A combination of ALL MEMBERS, short stories 200-500 words for each. Scroll down to see your member of choice!

Written by @Minaliter and Fufu830.

SOPHIA

The scent of pine filled the air as you and Sophia sat on the soft carpet of your apartment, surrounded by twinkling Christmas lights and the faint hum of holiday music. The tree was beautifully decorated, its branches heavy with ornaments and a star that glittered at the very top. Outside, the snow was falling in gentle, lazy flakes, a perfect winter night.

Sophia was leaning against the armrest of the couch, her legs stretched out in front of her, her usually sharp and confident demeanor softened by the holiday spirit. You sat beside her, both of you sipping on mugs of hot chocolate, the warmth of the drinks contrasting with the cold outside.

"Do you ever miss it?" you asked, your voice quiet as you stared at the tree, watching the soft glow of the lights reflect off the ornaments.

Sophia tilted her head, her eyes tracing the contours of your face before settling on the flickering lights. "Miss what?"

"Christmas... the way it was when we were kids. The magic, the excitement, the feeling that everything is new again."

Sophia's gaze softened, and for a moment, she looked like she was lost in thought, the usual spark of humor in her eyes dimming. She was always so composed, so in control, but in these quiet moments, there was a vulnerability that slipped through.

"I don't know," she said, her voice a little softer than usual. "I think I've been so focused on getting things right, making sure everything works, that I forgot how to just... feel it." She paused, her fingers gently tracing the edge of her mug. "But maybe... maybe it's different this year."

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. "You know, we can make our own traditions. Christmas doesn't have to be the way it was before."

Sophia's eyes flickered to you, her lips curling up slightly. "Yeah?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what kind of traditions are we talking about?"

"Well, for starters," you said, nudging her gently with your elbow, "we could keep it simple. Just us, some cocoa, maybe some bad Christmas movies, and no pressure to make it perfect."

Sophia let out a soft laugh, her eyes lighting up in a way that made your heart skip. "That actually sounds perfect," she admitted, her voice low, the warmth between you both undeniable. "I could get used to this."

As the night stretched on, you both settled deeper into the soft cushions, the tree lights flickering in the background, and the world outside seeming to pause for just a moment.

This, you thought, was what Christmas was truly about—finding the magic in the quiet moments, in being with someone who made everything feel like home.

"Merry Christmas, Sophia," you whispered, the words feeling more like a promise than a greeting.

She turned to you, her eyes softening, and without hesitation, she took your hand. "Merry Christmas, Y/N."

MANON

The snow was falling gently outside the window of the small cabin nestled in the woods. It was Christmas Eve, and the world beyond was blanketed in white, softening the world into a serene silence. Inside, the fire crackled and danced in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. You sat by the fire, your knees tucked under a soft blanket, sipping on hot cocoa. The air was crisp with a mix of pine and cinnamon, a scent that felt like home.

Manon sat beside you, her sharp golden eyes softening as she watched the flames. She wasn't the type to enjoy holidays, but tonight felt different. She wasn't known for expressing her emotions, but you had learned over time that her silence spoke volumes.

"I didn't expect this," she said, her voice low and smooth, breaking the quiet between you. Her gaze lingered on the fire, but her thoughts seemed far away.

You tilted your head slightly, curious. "What do you mean?"

She shifted her position slightly, just enough to face you, her eyes soft with something you rarely saw—vulnerability. "I didn't expect Christmas to feel like this. Peaceful. Warm. Like... I could belong to it." Her words were thoughtful, almost reluctant.

Your heart warmed at her confession. You had always known there was more to her than the fierce, unyielding persona she wore so well. The quiet moments like this, when the world slowed down, were the moments you treasured most.

"I'm glad you're here," you said softly, your voice sincere.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Manon's lips, and for a fleeting moment, she looked like she was truly at ease. "I don't know how you do it," she murmured, her gaze shifting from the fire to you, "but it's... nice."

You chuckled softly, leaning your head against her shoulder. "Maybe you just needed to slow down."

Manon's laughter was soft but real, and she pulled the blanket tighter around the two of you. The world outside could wait. Tonight, there was only warmth, quiet, and the simple joy of being together.

The snow continued to fall, blanketing the world outside, but inside, it was nothing but peace.

Merry Christmas, you thought to yourself, and as you closed your eyes, you couldn't help but smile. You had everything you needed.

LARA

The first snowflakes of the season had begun to fall as you and Lara sat on the balcony, wrapped in blankets, sipping warm cider. The city below was alive with the hustle of holiday preparations, but up here, in your little corner of the world, everything felt still and perfect. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and cinnamon, a reminder of the season.

Lara, normally so fierce and independent, seemed at peace tonight. Her usual sharp edge was dulled by the quiet of the evening, her gaze fixed on the twinkling lights of the city below. You caught her glancing at the small Christmas tree in the corner of the balcony, its lights reflecting in her eyes.

"You didn't have to go all out," Lara said with a teasing smile, her breath fogging in the cold air. "I told you, I don't need the whole Christmas thing."

You smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. Lara wasn't one for big celebrations or traditions, preferring a quiet night to all the pomp and circumstance. But there was something about her that made you want to create the kind of warmth and magic that she usually shied away from.

"I know," you replied, shifting closer to her, the warmth from your cider mingling with the cold air. "But I wanted to make this one special. For you."

Her gaze softened, and for a moment, you saw a side of her that was rarely visible—the one that craved comfort, the one that needed a little more than just strength and resolve.

"Why?" she asked, her voice softer than usual. "Why go through all this trouble?"

You leaned in, resting your head against her shoulder. "Because, Lara," you said quietly, "I think you deserve to feel what it's like to have someone care. To have a moment where everything is just... good."

Lara didn't respond immediately, but you could feel the tension in her shoulders ease, her body relaxing into the warmth of your touch. She let out a slow breath, her hand brushing against yours in a silent acknowledgment.

"Maybe it's not so bad," she murmured, a hint of something tender in her voice that made your heart skip. "Christmas, I mean. I think I could get used to this."

You smiled, feeling a surge of affection for the woman who had always kept her heart locked away. But tonight, just for tonight, she had allowed herself to feel something a little softer. Something like home.

"Merry Christmas, Lara," you whispered, watching her eyes light up in the soft glow of the balcony lights.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," she replied, her voice carrying a warmth that made everything else fade away.

And for once, it felt like everything was just right.

MEGAN

The soft glow of Christmas lights flickered across the room, casting gentle shadows on the walls. Outside, the world was blanketed in a thick layer of snow, the kind that made everything feel quiet and still. Inside, you and Megan sat on the couch, surrounded by the warmth of the fire crackling in the hearth and the scent of cinnamon and pine filling the air.

Megan was curled up beside you, a blanket draped across both of your laps. She wasn't usually one for the holiday hustle, preferring the quiet of her own company, but tonight was different. Tonight, she had allowed herself to slow down, to be present. And it felt like magic.

"You sure you're okay with all this?" you asked softly, glancing at the tree you'd spent hours decorating together. The twinkling lights reflected in her eyes, making them sparkle in the dim light.

Megan's lips curled into a small, thoughtful smile. "I never thought I'd be the type to care about Christmas," she said, her voice quieter than usual, almost reflective. "But... with you, it feels different."

You could hear the unspoken emotion in her words, the way she had always guarded herself but was slowly letting down her walls. Christmas had always been about family, but with Megan, you had come to understand that family didn't always mean blood. It meant the people who made you feel like home.

"Good," you said, your heart swelling with affection. "Because I'm glad you're here with me."

Megan's smile softened, and she leaned her head against your shoulder, her body relaxing into yours. It was a simple gesture, but to her, it was everything—trust, vulnerability, and the quiet understanding that sometimes, the most important thing was just being together.

"I didn't think I needed any of this," Megan murmured after a beat, her voice barely above a whisper. "But now I'm not so sure I could do without it."

You pulled her closer, wrapping your arm around her as the soft hum of a Christmas song played faintly in the background. The fire crackled, and the snow continued to fall outside, each flake a reminder that tonight, in this moment, everything was perfect.

"Merry Christmas, Megan," you whispered, your voice full of warmth and love.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," she replied, her voice steady but full of meaning, her fingers tracing your hand in a silent promise.

And in that moment, you knew. This was what Christmas was about—the quiet moments, the shared warmth, and the realization that the people you loved made the season brighter, no matter how simple or small the celebration.

DANIELA

The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of holiday music in the background and the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. You and Daniela sat together on the couch, the flickering lights of the Christmas tree casting a warm glow around the room. Outside, the snow had begun to fall in thick, lazy flakes, covering the streets in a blanket of white. It was the perfect winter evening.

Daniela was curled up beside you, her head resting on your shoulder as she absentmindedly traced patterns on the sleeve of your sweater. You could feel her warmth against your side, the way she always seemed to draw you in without even trying.

"I can't believe it's Christmas already," Daniela murmured, her voice a little softer than usual, almost as if the season had made her reflect on everything.

You smiled, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, it's crazy how fast the year went by. But it's kind of nice, isn't it? The way everything slows down this time of year."

She nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It's nice," she agreed. "Especially with you. It's like... everything else fades away when we're together."

Her words made your heart skip a beat. Daniela wasn't always the best at expressing her feelings, but when she did, it was clear and genuine. You pulled her a little closer, feeling the weight of the moment settle around both of you.

"I'm glad we're spending it together," you said, your voice soft, your hand brushing against hers. "I know you're not big on the holidays, but you make them better, you know?"

Daniela chuckled, but there was a tenderness in her eyes. "I didn't think I'd ever care much about Christmas. But with you, I think I'm starting to get it. It's about the little things... and about having someone to share them with."

You leaned in, your lips brushing the top of her head. "Yeah, exactly. It's the moments, the quiet ones, that matter most."

As the fire crackled and the night stretched on, you both sank deeper into the cozy embrace of the couch, the world outside forgotten. It didn't matter that the city was covered in snow, or that the world was rushing around in holiday chaos. In this moment, with Daniela by your side, everything was exactly as it should be.

"Merry Christmas, Daniela," you whispered, your voice full of love.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," she whispered back, her voice warm and content, her hand slipping into yours as you both sat there, perfectly at peace in each other's company.

YOONCHAE

The apartment was quiet, save for the gentle hum of a Christmas song playing in the background and the occasional crackle from the fireplace. You and Yoonchae sat together on the floor, surrounded by an array of colorful ornaments and half-wrapped presents. The Christmas tree stood in the corner, its lights twinkling in the dim room, casting a soft glow that made everything feel a little more magical.

Yoonchae was focused on carefully placing a delicate ornament on one of the branches, her brow furrowed in concentration. She didn't usually get excited about the holidays, preferring to keep things low-key. But tonight, you could tell something was different. There was a warmth in her eyes, a softness in her demeanor that made the room feel like it was full of unspoken words.

"Almost done?" you asked, leaning back against the couch, a smile tugging at your lips.

She glanced over at you, her lips curving up slightly. "Almost. You're not much of a help, are you?" she teased, holding up a shiny star ornament that looked just a little too fragile for your clumsy hands.

You chuckled, hands raised in mock surrender. "I'll admit it. I'm not great at decorating. But I'm good at being here."

Yoonchae rolled her eyes but there was something tender in the way she looked at you. "You're lucky you're cute."

You raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Is that a compliment or a warning?"

"A little bit of both," she said, setting the star ornament carefully in place on top of the tree. She stepped back, her gaze taking in the scene. "It's not perfect, but... it feels nice. Kind of like what I needed."

You watched her, your heart skipping a beat. Yoonchae had always been guarded, a little hesitant to open up about her feelings, but tonight, she seemed different. More at ease, more present. It was the kind of change that only came when someone truly let their guard down.

"I'm glad," you said softly, your voice full of sincerity. "Because you deserve moments like this. Moments that feel good. No pressure, no rush."

She looked at you then, her eyes softening as she stepped over to where you sat. She kneeled beside you, reaching for your hand. "Merry Christmas, Y/N," she whispered, her voice quieter now, but the warmth between you was unmistakable.

"Merry Christmas, Yoonchae," you replied, squeezing her hand gently. And as you both sat there, the world outside fading into the quiet of the holiday night, you knew this Christmas—simple, calm, and shared with someone you cared about—was exactly what you both needed.