A Holly, Jolly Crisis

Chapter 6

"Ladies and gentlemen." Seokjin paused, frosting-covered spatula held before him like a microphone. "Friends and family, children of all ages – except no, that's a lie. No children should be participating in today's adults-only activities. They should all be in the basement watching Elf with Namjoon's grandma. Anyways, NOW!" he said, lifting the spoon overhead. "Now, is the moment you've all been waiting for!"

"Is the moment the one where you stop talking?" said Taehyung, lounged by the fireplace.

Jungkook snorted. "Burn."

"Wrong." Seokjin leveled the spoon at them both. "Just for that, Taehyung, you only get the brown sprinkles from Halloween. Namjoon!" he cried. "Take note."

Namjoon looked up, alarmed. "Take note of what?"

"Henceforth, Taehyung only gets the poop-colored sprinkles."

Jungkook leaned over to Taehyung. "I'll give you some of mine, bro."

"Tight," he said.

They fist-bumped.

Seokjin looked at the ceiling. "Anyways, where was I?"

"You were telling us the moment we're waiting for," said Hoseok, hip leaned against the counter. "We're all waiting with bated breath."

Namjoon snorted and you laughed, as Seokjin glowered in frustration.

"I expect this from the rest of these hooligans," he said, shooting you a disappointed look. "But not you, Y/N."

Weakly, you shrugged.

The annual holiday cookie competition was a longstanding tradition, hosted by the Kim house each year the weekend before Christmas. It had begun when your high school hosted a holiday bake sale and required each student to bring one kind of cookie to sell.

You'd all gathered at Namjoon's to bake and somehow, this had turned into an annual tradition. Seokjin – who was competitive about the most mundane things – assigned ratings the second year, which led to Hoseok declaring revenge in year three. For two months, he'd practiced making madeleines, but Seokjin stubbornly declared him only second place.

Ever since then, the cookie making had become an out-and-out war. More people joined as word of the event spread. Jungkook and Taehyung became contestants during college, along with Sara. This added unforeseen stress to the proceedings, since neither one of them could bake. Taehyung set his cookies on fire his second year, leading to a famed three-year ban he constantly sought to erase.

Yoongi was the last person from your group to join, but this was just as well, since Yoongi was an actual chef. It was usually down to him and Seokjin to win the grand prize. You'd been the one absent most recently, choosing to stay in LA over the holidays the last year.

Despite this, it was nice to gather in Namjoon's home again. His mom greeted you with the warmest of hugs, making you feel guilty you hadn't been around sooner. For two years, you'd been so concentrated on work and your life in LA, you'd barely thought about what you were missing.

Last year when you hadn't come home for Christmas, you'd made sure to visit at a different point in January. It meant you missed all the holiday traditions though, which were usually when you saw everyone else.

Seeing all your friends in one place sent a surge of warmth through you.

"The moment," said Seokjin, pausing for emphasis.

"Will you just get on with it?" Yoongi groaned, seated beside Sara at the kitchen table.

"The annual holiday cookie baking championship has begun!" Seokjin cried. "Namjoon, ring the gong."