Surprise, bro. It’s your FNC Secret Santa. I’m really sorry this is overdue as you know I’m also busy with all the year-end shows and rehearsals for our family concert. How’s the holidays treating you? I’m glad I get to see you often these days..! You seem happy and that’s awesome. I missed my fourth gift…… Didn’t I tell you I was the worst Secret Santa. It’s going to be a pug…pillow. For my final gift, it’s not crab soup, but it’s something to make your crab soup extra yummy. Hahaha. Let’s enjoy our last few days of 2014. And be better in 2015! Fighting FT&CN. Fighting Jaejin!
- Kang Minhyuk
“Jaejin. Jaejin Jaejin Jaejin. Please bear with me because I’m behind on my gifts. But that doesn’t stop me from giving you awesome-ness. Have you been havin a good week?! Tell me about your week! While you do that, enjoy these very unique treats I got you. Oh boy, those were so hard to find. Online shopping is very helpful these days.”
*strokes imaginary white beard*
"I wasn’t sure if that was the kind of spoons you wanted. Ahem. But wait! There’s more. I’m probably the worst Secret Santa you’ve had for not following your wishlist but I thought this would look good on you! I have something very special at the end. I hope that hyped you up for Christmas, Jaejin! Stay cool! And warm. Whichever you prefer.”
"Ahhm, these look so good.” He pulls a face, poses vaguely as if readying for a commercial for aforementioned products placed in the center of his palm. He flashes his best smile, then sniffs and continues, ”Thank you, us Santas have to stick together right? These bracelets—”
He pauses to roll one around in the palm of his hand, “—I like them. If I saw them in a store, I would probably get them too.” He blinks rapidly, then shifts forward to poke a bit at the mask of the person who stood in front of him. He poked twice. (Repeatedly, and truthfully four or five times, in various areas of the mask). “It’s almost Christmas, right? I’ll find out who you are soon? You are a top-notch Secret Santa. A-plus, ayahh.”
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”).
