I Imagine Taehyung Is The Kind Of Boyfriend Whose Favorite Part Of Christmas Is Attending A Christmas

I imagine Taehyung is the kind of boyfriend whose favorite part of Christmas is attending a Christmas countdown party with you and kisses you at the stroke of midnight

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.

Blog Announcement | 2016 Winter Stars

So…my specific word was “try” to write 3 scenarios per person…forgive me, I’ve only written 3 Hoseoks, 3 Yoongis, and 1 Seokjin as I write this announcement and queue it up. My daily goals were not met, and that is my fault. I should have given myself more time or worked harder this week…

So what I’ve chosen to do, of the seven that I’ve done so far, I’m going to change four of the scenarios’ member so each member gets one scenario. All the prompts and choice of member are all assigned by me, so I can change it as I please.

I’m really upset with myself because I really liked how I’ve written Yoongi and Hoseok in some of their extra scenarios. The character is not typical for them, and now since I’m spreading out the scenarios for each member, the person is changed. The member will fit the scenarios now, as did Hoseok and Yoongi previously, it’s just not nearly as fun for me because you don’t get to see the same angle I intended. I really wish you can read it as its original. But it is my fault for not writing all 21 scenarios for you guys, and I’m sorry I can’t deliver what I promised.

I didn’t actually get any feedback/requests on my Christmas present to you guys, but that shouldn’t matter. I should deliver what I said I would, and I didn’t. That’s on me. Despite the lack of expectations, it’s my responsibility to give you what I should have anyway.

I really hope you guys will still enjoy what I’ve written. Despite it not being the original member, I’m still satisfied with my plots. It’s less than my own expectations because of the character change, but the quality for you to enjoy is there. The plot doesn’t lack for you guys even if I change the characters, in fact, the personalities are even more fit than the original member. Even though I failed you, please give my scenarios a chance. It’s all I can offer.

The Tail of Good Deeds | Jimin

Summary Prompt: Christmas Prompt #9: Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger during the Christmas time. Character B is that stranger

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

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Your tail flicks furiously as you ascend higher towards the ocean surface. Your dark red mermaid tail shimmers with a metallic-like sheen because of the sunlight breaking into the euphotic zone of the ocean. You’re on your way to use your human legs for the first time ever.

Seven months ago, you’ve reached mermaid maturation. At the age of mermaid maturation, a mermaid finally has the capability to change into a human. It takes about 60 years, a fifth of a mermaid’s lifespan, because it’s at this age that you can resist “reckless curiosity” that could potentially make humans catch on to your species identity. Even so, you’re still really young; you’re considered at your prime. It is also at this age where a mermaid will finally choose something to do that will contribute to the merpeople society. It’s no secret to your family, friends, and all creatures of the deep nearby of your interest in humans, and for that, you’ve chosen to study humans.

With your passion for human studies and your ability to change into a human, you’ve decided that your first expedition will also be the first time you choose to walk on your human legs during one of the human’s most festive holidays ever, Christmas.

You’re not too sure what the holiday is all about, since it is a human holiday after all, and you’ve only started on human studies seven months ago. But you have observed many people feeling happy during this holiday, so it makes you happy too. You’ve decided, that whatever this holiday is about, it will be your favorite human holiday. People are practically celebrating from a week to a whole month because this holiday, and the next year’s holiday are almost back-to-back. It’s why you chose to do an ethnographic study of the Christmas holiday to experience the joy yourself.

Your head comes up above water and you are already shivering from the gust of cool winter air. As soon as your neck hits the air, your gill openings close into your skin and smoothen out. You take a deep breath through your mouth and nose and your human lungs activate.

You glide your way to the rocks and look around to see no one. You put your hands and arms on the rocks and slowly hoist yourself up through your upper body strength. The golden scales over your breasts glisten in the sunlight and you can see the lovely light refractions onto the rocks. You smile to yourself as you slowly bring yourself up higher.

“S-so cold.” You stutter to yourself as the ocean breeze hits your entire upper body.

You’re finally high enough to turn your body around to sit on the rock. You move your tail up to tuck next to you as you fish around the rocks for some of your human essentials you gathered and put up here much earlier in the year. Inside, you find a dry towel and human clothes.

You remove all your mermaid accessories from your hair and comb your hair with your fingers. You wrap the towel around yourself and you sigh in content. The towel is fluffy and has been baking under the sun for quite some time now. It’s so warm.

As soon as your upper body is dry enough, you start wiping yourself down. Your golden scales are harmlessly flaking off like dead cells and you recognize the human anatomy. You look over to your tail. An indent is already formed in the middle of your tail, and your fin has shrunk down to human feet size. You tilt your head as you observe it slowly changing. In good time, the fin has disappeared. You wipe away the rest of the flaky dark red scales on your human legs and you now have beautiful and smooth human legs tucked underneath you. You stretch out your legs in every way imaginable and wiggle your toes, giggling as you do so.

You quickly take out your clothes. With a bit of a struggle, you put on human garments for the first time. It feels so constricting, considering that you don’t wear clothes as a mermaid, but this is human culture and without this, you will be cold because of the weather up here. You stuff your towel into your seaweed sack.

Here comes the big feat: standing up. You perch your hands on the rocks as you lift you upper body. You haven’t used your legs to support your weight yet, but you bend your knees closer to you and allow your feet firmly planted on the floor now. You bounce up and down for a little bit to feel your weight shifting from being supported by your feet to your hands until you give more responsibility to your legs. You stand for a good minute or two without help from your hands. You finally make your way to shore.

When you get there, you leave the beach and look at both sides of the road. Many cars are turning into some sort of plaza or shopping center. That will be your first destination.

You observe the order in whose turn it is to cross the road or drive and manage to get to your destination unscathed.

You choose to enter into a shop you see has the most people. The air is warm and the smell has a very sweet but robust scent. Chatter is everywhere and you see little light bulbs of various colors flickering around the windows and aligned with the walls. There’s a tree that grabs your attention. It’s heavily decorated and there are boxes wrapped in pretty colors and bows underneath it. You walk over to admire the beauty.

“You like Christmas trees?” A voice speaks from behind you. You turn around to see a man behind the store counter. You smile and nod at him, “It’s very pretty.”

He smiles back, “Are you ready to order?”

“Hmm?” You look around to see everyone have a warm drink in their hand.

“Oh, uh. I actually don’t have any money on me.” Even underwater, there’s the need to exchange goods of same value for services and other goods; you expect nothing less from humans.

He gives you a strange look like, Then why are you even here?

“I came to avoid the cold for a little bit.” You say quickly. He sighs and looks around, “Would you still like a drink? It’ll be on me.” On him?

“N-no, it’s okay.” You smile and shake your head. Of course, he takes it that you are simply a nice girl who doesn’t want to take advantage of someone, not because you’re afraid of the implications of a drink being “on” him.

“It’s okay. I have employee discount. If you’re here to avoid the cold, you might as well have a hot coffee too.” He grins, and this time you can see his pearly white teeth.

“Okay.” You give in. He smiles at you and you walk up to the counter.

“What would you like?” He asks you and you look up at the board. Nothing here is familiar except for water, and you’re sure that it would be strange for you to only have water here. Besides, since you get to experience human life, you might as well try something new.

“What would you suggest?” You ask.

“Do you like more or less caffeine?” You’re not too sure what would happen to you if you had more of this “caffeine”.

“Less caffeine.”

“Then I would suggest a peppermint mocha. It’s not too much on caffeine and it’s a holiday favorite.”

“Peppermint mocha.” You were drawn mostly to the fact that the peppermint mocha is “a holiday favorite.”

“One peppermint mocha…what size would you like?”

“The largest one.” The guy chuckles as he punches in the order.

“Here’s my favorite part of the job: getting the pretty girl’s name.” He takes a cup and uncaps a sharpie. He looks at you expectantly with a grin.

“Y/N.” You blush. He has you spell it out for him. Luckily, human language is one of the things you first study about humans.

“Thank you, Y/N. I hope to see you again.” He nods at you. You smile back and walk away to let the next person in line order.

“Hey, Jimin.” Taehyung turns over to his colleague whose busy making coffee, “Do you have your employee discount card? Mine is in the back.”

“Aren’t you the one who was oh-so-chivalrously paying the girl’s drink out of your own pocket?” Jimin teased.

“Please? I’ll pay you back. I just need it this one time.” Jimin sighs and pulls out his card from his back pocket. Taehyung quickly uses it and gets the next guy’s order. Since no one else is in line, Taehyung snatches your cup before Jimin can grab it, “I want to do it.”

Jimin puffs out a laugh as Taehyung enthusiastically makes your drink. Jimin glances over to you to see you standing among other people waiting for your coffee. You’re a very pretty girl, but a little underdressed for the winter.

“No wonder why she has to get out of the cold.” Jimin mumbles to himself.

A girl who doesn’t have money and isn’t properly dressed for the winter? Makes one wonder about your situation.

Jimin can’t help but glance at your direction a couple more times. You’re distracted by all the Christmas décor with a peaceful smile on your face, like you’re letting the whole atmosphere of the coffee shop sink deep into your soul. It’s beautiful and humbling to him to see such a girl who doesn’t have much but still seeks out the simple pleasures in life.

Taehyung sees Jimin looking at you a couple times and he grins. He gives Jimin your cup and it snaps Jimin out of it.

“What?”

“I’m going on my break, you do it.” Taehyung whistles and skips off to disappear behind the “employees only” door before Jimin can protest.

Jimin sighs. He finishes making the drink for the man who was after you because that was what he was working on since Taehyung took your cup.

Jimin reads your order and your name and does his job as he should.

“One peppermint mocha for Y/N.” he calls out to you. You smile and walk over to take the cup.

“Thank you so much.” You feel its warmth and sigh. You take a sip and widen your eyes like you’ve never had one before.

“This is great! Where’s the other guy? I want to thank him.”

“Taehyung’s on his break now. I’ll let him know you say thanks.” You nod and take another sip. Jimin taps his fingers on the counter as he looks around to see there’s no one in line to order. He makes a decision. He leans over the counter to speak to you in a quiet voice.

“So, I know this place a couple blocks away; they serve three hot meals a day for free and gives you shelter overnight.” You continue sipping on your drink and blink at him; you don’t really understand why he’s telling you this.

He sees your blank expression and continues, “They have a lot of donated clothes there, maybe you can find something warmer for yourself.” You’re just blinking.

“Do you know where 7th avenue is? You go down two blocks, and then make a left. Go down one more block and it’s the blue building with the green door.”

“Okay…” You start. You’re still not sure what he’s getting to but he thinks you’re just someone who doesn’t have a strong sense of direction. But that’s okay. He gulps and looks at the clock, “I’m off my shift soon. Would you like me to take you there?”

“Sure.” You take another sip. He nods and checks the clock, “10 minutes.” You nod and turn around to look at the décor. You move closer to the fireplace. It’s the first time you see a fire so close; so close, you can feel its warmth. You reach out to feel it but the closer you get, the hotter it gets. Before you actually touch it, the heat is already unbearable and you pull back. Fire: bad. You’ll stick with water.

15 minutes later, Jimin is out and Taehyung is back behind the counter. You thank Taehyung once again and he smiles at you and Jimin as you two head out.

“Merry Christmas, Jimin.” Taehyung mumbles to himself in a sing-song voice and grins mischievously.

“I know it’s really cold, but we can get you something warm to wear when we get to the shelter.” Jimin says as you tag along. You have to scurry a few steps every once in a while to catch up with him because he’s walking so fast. It’s too cold for Jimin to make a lasting conversation with you and he can only think how you need something warm on quick. Technically, you’re okay though. It can’t be any colder than when you first came out of the sea.

You two finally arrive to the shelter and he opens the door for you. Jimin sighs as he unwraps his scarf and sheds some other winter layers. The shelter is very nice, warm and dry. Perfect for you to stay.

“So do you normally come here?” You ask as he leads you to the donations counter.

“Hey, Jungkook. Can you get my friend here something warm to wear? This is all she has on.” Jungkook looks over to you. He’s surprised to see someone so young and pretty, but still in an unfortunate situation.

“Sure. What size are you?” You shrug.

Jungkook slowly nods with a sheepish grin, “Okay…maybe that wasn’t the best question to ask a girl. I’ll go find something pretty for you myself.” Jungkook enters the back.

“So what were you saying?” Jimin turns to you.

“Do you come here often too? For food, clothing, and shelter?”

“Huh? N-no. But I volunteer here often. Especially during the holidays.”

“Do many people volunteer here during the holidays? Is that what brings Christmas spirit to you?”

“Heh, depends on what you mean by ‘many’ people. By headcount, yes quite a bit, but in reality, if you look at the ratio of the community population, we’re very few. Many people put their Christmas spirit in religious activities, parties, decoration and environment, or some don’t celebrate it at all” He smiles at you.

“I personally like volunteering because I’m giving more than getting. It’s not necessarily the miracle-birth-of-Jesus type of meaningful Christmas, but this is meaningful enough for me.” He shrugs.

So there seems to be a meaningful and an un-meaningful Christmas?

“I want to volunteer too!” You exclaim, “Is it only during Christmas or all the time?”

“…It’s…all the time…” Jimin hesitates, “Uh, I’m sorry. Did…did I get the wrong idea about you?”

“What do you mean?” Jimin turns really red.

“I am so sorry! You, well, you don’t have money on you and you don’t have much clothing to keep warm... I thought that…you know, maybe…you needed some help…” Jimin looks down at his feet, super embarrassed.

“Um, to be honest, I’m not really sure what you’re getting at, but it’s okay. I, uh, forgive you? Anyway, about the volunteering; can I start right now? I should head home in a couple hours.” You’re more excited to feel the spirit of Christmas through volunteering. You’re not sure what volunteering consists of, but if Jimin can do it and it doesn’t sound harmful, why not. In the spirit of Christmas, you choose to volunteer.

Jimin’s ears turn red at the mention of your home. He thanks his lucky stars that you don’t seem to take any offense to it. But that still makes him curious about where you come from.

After Jungkook gets you a really nice and warm coat, Jimin brings you over to a sign-up sheet. You ask nervously if you have to put down so much personal information. He says that it’s not absolutely necessary, but the shelter is able to keep you informed about volunteering and donating opportunities if you do. You omit your personal information except for your name and age. Rather than your mermaid’s age of 60, you decide to divide that by three. Seems good enough.

You and Jimin spent the day volunteering. You can’t cook human food, so you served it to the ones who wanted it and helped Jungkook organize the clothes in the donations center.

“I feel great!” You say to Jimin after you two finally get a chance to sit down.

“I’m happy that you do. I still feel bad that I mistook you for…well, yeah.” Jimin takes a sip of his water bottle and forces his blush to subside.

“I’m very glad you took me here. Christmas must really be the best holiday.” You down your own water bottle too in one take. Every 20 minutes, you have to drink a whole bottle of water. He watches you in amazement to see you take in so much water at a time. Little does he know.

You look at the clock to see it’s already past 10:45pm. It’s not that you have a curfew or anything, but your body tingles because it misses the ocean so much. No matter if you can become a human or not, your natural instincts don’t give you the urge to stay human longer than 24 hours at a time.

“I should go home now.” You sigh. You throw away your bottle. Jimin gets up with you.

“Um…are you going to come back? You know, to help volunteer more often?” He asks quickly.

“Not for a while. It’s actually really rare for me to come out.”

“Can I take you home?”

“No!” You cry out and he raises his eyebrows at your outburst, “Uh, it’s too far away.”

“it’s okay. If it’s so far how do you even plan to get home, and all by yourself too?” He asks.

“Uh…”

So the mystery girl doesn’t have money or clothes, doesn’t want people to come to her house, doesn’t come out often, and experiences everything like it’s her first time…

“Y/N.” He says in a serious and low tone, “I know we're only strangers, but if you ever need any help, you can call me okay? Here’s my number. And if I can’t help you, authorities can. Truly, it’s better to ask for help. No one looks down on you if you don’t. Instead, you’d be very brave. Okay?” Once again, he talks to you in riddles. But his sincerity and his serious care for you makes you feel really soft and warm inside.

“You’re a very sweet boy, Jimin.” You give him a kiss on the cheek. He’s stunned.

“Okay, I really have to go now. Thank you for a wonderful day. You made me coming out here so worth it.” You scamper off. Jimin looks over to see that you’ve left your coat again.

He runs out to give you your coat but you’re already out of sight. He looks in different directions, but one he doesn’t count on is the direction to the ocean, where you’re already running over with glee because of all you got today, and also, you’re feeling pulled closer and closer to the salty waters.

I imagine Yoongi is the kind of boyfriend whose favorite part about Christmas is snuggling with you under mounds of blankets on Christmas morning with way too many mistletoes he hung over the bed

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