holiday drabbles ; b1a4, infinite, shinee; [g]

[kantamu]

holiday drabbles
SO UM i wrote people things to send with cards and here they are i have a sinking feeling i've missed something but oh well :c UH HAPPY HOLIDAYS AGAIN I GUESS GUYS


+ jinyoung/cnu
for stef ♥

"I don't think any of them actually believe in Santa Claus," Dongwoo pointed out as he trailed behind Jinyoung, more concerned with his phone than the items in the window displays.

Jinyoung turned around to give him a very stern look, saying "we shouldn't be the ones to destroy the kids' dreams," before bursting out into laughter. "You didn't have to come with me," Jinyoung added when Dongwoo was done giving him dirty looks.

"Someone has to carry the bags," Dongwoo said pragmatically.

"True," Jinyoung agreed, before wandering off into a department store, not waiting for Dongwoo to follow. "By the way, I was thinking Chansik is old enough to appreciate these now. What do you think?"

Dongwoo took one look at the box of condoms Jinyoung was holding up and could feel himself going red. "Not if I can help it," he said grimly, snatching them from Jinyoung's hand and putting them back on the shelf.

"Maybe this is why manager-hyung wanted you to come along," he said, grinning.

"Please don't give him any more gray hairs," Dongwoo said flatly.

Jinyoung laughed, and continued ambling through the aisles. "Let's get hot chocolate when we're done," he commented somewhere in the middle of the 'toys for ages 2-5' section.

"But our diet—and should we call Chansik? We—"

"Nah," Jinyoung said, cutting him off. "It'll be our secret."

Dongwoo rolled his eyes, and pulled the Barbie out of the shopping basket while Jinyoung wasn't looking. He was pretty sure Junghwan had outgrown those years ago, and—"you do know that Sunwoo is almost twenty, not two, right?"

"Hm?"

Dongwoo sighed. "Never mind, leader. Just get them whatever you like."

+ woohyun/myungsoo aka fluffy socks
for zoe ♥

Woohyun glanced up from his phone, a brightly wrapped package dropped onto his lap. Myungsoo was standing a short distance away—when he saw Woohyun looking in his direction, he quickly turned to walk off.

"What's this?" Woohyun asked, tugging his headphones off.

Myungsoo paused and shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Christmas present," he said, without turning around.

Woohyun rolled his eyes and stood, reaching forward to grab Myungsoo by the back of his shirt and tug him to the table, depositing him in one of the other chairs. "Christmas is tomorrow," Woohyun said, arching an eyebrow at Muyungsoo.

Myungsoo leaned back, staring up at the ceiling as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I know," he mumbled. "Just open it."

Woohyun bit back a comment and obliged, tearing back the wrapping paper to reveal what was soft, fuzzy, and possibly even more colourful than the wrapping itself. He didn't bother smothering his laughter as he lifted a pair of striped, furry socks from the packaging, only laughing more when the tips of Myungsoo's ears turned red. "What—"

"Read the note," Myungsoo cut him off quickly.

With fingers shaking from laughter, Woohyun picked out a plain piece of white paper with bold marker in Myungsoo's handwriting scrawled across it. "In case of cold feet?" he read, and then looked at Myungsoo in disbelief.

"For, you know, tonight," Myungsoo replied, without meeting Woohyun's eyes.

"And they call me cheesy," Woohyun said under his breath.

Woohyun stood, tucking his phone into his pocket, looking at Myungsoo expectantly. "Okay, go get dressed, we're going out."

"What, now?" Myungsoo asked， brows furrowing. "For?"

Woohyun chuckled. "So you can buy me a proper Christmas present," he said. He paused, staring contemplatively at Myungsoo's increasingly passive face. Sometimes, Myungsoo really wasn't that fun to tease.

"And our date tonight, I guess," he conceded, whirling on his heel to hide his own grin. "So you better dress well!"

"I could say the same for you, hyung," Myungsoo called back. "And this is still your Christmas present!"

"Brat," Woohyun groused, and shut the door behind him before Myungsoo could say anymore. Cold feet. As if.

+ jinyoung/sandeul
for yssa, kelley, jo ♥

"Can we make Dongwoo hyung leader instead."

Junghwan stared at the skating rink with his arms crossed across his chest and nose wrinkled in a frown. Jinyoung gave him an amused look, tugging on his own skates. In the meantime, Chansik had already pulled Dongwoo with him onto the rink, where they were making laps around the edges, Chansik trying to persuade Dongwoo to spin in circles with him, avoiding the snow sprays Sunwoo sent up at them every time he passed.

"Why?" Jinyoung asked, still smiling.

Sometimes, that smile really pissed Junghwan off.

"His ideas of group bonding probably don't involve skating!" Junghwan complained, a slight whine making its way into his voice. "I can't skate!"

"That's because you've never tried," Jinyoung pointed out very reasonably. Too reasonably. He stood up, skates laced on properly, extending a hand to Junghwan. "Come on, you're wearing skates already anyway."

Junghwan took Jinyoung's hand with a long-suffering sigh as he struggled awkwardly to balance on his feet. "Just so you know, I hate you. And manager-hyung."

"He was nice enough to help you with the skates," Jinyoung said.

"You mean you told him to manhandle me into them," Junghwan grumbled. He stumbled, an undignified squeak accompanying his frenzied grasp at Jinyoung's arm. From across the rink, he saw Sunwoo laugh at him. Junghwan hoped that his glare promised bloody murder. If he, you know, managed to get out of this alive.

"Have I told you yet that I hate you?" Junghwan repeated, just for good measure, as he straightened, back on his own two wobbly feet. How was this fun. How did anyone think this was fun.

Jinyoung just laughed, stepping onto the ice. Junghwan may or may not have been clinging a little too tightly to Jinyoung's arm as he stepped on hesitantly—even so, he would have fallen flat on his ass if Jinyoung hadn't looped his other arm around Junghwan's back, keeping him on his feet.

"I hate you," Junghwan repeated, although its effect was diminished when it was being muffled by Jinyoung's shoulder. Junghwan's heart was beating so fast, he was pretty sure Jinyoung could feel it even through their combined winter layers. To make things worse, Sunwoo was probably laughing at him again.

"You don't mean it," Jinyoung said. He shook Junghwan off, coaxing Junghwan to take a tiny baby step, although Junghwan refused to relinquish his death grip on Jinyoung's arm. Dongwoo glided by, giving him an encouraging wave; Chansik contributed a thumbs up, although he was grinning too widely at Junghwan's obvious discomfort for it to be very encouraging at all. Junghwan sighed, and let Jinyoung pull him along the ice, steering him around a tangle of five-year-olds and brightly coloured scarves.

"See, not so bad, right?" Jinyoung asked, as Junghwan tried to mimic Jinyoung's footwork with minimal—but not zero—success.

"I still vote Dongwoo hyung as leader," Junghwan said, even as he tried a little stronger push, and to his delight, glided steadily along.

"You can do it," Jinyoung encouraged—and shook Junghwan's arm off as he skated ahead of him, a calm smile on his face.

"Hyung!" Junghwan windmilled for a moment before regaining his balance—he glanced down at his skates, and then back up at Jinyoung, a slow smile spreading across his face even if he really and truly did hate Jinyoung hyung. He pushed off one step, and then another, gliding forward to where Jinyoung was waiting.

"Don't you dare move," Junghwan threatened, making his slow progress over.

"Okay," Jinyoung agreed, but with the look in his eyes that said he was going to move just as Junghwan neared. And, Junghwan decided, he had no doubt that Jinyoung would have, if something didn't crash into the back of his knees just as Jinyoung came into arm's range, and he ended up tumbling forward straight into the older boy.

"Sorry!" he heard, as the child who had bowled him over scrambled back to her feet and sprinted off to join her friends.

"Ow," Junghwan groaned, his face pressed into Jinyoung's jacket. "I really hate you now."

Jinyoung laughed again, helping Junghwan to his feet and patting him down. "Sorry, sorry. I'll buy you hot chocolate to make up for it?"

Junghwan made a face. "I'm on a diet, hyung," he pointed out.

Chansik skated over and offered Junghwan a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Kids these days," he said solemnly, before catching sight of Sunwoo over his shoulder and dashing off as they continued their impromptu game of tag on ice, but not before leaning forward and whispering to Junghwan to "just get a room, hyung!"

"Kids these days," Dongwoo agreed, slowing to a stop besides them, apparently unaware of the beginnings of a smirk on Jinyoung's face and the redness of Junghwan's ears. He blinked, catching sight of Jinyoung's amusement. "What?"

"I need new friends," Junghwan declared.

Jinyoung laughed, looping an arm through one of Junghwan's. "Too bad you have us," Jinyoung said, pulling Junghwan along for a leisurely lap around the rink, leaving behind a confused Dongwoo. "Too bad you have me," Jinyoung added.

"Oh shut up, hyung."



also because halcyondusk drew things and they are adorable here have it i am showing it to the world!!

+ myungsoo/sungyeol
for kiyukiyu kiyumi ♥

The plan was brilliant in its simplicity.

Even Sungyeol had to laud himself for its sheer genius. He glanced up at the little sprig of red and green taped inconspicuously to the hall light, giving himself a mental pat on the back for a job well done. And the best part of the plan was that he could just laugh it off as a joke. He got his Christmas kiss, and everyone stayed friends.

He had it all planned out: they'd come back from the performance that evening (early morning, really), Sungyeol would walk next to Myungsoo, and just before they passed under the Christmas berries, Sungyeol would say something to Myungsoo, Myungsoo would turn his head, and—

"Mistletoe," Myungsoo said, pointing upwards with a mischievous grin.

Sungyeol's fingers flew to his lips as Myungsoo walked away, lips still tingling from the brief contact. His eyes opened wide in shock, a second or two too late, just enough time for Myungsoo to badly conceal a giggle.

So much for the plan.

"Yah! Myungsoo, you brat!" Sungyeol yelled, chasing after him. But whatever, this worked too.

+ shinee gen
for c ♥

Taemin gave the scene in front of him a critical look over, sighed, and stepped back. "I really don't know what to say, hyung," he said, resigned.

"You don't need to say anything, Taeminnie-ah," Kibum said understandingly, pulling Taemin out of the doorway and steering him into the kitchen. "But there's hot chocolate on the table if you want some."

"One on the left is yours," Jinki directed, blinking owlishly over his own cup. "The other two are spiked."

Taemin rolled his eyes and grabbed the mug in the middle, pointing out "I'm not a kid, hyung," as he slid into one of the seats. Jinki just nodded, more absorbed in catching the drops of hot chocolate along the side of the cup with his tongue than whether or not Taemin had picked the alcoholic version or not.

"You'd think they'd have learned by now," Taemin mused thoughtfully.

"Which part?" Kibum asked, having returned from dumping shopping bags into the bedroom. "That Jjong can't stand horror movies or that Minho can't hold his alcohol."

Taemin rolled his eyes. "No, that they should wear pants when they're sleeping."

"It's good blackmail material though," Jinki commented absently, tilting his head when he realised both Taemin and Kibum were staring at him. "What? Anyway, Christmas should be calm and pleasant and warm and not filled with silly scary movies. They're not even that scary."

Kibum gave Jinki a scathing look before he went to go wake Jonghyun and Minho up so they could at least eat something before their schedules. A moment later, Taemin scampered after him with his phone out and ready, because Jinki hyung had good ideas sometimes after all.

In the meantime, Jinki nursed his drink, and thought very hard about becoming one with his bed. All he wanted for Christmas was a good night's sleep—why was life so hard?