Under the mistletoe ||Choi Yeonjun✔️

15

DAMI'S POV

The week went by way too fast for my liking. Way too fast. Jungwon gets back tonight and this whole week that he was gone, Yeonjun and I hung out every single day, and wow... I really fucking missed him.

But I surprised myself by how I was genuinely excited to see Jungwon again. He was really sweet over the phone every time we talked. He's a sweet talker, he's very appreciative, I guess. And he compliments me a lot. It feels nice knowing someone likes me that much.

Then there's Yeonjun. Who's currently picking out popcorn from my hair. Popcorn that he threw at me. "I think I got the last of it," he mumbled, ruffling my hair.

I picked out more from the ends of my hair. "Really?" I asked, giving him a blank look and throwing it on his head instead.

"Sorry," he chuckled, taking out whatever was left of it.

"What do you want to watch?" he asked, grabbing the remote. We've been here, chilling in my living room since noon.

"I want to sleep," I sighed, tossing the blanket onto the couch and standing up, wanting to go up to my room and take a nap.

"No!" he yelled.

I jumped because that was unnecessarily loud. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down beside him, clicking play on Tangled. "T'll stick around just because you played Tangled." I grabbed the blanket, pulling it over myself. "Then after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking," I mumbled along with the song, leaning my head on his shoulder.

He chuckled, "Paper mache, a bit of ballet, and chess," he sang.

I laughed, looking up at him. "Aw, look at you," I taunted. "Knowing and loving Disney from the bottom of your heart."

"Dami," he shook his head, licking his lips and trying not to smile, but failing. It made his dimple pop up.

"I like your dimple," I said, reaching up and poking it with my finger. It was out of instinct. I don't know what this instinct or habit if you will, is. I don't know how I've developed it either. Whenever I like something on him, whether that be clothes, his hair, his dimple, his tattoo, I touch it. I always fucking touch it.

"I like yours," he said, facing me. "It's a lot smaller than mine though," he smirked.

"I'm smaller than you, makes sense," I shrugged.

He chuckled, straightening himself up and sitting upright. He's been shifting around for a while, he probably wants to lie down. I've been lying down and sitting, back and forth between the two, but that's only cause I'm still able to fit with both of us on the couch.

He can't fit like that.

"Do you want to lie down?" I laughed.

"Yes," he nodded, laughing while leaning his head back.

"Why didn't you just say so?" I stood up, gathering the blanket in my hands. He lay down, putting his right arm under his head, the left one on his chest. "Do you want anything to eat?" I offered

He shook his head in response, looking at the screen. I went to sit on the other part of the couch but he grabbed the blanket and yanked it, pulling me backward with it. I clicked my tongue, turning to him.

"Where are you going?"

"Over there." I pointed to the seat I was heading to.

"No," he shook his head, pulling me down, seating me beside his legs.

"You want me to watch the whole movie like this?"

"No, you can lay down," he smirked.

"On the coffee table?"