"Marrrk!!" The8 yelled banging on my door. I swung the door open and tackle my friend into a hug. "Merry Christmas Hyung, I'm loving your outfit." The8 says.
"Why thank you, but you be over here looking like a winter model!" I say.
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"I brought your gift! Sorry but I didn't get anything for the others." The8 giggles as I step aside for him to enter. "Merry Christmas guys." The8 bows to the others who do the same.
"Ok their not the best but here you go." The8 says handing my the box, inside was a pair of black converse with painted moons and stars.
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"I love them! And here is your gift." I say. Inside were a pair of white converse with painted sunflowers. "These are amazing!" The8 said hugging me again.
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The8 left and 10 minutes later we left too. To do our annual hot coco walk around the outside of town. Theres this store that sells really good hot chocolate.
It went like normal Christmas has. Us walking in comfortable silence, me giving my way to sweet hot chocolate to Bambam. Which I'm not supposed to.
Bambam getting on a sugar high. Pissing off Yugyeom, causing them to start fighting again.
"Their fighting again." Jinyoung states as we all sit down at a bench to watch this unfold.
"Let them." Jb shrugs talking another sip of his hot chocolate.
"I know you didn't want to take care of 5 kids, but letting one of them die in a fight isn't a solution." Jinyoung lectured
We left the 2 makanae's on the ground as we made our way home.
When we got back we did, what I felt like was the best part. Sitting around eating a snack platter of, as Jb calls it; 'Diabetes.'
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We spent the rest of the time watching as many Christmas movies, until me and Jackson slip upstairs to my room. "This is for you. Merry Christmas baby." I say handing him a painting.
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