chanson-land

[chanson-land]

so adorable;

[chanson-land]

A wish for Christmas.

Wonwoo x female!reader word count: 1,033 genre: fluff????? idk

Smiling became such an automatic habit that at the end of the day you could feel your face almost paralyzed, like a robot, and you could feel the pain to make the happy expression on your face go back to normal. Christmas always was an magic time, to share love, exchange gifts, eat the hell out of you, but this year, the magic was far away from you.

The mall was almost empty by that time, tonight was your turn to organize and close the Santa Claus house. Yes, this year you were so broke that you took a part-time job as one of the girls who helps dear Santa with the presents, but actually, you are just trying to fill your time for not being able to enjoy the holiday with someone you loved.

When you were ready to leave the mall, you noticed the clothes you were wearing, a red dress in which the only thing that could be protected from the cold outside was the little hat that completed  the outfit, when you realized that you forgot your coat in Somi's car, who saved you from getting late for work. She calls herself 'Y/N Super Hero', more like wonder woman style, although, the last thing that you can do is disagree with her, because really, she always save your ass of trouble. You took a deep breath. "How can I be so dumb", you slapped your forehead a little hard and groan with the pain you were feeling

You decided to walk to a coffee shop nearby just to save yourself from become an ice statue. The bell rang when you opened the door, finally not feeling cold anymore and relaxing your body as you felt the familiar smell of coffee. The place was almost empty, what was expected because how cold it was that night. You could only hear the Christmas songs on background while you were making your way to one of the last red seats, where the light was not so bright, so you can take a little rest, helping Santa Claus in a mall with kids all the time it's not an easy task.

When you were about to rest you head on the glass of the window, a deep voice caught you by surprise, making you jump a little from your seat. "Excuse me, can I sit here?", the deep voice was from a brown-haired guy, wearing a black jacket which matched with the rest of his outfit, all black, with circle glasses almost falling from his face and a book in his hand.

"Sure!", you answered more excited than you expected, feeling awkward while you watch him sit in front of you. You took a look in his features, hair, eyes, nose, mouth. Why this guy is doing here this late? Why he would sit with you? He opened his book, seeming looking for the page that he should has stopped reading. His eyes caught you staring at him, what made you focus outside the window, resting your chin on your hand. "Sorry,  I like sitting here because of the light, it's good for reading."

"Oh, right.. ", your voice was lower than his, you were wondering if he only came here to read his book. "Are you lost?", he said, and you frowned with his question. "Lost? What do you mean?". " Well, lost, shouldn't you be helping an old man called Santa?" you stood looking at him blankly, and then, he pointed to your dress. "Oh, right, I'm on my break actually, he is coming to pick me with his fancy wagon", a smile formed on your lips when you saw that young man in front of you chuckling.

"So, maybe you can give my letter for him", you adjust your posture to face him. "Only if you tell me what do you ask for Christmas", you said. He closed the book, resting his arms on the table after adjusting the glasses on his face. That glasses made him look more serious, which suited his voice, and perhaps also suited with the shy smile that formed on his lips.

"Hmm.. I think it's too personal. Almost intimate", his brown eyes met mine and I felt my heart lose a beat for a second. It was hard to read him through his eyes, so hard that you can be immersed in the depth in a fraction of a second. "Intimate, uh? Seems exciting. Maybe you want complete your 50 Shades of Grey collection".

"Oh, you caught me! Is it that obvious? Do I look that I have a peculiar taste?", he raised one of eyebrow, and you couldn't do anything else than chuckle. "What about you? What do you want for Christmas?"

"Me?", you paused for a moment, glancing outside the window, watching the movement practically nil on the streets. You did not want anything this Christmas, does it sound strange? Would it make you such a person out of people's magical world? Or it would make you cold enough for not enjoying the Christmas spirit that seemed so alive to every person you saw during your day. "I have not thought of anything special yet."

"You have time for that.", he said, opening his book again, as you kept staring to the window.

Where does the idea of Christmas spirit come from and why does it hinge so much on behavior? In general, we're encouraged to be joyful, charitable, generous, kind, and forgiving—which are all behaviors that run counter to our inclined responses to the stresses caused by holiday shopping, holiday travel, and general holiday interactions. You keep questioning yourself. Where does the idea of Christmas spirit come from and why does it hinge so much on behavior?

You got so deep in your thoughts you even haven't notice when you fell asleep. You ended up waking up by one of the attendants, telling you that they would be closing the place for today. Sleepily, you opened your eyes and your body remained warmed by a jacket that did not belong to you and a note written on a napkin in blue paint.

Maybe a jacket could be a good one.