Demon's Holiday
Title: Demon's Holiday
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol
Summary: Chanyeol decides to help Yifan, resident dragon-demon, decorate his home for the holidays.
Notes: highlight to read. this is based off of an rp i currently have going. yifan is a dragon demon, the ruler of hell, who is slowly falling in love with a bumbling (cute) human. this is part of their story. written from a drabble prompt. i don't expect anyone to care about this but i needed fluffy krisyeol on my lj haha bye
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Christmas. Yifan has had one Christmas before, but the memories are really fuzzy -- as are most memories from before he died. So… it’s sort of like experiencing Christmas brand-new again, for the first time. His house doesn’t look too festive (it looks like it’s stuck in Halloween mode all the time, old and decrepit as it is) but the inside of it is slowly coming together. In the two months since he’s been back he’s managed to tidy it up a bit more; the living room now functions with cable and a flat screen as well as a few toys, the kitchen is fully repaired (there are doors on the cupboards now), and the sitting room is fully furnished.
The sitting room is where he is, currently, setting up the tree. He’d gone and cut it down himself, the green pine needles still fresh and healthy and making the entire first level of the mansion aromatic and sweet -- but getting it to rest upright in the stand was proving to be more difficult than he originally thought. He’s on the floor on his stomach, gloved fingers carefully working the screws into the sides of the tree trunk to try and get it as straight as possible. He crawls out and looks up, pine needles stuck in his hair, thick brows furrowing when the tree still leans stubbornly towards the window.
“It looks good,” Chanyeol suddenly appears in the doorway, cheeks flushed from the cold outside, eyes bright as he looks at Yifan’s handiwork.
Grumbling, Yifan brushes the pine needles off his clothes and from his hair as he stands, glaring at the tree. “It’s not straight.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Chanyeol shrugs as he comes in with a box full of goodies, setting it down by the tree. Yifan peers over his shoulder curiously at the jingling bells and sparkly decorations, and Chanyeol starts pulling things out. “I brought these-- some of them are leftover from my family…” he trails off, and Yifan doesn’t press; he gives Chanyeol’s shoulder a soft squeeze, kissing the side of the human’s head before straightening.
“They’ll look perfect,” he says. The smile he gets in return lets him know that was the right thing to say (even though Yifan isn’t sure if what he’s saying is ever the right thing to say), and soon enough he and Chanyeol are both reaching into the box, pulling out decorations and setting about filling up the pretty tree with all sorts of goodies.
Yifan’s side is heavy with decoration, but the dragon in him is making him grab everything shiny and pretty and lump it all together. Chanyeol’s side is meticulously decorated, each bulb and light having a specific place to go, and when they both step back to look at it, Chanyeol lets out a snort. Yifan scowls but Chanyeol doesn’t say anything -- he kisses Yifan’s cheek and then announces that tinsel needs to be sprinkled on the tree, which really, only means that Yifan is going to lump it onto every single branch. Somehow tinsel ends up in Chanyeol’s hair and Yifan pulls it out with a small chuckle, watching the way Chanyeol’s eyes reflect the colored lights strung up on the tree. The star is the final thing they add and they’re both tall so they both decide to put it up on the tree, ten joined fingers fidgeting and straightening it and making sure it’s upright. It ends up tipping towards the window with the tree and Yifan huffs but Chanyeol just laughs, saying something about it ‘adding character’.
With the tree decorated, they look through the box to find what else they can play with. Chanyeol pulls out a small Jesus in the Manger figurine set and Yifan arches a brow, reminded that this is a sacred holiday -- Chanyeol looks it over for a second, and then carefully wraps the figurines back up in the sparkly white tissue paper, setting it back in the box. Yifan isn’t sure exactly what that means, but he knows to be grateful. More digging reveals garland to hang on the banister of the staircase (Yifan complains that he likes to hold the rail when he goes up or down the steps and Chanyeol just calls him an old man while he winds the garland up and down the banister), and then little booklets of window stickers surface and Chanyeol gets really excited. They spend an excruciating amount of time turning Yifan’s sitting room windows into a winter wonderland, some window markers also coming into the mix and Yifan isn’t going to ask where Chanyeol got all of this stuff. He’s going to enjoy watching the way Chanyeol’s eyes light up when Yifan draws a juvenile snowman (it looks like a marshmallow) on a hill, he’s going to relish in Chanyeol’s deep laugh when a sticker gets static cling and refuses to part from Yifan’s forearm, and most of all, he’s going to enjoy the warm silence between them as they work on decorating a place that most people look at and run in the opposite direction.
The inside of his mansion feels warm and whole for the first time since he bought the place, and it’s all thanks to Chanyeol. Yifan has never decorated for Christmas before and now that he’s done it, he wants to do it year after year -- all with the human sitting next to him, who has a serene smile on his lips as his fingers smooth out stickers in the corners of the windows. Yifan’s gaze rests on Chanyeol for a few moments, watching his quiet concentration and just how… peaceful and happy he looks, and he can’t help but lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the other’s cheek, which gets leaned into as a soft chuckle follows.
“The tree and the windows are done, now there’s just one thing left,” Chanyeol says, rubbing his hands on his thighs to generate some warmth as he stands.
Yifan stands as well, glancing around. “What is it?”
“A Christmas tradition,” Chanyeol nods affirmatively as he reaches into the bottom of the box, pulling out a sealed box. He carefully pulls out what Yifan personally looks like a weed, as well as a tack, before he moves over to the entrance of the sitting room. The archway isn’t too tall for Chanyeol to reach up and pin the flower to the apex of it, and when he settles and grins up at it, he reaches out for Yifan to tug him over. “This,” he explains, looking quite excited, “is mistletoe.”
“Can we eat it?” is Yifan’s first question as he glances up at the little berries on the leaves.
“No,” Chanyeol sighs and hits Yifan’s shoulder lightly. “The Christmas tradition is that when two people stand under it, they have to kiss.”
“Why?” the demon asks, lowering his gaze down towards Chanyeol’s.
“I’m--” Chanyeol blinks, and then laughs. “I’m not really sure why, actually. Just that… well, that’s what you’re supposed to do.”
“Oh.” Yifan replies dumbly, glancing back up at the mistletoe. He contemplates it for a moment, then arches a brow and smiles a bit crookedly at the other, “you don’t need mistletoe to kiss me, Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol huffs, “It’s ‘Christmas magic’!”
“Ahhh,” Yifan nods, one of his arms winding around Chanyeol’s waist to pull him closer, the other letting out a soft noise of surprise. “Magic is something that I understand very well.”
“I figured,” Chanyeol snorts, sliding his hands over Yifan’s chest and then over his shoulders, lacing his fingers together at the base of Yifan’s neck.
Their faces inch closer together, teasing smiles in place as Yifan looks over Chanyeol’s features. Yifan tilts his head a little, golden eyes flickering from Chanyeol’s warm brown ones down to his perfect lips, “Does it cast a spell?”
Chanyeol clearly makes something up on the spot, “It binds us together forever.”
“That’s good,” Yifan hums, fingers pressing into the small of Chanyeol’s back to press their chests together, his breath ghosting over the other’s mouth warmly, “because I’ve got forever to have you.”
Chanyeol rolls his eyes and is about so say something snarky, Yifan knows it, so he silences the other with a kiss. Their lips slot together and their eyes fall shut and the fight leaves Chanyeol fairly quickly, as his fingers slide up into Yifan’s hair, angling the kiss better so their lips and tongues can slide together, slick warm and sensual. Yifan peppers slow, open-mouthed kisses over Chanyeol’s mouth before he seals the deal with a lingering kiss complete with a slight tug of Chanyeol’s lower lip and when they break Chanyeol’s cheeks are flushed and his eyes are positively glowing, a small smile curling over his slightly puffy lips.
The fingers in Yifan’s hair start gently carding through and Chanyeol is looking over Yifan’s features thoughtfully, before his gaze shifts over Yifan’s shoulder and looks out the window. His smile brightens and it’s all teeth and Yifan’s heart does a backflip in his chest--
“It’s snowing!” Chanyeol pulls away from Yifan to bound towards the window, pressing up against it and watching the fat white flakes fall from the grey sky.
Yifan chuckles and follows after him, looking out the window as well, watching his dead grounds get blanketed by pure white beauty. “We can get dressed and go out and play, if you want.”
Chanyeol doesn’t need to be told twice before he scampers up the stairs, headed towards the bedroom. Yifan follows at a more leisurely pace, glancing at the sitting room and how prettily decorated it is, before he heads up the stairs. Chanyeol is already mostly dressed in jeans and two sweaters, in the process of pulling on a wool hat and gloves, searching for his coat in the giant closet.
Yifan dresses slowly and not as elaborately, since… well, he doesn’t get cold, but he puts on a hat and gloves just for the heck of it. Chanyeol flashes a bright grin up at him and Yifan melts a little because he loves that smile too much to even comprehend, and shortly thereafter they’re both heading out the front of the house. Chanyeol hops down the steps of the front porch and then opens his arms up, windmilling around for a second before he does a spin, head tilting back and tongue out to catch snowflakes. From the safety of the porch Yifan watches, clearly wary of the white stuff falling from the sky -- Chanyeol won’t have any of that, though, as he calls out.
“It’s not going to hurt you,” and it’s a tease as Chanyeol smiles so huge his eye shrinks a little.
Yifan snorts, some purple smoke billowing from his nostrils, sparking and crackling as he waves it away with his hand. “I know it won’t.” He sounds like a five-year old arguing against its parent.
“So come on!” Chanyeol calls.
Grumbling a little, Yifan shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat, stepping down from the porch. He slips on the ice on the last step and flails a little, totally ungraceful in how his arms flap around to try and keep his balance. Chanyeol laughs outright and Yifan finds solid footing on the ground, eyes narrowed in a scowl. Chanyeol ambles over, boots crunching on the fresh snow, grabbing Yifan’s hand and tugging him out.
It doesn’t take much convincing to get Yifan to actually play, especially with the way Chanyeol is looking up at him, kind of like a dog when it wants to play fetch. Yifan gives in and they start chasing each other around, Chanyeol at first attempting to white-wash Yifan -- but when the snow melted before it even came into contact with Yifan’s face Chanyeol had paled and high-tailed it in an attempt to get away. Yifan’s gloved hands picked up way more snow than humanly possible and he captured Chanyeol and managed to get the majority of it shoved back down the back of Chanyeol’s jacket and two sweaters, causing the human to whine and shriek loudly and try to squirm away. It ends with them tumbling around in the snow, Chanyeol making futile attempts to push snow into Yifan’s face, the pair of them laughing and flushed as the snow falls around them.
Yifan calls it a shift the second Chanyeol’s teeth chatter, hauling up the slightly smaller man and tossing him over his shoulder. Chanyeol laughs and hits Yifan’s back weakly, and then laughs uncontrollably when Yifan slips on the step again, and once they’re inside and Chanyeol is set back on his feet they share a sweet, elated kiss full of chuckles and playful biting. Yifan starts stripping Chanyeol of his wet clothes, backing him up into the living room, uncaring for once of the mess of clothes and puddles he’s leaving behind on his polished hardwood floors. When Chanyeol is down to his boxers and on the couch Yifan strips himself of his clothes as well, laying out over the other and snuffling into his neck. Chanyeol’s arms wrap around Yifan’s frame and Yifan generates his body heat towards the man beneath him, feeling his skin heat up from the inside out.
They spend a few moments in silence, Yifan sharing his body heat and Chanyeol idly petting the other’s spine (and the appreciative purr rumbling from deep within Yifan’s chest is making the other smile like an idiot), and when their heart rates slow down and Chanyeol stops shivering, they both close their eyes and listen to the silence that only the season’s first snow can bring.
“Thank you,” Yifan mumbles against Chanyeol’s neck, lips brushing against the skin, “for doing this with me.”
He can hear the smile in Chanyeol’s voice, “Thank you. I haven’t decorated for Christmas in a long time.”
Ever curious but also ever respectful, Yifan doesn’t inquire further on the topic. He’s just happy that he and Chanyeol could have this experience together -- Chanyeol, the one teaching him something new every day about humanity and this crazy, beautiful world that humans plow through every day. The purr in his chest intensifies when Chanyeol’s fingers move up towards his hair, picking out some pine needles that Yifan had missed earlier, and as he smiles softly against Chanyeol’s skin, he feels content, and happy.
Christmas miracle, huh? he thinks.
Chanyeol has been a miracle since the day they met.
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Chanyeol
Summary: Chanyeol decides to help Yifan, resident dragon-demon, decorate his home for the holidays.
Notes: highlight to read. this is based off of an rp i currently have going. yifan is a dragon demon, the ruler of hell, who is slowly falling in love with a bumbling (cute) human. this is part of their story. written from a drabble prompt. i don't expect anyone to care about this but i needed fluffy krisyeol on my lj haha bye
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Christmas. Yifan has had one Christmas before, but the memories are really fuzzy -- as are most memories from before he died. So… it’s sort of like experiencing Christmas brand-new again, for the first time. His house doesn’t look too festive (it looks like it’s stuck in Halloween mode all the time, old and decrepit as it is) but the inside of it is slowly coming together. In the two months since he’s been back he’s managed to tidy it up a bit more; the living room now functions with cable and a flat screen as well as a few toys, the kitchen is fully repaired (there are doors on the cupboards now), and the sitting room is fully furnished.
The sitting room is where he is, currently, setting up the tree. He’d gone and cut it down himself, the green pine needles still fresh and healthy and making the entire first level of the mansion aromatic and sweet -- but getting it to rest upright in the stand was proving to be more difficult than he originally thought. He’s on the floor on his stomach, gloved fingers carefully working the screws into the sides of the tree trunk to try and get it as straight as possible. He crawls out and looks up, pine needles stuck in his hair, thick brows furrowing when the tree still leans stubbornly towards the window.
“It looks good,” Chanyeol suddenly appears in the doorway, cheeks flushed from the cold outside, eyes bright as he looks at Yifan’s handiwork.
Grumbling, Yifan brushes the pine needles off his clothes and from his hair as he stands, glaring at the tree. “It’s not straight.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Chanyeol shrugs as he comes in with a box full of goodies, setting it down by the tree. Yifan peers over his shoulder curiously at the jingling bells and sparkly decorations, and Chanyeol starts pulling things out. “I brought these-- some of them are leftover from my family…” he trails off, and Yifan doesn’t press; he gives Chanyeol’s shoulder a soft squeeze, kissing the side of the human’s head before straightening.
“They’ll look perfect,” he says. The smile he gets in return lets him know that was the right thing to say (even though Yifan isn’t sure if what he’s saying is ever the right thing to say), and soon enough he and Chanyeol are both reaching into the box, pulling out decorations and setting about filling up the pretty tree with all sorts of goodies.
Yifan’s side is heavy with decoration, but the dragon in him is making him grab everything shiny and pretty and lump it all together. Chanyeol’s side is meticulously decorated, each bulb and light having a specific place to go, and when they both step back to look at it, Chanyeol lets out a snort. Yifan scowls but Chanyeol doesn’t say anything -- he kisses Yifan’s cheek and then announces that tinsel needs to be sprinkled on the tree, which really, only means that Yifan is going to lump it onto every single branch. Somehow tinsel ends up in Chanyeol’s hair and Yifan pulls it out with a small chuckle, watching the way Chanyeol’s eyes reflect the colored lights strung up on the tree. The star is the final thing they add and they’re both tall so they both decide to put it up on the tree, ten joined fingers fidgeting and straightening it and making sure it’s upright. It ends up tipping towards the window with the tree and Yifan huffs but Chanyeol just laughs, saying something about it ‘adding character’.
With the tree decorated, they look through the box to find what else they can play with. Chanyeol pulls out a small Jesus in the Manger figurine set and Yifan arches a brow, reminded that this is a sacred holiday -- Chanyeol looks it over for a second, and then carefully wraps the figurines back up in the sparkly white tissue paper, setting it back in the box. Yifan isn’t sure exactly what that means, but he knows to be grateful. More digging reveals garland to hang on the banister of the staircase (Yifan complains that he likes to hold the rail when he goes up or down the steps and Chanyeol just calls him an old man while he winds the garland up and down the banister), and then little booklets of window stickers surface and Chanyeol gets really excited. They spend an excruciating amount of time turning Yifan’s sitting room windows into a winter wonderland, some window markers also coming into the mix and Yifan isn’t going to ask where Chanyeol got all of this stuff. He’s going to enjoy watching the way Chanyeol’s eyes light up when Yifan draws a juvenile snowman (it looks like a marshmallow) on a hill, he’s going to relish in Chanyeol’s deep laugh when a sticker gets static cling and refuses to part from Yifan’s forearm, and most of all, he’s going to enjoy the warm silence between them as they work on decorating a place that most people look at and run in the opposite direction.
The inside of his mansion feels warm and whole for the first time since he bought the place, and it’s all thanks to Chanyeol. Yifan has never decorated for Christmas before and now that he’s done it, he wants to do it year after year -- all with the human sitting next to him, who has a serene smile on his lips as his fingers smooth out stickers in the corners of the windows. Yifan’s gaze rests on Chanyeol for a few moments, watching his quiet concentration and just how… peaceful and happy he looks, and he can’t help but lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the other’s cheek, which gets leaned into as a soft chuckle follows.
“The tree and the windows are done, now there’s just one thing left,” Chanyeol says, rubbing his hands on his thighs to generate some warmth as he stands.
Yifan stands as well, glancing around. “What is it?”
“A Christmas tradition,” Chanyeol nods affirmatively as he reaches into the bottom of the box, pulling out a sealed box. He carefully pulls out what Yifan personally looks like a weed, as well as a tack, before he moves over to the entrance of the sitting room. The archway isn’t too tall for Chanyeol to reach up and pin the flower to the apex of it, and when he settles and grins up at it, he reaches out for Yifan to tug him over. “This,” he explains, looking quite excited, “is mistletoe.”
“Can we eat it?” is Yifan’s first question as he glances up at the little berries on the leaves.
“No,” Chanyeol sighs and hits Yifan’s shoulder lightly. “The Christmas tradition is that when two people stand under it, they have to kiss.”
“Why?” the demon asks, lowering his gaze down towards Chanyeol’s.
“I’m--” Chanyeol blinks, and then laughs. “I’m not really sure why, actually. Just that… well, that’s what you’re supposed to do.”
“Oh.” Yifan replies dumbly, glancing back up at the mistletoe. He contemplates it for a moment, then arches a brow and smiles a bit crookedly at the other, “you don’t need mistletoe to kiss me, Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol huffs, “It’s ‘Christmas magic’!”
“Ahhh,” Yifan nods, one of his arms winding around Chanyeol’s waist to pull him closer, the other letting out a soft noise of surprise. “Magic is something that I understand very well.”
“I figured,” Chanyeol snorts, sliding his hands over Yifan’s chest and then over his shoulders, lacing his fingers together at the base of Yifan’s neck.
Their faces inch closer together, teasing smiles in place as Yifan looks over Chanyeol’s features. Yifan tilts his head a little, golden eyes flickering from Chanyeol’s warm brown ones down to his perfect lips, “Does it cast a spell?”
Chanyeol clearly makes something up on the spot, “It binds us together forever.”
“That’s good,” Yifan hums, fingers pressing into the small of Chanyeol’s back to press their chests together, his breath ghosting over the other’s mouth warmly, “because I’ve got forever to have you.”
Chanyeol rolls his eyes and is about so say something snarky, Yifan knows it, so he silences the other with a kiss. Their lips slot together and their eyes fall shut and the fight leaves Chanyeol fairly quickly, as his fingers slide up into Yifan’s hair, angling the kiss better so their lips and tongues can slide together, slick warm and sensual. Yifan peppers slow, open-mouthed kisses over Chanyeol’s mouth before he seals the deal with a lingering kiss complete with a slight tug of Chanyeol’s lower lip and when they break Chanyeol’s cheeks are flushed and his eyes are positively glowing, a small smile curling over his slightly puffy lips.
The fingers in Yifan’s hair start gently carding through and Chanyeol is looking over Yifan’s features thoughtfully, before his gaze shifts over Yifan’s shoulder and looks out the window. His smile brightens and it’s all teeth and Yifan’s heart does a backflip in his chest--
“It’s snowing!” Chanyeol pulls away from Yifan to bound towards the window, pressing up against it and watching the fat white flakes fall from the grey sky.
Yifan chuckles and follows after him, looking out the window as well, watching his dead grounds get blanketed by pure white beauty. “We can get dressed and go out and play, if you want.”
Chanyeol doesn’t need to be told twice before he scampers up the stairs, headed towards the bedroom. Yifan follows at a more leisurely pace, glancing at the sitting room and how prettily decorated it is, before he heads up the stairs. Chanyeol is already mostly dressed in jeans and two sweaters, in the process of pulling on a wool hat and gloves, searching for his coat in the giant closet.
Yifan dresses slowly and not as elaborately, since… well, he doesn’t get cold, but he puts on a hat and gloves just for the heck of it. Chanyeol flashes a bright grin up at him and Yifan melts a little because he loves that smile too much to even comprehend, and shortly thereafter they’re both heading out the front of the house. Chanyeol hops down the steps of the front porch and then opens his arms up, windmilling around for a second before he does a spin, head tilting back and tongue out to catch snowflakes. From the safety of the porch Yifan watches, clearly wary of the white stuff falling from the sky -- Chanyeol won’t have any of that, though, as he calls out.
“It’s not going to hurt you,” and it’s a tease as Chanyeol smiles so huge his eye shrinks a little.
Yifan snorts, some purple smoke billowing from his nostrils, sparking and crackling as he waves it away with his hand. “I know it won’t.” He sounds like a five-year old arguing against its parent.
“So come on!” Chanyeol calls.
Grumbling a little, Yifan shoves his hands into the pockets of his coat, stepping down from the porch. He slips on the ice on the last step and flails a little, totally ungraceful in how his arms flap around to try and keep his balance. Chanyeol laughs outright and Yifan finds solid footing on the ground, eyes narrowed in a scowl. Chanyeol ambles over, boots crunching on the fresh snow, grabbing Yifan’s hand and tugging him out.
It doesn’t take much convincing to get Yifan to actually play, especially with the way Chanyeol is looking up at him, kind of like a dog when it wants to play fetch. Yifan gives in and they start chasing each other around, Chanyeol at first attempting to white-wash Yifan -- but when the snow melted before it even came into contact with Yifan’s face Chanyeol had paled and high-tailed it in an attempt to get away. Yifan’s gloved hands picked up way more snow than humanly possible and he captured Chanyeol and managed to get the majority of it shoved back down the back of Chanyeol’s jacket and two sweaters, causing the human to whine and shriek loudly and try to squirm away. It ends with them tumbling around in the snow, Chanyeol making futile attempts to push snow into Yifan’s face, the pair of them laughing and flushed as the snow falls around them.
Yifan calls it a shift the second Chanyeol’s teeth chatter, hauling up the slightly smaller man and tossing him over his shoulder. Chanyeol laughs and hits Yifan’s back weakly, and then laughs uncontrollably when Yifan slips on the step again, and once they’re inside and Chanyeol is set back on his feet they share a sweet, elated kiss full of chuckles and playful biting. Yifan starts stripping Chanyeol of his wet clothes, backing him up into the living room, uncaring for once of the mess of clothes and puddles he’s leaving behind on his polished hardwood floors. When Chanyeol is down to his boxers and on the couch Yifan strips himself of his clothes as well, laying out over the other and snuffling into his neck. Chanyeol’s arms wrap around Yifan’s frame and Yifan generates his body heat towards the man beneath him, feeling his skin heat up from the inside out.
They spend a few moments in silence, Yifan sharing his body heat and Chanyeol idly petting the other’s spine (and the appreciative purr rumbling from deep within Yifan’s chest is making the other smile like an idiot), and when their heart rates slow down and Chanyeol stops shivering, they both close their eyes and listen to the silence that only the season’s first snow can bring.
“Thank you,” Yifan mumbles against Chanyeol’s neck, lips brushing against the skin, “for doing this with me.”
He can hear the smile in Chanyeol’s voice, “Thank you. I haven’t decorated for Christmas in a long time.”
Ever curious but also ever respectful, Yifan doesn’t inquire further on the topic. He’s just happy that he and Chanyeol could have this experience together -- Chanyeol, the one teaching him something new every day about humanity and this crazy, beautiful world that humans plow through every day. The purr in his chest intensifies when Chanyeol’s fingers move up towards his hair, picking out some pine needles that Yifan had missed earlier, and as he smiles softly against Chanyeol’s skin, he feels content, and happy.
Christmas miracle, huh? he thinks.
Chanyeol has been a miracle since the day they met.
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