It's a quarter past midnight when Jungkook's bladder awakens him. Darkness lurks in the tight corners of his apartment, the cold Christmas draft managing to slice through the warmth of the heating system and permeate through the thin walls.

With much reluctance, he drags himself out of the warmth and comfort of his bed and lightly shivers as he hurries to the bathroom, wincing when his toes hit the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

After finishing his business, he exits the bathroom and is about to head back to his bedroom and continue his much-needed sleep when a quiet "crap" catches his attention. Narrowing his eyes, he turns towards his living room, where he can see the shadow of a man, crouched by Jungkook's poor excuse of a Christmas tree. He quickly hurries into the bathroom and grabs a toilet plunger before charging at the man with the plunger firmly in his grasp.

"Who the hell are you?" he yells, and swings at the man.

But he doesn't hit him.

In fact, Jungkook doesn't hit anything. He's completely paralyzed, his hands raised above his head in mid-swing, eyes wide with confusion and fear as he chokes out a frightened, What the hell? His eyes dart around in the darkness for a few moments, only making out a shadow cast by the dim lights on the Christmas tree, before a small click is heard and the room is flooded with light.

Jungkook blinks, disconcerted, and focuses his vision on a very familiar petite man- he'd recognize that orange hair anywhere.

"It's you!" Jungkook narrows his eyes. "What the hell are you doing in here? And why- Why am I frozen like this?"

The man frowns. "What is that strange contraption? It looks like a child's toy."

"Answer my damn question!"

"Okay, okay." The orange haired male grins lazily and explains, "First of all, I am an elf. And I was sent here-"

"Okay, dude- Jungmin," Jungkook interrupts, "if you're robbing my house, just say so. Don't tell me that you're an elf, of all things."

"Um, my name is Jimin," says Jimin, "not Jungmin, and yes, I am an elf."

"Bullshit."

Jimin seems to take this as a challenge, as he raises one of his eyebrows and says, "How could I have frozen you if I wasn't an elf?"

"...Oh." Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek. "That's true."

"And how do you think I entered your small home?" Jimin continues, putting his hands on his hips. (Jungkook finds it incredibly endearing, especially with his lips that cute pout.) When Jungkook croaks out a defeated I don't know, Jimin beams and says, "Elf magic."

Jungkook sighs, examining the man in front of him. "Even though I still have a ton of questions, I guess I sort of believe you- Can you unfreeze me first, though?"

"Ah." Jimin snaps his fingers, and Jungkook is immediately released from the spell. Unfortunately, he loses his grip on the toilet plunger and is welcomed with a terribly hard blow to his scalp. (That's gonna leave a welt.)

"Ow," Jungkook hisses, rubbing his head. He glares at the elf, who's hiding a giggle beneath a small hand. "Why are you laughing?"

Jimin cocks his head ever so slightly, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinks. "You're very cute, Jungkook."

For a minute, Jungkook is startled, wondering how this man knew his name, but then he remembers their first meeting at the mall. "I'm- I'm not cute," he stammers, a bit flustered, "but I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"D'you remember that time at the mall a few days ago, when we met?"

Jimin picks up the toilet plunger. "Yes. What about it?"

"So," Jungkook awkwardly rubs his nape, "did you- did you turn me away on purpose?" When Jimin merely fixes him with a confused stare, Jungkook elaborates, "At the mall- I tried talking to you and you sort of- You made it clear that you didn't want to talk to me."

"Ah." Jimin laughs sheepishly. "You see, I was not supposed to seen by you before C- Actually, I was not ever supposed to be seen by you. I-" Jimin shakes his head. "Let me start from the beginning. This might take a while," he says, gesturing for Jungkook to sit, "so you might want to rest those pretty legs of yours."

"What?"

"Nothing." Jimin elegantly flicks a lock of hair out of his eyes. "First, you need to know some basic geography. The elf population is not strictly limited to the North Pole. Some live in Greenland, and a few even populate the northern coast of Canada." He nods, as if proud of his knowledge. "And after an elf turns eighteen, they can choose between doing delivery or factory jobs. I chose a delivery job, which is much more exciting than a factory job, in my opinion." With a proud smile, he continues, "So as part of my delivery job this year, I was assigned a human- you- that has lost the Christmas spirit, and I'm supposed to help restore that faith within them- er, you." Jimin scratches his head rather adorably. "It was my job to remain incognito, so technically I should not even be talking to you in this current moment. But unfortunately, you caught me as I was delivering your gift, and I had no choice."

Jungkook frowns. "I have a question, though: What about Santa? Doesn't he deliver the presents?" he asks, further puzzled as Jimin smiles widely.

"Contrary to popular belief, Mr. Claus doesn't deliver the presents; we do."

And it's in that moment that Jungkook realizes that his entire childhood, or at least the part involving Christmas, has been a complete lie.