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mocheons!
for some reason, sometimes, suddenly, i keep thinking these days. how happy i am, how beautiful you are - about us, who are second to none.
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prompt: christmas break
fandom: skz
length: 881w
notes: for id_cb97 on tumblr! this was a request from them to write about skz on christmas break when they were on college - obviously, it is very much incomplete, but maybe i’ll continue it in the future! ❤︎
"i can't believe you raided my house within two seconds of coming over," changbin accuses, leaning on the wall. the others are sprawled messily around his room, in their own world, but barely anyone pays him a glance. woojin gives him a look, almost sympathetically, and returns to eating his food - changbin’s food - within the span of a second.
“i can’t believe you’re rich,” jisung retorts, pushing himself up from where he’s been sprawled out over changbin’s bed. “i can’t believe you never told me this before! you have chandeliers!”
“you’ve seen my house before,” changbin says, exasperated.
“well, yes, but you showed me photos! i thought you, like, edited the background in, or, at the very least, you did - like, i don’t know, broke into someone’s house to take photos!”
“you thought i was a criminal?”
“you wear all black all the time! i thought there was a reason for that!”
minho’s head swivels up, and he glances at changbin. changbin immediately gets a sense that he’s not going to like what’s going to come out of minho’s mouth next.
“so, does that mean our presents are going to be expensive?” minho asks cheerfully, tucking his - whatever he was holding away. “i mean, proportionally, we should be spending the same amount on each other, right?”
“remember it’s the thought that counts, minho,” woojin gently interrupts, and flips the next page in his manga volume, glasses perched atop the bridge of his nose. he’s wearing a horrifically ugly christmas sweater, and the neon-colored bells sewn on star-shaped patches above his nipples on his shirt jingle whenever he moves. changbin almost thanks him, before he serenely adds, “so i hope you put a lot of thought into our gifts, changbin.”
“the price tag should also count,” jisung argues, rolling over so he’s on his stomach, and he swipes at gyu for a second before changbin snatches him out of jisung’s grip. changbin pulls gyu close to his chest protectively. “i mean, i’m broke - “
“like you haven’t told us that a million times,” hyunjin complains, poking his head out from chan’s arm on the other side of the bed. cute, changbin automatically thinks, eyes skimming over hyunjin’s messy hair and pout. fuck. “stop, i just want to show chan my pictures of kkami!”
“we should do something festive,” jisung carries on, unbothered. “like - buying a ton of fried chicken and sponge cake, or street busking, or skyping felix’s family in australia and asking them how they’re doing - “
“hold on, how is skyping my family festive?”
“or hanging up mistletoe!” jisung concludes, still talking at that rapid-fire pace, and looks at changbin beseechingly. changbin promptly ignores him.
“ugh,” seungmin says, muffled from behind a pillow. his arms are tightly locked around jeongin, who squirms in an attempt to escape his grip. seungmin pulls the face again, and opens his mouth as if to bite him.
”stop,” jeongin complains, and pushes him away.
“what did you say, seungmin?” jisung asks, rolling over a couple more times to hear him clearly, and bumps his head on the bedpost. “oh, fuck -”
“language, jisung! think of the children.”
“we’re all in college, minho!”
“like i said,” minho says, self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips, “children.”
chan groans from where he’s half-buried under, half-burying hyunjin, and pulls the blanket over his head in a last-ditch attempt to hide from the noise coming from the rest of them. “please. let me sleep. it’s winter break. i just. christmas. my gift is sleep.”
“you’re such a loser,” minho says, quieter, and it sounds fond. changbin, for the most part, is endeared, but also mildly embarrassed for the two of them. woojin says something that sounds suspiciously like an agreement to minho’s comment.
“i understand, chan,” jisung says solemnly, unable to hear minho’s comment, and locks eyes with changbin from across the room. they come to a silent conclusion. “which is why...we can absolutely not let you rest. it’s winter break! you’ve already slept for like, ten hours when we were rating different eggnog brands.”
(“i don’t think that was eggnog,” felix says reflectively from his side of the room.)
jisung grabs chan’s arms. hyunjin, startled, loosens his grip on chan. changbin comes and pushes him off of the bed, mercifully letting him drag the blankets with him. seungmin scoots out of the line of impact without missing a beat, dragging jeongin with him, and woojin picks up his novel and moves away from the doorway. minho, curled up on a beanbag, watches the two of them haul chan to his feet.
“you’re heavy,” complains jisung.
“you’re cold,” changbin says, mildly concerned but mostly amused. “you were buried under, like, ten blankets.”
chan wriggles in their grip and gives up. “i’m only wearing a muscle tee!”
“oh, you know what it’s called?” seungmin asks, sounding mildly impressed.
“wait, why are you wearing that in winter?”
“i thought it’d be warm indoors!”
jisung and changbin share a look. they bend their heads together, free hands still holding chan in place, and talk.
“okay,” changbin announces, voice loud. he points at the doorway. “i’m kicking all of you out of my house. we’re going carolling.”
woojin laughs. jeongin makes a distinctly unimpressed noise. hyunjin groans. minho blinks. felix sighs. seungmin makes a hissing noise.
“right,” chan says, defeated. “great.”
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