BTSxLittle ⚠️ Triggers ⚠️
References to self harm, suicide, abuse, rape. If you feel like you may be triggered, please do not read as there will be triggers in basically every chapter. This isn't going to be a super happy story, but it also won't b...
Sorry this is delayed, my own Christmas has been very complicated and I just didn't have the right mindset to try and write.
Namjoon's POV
"She's finally asleep with Tae, I don't know how long it'll last though, she was very reluctant to sleep in case she misses Santa." I chuckle as I flop down onto the sofa.
Gracie has been super hyped up all day, and that's without letting her have any Christmas treats, though I have a suspicion Jungkook may have slipped them both a few sugary snacks. Now that she was finally asleep we could finally finish wrapping up her gifts and putting them under the tree.
Both Yoongi and I set to work hauling down the large amount of gifts for both Grace and Gracie that still needed wrapping, which Jin had explicitly said I wasn't allowed to help with, something about me being clumsy...
Jimin and Jungkook sit together wrapping the presents in two sets of paper so we can distinguish which set is for Grace and which is for Gracie, and Hobi and Jin are sat adoring the newly wrapped presents with extravagant bows and ribbons.
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"Do you think it's enough?" Jimin asks worriedly. He more than anyone loves spoiling Grace and Gracie, insisting that anything she wants, she can have, and whilst she is getting better at asking for the things she would like, he definitely doesn't get to spoil her as often as he'd like.
"Jimin, it'll be plenty. You know exactly what she'll say when she sees all this." I say raising an eyebrow, knowing full well she's going to claim it's too much and she doesn't deserve it.
"I just want her to be happy, this is her first Christmas with us, and I want her to be spoilt like she should have been before..." Jimin stops as he remembers why she'd had a few less than ideal Christmas experiences, tears welling in his eyes as he shakes his head.
Jungkook leans over and pulls Jimin into a tight hug.
"She'll love it, you're her ChimChim and just that is enough for her." Jungkook assured him warmly.
I feel my own tears forming at the interaction in front of me. The youngers of our family have really matured into such caring men since Grace entered our lives, we have all changed in some way, but the comforting words that Jungkook just spoke to Jimin really solidifies how perfectly she fit into and changed our lives.
Jin's POV
"Yoongi, Hobi and Jimin I need your help in the kitchen. If we start prep for dinner now, we can spend more time as a family tomorrow." I explain firmly. "Yoongi peel potatoes, Jimin you're on carrots and broccoli, Hobi you're making the stuffing, I'll sort the chickens."
"What about me Hyung?" Namjoon asks eagerly, clearly wanting some part in the preparations.
"Why don't you and Jungkook...uh...go and get Gracie's Christmas stocking and fill it with her little gifts for the morning?" I encourage, not wanting to crush his enthusiasm by being a Gordon Ramsey and telling him to get the fuck out of my kitchen.
"Uh...about that..." Jungkook starts sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What about that?" I ask sternly.
"Well...we may or may not have...eaten some of the treats already?" Jungkook mumbles hoping I won't catch it.
"Well you're lucky I prepared for such events and got double of everything." I scold heading towards the forbidden cupboard that even Yoongi doesn't dare go into.
I thrust a bag of new treats into Namjoon's hands and look pointedly at Jungkook, my look alone saying enough.
Yoongi's POV
"Ya, why am I stuck peeling all of these? Why can't I do the carrots like Jimin?" I whine, it's late and I'm tired.
"Because we're doing roast potatoes and mashed, and there's eight of us, so that requires a lot of potatoes." Jin scoffs whilst rubbing butter into the skins of three chickens.
"But why both types? Surely one would have done?" I question, my back starting to ache a little from leaning over the sink.
"Gracie doesn't like roast potatoes, she likes mash, and I don't know who we will have at dinner tomorrow, so we're doing both." Jin says sharply as he slaps a hand on one of the chickens for emphasis.
"If you'd have explained that before, I wouldn't have complained." I sigh rolling my eyes with a small smile. I'd do anything for that girl, anything to make her happy, anything to give her an ounce of the happiness she gives to all of us. Despite everything she's been through, she's still such a pure soul, the rainbow after a storm. I'm not one to believe in destiny, but I can't help but feel like we were all meant to find her, and she was meant to find all of us.
Jungkook's POV
"Rock paper scissors?" I ask quietly to Namjoon as we stand outside Grace's room deciding who's going to go in and get her stocking off the end of her bed.
"Maknae, get your ass in there and get the stocking." Namjoon instructs, essentially pulling rank because he's my Hyung.
I sigh as my shoulders sag in defeat. I quietly open the door without a sound, scanning quickly through the low glow of her night light to check she's still asleep with Tae. When the coast is clear, I silently step into her room and begin my slow and careful quest to get the stocking.
Just as I turn to face the door once I've acquired the stocking, I hear the one thing I didn't want to, Grace stirring.
I freeze and hope that it's just her turning in her sleep, but I'm very much mistaken.
"S-santa?" Comes a tired little voice from behind me.
Shit, shit, shit!
"Uh..." I panic.
"Santa, you bwing Gracie pwesents?" She asks softly and eagerly.
I don't want to ruin the illusion for her, but I do not look like Santa, not even close. I quickly think, and praying that the night light isn't giving anything away, I action my solution.
"Yes Gracie, but you should be asleep little one. Close your eyes and go back to sleep, all your presents will be there in the morning." I say deeply, lowering my voice as much as I can, sweat starting to form on my brow.
"Otay Santa...tank you..." she mumbles sweetly, her voice filled with sleep.
When I'm happy that's she's fallen back to sleep, I quickly tip toe out of the room and into the hallway where Namjoon is looking at me like I'm nuts.
"Dude, what took you so long? And why are you sweating?" He scoffs, looking at me like I'm insane.
"Next year, we hang this on the door." I huff before heading back downstairs.
