Ho ho. Jaejin, I hope you’re doing splendid these days. I am here to bring you cheer.. And ugly sweaters. I am still questioning your desire for spoons but for now, enjoy!! - FNC SECRET SANTA

It had been placed somewhere rather conspicuous, though he’d nearly passed the bundle in his haste. Maybe it wasn’t meant for him, he’d thought, but he should check, or maybe store it somewhere safely for whoever had been meant to receive it.

He released an exhalation of surprise upon reading the note attached to the lump of red, and he unwrapped the bundle only to hold it at arm’s length— (he would “oh” in exclamation) the material was soft with the feathery-feel of new clothes.

Pleased with the stitching on the chest of the sweater, he rubbed a digit over the letters repeatedly. It had certainly improved whatever mood he’d been in before his discovery (and he was then on dripping with “holiday cheer”).