Favorite Crime | Lee Taeyong x reader

merry christmas, idiot

You awoke on Christmas morning solely because of the smell of freshly fried bacon that wafted through the house. It raised you from the dead, that is your slumber and brought you down to the living room while you were still in your pyjamas.

When you were younger, you would get up at six in the morning on Christmas day, and proceed to wake everyone else up with you, but over the years as you had grown older, the prospect of gifts had become much less appealing and the idea of sleeping in had become much more. Thus, you had caught up on some much needed sleep, waking up at ten in the morning instead.

Emerging into the room, you sat by the kitchen island as your mother slid a plate filled with assorted breakfast foods as she wished you a Merry Christmas. Breakfast was a quick affair and soon you were sitting by the tree with your family.

Your mother loved the lipsticks you had gotten her, along with the baking tins you had bought. Your father was pleased with the leather wallet you had bought for him, saying something about his old one practically falling apart.

Your parents had gotten you some journals, because they knew you liked to write. After thanking them for it, you went back up to your childhood room, placing it on your desk and opening your closet.

From behind all the clothes sat a present that had been wrapped neatly, you had even put a bow on top for shits and giggles. It was rectangular in shape, not small but neither was it huge. Taking out a card, you stuck it on, writing Taeyong's name on it as neatly as you could and placing it to the side.

After you had changed into something more presentable, you put the present in a plain white bag and walked back downstairs.

"Hey Mom I'm-"
"Going to the Lee's?" She smiled, giving you a knowing look. You returned the smile sheepishly, nodding, "Yeah I'll be back later."

"Wouldn't be surprised if you didn't," she said truthfully, "You practically lived there when you were younger anyways, you're more their daughter than ours, come to think of it, we should adopt Taeyong."

You rolled your eyes, walking out of your house and to his. It was a route you knew at the back of your hand, even if you didn't travel it everyday anymore. Knocking on the door, you took a step back, playing with the paper handles of the bag. You hoped he'd like what you got him.

Taeyong opened the door, a smile stretching out on his lips when he saw you. He wore an ugly Christmas sweater, one so obnoxious it even had little led lights on it. You walked straight into his arms and he hugged you back.

"Coming in?" He asked into your hair and you nodded, walking into his own living room. You knew exactly what would unfold now, since you had spent so many winter holidays in this house. His mother would come out with hot chocolate with a candy cane dipped into it, his sister would complain about how she got the ugliest sweater and his father laughing along.

"Honey! Try this would you? Taeyong never gives me a proper review," he complained, shoving a plate with a piece of brownie on it. Taeyong protested at this accusation and you laughed, taking a bite, humming in approval.

"As always, it's great Mrs. Lee, I like the chopped walnuts."

"Bless you child, now run off." She shooed you away and you laughed, following your best friend up to his room.

It was the same, you didn't know why this surprised you everytime you acknowledged it. His ceiling still had those glow in the dark stars you had helped him stick on when the two of you were twelve, his bed sheet was still that stupid Lightning Mcqueen themed one. Sitting down on it, he disappeared back downstairs and came back up with a present, handing it to you with a bright smile on his face.