Under the mistletoe ||Choi Yeonjun✔️

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DAMI'S POV

I was drying my hair with a towel when Yeonjun came bursting in through the door. "Jesus, what happened to you?" I chuckled, looking at him weirdly.

"Can I see your razor?"

"My what?" I looked at him utterly confused.

"Your razor." "Like... the razor I use to shave my legs?" He nodded. "It's in the shower. Why?" He walked past me and into the bathroom, pulling the curtain away.

He then closed the curtain and stared at the ground seeming lost. "What's wrong with you?" I questioned, tossing my towel in the laundry hamper.

"Nothing," he shook his head, avoiding my eyes.

"Yeonjun." I walked over to him, making him look at me.

"What the hell happened?"

He sighed and it seemed like whatever it was, he didn't want to tell me. "There's um- there's a women's razor sitting in the guest bathroom." My brows furrowed. "In the shower. Not a spare one kept in a cabinet, a used one in the shower." Both of our noses scrunched up in disgust.

"What?" I sputtered.

"It's pink and white. Yours is black and blue."

"It's a men's razor, it gives me a smoother shave," I shrugged.

"Whatever. Who's razor is that?" he asked.

"I don't know, I didn't even know it was there," I scoffed. He took me to the guest bathroom and pushed the curtain back. I spotted it on the shelf, even more, confused if that was possible. "That's a women's razor.

Nobody uses this bathroom apart from guests and we haven't had any guests. Especially a woman, so who's razor would be-" I stopped rambling. "U-unless my father has um, brought a woman over," I mumbled. He looked down at me with somewhat pity and that just confirmed my doubts even more. "Do you think my father is seeing someone?" I asked.

Suddenly the air in the room didn't feel like it was enough. "I don't know," he mumbled. "He could be. It's been two years, Dami," he whispered.

"So?" I scoffed. "He can't be with another woman after my mother, his wife died! How can he do that to her? To me? He can't be seeing someone else, he-"

"Calm down. Dami, calm down. Maybe he's not. Maybe there's another explanation to it, okay?"

"How can there be another explanation?!" I exclaimed.

"We don't know! Okay? Just... just calm down. We'll wait till he gets home, then you can ask him, okay?"

"Yeonjun, I-"

"Trust me." He grabbed either side of my face and my eyes zoned in on his face. "Calm down," he whispered.

I took a few deep breaths before looking down at the floor.

"What if he is seeing someone?" I asked both him and myself. He shook his head slowly, pulling me into a hug. This can't be happening. I haven't even fully dealt with my mother's death yet and he's already moving onto another woman? Unbelievable.

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"Hey honey, hi Yeonjun. Are you joining us for dinner today?" my father asked, walking in through the front door and setting his briefcase down on the kitchen counter.

"Uh, I'm actually staying the night, I hope that's okay?" Yeonjun asked, holding my hand tightly where we sat on the couch.

"Yeah, of course," my father grinned at him. "How was your kids' day?" he asked.