santacros

Bescue (

ft.

Ake Oil Chef Note)

It's a short fic written after my crazy son who wanted to write a crazy, nonsensical fic. He saw the calendar next to the bed so he grabbed his notebook and clicked on it. This fic is made up and does not intend to degrade and does not correspond to the real lives of gamers in any way. Please be mindful when reading.

Thank you to the page Ake Oil.

FC

That has stirred up the trend of these three couples. Even though the admin likes to be a bit tardy (?), but thank you for the fan art and various doujin that P'Jane, the page's admin, has drawn and published. watch and is an inspiration for us to be able to push out this fic.

Thank you to Nong Fa, the honorary YA girl of the group, and Nong Kyube (?), who always guides me in writing YA novels and other genres of fiction (even though this older brother likes to pick them up a lot) of Friend Act. Fang friends who share their romantic experiences with people of the same gender.

And indispensable, thank you to Hia Aey who made a heroic effort in creating a harem like no other, which made me scared all the way to the serum. And thank you to everyone who came to read.

Have fun.

J  T-Fa

The story assumes that all 5 gamers live in the same house on a house-sharing basis, but there is Bass who lives separately. And everyone is still studying.

Arrange in order of age as P'Chef, P'Note, P'Ek, P'Bess, P'Oil, P'Q.

In this story, let's assume that P' Bess and P' Q are already dating each other.

There may be a fair amount of character leakage (too much).

December 25

He remembered that on this day last year, someone had said to him that he wanted to see Mr. Santa in person sometime.

To him, the story of Santa Claus was a nonsense. Christmas Day is just a foreign culture that Thai people embrace like other festivals.

But…if that person wants to see Santa…

I'll let you wash it one at a time...even though this Santa might be too handsome and he doesn't have a belly like in fairy tales.

“Damn you, Ek!”

A loud cry rang out before two figures appeared chasing after each other, looking nonsensical like children who didn't grow up playing with each other.

...if it weren't for the figure who was chasing after him, carrying a kitchen knife.

"Stop it! You idiot!"

"Who's going to stop you from carrying around a knife (?), Oil?"

The brown-haired young man who was running in front turned around and looked behind him with innocent eyes at the golden-yellow-haired young man who was holding a knife running after him with his face turning red.

“If you don't stop. I'm really going to throw this knife!!!”

“Oh...Oh, if you're embarrassed, don't make a fuss and kill(?) or stomp(?). I am a human being, not a person who can tolerate it.”

“Gosh, I don't care! Come and rip off the head and bleed out, you spicy fried eel!!”

And the carnival of killing and shame (?) continues (?).

"What are P'Ek and P'Oil fighting about, P'Not?"

The blue-haired young man who had just walked in and saw the chase scene a moment ago turned to ask the bespectacled young man who was sitting quietly on the sofa by himself, playing with his laptop.

“It's just as crazy as usual, so why don't you go out today?” The older man glanced at the blue-headed man standing next to the sofa, frowning.

“Well…I want to leave, but…”

“Bass isn't available too?”

“P'Not-ah.”

“Stab me in the heart?”

I asked in a calm voice but the person being asked didn't answer anything and just sat down next to the person asking. Bright red eyes flashed a loneliness for a moment before he picked up the game magazine on the table and read the notes. He saw that the junior didn't want to say anything further, so he turned his attention back to the laptop in his hand and heard the main man's voice. Screams carried on the wind

“NoteTTTTTTTT”

A loud sound coming from the front of the house to the living room caused Q to flinch so much that he nearly dropped the magazine in his hand. Note rolled his eyes and grabbed a pillow near his hand and held it in his hand before throwing it with all his might when he saw a tall, familiar figure walking into the living room.

pop!!

"Ugh! You're hurt, Note. Why do you have to hurt your handsome face? If you lose your face and can't find someone to join the harem to be Note's friend, Note will be lonely?"

"It's good to lose your appearance so you don't have to put your face on cooking utensils at other people in the mountains."

“Oh! Do you make me jealous when you say this? Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I don't know what the note said." The tall figure held his cheeks with both hands and twisted them back and forth like a young girl in love for the first time.

“Are you sun sick, sir? Or sleepwalking during the day? If you're delusional, go to sleep and fantasize in your dreams."

“…..” …why does it hurt?

The tall, silver-haired figure stood there smiling, his tears almost bursting as he thought about why he got hammered like this so often, why didn't he just get used to it before turning his attention to the maknae of the group.

"Kyuu? Aren't you going to go out today?" he asked with a smile that remained from a moment ago.

"I'd like to go stay, but Brother Bess isn't available too," Q replied, raising a finger to scratch his cheek awkwardly.

"Don't be sad, Kyu," he reassured as he walked over and grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Q looked up at the oldest person in the house.

"If you're lonely, come and join my harem!"

I already thought I wouldn't be able to escape this time.

He thought as he quickly shook off the hand that was gripping his shoulder and stood up, moving away from the silver-haired man by about three meters.

“I think I've changed my mind. I'm going out right now, so I'd better go find Brother Bess." After saying that, he ran into a private room and picked up his wallet and sweater and immediately left the house. The chef stood still and turned to ask the young man with glasses nearby.

“Note.”

“Yes?” He answered even though his eyes were looking down at the screen.

“Did Q just leave in a hurry because you were embarrassed by him?”

"Is that your brain or your big toe thinking?"

"Oh...that's your brain. Not only is he handsome, he's also smart!" He said in a voice so proud of himself that the audience shook their heads.

“…..”Go ahead. Take it easy, hey.

On both sides of the road, there are shops decorated in red and green tones. There are also cosplay booths and game shops. There are employees wearing Santa costumes and deer. Some reindeer, lots and lots of them. Kid hugged a brown paper bag with a bright red bow on it tightly as he walked forward to prevent the bag from falling as he walked into the crowd of shoppers all over the area before turning into the store on the side of the road. one

Jingle!!

“Welcome.”

The receptionist's voice rang out after the shop bell had quietened. Some of them smiled at the shop staff before walking around to inspect the store's items, which included doll accessories. And there are many cosplay costumes all dazzled.

“What did you come here to do even though the gift was already bought?!”

Queue stood in front of a cosplay outfit that featured red. Almost 90% of the outfit was white, including the shirt and pants, and included a hat and boots as well.

Satan Cross set...

“Excuse me,” Cue called out to the female employee who was standing nearby checking the products.

“Customer, is there something wrong with you?” A female employee approached and smiled cutely. Looking at the thin customers with nervous expressions, it's adorable.

“I want that set.” She pointed to the set on display in front of the store while still looking at the employee. She nodded slightly before walking to the back of the store to pick up the same set on display.

“Here, customer. Please welcome a new opportunity next time.”

“Thank you.”

The queue picks up the kit bag, carries it together with the brown paper bag and walks out of the store and walks straight to the next destination.

After entering the high-rise condominium that was Bescue's residence, he tapped the spare key card that the pink-haired person had given him before gently pushing the door in and walking around to check to make sure that the owner of the room wasn't there. When he was sure, he walked into the bathroom to change into the clothes he just bought.

“Ah!”

The pink-haired young man tapped the room key card and opened the door, walking into the room tiredly. His slender hand reached out to turn on the room light before sitting on the sofa. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out and covered his eyes.

You didn't have to guess to know who it was because there was only one person who gave you a backup keycard.

“What are you playing, Q?” he said, trying to remove the soft hand that was covering his eyes.

"Oh, don't look just yet."

“Huh? Why? What do you think?

"Oh..please give me some time to come to terms with it first."

"Ah, okay, okay. If you're not looking, you can take a cue and let go first."

Q thought about it before releasing his hand as soon as it was freed from his eyes. Bess immediately turned to look behind him and his eyes widened.

"P'Bess! A cheater!"

The blue-haired 'Santy' pursed his lips cutely. Q's face turned red and his eyes watered like he could cry at any time. Bess blinked his eyes open before a smile played at the corner of his mouth.

"cute"

“Oh, don't say it! Qeye”

"Hehe, there's no need to be embarrassed, there's only two people staying," he said as he pulled Santa, who was standing with a red face, to walk around and sit on the sofa together.

"I'm ashamed of you, Bess."

“Yes, so why did Q get to dress in this cosplay? Hmm?”

“Well…well.”

“What is it?” he asked, moving his face closer to his cute face and meeting a pair of beautiful red eyes that flickered with nervousness. He looked at the pink-haired person before answering in a low voice.

“Well... Brother Bass once said that I want to see Santa Claus.”

The small figure's answer made Bess a bit stunned before he pulled Q into a tight hug.

“Thank you, Kyu.”

"Oh, I have a present for Brother Bass as well."

Q handed a brown paper bag with a red bow to Bess, which Bess quickly accepted and opened.

“This is it.”

“It's winter here.”

Bess looked deeply at the dark blue hoodie in his hand, and Q smiled slightly at that reaction. Someone hugged another's arm tightly.

“Do you like it?”

“Um, I like it. Whatever you give me, I like it too. But I didn't prepare anything for the queue. I'm sorry.”

“It's okay.”

Q smiled and tilted his head slightly cutely and a sentence came out.

“Just Pee Bass loves me like before. That's enough.

MerryChristmas

Please, Brother Bess.”

“Merry Christmas

Same thing, Q.”

                “MerryChristmas

Naoi.”

A yellow stuffed puppy was handed over to Oil, who looked at the person holding it before smiling and throwing a piece of candy.

                “MerryChristmas

Same, you idiot!”

“Huh?”

The mysterious silver gift box placed in front of the room made the dark-haired bespectacled man unable to avoid opening it out of curiosity.

“Would you be interested in making a contract with me?”

Bang!!

The door to the silver-haired young man's room was opened (or kicked) violently. Chef looked at the person standing at the door holding a rabbit in his hand.

"Oh! How are you? I like your gift----"

pop!!!

The rabbit flew and hit him squarely in the face. The thrower, who had finished throwing it, stormed back to his room, leaving only the silver-haired man who had been hit in the face by the rabbit.

"Wait, Note, you've done something wrong."

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