Modern Day Santa Claus

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Chapter 2

"Holy sh—"

"I don't think that language is gonna please the kids." He completely cut off Jae's sentence before she could finish it.

Jae's eyes were still as wide as saucers. Oh no. She can't even begin to wonder how the hell they ended up in this awkward situation right here. She was mentally cursing herself, again and again. Why are you making such a fool of yourself in front of such a beautiful man?

She couldn't help it. "Holy he—"

"Again. Language," the young man cut her off, again.

Jae didn't know what else to do so she scrambled away from the beautiful, gorgeous—Oh man, his face was a damn good weapon. She tried to get a hold of herself, to snap out of her thoughts. But this man wasn't making it easy.

The young man easily eased off the floor, making Jae remember just how clumsy and idiotic she was for tackling him to the ground. She hoped they'd met in a different situation. He was rubbing his wrists and Jae flushed in slight embarrassment, though she tried to quickly cover it up with an apathetic smile.

Was she really that heavy? Oh gods, this really isn't working well in her favor.

"Seeing as though you're still daydreaming, I'm gonna bid you goodbye." The young man dusted himself off and then went to grab the sack near the wall. "Tell Mrs. Smith her cookies were lovely for me." His lips twitched on one side and Jae was still trying to pull her head to the ground.

Without even thinking, Jae inelegantly pushed herself off the floor and ran towards between him and the sack. Her arms were raised, blocking his way. The man raised an eyebrow while Jae was ineffectively trying to mentally slap herself.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"You can't possibly trespass just to eat some cookies!" Finally, Jae managed to say the words aloud.

"Oh, right." The man snapped his fingers. He sidestepped Jae, who went still as a stone the moment he stepped forward, and grabbed his sack. Jae moved her legs and stepped away, silently watching the man. The man opened the sack and brought out five different gifts in different sizes but all packed in the same wrapper, and placed them under the Christmas tree. "Thanks for reminding me," he said to Jae, who stood there, gawking.

"You're kidding me, right?" Jae asked. "You can't possibly be Santa Claus. Santa Claus doesn't exist!"

A flicker of pain crossed the man's face and Jae instantly regretted saying those words. But his expression was flattened into apathy the next second. "I don't have to explain myself to you. I shouldn't even be in a house this long. You just ruined my schedule."

"What do you even use for transportation? There are millions of kids around the world!"

"Like I said, I don't have to explain myself to you. Goodbye." The man carried the sack in one hand and then picked up his hat that was still lying on the floor. The moment he put on his hat, he vanished.

Jae blinked. And blinked a few times more. "Oh gods," she muttered to herself. Was she dreaming? She wasn't, was she? There was no way the man had disappeared right in front of her, right? She must be dreaming! Jae shook her head. She glanced at the door. It was still closed. She checked the doorknob. It was locked.

"There's no way he's Santa Claus." Yeah, he was too hot to be Santa Claus. Jae shook her head once again. She must've been so tired to have hallucinated a hot Santa Claus. Her legs were stiff as she headed to the couch and dived right into it. Tiredness immediately took over as she slept soundly.