Hwang Hyunjin

It was just 10 minutes past midnight as you and Hyunjin sat in the living room, wrapping up the kids’ Christmas presents so they could wake up and open them in the morning. Hyunjin sat on the couch while you sat on the rug next to the couch.

The room was dimly lit with the colorful lights on the Christmas tree and your three favorite scented candles that sat on the coffee table. Soft Christmas music played on the Bluetooth speaker connected to your phone in the background.

Hyunjin was barely alive at this point, an empty wine bottle sitting on the coffee table as his shirt and hair was covered in tape and thin ribbon curls. “There is not enough liquor on the planet to get me through the rest of this wrapping shit,” he groaned, but you just chuckled and shook your head, immersed in your present wrapping.

Hyunjin was rummaging through the bag of ribbons and bows, looking for another one to give you as you finished wrapping another present. Then, he found a bow that was your favorite color, and grinned to himself. He took the bow and placed the sticky side on top of your head, your eyes snapping wide as your focus clicked from the present to the decorative bow on your head.

Hyunjin chuckled and leaned back against the couch as he looked at you, “That bow suits you,” he teased, reaching into the bag and pulling out some matching ribbons and wrapping paper. “Will you be my Christmas present, baby?” He asked, tilting his head, his words slurred just slightly.