"I don't understand why we need to go to this." Jongho said with a pout.

Wooyoung gave him a soft smile and shook his head while helping the younger with his tie. "Because he's your brother and he wants us there." He paused for a moment, then said, "Plus I would like to go too. This is my favorite time of the year."

The younger's gaze instantly melted and he kissed Wooyoung's cheek. "I know it is. I'll do everything I can to make it special for you too."

"That's kind of you, but I just want to treat this like any other day. I'm thankful that I get to be here to celebrate with you." Wooyoung wrapped his arms around Jongho's neck and let his hand rest on his shoulder.

They both fell into an almost comfortable silence. Jongho held him tight and started to rock back and forth so that they gently swayed together.

In a few minutes, they were going to make the long drive into the city for San's big Christmas party he threw every year. It was one of the largest parties in the city and all of his vendors, business partners, investors, and employees were invited along with their families.

According to Jongho, he always had a few different restaurants in town cater the event too so that all the guests had a selection of food. There was also a live band for music and dancing and an abundance of gifts for any children that came.

It was San's way of saying thank you to every one he worked with and it was easier for him than trying to gifts for all his employees.

Even if he was looking forward to it, Wooyoung was a little nervous too if he was being honest with himself. He hadn't seen Jongho and San's mom since the benefit and he had yet to meet their father so he had no idea what to expect.

Whenever he asked Jongho about them he always deflected the questions, which just reiterated the fact that he didn't feel close with his family at all. Although he did always say how nice their mom was, which said a lot seeing as she wasn't his birth mother.

Wooyoung had listened in on some of their conversations before and he had heard what San had been talking about. It was obvious just how much his mom tried to spoil and love Jongho. She yearned for his affection and to make him feel important to her.

When he finished with the tie, Wooyoung brushed of Jongho's shoulders and stepped back to admire just how good he looked in a tuxedo. Especially one that was custom fit to all his curves and muscles. "You look so handsome."

Jongho blushed a little, then reached up to cup Wooyoung's chin. "So do you."

"Are we ready?"

The younger let out a dramatic sigh and turned to grab their winter jackets. "If we must."

"Child."

"Kill-joy."

Wooyoung giggled and shook his head. He slipped into his jacket and wrapped it around himself. Winter had been harsh so far and the wind was bitter. Jongho had made sure to get him a high quality jacket because the wind where they were was so much worse than anywhere in the city because they were out in the open.

"Ok." Jongho held out his hand, which Wooyoung took gladly, and led them outside. "Holy shit. I hope it isn't this bad the whole drive, or we might be in trouble." He yelled through a strong gust of wind.

Wooyoung stayed close by his side while the two of them ran to his truck and hurried to climb inside. He had to sit in the middle, which he never minded, because there was a large back on the floor that had blankets, water, flashlights, and a few other things they may need just in case they became stranded at any point. Jongho always made sure to keep a bag like that on hand in the winter time since he took his truck all over the farm.

The drive was slow the entire way into the town where Wooyoung used to live. Several times Jongho's hands turned white with how hard he gripped the steering wheel to keep them on the road. But once they hit a more populated area, the drive became a little smoother. The streets were plowed and clearer and the wind had died down too.

"We may want to look at staying in the city tonight." Jongho muttered.

Wooyoung nodded in agreement. "I'm fine with that. We can have some fun with it because I don't know if I could wait for two hours to get you out of this suit." He let one hand drift back and forth over Jongho's leg.

"Oh trust me, I can't wait for that either." Jongho smirked. "We could pull over for a pit stop if you need it."

"Mr. Choi, I am offended." Wooyoung gasped and playfully smacked his chest. "I have a lot more class than that."

"We'll see if you still feel that way after I have you screaming my name a little later."

Even though he knew it was true, Wooyoung still burst out laughing. "You sure have become confident. What have I done to you?"

Jongho just smiled while keeping his eyes on the road.

The rest of the drive was fairly uneventful. Not many people were on the roads with the storm, so they didn't have to deal with traffic.

Once they reached San's hotel, they let the valet take Jongho's truck and were shown inside by one of the hired butlers for the evening.

Wooyoung stopped walking as soon as he saw what the grand ballroom looked like. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Silver and white were the main colors with some green and red accents scattered around, and almost everything had some sort of a sparkle to it. Garlands were draped from the ceiling and from chandeliers, wreaths adorned with tinsel, holly, and ornaments. Large snowflakes were scattered around as well, hanging at different lengths and spinning in slow circles.

Several tables lined the sides of the room, all covered in a glittery white cloth, to hold all the food and drinks for the evening. Half the room had tables set up for people to sit at while the other half was set aside for the dance floor. A stage took up the far wall that was big enough for the twenty person orchestra to sit on.

And there were Christmas trees and twinkle lights everywhere. Each tree was breathtaking. All the ornaments were placed in the perfect spot so that nothing was hidden.

It was beautiful. And it brought tears to Wooyoung's eyes when he saw it.

"Are you ok?" Jongho asked, pulling him off to the side.

"Y—" Wooyoung cleared his throat and placed a hand over his heart. "Yes, it's just... I've never..."

Suddenly Jongho pulled him into a kiss and held him close. "I know." He whispered.

Wooyoung couldn't remember the last time he really got to celebrate Christmas. It was never a joyous event growing up because he was dragged to his parent's friend's houses for some boring and usually business oriented thing. Santa Claus had never visited him, and the only present he ever really received was some kind of text book to further his studies.

But that hadn't stopped him from dreaming about the joy and happiness the holiday was supposed to bring. 

The butler took their coats for them and wished them a Merry Christmas before disappearing into one of the back rooms.

"Shall we see if we can find San?" Wooyoung asked, standing on his toes to look around the room.

"Trust me, he will find us. It's like some sixth sense he has." Jongho took his hand. "Let's take a look at what they have to eat before it's all gone."

Wooyoung hummed and bounced in place. "Yes, yes, food sounds good."

They wove their way through the crowd and started to pick at the large array of dishes that San had chosen. There were several meats, vegetables, fruits, and pastas to chose from. Each table had multiple bowls of fresh rolls too.

Everything was divine.

Jongho managed to find them a table off to the side where they could eat peacefully. It also allowed Wooyoung to just soak in the beauty of the room again.

"There you are!" A woman said from behind them.

Jongho bit his lip, then smiled as they both turned around. "Hey, Mom."

The woman hurried forward and embraced Jongho as soon as he stood up. She rubbed the back of his head and turned her so she could kiss his cheek a couple of times. "Was the drive here ok? That storm is looking to be even worse, you're not planning on driving home are you?"

"No, Wooyoung and I are going to stay in the city tonight."

His mom took a step back, allowing Wooyoung to see the elegant forest green dress she was wearing. He was about to compliment her on it when her eyes narrowed a little bit. "It's nice to see you again." Her voice was cold but she at least made an effort to smile.

This was one of the things Wooyoung had been worried about. "It's nice to see you too Mrs. Choi." He said, standing as well and bowing his head.

"Mom." Jongho pursed his lips.

"What?"

"Don't."

"Well I'm sorry." She turned to her son with a concerned look. "I just don't know how you're ok with this! The last time I met him he was with San, and now he's with you? If you ask me, he's up to something."

Wooyoung flinched and glanced down at the floor. He couldn't fully blame the woman, he had hurt both of her sons.

She turned to him and looked him over once. "I always heard such good things about you, I never expected you to do this."

"Mom, please!" Jongho wrapped an arm around Wooyoung's waist. "I've talked to you about this. We've worked it all out, it's in the past."

"Yes, it is." Another voice came from their left.

San walked over to them, looking stunning in a black and silver tuxedo, and stood on Jongho's other side.

Their mom gave him a smile, but then said, "But I don—"

"And we're not asking you to." San crossed his arms. "Wooyoung and I weren't meant to be. It would have never worked between us. Yes, fate is a little twisted and the person he was meant to be with ended up being my brother, but I don't see what the big deal is. I'm ok with it. Jongho's ok with it. Now everyone else needs to be too."

Wooyoung looked down at the ground again and felt Jongho's grip on him tighten.

"Plus, it's Christmas. It's the best time of year for forgiveness." San's bright smile brought out his dimples and he leaned on Jongho's shoulder.

Their mother let out a sigh. "I just don't like seeing either of you hurt. And after the benefit..." Her sad gaze landed on Jongho.

"I never meant to do it." Wooyoung said softly. "I had no idea that they were related. It was foolish of me to be seeing both of them for as long as I did." Her eyes, San's eyes, met his as she soaked in his words. "I've never known what true love is. I grew up with parents who just saw me as an excuse to carry on the family name. If they had their way I would be married with two kids by now to a woman I could never care for. They never accepted me for who I was. But then I met Jongho and San, and they both never questioned me. They welcomed me with opened arms and taught me that I'm important and that I deserve to be loved. They each have their own way of showing it, and I'll admit I was swept away. Your sons are both incredible men and you should be proud of who they grew up to be. I promise you, I never meant to hurt them."

Once more, a voice came from behind Wooyoung, and this one made him jump. "Well said." Wooyoung turned around to see a blonde haired man standing a few feet away with his hands clasped behind his back.

Right away he could tell that he was Jongho's father. San had taken after his mother, but Jongho as almost the spitting image of the man. Right down to the blue eyes and slightly rounder cheeks.

Embarrassment rushed through him and Wooyoung bent at the waist in a low bow. "Mr. Choi, it's an honor to meet you."

A low chuckle came from the man. "There's no need for formalities my boy. I've happy to meet you too. I've always been curious as to who the mystery man was that bewitched both my sons.

Wooyoung straightened up and paused when he was met with a dimpled smile just like San's.

"Well, I have to agree with my husband." Mrs. Choi said, walking over to loop her arm with her husband's. "That was well said and I didn't realize you had that kind of past. I apologize for my reaction."

"You were being a protective mom, it's ok." Wooyoung said. He glanced over at where Jongho was looking at his father.

"You look well, Son." Mr. Choi gave Jongho a kind but wanting smile. The love was apparent there, Wooyoung could see it right away.

Knowing Jongho needed a little strength, he reached down and took his boyfriend's hand. As soon as he did, Jongho squeezed back and said, "Thank you. It's nice to see you again."

At that, his father walked forward and brought Jongho into a hug. The two of them embraced for a long moment, which allowed San to come over and stand next to Wooyoung.

"Thank you for making him come." The older whispered.

"I knew it was important to you." Wooyoung nudged his shoulder and the two of them watched as Jongho spoke with his father, a happy twinkle appearing in his eye when his father praised him for his work on the farm.

Wooyoung knew this was the right place to be, and as he looked around the room again, he was so happy that he could be here to celebrate Christmas. It was just one more thing he was thankful for. And he would do everything he could to make sure he was worthy of being a member of the Choi family, because as he watched the four of them talk and laugh, he knew there was no where else in the world that he belonged.