I Absolutely Love Your BTS Hogwarts! AUs. I'm Also Very Excited To Learn About What's Going To Happen

I absolutely love your BTS Hogwarts! AUs. I'm also very excited to learn about what's going to happen the OC Hogwarts one too. Jungkook and Arabella seem like a very good match, and I'm glad to see the friendship (romance) bubbling between Jimin and Vanessa. I assume that Yoongi is paired with Wren then? Anyways, I love your blog and your writing and I hope you update soon!

Wow! Thank you so much! I’m really happy that you like my Hogwarts au. It’s one of the very few things that my followers favor on my blog.

I’m sorry I haven’t been able to update it. I’ve been working on my Christmas prompt scenarios…I’ll have more time after New Years, so stay tuned! Thanks so much for reading!

And yes, you will start seeing development with Wren and Yoongi soon.

I imagine Hoseok is the kind of boyfriend whose favorite part of Christmas is dancing with you to romantic Christmas songs while it snows and Christmas lights are reflected off of the windows

Santa's Present | Jungkook

Summary line: Christmas prompt #17: Character A has to dress up as Santa for Christmas

Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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Man, this suit is about as itchy as having fleas. Jungkook resists the urge to scratch his neck. The over-washed collar on this Santa suit is no longer the soft fake fur as it originally has been. This is what you get when you sign up to be a mall Santa for extra money. Jungkook thinks about he’s going to get revenge on his friend and vet, Seokjin, who was the one who suggested the short term job.

He’s not sure what’s worse though: wearing this suit for nothing, or the fact that he’s bored to death. He’s been sitting on Santa’s throne for almost his whole shift already, and only two kids came to visit him. It’s like children no longer enjoy the childish myth that makes children starry-eyed every winter. It makes Jungkook feel bad that children no longer anticipate sounds coming down from their chimney every Christmas Eve. No one leaves any milk and cookies by the Christmas tree or fireplace. If Santa is real, he’d be so disappointed.

As he mulls over Santa’s existence, you’re watching the area from the second floor, sipping on your coffee. You’ve been leaning on the railing for quite some time now; watching Santa twiddling his thumbs for a while, and the elf standing by the cashier texting away on his phone. You feel bad that you haven’t seen any kid come around to even look at the bearded man in a white suit sitting on a red and gold plush chair.

The Christmas tree behind him is stacked up higher than the second floor, decked out in white lights and red and gold ornaments. Christmas lights are hanging from the ceiling in rows. Wreaths hang on every column. Everything is so festive and everyone is bustling to get their last minute Christmas gift shopping. Christmas music is playing through the whole mall. A waft of sweet peppermint floats in the air, but that could be your peppermint mocha.

The Christmas spirit feels like it’s everywhere in this mall except for Santa’s little area. You pout as you lower your head to rest on your arm that’s resting on the railing. You think that Santa and that elf are the only ones in this mall who doesn’t seem like they have the Christmas spirit.

Hey, you can take a picture with Santa! Make an old man happy, Y/N! …I’m so glad I didn’t say that out loud… You straighten up and make your choice.

You make the slow descend down to the escalator. The elf straightens up at your presence, “Hi, would you like to visit Santa?” Santa looks up and you can tell there’s a young face behind that white beard and round glasses.

“Uh, y-yeah.” You don’t know why you feel hesitant now for seeing Santa. It’s not like it’s a bad idea still. The guy could still use some holiday spirit.

“Great, come on in. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” as you step past the gate.

“Alright Y/N. You can go over to Santa and I’ll get the camera ready.” The elf smiles at you and gestures the red carpet for you.

You smile back and make your way to Santa.

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” Santa exclaims and a grin surfaces on his face.

“Hi Santa.” You give a little wave.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Y/N.”

“That’s a beautiful name, Y/N…Um,” Santa drops his cheery voice for a second and leans in to you, “This might sound a bit inappropriate given our age, but it’s a part of my job. I’m not trying to be creepy.”

He clears his throat and leans back and starts with his cheery voice again, “Have you been a good girl this year?”

You throw your head back in laughter, “Yes, Santa. I’ve been a good girl.”

“I knew it. Who else would visit Santa while everyone else is so busy?” He snaps his fingers. You smile, “I could just be someone who’s not as busy. As you can see, I’ve finished my shopping.”

“That’s true. But I’m certain your name is on my nice list anyhow.” He whips out a paper styled like parchment scroll. You glance over to see three names on it. This is simply a headcount of how many people has visited him.

“Yup. Y/N. There you are! One of the top three.” He taps your name on his “Nice list”. You giggle.

He gestures you to sit on his arm rest when he sees the elf loading up the Polaroid.

“So, what would you like for Christmas, Y/N?” He asks.

“Mm…a dog. I moved out of my family’s house in September, so I would like a companion at home.” You say when you sit by his side. You see Santa shift in his seat, “Oh yeah? What kind of dog?”

“Well, I know I can’t have a wolf, since they’re not really meant to be house pets, so the next best thing would be a husky, I guess.” Santa laughs.

“Yeah, wolves aren’t always tame, depends on the wolf you stumble upon, but for sure they can make wonderful companions. I’ll tell you a secret. I’ve met a couple of wolves once when I was out delivering presents. If you want a wolf to come close, sit down on the ground, and hold your palms out in front of you. Be very calm and you need to make him feel that you mean no harm.” He stretches out his arms as an example. You raise your eyebrows, “Really? Is that how you were able to make it out alive?”

“Oh yeah. There were six of them. All nice male wolves. They go on my nice list too.” You laugh at his little joke. He gestures at the camera and you lean closer to Santa and smile.

Click!

Santa turns to the other side of his chair and drags out a large red bag that supposedly keeps of all Santa’s gifts.

“Well, Y/N,” Santa fishes through his bag before he takes out a little stuffed husky for you, “If there’s one thing I can do tonight, it’s to grant your wish.”

“I’m a lucky girl.” You smile and take the stuffed animal, “Thank you, Santa.”

“Have a wonderful Christmas, Y/N.” Santa looks up at you and smiles so wide, you can see bright white teeth behind his beard.

“Thank you, Santa. You too.” You smile as the elf comes over to hand you your polaroid.

You look at the stuffed husky and smile. Of all the stuffed dogs he could have in his bag.

Not long after you left, the alarm clock on the elf’s desk rang to signal that their shift is over. A new Santa is already in the bathroom, waiting for Jungkook to go in and make the switch with him. Jungkook bolts to get rid of the suit, beard, and glasses. He comes out of the bathroom a new man and begins to sniff.

When you leaned in close to take the picture, he got a good whiff of your scent. You left not even 10 minutes ago, your scent is still trackable to him.

When he said he could grant your wish tonight, he wasn’t just talking about the stuffed husky…

You return home with your shopping bags and shake off the excess snow off your shoulders and your hat. You unwrap your scarf and take off your coat to match your clothes to the warmer temperature of your home.

Your home happens to be one with a fireplace so you take advantage of it and start a fire. You turn on your Christmas lights and Christmas tree, feeling the Christmas in your home again. Since you’re alone, you decide to put on some Christmas music to bring out some liveliness in your home.

You make your hot chocolate, and there’s a window in your kitchen. From your peripheral, you see snow on the hill nearby being disturbed by something running and sliding in the dark. You finish pouring your hot chocolate and take a sip. You look up and almost drop your cup. You would have but the moment the hot chocolate touched your skin, you react to it and put your cup down.

Across a blanket of snow from the side of your home, you see two glowing eyes in the dark. Was that what was running in the snow? You quickly walk over to the back door and turn on the outside light. There it is. A large dark brown wolf is standing right outside your territory. You two lock stares as you observe the wolf.

When you say large, you really do mean large. If it stood up on its hind legs, it’d probably be over six feet. Now you haven’t seen a wolf in real life before, but the wolf looks so fluffy, you really want to pet it. You take a deep breath as it slowly moves. Its eyes are still trained on you as it makes its way closer to your back porch.

If you want a wolf to come close…

You clench your teeth. Oh, that Santa is crazy. But you’re just as crazy. Because you’re slowly opening the door and poking your head out.

“H-hi there, uh, wolfie.” You stutter. The wolf huffs like it’s laughing and it takes the mildest step closer. You can’t be sure, but you feel like it’s moving slow so it doesn’t scare you.

“If I die, I’m haunting Santa and the North Pole for the rest of my life.” You mumble to yourself. The wolf’s ears twitch and you almost see a tug on the corner of the wolf’s mouth.

You open your door wider and slowly lower yourself down until you’re sitting down on the inside of the back door entrance.

Your arms stretch out hesitantly and your palms face out, just as Santa taught you. The wolf makes a slow trot towards you, but when you whimper, it pauses. Its head lowers like a little bow as it makes slower steps towards you.

Your heart beats faster as it closes in on you. Its height on all fours is taller than you sitting down. Its head is so big, it could probably chew off half your head right now. Your breath shakes as its nose first gently nudges your fingers and then it puts its muzzle into your hand, smelling your hand. Then it starts licking the hot chocolate off your hand.

You let out a surprised laugh as you move your hand away from its tongue and slowly move your hand upward to pet it head in between its ears.

“You’re so soft. And so cute.”

It huffs at your word choice and you laugh, “I’m sorry. Uh, cool?” It seems to like that because it presses its head closer into your hand.

After petting it awhile, you shiver because all the cold air outside is being let in. The wolf nudges your legs to get up and go in, and it walks inside with you. You back up against your kitchen counter. You can’t believe you actually have a wolf in your home right now. The wolf whips its tail on your back door and it closes. Apparently the wolf isn’t leaving anytime soon.

“Uh. W-would you like some water? I, uh, don’t have any dog food or rare meat…I can only satisfy your thirst right now.” The wolf’s ears perk up and snorts.

You grab a wide bowl from your shelf and fill it up with water. You put it on the ground and it comes over to take a drink. You walk backwards slowly and it looks up and tilts its head like it’s asking, why are you still afraid?

“Uh, um. Do you have a name? No, that’s silly. Of course you don’t have a name. You’re a wild animal.” It only stares at you.

“Um, I’m going to call you…Santa. For now!” You hold your hands up when you see the wolf huffing.

You take your cup of hot chocolate that is still on the counter, still warm enough, and you walk over to sit on your couch. You bring your legs up on the couch and tuck it under you. Santa follows you and sits on the floor close to you. You smile and you’re not so afraid to reach out to pet it anymore.

“You know why I’m calling you Santa? Because today, I went to the mall. During Christmas, malls deck out with the whole Christmas theme, and there are these mall Santas that sit in the center so kids can come to visit Santa, and you know, get into the spirit of Christmas. But lately, kids aren’t really excited to see him anymore. It’s so sad. I was watching the Santa sit there for a while, and he and his elf looked so bored. I decided to visit him, you know, so he won’t feel bored or that he won’t feel wasted at his job.” Santa shifts as it listens to your story. It lowers its head to rest on your couch and you continue to pet Santa.

“So I go down to see him. He was a lot younger than I expected. Like a lot younger. I thought I was going to be visiting an old man Santa, but no. This guy is probably my age. To be honest, I felt a little nervous, I don’t know. You know how those movies are, like you go to a store or the pizza guy delivers, but you don’t expect the person to be so young and attractive. It kind of stuns you for a second.” You swear you can see a wolfish smirk on Santa.

“I mean, he’s wearing an old beard and glasses so I can’t really see him, but he had really nice teeth when he smiles. Kinda wish I could have seen what he looks like. His voice is really nice too. But anyways,” For some reason, you feel embarrassed to tell this to Santa, even though he doesn’t know.

“so we take a picture and talk. I was right, he only had like three names on the visit list, he named it the ‘nice list’, and I’m one of them. I’m so happy I made the decision to talk to him. It’s like doing a nice deed. If there really is a Santa, I’m sure on his nice list now. You know why? Because I told the mall Santa that I wanted a dog for Christmas. And here you are! Well, you’re dog species, but you’re a wolf. I told Santa I would prefer a wolf, but you guys aren’t really house pets…” You tilt your head to look at Santa and it perks its head up a little to meet your gaze.

“Eh, what do I know? You’re pretty tame right now.” Santa relaxes its head back down.

“By the way, are you a guy or a girl?” You wonder out loud. You bend down to check but it backs up with an embarrassed huff.

“What? You’re a wolf, how else am I supposed to find out? Come on.” You put down your cup and get off the couch to sit down in front of the wolf. You start petting its side and rubbing its belly. It momentarily forgets and drops down on the floor to roll over. Its mouth opens up and its tongue sticks out like a silly dog.

“Mm, you’re a guy.” You observe nonchalantly. Santa instantly rolls over to sit up and pushes his head to hit your forehead.

“Ow, hey. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Obviously.” You pet him, trying to soothe him.

Santa huffs and walks away from you. He hops on the couch and lies down.

“Geez, you take up more than half of my couch.” You whine, getting up. You use your feet to nudge his head to move. He growls, which makes you freeze, but he shifts to let you sit down with more space so you figure he’s okay.

When you’re comfortable on the couch, he moves again and now his head rests on your lap. You slowly pet his head.

“Oh, and you know what that Santa got me? I told him, that the next best dog to a wolf would be a husky. So he gave me this.” Your hand moves to the side of the couch where you bag rests and you bring it up to take out the stuffed husky. Santa’s eyes move back and forth as you dangle it in front of him.

You take it away from him and hold it closer to you as you look at it, “It’s really cool and sweet that he could find it in his bag.” You smile.

Santa gets up to put his front legs over your lap and now he nuzzles his head against your tummy.

You two lay there for the rest of the night.

In the morning, you wake up sore from sleeping in your position all night, but when you open your eyes, there’s no more Santa. You sit up and look over to the back door. It’s closed, no Santa in sight.

You frown and scratch the back of your head, wondering if it was all a dream. But you see the bowl you put out for Santa last night still on the floor. It wasn’t a dream.

You rush to get up and get ready.

You run into the mall to the Santa area and see your Santa again.

“Santa!” You wave your arms. Santa turns his head to look at you and grins. He waves back and gets up from his seat. He goes over to the elf and says something before walking over to you on the other side of the fence. He takes off his glasses and pulls his beard down and now you can finally see his face. And what a beautiful face that is.

“Y/N.” He grins. You can finally see his whole smile.

“I met one. Last night! He was standing at the back of my house and I did what you taught me. He came into my house and sat on my couch! It was absolutely crazy!” Jungkook laughs as you recall your memories.

“I told you I’d grant your wish.” He grins.

“Yeah…but he left this morning. I didn’t even see him go. Like some sort of wolfish one night stand.” You huff. You see him raise his eyebrows, “Uh, I’m sorry. Poor choice of words.”

“No, it’s fine. I think your choice of words are great.” He chuckles as if he’s recalling something, “Maybe he’ll come back next year. Like your annual wolf or something.” You smile and agree, “One can only hope.”

“My shift just started not long ago, so I’ve got a good couple hours here. But when I’m done, do you want to get some coffee? You can tell me more about that wolf.” You smile at his date proposal.

“Sure. I’ll see you then.”

“We’ll meet at the food court at 6, then.” You nod and turn away but he grabs your hand to pull you back.

“By the way, did you name the wolf?”

“Uh…well, I felt like you really granted me the wish, so I named him Santa. I would have named him after you, but I only know you as Santa.” You blush and look down.

He leans in closer and whispers in your ear, “My name is Jungkook. But don’t change his name. I bet he really likes it.”

Candy Cane | Mafia!Namjoon

Summary line: Christmas Prompt #19: Character A doesn’t feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud.

Namjoon | Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

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(edit: Because I have a very clear idea of his home in my head, I decided to create it. The links you see as you read (just 3) will give you the perspective. Click it if you want, but if you choose to see his home with your own imagination, just don’t click on the link. The people you see in the room are supposed to be y/n and Namjoon, but it’s just a stand in so you know where the person is looking at.)

Namjoon sighs as he finally returns home after countless nights in the administration office. He’s pretty sure that a bit of cocaine powder is still on the underside of his black leather shoes and dried blood underneath his fingertips. He’s dead tired, but he’s still a clean man, so God forbid he walks into his home with cocaine powder.

He wipes his shoes down on his white welcome mat that contrasts against the black tiles of his entryway. It’s not really used to welcome people as much as it’s to disguise cocaine powder. The white mat is perfect disguise to hide the powder. But he’ll still have to wash it tomorrow.

He walks over to his fridge to check for any food. He has expired raw meat and old vegetables. He can still eat the vegetables, but he never had, and never will have, a meal without meat. He’ll go to the store and cook tomorrow on his day off; he’s too damn tired to cook now and there are no microwavables. Food delivery should be good enough tonight.

He loosens his tie and gets ready for a bath. He strips away all his clothing and relaxes himself into the tub. He looks at his own finger nails and starts to dig out the dried blood of his enemies as he meditates on his actions today in silence.

You know, maybe the screwdriver was a bit much. A bullet next time? Nah. The guy deserved it. A bullet is too fast, too simple. In light of Christmas, I should give it a little more oomph. Namjoon chuckles at himself at his twisted way to “celebrate” Christmas. There’s no Christmas. Never was, never will.

In these days, people come home to Christmas lights, trees, presents, and milk and cookies.

He’s a minimalist who doesn’t celebrate Christmas. Other than the lights already installed into his walls, there’s no other lighting in his home, if he can even truly call this a home.

Christmas trees are dirty and difficult to manage.

And that decorating crap? Forget that.

He doesn’t need gifts. He just takes what he wants. Those aren’t gifts; although, his victims offer to him what he wants on a silver platter because they don’t want to die. So, does that count?

He doesn’t give gifts to anyone. The closest people in his life are his boys, and his gift to them every night is not shooting them. He’s been more than merciful, benevolent, and generous by that alone; he doesn’t need Christmas to prove that.

He doesn’t believe in God or Jesus, so what’s the point for him to celebrate Christmas. He’s not the feeling type to spend “quality time” with anyone so why celebrate with or for anyone? There’s nothing to celebrate. It’s just another day.

All these list off in his head as reason why he shouldn’t celebrate Christmas, as if reminding himself he doesn’t want to.

But irony decides to greet him tonight, accompanied with obnoxious persistence.

By his fourth finger he cleans, music begins to play. But not in his home. And even if he were to play music, it’s definitely not this damn noise.

Christmas music? Christmas carols? You’ve got to be fucking kidding. He rolls his eyes as he looks above to the ceiling.

And in the bathroom too? I hope you slip and fall when you try to dance in your shower.

The phone rings and he calls out to his technologically-advanced home to answer the call. He tries to yell over the music, “Turn that fucking noise down!”

“Boss?” He hears Hoseok clear his throat.

“What?” He growls, glaring at the ceiling when the music does not desist.

“I’m coming by to hand you the package. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” Namjoon looks at himself soaking in the tub.

“You make that an hour.” He commands.

“Okay? I’ll be there in an hour.” Hoseok is about to hang up, “Oh, and doesn’t your neighbor know your rules?”

“Apparently he forgot.” He rolls his eyes. He thinks the music just got louder as it changed from one song to the next.

“God damn it. I can’t take this anymore. I’m going to remind him.”

“Killing him isn’t reminding him. That’s just ending the poor bastard’s life. Come on, in the spirit of Christmas, let him live.” Hoseok laughs. Namjoon rolls his eyes. If any of his boys could be close to holiday person, it would be Hoseok.

“Poor bastard? He should have seen this coming. I’m the poor bastard who has to deal with shit people who don’t listen. Christmas, or any holiday for that matter, is never a reason for leniency.” Namjoon hangs up with a growl. He clenches his teeth when he looks at his tub that’s filled to the brim. Damn water is wasted on this idiot.

He gets up and drains the water. He dries himself out and quickly puts on some clothing. He stomps around his house to his drawer and roughly pulls it out. There’s a mass of choice weapons. Bronze knuckles, guns of all types, knives, daggers. Namjoon looks at all of them and then at his hands.

He’s angry enough. He can probably finish the “discussion” with his bare hands.

Every step is heavy as he makes his way one floor above him. He memorized the residence number above his place. And if that isn’t enough, the music is louder up here.

He clenches his teeth and groans. When the man opens that door, the music is going to amplify by ten-fold. He pounds on the door and steps back, wishing that the space would become a sound barrier, but he knows it won’t.

When the door opens, it’s not the scrawny man he’s expecting, it’s you. And you is dressed in a short silky red robe and he can see a bit of a silky white night slip underneath. Your hair is slightly tussled, half-dried, and pushed to one side to reveal your neck. Why, the closest he’ll get to Christmas spirit is to compare you to a candy cane. What a delicious candy cane. But also here at the wrong place and wrong time.

“Where’s Yeonseok?” He asks you with gritted teeth. You’re not the one he’s looking for, but damn, he wished he was.

“Sorry? Um, I’m new. Are you looking for the previous owner?” You ask politely. You’re a new resident? And he wasn’t notified by the property manager or you? He thought he had an understanding with the property manager. Anyone who moves above, below, left, right, front or back of his home, he is to be notified so he can make discuss his rules with them. Looks like he’s going to have many tedious conversations tonight.

“I live below you. Didn’t the property manager tell you that if you move in within my area, you need to answer to me first?” He asks. You sense something tense about him, but you don’t recognize it as intimidation. Just a grumpy man who has a really rigid structure.

“Yes, I am aware. But I’ve been here for three weeks now, and I try to come down every hour I’m home. I haven’t been able to catch you. I am aware that you have strict rules, and I’m willing to discuss them with you. It’s just always been bad timing.” You explain yourself. With a rigid structure, you’re pretty sure he’s not an excuse kind of guy. But you also hope he’s reasonable enough to recognize the difference between excuses and reason.

He sighs and steps in. He leans in close to you, “Turn off that music and come with me. We have a few things to discuss.” You shiver and he smirks at his effect on you. But he’s mistaken; it’s just the draft he’s creating in the entrance of your home. You go and turn off your music.

“Let me change first, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“No. Come now.” Besides, he doesn’t mind you dressed like this. Not at all.

“I can’t go into another man’s home dressed like this.”

“You open the door to your own home dressed like that. Now, you can wear whatever you like in your own home, but you're lucky someone with more restraint and respect knocked on your door. Now come along. No one’s going to eat you tonight. Unless you want me to.” You wrinkle your nose in disgust but he’s already out of sight, expecting you to follow him. You sigh and slip on the easiest shoe you’ve got.

You follow him down with your arms crossed over your chest the whole time.

You enter into his home and see that everything is just black and white with minimalist furniture. He sits at the center of his couch. He crosses his leg halfway over his other one and spreads his arm to the back of his couch. You’re not about to sit next to him when his arm is spread like that, but you really don’t want to stand in front him like this. You opt to his kitchen counter and lean against it with your arms still crossed.

“You’re not allowed to have parties, music, or loud animals into your home. Wear socks at all times so I don’t hear you walking around. Your media volumes are never to go above 40%. Don’t sing. Don’t dance. I don’t think I have to tell you this, since it’s basic home care, but if there’s anything wrong with your home, fix it automatically. A floor creek, a wall crack, plumbing issues, all of that. I don’t need those noisy issues disturbing me. You better not have a squeaky bed. Oh, and don’t you dare have sex. Find a guy who’ll take you back to his place. Your standards must be high enough to find someone who’s not living in his mother’s basement, right?” You uncross your arms in disbelief and your jaw drops.

“Are you going to pay my rent? Are you my boss? Are you going to pay for any of my losses or things I would have to fix if any of these issues cost money? If not, I don’t see why I would have to comply with any part of this deal based on your preferences. I can tell you’re a guy who likes his silence, and that’s fine, but these are unreasonable.”

“Did I ever say this was a deal? No. This are simply rules. If you don’t like it, move.”

“No, I like it here. It’s been just fine for the past three weeks. And besides, evident through the fact that I couldn’t even find you for three weeks, you’re rarely home. I’m not going to tiptoe around my home for someone else’s unreasonable demands, especially for that someone who isn’t even home.”

“How’s this offer? If you comply, I will not kill you.”

You raise an eyebrow and roll your eyes, “You don’t scare me. I’ve been through a lot. Even dressed like this, you won’t even get to touch me.”

“Is that a challenge?” He smirks. You glare him down, “No. It’s not. Don’t even try.”

He shrugs but his obnoxious smirk won’t wipe off his face.

“If we can’t agree, then you’re going to have to move.”

“I’m not moving because we can’t agree!” You throw your hands in the air.

“Then you’re going to have to agree if you stay.”

“I’m not going to agree to anything with you.” He sighs and throws his head back in frustration. There’s really only A or B with him. Why can’t you see that? Does he really need to go to C?

“Look. I’ll agree to reasonable home care, and that is it. I’m going to sing, I’m going to dance. I’m going to play all my damn music however I want. Here’s how I can meet you halfway. I can tell you early on if I’m going to have company. My family is visiting for the holidays, so for at least a week, I’m going to have company. I’m planning to get a cat, so at least it’s not a loud animal. I already don’t have a squeaky bed. I’m not going to wear socks at all times based on your request because I walk lightly enough. Besides, didn't you just say I'm allowed to wear whatever I want at home? A-and that sex thing? It’s not going to happen, so don’t worry. At least not for a while.”

Namjoon studies you for a bit and then turns presses his lips downward, “Nah. No. Not good enough. Don’t sing, don’t dance, and no music. Get your family to stay somewhere else. Wear your socks because safe than sorry. I’m allergic to cats, so no.”

“You’re ridiculous! Did the previous guy leave because he couldn’t keep up with your demands either? Are there anyone who lives around you anymore, you lonely and rigid soul?!” He glares at you for so long and so hard you look down and apologize quietly.

“You are never allowed to speak to me like that again, you understand?” He threatens lowly. It’s the first time that you agree with him as you slowly nod.

You two don’t speak for a while.

“Now.” He begins again, just as low and threateningly, “Are you going to listen to what I have to say?” you clench your teeth but make no other move.

He takes that as affirmative so he begins to speak, “Get. Your family. Elsewhere. Carpet your floor so you can avoid wearing socks if it’s really that much of an inconvenience.”

Your eye twitches. How is that any less of an inconvenience?

“Don’t sing, dance, play music, or any loud sounds above 40%, or I will swear to fuck, that you will regret it. Do you understand?”

You clench you hand and look at him, “I apologized for my behavior already. Just because that was wrong of me does not mean I’m going to magically cooperate. I want to do what I want to do in the comfort of my own home. We don’t know each other. It’s unreasonable for either of us to meet such demands to accommodate one another. So no.”

He gets up so fast, you jump. He quickly makes his way to you and traps you against the counter between his arms.

“I’ve been very patient and cordial with you longer than I have with anyone for the past 15 years.” You raise an eyebrow and look him up and down. He can’t possibly be past his 20’s, “Yeah, well I wouldn’t have known that. I’m so sorry. That really changes my decision since you’ve shown such manners. Oh, wait. No, it doesn’t.”

He has his hand around your throat before you blink and tightens his hold on you, “I have no qualms killing a woman. Believe me.”

You quickly take your elbow and jam it into the inside of his arm, making him drop his hold on you, and you push him away.

“I said. You. Don’t. Touch. Me.” You glare at him. For the first time tonight, he wears a different expression on his face other than anger, frustration, or lust. It’s amusement.

“You know, you’re about as threatening as a baby rabbit. Ah, no, no. That’s too much credit. An ant. You’re about as threatening as an ant.”

You glare at him and he shrugs in amusement. The phone rings and he takes out his phone to answer it. He’s not about to have his mafia business be heard over by some candy cane.

“I’m here boss.” Hoseok says.

“Come back tomorrow. I’m taking care of my neighbor.” He watches you cross your arms.

“That’s still not over? Do you need a clean-up crew?”

“No, it’s fine. Just go.” He hangs up.

“It looks like we aren’t going to come to an agreement here.” You purse your lips together.

“Doesn’t look that way.” You two have a stare-down.

“Look,” He starts, “See if there’s another empty space in this building. One that’s not around me and we can avoid the mess. At least you don’t have to move out of the building.”

“You’re no different from a spoiled brat. You need to understand that you can’t have people doing what you want all the time!” You unfold your arms, “Especially strangers. You give me no reason to listen to you.” He sighs and walks away. You hear a drawer opening and slamming closed. He comes back with a gun and he’s twisting on a silencer.

You clench your teeth and fists.

He stands in front of you and points it point blank at your nose.

“Move, agree, or die. There is no door four. Personally, I’d choose door one or two.”

You make no move and he tilts his head. You must have really gone through something bad for you to not show fear, not in your eyes or in the air around you.

“I’ll move to somewhere else in this building. You rude piece of -.” You bite back your last words. You make your decision based on rationale that this is going nowhere. You’re not afraid of his gun, but it’s your self-preservation instincts. So, this is the only time you will ever let it go. You hate letting him think he’s won. You really, really do.

He smiles distortedly and presses his gun at your nose and points it upward so you look like a pig.

He sighs inwardly. You’re still a candy cane.

“It’s okay. Self-preservation is only human. I don’t blame you. I’ve seen a lot of people give in for that reason. But I’ll give you more credit because you’re not nearly as cowardly.” He chuckles. But he’s still mocking you by pushing your nose with his gun.

You dare to push his gun away and shock almost surfaces to his expression.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Grinch.” You cross your arms and walk out of his apartment. He has his eyebrows raised in full amusement.

He realizes a couple things.

One, you two never exchanged names.

Two, he really wants a candy cane right now. And he’s probably going to start liking them as the only sweets he’ll eat in his life. And that sucks because it’s only going to sell seasonally.

And three. Damn. He likes you. He really likes you.

And that is the story of how Kim Namjoon, a mafia boss, gets the closest he’ll ever get to Christmas spirit.

Sequel Scenario: Peppermint Bark

I imagine Jungkook is the kind of boyfriend who chases you around your home for more than just a kiss

I love your writing!! Don't be so hard on yourself ♡

:) You’re very very sweet. Thank you. I enjoy writing and I’m happy with the things I actually wrote. I just wished I worked harder so I can deliver to you what I intended and you could enjoy even more.

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