Note:

It's been another year of writing fiction on a holiday that doesn't feel like a holiday like this. This fic can be called a Christmas fic, a continuation of a story I wrote last year -->

http://writer.dek-d.com/soul_telepathy/story/viewlongc.php?id=834418&chapter=26 

But even though we're talking about each other, you don't have to read the previous story to be able to understand this..maybe. Haha.

Warning:

This is a fic written to relieve stress.. If you get used to it, then come to terms with it, then invite everyone to have a look. Reasons not to go looking There isn't much substance. All you have to do is endure and read until the end. You may encounter strange expressions because you have been deserted for a long time. And finally, please don't use your judgment when watching (?) as always!!

Today is Christmas Eve, the last day of school every year. So that students can have a holiday until New Year's Day. Therefore, it is not surprising that as soon as the bell rings signaling the end of class, The students in the class rushed out of the classroom together without making an appointment. If he could climb out the window, he would definitely have done so.

But in this festive atmosphere of happiness and celebration, there are still people who do not enjoy the festival at all. A little boy was still sitting at his desk by the window at the back of his Grade 1/6 room. There was no reason for him to hurry home when there had never been a year where he had been able to celebrate with his family at work. Until we hardly had time to meet each other.

And the person who once forced the promise has left him again.

sometimes..

"Uncle Jung Minnie," a familiar voice that I didn't really want to be familiar with called the owner of the name out of his thoughts.

When I turned to look, it was as I thought. The strange kid at this residence likes to hang around the window sill and ask strange questions. The lily symbol on his collar tells him that this child was in the same class as him when he was in Kindergarten 3.

Sometimes he thought that strange kids were annoying. I'm not sure if Hyunsung hyung's disappearance was because of annoyance that he kept bothering me every day.

"Well, Kwang Min has something to discuss."

"Oh, come on."

“But you have to promise me that if anyone asks, you must tell them it's a secret,” Kwang Min said, holding up his pinky finger in front of his face.

"Huh? Who is going to ask?” Jungmin asked confusedly. Day by day this kid gets more and more weird.

"Nah, promise to Kwangmin."

“Oh, I understand.” Jungmin nodded and extended his pinky finger to cut off the annoyance.

“Kwangmin wants to give Santa a present.” Kwangmin turned left and right and stretched out to whisper as if he were telling a world-class secret. "What should I do?"

Jungmin heard this and was silent for several moments.

Children, where does Santa Claus really exist? But if it was his Santa, it would have to be.. "Snatch it first and then give it to me."

"Ha?"

“Well..uh, try putting it aside. Socks at the foot of the bed."

"And if Santa thinks Kwangmin has gotten a present, what will you do?"

"Then write it down for Santa."

"And if Santa doesn't know that it's a present that Kwangmin is giving you, what will you do?"

Jungmin rolled his eyes, saying that he already knew who Mr. Santa was. I'm not waiting for your hand. I wanted to answer like that, but I was afraid that I would be blown away by this kid. So answer with a little kindness.

"Then write a card and post it for Mr. Santa to read. I intend to give it to you." When he finished, he raised his hand and flicked his forehead so loudly that the youngster couldn't recognize his face from the pain.

"Oh, really." His small hand gently rubbed his forehead. But little lips Instead, it unfolded into a wide smile. "Jung Min is so smart."

Jung Min shook his head. Is that a compliment that he should be happy about..?

"Thank you, Kwangmin, I'll go first."

Not in time to say goodbye The little figure was running everywhere. After leaving, he turned around and waved his hand, shouting in conclusion: "Jung Minnie, Merry Christmas!”

Jungmin let out a soft breath. He sat and scribbled for a while, then slowly got up and packed up his things and prepared to go home.

"Sorry."

The familiar voice made Jung Min stop. Turning to look in the direction of the voice, he saw the child who had just excused himself standing outside the window again. “Oh, Kwangmin, is there anything else?”

"hello"

Jungmin raised his eyebrows in surprise when he greeted him and received a polite bow in return. Why did he suddenly have such unusual manners? “Oh, hello.”

“My name is Youngmin.” The boy in front introduced himself. "It's Kwang Min's twin brother."

“Wha..?” Jungmin gasped. It was said that the atmosphere around us was completely different. To him, it could be said that the two children were the same from head to toe. But if you don't count their looks and the clothes they wear, they are completely different twins.

“May I ask what Kwang Min came to talk to you about just now?”

"..." Strange kid number two made Jung Min silent for several moments before he regained his composure. "Secret."

"yes?"

"Kwang Min said that if anyone asks, just say it's a secret."

It was strange that after answering like that, Youngmin just asked to leave without asking any more questions. Jungmin finished packing his things and walked slowly. He went to the front gate of the school and was stopped in surprise for the third time. Will there be only surprises this Christmas?

The person who had been missing for almost a year was standing on the side of the road across from the school. Opening his shoulder bag, he took out a gift box and handed it to a boy his own size. He wasn't the person Hyunsung hyung was giving gifts to anymore.

But I blinked again and there was no one on the other side.

Or is he thinking about it himself?

"Miss, let's go home."

Jungmin walked towards the car following the force of his elbow. Sitting still until a large car stopped in front of a large house where no one was waiting.

"Hahaha, of course you can catch me, Donghyun hyung."

“Stop it, Minwoo,” the person chasing after him shouted. "Don't run like that, it's dangerous."

Thump!

"Oh!/Ah"

Without another word, Minwoo, who was running backwards, collided with someone who had just walked away from the corner of the building. The impact made the little boy's face tingle. It's also good that Donghyun was following closely. Please help support yourself. As for the side that was hit, they were about the same size. But the slight force of the collision caused him to stumble back, but not to the point of falling.

“Is something wrong?” Donghyun quickly asked, kneeling down. When receiving a shake of the head in response Donghyun then raised his head to ask the other party and received the same shake of his head. From their uniforms, it was known that the other party went to the same elementary school.

“Good thing no one was hurt. Can you believe me that it's dangerous?" Donghyun instructed, grabbing his shoulder and turning the boy to face the person he ran into. "Quickly apologize to him."

“I'm sorry.” Minwoo quickly put both hands on his sides and bowed his head in a neat apology.

"It's okay," the other party responded and bowed his head and asked to continue walking.

Donghyun took advantage of the moment Minwoo glanced up at the person he ran into and walked out of sight, scooping the little boy into his arms and standing up. "I got it."

“Ah, wait a minute. Just now it didn't count." Minwoo squirmed. He tried to push his shoulders wide with both hands to break free from his tight embrace like giant pliers.

"I don't know. You already caught us. A man made a promise and won't go back on his word." Donghyun gently shook the little boy. Then he started walking.

Knowing that on the way home today, my two feet would definitely not be able to walk on their own. Minwoo stopped struggling and instead used his two arms to hug the neck of the person who was holding himself. "Alright. In this new year, I will be a good kid, not stubborn, not naughty, not teasing my friends."

The older man chuckled in satisfaction, "Very good."

“Uncle Donghyun,” a cheerful voice called for him to look down at the owner of the clear eyes.

“What do you mean, you want to walk down by yourself?” Donghyun asked. “Just a moment. Wait until I get home."

"No." The little boy shook his head until his hair flew out. "I'm going to ask, do you think the elder from just now will be hurt a lot?"

“Why do you ask? Or where does Minwoo hurt?” Hearing this, Donghyun hurriedly inspected the wounds on the child in his arms again.

"No, it doesn't hurt." Minwoo shook his head again. “But that older man just now looked like he was about to cry. He must be in a lot of pain. Is that right?"

Jungmin stopped and turned to look behind him for the second time when he felt like he heard footsteps following him after being run over by a kindergartener a moment ago. You may think about it yourself. Thinking, I tightened the backpack I forgot to keep at home and continued walking.

There is no destination yet. I don't know where to go. I know that I don't want to stay home. Even though expensive toys and famous snacks were sent to him to celebrate the festival with his nurse, But Jung Min felt lonely like being alone.

After strolling for a while, we reached a park where we often sat. Without realizing it, Jungmin sat down on a long bench. Taking off his backpack, he placed it on his side and bowed his head, raising his arms to hug his knees close to his chest.

You better watch out,

you better not cry,

better not pout,

I'm telling you why,

Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list,

and checking it twice,

Gonna find out who is naughty or nice

Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping,

he knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good,

so be good for goodness sake

You better watch out,

you better not cry,

better not pout,

I'm telling you why,

Santa Claus is coming to town

Jungmin raised his head to look for the source of the approaching voice until he stood in front of him. “If you cry, Santa won't give you a present.”

"Hyunsung hyung!"

The owner of the name didn't think that the little one would spring up and pounce on him. When they didn't have time to prepare, they both lost control and fell down onto the grass.

“Hyunsung, really, right?” No matter what, a small hand pinched his chubby cheek, causing Hyunsung to moan loudly.

"Oh, Jung Min, why are you pinching me?"

"Test to see if you're not dreaming."

"Then why don't you pinch yourself?"

“It hurts if you pinch yourself,” he said and laughed so loudly that Hyunsung could only smile half-adoringly, half-satisfied. Hyunsung put his hands under his armpits and lifted Jungmin to his feet. Even though they were only a year apart in age, Jungmin was still much smaller than him.

"Why don't you get up first? Has Jung Min gotten any taller?”

"Tall, I'm two centimeters taller."

“Really?” Hyunsung moved to stand and pretended to measure his height. "I don't see it getting any higher. It seems to be smaller again."

“Well, you've gotten taller!” Jungmin hissed at the person holding his hand back to sit on the long bench, earning a burst of laughter in return. As soon as he sat down in his original place, Jungmin immediately continued asking questions. "Where have you been?"

"During the semester break, I went to Grandma's house but I got a little busy so I just came back."

"Trouble?"

Hyunsung stuck out his tongue and laughed dryly. "Well, I broke my own arm and leg, so I was kept there for a long time."

“Is your arm broken?!” Jungmin cried out in shock and quickly pulled Hyunsung's arm and turned it left and right to find what was wrong.

“It's okay, I'm fine now.” Hyunsung smiled at that cute expression. He placed his palm on a small strand of wavy hair and gently stroked it, as if to console him. "Maybe it's already messed up, but hey, Merry Christmas."

“What is it?” Jungmin tilted his head to look at the small cardboard box that Hyunsung took out of his shoulder bag.

"A gift as promised."

"Mine? Haven't you already given that person a present?"

“Huh?” Hyunsung frowned when there was no bright smile he expected from the little one.

"I saw it in front of the school.."

Hyunsung furrowed his brows as he tried to remember, "Oh, Suho? That's a gift he left."

"Leave it?"

“Um, how about you let him take you here? Then he happened to find a gift he liked, so he bought it and gave it to me." With that, he opened the little cardboard box in his hand and found that white cream and chocolate decorated on a small cake were smeared all over the lid of the box. "It's really messed up. Let me go buy a new one for you."

The owner of the present shook his head and grabbed the cake box into his possession. “It's okay. I'll eat it.”

“Mmm, it's delicious.” Jungmin scooped a big bite of cake into his mouth and praised while chewing on his puffy cheeks. "Delicious as usual"

“Jung Min, you messed up again.” Hyunsung smiled and reached over to wipe off the cream in a way that Jung Min never complained about. “You can just eat it slowly, so what if you get to elementary school and buy it to eat every day? So what?"

"I didn't eat it. When the new semester opens The owner of the shop has moved out."

The listener nodded in understanding. My feet and chin listening to the clear voice that I miss so much.

“True, Hyunsung hyung sang really beautifully just now. Just like the singers on TV.” Jungmin swings his legs back and forth in a good mood. Your mouth can speak even though you're chewing on a chubby cake. "If you become a singer I will be your first fan."

"Starting from the fan club, it's far from special people."

"What?"

"I think if I really became a singer like you said, I'll make you a special fan." Hyunsung smiled mischievously.

"Promise."

Hyunsung hooked up Jungmin's pinky finger and turned his wrist to place his thumb on a contract, but still only saw a small smile. Until I couldn't help but say it. "Eat sweets and smile sweetly. Please, Jung Min. I've been frowning all day today."

"How do you know?"

“Well, I've been here since this morning. I have to contact a lot of things.” Hyunsung chuckled. Seeing Jung Min's eyes widen at him and telling him good news at the same time, "And, I don't have enough time to study. I have to study Grade 1 again."

"look for?"

“And it must be the same room,” Hyunsung said, smiling wider than before until his eyes narrowed. "Please take care of me."

"Minwoo!! How many times have I told you not to play like that?” Donghyun almost shouted at the child who was entrusted to take care of him by the family next door. Today was another day when Min Woo's parents called and told him to pick him up and leave it until he got home from work.

Because I've seen it since I asked for it. He realized that Minwoo was just being naughty like a child. If he teaches then obey well. But because I've seen it since I've been begging and leaving again, that's what sometimes makes me unintentionally overindulge.

Donghyun quickly put the tray of sweet drinks and snacks on the living room table and grabbed the jumping child. On the sofa, come down and sit on your lap.

"Why don't you listen to me now?"

"I just want to sit like this." He then smiled widely until his eyes closed and he reached for a glass of sweet water and drank it with a straight face. The older man shook his head lightly. Then he saw a yellow lightning rodent watch on his small wrist.

"Do you like Pokémon now?"

The little boy looked at his wrist and shook his head. “This is Kwangmin's. I didn't get it back in time." He finished and drank another gulp of water.

"Minwoo, you can't secretly take your friend's things home like this."

“I'm not, I just borrowed it to play and Kwangmin said he was going to the bathroom. But they had been gone for so long that Young Min said he would follow and then they both disappeared. It's been like this many times."

“So?” Donghyun nodded to himself. "Even though I haven't seen the twins very often."

“And I'm actually a year older now. But it's Christmas and Kwangmin still only talks about Santa.” Minwoo put down the glass of water and looked up to call out to the owner of the lap. "Uncle Donghyun."

"How is it going?"

"How long will it take until I'm an adult?"

Donghyun stared with clear eyes filled with curiosity. "If you mean when Minwoo reaches puberty, it will probably be another forty-five years."

“So long,” Minwoo moaned softly. "But my father said that when I grow up to be an adult, I can do whatever I want."

"So what do we want to do, hmm?"

“I want to be with Donghyun hyung!!” the little boy shouted. “In fifteen years, I will ask you to come live with me. Please wait for me."

"Um.." The person who was reserved (?) was stunned for three seconds before he smiled and grabbed Tui's head and gently rocked it back and forth affectionately. "Then I'll wait."

Youngmin opened the door to find the darkness in the bedroom and wondered why Kwangmin had gone to bed earlier than usual. He closed the door as gently as possible and tiptoed towards the bed but then stopped. He stopped when he saw the gift box next to the socks that Kwang Min had hung at the foot of the bed.

Or will someone cut in front of you!?

Hands move as fast as thoughts. Youngmin picked up the gift box and found a small card attached to it. Without wasting a second, he flipped the card over and read it. Using the light shining from outside the window, he read the familiar handwriting the size of a curry pot on the little card and couldn't stop smiling.

To Mr. Kwangmin's Santa

Merry Christmas. Thank you for giving Kwangmin a present every year.

Kwang Min is very happy. who received a gift

Kwangmin wants Mr. Kwangmin's Santa to be very happy as well.

Please accept the gift from Kwang Min.

love

Kwangmin

'Mr. Kwangmin's Santa' placed his own gift box on the other end of the bed and bent down to pick up the gift box hidden under the bed and put it in its place. He walked on his tiptoes and climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers up to Kwangmin's shoulders before leaning down and kissing him softly on the forehead.

"Merry Christmas"

Christmas morning Mr. Joe felt like he had seen déjà vu from last Christmas. But this year it is alternating between the older twin and the younger twin. Since coming out of the bedroom Youngmin held a fat yellow teddy bear and refused to put it down. As for Kwang Min, who was wearing a yellow hoodie from his favorite cartoon character, he looked at his twin brother and smiled widely and couldn't hide it.

There was no need to ask where the two items he had never seen before came from.

"Mom, this year we have another little Santa Claus in our house, right?"

The mother nodded and could only smile at the cuteness of the twins. When she had to secretly take the twins to buy gifts one by one. two weeks ago Twin brothers come to ask for housework in exchange for a Pikachu hoodie. As for the younger twin, he invested in his beloved magic cat's piggy bank to buy Winnie the Pooh, and the other day he still asked her to help him write a card for the person who would give him a gift.

“Youngmin, Kwangmin, let's decorate the Christmas tree, shall we?” the father invited. After a satisfying breakfast, it was time for the kids to look forward to.

"Yes!" the twins chorused in unison. Mr. Joe nodded and went to pick up the car keys before slowly carrying the decorations into the house.

Almost fifteen minutes had passed. A medium sized Christmas tree, nearly twice as tall as the twin sons, moved to stand in the middle of the room one last time.

“Wow, a Christmas tree,” Kwang Min jumped up and down excitedly. “It's so big.”

The twins put Santa hats on each other and began unwrapping Christmas tree decorations from boxes.

Youngmin managed to drag a chair and climb onto the twinkling rainbow and sent Kwangmin to walk around to the other side until the rainbow was wrapped around the entire Christmas tree. Next, it's the turn of the small decorations. The twins took turns hanging angel dolls, snowmen, colorful balls and small stars. Have fun on the Christmas tree.

Bright laughter filled the living room. It is a picture that when seen makes you so happy that you have to smile as well.

The father suddenly stopped from attaching rainbows and twinkling wires from one wall of the room to the other and went to pick up his wallet. "Dad, go to the front of the alley first, Mom. Dad forgot to buy more Scotch tape."

"Yes, Dad."

Mrs. Joe responded and brought a plate of cookies and cupcakes to place on a nearby table. and softly playing Christmas music, "Children, when you've finished decorating the Christmas tree, the snacks will be here."

"Yes," the twins looked at each other in unison and turned to putting up the Christmas tree decorations.

"Is it okay to hang it here?"

"It's better here too."

"Then it must be there too."

Nah..

The crying sound of the new member of the house caused the three mothers and children to move to the crib on the other side of the living room. It looked like the youngest son of the house had woken up from his slumber because of his little stomach. He's already hungry.

“Youngmin, mom, go make some milk for Hyunmin for a moment. Please take care of me."

"Yes, Mom," the older twins assured him. The twins went back to helping decorate the Christmas tree until there was only a large gold star that needed to be stuck on the tip of the tree.

"stag"

“Huh?” Youngmin turned around and saw a large golden star in his hand, able to guess what the caller wanted.

"Do you want to go up to the stars?"

"Yes!" The younger twins nodded in clear response.

Kwangmin slowly climbed onto the chair that Youngmin had brought him with a warning to be careful. The younger twin stood up and took the golden star that he had left with the older twin and held it up at arm's length. His big, sparkling eyes stared intently at the target with a determination that exceeded a hundred baht.

The Christmas tree's height was higher than expected, so we had to tiptoe. Kwangmin finally reached out and succeeded in attaching the largest gold star to the top of the Christmas tree. But stretching forward without looking at how close your feet were to the edge of the chair caused you to wobble horribly. He tried to spread his arms to keep his balance but it was too slow.

Youngmin stood nearby and observed. He grabbed the younger twin by the waist and immediately carried him down from the chair.

"I told you to be careful."

Giggles were the response to that scolding. Kwangmin smiles so brightly that it makes you want to stretch out his cheeks to make him cry and then mumbles like he's talking to himself until Youngmin, who is close enough to be called close and hasn't even removed his arm from his waist, can't understand the meaning." This is it."

"Huh?"

"With Miyong here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

         Fin.

It's finished. Let's finish it. I wrote a fic that was almost live. It was very difficult to put up and down. Haha.

Where is kindergarten childhood? Let's just take the scent(?) first.

The more I write, the more distant I feel from being a kindergartener.

But I still managed to push it all the way to the end, haha.

Thank you for reading up to this point.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!

울면 안돼 (Santa Claus Is Coming to Town)

Taken from-->

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWv72L4wgCc

with

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXQWYhTS9M

BABY ♥ THEME