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the doorbell was buzzing when you were taking your bath. as it kept on buzzing, you decided to just rinsed off the bubbles from your body, and took the robe that was hanging behind the bathroom door.

"who is it?" you yelled from the bedroom, as the door bell keep on ringing non stop.

"parcel delivery!" your eyes widened in surprised, before running to the mirror, to look at your reflection. of course, the delivery man, keep on pressing the bell button, making you walked scurriedly to the door. peeking, at the peephole, it was a delivery man, wearing a cap, stood in front of it.

you opened the door slightly, and popped your head out through the slits of the door, since you weren't dresses decently.

"yes miss, another parcel for you." he gave you the box, and passed you a form for you to sign on the recipient line. you thanked him before closing and locking the door behind you.

"opened at midnight!" you read the small note attached to it. this is the ninth day, where you had gift box, wrapped with the same colour of the rich golden wrapping paper, and the same handwritings on the notes, over your place without failure.

"12 days before christmas?" you thought.

to your surprise, all of the gifts sent to you were what you've always wanted. next year's planner, without your name embroided on it, and there was also a mug, with your name on it, a blouse which you had an eye on.

looking at the box, in your hand, you placed it near your ear, and shake it. there weren't any sound produce, but the box was a little heavy, compared to the previous gifts.

glancing the the clock on the wall, it was struck at three in the evening. you sighed seeing that, you had to wait for a long time to open it. hence, you decided to leave it under the christmas tree.

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these few days, you had been craving for christmas cookies. you scrolled through pinterest to look up for the recipes. basically you chose the ones that makes you drooled only by looking at the picture.

you made a mental checklist on the ingredients needed to bake those cookies. seeing that you have all the ingredients, you proceed to walk to the kitchen and rummaged throught the cabinets.

"flour, sugar, butter, salt, vanilla essence, ginger.." you picked up everything in your arms, before placing them on the island. you took your measuring cups, and spoon from the drawer, and began to measure the ingredients.

twenty minutes passed, a huge lump of dough were on the flat surface of the kitchen island waiting for you to cut them into cute shapes of different sizes before baking it.

another hour passed, the trays were lined up with cookie dough, perfectly shaped, of christmas theme.

"first tray up!" you hummed a tune, while picking up the tray to place it in the oven. as soon as the first tray is in, you fiddled with the timer, to set it, while closing the oven with your hips.

five minutes passed, the oven was making weird sound, and smoke was beginning to come out from it.

"no, no, no!"

you became panicked, ran to the plug, to off it. grabbing the mitten that was laying on the kitchen top, you swat off the smoke coming from the oven.

a thick, burnt smell began circulating the air assaulting your nose. you slipped you hand in the kitchen mitten, and pulled out the tray from the oven.

you pouted at the sight of the uncooked cookies at one side, and burnt ones, on the other. you faked cry, since you have no alternative to bake them.

hurriedly, you made a beeline to the living area, to search for your phone. pressing '1' on speed dial, you waited for the call to get through.

"honey bunny, cupcake, yes?" your best friend, hoseok answered at the end of the line.

"hobi, are you at home? i am heading out now, in a matter of seconds!"

"yeah yeah, come in like you always do!" he chirped. you hung up without saying goodbye, and open the door widely enough for you to go in and out of the house.

still wearing shorts, and only a top, with a tied up messy bun, you slipped on your flip flops, and ran to the door, opposite yours. without knocking, you twisted the knob opened.

"hi hobi!" you yelled from the door, and open his apartment door widely. running back to your house, you picked up two tray, enough for you to carry, to his house.

running to his kitchen, you saw him sitting on the couch, scrolling his phone. "hi, hobi.. again!" you said, running back to the house picking up two more trays, before locking your house.

after setting up the trays on his kitchen table, you took a deep breath. "i am using your oven okay, hobi?"

"yeah, yeah!" he yelled from the living room, without even glancing at you. once it was securely placed in the oven, you walked to the couch and sat beside him.

"can i watch tv?" you took the remote control to change the channel.

he stood up immediately, blocking your view. "what were you baking?" he asked while you were moving your head from side to side, like a hyena, trying to watch the tv.

"cookies."

"what cookies?" he asked.

"since when you really want to know what am i baking? and i want to watch the tv please?" you pleaded while pulling him, by the hem of his shirt, making him fall on top of you.

"omg! you were ordering stuffs online!" ignoring him, who was squashing you on the couch, your eyes were glued on the television where online home shopping channel were on displayed.

"bracelet?" you questioned, while slapping your hand on his lap, in which by now, he was sitting next to you.

your eyes automatically caught the shiny boxes came from underneath his christmas tree. the exact same golden wrapping papers.

"she must have caught the hint by now." you heard him mumbled under his breath. instantly, you turned to look at him, who was fidgeting with his fingers on his lap.

"hobi my secret santa?!" you shrieked loudly, disbelieved. you punched his shoulder repeatedly, making him winced.

"for girl, your strength are like of a guy!"

"omg omg omg!! you are my secret santa? wait, for a guy, you sure are screaming like a girl eh?" you hissed playfully.

"but why?" you asked.

" because i wanted?" he squealed, placing his chin on both of his palms.

"i don't believe you!"

"because i am a santa?" he answered but you are still not satisfied. you shook your head, left to right, and began to fold your knees against your chest, and faced him.

"okay, okay! i like you. more than friends!" you gasped at his remark. at that moment, something stirred within you, you heart was racing. beating so loudly, that your cheeks began to glow, brightly, with red hue. you were speechless, unable to utter anything.

"i knew it." he pouted, looking away from you.

"huh?"

"you have no such feelings towards me."

"no, absolutely no." you dragged the first word. "i was overwhelmed. i actually, do feel the same, but i was afraid."

"afraid?"

"yeah, afraid that it was just me." you felt your cheeks burning, shy, and you buried your face on your folded knees.

"look at me." he held your face on your cheeks.

"i love and care about you. you know? i feel comfortable around you. i can be myself around you." he pulled you on his lap and hugged you before kissing your cheek.

"looks like i have a date this christmas?" you said, playfully, making him chuckled and tapped your nose.

"oh, i might as well just skipped the twelve days of christmas and skipped to christmas gift?"

you peeled yourself away from him, as he asked you to look for you christmas gift underneath the tree. searching for your name, you found a small box, behind those big boxes. you looked at him, with your glistening eyes. you peeled the wrapping paper, and saw a velvet box. you were overjoyed seeing a necklace, with both of your initials on it.

"thank you, hobi!" you ran and pecked his lips, unable to control your excitement.

"yes, we both have a date on christmas!" he told you, before smashing his lips against yours. fireworks began erupting within you, as he deepened the kiss, with love and tender. both of you pulled away to catch your breath.

"did you smell something?" hoseok asked.

"does my breath smell?" you answered innocently.

"something's burning!" you yelled, pulling himself from the couch, ran to the kitchen.

"oh no! my cookies!" you gasped, as you reached the kitchen. you saw him, placing the tray filled with burned cookies on the kitchen table.

"looks like someone is not having her cookies again."

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happy hobi christmas ❤️
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