《35.》Chapter 31
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"let's go christmas shopping!" taehyung said excitedly as soon as he saw his boyfriend walking into the room.
"you celebrate christmas?" jungkook asked which had the other shocked, "you don't?!"
jungkook shook his head, "never celebrated christmas before." he admitted and taehyung walked to him before circling his hands around the other's neck, "then this will be your first year, we'll celebrate it together." taehyung suggested so jungkook nodded mumbling an 'okay' before diving in to kiss taehyung.
in an hour, taehyung was choosing some christmas decorations while the other looked at him amused, "you're such a baby, you know that?" he said because taehyung was actually being a picky baby and not liking most of the things jungkook showed him.
"only your baby though." taehyung replied, still looking through the items not knowing what to choose. jungkook gave him a back hug, "of course just my baby." he then pointed at one of the items in front of them, "i think this would look cool if we hang it on the door, don't you?"
it took them three hours! three damn hours to finish their christmas shopping! "this is absolutely the first and last year i go christmas shopping with you." jungkook complained for the nth time since they walked out of the store.
"stop whining like a little baby. this will all be worth it when you see how our home will look like after decorating." taehyung tried to convince the other who merely nodded before holding taehyung's hand in his and walking along.
once home, taehyung hauled the bags inside while jungkook was left to take care of the tree and get it inside. "let's decorate!" taehyung clapped his hands together cutely once they were both in, jungkook finding his excitement the cutest thing he's ever witnessed.
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"house or tree first?" jungkook asked, nose and cheeks rosy from the cold.
once taehyung looked at him, he brought his sleeves down to cover his hands before cupping the younger's cheeks, then pecking his nose, "you're cold." he spoke.
jungkook smiled as he placed his hands over taehyung's then hummed, "okay."
he whispered before taehyung pecked his lips. "am i warm yet?" jungkook asked and taehyung shook his head which made jungkook humm again.
jungkook leaned in to peck taehyung's lips again, "am i warm now?" he asked again and taehyung chuckled before shaking his head again. so jungkook rested his forehead against the other's, kissing him for a little longer this time, "how about now?" he asked again, voice barely above a whisper, "almost." taehyung replied before kissing jungkook again.
jungkook walked them back until taehyung felt his back being pressed against the wall, their kiss no longer as innocent as it was, just barely starting to get heated, before jungkook pulled away again, "am i warm now?" he asked, ready to get another kiss.
however taehyung pushed him away lightly, "yes, very." he replied before moving away to hold the decoration bags in his hands again, "you're warm enough, let's decorate!"
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