Note:

After not writing fiction for almost a year, this year I almost gave up. I would like to thank P'Chompoo for giving me the courage to write a sequel (?) to the point where I can't tell you that this isn't a Christmas fic, a sequel to two years ago. But even if we continue, we should just read this and understand..maybe.

Warning:

Stress relief fic Don't ask for reasons or substance. Please take it easy before reading because the author has thrown all the stress into the fic, haha.

X'mas&HNY2014

X'mas&HNY2015

^Post this in case anyone wants to continue stressing.

The sound of the bell signaling lunchtime on Christmas Eve when school will be the last day of school of the year is probably not as exciting as the sound of the bell signaling the end of class on the walkway in front of the classroom. There are hardly anyone walking because of the majority of students. There will be a small celebration with friends in the room, but on a good day like this, there will still be people who don't feel the happy atmosphere of the festival..

Make such a sad face It was as if I saw myself last year and couldn't help but say hello.

"Oh, twins."

“Yes, hello, Jungmin hyung.” The person who was greeted turned to look at the voice and stopped walking. Bowing your head to say hello with such polite manners is no way to be the number one billion percent weird kid.

"Is that you? Uh.." Jungmin asked. Even though I often found myself standing in front of the Prathom 1/4 room waiting to take the younger twins to lunch. But I always remember the older and younger siblings' names interchangeably.

The boy in a long brown coat tightened his blue scarf and smiled faintly, “Youngmin.”

“Uh, yes, Youngmin.” Jungmin stopped and stood in front of the other party. The more we met, the more I felt like I was being chased closer and closer by the kid in front of me, even though we were more than a year apart in age. "So where did the younger one go?"

The smile that had been carefully crafted on his face faded, "Kwangmin isn't feeling well."

"Oh? Last time we met, Kwangmin said you were sick."

“Yes.” A smile appeared on his face once again, “Since winter has begun, we have been sick several times.”

"And is it effective?"

"yes?"

"Magic that makes you get well quickly."

"yes"

The last class of the year had only been over for a minute and the classroom was almost empty. Youngmin tried to stuff gifts from his friends. He gave it to his twin and left it in as many bags as he could, then glanced at his roommate, who was left alone and sitting absent-mindedly. Not as excited about school time as I used to be

"How did you get back today?"

A small boy in a white sweater sat with his shoulders wrapped around his shoulders, making him look even smaller. "I don't know."

"Donghyun hyung doesn't have a lot of free time these days?"

The other party let out a long sigh, "..I don't know."

"See you next year, Minwoo."

This time, he only received a nod in response, so he didn't think of continuing any further.

“Wait,” Youngmin stops as he holds the bag on his back. “Do you think I'm annoying?”

"Huh?"

“..never mind.” Minwoo sighed again, “Aren't you in a hurry to pick up Kwangmin today?”

“Kwangmin is sick. I haven't been to school since yesterday."

“Oh?” The news you just learned made your small eyes widen immediately. “Do you have a cold? Is something wrong?"

"It's gotten a lot better. But Mom still wants me to stay home and rest first.” Youngmin looked at the small face that wasn't smiling like usual and finally had to ask, “So, is something wrong with you? Are you going to have a long break and not be happy at all? Aren't you going anywhere this year?"

“I don't know,” Minwoo shook his head. “You hurry and go home. Please tell Kwang Min to get well soon."

"Do you have any Christmas celebrations at home?"

Jungmin stopped packing his things into his backpack and turned to look at the person sitting at the table next to him. “Put it together.”

"And who else is there?"

“Well..it's just me.” Jungmin tilted his head. “Why do you ask, Hyunsung hyung?”

"You haven't given us a cake yet this year, right?"

"Ha"

"But there's a cake at your house."

"Ha?"

"Want to celebrate Christmas at your house?"

"Ha..?"

“Jungmin, can you come with us for a moment?”

While his brain had yet to process the unexpected question, Jungmin let himself be dragged out of the classroom by a group of female students without even thinking about resisting at all.

“Why are you always with people like that?” one girl asked.

Jungmin raised his eyebrows, “What kind of person?”

“The one who repeats the same class,” another girl replied.

“Yah, he didn't repeat the class, he just had to study the same class because there wasn't enough time to study. Don't let me hear you say that again.” Jungmin crossed his arms over his chest. Staring at the face of the person speaking one by one

“Isn't he your brother? Why do we have to protect him? Do you like him?”

“I like it,” Jungmin answered loudly and clearly. “I really like it.”

"look for?"

"Oh..Because the broker has cute eyes, we have good wishes."

"That's all I have to say, right? So I'll excuse myself." With that, he turned around and returned to the classroom, not thinking of maintaining manners. Really, there was no need to be polite to people who scolded other people with such nonsense.

“Oh, where have you gone?” Jungmin muttered when he didn't see the owner of the table next to him. Finished gathering things and quickly walked to the front of the school gate.

Turning left or right, I couldn't see the person I was looking for. "Or are you angry?"

Jungmin stood and waited until a familiar car pulled up to the sidewalk and a middle-aged man stepped out of the car. “Let's go home, miss.”

"Is anyone coming this year?"

"The event has already been arranged at home."

It means that this year he will have to be alone as usual.. Thinking, he looked around again before lowering his head and walking towards the car where the butler was waiting to open the door.

“Jungmin!” A voice called from behind, causing Jungmin to immediately turn around and look at the person he was looking for just now, standing astride his favorite bicycle. His broad smile let him know that he wasn't offended.

jingle

The sound of the bicycle bell made Jung Min pull himself out of his thoughts and tell the butler, “Uh. Please tell the nurse that today I will be staying at Hyunsung's house. Don't worry."

"Yes, Miss."

I don't want alot for Christmas

There is just onething I need

I don't careabout presents

Underneath theChristmas tree

I don't need tohang my stocking

There upon thefireplace

Santa Claus won'tmake me happy

With a toy onChristmas day

I just want youfor my own

More than youcould ever know

Make my wish cometrue

All I want forChristmas is you

I don’t want alot for Christmas

This is all I’masking for

I just want tosee my baby

Standing rightoutside my door

I just want youfor my own

More than youcould ever know

Make my wish cometrue

Baby, all I wantfor Christmas is you

"What song should be next, Mr. DJ?"

"Ah..The DJ's starting to get lost. Mr. Artist, do you have any more songs prepared?"

"There is, but the artist thinks it's okay to keep it and sing at home. Now is a better time to talk."

Finishing his sentence, he heard bright laughter from behind him, causing him to smile.

“Why don't you hold onto your waist? Aren't you afraid you'll fall over?” Hyunsung took his hand off the handlebar and grabbed the hand of the passenger behind him, changing it from holding the hem of his shirt to wrapping it around his own waist, thinking he was glad he had saved the money. Change the hard grill. It's a soft cushion. Sit comfortably in time

He slowed down his cycling speed and gripped the brakes until the car stopped before turning around to ask.

"Are you cold?"

"A little bit."

I didn't wait long for Jung Min to wonder. Hyunsung took off his gloves and put them on his cold little hands one by one. Pull your hand around your waist again and push the bicycle forward.

"Is Hyunsung's house far away?"

“It's not that far, another ten minutes or so. Are you tired?"

The soft touch of the silk scarf caused Hyunsung to look up and see a smile that made the corners of his mouth lift up again without realizing it.

“How about we exchange it?” Jungmin cheerfully waved both hands in front of his face. “You won't get cold if you wear gloves. Besides, you're already blocking the wind for me."

He always rode his bicycle to school. Every morning I saw a big car coming to deliver Jung Min, but there had never been a morning where I had seen this little boy smile. At that time, I saw him wandering by himself so I went to greet him and realized that he was a smiling boy. How beautiful is it?

Hyunsung glanced behind him. Seeing Jungmin smile happily and even loosen his hand, just loosely clinging to his waist, he felt the urge to tease him.

"Jung Min"

"Ha?"

"You're not cold anymore, are you?"

"Ha"

"Are you afraid of speed?"

"I'm not afraid."

"Then let's go!" With that, he spun faster until the person behind him cried out in shock and quickly hugged his waist tightly.

"Whoa, take it slow! I'm cold!!”

"I'm not a child anymore!"

"Not anywhere. You can clearly see that the child is here."

"I'm also taller than last year."

“Minuya, don't misunderstand, just because being taller doesn't mean you're not a child anymore.”

"Well, I've really grown up."

“This guy..” The other party sighed loudly, “Come on. Today I have little time, so let's go first."

"..U"

"Minwoo," the voice calling and the gentle shaking on the shoulder caused the owner of the name to look at him in confusion.

"Ah huh?"

"Mom, send it here. Can you walk into the house yourself?"

"Yes," Minwoo accepted and picked up his bag and put it on his shoulder. He wasn't a child, so why couldn't he do this himself?

"Cold food is on the table. You can warm it up and eat it."

"Yes." Lek stepped out of the car, closed the door and stood waiting to hear the sentence he had heard all week.

"Mom, go back to the meeting in a moment. I'll be back in a moment."

Minwoo nodded, knowing that his parents would come back every night after he slept. He stood and watched the white car drive by until he was out of sight, then turned and walked off the main road into a small alley. Walk slowly until you see a low white wooden fence. of neighbors Inside the house, the lights were turned off and it was completely silent, indicating that no one was home.

Even though Mom and Dad were very busy, Minwoo hadn't seen his older brother next door who was always asked to pick him up from school for several days, and Mom and Dad didn't have time to ask. No, he didn't dare to ask himself. Where did he disappear to?

Are you annoyed already?

Because he behaved badly So you're already hated, right?

Won't we meet again? That's not it.

That's all I can think of. The little body sat down and buried his face on his knees. He could hear Christmas carols coming from the neighboring house. He had always thought that Mr. Santa was a fairy tale to fool children, but Kwang Min had always said that Mr. Santa really existed. If so..if Santa really existed, if he really existed. So, can you please bring Donghyun hyung back?

Little hand wipes with warm water. that flows gently down your cheeks

No Min Woo is crazy. What Santa doesn't really exist?

"Minwoo?"

A familiar voice made the boy turn around without fear of spraining his neck."

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Tears that were wiped away with warm hands made them flow harder than before.

"Oh, don't cry. You're all cold. Where does it hurt? Did you fall down just now, Minwoo?”

The large red scarf that the tall man took off and tied it to him and the concerned tone of his question made Minwoo let out an immediate yelp.

"Don't you remember? I told you before that I was going on a 3-day school trip,” Donghyun said, placing a plate of warm rice on the dining table before grabbing the little boy who had been following him around the kitchen and sitting down. down on the chair

"Huh?"

That confused expression made him reach out and shake his head affectionately, "I don't remember. That's why I came to sit and cry with my nose bulging in front of my house."

"Who? I'm not crying."

"Um, I didn't cry, but this kid from somewhere has really swollen eyes."

"Donghyun hyung," the little boy's eyes widened and his cheeks puffed out, causing Donghyun to poked those round cheeks with eagerness. "I'm not a child anymore."

"It'll be many more years before we can say that sentence. Why do you want to grow up so quickly?"

"Have you forgotten your promise?"

"Huh?"

"There's only 14 years left. Please wait for me."

The little boy, who was curled up under a thick blanket, opened his eyes and looked around the dimly lit room, then slowly got up from his bed in a sleepy state. He sat still for a while and then raised his hand to rub his eyes before looking at the digital clock on the bedside table that said it was five minutes until midnight.. Christmas Eve night when his Santa would bring gifts.

It's not in time.

Crack!

As soon as he heard the sound of the doorknob, his body automatically lay down and pulled the blanket up to cover himself.

"Kwang Minnie?" The sound of his voice calling and the sound of footsteps coming towards him made him tense. "Are you asleep?"

After struggling with the force of pulling the other side of the blanket for a while, he had to give up and let the blanket be pulled out to cover only his legs. He knew that another person had walked up and sat next to him. From the edge of the bed that collapsed

“Do you still feel bad?” The familiar touch on the side of your cheek made the person you called close your eyes tightly. “Open your eyes, Kwang.”

“Wow, no nice socks. Hanging it at the foot of the bed like this, how will Santa give presents?”

"..." There was no answer from the little boy who opened his bright eyes to look.

"But it just so happens that this Santa is really good. No need to tell you that he's going to give this good kid a present." He said as he pulled the good kid up to a sitting position and handed him the gift box he'd prepared for him.

"Thank you, Young."

Youngmin nodded his head, “Unpack it.”

The little hand carefully unwrapped the ribbon and wrapping paper, but when the gift box was opened, the giver didn't see the happy smile he thought, "What's the matter?" Don't you like the gift?"

Kwang Min lowered his head and shook his head. "No, I really like it."

“If you like it, why don't you smile?” Youngmin asked, using both hands to support the person in front of him. I didn't like seeing those big black eyes glistening with clear water drops.

"I'm sorry I didn't have time to prepare any gifts this year."

“Come on, this Mr. Santa is happy to see Kwangmin happy.”

“But..” His words were interrupted when Youngmin picked up the pink and white ribbon that had previously tied the gift box and tied it around the head of the little boy who sat looking up curiously.

"So I'm here now."

"What?"

Youngmin smiled and kissed the ribbon tied into a large bow in the middle of his forehead.

"The most precious and important gift of my life."

little lips Smile into a wide smile to the person who sent the smile before, their eyes meet and they share the happiness that overflows in their hearts.

Two voices sang together as one.

"Merry Christmas"

Epilogue(?)

"Just a.. just a little."

“Oh, Kwang Min is fine and Young Min is sick again?” Mr. Jo put down his coffee cup and got up and walked over to rest his eldest son's forehead. before picking up a thick shirt to cover your shoulders when you feel the temperature is higher than normal

"Ah..just a little." The older twin thanked the younger twin for giving him warm water and a scarf to wrap around his neck. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a large cough came out.

"Because Kwang Min is sick and you like to sleep with him," said Mrs. Jo, gently patting her youngest son's back who was holding him on her shoulder. "From today, don't sleep with Young Min. Kwang Min has just gotten better or he'll get attached to you again."

"but.."

"No, but if you take turns being sick like this again, Mom will put you in separate bedrooms."

Hearing that ultimatum, the twins didn't dare argue any further, just separating the classrooms would be very bad. If we have to separate bedrooms again, I don't know what other word can be found to replace the word bad.

"I'll take Hyun Min to bed first. Hurry up to eat, take medicine, and then quickly go to sleep, Young Min."

"Yes, mother."

Behind the authority figure (?) in the house, Mr. Joe picked up a Santa hat and put it on his twin sons before gesturing toward the Christmas tree in the middle of the living room. "Mom is just worried about the two of us getting sick a lot. Hurry and it'll be a disaster." We'll come decorate the Christmas tree."

"Yes, Dad."

"Just, just, just."

A coughing sound from another bed beckoned the person who hadn't yet fully fallen asleep to wake up. "How are you, Young?"

"It's okay. I'm still okay." Seeing the sleepy look on the younger twin's face as he crawled out of the blanket, Youngmin cursed himself in his heart for making Kwangmin wake up in the middle of the night. He took a deep breath. Any other Resisting the urge to cough again, "You go to sleep."

"I'll go get you some water," he said and ran so fast he couldn't get out in time to stop him. Youngmin raised his hand. But I watched as the little figure in pajamas, the new yellow Lightning Boy, disappeared behind the bedroom door.

Since entering primary school He and Kwang Min were in different classes. I heard that the teacher asked us to be separated into separate classrooms so that we could learn how to socialize and live with other people because of our three years of kindergarten. We were in the same room and together all the time.

At first, my mother objected. But in the end, I agreed because the teacher said that if we didn't have a problem with living separately, we could study in the same class next year.

It wasn't that he was okay with studying in different classes, but when he thought he'd finally meet Kwang Min, he could tolerate it. The big problem is that Kwang Min can't adapt. If he doesn't sit still all day, he will be restless and unable to concentrate. To go eat lunch together But Kwang Min would come home and cry every day and wouldn't sleep at night until he got sick again and again. If he continued like this, he would definitely be separated into a classroom permanently.

“Kwang,” the owner of the name, placed a glass of warm water on the table next to the bed and turned to look, “After the New Year, study hard. No, you can pretend to study hard in the classroom. And if you don't understand anything, come and ask, do I understand?"

"Oh," the listener nodded slowly, his eyebrows beginning to move together, "but.."

"The time we spend together is more than the time we study," he said, reaching out to grab his small hand. Soft and soft to hold “If we both get first place in our class next year, we'll be in the same class. And don't get sick again, but let's face it, even if you get sick again, I'll just...just take it easy."

"Are you okay, Young?"

"Um, I'm fine."

"What should I do? You're sick because of me again. Should I use my magic like you?" Kwang Min climbed onto the bed and rubbed his back, causing his brows to furrow. Clearly he hadn't listened to what he had said.

"I'm fine." The older twin shook his head and raised his index finger to his lips. who was reaching closer to him, stopped and moved his finger back to touch his own lips.

"That magic is enough for me to use on you alone."

Fin.

Drafted the plot in one day and intended to finish it on the last day of the year. Oh, no.

I had planned the dress for three days as a birthday present for Jung Min.

Really, my body can't take it, but I always find reasons to make myself look good. Haha.

From kindergarten to elementary school, he hasn't grown much.

Compare to last year and ask yourself where is the happiness?

Even though I can't write it as cute as I want it to be.

Even though I don't know if there are still people who want to read it.

But just being able to finish it makes me very happy.

Thank you for reading up to this point.

A little late, but

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

BABY ♥ THEME