I Imagine Jungkook Is The Kind Of Boyfriend Who Likes To Put His Head On Your Shoulder When Hes Tired.

I imagine Jungkook is the kind of boyfriend who likes to put his head on your shoulder when he’s tired. Actually, all the time

I imagine Jungkook is the kind of boyfriend who likes to hug you from the back and rest his chin on your shoulder whenever you’re busy and/or he feels clingy

Santa's Present | Jungkook

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

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.”

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