I Imagine Seokjin Is The Kind Of Boyfriend Who Will Call Up Your Family To Learn Your Family Recipes

I imagine Seokjin is the kind of boyfriend who will call up your family to learn your family recipes so he can replicate that when he cooks for you

Secret Santa

@sunshobine - Merry Christmas!!!

(song based: All I Want for Christmas is You)

To: Sunshobine

From: your secret santa ;)

I don’t want a lot for Christmas // There is just one thing I need..

Snow falls gently on the main road in the university, covering the grass and layering on the tree tops. It isn’t dark yet but dusky enough for some of the lamps lining the path to turn on, tinting its stark surroundings with warm color. The time of night has yet to arrive but the moon seems eager to make an earlier appearance in the cold weather. The crunching of snow beneath your feet is frantic as you rush from your last class of the day. It is exactly twelve days until Christmas day and exactly fifteen minutes past the time you were supposed to meet your friends at your apartment. You’re sure your brother Hoseok will use this as another reason why you should just give him a spare key to your apartment. But you’ve seen the state of his shared apartment with Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook. Despite the fact that they a completely empty fridge and pantry, empty or semi empty containers of food litter every square inch of the space. And you love your brother dearly but you are one hundred percent sure that your apartment does not need some Hoseok remodeling. Thankfully your apartment is just two blocks from the campus so the familiar building greets you soon.

“Ya, Pernela. What took you so long, making your dear brother and friends stand in the cold.”

“Sorry Hoseok, the lecture ran a bit late”

“It’s all good Pernela, we really didn’t wait long” Taehyung chirps as he rests his arm atop your head. “Hurry and open the door, we brought snacks!” he exclaims as he dangles the bag of goodies in front of your face.

“Ya, hurry and open the door before poor Joonie turns into a popsicle.” Your hand stops pushing the door open the moment you turn your head and take in Namjoon’s appearance. He’s as tall and elegant as always but the snow has dampened his hair a bit, causing some of his locks to stick to his skin, framing his face. A big scarf engulfs the bottom half of his face, his slightly red nose just poking out, the heat of his breath fogging the thick frames adorning his face. The entirety of it all causes you to flush more than what you could blame the cold for. Fuck, he’s adorable. Before your face fully turns the color of rudolph’s nose, Yoongi rushes by you muttering about his hatred of the cold.

By the time everyone has entered through the threshold of your home and you have closed the door, Jin already has cocoa going and the youngest boys have ripped open the snacks. The sight causes a small smile to form, your friends might be a bit goofy but you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

“Time to get this secret santa thing going!” Jungkook shouts as he pulls out a hat. Once everyone had put their name in, the drawing began. Before it was your turn, there were some quiet shrieks of glee and muttering. When the hat came around to you, there was a single piece of paper left. The person who you would be giving giving gifts to would be none other than Kim Namjoon.

Santa Claus won’t make me happy // with a toy on Christmas Day

You flop down onto the chair opposite your friend in the library with a loud huff. The table is situated far back in the corner hidden behind bookshelves as the bigger tables are taken over by university students ravenously studying for finals week. She gently closes her laptop at your arrival before pushing it to the side and turning her eyes to your slumped form.

“What happened now? Is Professor douche making a four part final again? Cause at this point I swear someone pissed in his cereal everyday in a past life.”

“It’s a three part final this time but that isn’t the only reason,” you whine as you knock your forehead against the table’s surface. “Last night the boys and I picked our secret santa’s for our yearly holiday gift exchange and you will not believe who I got.” Before your friend can open her mouth and let out a sarcastic response probably along the lines of ‘the love of your life and hunk in your mind Namjoon’, you reply with “It’s Namjoon.” Her eyes widen almost comically as her jaw drops.

“No! Really? What are you going to give him? You should tie yourself up in a ribbon and give him yourself as a present.” Heat flushes your cheeks as you playfully swat at her. But instead of lecturing her about her indecency, you decide to tell her your plans for Namjoon’s secret santa gift.

And I’m just gonna keep on waiting // Underneath the mistletoe

You pull your coat tighter around your body as you wait for Taehyung to open the door. It’s Christmas eve and as per tradition, two people hold a holiday party so that everyone can deliver their presents discreetly. And this year the hosts are Tae and Jungkook, the night is sure to be wild.

Finally the door swings open effectively showing off the festivities inside, drinking, grinding, drinking, more drinking, and lots of mistletoe hung about. Taehyung grabs hold of your hand and drags you into the throng of people. By the time you are dragged halfway across the room you have lost your coat and have obtained a cup with a very generous pour of some boozy mishap. Taehyung’s sudden stop causes a bit of the drink to slosh over the rim of the cup and you awkwardly shift your body so that none of it spills on your christmas sweat because the thing is ugly enough without a big stain on it. When you finally shift your gaze from your drink you see that you are now standing with your brother and Jimin and that Taehyung has gone off to who knows where.

“So Pernela, you ready to give your present tonight?” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows at you with a smirk. You shove his shoulder playfully and retort that you’re always ready for anything. Which reminds you off a little note that you had received earlier that day. You had been in the library as usual studying for your stupid test that your stupid professor just had to stupidly plan for Christmas eve, stupid, when you went to the bathroom only to return with a folded note on your books and an overly smiley best friend. The paper was simple lined paper but it smelled faintly of coffee and the freshness of the outdoors. In a messy scrawl it read:

> tonight at Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s Christmas eve bash

(I’m sorry if this comes off a bit brash)

meet me at the dangling mistletoe,

when you get there at 11:58 you’ll know.

sorry, I tried to make this rhyme

but I was running quick on time.<

Looking at your phone to check the time it reads 11:56. Taking a quick sniff of whatever new drink Jungkook has given you, you crinkle your nose and down the entire thing. Your gut is telling you that you might need some liquid courage. Straightening your hair and grabbing the gift for your secret santa you make your way to the center of the living room where a big thing of mistletoe dangles from the ceiling

Everyone is singing // I hear those sleigh bells ringing

Unlike all the other pieces of mistletoe haphazardly taped to every visible surface in the apartment, this piece is un-crumpled and tied with a pretty red ribbon. As you approach the middle of the room you see a tall guy standing beneath the christmas arrangement. Checking your phone once again you find that it is exactly 11:57, you also find yourself staring right as a bright red and green sweater when you look up from your device. Trailing your eyes upwards you make eye contact with none other than Kim Namjoon wearing the red and green Christmas sweater, cheeks a bit flushed and hair looking as if a hand has been running through it for the past week. But he still manages to look define. And at 11:58 with the shyest of smiles he pulls out a small box and tentatively holds it out to you. When you take it from his hands your fingertips brush and linger for a second longer than necessary, causing your heart to skip a beat. Unraveling the bow and opening the small box you find a delicate necklace holding your initials staring back at you.

“Pernela Car, in this moment if you asked if I was completely sober i’d be lying if I said yes because you make me drunk on love. Also I had a few shots of vodka three minutes ago because the butterflies in my stomach felt like an elephant stampede. What I’m trying to say is that I’m your secret santa..wait, no that’s not what I wanted to tell you. What I meant is that you are the person I want to grow old with, and have kids with, and do laundry with on Sunday mornings, and plan our retirement together even though I won’t retire anytime around when I say I will. And shit that wasn’t it either. Taehyung that brat said the shots would help me get out what I’ve wanted to say for months but fuck, it’s like my mouth is a running faucet and everything is flowing out besides the fact that your really pretty and really really cute when you stand next to be and only come up to my chest even when you’re on your tippy toes. Did I already say how gorgeous you are? Or that I’d like to take you on a date-“ Before he can continue you jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him the tightest hug. He pauses mid sentence and just stares into your eyes as if he’s lost all ability of speech. The both of you continue to gaze into each others eyes and it’s like the part in movies where the two love interests meet gazes and suddenly the world mutes so that it’s just the two of them in the entire universe and nothing else matters. It was just like that, with the exception that you could still very well hear your surroundings and the imminent shouting of “kiss”. To your surprise, Namjoon hooks his arms under your thighs to hold you closer to himself instead of letting you back down on the floor. When you move to protest, all words die in your throat when a pair of plush lips cushion your own.

“What do you say about us leaving this place and going to my apartment to watch a movie instead” Namjoon whispers as he rests his forehead against your own. And with a breathless nod, the two of you are gone.

Make my wish come true….

There’s a slight clinking from the kitchen before Namjoon emerges with two mugs in his hands. The scarf you had knitted for him wrapped tightly around his neck as he walks heel to toe so as to not spill the liquid.

“One not-so-hot hot chocolate for the beautiful Pernela” he winks and flashes his dimples before taking a seat next to you. He pulls the blanket over the both of you and wraps an arm around you, effectively pulling you closer to his body before starting the movie. With the lights off and the television screen faintly illuminating the room, you get a chance to gaze at namjoon without it being blatantly obvious. There’s a warm feeling in your stomach but it’s not due to the chocolate beverage sitting atop the coffee table, perhaps from the stupidly cute boy with the stupidly cute personality sitting beside you. And when he turns his head to meet your gaze, you decide in that moment that despite the falling snow outside, there’s nothing that could chill you when the brightness of his smile warms you like the glow of the sun on a spring day.

…all I want for Christmas is you

I imagine Seokjin is the kind of boyfriend who would lean in when you turn your head, so when you turn back, your lips meet

Cookie Dough

Imagine pocket-sized you peeking over the mixing bowl that’s almost full of cookie dough. Your eyes shift upward as your fingers curl over the edge of the bowl, sneaking glances at the man whose broad shoulders is the only thing you see of him as he faces away from you. His head is ducked down to the oven as he removes pots and pans from the oven he uses as storage.

You look back up to the bowl and slightly bend your knees, gathering your weight in your feet. You pounce up and hurdle yourself over the edge of the mixing bowl. You would have gotten a perfect 10 landing, if Seokjin’s hand didn’t just dive underneath your body and catch you before you land yourself in the pillowing hills of sticky yumminess.

You huff in complaint and cross your arms, demanding for a bite of the uncooked cookie dough.

Seokjin, in turn, scolds you that you would eat all of the cookie dough and there would be none left to put in the oven. It doesn’t matter how pocket-sized you are; he knows you can finish that whole bowl of cookie dough.

You whine that it’s going to take the oven too long; and besides, cookie dough is one of the best parts of baking cookies.

He shakes his head as he puts you on the counter across from the counter where the mixing bowl is. Your arms are still crossed and you frown at him. He frowns back at you and crosses his arms. You can see a tug at the corner of his lips at how funny you look right now; sitting on your butt with your legs slightly spread out, your arms are crossed, and you’re pouting. He dares to mock a cookie dough-deprived person.

Seokjin sighs and steps to the side to open the freezer. He rummages through the freezer a bit before he takes out a gallon tub of cookie dough ice-cream. He takes off the top of the tub and hands you one of those small ice-cream sample spoons. He confesses that this is his secret stash, and you can only eat it with your dinky, little spoon until the cookies are baked. You take the spoon and smile deviously. The challenge is accepted.

I imagine Yoongi is the kind of boyfriend who mindlessly taps your body to the beat of the music you guys listen to together.

Blog Announcement - 2017 Secret Santa Deadline

I shouldve queued this long ago (sorry, its finals week), but the deadline to start submitting the secret santa scenario is this week, guys!

But also, because i was late in announcing this till mid week of the deadline, also, I'm sure some of you have finals too, I'll also give you till next week Thursday 12/21 to submit it. (that’s 12/21 11:59pm PST) Remember to include your title ☺️