“You did what?!!!” You screamed through the phone, but your only heard your sister laugh at the other end of the line. “Why would you do that?!! You know I’m not very good at interacting with people! And they are your friends! Why would they ever want to hang out with me?!!”

Her shrilly laugh echoed in your ear again. “Come on ___, don’t be silly. They always asked to see you whenever they came over to the house! They love you!”

“Gosh unnie that was 10 years ago when I was still cute and cuddly! Now... Well... you know how I am now!”

“Oh come on. You’re still cuddly! I made arrangements so you won’t be alone on Christmas Eve, but I’m not hearing a thank you!”

“They’re freakin strangers! And older people! AND DID YOU JUST CALL ME FAT?!!”

“Have fun dongsaengie~! And they’re not strangers! Kris will pick you up around quarter to 11!” Her triumphant laugh was the last thing you heard before she hung up. You clutched your head in frustration, trying all your best not to throw your phone in anger. It’s an I-phone 4 so yeap throwing it would be totally idiotic.

“Who’s Kris anyway,” you mumbled as you walked around the room to find some appropriate clothes. Just as you wore your favorite sweater, you heard a loud beep outside the house, then someone shuffling towards your doorstep. The doorbell rang, and as you opened the door, this tall and handsome man filled your sight. But uh, he looked quite older than your ideal type.

“Hey. You’re Yoo Berrie’s sister, right?”

“Yeap. I’m Yoo ____.”

“Kris,” He handed out his hand, and you accepted the handshake. He motioned for you to enter his shiny red convertible, and so you did. The first few minutes of the ride was filled with silence, except for the Christmas jams playing over the radio, since this Kris seemed to be the silent type. And you just happened to be the silent type as well, but it really was just soooo awkward on your part.

“I’m sorry if my sister couldn’t come. She just fell in love and got married and stuff.” You mumbled.

“It’s okay. The group wanted to see you again anyway. It’s been a while. I’m not sure if you remember them, though.”

“Actually... I don’t remember any of you.”

“Really?” He laughed again but didn’t say anything else. Umm excuse me, what’s so funny? You gave him a weird look, but of course he was driving so he didn’t see it. He eventually pulled over in the driveway of a huge house. It looked really posh and modern and clean. This was probably his house. As you entered the double doors, four pairs of eyes immediately set on you. Then three of them approached you with these strange sparkles in their eyes.

“Omo you’ve grown so much! Look how mature you look now!” The one boy said. Um no wait, she’s actually a girl. Why does she look boyish? Then this baozi looking guy pinched your cheeks.

“Aww you lost your puffy cheeks! We don’t look the same anymore!”

“Guys take it easy. She doesn’t remember any of us.” Kris pulled you away from them, and they immediately pouted. On second thought, they didn’t look that old. Like they’re not 4 or 5 years older than you. Except for Kris though. He’s insanely tall. And also that shy guy at the back with cute curly brown hair.

The overly excited group led you to the huge living room and you sat in a big circle.

“We’re sorry if we didn’t introduce properly.” The boyish girl said, chuckling at herself. “I’m Amber by the way. I used to be the one dressing you up in boy clothes.” She scratched her head, and you forced a smile. Ah, so she was the reason why you suddenly became boyish instead of following your girly girl sister’s footsteps.

“I’m Xiumin! We used to be the baozi twins when you were young but it seems you became a lot prettier. I’m the only one with puffy cheeks now.” He pouted, confusing you if you should laugh at his cuteness or blush at the compliment.

“I’m Luhan. Annyeong.” The very cute guy waved, and you tried your best not to gape at his beauty. Gosh he’s more beautiful than you.

“He was your Barbie doll. You put make up on him because he’s pretty.” Amber whispered, but obviously, everyone heard him.

“Y-yah! You didn’t have to remind her that!” Luhan turned red in embarrassment and tried to grab Amber, but she skillfully scooted away, laughing maniacally. You bit your lip to avoid laughing.

“And you already know me. I used to give you gifts every time I come over, and I never missed a single birthday.” Kris smiled smugly. Omg so he was the reason why you had such pretty toys and dresses and bracelets! You rubbed your temples.

“Gosh I feel so terrible. How did I forget all of you when we were so close? I must have bumped my head really hard or something.”

“You were really young. And we haven’t been able to hang out for like, almost ten years. You moved away to study high school and college.” Xiumin said. You slowly nodded, finally remembering. College really shook your brain, so that’s like slowly getting amnesia every school year.

“Oh, and this is Chanyeol by the way.” Kris motioned to that other tall guy sitting beside him.

“Hey!” He instantly grinned, and boy did he look so jolly. Kris continued.

“He’s the younger brother of another friend that couldn’t come as well. He’s still as shy as you are, he's kinda unfamiliar with us as well so maybe you could talk a little, get to know each other.” Kris patted your shoulder and stood up to get something from the kitchen. Chanyeol guy scooted closer to you, still smiling, but you could feel he was still kinda shy.

“So were you forced to be here as well?” He whispered.

“Sorta,” you whispered back, making him giggle, which was kind of unexpected because it totally didn’t match his physique. You felt this smile creep up your lips, though. It was like his smile was contagious. Kris walked back into the living room, carrying two huge bottles of alcohol. The adults wolf-whistled, while you and Chanyeol exchanged unsure looks. Alcohol always makes parties go chaotic.

All of you decided to play this Spin the Bottle Dare game, no truth, just dares, and if you fail or refuse to do a dare, you have to down one shot of alcohol, or else they’ll force it down your throat like what they did to Luhan. You, being the non-alcoholic person, did all your best to do basically anything just so you wouldn’t be forced to get drunk. Just an hour later, almost everyone was already drunk, except for you, Chanyeol, and Kris. Kris has drunk several shots, but he seemed to be handling his alcohol well. Chanyeol has had a shot or two as well, but so far he seemed okay. He laughed and smiled at every little thing, but yeah it seemed like his normal thing.

“I spin the bottle! Whooooosh~” Amber slurred as she flicked the bottle. You felt your nerves hardening as it slowly stopped, eventually pointing at you. Just then, the grandfather clock chimed, indicating that it was already midnight.

“Omo! It’s a lucky dare!” Xiumin’s eyes widened in amazement. Your brows furrowed as you looked around, confused. Kris did the honor of explaining it to you.

“It’s kind of a belief for us. If you’re able to do the dare given to you at exactly midnight of Christmas Eve, you’ll be lucky for the next year.” You gave him an ‘are-you-frickin-serious’ look. “Luhan got casted by SM entertainment when he did that. Amber got her first car, and her first boyfriend which is a miracle, mind you, and I got a modeling contract. So far, we believe it works.”

“Palli! Before minute hand hits one!” Luhan ushered. Amber shut her eyes tightly, then made this eureka face at you.

“_____, I dare you let Chanyeol stay in your sweater for a whole minute!” You looked down at your sweater, taking a few seconds to process it. Then your eyes widened in horror.

“But it’s my favorite sweater! It’ll stretch!”

“Ah just do it! You only have limited time!” Xiumin and Amber grabbed your arm, while Luhan and Kris grabbed Chanyeol. You exchanged these horrified looks before they shoved him into your sweater. Gosh good thing you wore a shirt inside. You tried to move your face away from his, but that was quite impossible because he was practically wrapped in your sweater like a giant sushi. He wiggled a little bit since his arms were inside as well, making you almost lose your balance. He wrapped his arm around your waist to keep both of you upright. Amber and Luhan squealed.

“You guys are sooooo cute!” Then you saw Kris’ phone flash. You groaned and shut your eyes. They’re taking goddamn pictures. As you had your eyes close, silently praying that this is all just a dream, you felt Chanyeol’s heartbeat bouncing against your chest. It made you quite curious how it was possible that his heartbeat was in sync with yours. You slowly looked up at him through your lashes, curious if he noticed it as well. By that faint blush and amazed sparkle in his eyes, he sure looked like he noticed the same. You felt like you fell into a daze as you looked at his face closely for the first time. He’s got really smooth lips, and these soft, lively eyes. His curly brown hair looked so smooth and perfect, and you almost wanted to touch it. Only then did you notice that his arm was still wrapped around your waist when his fingers twitched.

“Okay, time’s up!” Amber squealed, and Chanyeol and you both cleared your throats awkwardly. he carefully slid down, making sure not to touch anything weird, and finally, you were separated again. Amber hugged you like a proud mom. A drunken proud mom.

“Tell us what luck you’d get for the next year, ok! I’m so glad to be the reason of your year-long luck!”

“Um yea I love you too,” you mumbled, not knowing what to say to make her let go. You slumped back down the floor, looking down at your sweater, checking if it got torn or stretched abnormally or something. But it was something else you noticed. Carefully, you lifted the cloth to your nose and took a good whiff. It’s got this cool, manly scent, like cinnamon and chocolates.

“My cologne stuck to it, am I right?” Chanyeol rubbed his neck. He looked really cute when shy. You felt this ticklish feeling in your chest, and you felt this blush creep up your cheeks once again. You returned a shy smile and patted his hand.

“It’s okay. I like it.”

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