✔️ Appa Kissed Santa? ➳ vmin

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"Gukkie's asleep?"

Taehyung's voice was barely audible beneath the fake white beard hanging loosely from his mouth. Jimin couldn't help but snort at how ridiculous his husband looked in that oversize Santa costume.

The outfit was two sizes too big for Taehyung –FUN-cy Dress's only had XL left, what you get for 'spontaneous brainwaves' 2 days before Christmas– and it sagged from his body like a gigantic crimson gunny sack. An awkward bulge protruded from his stomach, marking the spot where Jimin had stuffed in the padding for Santa's renowned belly. His pants, despite the elastic band kept slipping off his hips every few minutes, the fabric pooling at his ankles.

(Jimin had stuffed a fist into his mouth to stifle a guffaw when SanTae tripped over his own pants and went crashing into the Christmas tree, getting a snowman ornament stuck up his ass in the process. Mercifully, Jeongguk was too preoccupied with a singing Ironman to register any yelled profanities.)

Taehyung scowled up at a bemused Jimin on the staircase landing, his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.

"Kim Jimin," he huffed and blew the bobble of his flimsy Santa hat out of his face. "Is that how you appreciate my effort in awakening the Christmas spirit inside our son?"

Jimin only laughed harder, and Taehyung fought to maintain his grumpy expression because really those chortles were too contagious, reminding him of those radio jingles you couldn't help but sing along to.

"You look like you went to a Santa strip club and mixed up suits after hooking up."

Taehyung pouted and pointed at his feet. "You. Down here. Now."

"Why should I?"

"'Cause the mistletoe's down here."

He jabbed his thumb towards the boughs of holly hanging overhead, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. Jimin wedged his bottom lip between his teeth, the corner of his mouth curling into a mischievous grin.

"You could have just asked if you wanted a kiss, dumbass."

"But Jiminnie," whined Taehyung as he waved a hand in the direction of the Christmas wreath on the door. "We've got to follow the Christmas tradition!"

It took only Jimin a split second to reach Taehyung as he ran down the steps two at a time. The dim illumination bathed them in a soft glow, and when Taehyung leaned forward to pull Jimin close, they rested their foreheads together, lost in each other's eyes. Jimin's eyelashes fluttered as Taehyung's breath fanned across his face, comforting warmth radiating from the other's solid chest flushed against his own.

A strong arm encircled his waist, Taehyung pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin's pink mouth, small pecks that left Jimin yearning for more. Jimin giggled as Taehyung brushed his lips playfully over the lovely curve of Jimin's nose; over his pink-tinged cheeks; over his crinkled eyes. His teasing touch left Jimin's skin tingling, igniting a spark that fueled the burning flame inside him as he stared up at Taehyung through lidded eyes.

His hand made quick work of tugging down the scratchy beard as he brought a kiss to those sweet lips, and he felt Taehyung sigh into his mouth with pleasure. But then he pulled away abruptly, much to Taehyung's confusion and disappointment.

"Did you see that?" asked Jimin. "I swore that plant moved."

"Are you paying more attention to a plant than to SanTae?" Taehyung said with a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. "You wound me. No presents for you, Kim Jimin."

Jimin turned back to Taehyung with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Are you saying I'd been naughty?"

Taehyung chuckled deeply, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Oh, you'd been a very, very bad boy, Jimin."

They flirted all the way upstairs and by the time Jimin fell asleep wrapped in Taehyung's embrace, all he could think about was how much he loved Christmas – especially the presents.

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leaving room for imagination kids ;) so long since i wrote a kissing scene yikes

honestly this chapter's my favorite part of the whole story because i am so game for make out sessions (+ maybe more ;D)