↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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San always thought he was pretty pathetic when he begged, but this was downright humiliating.

"Yeosang, you piece of flaming horse shit- switch Secret Santa's with me."

"That's a new one." Hongjoong hummed thoughtfully, smiling over at the two of them from the kitchen.

He was making gingerbread cookies, the front of his apron dusted with flour, and as much as San loved gingerbread cookies, he was teaming up with Yeosang in just about everything he was saying, and that was always the fucking worst.

He turned around on the couch to glare at the eldest, meeting his eyes from over the countertops.

"You stay out of this. We're in the middle of a business negotiation."

"Negotiating takes two willing parties." Hongjoong snorted, eyeing Yeosang playfully.

"He's plenty willing."

"I'm really not." Yeosang laughed, running a hand back through his silver hair to keep it out of his face as he adjusted his glasses, gaze refocusing on the book laid out across his knees.

San had tried stealing it away when the conversation first started, but it seemed Yeosang was determined to ignore whatever San was trying to propose.

"I don't want to switch Secret Santa's. I was lucky enough to get Mingi, and I'm sorry that you aren't happy that you got your boyfriend as well."

San blushed despite his earnest attempt not to.

"He's not my boyfriend."

Yeosang gave him a half assed look from over the top of his glasses.

"If you say so." He shrugged, and even though he stayed quiet San could tell that he knew, was aware of why this was such an issue.

San wouldn't have been surprised if everyone but Wooyoung knew at that point.

He turned back around to Hongjoong, completely rotating his body so that his chest was pressed into the back of the couch, arms dangling over the edge.

He watched Hongjoong for a moment, silent as the elder rolled out the dough over the counter and ducked out of sight in search of the cookie cutters.

"What about you, hyung?" He asked expectantly, huffing out a laugh when Hongjoong jumped up suddenly, popping his head out with a wide gaze.

"What about me?"

"Who do you have?"

He hesitated, lips pulling together in a silent struggle.

"Seonghwa."

San gasped aloud, slapping the top of the couch loud enough to send Yeosang's book tumbling to the floor.

The other glared at him, dumbfounded as he hastily tried to retrace his page.

"That's perfect! I could get him a gift easily. Why don't we trade?"

"I don't wanna trade." Hongjoong answered simply, rubbing his face into the crook of his arm, successfully smearing flour across his right cheek.