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Walking into December.

  • Chaeyoung: What says Oh Oh Oh?
  • Chaeyoung: Santa walking backwards!
  • {Only Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon laugh}
  • Jeongyeon: What carol is heard in the desert?
  • Jeongyeon: O camel ye faithful!
  • {Once again Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon are the only ones that laugh}
  • Mina: Christmas is cancelled.
  • Chaeyoung: You can't cancel a holiday.
  • Mina: Keep it up, Chae and you will lose New Year's.
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“You need to be more careful, (name).” Carl says, glancing at you.
“I’m trying to be Carl.” You say back, grabbing his arm and stopping him. “I’m just not that good at fighting.”
“Well you need to be, I don’t want you getting hurt.” You stared up at him questioningly. He sighed and glanced away,
“I love you, okay?” He turned back around, staring you straight in the eyes. You smiled up at him,
“I love you too." 

~gif isn’t mine

Secret Santa // Jungkook Scenario

Anon asked:
Hey lovely! Can I request a fluffy, Christmassy scenario with Jungkook where you have a Christmas party at school and you are each other’s secret santa? Please and thank you ❤🎄🎅

This request is so cute! It’s been a while since I’ve done Secret Santa, let alone in school, but this is somewhat how I remembered it… Thanks so much for your ADORABLE request (seriously, I absolutely loved writing this) I hope it meets your expectations ❤❤

Genre: Fluff
Jungkook x reader
Length: 1.3k words


“Next we have this one for Jungkook?” Mr Song said from the front of the room, rummaging through the bag that held all the Secret Santa gifts as he walked towards the boy. You along with all your classmates had gone to your teacher that morning with all your gifts so he could collect them and give them out anonymously. You watched with sharp eyes as Mr Song handed the carefully wrapped present to Jungkook, the tiny little note you’d written containing a hint hanging off of a gold string. As the teacher moved away to continue handing out the gifts you watched Jungkook as he read the note, a small smile creeping onto his face. He looked up suddenly and his eyes immediately met yours, taking you by surprise. You diverted your attention from him instantly, hoping he hadn’t seen you watching.

“Y/N?” The teacher called your name, giving you a reason to lose interest in the boy. Your teacher crossed the room and came to you, a little gift-wrapped cylinder held in his hand. You took it, more than a little excited as to what was inside. You wondered subconsciously how your Secret Santa had managed to wrap it so well. You searched for the note, and found that it was taped to the bottom of the cylinder.

Merry Christmas Y/N!! Your gift is the hint ;)

This was all that it said, and it intrigued you even further as to what the gift could be, and to who had bought it for you. You unscrewed the top of the cylindrical gift excitedly, peering into it immediately. You found that inside there were three things. Some of your favourite candy was the first one, which made you giggle a little bit. It felt a little personal since they’d actually tied it to something you liked. It could’ve just been a coincidence though, so you looked past it at what else there was. You found a rose next, and pulled it out, gasping a little at the kind of un-Christmassy gift. It was a delicate pink, the petals soft as velvet. You stared at it, noting that all of the thorns had been thoughtfully snipped off by whoever your Secret Santa was. You were completely bewildered, and wondered if this was the hint they were talking about.

The last thing in the box was a little perfume, which you immediately opened so you could smell it. It was perfect, the exact smells that you loved filling your senses. You were really intrigued by the fact that you’d gotten a really decent present, and all of the pieces were stuff that reflected things you actually liked. In the other Secret Santa gifts you’d received in previous years you’d simply gotten things like gummy worms and a pack of pencils, but this year you felt genuinely touched with the effort this person had put in for you. It was clearly someone you knew well, and you instantly looked up to scan the room for your friends.

But as soon as your eyes left your gift they flitted to Jungkook, who was, strangely enough, watching you in a similar way to how you were earlier. A light blush settled on his cheeks as he hurriedly turned away from you, but you’d seen it. You watched him as he trapped his bottom lip with his teeth nervously, staring intently at the front of the room as if he had most definitely not been watching you. You smiled a little bit before turning to watch the teacher hand out the remaining gifts, waiting to be dismissed.

Mr Song handed over the last little present, before telling the class that in their lunch break they should seek out their Secret Santa. And that was exactly what you planned to do.

When the bell rang, you immediately gathered up your gift and stood up to go to Jungkook. However, by the time you had picked up your bag, he had already left the classroom. You frowned in confusion, noting that all six of his friends had remained inside so they could talk to their own Secret Santas. You wondered why he’d left so suddenly.

You crossed and exited the room quickly, hoping you could catch up to Jungkook. Quickly looking up and down the corridor to check if he was there, you found him standing in front of his locker. You only saw the back of him and yet you still knew it was him somehow. You went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned to look at you, probably thinking it was one of his friends, but when he realised it wasn’t he jumped back violently in surprise. You stifled a giggle.

“Oh. Sorry. Um, you surprised me,” he stuttered, turning back to his locker, trying very hard to stay focussed on everything but you.

“Don’t apologise,” you told him, pulling your Secret Santa gift out of your bag distractedly. You tapped his arm again to get him to turn back to you. He did, his cheeks a little flushed as he looked from your face to the gift.

“Was this you?” you asked him, and he froze immediately. Despite his embarrassment, he still struggled to keep a grin off of his face.

“No. It wasn’t me.”

“Yes, it was.”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“So it was you?”

“No! I said it wasn’t-“

“But you said yes-“

“I meant no.”

“But yes doesn’t mean no.”

He stared at you, eyeing you in annoyance as he tried to get around what you were saying. You were teasing him - that much was clear.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” you insisted, smirking. He looked as if the competitive side of him really didn’t want to give in, and he turned away from you and continued putting his stuff in his locker.

“Maybe,” he said finally, his voice lowering as if he was secretly ashamed of himself. You smiled, pleased that it really was him. It made you so happy that he had been so thoughtful just for you.

“Thank you,” you told him quietly, watching as he placed a textbook on the neat stack he’d already made at the top of his locker. He mumbled something to you in response, but you didn’t hear what it was. Right before you were going to ask what it was he had said, you saw him pull his Secret Santa gift from his bag and put it carefully in his locker.

“So do you know who gave you yours?” you asked him casually, taking a few steps back so you could open your own locker.

He glanced at you in his peripheral vision, a small smile creeping over his lips. “I might have an idea of who it could be. But I’m not telling.”

You placed your own bag in your locker. “Why not?”

He closed his locker door and came to stand next to you, watching you carefully as his tall figure loomed over you. “Because I want her to come and tell me.”

You looked up at him and noted the sly grin on his face, fully aware of his guess. It was a bit of a change from the scared little bunny you’d been facing earlier now that you’d swapped places in the conversation, but you kept your reply calm. “You might be waiting a while then. I know who gave it to you and she’s a bit shy when it comes to you.”

His face changed completely. “She doesn’t need to be shy,” he said strangely, looking somewhat concerned now.

“Are you sure? You can be scary sometimes.”

He blushed yet again. “Scary? I don’t want her thinking I’m scary.”

“You’ll have to be extra nice to her then,” you said, grinning. You closed your locker door slowly, being careful to not do it too fast that it disrupts any of the things you arranged. Right as you went to look back at Jungkook again, he dipped down and brushed his lips over your cheek softly. You froze, completely shocked, and when he straightened up again his cheeks were scarlet.

“Would that be nice enough for her?” he stammered, seeming extremely nervous about what he’d just done. You couldn’t stop the smile from decorating your face as your heart warmed at his efforts.

“Yeah, I think so.”


Let me know what you think! Writing requests always open ❤ I write for any BTS member so ask me for anything!

Night walks with a heavy step
Round yard and hearth,
As the sun departs from earth,
Shadows are brooding.
There in our dark house,
Walking with lit candles,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

Night walks grand, yet silent,
Now hear its gentle wings,
In every room so hushed,
Whispering like wings.
Look, at our threshold stands,
White-clad with light in her hair,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

Darkness shall take flight soon,
From earth’s valleys.
So she speaks 
Wonderful words to us:
A new day will rise again
From the rosy sky…
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!