My only wish this year | h.js x l.mh

My only wish (intro)

15.12.08

(note, the day of the month comes first it'll be like that for each date)
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I want someone to love me

Jisung sits by the fireplace, holding hot chocolate in his freezing hands, pikachu pajamas swallowing him whole. His parents pad into the room, festive Christmas socks clashing with their matching sweaters.

He cringes at the way his parents look, Jeans (And joggers for his dad) and ugly Christmas sweaters do not go with socks that have the grinch on them. But it's the Christmas spirit that matters to him, not the fact that the Christmas hat his mother shoved on his head is too small to fit him since it was his from two years ago (when his head was smaller and so was he).

Watching his parents has always made him feel at home, safe. Even when it was watching them tuck him in when he was six, helping him ride his bike (falling and injuring his knee when he saw them kiss) when he was seven, or even plugging in that nightlight and kissing him goodnight just a few days ago.

Jisung really loved his parents and the love they shared for each other, and he wished he'd find the perfect girl for him just like they found each other. He knew that he'd get it one day, but his eight year old brain couldn't seem to process that.

So when his parents came in with the parchment paper and a pen, he knew what it was time for.

'Jisung ah, we're sorry we're so late into the month with this'

'We're really sorry sweetie, but come on! Better late than never right!'

'Your moms right, come on over here and write your letter to Santa'

'Coming!'

He almost spills his half empty cup of hot chocolate, catching himself and carefully setting it on the coffee table before he rushes up and barely makes it into the seat at the kitchen table. He can hear his parents chuckling, but he doesn't care. They laugh even more when he makes grabby hands for the pen and paper, but hand it over anyway.

Someone to love me someone to hold.

He thinks of exactly what he wants to say before he writes out his letter because he only gets one shot at this, one opportunity, and he cannot mess up. He looks up, concentrating on what to write when he catches his parents hugging from the corner of his eyes. He looks up just in time to catch their quick peck before he yanks his head back down in the direction of the parchment paper, cheeks fuming from embarrassment and a tinge of excitement?

Dear Santa,

I know exactly what I want this year!! I just turned eight in September, but I know I've been a good boy! I've been so good all year Santa, I even helped the minho kid (he's ten) pick up his stuff when he dropped it!

Maybe we can be friends? Oh, I'm getting off track- that wasn't my wish Santa. My wish this year isn't big like it was all those other years, I won't wish for a big toy truck or for that big and new nerf gun or even for that new play station 3!!

That's how good of a boy I am! I promise I won't ask for anything too big!

This year I just want to find someone to like me like mommy and daddy like each other, that's not too big is it? I don't think so! I just want a special friend like mommy and daddy have.

Sincerely,
The goodest boy jisung