. Ever since the first time I saw you.”
Jisung gets closer, kissing Minho again.
“You’re gonna have to teach me how to live as a human,” he says with a chuckle.
“I’ll teach you everything I know,” Minho guarantees. “I’m very happy you’re here.”
“So am I,” Jisung smiles back. “I had made breakfast to welcome you, but I burned everything.”
“It’s alright,” Minho says softly. “I can make everything again for us. But show me around your house first!”
“Sure!” Jisung interlocks his fingers with Minho’s and pulls him along to show every corner of his new home.
It’s not big, but it’s cozy. What surprises Minho is the orange cat lying down on the double bed in the bedroom.
“A cat!” He chimes happily, scaring the feline that runs under the wardrobe. “Oops.”
“He’s called Soonie. I asked for a cat for us.”
“For us?”
“Yeah…” Jisung scratches his head with blushed cheeks “Like… if you want to stay here someday. If you don’t, pretend I never said anything.”
“I want to spend every second of my life next to you, Jisung,” Minho promises, pulling Jisung for another kiss.
Now that he has Jisung, he won’t ever get tired of kissing him every second. After nearly ten years of seeing Jisung only once a year, Minho can finally have what he's been wishing for.
Breaking the kiss with a smile, Minho looks at Jisung and says, “Merry Christmas, Jisung. You are the best gift I have ever gotten.”
“Merry Christmas, Minho.”