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(because you're a city of lights,)
Christmas is coming.
Lying idly on her side, Kim Taeyeon stares at the ornaments strewn on the wooden floorboards. Her arms are folded, eyes trained on the naked christmas tree that is partly hidden from sight by the heavy beige curtains. She is aware of the clock hands ticking away in the background, ears perked every now and then at the slightest sound that resembles footsteps.
Another minute crawls by.
Heaving a sigh, Taeyeon sits up on the couch, hands ruffling her hair in frustration. She could have finished decorating the christmas tree if someone had not objected. The unwelcome memory of him purposely buying a tree tall enough such that she can never reach the top of it flitted into her mind.
"I want to decorate it too. Can't let you have all the fun to yourself." That damn pout when he had said that. Needless to say, he got his way and lugged the huge christmas tree all the way back home, box-like grins way too infectious as she started laughing at his struggles.
Taeyeon has half the mind to get a chair and decorate the tree on her own, but she could already imagine the betrayed expression on his puppy-like features when he comes home and catches her red-handed. Groaning, she flops back onto the couch and kicks at the air, boredom driving her crazy.
"Ginger-yah!" Taeyeon abruptly yells.
No pitter-patter of paws against the floor. Taeyeon strains her neck to Ginger's favourite spot - the tiny bed cocoon that she made for him near the kitchen. The poodle is spotted wide awake, merely staring back at her with absolutely no intention of getting up. Taeyeon suddenly regrets buying him a new chew toy the other day.
The night is gradually turning chilly as Taeyeon grabs her knitted cardigan from where she had draped it over the couch. Just one hand into the left sleeve, the familiar melody of someone keying in the house passcode rang clearly in the otherwise quiet air.
Taeyeon didn't even bother getting her cardigan on properly. In a flash, she was clambering from the cushions to the door and (not before taking a quick peek at the door-hole in case she hugs the wrong person) throws herself at the guy who barely took a step in.
Byun Baekhyun's body tensed for a split second before he registered the situation and Taeyeon could feel the laughter threatening to bubble from his chest.
"Did someone miss me that much-"
"Shut up."
"Your cardigan is not even-"
"I said shut up."
Baekhyun chuckles before Taeyeon feels the welcomed warmth seeping through her pyjama shirt thanks to his hand that rubs her back consolingly. Without looking back, Baekhyun nudges the door close with his foot while dropping a quick peck on Taeyeon's forehead. He adjusts her cardigan with his lips stretched into a small, fond smile.
