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Hajun has nice lips.
This is what Eden has realized after he found himself thinking about how plump and soft they look for the twentieth time since their makeup artist made Hajun wear that shiny, strawberry-scented lip gloss for their photo shoot two days ago. Then again, Eden is convinced that Hajun is the personification of all things wonderful. From his voice that suits his tastes and to his everything really, if Eden is being honest. He just knows that if ever the others find out what he’s thinking, he’ll be accused of discriminating against the non-Kyeon Hajuns again. But well, it’s Hajun, so they should just suck it up.
Anyway, the point is that Hajun has very nice, very kissable lips, and boy, does Eden want to. Kiss him, that is. So bad.
Which is exactly the reason why he’s currently standing in the middle of their living room, directing both Jaehee and Dobin — Hajun has been dragged by Yehyun to the grocery store that morning, which is just perfect for Eden to be able to enact his plans — with the seriousness of a military general to hang as much mistletoe as they can cram in their place.
“Isn’t it easier to just ask Hajun-hyung for a kiss?” Dobin whines as he drags a chair from the kitchen. “You’re his boyfriend.”
He’s right, of course. Eden can just easily ask his boyfriend — and wow, Eden still gets giddy all over when someone refers to Hajun as his even after almost a year of dating — for one and be done with it. Besides, the worst his Jun-ah can do is say no, which he will never, so there’s really no need for Eden to go through all this trouble.
But.
And that’s a very big but.
Eden prides himself as a romantic, and Hajun deserves to be kissed senseless under the most romantic of conditions. That, and Eden really wants to see his Jun-ah all cute and flustered once he’s caught him under a mistletoe, thank you very much. Although neither of those things will happen if they don’t finish decorating before Hajun comes back from grocery shopping.
So instead of giving a proper response to Dobin’s words, Eden just clicks his tongue, looking at their resident Golden Retriever with feigned pity. “You poor thing. This is why you’re still single. You don’t have any romantic bone in your body at all.”
Dobin grumbles, carefully stepping onto the chair in an effort to reach the highest spot of the door frame, “What’s romantic about kissing under a poisonous plant? I don’t get it.”
“It’s tradition, Dobin. Tradition.” Eden rolls his eyes, tossing a cluster of mistletoe towards the other. “And they’re all plastic anyway. Now, stop complaining, and just do what I tell you.”
“Wait, hyung!” Jaehee exclaims from where he’s seated on the floor, rummaging through the box of Christmas trinkets and decorations with enough fervor that Eden is a little worried he’ll break the glass ornaments stashed inside it. “This is all wrong!”
At that, Eden lets out a long suffering sigh. “Are you also against me, youngest?”
“Never,” Jaehee answers almost instinctively, shaking his head in the negative. “But we can’t use these.”
“It’s fine. I know they’re old, but they’re still usable.” Eden waves a hand in dismissal before turning to the other person in the room, his voice rising. "Dobin, it’s off center. Move it a little to the left."
"I just did!"
"Not that left. Your other left."
"My other —" Dobin splutters, throwing a glare his way, but since it’s Kim Dobin, it’s wholly ineffective and just made him look like an angry puppy instead of anything intimidating. Still, Eden almost feels proud at the audacity. "You’re messing with me. You’re messing with me, aren’t you?"
“Just do it, you brat.” Eden orders. Then, to Jaehee, he says, “And you, go grab the rest of those mistletoe and put them in the dining area.”
“But hyung —”
“Youngest,” Eden shushes. “I love and adore you, not as much as Jun-ah, of course, but now is not the time. Your hyung is doing his best to get as many kisses from Jun-ah as possible.”
“What about me? Don’t you love me?” Dobin asks with a grin full of mischief as he climbs down from the chair, skipping over to him.
“Know your place, Dobin.” Eden snaps, reaching out to ruffle the younger’s hair and making him giggle. Well, isn’t this brat cute?
“Hyung, please listen to me.” Jaehee is nearly pleading as he grabs one of his arms, shaking him roughly, and Eden finds himself wondering when the youngest became so strong.
“Youngest, I will listen to you after you hang these by the kitchen doorway.” Eden says almost distractedly, shoving an armful of Christmas decorations unto Ryu Jaehee. “Now, shoo.”
“Fine.” Jaehee groans. “Don’t regret it later,” he warns before stomping heavily to the direction of the kitchen.
“Ayaa,” Eden huffs. “Look at that kid,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head in disapproval at the youngest’s actions. Seriously. Eden is starting to think he’s not getting the respect he deserves in this household.
He’ll have to talk to them about that at their next group meeting. Before that, however, they really need to finish decorating the place. They’ve been at it for almost an hour, and Hajun — Yehyun too, but he’s not Eden’s boyfriend, so he doesn’t give a flying fuck if Seo Yehyun comes back later — will be home anytime soon, so they really have to hurry.
Thankfully, the last of the holiday decoration has been hung when the sound of a car engine signalling Hajun’s return reaches their ears.
“Jun-ah, welcome back,” Eden greets warmly the moment the door opens to reveal his boyfriend, unable to hide the dopey grin on his face at the sight of his most favorite person. Really. Kyeon Hajun just brings him such peace and contentment that his fierce persona basically evaporates in his presence.
The others will undoubtedly make fun of him for being a lovesick fool later — in fact, he can already hear Kim Dobin and Ryu Jaehee fake gagging in the background — but whatever. His reputation can go to hell for all he cares. The world is round, Reve is always charting, and Yoon Eden is a simp for Kyeon Hajun. So what? He’s proud of it.
“I’m home,” Hajun says, and Eden’s eyes automatically zero in on his lips, following their movement as they shape each syllable of what he’s saying.
'Damn,' Eden finds himself cursing inwardly. It should be illegal for someone so gorgeous to have such pretty lips. Being good-looking and kissable at the same time is just overkill. Don’t even get him started on Hajun’s singing voice. That’s the kind of thing people go to war for, and Eden certainly does. Just look at his burner social media account.
“I see the three of you worked hard decorating the place,” Hajun’s amused voice effectively cuts through Eden’s train of thought, reminding him of why their share-house is basically vomiting the Spirit of Christmas in the first place.
“Oh, right. Jun-ah, come over here.” Eden directs even as he reaches out to hold Hajun by the hand, pulling towards the center of the living room, exactly beneath the five clusters of mistletoe hanging overhead.
He looks at Hajun expectantly.
Hajun stares back at him with his clear brown eyes.
“Eden, what is it? What are you doing?” Hajun asks, his soft brown hair swaying gently as he tilts his head to the side in question.
“Jun-ah, look up.” he directs with a grin that spells anticipation and mischief.
Hajun blinks, and Eden watches as his long lashes touch his upper cheeks. “What should I be looking at?”
“Uh,” Eden scratches the back of his neck, his grin growing a bit crooked. He wonders if Hajun doesn’t know about the tradition. It’s a foreign one after all. “The mistletoe.”
“Eden,” Hajun begins slowly, unconsciously running his tongue over his lower lip.
“Hm?” Eden follows the motion with a hungry gaze even as he hums in response.
“Those are not mistletoe,” Hajun finally says, his lilting voice soft but with a hint of amusement as he continues, “They’re holly.”
Silence.
Absolute and total silence.
Eden opens and closes his mouth.
Then —
“What!? No way!”
The corners of Hajun’s lips curl upwards in gentle fondness, his eyes bright. It’s a sight that would have easily brought Eden to his knees if Seo Yehyun hadn't decided that it’s the perfect time to make his presence known.
“Mistletoes don't have spiky leaves,” Yehyun deadpans as he shoulders past them and towards their kitchen, multiple bags of groceries in each hand. “And they typically have white berries.”
“Wait. Really?” Eden stares at Yehyun’s back with wide eyes, and at Hajun’s answering nod, he whirls towards Jaehee with an accusing glare. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I tried!” Jaehee exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air. “Many times!”
Hajun giggles then, the sound akin to the sound of a hundred, small tinkling bells, and fuck, Eden is so in love with him, he’ll readily give him the PIN of his debit card if Hajun ever asks. He’ll even throw in his credit card as a bonus.
“So what about my kiss?” Eden scowls despite his mortification. “I worked really hard today.”
“You didn’t though? All you did was order us around,” Dobin points out, the younger diving behind Jaehee with a terrified squeak after Eden gave him the coldest glare he can muster at the moment.
"Brat, don't you know that's the hardest part?" Eden asks as he moves to grab Dobin and give him a good noogie. However, he's only able to take a half a step when he feels a tug on the hem of his sweatshirt.
“Eden-ah,” Hajun calls out. He sounds a little hesitant, almost shy. Eden can’t look away.
“Yeah?” He asks.
The only response he gets is a slightly stronger pull on his shirt and the deep flush quickly spreading on Hajun’s cheeks as he leans closer.
Instinctively, Eden closes his eyes, his mind chanting a mantra of It’s happening. It’s happening! It’s —
Something cold touches his lips, the sensation causing his eyes to fly open. It takes him a while to realize that Hajun is pressing something on them.
Curious, Eden looks at what has been given to him, and what he finds makes him chuckle, heart full.
It is a kiss. The chocolate.
“Come help me with the groceries.” Hajun mutters as he pulls away, walking briskly towards the kitchen. The red decorating his cheeks have spread to his ears and down the back of his neck. Eden kind of wants to bite him.
Hajun will probably get a brain aneurysm if he does that in front of the others though, so instead he lets out a little sigh, a little helpless and plenty in love.
“Okay,” he says, popping the kiss in his mouth as he obediently follows after his muse like a sunflower starved for sunlight, stopping only when he hears Dobin whispering loudly to Ryu Jaehee.
“All that effort and Eden-hyung didn’t even get to kiss Hajun-hyung under the not-mistletoe? That’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Shut up, Dobin!”
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