he looks so angry here


october 25th, 2016.

Last Christmas - Chen/Jongdae angst

mad props to @kimtaehyungssmile for the cute af gif - he looks so adorable and cuddly here.

Jongdae let out an angry shout, arms flailing wildly as his body tipped to one side, losing his footing slightly. Sehun’s and Chanyeol’s laughter rang out as they watched as their elder stumbled around, a face covered in aerosol snow.

“Ch-Chanyeol! Sehun! This burns!” Jongdae yelled. Despite himself, he still laughed as he furiously rubbed the gooey, chunky white stuff out of his face. This encouraged the other two to laugh harder, Chanyeol’s hysterical guffaw being drowning out Sehun’s deeper tone.

“What the hell is going on?” Kyungsoo’s quiet voice rang out. Whilst it subdued the sounds of the boys laughter slightly, they were still sniggering. Chen had finally managed to scrape some of the gunk off his face but the rest of it was quickly hardening, making him have to scrape it off with his nails, leaving harsh red streaks across his skin. “What are you doing?”

“The two idiots sprayed that crap all over my face.” Jongdae said. The two other boys stopped laughing immediately, scarpering from the room in a flurry of movement and thundering footsteps.

“What’s goin-” Baekhyun asked, walking into the living room before cutting himself off and bursting into laughter.

D.O only sighed, moving forwards to help Jongdae get the crap off his face.
“They sprayed, like, an entire can on your face. They’re going to have to go out and buy another one.”

“No, I’ll go. That way I can get something to conduct my revenge.” Jongdae said and Kyungsoo shrugged.

“As long as you don’t destroy anything in the house.”


Jongdae exhaled heavily into his gloves, rubbing his hands together to try and warm his frozen fingers up. There was no snow, but there was no denying that it was really goddamn cold.

There was nobody really about - no sane person would be walking around the streets of Seoul in the middle of December unless they were out to buy a can of aerosol snow. For some reason, Chen didn’t think it was the most likely thing in the world.

He got hit in the face with a blast of warm air as he pushed the door to the convenience store open, walking in and going directly to the area that had the most christmas decorations. As he stood in front of the shelves, eyes browsing everything available, when he heard it.


His body froze, muscles tensing and eyes widening as his heart began hammering in his chest. His mouth dried up, the sound of his heartbeat pressing against his eardrums.

He knew that voice. He knew that voice very well.

“Oppa!” you screamed, wriggling around on the bed furiously as his hands continued their furious onslaught on your sides. “S-Stop!”

“No!” he yelled, grasping both of your hands in one of his, allowing his free hand to tickle all along your stomach and body.

“O-Oppa! Please!” you screeched, unable to catch your breath properly. “C-Can’t b-breathe!”

“Say that I’m better looking than Baekhyun! Say it!”


“I won’t stop then!”

“Jongdae, get off her before you kill her!” Jongin laughed from the doorway of the room, taking in the spectacle. Jongdae’s hands halted slightly, giving you the chance to break away, jump up and sprint out of the room, Chen hot on your heels.

“Run, Y/N!” Baekhyun screamed, grabbing Jongdae around the middle to allow you to escape from his tickling hands. “Save yourself!”

You laughed at his dramatics, stumbling slightly as you caught yourself on the doorframe, nearly going hurtling straight into Kyungsoo who was carrying a bowl of some freshly cooked side dish you didn’t have the time to think about.

“Watch where you’re going, Y/N.” D.O said calmly as if he wasn’t nearly just covered in japchae.

“Can’t! Have to escape!” you yelled, thundering down the hallway and bursting into Chanyeol’s room, startling the gangly giant as he was tinkering with his guitar, Sehun lying on the other bed with his earphones in.

“What the-”

“Save me!” you yelled, throwing yourself onto Sehun and burying yourself into his bed. “Chen is on a rampage because I said that Baekhyun has a nice butt!”

Chanyeol laughed, jumping up and barricading the door before Chen could barge in whilst Sehun gently rolled you off his chest, wheezing slightly from the impact of your entire body weight forcing the air out of his lungs.


Jongdae’s favourite holiday to spend with you was always, without a doubt, Christmas. He loved how festive and cuddly you got in the days leading up to the big day and he especially loved the cute outfits you wore. He loved how excited you got to finally put the Christmas tree up on the first of December and he loved how you did your best to spread the Christmas cheer throughout the entire dorm and put effort into decorating the place, even though you were neither asked to or expected to.

It was the third Christmas you would be spending together, though, and Chen couldn’t help but think that you weren’t so passionate about it as the previous two years and he was determined to find out why. What had changed? What had happened?

“Y/N,” Chen whined, throwing an arm over your waist as you lay on his bed together. Your back was to him and you had been unusually quiet the entire day of Christmas Eve and Jongdae was perturbed. You would usually be bouncing off the walls at this time, unable to contain your excitement for the next day - not on the verge of sleep at only ten in the evening. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice thick with sleep.

“You’ve been quiet and distant this entire month. What’s up? You usually love Christmas.”

“It’s nothing, Jongdae, I’ve just got stuff on my mind this month, that’s all.”

“Like what?” he asked, leaning his head on his hand so he could stare at the back of your hair, gently twirling a strand of hair around his index and middle finger, watching as the silky locks slid between the two fingers. “Is it work? Your parents?”

“Yeah. Work has been stressing me out lately.”
“Aw, jagi…” Chen whined, burying his face into your hair. “I wish there was something I could do. Is there anything?”

“No. It’s okay, Jongdae. I’m really tired, so I’m going to sleep now.”

“Okay jagiya, sleep well. I love you.”


He should have seen it coming, really. It was so obvious, even a blind man could have seen it. The distance, the unanswered texts, the half-assed excuses and reasoning. The lack of reply whenever he said that he loved her and the cold shoulder whenever he was being warm and affectionate.

“Jagiya… I love you, you know that, right?” Jongdae said, staring at her as she took off her makeup in his bedroom mirror in the late evening of Christmas Day.

“Yep.” you said curtly, tying your hair up into a bun and walking to the other side of his bed, his eyes following your every move.

“Then why don’t you love me anymore?”

The hard question made you freeze just as you pulled up the duvet, aiming to get into it. Your head turned slowly to face him and your heart ripped into two when you saw that his eyes were already filled with tears, a pained expression ruining his angelic features.

“Where did you get that idea?” you asked, dropping the duvet back down again.

“You aren’t acting normal. You’ve been ignoring me, and not saying it back when I tell you that I love you and- and- and…”

“Jongdae,” you murmured, joining him on top of the bed and tugging his hands from his face so you could wrap them around your waist, pulling him so his head rested on your chest. “I don’t mean to. I love you.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

What a fucking joke. He didn’t understand it at all - how could you hold him in your arms like that all night, saying words like that, only for them to be completely empty? You had given him hope - hope that everything would be okay and it was just a small problem. He thought that everything would go back to normal.

The next morning, he woke up alone in a cold bed, signifying that you were long gone by then. He had reached out for you, only to come up empty handed. Jerking upright, he looked around the room and everything that had been littered around the room for the last three years that belonged to you was gone. He stumbled out of the room, blundering around the dorm wildly, heart hammering and palms sweaty. Where were you? Where had you gone?

He never found out why you left him that day. He never saw you or heard from you again after that, after that night of whispered love and empty promises.

Jongdae stared at the can of aerosol snow in his hand, all the words and colours blurring into one. He didn’t even know what he was looking at anymore as he focused on the words pouring from your mouth with such happiness that he could have choked right there and then. How many days, weeks, months had he spent waking up in a cold sweat, haunted by the sound of that voice? How long had it taken him to get over you, to stop calling, to stop looking out for you whenever he left the building?

An entire year. That’s how long.

Now, just short of three hundred and sixty five days later, there you were again, trying to force yourself back into his heart without even trying to. Well, he wasn’t having it. He didn’t want you back in there again.

He placed the can back on the shelf with possibly more force than was necessary, turned and left the shop quickly, leaving behind the memory of that empty love and broken promises.

He would buy that fucking snow somewhere else.

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