After the first bonus chapter you guys deserve a treat. Sooooo I think we'll skip forward a small bit.

Side note holy boost in reads.

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Junmyeon's POV

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"What's the big deal again?" Baekhyun asked as he skipped beside me, the shopping bag on his arm swinging wildly. I glanced over. He made it seem so easy. He picked something out for Chanyeol (who was now talking to him again) like he didn't even have to think about it. Snatched something off the shelf with a soft smile on his face, gushing about how Chanyeol would love it. Why couldn't mine be this easy? After all, I was the one with a boyfriend.

"Mine has to be special," I finally decided, glancing around at all the shop windows. "It's our first Christmas together. It has to mean something." Baekhyun hummed in response, nodding like he got it. "It has to be right," I mumbled. What would Yixing like?

"You could literally give him a chocolate bar and he'd treasure it like it was the best thing in the world," Baekhyun said. "Seriously Jun this boy is absolutely nuts about you. Anything you give him he's gonna love."

"I know that," I replied. "It's just..." I paused, feeling silly all of a sudden. It was stupid. Both of us could have whatever we wanted in life, no questions asked. And Baek was right. I could get Yixing absolutely nothing and it wouldn't have been a problem. But I wanted to. I wanted him to know how special he was me. How much he'd always been, even in the years we weren't together.

Baekhyun and I spent hours combing the shops in the mall, pouring over store after store. But nothing seemed right. Nothing screamed Yixing. And I felt at a loss. Why wasn't this easy? It was just Christmas. It was just a gift. But I knew better. It was because it was our first Christmas as a couple. It had to be meaningful. Like his music box and my shirt, two very simple things we both adored.

"Maybe I'm thinking too grand," I admitted at last as we made our way out to the small car Baekhyun drove us here in. "It doesn't have to be fancy, right? We live a lavish life. His favorite things so far have been simple. The music box I gave him. The sunflower at his wedding." I finally told Baekhyun that story, which resulted in a lot of "I knew its" and a lot of blushing on my end. "But what would say perfect?"

"You're smart Jun," he replied, climbing behind the wheel. I crawled into the passenger seat. "You'll figure it out. You always do." He placed his bag in back, another soft smile gracing his features. "Channie's gonna love it," he repeated quietly.

"What is it?" I questioned. He blinked at me slowly, like he wasn't expecting the question. Then he blushed and glanced away, mumbling something incoherent. A rarity from him. I nudged him gently with my elbow. "What is it Baek?" I asked again.

"It's kinda stupid," he said at last. "It's a glass heart that you can put a picture in." I grinned as his blush only deepened.

"That's adorable," I assured. "And you're right. He's gonna love that." Baekhyun nodded slowly, relaxing his grip on the wheel. He navigated the way out of the parking lot. The whole ride home neither of us said a word, though the radio played lowly in the background, so it wasn't totally silent. 

Christmas had to be perfect. Not because the holiday really meant something. It was just a day of the year. No, it had to be perfect because Yixing meant something. Yixing meant everything to me. And I wanted him to know it. Not just that day, but every single day for the rest of our lives. He was my everything. My present and future. My home away from home. He was the love of my life and then some. I just wanted so bad to let him know it.

"Thanks for coming today," I said to Baekhyun as he dropped me off in front of the palace's grand doors. "I probably won't see you until after Christmas, okay?"

"Kay Jun, see you then," he said with a little wave. I waved back and shut the door, watching as he pulled out of the driveway. I made my way inside and up to my office. I sat in my chair and spun in circles. What was I going to do? I pulled my phone out of my pocket and stared at it for a few moments before finally dialing a very familiar number and bringing it to my ear.

"Junmyeon, hello," Hyeja said, and just hearing her made me feel a lot better. She offered advice whenever I needed it, about all aspects of life. I loved her for it. "What's up, huh? Still can't figure out what to get Yixing?"

"No," I groaned, letting my head fall back against the chair. "I know I'm thinking way too big and spectacular, but it's got to be something special. It's our first Christmas as a couple after all. I want him to know how much he means to me."

"You're so sweet," she said. "Whatever you get him, you know he'll love it. If it's anything from you he'll love it. That boy is wild about you." I laughed a little at that, because yeah, that was true at least. We were both wild about each other. Always had been. "Make him something if you want it to have meaning," she finally said. I tilted my head to the side curiously. "Homemade gifts always hold a lot of meaning, at least at my house. You guys can buy whatever your heart desires. That's got to get boring after awhile. But making him something... he's going to treasure that forever."

"Make him something..." I repeated. "What do you suggest Hyeja? I'm at a loss here. It's like my brain has turned to mush." She laughed, a sound I still adored, but for different reasons than before.

"I have some ideas," she said at last. "Wanna hear them?"

"Yes please," I responded eagerly, leaning forward in my seat. Time to show Yixing just how much he meant to me.

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Yixing's POV

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Ah Christmas. The one day a year everyone seemed to get along and leave us to have a peaceful day. This year would be extra special though. Mother, father, Luhan, and I were all on a plane and headed to Korea to spend the day with my boyfriend and his family. It would be magical.

"Did you remember your gift?" Mother asked me for the twentieth time. Let me tell you, finding something for Junmyeon proved more difficult than I first thought. Before we were dating, gift shopping had been so easy. But now every gift had even more meaning. I finally settled on something fairly simple, praying he'd love it. Luhan squeezed my shoulder, giving me a reassuring smile. Seriously I would never be able to function if he wasn't beside me all the time. He kept me sane most days.

The flight hadn't been that bad, but the drive from the airport to the Kims' palace felt like an eternity was passing by. I just wanted to be there already. I wanted my boyfriend. I watched the world outside speed by, listening as mother and father talked quietly back and forth.

Come on, I urged the universe. Hurry up.

Finally, finally, the limo sent for us passed the gates and into a circular driveway I was all too familiar with. The usual explosion of butterflies in my stomach appeared, and I prayed that feeling would never stop. As soon as the limo was stopped I was out, running up the guards while my family shouted at me to wait behind them. But I just couldn't anymore. I burst into the main hallway, looking around. Entrance to the ball room, empty. Throne room, empty. Dining hall, empty.

"Yixing!" I heard above me. I glanced up as Junmyeon bounded down the stairs, practically flying over them. I braced for impact, and soon enough he plowed into me. I laughed and laughed, sweeping him off his feet and twirling him around, feverishly kissing him in the process. "I missed you," he mumbled against my lips. I set him back on his feet, finally breaking apart.

"I missed you too," I replied. "Merry Christmas Junnie." The sparkle in his eyes could rival all the lights in Seoul, and I briefly wondered how I ever thought I could live without it. Without him. "I have something for you," I added, patting the bag on my back. He took my hand in his and pulled me up the stairs.

"I have something for you too," he said, though now he sounded shy and reserved. I chuckled to myself. He was positively adorable. We climbed up all the stairs until we reached the very top. The master bedroom. His bedroom. He opened the doors, and I gazed around in wonder. A large, very real, Christmas tree dominated one wall, decked out in silver and gold ornaments and tinsel. A few wrapped gifts sat beneath. Overheard were fairy lights, dazzling with their multicolors. He grabbed a present out from under the tree, a medium sized one wrapped in green with a red bow on top. He set it on his bed. "One at a time or together?" he asked.

"One at a time," I replied, slinging my backpack off and setting it beside his gift. "And I want you to open first." I pulled out two things. "One is from Ying Yue," I explained when he shot me a questioning look. "She says to enjoy. But she didn't tell me what it was." I held the smaller of the two out to him. He took it with careful hands, examining it. He peeled away the paper. Then he turned it so I can see. "Oh my," I said.

"I love it," he breathed. I had to admit, that was a good one. And she had some real skill I didn't know of. He hugged it to his chest. "Tell her thank you for me?" he asked, setting the frame down on his nightstand. A very lifelike sketch of me stared back, extremely detailed and extremely well done. It was the perfect thing for him. I handed over my gift next, which he wasted no time opening.

"I hope you like it," I suddenly blurted, some doubt creeping in. He studied the object in his hands for a few moments. Then his eyes filled with tears and he laughed a little, swiping at them.

"Oh my god Yixing of course I like it," he said. "I love it. Are you kidding me?" He turned it around so I could see. My smile turned fond watching him. A new shirt to add to his collection. This one white with simple black lettered writing. But they were some of the most important words ever said to me.

You're the light of my life. Always have been. Always will.

"God, I hope mine is good then," he said, carefully setting the shirt down like it was made of glass. He held the package out to me. "I hope you like it," he mumbled as I tore into the paper. I opened the box slowly, and the last thing I expected to see was a photo album. I pulled it out, soaking in the words on the front.

My life. My everything. My Yixing.

I turned a few pages and saw the photos. Us the first week we met formally. Him a suit that looked too big on him to be comfortable, me matching him. Sitting in the gardens together. A few selfies and candid shots. A beautiful photo of us dancing at my wedding with Ying Yue, looking like we belonged together from the beginning. I read over the captions, a lump forming in my throat with each one.

The first week we knew each other. And the moment I knew I was in love with you.

"Out here we are not King and Prince. We are just Junmyeon and just Yixing"

One of the hardest days for us both, but I'm so grateful for both our girls, without whom we wouldn't be where we are now.

I love you Yixing. I love you, I love you, I love you.

I finally stumbled across a series of blank pages. I arched an eyebrow. Surely more photos of us existed somewhere. But then I read the caption on this page.

I can't wait to make even more memories with you Xing. I love you so much. And Merry Christmas. Junnie.

"Perfect," I whispered, sitting it down and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He buried his face in my chest and for so long we stood there, soaking in each other's presence and digesting everything that we'd seen today. "Thank you," I murmured, kissing the top of his head. "That's perfect. I can't wait until the day this book is filled with memories of us." I gently tilted his chin to look at me. "Filled with memories of you. I love you Junnie. So fucking much."

"I love you too Xing," he responded. We pulled apart at last, and I took his hand in mine. We rejoined our families downstairs. My boyfriend and I, our parents, and Heechan and Luhan all together for the holidays.

Best Christmas ever.

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I thought you guys might like a chapter of pure fluff. And hey. Bonus Chanbaek. Everyone wins!