Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

phlegmatic ; hwang hyunjin

shoooooooort. 🎄

third person

genre: fluff, gang au

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It was cold, yet it was warm. It was dark, yet there was light. It was nothing but joy, it was Christmas, (Y/N)'s favorite time of the year!

"Merry Christmas!"

Hyunjin peered at her with a blank face, his handsome features devoid of any joyful emotion as not even a single word passed through his plump lips. This then led the girl to her suspicions, had he never had celebrated Christmas before?

Probably not, because all Hyunjin did all his life was to train and perfect the life and art of assassination, an occupation that ran through his bloodline, passing on from generation to generation.

Hyunjin was wrapped around in fluffy clothes, completed with a dark blue scarf and glasses, sat comfortably on the sofa in front of the television playing some Christmas movie with (Y/N) sitting beside him, a gift placed in between her hands.

"It's a gift; you're supposed to take and open it," she says.

With a hint of hesitation, Hyunjin took the box from her hands and opened the lid of the box. He himself wasn't sure if he liked the item inside or not, but there was one thing he knew—he would learn to like it, anyway, as long it was from (Y/N).

"Do you like it?" the girl's voice broke him out of his reverie, and (Y/N) watched his dark, emotionless eyes dart from the gift to her own orbs glowing with happiness.

"It's..." he held the object up to eye level, "a shirt." his eyes thoroughly studied the white piece of fabric, the pads of his fingers tracing the small red handprint that was neatly sewn on the top left side of the chest. He didn't show any feeling throughout the observation, but (Y/N) was glad that he didn't seem disappointed. It had been a few years since they met through the underground camp training set up by the leader of SK, and within that span, she took all the time she needed to get to know him and learn all about him, the tone of his voice, read his facial expressions and whatnot.

He was confused, she supposed.

"Well um..." she started off shaky, "I never really knew what to get you. I thought I never should give you anything, but then when we raided that eye-psycho guy's workshop I spotted some cool stuff, so I took it. Then I saw that shirt and thought of you." she rambled on, looking up at his sharp side profile, "Did you like it?"

Hyunjin tore his gaze away from the girl, suddenly feeling heat rise to his ears, thus tinting the skin on his pair of muscles a light shade of red. He clutched the shirt tight and pulled it against his chest, his hand moving to put the lid back on the box of cardboard. Before (Y/N) could say anything more, he spoke up.

"I didn't get you anything," he says, his eyes downcast, almost upset.

Nah, the girl thought, Hyunjin doesn't get upset.

Although she wasn't sure what he meant by that, his voice was hinted with a tinge of certain guilt, masked by the bluntness and the straightness of his choice of words.

"That's not true," she tried to lift the mood up for the poor assassin, "you're my gift! I only need your company."

And, as if a miracle happened, (Y/N) was collected into the arms of the male, his strong limbs moving to wrap themselves around her tiny frame, pulling her against his chest as Hyunjin propped his chin up on top of her head.

"Thanks, (Y/N)."

As a smile began to made its way onto the girl's lips, she hugged him back, her small hands patting his broad shoulders softly.

"Anytime, Hyunjin."

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