Dancing King

Chapter 25

Who wants to read about Christmas in May? Cause I sure do let's go.

Holy crap two thousand reads. Thank you! I never pictured Dancing King to get to this point, so once again I'm blown away.

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Yixing's POV

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It was finally Christmas, which honestly had become one of my least favorite holidays. Mainly because it was just mom and I in a sea of a thousand unfamiliar faces. It was always a constant reminder of things I dreamed of but could never have. So for the first time in quite awhile, I felt...almost happy about the holiday.

I woke Junmyeon up somewhere around eight after having been up for a little while. Then I forced him into a festive sweater with me, which caused a lot of complaining, but he looked absolutely adorable in a blue sweater with little penguins on it. Mine was green with snowmen, and when I pointed out we kind of matched, he grew into a quiet, blushing mess.

"So mom really said we could join you guys today?" he asked, perched on the edge of my bed, swinging his feet even though they touched the floor. "And why didn't you wake me up? You said you would." I shrugged.

"You were peaceful," I replied, turning back to my mirror, running a comb through my hair. I needed to get it trimmed soon. It was beginning to get long. "I didn't feel like disturbing you. What, getting sick of me already?" I watched him in the mirror. Watched his lips tick in a bashful smile and his small kicks cease. Watched the way his hands went from bracing himself on either side of him to neatly folded on his lap. I chuckled. He was so freaking adorable sometimes. Seriously, how was I so lucky to get blessed with this boy in my life?

"I love being with you," he piped up. Music to my ears. "It's kind of crazy to think about, isn't it? Two months ago we hardly knew each other, but now..." He trailed off, tilting his head and studying me. I caught his gaze in the mirror. He turned a pretty pink and averted his gaze. My stomach gave a little kick. It went unspoken between the two of us, but I could tell we were both thinking similarly.

Now I can't imagine a life without you in it.

"Are you ready to spend Christmas with us?" I asked him, deciding to put the heavy stuff on the back burner for now. There were many months to get sappy and emotional. Today shouldn't be one of those days. "I know I am," I added, spinning to face him at last. "It's the first time in a few years I've looked forward to today."

"Because of me?" he asked, his eyes widening comically, filled with wonder. I chuckled, striding across the small space and planting a kiss to his forehead. He briefly closed his eyes, a serene sort of smile morphing his features. He looked softer somehow, if that was even possible. "You don't like Christmas?" he asked instead, opening his eyes, this time confusion taking over. I sighed, seating myself beside him.

"I haven't for awhile," I admitted. He frowned thoughtfully, but thankfully didn't say much else in regards to it. Most people reacted in outrage. "I love Mom, and the fact I have her is a blessing, don't get me wrong. That's not it at all. I'm lucky she loves me so much. It's just... It's hard to feel jolly when you're homesick and heartsick for something you can never have. But..." I peeked at him. He was listening intently, almost leaning over. "This year I have you. My bright little spark in my darkness."

"Stop," he said, lightly pushing me. I laughed at him, but I meant every word of it. Aside from the tunnel and my boys, Junmyeon was the best thing that happened to me while I was here. I didn't even know I needed something like this. This deep personal connection with another being. Someone to share thoughts and feelings, dreams and fears with. Something tangible to show me this was all worth something. "Well... I'm glad," he said at last, cuddling up to me, leaning his head on my shoulder. I snaked an arm around his waist. "I'm glad," he repeated. "I really hope after this year you keep a little of this magic with you." He tapped my chest, right over my heart.